elevator bed


Full of fresh, original tiny house ideas, this 24 foot long rustic modern tiny dream home on wheels has it all … and open space to boot! Featuring a ceiling bed with automatic lift, convertible lounge area, flip up desk piece, clever sliding closet in the shower, sliding pantry shelf, hidden laundry, and much, much more, this tiny house achieves modern comfort in an open concept floor plan.


Murder on the Orient Express cast on shooting the film [x]


Tina Turner at her home in View Park, California circa 1972.

The mid-century home features front door handles that are molds of Tina’s hands. The Family Room includes a waterfall with a pond and a wet bar with a built in fish tank. The Master Bedroom has an elevated pedestal for the bed with multi colored overhead lighting. The Turners sold the home in the late 1970′s after their separation. The house was so well-preserved that it was used for the filming What’s Love Got to Do With It (1993), a film loosely based on Tina Turner’s life. 

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

Title: Double Booked

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Content/Warning: FLUFF

Words: 1667

A/N: So I know that I promised When We Were Young pt 2 today, but I’m sick so cut me some slack. Instead I’ll just give you this adorable Bucky fic, because who doesn’t love Bucky Barnes? Anyways, enjoy - and as always, prompts are open.

“They’ve been dancing around their feelings for months, Tony,” Natasha Romanoff said to the billionaire with a roll of her eyes. “How exactly do you expect to fix that?”

           “On our next mission,” Tony said, as if it was obvious. “We have to go out of town, you know.”

           “Okay?” The redhead asked, raising an eyebrow. “Meaning what, exactly?”

           “One word: roommates.” Tony grinned as if it was the best idea he had ever had.

           “Tony, no, okay. Bucky is going to want to room with Steve, and Y/N is going to want to be with me, it isn’t going to work,” Natasha said with a sigh. “Honestly, how you ever became a billionaire with some of your ideas is beyond me.”

           “First of all, rude. Second of all, no, Red, it won’t be a problem. You want to know why?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. “Because we are not going.”

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anonymous asked:

Blurb line: “Well, you could always just fuck me then.”

Their breaths are hot underneath the blanket covering their bare bodies that are desperately entangled. Their mouths move together in sync, tongues fighting playfully while their bodies push against each other, finding pleasure in the small, yet energetic flow between them. His lips move across her chest, his breath ghosting over her nipple until he takes it in and sucks slowly, making her moan. He makes his way down her body, leaving kisses on her chest and her stomach until his mouth is at her heat. She sighs, then moans when his tongue starts to play between her folds, the teasing licks making her head spin. He licks at her clit and sucks on it, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine, and she searches for something to hold onto, and finds his hand holding her thigh.

Their fingers are intertwined, holding on tightly, when she comes with a cry. His face appears between her thighs and he moves back above her and kisses her softly while she rides out her high. She sighs when it’s over and kisses the corner of his lips, keeping her mouth there for a while as she recuperates. He pecks her chin, then brushes his lips down her neck and to her shoulder before falling besides her. His hand is still clutched in hers, resting just under her breasts.

“This is getting really emotional. It feels like we’re…”

“Like we’re what?” she asks.

“Like we’re making love. Which defeats the purpose of our agreement.”

He pulls back his hand from her hold, placing it on her thigh instead. She snickers, then smirks.

“Well, you could always just fuck me then.”

“I love it when you talk like that,” he laughs.

“Yeah? You like it when I do this?”

She pushes him onto the sheets and straddles his hips, deliberately pressing down on his erection, earning a groan from him. Her hips move above him, starting a rhythm that makes him throw his head back.

“Not like this,” he says after a while. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

She bites her lip, happily turning around and snaking across the bed, and elevates her backside, playfully shaking her hips. She slaps her buttock with her palm, the contact emitting a loud smacking sound.

“Come and get it, then. I want you to fuck me.”

He groans at the sight and her words, quickly positioning himself behind her. With one hand on her hip and another guiding his length into her opening, he sighs in pleasure, slowly rocking against her at first. Then the slow thrusts turn into a driving force, his length moving in and out of her at a fast pace. She pushes back against him and they create a balanced flow that drives both of them close. He wraps one arm around her hips and finds her clit and quickly moves one finger against it, making her cry out as she comes. His hips move without restraint, and he pushes in deep inside her when he finishes. He loses his balance and lets go of her, and lands onto the disheveled sheets with her.

“How’s that for not emotional?”

“No deeply-looking-into-each-other’s-eyes, no lingering kisses, and no terms of endearment. I think we’re getting good at this,” he evaluates.

xochiquetzl  asked:

Are there any howling Americanisms in fanfic that are a particular pet peeve? (I try, but I suspect I've committed a few!)

I had a good think about this, and it turned more into a reference post than an actual statement of what really bothers me.  To be honest, if it happens infrequently, I can usually squint past it - but if there’s a lot, or it’s something that’s used over and over then I find it harder.

So…here we go:

Our parents are mummy, mum, mammy, mam, ma, mother etc, and daddy, dad, da, pa, father etc - but never ever mommy or mom, poppy or pop(s).

Individual pieces of candy are sweets.  Candy bars are chocolate bars.  We don’t eat pancakes for breakfast.  (Pancakes are thin crepes that are eaten on Shrove Tuesday.)   We eat porridge and not oatmeal, and we have biscuits and not cookies.   Maple syrup was not really in the UK in the 90s, nor was corn syrup; we have golden syrup, or treacle (not molasses).  Crisps are what you call chips.  Jelly is not jell-o.  Dumbledore eats sherbet lemons, not lemon drops.  We drink fizzy drinks (well, we mostly refer to them by brand or type) and not soda.  We have candy floss, not cotton candy.  We have mince beef, not ground beef - and there’s a rack of different names for vegetables (courgette vs zucchini, swede vs rutabaga etc.).  Faggots are meatballs, not a homosexual slur.

Whilst public (private) schools may and do charge, there’s no indication that Hogwarts requires tuition fees.  Nor do we pay for healthcare; Dudley wouldn’t have been charged to have his tail removed.  We don’t have extra credit, and we don’t have a grade point average.  In the 90s, there weren’t really proms, and no graduation ceremonies.  (Some schools did awards ceremonies following results, usually in the first term of the next school year.)  We don’t have kindergarten; we have reception.

We use the pavement, not the sidewalk.  We use a car park and not a parking lot.  In the 90s, you could legally smoke at 16 (now 18), you could legally drive at 17, you could legally drink at 18.  In the 60s and 70s, the shopkeeper would’ve served Severus or Lily for their parents, even though they’re underage.  Lily and Severus lived around the same postcode, not ZIP code.  A yard in Spinner’s End is actually a yard (6 foot of paving), not a garden.  If Severus wants to grow items for brewing (assuming no magical shenanigans), he probably needs to have an allotment.  Our streets are not set up in blocks.   Cokeworth is not in London, and certainly cannot be accessed via the tube.

You fill your car with petrol or diesel, not gas - and we drive on the motorway, not the freeway.  We take lifts and not elevators.  We sleep in beds (single, double, king, super king - not twin) and not cots.  We live in flats, not apartments - and the first floor is up a flight of stairs from the ground floor.  We go on holiday, not vacation.  We use mobiles not cellphones, and when we shop we use a trolley and not a cart.  We use put rubbish in the dustbin (or just bin); we don’t put garbage in the trashcan.   We don’t knock on wood, we touch wood and whilst our measuring systems are screwed up, we definitely use celsius for outside temperature.  …and if Hermione’s parents ever sort Severus’ teeth out, they use braces, not retainers.  (Speaking of which, we also use braces to mean suspenders.  Suspenders in British English mean garters.)

We say bum or bottom or backside or arse; not ass or butt and most definitely not fanny (which is something completely different).  We have fringes and not bangs.  Pants go under trousers unless you’re Superman.  Vests go under a shirt, and waistcoats go over…and wifebeater is not a vest, but slang for a particular lager that gets people a bit handsy.  We wear football boots and not cleats.  (Btw, bleachers are stands.) We wear jumpers, not sweaters.  We use wardrobes and cupboards, not closets.  We wear trainers and not sneakers.  We ring 999 in an emergency, not 911.  We use plasters, not band aids.  We use notes, not bills, and £5 is the lowest (the £1 note ceased being produced in the early 80s).  We don’t leave money on the bar.  Cigarettes have many names, including cig, ciggie, smoke and fag.  …and we have our own television shows.  US bands are often important in the UK, but we also have our own music as well.

There’s no such word as ‘gotten’ in British English (sorry, I know that’s a big one for most writers; you wouldn’t expect that we wouldn’t have it!).

And if you’re pissed, you’re drunk.  If you’re annoyed, you’re pissed off.  Which is probably what I sound in this post, but I promise, I am not.  :)  

I am sure there’s a billion more, but these were the ones that sprung to mind.

In fairness, the world is getting smaller.  I read a lot of American fiction, and watch a lot of American fiction, and although I might huff a little to myself when I see Snape using an Americanism, it’s not super horrendous.  I might roll my eyes at the sidewalk, but I know what one is and I can carry on reading; it just pulls me out of my spell a little.

If I’m absolutely honest, I’m always impressed when people have bothered to write at all - and I wouldn’t want anyone to freeze and think, “Oh no, I daren’t write anything ever again!”  I mean, I’ll admit, I’ve read stories solely due to the trope, and the writing was genuinely atrocious…but I stuck with them, and the plot ended up being fantastic.  

So I do try to not ‘nope’ out of something if I can help it; you might miss out on something wonderful.  But to answer your question, the things that bother me most?  Mom, pancakes for breakfast, and Hogwarts tuition fees.  They’re the killers for me.  :D

A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 2

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

I would like to thank everyone for the love you all showed for the first part of this story. It motivated me to work through my writer’s block and get the second chapter of this story posted. Without further adue:

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut definitely in next chapter)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (Reader), BTS, and Jung (Reader’s brother)

Word Count:6,061

Summary:  Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

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chase the dark clouds away

Read on AO3 here!

The first thing Tooru sees when he wakes up his that all-too familiar pair of brown eyes.

He blinks slowly, his vision hazy. He reaches out to the side for his glasses, but they’re not where he usually leaves them on his nightstand.

In fact… his nightstand isn’t where it usually is. What’s going on-

“Hey, Tooru. Here.”

Hajime’s voice interrupts his train of thought, and he looks back up at his face. Tooru doesn’t need his glasses to see his favourite smile in the world. It lights up Hajime’s face, and Tooru nods and accepts them. He presses them up on his face, blinking a few times to get acclimatized.

He looks around at the white walls, white curtains, white bed sheets-

Oh, right.

He’s in the hospital.

He gazes down at his leg, which is wrapped up tightly, elevated up off the bed. It doesn’t hurt, but the dull ache in his arm from the IV is probably to thank for that.

But… it’s okay.

Tooru looks up to see Hajime grinning down at him, standing just beside his bed. His best friend reaches for his hand, and their fingers press together with familiarity.

His hands are warm.

What’s he have to be scared of, when Hajime is right here with him?

“Hey…” Tooru starts, but his throat feels dry and scratchy. He swallows once, and tries again. “Hajime… hi.”

Hajime squeezes his hand. “Hey, sleepyhead. My mom told me you’ve been sleeping since your surgery.” Hajime brushes a hand through Tooru’s hair, which he’s sure is a mess, but the soft touch is welcome. Tooru doesn’t usually let him touch him like this - it’s too embarrassing, too close , too soft - but he’s tired and compliant right now so he doesn’t fight it. Tooru closes his eyes and leans into it, so Hajime repeats the motion, soft and careful. “Have you seen the doctor yet? I should probably go get them-”

“No!” Tooru interrupts, tightening the grip on Hajime’s hand, opening his eyes again. “Don’t leave.” Hajime stares down at him, so Tooru continues. “Just… not yet, okay?”

“Okay.” Hajime offers him a smile. “How are you feeling?”

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Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 9.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: Wow…I can’t believe this story is ending next part LOL. I was going to dump the entire finale into one massive last part, but I got too antsy and wanted to release what I have now instead of rushing myself to finish everything in one go xD hope you all don’t mind waiting in anxiety one last time (for this series) ~ Enjoy! <3 And thank you so much for the birthday wishes ~ it is my birthday today hehehe

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Originally posted by rapdaegu

          “What’s Forrest Gump’s password?”


           "1forrest1!” Jin cackled excitedly.

           Most of the other students giggled along while others shook their heads, fighting back a smile. Kim Seokjin had always broken the ice with humor, and more or less, it had always worked for him in getting people to begin a friendship.

           But that wasn’t the case with you.

           He first saw you walking with a book attached to your face on the first day of school, freshman year. He had to admit he was curious as to how exactly you were avoiding people so well and concentrating on the words on the page. Coincidentally enough, as he followed you (not because he wanted to), he realized you were heading to the same exact class.

           And you irked him.

           And Kim Seokjin wasn’t one to be irritated easily.

           BUT you never reacted to his humor, so he found himself beginning to seek your approval when he’d hit the punch lines to every joke, to every pun. Whenever your face remained emotionless and unfazed, he would find himself annoyed. Kim Seokjin always made people laugh and he wasn’t going to ruin his streak so early in his life.

           "Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin. You can call me Jin.“ He finally mustered the courage to introduce himself to you despite your standoffish aura.

           Your eyes traveled up to him briefly before returning to your book. "Hi.”

           He stood there awkwardly with his hand outstretched. “Um and your name?”

           "Y/N.“ You replied curtly, clearly not taking the bait to invest in a conversation.

           He pursed his lips. "Hey, you’re smart, right?”

           You simply raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

           "See if you can answer this.“

           You closed your book slightly, meaning you were intrigued. He grinned widely, and pulled a chair in front of your desk.

           "I travel all over the world, but always stay in my corner. What am I?”

           You hummed for a few seconds then replied, “A stamp.”

           "Crap.“ he hissed. "You’re good. How about… what kind of coat is always wet when you put it on?”

           You yawned and opened your book back up, already losing interest. “A coat of paint.”

           Jin panicked, feeling like he was losing his only chance to gain your approval. “And why did the cow cross the road??”

           You exhaled. “To get to the other side.”

           "No, no, no.“ Jin wagged his finger confidently.

           You gave him a questionable look. "It is.”

           "No. It’s to get to the udder side.“

           You shook your head, but Jin placed his hand over your book, stopping you from returning your attention there boldly.

           "What do you call a cold dog sitting on a bunny?”

           You pursed your lips and averted your eyes, in deep thought. “Hmm…”

           "Give up?“

           "No. Hold on. Let me think.”

           Jin grinned widely. He had gotten in.

           "Um…“ You mumbled various answers to yourself, but not satisfied with any of them.

           "A chili dog on a bun!!” He bellowed excitedly, not able to bear with waiting any longer.

           You looked at him like he had four heads at first, but slowly, as the answer pieced together, your lips curled up and you giggled.

           And it was a beautiful sound.

           His heartbeat quickened as he gawked at you. Your smile was gorgeous and your shy laughter was like music to his ears. Was it only because he had waited so long to get such a reaction out of you?

           As quickly as your smile came, it faded. You hurriedly picked up your book, and covered your face once more, embarrassed.

           "Nice to meet you…Jin.“ You mumbled.

           He felt himself grinning from ear to ear, and he determined that he would try to make you laugh at least once every day from now on. Part of him wanted to know what that momentary feeling was, and the other really just enjoyed hearing and seeing you laugh. He felt special, accomplished, since no one else in the class seemed to have done that before.

           You were mysterious, and he was intrigued.

           And so began your friendship.

           "Y/N! Y/N!” Jin was practically glowing the following day.

           You appeared surprised that he was speaking to you again, and so candidly at that.

           "I have another for you.“

           "Another?” You questioned.

           "Okay, where did the sheep go on vacation?“ he asked, slightly breathless. He may have just sprinted into the classroom as soon as he arrived on school grounds to get to you. But you didn’t have to know that.

           "Um…the farm?”

           He clicked his tongue. “So naive, Y/N.”

           You glared at him a little, and for some reason, even that reaction he found quite adorable. He shook the feeling away to get to the answer.

           "The BAAAAAAAAAAHAMAS!“ he mimicked a sheep.

           Immediately, your hand covered your mouth, trying to suppress your laughter. Jin beamed.

           "Was that funny? BAAAAAAAAHAMASS!” he persisted.

           You couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

           "How could someone be so shameless?“ You breathed as you wiped your tears, and regained your composure.

           "How could someone not have a sense of humor? Come on, Y/N. Laugh longer! Live a little!” he urged.

           You furrowed your brows. “You don’t know me.”

           "But I want to.“ Jin blurted out. Oh? When did his mouth move?

           You two stared at each other, in surprise at his confession. He felt his cheeks warm.

           "I mean we’re friends now! You laughed at my joke, okay? Okay!”

           He didn’t even wait for your reply before scrambling away. Once back in his seat, he glanced over at you curiously, finding a small smile splayed on your face while reading.

           And that’s when he knew, he just had to see that every day.  

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Poker Face

As you all know, I have some very deeply rooted fantasies about Dean Ambrose and Aj Styles. I was so excited to write this and I’ve been trying to figure out how to put it together for a LONG ASS time. But here it is! Hope you like it!

Tag list: @i-kneel-for-king-loki @straight-outta-the-asylum @caramara3 @flawlessglamazon @roaring-storm @geekoftv @wrestlingbabe @justrae9903 @your-darkdiva @magical419 @tinystudentsoulus @xchrissymitchx @allthingsfandom123 @bodhi-black @shieldlovereve @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch

Summary: You get invited to “boys night” to play poker with AJ and Dean and some of the other wrestlers on the blue team. However, when you arrive, only AJ and Dean are there, ready to play. But not poker…

WARNINGS: Smut, 3 way smut, holy shit smut. (Also I don’t really know how to play poker. I’m sorry if I wrote it terribly. Shut up, okay? @ me.)

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Essays in Existentialism: FtWD IX

All through the town, the silence of the new world slunk, filling streets somberly, rolling around with the faded trash and debris, prowling on fences and painting windows with dust and decay. The entire world was brown, clumps of dead lawns, upturned dirt, dead branches– it all blurred into the same shade inevitably.

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anonymous asked:

what do you think happened in between the elevator scene and the bed scene in ep8?

oooooo boy i think there was a whole lotta kissing and shennanigans. I can tell you that much.

  •  I bet there was that first perusal of the room like “whoa fucking ace I’ve never been in anything this nice. it even has a mini bar!’ from Isak and a ‘yeah boy, I delivered’ from Even. 
  • (This of course being after 10 minutes of going up and down the hallways trying to figure out what room they were in because neither were paying much attention to the front desk lady’s parting words and Isak was too fucking distracted by Even kissing up and and down his neck to check the key card)
  • and then maybe a dirty look from a wealthy foreign family who had to cover their children’s eyes because of the unapologetic way Even was gripping Isak’s thigh.
  • And then when the exploration of the room was done- Even probably flopped on the bed and spread out and claimed he and Isak were kings for the night or whatever.
  • The Isak totally climbed on top of him and Even, couldn’t bare to let that happen, so they wrestled on the bed for a few minutes.
  • This of course led to… other types of wrestling with much less clothes
  • And then The Weekend starts and we are all high for this
  • Sex

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Can you do one where Reinhardt is too rough with his so and he can only take her to mercy but then Mercy, Jack, Ana, and Gabe all see the shackle marks on your neck and joints and they get very concerned for you but when you wake up you're a 100% obedient mindless little girl and they're like ?????


The German hadn’t meant to handle you so roughly, you were his precious doll and were supposed to be handled with great care. But he couldn’t help his feelings of frustration when you continuously refused to let him hold you or dress you up the way he wanted. Every day, your refusal to cooperate pushed him a little closer to his breaking point until he finally snapped at you. 

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50cyg  asked:

Okay so I recently submitted a post on how I think Taichi is going to play a big role in Hikari's fall in Part 5. Would love your thoughts. I think her constantly following him around and calling his name in Part 4 was a hint that their relationship will be the catalyst for the movie.

Honestly, I’m not expecting anymore… I was really hyped when they showed the trailer and the part of Yagami siblings. I was pretty much disappointed when I watched the movie. I also checked out your analysis in your blog and it’s pretty much a good point too. I really don’t think Toei would make it focus on the Yagami siblings but more on Takeru and Hikari instead. But it’s completely possible that the Yagami siblings would be mentioned yet because as the series progresses we see them less interacting and Toei suddenly made them focus interacting with other characters. I would totally love Toei to resolve the distanced relationship between the Yagami siblings.

Here’s my analysis of the past Digimon shows (I watched the Japanese Dub with Subtitles, I also watched the Taichi/Hikari parts in English Dub):


In Movie 1, we see that Taichi and Hikari shared a room and had a close bond. Taichi had times when his mother would go out leaving them behind (despite Taichi’s young age) and Taichi being a good brother would cook breakfast for him and Hikari (and Taichi would do some chores).

^ Taichi also teases Hikari here because that’s pretty normal with siblings.

Taichi’s parents also taught Taichi how to take care of his younger sibling, Hikari, so much that Taichi became protective of her. His protectiveness got worse when he made Hikari play with him outside and she eventually collapsed and almost died.Taichi starts to blame himself over this throughout Season 1.

In Episode 21 (Season 1), we get to see the other side of Taichi, who is a caring brother to Hikari’s perspective. Hikari also mentions in the Japanese dub, that ‘she would wake up at night because she wet in the bed, Taichi would wash her underwear and he would tell his parents that he wet the bed instead.’ I find this cute but at the same time a bit weird, because if that was me with my younger brother, I would probably laugh at my brother and teased him I’m such a bad sister but that scene shows how much Taichi cared for his sister and we notice that Taichi rarely teased Hikari now (Hikari would tease him instead).

With this, Hikari develops a dependency to her brother, finding no fault and expressing complete approval on whatever decision he makes. (Taichi’s very pure and innocent in her eyes). I can’t classify it as completely co-dependency because Hikari seems to be adjusting well and in Season 2 but I can’t ignore the fact that she tends be co-dependent especially to Taichi.

In Season 2, There were less interactions between the Yagami siblings, Takeru also addresses his concern with Hikari in Episode 8 that she always calls out to her brother when she’s having a problem and later, Hikari resolves her problem that she realizes that she has friends who can help her but she later hangs on to Takeru, because she is comfortable with him (and he’s a good friend).

 In the Japanese version, Taichi is 14 years old, so during this age, children tend to focus more on relationships with other peers, hanging out with friends and doing more extra-curricular activities (in Taichi’s case it was soccer). Also when Taichi and Hikari had separate rooms, I felt that Hikari had a hard time adjusting because she knew that her brother is changing… becoming more mature, he spends more time with his friends and spends less time with her.

Taichi becomes less protective of his sister in 02.

^ This is Hikari’s room and notice that her bed is elevated, just like how she shared rooms with Taichi before. She probably requested that (and in Digimon Tri, Taichi had a bed under).

Taichi also believed that Hikari isn’t anymore completely attached to him and that she’s a much more healthy (she was sickly in season 1) and independent girl. Taichi is also unaware that Hikari has this co-dependency and as they get older, Taichi spends less time with his sister believing that she can handle most of her problems on her own, (which Hikari is much more mature and independent in season 2). but Taichi and Hikari continued to have a good sibling relationship such as ‘looking out for each other’… but that’s just it.

I noticed that Taichi had a difficulty talking to the opposite sex. He’s quite reserved, just like how he interacts with Hikari (At Taichi’s age, it’s normal to be shy and reserved to women). In Digimon Tri, Taichi often tried to talk to Sora (and invited her to watch his soccer game) but later walks away because he doesn’t know what to do, showing his parallel to Hikari.

I also believed that Taichi knew who had crushes with his sister but he pays no attention to it because he knows that she’s not interested and he’s confused on how to react to it. Hikari probably mentioned that ‘she preferred her big brother than any boy’ when she was a child.

^ Taichi’s holding the chocolates that Hikari gave to him. I also bet every year Hikari gives him Valentines Day chocolates as appreciation. I also disagree that Taichi would be a protective older brother when someone is courting Hikari, he probably would be kinda chill about it and less likely to react. Taichi also shows his maturity with his sibling relationship with Hikari, he’s also aware that spending time with Hikari would be much awkward and weird now comparing with them as kids…

As the series progresses, there are scenes in which Taichi and Hikari were spending time with each other.

Like looking out they sky and talking casually…the show shows that they still have a good sibling relationship but comparing with their sibling bond in 01…

^ It’s really awkward if they did that as teenagers lol


Also when Taichi really didn’t pay much attention with Hikari…

^ Despite Taichi’s attention on something else than her, Hikari still finds no fault in it.

While in Digimon 01…

^ Taichi pays attention to her.

In the recent movie (Tri - Soushitsu), I was surprised that Taichi called out his sister’s name when the group got separated. I was expecting that Taichi would call out ‘Agumon’ or ‘Sora’ instead, it shows that Taichi still is very concerned (and still maybe protective) with Hikari but in secret.

…Then Taichi is reminded that his sister isn’t the sickly little child anymore, thanks to Salamon.

The siblings then set out together with less conversation only when Taichi started to talk about his concern that ‘It’s no use, he can’t evolve Agumon in times when everyone is in trouble’, Hikari encouraged him that ‘Things are probably better now and that they should look forward’ (REMINDER THAT Hikari FINDS NO FAULT IN HIM).

Hikari also shows her concern here because she sees that her brother is in pain and she’s powerless to help him. I believe this is the start of her troubles which might be explored in the next movie.

Later, Hikari continues to say ‘Onii-chan’ (Big brother) several times meaning that she still had not gotten over her dependency with him and when Taichi opened up to her concerning that he is powerless to help everyone, she was very concerned that she continued to follow him everywhere.

I also researched the differences on calling your siblings in Japanese:

The chan suffix is used in very familiar/affectionate situations, -san and -sama suffixes are honorifics, indicating a higher status.”

^ she screamed when her brother was lost, showing that she was afraid of losing him.

I felt that when the time when Taichi and Hikari were separated from everyone, Hikari’s dependent feelings suddenly came back like a switch. I also was disappointed on how Taichi reacted with this. He completely did not pay attention to her in the most parts of the movie.

I felt that they become distanced and less likely to open up (especially Taichi), comparing with Yamato and Takeru’s sibiling relationship, the Yagami siblings need more time to open up because:

(1) Comparing Hikari to Sora, Hikari is Taichi’s sister and he needs resolve his distance with Hikari.

(2) Hikari still worries about her older brother despite in 02, Hikari is shown to have ‘resolved’ it but it her anxiety came back in Digimon tri, showing that she is still worried and dependent about her older brother.

(3) Taichi should give some attention for his sister since that not all Hikari’s problems can be resolved without him.

In the series, Hikari is focused on spending time with Takeru which might imply in the next movie that Takeru would help Hikari in her dependency. While Taichi is shown to spend time with Sora and Yamato. It’s also possible that the movie might not show more scenes about the Yagami siblings so I’m hoping that in the next movie, Taichi and Hikari get to interact more.

Note: I neither love or hate Takari (Takeru x Hikari). I’m neutral with it.

Lastly, these are all just my opinions and my analysis on the Yagami siblings. I hope the writers gets to resolve this but for now, I’m not expecting anything. *HOPES FOR MORE YAGAMI SIBLING SCENES*

Doctor Styles - Harry Styles Imagine

Doctors were never really your thing. They were the last place you wanted to go even when you were sick. You did everything you possibly could to avoid going to the doctors. But sometimes you ran out of options and as your last resort you went if it was something serious. Today however, it wasn’t exactly something to do with being sick, in fact you were in just in there to have a check up. Much to your dismay, you convinced yourself that you can’t exactly avoid the doctors forever and getting a check up every now and again was a good thing. You were still dreading it however.

You were busy reading a magazine when you heard a lady’s voice call out your name.

“Y/N Y/LN, Doctor Styles will see you now.”

You lifted your head up to meet the receptionist’s gaze and smiled at her. You put the magazine down on the coffee table that was sitting it front of you and got up. You fixed your cute red dress and made your way into Doctor Styles’s room. It was a decent size room. There was a desk to the left of the room and to the right side of the room was an elevated bed where the patients had to lay upon.

You went and sat on it, you legs dangling off the side. A few minutes passed by and the door opened and revealed a very attractive young man. He had beautiful short brown hair that was slightly messy and mesmerising green eyes. You averted your gaze to your feet and stopped yourself from staring at him any longer. You heard footsteps make their way to his desk and some papers being rustled as well.

“So Miss Y/LN.” You raised your head. “I’m Doctor Styles, what a pleasure to meet you. I’ve taken over Doctor Malik as he transferred to another clinic.” He walked over to you and reached out his hand, you shook it, the handshake lasting for only a couple of seconds.

His hands were large and warm and you could only imagine what those hands could do to you had you met him in different circumstances.

“So you are just here for a check up are you?” You nodded, agreeing with him. As he was checking your heartbeat among other things, you couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts popping into your head. You coughed a little and shook your head, disappointed with yourself. This isn’t a porno, this a real life doctors visit, calm yourself woman! You tried to get your mind off it by asking him some questions. “No offence you look a little young to be a doctor.”

“No offence taken.” He chuckled. “I am 23. I’ve always been kind of a nerd, especially in high school. I graduated from high school when I was 16 and also just graduated from college when I was 20. Came out with a phD which I’m pretty proud of.”

“That doesn’t make you a nerd. In fact I would have actually loved to have been as smart as you in school.” You sighed.

“Yeah well, never really was good with the ladies. They all wanted the guys playing sports that were skipping school and being badasses. Not a guy who wears nerdy glasses and spends his lunches in the library studying.”

“I would’ve. I was never popular with the guys or girls at school for that matter anyway.” You smiled at him. “But don’t be sad about it. You actually got somewhere in life. I wonder what they what they are doing now. Probably still working at McDonalds or something.” He laughed and you laughed along with him. “Thankyou, I appreciate that love.” He put all of his doctors tools away and turned around to smile at you. You met his gaze and everything happened so quickly in that moment.

He cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss wasn’t rough, it was slow and passionate. “I’m Harry by the way.” He said as he pulled away. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Just so you know what name to scream out later.”

You gulped.

Short I know… it’s just an idea thingy. Want to write more but I’m not sure lol.

‘It’s my first home out of college and I’m not a prude but you seem to let a LOT of people sleep over and you seem to know that I kinda want to be one of them (or the only one..)’ AU

someone sent like 5 suggestions in one ask so I’ll just post them as text posts rather than answers:

This was awesome. This was great. This was the beginning of everything, the beginning of his life and his road to self-discovery. College.

At first he had been nervous about moving into a dorm and being on his own. He wasn’t sure he would have the bravery to get through the day on his own, without his mom encouraging him and reminding him to do things like change out of his sleepwear and shower.

But a week had gone by and he felt great. His roommate was pretty nice. There was a routine and the neighboring dorms were pretty relaxed about everything.

In fact one seemed a little too relaxed. He lived across from Will, and he only knew his name was either Jason or Nico. It was a guy with messy black hair and black clothes, the kind of guy that seemed to like alternative rock or something. The kind of guy Will had only seen on movies.

In the last week, Will had left his dorm three separate mornings to see three different guys walking out of the dorm aside from the blond guy that was either Nico or Jason. And each time they left, Will saw the dark haired boy staring after them with a smirk before going back into his dorm.

The next week, as Will fell into the routine more comfortably, he noticed the same thing. This time it was only two boys.

That weekend, he asked his roommate, Austin, about the boy across the hall. “You’re an upperclassman, do you know him?”

“No, he’s a freshman I think. I can’t be sure, the campus is big. He might have been here last year, he might not have been. Why?” he asked as he cleaned out his sax.

Will shrugged and looked at their door. “I keep seeing guys leaving his room in the morning, but they’re not his roommate.”

“Maybe he likes sleepovers,” Austin suggested. “Maybe he’s gay and fucks their brains out, I don’t know, Will, it’s college. People do whatever they want because there’s no supervision.” Will gulped at such a crude statement. “Why don’t you just ask? Trust me it won’t be the weirdest encounter the guy has here.”

Will shook his head. “No. I mean it’s none of my business, I’m just curious.” Austin raised an eyebrow at him. “What? It’s my first year away from home, seeing that is strange to me.”

“Right,” Austin muttered before returning to his sax.

The next day as Will was locking his dorm to leave, he heard the door behind him open. He looked over his shoulder and saw a green eyed teenager with a strange expression on his face leaving the room followed by Jason or Nico staring after him. Before he went inside, his dark brown eyes flickered to Will and one eyebrow went up. “Yes?”

“What? Nothing,” Will said, trying to pull his key out quickly. But instead it got stuck. “Shit,” he muttered. He turned and jimmied the knob, trying to loosen the key, but he was aware of the fact that the door behind him hadn’t closed yet.

Suddenly, someone was standing beside him and an olive toned hand reached out to the knob. “Here, hold on,” Jason/Nico said. He turned the knob and then the key, then slid it out smoothly. He handed Will the key and smirked.

“Uh, thanks.” His eyebrows went up and down in acknowledgement and he smiled mischievously. “I… have to get to class.”

“Have fun,” he answered easily. “See you around, neighbor.” He turned around and went back to his dorm. Before shutting the door, his eyes shifted to Will again. “I’m Nico by the way.”

He gulped then said, “I’m Will.”

Nico’s lips puckered slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “Cool,” he said. Then he closed the door.

Will wasn’t sure what to make of that. He pushed the encounter to the back of his mind and went to class. Later in the night, after studying in the library, he went back to his dorm. He saw Austin hunched over a text book at his desk. “So… Nico talked to me today,” he said. “He had another dude leaving his dorm and he caught me looking.”

“Did you ask why the guy had spent the night?”


“Then what are you telling me that for?” Will didn’t answer and Austin looked up at him. “Dude, you’re obviously not going to rest until you find out what that guy does with the people spending the night.”

“I mean, what can he do?” Will said. “He has a roommate, and I don’t care how close they might be, I’m positive he wouldn’t have sex with someone with his roommate right there.” He glanced at Austin who was looking at him with a bored expression. “I mean, you wouldn’t do that right?”

“No, trust me,” he said. Then he shrugged. “You never know, they might have some freaky threesome deal.” Will grimaced and Austin laughed. “Will, dude, it’s college. You do stupid shit.” There was a knock on the door and Will turned to open it. He saw Nico with a black shirt that had white block letters forming a single word: SHIT. “Oh that’s too perfect,” Austin laughed.

“Huh?” Nico questioned. “Whatever. Will, right? I need some ear plugs for my roommate, he’s being a bit of a jackass right now. Do you have any?”

Will shook his head mutely. “I do,” Austin said. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pack of ear plug. “Helps when I’m with the band,” he explained when he saw Will’s expression.

“Thanks, you’re a pal. Leo, I got them!” he called over his shoulder. “Tell Jason to stop whining.” He turned to face Will. “Ciao.”

“Wait, I thought you couldn’t have visitors past midnight on week days,” Will reminded him.

Nico smirked. “Yeah, of the opposite sex.” He winked and turned away.

Will watched him leave and shut the door to his own dorm before Will closed his. He turned to look at Austin who was stifling a laugh. “Or maybe he makes his roommate wear earplugs while he fucks guys senseless.” Will grimaced and Austin held out his hand. “I have a lot more.” Will realized they were ear plugs.

“Oh, whatever,” Will said, rolling his eyes.

It would have been a lie to say he didn’t stay up listening for any kind of sexual sound through the thin walls. But he didn’t hear any as he fell asleep.

The next day, he didn’t have any classes, and he stayed in his dorm while Austin left to practice. It wasn’t until a little past four that a knock came at his door again. He answered it without thinking, his brain still reeling with the latest episode of Law and Order: SVU. Then he realized Nico was standing at his door again.

“Hey neighbor,” he said cheekily, chewing a piece of gum.

“Hi,” Will said warily.

“So… a little birdie told me you wanted to know why so many guys stay at my room overnight.” Will felt blood rush to his face and began to stammer, much to Nico’s amusement. “Hey it’s cool, people get curious. You want to know?” Will didn’t answer but stared at him as though he’d been caught doing something bad. “I’m not mad, relax.”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me anything, really. Austin just likes poking fun at me, really. It just…. Really, it’s none of my business.”

“Aw, come on,” Nico crooned, stepping closer. “I can show you.” Will gulped and as he looked at Nico, he wasn’t sure what his expression was. His heart was pounding and his limbs felt like jelly. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had that effect on him. “Come on,” Nico prodded again, pulling him gently by his arm.

He obliged and followed Nico to his dorm. “Close your eyes,” he whispered in his ear. Will noticed his roommate was gone. “Go ahead,” he murmured. Will shut his eyes, feeling his body heat rise. Nico pushed him gently until his legs hit the railing of the bed. “Get on,” he encouraged. Will did. It only took a slight jump to get onto the elevate bed. He sat and gulped, keeping his eyes shut.

He heard the bed creak beside him and it moved as though someone were getting on. He felt Nico at his back and let out a shaky breath. His arms came around him.

Then there was something in his lap. “Open your eyes.”

Will did. He looked down and saw a laptop with the Netflix website pulled up. Nico burst into laughter behind him. “I’m confused,” Will said dumbly.

Nico pulled away the laptop and sat beside him, letting his legs dangle. “Last night, Leo came over and we sort of started watching horror films. Jason wanted to go to sleep, so we gave him earplugs so he wouldn’t hear the movie or us freaking out.

“Another guy, the one from the day your key fucked up, that was Percy. He had an argument with his girlfriend and needed our help. It got late and he lives in an apartment complex off campus so we let him crash here.

“Another guy was from a party. He was stupid drunk and I didn’t trust him to drive. He tried to make a move on me, but I don’t do the whole drunk-make-out thing. Another was a friend from class who stayed to listen to basically all of my CD’s and talk about his problems back home. There was one I got to make out with, but he wasn’t a very good kisser.” He shrugged and looked at Will who felt completely lost.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Will muttered. Nico laughed and nudged him with his shoulder.

He turned to look at him and found his brown eyes focused on him, that mischievous smirk tugging at his full lips. Will forced his eyes back to Nico’s, but they quickly darted down to his lips again. Slowly, so torturously slowly, Nico started to lean in, and Will did too.

A surprisingly hesitant hand came up to Will’s face when Nico was just a hairbreadth away. And then his lips. Will shut his eyes and kissed him slowly, feeling little electric currents course through his body and the shudder of his breath as the warmth of someone else’s lips settled over his.

Nico bit his lip gently before tilting his head and continuing to kiss him. Then suddenly, he pulled away and they both looked away from each other with suppressed embarrassed smiles. Slowly, they turned to look at each other and laughed softly, smiling at each other.

Will cleared his throat. “Well, I hope I was better than that one guy.”

“Way better,” Nico answered, smiling. “But… just to be sure,” he whispered as he leaned in again.


Pairing: Jimin x Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: “I’m stuck in an elevator with Park Jimin and I’m going to be late for this meeting.”

Originally posted by mochi-nochu

Kim Taehyung pressed the button for the 32nd floor. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat while he waited for the arrows to point downward.

Another eye tearing yawn escaped his mouth. Taehyung had stayed up all night, editing his 100 slide power-point presentation that he was going to present to his boss, Mr. Kim Namjoon. The status of his job and ego relied on this very presentation.

It had to be perfect.

He was up against his rival, Park Jimin. Taehyung and Jimin had loathed each other from the moment Namjoon had announced that they were his favorite employees. As much as Taehyung hated to admit it, both of them excelled at their job. They were constantly trying to out do each other. Their latest competition was based on creating an idea that would really launch the stocks.

The silver coated elevator doors opened, breaking him out of his train of thoughts. It was currently rush hour and a large crowd of people piled out. Keeping his head low to avoid creating awkward eye contact with any of his co-workers, Taehyung moved to the back corner.

There were a couple of people left in the elevator. One being a tall man with broad shoulders, Kim Seokjin, who was blocking his view from the others.


Taehyung hit his head against the wall and fought the urge to slide in between the doors that would close soon. Coincidentally, that voice belonged to the very associate he did not want to engage conversation with this early in the morning.


The voice belonged to Jung Hoseok who was running to catch up to the elevator. He had bed hair, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and his coffee was almost spilling out of the cup. Taehyung should have felt pity.

“Close the damn door, I swear to your mother’s grave if he gets in-“ Taehyung spoke frantically to Jin. Jin started panicking and pressed the close button repetitively. The elevator doors began closing in, slowly, but surely shutting out the image of Hoseok.

Taehyung breathed out in relief and smiled, at least one thing was going right.

A black, dressy shoe paired with smiley face socks suddenly appeared last minute right in between the doors, preventing them for shutting completely.

“Isn’t a great morning? I can tell today is going to be a great day.” Hoseok stated, his prominent smile beaming. The glint in his eyes never failed to shine. Jin opened the elevator doors, allowing Hoseok to come in and for him to leave.

“Aww Taehyungie. You tried to leave the doors open for me, right?” Hoseok spoke, admiration shown in all of his features.

Taehyung gave him a fake smile and nodded his head. A sneer came out from the back corner.

“Oh, Jimin! Hello, I didn’t notice you there!”

It was this that brought Taehyung’s attention. He looked up to see Jimin on the farthest corner of the elevator, his hands covering his face. He slowly removed them and also forced a smile.

He had bags under his eyes, similar to that of Taehyung’s. The only evidence that he had put just as much effort in as Taehyung.

Jimin wore a stylish gray blazer to fit the occasion, one that fitted him well. Of course Taehyung would never admit this, silently judging how disheveled Jimin’s silver hair was from running his hands through it often.

Taehyung looked down at his plain black and white blazer, matched with a white button down and a simple black tie and couldn’t help but hope it was quantity not quality that mattered.

“Oh…uh, hello Hoseok. How is everything?” Jimin spoke, his eyes finding their way on to Taehyung’s face.

“Good good. Life is good.”

There was an uncomfortable silence from the two staring at each other that even Hoseok couldn’t bring himself to fix. “The stairs are looking extra sharp today. I should give them a test run.”

Hoseok dashed out of the elevator before Taehyung could make up an excuse to stop him. He would rather spend 5 days with Hoseok than spend 5 minutes with Jimin. He was alone with Jimin and that thought alone made him want to join Hoseok on the stairs.

Being alone with Jimin never turned out good. The elevator doors shut again before Taehyung could leave.

“Well, if it isn’t Taehyung.”

“It is Taehyung.”

“-Of the marketing department.”

“It is Taehyung of the marketing department.”

“Not for long.” Jimin replies, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

“Oh, for long. And longer than that.” Taehyung shot back.

Jimin looked at his nails and spoke in a cocky manner. “I shouldn’t lower my self-worth by talking to you.“

“Its not like you didn’t start this conversation or anything.“ Taehyung retorted, rolling his eyes.

Jimin squinted his eyes at Taehyung and reached into the pocket of his blazer, freshly ironed, for his phone to distract himself from this situation.

Low Battery

10% of battery remaining

Jimin frantically checked the time. He reached forward to press the button again. He started tapping his foot out of nervousness. Out of his peripheral vision, he noticed Taehyung rehearsing over what he was going to say.

Jimin sneered once again, “He thinks he has a chance against me.”

Taehyung didn’t even bother replying to him.

Jimin checked the time again.

“Psst. Taehyung.”

Taehyung stopped in the middle of his sentence to give the short silver haired freak a look of annoyance and went back to what he was doing.

“Kim Taehyung!“ Jimin said a little louder. Taehyung didn’t even bother to look this time.

Deciding that he needed to give him a little push, Jimin slapped the back of Taehyung’s neck.

“WHAT.” Taehyung screamed out.

Jimin only smiled before saying, “Have you noticed we haven’t moved since Hoseok got off?”

“Oh, hell no.”

Taehyung prayed that his worst nightmare wasn’t coming true. He checked the floor they were currently on, the one Hoseok had gotten off on nearly ten minutes ago.


“I’m stuck in an elevator with Park Jimin and I’m going to be late for this meeting.“

The boys were so caught up in their fued that they hadn’t realized that the elevator showed no signs of moving.

“Lord have mercy.” Jimin smirked before realizing that he would be late for the meeting if Taehyung would. They both turned to face each other in horror.












They both screamed, simultaneously banging on the doors.

“Okay, stop.“ Jimin said out of breath when they hadn’t gotten any responses. “This isn’t helping.”

“Check your phone.” Jimin reasoned.

“Why don’t YOU check YOUR phone?” Taehyung said reaching into the pocket of his blazer.

“Mine is dead.” Jimin said through gritted teeth.

“Hold on, let me just check the other pocket.” Taehyung’s eyes suddenly widened.

“Don’t tell me you-” Jimin was about to begin, his breathing increased as he got ready to insult him.

“If it was like the clichés, my dumbass would have left it at home.” Taehyung waved the latest edition of the iPhone around, a look of satisfaction from almost setting off Jimin.

“No service?” Jimin laughed at Taehyung’s shocked face. “How is that ANY different from the clichés?”

Taehyung sighed, giving in to his aching legs from standing for so long. He sat down on the marble tiles. Feeling defeated, he closed his eyes.

“So what, are we just going to live in here for the rest of eternity?” Taehyung threw his hands up.

“God, don’t be so overdramatic. We aren’t going to live in here for the rest of eternity.”

“We are going to die before that happens.”

Taehyung gave Jimin a long, well deserved death glare.

“Hey, its not so bad.” Jimin said a few minutes later, also sitting down next to him.

“No offense, but this is the lowest of the low.” Taehyung responded.

“You could’ve been stuck with pointy boobed Sarah.”

“Shit. You right. Even you aren’t as bad as pointy boobed Sarah.” Taehyung agreed.

Jimin hugged his knees. “Bro, why doesn’t she wear a bra?“

“To serenade you.” Taehyung answered.

“What the hell? She’s like 50. She’s into you.” Jimin argued.

“No way. I saw the way she was checking you out last Friday.” Taehyung said.

“Either way, I don’t play that field.” Jimin admitted.

“Same. I swear it was pointy boobed Sarah that made me convert.” Taehyung confessed.

“You’re gay?” Jimin asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“Is that even a question? I swear everyone in the office knew that.”

“Except me and pointy boobed Sarah.”

“Right, of course.” Jimin laughed once again, this time with Taehyung joining along.

“Now that I think about it, you would be one of those ‘Move, I’m gay’ types of guys.” Taehyung said.

“Assuming my sexuality now are we?” Jimin smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I saw the way your ass was flirting with Jeongguk and how you shut down Min Yoonji. That pretty much rules out straight.” Taehyung spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Not to mention you distinctly remind Seokjin that you are into him yet he is dating the boss.”

To say Jimin was shocked was an understatement. He didn’t realize how observant Taehyung was on his life. “Well you aren’t innocent either.”

“How so?” Taehyung challenged him.

“The amount of times you and Hoseok kissed. Need I say more?” Jimin laughed at how red Taehyung’s cheeks were.

“THAT WAS LIKE TWO TIMES…AND THEY WERE DARES.” Taehyung tried to cover up.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“You know,” Taehyung turned to face him, “you aren’t so bad.”

“I know, all those years of hatred. I would’ve never thought we would have ended up in this situation.”

They both stared at each other in admiration.

“Hey-“THE ELEVATOR IS MOVING.” Jimin was about to speak before Taehyung interrupted him. He cheered, jumping up.

“Yea.” Jimin replied, feeling a little distraught. The bond-or whatever this was- they both created would probably end soon. Before he got a chance to start up another conversation, the elevator doors opened.

Instead of moving towards the door, both of them just stood there.

Taehyung then turned towards Jimin. Jimin didn’t know how to react, his usual cocky, confident self disappearing. Jimin felt Taehyung’s minty breath on his face.

“Good luck.” Taehyung whispered, catching him off guard and started walking. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open and he stood there in confusion.

Remembering who he was, Jimin ran to catch up to him. Taehyung was just about to enter Namjoon’s office when Jimin pushed him. “Move.“

Taehyung shot him a confused look and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m gay.” He justified, shooting Taehyung a quick wink.

Taehyung watched as Jimin entered Namjoon’s office first. Instead of getting pissed like he normally would have, Taehyung shook his head and laughed from his position on the floor.

He followed after Jimin. “May the best man win.”