Obligatory first time poster, long time lurker, on a mobile, etc. So just to preface this I’m not a retail worker, but love reading these stories. So today I’m in line waiting to check out behind a middle aged man at a big box store. He has a handful of toothbrushes in his hand. He asked the girl on the register which toothbrush she would recommend for a 3 year old. And which have the best ratings.
Girl: “sir I’m not sure about any ratings for toothbrushes but it should say on the package if it’s a kids toothbrush. Like this one here with Winnie the Pooh. This looks like it’s for a kid.”
Man: “yes but you don’t know which one is rated the best for a 3 year old?”
Girl: “no I don’t. Sorry. I would just look on the package and see if it gives an age range”
Man “wow. No knowledge of the product sold in your store. Sad”
He shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, sat the toothbrushes down and walked away. I think this was the strangest interaction I have ever witnessed in a store.
Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:
You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
“You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
“Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
“My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
“I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
Your mom starts crying
you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
“I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
“I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
“You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
“We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
“I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
“The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
there’s no pizza in the fridge
You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
“…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
“But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of. You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’ What happens now?
You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
You’re in a room full of onions.
You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
“We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia. Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
How many cookies would it take to bribe you into telling me a story, Bucky? They're homemade, and any story will do.
all of them. i will tell you the story while i wait for all of the cookies.
once upon a time, a little shit decided to go fight nazis.
usually when i start a story that way, its a steve story. but this time its a me story.
i too fought nazis, my friend, and it was not fun at all. it turns out nazis dont like being fought, and will fight back. this caused us a great deal of stress and trenchfoot.
as you may or may not know, my nazi fighting buddies were called the howling commandoes. we had a reputation as being ‘howling mad’ which most people assumed is where our name came from.
it is not.
so shortly after we’d signed up as steves unit, we got sent out on a sort of breaking-in mission. it was supposed to be a pretty routine just-behind-enemy-lines gig, mostly to see how we’d do as a team. at that point, we were the first ‘integrated’ squad under american command, so they wanted to be sure we were up to snuff. basically they sent us a few miles into a relatively lightly-fortified occupied area to blow up a few supply trucks. it went pretty smoothly. we were still getting to know each other, a bit. we’d met in the hydra camp in austria and bonded pretty well there but it wasnt like we were sitting around doing icebreaker questions. so on that first mission we spent a lot of time chatting, getting a better feel for each other as people. like summer camp, but with more potential for death, and shooting of nazis, explosions, and overgrown science experiments in spangly pants.
so maybe not like summer camp at all. i wouldnt know, i never went to summer camp.
anyways, we blew up the supply trucks and we were headed back towards base when we came across a nice little stream. most of us were pretty dirty, so we agreed to take a few minutes, strip down and wash up. the area we were in was supposed to be secure; it was a slightly disputed border area, but it had been safely in allied hands for months. probably it wasn’t the smartest call, but sometimes you get dirt places you never wanted dirt and are willing to literally risk death to get rid of that dirt.
we left our gear in a little stand of trees on the far side of the stream and washed up.
at this point, dumdum dougan was establishing his reputation as the Toughest Guy Ever, which was a rough gig when one of your squadmates is captain america, who literally walks off bullet wounds like a moron. nevertheless, dumdum had the mustache and was determined to be the manliest man around, so when the rest of us got in, clean, and back out as fast as we could manage, because the water was freezing, dumdum decided to prove how macho he was by pretending he wasnt cold at all, and the rest of us were wimps.
naturally, the rest of us thought he was ridiculous. we were all pretty much dressed and good to go, and dumdum was still sitting in an ice-cold stream in april, bragging about how tough he was. i, being a little shit, covertly suggested we play a little prank.
so the rest of us finished gearing up, then grabbed his things and started running. his pack, his gun, his boots…all his clothes except his hat, which was hanging off the handle of a knife he’d stuck in the tree. we knew he’d stop to get the hat, and that gave us a head start.
as soon as we started running, dumdum came out of the stream after us, and as expected, stopped to get his hat and knife. we had a decent head start, and he was yelling at the top of his lungs after us. we were all laughing our heads off, because he looked like a complete idiot, running after us brandishing a knife, in nothing but a bowler hat.
unbeknownst to us, a nazi squad had been sneaking through the woods ahead of us, and were setting up an ambush on one of our transport trucks. they were all tucked away in the underbrush, waiting for the transport to get close enough, and had just popped out of the shrubbery and fired their first couple shots.
which was approximately when a ragtag-looking, still-wet group of cackling maniacs led by the bastard child of paul bunyan and lady liberty burst out of the treeline, being chased by an angry naked man in a bowler hat with a knife.
there was a very long moment when everyone stopped shooting at everyone else and stared at us.
and then everyone went back to shooting at everyone else. but the ambush was angled to ensnare the transport coming up the road. we came from behind them, and they had pretty much no cover from our angle. as soon as we realized we’d run into a combat zone, we dropped the gear and started shooting. steve used the dinner platter of justice and cleared out about four nazis at once, and dumdum got the worlds unluckiest nazi with his knife. poor guy. there’s not a whole lot worse than your last sight on earth being a naked dumdum dougan.
we’d unintentionally provided a perfect distraction, and the transport had time to regroup and return fire. between us, the ambush was taken care of in a few minutes.
but the thing was, we’d broken protocol by stopping to wash up, and as a shiny new unit still on probation, the last thing we wanted was to tell anyone what had actually happened.
so instead we told them that we’d known about the ambush and had decided to provide a distraction, and were just crazy enough that we thought the best way to do that was run howling straight into it. dumdum’s nudity was explained as a personal preference: the man just likes fighting nazis naked, sir, and you cant say it wasnt effective??
naturally, the story went everywhere and got bigger each time it was told. probably we should have gotten in tons of trouble but the story was such a morale booster that they let it slide.
and thats why we were called the howling commandoes.
I used to be a front end manager for a large hardware chain in the Midwest. It was early in the day (around 9 am or so) and my head cashier had called in sick so I was already behind in a lot of ways. Luckily I had a girl scheduled who was a former head cashier who had left the company and came back as a full time cashier. We’ll call her Jenny. Jenny was smart and worked hard, she was always professional and was quick with a joke. I liked when she was scheduled to work with me.
Jenny was around 7 months pregnant (and had the most awful things said to her because she didn’t have a ring on her left hand, but that’s another story) and I had given her the phone while I was trying to accomplish various tasks to set up my day.
Based off this video because I cannot stop laughing
It had started out as a simple enough dare, Dean and Cas would
each get a total of 3 tries per person to try and “kill” the other by
telling the other that “the floor is lava.” They would then have five
seconds before they had to find a way to get off the ground and scream that the
floor was lava to any unsuspecting passerby if there were anyway. There was no
prize, not really. Dean just really wanted to beat Cas at something, and Cas
didn’t mind if he got bragging rights.
been first, during a walk in the park between their two college classes on
campus. “The floor is lava,” he’d casually said. Dean had not understood
until he did, and at which point he only had 3 seconds left and nothing that he
could use to get off the ground. Nothing, except, for a trashcan just up the
trail. He’d made it with one second to spare.
is lava!” Dean screamed triumphantly, balancing precariously on the poor
trashcan below him. He had managed to get into a crouch before the inevitable
happened––when Dean went to get down back onto the ground and rejoin Cas he
slipped and wound up wedging his butt straight into the trashcan. Castiel
wouldn’t let him forget it for a week.
turn had been Dean’s, choosing to wait until Cas and he were on a grocery run
to enact his plan.
he called the other’s attention while they were in the toilet paper
Word Count: 11770 (yeah, you saw right. Eleven thousand, seven hundred & seventy).
Notes: Here is the long awaited Mitch fic, it got super long and I had to reign myself in because otherwise this would be closer to 20k words. Seriously. We have fingering, public sex, object penetration, oral (both receiving), squirting, over-stimulation, spanking, bondage, restriction, dirty-talk, denied orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, public kink. Proofread by Steffy who’s been giving me all the support during this and she slike my entire reason for not giving up right now, so thank you. @dumbass-stilinski ❤️
Okay so sorry about the people Im about to tag but all of these people have inspired me or impacted me in some way shape or form and i just love all these people so much and they all only deserve the best in life!!! <3 Being apart of this fandom is so much fun, and all these people make it worth while! Thank you for being you!
I thought of this while in star bucks one day. What if MC worked at a coffee shop part time before meeting the RFA and continued to work there after joining and one of the members walked in and ordered a drink without realizing it was MC. So she obviously recognized them from chat so she wrote a little message on their cups, only for them to realize it after they left. ?
I apologize if this is kind OOC? Feed back is appreciated!
Stands there for awhile before heading to the counter
MC smiles brightly at him as she recognized him.
Orders a Venti Hot chocolate
MC nods and says “Coming right up, can I get your name for the order?”
a small giggle escaped her as she nodded and walked away with his cup before writing down a special note for him.
“ It was nice to see you in person, Superman Yoosung! ^3^. Since I made you this drink…you got to return the favor remember? - MC ❤ ”
He thinks she’s cute but he can’t fall for the barista right? He’s already talking to MC via messenger!
They exchange thank you’s and he walks out.
Notices the little note on the side of his cup as he got to the bus stop to head to the University.
NON STOP SMILES FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
sends a text message to MC
“MC!!! Why didn’t you tell me you worked there?!! I can’t bring myself to throw this cup away now! It’s just a reminder that we are really under the same sky!”
Walks in, obviously thinks the barista is cute
MC smiles as friendly as she could. She didn’t want to make it obvious.
His ego get’s the best of him
“I bet you’re a fan, You want a autograph? How about a Selca with me?”
She nods and takes out her phone real quickly. Takes the photo
he’s now grinning. she’s so cute ~
Orders a grande Tea.
MC nods as she turned to start his order.
“You were right, you are more handsome in person. Also I managed to get your fan club to come to the party ~ Hopefully I can get my hands on you too, Zenny ~ MC ❤ “
After they exchange thank you’s he flashed her a playful smirk and winked.
Quickly she logged onto the messenger to leave the selca they took together with the caption
“…I ran into my favorite actor today hehe ~ ! “
[ photo attachment of her and Zen together ]
As Zen left he took a drink only to see the note in the corner of his eye
turning the cup. He read it
CUE HIM SPITTING OUT HIS HOT DRINK
debates to turn back or not
hears his messenger go off
reads what MC says and laughs as he seen her sign off real fast.
decides to send a text message to her
“You know I will be coming over here every day now to see my princess ~ “
She decided to go to a different cafe today
walks into MC’s work place.
Looks at the beverage board for a few minutes
MC standing there with a huge grin on her face
tries so hard to not say her name out loud.
as Jaehee walks up to the counter she orders
1 for her boss. A espresso with 2 shots for him
1 for her. A Venti coffee for her. ( 3 creams 4 sugars )
MC Nodded as she asked which cup is her drink.
Quickly writes a small note on her cup
“You can do this Jaehee! Remember I am here for you if you ever need support ~ Cheer up! - MC ❤ “
and writes another note on Jumin’s cup
“…you better be nice to Jaehee today, She’s human too. - MC”
As she put the cup in the cup holders she smiled towards Jaehee
“…I hope you have a nice day, Miss. Jaehee ~”
That’s when Jaehee smiled and nodded, walking out she went back to the car. Passing one cup to Jumin.
a small pause
Oh no… he doesn’t like it does he??
“…MC wrote some strange note on my cup”
looks at it. Gasps lightly as she noticed there was writing on her cup as well.
Smiles brightly as they drove past the cafe
NOW SHE CAN’T STOP SMILING
ALL DAY ALL SMILES. HAPPY BAEHEE
and a confused Jumin
RARELY goes to a cafe on his own.
ASSISTANT KANG HELP
walks in on his own, instantly regrets it.
how does one order a drink? do they walk up?
do they come to him?
MC can’t help but suppress the giggling and smiling she’s doing
C & R Director is in her coffee shop looking so lost.
Decides to walk up to him with a pen and paper in hand
“…Excuse me J—Sir?”
a commoner walking up to him? so he was right they walk up to you
“…you seem out of place. You need help?”
a flash smile touched his lips before walking up to the counter with her
Asks which drink is the best.
“…you seem like the type of man who’d enjoy a regular type of drink. I can make you a grande french vanilla?”
nods as he paid and left a reasonable tip
LET’S JUST SAY HE LIKED THE HELP
AND MAYBE HER FACE
AND THAT NO-ONE TOOK TIME TO HELP
he’s waiting for his cup on the other side so she took liberty to write a small note
“…I cannot help but think you’re so cute while all flustered. Please say hello to Elizabeth 3rd for me. I hope you have a good day at work. - MC ❤ “
After she was done she passed it over to him
“Have a nice day, Mr. Jumin, sir ~ “
turns around and nods before walking to his car.
As he got in he noticed the small note on the side
reading it he couldn’t help but chuckle
“…Driver Kim. I want to come to this exact place every day at the same time.”
Luciel / 707 / defender of justice ….[Saeyoung]
Already knew she worked there. But since he was rare to post selca’s in chat
he decided to have fun with this.
Walks in and decides to grab a smoothie for the day.
RIGHT SOMETHING HEALTHY FOR ONCE
What Saeyoung forgot is that he recently posted a photo of himself in chat
MC knew who he was. Seven knew who she was
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
“…what’s your healthiest smoothie?”
“…I’d have to say the orange mango smoothie. It hits the taste buds”
“…okay can I get a hot chocolate”
707 that little shit
“can I get a name for this order?”
MC snorts as she nods, grabbing his cup she wrote a small note
“using your friend’s name huh? well it was nice to see you in person, God seven! now go save the earth! ~ 606 ❤ “
they exchange thank you’s and good byes before he walked away
he looked down at his cup and couldn’t help but laugh.
James Potter to Sirius Black: did u get the calc notes Sirius Black: do i ever get the calc notes James Potter: good point
James Potter to peter schnapps is pronounced like schnawps not schnaps: evans and i were playing footsies under the table Sirius Black: that wasnt evans
Peter Pettigrew to theyr playing cat stevens in the supermarket there is no god: if you had to marry anyone in the group who would it be Sirius Black: james Remus Lupin: james James Potter: sirius
Sirius Black to James Potter: let s get married James Potter: ok Sirius Black: im not joking James Potter: neither am i
Sirius Black to TRUTH OR DAREEEEEE BITCHES: remus i cant believe alice griffiths was your first kiss Remus Lupin: who was yours Sirius Black: james Remus Lupin: what James Potter: mine was melanie perkins in kindergarten Sirius Black: wHAT
Sirius Black to James Potter: i am shocked and offended Sirius Black: i thought we had something special James Potter: i was five Sirius Black: stop denying it James Potter: i’m not Sirius Black: were over Sirius Black: im never speaking to you again James Potter: don’t be like that babe Sirius Black: HOW COULD YOU
James Potter to Sirius Black: u know it was good for me to right Sirius Black: doesnt make it any better James Potter: how about if i throw in a curly wurly Sirius Black: two curly wurlys James Potter: deal
Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: stop making heart eyes at james Sirius Black: cant help it Sirius Black: its a perpetual state of being Sirius Black: like how ur a in a perpetual state of being a twat Remus Lupin has removed Sirius Black from the chat.
Sirius Black to James Potter: jaems Sirius Black: james Sirius Black: im d runk Sirius Black: come over Sirius Black: i need yoy James Potter: crikey Sirius Black: on second thoughts im completely sober and i dont need you anymore James Potter: was it because i said crikey Sirius Black: not it was because of some completely unrelated stupid thing u said James Potter: fine Sirius Black: fine James Potter: … James Potter: im still coming over Sirius Black: i know
Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: whats that on your shirt Sirius Black: toothpaste Remus Lupin: are you sure Sirius Black: i hate you
Remus Lupin to James Potter: mary macdonald just asked me if you and sirius were fucking James Potter: what did u tell her Remus Lupin: i told her you and sirius were fucking James Potter: excellent
James Potter to Sirius Black: why werent u in detention this afternoon Sirius Black: didnt have detention James Potter: wHAT???1??11???? SIRIS??!?!? BLACK/!!!/2/2/2/??? DIDNT!??!?!? HAVE////???? DETENTION??!?!???1!@!!! what is the world coming to Sirius Black: i hate you
Sirius Black to James Potter: can i say at urs over break James Potter: obviously James Potter: is that even a question James Potter: also mum wants to know if you want her to set up a bed in my room for you Sirius Black: is THAT even a question James Potter: tru
James Potter to fuckwits galore: sirs mum just rocked up at school Remus Lupin: where are you James Potter: front gates James Potter: jesus christ his dads here too Remus Lupin: on our way
Remus Lupin to black eyes look hardcore but they hurt like hell: james do you really think the best way of distracting his parents was by having pete moon them from the top of the school James Potter: in hindsight?? yes
Sirius Black to materoonies: so if i were a respectable and trustworthy citizen Remus Lupin: which ur not Sirius Black: and i had a group of highly respectable and trustworthy mates Peter Pettigrew: which u don’t Sirius Black: how would i go about hiding a body James Potter: …..what did u do Sirius Black: nOTHING
Sirius Black to whats the answers to number 3: remus why do u like cat stevens Remus Lupin: why do u like james Sirius Black: good point James Potter: i am shocked and offended Remus Lupin: is it because of how shockingly bad your haircut is James Potter: I TOLD THEM TO CUT IT SHORT I DIDNT MEAN /THAT/ SHORT
Sirius Black to LADSLADSLADS: smooth peanut butter is better than crunchy Remus Lupin: no it isnt Sirius Black: james tell him James Potter: smooth peanut butter is better than crunchy Remus Lupin: i hate u
Sirius Black to SMOOTH IS BETTER REMUS AND U KNO IT: i love you bro James Potter: i love you too bro Sirius Black: i love you more bro James Potter: thats not possible bro Remus Lupin: can u guys stop doing this in the groupchat its 3am
Remus Lupin to settle down children: where are you Sirius Black: in the car Sirius Black: im playing a game called put the gearshift in neutral when james isnt looking Remus Lupin: is gearstick a euphemism for something else Sirius Black has removed Remus Lupin from the chat.
Remus Lupin to how would you even put a dick into neutral: how did you get those hickeys Sirius Black: i fell over James Potter: i was with him when it happened Sirius Black: utterly tragic James Potter: im suprised he made out it mostly unscathed Peter Pettigrew: get a room
Remus Lupin to were in the enemies to lvoers trope except were all still enemies i hate all of u: did you guys see what kim k posted on twitter James Potter: fuck me sideways Sirius Black: say please Peter Pettigrew: stop it
James Potter to Sirius Black: please Sirius Black: ;))))))))))
I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank someone who is not only responsible for planning all of this tonight, complete with a Rastafarian theme that you all embraced so heartily, but who is also the mastermind behind solving tonight’s crime.I know, it’s true, I’m the psychic, but oftentimes, my revelations are nothing but cryptic mess.Tonight, for instance, all I could see was scenes from Pretty in Pink, a giant rhombus, and a t-shirt that read “Soccer Moms are Easy.” Now, I don’t know what these things mean, but Gus is somehow able to shape them into cold, hard evidential facts. But that is not what makes him great. No, sir. Burton Guster has been my best friend since we were five. And maybe, just maybe, if any of you can look yourselves in the mirror and know that you’ve been half as good a friend to someone else as Gus has been to me, well, you too can be considered great.
Genre: Full on smut, do not read if you are pure, dom!Jungkook, teacher!Jungkook, student!reader
Summary: Y/N gets caught talking in class
A/N: The 2nd smut I’ve written that was requested rather than me just adding it in because I felt like it! I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to tell me if I need to fix anything! ~Admin Unnie
“Why is he so attractive?” I turn to look at my
best friend who was looking at our college professor. Now he wasn’t the
typical, old professor. He’s working part time with the school while he goes
through grad school, so he’s very close to our age. So it’s not weird that she’s
“Why aren’t you paying attention in class?” I ask
her. “Is your plan to fail this class so you have to take it again next
“Yes.” She says, no hint of a joke on her face.
“What if he’s not teaching this class next
“Ms. Y/L/N! Why are you talking during my class?”
I look up and meet Mr. Jeon’s gaze. “Well, according to the clock, it’s time
for you guys to go anyway. Ms. Y/L/N, if you could stay after class so I can
speak with you.”
I took my time putting my books away as my
classmates rushed to leave. “You are so lucky to get to stay after with him. I’m
so envious.” My best friend says as she left the room.
“Care to explain why you were talking during my
class?” Mr. Jeon asks as I walked up to his desk.
“I was answering y/bf/n’s question, sir.” I answer
as I lean against the wooden surface.
“And may I ask what was so important that you had
to answer it right then?”
“She wanted to know why you were so attractive.” I
say, not bothering to lie or beat around the bush.
“And what did you tell her?” He asks while
smirking at me, leaning closer.
“Well I definitely didn’t tell her why I find you attractive.” I look up at him
He smirks again and walks over to the door. “It’s
a very good thing neither you nor I have a class right now.”
“And why is that?” I ask just as he turns the
“Because I believe a punishment is in order.” That’s
right, I’m fucking my professor.
Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Stiles smut where the reader and Stiles are like, lab partners or something, and Stiles has been mumbling really dirty stuff to you for weeks, and you finally tell him to do something, and then it’s really hard and rough. Thanks so much!!
You’re my first request and my love for you extends wayyyy past the galaxy. You are the best beautiful! I hope this is what you wanted and I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know:) @pick-the-petalst
A/N: Also, just wanted to thank everyone for 130 followers! It might not be much to anyone else, but I didn’t think I’d even have 1 so I am more than grateful! You all are magnificent beauties and I hope you all have an extraordinary day. Much love 💕
(Gifs are not mine)
“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Yes, this had been going on for weeks now but it always affected you. Stiles had become your lab partner at the beginning of the semester and at first, you thought that it might actually go well. He seemed like a smart kid and even though Harris liked to torment him about failing his class, Stiles didn’t seem to be having any trouble.
All that went downhill about two days into your partnership.
You had just arrived into class wearing a new skirt that you had recently bought over the weekend. It was black and faux leather. You knew that it was a little short, but it wasn’t too bad that you thought people would notice.
The second you sat down in your seat he was leaning over to you. “Damn, I didn’t know you could get any hotter babe.”
“Excuse me?” You questioned raising your eyebrow at him.
“Oh, Princess, we can excuse ourselves right now and I can show you just how a man treats a lady.” He whispered against the side of your cheek.
You had always thought that Stiles was hot. Hell, he was super sexy, especially when he would wear his baseball cap flipped backward and his unlimited amount of flannels. But, right now, you didn’t know whether to be turned on, flattered, or appalled.
You turned your face to glare at him, but he was already giving you the once-over with his eyes.
You didn’t want it to be, but unfortunately, your teenage hormones got the best of you and heat rose to your cheeks.
“We have never spoken one word to each other and that’s what you start with?” You questioned hoping that he wouldn’t notice the redness that was dawning on your face.
But he did. Of course, he did.
Slowly, a grin curled onto the side of his thin pink lips. His eyes raked the length of your body at an agonizingly sluggish pace causing you to squirm in your seat. He took notice in that too because as he met your eyes a smirk was slipped on his mouth.
“All those dirty little thoughts that are going through that pretty little head of yours could be a reality. Just say the word and I’ll take you on this desk right now.” His eyes shined with pure honesty in his words and suddenly the room was the temperature of the sun. Heat crawled down your neck, past your heavy breasts, through the tingling sensation in your belly, and made its home in your core. The wetness already seemed to be dampening your panties.
As if he would smell your arousal, he leaned in closer. “Say the word Babygirl.”
You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even move afraid that a moan would slip from your lips. How did this man have so much power of you with just words?
“Stilinski! Attention to the front! Please don’t bother miss L/N.” Harris yelled breaking Stiles’s intense stare he had on you.
As his eyes left you, you took in a deep breath.
“Yes sir, wouldn’t dream of bothering her.”
But that is exactly what he had in mind. He wanted her all bothered. Hot and bothered and wriggling underneath him while moaning his name.
You tried not to look at him, but curiosity got the best of you and you peeked at him. He was already staring at you, but this gave him the chance to rile you up some more.
He sent you a wink right as the bell rang.
Now, weeks later it has been a constant one-sided flirtation with a huge dose of lust sprinkled in every sentence that flowed from his amazingly beautiful mouth.
Not that you thought his mouth was beautiful, or that it could do beautifully dirty things as it scrapped the inside of your thighs. No, you had never thought of that.
Let’s all be honest with each other, it wasn’t a normal Monday if that thought didn’t go through your head at least twice.
Today, was no different.
“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”
“It definitely makes me wonder when you’re going to shut your mouth.” You muttered knowing that he could hear you as you continued to finish your chemistry worksheet.
“Sweetheart, is that the only thing you want my mouth to do?” It was as if he had read your mind and your pencil halted in writing the sentence it was currently on.
Request: hi <3 idk if i’ve already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they’re at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae “kiss me, I’ll explain later” :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!
Warning: Slight use of mature language
“Did I seriously have to come?” Taehyung groaned for the -nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.
Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile,“ Who else would besides my best friend?”
Rolling his eyes, he retorted,“ If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would’ve agreed to be your friend.”
Scoffing you teased,“ Well sir, you’re 12 years late.”
Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, “Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late.”
You shot him a glare and said,“ Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week.”
Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing,“Was my baby working too hard now…”
Prompt: can you do one where the reader is Tony’s daughter but he doesn’t know the reader and peter are together and he tries to set he reader up with a close friend or whatever and Peter gets jealous ??
You wake up with your neck aching and your hand resting on something soft and warm. As your eyes slowly open and register your surroundings, you find yourself looking at the piles of books that you and Peter had abandoned during the night. Speaking of Peter, you were half tucked into his side, his slow breathing dusting the side of your neck.
You smiled softly, sitting up to move the books off of your bed and snuggle deeper into Peter, wrapping your arms around him and surrounding yourself with his warm scent.
The alarm comes on what feels like seconds later, jolting the two of you awake. Peter groans, rubbing his eyes. You’re already sitting up again, slamming your hand on the alarm to stop the obnoxious beeping as your heart rate begins to return to normal.
“What time is it?” He moaned, halfway through a yawn.
“Um,” you checked the clock. “6:30. You better get out of here before my dad gets up.”
Peter curses, beginning to gather his books from the floor and running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. You took a moment to appreciate him; the rising sun through the window painted him multiple shades of gold and his messy hair waved over his forehead. His voice was low with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked at you.
“I really didn’t mean to crash here last night, sorry Y/N.” You were already rolling his comments off.
“Oh, please, you know I never mind.” You grinned at him, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.
Your smile was reciprocated on his face. “What time did we even fall asleep last night?”
You began tying your hair up, thinking back to the previous night. The last thing you remembered was leaning against the palm of your hand as your eyes began to shut with exhaustion, Peter’s fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of your hair, listening to the gentle sound of his voice as he talked you through the equation again. “I have no idea.”
The sound of a door shutting heightened awareness in both of you as you exchanged wide-eyed looks. “I really gotta get out of here.” Peter finished cramming the last of his things into his backpack, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to leave. You grabbed his wrist before he could leave, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before pressing your forehead to his.
“I had a nice time last night, Parker.”
“I’ll see you at school, Y/N. But now I really have to go, you know I don’t want to but if Tony Stark catches me in his daughter’s bedroom this early in the morning, we’ll have some problems.”
You laughed, pushing his chest away. “I’ll see you later, Spiderman.”
The last thing you saw before Peter’s head disappeared behind your door was his blinding smile, dimples and all, before he was gone.
By the time you came into the kitchen, coffee was already waiting for you on the counter. Your father was seated, scrolling through the news on his tablet. “Late morning, Y/N?” He didn’t even have to look up.
You grimaced. “Yeah, big science test today. I stayed up to study.” You sipped your coffee, reaching to grab cereal from the cabinet.
“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” You freeze, looking questioningly at him.
“The Thompson’s are coming over tonight, we have to talk business but they have a son for you to entertain.”
You made a face. “Entertain?”
Your father shrugged at you, his familiar boyish smile tugging at his lips. “One way or another, he needs to be distracted. I’ve heard he grew into quite a handsome young man, who knows what could happen?”
“Dad…” You groan, nudging his shoulder with yours. Ever since you had asked him to not be opposed to the idea of you dating, he had done a complete 180 and insisted on “looking out” for you everywhere he could, doing everything short of designing your dating profile.
If only he knew that you were dating possibly the only boy that he wouldn’t want you to date.
The dinner was going fine, if not achingly slowly. Harry, the son that was supposedly your age, turned out to be a year older. He was actually quite good-looking, with strong features, and might even have been your type if he hadn’t had all the personality of wet cardboard. He didn’t seem to really want to discuss anything with you other than his mission trip to Haiti and his future in his father’s business, but he smiled along nicely enough to hear your own ideas on what you wanted to do after school.
After dinner, Tony took Harry’s parents into his study for “adult mumbo jumbo”, as he so fondly referred to it, leaving you and Harry in the living room alone. You wanted desperately to take off the unfortunate heels you had chosen for the occasion, but Harry’s stiff gaze didn’t quite make you feel comfortable enough to do so.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” You suggested, your cheeks almost hurting from the smile you had glossed over it. You were desperate to avoid struggling through more discussion.
“Yes, I would love that. Do you have any documentaries you would like to watch?”
You half thought he was joking, but his choice of a political documentary about George W. Bush’s presidency proved you wrong. You weren’t sure if it was your late night with Peter catching up to you, or just the nature of your ever-so-boring company, but you felt yourself becoming more and more exhausted.
When the doorbell rang, you were more than excited to answer. “I’ll get it!” You announced, although Harry hardly glanced at you and you weren’t entirely sure who else would answer it. You checked the monitor on your way to the door and were surprised to find your boyfriend on the screen.
You swung the door open excitedly, already feeling your mood brighten at the thought of even a few minutes in Peter’s company.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” You felt frenzied, almost too excited to have an excuse to leave Harry.
“Oh, uh, I was just testing these for your dad and he said I could drop them off today, I just got off work.” Peter held up a bag, presumably of new tech for his suit. “What’s the occasion?” His eyes roamed over your makeup, stronger than it had been at school, and the dress and heels you were wearing.
“Are those my gifts I hear?” Your dad’s voice rang from behind you. “Ah, yes, Mr. Parker, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
You stepped aside so Peter could come in, finding yourself facing the Thompsons and Harry as well. Peter set the bag down, surveying the scene before him.
“Right! How rude of me. Angela, Brian, this is Peter Parker, one of my scientists in training.” Tony addressed Harry’s parents, although you’d never heard him introduce Peter like that. “Peter, this is the Thompson family.”
Harry stepped forward, his posture admirably straight. “I’m Harry Thompson, please to meet you.” His hand gripped Peter’s so intensely that you cringed from your position. “I take it you and Y/N are friends as well.”
Everyone’s eyes went to you, and you felt an involuntary blush warming your cheeks.
“Yes, Y/N and Peter are good friends from school.” Tony’s smile brightened just a bit. “You know, Harry, I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind making other close friends, if you’re interested.”
Harry nodded. “Noted, sir.” You made immediate eye contact with Peter, trying your best to express how little you wanted Harry to be your “friend”. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, staring at the ground like he was trying not to draw attention to the sting of being called just your friend. You felt it too.
It didn’t take long for your father to use his social prowess to escort the entire group out at the night drew to a close. By the time the door shut, his entire face shifted.
“Dear lord, could those people be any drier?”
Had he made that comment any earlier in the evening, you would’ve laughed in relief and agreed heartily, but all you could think of was getting to Peter and explaining.
“Yeah, although I just remembered that a friend borrowed my notes and I really need them back before tomorrow, I’m just going to go grab them okay? Thanks, Dad.” You spoke so quickly that you weren’t even sure he knew what you said, but he waved you off.
“Oh, and Y/N?” You stopped just short of the door, turning to face him. “I’m one of the world’s most famous geniuses. Give me a little credit with the excuses, okay? Just don’t come back really late from wherever you’re actually going.”
You smiled at him. “I won’t.”
The drive to Peter’s seemed to be much faster than you remembered, but soon enough you found yourself standing on his stoop, your knuckles rapping on the door. He answered in his pajamas, clearly confused to find you there.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
“Peter, let me explain, I-”
“Oh yes, please do explain to me how I seemed to have interrupted quite the little date between you and some other guy tonight. I’d love to hear it.” You winced at the hurt in his voice. “Look, Y/N, what’s th-”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You surged forward, your hands seizing around his shoulders and pulling him in for a strong kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, and you almost began to lose yourself before reminding yourself what you had to say.
You broke it off, looking straight into Peter’s eyes. “Tonight was one of the most boring nights of my entire life, Peter. I was thinking about you the whole night, I couldn’t wait until Harry left so I could text you literal direct quotes of all the terribly boring things he said to me.” Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your lips. “Peter, I-”
He kissed you before you could say anything else, his hands buried in your hair. You eagerly retaliated, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He ended the kiss, grinning ear to ear.
“I want to tell your dad about us.”
You laughed, pulling him closer. “Well, if you would let me finish, I was just getting there, Parker. I want to tell him too. He loves you and I can’t imagine why he would turn this down.”
You almost didn’t get to finish your sentence before he was kissing you again.