So around a month ago i asked @blackwolfartz if i could color this sketch so i could train myself with coloring.And she kindly accepted. (And it has been sitting in my draft ever since.)
So thanks again to Wolf for being so awesome and letting me butcher her work and post, it was really interesting and fun and i’d redo it anytime!
anyway thanks for the patiece guys :’’’D, yeahhhhh it’s been long eh?? eehhh o gosh i have so many thing to do right now :’O, so many ideas and art to draw, uuhhhhh, i also get involved in a super hiper mega awesome manga comic does anyone heard abaut ‘’boku no hero academia’’!? A-W-E-S-O-M-E, i will post some art abaut it after get the practice to draw them -.-
anyyywayyy, hi :D, hope ya had nice time without me welp because:
WHAT THE HECK!? 4000+ followers!??? :O gosh, ok hem, thankuuuu :’’’D
Prompt: Meeting Bill in a bar when your there with your friends. You have no idea that he’s a famous actor
Warning: Date rape drug used no rape
Note: So PLEASE don’t judge me if I’m a bit against drinking aka prohibition. I’m sorry I don’t feel comfortable writing about it due to a very personal past involving my mother being an alcoholic. I’m really sorry if you were expecting the reader to be like a hardcore drink-downer or using alcohol as a stress reliever I just can’t write that sorry. Enjoy though if you don’t mind.
You sat uncomfortably stirring your drink as you sat at the bar of a local tavern. Your friends had decided to go out to the bar after you all had an incredibly stressful weekend.
Your co-workers were idiots, your boss was constantly hovering over you and even sent emails well you were home, not to mention there seemed to be an accident everyday from the idiots on the road.
Finally, FINALLY, the weekend arrived and you decided to go out with your friends to the local club to dance and drink the night away. Only you knew it was unhealthy to be using alcohol as a stress relief so you decided to be the designated driver.
You just had a margarita and then drank water afterwards since you weren’t much into drinking. Maybe just a few shots and a few drinks to get buzzed but not drunk to prevent getting a hangover in the morning
Your last hangover sucked majorly and you decided you didn’t want to feel that again anytime soon. A couple of your friends were competitive heavy drinkers so they were currently downing a dozen Jell-O shots a little further down the bar.
They had rallied up a crowd of chanting people and a couple bouncers were a few feet away watching like a hawk just in case things got too far. So far they hadn’t but a couple drunk men from a bachelor party were being a little touchy.
You turned back to your hand stirring your straw and sighed gently, wishing you hadn’t picked to be the driver at the moment. You continued to sip your hard beverage noticing a man strolling over out of the corner of your eye.
He leaned against the bar in a flirty way and you continued to ignore him focusing on your drink or anything away from him. The man ordered his drink before sighing over dramatically and shifting around to make his expensive suit make noise.
He continuously did this until you got annoyed and coldly said, “Can I help you with something?”
“Mmmm. I’d like to first start with a name.” The man said flirtatiously.
“Go fuck yourself. First name Go fuck, last name, yourself.” You said before continuing to drink.
Your looked to where your friends were and saw they were still downing more shots. Even the bar tender seemed to be impressed by their skills. Your eyes narrowed though when the man continued to talk.
“My what such a lovely name coming from the lips of an angel.” He cooed.
You turned your head back around to glare at him taking in his blonde hair styled upwards with a probably expensive gel if it looked like his hair was soft to the touch. He had deep brown eyes and tan skin and definitely muscles under that suit.
But you didn’t like him.
What you wanted in a man wasn’t arrogance or much appearance, you wanted a guy who loved you for who you were weird, clumsiness, and all. Who knew you weren’t some fragile doll or a cloth you toss in the trash after too much use.
Who shared the same interests and just as strange personality with you and was romantic and kind. This man completely failed every single requirement. You couldn’t smell alcohol in his breath so drunk or not he was probably always arrogant.
“Alright what about your sign?” He asked breaking your annoyed silence.
“Stop.” You replied twirling your straw.
It just seemed to be satisfying when the ice cubes clinked against each other or the glass to help you calm down.
“Cat or dog?”
“Cat. So I can scratch your eyes out.”
“Kicking arrogant boys in the nuts.”
“Any place on your bucket list?”
“Anywhere except for here with you.”
Thankfully your friend came over a little buzzed but was otherwise not entirely drunk.
“(Name)! Come dance with me!” She giggled.
Without looking at the guy you stood up and went to walk away but stopped real quick to turn around and snatch your drink. Your nerves were once again aggravated when you noticed the man was smirking.
You personally hated to dance since you were sure you were the worst dancer ever but you’d dance in a crowd naked than spend another second with that douche. You chugged on the last your drink as you walked to the dance floor with your friend noticing it tasted a little odd but the pounding beat in your feet had taken control.
dylan o brien where they’re best friends and somehow the reader tells him about how she’s never ever had an orgasm, followed by MANY orgasms bc dylan’s gotta help his friend out
Just like ever other Saturday night, you and Dylan held this small get-together that comprises quarter of the cast of Teen Wolf including Tyler P, Holland, and Shelley. Although you were not relatively part of the crew, being Dylan’s roommate made you part of the family. They have known you for a year which was as long as you were being Dylan’s roommate, but it was enough for them to acknowledge your character.
As everyone downed alcohols of their choice, Dylan was nowhere to be found. You figured he was either in his room longing for solitary or he was outdoors smoking; nevertheless, you wanted to find him sooner than join Tyler quaff cans of beer in the living room.
Request - Could you do a Harry x Daughter of scar reader Person A: “Get down from there!” Person B: *up in something* “No!!” Person A: “I’m going to call the police” Person B: “ Go ahead! I’ll fight them!!” Person A: “I have cookies” Person B: *gets down and grabs cookies* “I totally would’ve fought them” Person A: “I know you would have” Requested by - Anonymous Tags - None Word Count - 1, 190 Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter or Scar) Warnings - Fluff and the slightest language Summary - I changed police to Uma’s crew because they are on the Isle and let’s face it there aren’t any police on the Isle of the Lost
Prompt: We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
Pairing: Space Husbands
Requested by @watercolourstains! Thanks, hon! This was super fun to write! Cliche in literally every possible way and I don’t even give a damn.
Under nearly all circumstances, Spock avoided physical contact. It was a well-established preference that each member of the crew respected. Including the single exception to that rule. Though Spock never minded when Jim, in a moment of distraction, placed a hand on his shoulder or took his wrist to guide him, Jim always apologized for those missteps and did his best not to repeat them. In spite of the fact that Spock never once told him to stop. In fact, Spock rather looked forward to those few instances of breached boundaries. It was the closest he ever came to Jim, and he had long come to terms with the fact that he wanted desperately to be closer to Jim.
So Jim’s mumbled apology now was considerate, if unnecessary. It wasn’t as though Jim had forced their contact. And– though when Spock contemplated proximity as it applied to he and Jim, a very different kind of closeness came to mind– he supposed that this also satisfied, at least in some respect.
Hey can I request #54 with shy reader with a crush on TJeff???
Requested by anonymous
A/N: Well, this is what I do when I can’t sleep. Stay up insanely late to finish these imagines. I actually had an idea to make a story like this with a character, I just hadn’t decided which one yet. So this request made it easier. It might not be perfectly alined with the request but I promise that it’s really, really close. So yeah, if I haven’t written enough Thomas Jefferson fluff, here’s more! Hope you like it!
Word Count: 4,072 ~~ You walked into your college classroom. It was an introductory literature class. You were clutching your backpack strap tightly, nerves tightening in your chest. College was unknown territory and this was your first class. You were slightly early so you had first pick of seats. Middle of the class. Halfway back, halfway in the row. After a bit, a few students started filing in.
You pulled your books and a notebook from your backpack and a pen as well. Out of your peripheral vision, you noticed someone sit down in the seat to your right. You flipped through the one of the reading materials so you didn’t need to introduce yourself to the stranger next to you. But he had other plans. “Thomas Jefferson.” He said and extended a hand to you.
You closed the book and gave him a small smile and a weak handshake. You fell silent as you took in his appearance. He had poofy curls and perfectly manicure facial hair. He had dark skin and deep brown eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up and you knew they were turning a pink color. At that, a smirk settled on his lips. “And your name?” He asked.
You ran down the hallway of the convention
hotel in your town. Out of lack of rooms, your school had permission to use some
conference rooms and decided to move all the art classes for higher grades
there. That meant you had about 5 minutes to get from your school to the hotel halfway
across the town, though. Luckily, this was the last class of the day for you so
you only needed to hurry through town once.
“No, nononono!” you muttered under your
breath as you turned the corner and saw that one of the elevators was just
closing the doors. You knew that waiting for another one to arrive on your
floor was like playing roulette and taking the stairs would take too long as
well. Not to mention that you really were not
in the mood to take the stairs up to the 10th floor.
You prevented the doors from closing all
the way by quickly sticking one of your sketchbooks in the small gap. As soon
as it fully opened up again, your eyes widened at the sight of already a good
amount of people inside of it. They all turned their heads to look at you.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized and tried to
catch your breath. You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks that were
most likely tinted in a dark shade of pink by then. “I’m just gonna wait for the
“Nonsense,” a brunette guy said and nodded
for you to get in. “Which floor did you need to get on?”
“Uh, 10th, thanks,” you answered, then
standing next to a blond guy that was significantly taller than you.
“No problem,” he answered smiling. “I’m
Ellington by the way.”
“(Y/N),” you answered, lightly smiling
back. Everyone else introduced themselves and if you were remembering
correctly, you were standing next to Riker. Next to him was Rocky and across
from you were Ellington, Ross and Rydel.
The doors opened on floor 6 but no one was
moving to get out. “This isn’t your floor either?” you asked, not actually
knowing where they were headed.
“No, we’re going one above yours,” Ross
answered, seemingly not fazed by the random stop at all.
Fantastic. Of course, the elevator had to
stop at random floors just for the fun of it. You leaned your head back and
sighed quietly while the doors closed again.
“Everything okay?” Riker asked from next to
“Yeah, these elevators are just worse than
any gambling game,” you laughed lightly. “And I have a class that actually
started a couple minutes ago already.”
Right as you said that, you arrived at
floor ten. “Well, it was nice meeting you all,” you waved and stepped out.
“You too,” they replied. “Maybe we’ll see
you around again.”
After your class ended, you had some time
to kill and decided to sit down in the little café that was part of the hotel.
Scribbling in your sketchbook to figure out some concepts for the assignment
you just got, you heard voices approaching you.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Rydel said, smiling from widely.
“Mind if we join you?”
“Not at all,” you shook your head and made
some room on the table since your things took up most of the space. Rocky and
Ross were sitting down next to you, the others scattering around the rest of
“Your description of the elevator being
like a gambling game was pretty accurate, by the way,” Riker laughed.
“Oh yeah? How many times did it take you to
get to your floor?”
“I think it was 3 or 4 times,” Ellington overdramatically
sighed and rolled his eyes. “But how was your class?”
You tried not to groan at the thought of
the past one and a half hours, but it was to no avail. “Let’s just say that I
can’t think of anything more boring than being stuck in a History of Typography lesson that is 100% theoretical for 90
minutes,” you chuckled causing everyone else to let out a small laugh as well.
“At least the assignment we got is practical. But what were you doing? If you
don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s fine,” Rydel waved her hand
dismissively. “We had a little band meeting and finished earlier than expected
so now we have the rest of the day off. Then we thought we could check out this
café,” she smiled.
“Oh, you’re all in a band?” you wondered
and tried to hide the fact that you were a little surprised. They seemed so
normal and down-to-earth, you never would’ve guessed they were in a band.
“Yeah, R5,” Ross piped up from next to you.
“Ever heard of it?”
You shook your head no and gave them an
apologetic smile. “I will totally check your stuff out, though.”
“Is this for your assignment?” Rocky
suddenly spoke up. Just then you noticed that he had taken the sketchbook that
had been lying in front of you and was flipping through the pages. Usually, it
was the probably biggest pet peeve of yours when someone would just flip
through your sketches without asking beforehand. Seeing that this was the book
especially for schoolwork and it was getting graded and critiqued by pretty
much everyone anyways, you condoned it.
“Yeah, it’s just a rough draft of the first
couple ideas, though. It most likely won’t look anything like that in the end.”
Your eyes followed the book that was now making its way around the whole table.
“They are really good for just rough drafts,” Riker noted and
passed it to Ross, who seemed to be eagerly taking a look at every page.
“Yeah,” Ellington agreed. “Maybe we will
hit you up in the future when we need some new designs.”
“Thanks,” you blushed. “But I’m sure you
would want someone with an actual degree or at least a lot more experience.”
“Eh, who cares about degrees when the final
product is awesome?” Ross shrugged and handed you the book back.
You kept chatting for a while, getting to
know each other more, until you realized that it was time for you to go. They
asked to exchanges numbers so you handed your phone over and got theirs to put
your number in.
“So, (Y/N), if you ever want to get away
from boring history class assignments, we have a show coming up soon and could
sneak you a ticket if you want,” Riker smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
You laughed. “I’ll keep that offer in mind,
“Just shoot one of us a text or something,”
Rydel pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “Not only because of that,
but in general. You’re pretty cool.”
“You guys are pretty cool, too.” You
grinned at your new friends.
said your goodbyes and walked down the street, smiling while recalling the past
couple hours. Out of everything that could have ever happened, you never
thought that the shitty elevators in the convention hotel could actually be the
reason for an awesome, new friendship to start.
My first one-shot: I wondered what it would be like if
the kids watched Saturday morning cartoons together and, well, here we are! Let me know what you think! :)
On a Friday night in the spring of 1985, after a grueling campaign of
Dungeons and Dragons, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and El all stayed the night at Mike’s
house. El slept in the fort that Mike always left up for her, Mike just outside
of it in a sleeping bag, while the others were scattered around the basement
floor in the sleeping bags that they’d started leaving there in the basement
because they stayed over so often. As usual, Mike and El took longer to fall
asleep, at least until they each grabbed the other’s hand and peacefully
The next morning came quickly and as usual, Dustin appointed himself the
official alarm clock of the group and violently shook each of the three boys
“Okay fine, sleep,” he whispered loudly, narrowly dodging Lucas’ swinging
fist as they all groaned. “I’m going
upstairs to catch Super Friends.” Lucas and Will rolled, grumbling, out of
their sleeping bags and trudged upstairs after him, but Mike stayed behind,
taking a few extra moments to gently shake El awake.
“Hey El, the guys are going upstairs to watch cartoons. You want to come?”
Still half-asleep, she frowned, confused.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he whispered patiently, smiling at the look on
her face that said she doubted anything could be more fun than going back to
sleep. But after a moment, she nodded, took his hand, and followed him
When they reached the living room, Dustin and Lucas were already embroiled
in a battle over the remote control.
“A few minutes ago you wanted to go back to sleep!” Dustin shouted,
trying to pry Lucas’ hands off the remote.
“Well, I’m up now!” Lucas growled back, pulling the remote away and taking
Dustin, who wasn’t letting go without a fight, with it. “If you have the remote, all we’ll be
watching is Muppet Babies!”
“What?! Yeah, right!” Dustin scoffed. He turned to Mike. “MIKE! It’s your
house! Who gets the remote?”
“I don’t care, just shut up and stop fighting! You’ll wake up my parents!”
The struggle paused for a moment and Will took the opportunity to jump up
from the recliner and grab the remote with a triumphant laugh. Dustin and Lucas
glared at each other before finally sitting down next to each other in front of
the TV set.
“’Muppet Babies’? Really? What the heck, man?” Dustin whispered to Lucas,
who threw his hands up in an exasperated shrug.
Mike rolled his eyes and sat down next to El on the couch. They were all
used to Saturday mornings like this.
Will turned on the television set. The theme from “Super Friends” had
already started to play and as always, El was riveted. The first time she’d
watched with the boys, the music and bright colors had been jarring, but now it
was exciting, especially as the characters that jumped and flew across the
screen were becoming more and more familiar to her. The boys all grinned at her
when the announcer boomed, “The Legendary SUPER POWERS Show!” She shyly
returned a smile and curled her legs up under her. They still called her their “superhero”
and it made her smile.
After the first hour, Dustin stood up and walked to the kitchen. “You
guys hungry?” he called over his shoulder. “Hellooo?” The only response he got
was Mike jumping up from the couch as if he’d been shocked and whispering a
hurried “I’ll be right back” before running into the kitchen and sliding to a
stop on sock feet next to Dustin.
“Wow, you must be pretty hungry,” Dustin laughed, opening the fridge.
“I’m not, I just - almost forgot – something…” he faltered.
“Okay,” Dustin shrugged. “Hey, there’s some chicken from last night in
here. How about that?”
“I don’t care, can you just move already?” Mike said, bouncing from one
foot to the other, obviously in a big rush.
“Okay, okay, geez, Mike! Sorry!” He shook his head and shut the fridge,
walking back into the living room with the bowl of chicken, passing it around
before he sat back down.
Mike came back a few minutes later with a plate of Eggos, which he very
casually handed to El with a quick, “Here you go,” before sitting down and
paying very close attention to the show, his ears pink.
“D’awwwwww,” Lucas teased. A glare from Mike didn’t let him say anything
else, although he and the other two grinned knowingly at each other.
“Thank you, Mike,” El said quietly.
“Oh. Sure.” Mike shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably
once she smiled at him.
After a few hours, Karen Wheeler came downstairs with a sleepy Holly,
followed closely by her husband, Ted, who made a beeline for the fridge. He
opened it, but then paused, staring into it. He turned to his wife and opened
his mouth as if to say something, looked back into the fridge, then turned back
to her again. Finally, he scoffed out an “Eh,” closed the fridge, and dejectedly
grabbed an apple before retreating behind his newspaper at the dining room
Karen rolled her eyes and had to stifle a laugh when she recognized the empty
bowl in Dustin’s lap that had been full of chicken when she put it in the
fridge last night. Aha.
Seeing all five of the kids together again warmed her heart, and she
smiled fondly as she noticed each of them starting to nod off. The events of a little
over a year ago were still hard for her to wrap her head around: government
conspiracies, faked deaths, monsters? That last part especially was mind-boggling.
But what stood out in her memory the most was how helpless and heartbroken she
had felt when Mike held onto her as if for dear life the night they had all found
out that Will was “dead” or when Mike had sobbed as if his own heart had broken
into a million pieces the night the little girl now sitting next to him on
their couch had disappeared. Knowing that those government men were responsible
for her son’s pain both times made her blood boil, but there was nothing she
could do about that now, although if she ever got her hands on any of those
government “officials” again… Well. All that mattered now was that all of
them were safe and together again. To be honest, she didn’t want to know all the details of what
happened to Will or even the little girl whose name was a number. “We call her
El, for short,” Mike had told her, giddy with excitement and relief, when she
had come back only a few months ago in the fall of 1984. Now she was living
with the Byers, but she was here just as much as there, taking every
opportunity she could to see Mike. It didn’t surprise Karen at all; Mike was
awfully protective of El and was always so lovingly gentle with her, as if she
were made of glass. It was obvious the both of them cared about each other,
even though they were both so young. She could see it in the way they looked at
each other and smiled and were always reluctant to leave each other’s side. Even
now, looking into the living room, she could see that they had fallen asleep,
El with her head on Mike’s shoulder and his head gently resting on top of hers.
She felt her eyes tear up, her heart swelling in her chest.
She shook her head and sighed. She poured Holly and herself some orange
juice and started preparing breakfast. She was just glad she didn’t have to see
Mike waking up every morning with dark circles and red-rimmed eyes anymore. If
she never had to see that again, she’d be one happy mother.
Back in the living room, Dustin yawned and dragged his eyes away from the
screen. Suddenly, he slapped Lucas in the arm and Will in the leg, both of whom
frowned and glared at him before realizing he was raising his eyebrows and
grinning his signature grin at Mike and El asleep on the couch. They all
covered their mouths to muffle their laughter before mouthing huge, exaggerated
“AWWW”s at each other. They all knew how Mike and El felt about each other.
They weren’t stupid. They were just glad Mike was happy again and especially
glad that El was back home and safe. They’d all missed her, even Will, once
they’d told him about her. He’d only seen her once, when he was in the Upside
Down, and he couldn’t remember her very clearly. Not that he wanted to remember
anything about that place very clearly. But once he’d met her, it was as if
they’d been friends their whole lives. She was one of them now. They only
teased Mike because they got such a kick out of watching their Dungeon Master
turn the color of a fire engine. It never bothered El.
Will let an audible snicker slip out and clapped his hand back over his
mouth, wide-eyed as El stirred. The combination of El’s movement and Dustin and
Lucas’ badly-contained snickering at Will’s panic woke Mike. Lucas caught his
eye and sighed dramatically, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping both hands
over his heart before collapsing into laughter.
“Shut up, Lucas,” Mike hissed, blushing profusely. “You’ll wake El up!” He
looked over at her and sighed in relief to see that she was still asleep,
looking extremely peaceful. She smiled in her sleep and his stomach flipped
over. He waited until the others had gone back to watching the television
before allowing himself to smile bashfully, his face still warm. He stayed as still
as possible, not wanting to wake her up, or worse, make her take her head off
his shoulder and move away. It was probably stupid, but he felt better just
having her next to him. Even with the guys teasing him, he felt happier than he
had in a really long time. Because El was here. And she was okay. She was
ALIVE. And here watching dorky cartoons with all of them.
When he’d first seen her in November at the Byers’ house, he hadn’t known
whether to laugh or cry or what so he’d just run to her and hugged her as tight
as he could. It had only been a year, but it had felt like forever. He’d
wondered if she would even remember him at all or… if she would even feel
the same way he did about her. But she’d hugged him just as tightly and
whispered, “Mike, I missed you.” It made him feel like someone had hit him on
the back of the head and he’d been so lightheaded, he was still surprised he’d
been able to say anything. But he did say something: “I missed you too, El.”
When they pulled away, he saw that she’d been crying. With a start, he’d
realized his own eyes were wet too. They’d both laughed shakily, realizing that
everyone was watching them: Dustin, Lucas, Will, Chief Hopper, Jonathon, Will’s
mom… and she was crying too.
It had been almost five months since then and every time he saw El, he
felt just as happy to see her, maybe even more because it reminded him that it
wasn’t one of his dreams: she really was
El started to move and opened her eyes, looking up at Mike.
“Sorry, El, did I wake you up?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I wasn’t asleep.”
“Oh.” A grin spread across his face and his stomach did another backflip.
And she didn’t move her head from off his shoulder.
Ok so this “Summary” ended up being not a summary, BECAUSE I DON’T HOW TO MISS OUT CHUNKS OF INFO. I did try OTL
Note: Dialogue is NOT word for word perfect and content is not completely in order.
I used “….” to divide the scenes.
Opening begins with Marina floating on a swing (to imitate her swimming in the sea) and singing Endless Song.
From time to time she swung her legs back and forth imitating a swimming mermaid~
Kento, the Prince, plays with his dog, Pablo. Kento tells him that he doesn’t want to do what his father wants, he wants to be free and do what he wants to do. Kento said he wants to see the world and even go out to the sea to to find things that no one has discovered before. He asks if Pablo will stay with him even then. Pablo responds with a happy (of course!!) bark.
Marina, the heroine Mermaid Princess is pure and innocent and is loved by everyone. She does not understand what love and “true” happiness is. Her father Poseidon and Mother Juju, King and Queen of Laguna Kingdom, engages her to Ruka(or Luka?), the Shark Prince, believing that this will give her true happiness.
She sits and worries by herself, wondering: if this is meant to give her true happiness then why doesn’t she feel happy. Dolphin the servant comes in and she seeks advice from him, asking what is “love”? What is “true happiness”? He told her, she needs to find what makes her happy, if she just follows what the King and Queen wants that’s not happiness.
since i joined the
tumblr aroha, i’ve
been lucky enough to gain a whole bunch of lovely mutuals so i’ve had
the idea of a follow forever in the works for a while! i also just
passed 1.2k followers across my blogs so like wow i love u all!!!!!!!
i tried to
track down everyones main blogs and side blogs but if i forgot anyone
and/or messed up please let me know so i can fix it!!!!!
i went on a following spree last night so quite a few of the ppl mentioned are new for me!! also like highkey sorry if i used way too many ‘!!!‘ i really cant help it lol!!!!
double mentions/messages @amohyunwoo/@realstro: aaaaa yoelin omg i remember when u first followed me and i turned to my friend and was like heCK do i follow them back????? i want to!! ur so cute n sweet ily
alkdsjaksf my youngjae to my jaebum, my mark to my jackson, my yugyeom
to my bambam!!! my sweet wjsn stanning baby i love u so much
@arohawe: aaaaaaa jamie ur so nice to me and ur blog is like wow 10/10 also youre hecka cute!!!!
a Good Mutual!!! i’m always delighted to see u in my notifs!! glad we
follow each other because tbh i’m blessed to have such a nice follower
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@dreamsanha:joce!! ur memesare
so good lol like u r whole blog is sO GOOD always a pleasure to reblog
from bc youre such a wonderful blog!!! url is iconic, would recommend!!!
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decent sister, would recommend. amber trash, still nice tho!!!!! u
spend every waking hour with jordan and u like never talk to me irl now
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were jacksons-smile!!!! ur one of my oldest mutuals n ily!! i’m slowly
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drabble week day 2
word count: 940
a/n: so far i’ve had a lot of fun with this challenge! i feel a bit meh about this one, but it’s still cute. thanks for the fun prompt!
you loved the beach. you loved the feeling of the sun on your skin, warming you from head to toe. you loved lying on the sand and cooling off in the ocean. and most of all, you loved when willy went with you.
Haunted House - Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Imagine
Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of accidental violence, mentions of nazis, no romance (is that a warning??)
Summary: You wanted to do everything at the carnival with your two best friends, Steve and Bucky.
The dates Bucky and Steve had ditched them. Why? You weren’t sure, but what mattered was that all three of you were together once more.
“We have to do everything,” you insisted.
“We really don’t,” Steve said.
You laughed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Come on, Stevey, it’s our last time at a festival before, well, you know.” You glared at him and Bucky. “You just had to become soldiers, didn’t ‘cha?”
Bucky laughed and ruffled your hair. “You’re too adorable, (Y/n).”
I poked his chest. “Call me adorable again, Buck. I swear to-”
Before you could properly threaten your best friend, Bucky pointed at another attraction. “Hey, what about that?”
You followed Bucky’s sight, and you could feel your blood drain. Bucky was concentrated on the haunted house. You weren’t that much of a scaredy cat, but haunted houses in that time were all about the war. With two best friends walking right into it, you really didn’t want any reminders of it. “I’m good,” you squeaked.
“Come on, (Y/n)-y,” Bucky whined.
“That doesn’t even work, putting a y at the end of my name,” you pointed out. “Only works with Steve’s name, Bucky-ey.” You looked back to the haunted house. When you heard someone scream on the inside, you jumped a little. “And I am not a fan of haunted houses. Not happening.”
Steve smirked. “You did say we have to do everything.”
Your eyes widened. “Steve!” you scolded. You punched his shoulder. “You are supposed to be on my side.” Another scream struck the air, and you jumped and grabbed Steve’s arm. Both of the future soldiers chuckled at your reaction, while your cheeks and ears grew hot.
Bucky put his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, (Y/n). I’ll protect you.”
“I can protect myself,” you snapped.
Steve sighed and smiled. “What if I protect you?”
You nodded. “Actually, I’m good with that.” Even though Steve was shorter than you were, you held onto his arm and crouched behind him.
Bucky’s jaw dropped. “You trust him more than me?”
“Of course I do,” you said. “Stevey’s nicer.”
The blonde laughed. “Looks like I make the better soldier.”
Bucky shook his head. “Let’s see who can protect her better, then.”
“Are you serious?” You let go of Steve’s arm. “I bet I can protect myself better than both of you combined!”
“I thought I was the nicer one?” Steve said with a small pout.
You glared at him. “I changed my mind. You both suck.”
“We’ll see about that, (Y/n).” Bucky pulled you to his side by your waist. “I’ll win.”
“Then, let’s stop talking,” you suggested. You pushed Bucky’s chest, but he was too strong and tall and muscular. Your other best friend flicked his ear, effectively distracting Bucky enough to let you escape his tight grip. “Race you there!” you screamed, partly because the surroundings were loud and partly because you weren’t looking forward to the haunted house.
The entrance loomed over you and sent shivers down your spine. You were not looking forward to the haunted house. Your best friends caught up with you and stared at the attraction. You already spotted a shredded nazi flag and guns propped up on the porch. War-themed.
Bucky laughed and pulled both you and Steve up the steps. “Slow-pokes,” he muttered with a shake of his head. “See!” He let go of you. “Not bad at all.”
In front of you, the hallways stretched into darkness. Screams played on repeat. It would’ve been creepy, but the record scratched too many times as if yelling, “I’m fake!” Stretched out cotton acted as webs and prevented you from seeing a few things.
You sighed. “Not too bad.” Still, you stayed close to Steve and Bucky. The three of you stepped through the hall. Darker and Darker, and when you turned-
Nothing. Just another hallway.
You blinked. Something wasn’t right.
Then, a high-pitched voice greeted with long vowels, “Heh-loh-oh.”
The three of you whipped around. No one was there. Bucky looked around frantically. “That was weird,” he said, still searching for the voice.
“Creepy,” you corrected him.
The three of you slowly searched for the voice until you faced the end of the dark hallways once more. However, the shadows were different. The fog crawled in, and you spotted a mop of blonde hair peeking out of the mist.
Fear gripped your throat. “Uh, guys,” you muttered. You gulped and took a deep breath. “What is that?”
Steve stepped in front of you and waved his hand through the smoke. A small boy, no older than ten, stood staring at all of you with empty eyes. There was red stuff in his hair. His cheeks were sunken in. And he was holding something you couldn’t make out. He reached out with one hand. “Help me,” he said in an airy voice. “We must get rid of them.” He looked at each of you as you three started to back away slowly. “Wait,” the boy said, “we must get rid of you.”
Bucky pushed you and Steve away from the creepy child. “Let’s go!”
“Where?” you asked.
“There’s a door here!” Steve opened the door and slammed it behind the three of you.
As you and your friend breathed heavily, you heaved, “Steve, this isn’t the exit, isn’t it?”
“No,” he breathed, “I don’t think so.”
“So what else is there?” Bucky wondered aloud.
Suddenly, darkness fell upon you. You grabbed the nearest hand you could find. “Guys, it’s dark,” you stated.
“I never would’ve noticed,” Bucky commented.
You slapped his shoulder. “Shut up!”
“You shut up!”
You blinked. You didn’t feel anything. Wasn’t he supposed to slap you? “Bucky, did you just slap Steve?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“He didn’t slap me,” Steve said. “I thought he slapped you!”
“But, he didn’t!” You shuddered. “I didn’t feel anything.”
There was a silent pause. Then, Bucky stuttered, “W-Wait, if I didn’t slap you or (Y/n), then who…”
Light flooded the room. A gas mask stared right at you. You screamed and backed away from the thing you were just holding hands with.
Bucky screamed as well as he came face to face with a gas mask. He punched the soldier before scooting away from him. Steve huffed and pulled the two of you away from the masked people. “This is messed up,” you muttered.
“Tell me about it,” Bucky said.
The two soldiers stepped towards you as smoke began to cover the floor once more.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Steve asked.
You looked behind you. “Well, seeing as we’re being backed up towards that hallway, I’d say there.” You gulped. “Come on.” You raced to the doorway. After Bucky and Steve made it out, you peeked back inside the room. They were gone.
You sighed as relief took over you. “That’s better.”
“Yeah that is,” boomed a stern voice.
The fog disappeared, and the lights switched back on. A very angry-looking woman stood in front of the three of you with a clipboard in her hand. “You just injured one of my employees,” she sneered. The lady was maybe in her thirties, and she was not dressed for the festive holiday. Pencil skirt, button-up blouse, and thin glasses. It looked odd considering she was standing in a hallway with peeling paint, cracked floorboards, and fake spiderwebs.
“What are you talking about?” you asked.
The lady lowered her glasses and stared at you. “Come on out here, Soldier number 4!”
Feeling a presence behind you, you whirled around. Bucky was about to scream again, but Steve stood in front of him so he wouldn’t injure the poor actor again. A burly man with a gas mask around his neck was holding his probably swollen eye. “My name’s Shaun, and it’s not that bad. I swear!”
The woman wrote something on her clipboard. “Show them your eye, Seymour.”
“Shaun,” the actor corrected. Shaun sighed and dropped his hand from his eye.
All three of you cringed at the sight of the swollen eye. The skin around the eye was already growing blue and black. Bucky inhaled through his teeth. “Sorry about that,” he said. “I guess I don’t know my own strength.” Bucky laughed awkwardly and pursed his lips.
Shaun waved it off. “No worries. Honestly, I’ve been through worse.”
The woman groaned. “You three, just get out. You’ve ruined business enough. Seth, get yourself some peas or something.”
“Ma’am, his name is Shaun,” Steve told her politely.
She waved him off. “Get out, please. Ruining business.”
Steve patted Shaun on the back and gave him a few bucks. Bucky apologized again before laughing awkwardly and exiting the haunted house. You thanked Shaun for his performance then turned to the lady. “You were the one who put it all together?”
She perked up. “Yes! Brilliant, isn’t it?”
“Eh.” You looked around with a smile and followed your friends.
You caught up with your guys and slung your arm around Steve’s shoulder. “So, I think I did the best job of protecting me.”
“Hey, I was the one who found the door,” Steve argued.
“Yeah, that led us to gas masked people!” Bucky laughed. He puffed out his chest. “I even punched a nazi in the face.”
You snickered. “I was the one who got us into the hallway. So, I win!” You playfully punched both of their arms. “Here, I’ll make you two a deal. If one of you can punch Hitler in the face for me, then you might get the privilege of protecting me.”
The two stared at each other. “Deal!”
You smiled softly. “Come on. There’s a great carnival ahead of us!” You pulled your two friends away towards the rest of the carnival. You did say everything, after all.
It’s been a while! Sorry it’s short, but I’m bad at writing fluff. Hopefully, it turned out ok! Hope you all pass your APs, finals, and other stuff. Have an awesome day!
Warnings: If being Yoongi’s breakfast was a punishment, would you dare to confess your sin?
I wake up with Yoongi’s constant breath tickling the strands of my hair. I can feel his face buried in my neck and his chin placed softly on my shoulders. He has his arm wrapped around me as his hand rests on the waistband of my panties. Our legs twine together under the shades of sun. The outline of my body fits his so perfectly like two pieces next to each other in a puzzle. My index finger draws patterns of circles and stars on his dry hand. I feel his heart beating on my lungs. Every beat is quiet and lethargic, just enough to keep him breathing. Yoongi twitches. He presses my stomach and squeezes me into his embrace. I turn so that we face each other. His eyes slowly open, then close, then open again. One can say he is daydreaming, or that he is fully awaked, just refuse to acknowledge the brightness of the day.
“Rise and shine, sleepy head.” My voice should be more energetic or excited, but it is as lazy as the birds outside, fail to sing even the slightest tune. Yoongi, without his eyes opened, hides himself in my breasts. His head snuggles deep into my skin as he tightens the gap between us. He’s acting like a baby again, demanding my attention because he loves the way I stroke his hair and place kisses on the top of his head. Every time I do that, I feel his smile. Still, I could never tell if it’s a smile or a smirk.
“Will you make breakfast for me today? Please?” His deep voice echos from the valley of my breasts. The nights spent in the studios or the days away on concert tours somehow plant in Yoongi the love for homemade meals. He rarely eats breakfast, but whenever we get the chance to stay home together, I always make a small bowl of bimbimbap and we both share. It becomes some kind of ritual, something we hold near and dear in our heart.
“Yeah.” I pat gently on his head.
After brushing my teeth I go down stairs and prepare our so called “breakfast”. Yoongi follows my momentarily after. He sits on the dining chair and watches my back. I start with cooking the rice then slice the kimchi. Goosebumps grow on my arms when I feel his eyes lock on my body, in addition to the fact I’m not wearing anything accept a S-size tee and red and white striped panties. My body turns itself on, but I quickly shut it down.
“Why were you home so late yesterday? I was worried.” Yoongi breaks into the sound of frying pan. “My boss invited my to a meal, since he wanted to thank me for the successful project.” I answer without looking back. There was nothing particularly outstanding about that dinner so the least of my concern is put in there. Suddenly I feel Yoongi dry hand slides from my waist, down to my abdomen and into my panties. His fingers take turn to slide up and down on my clit. My arm trembles as I take the egg out of the frying pan. I can hear how wet I am. I probably make a mess on his hand.
“You left me at home worried, just to have dinner with you boss?” His whisper is so soft, yet so dangerous. The taste of bitterness in his words condense in my throat. It was hard to swallow. I slowly find myself struggling to stand straight. My posture is awkward, so are the things that slip from my mouth.
“I’m sorry.” That is the only thing I can think of, the only appropriate thing to say at this moment. My hand grip tight on the counter. The bulge of his boxer becomes more and more visible. I can’t see it, but I can feel every inch that it hardens. My mind tells me that I have awaken a jealousy monster and that I deserve the punishment that will be given. Strangely, I’m okay with it. In fact, I’m anticipating it.
Yoongi tugs the fabric of my panties. He’s enjoying the irritation I feel when my panties tighten my sensitive area. My back arches straight, as stiff as a statue. He pulls them down just enough to reveal my ass. His nails digs deep in, squeezes and gives one cheek a loud smack. The pain transfers to my mouth and I moan, quietly but filled with lust. The burn in the shape of his hand tattoos on my skin like ink. He lifts me up and places me on the counter. Legs spread and rested on his shoulders. I feel the pad of his tongue on the wet pink flesh inside my folds. His lips suck pieces of my skin. Each time, my body bursts and rain uncontrollably. He never stops, even though he knows I’m going to dirty his mouth. Yoongi took me to somewhere high, where I dissolve into the cloud. My breath keeps getting shorter and shorter but still I try my best to not cum completely in his mouth. He recognizes my attempts and he knows my purpose is to save my juice so it can spill on his dick. Yoongi has no intention to give me what I want. After all, that’s what punishment all about.
He keeps on eating me up, even adds his hand in to squeeze my breast roughly. The marks of his nails scatter around my nipples. He increases his pace. His tongue movement gets faster. He sucks harder, kisses deeper. My head is spinning, inside and out. I moan loud and short, not constant or in any specific patterns. I shoot myself right into his mouth and he licks everything clean. My cum drips on his face, some of it has dried out. He tastes me, with all the delight in this world.
It takes him a while to come back to his sense and realize how many marks he has left on my body. Yoongi takes me into his arms without a word. I place my hands on his back, smell the fresh sweat on his thin body. “I’m sorry, I was just…” I stop him with a kiss. A long, gently one, when my lips are just placed on his.
All of his punishments, I’m willing to receive, as long as I’m the only person he gets jealous for.
For the anon who asked for jealous Yoongi smut and the anon who asked for Yoongi rough kitchen smut. Here ya gooo! How I adore oral sex so much.
A/N: this is my favorite part of this story so far. i love it so much, it’s made the frustration associated with the last two parts worth it for me. part 10 is gonna be the last official part and then maybe an epilogue? also, i think it’s quite clear to see how reader’s changed over the course of this story which i love. i HONESTLY LOVE this part, holy shit. ENJOY IT, SERIOUSLY! AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
In the queue waiting to use your favorite replicator of the plethora in the commissary, your eyes zeroed in on the table in the rightmost back corner. Your table in the rightmost back corner.
It was occupied. And that, too, by the same plucky, blue-shirted ensigns that cornered Commander Spock in the middle of your discussion regarding his relationship with Uhura.
Due to that, you harbored some resentment. You and Spock didn’t interact much and every conversation you had with him fascinated you— his mannerisms weren’t as controlled and void of expression as you were expecting, he was just a little more controlled than the average full human being.
You valued those conversations. While you knew he didn’t enjoy your company much, he often asked for your advice on his and Uhura’s relationship that seemed to be hanging onto its last, fraying thread. He likely sought out your advice because of the great amount of time you and Uhura spent.
During the time in question, you had told him you thought their demise came at the hands of Uhura feeling unimportant, like she came second to her half-Vulcan boyfriend. He only frowned in consideration ever so slightly as one of his eyebrows crept closer to his pin-straight fringe before the flood of blue shirts could get to him.
Therefore, your resentment increased at the sight of them at the table. Your table.
You crossed your arms over your chest as you glared at them. Your nostrils were flared. You’d developed a sense of possessiveness as a young child— probably a result of such a rocky upbringing, you clung to anything and everything you could that made you comfortable in any way.
Your shoulder was pushed by three fingertips and you stumbled a few inches to the side. “Stare any harder, sweetheart, and they’ll vaporize.”
You hummed out a sigh and loosened your arms. You moved up in the line as glanced at the frowning Southern doctor. “Blue shirts are the fucking worst.”
McCoy looked offended. “Ain’t a fan of you, either.”
Jabra: Gyahahaha!! Oh lord, kid, you’re a literal kid!!
Jabra: This is priceless. Who needs a babysitter now, eh?
Kaku: I do NOT–
Jabra: Kaku, you don’t even come up to my knee. Whether you like it not not, you’ll need a helping hand.
((OOC: WOW HOLY CRAP GUYS????
Thank you so much???? It hasn’t even been two months!!! As a gift back to all of you, here’s a little follower event: Jabra will be a guest, and Kaku will be a child, for an undefined amount of time! Feel free to harass them to your hearts content!!))
here’s part 2! please enjoy and give me any constructive criticism (but be nice pls thanks)
That night my parents and I ate dinner together. After, my mom wanted to watch the news, so I did the dishes. When I was done, I walked into the living room, wiping my hands on my jeans.
My dad was sprawled on the couch with my mom resting on his chest. I smiled. After all these years, my parents still were as in love as they’d been as teenagers. Then the news story caught my attention.
“Police discovered the bodies about an hour ago.” The reporter said, his forehead creased. “Let’s have a look at the pictures, but please be aware, they are graphic.”
Then the screen changed, showing three men lying in an alley. My mom gasped at the blood that was everywhere. I studied them, my eyes widening. The men had been beaten so badly that I wondered how they’d identify them. There was blood splattered everywhere on the alley walls. Then I sucked in a breath, my hands clapping over my mouth.