Author: bambamisaboomyinmypants
Pairing: Namjin/Yoonseok/Vmin
Rating: All audiences
Word count: 6.2k
Genre: Horror/Thriller
Plot: It’s not what you think, just read very carefully.
Notes: This is my first fic, so I’m open to every form of criticism. If you have any questions after finishing this, don’t shy away from asking me, I’m always ready to help. This is all purely fictional, and was not meant to offend any type of audience. This story was inspired by a movie I had seen recently, I just changed the plot to make it more interesting. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. Enjoy!

Jungkook grimaced against the head-on collision of his car against the colossal of a tree ahead. He blacked out temporarily as his body jerked against the contact. When his vision came to, an ugly cloud of smoke was protruding from the car engine. He knew he was utterly screwed. He drew in a shaky breath.

What could have been worse? The fact that it was the dead of night? Or that his car busted in the middle of a forest? Or that it was raining boulders and Jungkook had no form of shelter within the vicinity?

“Kim Taehyung, I fucking hate you for doing this.” He scoffed, “What sort of emergency was it that you had me drive out at this bloody hour.” He threw the car door open and stood outside, squinting at his surroundings, as the raindrops slapped his head and shoulders. He couldn’t decipher anything, it was too dark and the thunderstorm wasn’t of much help.

He pulled out his phone. “No signal,” he muttered, “can anything possibly go right today?”

It’s as if nature heard him. Thunder boomed overhead and he nearly jumped out of his Timberlands. Nature was offended.

He calmed himself and walked on.

As if something from within the forest was calling him.


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we drank too many beers and got too scared of the dark

This is for @ghost-grantaire—based off an ask she got. It was supposed to be giggly and fun. I apologize in advance, babe ;~)

She was giggling so much that her sides hurt, holding onto his shoulders as he swayed drunkenly. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington,” she breathed, meeting his eyes.

That’s when she realised it was dark; she couldn’t see them. Nancy let go of his jacket and fumbled around for the light switch on the wall, flicking it on. A dim brightness filled the room. She turned around just as Steve lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist. He threw them both down on the bed.

Nancy was still laughing as he kissed her, because kissing a drunk Steve Harrington was like making out with a doped up dog. His warm lips pressed sloppily against her cheek, when he was really aiming for her mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, drawing away to look at her. Nancy caught her breath, pushing his hair from his forehead.

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SJM Accent Challenge
SJM Accent Challenge

Hey everyone! I was tagged by @throne-of-omg-the-feels​ and @acourtoftears, thank you for tagging me, I hate you now.

And yes, that is a picture of me (I’m on the left), and also yes, I hate taking pictures of myself alone. I don’t generally take selfies either.

I feel like I have to apologize in advance for the mess that is this recording?? I promised I would try and not ramble and that didn’t happen, so have fun listening to me fangirl and go on and on for like 20+ minutes please don’t hate me you guys.

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In light of the mountain full of ego built upon a heap of trash that’s currently at work in Washington, I thought folks might appreciate some of my tag collections for a few moments’ respite.


emergency puppies

reasons for hope

horse dinosaur things

dog mermaids

cat snakes

majestic spotted flapflaps


chicken chicken chicken

the sound of stephen colbert screaming


ladies and gentlemen I present to you: the ocean

the night is dark and full of pterosaurs

awesome ladies

awesome dudes

awesome kids



I for one welcome our new cephalopod overlords

ocean of blood

useful reference information


I have some other good ones but I thought you might like a few of these for now. Be aware that some of the people under ‘awesome’ are awesome because they stood up to/fought people, regimes, and general shit that may be disturbing or triggering; you have my apologies in advance for that.

The Night Ahead (Part 7)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: so sorry you all had to wait so long for the next part. work has been kicking my butt lately, and this part is a little longer than the others. once again, big thanks to @dreamtravelerme for german translations in this part!!  MASTER LIST

Originally posted by marvelandassociates


“ Ist das Haus bereits geräumt? (Is the house cleared yet)?” Parker demanded.

I frowned at the annoying cackle in my ear. Even though his words were barely above a whisper in my ear, it felt way too loud in the quiet house. Darkness cloaked the home like a blanket, even heavier shadows seemed to lurk in the corners. Like they were lying in wait with the silence. Even the white curtains hanging from the open window above the kitchen sink were still.

I grabbed the walkie-talkie from my belt, holding it next to my mouth as I pressed the button. “Ich hab dir gesagt, dass ich daran arbeite. Zieh jeden raus und ich werde dich in ein paar Minuten treffen. (I told you I’m on it. Pull everyone out and I will meet up in a few minutes).” I didn’t bother to hide my annoyance. We were beyond the stage of pretending to be civil to one another.

I stood with my back against the wall just outside the kitchen, which led to the sizable living room. The refrigerator hummed quietly behind me. I leaned over a little bit, glancing behind me. “Du musst dich beeilen. (You need to hurry).”

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wherever you are {m.m. x reader}

hey there!! this is my first ever fic on here so i apologize in advance for how horrible it is!! 

im willing to write for a lot of different musicals, mainly bmc and deh because im absolute garbage for both but if you have a request for a different musical just tell me!! 

i really do hope you guys enjoy this because it took me a bit to write aha 

also there are definitely time skips in this so i apologize if anything is confusing 

word count: 1,047


for a while we pretended
that we never had to end it
but we knew we’d have to say goodbye.

you and michael didn’t want to speak about your departure for college in the upcoming week. you both knew that being over a thousand of miles away from each other wouldn’t be easy. in the beginning the both of you were so willing to try, but as time grew on and college came closer, you knew it’d be for the best if you didn’t.

you spent every waking moment with each other, hardly ever wanting to leave each other’s side due to not knowing when the next time you would see each other. jeremy knew to keep some space from the two of you so you both could enjoy the limited time you had with each other.

you were crying at the airport
when they finally closed the plane door
i could barely hold it all inside

(y/n) couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard she tried. you just couldn’t imagine going to college without you boyfriend. you both told each other that ending this would be for the best but (y/n) was definitely having second thoughts.

“you know, it’s only four years. my basement is always open for you when you come back.” michael softly said as he continued to hug you, taking in the last moments he had with you.

(y/n) nodded against the taller boys chest, unable to look at him in their current state.

“all boarding to seattle, washington.”

they pulled apart from each other before (y/n) mumbled a soft ‘i love you.’

“i wish this wasn’t the way we had to end things but, you’re going to be amazing out there (y/n). go show them what you have.” michael smiled before kissing your forehead one last time. “i love you so, so much.”

you nodded before turning away and heading towards the plane. you looked back one last time at michael before heading onto the plane.

once the plane doors shut, michael felt tears start to slowly roll down his face. he shook away his tears before waving one final time to you before leaving the airport.

it wasn’t until he got inside his car when he finally let it all out.

torn in two
and i know i shouldn’t tell you
but i just can’t stop thinking of you

two months. two months since the dreaded day at the airport and two months since the last time (y/n) spoke to michael. you had wished that the both of you could at least be on speaking terms but, you thought that it’d be for the best.

you had just gotten back from a class when you flopped yourself onto your bed and began going through your social media. a few minutes later, you got a text.

from: michael smell

you silently laughed at the contact name you had put in for him before looking at the text he had sent.

‘i know you’re out doing amazing things and this probably isn’t the right time but, i just can’t stop thinking of you. i hope you’re having fun out there.’

you slightly teared up at the message before deciding not to respond, you didn’t know if that’d hurt him more than you thought it would but, you knew it was better this way, at least for now.

every night i almost call you
just to say it always will be you
wherever you are

michael waited a week for a response, seeing that you had read the message. he knew he shouldn’t have sent it in the first place but, he just missed you so much.

“maybe they’re just busy michael, don’t worry to much about it.” christine had said to him one night as he was third wheeling. michael shrugged before looking down at his phone. 

‘maybe they are busy.’ he thought to himself before he put his phone away before he could dwell on it more than he needed to.

i could fly a thousand oceans
but there’s nothing that compares to
what we had, and so i walk alone

michael had been forced to go on blind dates at the request of jeremy and christine so they wouldn’t feel as bad for michael when he would be their third wheel. 

every person he would be set up with was very nice and a few shared his love for bob marley but none of them came close to (y/n).

after the most recent double date, jeremy and michael got into a heated argument in the middle of them trying to beat a level on god knows what game. 

“you should really stop moping around here all the time and find a girlfriend because last i checked, (y/n) isnt coming back for another three years man, or they might not come back at all. i know how heartbroken and lonely you are but, it’s time to move on.” 

all michael remembered after that was screaming at jeremy to leave and crying himself to sleep that night.

i wish i didn’t have to be gone
maybe you’ve already moved on
but the truth is i don’t want to know

(y/n) had been going through old photos on her laptop, deleting some that they knew they had saved somewhere else so they would have more space.

for a while, most of the photos consisted of their family or a vacation taken years ago. 

but finally, you struck all the photos of you and michael. 

you smiled at the photos you took from your very first date and the photos from when you went on a small road trip with him to the middle of nowhere. 

it wasnt until you finally reached the last photo that you realized that you had began to cry. you tried to shake the tears away but just couldn’t seem to do so. 

you reached for your phone to call michael to tell him you needed him back and how much you’ve missed him but then you immediately began to overthink. 

‘what if he’s already found someone else?’

‘what if he hates me?’ 

‘what if he’s blocked my number?’ 

the thoughts in your head finally took over as you put your phone down and shut your laptop. 

maybe one day.

“Notice: I have bad handwriting. A child’s perspective on depression.

Hi, you don’t know me. Well, of course you don’t! I guess I’m pretty young to be talking about this topic considering I’m twelve. I apologize in advance for my errors in this story. I kinda SUCK at writing. Well anyways, here’s my personal story of depression. It started in 4th grade I think. (I’m going into 7th now). I didn’t have much friends. I was quite quirky. I rebel from the teachers and would fight back and argue. They hated me and called me things and I have no clue how and when it started but I became very tired (side effects of depression). I found out in 5th grade and started to take "happy medicine” as my mother called it. Then something terrible happened. I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. It’s NOT what you think it is. Look it up. You will be surprised. Everyone treated me differently and I had no friends for 5 months. Then I had a cancer scare because the doctors thought I had brain cancer. I’m ok, it turned out they were wrong. I moved with my family to Galveston, Texas. I don’t have a lot of friends but I try. I’m going into 7th grade now and am NOT ready. But I’ll get through it. I’m in NYC for fun now. But I got a Omnipod (insulin pump) and I can eat whenever and WHATEVER I want. I hope you enjoyed my story and have a nice day.“


Forgive me - this one is short and was completed on mobile. I apologize in advance for any errors!

“Where have you been, my love? I’ve been waiting.” That familiar voice called out. Loki found himself in a sort of hazy scene, appearing to be situated on a grand balcony. There she sat, like a picture-perfect marble statue, with her dress draped around her legs like a goddess. Her hair was flawless and her skin radiated a glow – making her glitter and gleam as he walked his way to her. Loki took a seat beside her on the bench, keeping his eyes on her every step of the way.

“I’m always here.” Loki answered, reaching his hand out to cup her cheek. She smiled warmly and tilted her head to his touch, raising her own hand to wrap her fingers around his as her eyes closed. For a few moments the two stayed silent, enjoying the company of one another. Eventually, she opened her eyes and met Loki’s gaze.

“Have you found me yet?” she asked, raising her eyebrows slightly as she reached for his other hand, taking it in her own.

Loki’s face shifted a little bit, glancing down at their hands.

“I have.” She sensed a bit of hesitance in his voice and her brow furrowed as she reached up to tilt his chin, meeting his eyes.

“You sound disappointed.” Her voice was like silk. Every word sounded more beautiful than the last, and he loved the way her lips moved as she spoke. He loved every single thing about her; he always had.

Loki bit his lip and nodded, reaching for her wrist and bringing her hand to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand, keeping his mouth against her skin as he spoke.

“You don’t seem to remember me, darling.” Loki admitted, giving her a halfhearted smile. Her face fell and she bit at her bottom lip with her teeth, tilting her head as she pulled her hand back to her lap. She watched him for a moment, her eyes tracing his face over and over as she sorted her thoughts. After a few moments, she reached out to his face again as a small, hopeful smile began to tug at the corner of her lips.  

“Well, you’ll have to help me remember, won’t you?” She asked him, tilting her head up as she held his cheek in her hand.

He smiled back and nodded at her assuringly.

“Of course.” As he moved his lips to her own, his eyelids began to flutter and the images and feelings in front of him began to fade. It wasn’t much longer before he woke in familiar surroundings – his own bed.

“How exactly am I going to do that?” He asked himself, groaning in to his pillow.

Loki was certain there would be no more sleep for tonight.

I'm coming for what I deserve and I'm planning on pissing off a lot of people too! Because apparently people find it offensive and conceited if you love and believe in yourself, so apologies in advance but I've wasted years being timid and disliking myself and I'm currently at the point of overflowing with self love, and I'm ready to get it.

- Meggan Roxanne


I made a shitpost and honestly I’m proud of it so?? 

Jeremy had been teasing Michael for being so old school and not knowing the newest trends. So Michael proves him wrong the next day ;)



Headcanon: At 14 years old Yang already looked like she was in her 20′s, leading some people to some uncomfortable realizations.

Not gonna lie, I like woke up in a cold sweat a few days ago with this dumb idea in my head, and I finished it off when I had some free time today. I think this is significantly less funny then I remembered thinking it would be. Which is about the usual for me. Enjoy! ✧・゚: *

Notable Guests and Incidents From my Career at Chick-Fil-A
  • Elderly woman in the drive thru that insisted her meal should be free because the total cost was the same as her birth year. 
  • Obligatory group of shirtless frat boys. 
  • Guy who pulled me aside and demanded to know if we wash our floors with grease because the (freshly mopped) bathroom floor was slippery. 
  • Soccer mom that intentionally poured a large strawberry milkshake onto her son’s head as punishment. She asked for a new one.
  • Kid that stood on a table and sung Let It Go uninterrupted from start to finish. She received a standing ovation from everyone in the restaurant.
  • Teenage girl that paid for a to-go order, about $45 total, entirely in singles. 
  • College-age girl that asked if it was true that we were handing out free sandwiches to gays and, if so, if she could have one. I told her we weren’t doing that promotion at our location, but I’d buy her a sandwich if she gave me her number. She politely declined. 
  • Prank caller asking if we wanted to buy weed. The manager replied by saying we had a guy that sold to us for 10$/quarter and to call back when he could match that
  • Multiple instances of kids pooping in the playplace.
  • Another prank caller asking if we sold burgers. The manager (a different one) told them there was a Five Guys across the street, so why on earth bother looking for a burger here anyway?
  • That time Arthur Darville came in.
  • Drive thru guest who regularly asks, very specifically, for “coke zero, NOT diet coke with extra ice’
  • A basketball team from a local high school got banned for using their trays to slide down the slide.
  • This happened to be the same night that the staff all stayed an extra 20 minutes after the doors were locked and took turns using a tray to slide down the slide. 
  • Guy with a southern accent that addressed me as “you with the tits,” shoved his sweet tea under my nose for a refill and then, upon noticing my murderous expression, said, “Service with a smile, darlin’,” winked, and walked out.
  • Woman who told me in a watery voice, upon observing my name tag, that her recently deceased daughter’s name was Emily too. She comes back and chats with me occasionally. 
  • My coworker, Tyquan once finished his conversation with the guests by saying “Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease!” It is now a meme and basically all of our customers know him. 
  • That time I was explaining to one of the girls what Rocky Horror Picture Show was and this elderly couple leaned across the counter with wide eyes and exclaimed “You’ve never heard of Rocky Horror!?” And proceeded to yell their favorite audience participation lines. 
  • Guy who’s on the security staff of a local college frequently comes through the drive thru on his segway. We are all on a first name basis with him.
  • A skinny fuckboy who consistently, for over two years, has always come in wearing a trilby, carrying a copy of hamlet, and ordering “Coca-Cola” instead of coke. 
  • Some redneck-type guy with no front teeth that asked me if almost everybody on the staff is “saved” (they are.) He then asked me how old I was and if I was a nice Christian gal (I’m not).
  • Guy who geek-checked me for my Keyblade necklace. He didn’t play the spinoffs.
  • I went into the low fridge one day and the stack of juice boxes had toppled over, basically burying everything else. I asked the manager what happened, and he looked at me dead in the face and said “it was an appleanche.” 
  • Stoners calling to ask if we delivered.
  • Guy who said, in a deadass tone: “If you guys call it Chick-Fil-A because the staff is all chicks why don’t y’all wear more revealing shirts?” And I honestly didn’t even know what to do because a) our staff is not all women and b) Sir do you realize that this is a heavily Christian establishment I mean christ.
  • Unknown guest who left me several napkins with pictures drawn on them, labelled “tip.” To date it is the third tip I’ve ever gotten and by far the best.
  • That time we traded four large strip trays for eight cases of White Castle.
  • Woman in the drive thru that demanded to speak with the owner because we told her that she could not get six large cups of ice for free and would have to pay for a bag of ice instead.
  • Guy in a full replica batman cosplay. He came in, walked around, took some pictures with people, and left.
  • There was a baby boomer that screamed literally right in my face because his nuggets were cold. I had shit to do though and his breath with nasty so after six whole minutes of this (I timed it) I burst into tears and told him it was just my first day. Later the manager told me that she saw the whole thing and that she almost peed herself from laughing so hard and that I wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. 

And finally…

  • Prank caller asking if we could do a birthday party for 52 lesbians.