cold pint

anonymous asked:

yes! please recommend some

I feel like I can only rec taekook fics cause they’re the only pairing that I read tons of fanfics of……. I AM A TRASH YES I ADMIT AND I THINK I NEED HELP

These are from my browser’s bookmarks so I’m sure these aren’t everything, haha! Maybe I’d make a page for my fanfic addiction…..??? ALSO, I barely read fantasy!au and angst so these are probably mostly fluff and smut lol. (I’m a sucker for romance I obviously don’t experience myself.)

***bold ones contain smut, be warned!***

  • can you be (mine?) — Taehyung likes Iced Caramel Macchiatos, the Arts, and a man that vaguely resembles the Adonis statue.(i saw you at starbucks once and immediately started crushing on you and oh shit did you just talk to me? fuck im so weird you’re probably weirded out im so dead kill me now au)
    THIS MADE ME LAUGH A LOT AND I CRIED TOO BECAUSE I’M A SUCKER FOR ARTISTS FALLING IN LOVE!AU
  • come on, lattice bond — lab!au
    SERIOUSLY ONE OF MY FAVES THIS WAS SO WITTY
  • cut out all the ropes (let me fall) —  Being Korea’s most successful model has been working pretty well for Taehyung. That is, until Jeon Jeongguk appears.
  • cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) — taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best. fake dating!au
  • Date Me —  Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.
    OKAY THIS WAS REALLY CUTE I HAD TO INCLUDE IT! WARNING FOR THE FLUFFY FLUFFY FLUFF
  • Don’t Let Your Love Go To Waste —  Taehyung and Jungkook meet on Omegle.
  • Hit and Run —  Jimin and Jungkook have been the top hitmen duo in Seoul since the day they picked up their first revolvers and shot a man without a second look back. But when they cross paths with a skilled hacker by the name of Kim Taehyung, things start to change up a little.
  • I feel safe in the 5 a.m. light (love in my arms and the sun in my eyes) — And Taehyung thinks he’s never loved anyone more in his life than the boy above him who’s a little bit rough and sometimes a bit insensitive and maybe a little bit mean, but he’s also so soft and so gentle, and he treats Taehyung like he’s something so precious to him.
  • Kiss Me Hard Before You Go — fake dating!au where jeongguk and taehyung pulled the biggest prank on their friends. guess the joke’s on them! 
  • law & order —  innocent jeongguk gets distracted by cute tae in the office he’s currently working at
  • maybe we’re all just fools —  Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before.
  • Pucker Up —  Admit One: Kissing Booth Ticket
    THIS WAS SUCH A FEEL GOOD READ FLUFF UGHHHHHHHHH
  • Riptide — fwb!au + college!au + fake dating!au combo
    THIS COMBO IS PROBABLY THE REASON WHY THIS FIC BECAME ONE OF MY FAVES (ALSO ONE OF THE FIRST FICS I’VE READ)
  • Serve & Protect — After a grueling two years of police university training, Kim Taehyung is excited to join the ranks of Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency’s new recruits. But getting partnered up with senior police officer, Jeon Jungkook, just might be his biggest challenge yet.
    OFFICER JEON IS JUST SO SINFUL I CAN’T EVEN DEAL
  • Will you be my Forever? —  From the moment Jungkook turned 18, he had been excited to see the numbers appear on his wrist. soulmate!au.
    THIS WAS SLIGHTLY ANGSTY AND IT MADE MY HEART HURT A LITTLE SO………
  • you can leave a toothbrush (at my place) — fwb!au

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG!!!! HERE’S TAEKOOK TO GIVE YOU ALL THE FEELS SAKDFHGASKLDFHASD

Teammates

The pub is always a warm, welcome home for any Brit on a Friday evening. Especially on a bank holiday weekend in the middle of summer. With this fact in mind, you plan to treat yourself and sit in the local with a friend as you both nurse a cold pint 

At least, that’s how the evening should have gone anyway, had they not had last minute plans with their new boyfriend. It’s a shame, too, since it’s quiz night – and you both are usually pretty good at with your combined knowledge – though you never quite got to win first prize (usually a few free drinks).

Nonetheless, the lack of your best friend doesn’t affect the pub whatsoever as it bustles with life as people from all corners of the room chat animatedly away, most with drinks and chips sat in front of them. You sit quietly at the table in the corner, although it’s not too bad; you’re enjoying just sitting and listening to the various acts that play.

The final act finishes and the barman stands on the stage, announcing that the quiz will begin in just a few minutes and that the highest amount of team members is eight, which you find annoying since there’s only one of you.

From the table next to you, you hear an annoyed, disgruntled, “bollocks! I forgot about that!” which makes you smile and look over to them. The man groans, putting his head back. His mop of thick, wild, black hair flies around on top his head, moving with a life of its own.

“Hey, you okay?” An amused smile warms to your face as you cock your eyebrow at the man who lifts his head to meet your gaze. He gives you a slight smile back, puffing his cheeks out.

“I totally forgot it’s quiz night,” he confesses. “Usually I have a friend with me when we do this, but he’s got something or another to do. Can’t really remember what he said, honestly…”

“Well, my friend cancelled on me, too. They’re usually my teammate, but… now it’s me on my own…” A laugh escapes from you. “So, you’re not alone.”

The man perks up slightly. “Wanna be teammates? I mean, I’m not too good when it comes to these, but I guess I could help if I know things. It’s totally fine if you don’t though, I mean, it is pretty strange for a stranger to be sat here, and off–" 

"I would love to be teammates, at least we have some chance then, huh?” You interrupt the man’s ongoing ramble, making his cheeks warm to a slight pink. He grabs his drink and sits next to you, and you take the chance to introduce yourself.

“I’m Dan, uh, Dan Smith,” he says, putting his hand out – much larger than yours – to shake, which you do. He goes to open his mouth to say something else, but the quiz caller walks onto the stage before he can.

The quiz starts and the first few questions seem easy enough. “What song by so-and-so was number one during this year, and features the line of…” but as the questions progress they grow harder.

“How are we supposed to know what Humpty Dumpty actually was?” you mutter to Dan, looking over at the quiz caller feeling a pang of annoyance hit you. What sort of question is that?

“A cannon,” Dan answers definitely, taking the pen out of your hands and scribbling down the answer.

You look over at him, his tall figure hunched over the piece of paper as he writes, confusion spreading on your face. “Okay, one: are you sure? Two: how do you even know that?" 

"Yes, I’m sure. It was a cannon that got destroyed on a castle wall. I have no clue how I know it, I just do. Probably from my friend, Kyle. Anyway, I’m right.” His eyes meet yours, looking at you with confidence. “Trust me.”  

“I just can’t believe he’s a bloody canon,” you mutter, letting him carry on with a wave of your hand. “A cannon, of all things." 

The next few questions roll on easily by, and a surprisingly easy question comes up: "What is July fourteenth most famously known for?"  

Dan perks up greatly at this, a smile spreading across his face. "It’s my birthday,” he says with a bright look in his eyes, smiling at you, “That’s why it’s famous.” He scribbles down the actual answer, “Well, and besides the fact, it was the storming of the Bastille, you know, the French revolution." 

"Uh… Yeah, sure…” You mumble, which makes Dan look over at you.

“You didn’t know, did you?" 

"Not common knowledge, Smith,” you shoot back, hearing Dan laugh. 

“You never paid attention during French lessons?”

“Did anyone?“ You smile and point to the top of the sheet, where Team name: is left blank. "Maybe that should be our team name: Bastille. Sounds cool." 

"No, that’s way too self-centred. What about, like, god I don’t know. Just draw a smiley face or something, they’ll read that out,” Dan suggests, but you only shake your head. 

“No, that’s cheesy. Come on, it’s not like anyone in here knows it’s your birthday.” Taking the pen and paper off of Dan, you put down the name, hearing him mumble, “no, but I do” under his breath.

“And for the final question,” the quiz reader says, “Which US state is named on the label of a Jack Daniels bottle?" 

"Oh, I know this one!” You grin as everyone glances over to the bar, but to no use. Dan looks at you slightly amused. “Don’t judge- my dad had a bottle on the side when I was a kid for about ten years. He couldn’t stand the stuff." 

"Right,” Dan says with a cheeky grin. After about a minute or so, the quiz caller comes and collects all the quizzes, taking them behind the bar to mark them all with the barman. 

“I think we’ve done pretty well on that!” you chirp to Dan, downing the last of your drink. His is already gone.

“I think we make a pretty great team!” he replies, eyes lighting up. “And yeah, I think we’ve done pretty well, too. I also think we should cancel on our teammates next time and team up." 

"I think that’s a great idea,” you chuckle. Dan grabs his phone out of his pocket, looking hopefully at you.

“Can I, um, you know, um…” Awkward, stuttering Dan makes another appearance, and it makes you laugh.

“Have my number?” You propose, getting your own phone out. Dan smiles sheepishly, “Here, put your number on my phone and text me." 

Dan takes your phone and sets about the task. As he finishes, the quiz caller comes back on stage.

He reads out the third and second place, and Dan turns to you. "I don’t think we’ve landed on the leaderboard,” he says quietly, sounding quite disappointed.

“Shh, you don’t know that yet–" 

"And in first place is- uh- Bas-till? Bastille?” The quiz caller announces, “Yeah, whoever you guys are! Free drinks for the rest of the night." 

You and Dan cheer, earning a round of applause from the pub, although they’re not really that happy for you.

"I’ve had a really good time with you tonight, though,” Dan admits as the pub blossoms back into life. 

“I have, too. So, this time next week?” 

Dan laughs, “This time next week.”

~~~~~ fanofthebastillelife ~~~~~

To all people getting hate for shipping Pewey:

Keep on shipping!

Seriously, just keep having fun with all the fanart and the fanfic. Don’t let these winy babies rain on your parade. Don’t feel guilty for liking something they find revolting (for some reason).

Getting hate? Just block them like you would a scambot. 

and remember

Originally posted by firemango

Have a nice cold pint and wait for all this hate to blow over.


P.S. Is it weird that I pronounce it “Poo-ey”? Cause I think that it makes it a little bit cuter and dorkier…

Allison could feel her knees pretty much bruised as they finished with a standing ovation (which wasn’t all that special since there were no seats to begin with and everyone was standing anyway), the rest of the girls running backstage after they finished while Allison jogged the opposite way towards the bar. 

She had done the slutdrop Malia told her to do. She didn’t want to initially, but she said it would make the crowd go wild, and sure enough Malia was right. That didn’t mean Allison was going to walk away with unscathed knees. 

She jogged towards the bar and immediately leaned over to order a ice cold pint before accidentally knocking into someone beside her. She was still on the high, and sweat practically covered her while her throat was all kinds of dry. “Oh, sorry,” she said quickly before realizing it was one of the guys that performed just before Allison and the girls did. 

“Sorry,” she repeated, clearing her throat.

You’re a flavour of ice cream

It is summer
I eat ice cream in the bath
The water is as hot as the air
Chocolate chip cookie dough
From the grocery store
The next night
I walk through the starry heat
Step inside an ice cream shop advertising a new flavour
Butter brickle
I ask you to fill a pint for me
When you offer me a plastic spoon
I say, No thank you
It irritates me to no end when I refuse
The nice gesture of a beautiful woman
But I do say, Thank you as I leave
Cold pint in my hand
Retreat to my apartment
I run the bath
Get in
Of course I forget to grab a spoon
I’m too lazy to get out of the water
The cold on my fingers and tongue
Magical
A week later
You serve me again
It is the lull in the evening
Before customers again
We talk about the heat
Philosophy and books we’ve read
I ask you if it is okay if I tell you a secret
You nod your head
Say yes with your eyes
I eat ice cream in the bath
You utter, I do too
We laugh
You say my laugh is like a flavour of ice cream
She fills a sugar cone and says try this
And I say, Yes, I’d like to
She says, Its on me,
Stammers, I mean on the house
I am filled with a smile
Its burnt marshmallow ice cream
I lick it
Say, this is my new favourite flavour
I smile about that every once in a while

Michael Baumgart