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Wrapped Around; pt.4

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 9.7k words

Originally posted by jinsthighs

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst

A/N: ha ha ha. I’m so horrible at updating wtf but here ya go guys, part 4! sorry for the wait! (p.s: there was a part 3.5!)

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3Part 3.5


As your cousin speeds forward, closer to his house, you can’t help but laugh to yourself. You were mixed with equal parts of dread and excitement, longing to wind down the window to shout out their names but at the same time wanting to hide away, hoping that you wouldn’t run into them at all. What a turn of events. Looks like it was going to be a fairly interesting winter break after all.

Standing in the aisle of the supermarket, you glance at the list in your hand then back at the rows and rows of a variety of canned beans. Who knew there’d be this many type of beans? You casually strolled down the aisle, your eyes kept peeled for the one that said garbanzo beans, whatever that meant. 

A short bell rings signaling the arrival of new customers but you’re oblivious to the sound as you continue searching for the can of beans. You hear a loud smack accompanied by a short scream and you spin around, curious as to what the ruckus was about.

“What the hell, Jimin?! That hurt!”


You recognise that voice and you definitely recognise that name. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you because what were the odds of meeting them in a supermarket of all places? Maybe that wasn’t Taehyung’s voice and perhaps there could be another Jimin in this town… Jimin is a common name after all, you reason. You exhale deeply, returning your attention to the cans in front of you, you finally find the can of garbanzo beans and put it into the basket that was dangling off your arm.

“Not so nice having a taste of your own medicine huh Tae?”


Maybe… Maybe there was another Tae in this town too?

Light laughter fills the air and you stiffen up because that distinct laugh definitely belongs to the Jimin that you knew.

Your mind is in a frenzy as you let the fact that you were mere metres away from them sink in. You turn on your heel abruptly, speed walking down the aisle away from the boys. 

Keep reading

I’ve… Made a mistake

It was Tony’s birthday a day ago, I believe, so I decided to write a quick thing because he’s wonderful and I love him. Plus, I felt motivated so I thought why not? 

Happy belated Birthday, Tony!

“I swear you’re going gray,” Clint said, smiling mischievously as he prodded Tony’s temple. “Does that mean I can call you ‘grandpa’ now?”

“Fuck off, Clint,” Tony replied with no real heat.

“Grandpa!” Clint decided before continuously saying, “Grandpa Tony!” as he raced off to join the rest in the kitchen.

Tony rolled his eyes but he was grinning, leaning into the couch as he worked on his tablet. He had nothing else better to do since he had been banned from the kitchen. The team had promptly kept him out, Jarvis their warning siren if Tony even tried to sneak a peek.

Natasha was always the one to come out with a look of fond exasperation and she pulled him back to the common area. She ignored Tony’s pleas and whine like the expert she was and even at one point, tapped his nose like he was a misbehaving kitten.

So Tony was left to pout, his arms crossed over his chest before he decided to get busy. He got hold of his tablet and he had been playing around with it ever since.

“Okay, Tony,” Steve said, exiting the kitchen while drying his hands with a dish towel. “You can stop pouting and come into the kitchen,”

“Who said I was pouting?” Tony asked, eagerly leaping up from the couch. “I have never pouted a single day in my entire life,” He looked down at his tablet before shrugging and tossing it onto the cushions.

“I have pictures, don’t try me,” Steve warned, chuckling as Tony groaned. “I’m sure Clint would love to get his hands on them,”

“Darling, you wouldn’t,” Tony said, scandalized and Steve winked. “I knew I couldn’t trust you,”

“We all know that’s the biggest lie ever,” Steve said, smiling sweetly and Tony couldn’t even disagree with him. “Now, let’s go because I’m pretty sure they’re all getting ansty,”

“Have you gotten Anthony yet?” Thor’s voice came from the kitchen with its familiar boom.

“I’ve got him!”Steve shouted back before tugging on Tony’s arm. “Come on, let’s go,”

“If you’re all planning on scaring me, just know,” Tony said, allowing himself to be tugged along. “I will disown all of you,”

“Mhm,”Steve hummed.

The walk to the kitchen only took about thirty seconds and they stopped right outside the doorway. “You first,” Steve said, waving him forward in a gentlemanly fashion.

Tony snorted. “Goodness, you spoil me,” He replied, before entering the kitchen and stopping right in his tracks.

The kitchen was decorated with homemade decorations, all of them a different theme and color according to an Avenger. The overall color scheme was red and gold, with the streamers and the balloons and even some of the party hats.

Their little dining table had been arranged for a huge meal, the presentation beautiful and delicate. There were even the fancy silver napkin holders and Tony resisted a watery chuckle because there’s a fun memory surrounding those.

All of his favorite foods were on the kitchen counter, so much of it. There was probably going to be enough to find them for the next month, even after a super soldier and a god had their fill. There was lasagna, cheese burgers and those chili fries that he and Clint always fight over. Tony felt his stomach give a soft rumble and he placed a hand lightly over his stomach.

 Then there was the cake, and Tony almost lost it when he saw what it was. It was one of those Iron Man birthday cakes that could be found at supermarkets. The Iron Man helmet was the design and Tony was tempted to smash it in because there was so many mistakes.

But this whole thing that his team, no, his family did for was absolutely incredible.

They had organized all of his…just for him.

“I think he’s crying,” Clint whispered, only be to hushed by Bruce.

“Tony,” Steve said, pulling him in close. “Are you okay?”

Tony sniffled and simply burrowed his head into Steve’s chest, shaking his head as he took a deep breath.

“Does this not please you?” Thor asked worriedly. “Is there something we did not do right?”

Tony was quick to shake his head as he looked at Thor. “No!” He exclaimed, shaking his head once more. “No, it’s absolutely perfect…it’s so wonderful,”

“Whew,” Clint pretended to wipe off sweat from his forehead. “Because this took a pretty long time and I swear, I almost ate all the chili fries,”

“I would have killed you,” Tony replied with ease.

“I would have been worried if you didn’t,”

Natasha came forward and wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulders. “We wanted to do something special for you since you’re always doing things for us,” She said, smiling warmly. “And since it’s your birthday, why not have some fun and spoil you a little?”

Tony gave a disbelieving chuckle. “Honestly, guys, you didn’t have to do this,” He then gestured to the cake. “I would have been fine with a card and a cake-”

“We wanted to do it,” Bruce interrupted. “We wanted to and we wanted you to know how much we appreciate you,” He then shrugged, smiling. “Nothing wrong with showing a bit of love,”

Tony bit his bottom lip, looking around the room at the people who had made his life so much more. These were the people who were his partners, his teammates and also his family. Before they came along, he only had Rhodey and Pepper who always remained highly important in his life. But being apart of the Avengers and forming such a bond showed him that he didn’t always have do everything on his own.

He loved them and they loved him.

Taking a deep breath, Tony nodded and laughed when everyone erupted into cheers. “The festivities begin!” Thor exclaimed happily as he and Clint high-fived.

The whole room was instantly buzzing, all of them piling up their plates with food as they laughed, talked and just enjoyed each other’s presence.

Later that evening, as they all sang Happy Birthday to him, Tony knew that there was no other place he’d rather be.

In his office, Tony took a sip of coffee and didn’t even flinch at how cold it had become. He had been busy staring at the dog tags, Steve’s dog tags to be exact.

He had gifted them to Tony on his birthday, that magical night where the whole team had come together like the family they truly were…back then.

His thumb ran over Steve’s name a couple of times before he wore the dog tags once again, not even bothering to hide them underneath his shirt.

That night, he remembered vividly as it had been one of the greatest nights of his life. A fantastic memory that refused to be shattered, it was so annoying.

He wanted to forget.

He wanted to forget them because they had hurt him, he had hurt him so bad.

Tony hesitated before reaching for the black phone, its shape familiar in his hand from holding it so often. Debating on if contacting Steve would be a good or bad idea.

The conclusion was usually bad but sometimes, he hoped that it would be good.

He slowly flipped open the phone and stared at the screen, no notification telling him about a new message that had been received.

Tony chuckled bitterly before closing the phone and gently placing it aside.

“Happy Birthday to me,” Tony sang softly, staring out of the window at the lights of New York City.

anonymous asked:

i absolutely LOATHE ppl who come up to my register on their phones. they'll give me some vague order and then glare at me when i ask them questions, like how dare i interrupt their Very Important conversation. the worst part is that i have been shushed on two different occasions! like!!!! don't come up to me on your phone if u don't want to be interrupted! hang up! put 'em on hold! don't try to initiate a phone call while ordering, it's so frustrating. >:C

Depending on my mood I will either not say a word to them or if I’m feeling petty I will just stand there looking at them until the put the phone down to complain. I just smile and say “I am fine waiting until you are done with your important call” and stare at them. Most will be shamed into putting the phone down or hanging up and we proceed to finish the transaction.

It’s rude to be on your phone in line at a business please don’t do it.


PS: I wonder how long it will be before people stop knowing why we say “hang up the phone”


Part 1 of the Tev/Dren hot springs episode.  Y’know, the good kind of hot springs episode, where it’s fun but then also there’s some character development.

I was actually gonna have this scenario go a different direction, but…it was so boring.  That’s actually why there are so many backgrounds, ‘cuz I wanted to at least challenge myself on the art if the script was boring.  But I changed it (…and then kept the backgrounds anyway)!  I think this is better, and it speeds us on toward The Fluff™.  Win-win.

Tev/Dren Masterpost


Married life with Taehyung
  • Tae: Wifey
  • You: Yes bby?
  • Tae: What's your phone background?
  • You: [nervous] W-Why does that matter?
  • Tae: *takes your phone* Because it d-
  • Tae: *sees shirtless picture of Jimin as your background*
  • Tae: *stares at you*
  • You: I can expla-
  • You: Wha-
  • Tae: *holds up his phone and it's the same picture* See!!
  • Tae: We're so alike I'm glad I married you.
  • -Admin Yeonie

okay shhh i know it’s a crazy pairing ok but here me out its actually a rly cool idea i swear

like it’s actually a hilarious idea if you think about it with mituna’s spurts of vulgarity and lack of impulse control and roxy just batting it right back without missing a beat and he’s so confused at the same time about squishy feisty humans who bleed so easy that sometimes kicks his matesprit’s butt at video games and h O W… D A RE. idk i almost feel like it would flip flop pale and black whenever necessary. 

 ’The usual panic takes over fairly quickly. 4 am finds me frantically attempting to cram his phone into his stupid mail slot downstairs, trying to anonymously return it, but of course this fucking piece of shit phone is the size of a fucking dinner plate and does not fit where mail goes. That is more phone than any one human needs. Why the fuck does he need this much phone? I sincerely doubt the ninety-inch display does much to improve his Flappy Bird score, but he could probably use it to communicate with the fucking international space station if he turned the brightness up enough, Jesus Christ.’

The Pear Tree by Avoidingavoidance

Please read this jeanmarco fic, because it contains one of the funniest paragraphs I’ve ever read

Okay so we all know Alya is determined enough to find out Ladybug’s identity by holding her textbook hostage (seriously, where was Ladybug even keeping that thing) and also by cutting out a picture and holding it against her classmates to compare, right, yes?

What if Alya downloaded one of those face swap apps to swap her classmates’ faces onto Ladybug’s body and Adrien asks to see (he couldn’t resist) just as Alya was about to do it with Marinette, so Adrien holds up the phone to Marinette and its her face with Ladybug’s body, yeah?

And Marinette kinda smiles awkwardly but Adrien is kinda frozen for a second because it’s a perfect match - the frame, the build, the hair style and color, the eye color, oh gosh, the gentleness in her eyes, even the freckles…everything is a perfect match

And now his friends are concerned and Adrien is shaking his head and says its nothing before passing the phone back to Alya.

And he can’t get it out of his head because the clumsy, sweet girl behind him is his Lady and he had once said he would recognize her anywhere.

And he didn’t and he’s so awkward during patrols later and Ladybug is just like “whats up with you kitty?” and Chat is fumbling for an answer and he tries to recover, “oh, i didn’t know you were so concerned, Princess”

Except he has only ever called Marinette Princess and Ladybug his Lady, so Ladybug has wide eyes now and kinda chokes out, “what” and Chat is freaking out and theyre just staring at each other awkwardly on top of the roof of some building

“How did you…I mean…what?”

“I-It was a slip of the tongue, my Lady” Except he can’t lie to her. “The face swap app…the one Alya had, I mean….”



would Hansol love me yet part 4 

alternatively titled: yo what is up heres my face again

i got an anon asking for a mirror selfie so i assumed this is what they wanted lmao. And princelyjeonghan (you are like the cutest munchkin ever btw ily) wanted one too so heres four! c: (lmao breaking my pattern with the 6 selfies wow) ~♡