i want to hear you live

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“You know, we live in an ironic age,” he says. “To hear Garry go up there in this quite probably cheesy ceremony from another time – you know, campy, kitschy, in a crappy part of Hollywood – it could be just awful. If you pull back a certain way, you want to just run. Listening there, I don’t know what Garry is going to say, and I hear him try to say heartfelt, loving things as a friend, and I’m like, ‘Yeah, he’s really trying to communicate, and that’s beautiful and ballsy.’ Because people are out of that habit. It’s so hostile the way we communicate socially now, and so ironic and so meta and distant and multilayered. To hear a guy go out there and say, ‘I love Dave.’ I felt exposed.”

David Duchovny

Please

Talk to me about Pokemon. I can’t buy USUM because of financial reasons, but I have about fifty million OCs and love team building. I’ve been living the Pokemon life since I was 8. I’m 26 now. That’s SO MUCH OF MY LIFE SPENT POKEMONING.

You have OCs with rad teams? Tell me.

You want to hear about my OCs? Please let me gush.

And maybe we can share FC and battle sometime? (Just a reminder that I haven’t battled real people in years because I like smashing NPCs.)

i just want lyndsey to know how special to me she is and how talented she has always been to me. she is a huge inspiration for me such as learning to play the guitar. i really got into playing instruments because of her and how badass she looks up on stage and the way she performs the songs live rather than how you hear it on the album. little fact abt me i have tons of videos of them playing live to listen to rather than the actual album because hearing it live (even though it’s through headphones) is still really amazing to listen to because i admire lynn’s voice and the boy’s instrumental talents. it’s 100% acceptable and understandable for lynn’s voice to be how it is. they’re always making sure to put on a show and get as many tour dates as possible for everyone to hear their music in person which is so special for me and everyone else. they’re all so tired i know they are and i hope they get a long break where they can all relax and lynn can rest her vocals soon. she will always be a huge impact for me and a person i adore no matter her flaws she makes because we’re all human okay (yes this is a pic of me and her)

bewareofdevilstraps  asked:

Before I found your blog I was conflicted in liking Billy. Sure he's an ass but with the stress of the abuse he is mostly forgiven though some of the things he did aren't forgiven. As a fellow abuse victim I get it being a dick is how he vents and possibly how he keeps people away so they don't see him as a victim. I just want to say thanks I'm glad I found your blog.

Thank you for this wonderful comment! I love hearing that people are enjoying my blog and that it is helping them in their lives <33 I tear up and get emotional over it. You have no idea how much comments like yours help me. Thank you so much <3

anonymous asked:

can you tell us more encounters with Susan (I know they are a fictional character, but i'd love to hear more white suburban mom bonding.)

me: susan darling how was the holiday to the bahamas

susan: it was so exotic : )

me slowly stuffing her living room decorations in my pockets so i can pawn them later at an alarmingly cheap rate: yes please tell me more

my other neighbour gamantha: umm susan she’s-

me levelling her with a stare because i know gamantha is sleeping with the pool boy and she doesn’t want anyone to know:

gamantha, who is aware of this: yes don’t worry susan : )

blackwhiteboys  asked:

I love the swirl. I am a black gay femme sub who lives in Weho. I have always been enamored with chivalrous white men. I’m curious. What are your views in interracial dating vs interracial sex? I just want to hear your ideas to see if I’m alone or if others see it how I do. I’m so curious.

I think all is good, I have been in long term relationships, if you can have good sex within relationships it’s all good. I more find for myself guys aren’t into the relationship aspect, and often I attract men who want to be feminized which isn’t my thing although I don’t judge. As long the guy your with accepts you for you, it can’t go wrong 👍🏿

I’ve been writing a sheith time travel au for nanowrimo, but lately i’ve hit a dead end of sorts. It’s canon divergence, in that Shiro goes back in time after his disappearance in season 2, and Keith goes back after he tries to ram himself into the force field in season 4. They both go back to different times in their lives (Shiro to his gladiator days and Keith to the day Shiro comes back to Earth), but they both don’t know the other is also a time traveler. The fic itself is sheith, but really slowburn with mutual pining, with a focus on the characters as well as the team. 

So if you guys have any ideas/suggestions for what they could change in the canon (like certain characters appearing earlier or something), what you would want to see, etc. I’d really love to hear it. I can’t promise that it will end up in the fic, but I’ll definitely consider it if you have any. If you want to discuss it with me or anything, even better! I’m always up for new friends to talk to about sheith! Just reply, or reblog with your suggestions or even just shoot me a message.

【TRANS】 EXO’rdium[dot] Live Album - Interview

Q: What does Chen mean to the other members?

Xiumin: Chen. Out of the EXO members, I spend the most time with Chen. Even if we don’t speak, I think I know what Chen is thinking. Thank you for following me well and it’s a relief that you’re in EXO. You know my infinite affection, right?
Suho: Chen. Thank you for following what I say. I play around with you a lot, but I do it because I like you so you can joke around with me comfortably. I want to hear more of what you say.
Baekhyun: Chen, we’re coworkers who joined EXO at a similar time. He’s a friend I can lean on. Chen, it’s hard to sing high parts, right? To you who smiles even during unpleasant times, and for taking care of the members with bright energy, I’m grateful.
Chanyeol: I think Chen has always been consistent. From the start, until now. If there has been a change, it’s my heart for Chen. I like Chen more than before, and I’m more comfortable with Chen than I was before. Sometimes I want to say to him, “You should be more greedy,” I care for him that much. But I want to say to Chen, “Be with us in the same way in the future.” Since I like Chen so much now.
D.O: To Chen who I really love, I’m really thankful that you always share good energy to the members through a bright appearance.
Kai: Chen hyung, when you yell out high notes onstage, I really feel catharsis. I always think Hyung is cool, and I’m proud. I ask you for awesome stages in the future, too. And take good care of your throat so it doesn’t get damaged.
Sehun: I always respect Hyung’s positive mind. When the members are tired, I always receive strength from Hyung saying, “Just do it slowly.” I think I’ve learned how to [work] slowly but straightly from Hyung. I think the team’s atmosphere has become better because of Hyung. I’m always thankful.

trans: andie @ fychen ϟ please take out with full credit!

You don’t need to hear Taylor Swift declare her old self dead—as she does on the incendiary “Look What You Made Me Do”—to know that reputation is both a warning shot to her detractors and a full-scale artistic transformation. There’s a newfound complexity to all these songs: They’re dark and meaningful, catchy and lived-in, pointed and provocative. She’s braggadocious on “End Game,” a languid hip-hop cut with Ed Sheeran and Future, and then sassy and sensual on “…Ready for It?” and “I Did Something Bad.” But songs like “Call It What You Want” and “Delicate” bring Taylor’s many emotional layers together and confront the dynamic between her celebrity and personal life: “My reputation’s never been worse/So, you must like me for me,” she offers. It all makes for a boundlessly energetic, soul-baring pop masterpiece—and her boldest statement yet.
—  iTunes’ review of reputation

The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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Truth or Dare

pairing : steve harrington x reader

warnings : smut (oral! fem on male)

requests : none :)


a/n : i’ve been making my friend watxh stranger things so i’m in a writing mood to write some stanger things stuff AND YES I MADE IT SO STEVE AND NANCY NEVER HAD A THING OOPS

“Time to get sheet faced?” I questionee as I held the neon orange piece of paper.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun.” Nancy nudged me as we walked down the school hallway.

“I don’t know, these kind of parties aren’t my speed.” I argued and she rolled her eyes.

“Everyone is going to go, even Steve.” Her voice was almost taunting at the last part. My heart leapt into my chest when she said his name.

“You’re going, end of story.” Nancy smiled before walking into her classroom leaving me speechless.

My heart was racing and my hands were shaking as I scavenged through my closet for a costume. As I frantically searched, my phone rang. I raced over answering to Nancy claiming that she’d be over in 10 and we’d go to the party.

“Nance, I can’t even find a costume.” I complained as I flopped down onto my bed.

“Come on, that’s easy. Wear that black and white stripped shirt you have and put on a black hat, bam you’re a bank robber.” She explained.

“You think that’ll look good?” I asked.

“Yes now get ready! I’m leaving now.” She said before she hung up the phone.

Nancy’s car pulled up as I put together the finishing touches of my costume, slipping a black beanie over the top of my head and checking the outfit over once more in the mirror.

I could see her headlights through my window, signaling for me to hurry up so I quickly escorted myself from the house, entering her car and greeting Nancy with a warm smile.

“You look like you’re about to steal some hearts.” Nancy winked at her clever comment and I rolled my eyes.

“Very funny.” I laughed as she drove off to the party.

Before we even entered the house I could already hear the loud music coming from the house. The silhouettes of the teenagers through the windows showed they were all dancing carefree without any doubts.

Once Nancy and I entered, one of our other friends Olivia called us over. A large group of people were sitting in a circle.

“Nancy! (Y/N)! Come join us in a game of truth or dare.” Olivia called happily, patting at the space on the couch next to her. Nancy and I complied and Nance sat next to Olivia and I sat down next to Nancy.

“What are you guys doing?” Steve Harrington himself walked over to the group, drink in hand.

“We’re playing truth or dare, you in Harrington?” A guy named Joshua called to him. Steve let out a huff and nodded, moving so he could sit in the only empty spot which was next to me.

“Alright guys, it’s Halloween night, so no holding back on dares you got it?” Olivia asked the group and everyone agreed.

As the game pursued, the dares slowly began to amp up. Barely any truths were asked, and it went from simple pecks between strangers to lap dances and strip teasing. More people have joined and I was silently praising that I was able to sink down enough into the couch so I wouldn’t be called on.

“(Y/N) has anyone dares you yet?” Nancy asked, finally looking over at you.

“No but it’s fine.” I quickly spewed our knowing that she was now going to dare me.

“No! You said you’d play so you should. So, truth or dare?” Nancy asked as my heart rate escalated.

“Dare, I guess.” I said softly and Nancy smiled.

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with…” She eyes the group of people even though I knew very well who she’d pick. “Steve” She finished the sentence and Steve and I both made eye contact. He grinned and nodded giving a simple okay. We both stood up, walking over to the small closet and closing the door behind us.

“So, enjoying the party?” Steve asked as he finished closing the door and scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah it’s alright, what about you?” I asked trying to remain calm.

“It’s going really well now.” He smirked taking a step closer.

“Why?” I asked growing even more nervous.

“Because I’m in a room with the hottest girl at this party all by myself.” He took another step closer so now we were only a couple inches apart.

“Really?” I asked, my voice timid.

“Really (Y/N), I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you the whole night.” With that he sunk his head down, connecting my lips with his. To my surprise, the kiss was slow and sweet, as if Steve was trying to savor every taste as well was I.

Steve’s hands gravitated to my waist, sliding around it and holding on loosely but with a firm grip. My hands flew into his hair, tugging harshly at the soft strands causing him to let out a low moan.

Steve’s tongue ran across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, granting him the access he was asking for, swirling our tongues together in a fiery dance of passion. Steve began taking steps forward until I was pushed back against the wall, Steve’s mouth moved from mine to my neck. Leaving harsh kisses down my neck and then he immediately stopped.

I whined at the loss of intimacy and he took a step back grinning. As if on command, the door flung open with Olivia with her hands on her hips.

“Did you guys just stand there? That’s boring. Well, while you guys just chatted in here the game ended and a lot of people left so you guys can leave if you want.” Olivia explained, before walking off. Steve turned to me smirking slightly.

“What do you say we go back to my place? My parents aren’t home right now, actually they won’t be home all weekend.” Steve offered and I happily agreed.

The minute we walked into Steve’s house, Steve pushed me up against the door, kissing me once more but this time it was filled with passion and lust. My arms wound tightly around his neck and his large hands went for every inch of my body, exploring as well as discarding articles of clothing.

“Wow.” Steve breathed out as I stood there shirtless. He quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the couch in his living room. Laying me down and then throwing off his shirt before hovering over me. He kissed down my body, only stopping to replace his kisses with a harsh bite. I moaned out loudly at the feeling and I could feel Steve smile against my skin.

“That’s right, baby. Be as loud as you want. Nobody will hear.”

With that I flipped us over so I was straddling him and his eyes went wide.

“The same goes for you.” I smiled seductively to him as I slowly undid his belt and the button of his jeans, I pulled them down, allowing for his concealed hard on to spring free. I admired his naked body before I lowered my head towards where he needed me most. I licked a long strip on the underside of him and he let out a deep growl at the feeling. I wasn’t satisfied with his reaction so I decided to completely take in as much of him as I could.

Once he hit the back of my throat I began to pump him through my mouth at a painfully slow movement. Using my hand to caress everything else I couldn’t fit in. Steve’s mouth was filled with whines and whimpers at the pace. Finally getting closer to the satisfaction of his actions I began to pump faster on him, swirling my tongue around him as well. He began to buck his hips, making me take even more of him into my mouth.

He began to let out loud groans in pleasure at the feelings and once I reached a speed and could feel him twitching, he pulled me off.

“As much as I love you for that, I’d rather cum inside you.” Steve admired and I blushed. As I sat there straddling him, I slowly unclipped my bra and felt the cold air hit my chest. Steve’s hand gently brushed up against my face as he brought my face closer to his.

“You are absolutely beautiful.” He gushed to me and I smiled, nuzzling my face into his hand. Pushing my lips to his, Steve moved his hands to remove my pants as well as my panties, leaving us both completely naked. He switched positions so I was once again my back was resting against the couch and Steve used his upper arms to hold himself up.

“Are you ready?” Steve asked almost in a whisper and I was caught off guard by his sudden carefulness. I nodded at him and brought him into another sensual kiss as he began to insert himself into me. We both moaned into each other’s mouths as the level of pleasure filled us both. Steve began to thrust in and out, slow and steady at first and then picking up the pace. My nails raked against his back and pulled tightly at his hair.

His head ducked down to rest in the crook of my neck and I decided to switch positions one more time. I flipped us so I was riding him as Steve laid back, letting me do the work. I bounced on him quickly as Steve tightly gripped my hips, helping me get into a rhythm that suited both of us. A knot tied tighter in my stomach at the new position I threw my head back, moaning out.

“You look so hot.” Steve moaned as he took one of his hands to massage my breast. The knot tied tighter and tighter until I couldn’t bear it and I came down from a strong high. I screamed out and Steve came to, moaning out.

As we both came down from our highs I fell flush against Steve and he wrapped his strong arms around my torso.

“I really think we should do that again.” Steve offered.

“What about your parents?” I inquired.

“Like I said, they won’t be home all weekend.” Steve smirked.

Originally posted by maxmayfield

Best Of Me - Jimin Version

Summary: Jimin knew he loved you, he loved everything about you. He also knew that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, so he forced himself to hate you and it worked. It left the both of you broken hearted, and you ignoring him. Will he confess to you? Or will you leave him for good?

Best Of Me - 5/7

Word Count: 6777

Originally posted by springdayserendipity

The way you tilt your head back when you laugh. The way you scrunch your nose when you’re playing a video game against Jungkook and you’re losing. The way you wrap yourself up into blanket before sitting down, no matter the temperature. The way your hair comes untuck from behind your ears and falls into your face. The way you always talk, with light in your voice, always intrigued at what the others are saying.

Jimin hated it. He hated your laugh, he hated how loud and obnoxious it was. He loved watching you lose against Jungkook, but hated hearing you whine about it. He never understood the blanket concept, even when it’s scorching out, you somehow manage to be covered up. He hates how you never do anything with your hair, how it’s always down and a mess, like you just rolled out of bed. And your voice, it cuts him like glass.

Right now, he’s cringing at just how loud your voice is as you’re complaining to Hoseok about your day at work. Still dressed in your work clothes, you just had to come over and rant to someone. He can hear you plain as day from the living room, interrupting his TV show that he so badly wanted to watch.

“I just don’t understand what went through her mind to do something like that! She completely messed up twenty-five files Hoseok! I would have understand if it was like five, but twenty-five!” You let out a groan and placed your elbows on the countertop as you watched Hoseok grab items from the refrigerator to make a quick dinner.

“I mean, it’s only her what, fifth week, cut her some slack Y/N, she’ll learn.” Hoseok was too forgiving sometimes, you on the other hand didn’t have the patience to be dealing with 25 files being recorded incorrectly. It leaves you to redo them, at home, on your own time.

“Yeah, her fifth week.” You rolled your eyes and massaged your temples with your index fingers. “Hoseok she should know better.”

“Well maybe,” he placed some salad ingredients on the countertop next to you with knife as well, “she was just stressed or got too caught up in her thoughts, I don’t know. Just ask her tomorrow, it’s not like she did it on purpose. Oh can you also cut that tomato?”

You grabbed the knife with your hand and started cutting up the tomato, taking small pieces from it and plopping it into your mouth. “I guess you’re right, I’ll talk to her tomorrow. It’s just,” you set the knife down as Hoseok reached above you for 2 bowls, “now I have to redo all those files.”

Hoseok started making the two of you salads as you grabbed some water from the fridge. You sat at the table as he brought over the 2 bowls. “How about, you stay here and I can help you.” He let out a cheeky grin.

“How about no.” The both of you looked up to be greeted with Jimin leaning against the wall. “How about you go home and get that done.”

“Good afternoon to you too Jimin.” You grinned at him, and Jimin scoffed. “I mean Jimin is right Hobi, I should go home and get this done.”

“No it’s alright, do it here and I can maybe help you. I don’t know with what, but I can try.” Hoseok was trying his best to help take the workload off of you, he hated seeing you stressed out like this. Jimin on the other hand, didn’t mind watching you suffer. As long as you leave at the end of the night or anytime soon, it was just fine for him.

“Are you sure I won’t be intruding?”

“When are you ever intruding? You seriously just barged in here twenty minutes ago!” Hoseok and you both let out a laugh. You nodded your head at him, indicating that he was right. You didn’t need to knock anymore, you were always here, and it helped that you were Taehyung’s childhood friend growing up.

“You have a point, let me just go to my car quickly then and grab everything.” You bustled out of their apartment and Jimin let out a groan.

“Why are you inviting her to stay?” Annoyance laced his voice.

“Uhm I don’t know because she’s our friend?” Hoseok grabbed your bowl along with his and placed them in the dishwasher. “What’s so bad about her being here?”

Jimin ran his hands down his face. “She’s just so annoying hyung! I wanted to watch my TV show but I couldn’t because of her being too loud like always!” Hoseok just laughed.

“Jimin, stop being childish. She’s a friend and we treat with her respect around here.”

“Well she’s your guy's’ friend but she isn’t mine. I can’t stand her.” With that, Jimin left the kitchen and sat back down on the couch, turning the volume up on the TV.

You walked through the door again, with folders in your hand and your laptop case thrown around your shoulder. Hoseoks’ eyes went wide, looking at each folder you had to do. “I told you it was a lot yet you told me to it’s gonna be alright!” You strode past him, heading into the living room. You sat down on the other end of the couch from Jimin, and he glared at you. “What?” You questioned him as you sat everything down, and watched what was on the TV.

“I think you should leave.” He said it darkly, his eyes squinting at you, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you it’s just my normal spot to go and…”

“Bye.” He waved at you, and turned the volume up even more to silence you. You and Hoseok walked back out into the kitchen, and he helped you place your items neatly on the table.

“I’m sorry if I made him upset.” Apologizing to Hoseok wasn’t going to anything.

“Nah don’t worry about, he’s been in a mood all day.” Opening your laptop bag and retrieving your laptop, you set it out on the table so you and Hoseok could look at the spreadsheets you needed to do. “Well how about,” Hoseok started and he opened one of the folders you had, “you start with this folder, and I’ll organize each folder and hand them to you, and then place the done folders on the other side of us.”

“God you’re a life savior Hobi.” You snatched the folder from his hand as he let out a chuckle. “But if you don’t mind,” his eyes peeled away from the sheets of paper to look at you, “can you get me a blanket please?”

_______

Your eyes were dry, your fingers hurt, your head was pounding, but the 25th file was done and inputted into your laptop. Shutting your laptop, you stared at Hoseok and let out a sigh. “How long was that?” Hoseok peered down at his watch and his eyes went wide. “What?”

“Five hours Y/N, oh my god.” He rubbed his eyes intensely as he drug out the last word in his sentence.

“I think it was only five hours because Tae and Namjoon came back.” You grabbed your laptop case and placed it on the table while sliding your laptop into it.

“Tae acted like he hadn’t seen you in years when he saw you yesterday morning.” Hoseok rolled his eyes at the younger boy, as he stood up and pushed in his chair. The only light that was on was a small one above the table, otherwise the whole house was dark and quiet.

“Oh be nice, that’s my best friend ya know?” A half smile came across your lips as you stood as well, stretching. “Thanks again for the help, and I’m sorry for keeping you up.”

Hoseok waved his hands at you with a little ‘psh’ coming out of his mouth. “It was no problem Y/N, I’m glad you got it done though and can go home and sleep.” You grabbed the neatly stacked files as you adjusted the laptop on your shoulder.

“Ugh sleep sounds amazing right about now.” The blanket you were wrapped up in was now in your hands. You walked to the living room quickly to place it on the couch, but saw Jimin fast asleep and shivering. With the one hand that was available you tossed the blanket over Jimin and fixed it as neatly as you could so it covered him up all the way.

Jimin’s eyes opened faintly to see the image of you adjusting a blanket on him. He didn’t know he was that cold until you woke him up momentarily. “Thanks.” He mumbled out, before turning to his side and dozing off again, or so you thought.

You walked back out into the kitchen to be greeted with Hoseok by the door, waiting for you. “Jimin looked cold so I put the blanket on him.” You sheepishly grin as you slid on your shoes.

“I bet he appreciates that.” Hoseok opened the door for you while saying good-bye and gently shut it. He walked over to the table and turned of the light, and as he was yawning, heading to the bathroom he bumped into Jimin.

“Tell her to not put a blanket on me again.” He shoved the blanket into Hoseok’s chest and walked past him.

“Jimin she only did it because you were cold.” Hoseok threw the blanket onto the couch as the younger got to the bathroom before him.

“Well tell her thanks for waking me up.” He slammed the door on Hoseok, and Hoseok let out a little growl.

“Well maybe you should thank her because every time you sleep on the couch your neck ends up hurting.” Hoseok waited for a reply from Jimin, but nothing came out his mouth. Hoseok stood there contently, knowing that he was right. The door finally opened and Jimin walked out.

“Well tell her that I hate her.”

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Klarg: As I live and breathe, Taako, my dearest friend! What are you doing here?

Taako: Well, I was invisible. And now I’m not, so thank you for that, that’s good.

Klarg: I’m sorry, I thought I smelled your beautiful musk.

Taako: And indeed you did, very perceptive.

Klarg: I just want to say, I want to clear the air. The last time we saw each other, you made me jump off of a motorcycle, onto a tank, into a laser beam, and I just want to say, I understand why you had to do that-

Taako: Sure.

Klarg: -and I’m not angry.

Taako: Uhhhh. It’s good to see you.

Klarg: It’s very good to see you.

Taako: I, I um-

Klarg: I have a new tea backstage I’m very excited about, I think you’re going to love it.

Taako: First off, let’s say the obvious: I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to try and kill ya.

Klarg: That was really sweet. I have something I also want to-

Griffin: And then you hear like a BZZZT, and he goes rigid.

Taako: Son of a bitch.

Griffin: And then he fucking suplexes you.

Eyes Closed ;; Tom Holland

a/n: AHHHHHHHHHH IM SCREAMING BECAUSE BROOOOOO THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG AND IM JUST NOW WRITING IT AHHHHHHH. but on another note, lemme know what you think!! please!!

summary: tom and the reader are roommates and he has to close his eyes to help her out in certain situations

warnings: uhhh mentionings of nudity and some foul language

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“Thomas!” I yell from the bathroom, hiding my bare, cold, and wet body from behind the shower curtain.

God this was so embarrassing, but an honest mistake as well. My face started to heat up, my mind making up scenarios and the things Tom would say. He’d probably think I’m a major dumbass and who wants to live with a dumbass? Idiots. And Tom is not an idiot so therefor, after this is finished with, I am expecting him to start boxing up his stuff or something.

“Y/N? What’s up, is something wrong?” I hear his concerned voice muffled behind the closed door.

A soft smile is brought to my face at the sound of him, but I hurry to answer his question, “I’m fine, just forgot my towel on my bed. Can you like, I don’t know…”

There’s a brief silence between us and I hear his lighthearted chuckle, “You want me to bring it in there for you, Y/N?”

“I’m that much of a trouble?”

“Not at all, darling.” I listen to his footsteps fade away and then another light knock against the door, “I’m coming in, my hand is over my eyes so I won’t see you.”

I peek from behind the curtain and hold my hand out. The doorknob twists and he opens the door. It hits the door stopper and he walks in. I can’t help but let out a little giggle at how adorable he was acting. I’m glad he let me have my privacy and that he didn’t seemed phased by this. I grab the towel and thank him, our hands brushing in the midst of him handing off the towel.

“You’re great, T.” I smile, drying myself off from behind the curtain.

I hear him shut the door then on the other side of it say, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that about me!”

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“Shit.”

Well actually, not really, more like piss but whatever. I’m still stuck on the toilet with no toilet paper. Why am I always stuck in this situation, and why do I always drag Tom into them? By this point, he probably doesn’t care, but I always feel so guilty afterwards.

“Tom!” I yell his name, setting my elbows on my knees in an effort to lean closer to the door. No response, “Thomas Stanley!”

Quick footsteps sound and they make their way closer to the door until it swings open, Tom appearing on the doorframe right in front of me, “Sorry love what’s up-“

“Tom! Get out what the fuck!”

The door slams as I grab the hem of the oversized sweater was wearing and tried to hide myself with it. My face burns with embarrassment, knowing all too well that he saw more than either of us wanted. I hold my head in my hands, mortified. Man, I need to start locking the door.

“I am-” Tom sighs from the other side of the door, “so stupid. And so so so sorry, Y/N.”

I breathe out a laugh, letting go of the sweater, “Your not stupid, it’s fine.”

“What did you need, darling?”

“Uhhh, toilet paper. Sorry.” I chuckle, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was walk back in to the bathroom with me still sitting on the toilet.

“Alright, I’ll close my eyes this time. I promise.” he says, the smile on his face was evident in his voice.

The door handle twists again and I pull my shirt down again, just in case. His entire arm is thrown across his eyeslids this time as he holds out the toilet paper. I snatch it and he quickly turns around, blindly finding the door and walking out. It was a hilariously precious sight, and so nice knowing that I had at least a little dignity left.

“Thank you! I love you!” I call, tearing off some of the paper, the ripping sounding like angels singing.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to deliver toilet paper to anyone other than you.”

;;

“Arrghhh!” I groan, throwing my arms down at my sides and stomping my foot in frustration, “This is why I should always wear sports bras.”

The clasp on the back of my bra was stuck and wouldn’t come undone. I would try and pull it over my head, but being that this is my nicest one, I wasn’t willing to risk damaging it. I look at the time on the stove and huff before throwing my arms behind my back again and struggling miserably, again. I should probably head back to my bedroom instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen with no shirt. But alas, the flat door opened and in followed Tom.

And like any sensible girl does when she’s only wearing a bra, I collapsed to the ground, hiding behind the kitchen island.

“Tom!”

“Y/N? Why are you broached behind the island?” he laughs, confused by my hiding.

“Uh,” I mumble, trying to think of a reasonable excuse but none are believable, so, i just blurt, “I’m not wearing a shirt and I can’t unhook my bra. Help?”

“My eyes are already closed, love.”

I rise slowly from the ground, watching him navigate his way towards me by touching everything. I guide him, and finally he’s behind me. His fingers cold against my hot skin, causing goosebumps to rise as he fiddles with the clasp.

“Oh, lacey? Who were trying to impress, Y/N?” he hums teasingly, playing with some of the small ruffles on the straps.

“I thought your eyes were closed, hmm? Don’t be a peeping Tom now, Tom.” I laugh at my own pun and can practically sense Tom rolling his eyes at my terrible comment.

“They are love, I’m a man of my word, I can feel the lace though.” He says, his breath hitting the back of my neck, causing a slight shiver to go down my spine, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Myself.” I state matter-of-factly.

“Atta girl.” he chuckles, finally twisting the clasp free.

“Wow, you must have experience, Holland.” I chuckle, wondering how in the world he unhooked it with his eyes closed.

“Well,” he mumbles, eyes still closed as I start to walk away, “I may have peeked once or twice. And the blue looks nice on you I must say.”

“Thomas!” I squeal, running back to my room and shutting the door behind me.

BTS Reaction to Him Shouting at You

GENRE: angst n fluff

WARNINGS: yelling

REQUESTED: nah

A/N: i wrote this last minute, even though i have another reaction saved just in case! i hope you guys enjoy!

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PSA: IT IS UP TO YOU TO DECIDE IF YOU WOULD FORGIVE THE BOYS OR NOT!


JIN


Once Jin arrived home from a frustrating studio day full of being unable to correctly get a dance move down, his smile didn’t return like it typically did at the sight of you. You carried your usual grin, expecting to see your chipper boyfriend. Once he walked through the front door, you knew something was bothering him. Standing up to greet Jin, he turned to you and let out all of the emotions he held in during practice. He exploded in the moment, and it left you speechless, having never seen Jin so upset.

“I don’t want to talk to you! I want to go sleep; can’t you see that?! Will you just leave me alone!”

A few hours after the words escaped his lips, you were asleep on the couch with tear-stained cheeks. He hobbled out of your shared room wrapped in a blanket, sniffling as he regretted every word he had said. Once he saw you lying uncomfortably on your sofa, he sat down on the floor next to you and gently shook your arm. There he explained that he didn’t mean to be so harsh, and that he would make it up to you.

“I’m sorry jagiya; I went too far and you didn’t deserve that. Will you forgive me?”


YOONGI ( SUGA )


Yoongi would have spent thirteen hours staring at his computer screen, headphones on, and completely blocking the world out. You would have spent the entire day with some close friends, which happened to be of the opposite gender. Yoongi wouldn’t have known, even if you did tell him; he was too busy working. You would have been more considerate of his feelings, if he hadn’t ignored you the past few days. You understood that he worked hard and you loved him for that, but he wouldn’t even say thank you whenever you handed him food.

“Where have you been?! I was worried sick; you wouldn’t answer your phone! You could have told me where you had gone, or at least inform me that you were running around with Y/F/N!”

Once you explained that you had told him, and that he just wasn’t listening, his face fell. He realized that he hadn’t been paying you any attention, and that today was your only day off work until next week. He remembered you had said a few days ago that you had wanted to spend it with him, and he felt his stomach twisting from the feeling of guilt. You closed your mouth, not having anything else to say; you knew he had realized what he needed to know.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think that the days were passing by as swiftly as they are.”


HOSEOK ( JHOPE )


— It had been a long day for the both of you. First, you had been told by your boss that your paycheck included less than usual, and Hoseok had realized a few songs he had thought he saved on the computer, didn’t. Secondly, your boss insulted you for messing up on a few graphs, and Hoseok was yelled at by Yoongi for being so clumsy. The third thing that had occurred was just affecting you: Hoseok had abruptly cancelled your dinner plans, with no explanation, when you were already done preparing. Overall, you and Hobi’s days were both an utter disaster.

“Y/N! Can’t you see that I can’t spend every living second with you?! Why can’t you just stop being so clingy!”

Hoseok didn’t mean the words he expressed, and he didn’t know how they would impact you. After everything that had happened, you found yourself silently sobbing in your shared room. Hobi was in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat although there was nothing, and that was the exact reason why you had a date planned. It didn’t take him long for the guilt to settle in, and soon your hiccuped sobs couldn’t be contained in the four walls. He felt his heart ache.

“Y/N, baby, I didn’t mean that. You know I’ve been stressed all day, and I know you have too. I’m sorry that I took my anger out on you.”


NAMJOON ( RAP MONSTER )


Due to you both having busy schedules, nights declared for being movie dates were special. You had only been able to see Namjoon late at night, being that one of you was always staying late to work. Sitting at your cluttered desk at work, you felt overwhelmed, and the one thing that could take your stress away was a movie night with Joon. Glancing at the clock on your computer, you realized it was time to head home. Meanwhile, Namjoon was sitting on the couch in your house, sleeping soundly. Once you startled him as you walked through the door, his cranky self was revealed.

“Baby! Can’t you walk in a little quieter?! I was sleeping and you know how hard that is to come by!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his messy hair and tired expression, although you could see how frustrated he was. Once he saw a grin forming on your face, his expression softened. You were the only person who could change his mood in seconds, and it was one of those moments. Namjoon chuckled lightly, realizing how messy his hair was, and how stupid he was acting.

“Sorry about that; will my cuddles make it up to you?”


JIMIN


You would be ecstatic to see Jimin after having had a great day at school. You passed you exams with the highest grades in your class, and your plans with friends had been cancelled. You wanted to tell Jimin everything, loving how he listened to every word that ever left your lips. It was what had made you fall for him in the beginning of your relationship, and still it was something you admired. You had prepared dinner for the two of you, believing he would be extremely grateful. Your mood would change drastically once the front door slammed closed.

“I’m going to shower; I can’t get the choreography right, and I don’t want to watch you in awe as you get it in seconds!”

You let out a sigh as you grabbed a serving of the dinner you had prepared for you and Jimin. Sitting down at the table, the running water created by the shower filled your ears. You didn’t want to bother Jimin, being that he clearly did not want to see you. You felt bad for the way he exclaimed about how he was unable to get a choreography, but you knew he wouldn’t stay mad and frustrated forever. Meanwhile, Jimin was lying his forehead against the shower wall, wondering if you disliked if for barging in and yelling at you about his problems.

“Baby? You don’t hate me, do you?”


TAEHYUNG ( V )


Tae would have been in one of his many mood swings, and Jimin would have texted you already, warning you about his attitude. You wouldn’t think too much about it, until Taehyung walked into the dorms where you stood with Jin preparing dinner for everyone. He had his arms crossed over his chest like a child, not even uncrossing them as he slid off his shoes. You glanced towards Jin, who was trying to back his laughter. Taehyung saw the two of you, and he immediately appeared as if he had smoke flying from his ears.

“Can you not hog my girlfriend/boyfriend, hyung! Y/N, can you not spend more time with me instead of Jin?! I would prefer you to see me – your boyfriend – instead of my best friend!”

Tae stormed into his room, and the rest of the boys walked over and sat down. They all appeared more exhausted than usual, and you knew that the cause was Taehyung. You didn’t take Tae’s words with a grain of salt, knowing that his mood swing would pass and he soon would realize that you did ask him if he wanted to spend the day together. Yoongi laid his head on the counter as he groaned, and you heard Tae’s bedroom door opening already.

“Y/N! I’m sorry; I just remembered you asked me about today and if I wanted to spend it with you. You then told me you were going to hang out with Jin and cook a few things for the boys and I. I’m sorry, baby.”


JEONGGUK


You had just woken up, and you were already wishing that Jungkook was there to help you stay warm in the cold atmosphere. You knew he was in the living room, hearing the loud noises being produced by one of his many video games. He couldn’t sleep last night, and instead of lying with you, he got up and went to go play. You didn’t mind, being that you were very tired and delirious. You did, however, mind that he was still playing games early in the morning. Once you opened the door to your room and expressed that to him, he turned to you with fury in his eyes.

“I’m sorry that you’re so clingy and you constantly need me by you! I couldn’t sleep, and I can’t help that! I’m still not tired, and I’ll sleep once I feel like I need to! You don’t have to constantly worry about me!”

You then retreated back into your room, continuing to get ready for your day of classes. Jungkook was only angry from the competition in the game, and you knew that. You tried to not think about his words too much, but still they bothered you. Jungkook, in the other room, had just won the round for the first time since he had began playing. He turned to the door, expecting to see you there to congratulate him, but instead he saw that it was closed. A frown formed on his face as he rushed into your room.

“I’m sorry jagi; I was frustrated. I didn’t mean to say what I did. I love you, and I love everything you do!”

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heat death
wishing
heat death

say goodbye
for several weeks at a time
i’m someone else
and this is hell

when we’re on a bed
i hear you say exactly what he says
and tear into pieces

i swear to god you’re the light outside
if you weren’t why am i turning red
when i’m all alone in this empty room
you’re the only one running through my head
every day i am so ashamed
that i live with thoughts that i can’t control
so when i wake up i am so afraid
that it’ll be this way until the sun explodes

and i don’t want to miss you
i don’t want to miss you
i don’t want to miss you now

i swear to god you’re the light outside
if you weren’t why am i turning red
when i’m all alone in this empty room
you’re the only one running through my head
every day i am so ashamed
that i live with thoughts that i can’t control
so when i wake up i am so afraid
that i’ll be this way until the sun explodes