that little shit with his phone

Dating Peter Parker would include...

Originally posted by space1boy

(Not my gif)

  • C U D D L E S ;
  • “I’m hungry”
  • “Hi hungry, i’m Y/N” ;
  • Him telling you that he is Spider-man by accident like :
  • “What the fuck is this stinky white shit all over the place?!”
  • “IT’S WEBS! SPIDER WEBS! I’M SPIDER-MAN! DON’T THINK ANYTHING PERVERTED”
  • “Too late- Wait you are THE Spider man!?” ;
  • Peter sneaking in your house through the window. ;
  •  jEaLoUsY ;
  • You talking on the phone with him through the entire fight
  • hearing
  • “HOLY SHIT” and “THAT WAS AWESOME” every five seconds ;
  • Spider puns!!!!
  • “Hey Peter”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “What part of a computer does a spider use?”
  • He sighs “What?”
  • “THE WEBCAM”
  • “Y/N why” ;
  • Going overprotective mode when you heard that Tony told Peter that he is nothing without his suit like:
  • “IF ANYTHING, YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT YOUR SUIT YOU LITTLE BITCHY TWAT”
  • Tony being impressed how much outburst came from you
  • Telling Peter that there are more reasons why he is stronger without the suit, then stars in the sky ;
  • Aunt May loving you, and you loving her.
  • She is like a mother to you
  • AND THEN YOU SEE STARK FLIRTING WITH HER IN THE LIVING ROOM 
  • “LEAVE!!!” you shout
  • Tony pretending not to know why you were screaming at him
  • Peter has to hold you back, because you were jumping to kick the living shit out of Tony
  • And Tony being like :  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ;
  • “Peter?”
  • “Yes?”
  • “What do you get when you cross spiders and corn?”
  • “*Sigh* What”
  • “A COBWEB”
  • “Y/N, leave” 
It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤

A/N: hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤

And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.

Warnings: SMUT! Semi-Public sex. Unprotected sex.

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No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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Otababes PSA: bonus material leak

If you can hear distant sounds of wailing and screaming, that’s currently us at the Otababes HQ. The Madness has already been welcomed a little early at the HQ. 

Vice-President Minx here is trying to calm her fucking nerves and stop flailing around. Okay, so what do we know?

- DJ OTABEK LOOKS LIKE THE MOST GORGEOUS MAN IN EXISTENCE. That hair? That upturned collar? Headphones? Side view of his face?? WE ARE SHOOK FAM.

- This little panel is from Otabek’s point of view.

- Even though he is supposed to be focusing on his set (and you can even see some people rocking out to it) he is thinking about his friend Yuri and wonders if he is mad at him. Probably for not allowing him to go to the club?

- EYEBROWS AND EYES because he is looking at someone?? I don’t want to stir shit up here (yes I do), but our boy has one intense stare going on.

- Yuri’s little face with the Welcome to the Madness hairstyle and sunglassess!!!!!!!!!!!! Does he enter the club like that? Does Otabek spot him at this moment? Probably yes??? Also you can see Yuri standing on the right with his phone on the streets. Was he looking for the club Otabek was playing at?

We have a lot of questions and are arranging some sort of collective fainting party on Friday. Everyone is invited! Bring crash helmets and liquor.

Sincerely,

“Captain” of the Otababes

Vice-President Minx

What the RFA members have each other named as in their phones

Random heacanons @vallraiene and I came up with because contact names can be funny as shit

Zen:
Yoosung - Little bro
Jaehee - Coffee Lady☕️
MC - 💕Princess💕
Jumin - Trustfund Douche
Seven - SEVEN STOP HACKING INTO MY PHONE AND CHANGING YOUR NAME
V - V
Saeran - The other tomato dude

Yoosung:
Zen - Narcissist
Jaehee - Mom friend™
MC - Rika?
Jumin - Scary rich guy
Seven - DEFENDER OF JUSTICE 707 (Seven insisted that be his contact)
V - ASSHOLE
Saeran - The Edgy Twin

Jaehee:
Zen - ❤️Zen❤️
Yoosung - Yoosung Kim
MC - Best Friend💕
Jumin - Kill me now
Seven - LOLOL YOUVE BEEN HACKED
V - Jihyun Kim
Saeran - Oh god not another one

Jumin:
Zen - trash
Yoosung - Future Assistant
MC - Future Assistant #2
Jaehee - Assistant Kang
Elizabeth the 3rd - ❤️The perfect being❤️
Seven - Luciel Choi
V - Jihyun
Saeran - Seven???

Seven:
Zen - the almighty albino™
Yoosung - 💛Cutie💛
MC - The main ho
Jaehee - Scary coffee lesbian
Jumin - Mr. Grey ;)
Elizabeth the 3rd - Elly❤️💛💚💙💜❤️💛💚💙
V - Aesthetic Tumblr dad
Saeran - Evil Twin
Vanderwood - Mullet Daddy

Saeran:
Zen - Annoying
Yoosung - Needs a life
MC - Who even is she???
Jaehee - Cool Judo Lady
Jumin - Pretentious Douche
Seven - Annoying brother
V - Traitor
Vanderwood - What even is your gender

BONUS

V:
Zen - he Andrew
Yoosung- you song
MC - MC
Jaehee - Josh are you coming
Jumin - German
Seven - Lucille chili
Saeran - Sarah enjoy

Craigslist jerk gets what's coming to him.

So here’s the story of this one individual who really got to me a few years ago.

I see an item posted online and decide to make an offer, and it goes like below. And any text below written in between parentheses is just extra story info, not actual exchanged info.

Me: Hi, is your item still available?

Seller: Yeah I still have it.

(BTW, I think the item was posted for like $150)

Me: OK, would you take $140 for it? (Which is only $10 off and I certainly wasn’t going to meet up with a less than agreed upon amount)

Seller: Sure, can you meet me at Town Center right now? (Which is halfway across town 50 minutes away)

Me: OK, I’m on my way. Thank you!

Seller: Sure, I’ll see you soon.

Me: OK I’m here, are you close?

(So I get there and I’m waiting for over 40 minutes, and I still haven’t received a text back from this guy)

(A few minutes later I receive the following text)

Seller: Hey, I hope you wasted your gas and time. That’s what you get for lowballing me.

End.

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking headcanon requests, OTAYURI COFFEESHOP AU? Please murder me with cuteness.

WELL.

  • Stoic barrista Otabek who who can never bring himself to say a word to Yuri, but does the cutest latte art on Yuri’s drinks just to watch him smile at it.
  • The first time Otabek draws a cat for Yuri, Yuri makes the cutest noise, and immediately whips out his phone to snap a photo of his coffee, and Otabek basically falls a little in love right there and then.
  • No, but like seriously, Otabek spends so much time learning how to make cute latte art for Yuri, it’s low-key embarrassing. Leo totally laughs at him when he goes online to order marshmallow cats for Yuri. He pays a shit ton of money for them, but it’s all worth it when Yuri legitimately goes (๑♡⌓♡๑) at him. 
  • Leo tries to talk Otabek into writing his number on Yuri’s takeaway cup one day because it’s getting ridiculous watching Otabek pine, and ofc, Otabek is 300% against it. They bicker a little behind the counter, and Otabek doesn’t even really realise that they’re getting a little loud, until he hisses two octaves too loudly “there’s no rule that says that I have to talk to him just because I like him” at Leo, and all Leo does is to give him a shit-eating grin.
  • Yuri has heard him, because ofc Yuri is behind him. 
  • + God Tier Blushing™ from Otabek + Yuri low-key rambling about coming to get extra marshmallows + Leo still grinning and maybe wiggling his eyebrows a little
  • And then, when Otabek absolutely cannot take it (it being 30% Leo being a shit, and 70% being Yuri’s face) anymore, “So are you going to go on a date with me or not?” 
Interruptions (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2,116

Summary: You would probably be able to concentrate on your work more if your boyfriend, Jimin, wasn’t sending such distracting text messages.

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Dating Yoongi (Suga) includes:

Originally posted by nnochu

  • highkey oblivious af
  • a good couple of months was spent of you trying to flirt with him
  • ending up writing him a note saying “i really like you, notice my advances you fucking piece of shit” because he cant take a hint
  • you both are so lazy omg
  • but no one can out lazy min yoongi
  • “Y/N can you pass me remote?”
  • “It’s literally right next to you wtf”
  • hIS GUMMY SMILE HAS ME WEAK Y’ALL
  • everytime he smiles you literally have some sort of camera ready to capture it
  • “Y/N what are you doing?” he asked when he realised a flash was coming from your phone
  • “Capturing art”
  • PDA?? what’s that??? min yoongi doesnt know what that is
  • honestly he just doesnt do it cause hes shy aw
  • him telling you to stop calling him cute cause its seriously damaging his swag
  • you purposely giving him cringey nicknames cause it annoys the shit out of him
  • “How’s my little sugar smoochy honey gummy bear doing?”
  • coming to sit on his lap when he’s working in nothing but your underwear and a fitted tshirt cause you know it turns him the fuck on 
  • you being the biggest supporter when he releases music
  • having songs dedicated to you
  • him showing you his music first cause your opinion is the most important
  • you falling in love with him all over again when he plays piano because its so beautiful and he’s so passionate about it
  • most date with suga include you cuddling up with him with loads of blankets and popcorn and watching the cringiest movies you can find
  • sometimes you have your doubts but then you catch him smiling and looking at you like you’re a goddess and you’re just like lol nvm he still wants it
  • the teasing between you both is un reAL LMAO
  • especially when you try to rap along with him
  • cause lets be real, he raps at the speed of light and you can’t keep up
  • like honestly you were still on the A to the G to the U to the STD part while he had finished like bro can you chill 
  • you once told him to give you that agust D and he threatened to break up with you lol
  • late night texts 
  • “dont the stars look beautiful tonight, yoongi”
  • “it’s 3am bitch tf go to bed”
  • literally the only reason you two fight is because he spends too much time at the studio and doesnt get enough food and/or sleep like min yoongi pls rest
  • thERES ALWAYS SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN YOU TWO
  • “i stg yoongi if you don’t move out of my way,”
  • “Why should I?” he smirks, backing you up into a corner before pining your arms above you
  • “Let me go”
  • “Make me,” he say iN A DEEP VOICE AND THAT JUST ENDS UP LEADING TO SEX WHOOPS
  • bitch his tongue is a force to be reckoned with
  • did y’all hear him when he was rapping the second verse to agust d???
  • we all know hes got that tongue technology damn
  • he’s hella rough during sex man dont give a fuCK
  • but it’s cool cause you like it like that
  • basically your relationship is filled with you two laughing and insulting each other buT LIKE DW CAUSE MIN YOONGI CAN BE CUTE WHEN HE WANTS TO BE AND WILL LITERALLY SHOWER YOU IN KISSES CAUSE HE LOVES YOU A LOT OKAY
epiphany pt.2 | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + college au

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

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Reader’s POV

As your eyes fluttered open, the bright light from your window piercing through making you squint, you felt something heavy strayed against your body. Finally adjusting to the light, a gasp left your mouth when you saw Jungkook in front of you, his chest rising up and down softly, as his arm was draped around your waist, having you flush against him.

Wha- OMG!” You exclaimed loudly, as you threw his arm off of you, scrambling away when your sudden movement caused Jungkook to fall off the bed with a large thud.

“What the hell…” he grumbled, his voice low and raspy as he got up on his feet, rubbing the side of his head as he stared at you through his lidded eyes.

“Y-You! You were–Why were you in my bed?!” You shrieked as you quickly looked down at yourself, the clothes you wore last night still donned on your body, a sigh of relief escaping you.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm when a look of realization dawned upon him, as he stared at you, words spluttering from his mouth in a frenzy.

“Wai–It’s not what it looks like! I swear, I didn’t do anything! Y-you’re the one that grabbed me and asked me not to go and-”

“I did what?!” you exclaimed, your own eyes widening to the size of saucers, when Jungkook added, “Last night, you grabbed my wrist and told me not to go in your sleep and I tried but you just wouldn’t let me go so I thought I’d stay till you let me go but then I fell asleep an-”

Moaning, you fell to your knees in dramatic fashion, your head in your hands as you groaned in embarrassment, “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing!!!”

“Y/N–” Jungkook started when you lifted a hand up, pointing towards the door without lifting your head, feeling too ashamed too look him in the eyes.

“Please, just leave Jungkook-ah…I can’t. This is too embarrassing.” you begged as you saw his feet shuffle around, before he grabbed his stuff and made his way out the door, a breath of relief leaving you as you sunk against the wall.

“You’re kidding me?!” Seulgi repeated again while you were walking next to her, your shoulders slumped as your trudged down the sidewalk.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 16

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,415

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi


Once you had retreated to the bathroom, Steve heaved a large sigh, sinking into the cushions of the leather couch, covering his face with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut tight. How the hell did this happen? He had thought things were going well. He thought you and Bucky were finally on the same page. At least that’s how it seemed. You seemed so happy in the previous weeks, and now, it was like you were right back at the beginning.

Steve knew that he said he would call Bucky, but he didn’t know if he would even be able to contain his anger. There was a huge part of him that wanted to fly to wherever Bucky was and beat the living shit out of him. Steve didn’t like bullies, even if they happened to also be his friends. He wouldn’t tolerate this. He wouldn’t let Bucky just abandon you. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t knock some sense into Bucky, well, then he would figure out where to go from there.

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Attraction To A Stranger [Jason Todd x Reader]

I got this prompt from a post by @otpprompts​: “Person A sees Person B in the waiting room of an airport and tries to get in touch with them without actually talking, eventually managing to slip a paper with their number in the book Person B was reading. How all of this happens is up to you. Bonus if Person C is the one helping Person A.“

A/N: When you think you write too much for Jason but then remember that’s not possible. (Fem Reader)

________

Jason was sitting, bored as all hell, in the seats outside his gate. Roy sat next to him hat pulled over his face, trying to get a few minutes shut eye. Jason sighed leaning into the back of his seat, just people watching.

He was unamused by anyone until a [h/c] haired girl with the most stunning [e/c] eyes sat in an open chair across from where he was. You had a set of headphones in, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone around you. Observing as you would gaze at the gate and check your watch.

Jason found you absolutely stunning. Every move you made entranced him. Even more amazing when he saw you pull out a book he found to be one of his favorites. Watching as you turn each page eagerly, looking forward to how the plot continues onto the next page.

He just wanted to get up, sit in the seat next to you, and strike up a conversation. But for some reason he just… couldn’t.

So, he just continued to watch.

“Dude you look like a stalker.. Or a crazy boyfriend. One of the two” Roy interrupted Jason’s staring. He shot the archer a glare. “I don’t look like a stalker”

“Kind of do the way you’re staring at the poor girl.” Roy whispered. Making Jason roll his eyes before they landed on the stranger again. “Just go talk to her”

“I.. I just… I don’t know” Jason crossed his arms shrugging. Looking at Roy he saw he had a shit eating smirk, “You’re scared to talk to her” he teased.

“What? No! I’m not scared to talk to her. I just… don’t want to interrupt her book” Jason glanced over looking for an excuse.

“Yeah, whatever you say Jaybird. Then I guess you won’t mind if I went over there and talked to her, maybe asked her out got her number” Roy’s smirk widened as Jason sent another glare. “Fuck you Harper”

“Ah, there it is. The truth comes out. Jason’s nervous to talk to a girl.” Roy shook him by the shoulders, leading Jason to hit his hands away. The movements catching your eye, chuckling upon seeing the exchange before looking down at the page once more.

“She just looked at us by the way” Roy commented, making Jason’s eyes widen and look at you once more. “Just go over there already, aren’t you the one who girls swoon over?”

“Shut up” Jason shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Messing up the white streak. “Well what if you got her to talk to you, pace around her, maybe drop something to catch her attention?” Roy offered up some suggestions. 

“Why do I feel like I’m in middle school with a crush? I’m a grown man I should just walk over there” Jason pinched his nose as if he were getting a headache. 

But he eventually did what Roy said, just trying to get your attention. Tried to drop something by you, and ‘accidentally’ bumped your seat. However, you were to entranced in your book and deafened by your music to notice.

That was until they heard your phone begin to ring, watching as you picked it up from the space at your side. Pulling out your headphones and setting your book on the open space next to you.

“Hey Mom” Jason heard you speak for the first time and was even more attracted to you. “No, I’m just sitting at my gate. There’s still some time before boarding.” you continued to talk on the phone. 

“Now’s your chance, slip your number in her book. She’s facing away from it.” Roy was indeed right, you had your attention turned to a window opposite the direction of your book.

Jason nodded, scribbling down his number on a piece of paper with a small note. Carefully he strode over, staying out of your vision. Sticking the paper on the page your bookmark was and backtracked to his seat.

Leaning against the armrest, waiting for you to find it. As you continued to talk he ended up pulling out a book of his own, phone stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket. 


“Alright Mom. Yes I’ll be careful. I love you too. Bye.” Hanging up the phone with your ever worrying mother. You grew up in Gotham, of course you can handle yourself elsewhere. Chuckling you picked up your book, opening it to the marked page.

Though when opening the book a small folded sheet of paper fell into your lap. Confused, you unfolded it reading the contents.

‘Hey, so I’ve been trying to get your attention but it seems you like that book about as much as I did when I first read it. I’m across from you if you’re up for a date some time.

###-###-####’

You looked up from the note to see two men. One with red hair that was scrolling through his phone and the other with black hair and a white streak through it. Both were rather attractive but the one with the black hair was just gorgeous in your eyes.

Hoping for the best you typed in the number and sent a message. 


Jason felt the phone buzz in his pocket and dug it out. Clicking the screen it lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number. Not noticing the smile grow on your face as you watched the screen.

“That’s one way to give a girl your number. But a name might be nice to know first deary.. -_^

Jason looked up at you with a dumbfounded look, you covered your mouth giggling before removing it and waving at him. He grinned before beginning to tap the screen.

“Jason Todd. Your turn doll”

Chuckling at the nickname you answered quicky.

“[F/n] [L/n]”

Looking up you saw his buddy looking over his shoulder before he smirked and stole the phone, swiftly typing on the screen.

Reading the message you let out an audible laugh, muffling it with your hand.

“About time he got to talking to you. But how about instead of this texting shit, you sit with us on the flight. Get to know Jaybird audibly.”

After you stopped laughing you responded.

“It’d be my pleasure. I’d love to talk to ‘Jaybird’” 

Jason visibly blushed at the use of his nickname Roy had for him, even if it was only through text.

Though one thing he was looking forward to was hearing you talk to him with the same smile you had been talking on the phone with earlier. Little did he know about how this would be the start to something he’d forever treasure.

anonymous asked:

Ok, BUT HOW ABOUT the rfa (+ v & saeran of you want) who get turned into toddlers and mc has to take care of them. totally love your blog and whenever I see you on my dash my whole day gets brighter~

Definitely had to think about this one 
And instead of a “They woke up as children one day” I decided to just make it so like, MC runs a Daycare and they’re all kids there (because otherwise I’d feel inclined to make it more focused on MC freaking out because..well who wouldn’t? Loool) Also I may have blurred the lines of toddler and kid? Yoosung could be a toddler but the others are probably like…5? Idk children psychology rip.

Hope you enjoy~

MC Dealing with toddler RFA+V+Saeran

Yoosung

  • He goes from 0 to 100 real quick
  • One second he’s fine, playing with blocks, just chilling
  • Then he wants your phone
  • Lil dude wants to play angry birds
  • You do not give him the phone and he goes ape shit 
  • Screaming at the top of his lungs
  • You try to pick him up and calm him down but he just starts flailing his arms so you leave him on the ground
  • He screams until he’s so breathless he’s on the verge of passing out
  • Jesus christ kid
  • He seems to forget what he was crying about, looks at you with big ole eyes, and smiles.
  • He’s back to being a little ball of sunshine
  • You just kinda… “ok”
  • And watch him play for the rest of the day,

Jaehee

  • She is so well behaved
  • She is your number one helper, always helping clean up messes.
  • She colors inside the lines. Always. And gets visibly frustrated when others do not. Especially Seven.
  • She likes playing pretend. You have a fake little kitchen in the play area and she’s constantly acting as a chef or waitress. Or even Barista what are the odds ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  • Sometimes she refuses to nap and gets a little grouchy, but it’s never unmanageable. 
  • She doesn’t let the boys boss her around 
  • Though she obviously has a soft spot for Zen because she always plays with him
  • They’re lowkey best friends

Zen

  • What a little charmer
  • He’s so calm 
  • Though he is a little weird
  • He always brings his toys in front of a mirror and plays with them there
  • But hey we all have our quirks
  • He also looooves for music to be playing, constantly reaching towards the radio to get your attention
  • You always smile and pop in some music
  • Sometimes he can get a little attached to you, wanting to next to you during story time only to get really mad when Jumin is already there.
  • The two of them can not play together. You don’t know why. They just…do not mesh. 
  • The girls in the class always play with his hair, as good as toddlers can anyways. Usually they just stick a bunch of playground weeds in it for a makeshift flower crown

Jumin

  • You were really worried about him at first
  • He refused to play with any of the other children
  • He’d just clam up around them and watch
  • One day you sat down next to him as he was watching the kids, a bunch of blocks in your hand. 
  • You started stacking them on top of each other, and eventually you just handed him a few.
  • He joined in on the stacking.
  • After that he was stuck to your side like glue. 
  • Other kids would try to play with him and he’d just run over to you and hide behind your legs
  • You would try to get him to play with others, but at most he would sit at a table with V and color.
  • He also colors inside the lines. 
  • ‘It’s a start’ you think as you smile at the two of them.

Seven

  • This kid
  • It’s because of him you’re always on your toes. 
  • It’s nap time? His sleeping mat is empty
  • ‘Where are you goddammit?’
  • Cue the hunt
  • It’s not much of a hunt. He’s always in the snack room, trying to get chips.
  • When you catch him and put him in time out he just stares at you with big ole ‘I’m sorry’ eyes and a little smile
  • You always just sigh and hide your smile
  • When he isn’t being a sneak he’s creating really cool things
  • Given it’s a pain when you find toys tied together with shoe laces or sticky with contraband Elmers glue
  • You have to admire his creativity
  • And he has a sweet side, not that you’d ever see it.
  • Sometimes, out of the corner of your eye, you catch him trying to show his brother things
  • Trying to encourage him to play
  • Giving him the toys he’s collected
  • He’s a sweet kid
  • Until he tries waking Yoosung up at naptime then he’s your nightmare

Saeran

  • He doesn’t go out of his way to play with others
  • Usually he just waits for someone to approach him and whatevers hes doing, and he’ll let them join in.
  • He’s pretty meek despite his mean stare.
  • Other kids will take his stuff and he won’t say anything, just brood until you or Saeyoung find out whats wrong. 
  • He’s a picky eater, usually just rolling grapes around his plate or poking stuff with his spoon
  • At first he would never nap, just lay there and stare at things
  • Until you started rubbing his back and singing soft lullabies. Now he naps. 
  • He unsettles some of the other teachers, just because sometimes he’ll spend his time just staring at them, but you assure them it’s nothing.
  • He likes reading a lot.
  • Or looking at the pictures in the books at least.

V/Jihyun Kim

  • He’s very well behaved
  • Like, weirdly behaved.
  • Usually he plays with Jumin, but when Juju decides he wants to be alone, Jihyun has no problem playing with the other kids
  • He just jumps into whatever game they’re playing and they all get along great
  • If Jaehee hadn’t been your number one helper, it’d be Jihyun.
  • He helps set up snack time and the mats for nap time
  • He’s also one of the chattiest kids, always asking questions about things and giving his thoughts
  • He’s really insightful for a young kid
  • One thing you worry about:
  • He can be so giving, you’re worried someone will take advantage of that
  • One time he was playing with one of his favorite toys, and a kid asked for it. You could see it on Jihyun’s face that he didn’t want to give the toy up but… he did. 
  • Maybe you were overthinking it
“Seventeen Days” (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: i’ve decided to do a special tagging list for this story! please let me know if you’re interested in joining me in the potential mess that is this story. and i know this pace is oddly slow, but bear with me, friends! there’s a reason for it! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

Your feet land on a cushy rug, and an audible sigh leaves you. Contrary to popular assumption, the journey from heaven has been a bumpy one. No offense to the technicians of heaven, but there has to be a smoother way to cross the barrier between mortality and the divine.

Clutching your stomach, you lean against the wall for a breather. “Whew, that was horrible,” you let out as your stomach calms down.

“Aren’t you the one who set fire to David Bowie’s cape?”

You snap your head in the direction of the safehouse’s living room. Lounging on a couch is a young blonde sporting glasses and a cap. He studies you with piercing scrutiny, his blue eyes battling with your equally relentless gaze. As this is a safehouse for non-humans, you deduce he’s either a celestial being or a mythical creature in disguise as a human.

“I’ve heard stories, and… Yes, it’s definitely you,” he chuckles, crossing his legs with leisure. “You’re definitely the one who burned Bowie’s cape.”

Crossing your arms against your chest, you frown at the blonde. “I literally just got here. Is that really an appropriate way to greet someone who just made the journey from heaven to Earth?” you cluck.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry the ride to Earth wasn’t all rainbows and glitter with the Hallelujah chorus playing in the background?”

You curiously peer at the blonde, giving him the once-over as a pregnant pause blankets the room. A smile slowly invades your lips as you place your hands on your hips. “You’re a sassy grump. We’re either going to get along wonderfully or kill each other,” you confidently conclude.

The blonde snorts out a laugh and stands to his full height, forcing you to tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes. He holds out his hand with a cordial smile. “I’m Steve, Grim Reaper and your official mentor during your stay,” he introduces.

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The first night his boyfriend didn’t come back to the dorm, Other Red (Red had already been the name of a student when Other Red was a freshman, and changing your nickname too much wasn’t the best idea) didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t unheard of for one or the other of them to spend a night with friends. But when he wasn’t there the next morning, or in their one shared class that day, Other Red started to worry. As spacey as Frankie Lee could be, he was an avid student. Frankie Lee wasn’t his real name, of course. It wasn’t a surprise to those who knew him that his taken name was musically inspired. He wasn’t answering his phone, either. When there was still no sign of him on the third day, Other Red started asking around. He found what he needed to know pretty soon.

“Yeah, the last time I saw him was a couple days ago.”

“Where was he?”

“Over by the track, by that little wooded area. He had his guitar.”

“He was going towards the trees? Sounds like he was looking for a quiet place to write songs.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.”

“So he went, alone, into the forest, to play music?”

“Looks like.”

“Shit.”

***

Other Red didn’t waste much time. He packed what he needed, knocked on his RA’s door so someone would know where he was going (and so they’d be better prepared to notice if it wasn’t him that came back), and headed for the woods. All this wasn’t strictly necessary, since the RAs would go retrieve Frankie Lee at the end of the semester, but he might be… different by then, and Other Red didn’t want to wait that long to see him again anyway. He walked right into the shade of the trees, and kept going until he couldn’t see the edge of the woods behind him, though the forest he’d walked into was maybe forty feet across. Nowhere on the Elsewhere University campus was a surefire route to danger, if you knew what you were doing, just as nowhere was 100 percent safe if you were reckless enough, but going under the trees to play music? Other Red had to admit that had been stupid. He loved Frankie Lee, but he could be lacking in common sense.

***

As he went, Other Red reminded himself of a story. There was a smith, so the story goes, who made a deal. Who or what he made the deal with changes from telling to telling, but a popular version calls it the Devil. Other Red didn’t know about devils, but any Elsewhere U student knew there were other things you could make deals with. The smith gave up his soul in exchange for supernatural skill at metal work - the ability to weld anything to anything. When the Devil came to collect, though, the smith welded him to a tree and left him there. It’s an old story, one of the oldest, in fact. It’s been told for six thousand years. The story told Other Red a couple of things. One, that metalwork has always been a little bit Else, and two, that it was one way, maybe the first way we ever found, to get a bit of power over the Gentry. At least enough power to get him out of this.

He hoped it was enough to get him out of this.

***

After a while, he could hear music softly through the trees. He walked closer until he could make out the words:


Then the loud sound did seem to fa-a-ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha-a-ase
That weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds…

Other Red could practically see Frankie Lee, eyes closed and head nodding the way he did when he got into his music. He’d smile, and, if he wasn’t playing too, wave his hands slowly like the music was the only thing in the world. Then Other Red reached the clearing where the music was coming from, and he did see Frankie Lee, sitting and playing at the feet of the member of the Court that had taken him.

Less Starman, Other Red thought, and more Thin White Duke. Thin he certainly was, or maybe a better word was long, half again Other Red’s height with his legs - how many knees was that? - stretched out from his seat, which was carved from an enormous tree stump into intricate, disturbing patterns. He was pale, with a human face but a goat’s disdainful eyes, and he wore leather armor with what looked like a bronze sword on his belt. Other Red stepped into the clearing.

The Gentleman held up a hand, and Frankie Lee stopped playing, though his eyes had been closed. When he saw Other Red, he perked up and made eye contact with him, but didn’t speak.

“What brings you here?” asked the Fair One with disinterest.

Other Red indicated Frankie Lee. “I’d like him back.”

“And what will you give me not to simply keep you here as well?”

“I have nothing to give you, but I bring the tokens of my craft.” From his bag, he pulled a welding mask and a handful of nails. “I’m a shop student. If you don’t let me leave, there will be repercussions.” He tried to keep his voice as confident as he could.

The Shining One stared at him for a long moment, then sat back. “You may leave whenever you please, smith, but you cannot command me to give up my musician.”

Other Red had been expecting that. “A game, then?”

“A game. Very well.” said the Good Neighbor instinctively, and then, coming to himself, “What game do you choose?”

Other Red pulled out the other thing he had packed, and tossed it towards the Blessed One. “Fifth Edition, no expansions. One session, seventh-level characters, fight to the character death. I’ll see you a week from today at eight.” He bent down to quickly kiss Frankie Lee, then turned and left.

***

He’d afforded a week because, as much as he wanted Frankie Lee back right now, he needed time to find a DM who was willing to run this fight. Eventually, a girl named Tyto agreed to do it, for approximately a shitton of carefully-specified snacks. This wasn’t the first time someone had played D&D with one of the Gentry. Sometimes, as now, students figured it was the best chance they had of getting something out of them. Other Red’s challenge was a little unusual in that regard - most such games were essentially attempts to impress the Shining Ones with your storytelling talent. They had great respect for storytellers, and a skilled DM could easily get into their good books. Sometimes, They took a liking to the game, and played just for the sake of playing. Other Red had heard of a campaign that met once a month, on the new moon, where students regularly played alongside their Neighbors. Other Red wasn’t making this a storytelling competition, though. He wasn’t a DM, and he wanted a contest he could win.

On the appointed night, they set up in the game room and waited. Other Red wasn’t using his regular character, Ambrose the halfling rogue, for this. It was stupid, but he didn’t want to to let Them know even that fictional real name. Plus, he felt that if he did lose the fight, Ambrose might somehow be dead for good. He’d rolled up a human bard just for the occasion. It seemed appropriate.

At exactly eight, the Duke walked in. He looked more human here, though he was still morning-frost sharp and pale. He was wearing a black suit, and had his hair in a long braid. Tyto shifted in her chair as he walked past her. Other Red offered him a bag of Doritos. Ritual was important, after all. “Given without obligation,” he added.

“Most kind,” said the Visitor, as he took the bag and produced his character sheet. Other Red looked over it briefly. Tiefling druid. Made sense.

“Well then,” said Tyto. “Let’s get started. You’re standing in the street of a small town. You’ve just gotten into a confrontation in a tavern and decided to take it outside. Roll for initiative.”

***

The fight started out slow and cautious. Both characters had swords, and their initial actions were simple. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, miss. Attack… As they played, they drew an audience. Not students. Any student who knew what was happening tonight had made plans far, far away. There was a man with hair the color of the sea. Two identical-looking girls, neither of their hands quite right. When they walked in, they were followed by a fox that sat quietly and comfortably on a chair. They all watched in silence as the players spoke their battle into being.

Eventually, Other Red’s opponent seemed to get tired of this pattern. “I cast Flame Blade,” he said, “and attack with it.”
Now they were playing with magic. Other Red surrounded the druid with a cloud of daggers. The druid turned into an eagle and dive-bombed the bard. The audience began to stir. This was almost as exciting as the real thing. A few of them could remember when Gwion and Ceridwen tried the same routine. The bard cast a spell of fear to send the eagle flying away, and another spell to deal it damage. The eagle became a boar and charged the bard.

That was two. He was out of transformations. This was what Other Red had been waiting for. “I cast Dimension Door,” he announced, “on both of us.”

“O… K,” said Tyto.  “You both move to..?”
“500 feet directly above us. And as we start to fall, I cast Feather Fall on myself only.”

Tyto and the Fair One both stopped as they realized what he’d done. “So,” Tyto said to the Gentleman, “You’re falling 500 feet. Do you have anything that might help with that?”

“I do not.”

“Then if you’re alright with it, I don’t think we need to roll to know that you’re pretty dead.”
“No.” He stood up and offered Other Red his hand. “How inventive. The musician is yours.” He left the room without another word, and the audience followed behind. After a moment, the door opened again and Frankie Lee stumbled in. He was shivering, with snow melting on his shoulders and water droplets clinging to his tightly curled hair. It was sixty degrees outside.

Other Red almost knocked his chair back standing up. He held Frankie Lee tightly for a long time, and then pulled away a little.

“What were you thinking?”

“I know, I know. How long was I gone?”

“About a week and a half. How long did you…?”

“Damn. I was only there for a couple of hours. I was starting to run out of Bowie. I tell you what, though, I think I finished that song I was working on.”

“If you finished it while you were There, you should maybe never play that part.”

“Good call.”

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The Only Exception (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,725

Warnings: language, angst, self-reflection, discomfort, melodrama, mentions of trauma, fire, rescue (of secondary character), sad thoughts. I don’t know. I’m no Shonda Rimes, but, tread lightly.

A/N under the cut.

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bitty goes to providence for the weekend and calls jack and plans out some stuff to do together and also “jack, please have flour, and eggs. sugar. BUTTER” bc last time bitty came over jack had nothing to bake with and bitty was…twitchy.

and fun fact: jack is a little shit, too.

jack is just waiting for bits to open the fridge and hes go his phone ready to snap a picture and bits doesnt look in the fridge until morning and he wants to make pancakes and he opens the fridge and its empty.

except for one tub of I Cant Believe Its Not Butter

bitty is kind of in a trance? until he hears jacks phone make a camera click sound (jack likes the click sound btw bc hes a photography nerd) and bitty looks into jacks eyes and he looks so betrayed! but jack just opens another compartment in the fridge and theres eggs and fruit and BUTTER and instantly bittys like ‘oh thank god’ but also 'jack you little shit’

after pancakes, bitty holds jacks face in his hands and says 'never again’. jack dies of his canadian moose chuckles.

bittys shocked I Cant Believe Theres No Butter face becomes jacks background on his phone.