and the kids are just playing around in the bones

Boyfriend!Mark

here is the other boyfriend!mark

BTW IM BACK FROM THE VERY LONG FAMILY GATHERING YALL


Originally posted by marksseunie

- mark is like the perfect boyfriend istg

- like I say that about every idol but c’mon

- its mark tuan y’all

-even if he isnt your boyfriend he is perfect

- but like can you imagine mark being so shy when he meets you but he just really wants to talk to you and take you out on a date and all that

- but that was when he first met you

- and when he finally got the shot to ask you out he would be so awkward and so grateful like “omg im on a date with the most amazing person in the world i feel blessed to the bone”

- but when you guys went on more dates and when you guys spent more time with each other he starts to get more comfortable with you

- he would also be on a roll with skinship

- like he would not allow himself to not hold your hand, give you forehead and nose kisses, back hugs, playing with your fingers

- hell he would probably a happy little kid even if you just brush your arms together

- but that would only happen when he is not around his members

- he just wont stand his members teasing the both of you

- or he just doesn’t want to hear gyeom, bambam or jackson go “EEWW”every five seconds

- but when the others are not around he wouldnt have second thoughts showing his affection for you

- you would be at the dorm all the time

- members: “dont you have a house?”

- mark: “she does but she’s staying”

- when the others aren’t looking he would just randomly give you kisses all over your face

- like (count how many times i’ve said like) the both of you would be at the kitchen while the others are watching tv or playing around and you would be like washing the dishes or something then he just wraps his arms around your waist and he would start kissing your cheeks

- then youngjae would enter the kithcen then go “OH NO IM TOO INNCOENT FOR THIS”

- the jaebum would start screaming “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CHILD?!?!1?”

- then mark would defend the both of you and bambam and jackson would be watching with their feet up and eating popcorn

- while you just stand there with your mouth wide open like wtf is happening

- but dont worry its only a playful fight

- mark would also want to pay for everything when the two of you will be going out

- it would hurt his pride and ego if he didn’t

- “but im supposed to be a gentleman”

- “mark shut up”

- dating mark would include being best friends with jackson

- and the 3 of you would just talk together in english and insult the other members

- but then bambam understands them and he would just be like “I AM A MAN OF HONOR DO NOT DISRESPECT ME”

- since mark is the oldest hyung, you would be the members’ noona

- even if you are younger

- they call you noona

- fights with him would only about minor things

- like he would be mad at you for spending more time with Coco than him

- mark: “Why won’t you rub my belly?”

- you: “Are you serious right now?”

- mark: “of course not, youngjae take Coco away from her please”

- youngjae: “Coco is my baby get your own”

- over all dating mark is like a dream come true tbh

russianspacegeckosexparty  asked:

Bucky shedding genuine tears when he sees all the people of the Jewish community especially the children and teens who are dedicated to not allowing history or textbooks erase his Jewish heritage. They tell stories about his heroics as a Howling Commando and Jewish grandmas love him

Oh man.

(Fair warning: we’re going to the fluff place and then the EMPHATICALLY NOT FLUFF place and then back to fluff again.)

It’s Cap who gets talked about the most, of course, because he’s Cap- because he wears the flag uniform and does all the dumbass things that anyone with half a brain wouldn’t and rescues the whole damn world. No one would have expected otherwise; Captain America is the figure from World War II who represents goodness in the face of unspeakable evil, and everyone needs that.

But as time passes, Cap’s still the one on the covers of comics, but it’s another trio that make the most impact: Gabe Jones. Jim Morita. And Bucky himself.

A Black guy, an Asian guy, and a Jewish guy. All the Howlies were heroes but these guys were brave while everyone with their backgrounds was getting pushed down. They gave kids who had no one else to look up to a role to play in the games on the playground. Everyone knew it, too: Someone threw a slur at you, threw a punch at you just because of who you were, and you had a face to cling to in the back of your mind, giving you that strength to fight back. Everyone knew Captain America was a hero, and Cap chose to work side-by-side with those guys. What kind of hero wouldn’t do the same?

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So last night...

So I was cosplay as Sans last night on Omegle, enjoying myself and playing around with different Undertale fans. I saw like, two dicks. Neither were impressive or wanted. 

But one thing really got me in the heart, and that was a little girl. She didn’t look more then 7…8 years old, right? Real small, braided hair, big eyes and everything.

At first, I started up on the chat with her like I would, making a peace sign and waving, and she literally flipped her shit. She started screaming and giggling and waving at me like, “SANS!! SANS!! Hi!! I didn’t know you were real!!” And all I could literally do was laugh and smile like a dumbass under this hot rubber mask.

So right when I say hi and all the casual Sans things, she jumps up, telling me to wait just a sec and that, “I have something that makes me part skeleton just like you!” She bolts off and I just wait, cause I’m not gonna click off randomly while she’s so excited. She comes back like, five minutes later with a big bottle of ketchup. I start giggling and giving her thumbs up and just- reacting to everything she says!

But then, a wave of protective instinct starts washing over me- Like, even while she’s talking to me, I cant stop listening even when my own girlfriend is calling! ((I’m super sorry about that @strife-kind!)) I start telling myself, “You know, there are a bunch of nasty, horrible people on here who would take advantage of this little girl. Fuck that noise, I’m gonna stay on here till she falls asleep.”

I literally stayed up till 3am talking and chatting with this little girl, and she starts yawning and mumbling and I’m like “Hey, kiddo. It was awesome talking to you- youre such an awesome human kid! But uh- maybe you should head to bed. Kids like you need lots of rest to kill monsters like me.” And she just smiles dopily and nods, before blowing me a kiss and I catch it. She ends the chat, and I go one round around the bend to make sure she’s in bed and not still chatting. She’s not, and I’m happy.

The next person I talk to literally was the cutest kid, looked about 12 years old. He started implying I was in love with Toriel and I, playing along, started blushing and pulled my hood over my head and crossed my arms, the whole thing. He makes me PROPOSE to her and I did! I drew a paper board in bone letters asking if she will marry me, and when “Toriel” said yes, he literally flipped out and started giggling madly. Cutest kid ever. Sorry to say he had to get off before I could wish him a good night, but man…

Protective Sans syndrome just….WOOSH.

Losing Sleep Over You (James Kirk x Reader)

Originally posted by nabees2

WARNING: A super brief, super implied NSFW part that tbh is hardly NSFW but I feel obligated to warn people, anyways just in case


“I could have him kicked off the ship, you know.”

You knew that voice very well, though you’d only ever heard it over the intercom. It was surprisingly different in person. The soft echo it usually held was stripped away, making it warmer and more crisp. As if you were talking to a close friend, rather than your captain.

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Greaser!Dean

Originally posted by holyhansol

Originally posted by lady-where-has-your-love-gone

▪ This is tough
▪ Dean is tough
▪ He’s the type to be smoking
▪ Sporting leather jackets
▪ The next he’s laughing like a total dork
▪ Acting like a kid
▪ It’s kind of weird
▪ Despite everything
▪ He’s one of those guys you don’t piss off
▪ Literally leaning against your locker after every class
▪ ‘Do you even go to class, or do you just stay here?’ - You
▪ ‘I go to class, sometimes- c’mon cutie, you know I’d rather spend my time with you.’ - Him
▪ Cheeky little shit
▪ He likes when you design his tattoos
▪ You tried to get him to stop smoking
▪ He got you to smoke with him instead
▪ Expect lots of smoke kisses
▪ You’ve probably got a few hidden tattoos
▪ Let’s be honest
▪ You were probably some good girl
▪ Or nerd
▪ And, now you walk around sporting his favorite leather jacket
▪ That is the power of Dean
▪ Behind closed doors he’s a lot more cuddly than you think
▪ Won you that huge white bear on your bed
▪ Spoils you
▪ Best thing?
▪ Seeing him roll out from under his car
▪ Wife beater on
▪ Sweat glistened skin
shit
▪ Can cook
▪ You aren’t entirely sure why
▪ Or where he learned that
▪ But, you enjoy it none the less
▪ His motorcycle is his love
▪ Tbh
▪ ‘I named her Angel.’ - Him
▪ ‘…..Why?’ - You
▪ ‘Well, I already have a real angel…when I’m not here, I have her.’ - Him
▪ ‘You- you are stupid.’ - You
▪ Likes kissing your collar bones
▪ Biting
▪ L o v e s to mark you all up
▪ Doesn’t care if people judge
▪ Just glad to have his mark on you
▪ Probably into cigarette burns
▪ Really likes playing with your fingers because
▪ ‘They’re so small… and, they fit mine perfectly, doll.’
▪ He’s really cute with you
▪ But still tough
▪ Denies his cuteness
▪ ‘Are- are you crying?’ - You
▪ ‘Tch, are you crazy?’
▪ He was totally crying
▪ Will talk you into tattooing his name on you s o m e w h e r e
▪ Anywhere
▪ He would, of course, do the same
▪ Because
▪ ‘We’re made for each other. I feel it in mine bones.’
▪ Proposes to you on the beach
▪ Kind of
▪ His leather jacket is around your shoulders
▪ Your sitting in the sand at night
▪ He’s smoking, playing guitar
▪ You’re just listening, and smiling
▪ It’s getting cold and you put your hands in the pockets
▪ ‘What’s this?’
▪ You pull the ring out, and look at him
▪ ‘So, do you wanna marry me?’
▪ He’s kind of cocky about it
▪ But kinda shy?
▪ Like he can’t look you in the eye
▪ Totally knows you’ll say yes though
▪ Babiiieeesss
▪ He’s so cute with your kids
▪ He spoils them to hell and back
▪ Ah, greaser dean really is just like
▪ Absolutely perfect and boyfriend material

home (john murphy au)

Plot: You hadn’t been home in four years. People always gave you crap about never going home, but you couldn’t take any time off between your three majors and two jobs throughout your four years of college. When you left home, you kind of left all your friends behind, even the best friend and potential love of your life John Murphy. You finally give in and come home for Christmas break.

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader, Lincoln x Octavia, Bellamy Blake x Raven Reyes, Lincoln x Reader (siblings)

Warnings: cursing probably, cute family reunion!

A/N: Linctavia got married before the reader left for college! Octavia is a couple years older than the reader and a couple years younger than Lincoln. You and Murphy would text each other every few months, but it’d be nothing major. and I think that’s it! I hope you guys enjoy it. pls tell me what you think! (no gifs are mine!!)


It was finally time to head back home for Christmas, seeing as you only had an internship and a couple classes left to get your degrees. You hadn’t told your parents, though, thought it’d be best to surprise them.

So here you were: in front of the house you grew up in, gifts and duffle bag in tow. You can hear the laughter and the ruckus from over here and you can’t help but smile. You take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. Before you can compose yourself, someone opens the door and whispers your name. You look up to see your childhood best friend John Murphy.

“John,” you whisper, a large smile on your face as you take in John’s appearance. College had been kind to him. What used to be a lanky, angry boy is now a sophisticated, broad-shouldered man. “You’ve got glasses now.”

“So do you,” he takes another second to look at you before holding his arms out. “Come on, bring it in.”

You smile widely and wrap your arms around him, feeling at home for the first time in years.

“John, who’s at the door?” You hear your mom’s voice call out and you pull away from John, pressing a finger to your lips.

“Oh, no one important,” he yells back, earning a playful glare from you.

You walk past him, nudging him as you make your way inside. You stop once you’re just outside the kitchen, bumping into your mom on her way out.

“Surprise?” You give her a soft smile as her face lights up, a couple unknown tears falling down her cheeks.

“Allan! Come look who’s here,” she cries happily, wrapping her arms around you for the first time in four years.

“Who is–?” Your father’s eyes land on you and you let out a light chuckle, a tear running down your face this time.

“Hey, papa,” you whisper and your father wraps his arms around you and your mom, unshed tears in his eyes as he kisses the top of your head.

“It’s our little girl! She’s home,” he kisses your mom’s head and then yours again, a large smile on his face.

“I’m so glad I’m home,” you whisper, squeezing them tightly before pulling away. “I brought gifts for everyone!”

“Oh sweetie, you didn’t have to,” your parents smile widely at you, still unable to believe you’re home.

“Are you kidding me? She’s been gone for years, she better have brought a TON of gifts,” you hear your brother Lincoln’s voice and you playfully roll your eyes. “Stop that and get over here!”

He holds his arms out and you drop your bags, quickly running over to him and holding him close. He’d visit you often, mostly with the kids but sometimes just with his wife Octavia. His precious little family loved you… and New York.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Lincoln pulls away and ruffles your hair.

“Because you’d tell Octavia who you know damn well cannot keep a secret from Mom. You know she–OW, O!” You feel someone pinch your shoulder and you know it’s Octavia.

Your mom and dad kiss your head and tell you they’re heading to the living room to entertain some guests.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me!” You groan as she wraps her arms around you. “The kids have been asking about you.”

“They’re driving us all nuts,” John pipes up, stepping into the circle as Octavia rolls her eyes, chuckling. “They have this wierd idea that you and I are married, Y/N.”

“What?” You smile, your heart racing as you think of the possibility. “Why do they think that?’

“They see pictures of us all over the house and ask questions. It’s what kids do,” John shrugs as Lincoln smirks at you two.

“Well that and Murphy’s never denied it. He wholeheartedly accepts it.”

“That’s also true. I could do worse than you,” John looks you up and down and you smack his shoulder.

“You could do a lot worse, but not at all better,” you flip your hair over your shoulder and high-five Octavia.

“Oh come on, like you could do better than me!” John scoffs and you raise a brow at him.

“Is that a challenge?”

“No please don’t leave me,” he groans and rests his head in the crook of your shoulder, bringing a smirk to your face.

“Thought so.”

“What’s going on in here?” You hear a deep voice and look up to find Bellamy, Octavia’s older brother.

“Oh, nothing, just the once every four years spectacle,” Lincoln shrugs and you smack the back of his head.

“Oh, Y/N’s home?” Bellamy walks into the kitchen, a wide smile on his face. “Hey there, stranger!”

“Hey, you!” You smile wide and wrap your arms around him, a smile on both your faces. You close your eyes and hold onto him longer than you did the others.

You don’t see the smile fall from John’s face. You don’t see the bitter realization that he factors in. He walks out, not waiting for any explanation.

Octavia and Lincoln watch him leave, a disappointed look in both of their eyes as they watch you and Bellamy.

“Um… is there something going on here?” You open your eyes as Lincoln clears his throat, crossing both arms over his chest and taking on his older brother role.

“No,” You laugh and pull away as Bellamy gulps, physically scared of your older brother.

“You’re my best friend, man. I wouldn’t go behind your back and steal your sister,” Bellamy clears his throat, a little calmer as he realizes he has nothing to be scared of.

“So then what is this?” Lincoln points between the two of you and you both burst out laughing. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Bellamy visited me a few times in New York, yeah, but not because he wanted to see me,” you glare at Bellamy who holds his hands up in surrender.

“To be fair, the first time I did want to check in on you!” He rolls his eyes as you scoff.

“Sure, he only kept coming back to visit because he’s head over heels in love with my roommate Raven,” you make kissy noises as Bellamy’s face grows red. “Look at him, awwww!”

Lincoln and Octavia let out a sigh, sounding almost relieved as they realized nothing happened between you two.

“Oh thank the lord,” Octavia groans, rubbing her temples and looking at you. “I pictured you and my brother together and honestly it’s a little sickening.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty damn gross,” Lincoln shudders and you laugh, waiting for John to comment. Only you look around the kitchen and don’t spot him.

“Where’s John?” You furrow your brows as Octavia and Lincoln have a telepathic conversation. “Guys seriously. Where is he?”

“Check the treehouse,” Bellamy’s smiling at you… they’re all smiling at you.

“What’s with the faces…?” You narrow your eyes and Lincoln just smiles in return.

“Just go talk to John and you’ll get it,” Octavia wraps her arms around Lincoln and sighs. “GO!”

“Okay, fine, fine,” you furrow your brows and do as you’re told.

You make your way to the treehouse, nostalgia running through you. You and Lincoln would always play on this stupid treehouse. You two would camp out some nice summer nights. When the Murphy’s moved next door, Lincoln invited John to your camp outs, too. You were all a family, kind of like you are now. Only when you were a kid, you didn’t want to jump John’s bones.

“John?” You whisper, slowly climbing up the ladder.

“Y/N?” He whispers, confused as you spot him by the windows.

“What? Can’t a girl climb into her treehouse?” You smile at him and he shrugs, looking down.

“Did you bring Bellamy up here?”

“Why would I bring Bellamy to our special place?” You whisper, brows furrowed as you walk over to him.

“Well, he’s your special someone, so I thought you’d bring him up here,” he looks up at you and brings a bottle to his lips.

“Oh, John, it’s Christmas Eve! Please don’t get drunk,” you chuckle and sit by the window, facing him. “And Bellamy isn’t my special someone.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he mutters, lifting the bottle up yet again.

“Give me that,” you glare and swipe the bottle from an already tipsy John. “Bellamy is my good friend. He helped me through some tough times in college, so in turn I helped him get my roommate.”

“What?” John looks up at you, brow raised as though not believing you.

“He’s quite in love with my roommate Raven,” you shrug, a smile on your face. “They’re cute together.”

“There’s no way! He could’ve had you, but he went with some Raven? I don’t buy it,” he scoffs looking away.

“Fine, here’s proof,” you roll your eyes and pull out your phone, swiping through the pictures on your phone until you come across one of Bellamy and Raven kissing. “Here.”

“Let me see that,” he grabs the phone and studies the picture before handing your phone back and muttering. “Okay, she’s pretty. But he’s still stupid for passing you up.”

“I’m flattered you think so, John,” you chuckle, shaking your head and looking down. “He couldn’t have me even if he wanted to.”

“H-how come?” John stutters out, clearing his throat as he tries not to let his heart soar.

“I was hoping I’d have someone back home waiting for me,” you shrug and look up at him, the vulnerability in your voice surprising him.

He stares at you for a solid minute and you think that maybe the comment went over his head or maybe he actually secretly hated you or maybe–

“I-I’ve been waiting for you back home,” he whispers and you see the light in his eyes, the hopefulness.

“Oh thank god,” you whisper and in a moment of relief, you lean forward and hungrily capture his lips with yours.

John’s eyes grow wide before he quickly shuts them, wanting to prolong this moment. His hands move to your shoulders and gently cup your face, rubbing your cheeks as you both pull away for a breath.

“I-I don’t know what came over me, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d pounce–”

“Yeah, you better be sorry,” John whispers, nudging your nose with his own. “If you think this guy’s gonna put out that easily, you’ve got another thing coming.”

You fall against each other, laughing and kissing.

“It’s good to be home, isn’t it?” He whispers, green eyes boring into yours.

“It’s great.”

anonymous asked:

How would the US,UF and SF skelebros react to seeing that while out(w/o their S/O),their child climbed and got stuck inside a claw game machine?

KID ASK YASSS.
I’m horrible with kids, but the skeles being dads just warms my heart.


Underswap

Sans
Laugh first, freak out later. Blue just finds it so silly how his kid got stuck in the claw machine…like how? He remembers the days of his youth when he was just as mischievous. He’ll mess around first like silly faces through the window and taking lots of pictures to save as his homescreen for later. He’ll then call an employee to help get his kid out. Despite his jolly attitude about the whole thing, he scolds his kid for leaving his side and getting into trouble. The two go for ice cream later.

Papyrus
Stretch dealt with Blue as a baby bones, he can handle this easily. He finds it soo cute though and would let his kid play inside for a bit before they get in trouble. Just for kicks, Stretch would input a dollar amd try to use the claw to get his kid out. As master of machine games, it works. Stretch makes the kid swear not tell you how he got them out.

Underfell

Sans
Red just screeches freaks out in the middle of the arcade (im going to assume its an arcade). He’s screaming for an employee to help and unlock machine. He would smash it with his bones, but he doesn’t want to pay the damages and risk hurting the kid. He’s sweating all over and he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack, believing that he’s not a good father and that you’re going to leave him for not being responsible enough and oh god, you’re going to take his kid with you and he’ll never see you two again-
He didn’t realize that his child was out, safe and sound, until they tug on his sleeve. Red wraps them up in a hug and yells at them in the car. He then takes the kid ou for sweets as an apology for yelling and a bribe to not tell you about this incident.

Papyrus
Fell is not amused, no matter how cute his kid looks buried in a mountain of stuffed animals. He is impressed that his little prodigy managed to sneak away from him and stealthy craw into the machine without his notice. They really are Fell’s kid. But, he tells his kid that if they can get in, they can get out. He threatens to leave them there unless they get out right now. He doesn’t care if the kid is whimpering amd crying (okay he cares a little), but the kid has to learn determination. His child does get back out on they’re own, and Fell takes their hand and the two go home. Once in private, he praises his kid for being good and solving the problem on their own. This incident is not mentioned to you at all.

Swapfell

Sans
Black laughs hysterically and out his phone to record the whole thing. He’s teasing his kid inside, calling them a troublemaker and that they’re going to be stuck in there forever. Like Fell, he wants his child to solve this problem on their own, without Black’s help. He encourages his kid the whole time like, “YOU’RE THE CHILD OF THE SINISTER SANS, YOU WILL NOT LET THIS MACHINE DEFEAT YOU”. Once the kid is out, he scoops them up and takes them out for ice cream. He sends the video to everyone he knows, bragging about how great his kid is.

Papyrus
Rus is lowkey freaking out, but he doesn’t want his kid to see him that way, so he calmly reassures the child that they’re going to be okay, and to try to get back out on their own. After a couple attempts, Rus goes to find an employee to open the machine, but when he gets back, his kid is crawls out safely and gives him an accomplished smile. Rus sighs in relief and apologizes to the employee for the inconvenience. Rus and his kid goes home and he pretends to not see the stolen stuffed animal tucked under his kid’s shirt.

~How Yoongi is in Bed~

Yoongi is a true switch, I believe. Not just between dom and sub, but I believe he can go from vanilla to hardcore rough bdsm in seconds. At first, he wouldn’t know how much you can handle leading to softer, gentler sex. Small kisses down your neck, oral that makes you scream, hella good fingering to get you nice and wet. Probably make you squirt till the bed is soaked. Soft sex being extremely sensual. He’d be ontop and making sure you keep eye contact with him. Soft groans. Then when you tell him to fuck you hard as possible he would grab your legs and wrap them around his waist going banging you until you scream. His fingers wouldn’t leave your clit.

One orgasm? what is that? This kid believes in giving you orgasms until you can’t walk and your legs are shaking. After he is done boning you, he would go down on your just to make sure you are deff all clean and set. Yoongi would have no objections tying you up, choking you lightly, whispering the dirtiest shit, biting, spit play, sucking your cum off his fingers, loving when you swallow…..

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(cause i wanted to tag randomly some random ppl just cause. XD)

  • Braids her hair
  • helps her with her homework
  • tells her how to fight off any bullies that come her way
  • comforts her over friendship troubles
  • swings her around in his arms
  • throws her up in the air
  • jokes around with her
  • tucks her in at night
  • sing a lullaby at request. 
  • Snuggles with her in the bed, on the couch, wherever
  • tells her she can be anything she wants to be
  • protects her at all costs when disaster strikes on the Enterprise
  • blows off Bones’s blabbering not to do this and that just like her dad
  • does the same with Spock
  • Plays with Chekov and Uhura
  • Uhura and Chekov also know how to braid hair
  • Uhura is pretty much mommy
  • Chekov and Bones are the best uncles in the world
  • She likes Scotty too
  • Turns out, Jaylah’s actually just fine with kids. 
  • Plays with Demora when she is around
  • Takes her on shore leave planets. 
  • Would show her the stars 
  • smiles when she tells him she wants to be a captain just like him
  • She gets to be about 10,11,12,13,14 when she is just a teenager pretty much. At least she acts like one by then
  • Still calls him Daddy at times. Otherwise, it’s Dad. 
  • He still calls her sweetheart, often
  • She goes shopping with friends, and sometimes Uhura
  • Does bunches of sleepovers
  • laughs at tons of random stuff with her squad
  • Still will be under a shoulder as they eat popcorn and watch tv on the sofa
  • Is still not listening to Uncle Bones and Uncle Spock’s warnings whether it’s a monotonous voice or southern cussing, cursing her endlessly. 
  • gets pretty nervous when it’s her first date at 15 years old
  • but then works up a simple “if you hurt my daughter I will kill you” look when the boy comes to pick her up. 
  • more nervous when she gets married
  • he’d be honest, it was quite a fright when she was first pregnant 
  • is there for the first baby.
  • goes into a mild grandpa mode when it’s a girl
  • eventually, years later, its a boy and it’s named after him
  • watches her with a big smile and claps and whistles and all in the crowd when she graduates Starfleet at 20. She does it in three years, just like Jim. 
  • Eventually, she becomes a great captain just like him
  • he gets a bit teary
  • His little girl is grown up. 
  • His little girl. 
  • She is the hugest wreck of all wrecks when Jim dies of old age. He was 90. 
  • But one day while looking through some stuff, she finds a hologram. 
  • She pulls it up and sees it’s some sort of thing about her dad. 
  • “Hey sweetheart! If you found this, I’ve probably…passed away. But with genius help from Scotty and Spock, they programmed this kinda like A.I thing that lets me talk to you like I was real.”
  • She cried. She cried of sadness and happiness.
  • He wasn’t really real, but it was the closest she could get. 

Reblog if you think that Jim Kirk would be the best dad. 

Originally posted by cindyctw75

Prompt:  Bones catching Jim and reader (who’s Bones’ intern) making out in the medbay? Bones then teases them over and over until everyone knows? Tysm!!
Word Count: 986
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 986/50,000
Warnings:
Author’s Note:

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Too Hot To Handle Pt. 1

***Author Note***

Obvious pun title is obvious. Why are titles always so hard to think of??

It’s been freezing for the last week where I live so I decided to warm up with one of my OTP’s. Sansby!

In this fic, sans has been crushing on Grillby pretty hard but has never had the courage to act on it until one night. Grillby notices his odd behavior and is worried he’s ill. sans finally blurts out that he would like to go on a date with Grillby, and to his surprised delight the flamesman agrees.

(Since I work a lot this week I’m not sure when I’ll be able to finish all of it so I decided to post what I have)

***End Note***

sans peered into the kitchen, finding Papyrus wildly karate chopping tomatoes, “hey bro, i’m heading to grillby’s.”

He paused mid swing, tomato juice dripping from his glove, “WHAT? BUT I SWEAR YOU JUST GOT BACK FROM GRILLBY’S AN HOUR AGO!”

“hour you sure? i haven’t been there since yesterday.” He snickered when Papyrus groaned. “i think you’re supposed to take your gloves off first, bro.” He walked closer with his hands in his pockets, keeping out of the splatter zone.

“OH I HAVEN’T TRIED THAT!” Papyrus said with a laugh, taking off his gloves and resuming his attack on the vegetables. “YOU’RE RIGHT THIS IS BETTER!”

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anonymous asked:

Alrighty.. so, I was lying on the bed, head in my best friends lap, we were being all jokingly cute/sweet to each other "#nohomo" xD and I fell asleep to him playing with my hair.. that's it! looking forward to your creation! also thanks a lot!

Sorry this is so short! Hope you like it!

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“Boooones!!”

“What?!”

Jim groaned, flopping on the bed next to his best friend, “I’m tired!”

“You have to study, kid. You can sleep later”

Jim just whined and wiggled closer, resting his head on Leonard’s thigh, “I’m a doctor, not a pillow, Jim”

The younger man just groaned and rolled over so he way lying on his side, “But I’m comfortable, Bones!”

He signed, and rested his hand on Jim’s head, “Alright, you infant”

“Thanks, Bones!”

Leonard continues to read his medical textbooks, studying for his exam in Xenobiology that he has in a week. He knows that Jim has a test too, but he can’t remember what it’s for.

“Now, don’t you go fallin’ asleep, Jimmy boy. You still need to study; you can sleep later”

“Just a little nap, Bones. I was up all night last night”

Bones sighed, slowly running his fingers through his best friend’s blond hair, “10 minutes, then you gotta get up”

Jim just hummed softly, curling his knees up to his chest. He made a soft sound when Bones stopped playing with his hair, so with a soft sigh Bones started playing with his hair again.

“Damn, kid. Got me wrapped around his damn finger”

Jim, now fast asleep, just rolled over and nuzzled into Leonard’s stomach, letting out a happy sigh.

Of course Bones didn’t wake Jim up after 10 minutes, the kid was exhausted, and even though Bones was a grumpy and jaded man, he was soon realizing that Jim was like the sun. And even the sun needed it’s sleep every once and awhile.

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How about one where Bones and reader are at a retro-themed party and get involved in an awkward game of Twister? @outside-the-government


You weren’t quite sure if the Academy had ever done something like that before, but your breath stopped as you entered the gigantic mess hall, only to see that all the tables and chairs had vanished and instead old standing tables were spread all over the room, with either empty or half full glasses of alcohol on them.

An old fashioned bar could be seen in the far back and multiple disco balls were hanging from the ceiling, reflecting the colorful light that was shining onto them. Cadets were dancing on a white dance floor and some type of classical music was playing.

„I don’t see the fun in this. Why did the Academy decide to throw a retro-themed party? And also… aren’t we to old for this? We aren’t cadets anymore!“

„Great… Do you see the fun in anything at all? We’ve been here for merely five minutes and you’re already complaining!“

„Yes, I like sticking hypos into Jim’s neck.“

„You’re morbid and mean“, you said while looking around the room, searching for a familiar face.

„You forgot grumpy.“

Suddenly your eyes locked onto something and a smile spread across your lips. „Oh! Twister!“

„What? No, I wasn’t twisting your words around!“

„No you idiot!”, you screamed over the loud music, grabbed Bones arm and pulled him with you. “Twister! That’s the fun game I showed you on my PADD before we came to the party! When you asked me what kind of games they played hundreds of years ago? You can play it with paint on the dots too!“

He groaned. „No! Not that game! I still don’t see the fun or logic in that.“

„You sound like Spock.“

„Do I? Well, that shouldn’t be too bad. You seem to listen to this green blooded hobgoblin. Maybe I’ll need to make him agree with me for once to keep you from playing.“

You turned around and looked at your boyfriend with raised eyebrows. „You do know that Spock agrees with you a lot Bones, right?“

“Hey guys! Having fun yet?”, a slightly drunk Jim said behind you and squeezed himself in between you both, throwing his arms around your shoulders and dragging you both closer to the game.

“Kid! When the hell did you arrive? How come you’re already drunk?”

“I’m tipsy Bones, tipsy. And I may have had a drink before with Carol. Or Chapel. Or both…”

While Bones grunted you just rolled your eyes. “Well that’s just typical!”

“Anyways, up for a game of Twister? We’re playing an Elimination Game and I wanted to ask if you both would like to form a group together”, Jim slurred.

“Who are we playing against?”

“Chekov and Sulu, Keenser and Scotty and me and Carol.”

“Keenser? Can he even reach from red to green?”

Jim just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t now. But be happy! Less competition! Not that you would even stand a chance against me or Carol, we’re flexible-”

“And we didn’t want to know that, thanks kid”, Bones interrupted the captain, before he could embarrass himself further. “But I think I’ll join Spock and watch you play. Y/N can partner up with Uhura.”

“That won’t be possible”, a new voice said, “Even if this game seems highly impractical and rather harsh, since the goal of the game is to bring the others down to the ground, Nyota convinced me to join too.”

“Well then I’m just going to play the referee.”

“And leave me with no team?!”

“Sorry darlin’.”

“No Bones, you can’t do that! We have enough people who can take over the role of the referee while you’re playing. You’re in ‘Team Y/N’ now!”

“Can we at least talk about the team name?”

x-x

„I will not stick my ass in your face Y/N!“, Bones panted some time later during the final round.

As it turned out, Keenser really couldn’t reach over the whole mat and so Scotty and him couldn’t even participate. Spock had, much to the happiness of Jim, not quite understood the game and had accidentally knocked Nyota with him down onto the mat, disqualificating them both. Chekov had suddenly run of shouting something in Russian and left Sulu with no choice but to give up.

So in the end there were only you and Bones also known as Team Misery (you had fought really hard against that name, but Bones wanted to let everybody know that he wasn’t happy at all to be part of the game) and Jim and Carol also known as Team Gold, thanks to Jim’s uniform and Carol’s Hair (at least that’s what they said, but you of course knew it was because they thought they’d win).

Carol had dropped to the floor a few moments prior, making Jim adamant to win by himself.  

„If you don’t do it, Jim won’t be able to move to your old place and will need to press his groin to my face to play on and you know that he’ll do it! Besides, your cute bum isn’t as big as you think it is!“

„He wouldn’t dare!“

„I would! I will not lose!“, Jim said, already moving his leg over Bones’s back and coming dangerously close to your face.

“No! Stop! You will not press your… Move back, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t you dare and make me crumble to the floor!”

x-x

Shortly after, it took Bones some time to persuade Jim to move, your boyfriends butt was pressed to your face, making it hard for you to see anything, since you could really move in your current position. “Just don’t dare to fart in my face. If you do, I promise you that the couch will be happy to have you for the next few days.”

“It’s not my fault if gases want to leave my body.”

“Well then stop them! Squeeze them back in or move and fart into Jim’s face, he deserves it. It will hopefully 'blow’ the smile of his face.”

“He! I’m right here you know? I can hear you!”

“Do I look like I care? At least you’ve been warned now.”

“I don’t know what you look like. Ugly pants are hiding your beautiful face from me.”

“Kid, stop flirting with my girlfriend and you”, Bones wiggled his butt, “stop talking altogether, your breath and mouth movement is tickling my ass.”

“If it should start to itch because of that, I would be more than happy to bite it for you.”

“Okay! You know what?!” Jim let himself fall to the floor, taking Bones with him and allowing you to see something else than black and breathe properly again. “I will not be part of your foreplay! If you want to get kinky and bite each other butts, do it in your quarters. I’m out!”

Angrily the still slightly drunk captain stood up, not looking where he placed his foot and stomped right on Bones’s hand. “Ah! Jim! Are you out of your corn-fed mind?!”

A Study In Character

A/N: Are you all ready for some lEE SANS? I know I am. Enjoy your stay in sin hell! 
Des: Sans decides to admit something to you, and his laughter from it…fills you with Determination. (Reader Insert)
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You had studied Sans character for a long time. You watched him carefully as he reacted to certain situations, took in all of his facial expressions. Sans never gave much more than a mischevious grin, but there were times it failed. 

You loved all of your friends from the Underground, but Sans was the hardest to read and understand. 

From being friends for so long, you had got to know him a little better. He only ate Heinz ketchup from the very back of the shelf, his face lit up if you said anything positive about his younger brother, and he really, really hated tickling.

At first, you figured that was understandable. Not everyone enjoyed it, and they would normally do anything to get away. Yet, Sans acted very…strange around tickling scenes. 

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Neverland’s Mulan

- requested by these lovelies ^^

author’s note: is it okay if i become a multi-fandom imagines/ fanfiction account for like the maze runner, the flash, teen wolf, heroes reborn, merlin, etc? i have a few The Flash imagines i’m writing, so i figure: why not expand my horizons? anyways, sorry for boring the readers who actually read these author’s notes, enjoy. (sorry this is short)

+ Peter Pan- Once Upon A Time

Prompt | Request: “You’ve been a girl this whole time and hid behind this Lost Boy facade? More importantly, you saw us naked!”



Back at that pitiful, joke of a foster home, was the thing that would make me rather be six feet under. My foster Mum and Dad despised of all of us and used us as slaves. They’d strike us with their umbrellas, stomp on our hands under the the crunch of our bones mixed in with our painful cries drowned out under their cackling and stomping.

I had to leave, no matter what stake.

Every week, one or two kids would disappear from the foster home. I just hope wherever they end up is better. There were rumors floating around the village about this Piper who would recruit children to join his band.

But I cannot play an instrument. I mean, he tumors didn’t specify, but I assume the term ‘band’ also comes with being musically talented or decent.

And it was only rumored that boys get to join the band and go off to this 'make-believe’ wonderful island with mermaids and fairies. Folks here in my village don’t exactly believe in all those things, but I do.

Foster Mum and Dad– or Madam and Sir– don’t believe like I do.

That is why I left. I hated them. I was a coward and left, I rallied up the rest of the foster kids. I dressed up the girls and hid their hair behind caps and gave them boy names and did the same for myself.

It’s been a year on Neverland and we’re all still fairly new at things. I mean, every month now, instead of every week, our leader brings in more Lost Boys. And along with our monthly arrivals, is the day I dread most for my secret Lost girls and I.

Showering Day. It happens only once a month. Quite unsanitary, but I mean, these boys are quite careless and reckless. They don’t see showering as a necessity.

And sadly, showering day is today

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

- Holiday Prompt Day Twelve - December 12th - 

shownu x reader

fluff x smuttish

922 words

anon nymph wished– Omg its my first time lol! #16, #23, & #30 for Shownu please make it extra smutty haha! Thank you love 😍😍😍

anon nymph wished– oh gosh so could i maybe possibly request shownu + 30? i think it could be really cute! thanks ♡

Omg anonnie! I’m glad you chose me for your first time, but good lord I’m such a  cringe ball!! TT I was writing this and was attempting to make it as smutty as I could but I swear I was cringing the entire time. lol! I’m sorry it’s probably not as smutty as you want it :( but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless ! 

My other anonnie! I’ve merged your requests together I hope you don’t mind!  I’ve noticed some similarities the further I got downt the list of requests and didn’t want to make duplicates :( I hope you still like this drabble as well dear! 

-Pasithea💕

#16 It’s cold in here, cuddle me damn it.
#23 Naughty or Nice?
#30 All I want for Christmas is you.

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A Different Kind of Strength - Part 1

“Knock knock.”

Frisk’s head popped out of their blanket coccoon in surprise.  It was the middle of the night, when shadows and silhouettes had every opportunity to be something sinister at first glance.  They stared at the bedroom door, terrified for a moment, until they recognized Sans’ lazy grin in the dim light.

The child sniffled.  “Who’s there?” they croaked, then tried to clear their throat.

Sans straightened his posture.  “Hawaii.”

“H… Hawaii who?”

“A little tired, but fine, thanks,” he shrugged as he strode to Frisk’s bedside.  “How’re you, kid?”

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Musings And Fears

Bones, Jim (because McCoy and Kirk seems way too formal)

Summary: For someone who seems so outgoing, Jim doesn’t really have a lot of friends. Bones notices this and decides to try to figure out why.

A/N: My first ever Star Trek fic and I totally blame @baneberrydragon and @ruxiecat121 for this. Also, imagine my surprise when @thatkourtnichik wrote a Jim and Bones fic while I was working on my own. It was as if we were connected or something.

This is my first fic of 2016 and I hope you all like it!

Words: 1 891

Despite what people thought, Bones was actually quite good at reading situations. As a future doctor he’d been forced to acquire that specific skill, considering he would spend his life looking at people’s various problems to try to pinpoint what exactly was wrong with them. But for someone who needed to be observant he could be very blind at times.

It took him approximately two months to realize that Jim, his roommate and newfound friend, wasn’t actually as outgoing as Bones had initially thought. Jim’s big and loud personality had painted a picture of an absolute socialite in Bones’ head; something that turned out to be completely untrue. Bones never really questioned why Jim would prefer to spend his evenings in their room, at first. He just reckoned it was because he wanted to get to know Bones better before aiming higher. But when Bones asked him if he didn’t have anywhere else to be one evening when he was a bit too annoying and Jim just shrugged and said, “Not really”, the doctor noticed the vague but audible hitch to his voice and knew that something was up.

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while watching “Sight Unseen” with my mom, as Jack’s leaving for his fishing trip, she immediately started complaining about his horrible outfit:

This is just some of what she said:

“It’s like a little kid playing in grown-up clothes”

“it’s like an x-ray, where his arm is the bone and his shirt’s the flesh” (where I had paused it, the lighting was so that you could clearly see his arm in the shirt with loads of space around it)

“It’s like he just closed his eyes and randomly picked clothes from a pile at Goodwill”

“Is his shirt so big and yellow so he can use it as a parachute and be seen in the ocean?”

“Maybe it’s so that it can be used as a fishing net.” And then when I started laughing at that, “hey, some fish like bright things”

“The jacket’s too big, but at least it doesn’t look as bad as the flowy-dress-shirt”

And then when we watched “Smoke and Mirrors” I commented that his prison jumpsuit fit him better and she just said “well, that’s because the outfit was picked for him. He had no say”

drowsy-shipper  asked:

For the kid meme, Smiley Bone (from the Jeff Smith's Bone) x Wander (Wander Over Yonder)?

wow i forgot all about the BONE series! this ship is cute!!

Name: probably something cute and silly like Fluffers 
Gender: male
General appearance: 

the orange fluff isn’t a jacket it’s just part of his body

Personality: he’s really shy but super fun to be around 
Special Talents: he’s learning how to play the guitar 
Who they like better: dONt mAK e Him CHoOSe
Who they take after more: probably wander
Personal headcanon: I’ll let you decide this one