i avoided this song like the plague and it finally got to me today

geekgreekgirl  asked:

Can I ask for a headcannon about if the paladins accidentally drink a love potion or got stung by a love bug and the first person they saw was their not yet s/o and how would they act around them. Thank you!

I don’t know if my English is very good in this. I haven’t reread it and my brain is just not cooperating with the English language today. Apologies, but I hope you enjoy.

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Loudmouth (Reddie)

(this is my first fic I’ve written and also I haven’t written in months or in past tense so forgive me for any mistakes)

Everything about Richie was loud. Eddie had grown up with him, but would carefully observe how Ben or Mike flinched when Richie would join their group at lunch, slamming down his lunch tray and throwing himself into the first available seat.

“It takes a while to get used to him,” he’d mutter to them, smiling as he made eye contact with Richie. Richie would sling an arm over whoever’s shoulder was closest, picking up someone’s can of pop and gulp it down.

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Let’s Stay Together | three [m]


Genre:
angst, fluff, smut, horror ⚠️: (drug/alcohol use)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Summary: Your first party in Gateway…

A/N: OK Y’ALL… this chapter was SO fun to write. I was deadass milly rocking to Disco music for 6 hours while I wrote this. I loved the music so much, I put the links to every song in this chapter so that you can listen while you read if you want! It really sets the mood for the scenes.

Disclaimer: I do not encourage the illegal consumption of drugs or alcohol. This story is a work of fiction.

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“Do I look okay? It’s not too much?” You shift anxiously, leaning against the passenger side door.

Jisoo finally found an outfit she said you had to have. It’s a set going for $200 dollars at retail price- she gave it to you for $25. The pants are in the bell-bottom style, but are made entirely of the softest, smoothest gold satin instead of the usual denim or corduroy. They hug your ass tightly and highlight the shapely curves of your legs, flaring at the bottom over your wooden wedges. They sit comfortably high on your waist, leaving a couple inches of your midsection bare. The pants came with a matching satin crop top. It’s not too low-cut, but shows enough skin to leave anyone who looks at you wanting more. The sleeves are long and offer a bit of whimsy with the way they flare out over your hands, similarly to the pants. Along with some big gold hoop earrings, the glow of this auriferous ensemble contrasts and complements your skin tone exquisitely. It’s no wonder Taehyung couldn’t wait to get you out of it earlier…

“Y/n, it is… a sin how good you look right now… if they don’t name you the queen of this disco then they’re out of their damn minds.” Taehyung looks up at you with adoration as he finishes fixing his brown leather shoe, then smooths down the silk of his own green Gucci top. It’s also long-sleeved, but loose-fitting and reveals the perfect amount of his tanned chest… you can’t wait to leave a trail of your lip gloss down the length of his abs…

Later…

Looking down with a demure smile, you try to wrangle your thoughts and carnal desires. You rub your hands together, keeping them warm from the slight chill in the air. Taehyung parked his truck a little ways away from the bonfire in efforts to avoid traffic on the way home, and you’re far enough from the warmth of the party to feel the reality of the night weather. The moon, a round beauty in full effect, smiles down on you with the promise of a night you won’t soon forget. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could I have a fluff scenario where Eiji and his best friend, who have secretly liked each other for ages, finally go out on their first date together, only to have it plagued by misfortunes, but they still have fun and the whole thing culminates to a first kiss in a rainstorm? Thanks!

I feel like I’ve kinda gone rusty here ;-; I hope you like it though!


The downpour swayed to its tune, dripping slow, fast, heavy and soft. A mixture of pattering sounds clouded the ears of the couple taking shelter underneath a tree. The locale carried an earthy odour concocted by the raindrops blending with the ground. The place was alive yet wistful.

Eiji smiled apologetically at his crush, _______, who was wiping her head with her handkerchief. She smiled back thinly, clearly not happy for the rain interrupted their date. As if there just weren’t enough interruptions today.

“I’m sorry, _______-san.” Was all Eiji managed to say. ______ turned to him, a little surprised by his sudden apology.

“I didn’t think Van-kun and Nagi-kun would drag the rest out to spy on our…” He trailed off, looking for the word. You were pressed to answer with ‘date’ but he beat you to that, his cheeks tinting in a shade of pink. “….date.” He finished, averting his gaze.

You chuckled, the musical sound gaining his attention, his gentle violet eyes now focused on you alone. “It’s alright. I still had fun.Though Van really shouldn’t have clicked so many pictures while whistling and teasing us.” You mumbled with a blush.

“And Nagi shouldn’t have tried to dress up as a ghost so you’d hug me.” Eiji replied, remembering how you clung to him. The thought sent a thrum of excitement down his spine.

The little midget succeeded in looking like an utter zombie. He creepily appeared from the bushes and you screamed, bolting straight into Eiji’s arms. He held you firmly and you heard Van woot in the distance, instantly leaving his embrace at the sound.

“Eiichi shouldn’t have threatened me in a corner. Well, not threatened more like warned.” You muttered angrily. You hoped that today would be just for the two of you. Eiji gently reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers onto yours. You blushed, tightening your grip.

“And that puppy which refused to leave me until her owner appeared…” Eiji reminded, chuckling at the memory. He recalled your expression. You were torn in between fighting the little pup because it hogged all of Eiji’s attention and between petting the adorable animal.

The thunder sounded aloud and you leaned closer. Eiji sighed into your hair, loving the misty scent it carried. He loved every bit of you. From your hair to your voice. To your smile and your frown. Every single thing.

He always liked you. Admired you. He knew was he was shy when it came to such feelings but before he knew it, he was utterly captured in love with you. He couldn’t bear telling you, he was afraid that he’d lose your friendship but it was Van who told him, “It didn’t hurt to try. Besides, at least you got it out of your heart!”

He didn’t know how this would end but he agreed with Van. It didn’t hurt to try and get across his feelings to you. What clawed at his heart was that you were his best friend and that it was possible that you never saw him the way he saw you.

He tentatively embraced you, you shuddered when your ear came in contact with the sounds of his wild, beating heart. Your heart thumped in a similar rhythm, the sounds of the rain paling in loudness when compared to the song of your heartbeats.

You pulled away, your face red as a tomato, the palpitations like a drum in your ears. You refused to meet his violet eyes, the colour of a royal iris, blooming in magnificent kindness. A sensation of warmth bloomed similarly in your chest as you stepped out, the showers from the skies cooling your hot face and body.

“_______-san?” Eiji looked surprised. Part of why the two of you looked for shelter was so that you could avoid getting wet and here you were, willingly getting soaked. His feet were drawn to you as he entered the fray, the water drenching his clothes but he didn’t mind as long as that brought him closer to you.

He closed his eyes, loving the cool sensations the rain offered like as if it were more than ready to simmer down the erratic thumping of his heart that sent forth heat to all parts of his body.

He froze when a cold palm met his cheek, raising his temperature and the heat built up in the air around you two. He slowly opened his eyelids, to find your (e/c) gaze and parted lips coupled with the uneven rise and fall of your chest.

His body thrummed and his voice gave out, as the words tumbled out of his mouth, clear and firm like the drops that caressed and drenched your bodies.

“I love you, _______.” It was a whisper amongst the cacophony of the pattering and yet you heard them. Was it because you were seeking out for those words? Your breathing went erratic, your heart pounded inside your chest, your palm suddenly felt heavier on his cheeks.

Without a word, you carefully placed your lips onto his cool and wet ones. Heat sprang from your insides, the mixed palpitations of both of your hearts sounding into the air. His palm found its way to your cheek, his other arm strongly pulling you closer to him.

He left your lips, only to catch them in a deeper kiss, so sweet that you melted into a puddle. Such a tentative kiss. You became the axis of his love which encompassed and spun around you; this one kiss was enough to tug immensely onto your heartstrings. You lost yourself to this one action, there was something that ran deep in his gentleness which drew you closer.

You pulled away, to steady your beating heart and to breathe. Your eyes met his rising and falling chest, your hand was on his warm cheek. The downpour was softening but your hearts refused to. He kissed your lips again, soft and gentle. Your hands wrung into his wet locks of brown hair, willingly giving yourself up for his kiss. His arms held you steady, although you knew this moment was enough to make the two of you lose your footing and tumble down.

“I love you.” You whispered, your warm breath, tickling when you left his lips and wrapped your arms around him, your head on his chest. “I love you, Eiji.” Your voice, rang out, defined. The raindrops landed onto your lips and he brushed them away, his smile radiant. “I love you too, my _______.” Eiji’s forehead was pressed to yours, his chest warming in love.

Forgetting the words of your favorite song

Summary:  You are really cold and distant to Jungkook and he kind of hates you for it, and is really mean to you, then he finds out your ex (whom you loved) died
Members: Jungkook x Reader
Type: Angst
Length: 1,380 words

- Admin Mocha

Originally posted by jengkook

“You’re assigned to Jungkook today.”

  A sign involuntarily slipped past your lips as you ran a hand through your hair and nodded slowly, turning around to collect your tools so that you could unwillingly work with the maknae of BTS. You were a stylist in the same company as the popular boy band, and due to the fact they had just recently made a comeback, the make up artists were busy as ever. You were going to have to do his hair, draw on his eyeliner and eyebrows, and even pat on his foudation and powder. At first, you were enthusiastic to take on the job, but a look at Jungkook sent shivers down your spine and a pang of hatred in your heart that ran deep. You of course, never showed this, you were never outright rude or mean to him because a heavy part of your job included interacting with him. You didn’t mind the other members, in fact, you had a close relationship with the other boys. With Jungkook though, you just acted cold and distant because you didn’t like him.

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Hey Jude

prompt by ashighasalways:  “I just pictured Dean and Cas as strangers starting to sing/dance the same song in a public place.”

word count: 2209

author’s note: I’m not exactly sure that’s what you had in mind but that idea got stuck in my head and I really hope you’ll like it :)


It’s cramped and hot and noisy and Dean hates every second of it.

Admittedly he despises airplanes on principle since they’re huge metal beasts that will most likely take you to your early death where no one is able to find your body. He avoids them like the plague normally, even if they’d be equipped with a big pool, a casino and a zoo at the same time. He’s got his car and a lot of patience, so why risk your life like that (and he always pretends to be deaf when people tell him that the chance to die in a car accident is way higher than during a plane crash)?

He’s happy the way he is and he doesn’t want to change a thing.

But then Sam decided to throw a huge party for his 25th birthday and since that moron lives in New York at the moment since he’ll finish his studies and Dean wasn’t able to take free from work early enough to drive with the Impala he was forced to grab this fucking plane and hope for the best.

Stupid little brothers and their puppy dog eyes!

Now he sitting in his uncomfortable seat inside that death trap and waits for the monster to wake up and rise to the sky.

And his heart is about to jump out of his chest.

He knows he’s ridiculous since a lot of people fly every day and usually nothing awful happens. So it’s not likely he’ll meet death today. But he can’t make that voice inside his head shut up for even a second.

So Dean closes his eyes and starts to hum, like he did in the lobby before. Hell, like he did in the cab on the way to the airport. He thinks about the Beatles-song his Mom used to sing to him, every night. It’s calming and soothing and sometimes he can still hear her voice.

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better …”

He still picks up the noises around him but they’re not that intimidating anymore. He thinks about his mother’s smile, about how she always used to say, “Don’t worry, baby, angels are watching over you” and he quietens down a bit.

Until he hears a chuckle beside him.

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