#eyelas

[perfectkeyshop]

What would u like to do with flash eyelashes? I'm first, Wink!!😉😉😉😉😉😉 #e...

[natornitro]

Guys guys girbdherv

It’s done, it’s here, look at it!!!

This was a commission I made to @glitchysquidd on her Ko-Fi!

It’s Tele and Eyela, my lil blorbos!

The wifes are napping together!!!

[rairecs]

title: we on fire author: eyela rating: mature wordcount: 71,288 (so far) pairing: jung yunho/song mingi summary:

“Forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child’s play. This year, you’re dealing with all experienced killers.”

Mingi thought that once he’d won the Games, he’d be allowed to live his life in peace. But now, with the 75th Hunger Games tributes being reaped from the existing pool of victors, he finds himself preparing to be thrown back into the arena, this time against the likes of Park Seonghwa, Capitol darling and Prince of the Arena, Yeosang and Wooyoung, the tech-savvy duo from District 3, and Kim Hongjoong, the infamous ‘Pirate King’ from District 12.

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[dragonherder2030]

I come beating gifts. I’m very sorry for the very very inactivity of my Blog. With my schedule nowadays it’s lucky that I get any free time to even make art or message friends. So just expect big gaps of time where I am absent, then a good week or a day where I make a few posts and reblog y’all’s works.

I wish you all the best!!

[foronesweetmomentiamwhole]

I Saw Him First by Eyela

Author's summary:

The feud between the Kangs and the Jungs has gone on for generations, so long that no one even knows how it started anymore. What everyone does know is that Crown Prince San is set to choose a consort by the end of the season, and both houses are determined that their heir will be selected. The court watches eagerly to see whether the prince will prefer famously charming Jung Wooyoung or legendary beauty Kang Yeosang.

There’s just one problem – Yeosang and Wooyoung are secretly lovers.

It’s already stressful having to act like they despise each other in public, but having to pretend to compete for the prince’s heart may be more than their relationship can handle. Tension and jealousy are building, especially when the prince starts showing interest in both of them, and before they know it, the fight for Prince San is becoming alarmingly real.

Chapters: 1/1

A sweet lil "historical" piece and fun read. <3 Glad the throuple managed to come to a satisfacting solution to their dilemma in the end. A winkeu~

[yourbleedingh3art]

Ughhh when the philosophy youtuber is stuttering too much and using too many ums and ahs I CANT GET HIGH TO THIS

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Send Nudes

Moodboard made by me

Pairing || Fuckboy!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || Bucky took it literally when you told him to take your nudes himself, so he arrived a few minutes later.

Text messages; Bucky || Reader

Word Count || 1271

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Mild Angst — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (babe, baby, baby girl), taking nudes, oral (female receiving), teasing, sex denial, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

AU!Bucky Masterlist

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Your phone pinged with a message, making you put down the laundry you were folding so you could answer, but when you saw who it was, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

From: Don’t even think about it 🍆

You knew you shouldn’t answer. He was honestly not worth it—playing and toying with your feelings like the fuckboy and player he was, but he always gave it to you so fucking good every single time.

He had such a charm about himself that he always managed to ensnare you in his trap with pretty and special words, making you fall all over his dick, then he ghosted you for weeks until he reappeared in your DM’s a while later, and you always succumbed to it.

Hi baby girl 😘

Hey ☺️

Whatcha doin?

Folding laundry wbu?

Just think about you 😈

Yea? Such as?

How fuckin pretty and beautiful u are 🥵 How fuckin crazy u make me 😩

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes once more at his empty words and confessions. It was all a game—a well-thought-of play to get into your panties, and it was sad to admit, but it was working; you always fell for it—a never-ending cycle.

Mhm 😙

Send me a pic of your face? I’ve missed you!

You might as well. You took a quick pic, giving him your most appetising smile and a hint of your cleavage in the low crop top you wore.

Shit babe 🤤 so fuckin gorgeous! Send some more? Send nudes baby please 😩 u drive me crazy 🤪

“Ugh, really?!”

You don’t know why now, of all things, after he requested nudes, a light went on in your head—finally realising that he was not worth it at all and that you would never get anything good out of this toxic “relationship”. It would only bring heartbreak, complications and confusion.

All he did was request and demand without giving anything valuable in return. You were so done with that. Fuck him!

Ugh 🙄 take them yourself 😡 Bye!

You tossed your phone to the side and ignored the remaining messages that pinged one after another.

It didn’t cross your mind that the reply could have a totally different meaning to him than what you had intended…

10 minutes later

There was a loud knock on your front door, followed by the doorbell ringing four times in a row. You groaned in annoyance at whoever was so rude to come to your house like that—so demanding.

You put on some shorts and went to answer whoever it was.

When you opened the door, he was there—panting and heaving as he held up the last message you sent him.

“I’m here, baby girl.”

“Oh, Bucky.” He thought you were being serious in your text.

He just stood there, waiting for you to invite him in so you could get to it. You checked him out as he stood in your opening. You chewed on your bottom lip as you cocked your head to the side, your hip in the other direction.

God, he did look fucking good. You can’t deny that your heart and pussy skipped a beat as you took in his muscular arms in the white Wife Beater. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his toned body look more defined. He was so yummy.

Since he was already here, so willing and eager, you may as well toy and play with him since he always played you. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Grabbing his collar, you pulled him into your narrow hallway and closed the door behind you. A cocky smirk was plastered on his stupid and pretty face. You bat your eyelashes at him and bite your bottom lip, making him lick his own as you get up in his face.

“You want it, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded eagerly.

“Well then…”

He watched you with wide and desiring eyes, mouth slightly parted, as you slowly removed your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs as you moved your hips sensually. With your back to one wall, you hoisted one foot on the opposite, exposing your naked pussy to him.

“… get to it.”

“Fucking shit, baby.”

He got down on his knees till he was level with your core, in absolute awe at the sight as he cursed under his breath. You saw his fingers twitching, wanting to touch you, but there could be none of that.

“Only look, no touching.”

He groaned out at your denial, not happy with it, but respected your wishes—loving the game you were playing.

With his phone pointed to your wet core, he took pictures, complimenting you with each snap.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby, my God.”

“So fucking wet for me.”

“You’re so fucking sexy; you know that?”

You combed your fingers through his hair as he snapped your pics—becoming so needy and aroused with each word he uttered. You would make him worship this pussy—it’s what you deserve after how he’s treated you the last few months.

Fisting your fingers in his hair, you moved him closer to your aching core.

“Eat me out, make me feel good. Show me how much your words mean, Bucky.”

He groaned at your lewd words and licked your folds in broad strokes as you’d desired. He moaned as he got your taste on his tongue, the vibrations making you shudder against the wall. He raised his hands, wanting to touch and knead your soft skin, but you swatted them away.

“Nuh-uh, keep your hands down. I only need your mouth.”

He groaned out once more and closed his eyes to concentrate fully on you—sucking and licking the entirety of your pussy.

Your other hand gripped his hair as well, keeping him in place, as you rocked into his assaults on you, closing your eyes in bliss as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck,” your breathing hitched in your throat, “oh, just like that baby,” you mewl in pleasure.

Your head smacked against the surface behind you while your eyes shut tight. You cried out as you came hard on his tongue. Your knees weakened as you convulsed against the wall at the intense orgasm.

“O-oh, baby.”

You pet his hair while he lapped you up, savouring your flavour, moaning at the taste.

“You drive me insane; you know that, baby girl?”

“Mhm.” You had the biggest smirk on your face. You had him exactly where you wanted him, all wrapped around your finger, as you’d been on his so many times before.

He got to his feet, running his hands up your thighs, over your naked hips, and then grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He leaned in to kiss you, wanting to progress this even further, but you placed your palm on his chest and pushed him away.

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, Bucky.”

“What?!” He threw his hands up. “Oh, come on, baby girl, you know I give it to you so fucking good every time.”

He displayed that same cocky smirk on his face as before, leaning in once more to try his luck, but we’re denied again.

“I don’t think so, playboy.”

You pulled up your underwear and shorts before you grabbed his collar and dragged him to the entrance, kicking him out of your house.

“What? Are you serious? Babe, come on.”

“I’m not your, babe. Bye, Bucky.”

As he tried to beg some more, you closed the door on him, chuckling evilly as you walked away.

Now it was your turn to ghost him.

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[chiiyuuvv]

can you write about seeun & reader & they are best friends and one night they went to convenience store together to get food but when they were about to leave they realized that it was like pouring but reader didn’t bring any umbrella or jacket so seeun gave reader his only jacket and ig it liked made the reader flustered and then like they played in the rain a little then maybe like seeun confesses to reader then they kiss & start dating maybe??

CONVENIENT STORE - SEEUN °

• PAIRING — bestfriend!seeun x gn reader (kinda whiny)

• GENRE — bestfriends to lovers, brief kiss in the rain, a shit show that i somehow managed to write

• WORD COUNT — 730

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — this writers block is insane. Like i have 2 more requests that i ALREADY planned out, yet i STILL am having a hard time writing. Anyways i know this was shit but there prob would be a part 2 (bc of my seeun bestie) so stay tuned

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"Hey.." you eyes flutter open as you feel your body shake. "Go put on some shoes." a voice whispers in your ear, before walking out of your room and closing the door.

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And now you were walking with seeun, his arm wrapped around yours as you rubbed the sleepness out of your eyes. "Sleepy head." He chuckles, ruffling your hair as he drags you to a convenient store.

"Why.. are we here again?" You yawn, shutting your eyes as the bright lights blind you. "To hang out." He simple answers, grabbing a bag of chips and passing it to you. "We hung out yesterday." You reply.

"I missed you." He smiles with a shrug. "And just so you're not sitting down doing nothing all day." He adds, his hands lacing with yours as he drags you to the soda section. "Now do you want blueberry or grape?"

"Blueberry." You answer, your eyebrow raising. "You're acting different today.."

"Because im with my favorite person."

"What do you want??" You cross your arms. seeun wasnt just being nice without any reason; he probably wanted something from you

"To hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world." He leans down to your level, his nose booping with yours as his sparkly eyes stare at you. "I-" you gulp.

"You two are such a cute couple." A random person comes from beside you, grabbing the drink you were just about to take with a small bow.

"Oh we arent-"

"Thank you!!" Seeun smiles brightly, waving at the girl before taking a strawberry soda and walking away. "Yah!!" You run after him, bumping into his shoulder as you stomp like a child. "What was that for?!" Your arms cross again, a light blush on your cheeks that you just wish wasnt there.

"Aww you look so cute~" seeun pinches your cheek to piss you off further, paying for the food with one hand, opening the bag of chips and stuffing one into your mouth with the other. "Come, come!!"

He drags you to a little sitting area behind the store, stuffing another chip in your mouth to keep you from talking. "Isn't today just nice??"

"It would be nice if you just told me what was going on." You huff, wiping a crumb from your mouth. "Then thats no fun." Seeun opens his drink, looking up at the sky. "Looks like its gonna rain.." he mumbles under his breath, more so to himself.

"It's gonna wha-"

"Lets go!!" He claps his hands, stopping your sentence as he throws the wrappers in the trash. Grabbing your hand, he walks you back to the sidewalk. "I can walk properly on my own, you know." You shake your hands from his, a pout on his face.

"Come on, pleasee??"

"Nope."

"My pookie wookie bear cherry on top-"

"Absolutely not." You cut him off, running ahead of the boy as he laughs. His arms wrap around your shoulders to slow you down, your back hitting his chest as he lifts up your head; his shiny eyes staring back into yours with a silly smile.

"Lemme walk you home." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead when a water drop falls on you. "Eww, did you just drool?!" You exclaim, getting out of his hold.

"No, there was just a drop of water and-" a drop falls on his eyelash. "Why is there- oh yeah its raining." He deadpans, answering his own question as the rain starts to get a bit heavier.

"Well are you just going to stand there?? Its cold.." you rub your arms, turning around to find the boy still not moving for shelter. "Well then take my jacket." Seeun slips off his jacket, passing it to you.

"What, no, you're going to get cold too."

"No, it's fine, take it." He shakes the jacket around for you to take, sighing when you still shake your head no. "Fine, how about we make a deal, you'll wear this jacket and I'll keep myself warm."

"And how would you do that??" You look at the boy confusingly, stepping back when he steps towards you. "Like this.." he whispers before cupping your face, and placing a soft, short kiss on your lips. You get a faint taste of strawberry when he pulls away, his face redder than what he drunk.

"I definitely feel warm now."

[sunbaby01]

Domecisity

Just JJ Maybank getting the normalcy he deserves <3

Living the life JJ did with his dad, domesticity wasn’t something he was used to. He was used to cold dinners and harsh words before going to bed in a pit of sadness. And then Sadie came along, quite literally being his light in the dark. It was like she was made for him. And him for her.

Sadie never liked to pressure JJ into talking about his home life and how it felt now his dad had left, if he did talk about it, it would be when and if he wanted to. But she still knew how bad it got, she hated knowing her love was all alone, going back to that house with those memories, so with zero hesitation she opened her door and he jumped at the chance. It’d only been a week since JJ had officially moved in and their nights had been filled with sharing the food she bought home from working with Kie and watching some funny movie on tv before sleeping, waking up, going to work and doing it all over again. Bliss.

But now she had the week off and with JJ out for a few hours she’d been grocery shopping, and buying a few extras to make their time together special. The fridge was now stocked with both of their favourite snacks and ingredients for tonight. Homemade lasagne using the recipe her mother had taught her. Pure comfort food.

She’d gotten to work the second she’d got home preparing all the food and popping it in the oven ready. She grabbed the pictures she’d printed and replaced the ones already there so pictures of them were dotted around their house, laid the table read for them to eat, lit a candle and placed his tiny wrapped gift next to his bowl.

Having just got the food out the oven and dished up, the door knocked. No matter how many times she said she’d leave it unlocked for him, he made her lock it for her safety. Secretly he loved being met at the door by her.

The moment the door was opened they wrapped one another in a hug both sighing at the contact, she’d swear that she could feel JJ’s tension leave his body.

“I have a surprise” she mumbled into his neck.

“Oh really?” he pulled back and quirked a brow looking down at her, thinking about the previous surprises he’d received from her.

“Stop it,” she laughed, “close your eyes”

“What?” He was confused now.

“JJ please close your eyes, I won’t let you trip, promise” she asked again and nodded sure of herself.

JJ warily closed is eyes and latched onto her hand allowing her to guide him down the small hallway and into the kitchen/living area. The smells that filled the air already had his mouth watering.

“Okay…open” she said nervously. He slowly opened his eyes and his jaw dropped. Looking around the room there were photos of them everywhere, their playlist playing in the background that they’d made for long journeys and then his eyes zoned in on the small table for two. A candlelit dinner, two bowls of fresh homemade lasagne sat waiting for him with a small gift too. He discretely pinched his leg. This was real?

His legs gave way and he fell to his knees bringing a worried look into Sadie’s face.

“J, are you okay? Do you not like it? Shit, I know it would be a bit much. I’m so sorry-“

Oof!

She was cut off by JJ shuffling forward and wrapping both of his arms around her waist and his head placed against her stomach. Tears stung his eyes and he held onto his girl feeling more at home in the last week than he ever had in his life.

“I love you…so much” he said sniffing slightly and looking up at her.

“I love you more J” she pressed a kiss to his forehead and holding him for a moment before helping him up and over to the dining table where he watched her every move as she stepped to the fridge and grabbed him a beer, scared this was still somehow all a dream. Until she bought it over to the table and pressed another kiss to his head before sitting down.

“It might be too much now but I got you this…” she nudged the gift towards him and with a shakey hand he picked it up, looking up at her through his eyelashes before opening it.

“I thought it was about time you had your own key to your home” she smiled gently and right then he knew this was the girl he was going to marry. She’d given him so much in one night, so much domesticity and so much normalcy that he wanted this with her forever.

“Did I mention I love you?” He breathed.

“Every time you leave the room”

[rumor-weed]

Secret Santa gift for @madame-blueberry

“How do I look?” Bob asked, adjusting his tie and nervously fiddling with the collar of his suit. “Ya look great, Bob! Don’t sweat it!” Larry chirped, smiling at his best friend from behind him in the mirror. “It’s a big day for her; I don’t want to disappoint.” “It’s a big day for both of you,” Larry pointed out. “You’re both getting married. To each other!” “I know, but Megan’s so worried about everything being perfect. It has to be perfect for her.” “Does it, Bob? Or are you just usin’ Megan as an excuse?” Bob stiffened at the accusation, and without turning around, he nervously laughed, “What do you mean?” “I mean, I think you’re the one nervous, and you’re the one who wants it to be perfect. You’re treatin’ this like one of the shows! Ya can’t direct your weddin’ -” “I can too!” Bob blurted out, indignant, before catching himself. “I mean, I - for her, not because I -” he broke off abruptly, and he said, “So what if I want it to be perfect? It’s supposed to be grand and beautiful, and… and I had this planned for so long, since I was a kid, and…” Larry nodded and said, “I know, Bob, but you’re too close to the worry to wedding - err, the wedding to worry. Nothin’s gonna go wrong!” “What if she changes her mind? What if she realizes she doesn’t like me like that?” Bob fretted. Larry gave a half smile. “Really, Bob? Ya don’t think she loves ya? She’s Madame Blueberry. She gave up a career on Broadway to work with ya on the show. She had that role in the Funny Girl revival - we couldn’t escape her singin’ Don’t Rain on My Parade whenever she had a minute to practice, and she gave it up to do more shows with you when you offered.” “Well, she failed that audition like, three times, but I get it,” Bob said, and he sighed. “Well, what if she comes to her senses? What if she realizes she can do better?” “She wants ya Bob, and what Megan wants, Megan gets. I don’t wanna be the one who has to go out there on your behalf and tell her ya got cold feet.” “Won’t be the first time she’s shot the messenger, but I made her promise not to bring her pistol this time,” Bob said. “If that makes it better.” “Nope, I’m not takin’ the chance, Bob.” “Is everyone else ready? The - the ring bearer, and the flower girl - are they -? Do they have the ring? The flowers? Do they know what to do?” “Egg Boy and Bathroom Girl are very capable, don’t worry!” “I’m nervous, Larry. What if I forget what to say when I see her?” “I’ll mouth the words to ya,” Larry said, adding, “I even wrote down what I remembered of your vows, so in case ya forget, they’re right here.” Bob turned and took the piece of paper from Larry, and he smiled tearfully. “You’re such a good friend, I - wait a minute,” he looked down at the paper and narrowed his eyes. “Larry, these aren’t my vows! These are just lines you wrote down from that weird Victorian play that predicted 9/11.” “Oh! Yeah, but they’re pretty romantic!” “I’m not reading these to her. I remember my vows; it’s fine,” Bob said, handing Larry back the note. There was a knock on the door, and Nezzer popped his head into the room. “Hope you’re ready - everyone’s seated, and it’s time to start.” “Okay, we’ll be right out. Thank you, Mr. Nezzer.” Bob answered hurriedly, waving him off. “You ready, Bob?” Larry asked as Nezzer left. Bob thought of Megan then: her laughter, smile, sparkling eyes, and cruel but playful teasing. He loved every moment with her, and he would love every second of their future. “You ready?” Larry repeated, looking concerned at Bob’s hesitation. Bob smiled then. “I’m ready. In fact, I can hardly wait.”

-

The wedding had gone off without a hitch, and it was as beautiful as Bob had hoped for, though not nearly as beautiful as his new wife was. Wife. He loved that he could call her that now. He rolled the word around in his mind as a tired Megan slumbered beside him in their wedding bed. Even now, he admired her beauty, gentle and slow breathing, fluttering eyelashes, and content, resting frown. Her blonde wig had been set aside, and her dark brown curls draped across the silk pillowcase. He was also tired from the wedding, but the day's excitement kept him awake, replaying the ceremony on a seemingly endless loop. It starts when he sees her walking down the aisle, her cheeks glowing pink and her elegant wedding dress and veil seemingly designed to rival Princess Diana’s in glamour, making her appear as if she is effortlessly floating among the flower petals. His first instinct is to draw his breath in awe and hold it until his heart begins to beat again. It fast-forwards then to when she’s standing in front of him, and instinctively, he reaches out to gently brush her cheek with the back of his hand affectionately. She doesn’t complain that he might ruin her makeup; she merely smiles, her eyes crinkling joyfully at the edges. Suddenly, he’s aware the officiant is speaking, and he remembers that there’s an audience, though, for the moment before, he would’ve sworn it was just the two of them. They say their vows, and he recites them without fail, and when it’s her turn, he finds himself hypnotized by how she forms her red-stained lips around each accented word and how she sews a tiny smile into each syllable. He savors the moment again when they share their first kiss as a married couple, pressing his lips into hers, melting a little when she embraces him passionately. He feels a little chill run down his spine. Before he knows it, his memory has caught up to the reception. He only steps on her foot once, clumsily, because he is too busy staring into her eyes to watch his feet. They laugh it off, and as their dance ends, she kisses him again, and his heart soars. This memory melts away, and he returns to the ceremony, watching her glide towards him down the aisle. This time, he is awoken from this memory by a sleepy, murmuring voice, “Robert, go to bed, mon ange.” “I’m sorry, Megan. Did I wake you?” “Non, but it’s been a long day. You should sleep. We have our honeymoon tomorrow. I cannot wait to show you Paris, but it is a very long flight.” Bob sighed, snuggling under the covers with his wife. “I love you.” “And I you,” she answered with a smile, curling up against him, “Or else I wouldn’t have married you. Now, goodnight, I am very tired.” He chuckled and kissed her goodnight on the forehead, and he closed his eyes and let his memories turn into dreams.

[schleichoftheday]

Today's Schleich is:

70527 Eyela's Royal Foal [2016 - 2018]

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

a gentle touch (beauyasha week day 3)

Prompt: Pride @beauyasha-week read on ao3

The rain falls softly down on the roof and against the windows. Various buckets are scattered among the rooms, revealing holes that have yet to be patched up. Rain water cascades down the windows like tears, if Yasha looks hard enough she thinks she can see a woman’s face in the rain. Though it might just be her own.

She sits on the end of the bed, her hair damp at the roots where the rain hit her before getting inside. Her eyes are locked on the window as she slowly uses a damp rag to wipe the dirt from the garden off her hands. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, long and white now. She’s wearing a pair of soft sweatpants and an even softer t-shirt. 

She should be nothing but comfortable and happy and warm, and yet this melancholy feeling finds it’s way under her nails and in her ears and digging under her skin. 

Both of the kids are spending the night with their Aunt Jester and Uncle Fjord, leaving Beau and Yasha home alone. Normally that would mean a date night but when Beau came home, Yasha hadn’t realized how late in the day it had gotten. She had been gardening until it started raining. Then she went inside and sat at the kitchen table until she heard the door open as Beau came home.

Rain clouds circle her head, she can almost hear the thunder rumbling. But the rumbling ceases at the same time the shower turns off in the adjoining bathroom.

A few moments later, Beau walks back into the room. She wears nothing but a towel around her shoulders to catch the water still dripping from her hair. Yasha finally tears her eyes away from the window to look at her partner, vulnerability written in the heaviness in her eyes and the slight furrow in her brow.

Beau smiles softly and steps towards Yasha, standing between her legs and putting a hand softly on her cheek.

“My hands are dirty,” Yasha tells her softly.

“That’s okay.” Beau leans down and kisses her slowly, running her hands against Yasha’s neck and shoulders tenderly. Yasha sighs softly against her lips, lifting her still dirty hands to Beau’s waist with that permission given. When they pull apart, Yasha leans her head against Beau’s sternum. “You okay, babe?”

Yasha nods, pressing a kiss to Beau’s chest as Beau lifts her hands up to Yasha’s hair. “I love Cricket and Imdrin so much, but sometimes I just need a break. Does that make me an awful mother?”

Beau shakes her head, “You’re a wonderful mother, Yash. Those kids love you more than anything, but this is still new to both of us. You’re allowed to be exhausted and to need a break. That's exactly why they have so many aunts and uncles.”

Yasha laughs and looks up at her partner with exhaustion in her eyes, “I love you.”

“I know,” Beau smiles and kisses her again. “Do you want to take a bath?”

She hums, “Will you sit with me?” No part of her wants to be alone right now and besides, she can probably convince Beau to braid her hair for her.

“Always. I love any opportunity to see you naked, you know that.” Yasha rolls her eyes at Beau and pinches her side with a laugh. As their laughter dies down, Beau takes Yasha’s cheeks in her hands and kisses her again. “I’m so proud of you.”

Yasha frowns up at her, almost whispering as she asks, “Why?”

Beau shrugs, “How far you’ve come. Not punishing yourself for how you feel, not burying it. I’m proud of you every single day, Yash. When I see you gardening and with the kids and teaching Cricket how to read and Imdrin how to tie his shoes. There’s still so much fight in you, Yasha, but you’re using it to help our family and I couldn’t love you more for that.”

Yasha pulls Beau closer, once against closing her eyes as she leans into Beau’s chest. Yasha isn’t good with words sometimes, she can be awkward and tentative and can stumble over her thoughts. But by now, Beau knows how to read what Yasha doesn’t say just as well as what she does. 

So the two of them just stay there for a long moment, Yasha’s eyelashes ticking Beau’s bare skin and beau gently massaging Yasha’s scalp through her thick hair.

“Come on,” Beau tugs the roots of Yasha’s hair gently. “Time for a bath. And then,” she lowers her voice a bit, “figure out how exactly to spend a night without the kids.”

Yasha chuckles, “Knowing you, you already have plenty of ideas.”

“Maybe, you’ll just have to wait to find out,” Beau teases as she pulls Yasha to her feet. Yasha keeps her hand in Beau’s as she allows herself to be pulled into the still humid bathroom, the sounds of thunder growing quieter and the heavy clouds around her starting to dissipate.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

now it’s your turn to blush.

did jungkook just ask you out? and did he reveal that he’s SINGLE?!

turns out the rumors aren’t true, but he still could be talking to the mother of his seol. you just want to make sure you aren’t overstepping any boundaries with jungkook. well, you are overstepping A LOT of boundaries but that’s your problem. you’re always cautious, always working, always into planning ahead instead of letting loose. since it’s a dinner you can’t let too much loose but you can’t remember the last time someone has asked you on a date. mainly because you turned every last person that asked down.

“w-wow” you stutter “i’m-i’m flattered mr. jeon but i don’t know. i don’t think it would be appropriate. i’m your son’s teacher and wouldn’t it be weird to go on a dinner date with your teacher?”

your argument is valid. being on a date with your school teacher is very awkward but if there’s anything jungkook is good at, it’s manipulating you. he’s trying to woo you here, and sometimes you need an extra push to give him the answer he’s looking for; the answer he wants.

you let out a sigh “fine, i’ll come but please do not tell anyone about this. people gossip about you sometimes” you joke but jungkook is aware of the glances he receives when he bursts through the doors of the school like maniac. from the moment he first arrived all eyes were on him but you were the only person to catch his.

from the multiple beauty marks littered on your face to your pixie cut and your banging body, you’re definitely a catch (pixie inspo: https://pin.it/5W2Gi8ZOb). despite your physical beauty, your love for his son, seol tops everything because you treat him like he’s your own. he does influence seol to love you like you’re his biological mother but that’s because one day you and him will give him a sibling, jungkook is sure of it.

“before you go, i wanted to talk to you about seol’s behavior lately. today he had a great day. he played nice with his friends, still clingy but he didn’t hit anyone but i wanted to warn you that if there’s no change in his behavior…seol will get suspended from school for two days”

the look on jungkook’s face is hard to watch. you feel bad and now that you’re aware of him raising seol on his own (maybe), he probably feels as though it’s his fault when it isn’t (it is).

“he’s possessive, mr. jeon and you know i love your son. i really, really do but the hitting has to stop. is seol your only child or are you and his mother planning on having another kid? some children experience behavior changes when their family is welcoming another child, so it’s completely normal”

you’re only asking to clear your mind about this ‘baby mama drama.’ jungkook made it very clear that he’s a single man but what about being a single parent too? coparenting?

you need answers.

~🫧

(ofc you can imagine mi!y/n however you like but for me? she’s got a pixie cut 😊 only because that style is so rare on this app)

Jungkook leans back, his eyes still set on you. “you are my sons teacher not mine so? It’s not weird.” he clears out, why are you even concerned about the fact that you’re overstepping your boundaries with him when he wants you to do that?

You are very aware, to notice the gossip that people do about him but you’re not aware enough of the fact that he likes you a lot, he’s liked you for the past year.

And he’s actually kind of embarrassed about Seol’s behavior lately, he never taught his kid to hit people, so he’s definitely going to talk to him about it, but the fact that you’re so worried about him has him gushing internally.

You don’t know about Seol’s birth giver do you? Well, it is about time that he lets you know the whole story. Also, can you just let him celebrate about the fact that you agreed to go to the dinner with him?

Jungkook sighs, sitting up, fixing his posture, so he can lean closer to you. “How do I say this? It’s really hard to raise a child completely on your own.” He bats his eyelashes, looking at you, so you’ll pity him.

he scoffs when you ask him if he’s going to give Seol another sibling… what the heck, why would he? Unless you’re talking about you- but you’re not.

And when was the last time he got laid? Maybe two years ago.

“I juggle having a job and bring a single parent.”

“Uh what?” He laughs, getting all awkward? So all this time you were busy thinking that he was in a relationship? Wow… what even gave you the idea?

“Ms yn… Seol’s biological mother died while giving birth to him… and we weren’t ever in a relationship.” He sighs, folding his arms across his chest. “she was actually a sex worker I met- we had a one night stand and I was too drunk to use protection.”

He was way too sad that night, and he had gulped down all the alcohol he could have. He is trying to read her face. Are you going to judge him for this? “I was just 21.. I had a fight with my father because of my sister.” He doesn’t get along with his father.

But he loves his mother and sister. “can you believe I didn’t even know that woman’s name- it was a stupid meaningless night, but… I got to know that she was pregnant at the hospital after she had died… I don’t even know how the hospital staff found me, but they had called me the night he was born..” he shakes his head.

“I did do a DNA test and he’s my son-it’s pretty obvious because he looks just like me.” He was Really scared when He got to know about his son because he was just 21 without a job or parenting experience.

He literally leeched off his parents, and when his father found out about jungkooks son?? he kicked him out, but you don’t need to know that not right now at least. “I…I am so sorry that he’s been misbehaving… I try to make sure that he turns out good but it’s hard because he doesn’t have a female influence in his life- specifically a maternal influence.”

“He doesn’t have a mommy.”

“Him and I- we’re all we have.. we both lack a female figure in our lives, Ms yn… you must’ve noticed how he called you mommy? that’s because he feels your love with you he doesn’t really get to experience of our circumstances… he thinks of you as his mother because I don’t even know why, but I don’t have it in me to burst this little bubble of his.”

“And I don’t have a lover- no one.”

“he’s really happy with you. So I hope you understand but I’ll make sure to talk to him about hitting his fellow kids or anyone is not OK.”

He sighs sadly once more.

“maybe he’s possessive of you because he doesn’t want to share you and it’s hard for him to see you love some other kid that probably has a mother.” He looks away from you, “but if you want, I could always let him know that you’re not his mother… and he will stop being so possessive about you.”

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title: i saw him first author: eyela rating: explicit wordcount: 27663 pairing: choi san/jung wooyoung/kang yeosang summary:

The feud between the Kangs and the Jungs has gone on for generations, so long that no one even knows how it started anymore. What everyone does know is that Crown Prince San is set to choose a consort by the end of the season, and both houses are determined that their heir will be selected. The court watches eagerly to see whether the prince will prefer famously charming Jung Wooyoung or legendary beauty Kang Yeosang. 

There’s just one problem – Yeosang and Wooyoung are secretly lovers.

It’s already stressful having to act like they despise each other in public, but having to pretend to compete for the prince’s heart may be more than their relationship can handle. Tension and jealousy are building, especially when the prince starts showing interest in both of them, and before they know it, the fight for Prince San is becoming alarmingly real. 

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[a-not-so-sure-artist]

Hey sorry I haven’t posted in like 3 days anyways here’s some Alex content because I feel like I don’t make enough of this graceful creature

Me before and after my grandma says I’m a handsome young lady

“Ok Alex I’m almost done let me just add your eyela—”

“AAHH—!”

“Bad Alex >:(”

Felt bad for her so we both made up and I gave them a milkshake to drink

He’s all better now! :)

[ateez-ficrecs]

Unrealistic

Author: Eyela

Ship(s): Yeosang/Mingi

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Space, Misunderstandings, Mistaken Identity, Androids, but not really, Getting Together

Summary:

When the spaceship Destiny gains two crewmembers, it’s natural that Mingi, as the technical maintenance officer, takes the new android under his wing and starts giving him jobs around the ship. He’s not quite sure what model ‘Yeosang’ is, but he’s clearly very advanced, with a high-quality humanoid body, a large database of information, and high enough artificial intelligence to hold full conversations, even if he’s still a little stilted and awkward sometimes. He almost makes a convincing human. Too convincing, in fact – before long, Mingi realises with panic that he’s starting to catch feelings for a computer who can’t possibly reciprocate them. Meanwhile, Kang Yeosang, regular human with a lot of random knowledge, a good brain for maths, and a tendency to stare blankly into space, is enjoying all their time spent in the engine room together, and quietly hoping his crush on Mingi might just be mutual.

Notes: i have genuinely no idea how, because i don't think i followed the author on twitter before, but i came across the first prompt for this fic there and have been dying to read it since! it's just as cute as the first tweet implied.

the author chose not to tag because, yeah, it's never mentioned by name, but yeosang is autistic (or autistic-coded i guess) and it's very important for the plot in the cutest and most natural of ways.