I drew this for a celebration Deviantart because the group Nanbaka-Fans got 400 members. But I had to draw something else ‘cause I forgot to draw the theme… it was for a contest… hehe… heh… he… h-
moment of silence for the missed opportunities in once more with feeling without cordelia, oz and faith
faith expecting herself to have some hardcore rock ballad if anything but it ends up being a slow, sad ballad about craving acceptance and validation and the whole time she’s trying to shut herself up through various techniques like holding her hands over her face and sticking her face underwater but she won’t stop fucking sINGING
cordelia is getting SO impatient waiting for her bursting-into-song moment that she just starts singing everything without needing to. when she Finally gets her moment and the music starts swelling for her, she coughs, and realizes she’s lost her voice. fu ck.
oz. my man oz. it doesn’t affect him but no one else seems to notice?? and every time there’s a group number when the camera focuses on him it just goes Dead Silent. no singing. every scene, every song– he just looks into the camera like he’s on the office.
Summary: You and your friends have had this camping trip forever, and you and Jimin have been best friends for even longer than that. Every year you look forward to the trip as a time to spend time with your friends, but this year Jimin’s dick had to fuck everything up. Also his butt.
Word Count: 6.3k
Genre: Smut, Comedy/Fluff-ish
A/N: I’ve had this planned for a while, then an anon requested the first BFF!Jimin drabble and I cackled because y’all had know idea what was in store. Also has nothing to do with the musical Into the Woods.
You and your friends have had this camping trip forever, and you and Jimin have been best friends for even longer than that. Every year you look forward to the trip as a time to spend time with your friends, but this year Jimin’s dick had to fuck everything up.
“Good morning!” Hoseok shoots you his bright sun-like smile as you settle into the seat across from him at the picnic table. However, his smile is too bright for you at this time of day, especially considering you didn’t have the best night’s sleep. You can only answer him with a zombie-like groan.
“Did you sleep alright, Y/N?” Amber calls from where she’s helping Jin prepare breakfast. You open your mouth to answer that no you did not sleep alright because of the idiot you call your best friend, but a rustling from the tents interrupts you. As Jimin stumbles out flustered from your shared tent, Amber’s expression changes, immediately understanding.
“Oh, had a busy night?” She asks with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. Okay, maybe immediately misunderstanding.
This is a story from my childhood that occasionally crosses my mind and I have no rational explanation for. When I was about 7 and my brother was 5, we lived in a little condo. The way the house was laid out was essentially a large kitchen/dining room in the first floor and a hallway of bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor. The stairs were in plain sight of the kitchen. One night, at about 8 or 9 o clock, I was in the kitchen with my family, including my little brother. Everyone in my family was there, and there was no one else living in the house, I suddenly got an extremely uneasy feeling and went to go upstairs to my room. As I passed the house’s one bathroom, I felt a creepy feeling like someone was watching me. I instantly turned around and went back downstairs. I stayed in the kitchen with my family for a little while and brushed off the weird feeling I had experienced upstairs. All of a sudden I heard running water, like someone was filling a bathtub. I asked my mom if she heard the water running and she said she couldn’t. I excused myself yet again and went to the bathroom, but there was no running water. The sound had also stopped. Freaked out, I went back to the kitchen yet again. When I entered the room my brother turned to look at me. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but I got the most uncomfortable feeling from it. My mom noticed that I wasn’t acting like my usual self, so she sent me to bed. Walking past the bathroom for the third time, I felt a need to go inside. I walked over to the bathtub. It was filled with water and in it was my little brother, completely submerged in water and fully clothed. However, for some reason this wasn’t what bothered me. The thing that got to me was the fact that he was BREATHING. His entire body, including his face, was completely underwater, however I could see his chest rising and falling under the water, could see his stomach expanding with air. I stared at him in shock for about 5 minutes, him just lying there, eyes closed under the water. And then, I opened my mouth to scream and he gave me this tiny, extremely creepy, close mouthed-smile. I ran back downstairs and into the kitchen, where my family, along with my completely dry brother, was still sitting. My parents didn’t notice me walk into the room, but my brother turned around and gave me the exact same smile the thing in the bathtub had given me. When I finally convinced myself to go back to the bathroom and check up on things, the bathtub was completely drained and there was no trace of anyone in the bathroom, except for fog on the mirror. When I looked closer, there was a small “#2” written in the steamed-up glass.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 8/10 Well damn, I had no idea where this was going. Super spooky thanks for sharing the scares!
“I’m not getting in.” I crossed my arms, looking away from a half naked Jeremy. It was almost a half hour past midnight and I would’ve fallen back asleep comfortably in my sweat and pathetic attempt at peace had he not knocked on my door and persuaded me to come downstairs and JUMP A FENCE to swim in the pool. I’m not some kind of saint but who wouldn’t rather be sleeping?
“Come on!” He whispered, his teeth chattering as he smiled widely. “It’s perfect.” He lolled his head back as I rubbed my hands over my face.
I felt the dew on the blades of grass under my feet and the mild wind blowing at me. The sky also wasn’t completely dark somehow. It was a dark shade of navy blue with stars and clouds and the occasional airplane making it’s way through, so far away.
I couldn’t imagine my life without Jeremy now. It felt like he was always there even if he just showed up out of the blue three years prior and forced his way into the best friend gap in my heart.
He understood me and I figured I might as well be his slave forever because he helped me so much and my other friends still believed he was a bad person for almost choking me to death that ONE time.
“Helloooo?” Jeremy said, his arms wading in the water, the moons reflection in the ripples.
“What did you say?” I asked, clearing my throat. I could see the beads of water on his shoulders, some of his hair in his eyes.
“I said please like fifteen times.” He said. I sighed, taking off my shirt.
I would be at work the day after, probably with baggy eyes and more caffeine than usual but there would be something more to have in my diary and our memories.
“Oh-hohoho! Now we’re talking.” Jeremy lowered his face further underwater, his nose barely above the surface.
I swam to him, his hand already extended for me. I kicked my legs to stay afloat as our fingers entwined.
“I was having a dream,” he said. Our eyes met and my breath got caught in my throat. “You were in it, it felt so vivid, I woke up and I had to see you.” He said, his lips so close to the water that he blubbered at times.
“Simply riveting.” I put my hand on his freckled shoulder and he smiled, rolling his eyes.
“You’re such a jerk!” He splashed water in my face, swimming away before I could react. I screamed, wiping my face and paddled closer so I could splash him back.
“Come back here, chump!” I giggled as I tried grabbing onto one of his limbs. I finally caught up to him in the shallow part of the pool and he was laughing at me.
Is he a damn Olympian, or what? I swam next to him, letting my pants become regular breaths. I looked at his face again, a drop of water falling off his nose as he glanced back at me.
“What was your dream about, Jeremy?” I grabbed his hand again. The pads of his fingers were pruned and I laughed.
He started to lean in and I almost gasped. Before I knew it our lips were touching and my mouth fell open as his lips traced mine. My hand traveled up out of the water, holding onto his arm.
He shuffled closer to me, pressing me against the concrete side of the pool, his body molding a great match into mine.
“Jer.” I watched the sky hazily with half lidded eyes as he moved warm kisses down the side of my neck.
“I apologize.” He whispered, his face too near and dear for me to catch a breath. “But my dream was about you… just like this.” He started, his hands reaching behind my back so that he could unclasp my bra. His mouth dipped down as his hands traveled to my ass. My eyes fluttered as he lifted me up so that he could envelope one of my nipples in his mouth, pressing his tongue against me.
My eyes flickered awake when I felt his bulge shift against me. I swallowed.
“Was this in your dream?” I whispered, boldly snaking my hand into his boxers and grabbing his dick. He groaned, pulling his mouth away from me. “Do we dare have sex in this very pool?” I asked.
“I don’t see why not.” He replied, his voice deeper. I grabbed onto the wall as he pulled my bottoms away from me, pulling my legs tickilishly towards him, a big geeky smile on his face.
I struggled with his shorts underwater, frowning at the strings tying it together. “What, did you square knot this or something, boy scout?” I pulled at the strings in frustration.
“Relax, sweetheart.” He stifled a laugh, reaching down to do it himself. “I knew your bird brains would catch up soon.” He joked, naked before me then.
He hid his nose in my neck as he held me carefully against the wall, pushing in me, his hand guiding himself in. My breath stopped and I tried looking in between our warm bodies.
“Perfect.” I muttered, my eyes falling closed as I let out a choked moan. It was perfect, although he was quite sizeable in a way that definitely made the experience a little painful.
He let out sighs as he pulled me toward him easily, eyebrows clenched in concentration. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my pants going straight into his ear.
I almost screamed as he hit a sensitive spot. I grasped his shoulders as he continued stroking the spot barely. I frowned, digging my nails in him as an orgasm built inside me.
I couldn’t breath and every few seconds an exasperated gasp would escape me for forgetting how to intake oxygen. I bucked my legs in the water, trying desperately to get off.
My stomach flared up in a frenzy and I melted, letting go and gushing as I let out a long moan in his ear. He grunted on my shoulder, my heaving chest pressed right against his.
I fell limp in his strong arms, my legs weakly wrapping around him.
“You get brownie points for that one, scout.” I muttered, leaning against his shoulder.
the prompt: could you pretty please write a continuation/spin off/sequel of the mermaid Moonbin AU?? If you WANT to make the sequel have a happy ending, I won’t complain~
category: angst + fluff
author note: you guys I had this planned before I put the first part up, no lie. I’ll do Eunwoo’s spin-off story eventually, although it’ll take awhile. Also I left this ending kinda open. I might do a part 3, but I knife like how this ends.
the entire second part was planned bc of this gif right here i wasn’t going to have one until i saw this gif
Butterfly: Honestly I shouldn’t even need to explain this but…it’s exhausting, your arms feel like noodles after 50m, you’re constantly hitting the lane line and/or other teammates with your arms, and if you want to take more breaths you have to take more strokes.
Backstroke: First of all, you always get water up your nose. How, you ask? This is the stroke where your face isn’t even underwater, so that’s impossible! Wrong! All the water splashing around you ends up in your face and it’s terrible. Also you can’t see in front of you so it’s easy to plow right into the lane line/the pool side/your teammates.
Breaststroke: Even though you’re swimming at a normal pace it feels like you’re going soooo slow. If you’re out of practice the motions also feel really unnatural sometimes. And circular leg strokes = kicking your teammates.
Freestyle: Pressure to be fast because it’s the easiest stroke. Plus, you get to breathe the least of all four because you can’t (well you can but you’re not supposed to because it’s slow) breathe each stroke.
So, I was watching Chris Kendall’s (Crabstickz) video “Hot boys swimming!” and I was like wow I would really love going swimming with them but you know I would also really like to make out with Dan in a pool/jacuzzi.
Side note: I have a thing for 2012 Dan, so this actually takes place during PJ, Chris, Phil, and Dan’s trip to Italy.
Here’s the link to Chris’s cute video if you want to see: x
Dan Howell x Reader
You first saw him at the hotel. He was eating breakfast with three other guys, who were all incredibly cute. You made your family sit at the table behind theirs just because you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Once you sat down, you noticed his eyes dart up to yours before you looked away, acting like you didn’t notice. You made a silent promise to stop staring before he got creeped out, but then you realized that he wouldn’t stop looking at you.
Why does he keep making quick glances towards me do I have something on my face is he freaked out am I really that unattractive or do I look good right now is he planning my murder dear God he’s so hot what’s happening
The second time you saw him he smiled at you, and your heart fluttered. You were walking back to your room when you passed him and his rowdy friends in the hotel entrance.
Then you saw him a third time at the outdoor swimming pool–where “Dan” kicked you in the face underwater. It was an accident of course, but he felt horrible. And it didn’t help that your nose bled like crazy, either. The tanned boy ran to get you a first aid kit and almost fell on his face in the process. He was so kind to you; he sat with you while your pain subsided. He introduced himself and his friends, Phil, PJ, and Chris. Dan was hilarious, not to mention extremely attractive. You two got along really well–maybe a little too well. Before you knew it, you had already snuck out of your family’s hotel room to see Dan again, and now you’re furiously making out in the hotel’s jacuzzi at 1:00 AM.
Your wet hands grip Dan’s hair as his mouth sucks on your bottom lip. Christ, his mouth. His lips are too perfect it makes you want to scream. As soon as you saw them you could tell he was a good kisser. He pulls away for a moment, and you let out a disappointed whine at the loss of his perfect kisses.
“Y/N, I just want to say that I really don’t usually do things like this,” he says, slightly out of breath. You look into his eyes and whisper, “…Yeah, me neither.” Barely a second passes before you attack his lips again and he moans quietly. You’re only half-sitting on his lap, but Dan changes that in a second by gripping your waist and pulling you on top of him. He grabs your thighs to push you closer to his body, and you can’t resist rolling your crotch against his. Your name falls off Dan’s lips multiple times in between kisses. You gather from the sound of his voice that he liked that, so you do it again, and again, and again.
Your hands feel up his smooth, bare chest while he attaches his lips to your collarbones. With all your moaning, he finds your weak spot within seconds. You never want him to stop; all you want is to be stuck in this moment forever–sitting on Dan’s thighs in hot water with his wet lips brushing your neck, your hands in his now thick, curly hair, and his glorious low moans flooding your ears.
God damn, this boy will be the death of me.
Your bikini-covered crotch continues to grind slowly on Dan’s lap, and you can feel him, rock-hard, underneath his swim shorts.
“You like that, Dan?” You say in a low whisper, sucking gently on his earlobe. He grunts in response, then moves his hands from your waist up to your bikini top. His fingers hover hesitantly over your breasts until you grasp his wrists to bring him closer, giving him permission to touch you. As soon as he has his hands on you he squeezes them playfully. You let out a small yelp, and Dan smirks at your reaction. He leaves a trail of kisses and licks down to the valley between your breasts as he continues to massage them with his large hands. You throw your head back in pleasure and pant his name. Fuck. Why is he so perfect?
There’s pressure building in your core, and you need to relieve it. You can tell Dan feels the same because his kisses are getting sloppier, but his hips are moving harder against yours. He lifts his head from your breasts to look at you, his hand tucking back a wet strand of hair from your face. Both of you try to conceal your moans, and Dan gives you one last passionate kiss before you hear a familiar boy’s voice above you.
“Shit,” Dan swears and looks up the side of the hotel building to see Chris leaning over the balcony connected to the boys’ room.
“Found him!” He calls into the room, and Phil and PJ come running out.
“Fuck off, mate!” Dan yells, but you just laugh and hide your face in feigned shame. Dan uncovers your face and pecks you on your cheek before apologising.
“It’s okay, Dan. This just gives us an excuse to see each other again, right?” He grins and strokes your cheek with his thumb.
The End <3
I know it was a short one, but I guess it was more of an “imagine” idk. I didn’t want to do full on smut or anything, just something short and sweet and kinda funny, you know? Thanks for reading!
P.S. I may or may not write a whole story about Dan and a female character in Italy with PJ, Phil, and Chris. I kind of started one, but we’ll see…message me if you’d be interested! I’ve never done something like that before. :)
Can you do a Pan imagine based on the story beauty and the beast? Can you do it like she is replacing Henry (like how Belle replaces her dad). Pan and the reader hate each other at first, but then one day she try’s to run away but something bad happens to her, so Peter comes and saves her but he gets a little hurt during the process, so she takes care of it and then they start being nice to each other, and they soon fall in love? Love your work by the way!! 😘😘😘😘
Hi, I’m the person who asked for the Beauty and the beast imagine, and I wanted to say something to add on to the story… So remember how I said that the reader tries to run away but she gets in this short of trouble, I was thinking like the “short of trouble” can be like how the story used wolves, so I also thought of you using wolves. But then I had another idea where instead of wolves it can be mermaids? (and I’m sorry if I already said something like that, I forget a lot)… 😅
Notes: I AM SO EXCITED AND READY FOR THE LIVE ACTION BEAUTY AND THE BEAST OMG
Everything happened so fast. It was a blur to you almost. The screaming, the arguing. The cackle and sarcasm. The sass, the evil, the bad. There was no good. No good at all.
“I’ll take Henry's place.” You had said amidst all the commotion. That got everyone to silence. “Henry’s just a boy. He still has a life to live. Take me instead.”
“Don’t be daft, Y/N. We’re not leaving anyone behind,” Regina furrowed her brows at you, but you had shaken your head.
“No more arguing. I’ll replace Henry, and he will live. I’ll be okay. I promise.”
Arguing did happen. But when Peter smirked and shoved Henry back to Emma and Regina, it went quiet again. He pulled you back so you were in his clutches. He agreed to trade. And after more convincing, the people of Storybrooke left. They knew Peter wasn’t going to give you back. They also knew you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Henry.
So now you lived on Neverland. You slept in the cages, and if you caused any trouble, you’d be in the cages during the day. The only time you were allowed out of them was if Peter or a Lost Boy was with you. You weren’t allowed to be by yourself unless changing, using the restroom, or bathing. But even then, someone was close-by to make sure you didn’t try to make a run for it.
You hated it. You hated it all. You no longer had freedom. You hated Peter and you hated his Lost Boys. You hated everything. But you always reminded yourself that this was so Henry could stay safe.
You breathed hard as you ran. You were getting off the island. As you were changing, instead of putting on the usual summer dress, you stole a pair of Peter’s clothes. They were baggy and big on you, but you made it work. You grabbed some twine to hold his pants up on your body, and you tucked in the shirt so it wouldn’t get caught as easily. You put on your regular shoes, which was old Converse.
Though you stopped. Something caught your eye. A beautiful and perfect red rose. There was only one. It was full and healthy, looking perfect. It was big and beautiful. You’d never seen anything like it. You were so captivated by it that you never took the chance to realize that it was out of place. It wasn’t in the forest, it was blooming out from the sand. Right where the water started at a particular lagoon.
You walked up to it, reaching out. This rose couldn’t be real. Nothing could ever be so perfect. “Look at you…” you whispered to yourself, trying to capture your breath.
“So elegant…” you said in total awe. You couldn’t think of anything else. The beauty of this flower drew you in, and you had no idea of it. You forgot what your mission was, forgot that people were after you, forgot that you hated this place.
Things happened in a blur. It was so fast, so sudden, you didn’t have time to react at all. Something wet grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. They pulled you in the water. You screamed, but it got choked from water entering your mouth. You inhaled, taking in water. You struggled as you couldn’t cough since your face was underwater. But you squirmed and wiggled out of whoever’s grasp and swam up to the surface. You chocked and gasped for air, coughing up water. You choked and choked, feeling as if you’d throw up the salty water.
“Pan!” You shouted. “Peter, hel–” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you were dragged back down again. Then it hit you.
Mermaids were dragging you down to the bottom of this lagoon. They were going to drown you. You fell under their trap, and now you were paying the cost. You kicked and flailed your limbs as best as you could under the water. There were at least three of them trying to hold you down. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold your breath much longer.
But then a new pair of hand grabbed you. The mermaids hissed and screamed their deadly siren. They scratched and clawed at whoever had you now. Your eyes were shut as you were losing consciousness. Though once you felt the crisp air hit your skin, you coughed. You coughed once and that was it.
You could feel your body being rested on the lukewarm sand. “Come on!” A voice said. “Wake up–argh.” The person was hurt. Though it was Peter. Peter saved you? And he was hurt? No, this was Peter Pan. Peter Pan heals instantly after getting injured.
“Y/N, I need you to wake up, so wake up!” He said, his face close to yours, as you could feel his breath. Then you started coughing again. You coughed more than once, water coming up. Your eyes snapped open as you turned so you could let the water fall onto the ground next to you. You gasped for air desperately, tears brimming your eyes from the harsh coughing.
“Oh my God, what the hell?” You said once you caught your breath. You turned to Peter. He had nasty nail marks from the mermaids on multiple areas. A few on his arms, two red lines on his cheek, and one on his side where his shirt was torn.
“What in God’s name are you doing in my clothes! How dare you try to steal something from me, and then try to run away!” Peter scolded you, fire in his voice.
“Peter, you’re hurt.”Was all you could muster up to say. “Why aren’t you healing like you usually do?”
You were actually concerned. You weren’t evil or mean like Peter. And you may have hated his guts, but he was hurt. That worried you.
Peter sighed. “The mermaids hold a poison in their nails that my magic can’t heal.”
Your eyes went wide. You moved a little too quickly, losing your balance a bit. Peter steadied you, but you looked at him. Concern washed all over you. You inspected his wounds more closely, seeing that on the outline of the torn skin was a glittering blue. It was faint, and you had to be paying very close attention to it, but it was there. That was the poison from the mermaids’ nails.
“Peter, you need help. It’s going to get infected if that poison settles in, and you could die.” You panicked a little, but tried your best to stay as calm as possible.
“I’m going to be–ah, Christ,” he hissed as his wounds began to sting a little more.
“Peter,” you said more seriously.
“Fine, fine!” He whined. He swirled his hand, making supplied appear beside you.
Both you and Peter were dripping wet. The salt water was stinging Peter’s injuries, making him feel worse. Though he tried his best not to let it show. The faint blue on the outer wounds was dimming, meaning it was seeping inside his body.
You cleaned the few scratches on his arms. There was a special kind of glass bottle that read Mermaid Cin. That must’ve been the medicine to cure the poison. You weren’t sure, but you dabbed it on his arms with a rag. He hissed, but was fine nonetheless.
“Lay down on your side. I need to get that one,” you looked at the worst one. It was on his side, and it was the deepest one. His blood stained the torn pieces of his tunic, more blue surrounding the slice.
“Ow! Watch it!” Peter squirmed and whined and hissed.
“Shut up, Peter,” you snapped. “This is what happens when you mess with mermaids.”
“No, this is what happens when you try to escape, and fall for a stupid mermaid trap!” He retorted.
“You’re impossible! If you didn’t keep me so cooped up, then maybe I wouldn’t have ran off! Now sit still or I’ll make sure this hurts a lot more than necessary.”
He glared at you, but you ignored him. You dabbed the rag soaked in Mermaid Cin on his side. He seethed and whimpered, and grounded down on his teeth. You looked at it afterwards, seeing that the blue was no longer visible. His wound started to slowly heal up with his magic.
“See? Not so bad. Now sit up. I need to take care of the two on your cheek.”
Peter did as told. You scooted closer to him, checking his cheek. Not as much blue poison, but it was there. You got closer to Peter, face-to-face with him. You turned his head so you could see his cheek. He grumbled at your touch, hating that he needed to be taken care of.
“I don’t understand why you care so much,” he muttered.
“Because I’m a worrier, Peter.”
“And you keep calling me Peter! When did that become a thing?” He was so grumpy.
You dabbed the cloth on his cheek, and he did the same whimpering. You rolled your eyes as you finished up. Hit cuts started to heal instantly, proving that you got all the poison.
“There,” you whispered. Peter turned his face towards you, not expecting you to still be so close. Both your eyes went wide. “And to answer your question… I don’t know. It kind of just keeps slipping.”
“I like it,” Peter said.
You didn’t know how to reply. You only stared at him, still so close. Your heart started to race, your breathing becoming shallow. You were nervous. Heat rose to your cheeks. Peter started to lean in, but you panicked and turned your head. You stood up.
“Let’s get back to camp.” You simply said, reaching for his hand. Peter nodded, not saying a word. He took your hand.
A couple days passed, and things changed. Peter was acting nicer to you. Way nicer. He was letting you sleep outside the cages and in your own personal room. It had a real bed, too. And the Lost Boys weren’t watching your every move. Peter was giving you more freedom.
But then… then one night. After you had just enjoyed wild dancing and eating with everyone, you went back to your personal tent. Inside was an elegant golden dress. It reminded you so much of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. It was your favorite fairytale, and Peter knew that. It was poofy and gold. It had ruffles, and was made of the best fabrics.
Try it on, and then come outside. I want to see -Peter
You smiled at the simple note he left in his neat handwriting. You put it on, and it was much easier than expected. Once on, you walked outside. All the Lost Boys were elsewhere, but Peter was standing right there. He was in a nice outfit, too. When he saw you, he walked right up to you. He grabbed your hands gently.