this is weird collection i know i just needed to make something after seeing the movie!

The Name Game

The Name Game (m)

Word count: 3.1k

Genre/warning: smut, literally no plot - I legit was having some Tae feels and wanted a dirty talk, fuckboy one shot. So this is the result.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You invite some of your friends over for a small party. When a tame night in turns into a dirty one. Your friend Hoseok comes up with a fun game for you all to participate in.

You were rushing around your house getting everything ready at the last possible second. It was only some of your closest friends coming over but you still wanted the house to look good. Especially if Taehyung might show up. He said he had to work but he would try and get his shift covered. You felt like such a teenager but you really did have such a big thing for him.

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dating bucky barnes would include...

  • he’d look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky just for you bc holy heck he’s so in love with you
  • constant cuddling
  •  you’d obviously be the little spoon 98% of the time bc bucky loves to       hold you
  • but on the days he’s sad or mad at the world, he’s the little spoon
  • PDA isn’t really his thing when you first start dating bc he feels weird about kissing, holding hands, etc. in public
  • but later on in the relationship he starts being touchier in public (having an arm around your waist, holding your hand, all that jazz)
  • and one day while you two are at a party, some guy is getting way to close for his liking and he swoops in and kisses you in front of the guy (who then walks off awkwardly
  • and yeah, from there bucky doesn’t really give a fuck about kissing and stuff in public
  • bucky’s literally at the point where he’ll finger you at the dinner table in front of your friends and not care if anyone notices
  • late night conversation about everything and anything he remembers from his life in the 40’s
  • having a collection of classing songs and movies that he missed while he was the Winter Soldier
  • you making him watch the movies even though he keeps complaining about it
  • and he’ll find every single minuscule plot hole just to annoy you
  • he’s low-key enjoying it but still… he just wants to be a little shit
  • and then bucky gets distracted and starts watching the movie instead of youand he starts caressing your thigh and kissing your neck
  • “bucky, stop! i wanna watch the movie!”
  • but eventually you give in u know what happens next *wink wonk*
  • helping him through his nightmares and holding him as he calms down
  • braiding his hair
  • especially when he’s overwhelmed or can’t sleep bc it helps him calm down
  • you laugh at his jokes even when they aren’t funny just to make him happy
  • and he gets the biggest heartless and butterflies in his stomach when he hears your laugh
  • bucky doesn’t even know why the sound makes him so happy but it does
  • he’d call you “doll” “angel” “beautiful” “love” “baby girl”
  • bucky always hesitates to touch you with his metal arm
  • it doesn’t matter if you’ve been dating for 1 month or 1 year he can’t help it
  • any time you try to touch it he moves away
  • and one day while the two of you were walking around the park on a date or something, you reached and grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers all of the sudden
  • no words were said bc none needed to be
  • he finally understood the you loved everything about him even his metal arm
  • he sometimes gets in those moods where he feels super down and insecure
  • and he starts distancing himself from you bc he doesn’t want you to see him so sad and bc he doesn’t want himself to fall for you and get hurt
  • and you just have to straddle him and hold his face in your hands and remind him how much you love him
  • “i’ve done horrible things. you don’t need to be with me, doll”
  • “james, it wasn’t you”
  • you give him a lengthy speech about how wonderful and amazing he is and how he deserves all the happiness in the world (bucky does the same to you when you’re sad too)
  • and bucky opens up about literally everything and anything he was trying to hide for your safety/bc he was too ashamed to tell you
  • “i’m so lucky to have you”’s and “i don’t deserve you”’s from the both of you
  • adopting animals together
  • like the two of you get one for when you move in together
  • and bucky gets severe puppy-fever
  • and one day you come home and there’s like five puppies chilling in the living room
  • and you can’t be angry bc they’re super frickin cute
  • so you’re just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • you stay up with him on the night’s he’s having trouble sleeping and you stroke your fingers through his hair and whispers sweet nothing in his ear
  • lots of sex
  • soft, sweet, loving sex
  • rough, hard sex
  • angry sex for when the two of you are mad/jealous/just need a release
  • makeup sex after petty arguments
  • public sex
  • shower sex
  • car sex
  • AMAZING BREATHTAKING SEX DUDE
  • him getting frustrated when he can’t find his favourite shirt, only to find you wearing it
  • and he can’t be mad bc you look so frickin ADORABLE
  • but fr you literally have a closet full of shirts you’ve stolen from bucky so while he’s away on missions you can wear them/sleep with them to make you feel less lonely
  • you love waking up before him in the mornings bc you get to see peaceful bucky which is super rare
  • mornings consist of you cuddling together for like an hour before the two of you decide to get up and actually be productive
  • “stay in bed with me for a little bit longer. work can wait… come back to bed, doll” he’d say in his morning voice
  • HIS FUCKING MORNING VOICE HOLYSJSJSKDJ
  • he’d probably ask nat and wanda for cute date ideas
  • and sometimes you and sam will gang up on him“you’re supposed to be on my side, (Y/N)”
  • idk dude bucky would be such a great boyfriend
Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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Thin Mints and Menthol(Part III) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

PART 1   

PART 2


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings:  Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.

A/N: Third part is finally here! It took me so long because I was having a tough weekend but I finally got the urge and I just needed to write! I don’t think it’s as good as the other parts, but I really tried! I think that the next part will be the last, which is sad but I’m so glad I’ve had so many people message me saying they enjoyed it. It means so much to me!!!


Over the course of next couple of days Steve picking you up from the bus stop became almost expected. Every morning, bright and early,  he’d pull up in his car, roll down his window and casually ask if you needed a ride. It was nice for you to actually see a friendly face before school. Between your unpredictable father and the now constant glares from your peers, Steve was comforting.

However, today there is no sign of Steve. You try not to look up every time a car passes, however you’re beginning to get anxious. A heavy blanket of fog had covered Hawkins overnight, and you couldn’t help but worry about Steve driving in it. If he doesn’t show up you’ll be forced to ride the rowdy school bus, along with people who hated you. Before he’d begun to give you a ride you’d been essentially invisible to all your classmates, now you were the talk of the town. You try not seem bothered but you can feel everyone’s eyes watching you, each of them whispering behind your back making no secret of their opinions.

A girl walks up to you smugly, you don’t know her name but she seems to know you.

“No Harrington today, (Y/L/N)? I guess he realized what a loser you are.” She says to you, she looks expectantly at her friends who are all giggling behind her. You roll your eyes at her.

“Yeah I guess he did.” You tell her, flashing her a sarcastic smile. She scoffs.

“At least you know you’re a nothing. Your little boyfriend must have found someone actually hot.” She cackles, her friends joining in. One of them calls her ‘Becky’. They all look slightly younger than you. You assume they’re juniors, you generally know everyone else in your grade.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends. Not that it involves you.” You reply.

“Whatever, freak. Stay away from him.” ‘Becky’ demands, she jabs you in the shoulder with her index finger. Her blonde ponytail smacks you in the face as she spins around, flouncing off to stand with the crowd of girls she approached you with. You watch her as she walks away your mouth open in disbelief.

It had already not been the best morning, to say it’s your birthday. It’s been pretty shitty. You’d walked downstairs in a blouse you had decided to wear despite the cold temperatures that Hawkins had been dropping to. You’d walked past your father’s half-opened door, his snores echoing down the hallway. You could smell the strong stench of vomit and beer wafting from his room. No doubt he’d fallen asleep in his own vomit again. Tears stung at your eyes, you couldn’t believe that this was your life now. The brushes on your wrist have faded now. But fresh bruises have appeared elsewhere. It didn’t take much to anger him and apparently just your presence had been enough to set him off the night before. A sharp kick to your ribs and back had been enough to satisfy him last night.

You’re so wrapped up in your own thoughts you barely realize that the school bus has pulled up until you notice that students are getting on. You sigh shakily and place one foot onto the step up.

“(Y/N)! WAIT!” You breathe out a sigh of relief as Steve is jogging towards you. He’s smiling nervously at you. Walking out of the way of people trying to board the bus, you cross your arms and raise one eyebrow.

“You’re late.” You tell him, he runs his hands through his hair. You notice his lack of uniform, he’s just wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.

“I know, I know, I had… Business to attend to and I didn’t realise it would take so long.” He gave you an apologetic smile. You shake your head in mock exasperation. “Can I at least make it up to you by taking your bag?” He begins to gently pull at your bag strap. You giggle lightly and let him remove it, he slings it over his right shoulder.

His left hand grasps yours and he leads you towards his car, your face begins to burn. This is the first time either of you had done anything so overtly romantic. Your palms are starting to exude moisture. Praying that you look much calmer on the outside. As inside the butterflies that live in your stomach are awake and fighting to get out. You glance up at him, he looks as red as you assume you look. You bite your lip slightly. He instantly lets go of your hand when you reach his trunk, and places your bag into it.

He saunters up to the passenger side door and opens it. The smile from his face immediately drops.

“Hey dickhead I told you to get in the back.” You raise your eyebrows in shock and storm up to up to him. He’s aiming the comment at the curly haired boy who’s sitting in shotgun. You stop in your tracks.

“I was here first!” He shouts at Steve.

“Dustin, I won’t hesitate making you walk. I’m serious.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?” Dustin snaps at him. He steps out of the car and squares up to him, despite the very obvious height difference he looks quite menacing.

“Yeah, yeah , yeah. An asshole who takes you to school when you crash your bike. Y’know normal kids just ride the bus.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Yeah and you’re not normal either.” You clap a hand to your mouth realising it was you who just told him that. He turns, gaping at you. Steve howls with laughter, struggling to remain upright he clutches to the car door. Dustin’s face suddenly cracks into a smile. He steps towards you.

“Okay, I like you!” He pats you on the arm. He opens the back door and slams it shut.

“I’d say I’m sorry about him, but you can handle yourself.” Steve tells you. You lean in and sit down in the car. He hesitates slightly. “It was kind of hot.”

“Dude, what the fuck kind of compliment is that?” You burst into laughter, Dustin’s head is poking in between the two front seats a disgusted expression etched across his face.

“I was joking, shut up.”

“Pretty crummy joke,” you inform him, “now can you please get in the car we’re gonna be late.”

He throws his hands up, “y’know I feel really used right now.”

“Good.” Grabbing the door you slam it shut. He paces round to the other side of the car, yanks the door open and slips into his seat. His hair looks manic and less put together than normal. He pulls away from the bus stop, his hands casually holding onto the steering wheel. You sit up slightly, pulling at the hem of your dress.

“So how come you aren’t in your not suited and booted today?” You enquire. It was strange to see him without the khaki coloured uniform. It was nice to seem him look more casual however. A glimpse at who he really was.

“Oh, I have today off. I’m working Sunday instead.”

“How come?”

“So he can pick you up from school.”

“Dude!” Steve says turning to glare at Dustin. The younger teen throws his hands up in frustration. You burst into peals of laughter unable to contain it, your hand holds onto the doorframe to steady yourself.

“Oh wow, and I thought chivalry was dead.” You finally get out once the laughter has subsided slightly.

“I was going to try and make it more romantic or something, but no. I cart you two around and where’s my thanks? Nowhere.” His hand touches his temple massaging it slightly. You lean towards him placing a hand on his thigh, a reassuring smile on your face.

“You really took time off just to take me to and from school? I mean it’s a nice gesture but I think you have your priorities in the wrong place.” You fail to mention the part about it being ‘romantic’.

“No. I was also going to ask if you wanted to see a movie and go for something to eat. I guess you’re going to say no, maybe I miss read the signs, but I heard that there’s this new horror film and -”

“Steve!” You grab his arm and shout to stop his ramblings. “Who said I was going to say no?”

There’s silence, his face frozen in shock. “Oh,” it’s all he can get out. He swallows and nods absentmindedly. “I suppose I’ll pick you up after school and we’ll catch the 5 P.M showing of ‘Silver Bullet’.”

“Oh I don’t even get to choose the film?” He raises his eyebrows at you. You place your hand on his thigh. “Don’t worry, I’m joking.”

“Wow. I can really feel the… Electricity.” Dustin’s face appears between you, his eyes darting between you, eyebrows moving suggestively.

Steve whacks him over the head, as you roar with laughter in the front.


“And remember I need your essays on my desk Monday morning!” Your teacher shouts over the class as they all rummage to try and pack away to get out as quick as they can. You’re also scrambling to collect your books into your bag so you don’t leave Steve waiting. There’s a tap on your shoulder. It’s Nancy Wheeler.

You and Nancy had been friends when you were younger, there were a small group of you that had been close. One by one you had dropped off. Some becoming more popular, you fading away. Nancy had coasted clear in the middle, her and Barbara had been the only ones to stay friends. Then when Barb died she looked lost, you wanted to reach out to her but it felt too hard. You always held a torch for Nancy no matter what rumors surrounded her. There was a certain quality to her, she was kind and funny. You also suspect she can be scary if she wants to be.

“(Y/N)! I heard that Steve is taking you to the movies tonight.” You continue to zip you bag up, struggling to maintain eye contact with her.

“Yeah I am… I hope that isn’t weird for you or anything…”

“What? Oh no! I was just going to say have a nice time. Steve, Steve’s a really good guy.” She smiles at you kindly and walks with you out of the classroom.

“So, you’re on good terms? I didn’t want to ask what happened between you two.”

“I wasn’t the best girlfriend to him. I was faithful to him, but emotionally I was unavailable. I just didn’t know how to cope with the pressure I was under at the time.”

“You’re with Jonathan now though, were you in love with him when you and Steve were dating.” She grabs your arm to stop you.

“I don’t want you to think badly of me, I like Steve. It’s just what me and Jonathan has is different.” You nod knowingly, somehow you suspect that things are also different for you and Steve. Even now your heart is beating knowing that he is sat waiting in his car outside. Just for you.

You part ways with Nancy, she walking up to Jonathan. His smile at her is sweet and loving, receiving something as truthful as a smile from someone who loves you is a gift. You admire them for a moment longer, breathing in deeply you push open the doors to the parking lot. The sun is already starting to set, most people have left the high school. The only cars parked are teachers and a few students in their cars waiting for people

But leaning on the hood of his car, wearing Ray-Bans in the dim autumn evening is Steve. You stop dead in your tracks and laugh at him. You run up to him, he stands up clearly noticing him. He grabs the door handle to open it for you.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”


“That was kind of awful!”

“What! No it wasn’t.” Steve faces you, walking backwards down the sidewalk as you sip on the last few dregs of Coke in your cup after you get out of the movies. “I think it’s already a modern day classic.”

“It was scary!”

“Yeah it’s a horror film (Y/N), they’re generally scary.”

“Well I’m just glad nothing that strange happens here in Hawkins.” Steve chuckles.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He just shakes his head and takes your hand in his. You swing it back and forth slightly. “Is there something exciting happening that I don’t know about?”

“Now that would be telling.” He taps the side of his nose, you roll your eyes at him but lean your head on him slightly as you walk. He shakes his sleeve up his arm to look at his watch.

“Huh, it’s past eight already. We need to hurry to get our reservation.” He tells you, but you’re not listening. Panic starts to rise in your chest, building as the seconds tick away.

“I’m sorry, I need to go home.”

“What? I booked us a table!”

“Steve, please!” You forcibly grab his arm, hoping he understands the urgency of the situation. He slowly nods, obviously disappointed, he pulls his keys out of his back pocket and leads you to his car.

“I really am sorry, I just didn’t realise it would be that late.” He shrugs his shoulders and points behind him.

“Your birthday present is on the back seat, it was a real bitch to find.” You beam at him and reach back to grab it, the back of your blouse riding up revealing the purple bruises cluttering your lower back. You grasp the roughly wrapped gift and sit back, a childlike wonder takes over you. A small box of ‘Thin Mint’ cookies stare up at you, you scramble to open them. However the sudden tension in the car makes you hesitate, Steve’s watching you a concerned look on his face.

“Where did those bruises come from?”

“Nowhere.” You gulp, “I mean, I fell down the stairs last night.”

Bullshit. Hopper told me your Dad was an asshole I didn’t think he was doing that to you.”

“H-h-he isn’t, I fuh-fell. I promise.” Tears roll down your face, you can’t even bring yourself to wipe them away. He takes one hand off of the wheel and reaches out to you. Instinctively you flinch away. He looks hurt, his hand still outstretched. You hide your face in your hands, the embarrassment of the situation is unbearable. How could I be so stupid? You think to yourself. The car stops but you sit unmoving. The click of a seat belt echoes throughout the car and suddenly Steve is pulling you into him. You melt under his touch, still sobbing. He rubs your back, whispering to you quietly. You cling to him desperately.

“I would never, ever hurt you. I promise.”

He smiles sadly and kisses your forehead. For now you were safe. And even though you were scared about the horrors waiting for you inside you could live in this moment, just for a while, and forget that the world wanted you to suffer. 


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🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
Perfect

Prompt:  hi yes i am having a Time right now, and I’d love to see some romantic polyamsanders fluff – hugging, snuggling, kissing, goofing around, taking care of each other, cooking, anything will do, please (and you write fluff so well anyway) <3 - @backatthebein

Notes: I’m sorry you’re having a hard time, sweetie! I hope this lil’ rambling piece of fluff helps. <3 

CW: Mostly fluff, mild allusions to romantic activities, mild self-doubt

Pairing(s): Polyamsanders (romantic)

Virgil wasn’t sure how it was going to work. Truth be told, at first, he didn’t think it could. 

Romance was hard enough when it was just two people. Three and it got weird, but four? Forget it. There was no way. There’d be jealousy, or hurt feelings, or they’d eventually realize they each had a favorite and break off into smaller couplings again (and given that one member of their little quartet was him, the smart money said that meant there’d end up being a love triangle, because no way in heck was he going to end up being anyone’s favorite. They were probably barely tolerating him as it was). 

But to his utter shock, that didn’t happen. 

As the first exhilarating weeks began to slip into a more comfortable routine, the mundanity Virgil had been bracing for never really arrived. Instead, something else happened–something so impossible that, to Virgil, it bordered on magical. 

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Carmilla Movie Theory

You’ve asked me to tell you a story, to weave you a theory. My inbox sings with your requests to try and jumble everything together. You ask. I’ll deliver. 

Originally posted by loveisweakness-clexa4life

I’ll give it my best shot because there’s nothing I like more than a challenge. We’re sticking to the usual plan of trying to make the most ridiculous but still kinda plausible theory possible. To start us off, here’s what canon information I have to work with.

  1. The Existing Carmilla Mythos - So we naturally have everything from the 3 seasons to work with. You’ve seen the web series. You know.
  2. The Original Trailer - This is the one on the beach that announced the movie. Frankly, I’m curious as to how much of this will actually apply because from my understanding it was put together before they had a script. As a scene, it’s probably cut.  I’m treating the information as canon because I don’t have enough material to be cutting ANY of it.
  3. The New Cast Information - Literally yesterday, we received the names of three new cast members. Seeing as I’m going to make the case that these are all literary references (stay tuned) just their names alone give me info. They are:
    1. Emily Bronte
    2. Charlotte Bronte
    3. The Woman In Black

Now we do our magical conjecture and fun fact building to try and whip it all together into a coherent story. Basically, I’m going to write you a movie because I’m a novelist at heart and a story structure buff. We’re going to try and figure out what we can expect when the movie releases in the fall (?). Buckle up, creampuffs.

 This is going to get 7k words worth of messy from parents to exes to fish gods to old school novellas. 

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doodleboots  asked:

You said your house was haunted by "parakeets and Amish Satan" EXPLAIN

…I don’t remember posting about that on here omfg how deep in my personal tag are you? 😂 Those are two different stories so this is probably gonna be long.

Alright, so I was always that freaky little ‘I see dead people’ shithead when I was a kid. You know, that asshole kid that gives detailed descriptions of relatives that died before they were born and says they see them on the ceiling or some shit? That was me. Important to the stories. I’ll start with the parakeets.

Okay, so when I was like…Maybe 5 or 6, I really wanted to get a pet. We had a dog, but I was not the dog’s favorite person, and I was in that whole ‘I wanna prove I’m responsible’ stage of childhood, so I ambushed my parents with the pet question when we were out to dinner. (Which was a strategic move, as I knew all the waiters at the restaurant liked me and would maybe throw in a pity “Aww, get the girl a pet” comment as a guilt trip if they over heard the conversation. It totally worked lmao)

So, after a long debate about animals, my parents decided to get me parakeets. Which, I had not been aiming for (I wanted something cuddly, and I like birds in theory, not in practice) but I was not in a position for arguing when I was about to get a pet, so I agreed and we headed off to PetSmart and got two birds.

Now, over the course of my childhood, I only had three birds- Blueberry, Banana, and Snowcap. You can probably figure out what they looked like, I was not the most creative child. So, in our old house, which was, frankly, a better house, they had a great life! We kept them in the living room, right next to the huge glass doors that lead to the backyard so they got a lot of sunlight and fresh air, we were great about cleaning up their feathers, they didn’t feel attention starved so they weren’t too loud or annoying. It was great.

Then we moved to our current house, and that’s where it starts getting complicated.

See, my mom and I were both on a depression battle, and if you know anything about that, it made it very hard for us to do things. Energy wasn’t there. So while we were obviously still feeding the birds and everything, we definitely let the cage get messy and stopped cleaning up feathers. We had them on the bay window in my living room, so it looked like a mess, which really pissed my Aunt Gail off. Gail was a psycho bitch, for reference, but she had moved in with us to help pay bills and insisted the birds were taken out of the living room, which I wasn’t really down with, but I also wasn’t down with her locking me in a closet, so I listened to her. So Blueberry and Snowcap got banished to the computer room, where there was very little light, always loud music playing, and barely any attention for them. I remember they’d get so loud and we’d just throw a sheet over the cage or turn the lights off or yell for them to shut up. As it stands now, I realize we definitely ended up mistreating the birds, and I feel incredibly guilty about that, but as a little kid with very little patience and a fear of birds, who was mostly following her mother and aunt’s actions, I didn’t understand. I got pretty detached from them because of where I was mentally, and I remember when they both died (separately- Blueberry held on for a while, so she was sadly alone for a while), I like, forced all emotion about it away and just didn’t focus on it. Do you know what I mean? I was pretending like I wasn’t effected, like it was a non-issue, and like tbh I didn’t even let myself focus on how effed up that is until a couple years ago. But that was just the headspace I was in.

Okay, so anyway, birds: I always hear them outside my window during the day, chirping up a storm, but at night? It’s usually dead silent, with the occasional hoot from an owl who’s literally only there to make me think about the movie “The Fourth Kind” in the middle of the night. Fuck that owl, I don’t want to think about that movie.

Sometimes, though, when I’m having an Insomniac Episode ™ , I’ll be in the computer room (there’s no wifi in my house, we’re still in the 90′s) late at night, messing around, and for a short amount of time I’ll hear birds, like, screeching. And I never really thought much about it, because like, nature can do whatever it wants, but it started getting a little odd. Like, I’d leave the computer room to go downstairs for a bit, and I’d hear absolutely nothing. Dead silence, even though the kitchen is directly below it and thus has the same trees, or even if I leave the door open, it’s just quiet. But the second I step off the step and into the room, it starts back up. Weird, right? I started feeling really eerie about it, and started purposefully leaving the computer room whenever it started up.

And then, that lead me to noticing when it started up…It was always at 3:00am to 4:00 am. Which is, you know, The Witching Hour. The Ghost Hour. The Demon Hour. Plenty of names, but all the same concept. Any self-respecting paranormal fucker knows that things get weird at 3:00 am. The veil’s a little thinner then.

And that in itself freaked me out, but I always feel pretty freaked out at that time anyway, because as mentioned, I’m That Asshole Kid who hears disembodied voices and sees things out of the corner of my eye and always feels like something is right behind me. That’s only gotten better and worse with age in different ways- but anyway, while the bird stuff was freaking me out, I had yet to put together what it was, because frankly I’m just a wimp and I thought it was overall anxiety making me hear things.

So then, a little under a year ago, I’m watching some show about the paranormal and animals, and some dude is recounting a story about a ghost cat or something, and I remember being like…what the fuck, animals can be ghosts? What? Because that’s not something that ever occurred to me before, and not something I had heard of. And the guy went on to say something like if the animals were mistreated in life, they have as much chance to come back as a person-ghost who died tragically or something. And I just like, had a flash, of realizing how we had definitely mistreated the birds, and how I only hear screaming birds in their room, at 3:00 am, and it was just sort of an “everything clicked together moment”, and I was like, shit. I’m being haunted by my old pet parakeets.

I still hear them all the time, but I mean, I’m not turning out lights or telling them to shut up anymore, because honestly? They definitely have a reason to complain and make their voices heard over that. Like, if they need to let out frustration from beyond the grave, they definitely have my attention.

Okay, on to Amish Satan.

So in…Fifth grade, my class took a field trip to Lancaster, to tour some old coal mines and see some donkeys and stuff. It was nothing special, honestly, but it was a fun trip. So anyway, they had a little gift shop the let us go into because what’s a field trip without souvenirs? And they were mostly selling coal related stuff- I’ve got a little statue of a mouse made out of coal on my nightstand that I got there. But they were also selling these little Amish dolls, right? So as a young girl with a great love for dolls (I used to have a huge collection of all kinds), obviously I had to get one.

So I picked out a guy doll because I loved the shade of blue they used for his shirt, he had little black suspenders and a black hat, it was cute. Paid the store owner, got on the bus with my new little friend to head home.

(Completely unrelated to the story, but back then I was anime trash and decided to name this poor thing Kiyo after the main character from Zatch Bell lmao)

So anyway, on the bus home, I started getting slightly…unsettled by the fact he didn’t have a face. Like, it didn’t bother me when I bought him, but now it was starting to really freak me out. I kept asking the teachers why Amish dolls didn’t have faces, but no one had answers for me, which was frustrating, because I thought if I could understand the reasoning, it wouldn’t freak me out as much.

I was starting to regret buying it, but when we got back to school, my friend Rachel whipped out a sharpie and said “It’s yours anyway, just give him a face yourself!” which sounded like a relatively good idea. I drew the least intimidating face I could- two simple big eyes, point for a nose, big goofy smile with his tongue sticking out. It’s cute and dumb. Seriously, I still have the doll, you don’t look at this thing and think “Satan” at all.

So, me and my friends played with this doll all the time. We’d use to make him do tricks and flip him around and stuff- I remember one year we accidentally got him stuck on the Christmas tree and left him up there with all the decorations because we thought it was the funniest thing ever. This was like our go-to doll. We loved the thing. And sure, I’d have a weird experience every now and then, but I had absolutely no reason to think it was connected to the doll, because the things weren’t that out-of-ordinary for me.

So, in sixth grade, I had to start going to this free children’s hospital in the city called Shriners, and there were always a lot of Amish people there, because it was free and they have higher risks for birth defects and problems. And I was a super shy child, but at the same time I didn’t want to sit quietly in a waiting room for a millions years, so I’d usually quietly bond with a kid over some of the toys the waiting room had out, or if I was just reading I’d still make a point to smile politely at everyone I made eye contact with. The adults always seemed suspicious of me, but I figured it was just a whole ‘Amish vs The English’ thing, or because my health problems were a lot less physically obvious than their children’s and they were upset about that. It made me feel uncomfortable, but it was nothing serious.

Except one day, I was making small talk with one family and the little girl had a doll out, and I just said something like “Oh I have one of those dolls! It has a face on it though.” And her mother got all wide eyed and dragged her kids to the other side of the room while talking in their language (I don’t know the name of it) and I was just like???? Oh shit what did I do??? Like it was strange omg.

So anyway, time goes on. I get older, I stop playing with dolls, and actually end up selling or trashing most of them. I kept the Amish doll around though, but it wasn’t like me and my friends were playing with him every day anymore. He was just there. Something inside of me couldn’t bear to get rid of him, but I wasn’t doing anything with him either.

And after a while, it started to feel weird. Like…uncomfortable. Sort of a ‘why don’t you play with me anymore’ vibe, which sounded so stupid, because I was in high school at this point, I could not justify thinking an old toy was sad. This isn’t fucking Toy Story, you know? (Incidentally, while I love the Toy Story films, they’re also lowkey my worst nightmares).

I remember edging around him. Like, he still has the same dumb, cutesy face drawn on, but something was making me uncomfortable to be around him. I felt watched and guilty and nervous. At some point he ended up on the staircase leading to my computer room, just laying there for a couple years. Neither me or my mom ever bothered to touch him.

Okay, so then I go away for my only semester of college, and one day I was in the group chat with my friends and we were talking about creepy things that have happened to us. And I brought up this doll, and they were kinda interested and I remember saying “Watch me come home for break and he’s not gonna be wear I left him” as a joke.

I get home from break…Guess who’s not fucking on the steps like he’d been for the past 3 years?

I was cracking up, I remember texting my friend Zoe who started freaking out, but I was like “Okay, creepy coincidence, but obviously my mom must’ve just moved him or thrown him out”.

…Except my mom had no idea what I was talking about. She had no memory of this doll, let alone walking past it all the time for three years while it sat on the steps. She swore she didn’t move it.

So I was like…okay,

So then I’m back home officially and I still can’t find it. I searched everywhere- not even because I wanted the doll, just because not knowing where it was was making me feel even more nervous and anxious than having to tip-toe around it. I had random scary thoughts pop up in my head of it appearing in my room suddenly, or moving on it’s own. I was really freaking myself out- being paranoid is what I’m best at.

Okay, at some point down the line, one day I’m on my couch just flicking through channels, and I come across a marathon of a show called “Amish Haunting” (Honestly, check it out if you like ghost shows, it’s pretty cool). The episode that happens to be playing is feature a segment called “The Faceless Doll” and the paranormal experience that family had when an English neighbor gave their young daughter a doll with a face. Shit got fucked up for this family. Real shit guys.

They explained within the episode that the reason for faceless dolls is because the Amish believe that fake faces- like on dolls, in photographs, what have you- are an invitation for the Devil into your home. They believe he can use the fake eyes to see into your life and watch you and grow stronger and mess you up, basically. So, when 10 year old Molly drew that face on, not only was she accidentally disrespecting the Amish’s beliefs, she was basically unwittingly inviting Satan into her house, and then using him as a best play mate with her two other Catholic School Girl friends. Iconic.

I have since found the doll- mind you, in a place where he literally never should have been- but things seem…Calmer? I do occasionally feel a little watched, but honestly I feel like now that I’m aware my doll is potentially housing Satan, we’re on better terms? Allegedly a couple of my friends have had weird experiences after insulting him, but I wasn’t around so I can’t confirm or deny. Like, I definitely still get creeped out by him, but not as much, and I don’t feel a weird sad aura around the doll anymore.

So, now I’m just kinda hoping we stay on these chill mutual grounds and I don’t, like, get possessed or anything. But yeah, that’s the story of Amish Satan, you just gotta be a little respectful with him.

Fireproof // Part 5

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Summary: Supernatural Half Blood Boarding School AU where students are paired with a human counterpart to help them adapt to the human world outside their supernatural communities.

Driving into Shawn’s community was just like driving into any other town. There were people walking dogs and jogging. There were little shops, a big grocery store, a couple of bars and what not. Pretty normal. Shawn turns the car up a long winding street to a gated drive and gets out, digging in his pocket and withdrawing a key card to open the gate at a little sensor box. The huge black iron gates slide open easily as Shawn gets back in the car and heads up the drive toward a big white and brick house.

“Is your family well off?” you ask, glancing at the well manicured lawn and decorative landscaping. This wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t know what you expected really, but posh gated brick mini mansion was not even in your thought range.

“Sort of? My dad is a counselor for the Dragon Ambassador Council.”

You blink a few times. His dad was literally one of the most important men and women who kept the supernatural cultures at peace with the humans. Yeah. That would probably be considered well off. “Your dad is a big deal then. Holy crap. Wow. I never would have thought.”

Shawn laughs. He parks the car in the driveway and gets out to come around get help you get your backpack out. “I promise he’s totally normal. We’re a normal family. Don’t be intimidated by his title.”

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anonymous asked:

*chants* little sides little sides little sides *coughs*iloveyourwriting*coughs*

Here You go!!..Have a whole range of HC’s  (I love little!sides so, so damn much. If you guys like any of this you can always request elaboration or a scenario. :D) 

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  • Logan waddling unable to see far. Bumbling into things and being clumsy.  Patton the same.

  • Patton playing party cake with teddies and toys.

  • Virgil sulking and bouncing a ball against a wall.

  • Princey begging for piggybacks to feel taller.

  • Patton constantly tugging at pant legs for “cuds” or “ups”

  • Patton sticking everything and anything in his mouth.

  • Logan grabbing at everything looking for hours at small interesting objects.

  • Virgil steals comfort items but is otherwise quiet and hiding, usually on the couch silently praying for snuggles.

  • Roman is adventure this and adventure that, wild goose chases round the house, sword fights, pretend castles, he causes the most havoc.

  • Logan playing with colourful gems.

  • Prince making swords and capes with dad.

  • Virgil sucking on his thumb. (Sometimes when his anxiety is bad he’ll silently be crying too)

  • Patton making messes in the kitchen, he got into the flour. Again.

  • Glasses falling off.  

  • Hoodies too long.

  • Crown too big and heavy.

  • Pillow forts!

  • Uncle Virgil cuddling tiny Logan and/or Roman.

  • Virgil being an awesome Dad/Uncle.  He just seems to know when they need him. Know when they are sleepy or distressed or hungry. He’s not to huge on the whole playtime, but he tries his hardest to enthuse them when he’s having a good day.   (On bad days it will be pajama day, they’ll watch movies in a fort, hiding from everything.  Cuddles and kisses will make everything better.

  • Also -Group nap time!  Roman sprawled on Virgil’s chest, Patton clinging to his right side. Logan Laying on his thigh.

  • Logan is all for praise but is very stern.  He finds Roman the most difficult. Patton the Cutest, and worries about not giving Virgil enough attention -So he always makes sure to bring the kid to sit on his lap while he does his work or reads because Virgil sits still.

  • Patton parents on hugs. He uses the timeout corner and always makes silly faces and raspberries (Don’t forget the tickle monster!)  Hes also is the one to make sure they eat well. He loves giving his kids a bath. All of the bubbles and rubber duckies to get his kids squeaky clean after getting all messy after a healthy breakfast/lunch/dinner.  They have water fights with Roman.  They make silly sculptures with Logan and Virgil just chills with the scented bath salts and soft washcloth.

  • Roman spoils.  Bears, toys,  He is over the top with parenting. He’ll never leave tiny Virgil alone.  He’ll help Logan with silly poems.   He makes them all new onsies. Space ones for Logan, Animal ones for Patton, Emo but cute mysterious ones for Virgil (And his are thinner and not as fluffy so he doesn’t feel so claustrophobic)


  • Tantrums?   Virgil will be scarily silent. He’ll ball up and cry, he may not make noises or sounds for a while afterward.  He’ll need some water and lots of cuddles to be pulled back out his shell once he’s been forgiven.  He may not say sorry because of how mute he gets, but the Parent (More so Patton and Logan) understands nonetheless.  (Roman tries a little harder before realizing he’s not going to get the boy to speak)

  • Roman will lay on the floor and whack it. He’ll whine, frustrated tears are there on occasion. He’ll deny doing things wrong until proven otherwise. However once proven he’ll get very small. Apologizing quietly and feeling rather ashamed. He needs to be assured it’s ok afterward, as long as he doesn’t do it again. He’ll usually try to make a gift to say he’s sorry, like a drawing or lego/playdough creation.

  • Patton gets very sad, He’ll say sorry almost instantly once caught doing something wrong. He’ll tug at shirts, saying sorry again, even right before bed, hours after the issue is cleared up. He cries randomly sometimes thinking about the times he’s messed up. He’ll be extra helpful and good when he is feeling bad about it and will not beg for hugs as much. (But really he needs them more, he always worries about his parent’s emotional state. Worried he’s too much effort for them)


  • Favourite toys:  Virgil’s is a soft grey cat blanket, its big enough to keep him warm but small enough he can drag it around and pet rub its soft surface.

  • Roman, of course, loves his Toy crown and sword. (And his plastic toy town, accompanied by heaps of little soldiers and people.)  However he also has a medium Green dragon that he loves to have at bedtime or when he’s sad.

  • Logan loves playing with his clean coloured rocks and other weird sciencey things like kaleidoscopes.   His favorite thing to have as comfort is one of his collection of Space ball plushies!  His favorite ones Include the smiley earth and the giggling Saturn (He loves the fluffy soft rings, they make good handles so he can carry it around. )

  • Patton, well he has His dogs. Many many toy dogs, all range of size and colours. But His favorite is a white cat, because it doesn’t make him sneeze like real ones. He loves that the paws and tail can move about, he loves to pin the two paws around his neck so the cat can hang on his back. Or curl the tail round his neck while it sits on his shoulder.

Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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Forever Friendzoned

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.500+

Summary: How many blind dates and failures does it take for Y/N to realize that the only guy who will truly love her is her best friend and the completely friendzoned guy Michael?

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Title: Into Focus
Character: Peter Parker
A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.

“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.

Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”

“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”

Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.

•~•

“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.

“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”

You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”

“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”

You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.

“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”

You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”

“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”

Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”

“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”

“Deal!”

•~•

With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.

“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”

Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”

“I really don’t.”

“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”

“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”

“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”

“Maybe, but Peter does.”

What.

•~•

“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”

“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”

“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”

Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”

“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”

Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.

That was incredibly weird, even for you.

But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.

Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.


•~•

“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.

Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.

“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”

“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.

“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.

Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?

•~•

You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.

It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.

Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.

You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.

Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”

You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.

“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”

“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”

“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.

“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”

Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”

Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.

Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.

You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”

“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”

“How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”

It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.

Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.

He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.

Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.

“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.

Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”

Arrangements (Jimin) Part Five

Genre: Angst/some fluff

Word Count:1,505

Summary: “I see, all you guys care about is stupid Y/n, you guys side with her no matter what.”

A/n: I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive, but I’m hoping to finish writing my request soon!~Joy

Part one//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Eight


“Jimin? Y/n? What’s going on?”


Hoseok walked in, after hearing the screaming, he saw an angry Jimin, face red and eyes swelled and an upset Y/n. Jimin clenched his teeth, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “You wanna know what’s going on?” Jimin asked, almost laughing but he was crying. His shaky finger pointed to you, as he started to breathe heavily “this bitch over here ruined my relationship with Sunhee.” His words stung, as you winced, you wanted to slap him so badly, but you knew that he was just hurting and finding an excuse to blame it on anyone else but him.

“Jimin is that any way to talk to Y/n?” Hoseok scolded, he was disappointed with how Jimin had to find anyone but him to blame. Jimin only lets out an angry huff, as he wiped the tears away.

“Hoseok, you can’t honestly believe that I’ll treat her as a normal person after ruining my relationship do you?” Jimin asked, laughing as if Hoseok told a joke. But his smile was soon wiped away replaced with a disgusted face instead. “I can’t even look at you anymore.” Jimin laughed, as hot tears kept flowing from your face. “Did you hear me? I don’t want to ever see you again!” Jimin yelled, making you wince. The boys started to rush in to hear why Jimin was screaming.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, as he stood beside you seeing you all broken up in tears, as Jimin’s face got redder. 

“I see, all you guys care about is stupid Y/n, you guys side with her no matter what.” Jimin angrily points out, as he clenches his fists.

“That’s not true Jimin and you know that” Jin softly reminded him, but Jimin just shook his head.

“It’s always about Y/n, what’s so good about her anyways? She isn’t worth much, she can always be replaced.” Jimin’s bitter words struck into you, making you feel your throat close in.

“Jimin that’s enough, you can’t act like you’re the victim when you caused just as much pain that you feel right now to Y/n” Namjoon argued reasonably.

“Shut up, just shut up. She’s not worth anything to me, Sunhee does, and she ruined it for me.” Jimin screamed.

“She may not be worth anything to you, but she means the world to the rest of us.” Jungkook strongly replies as he holds on to you to keep you from collapsing. 

“Well, of course, she means the world to you, you always go for my trash don’t you?” Jimin smirks, as he laughs to himself. Jungkook’s fist clenches, as he punches Jimin in the face. Hoseok and Taehyung hold him back before he could do any more damage.

“You’re a fucking jerk Jimin, Sunhee didn’t leave you because she felt she guilty, she didn’t want to date an idiot like you!” Jungkook screams the room went silent. Jimin felt his cheek, where Jungkook had punched him, the impact made some blood fall out, as he wiped it off.

“I guess you’ve forgotten your place but don’t worry I’ll gladly help you back into it.” Jimin grinned evilly, as he rose his hand striking his hand across Jungkook’s face.

“That’s enough.” You scream, pushing Jimin away from Jungkook. “Stay away from Jungkook, I don’t care what you call me, but if you ever lay another finger on Jungkook I’ll make sure you learn your place. He’s like a brother to me so don’t even try to pull that card on him.” 

“Whatever” Jimin rolled his eyes, leaving the room.


Weeks had passed since that argument, you barely went to the dorms anymore. You couldn’t bare to see Jimin, there was no way you would try to talk to him again. The boys would often come over to your apartment and hang out, usually, you guys would play board games and eat take out, and sometimes Jungkook would even beg to sleep over so you guys would just watch horror movies till you fell asleep automatically. After the boys left, you closed the door, cleaning up the take out boxes and such. You went to go to bed when you heard your phone rang, answering it.

“Hello?” You asked into the phone.

“Y/n L/n?” A man asked, in a deep gruff voice.

“Yes?” You answered in a meek voice.

“Can you come to the police station, we have your friend here and we need you to come and receive him.” The police asked while you told him you were on your way.


You got out of your car, rushing to the main desk. “Hi, um, my name is Y/n L/n and I was told to come and get my friend.” You told the lady in front.

“Ah okay, um, all of the people who are going to be picked up are in that room,” She said pointing to the door down the hall.


You nodded, as you walked over to the room, you wondered which friend was in trouble who needed your aid so badly. You opened the door to reveal a drunk Jimin, collapsed on the chair. “Jimin?” You asked, surprise that you were called to the police station to pick up him.

“Y/n you actually came,” Jimin said surprised as he got up from his chair, only to stumble back down.

“Let’s just go” You rolled your eyes, as Jimin tried his best to follow behind you.

Once you got him into your car, you started to drive, keeping the car ride with less conversation as possible. “You know sometimes when people are in an awkward situation they usually will make conversation.” Jimin joked lightly.

“You know sometimes when people don’t like the person they are driving they make it pretty clear.” You say back, you weren’t in the mood for this. Jimin didn’t say anything else, keeping the car ride as silent as possible.


You pulled up to the dorm, getting out of your car, as you got Jimin out of your car, dragging him up to the dorm. Knocking on the door, you hoped at least someone would be awake at the moment. Jin opened the dorm, as he smiled at you. “Hey y/n, did one of us forget something? You knew you can always give it to us tomorrow,” Jin joked, as you smiled back.

“I’m here to return this, ” You said, pulling Jimin into Jin’s grasps.


“Jimin? What were you doing hanging out with him?” Jin asks as you rolled your eyes.

“I was called by the police station to come collect him, I don’t know why, though.” You simply stated as you yawned.

“It’s late Jimin, why would you go out to the bar? Did you get into a fight? Are those bruises?” Jin rambled on, only to make Jimin groan.

“Can you not? I’m tired and want some sleep.” Jimin groaned as he trudged back to his room.

“Why is he going to bars on a Wednesday night?” You asked as Jin shook his head in disapproval.

“Jimin’s been going to bars every night every since Sunhee broke up with him, he claims it helps take his mind off of her” Jin rolls his eyes, as he tsks at the thought of Jimin drinking to get his mind off of things. “Anyways, why don’t you sleep over? It’s one in the morning and I wouldn’t want you to drive home this late.” Jin suggests as you nod giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Jin.” You smile, as Jin grins at you, handing you a pillow and blanket, giving you a long hug.

“I’m glad to see you back at the dorms again.” He whispers, putting his chin on top of your head.

“Me too” You whisper back.

“Y/n? Jin?” Namjoon asks as he turns on the lights. “What’s going on?” You two turned to face Namjoon, who looked super tired, bags were under his eyes, as he put down his backpack. “I thought you guys went to hang out at y/n’s place?” 

“We were, and then after I got a call from the police station telling me to go pick up Jimin, ” You tell him, as he heads over.

“And why are you two hugging?” Namjoon asks as Jin hugged you tighter. “Can we not hug? I didn’t know that was illegal now” Jin replied.

“It’s not, it’s just weird to see you hugging in the dark. Alone.” Namjoon stated as he pulled you into a hug. “Sleep well Y/n” he smiled, as you smiled back.

“You too, and don’t spend your time always in those underground parties.” You grin as you wipe the dirt off Namjoon’s cheek. “Good night!” You smile, as you fall onto the couch.


Jin was walking back to his bedroom when he felt someone grab his arm, Jin turned back to see Namjoon glaring at him. “Leave Y/n alone, she’s mine.” Namjoon growls.

“Funny, I didn’t know you two were dating? Oh wait, never mind you’re not, so yeah uh I won’t leave her alone” Jin grins, as he walks into his room, closing the door.

Soft Bite // Vampire Shawn Blurb

When you started dating Shawn you noticed something was off about him. It wasn’t anything serious. He didn’t have a third eyeball or something. It was just, he never seemed to eat when you and him went out. He purposely avoided taking you to lunch or dinner. If presented with the option of food in any other setting, he would claim he already ate and was not hungry. At first you thought maybe he had an eating disorder, which concerned you greatly, but that wasn’t it. No. He was too fit, too healthy for that.

Things started coming together when you stayed over at his place for the first time. You fell asleep first, nodding off in his bed while he petted your hair and watched Bizarre Foods reruns with you. When you woke up he was still awake as ever, eyes focused on the weird fried chicken foot Andrew Zimmern was eating on the tv. He smiled at you and kissed your head, telling you to go back to sleep. This sort of thing happened every single time you stayed the night. You would always wake up in the middle of the night and find him awake. Sometimes he was doing the dishes from dinner, that you ate and not him. He would be watching TV or on his phone. Never asleep when he should be. It was weird.

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Something There

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: excessive eye rolling and fluff

Word Count: 1305

A/N: So for my birthday I went to see “Beauty and the Beast” and I’m obsessed! My sister gave me this little idea and I just HAD to write it!!! Enjoy!!


A movie date was not normal for Y/N and Dean, but she was insistent on wanting to go see something, anything! How many more times could they really watch what they had in their small collection at the bunker?

Y/N had taken the initiative to purchase tickets ahead of time for the movie that caught her attention and only hoped that she could get Dean in there without a fuss.

Distracting him the snack purchases, he never questioned what they were seeing until the previews started running. Glancing around he noticed there were a large number of children and women. Brows furrowed he elbowed Y/N. “What did you say we were seeing?”

Y/N stiffened. “Uh, I didn’t say.”

“Y/N, what kind of mo-” He started to ask, but as the theater darkened further, his question was answered as the intro played.

Y/N kept track of Dean out of the corner of her eye, but was quickly being pulled to the screen, not particularly concerned if he liked it or not.

“Seriously?!” He harshly whispered into her ear. “Beauty and the friggin’ Beast?!”

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Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Stalker From Another Universe (Part 3)

I’m so sorry for not posting!! A lot of stuff has been going on, but I’m back!!

Part 1                  Part 2


“I wonder if I’m showing up in a comic book right now,” you said, staring out the apartment window.  “That would be pretty cool.”

Jason laughed and joined you by the window, “Yeah, but how would they draw you?  From what I’ve heard, you don’t like all of the styles they draw me in.”

You nodded, “It’s probably the dude that’s in charge of drawing Red Hood and The Outlaws.”

“He does get my good side,” he joked.

You snorted and nodded once again, your focus still on the beautiful horizon of Gotham.  It had been two months since you magically appeared in Jason’s apartment, freaking both him and you out.  After that fiasco, he called Roy to help you adjust to the weird universe you might be stuck in.  None of the members of the Justice League called Jason to tell him they figured out how to send you back home, and you were starting to lose hope.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with Jason and Roy, but you worried for you family and friends.  You worried that they might think you were kidnapped, killed or even sold in human trafficking.  You shuddered at the thought.

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Jihyun Kim/V x MC Headcanons

I have no explanation for this, other than I’m hopelessly in love with Jihyun Kim and I really wanted to do this as the self-indulgent trash that I am. I hope those of you that read it enjoy it, and that I’ve done him justice. Under the cut because this became way longer than I thought it would be;;;

Also note: Mild Good End V route spoilers


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anonymous asked:

tododeku for the ship thing!

please send me a ship and I will tell you

who’s the cuddler:  SHOUTO OBVI, his touch starved ass is constantly snuggling up to izuku. His fav snuggle time is when they’re snuggled up on the couch in the common room surrounded by their friends and classmates for 1-a’s weekly movie night, warms his lil gay heart

who makes the bed: again, shouto. Living with Endeavor for years taught him to never leave his room without making the bed and leaving things clean and neat unless he wanted to get screamed at. Midoriya, on the other hand, stumbles out of bed with 15 minutes to spare and mumbles his way through breakfast barely remembering to dress himself before he’s out the door.

who wakes up first: Geez, I swear I’m not doing this on purpose, but again, Shouto. He learned to wake up early from Endeavor, who does not believe in “sleeping in” but damn does shouto take it to a new level. After his mom was sent away he started waking up even before his father upon realizing it was some of the only quiet time he could have to himself on a daily basis. Now he just wakes prior to the ass crack of dawn out of habit. 

who has the weird taste in music: *all might voice* MIDORIYA MY BOY. Izuku’s Spotify playlist is a weird mix of anime opening and closing songs, songs he thinks his fav pro heroes would enjoy, and cheery bops/bangers that he can sing to at the top of his lungs with Ochako, intermixed with a lil American top 40 because wow Izuku loves 5th Harmony on the low. 

who is more protective: Izuku, have u met that boy??? Not that Shouto wouldn’t take a fuckin bullet for Izuku, but Izuku really takes the cake when it comes to being protective over his s/o. U wanna talk shit about Shouto?? Oh, then clearly u wanna catch these mf hands at full fuckin cowl huh bitch??? Cinnamon roll Izuku is no more when it comes to loving and protecting Todoroki Shouto from villains, bullies, or anyone who so much as stares at the scar on his face for a millisecond too long. 

While Shouto is slightly more levelheaded and knows when to just let it go when people are being assholes. He did afterall spend his entire childhood learning how to hide his emotions from endeavor and trying not to let him get too far under his skin.

who sings in the shower: Surprisingly enough, Shouto. Shouto, being the morning person that he is, normally showers when everyone is still asleep. He likes singing, it’s something his mother used to do for him as a child to help calm him, and when she wasn’t around anymore he’d sing to himself at night in his room, just quiet enough for endeavor not to hear, but sometimes Fuyumi would pause at his door to catch him humming the remnants of a nursery rhyme. 

Plus, the showers make for a great place to be able to hear yourself sing as your voice bounces off the tiles and echoes back to you. He sings anything from the soft little lullabies his mom used to sing, to the catchy American songs Izuku and Ochako are always screaming around him. 

who cries during movies: Izuku!!! That boy is always crying. Shouto doesn’t really get it but he holds him extra close whenever he notices the silent tears falling down Izuku’s freckled cheeks during movie night. 

who spends the most while out shopping: Shouto, money has never really been a problem for him and he has really really boujee taste. Minimalist, simplistic, and functional, but also hella expensive. Oh, that black t-shirt over there that looks like u could buy it in a Hanes 5 pack at k-mart? Its actually $500 dollars and Shouto owns 3 because the material “is soft but durable and doesn’t fade in the wash” according to him. Meanwhile, Izuku is constantly budgeting and absolutely refuses to let Shouto spend any of his money on him whatsoever. Although they do usually alternate between who buys who lunch or dinner on dates. 

who kisses more roughly: Izuku, he’s a cinnamon roll and my son but like at least he’s seen movies. Both Izuku and Shouto are new to this whole “relationship” thing as they are the first boyfriend/girlfriend either of them has ever had so kissing took a while to figure out. At first, it was always awkward bc wtf people actually enjoy mushing their faces together??? But it became a lot more natural the less they tried to force intense make-out sessions, like in the movies, right off the bat. Just casual little kisses here and there, quick and nothing super special but enough to bring a blush to both of their cheeks. Izuku has slowly but surely been practicing his technique, taking mental notes of what does and doesn’t seem to be working for them, what Shouto seems to respond to most, and what he finds most comfortable. He’s got a couple tricks up his sleeve and is always trying something new each time they kiss for more than a few seconds. 

who is more dominate: Shouto, although I wouldn’t use the word dominate, more like blunt. He doesn’t know how to sugar coat things and doesn’t see the point of it anyway. He says what he wants and will give Izuku a logical explanation as to why if he asks. Izuku is always talking about how communication is key to a relationship, at least that’s what Ochako is always telling him, and Shouto learned a long time ago that Izuku doesn’t mind his bluntness, in fact, he appreciates it. So it never takes them long to resolve a problem because they simply don’t hide things that concern one another or their relationship from each other. Sometimes Izuku is a little insecure which can lead to minor misunderstandings but Shouto is always there to assure him that he isn’t going to judge him for anything, especially not after seeing the full extent of Izuku’s all might obsession/fanboy collection, and still being able to love him lol. 

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10/10, grade A ship, really love these sweet pure kiddos and Horikoshi needs to stop being a coward and make it canon


Thanks for the message anon! I really enjoy writing little things like this! 


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BTS reaction to getting stuck in a an elevator with their boyfriend

I got a request from @chimsbf​ to start writing these reaction/scenario things, so I’m gonna try it out. Make sure to give me feedback and feel free to send me requests if you like this!!


JIN

Originally posted by mscleaningfairy

Jin is freaked tf out the second he feels the elevator stop. The sudden jolt throws him into you, causing him to cling tightly onto your clothes. You both falter a bit until he tries to compose himself. He is alright for a moment but then you watch as the situation’s reality settles back onto his face. Jin reacts in the only way you’d expect him too; loudly screaming for help and banging on the elevator doors in hopes that someone will hear him and save the day. It kind of seems like he has forgotten your presence entirely because every time you try to make an interjection of comfort, he just keeps mumbling on about how he’s going to die. After about 20 minutes of him screaming while you cringe in the corner, the elevator starts again. This causes him to fall back into you, causing you to let out an obnoxious laugh. “You really thought we were going to die in here didn’t you?” is all you manage to get out before having a full-on laughing fit. “Y/N! If it wasn’t for my reactions, we’d probably be stuck in there forever so you should be thanking me!” This attempt at justification, to Jin’s dismay, just causes you to laugh harder and tease him even more harshly than before.


YOONGI

Originally posted by 2ndmochi

If anyone is going to take advantage of this situation, it’s going to be Yoongi. He really doesn’t care too much that the elevator has broken down because “it will start up again eventually”. About a five minutes after the initial stop, he realizes that you’re going to be stuck together for a while. He doesn’t have his phone with him, so he starts walking towards you to remedy his boredom. He knows you’re a bit worried about what could happen, so he says “we’ll be fine baby” as he’s leaning in to kiss you. As you separate there is a wide smirk on his face which confirms that this this what he wants to do to pass the time. He pulls you back in, a little rougher this time. Kissing turns into the only thing you two do are doing; there is no talking, just hands in eachother’s hair and tongues battling between your mouths. You two were so occupied that neither of you noticed that the elevator had started back up. This leads to an older couple walking in on you two still intertwined. As soon as Yoongi sees their weary faces he awkwardly shoves you away. He then profusely apologizes to them in a small voice, stifling a laugh. He lets out a small giggle in your ear as he whispers, “I can’t believe you didn’t notice, now I’m embarrassed!” 


HOSEOK

Originally posted by hobies

Hobi is really spooked at first, letting out a little scream, but then he sees how scared you are. Your shaking immediately causes him to collect himself. He doesn’t want to make anything worse for you so after a few nervous laughs, his show begins. He puts on a playful smirk and starts spouting cheesy lines like, “well at least this way I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me with my sexy boyfriend.” He slams his hand beside your head and leans in to kiss you. Before he can get close enough to your lips to kiss you, you both burst out laughing at his absurd performance. After he calms and looks back up at you, he nervously chuckles out “I can’t believe we both left our phones in our rooms; we’re fucked aren’t we?” This prompts the elevator to start right back up again, to which he jokingly looks around with suspicious eyes. He then tells you that he thinks you might have a wizard for a boyfriend, causing you to double over in laughter another time. 


NAMJOON

Originally posted by rapmini

Namjoon is so nervous but he doesn’t want to show it. He’s not only nervous because your elevator stopped, but also because he’s completely alone with you. At first he tries to push a few buttons on the elevator panel to see if he can fix the issue himself. To no avail, he turns to you and just mutters out, “so…what do you want to do?” You can tell from his shy smile that he’s asking this because of his embarrassment over the thoughts going on in his head. He’s very romantic so he’s thinking about all the movies he’s seen where a couple has gotten heated while trapped in an elevator. You’ve been dating for a while so you have no hesitation when it comes to calling him out on this. You watch his surprised eyes and increasingly red face try to calculate how to respond. He starts to say “can you blame me?” but halfway through he just breaks into an anxious smile and looks away from you. You walk over to him and teasingly ask him, “tell me what you want from me baby?”, which just causes his face to burn even more scarlet. Before he can answer, the elevator starts back up to which he grunts in frustration. He has no idea what he’s going to do about his now obvious /problem/ since the incident has already caused him to be late to his meeting and he just knows that you’re just going to continue to tease him about it.


TAEHYUNG

Originally posted by beui

Taehyung is the only member smart enough to never leave his phone in his hotel room. You two aren’t really talking while in the elevator, you don’t really need to. The past week had been just you two so Tae feels completely comfortable with putting his headphones in and just walking together without any words. When the elevator stops he turns to your worried face and just says, “ah, it stopped” while taking one earbud out. You’re dying inside a little bit which causes you to stutter when you ask, “h-how long do you think we’ll be in here?” Tae gives you a confused look because he doesn’t understand what you’re freaking out about. He takes his phone out of his pocket and says, “don’t worry, I’ll just call the front desk, okay?” After being on the phone with the hotel for a minute, Tae turns back to you and delivers the news that it shouldn’t be more than 8 minutes before things are rolling again. A small smile breaks on your face, but he can tell you’re still kind of worried, so he walks over and giggles a “my boyfriend is so silly” as he puts your arms around you for the remainder of the wait. 


JIMIN

Originally posted by jeonsite

Jimin is definitely the other member that would be shamelessly horny in this situation. At first, the elevator stopping scared him, earning a weary “what the hell?” He turns to you for the answer but all you can really do is shrug; after all, it’s not your fault. Your lack of worry calms him a bit, taking away some of the awful imagery of elevators falling down that were previously in his head. He tries to just chill out, but he starts getting restless at the ten minute mark. This is when he turns to you and pulls you close to him, putting his arms around your neck. “I’m so bored Y/N” he whines, grinding up against you. You lean to his mouth and kiss him, with him being the one to deepen it. This feels good, and you really want to give Jimin what he wants but you have to be the rational one in this situation. You peel his arms from your body, and tell him that he has to wait since there is too big of a risk that the elevator could start while you’re in the middle of something. He pouts at you, but agrees, sinking to the floor of the elevator until it starts again. You silently chuckle at him because you notice how clingy he’s gotten since you walked out of the hotel. 


JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by jkguks

Jungkook is evidently annoyed with being trapped in here. It’s not that he hates being with you, it’s just that he wanted to get his obligations done today quickly and then come back to the hotel and chill with you. You see the irritation on his face, which gives you the urge to take that all away. You start to tease him, “were all alone in here.. you know we could do something rather than just stare at the walls?” To this Jungkook jumps out of his thoughts and turns to you for the first time since this happened. On his face is no longer surprise or anger, but rather a slightly confused smile. In a playfully critical voice he asks, “You really want to do that? In here? That’s weird Y/N!” That wasn’t exactly the answer you were hoping for but at least he’s smiling again. You laugh and tell him that he’s probably right. He just replies with an “I know” right before the elevator starts up again, prompting him to criticize you further; “See? We totally would have got caught if we went off what your dirty mind wanted!”


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