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[aloumighty]

luke & 20

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” Luke whispers, rubbing your back gently.

Your eyes flutter open, hearing tiny screams and cries coming from your son’s room and you grimace at the sound.

“Yes, you can, babe,” you groan softly. “He loves you.”

“No, he doesn’t. He barely knows who I am,” Luke pouts.

“You’re his dad, honey, of course he knows who you are. You’ve just been gone for a while,” you sigh, turning over and looking at Luke.

“What if I go in there and he just cries even louder?” he says, his voice shaking.

You offer him a small smile and take his hand. “I’ll go with you, okay? Just this once.”

Luke nods, climbing out of bed before coming over and taking your hand, helping you up and letting you lean against him. He knew how tired you were after almost six months alone with your son and he was trying his hardest, he really was. The hardest thing was that your baby has started to get frightened by strangers, and unfortunately, he viewed Luke as a stranger. The day Luke returned home, he picked the boy up, screams instantly falling from his mouth as Luke tried to hold him close. The baby was reaching out for you and when you took him from Luke’s hands, his cries ceased. As you wiped his tears from his tiny cheeks, you saw tears forming on your husband’s cheeks and your heart broke all over again. Luke wanted to be there for you and your growing son, but tour had called before he got the chance. He’d missed your son’s first giggle, his first steps, and his first words. He was trying his hardest make up for it now that he was home.

Your eyes were still fluttering shut by the time you reached your son’s room and Luke sat you in the rocking chair, already regretting waking you up. You watched, eyes half lidded as he approached the crib with a worried look on his face. He reached his hands into the crib, picking his son up gently and bringing him close to his chest. For a moment, it seemed like the cries wouldn’t stop, but they did after a few seconds. You could hear a sigh of relief fall from Luke’s lips and you watched as he gently bounced the boy in his arms, humming a gentle tune. Your son’s hands grabbed for Luke’s shirt and snuggled into him.

“Dada,” you son muttered, so softly that it was almost inaudible.

But you knew Luke has heard as his face lit up, a tear falling from his eyes as he hugged his son tighter. You smiled at him, standing up and wrapping your arms around Luke’s waist and placing a kiss on your son’s cheek. And in that moment, your family was complete again.

[alicanta77]

can u do a jeno angst blurb with the title “traitor” pls? thank you! <333

"I'm gonna be honest-" You began, barely getting any words out before Jeno interrupted.

"Y/n please I-"

"No." You cut off his begging, the tears that were building up in his eyes made it hard for you to look at him, the mere sight of him upset being enough to cause you pain. "I'm going to be honest here because at least one of us has to." You took a shaky breath, trying to calm your mind which was somehow racing and yet you couldn't form a single thought. "Of all the people in the world, the last person, the last person I would ever expect this from would be you."

Jeno's head dropped, hiding his face from you and honestly, that was easier for you. If you couldn't see the face of the boy you loved, it would be so easier to say what you needed to instead of censoring it to spare his feelings.

“I loved you when you were at your worst, I stood by you when nobody else would, I did everything for you that I could because I loved you. And I’m not saying that you now owe me anything, because that’s not why I did that. But don’t you think, after everything, the least you owe me would be the truth?”

Your hands shook as you ran them through your hair, gripping it tightly as you fought the tears in your eyes. “You couldn’t have told me this before I fell in love with you?” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut before letting out a dry laugh. “Because, God, now it’s going to be so much harder to- now I have to lose a part of myself as well as you.”

Jeno’s head shot up, his eyes wide and it was then that you finally saw the tear tracks that marked all the way down his face. He shook his head rapidly, stepping forwards with an arm outstretched, but you stepped back. It was impossible for Jeno to cover the pained look on his face when you avoided his touch, and you noticed.

“Please, you don’t- we don’t have to-” Jeno couldn’t find the words, the thought of you walking out that door and him never seeing you again was tearing his heart in two. Especially if you walked out after today, he couldn’t have you believing that that was what he thought of you. “I need you, please don’t leave.” He managed to beg, and you scoffed slightly, the sound having no strength behind it. 

You brought your hand up to your face, wiping away the tears, as if that would help against the countless that were falling. You couldn’t believe, after everything, he would sit there and beg you to stay.

"Why?” You asked meekly. “After all, it was you who decided I wasn't 'appropriate' for someone like you."

You didn’t wait to hear his reply, turning on your heel and practically running out of the dorm. Jeno tried to follow calling out for you, begging, pleading, promising to do anything, but every word that he called out after you just felt like another stab to the heart. He had made it clear that you would never be good enough for him, and you couldn’t stand there and pretend like you were anymore.

The door slammed shut behind you, the shout echoing around the dorm as Jeno stood there and stared at it, jaw hanging slightly open and short breaths leaving him as a fresh batch of tears grew in his eyes.

Jeno didn’t register the bedroom door behind him opening and the other boys’ heads appearing. They cautiously made their way towards him, Jaemin being the one to step forwards and try talking to him, slowly reaching out an arm to touch his friend’s shoulder.

“Jeno, she’ll be back-”  Jaemin began, his voice dropping as Jeno’s knees gave out and he crashed towards the ground.

“Why? Why would she? I- I broke her heart...” Jeno’s voice caught in his throat as he chocked on his own breath.

The rest of the boys were speechless, they had only seen Jeno this upset once before, he had always been the last person to cry at anything, the one who looked after others and stayed strong. And now, here he was, sobbing on the tiled kitchen floor trying to pull out his hair as he pleaded for the girl he loved to come back to him.

Jaemin quickly dropped down next to him, trying to pull Jeno’s hands off his hair before he pulled it out. Jeno’s knuckles were white, his grip tight and unrelenting. Jeno eventually stopped sobbing and screaming, shrinking into whispers as he rocked with his head in hands, whispering the same word over and over.

“Traitor.”

[shyhandart]

We should be so lucky to get Asks from you! I love the pink pony with three legs you uploaded a while ago, you did a great job with her.

Could I get an Octavia? She's my favourite, no surprise. If that's not okay, please draw the pink pony again! I love her mane.

Im so glad you like her!! I'll definitely draw sweetpea more.

Im not super into Octavia but i think shes cute. She gave me very square and sturdy energy for some reason whilst also being rather elegant. I found that combo odd as i typically associate elegance with smoother, flowing shapes. But she spoke to me and who was i to disagree

[vminni]

(for the writing meme) Yoonmin for “This one’s on me." ty~!!

Yoongi knew it was a weird thing to enjoy, but his early morning trip to the Laundromat tended to be the highlight of his week.

Most 22 year olds would rather do anything besides laundry and would definitely not look forward to spending two hours in a dimly lit room surrounded by empty machines and crappy late night radio. Yoongi loved it though. He loved walking through the dark streets, late enough that the clubbers had already stumbled to their final destination, but early enough that the commuters had yet to take to the road. He loved pushing into the Laundromat, where the lights flickered and the radio cackled with static more often than it spouted words. He loved the symmetry of the rows upon rows of washing machines and driers. He loved that he always had the place to himself, save the worker who was usually napping anyway. He loved sinking to the floor, pressing his back against the whirling machine, and just getting lost in his thoughts as he waited for his clothes to get clean.

It was simple and easy and consistent.

Just like every Monday for the past six months, Yoongi shouldered his laundry bag and made the slow walk to the Laundromat. He hummed softly to himself as he pushed inside, nodding towards the sleepy worker.

Yoongi headed towards his normal washer, not noticing anything was amiss until he came to a halting stop in front of the machine.

For the first time in 26 Mondays, there was another customer in the room.

The person in question was a boy of around Yoongi’s age, probably two or three years younger, with bright brown eyes, full cheeks and a smile made for televisions screens, not dingy Laundromats.

“That’s mine,” Yoongi blurted, completely thrown by the hitch in his routine. He pointed to the machine that the boy was sitting on, “I always use that one.”

The boy knocked his heels off the stainless steel, staring down at the washer for a second before lifting his gaze to Yoongi, “My laundry will be done in five minutes. Then you can have it.”

“It’s already ruined,” Yoongi huffed, dropping to a squat so he could shove his clothes into the machine next to the boy. “What are you doing here anyway?”

The boy seemed confused by the venom in Yoongi’s voice and he began to gnaw on his bottom lip, clearly uncertain about how to handle the situation, “I didn’t realize…I mean, it’s a 24/7 Laundromat. Anyone can come at any time. There’s no rule saying I’m not allowed to be here now.”

“But you’ve never been here,” Yoongi slammed the washer door shut and stood up, glaring at the boy. “I’ve been coming here for half a year and you’ve never been here!”

The boy lifted his legs and hugged them to his chest, resting his chin on his knees and staring at Yoongi from under his soft brown bangs, “I just moved here last week.”

“Find another time to do your laundry, okay?” Yoongi spat out. He dropped his quarters into the machine and pressed the button for it to start, briefly realizing how crazy he was being.

But this routine was important to him and he wasn’t going to have it ruined by some new kid with a pretty smile. This was his time and his alone.

“What if I don’t want to?” the boy shot back, the fire in his voice contradicting the innocent beauty of his face. “What are you going to do about it?”

Yoongi had no answer to that. The most he could do was annoy the boy, but putting the effort into driving the other crazy would require too much work from Yoongi. He came here to relax, not ruin someone else’s day.

“Fine,” Yoongi sunk down to the floor and got settled, pressing his back up against the whirling machine. “Do whatever you want.”

Silence settled over them, broken a few minutes later when the boy’s machine buzzed, indicating that his laundry was done. The kid hopped down and Yoongi noted that he was short, with toned legs and a slim build. He was most likely a dancer.

Yoongi watched as the kid gathered up his dripping clothes, stumbling towards the bank of dryers across the aisle. Every step he took led to another item dropping from his arms, but the boy was oblivious. Yoongi sighed and pushed to his feet, following after the kid and snatching up the trail of boxers and t-shirts he left behind.

The kid finally reached the dryer and dumped his stuff inside. He looked like he was ready to close the lid and get started, so Yoongi nudged his foot into the back of the boy’s calf. The kid let out a yelp as he turned, eyes wide.

“You dropped all this shit,” Yoongi shoved the clothes at him. “Try doing it in two trips next time.”

“Oh,” the boy took the wet items from Yoongi’s hands, blushing lightly when he noticed all the underwear Yoongi had been carrying. “Um, thanks.”

Yoongi didn’t dignify that with a response, turning on his heel and going back to his spot in front of the washing machine. He got comfortable once again, tipping his head back against the cold metal and letting his eyes slip shut. He tried to get lost in thought, but the burning heat of the kid’s gaze was so obvious that Yoongi could think of nothing other than him.

“What do you want?” Yoongi groaned, lifting a pale arm to drape across his eyes. “Just say it and stop staring.”

“Sorry,” the kid muttered. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re still looking,” Yoongi huffed, lifting his arm and opening his eyes. The boy was indeed still staring at him and his face flamed brightly when Yoongi caught him. “Seriously, what do you want? I won’t bite your head off again, I swear.”

The kid climbed up onto the dryer and assumed the same position he’d been in earlier, chin on knees and eyes on Yoongi, “You’re very grumpy.”

“You’d be grumpy too if some idiot kid ruined the only part of your week that you enjoy.”

“It’s rude to call someone you’ve just met an idiot. Also, I didn’t do anything to ruin your week. You’re the one who got all pissed off and annoyed. I had no idea that I was doing anything wrong by bringing my laundry to a place that’s open for all people, at all hours. It’s not like there’s a sign on the wall saying ‘Monday’s at 3:45 a.m. are off-limits.’ How can you blame me for not knowing?”

The kid had a point, but Yoongi refused to give him the satisfaction of being right, “Well, now you know.”

“I’m not going to find another time to do my laundry just because you have some sort of complex,” the kid warned. “So unless you want to start coming on Tuesdays or something, you’d better get used to me.”

-

Yoongi entered the Laundromat wary and on edge the next Monday. He’d had a rough week and he really needed to relax, but he’d been tense all day. He was not looking forward to seeing if the kid had made good of his threat.

“Hi!” the boy beamed, perched on top of the washer once again. He had a red beanie pulled down over his fluffy hair and was wearing a leather jacket over a white t-shirt. He looked extremely good and Yoongi was mad at himself for thinking so.

Yoongi grumbled a greeting and reached for the washer he had used the week before.

“Wait!” the kid hopped down and smiled sheepishly at Yoongi. “The one you like is free.” He pointed down the row, “I used one over there. I was just waiting here to say hello to you.”

Yoongi huffed, then opened the lid and shoved his stuff inside. He could feel the warmth of the boy’s body next to him and wondered what the kid was waiting for. If he expect Yoongi to be eternally grateful and offer his hand in friendship, well, he was in for a surprise.

“Shove off,” Yoongi slammed the door closed, dumped in the detergent and began to dig around in his pocket for his quarters. “Quit hovering.”

“Here,” the kid held out his hand and Yoongi saw the heavy silver of the quarters that rested there. “This one’s on me.”

“I don’t need your handouts,” Yoongi snatched up the quarters anyway and fed them into the machine, stabbing his finger against the start button. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to say sorry about last week.” The kid shuffled his boot against the dull linoleum of the Laundromat floor, “I mean, I really didn’t do anything wrong. But I’m sorry anyway.”

“Apology accepted. Now leave me alone.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could talk. Maybe. Just for a bit.” There was a hopeful shine in the boy’s eyes as he looked up at Yoongi, “You’re the first person I’ve met since I moved here that doesn’t work for the same dance company as me.”

So, Yoongi had been right. He was a dancer. It didn’t change Yoongi’s annoyance though.

“No. I don’t want to talk. I come here to be alone.”

“Please,” the boy begged. “Just for ten minutes.”

Yoongi was afraid that if he kept saying no, the boy would just keep pestering him, “Five minutes.”

Yoongi sunk down into his normal spot on the floor and the boy climbed on top of the washer, a position that was becoming increasingly familiar to Yoongi. The pink haired boy shut his eyes, “You’ve already wasted thirty seconds. If you want to talk, you better hurry up.”

“Right. Okay. My name’s Jimin. I’m 19. I just moved here from the other side of the country and I’m alone for the first time and I’m absolutely terrified. Everyone at the dance company thinks I’m annoying and I’ve heard them complaining about me behind my back every day since I got here. I stopped trying to talk to them, but they haven’t stopped talking about me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be here. I want to go home.”

Yoongi opened his eyes when he heard Jimin sob. He may be grumpy and easily annoyed, but he wasn’t a heartless asshole. He climbed to his feet and clamored onto the washing machine next to the one Jimin was perched on. The younger boy had buried his face in his hands and was doing everything he could to muffle the sobs that shook his shoulders.

“This has been happening since you got here?”

Jimin nodded, lifting his face and swiping at the tears that spilled down his cheeks.

Yoogni scrubbed a hand through his pink hair and sighed deeply, “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Jimin muttered, his voice thick with sadness.

“Well, I’m sorry for acting like a jerk last week. You’ve been going through worse shit than me and I freaked out at you for no reason.”

“It’s okay,” Jimin sniffled. “You did the nicest thing for me that anyone’s done since I got here.”

Yoongi was confused. He hadn’t been nice at all.

“You picked up my stuff,” Jimin clarified. “You could have just left it on the floor, but you didn’t. You picked it up and gave it to me. That’s how I knew you weren’t really mean. You were just stressed or something. If I thought you actually were a jerk, I wouldn’t have come back today.”

Yoongi wasn’t big on touching, but Jimin looked so sad sitting there, hunched in his oversized jacket with tears staining his full cheeks. So the older boy reached out an arm and slipped it over Jimin’s shoulders, tugging the boy into his side, “I’m sorry the world is such a sucky place.”

Jimin turned his head and buried it in Yoongi’s neck, one of his small hands coming up to cling desperately to the thin cotton of Yoongi’s loose t-shirt.

Yoongi was surprised  by the strange surge of warmth that filled him as Jimin snuggled closer. Yoongi had always been a bit of a loner, keeping his feelings and desires locked inside. He didn’t like to let others get close to him. But here, with Jimin still crying softly and the whir of the washing machine underneath them, Yoongi felt himself loosening. He began to think that, maybe, caring about someone and having them care about you might not be the worst thing in the world.

-

“Morning,” Yoongi went to work shoving his clothes in the washer, sparing Jimin a small smile. The younger boy beamed at him brightly, swinging his feet like a child as he watched Yoongi.

Yoongi finished up and started the washer, climbing up next to Jimin, “Here, I got you something.”

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a handful of Starbursts, splaying them across his palm as he held them out to Jimin, “I wanted to get ice cream, but I wasn’t sure what kind you liked. So I figured this was a safer bet.”

“Thanks, Yoongi,” Jimin selected one of the sweets, ripping off the wrapper and popping it into his mouth. “And I like strawberry ice cream”

Ever since Jimin had cried in his arms a few weeks before, Yoongi had been going out of his way to make the other boy’s life a little bit easier. He let Jimin ramble on for the few hours they spent sitting in the Laundromat, let the smaller boy curl up into Yoongi’s side whenever he was feeling sad, let Jimin ask as many ridiculous questions as he wanted. It wasn’t much, and it ruined the peace and quiet Yoongi sought, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It made Jimin happy and Yoongi was slowly coming to find that Jimin’s happiness was more important than anything else in Yoongi’s life.

“How are things at work?” Yoongi asked, sucking on his own candy. “Getting any better?”

Jimin shook his head sadly. Yoongi reached out a hand, setting it gently on Jimin’s thigh. He gave a reassuring squeeze before retracting it, “Sorry you have to work with a bunch of assholes.”

“It’s okay,” Jimin offered him a crooked smile. “As long as I have you, I don’t need anyone else.”

There was a pleasant tightening in Yoongi’s heart at those words and he smiled shyly, staring at Jimin from underneath his pink bangs. Jimin laughed, reaching out and placing a soft hand on Yoongi’s cheek.

“You look cute like that,” Jimin giggled, leaning towards Yoongi. “When your eyes are all soft and you’re blushing.”

“I’ve never been important to anyone before,” Yoongi admitted, lifting his own hand to rest on top of Jimin’s. “It’s nice.”

“You’re very important to me,” Jimin breathed, moving in even closer. His full lips hovered above Yoongi’s, close enough to feel their warmth but not close enough to touch. Jimin let out a shaky breath, then shut his eyes and moved in to erase the space between them.

As soon as their mouths met, a loud buzzing sounded from the corner, startling both boys. Jimin let out a yelp and pulled away, tumbling backwards. Yoongi snagged him by the waist before he could fall off the washing machine they were sitting on. His heart was thumping wildly and he could still feel the ghost of Jimin’s lips on his own. Despite the shortness of their kiss, Yoongi was intoxicated. He needed more.

Jimin was breathing shakily, his hands on Yoongi’s chest. The older boy was still holding him tight around the waist and he nuzzled in, bashfully offering Jimin his mouth.

“Can we do that again? Please?”

“I have to check my laundry,” Jimin breathed, his soft eyes locked on Yoongi’s lips. “The buzzer went off.”

“That can wait a minute,” Yoongi whined, earning a laugh from the boy in his arms.

“Okay,” Jimin gave in, running gentle fingertips over the curve of Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi slotted their lips together, feeling more than hearing Jimin’s sharp intake of breath at the pressure. Yoongi went slowly, softly moving his lips against Jimin’s as the brunette whimpered. The younger boy was falling apart in his arms and Yoongi wondered if this was the first time anyone had shown him the care he deserved.

When they pulled apart Jimin ducked his head to Yoongi’s shoulder, shaky and unstable. He laughed lightly and fisted his hands into the back of Yoongi’s shirt, “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” Yoongi asked, his fingers running lazily over the warm skin of Jimin’s exposed neck.

“Make it feel so nice,” Jimin mumbled, his words muffled but still rich with awe. “It’s never felt that nice before.”

Yoongi smiled and tightened his grip on the other boy, “It’s never felt that nice for me either.”

Jimin sighed softly, happily, “Thank you, Yoongi. For everything.”

Yoongi buried his face in Jimin’s soft hair, inhaling the soft scent of coconut, “Coming here used to be the best part of my week because it meant I got to be alone with my thoughts. Now it’s the best part because I get to see you. I could never imagine going back to the way my life was before you were in it.”

Yoongi felt Jimin’s bright smile against his skin, “Do you really mean that?”

“I would spend every minute of my life in this stupid room listening to the stupid static on the radio if it meant I got to spend every minute with you,” Yoongi replied softly.

Jimin huffed out a laugh, “The radio really is terrible.”

“Yeah it is,” Yoongi nudged Jimin up, nodding towards the machine where his laundry waited. “Now go get your clothes.”

Jimin hopped down, sneaking back in for one more quick kiss before he skipped across the aisle to the washer, humming brightly to himself.

Yoongi watched the boy with a fond smile on his face and, when Jimin turned around to smile happily back at him, Yoongi realized that it never had been peace and quiet that he’d really needed. He’d just been too blind to see the loneliness that had been plaguing him for as long as he could remember.

And, with the warmth of Jimin’s beautiful smile, something new filled the spaces that loneliness had once consumed.

Happiness.

[smoochesforghost]

🍧? I think that's the one?

🍨 (Close enough!) - See some WIPs/designs/scrapped ideas!

Here’s a sneaky peeky preview panel from the Team Dark Halloween special! Their official Halloween costumes are so cute! (Although I couldn’t figure out how Rouge’s witch hat worked,,)

Some of my first doodles of Shadow and Rouge!! (That I decided to make an angst with but scrapped the idea altogether as I couldn’t figure out a Part 2 for it - but I might redraw/touch it up and continue working on it.) (You can REALLY see how the style’s changed for Shadow as I was trying to figure out which one looked best for him - goodness the first one ahaha,,)

Another WIP or perhaps a to-be scrapped idea depending on where I take it - another angst in the making! (”Yeah just lost in thought-” “So you weren’t listening.” “Yeah I wasn’t listening. Sorry.”)

Some more earlier drawings of Shadow (and Maria! I might give her wavier hair though - she’s a tricky one to draw!)

There’s more in store for in regards to TPN content, but that’s queued to be posted over at @ask-the-promised-neverlanders!

[yuyungi]

Oooooooh Fluff with Bucky!! “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” Please and thank you 💕

You and Bucky walked through the entrance of the theme park, and to say you were excited was an understatement. You were practically beaming with happiness.

Bucky had surprised you with tickets, the week prior, for you both to attend a horror night at the nearest theme park. It's one thing you've always wanted to do, especially when being a fan of halloween. The amount of work you've done over the past few weeks was starting to takes it's toll, so Bucky wanted to treat you to get your mind off everything even if it was only for a couple hours.

_ _ _

An hour or so had passed and after being on quite a few rides, the two of you decided to get something to eat. Bucky had pointed out a cute little food stand with benches, it had little ghost fairy lights strung above the seating area and light up pumpkins on the table tops.

You went over and chose a seat while Buckh went ahead an ordered for you both. Few minutes went by and Bucky came over to you with a tray in hand and places it on the table before sitting down opposite you.

"One basket of fries and lemonade for me lady", Bucky says with a posh accent as he hands you your meal, making you laugh and shake your head.

"Thank you Buck" you reply just before you take a bite out of a few fries. You hum in satisfaction, "these are so good!".

Bucky nods in agreement, unable to verbally answer as he has a mouth full of fries.

"Are you having a good time?" Bucky asks after taking taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?", you respond as you place your hand in his, "I'm having the best time, like just look at everything! The decorations, the costumes, the music, the whole atmosphere is incredible." You smile at him as he grins at your response. "It's like I'm completely in my element", you add which makes Bucky laugh.

With a smile on his face, he leans forward and plants a soft kiss to your lips,"you're such a dork, babe" Bucky mumbles against your lips before kissing you again.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork" you add as you place a hand against his cheek and smile. You both stay like this for a few seconds then you move forward and place a little kiss on the end of Bucky's nose which causes him to scrunch his nose and laugh quietly.

You and Bucky stayed seated and talked for a little while longer before deciding to go back to the where all the rides and attractions were. You guys passed one of those jumpscare haunted houses and the screams coming from guests that were currently going around the house caught Bucky's attention.

"Y/n let's go in here" Bucky said as he walked towards the queue that was lining up outside. He didn't realise that you were still stood a few metres back and not wanting to move.

After a few seconds Bucky realises you're not next to him, he turns to see that you haven't moved an inch and you looked a little bit scared as you just stared up at the house.

"What's wrong baby?" Bucky asks as he walks back over.

"Hmm? Oh nothing, just stuff like this gives me the heebie jeebies" you mumble.

Bucky stifled a laugh before saying, "I thought you're in your element."

You roll your eyes and playfully slap his arm as you laugh at what Bucky said, "this is different."

Bucky moves beside you so you're both facing the place. "You know it's not a real haunted house right?", he asks with a smirk on his face.

"No shit sherlock" you reply with the same tone he just gave you.

"Exactly, so what's the worst that can happen."

You bite your lip as you think about it, you look up at Bucky and you see that he's already looking at you, which calms you down.

"Come on y/n," Bucky places his arm around you, "Go with me?"

You take a deep breath and nod with a small smile, "as long as you hold my hand."

Bucky instantly intertwines his fingers with yours as you both walk over to the queue, which has now gone down quite a bit since Bucky had first joined the line.

Sentence Starters!

[preciousghoul-blog]

WakaSeo

please blacklist otpthing because the posts are turning out long!

Send a ship and I’ll give you who:

from gsnk right!! hope i didnt misunderstand and it was meant for this meme omg /sweats nervously

Gives nose/forehead kisses

SEO WOULD wakamatsu would just slowly back away in embarrassment, maybe even faint

Gets jealous the most

wakamatsu!! bc he found out about seo's voice much later than others, he only realised she had tons of admirers after that.........

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

waka has to pick seo up...... seo gets drunk too easily and even she was too loud for the bar to want to leave the drunk there (and he's too scared of her being taken)

Takes care of on sick days

ok so seo is visiting waka who's down with a fever but when she used the spare key (which she kinda forcefully demanded) waka was so horrified by her evil smirk he fainted but when he woke up a feast was prepared for him like woah she can cook

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

seo drags waka -- he apparently cant swim, but seo isnt exactly good at teaching....... waka nearly drowned 4 times that day

Gives unprompted massages

waka!! he notices these little things

Drives/rides shotgun

waka would never let seo drive

Brings the other lunch at work

seo!! waka gave up in the cooking fight; seos def better

Has the better parental relationship

...............they'd more like likely end up having to give their child up to others' custody until they go for lessons

Tries to start role-playing in bed

seo'd try, you know? after watching some gore movie and acting like the murderer and laughing then turning to see waka curling up into a ball at the corner of the bed

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

waka..................... lets not go in depth with what he does

Still cries watching Titanic

waka thinks it's beautiful. seo goes "yeah i mean its just about how a ship sank and how someone died bc they didn't know how to hold on to a piece of wood yea??"

Firmly believes in couples costumes

seo thinks its cute and funny, waka just dies of embarrassment at the mere thought

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

seo :') she doesnt spend much (bc she doesnt use much make up) and has loads loads loads of money so she'd just buy tons of...... food................

Makes the other eat breakfast

seo makes waka eat. waka thinks eating in the morning'd make him fat but meh seo doesnt care and force-feeds him but thats how he gets through the first half of his work day!!

Remembers anniversaries

both, but seo wouldnt think they meant anything (shes just good at remembering dates) but waka would have so many things prepared..................... poor waka

Brings up having kids

seo would during dinner, say it as though she was talking about the weather, "isnt it about time we had some brats running in the house?"

[shurisneakers]

I have another harmless date idea!

Miss villain texts Bucky that Jeff is moving to a remote town in the middle of Iowa. And that she is throwing a party to celebrate. She also tells him to bring Steve since T will be there. Steve and t hit it off and end up checking out a new bar that opened up in town. Reader stays behind because she wants to watch movies. Bucky stays too and they watch The Chronicles of Narnia. They both end up falling asleep when the finish Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and Bucky wakes up to find that he has the reader wrapped tightly in his arms. And because our sweet like borcket isn’t very bright sometimes he panics, softly lifts the reader off of him and leaves. Later he goes to Peter (P) for advice, and he asks Karen what she thinks. Karen says that “it seems like you love her. You should be honest with her, I’m sure she feels the sam-“

“I DO NOT LOVE HER”

“...I’ve detected twelve signs that you are lying sergeant Barnes”

Bucky angrily leaves, and most certainly doesn’t think about the reader and his love for her all night long.

a T and Karen cameo!! and pls him being angry about it is so funny to me

[afishmissinghome]

(( 🌟 :) ))

Arthur has a collection of shiny things that he keeps hidden in Alfred’s truck underneath the passenger seat, Alfred doesn’t know they are there.

For every 🌟 I receive, I’ll share one fun fact about the muse. 

[aloumighty]

luke and 4

“I’m trying to study!” you protest, pushing Luke away as his lips touch your cheek.

“Since when does studying mean skipping a date with your wonderful boyfriend?” he asks, offering his hand to pull you up off of the couch.

You sigh, placing a hand on his chest and smiling at him. “You know I have a test next week.”

“It’s a whole week away! I don’t think that one date with me will matter in the long run. Just let me have you for one night, and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the week. I promise.”

“One night?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. “How many nights this week are you going to use that line?”

He blushes. “Probably all of them. But I really mean it tonight. I’ve had these reservations for over a month.”

“What do I get if I go with you?” you giggle and his hands make their way to your waist.

“You can choose the movie next movie night, I’ll give you as many cuddles as you want, I’ll make you a snack every day while you study, and if you’re lucky, I may even let you do whatever you want to me in bed tonight.”

He wiggles his eyebrows during the last comment and you burst out laughing.

“Sounds great, all but the last part,” you tease.

The sides of his mouth twitch up and you turn around, making a run for the bedroom as you hear him chasing after you. You make it in your bedroom, shutting the door and leaning against it.

“I’ll be ready in an hour,” you call, smiling to yourself.

You can hear him sigh from the other side of the door. “Fine, but I’m gonna make sure you have your way with me tonight!”

You only giggle and move away, going to your closet. Your hear the door open and roll your eyes turning around to see Luke with a huge smile on his face.

“I have a better idea. You can have your way with me now and we can skip the date. More time for studying,” he bargains and you lean up on your tiptoes, kissing his lips.

“No, I’m looking forward to the date.”

He groans, laughing a bit on his way out the door. “It was worth a shot.”

“I’ll be out soon.”

“I’ll be putting your books away!” he shouts from somewhere down the hall.

“They’re coming right back out when we get home!” you yell back and he lets out a laugh. 

“We’ll see about that, princess. The only thing you’re studying when we get home is me.”

[alicanta77]

Jeno + Pulse

congrats on the 2k💚💚💚

tw: death, blood, murder

Jeno's fingers pressed flatly into the side of your neck, desperately searching for the beat, the signal that there was hope, that you were still alive. His fingers slipped, unable to grip onto your body as it swayed limply in his arms.

His other hand curled around your arm tightly, locking you in his grip and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on finding your pulse.

"It's hopeless." The same twisted voice that he'd heard for the past few weeks taunted his futile attempt to keep his love with him.

"Shut up!!" Jeno screamed, feeling sick at the way you rolled around in his arms as if there was nothing to you. "Stop!"

Your head lolled heavily, finally falling onto your right shoulder and facing the floor, bearing the horrible wound that was now engraved in your body forever. The mark on your neck used to be Jeno's favourite place to kiss you. The was no trace of that anymore. The dark red blood covered the place where Jeno used to pepper soft kisses after a troubling day.

It dripped down, making its way down your shoulder and staining the shirt you were wearing. Red patches bloomed on your torso, the now ripped material unable to cover the harsh slash marks that tore you to shreds.

Blood pooled around you, the ground becoming a sea of horror that Jeno would never be able to forget.

Jeno's fingers began to shake as his body finally began to accept what his mind couldn't: that you didn't have a pulse.

"You can't fight it. You never could." That same voice reappeared, driving him to the borderline of insanity. "I told you she wasn't worth risking... but you didn't listen. You never listened to me, and now look what's happened."

"Stop it." Jeno's broken whisper would have shattered the heart of anyone who heard it. But this thing didn't have a heart to shatter.

"It's your fault." Jeno could have sworn he felt the hot breath on his ear as the poisonous words spread from its mouth, spilling into Jeno's mind as his body began to shake with sobs.

"No." His voice cracked as he pulled you into him, falling over your limp body. He began to sway the two of you, repeating the same desperate word over and over, gradually getting louder every time.

It was at this moment the other boys arrived home, none of them expecting the hell that was awaiting them. They opened the door to find their best friend sitting in a pool of his girlfriend's blood, holding her lifeless body and screaming.

None of them moved. How do you even begin to approach a scene like that?

"NO!" His voice felt like it was going to explode, but he couldn't seem to shout loud enough to express the pain he was in. "Bring her back! Please! I can't- No!"

He just screamed, over and over again. He pulled you close every time he felt as though you were going to slip away and screamed.

None of the boys noticed the trail of blood droplets on the floor that led to the next room, no one heard the blood dripping from it’s fingers, hitting the ground repetitively - like a pulse.

It was still there.

And whatever it was, wasn't finished.

[kithtaehyung]

Bro, how supportive are you of your sister finding happiness in a romantic relationship? Are you going to do anything for her for valentine's day or wait until all of the chocolate goes on sale to give her something?

Bro: Uhh.. I mean, they gotta get through me first.

Bro: But real talk, I guess if the guy's alright and she's good.. I dunno. That's my sister, man.

Bro: Huh? We don't do Valentines. I get her shit for her birthday but not Valentines.

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happy val3ntans! : send in valentines to the 3tanverse!

[strafethesesinners]

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon + cooper!

Thank you!

So for Cooper’s house I picked the one in fc5 in Fall’s End that’s next to the shop. The one you can actually go inside. With the pizza box on the floor and empty bottles everywhere. Cooper is messy…..not necessarily dirty, but definitely messy. He leaves trash out longer than he should and dishes in the sink longer than he should. I would say he has the Reaping as an excuse but he isn’t actually home much during that so. He actually used to be neater as a kid when he was kind of responsible for keeping everything clean and neat or he’d get in trouble. So he’s kind of developed a “nobody’s making me do it so I won’t” attitude. He will clean up if someone is coming over, depending on who it is. Sharky? Nah but John or another date? Absolutely.

[resolvebound]

⭐

Send ⭐ for a sample of a new muse I am thinking of writing // accepting

Her thick braid of soft green hair tickled her lower back as she turned her head, sharp eyes surveying the boisterous guildhall she stood in. As her gaze found her daughter across the room once again, still happy, still safe, reassurance and relief curved red painted lips into a gentle smile. Bisca settled her hands on her hips, returning her attention back to the request board.

Following the war, people needed more help than ever, and not so coincidently, her bank account similarly needed help, so there was hardly time to rest. She skimmed the myriad of flyers pinned to the wall, attentive eyes searching for a job or two that would suit her skills or that of her dear Alzack. Tracking monsters or people, they were her preferred requests and ones she was well suited for, yet she would take on anything that she could manage safely. While in the past, she’d itched for challenging requests, adventures and fun, she now valued her family, and the promise of returning to them, more than any thrill.

Plum coloured eyes settled on a particular request. Help! Stop the bandit! The bold print was eye-catching to be sure, but it was the word bandit that held her focus. Before joining Fairy Tail, she’d been a bandit herself, a reckless thief and raider, and an arrogant one at that. Although ashamed of that time in her life, the memory did bring about a slight smile, as she recalled the turning point that brought her to where she was now. Perhaps this job would cast her as the turning point in this bandit’s life, where Erza had been it for her.

She didn’t hold out any hope or expectation for such an outcome, it would be enough just to stop the troublesome outlaw. People had been through enough without having some crook taking what little they had, she wouldn’t stand for it, especially due to her own experiences in recent years, the tough times and struggle to survive.

Decision made, she freed the relevant form from the board.

It was time to get work.

[mascdevil]

:0 could I ask for some Akira and Haru? Either one or both of them regressing is fine! I hope you get to feeling better and drink some water <3

thank you!! i am currently eating a dessert in hopes of boosting my mood

Akira doesn't often regress during school hours, but today has been a fuzzy day. He's looking for Ann and Ryuji, wandering through the courtyard in hopes that they'll appear. They don't, but Haru does - she's tending to the gardens, and when she sees Akira she smiles and waves.

Akira doesn't hesitate to head over to her, tugging on her sleeve. "...Ru..." He manages to mumble out, and her smile grows more caring, as she slips her hand into his.

"Come on honey, let's get you inside. I'm sure Makoto has a lovely colouring book for you inside the council room!" They begin to walk inside, and Akira stays close to his Ru-Ru, knowing she'll keep him safe.

[preciousghoul-blog]

Touken? If you haven't done it already, that is.

please blacklist otpthing because the posts are turning out long!

Send a ship and I’ll give you who:

nope i havent cc: this is under assumptions that they're humans!!

Gives nose/forehead kisses

flushing touka is really really cute so kaneki surprises her with kisses once in a while!!

Gets jealous the most

i would love to say they have faith in each other but kaneki got jealous over nishio once -- and he has a girlfriend for goodness sake

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

touka doesnt drink she's good and proper but she hates it when she has to pick up smelly kaneki so each time she receives a call she'd request the caller to put the phone at kanekis ears and she'd scream something only they both can understand and he'd sober up!!

Takes care of on sick days

touka usually tough out her sick days but kaneki would come to take care of her "against her will"

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

touka is insecure about her body, but kaneki'd reassure her and he'd bribe her with chocolate flavored ice cream

Gives unprompted massages

kaneki would massage touka anytime; she's too hard on herself

Drives/rides shotgun

touka'd drive, kaneki's too nice for her since he won't honk at divers who don't move it

Brings the other lunch at work

they work in the same place but kaneki would usually be the one to ask or touka'd never take a break

Has the better parental relationship

sighs both them make really bad parents and they have to depend on the manager to help them

Tries to start role-playing in bed

kaneki would try to RP nishio and touka would do kimi (she secretly wants to try a r/s like them once in a while)

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

tOUKA. she'd start showing off the skills she got from dance classes while she was young. her ballet is beautiful tho

Still cries watching Titanic

both of them cry, but touka watches it more often

Firmly believes in couples costumes

yoriko told touka couples should wear matching t-shirts. she believed her.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

probably kaneki, wanting to make touka happy bc once they passed by a store and she stared at her desired object so intently

Makes the other eat breakfast

touka would. kaneki always tries to skip breakfast bc "it's too much of a hassle"

Remembers anniversaries

this would be kaneki. touka would care less; kaneki loves her and thats all that mattered

Brings up having kids

kaneki would bc he knows touka would never