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surgeon!wonwoo

i suck balls at science and can’t remember anything at all from any of my classes but i think it’s one of the most interesting and unfathomable concepts in the world - and in my world, so does wonu so enJOY

  • wonwoo and his specs gave me this idea and it ki l l ed m e
  • so i knew i had to write a lil something abt it :-)
  • ok where do we start
  • remembered his mama camping out in the kitchen all the time and then heard the occasional “ah!” as she nipped her finger cutting some onions
  • and raced like usain freaking bolt to the medicine cabinet to reach the bandaids
  • and the look in her eyes when he quickly patched it onto her
  • it was just a bit of blood, but 4 year old!wonwoo was still hopped up on the high kitchen counter with one hand on his hip, the other wiping an imaginary sweat drop from his head, and gave a nice long “phew! you’re ok, ma! scared me there”
  • then proceeded to yell at her with his extremely not-deep-yet voice (om g can u imagine) for not being careful enough and interrupting his power ranger episode
  • but a few nipped fingers and a million thank-you smooches (“eW MOM gEt awAY i’m 4, i’m too old for kisses) later, jeon wonwoo decided to become a surgeon
  • bc how is it not cool to sew severed fingers back together???
  • so through elementary and junior high, he walked into science class everyday with a little hop in his step for his favourite subject and ready to learn about cells and mitochondrial functions and enigmas of the muscle and much more
  • until he discovered more than just sewing severed toes and ears back together
  • he remembered his 7th grade teacher talking about how the brain is the most powerful thing in the world, and just a simple nug to the head can send it all crashing down
  • he also went on to explain that the brain will never be a mystery solved, but those who try will never be short of acclaim
  • and since then, he delved into the world of neurology
  • by delved, i mean, dove the fuck into it, then drowned, then woke, then dove some more
  • through high school, he topped every single one of his bio classes and won every single science award in the school board
  • how????
  • HE’S A GENIUS
  • and also stays in on sunday afternoons to read his bio 4.6 textbook instead of sushi with friends
  • leading to best friend mingyu’s endless grumbling and whining that they never get to hang out anymore
  • meanwhile mingyu has his socks and sweaters and clothes all at wonwoo’s place; has a toothbrush there, buys food for his parents, uses the stove at wonwoo’s more than wonwoo does the pOINT IS HE BASICALLY LIVES WITH WONWOO
  • but everyone around wonwoo knows how much it means to him to be able to make this work
  • he marvels about science bc it’s a practicality but finds beauty in its enigma and endless endeavours of research and study
  • (jeon wonwoo is basically a nerd)
  • (but a hot one)
  • but yes, all his life, books, textbooks, textbooks, and books are all he’s known
  • so with all this accumulated knowledge he literally fucking powers through his undergrad and masters programs like.  .. … bruh
  • he then gets accepted into the second top med school in the country boY
  • and this was such an eye opening experience for him because as much as his undergrad and masters did for him with theoretical aspects of science, he finally got to do hands on experiments and witness clinical trials and watched a live!! open!! brain!! surgery!!
  • so finally he goes through his internship and residency for a few years at this amazing hospital in the heart of the city and has already become most renown neurosurgeon the hospital has seen in years despite his age
  • imagine little wonu in faded green scrubs, with a tiny notepad in his hand and occasionally pushing his glasses up his nose, as he scurries around with his resident trying to take notes during rounds
  • to this hot-ass, confident, head of neurosurgery surgeon that has nurses and residents (even interns and PATIENTS) slipping on their drool for him in his white coat and cerulean blue dress shirt, the top button left untouched (seungcheol had to slap his hand away multiple times during breakfast to keep him from trying to button it again)
  • but lbr he still trips over his laces bc he forgot to tie them before he left in the morning and buttons his dress shirt wrong under his white coat when coups doesn’t come in the morning to check up on his wardrobe choices for the day 
  • one time, accidentally brought mingyu’s grocery shopping list from his briefcase to the pharmacy rather than the prescription for ibruprofen for his patient jesus christ wonwoo
  • the point is, knowledge has always come easy for him, the other stuff have not 
  • ,,,,,,and then there’s u
  • oh boy
  • science is ur nemesis
  • ultimate. nemesis.
  • the first time you ever stepped foot into your science class in the sixth grade, every word that came out of ur teacher’s mouth, to you, was just a complete ,,,, , , ,what??
  • and ur not stupid (actually very completely opposite), ur brain just physically, literally, cannot comprehend the concept of science
  • even if it may be so extremely fascinating to u, chem!!! physics!!!! and bio!!! are allergic to sticking to ur brain so u just learn to avoid science at. all. costs.
  • remember when i said that jeon wonwoo was a classic genius and a social termite like he’s so shy and weird around new people that he just deflects it at all costs?
  • WELL NOT YOU
  • so u went into journalism bc instead of memorizing formulas and using every unit of area in ur brain, ur communication is ur best friend
  • through high school and university, you were the campus butterfly
  • you knew everyone and everyone knew you, and any event that needed an mc? a motivational speaker? a presenter? that’s you!
  • you and best friend soonyoung always do those stuff together and you fell in love with the art of communicating, articulating, and analyzing information, all the while keeping the listeners intrigued and focused the entire time
  • but unfortunately the years after ur undergrad trying to look for gigs with ur firm has been extremely unsuccessful and it was to the point where u didn’t know if u wanted to stop this or continue bc it was just too low of a demand
  • until one day!
  • u come into ur office and find a piece of paper on the bulletin board talking about the new neural clinical trial happening at this huge hospital near u, and they were looking for someone to cover it!
  • and at first u were like um kk clinic? try? what?
  • but .2 seconds later it hits you that thERE’S AN OPEN OPPORTUNITY
  • and u vow to plow through it as boring as it may be, bc it’s been just sitting there and people haven’t signed up probably cause medical cases are usually a failure and such a bore to talk abt
  • you need this
  • so u quickly apply with all the info you need to and two days later, you’re stepping foot into this huge hospital and escorted to the neuro ward to get things started
  • when u get to the floor ur led by nurse!jeonghan to the head surgeon on this case
  • i think y’all know where this ish is going 
  • and jeonghan begins asking u a few questions abt the case, trying to gauge where you are with the info, and its safe to say u have nada dirt on this
  • so he laughs and begins to explain
  • this was the first clinical trial this hospital has done in 14 years, and despite being a renown teaching and surgical hospital, it has never quite reached its potential on the research aspect 
  • so the new head of neuro, dr. jeON, has decided to go forth with the new clinical trial (an experiment where those with the sickness subjected to the study will volunteer to be apart of the research, using themselves as a way to find a cure) for huntington’s disease, an inherited brain disorder that slowly deteriorates one’s ability to move, speak, function, as brain cells being to die off
  • he’s already got you so hooked on the case that you begin to wonder why no one at ur firm did an extra bit of research in the first place to snatch this gig 
  • but ur glad anyway CAUSE ITS NOW URS
  • u probably looked so flabbergasted and numbly excited that jeonghan mistook it for ur cluelessness and nerves, so he goes
  • “dw, it’ll be fine! dr. jeon here will walk through everything with you anyway, and you’ll basically be with him for the entire course of this trial to document everything, so tomorrow, just immediately head up here”
  • and knocks on the door labeled “dr. jeon wonwoo, ph.d, m.d., head of neurosurgery”
  • and for the head of neuro, for someone taking forth in an idea that hasn’t been touched in over a dozen years in such a renown hospital, you did not expect the door to be opened by a 
  • beautiful
  • human being 
  • his glasses sat perfectly atop his face as his sharp yet kind eyes rested upon urs 
  • and his white coat and black dress shirt today and nice slim pants and a pair of $200 light brown dress shoes bOI
  • and when he opens the door and finds ur mouth agape and eyes shining with excitement he feels like a leap in his chest 
  • like who is this beautiful person 
  • and he scolds himself, no wonwoo stop this nOW 
  • and he doesn’t know if it’s bc he hasn’t been on a date in like forever or if it was simply u
  • answer: it was simply u 
  • but we’ll get to that 
  • and jeonghan notices the tension so begins giggling and retreating from the scene
  • so wonwoo clears his throat when it’s just the two of you left
  • introduces himself and you m e l t bc
  • his……..voice……………..
  • and you stutter ur name and in his head he’s like o h m g what a pretty name what do i do with myself
  • so you enter his office and its surprisingly extremely tidy and put together for someone that probably has to worry about so much in a day 
  • and begins to talk about the case with you 
  • and remember the cute and stuttery person that opened the door to see u like 2 minutes ago
  • GOODBYE
  • bc here’s jeon wonwoo talking about science and his eyes light up brighter than anything you’ve ever seen
  • he talks about huntington’s first to give you a bit of background as to what it is, and then delves right into his plan
  • his hands begin to move with his words and he smiles when he begins to talk about how no one has attempted this before and maybe this could make a difference in this hospital, his career, and even medical history!!
  • and he kinda noticed you blanking when he talked about the logistics of the science so he kinda laughs to himself, knowing that science might not be ur thing
  • but for some reason, ur ok with science if u have this man talking to u abt it 24/7 ;)))))))
  • and u take notes on this and he notices ur pretty handwriting so gathers up his GODDAMN COURAGE to ask u a simple question
  • “so you’re a journalist?”
  • and u begin to tell him that you loved being able to tlak about something that reflected on someone’s experiences and share them with the world, just liek this one 
  • and he smiles and thanks u, knowing that it must have been difficult to agree to a medical case 
  • u assure him its no problem, meanwhile swooning over his s m i l e
  • and it’s only been like 30 minutes but u’ve already developed a crush like wow 
  • so for the first week, your conversations are a wholesome mixture of science, stutters, facepalming when u say something cringey and accidentally, and hoping to make the other laugh 
  • in the second week, you begin to meet the patients coming in, taking each of their stories and details with huntington’s 
  • and for the first time, you see how wonwoo interacts with his patients
  • and that crush that you developed become sso much more - you have this whole new found respect for him as a doctor
  • with care and intent, he asks his patients abt their day before going right into details of the treatment, knowing that all these people are doing his career a favour and the least he can do before they risk their lives into this experiment is at least be their friend
  • and even 70 year old women that can barely move anymore still manage to blush at the sound of his voice 
  • u see the way he holds their hand when he’s explaining the process and the courteous nod of his head as they talk to him and u know this man is more than just a surgeon and that he’s just an amazing human 
  • by the third week, your conversations have now transitioned to telling each other what u did last night and what ur planning for dinner tonight 
  • and u know to bring him coffee every morning now
  • the first time u did it, he legit had STARS in his eyes bc o mg u r so cute 
  • and u guessed it right the first time, that he liked his coffee black with just a dash of sugar
  • GET THE METAPHOR
  • by the end of the month, the more you learn about him, the more you’re amazed
  • you guys become closer and share the passion of wanting to help ppl in some way
  • and ur relationship now has become a complete budding and teasing relationship and there’s literally never a dull moment with u 
  • ur fav thing to do together is to do acrostic poems
  • u also take bets on who’s sleeping with who in the hospital
  • he always wins 
  • “its not fair u OBVIOUSLY know more abt them than i do!!!”
  • “hey babe, dont hate the player, hate the game”
  • and then u have to keep ur knees from buckling bc bABE ? ?? ? ?
  • the nurses always comment on how you’ve brought him so far out of his shell and he never really used to talk to anyone besides his patients, but he’s been treating his residents to dinner, helping the nurses out with the paperwork, and it’s only been happening since u came
  • and u r like
  • . . ,,, ?? me?
  • and they’re like yes! do u not notice how red he turns everytime u walk into the room?
  • you soon learn his favourite colour is blue
  • his favourite band is my chemical romance 
  • im kiddin g 
  • his best friend is mingyu and he’s a chef 
  • you learn that he has a younger brother and his first ever splurge was buying him and his parents a cottage by the ocean
  • also that he never really eats at home and he barely ever gets to go home bc of the gruelling hours and so he tends to just eat in his office before he checks up on his patients during night rounds 
  • you also learn that he’s having a housewarming party for his new condo this saturday and was wondering if yoU’D LIKE TO COME ALONG???
  • by this point, your research was mainly complete and you were a third finished with ur piece on this
  • so ur like y know what? SURE
  • and u try ur fucking best not to blush, but as you leave for the night, jeon wonu does a HUGE happy dance in his office before realizing that his walls and doors are glass and peopLE CAN SEE U WONWOO GODDAMn
  • but he texts u his address with a smirky face 
  • “jeon wonwoo why are u sending me a text w a smirky face” 
  • “idk that was my attempt to be cool did it work” 
  • “no”
  • “oh”
  • so it was ur day off on the day of his party and u know wonwoo doesn’t really throw stuff like this cause he only has a “small” group of friends
  • “it’s only gonna be u and my small group of friends”
  • “how small”
  • “well i grew up with these guys, there are abt 13 of us”
  • “THIRTEEN ISN’T SMALL”
  • and usually you’d be fine bc u have no problem meeting ppl but like these are wonwoo’s brothers???
  • you wanna try so hard to impress these people bc–
  • wait wonu isn’t ur bf??? WYD
  • SNAP OUT OF IT 
  • so u slap urself and then take like four hours to find the right outfit and do ur hair nicely 
  • and u show up in ur fav outfit and look bomb asf yas 
  • and he opens the door after u knock
  • and
  • oh
  • my
  • lord
  • he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans 
  • jeon wonwoo
  • phd
  • md
  • head of neurosurgery 
  • in ripped jeans 
  • rip reader
  • and as u lose ur words, he also loses his and ur both just standing there clearly REALIZING THAT UR IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER PERSON AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE EVER WORN ANYTHING OTHER THAN PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING AND WOW? SO? NICE?
  • so he snaps out of it bc yes i’m hosting this party thts right, and brings u inside 
  • you hear a bunch of exclaiming and hushing from inside the rooms and a lot of limbs knocking into the walls as 13 human beings sprint from inside of the condo to mEET THE JOURNALIST THAT JEON WONWOO HASN’T SHUT UP ABOUT IN TWO MONTHS 
  • and they all rush out and ur a bit overwhelmed but introduce urself and then scan through all the faces
  • you notice nurse!jeonghan, head of pediatrics!chan, his best friend, mingyu, and–
  • wait
  • “KWON SOONYOUNG???????”
  • yes ur best friend from uni also happens to have grown up in the same neighbourhood as surgeon jeon and u cant believe ur luck
  • so hoshi jumps out from the herd of men and tackles you with a hug and u can’t believe this until wonwoo explained he didn’t tell them ur name bc they would go crazy stalker-bitch mode, hence why they were so excited to meet u today 
  • so the rest of the night was spent with everyone being completely loud and tipsy and pushing the two of u together in an attempt to be slick they’re not 
  • and u see the bond that all the boys have and how boisterous wonwoo is around them too and u feel so lucky and ur heart is so full to witness a group of people truly in love and as close with one another 
  • so by the end of the night, as they all leave, soonyoung stops u at the door before he goes and tells u how happy he is that after losing touch post-uni, u’ve managed to bump into each other today again
  • but he also hugs u and tells u that wonwoo hasn’t shut up abt u 
  • and that he hasn’t been in touch with his brothers in a rlly long time bc of stress and anticipation with this new project
  • and that although wonwoo doesn’t do this much, he can tell that he’s super comfortable around u and that he seems to glow when he talks abt u 
  • and ur like omg s o noyougn  st op po
  • so after he leaves, you stay behind to help clean up 
  • but you’ve also decided
  • to confess
  • bc ur project is almost over and the paper is almost finished and ur ok with leaving on this note, regardless of if he reciprocates the feelings or not 
  • u just had to tell him, it was in ur nature to 
  • and u almsot back out but at the door, just as ur about to leave 
  • you were gonna say it 
  • and then 
  • his lips are on urs and god they’re soft and ur eyes just close immediately and his two hands cup ur face, intensifying the kiss, holding u up and taking up ur space as if he owns it and wow, it does things to u 
  • after what feels like an eternity, you part and u look at him with his swollen lips and rosy cheeks and glistening eyes and u almost cried right then adn there
  • bc wow ur in love with jeon wonwoo and u can’t believe u haven’t even told him that 
  • “i’ve been waiting to do that for so long”
  • “idiot, i was gonna confess first”
  • shrugs “i guess i just beat u in everything then”
  • that gets a smack on the head
  • until he asks u to stay the night and he can drive u both to work in the morning tomorrow and u agree bc how can u say no and so u end up staying over and wearing his sweater to bed and he lies there in bed literally hyperventilating bc SWEATERS ARE HIS WEAKNESS LIKE WHAT
  • so u drive into work the next morning with ur hands intertwined and in the corner of ur eye as ur walking in, u see head of pediatrics!chan slap a fifty dollar bill into nurse!jeonghan’s hands
  • so the rest of that month is spent going through with each patient and stealing chaste kisses in the x-ray viewing rooms and getting teased by everyone in the hospital 
  • even the patients 
  • until by the third month, the trial hits its first roadblock 
  • patient 04 had died on the table just as jeon wonwoo was inserting the second tube, and as surprised as u are that this was the first malfunction with the trial, it hits u nonetheless
  • hearing the news, u drop everything and go to his office after the surgery
  • this was the first taste of adversity in ur relationship too and u were curious to see as to how you guys were going to deal with this, esp since ur work was integrated into ur personal life 
  • but u walk in and there he is 
  • eating a freaking popsicle 
  • jeon wonwoo’s patient just died on the table and he’s in here eating ice cream
  • and u didn’t know if u were confused? angry? horrified?
  • and u close the door behind u as u walk in and draw the blinds for the glass walls and windows 
  • and as u turn around from doing that, he chucks the popsicle into the bin, walks up to you slowly and drops his head onto ur shoulder
  • you freeze, unsure if he’s crying or not, but u hear steady breathing and his arms slowly creeping around u and ur sure he isn’t 
  • but u can tell that he’s exhausted and scared, even if no words are shared between the two of u 
  • so you both stand there for god knows how long, holding each other, breathing each other in, releasing all tension and heartache from the day without a single word, just the sound of heartbeats and breathing 
  • until finally he lifts his head, eyes droopy and a small smile on his face, arms still around you, when u cup his face and tell him that ur so damn proud of him 
  • everything is going to hit a roadblock at some point, and this was bound to happen. we entered this knowing that it was science; anything can happen. just hang in there, wonu, we can do it 
  • and that was the first time wonu said i love u out loud 
  • and for all the people that doubted he was going to ever get a girlfriend with his head stuck in so many textbooks, it was the head stuck in the textbook method that even got him here to meet u in the first place SO SUCK IT
  • and so by the time u finish ur paper and the trial is reaching its end, there was a mixture of patients that successfully responded to the trial and those that didn’t make it 
  • but ur paper gets high acclaim from hospitals across the province for its research and editorial skills
  • and wonwoo received the highest achievement award from the board for his endeavours with the trial 
  • and after many long and gruelling months filled with work and chaste kisses here and there
  • you finally have time to take a seat and take in everything 
  • and marvel at wonu as a surgeon and as a human
  • bc how in the damn world did u ever get so lucky with science??

this,, ,, ,, is so long but enjoy bc i love jeon wonwoo 

:)

5

MHA Hell- Part 1: Frame Redraws
-Part 2-

So like Matsu Hell, just  having fun with friends(bigger group then Matsu Hell). This one is my friend’s idea, so character picks were partially her choice. 
Just our OCs with the characters’ quirks:
Phineas as Bakugou
Sparks as Kaminari
Archer( Ayanaki’s OC) as Kirishima
Patch (HunterBahamut’s OC) as Midoriya
Vel (Psydoktor’s OC) as Tokoyami
I really had fun sketching these.

First image was from Chapter 107. I just REALLY like their expressions there.
Second image set is from the first opening of the anime. 
Third image is Tokoyami!Vel with his quirk’s power. More frilled pissed the darker it is. 

Okay okay okay

So I had an idea for this story right?

Like, we take the whole “girl discovers she’s a mermaid” trope but instead of it being just like “hey I’ve got mermaid powers cool keep it a secret!” She’s just like

“Wait.” It all starts making sense. Patches she confused for rashes or bruises or a skin condition were truly scales. “We’re mermaids?! How does this wor—come back here I have questions!” She’s pacing back and forth, trying to understand how, scientifically, mermaids are possible because magic is bullshit. Like, is it a gene? What kind of common ancestor even would that be? How does the anatomy of a mermaid even work? Reproduction? Waste removal? Two vastly different sets of breathing organs (lungs v. gills)? And she wants to be a marine biologist so this is her fucking area.

But that’s just the beginning. Imagine a society of mermaids who have been arguing for centuries on whether or not to disclose themselves to humans. On the one hand, an alliance might be beneficial to work out some safe lakes and parts of the ocean for mermaids to peacefully live in, but on the other hand: humans can be so destructive. They can hardly respect one another, how would they handle a brand new species? Would mermaids be considered people, given a representative in the United Nations? Would they be respectfully left alone? Would they contribute to understanding marine biomes? Guys like seriously maybe they could travel farther down in the ocean than humans could ever possibly dream and describe the creatures that live there.

And there could be a whole history with subcultures and literature and maybe it ties into human culture (I think it would be interesting if instead of tails they had fins on their legs so they would still be good swimmers while being able to dwell on land) and are there separate laws for different areas? Is it considered immoral for a mermaid to eat either fish or human?

I just. The semantics of mermaids.

Avengers x Reader: Storm

Originally posted by science

(Author’s Note: Heyo, Rainy here!  Just a little something I wanted to post in between requests.  I was feeling kind of lonely last night and came up with this idea just because.  Just some silly fluff to cheer you up if you need it!   Also, gif is not mine. Credit to original owner!)

   It was an ordinary day in Avengers Tower.  No villains.  No evil plots or schemes to sabotage.  It seemed that the crappy weather had taken care of that.  Gray clouds seemed to cover the entire city of New York, and what little patches of sky were visible were dark as well.  Raindrops covered the windows and tap-tapped on the roof.

   Steve and Bucky sat on either end of the leather couch in the hangout at the top floor of Avengers Tower.  You stretched out across them, head resting on Bucky’s lap and legs dangling across Steve’s.  Both soldiers watched rather boredly as you flipped through the TV channels, one arm draped across your forehead dramatically.  It was a miserable day, and what better way to be bored than with your friends?

   Footsteps echoed on the smooth floor, signaling Tony Stark’s entrance.  The eccentric billionaire donned a t-shirt and pair of ripped jeans instead of a suit, which meant he had been busy working in the garage on his Iron Man tech.  He paced over to the bar to pour himself a quick glass of water, most likely parched from his work.  He gulped the clear liquid down, pausing to stare at the three of you in between gulps.  You, Bucky, and Steve stared back at him until, finally, he set the glass down and spoke.  

   “Yeesh, what’s going on in here?  You all look miserable.”

   “Thanks. It’s really nice to see you too,” you quipped, giving him a look.  

   “Yeah, I could tell by your faces when I walked in the room.  They just lit up.”  His retort earned a snort from each of you, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, sparing a glance out the window.  “Weather’s got you down?”

   “I had plans to go out for a jog,” Steve explained, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

   “And I wanted to visit the store.  We’re out of plums,” Bucky grumbled, arms folded.

   “Not to mention I was going to head down to Central Park for a relaxing afternoon out,” you added.  “Basically, the rain messed up all our plans.”

   “So we’re just here being bored together,” Bucky finished, eyes fixed on the TV screen which had gone static.

   Tony rolled his eyes unsympathetically, walking to stand in front of the TV screen.  “Okay, first of all, Steve, there is a very expensive workout room that I had built into the basement of the Tower, complete with a running track.”

   “It’s not really the same, you know?” Steve shrugged.  “I like being out in the morning air and seeing the sun come up.”

   Tony gave him a look, but moved on.  “And Bucky, are you really going to let rain come between you and your plums?  Man up, put on a trench coat, and go out.”

   “No.” 

   Lastly, Tony’s gaze rested on you.  “_______, you do realize this is Avengers Tower.  We have an indoor pool, food, a library, food.  That sounds like a pretty relaxing afternoon to me.”

   “I’ve done all that stuff already,” you stretched your arms out and yawned.

   “Whatever.  It’s not like I invested a whole lot of money in-”  The pounding of rain on the windows increased until it nearly drowned out his voice.  A deafening boom of thunder sounded, and lightning flashed.

   “Wow.  That doesn’t sound too good,” you mused.  “We should turn the lights off.”

   Tony looked at you as if you had suggested everyone dress up as clowns and go running through the streets of New York..  “Why?”

   “To watch the storm.  I like feeling all safe and cozy inside while that craziness is happening outside.”

   “Me too,” Steve agreed.  “That’s a good idea.  Let’s do it.”  

   Even Bucky’s usual scowl was replaced by a smile at the idea.  “I like the sound of that.”  

   That was yet another reason why you got along with them so well.  Tony and the others were so reliant on technology, that they sometimes forgot to sit back and enjoy the simpler things in life.  Steve and Bucky enjoyed technology and its benefits, but like you, they were a bit old-fashioned and liked to step away and take time to appreciate other things.

   “Come on, Stark.  There’s more to life than heated pools and tinkering with robots,” Steve went on.

   “Even most of your library is digital,” you pointed out. 

   “Yeah, pfft, electricity.  Who needs that?” Tony joked, waving his hand dismissively.  “Excuse me for taking advantage of modern conveniences.  Sorry I’m not a tree-hugging, bird-watching nymph like all of you.”

   Bucky snorted, and you laughed.  You sat up and went around the room, shutting off lights along the way.  Steve jumped to his feet and took care of the last set of lights before the two of you rejoined Bucky on the couch, you snuggled in between them.  The room was very dark, save for the dim light from the gray sky that seeped in through the windows.

   “Come sit,” you motioned for Tony to take a seat.  You could see his outline hesitate before shrugging and walking over to sit down on Bucky’s other side.  “There.  Isn’t this nice?” 

   Thunder continued to boom, lightning flashed, and the rain thrummed against the windows harshly.  It might be a scary thing to witness, but snuggled in between two very good friends that you trusted, you felt safe and warm.

   “You know,” Tony broke the silence in the conversation.  “This is actually really nice.”

   “Yep,” you agreed with a nod.  “But something’s missing…”

   “We need a fort,” Steve chuckled. 

   “Exactly.  See, this is why we’re friends.”  You jumped up and hurried out of the room before anyone could protest.  “Be right back!  I’m just going to grab some materials!”  You headed straight for the nearest closet full of sheets, towels, extra pillows, etc…And started gathering everything you could carry. 

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   “I have to admit, when you mentioned a fort, I thought this would be stupid,” Tony confessed.  “But this…This right here is awesome.” 

   “It’s perfect,” you agreed, tossing a couple of flashlights inside.

   Bucky was making the finishing touches, setting down a stack of books to hold a sheet in place.  Even you hadn’t expected it to turn out so cool.  It really was an impressive fort.  

   “We good?” Steve asked. 

   “Yeah, this should hold up just fine,” Bucky replied.  You dropped to your hands and knees and crawled in to bury yourself in the pile of blankets and pillows.  Bucky ducked in, chuckling as you rolled yourself up like a burrito. 

    “Steve! Tony!  Come on in!” you called.

   Steve crawled in, following by Tony fumbling his way in.  Both of them found their own blankets and pillows and got comfortable.  The four of you turned your attention to the little window the group made so you could see the storm.  A loud boom of thunder sounded, and you rolled over to snuggle against Bucky’s side.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, unable to hide a small smile.

   You grinned up at him.  “Very”

   Tony shifted so that he was lying obnoxiously across your stomach.  “Me too.”

  “Dork.” You ruffled his hair.

   “Hey, not cool.”

   “Oh my gosh!” a new, but familiar, voice exclaimed from somewhere outside the fort.  “Is that a fort?”

   “Clint, care to join us?” Steve called.

  “Heck yeah!”  He bounded over to scrambled inside.  A few of you had to move over to make room.  “Wow, this is so cool.  You guys watching the storm?”

   “Yep, it’s actually more fun that I thought it would be,” Tony replied.

   “Nat would love this.”

   “Love what?”  The read-headed agent appeared at the entrance of the fort suddenly, making all of you jump in surprise.  Clint screamed.  “Calm down,” Natasha told him.  “It’s only me.”

   “And me.”

  “Bruce?” you questioned.  “Is that you?”

  “Oh gosh, we seriously are going to need more room,” Clint commented.  The next thing you knew, everyone was squeezed in beside each other in the fort.

   “This is ridiculous,” Natasha said, but you could see the smile on her face.

  “Rogers.  You wouldn’t mind getting your elbow out of my shoulder, would you?”

   “Well maybe your shoulder needs to get off my elbow, Tony.”

   Most of you were chuckling and playfully shoving each other.  Except Bruce, who was struggling with the fact he was in such a small space.  It was such a silly and fun time, a nice change from all the high-stress situations the lot of you were usually in.  Meanwhile, the storm went on outside. 

  You thought it was unfortunate that the rest of the team couldn’t be there to enjoy it, but they had their own missions to deal with.  Your group spent the rest of the stormy evening talking and laughing over just about everything.  After the conversation died down, you all fell into a comfortable silence.  You were pretty sure you heard Tony snoring.  That guy almost never slept, so this was probably good for him. It was so calming that you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

   “Go ahead and sleep, doll,” Bucky told you quietly, patting your shoulder. 

   “Yes.  Sleep.  Just please don’t snore.”

   “Shut up, Barton.”

Meeting Her - A TittM AU

This is a little something for @tsume-yuki, to both wish you (late) happy birthday and thank you for adding my ideas for the father-daughter reunion in TittM ^_^ And also just because you’re a nice person. (As a fellow May child I would, however, like to point out that I’ve clearly got the better zodiac that this month offers - Gemini ftw).

I sent you an ask awhile back, concerning what would’ve happened if Ri had just grown up on Melring and Raowl never died. After doing some thinking, I decided to write my idea for it.


Melring is hot.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s certainly not a bad thing, Ace thinks, compared to the Winter islands he’s encountered. And now that he’s a living furnace, he really doesn’t care too much for the heat.

The only problem is the humidity. It’s horrible. It’s like breathing honey, not air.

Why in the name of all that was holy Pops had wanted to stop by this little patch of land, he had no idea. And right in the middle of its summer, too.

At least there are no Marines here, and the people seem friendly towards pirates. Almost as if it’s normal for them. Maybe it is. Ace doesn’t really care. All he worries about is whether or not the little restaurant he and Thatch have sought out will run out of food.

That’s where he meets her for the first time.

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About Cosplay

Real quick, before I go completely MIA, I want to share something you probably would’ve have known if you haven’t seen my DA, that being my first full cosplay, of Sans. I had forgotten to post about it when I started uploading my Undertale art, so I guess now’s as good a time as any. So, if you have the time, I want to tell you about and show you the process.

First off, I live near the Phoenix area in Arizona, so I’ve been to Saboten Con (when it was still around) and twice to Phoenix ComiCon. First time was probably two or three years ago. Back then it wasn’t nearly as expanded as it is now. Last time I went, I was barely in costume, if at all, but I had wanted to create a full cosplay. At first I wanted to be a Pokemon trainer, but it fell by the wayside. After some time, I took on the endeavor of creating a Sans cosplay. 

I started this cosplay in December of last year. This was the first iteration of the foam mask, back when I hadn’t quite gotten the hang of my drawing style for Sans. Looking back, it’s pretty fugly to me, but ya know, it was very early in, before I had gotten a grasp on what I was doing.

I had actually struggled to make the base underneath the face. It took looking up a fursuit tutorial on YouTube for me to realize, “Oh! That’s how you do it!” The black cloth in the sockets here was temporary while I worked on them. The teeth also got majorly redone later on. 


And here’s my cat Milo chillin’ out on the scraps. Just thought I’d throw that in too.


Here, I had realized that he needed a bit of a subtle brow ridge that most skeletons have. Plus, while the temporary cloth was out, seeing it placed perfectly over my tablet’s blue light, I had to take a picture. 

I was also figuring out the temples and realized they were a bit anatomically incorrect. The mouth was going through a redesign as well. Meaning I had to cut out the teeth that were already there and start over.


Then, the new semester started and I was feeling pretty demotivated to work on it. I did work a bit on it here and there, but it mostly sat in one corner of my desk, unfinished. After the passing of my grandma, I almost couldn’t bring myself to work on it. It sat unfinished even longer. But once the semester started coming to a close and I heard Phoenix ComiCon was coming up, I had the urge to pick it up again. After a metric ton of cutting, trimming, gluing, and trimming again, this was the result:

At this point, I was getting more and more excited about actually seeing it finished. I constantly reminded myself of how proud my grandma would be of me, since I was able to show her the earlier stages before her passing. I’m still sad I’ll never get to show her the completed piece, but I hammer it into myself that she would be immensely happy for me. Anyway, the jacket shown here, turned out to be a darker shade of blue than what I was going for. When I searched up Sans’s in-game sprite, it turned out I needed a lighter shade of blue, so I ordered one off of Amazon after seeing a blog page linking to ideal pieces for a Sans cosplay. I kept the original jacket, since it does get cold in Arizona during the brief winter season.

After this stage, I did a bunch of running around, much to my parents’ expense since I can’t drive, finding a bunch of other materials, such as polyester padding, a white medium shirt to put over the padding, black and white fabric for the pants, tights and polyester cloth for the leggings, black opera-length gloves, white and black fabric paint, polyester clay, grey fleece for the jacket hoodie, a pair of fresh socks that stretch above the ankles, a pair of perfectly pink fuzzy slippers from Sears, wood filler, sandpaper, LED lights, batteries for said lights… Whoo! Okay, yeah. Bottom line, I got a crap ton of stuff.

For the padding, I sewed a pair of old shirts together, one inside the other, and stuffed the padding in between, around my whole middle, and in the shoulders, to give Sans his shallow, stout look. That all took me under a few hours to figure out and put together. After that, I believe, I made the shorts using a pair of existing shorts as a template. They were a bit saggy in the crotch area, but they worked nicely, especially when fitting them over the padding. I also did the hand bones, using the gloves, fabric paint, and polymer clay bones, which I hot glued onto the top of the gloves. Wearing them was also a bit weird. I couldn’t close my fist all the way, but they worked all right.

Not pictured here was the fabric paint on the palm side. Unfortunately, I had to constantly reinforce the glue to keep the bones from popping off. Polymer, as I realized too late, doesn’t like sticking to glue very much, especially with hands that need to be used. Very unfortunately, my fears came true and two of the finger bones popped off during a panel I went to. Lesson learned. This is one baby I have to kill. I’ll go back and completely redo the hands in a different way. They may not be entirely anatomically accurate, but they’ll function. At least the old ones, which I’ve thrown into the garbage, looked cool. They had a nice dimension and were fun to look at.

So, after that, I covered the mask in paper mache (which I forgot to take a picture of. Sorry.) and started laying on the wood filler for the mask.

The wood filler was pretty nice to work with, as it allowed for additional sculpting I couldn’t do with the foam. At this point, Con was coming up fast and I was running out of time. I needed to start sanding. Much to my frustration, it was taking forever. I had left many spots unsanded where the filler didn’t quite stick. It was especially noticeable when I started laying on the gesso. Mom was trying to help me realize that the cosplay may not be complete in time and that I should take more time to work on it and just not go in costume. I hated admitting even to myself that she had a point. I refused to believe I couldn’t do it. I wanted to feel like I had accomplished something by finishing this sucker in time for Con. I was already frustrated at the shoddy work and I stormed into my room (I had been working for hours on end in hot weather just outside the house, doing nothing but sanding and laying on gesso). 

I had the biggest fit of my life. Tears streamed down my face. I cried and moaned and even screamed. I pounded my bed like an enraged monkey. All these revelations were going through my head during my fit. Then I thought, why not fill the patchy spots with more wood filler, even over the gesso? I had clearly skimped on it anyway. Once my fit was over, I went right back to work with my idea. It worked. After all the patches were filled, I went back to sanding. I filled where I needed to and sanded again until it was all smooth. I accepted that I wouldn’t get it done before Con started and that I’d miss the Undertale meetup, which, yeah, I did miss it.

I spent the next day at Con, taking pictures, marveling at the more impressive costumes and squeed anytime I saw a fellow Undertale cosplayer. I even came across two young ladies dressed as gender-bent Sans and Papyrus. The Papyrus cosplayer was awesome enough to do the voice when I asked if I could take their picture. That, by the way, is something I appreciate with cosplayers, when they not only dress up as a fun character but play the role as well. It really enriches the experience for me.

Later I went to the exhibition hall and stood in line to see renonwed comic artist George Perez. Needless to say, standing in line wasn’t very fun, but I had brought a few prints of my work with me and was determined to have him evaluate it. Seeing him draw and interacting with the fans was definitely a treat. He had such an energy about him that was very infectious. He had a clear love for his work and his fans that he is capable of staying at his booth for hours on end and very rarely take a break. Eventually, I and my sister, who was also there to get her portfolio evaluated, approached him. Sadly, because of how many people were in line to see him, he couldn’t evaluate our portfolios, but he was very nice about it and directed us to another great comic artist named Tony Parker, who I hadn’t heard of until then. He gave me some very good pointers about pushing a character’s pose and about visual flow when it came to comics. Some of what he had to say I had already sort of known, but it was more than valuable hearing his professional opinion. By that time, my feet were screaming at me and we went home.

Over the next couple days, I went back to finishing my cosplay. I worked on the leggings by cutting out some leg bone shapes out of polyester fabric and hand sewed them straight onto the tights as I wore them. Yes, I did poke myself a number of times. I also had to bend over pretty far to reach around my shins and down to my ankles. On top of that, I had gotten back to sanding the mask and spent the rest of the day laying on several coats of gesso. While waiting for the gesso to dry, I went out and bought the slippers I needed. Once the leggings were done, I finished the gesso and painted the inside of the eyesockets black to minimize light reflection. I then painted the little wrinkles under the eyes and the teeth details. After that, I hot glued the once temporary black fabric into the inner edges of the eyesockets and the nose hole. The LEDs I left for absolute last. These were crucial to the entire look. I mean, obviously. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time or the technical know-how for a complex wiring hook-up, so I stuck the LEDs onto two button batteries with black electric tape and then placed them behind the eyesocket fabric using more tape. I also taped tissue paper around the lights to cut down the ultra brightness. And because I have no switch to turn the lights off, the LEDs had to stay lit up. But they functioned and they actually looked pretty frightening, especially in the dark.

Once I’m able to, I’ll go out and get the parts I need to create a proper and better hook-up. I stayed up until after 2am just to see the eyes finished and I still was able to get up early the next day.

And this is what came from it all:

That’s me on the far left along with a bunch of lovely Charas and Frisks. This was the only picture I was able to get of my full costume that day, so I apologize for the cut at the bottom. I assure you I am wearing the slippers here, and they are comfy as hell. The mouth made it a bit hard for people to hear me and some cracks did appear around the edges, but the mask held up very nicely overall. I could not tell you how many people stopped me for a picture. Seeing their faces light up when they saw me made it all worth it. I want to do this again sometime soon, once I’ve made some improvements, and hopefully make it to the next meetup at whatever con may be coming up next in the future. What a journey this was. What an amazing experience! 10/10 Would cosplay again.

Protect You // Kim Doyoung

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the prompt: can I request “You just “rescued” me from a dragon, and you look so proud, but that dragon is actually my best friend. Oops.“ Au with nct Doyoung Pretty please with cherry on top

words: 4031

category: fantasy + fluff

author note: i had to rewrite this three times lol. i like how it turned out though. doyoung is so lovely and deserves more love~ please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by taesyong

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Stay The Night Part 2

Request! Part 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 1441

Prompts: Continuation of the prompts 16. “N-no! Don’t let me go!”

17. “Stay please stay with me…”

Warnings: blood, mean words, much angst, some language

A/N oh man this almost made me cry


“Jason sit still.”

“Well it hurts.”

“It’ll hurt more if you keep moving,” you poured some alcohol on the wound. You had woken up in the middle of the night, approximately an hour and a half after Jason brought you home and collapsed on your recliner. When you found him, he was bleeding all over the chair. So much for that $200 Swedish couch from IKEA.

Now you were cleaning him up, despite the fact that you were still angry with him. It was the right thing to do in your mind. You just hoped Jason wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

“Y/N could you be any less gentle?!” Jason hissed.

“If I were you I wouldn’t yell at the one with the scalpel,” you peered up at him with irritation. You were (coincidentally) a surgeon helper at Gotham City Hospital. Naturally, you had typical surgical tools. You never thought you’d need to actually use them since you were merely an assistant, but hey now they come in handy.

You had already gotten the first bullet out and patched up his left shoulder. Now it was the right. For some reason or another, his right shoulder was much harder to work on. Correction, it was hard to work on Jason in general, considering how he was simply sitting shirtless in your bathtub. (And you and I both know that Jason shirtless is a sight to see.)

“Aaaand, got it,” you said as you pulled out the bullet. Blood began flowing from the wound and it took all of your strength not to yell or throw up. Ironically, you didn’t have the strongest of stomachs, and here you were, studying to be a surgeon. You quickly treated the wound and covered his shoulder with the bandages after cleaning it up.  

Now with two bandages wrapped around his shoulders, he looked like a football player of sorts. You began quietly giggling, old memories from high school resurfacing.

“What’s so funny?” Jason asked.

“Nothing, I just remembered something from high school,” your laughs faltered. Jason internally cursed. He loved your laugh, he could listen to it all day.

“What did you remember?” Jason asked. You knew he was trying to make you forget what had happened between the two of you a few nights prior.

“Remember that time that you wanted to be on the football team? So you could meet cheerleaders?” You reminisced.

“Please don’t remind me,” Jason scoffed.

“You asked. Anyways, I remember you somehow managed to get a football uniform and you looked adorable. It was a bit too big on you, but then again we were sophomores,” you recalled. A small smile appeared on Jason’s lips as he watched you think about that time. Then he realized you called him ‘adorable’.

“I was adorable you say?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We were 15, shut up,” you lightly chuckled. “So do you just wanna sit in my tub or…?”

“Oh, uh no. I would appreciate if you would help me up,” Jason responded.

You helped him up and led him back to your non-blood stained sofa.

“Sorry about your recliner,” Jason weakly pointed to your bloody chair.

“It’s okay. I’m sure IKEA has some sort of couch cleaning service or something,” you sat down next to him.

It stays silent for a few minutes and then Jason breaks the silence.

“Y/N. I think we need to talk,” he turned to you.

“What is there to talk about?” You asked while turning away from him. Your heart still ached from your conversation with him 5 days ago. You certainly had no interest in recreating that feeling.

“My whole…situation,” he touched your arm.

“Well maybe I don’t want to,” you got up from the sofa and moved away from him. He got up as well and followed you onto the terrace.

“Y/N, you can’t just pretend like what happened didn’t happen,” Jason said.

“That’s not what I’m doing! I know you died, and now I know you were resurrected, but that’s not why…why I’m so emotional about this! Why I’m angry!” You steamed.

“Then what’s the matter?!” Jason yelled.

“You’re an idiot! That’s the matter! You come back to life and don’t come back for 5 years?! And then you show up on my terrace and expect me to accept this, and then, this where it gets really interesting, then you say you love me?! Jason you’re really dreaming if you think for a second that I’m just gonna let you back into my life and it’ll be all sunshine and rainbows after doing what you did. That’s absolute bullshit!” You ranted. Jason was speechless.

“Not only that but do you think that saving me from near death is gonna give you leverage? Brownie points? You’re mistaken, if you believe that,” your voice began cracking. Sure enough, a few seconds later, tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but there’s a reason I couldn’t come back immediately,” Jason said calmly.

“Why?!” You cried.

“When I was revived, I was messed up, I had some problems, I was crazy! I had so much rage and there was no way I was going to come back like that. I didn’t want you to see that. I needed to calm down,” Jason half-lied. He wasn’t about to tell you that he also spent some of that time training with the All-Caste.

However, since you knew Jason very well and remembered his lying tics, you picked up that he wasn’t being completely honest.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you squinted.

“I promise I’m telling you the whole truth,” he said.

“Jason if you want me to trust you again, if you want to be back in my life, I suggest you tell the truth. The actual truth,” you crossed your arms.

So he did. He explained everything that happened. His exchange of words with Batman, whom you already discovered was Bruce Wayne when you visited him several times after Jason’s death. His whole Black Mask situation. Everything.

By the end, you weren’t sure how to feel. All you felt was relief. Relief that he was okay (that was a stretch), that he was alive, that he was standing in front of you. You were still semi-angry with him, especially about the fact that he ran a drug ring, which went against your morals, but you believed you could eventually get over it. He was back, and that was all that mattered.

“So…are we good?” He asked. You didn’t say a thing back. You threw your arms around Jason’s neck and hugged him with all of your strength.

Jason hesitantly put his arms around you too.

“I’m just glad you’re alive,” you whispered.

“Me too, Y/N. Me too,” he whispered back. You pulled out of your hug and looked down at his chest, one hand resting gently on it, the other hanging at your side.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I love you,” Jason said quietly. He lifted your chin and for the first time that night, you made full eye contact with each other. You weren’t sure what to say. You quickly looked away from him; it still hurt to look him in the eyes.

“Y/N,” Jason said your name. You weren’t ready for this. You convinced yourself you were but you were wrong.

You turned around to speak but before you could get out a word, Jason planted his lips firmly on yours. You were surprised at first, but you slowly closed your eyes and melted into the kiss.

It felt like an eternity before you pulled away. You wanted more, you craved the feeling he had given you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since freshman year,” Jason chuckled. Surprised again. He had been in love with you for 6 years? You had no idea.

“Say something, anything, just stop looking at me like that!” Jason said.

“I love you too.” You said simply. Jason was shocked. He hadn’t expected you to repeat the words, not at all.  He expected you to throw him out or yell at him again. But you didn’t.

“You do?” He asked.

“Why do you sound surprised?” You giggled softly.

“I just–I didn’t know you–I wasn’t aware you felt the same way,” he stammered. You laughed out loud.

“I’m not out of your league, and we were best friends for 2 years,” you pointed out.

“Okay yeah but–” Jason started.

“Just kiss me, Jason,” you cut him off.

“I can do that,” he smirked and leaned down to kiss you again.

And with that, your happily ever after began.


ASDFGHJKL okay that was really nice

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@avengerdragoness hope you liked this continuation!

Silky Smooth (Drarry)

Harry was half asleep when Draco crawled into bed. He made a humming sound, as Draco snuggled close, twining their legs together and sighing a long, drawn out sigh.

“I’m quitting my job.”

Still half asleep, Harry tried to pat his back, but missed and hit the mattress. “You always say that,” he mumbled, tugging Draco closer and trying to go back to sleep.

“I mean it this time,” Draco huffed. “I’m sick of stuck up purebloods coming in and being pains in my arse. Late appointments! I was supposed to finish hours ago!”

“You’re a stuck up pureblood, love.”

“Shove off.”

Harry chuckled sleepily. Draco shifted around a bit, and Harry was just dozing off again, when he felt Draco’s foot sliding over his calf, once, twice, then again. Wincing, he was suddenly wide awake.

Draco’s foot rubbed his leg a bit more, and then Draco was wriggling out of his arms, which Harry tightened in a failed attempted to stop him, and diving under the blankets. Harry groaned, turning and burying his face in the pillow as he felt Draco’s hands stroking his calves. A few moments later, and Draco resurfaced, charming on the lights.

“What the bloody hell happened to your legs?”

“Piss off, trying to sleep,” Harry muttered, closing his eyes tighter against the light.

“There’s no hair on your legs. Your legs are hairless. You have lady legs, Potter.”

Harry snorted. “You’re stating the obvious. Go to sleep.”

He muttered the spell to turn off the lights, and tried to tug Draco back into his arms. Draco resisted, and then Harry felt the blankets being yanked off him. Draco turned the lights back on. Growling in annoyance, Harry opened his eyes to find Draco shuffling back and picking up one of his legs. Feeling petty, he tried to kick him.

“Why in Merlin’s name would you do this to yourself?” Draco asked, dodging the kick and running his fingers up and down Harry’s calves.

It tickled, and Harry tried to kick him again. “It’s late, and you’ve had a shitty day, remember?” he tried. “How about we sleep now?”

Draco snorted. “My shitty day just got better,” he said gleefully. “You look ridiculous!”

Harry scowled. “Then pull the blankets back over and stop touching!”

Draco shrugged, now trailing his fingertips up Harry’s currently hairless thighs. “Feels nice though. You’re normally like a bloody ape. I don’t think you have a hairless patch anywhere. Why would you do this? Did you lose a bet? Was this Ron’s idea? I must remember to buy him a drink, this is priceless. Did you get your pubes too?”

Harry slapped away his hands when they reached for his pants. “Don’t get used to it!” he snapped. “And no, it was Teddy.”

Draco straightened, kneeling over him. “Teddy? An eight-year old boy did this to you?”

There was no attempt made to hide the amusement on Draco’s face, and Harry tried to kick him again.

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Being Scott McCall's younger sister by 2 years would include

*Surprisingly, you’re a child genius

 *When Scott started high school, you did too 

 *All of his friends thinking you’re his twin because you’re in the same grade 

*When they find out you’re younger, they start teasing you

 *“(Y/n) leave us alone for a while would you?” 

 *You having a tiny crush on Stiles 

 *Stiles being a real jerk to you in the beginning

 *But secretly it’s because he doesn’t want to have a crush on his best friend’s sister

*You and Scott going through a rough patch

 *Isaac becoming more of brother to you than Scott had ever been

 *Calling Isaac werewolf boy

 *Him calling you Einstein 

 *“It’s okay love. He’s just upset that you’re smarter than him

 *One day Scott and Stiles decide that it would be a good idea to start making fun of you 

 *Isaac being outraged 

 *“You’re supposed to be her brother!”

 *“Woah calm down Isaac. It was just a joke.“ 

 *You standing there dumbfounded 

 *"Everything is always just a joke to you isn’t it?”

 *“She’s my sister, I can say what I want to her!”

 *“Stay the hell away from her." 

 *Isaac grabbing you by the arm and taking you away from them 

 *Stiles and Scott laughing at you as you walk away 

 *You being really hurt because you still had a crush on Stiles

 *"Hey. You don’t need Stiles to be happy 

 *Isaac starting to realize that he see you as more than a friend

 *"I don’t know what I’d do without you Isaac.”

*You and Scott not really talking for a while

 *Them approaching you in Stiles’ jeep

 *“What do you want?”

 *“I see your boyfriend isn’t with you. I can’t believe Isaac left you all alone." 

*You blush at the mention of Isaac being your boyfriend 

 *You come to the conclusion that you have feelings for Isaac. You don’t like Stiles anymore, Isaac is the one that has always been there for you

 *"I can’t believe I liked you!”

 *You storm off to find Isaac 

 *Stiles sitting there shocked

 *“Wait. She liked me?”

 *Scott and Stiles coming to the realization that they’ve been horrible to you

 *“I can’t believe I’ve done this. That’s my little sister, I hurt my little sister.”

*“I can’t believe I didn’t notice it until now!”

 *“Notice what?" 

 *Isaac staring at you curiously 

 *"I’m in love with you." 

 *His mouth breaking out into a grin 

*"I thought you only saw me as a brother.”

 *“Guess not.”

 *Kissing Isaac

 *It definitely not being your first kiss, but it is the best kiss you’ve ever had

 *“I love you, Einstein." 

 *"I love you too werewolf boy.”

anonymous asked:

I saw you said you were gonna do a tutorial series type thing about your taako cosplay, and i really wanted to know how you made the handle of your umbrella look like wood, if that isnt too much to ask! your taako is one of my favorite cosplays ive seen of him tbh

FIrst of all I’m so sorry it has taken me forever to respond to this!! Life was a little crazy there for a hot second. But now i’m home and back in the saddle so lets do this. Also, thank you so much !!! I’m so honored you like my cosplay ahh

Okay so my base umbrella i’m about 90% sure was this one , which i just found in my closet but I loved the size of it. I am also very small so an umbrella that was a little bit taller works really well proportion wise. LIke it almost could actually be a staff. Here is what the umbrella handle started out looking like: 

I started by removing the rubber grip thing and I was basically just left with the metal pole that makes up the center of the umbrella. I built a base shape with tinfoil so I could build onto it: 

Then for the fun part!! I used this new stuff called “Sculptamold” that I found in my local craft store. It was just the last bag sitting at the back of a shelf, i had never heard of this stuff before. Basically it’s like a plaster/paper powder that you mix with water, and the consistency depends on how much water you add. If you add a lot, you can use it like plaster to cast things in a mold. But if you don’t add a lot of water, it ends up with a very sculptable consistency like clay! 

Now unfortunately i’m incompetant and totally did not take any WIP pics of this stuff being put to use but basically: it takes a wHILe to dry, like at least overnight if not a couple days, and it dries really really rough. I basically just took clumps of it and covered my tinfoil base, waited an hour or two until the consistency was a little more set, and then went through with my fingers and a little water to smooth out big bumps. It WILL dry very rough regardless tho, but the beauty is–this stuff sands like a DREAm. Just with some regular sandpaper and like twenty minutes I was able to get it very very smooth, and for any particularly rough patches I just hit it with my dremel. 

So I had a smooth hook on the end of my umbrella, but i wanted to add a wood texture. Origianlly I tried dremeling it in, but that didn’t work so well because it did crumble a bit. So of course i turned to an obvious solution–hot glue! Seriously. I just started dripping hot glue all over this thing in a wood-grain texture. I took pencil and sort of patterend out the general idea of where my wood grain would go and followed that. A tip: don’t use hot glue that is super incredibly bubbly hot; if its a little cooler then it will hold its shape better as it lays down and it wont run into itself. 

Heres a quickl little example i did on some scrap paper::

Then you paint! I did a base coat in brown, then went in and added shadows and highlights in other colors

This was super fast and I only did one layer of shadow/highlights. For my actual handle i did probably five or six layers, just adding brush strokes and lines to give it more dimension! 

Also: Make sure you use MATTE paint!! Gloss or even satin will make it look shiny and not like wood! 

Yeah basically that is it!! It isn’t the *most* realistic wood texture, but I kind of like the stylized cartoony vibe that it gave! 

anyway, i hope this helps! Thank you so much !

Nate

Penny || Joe Sugg

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summary: where you and joe try something a bit different

word count: 919

A/N: this is some fluffy ass shit, enjoy! x

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It was Joe’s idea, something he had found in the hours he spent scrolling through his timeline instead of working on his latest projects.  You figured it was time to try something new, considering most days were spent lounging on Joe’s couch nowadays.  It was rare you two ventured out from your usual places anymore.  Even though you hated surprises, it was near impossible to tell him no when you heard the enthusiasm in his voice as he pitched the idea the week before.  As long as you were spending time with him, anything would be more than enough.

“Heads is right, tails is left,” Joe repeated once more, “and no cheating.”  He turned over to look at you in the passenger seat, grinning with excitement.  His hair was still slightly damp when he put the keys in the ignition.  

“Ready?” you asked, adjusting your seatbelt.  You began to warm up the coin between your hands.  It was just a penny leftover from your last holiday in the states. But now, it would determine the rest of the night.  A coin only worth one cent seemed a lot more powerful in that moment than it had just a few hours prior.

“Do you even know me? Of course I’m ready, I’ve been waiting all week for this,” he joked, peering over his shoulder before pressing the gas, pulling the car out of the spot.

London was finally warm that evening. It was something you had been yearning for ever since the first snowflake of the winter season hit the concrete outside of your bedroom window.  The stars were brighter than usual, and you gazed up at the moon as you two drove towards the first intersection.

The copper coin flipped around in the air, and you observed it attentively. When it fell back into your palm, it was heads up.

“Make a right up here,” you spoke, pointing in the direction just in case Joe confused himself, which happened quite often. He obliged, and you turned down a dark road.  “Watch this end up taking us to some abandoned shack or to an ax murderer’s house.”

“Well, I do love a good horror movie, love, it’d be fun to actually live one,” he responded sarcastically.  You playfully rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to the window.

The radio was playing the most soothing song, but one you had never heard before. Joe was softly humming the melody beside you.  The perfect collection of sounds set your mind at ease, and you remembered that any place you wound up would end up working out.  One turn down, nine more to go.

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After numerous twists and turns down unfamiliar avenues, and what felt like hours of driving around aimlessly, you found yourselves at the corner of a strip of trees, circled by newly sprouted lilies.  

“You sure you didn’t rig it? This place is absolutely incredible. How did we not know this was here?” Joe said as he shut the car off, amazed at the view in front of him.

“I guess I’m just really good at coin flipping,” you responded, placing the penny in the cup holder next to you.

The two of you stepped out of the car, using the moonlight as your guide towards the flowers and the small pond just beyond the largest tree in sight.  You and Joe walked slowly hand in hand, the grass gently poking you through the slits of your sandals.

“Remind me to take some of these before we leave,” you voiced, leaning towards the patches of white petals at your feet.  

“I know they’re your favorite, love.  Remember that time I accidentally bought them for you instead of roses when we first started dating? You were so happy you were on the verge of tears,” he laughed.  That had been just over a year ago, but the time seemed to have flown by.  You guessed it all went by faster when you spent everyday with someone who was the best part of yourself.

Turning around to stand face to face with him, you gripped his hand tighter.  You were stuck on the idea that he remembered that day, it was such a miniscule part of your relationship, and still, it was fresh in his mind.   

“I don’t say it enough, but I really do appreciate everything you do for me.  I love you more than you know,” you said, running your thumb over the edges of his cheek.  

“I love you more,” he smiled, tilting his head down until his lips met yours. “Do you wanna dance?” Joe asked when the two of you pulled away.

“There’s no music, babe.”

“I can change that, just give it a go.”

With your head pressed against Joe’s chest, he began humming the same song that played in the drive over.  It was something like a lullaby, and you smiled softly into the fabric of his shirt.  The slightest breeze blew by, making the warmth of his body more welcoming than before.

“All of this thanks to a bloody penny,” you whispered, following the pattern of Joe’s lead.

“And my brilliant ideas.”

You lost track of how long the both of you were dancing around in the grass, counting the stars, and mumbling about how you had to use the penny to plan out every date in the future.  It must have been after midnight before you headed back to the car, just after Joe remembered to pick you a few lilies.

kailthia reblogged your post: Talked about this before, but I’ve found it very…

@radioactivesupersonic This is really awesome, and I’m just going to throw some more ideas out there because I’m feeling…

These are all really cool ideas! Personally I’ll say I don’t agree with all of them but that’s a matter of splitting headcanons and none of this is to say you can’t follow these ideas.

In general I’ve kind of read the galra as actually pretty thick-skinned? Like they have a leathery sort of pseudo-scale consistency to their hide but that could be a point of interest as well, if like, Keith’s had sort of rough, scaly-looking patches on knees and elbows. So I don’t think their skin would be too reactive on principle, but, I could still see certain substances making him sick and it’s basically all just trial and error, he has to learn for himself what’s bad for him and avoid it.

I do like the idea of social issues. Like ideas I have for the galra is direct uninterrupted eye contact is very forwards/intimidating so Keith being autistic and having a problem with eye contact would have been seen as normal. 

Other forward/intimidating things are big toothy smiles (a lot of species view this as threatening and I feel like the galra would more so, considering they tend to have sturdy-looking jawlines and sharp, sometimes even protruding teeth- this is a species that has a powerful bite and while that wouldn’t be in frequent use as a spacefaring empire, they’d have that holdover where if someone is grinning at you it suggests, in some magnitude, they are flexing natural weapons at you- not comfortable. 

(We have seen a couple of galra- mostly Sendak leaps to mind- grin toothily, but iirc only in contexts that suggests they do not mean nice things by it)

As far as vision, I’m a fan of the idea that Keith might actually be selectively colorblind because Galra are attuned for low-light vision (and I made a post about this god danget I swear it’s in here somewhere) but that’d feed right into what you said about sensory sensitivity because everything is too bright. Always. Forever. He has a resting angry face and at least thirty percent of it is squinting. I also feel like he might have an issue with smells, especially if the galra do have a flehmen’s response- also, fun ideas with the team where every time Lance changes his shampoo/soap/body lotion/whatever Keith notices and comments on it and Lance is like sorta flattered and sorta weirded out, while Keith doesn’t know why he’s being weird about it, c’mon Lance this is really obvious.

(that said, though, Keith who uses overwhelmingly odorless products for laundry and bathing because it doesn’t matter how he feels about a smell, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the day headfirst in it)

call-me-the-cooky-one  asked:

may i request some casey and donnie after a particularly rough battle in which donnie actually lets casey jones take care of him😏 thanks friendo👉👉

“You have no idea what you’re doing.”

“I do so!”

“I’m going to die of infection, or possibly just bleed out. Woe is me.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a whiner, Don,” Casey says, batting Donnie’s free hand out of his way. Again. “If you’d just hold still, I could’ve been done, like, five whole minutes ago.”

Donnie sighs like the overdramatic nerd he is, even though Casey is being the gentlest and most patient nurse ever. It’d taken a good ten minutes just to convince the guy to let Casey patch him up, seeing as Donnie had been more focused on patching up his brothers instead.

“I could have done this myself,” Donnie grumbles, leaning on the lab table beside them. Casey tsks at him for moving while he’s still disinfecting the wound.

“Well yeah, but you don’t have to,” Casey points out, lightly running the wipe on the edges of the skin tear. It wasn’t deep, but sure would leave a scar once it healed. A nice scar at that. “You should let others look out for you a bit more.”

Donnie scoffs, and that tugs a smile out of Casey, hearing the disbelief in the mutant’s voice. “Like you’re one to talk, mister ‘it’s just a light sprain’. Your wrist looked like it had golf balls on it, puckhead. Not your sport.”

Casey rolls his eyes, and drops the used wipe into the garbage can he’d dragged over. “I can play a mean game of golf if I feel like it, quim for brains.”

Donnie wrinkles his nose. “Ew, Casey. That’s gross even for you.”

Casey shrugs, but admits that yeah, that one was a little grosser than needed. “Q insults are a hard to google thing, as it turns out.”

“Maybe if you stopped googling and actually used your brain, you’d get somewhere,” Donnie says haughtily, like it wasn’t just him who had an encyclopedia for a brain. Then, he smiles and says, “Renob.”

Casey narrows his eyes, and tries to remember what that one meant. And fails. Yeah, he’s got nothing. “I don’t know what that means, but fuck you too.”

Donnie smirks, and laughs even as Casey starts applying a bandage to the tender cut on his arm.

Casey loses this round- which he will have vengeance for- but he gets back at Donnie by tripping him up as they leave the lab. Donnie’s indignant squawk is a beautiful thing to hear, even as a punch to Casey’s shoulder follows it.

Gods Help Me Part 3

I know, I know, I thought I was done too. Then someone asked for more and my wheels started turning. Don’t judge me I can be as uncertain as I please. Now, it’s been a while since Elide was almost implanted. She’s almost completely healed- and Lorcan feels a lot less territorial. Lorcan and Rowan have a silent truce. All is well, until someone comes for a “visit”.

Part 2 here –> http://samaykay912.tumblr.com/post/156494742582?is_related_post=1

Part 1 here –> http://samaykay912.tumblr.com/post/156192379072

Rowan was a little flustered. He was doing his training exercises- with Elide watching. Elide was staring at him with eyes full of steel. He wasn’t going to lie to himself- it was a little unsettling. Especially since he knew Lorcan was going to come back from his hunting trip any minute. The fae prince didn’t want to destroy the rope bridge of friendship he has created with Lorcan. As Elide improved, he and Lorcan talked more- about anything and everything. We reminisced about Sollemere, discussed Aelin’s arrogance, wondered what things were like back in Terrasen. It was… calming. Rowan hadn’t want to rip anyone’s throat out in weeks. The conversations helped him feel better. They distracted him from his mistakes… for a time.

Lorcan came back from his piss poor hunting trip. He was able to snare enough rabbits to last them a while. He wanted to get as much meat as possible. It kept Elide full and seemed to improve her healing process. When he finally returned to camp- he was greeted by Elide staring at Rowan. He would of been mad- until he saw her eyes- they were her learning eyes. The same stare she gave him whenever he fished back on the boat- before it went to shit. So, he simply nodded in Elide’s direction. Rowan’s eyes went up in surprise. When Lorcan opened him mouth to explain- a knife whirled in his direction- and a cry of pain followed.

Rowan was waiting for an explanation when Elide’s eyes went from him to the forest. He saw her turn her ears- then, her eyes went wide. She bent over, pulled a knife out of her boot and threw it across the camp. A cry of pain followed. The fae prince knew she didn’t miss.

Gavriel bursted into the camp- still in his lion form from scouting. Elide then crosses the camp to retrieve her prize. Gavriel followed- Lorcan was busy smiling and beaming with pride. Meanwhile, Rowan was frozen in shock. The fae prince was astonished. No one had trained Elide- as far as he remembered. It was a miracle that she was able to make that shot- wasn’t it? He didn’t know. He’d have to ask Lorcan latter.

Lorcan was proud- Elide had grown so much. He always knew she could fight. She killed four ilken with a broken nose, a sprained wrist and cramps. He knows she can do anything she sets her mind to. Even if she never trained a day in her life- as long as she had examples to follow she could fight like hell.

Gavriel and Elide returned. Elide was cleaning her knife with her skirt and Gavriel was dragging one blacked out member of the cadre. Connall.

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Since people seemed to really like Petite Crème I decided to do an adopt series based around the idea of employees at a teahouse. Unfortunately I only had the energy to get two of the five I wanted to make done and now it’s been so long I haven’t got the spark to finish the rest.

However I did manage to get two finished between the long patch without internet and bouts of exhaustion so why not put them up for sale anyway? I really could use the money right now to help my brother and makeshift dad pay the bills.

Anything can be changed about them. If you wanna tweak the colors, cutie marks, names, personalities, etc.. you can. Just don’t sell them for more than what you got them if you ever plan on selling them.

They’re going for $25.00 usd a piece or you can buy them together for $45.00 usd. If you’re interested please toss me a message to my inbox. As always, first come is first served. They come with the shown card (without the watermark) and a basic sheet that has their cutie mark/colors for easy reference.

Thank you and have a nice day <3

Edit: Cocoa Menthe has been claimed! Please help me find Peony Petal a good home! Thank you <3

Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze!

Another accident I had that I wrote an account of for omo.org :) I hope you all like it.

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Hi everyone! Its been a week or two, I’ve had a bit of a dry spell, likely due to the fact that midterms were going on and I’m a lot less playful and risky when I’m in work mode. Work and fun are two separate things for me, which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy working; I’m a working and writing machine! Anywho, I’ve finally been able to wind down and relax finally after what feels like however, in the last few days I’ve attended a few Halloween parties, a few Halloween events, marathoned bad horror movies for all nighters, and another in particular relating specifically to this forum: I had an accident.

Now if you’ve read my tale regarding my recent fable while playing a certain horror game you know two things: One, I love horror but don’t handle scares well, and two, I’m oh-so woefully stubborn. As is usually the case when I have an accident, the stubbornness of course comes into play. Allow me to give a bit of context..

There’s a local park a city or so away. Like a lot of places, it has a yearly Halloween attraction. Its very sizable; it is also used as a campground in the summertime. I have attended this event every year!

This year I went with a few of my friends (Same group from the apartment story), and we showed up early. Naturally there was a line already, and we still had 45 minutes before the event would start and the line started moving up…The line ended up being very large in total, the event was very popular. We had all been picked up at our houses, and most of us had overnight bags in the trunk, as we were going back to one of their places to marathon horror movies for the rest of the night. In the hour before we arrived I had drunk a monster and a hard lemonade, though I didn’t really think anything of it until I polished off a 1 liter pepsi from the concession stand halfway through the line.

Description phase! By now you most likely have a general idea of my appearance, for newcomers I’ve got long black hair, am pale enough to fit into the cast of twilight which I am ashamed of, unhealthy tiny at 116 pounds last weigh-in, at 5'8-5'9. To try and turn my pitiful bodily state into a point of attraction, I try to maintain care of my face with various face washes, and creative use of eyeliner. If people are going to think I’m anorexic or something, I might as well look semi-pretty in the process I figure. But enough of that. Tonight I was wearing a pretty dark blue jeans, you could think they were black if you didn’t see them in the light. Very tight too. Black tank top, black zipped hoodie for the brisk October weather, along with a nice blue bra/panty combo. With this outfit I usually wear 2 earrings, a gold moon and a star, but as I might end up running for my life I left those out this time.

So again, we were in line, and as aforementioned halfway up there was a food stand. I got a hot dog and a 1 litre pepsi, and those were gone pretty fast I will say. Now see at this point I hadn’t used the bathroom in a few hours easily, but I didn’t even think about that until all the drinks from the past little while had caught up. By the time we were ¾ of the way up the line I was squirming and inwardly groaning from the typical this-is-the-worst-time-to-need-to-pee realization. I resolved to hold it because again, I’m stubborn, and I didn’t want to lose my place in line next to my friends. I realize I probably would have been let back into my spot, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

We slowly moved up in line, and my need to go slowly got worse, but I didn’t really plan to budge. It was almost an exciting feeling, but as per usual I didn’t really put enough thought into potential consequences. Its something I really need to work on. Anywho, I had my hands stuffed in my pockets and my legs crossed and I’d bounce a little every now and again. At one point Kate asked me what was up and I started bitching about the cold. We got to the end of the line up and it was our group, and another few girls, like 3 others I think for the next go around. I think they let another set of people in every 5 minutes or so.

We got in and I really had to go, but I figured should I stay on my toes I could hold it until the end no problem.

First we went down the trail, pretty spooky. Torches and bridges, people in costumes…I tried to stay relatively quiet and blend in with my friends. One of my friends is a screamer, and the screamers make themselves targets. So I let her take the brunt of the people jumping out of the woodwork as it were. It was all really cool, and went really smoothly for me until the little house filled with zombies. It was wide open, and had a whole strobe light thing going on. One was waiting around the corner of the entrance door and spooked the group with a lunge. Everyone, including me, scattered. Everyone took off, zig zagging through the would-be zombies, through the large barn-like structure, until people found the way out. My luck started to run out around here.

I found the door and escaped. I was alone. I had figured everyone else had gone on ahead. I took a moment to lean against the outside of the house/barn/thing and hold myself, placing my hand between my legs and holding my legs together long enough to take the edge off, and continued on down the trail. I would later find out, as my luck would have it, that I was actually the FIRST out. And not only that, after I had gone off down the trail, everyone else would get out and proceed to head in the wrong direction. The lot of em had to be redirected back onto the trail by a supervisor and the like. I mean…I went in the direction that had a torch on a tree. I thought it was obvious, myself.

Now all of a sudden, I was target number 1. There was actors dressed as ghouls constantly lurking about, being creepy, saying creepy shit, or jumpscaring me. Some of them were really creative, and I loved the costumes, gotta give em props. I tried to play it cool, waving to them and being like “Hi, hows life?”, and just being chill, even though I very obviously wasn’t chill, given the fast walk I had going. My first minor leakage came at the hands of a guy who was hanging. I don’t know how he was alive, or how the engineered it, but the guy hanging from the noose was a living dude. He was legit hanging. Maybe invisible wires or something. Anyway I assumed he was a prop for obvious reasons, and of course he lunged and yelled. I let out a tiny shriek, and felt myself dribble into my underwear. I ran off cursing under my breath.

Eventually I came to another house, larger than the last one. It looked incredibly dark inside. I knew that was probably the gimmick, and walked in. I discovered it was very narrow with winding hallways, in what was basically pitch black darkness. My shaking legs carrying me and my aching bladder, I soldiered on. About a minute in I heard a voice behind me. “Hello? Is anybody there?” She called out a few names I didn’t recognize, but I called out anyway. I waited for this girl to catch up, and she latched onto my arm and told me she lost her friends and was gonna tag along with me. I replied that I was grateful for the company, and I continued on with this girl on my arm. Making nervous and frightened small talk, we continued our way through the winding pitch black maze. Things were going well until a hand came out of a hole in the wall and grabbed my other arm. I let out a sharp noise I can’t really describe, and the other girl shrieked as well, I had assumed in reaction to me. It was simultaneous to the noise I made that I realized I was spurting into my pants. I yanked my hand away from the wall presence and shoved it between my legs, quickly feeling my pee leaving my bladder, saturating my pants and beginning to tickle my inner thighs. I panted, with each pant accentuated with a small alarmed moan, I clenched just about every muscle in my lower body to regain control. The girl, who in the dark has no idea what was happening, questioned if I was alright as I quickly checked relevant areas for dampness, trying to assess how visible any damage might be. I didn’t think it was too bad, the pants being dark and all, and horror trails tending to lack in the light department. My nether regions were certainly damp and I no doubt had a wet patch, but I clenched quickly enough to cease a dangerous spread. I reassured the girl and we continued. At some point I unzipped my hoodie, as the air in the structure was fairly heavy.

Eventually, I could see the glow of an exit, and became excited. The trail wasn’t over, but at least I’d be able to see again. We crept up the incline leading to it, and I exclaimed “Its a good thing to be finally free eh?” to which my companion replied  "Boy, it sure is!“

I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life.

Something in the way she said that was almost mocking, and I turned to face her, who was still clinging onto my arm and had her head on my shoulder. My escort, who I had presumed to be one of the three other girls who wasn’t part of my friend group, was wearing a tattered white, almost hospitalish gown, and in addition to appearing to be rotted, also appeared to be missing part of her jaw. This really wasn’t the time to get an eyeful of the amazing makeup work done at such close proximity. I think I stood there for a moment with my eyes and face just widening in absolute realization and comprehending terror. I assume she had been near the house and seen I was alone. I gotta give it to the crafty bitch, that was one of the most clever things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never screamed so loud in my entire life.

I sprinted up, barreling out of the exit door. I tripped, scrambled to my feet, and has my luck would have it, on my way upright I went face first into another chick. Also rotted looking. Wielding a now revving chainsaw. I could hear my evil escort from earlier cackling like mad as a I fell back onto the ground, staring at the chainsaw wielding nurse. I think it was a nurse. Don’t quote me on that. I screamed again as she darted forward with the chainsaw which more than likely had no chain on it, holding it above me. I was screaming, and I then realized, also wetting my pants. I have no idea when it started, probably somewhere around my stumble out of the house, or even my initial scream. All I knew was, I was suddenly wet, and there was a vibrating hiss accompanied by a spreading warmth. Chainsaw lady looked to the sky, laughing and waving the saw around as I attempted to grab myself, pushing my hand and pants into my crotch, resulting in a loud PSSSSSHHHHHH. I could feel my ass becoming absolutely soaked, and I could see the puddle forming underneath me when I looked down. I realized Saw Girl wasn’t looking, and I shot up and took off like a dart, deftly kicking my foot back over my puddle, hopefully covering it. I sure wasn’t sticking around to find out. I ran, and ran around the corner of the trail, spurts of urine shooting out every step. I went off the trail the moment I knew I was out of the sight of ghouls which was pretty quick.

In the relative darkness I leaned against a tree, on the opposite side of said tree where I wouldn’t be seen from the trail. My bladder was panging, as if to say "No” is not an option right now. I could feel my control slipping again, but I couldn’t let that happen! This wasn’t really a situation or attire I could afford a full on accident. I shoved my hands down there again and started frantically crossing my legs, uncrossing, bouncing, moaning and gasping, you name it. I had to get my pants down or something, but as I pulled one hand out and tried to unhook my button, I started peeing my pants again. The hissing returned, and as much as I struggled and whined and frantically tried and failed to open my fly after unhooking the button, it started streaming down my legs.

My ass was becoming soaked, and I could feel the warm trails flowing on my previously relatively untouched legs, dripping onto the autumn leaves underneath me. I moaned loudly as the stream intensified, leaving no part of the backside of my pants, from the cuffs of my legs to the seam of my ass unsoaked.

I tried so hard to stop the flow, finally getting my pants completely undone I shoved a hand into my panties to try and block my pee-hole. Didn’t work out too well…When I leaned over from the strain of the stream and the effort of trying to stop it, the position of my hand redirected the flow frontwards, and now the front of my jeans were becoming even darker than their natural dark blue color; the resounding pssssh of my pee soaking the front of my legs and knees echoing through the forest with the sounds of distant screams. I whined, strained, moaned, criss crossed, my usual dance. But even I knew it was over, as my last move ensured no part of me was getting away unsoaked by the shame of my failing bladder.

My stream slowed to a crawl as my bladder finished emptying. I was in a bit of a pickle now. I finished the trail with a few more screams, staying as far away from light sources as I could. My pants were dark enough that you probably couldn’t tell the difference if I wasn’t next to a torch or light….But given they were certainly over-saturated, even the faintest source of light might have caught a glisten, being drenched and all. I sure hope not.

When I finished the trail, I was informed I was the first out of my group out due to a wrong turn made by others, and that’s when it hit me I had a slight chance to make it out unscathed. I rushed to the parking lot using the same tactics as in the trail, avoiding light like I was a vampire in Florida. The only time I went directly into the light was to rush straight to the car. I had the key, so I managed to pop the trunk and grab my overnight bag. I also grabbed a plastic bag and took off into a porta-potty. I quickly changed out of my pants, panties, and socks, and through on a pair of white undies and a pair of sweats. To seem less suspicious, I also changed from my tank top into a jammie T-shirt I wear. I tossed the wet stuff in a plastic bag, and then the plastic bag into my overnight bag. I then proceeded to wait by the car. Eventually they came back, laughing and giggling, getting the jitters out. Kate immediately noticed my change in attire and yelled “Oi (INSERT MY NAME HERE), you piss your fucking pants?”, laughing and obviously joking around, which got an equally jokey reply in “Nah man, those jeans make my ass look fucking fantastic and all, but too tight and I wanna hit up the comfort game early. Look at the goddamn indent from the button!” I accentuated this by lifting my shirt to show the crater where the button had been digging into my tummy. Continually laughing and carrying on, we went back to Tanya’s place and marathon-ed classic horror movies for the night (Return of the Living Dead is a classic for me.)

As always I hope you enjoyed my tale! Feel free to comment, shoot your thoughts my way, or fire a message at me. Love you all, have a lovely Halloween!~ <3

#10. Picnic

Here’s story #10! I had this idea for a couple of days and wanted to see how it would turn out. It was better than I imagined. That’s pretty much how it usually works. I hope you like this, and thanks once again for those who are sticking by me on a positive note. You know who you are! ❤️

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“Where should we lay this down?”

“Right here looks nice…”

Therese shook out the red checkered print tablecloth and spread it out over the patch of grass that was halfway between sun and shade. Carol stood over and admired the big, gnarled weeping willow tree and pond that was just a few inches away. As soon as Therese settled herself down, tucking parts of her hair behind her ear, Carol kicked off her pair of high heels and then sat on the cloth. She watched her girlfriend take the picnic basket and lift open the woven cover. Therese began to pull everything out: paper plates, cups, napkins, two roast beef sandwiches, a Tupperware container filled with a variety of sliced cucumbers, cheese, seedless grapes, and then finally a tall thermos of chilled lemonade.

“Marvelous there’s no wind today,” Carol said, taking one of the sandwiches and started to unwrap the plastic off with her fingers. She watched as Therese smiled back at her before taking a moment to remove the top piece of her bread to add some cheese and cucumbers onto her roast beef. Thinking how good it would taste, Carol had done the same with her own sandwich and layered some cheese and cucumbers onto her own meat.

“Shoot, I forgot the mayonnaise,” Therese clicked her tongue, looking back into the basket.

“Still good,” Carol replied between chewing. She swallowed and grabbed the thermos to pour them each a cup of lemonade.

Therese brought her sandwich close to her mouth and took a small, careful bite. She found herself enjoying the fresh taste of cucumber and whole wheat bread mixed together. The provolone cheese had given the roast beef extra flavoring that didn’t need any sauce whatsoever. It contained a lot of salt which would eventually make her thirsty.

As if she suddenly became a mind reader, Carol held a cup of lemonade out and smirked once Therese took it. The young woman sipped her drink and gazed around them. They were alone at their special spot at the park with the afternoon sun beaming down. Therese stared blankly at a few cars driving by on the road and had even spotted an old lady walking a black poodle on the sidewalk.

“CLICK”

The sound of a camera went off. Her camera, which had been next to the basket but was now in Carol’s hands; covering parts of her white, porcelain face. Therese blushed profusely as Carol lowered the device, laughing softly. “Don’t tell me you’re camera shy!” she smiled and held the camera up close again.

“Carol, stop it,” Therese warned, but she was smiling and childishly reached for her prized possession. The blond was quick however and pulled away fast. She stood up on her beige colored stockinged feet and playfully waved the camera in the air.

“Ooh, look at me! I’m Therese the famous photographer!” Carol teased. She mockingly puckered her lips and placed a hand on her waist. She laughed and started to run as Therese made another attempt of snatching the camera away. The two of them ran around the tree and circles of the field before Carol yelped and stumbled backwards with Therese lying on top of her, panting heavily.

“I’m not camera shy!” Therese insisted.

“O-okay, alright,” Carol wheezed. She held her head back and broke down laughing. Therese took the camera from her and spent a minute examining it before moving it from harm’s way. “I just don’t like taking pictures of me…”

“But darling, you have a lovely face,” Carol cooed. That’s when she held Therese with both hands and kissed her full on the lips. Therese kissed back and had the sudden desire to pop open Carol’s blouse and remove the remaining lace that covered her soft, smooth skin. Of course they were in a public place and not behind the safe walls of their cozy apartment. Biting Carol’s bottom lip gently with her teeth, Therese moaned once Carol squeezed her left breast affectionately before breaking themselves apart for air.

“We left the food behind,” Therese whispered, her throat hoarse now. She rolled over and was now laying beside Carol with their arms entwined and legs tangled.

“Let the squirrels have it,” Carol said, and broke into another warm, pleasant laugh. She then smiled and reached over to swipe a strand of Therese’s dark hair away from her eyes.

Therese murmured “Carol I love you” as she pulled herself closer to bury her nose through the open collar of Carol’s blouse; inhaling the scent of floral perfume with the mixture of the sun’s heat and blades of fresh cut grass.

-End

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Prompt: Hi, can I get an imagine where Bucky meets a girl and they fall in love and get married, but he keeps her a secret and she lived outside of the city to stay safe, but after a few months of not seeing each other, she shows up at the tower and reveals a small baby bump to Bucky and he finally introduces her to the team, and they all vow to protect her? 😊

Word Count: 1300ish

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