His smile when you two make silly faces and he realizes you’re filming him.
Your holding your phone up, making the ugliest double chin you could produce and saw Yugyeom smiling at you brightly, before you flipped the camera, so it would focus on him.
“Is it a video?”
His face when he gets a little jealous.
He was just about to say something, when one of his hyungs said something about you, which didn’t appeal to him very much.
“Did you see Y/N today?”
“Yeah, she looked great. Especially with that skirt.”
When you to have your own inside jokes, but the hyungs are around.
You two are always fooling around and have a bunch of dumb inside jokes you guys made up or are based on funny past experiences you had together. Some of them more embarrassing then others. When something reminded you of one of your jokes, you would sneakily cast knowing glances at each other, so the other memebers won’t follow.
When he invites you to one of the award shows and you sit with GOT7.
Someone is currently performing, but still you have Yugyeoms undivided attention for the evening, poking your cheeks playfully, dancing to the music or just commenting on the perfomances.
God forbid that there is a day without yoiu guys snapchatting. Your flamestreaks are at an ultimate highscore.
“What are you up to?”
“Come play with me.”
Low-key skinship and teasing in public.
Yugyeom isshy and sweet, but will eventually fade and as soon as he gets more comfortable he is a sneaky little piece of shit. He will put is hands in your back pocket and rest it there, occasionally giving your ass a smack or squeeze.
Or because of the hight difference, he would throw an arm over your shoulder and gently let it graze over your chest from time to time, maybe some sqeezing.
“Yugyeom, what are you doing?”
Phone calls all the time, especially when he’s on tour.
He would make sure to call as often as possible and ask about your wellbeing.
i’ve had a couple screwdrivers and i want to talk about colors for a sec. so, a tip from your mom.
the tip: don’t use black and white for your shading and highlighting.
(pls forgive the quick doodle for the purpose of an example) one of these is clearly softer and more vibrant. it can play up your palette choices, even if they’re not that exciting by themselves- but pink or brown shading makes everything look really nice.
how bout this one?
black and white values for your art won’t completely ruin it. but there’s way more you can be doing with it. low opacity black to shade an art piece is a lil bit boring. it doesn’t make any of your colors stand out, it doesn’t take much creativity on your part. won’t stretch the muscles.
HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ever use black as shading. but to work it at its best, you have to actually use black. the purpose?
contrast! it’s great for drama. black shading is used for sharp graphic styles- you’ve seen it in a lot of comics before. it commands attention for a serious situation. imo, black should be used as its full self, or not at all. low opacity black just looks gross and boring. it’s way more fun to use other colors, i promise!
theme: namjoon is working on his music in the studio and he is stressed out so you help him relax
requested by: bts-is-love-exo-is-life
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‘When are you coming home?’
’I don’t know baby, I’m still at the studio. I’ll text you when I head back home.’
You sighed, putting your phone down on the couch next to you. This was starting to get really annoying.
Namjoon was constantly at the studio, and yes you knew it was his job, he had to be there, he had to work.
But you started to feel like you were not as important anymore.
though he showered you with kisses almost every time he saw you, stayed
with you up late when he had to get up early, you weren’t being
intimate as much as before. (Idk im not good at English)
You were selfish, you wanted him all the time and you were not denying it.
Sometimes you even felt like your neediness started to annoy him so you
were scared that he was going to drift away because of that.
you’d keep texting him and calling him, which was probably not a good
idea, but tonight you decided to try leave him alone.
After what seemed like hours, when it was actually half an hour you texted him again.
’Namjoon, I need you. When are you done with work?’
He didn’t reply. So you waited a bit- until you texted again.
‘I wish you were here..’
You were disgusted by yourself and by your selfishness. Couldn’t you just drop it?
No, because you were a needy, annoying bitch.
You kept texting him.
Again, no reply.
Now you decided to call.
You honestly expected him not to answer but instead, he picked up immediately.
“Namjo-“you started purring.
Can you stop already? You texted me a million times asking when I’ll be
home, I don’t know! I’m working! I do this for a living (Y/N) and I
can’t always be there when you feel like it! I’m trying hard to balance
our relationship with work! So stop being so needy goddammit!“
And then he hung up.
He hung up on you.
And he yelled at you.
Namjoon never did that. He was never this mad at you.
Your hands were shaking and you didn’t know what to do next. You had a scary feeling you were not gonna see him tonight at all.
hated yourself for this. How could you be like that when you knew about
everything that he said? You knew how hard he tried and you still
wanted more. You could not stop yourself. Ever.
Not even now.
So you put on your shoes and took your car keys.
Opening the door without knocking you stepped into the studio quietly trying not to catch his attention.
You could see him sitting by the computer, papers scattered all around the table, his back turned to you.
He seemed really stressed.
He was messing with his hair, sighing, shaking his head no while listening to the beat through his headphones.
His foot was tapping on the floor and his hand was scratching on the table lightly.
You decided not to call for him.
So you just stepped forward and touched his shoulder gently.
He turned around quickly, not knowing what was happening, but when he saw who it was his face changed.
Sighing, he took his headphones off and raised an eyebrow at you.
”(Y/N), what the hell are you doing here right now?“
He turned around in his chair completely, now facing you.
You stepped back, not knowing what to say exactly.
His gaze was confusing you. Making you stutter.
He still held his eyebrow up, waiting for an answer.
You felt small under that look he was giving you. The feeling was not pleasant at all.
“I just wanted to say sorry-”
“And you couldn’t do that over text?“he snapped at you.
didn’t know what to say to that. Actually you weren’t planning what to
say at all. You just drove all the way to the studio to see Namjoon.
And you had no idea what to do now.
Seeing as you were at the loss of words he sighed.
”(Y/N) I’m sorry I yelled at you but I meant what I said. I really need
to work. I need to finish this and you are not helping. I’m very
stressed and you’re making me feel worse.“
Seeing the look on my face he continued. “I’m sorry but I had to tell you. It is what it is.”
You were hurt by his words even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. You deserved it.
But still you couldn’t take it.
Sucking it up, you nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheeks.
You were looking down at the floor and you could still feel his gaze on you.
“Is it okay…if I stay here? I-I won’t bother you I just… I miss you all the time and-”
You stopped after seeing him close his eyes and put his index finger on his temple.
You bit your lip, waiting for his answer.
sure.. You can sit there on the couch and do..whatever."he said
motioning with his hand towards the black couch behind you and then
turned back to his work, ignoring you again.
And seeing there was nothing else you could do you obeyed and you took a seat.
passed slowly and the only sounds in the room were your breathing along
with the faint sounds of the music coming from Namjoon’s headphones.
Namjoon working hard, the way he was running his long fingers through
his hair, the way he bit his lip occasionally was making you really
Because you and Namjoon haven’t been doing it for weeks now. That was one of the reasons you were acting this way.
Having nothing to do you started tapping your foot on the floor loudly, but Namjoon couldn’t hear it.
You started to groan out of boredom but he didn’t notice that either.
You rolled on the couch, sang, even got up and walked around the studio a few times. But he didn’t notice any of that.
to the couch behind him, feeling defeated (because you were obviously
trying to get some attention from him) you flopped down.
But then you got an idea.
There was a high chance it was going to annoy him, but it was worth a try.
Smirking like a little devil you are you took out your phone, posed and took a selfie.
Checking if it was seductive enough, you sent it to him waiting for his reaction.
second later, his phone buzzed and you squealed quietly, waiting for
his reaction. You’ve always wondered how boys react when you send them a
He reached for his phone and sighing he unlocked it.
You could see yourself on his screen for a second, and then he put the phone down.
He didn’t even look at it more than a second! What the hell?
to get his attention, you took a few more, all featuring the same pose,
the same face expression, with a little change of hair or maybe lip
He just ignored them all.
Time for a bolder move.
Taking your phone again you laid down on the couch, letting your hair
scatter around your head and your cleavage expose a bit, you took a pic
featuring only your lips and tongue licking the top lip seductively with
a bit of cleavage.
You hit send.
The phone buzzed again, he sighed a bit more frustratingly and he unlocked the phone.
This time, he looked at the pic longer.
That meant you were slowly getting what you wanted.
’You seem really stressed. I could help you out maybe?’
As soon as he saw the text he put his phone down again, shaking his head.
noticed how he was tapping his foot even more now and you could even
see his head slightly turning towards the phone as if he was checking
for any new messages.
He was getting the point of the game.
You took a minute and didn’t send him anything for a while. And then when he least expected, his phone buzzed.
He was now staring at the screen, you laying on the couch, your lacy red bra exposed and tongue out again.
You were teasing and you were going slowly.
You heard him huff, he didn’t put his phone down this time at all.
Now he was openly waiting for more.
The next pic of you was without a bra, shirt up.
You threw the bra away, so it fell next to his feet and he noticed.
Looking down at it you could see him tensing up a bit, he let go of his pen and his hand slid down his pants.
You sent another bra-less pic but at a better angle. You were really enjoying this game.
You knew that the only thought in his mind now was ‘she is laying shirtless on the couch behind me’.
For one final strike, you slid your pants and panties down just a bit and you pit your hand in, as if you were rubbing yourself.
You took a pic showing your whole body laying down and as soon as his phone buzzed meaning that he got the text, you moaned.
And you knew he could hear it because you saw him turning off the music seconds ago.
After staring for quite a bit, you noticed his hand moving up and down in his pants, so you sent this.
’Daddy, I want to help you, please let me.’
felt excitement, you’ve never done something like this before. You were
literally a few feet away from him, almost naked, taking pics, teasing
His phone buzzed, he got the text. And as soon as he read it
he pulled his hand out of his pants, pulled his headphones down and
turned around in his chair facing you finally.
You were laying there on the couch half naked, looking him right in the eyes as he was taking in the sight in front of him.
You pulled your hand out of your pants and you grabbed your breast teasing him further.
"Take everything off."he suddenly demanded, his voice an octave deeper than usual.
You almost squealed from excitement as you started taking your clothes off quickly.
"No. Do it slow."he said lowly, biting his lip.
You obeyed, looking him in the eye, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free.
"Daddy…"you moaned, wanting to help him out.
He then instructed, "Touch yourself. But slow.”
You did as you were told, all the time, looking at him.
You could tell already that wasn’t going to let you cum. He does that when he is mad at you.
His eyes were a darker shade, he was biting his lips, letting out low grunts.
The sight was making you wanna go faster with your hands but you had to obey him.
You let out a small, shaky moan, earning one from him. You closed your eyes, immersed in your own pleasure.
And it would’ve been boring if it weren’t for the sounds of slapping skin and the low grunts he was letting out.
Because you were already used to touching yourself when he wasn’t
around. You knew that he knew that and he was now torturing you.
“Namjoon…"you moaned his name as you slowly built up to your high.
"Are you close baby?"he asked.
“Stop."he said suddenly. You knew this was going to happen. "Stop touching yourself.”
You did as you were told, feeling a bit annoyed, but you knew with him, it had to be like this so you didn’t complain.
He got up from his chair and stood there looking over your whole body licking his lips at the sight.
“Come here. You know what to do baby.”
Practically hopping up from the couch, you crawled over to him and kneeled down.
You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.
“Wrap those lips around me now."he ordered and you did.
licking up and down his shaft, and then kissing the tip, tasting the
precum you slowly took his massive length in your mouth completely. You
felt like gagging but you didn’t, you went even further, your lips
touching his lower stomach.
He groaned. "That’s it baby, hollow your cheeks.”
You moaned on his length, making him throw his head back in pleasure.
“That’s it. Do that again."he kept saying through moans.
sounds he was making were making you more horny than before and you
could help but let your hand wander down between your legs.
It didn’t take him long to notice that.
Smirking deviously he stopped you.
"Ah, no baby. Did I let you to do that? Hand on my thighs, now.” he ordered, growling lowly.
As you put your hands on his thighs, he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
He grabbed on your hair, smirking again.
“Open wide and stand still baby.”
Gulping you looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next.
“C'mon, open that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said, still smirking down at you.
As soon as you did, he pushed himself in forcefully making you gag.
“That’s it.” he grunted, gripping on you hair tightly. “You wanted to be a dirty whore. So now you are.”
He started pounding into your mouth, not letting you breathe.
You were gagging, and he was loving it.
He kept pounding, groaning loudly until he saw tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.
But he knew you were enjoying this nonetheless.
Stopping what he was doing, letting you catch some air he ordered you what to do next.
“Take it in your hand baby. I want to cum all over your face.”
You got excited again, feeling a stinging feeling in your lower stomach, you needed him inside you.
You started to jerk him off, and in just a few moments you felt him twitch in your hand.
“Faster baby. I’m really close."he moaned loudly, biting his lip.
And just a moment later he shot his load all over your face letting out a groan of relief.
"Ahhh, baby you did good.”
You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.
He started to put his pants back on.
You were confused.
“What about me daddy?"you asked, biting your lip and then licking the cum off your fingers.
His face got serious all over again.
"Put your clothes on and go home. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get home. Or your punishment will be even worse.”
You got up on your feel, kind of defeated, you wanted him to pleasure you as well.
“Hey.” he said suddenly.
You looked up and he pulled your naked body to him kissing you hard.
He groped on your naked ass, pressing himself into you.
But before your hands could even find their way into his hair he pulled away.
“Go.” he growled, licking his lips. “I wont be long I promise.”
And you smiled. You were getting old Namjoon back.
A/N : hey i know you didn’t ask for the daddy kink and all, just wanted to spice it up a little bit, hope you liked it ;)
RFA + V & Saeran with as childhood friends with MC who grow up together then puberty hits and it gets messy as they slowly realize their feelings (highschool!AU; I enjoy going thru your blog btw!)
i am so glad you like my blog! it’s still a little messy, but it’s getting there!
ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ this is such an awesome request! i wrote this based off of the characters’ canon childhoods rather than what the characters would be like if the RFA was a high school organization, if that makes sense. i just felt like the canon childhoods would flow better with a childhood friend sort of thing. these headcanons turned out a lot longer than i had originally planned, so i hope that’s no problem… (￣▽￣*)ゞ enjoy!
yoosung is the posterboy for the “childhood friend” trope
you lived in the same neighborhood as him so you were always going to his house and vice versa throughout the years
yoosung had always been popular with The Ladies but high school really emphasized that
you were still the only girl he bothered to hang out
this proved to be a challenge for you, as you often became the victim of bullying and rumors
you both shared similar aspirations, such as going to sky university and an interest in animal health services
but as the time went on, you weren’t just giving him valentines as friendship tokens anymore
and the nights you spent at his house weren’t just sleepovers full of jokes and dreams
but you had no clue how express to someone you’d known your whole life that you wanted to be more than just childhood friends ヽ( `д´*)ノ
wELL that is until one night when you and yoosung were studying at his house after school for a big test the next day
you were really struggling with one biology problem so you just “heyyy yoosung did you get number 14 because i have no clue what they’re—”
“i heard some girls talking about you.”
“… yeah so number 14—”
“they were saying the most horrible things about you. all because i hang out with you and not them. all because i only accept your valentines and not theirs. that’s not fair.”
“it’s okay, yoosung. they can’t help it. a-after all, you’re really nice and handsome and—”
“i… i want to be able to protect you, MC.”
… WELL S H I T GO RIGHT ON AHEAD MY DUDE
and he did ♡(｡- ω -)
zen had a pretty nasty home life and was constantly spending his days at your house
sometimes he would legitimately run down the street to your house in tears because of his mother’s harsh words or because of a stranger’s VERY creepy comment
you would assure ur sobbing pal that he was cute but so much more than that!! (o´∀`o)
you two would re-enact movie scenes and musical numbers together all the time
zen and you were very close when you first started high school but he drifted from you when he ran away from home, got his own place, and worked several jobs
eventually he wasn’t showing up to school much at all anymore, despite all your worried texts
one day, you walked by a group of guys in the hall after school talking about a party they had attended over the weekend and how “that one guy hyun was out of control”
that could mean anything
you were aware of zen’s, uh, passion for alcohol and even some drugs you were pretty sure (the devil’s lettuce will always getcha)
zen never left for a party without a text from you that said “stay safe” so what could have possibly happened??
you immediately headed for zen’s place with a knot in your stomach and didn’t even knock before you barged in
you were hit with the stench of cigarettes and the sight of a tattered zen on a couch
“hyun! what on earth happened to you? where were you?”
he jumped up, rushed over to you, and practically collapsed into your arms
“j-just… heh, some finance issues. and a nasty hangover. nothing to worry about.”
“‘nothing to worry about’? zen, you’re HURT.”
you then proceeded to roast him and his dangerous lifestyle
“and smoking cigarettes? really? i don’t want to kiss someone whose breath is all smokey.”
“… you want to kiss me?”
“i-if that will knock some sense into that thick skull of yours!”
“you don’t have to tell me twice.”
jaehee did not have the easiest childhood in the world per se ╮(￣ω￣;)╭
but you two were inseparable and did everything together
you guys definitely got the soul sisters nomination in your middle school yearbook
… gal pals amirite (¬‿¬ )
you were the shining light jaehee had always needed and when high school rolled around that became extremely apparent
when her mother died, jaehee was destroyed and the move to her uncle’s residence took a huge toll on her
but it amazed you how she was able to maintain excellent grades and such a happy disposition when everything around her seemed to be going wrong
you guys hung out even more if that were even possible
one of your guys’ favorite things to do was find tiny hole-in-the-wall cafes and order a different item from the menu each time you went
nothing could beat the look on jaehee’s face when she smelled the blend of coffee and tea and pastries as she entered a cafe
the night before graduation, you and jaehee had a sleepover but couldn’t fall asleep since you were both so excited
it was around 2 am when jaehee spoke up out of nowhere
“MC, my life has changed so much. both of my parents are gone now. i’m about to go to an amazing university. but there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, one thing that’s stayed beside me for so, so long.”
she laughed that breathy laugh that you loved oH GOD you loved her laugh how long have you loved her laugh
“no, MC. you. and… i think i want you to be with me for the rest of my life.”
you and jumin were church kids ╰(▔∀▔)╯
both your parents and jumin’s parents were always joking about you two growing up and getting married one day, probably because you two were always playing house together (with a cat as the baby ofc)
but jumin stopped wanting to play house once his father divorced his mother and remarried
you watched as jumin would turn down any girls who asked him out in middle school out of his suspicion of them
you found it to be unfair but it’s not like it mattered who jumin did and didn’t like
jumin wasn’t the only kid in town being crushed on
you found your fair share of not-so-secret admirers in high school and it was anything but pleasant
a kind “i’m sorry, but i’m not interested” was never taken well by these people
you were constantly getting catcalled, harassed, and bullied by the ones who were supposed to be in love with you!!! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)
one day you complained to jumin about it and expressed how sometimes you were legitimately afraid of some of the people you had turned down
right as you finished talking about someone in particular, they passed by and whistled
you almost cried on the spot and jumin noticed
“th-that’s who i was talking about.”
“i could tell. you know, you can always hold my hand when he’s around. then he’ll think i’m your boyfriend.”
“but you’re not my boyfriend.”
“… well, i could be.”
i guess mystic messenger just has a thing for crappy childhoods
you and seven didn’t see each other often growing up
but you were the only one who could make him smile and give him some sort of hope
you two had a lot of classes together in high school but your shared astronomy class really stood out to the both of you
you slowly found yourself falling in love with the redhead in glasses who was always showing you things like distorted pictures of dogs with the caption “BORK”
seven was always “busy” whenever you wanted to come to his house and only came to your house for small periods of time before hurrying home
when you guys did hang out, it was mostly visiting a local car dealership and though it bored you more than any class you took it was low-key adorable to see seven’s face light up when he saw a sports car he really liked
you spent all of your breaks and lunches with him at school in the computer lab
it was kind of weird how all he did was practice coding and the occasional hack into the school website (this made for fantastic april fools’ day pranks)
seven had his moody days and his downright cheerful days but you were there with a smile no matter what kind of funk he was in
sometimes he would let something pretty ominous slip like “don’t get close to me” but you pushed his 3edgy5me comments aside
there was no confession moment between you and seven
one day you just started holding hands and then the next week you were kissing his cheek and he was lending you his sweaters and walking you home and then you were married JK JK JK
but you proved to seven that nothing about him could ever drive you away, no matter how dark and twisted he thought he was
you, jumin, and V were a squad to behold
but jumin found himself three-wheeling you and V as the years went on
V was always taking pictures and drawing, doing whatever he could to express his artistic influence, and you often joined him
V was not the most sociable guy so you were one of the few friends that bothered to interact with him and you never had to worry about someone trying to get with him
nOT THAT YOU WERE CONCERNED WITH THAT OR ANYTHING
you found yourself quite lucky to be able to witness a side of V that no one else but you were able to see
high school opened up new possibilities for V, including photography clubs and art composition classes
you often served as the model for various projects and pieces (≧◡≦)
it felt cool being best friends with the school’s most iconic Art Hoe
you guys could be found at the local underground cafe that had an open mic night and hosted slam poetry events on the second tuesday of every month at any given time
anyone could see that you and V had feelings for each other
but anyone could also see that you and V were completely oblivious to the fact (and completely oblivious to your own feelings for each other tbh)
V was photographing you one day when he mumbled out of nowhere and probably by accident, “you’re stunning.”
your jaw dropped open and right as that happened, he snapped a picture
“j-jihyun! you don’t really mean it.”
“i do, though. i’d tell you to look into modeling, but what would my photography be without you?”
you met saeran through his brother, and although you never directly interacted with him until your high school years
you would sneak your lunch leftovers through his house’s window on your way home from school almost every day
when his mother wasn’t there, you and saeran would quietly talk to each other and he would tell you about all of the horrors he experienced
yet he warned you not to tell anyone and especially to NEVER call the police (╯︵╰,)
it was late into your high school days when saeran was finally able to attend school thanks to “some blonde religious lady and her fiancé”
he was constantly upset at his brother for abandoning him and his mother for abusing him but you were able to soothe him most days
saeran was sick a lot due to his past and his weak immune system but you were always bringing him soup and a tub of ice cream to his new home
you helped saeran learn how to socialize and tutored him when he didn’t quite grasp a subject
“now, saeran. if you want to be friends with someone, what’s a good way to tell them—”
“i love you.”
“no, no, no! we talked about ‘i love you’ last week. you use it when you want to—”
“no, i mean i actually love you.”
“i… look, we need to focus on this—”
“do you want to go out for ice cream?”
you blushed harder than you ever had before but you were so hAPPY????
I hate myself for not being pretty enough
I hate myself for failing school.
I hate myself for being too annoying
I hate myself for being too boring
I hate myself because when I look in the mirror all I see is a mistake
I hate myself because no matter how hard I try
I'm not even good enough for myself.
a/n: i just really wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s been with me as i’ve written SS so far & all the gorgeous people who sent cute asks & beautiful compliments on the series. it really makes me so happy to see people enjoying my works. don’t fret my loves, this is nowhere near ending even though lots of things happen this chapter. expect a lot more to come, i love you all
fuck boi #1 [6:04
PM]: baby girl?
fuck boi #1 [6:04
PM]: where are you???
You hated yourself.
Thinking you had enough time between Kihyun’s last menacing
text and your little meet-up, you decided to relax with a few reruns of your
favorite show. To which you eventually dozed off watching and woke up to
several vibrations of your phone plastered against your cheek. Groggily waking
up to the sensations, you’re met with an all too bright phone screen buzzing to
life with a dozen notifications, all but one from Kihyun himself.
One small glance at the time had your eyes popping out of
your head and your heart dropping. It was a few minutes past 6, and here you
were still in what you wore to the laundromat. Launching immediately from your
spot on the couch, you don’t even think about responding to Kihyun’s texts;
choosing to rush and make yourself decent before you were far too late. Hastily
picking out a simple flowy dress that had a cut-out in the midline that you
thought was not only very pretty but also appropriate for a mall “date”.
PAIRINGS: Bucky Barnes x Reader WARNINGS: depression tw, death tw, anxiety tw, general sadness, eventual happiness tho LENGTH: 1,369 Words A/N: I won’t lie, this fic is depressing, but if you wait until the end it gets really sappy and cute. I NEVER end my fics with sadness. Also italics are flashback moments. Also it’s based off of Dodie’s song “Sick of Losing Soulmates”.
“Everyone this is Y/N, she was originally trained by Nat when she was still working in with the KGB.” said Steve, motioning to you.
For someone who had been trained since birth to be deadly, you weren’t the most intimidating person. Your time at the Red Room destroyed you from the inside out. Every connection you made was instantly broken.
After the siege on the Red Room by Natasha and a few other Avengers, Nat thought the best way for you to recover was staying with the Avengers. She managed to get this through Tony by explaining that you were the best spy in the Red Room that Nat had ever seen.
1. What was the first fish you ever owned?
2. What is your dream tank?
3. What is your favorite fish?
4. What was/is your most troublesome tank?
5. In your opinion, what is the best beginner fish?
6. What is your favorite fishblr blog?
7. Are there any fish that you dislike?
8. Planted tank or reef tank?
9. Favorite type of betta?
10. Favorite type of goldfish?
11. In your opinion, what fish should not be reccomended for beginners (but often is)?
12. Favorite species of shark?
13. What is the best brand/type of food?
14. Favorite invertebrate?
15. What would you do if you suddenly had an extra 200 gallon (757L) tank?
16. What would you do if you suddenly had an extra 10 gallon (37L) tank?
17. If you could remove any product from the shelves of a petstore (ex. Bettacube, ecosphere, fish bowls, etc.), what would it be and why?
18. Have you ever bred fish?
19. Gravel or sand?
20. Favorite non-fish animal?
21. Favorite fish fact?
22. What common myth about fish do you wish you could dispell? (Ex. Can live in bowls, 7 second memory, low maintenance, boring pet, throwaway pet, etc.)
23. Favorite type of filter? (Sponge, HOB, canister, etc.)
24. Do you start a siphon with a pump or with your mouth?
25. What do you think is the most beautiful fish?
26. What do you think is the most dangerous fish?
27. Best way to deal with an algae problem?
28. Natural or artificial decorations?
29. Saltwater, freshwater, or brackish?
30. How did you get into the aquarium hobby?
YET MORE DOODLES of Bucky and his PTSD service dog FUBAR because I fucking LOVE THIS HEADCANON LIKE IT IS HONESTLY MY FAVORITE HEADCANON I’VE EVER HAD AND I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
Top Left and Right: Sometimes Buck gets bored with his usual workout routine so he’ll do something fun and “low-impact” like one-armed pushups with his 260 lb service doggo on his back! FUBAR is fucking thrilled
Center Left: FUBAR accompanies Buck on a super cute date with Steve! Honestly one of my absolute favorite things about service dogs is their ability to blend into their surroundings, regardless of their size. (In lots of cases they’re always with their humans, so I bet it’s a super essential skill in service dogs. I’ve known people who have huge service dogs that just faded into the woodwork while maintaining constant vigilance! It’s really cool! They’re freaking incredible!)
Center Right: Bucky finally gets a new bionic arm and FUBAR familiarizes himself with it by SNOOFING
Bottom Left: Bucky sometimes has rough days where his head feels Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition and needs something to hold onto to ground him to remind him that he’s safe and doesn’t need to hurt anyone
Bottom Right: Grocery shopping! FUBAR GOES THROUGH A SHIT TON OF PUPPER FOOD OBVS
pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader, past matt donovan x reader
word count: 2462
a/n: not a request xx
You were tired.
That’s the excuse you had used, at least.
Tired and drunk.
You two had been talking for so long. His presence had filled you with a sense of content, his voice lulling you into warm sleepiness. You had no idea how many drinks he’d bought you. You knew it had surprised him, you initiating the kiss, and you’d like to say that you surprised yourself, but that wasn’t exactly the truth.