i loved no face uh

I MISS MY TABLET but I couldn’t not doodle this when it came to mind, apologies for the slightly blurry quality 3

Remembered reading he is one to train, though idk if he’s ticklish, I doubt anyone has the guts to try it out like 99% of the time. Either way: Trust no one not even your gf who is helping you train weights, especially that actually.

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Orca belongs to @splatdash


What is love? ~ a Mileven drabble

Set two years after the events of season two, El has since been found and has been living with the Byers for the past few months.

Please comment and tell me what you think xx

The basement is still, Mike’s old violin music playing quietly (El says it soothes her). Mike and El are lying on opposite ends of the couch reading, their legs stretched out; their ankles and feet comfortably entangled.

El frowns as she comes across a word she doesn’t understand. “Mike?” she says quietly, looking over her book.

Mike looks up, putting down his book.

“What’s love?” she asks, curiously.

Mike feels a flush begin to creep up his neck and across his face. “Love?” he chokes.

She nods, not sensing his embarrassment.

“Um…” he sits up, “it’s like, when…” he sighs, stretching the back of his neck. She sits up too, waiting patiently, no sign of annoyance on his face.

“You know my mom and my dad and Nancy?”

El nods, and puts down her own book.

“They’re my family, and I love them, even when they annoy me, because if something bad happened to them I’d be really upset. Like with the boys, I love them too. It’s when you really care for someone, a lot. But there’s… uh, there’s different kinds of love,” he tries to explain.

“Different kinds of love?” El asks, sounding confused.

“Yeah, why don’t you, uh, look it up in your dictionary,” he suggests. Having been isolated throughout her childhood, there was a lot of words El didn’t know, so one of the things Joyce had bought her, once she’d gone to live with her, was a dictionary.

El shrugs. “I left it at home, plus, I like it better when you explain words.”

Mike feels his face turning red again. “Uh, okay, well I love my mom and she loves me, but not in the same way she loves my dad, or used to at least.”

El frowns for a moment, before saying, “Like Nancy and Jonathan?”

Mike nods, “Yeah, exactly,”

“And Joyce and Jim?”

It takes Mike a moment to process what El had just said. “Joyce and Hopper?!”

El nods.

“Whoa, okay,” he shakes his head with slight disbelief, he has lots of questions, but decides that they’re for later.

“Mike?” El asks, in her small quiet way, and she shuffles over closer to him.

“Yeah, El?” he moves closer to her too, so that they’re now sitting in the middle of the couch, their shoulders touching.

“Do you love me?” Her big brown eyes pour into his, and Mike’s heart goes into overdrive. He knows she’s just genuinely curious, that life and love are all new to her, that she’s not trying to put him on the spot, but it kind of feels that way.

“I-“ he hesitates, looking into her eyes. “Yes,” he says finally.

El’s hands begin to twist in her lap. “In what way?”

He wants to say ‘yes’ but has suddenly forgotten how to speak, plus, he’s pretty sure 14 years olds are not supposed to be in love, they’re supposed to make-out and play Seven Minutes in Heaven, not be in love.

He’s certain his face is the colour of a tomato by now.

A small smile works its way onto El’s face. “In this way?”

And then he has no idea what is happening, or how it is happening, but El leans forward and kisses him gently. It is so different from their last kiss, which was quick and fleeting and uncertain, and almost two years ago. It’s soft and slow and innocent, and Mike thinks his heart might burst from happiness. It’s short and lasts just long enough for El’s hand to find its way to Mike’s.

“Yes,” Mike whispers, when they break apart, “I love you in that way.”

El beams. “I love you in that way too,” she says tenderly.

She entwines her hand with Mike’s, their fingers interlocking with each other, she reaches over and picks up her book, before resting her head on Mike’s shoulder and continuing to read, only letting go of his hand to turn a page.

Mike sits there, relaxed; he watches El read, completely in awe of this girl who he loves, and who loves him too.

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Daryl catching Jesus playing with Judith (though Daryl still calls her little ass kicker) like Jesus trying to teach her how to do somersaults and rolls and stuff

This was when Daryl knew he was in love. 

When he walked in  Rick’s house, looking for Paul who had offered to babysit. He was back from his run with Rick, and wanted to go home, and shower, and lay in bed for a few hours without thinking of anything important. 

He stopped in his tracks though, when he saw what was going on in the house. Judith and Paul were on the floor of the living room, Daryl half hid from the pillar as he leaned forward against it, watching them, able to see only their profiles. 

“Come on baby girl,” Paul said, in a voice that so incredibly gentle and soft, that Daryl felt himself melt a little inside. 

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James Madison x Reader: Anniversary Date

Jemmy: I can’t go on our date tonight, I’m sorry.

(Y/n) read the text from James. Sighing, she put down the dress that she had bought. It’s our one year anniversary and all he says is “I’m sorry”? 

As horrible as it was, she was used to this. Canceling dates with short apologies was normal for him. The fact of the matter was that he was a busy man. He’d been helping their mutual friend, Thomas Jefferson, with writing a paper on religious freedom for their school paper. Not only that, but he was studying Latin, Greek, science, geography, mathematics, rhetoric, philosophy, law, and Hebrew.

Is everything okay?

She typed it out, sitting on the bed in her dorm. Is it bad that I want him to say “no”?

Jemmy Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry.

Groaning, she exited out of the her texts with James and texted Thomas.

Whats going on with James?

HA! He didnt tell you?? (¬‿¬)

Obviously not dickhead. What’s going on

I dunnooooo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he might not want me to tell yoooouuuuu ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I swear to god thomas if you dont tell me what’s happening Im coming over


Groaning, she threw on a sweatshirt and slippers before heading out to the boy’s dorms. Whenever James wasn’t telling her something, she knew it involved Thomas. It always involved Thomas. When they were apart, they were both intelligent individuals. Together, however, they make the stupidest decisions. Whether it be TP-ing a house or picking fights that they will not win, they made very stupid decisions.

Rounding the corner to his dorm, she rolled her eyes again. Not really for any particular reason except that she was angry. Knocking on the door, she heard an “Oh, shit” from inside. Presumably from Thomas.

“For Christ’s sake, open the door, Thomas.” She put one hand on her hip as she stood there, waiting.

The door flew open to reveal Thomas, fully dressed and smirking. “You actually came.” 

“Where’s James?” 

“In bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows before widening the opening to the door so she could enter. “Bye, guys! Be safe! Use protection!” Thomas cackled one more time before the door shut.

(Y/n) walked immediately to his bedroom and knocked twice before opening the door. “James?”

“(Y/n)?” He said, his eyes fluttering open. His voice was raspy and weak.

“Are you sick again?” She asked, walking briskly to his side. He was about to answer when he coughed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. Especially not on our anniversary.” He answered, trying to sit up.

“Don’t.” (Y/n) gently pushed him back down. “Aw, Jemmy, you shouldn’t have worried about me.” She smiled at his sweetness before she stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to the store. I’m going to get medicine, food, and everything else that a person needs when they’re sick.”

“(Y/n) you really don’t need to-” He interrupted himself with another coughing fit.

“Evidently, I do.” She smiled and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back soon, Jemmy. I promise.”

He nodded and closed his eyes again.

(Y/n) knew he had a weak immune system. They canceled many of their dates because of it. It had always put a bit of a limit on what they could do, but she never minded staying home with him. He was the love of her life, she didn’t mind taking care of him.

So, for the next week, she stayed with Thomas and James, nursing him back to health. James was teased relentlessly by Thomas, but he really didn’t mind having (Y/n) with him so often.


“Well,” (Y/n) started, “that’s about it. I should probably go back to my dorm, now.” It had been a week, and James was much better now. She smiled bitterly and turned to leave when James called out.

“Wait!” He stood. “I’ll walk you.” James smiled shyly and joined (Y/n) as they left the dorm room.

“One day,” (Y/n) laughed. “I’m going to get sick and you’ll have to take care of me!” 

“I wouldn’t mind that.” James smiled.

She smiled, but a look of confusion was on her face. “What?”

“I wouldn’t mind finally being able to dote on you for once. You always take such good care of me, I’d love to return the favor.” 

“Jemmy…” She smiled and James wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in for a sweet kiss.

“How would you feel if we shared a room?” 

“Really?” (Y/n) was practically bouncing.

“Yes.” He chuckled at her reaction.

“I’d love to!” She squealed and kissed him again. “But, where? I mean, whose room?” She grimaced a little. “Alexander already basically lives in mine.”

“I’m sure Thomas wouldn’t mind another roommate. Especially if it was you.” James tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Are you sure?” (Y/n) asked nervously.

“I’m positive.” He paused. “In fact, why don’t we all have dinner tonight and discuss this?”

“I’ll make macaroni and cheese!”

nastashas  asked:

heyo! for the drabble thing: 142 or 2+40 for poe dameron.

Characters: Reader x Poe Dameron

Warnings: mentions of death

Prompts: 2: “How long have you been standing there?” 40: “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

Word Count: 342

A/N: Hi! I did 2+40 because I’ve already written a drabble with Poe and prompt 142, which you can find here [x]. Hope you enjoy !

Want to request a drabble? Read this post [x]

You awkwardly stood in the back of the conference room, not knowing how to approach Poe. The two of you hadn’t talked in a week, because you had almost gotten yourself killed on a mission, and Poe was furious with you for risking your life. 

He was at the main table now, shutting down the console as he wrapped up the meeting and Resistance soldiers began filing out of the room. You awkwardly tugged at your sleeves, trying to come up with an apology inside of your head. The room was finally empty, only the two of you inside, but he he still hadn’t noticed you. You took a deep breath and took a step towards him as he turned around. He flinched when he saw you, pressing his lips together. 

“How long have you been standing there?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest. You shrugged, looking at the floor.

“I’m sorry about what I did on the mission.” you mumbled, and Poe scoffed and shook his head. 

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.” he snapped, and you looked up at him. Biting you lip, you balled your hands into fists.

“Fine, I’m not sorry then.” you retorted. “I did what I had to do for the mission.”

“What you did was unnecessary.” Poe glared at you. “You would’ve gotten yourself killed for nothing.” 

“So what?” you exclaimed. 

“So what? So what?” Poe stepped towards you. “I don’t want you to die, okay? I love you, and I’d never forgive myself if you had gotten yourself killed like that!” 

Your eyes widened at his confession, and you shrunk away. You stared at your feet, unable to reply. 

“I-I didn’t know that-” you stammered, and Poe sighed and reached out to squeeze your shoulder.

“Please, just be safe next time, okay?” he said quietly. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” you finally looked up at him, and he gave you a small smile. Shyly brushing your hair out of your face, you stammered out, “And, uh… I-I love you too.”