I know the week is almost over, but you know how long I’ve waited for these guys to have a week like this??? Now that I’m free I will be catching up and doing the prompts daily, so here is the first one. I went with history because I ain’t about that angst life, ya know?
Could you try and write an imagine with him and the reader is friends
with Emma and she runs into Jefferson on the rare day he’s out and he’s
attracted to her and invites her to tea and she learns his backstory and
she promises to help him in anyway he can?
Author’s note: Ayee, it’s another request from @weirdnewbie, thank you for being so supportive! Gosh, I have almost forgot how much I love Jefferson.
Requests are open guys, send me whatever you want!
‘‘YOU are telling ME I need a man? You, the ‘don’t flirt
with me, don’t look at me, I don’t need you‘ queen? Holy mother of God,Emma are
you okay? Was that cocoa poisioned?‘‘ Y/N asked Emma with huge smirk on her
‘‘I hate you.‘‘ Emma answered with mout full of food.
‘‘You love me. Get up your ass princess, we can’t stay at
Granny’s all day..And Emma, just to you know it, I’m maybe from Enchanted
forrest, but my life wasn’t fairytale, I can handle it on my own. Now come.“
Emma gave her meal a last sad look and quicky walked outside.
‘‘No, Emma, don’t worry about it. I don’t wanna screw my mood.
Can I go with you? Henry promised me I can borrow some his comics.‘‘
‘‘Nah girl, you need a guy SO much‘‘ said Emma with
‘‘Black widow disagrees.‘‘
‘‘Shut up, Swan!‘‘
‘‘Thanks Henry! May the Force be with you both! Bye!‘‘ Y/N
called as she leaved. She saw Emma’s eye roll in other dimension and Henry’s grinn.
It wasn’t so late yet, so she decided to walk a little.
Storybrook at night was one of her favorite things ever. She just walk past the
library, when someone bumped into her.
‘‘Shit‘‘ she whispered since she noticed some comics laying
on the ground.
‘‘I am really sorry! ‚‘‘the stranger said.
Y/N looked at him ‚‘well, shit again‘ she thought.
‘‘I’m sorry too. Did I hurt you? She said with worried face.‘‘
‘‘No, I am fine. The name is Jefferson by the way. And yours?‘‘ he doffed his hat.
She blushed a little on this gesture. ‚‘‘I am Y/N, friend of
Emma Swan actually. She has told me few things about you..‘‘
‘‘So not my lucky day, huh? I must tell her to not say a
thing about me around people I find atractive. It ruins all my chances.‘‘
Y/N’s cheeks were now red as a ketchup.
‘‘She wasn’t so evil, but the truth is I expected someone
more insane..and less ..nevermind‘‘ she chuckled.
Y/N finally grabbed the comics from the ground. She made a
‘‘Are you alright?‘‘
‘‘Oh yeah, I’m okay, but Iron man has ruptured leg, which is
kinda problem ‚‘cause I don’t know how long I can hide myself from boy that borrowed
them to me.‘‘
‘‘Maybe you can hide yourself in my house for a while. What
do you think about a nice cup of tea?‘‘
‘‘Well, this is the first time
the handsome stranger I just met invites me to a nice cup of tea. But since you
are now in the good guys squad and I obviously don‘t have self-preservation instinct,
why not?‘‘ she giggled.
‘‘Wow. That’s what I call a house. It’s way
to big for only one person, don’t you feel lonely here sometimes?‘‘
‘‘To be honest, I do..‘‘ Jefferson mumbled quietly.
‘‘I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-‘‘
‘‘Nah, forgot about it. Sit here for the moment, okay? I
will make the tea.’’
Y/N sat in one of seats. She really like this house, it was
kind of mysterious, but when Jefferson wasn’t coming back, she began to be
bored. She moved herself into weird but comfortable position and grabbed a pen
and piece of paper from her backpack. She started to doodle some stuff that
went through her head.
“White rabbit, seriously?” asked Jefferson.
“Jesus Christ! Don’t scare me like that!” Y/N almost fell on the floor.
“Sorry. Here is your tea, ma'am.”
“What’s wrong with white rabbit anyway?”
“It reminds me of my daughter.”
“You have a daughter? Where is she?”
“I really want to know that too..”
“Oh. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to..”
“No, it’s okay. I need to let it out, you know? And you are the first person who actually listens to me.”
“Well, I kinda know how you feel. I didn’t see my brother since we are in Storybrook. He is my only family. My mum.. she wasn’t really ‘husband and kids’ type and my dead became a drunk asshole when she left, so I was working all day long just to feed them. And now my little brother is gone too.
“My daughter’s name is Grace, she is such a sweetheart. You know, I wasn’t a good man a long time ago. I was working for everyone who paid me,but I stoped it, because of her. We had good life, but then Regina came for me. Thanks to her I ended stuck in fuckin’ Wonderland. I thought it will get better here, but it seems like Grace doesen’t remember me. Just awesome”
“Whoa, our lives sucks.” Y/N smirked.
“Wanna something stronger than tea?”
Jefferson was a good companion. Sun was rising when they finally decided to get some sleep. When she woke up on his sofa it was almost midday.
‘‘Oh God, I need to go’‘ she said to herself. She stand up quicky and went to find Jefferson. She found him fast, way to fast.. she was suddently poured with his tea.
‘‘Sleeping Beauty is in hurry, huh? I will give you something dry to change, okay?’‘
‘‘Thank you! You know I must move my ass before Emma starts
seeking. Oh, one more thing.’‘ Y/N quicky wrote her phone number on his hand.
‘‘In case you still find me attractive’‘ She said with playful smile.
Y/N grabbed her backpack, change her shirt and said goodbye to Jefferson. As she ran through the street she checked her phone. Four missing calls from Emma. ‘‘Well, I am fucked up.’‘
When she finally arrived to Emma she could barely catch her breath. Henry opened the door.
‘‘Can I come in?’‘
‘‘You sure about that? She is furious.’‘ Henry whispered.
‘‘You know I have to. Make me nice funeral please.’‘
She came in.
‘‘Y/N where the hell have you been?! I have called you!’‘
‘‘Well, my phone probably just turned off. You know, I was really tired, I fell asleep and didn’t put it on charger..’‘
‘‘We were worried about you!’‘
‘‘I am not five, mom’‘ Y/N smirked.
‘‘Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.’‘ Emma laughed.
‘‘Just don’t do that again, alright Y/N? C’mon, have some cocoa with us.’‘
Y/N thanked God it worked. She put off her jacket and sat happily across from Emma.
okay so i have this headcanon that after the war, harry and draco are dating and draco is secretly very talented at art but isn’t very vocal about it to harry and so harry doesn’t even know really (draco’s almost embarrassed about it and doesn’t feel like it’s important enough to bother harry with), and then one day harry catches draco doodling all over his arm and that leads to draco confessing about his art and harry is so SHOOK and he convinces draco to paint a sky scenery type painting on his back and then harry gets a few tattoos later and they’re all designed by draco and god i just need artist!draco in my life
tonight i cant seem to stop thinking about my dog, its making it hard to fall asleep. i keep crying. i know shes happy where she is, but i realised that ive almost forgotten what she looks like. the image of her in my head is fuzzy and more cartoony like when i draw her. the real her is not clear anymore.
UT Fankids Week (kinda maybe? I mean the thing is that it had Sanscest in the tags…error ink is kinda sanscest so…. eh? I might be pulling a few strings here but even if these are not valid I hope to still do them!)
Day 1: First Words
Welp wanted to do something for this fun week! Even have a small story that goes along with it under the read more! ( well more of a ramble of a draft of how it could work but still! )
But man, this was fun to figure out what beginning PJ looked like. Heh man he looks like a MESS. Though no scarf or bag so yeah… he did just form o-o
I have no clue if PJ fits into the Fankids week thing but I like the prompts and hope to give more incite to how he’s like while growing up. (note the Ink and Error represented here are not canon however I tried to have them have more canon personalities and actions so *shrugs*. Just a warning cause yeah… technically there is no PJ but this is just how they are canon to his story o-o)
Todays ari and dante day and Benjiman Saenz is retweeting a lot of his fans tweets and almost every RT has your photos in it. Like im proud that hes seen it but im also sad he doesnt know its you who drew them :(
I know. I’m seeing a lot of it on twitter feed. But it’s okay. At least for me, today it’s okay. I just want everyone to be happy and spend Ari & Dante Day with positive feelings.
I’ll be doodling something for today as well, so hopefully he at least sees that one from me! ^^
my oc!! she likes to pretend to record “get ready with me” videos when she prepares for school & she ends up running late because of it 😅 it’s been almost a year since i first drew her but i still haven’t decided on her name >_<
Summary: Bucky x reader shenanigans on a sleepless night
A/N: So this is one I started over a month ago and sort of forgot about, but I’ve finally finished it! It’s the longest oneshot I’ve written, but I just couldn’t bring myself to cut any of the scenes. I don’t think I’ve ever put so much time and effort into a fic before (I mean, his scrabble score is legit. I actually went into my games cupboard at like 12am to check bc I get caught up on pointless shit like that lmao) so I would be so grateful for any feedback you have! x
Genre: little bits of angst, playful and romantic fluff, and even a little bit (; at times (which is not where I expected it to go, but hey, Bucky started it) Warnings: bit of adult language and neck kissing if that’s worth mentioning
A blood curdling cry filled my ears, jolting me out of my sleep and rattling through my body. It was a sound that was unsettlingly familiar. Countless times it had happened, but it still shook me to my core whenever he screamed in his slumber, unable to escape the terror that lay there waiting for him.
Trembling, jerking, moaning, wailing, his legs thrashing with the violence. “Bucky. Bucky, wake up. You’re dreaming, Buck. It’s all just a dream.” I stroked my hand across his human arm, trying my best to rouse him gently away from his demons. It took all I had not to reach out and wrap him in my arms, but in these moments his space was vital. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for the time I had, and ended up on the business end of his metal arm, pinned to the wall as if I weighed no more than air itself.
He inhaled sharply, his eyes bulging open in fear and confusion as he was wrenched from his nightmare. His eyes were red and swollen with tears. His cries were reduced to a panicked breath that heaved his chest and dried his throat. His eyes remained lost and stunned, staring into the dark, but in the blue glow of the moonlight I saw his hand reach out in search of me. I crawled over to where he sat upright on the bed and buried myself against his chest.
“Shhh… It’s ok James… It was all a dream.. I’m here… you’re ok… we’re safe..” I breathed my comforts into his neck, holding him tight in my arms as his trembles became less and less. “I’m here…”
“Y/N?” Bucky whispered from next to me in bed. “Are you awake?” “Mfhmmf…” I mumbled into my pillow. I felt the bed shift as Bucky sat up. “Whasa mtter?” I asked, my words slurred with sleep. “I can’t sleep.” He sighed heavily. I rolled over to face him and traced my fingertips over the skin on his arm, the way I knew always made him feel better. I felt the rigid muscles relax under my touch.
“They’re always just so… real.” Bucky’s voice wavered on his last word, making my heart sink like a rock in my chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked him softly, a little more awake now. He shook his head weakly in response. “Do you wanna do something?” I suggest, willing to try anything if it had a chance of helping him. “Help you take your mind off it?” “Like what?”