#but in like older races they always made me cringe bcs

[skitskatdacat63]

I think I mentioned it here before but I wrote some paper for a class where I used F1 interviews(like the post-race press pen) as examples, right? My prof asked if she could use it as a sample work for future classes omg!!! But mostly I'm cackling evilly over the fact that F1 is forever memorialized in that paper, I hope someone in the future reads it and is like "...wait a minute" 😭

[paranormeow7]

CAN I PLEASE HEAR ABOUT GAVIN AND SAM.... i saw eating corpses and angels and went oh! well i must know

yes absolutely I’m so glad u asked!!!!!! i love talking abt my horrible ocs LAWLZ- I actually have Gavin’s backstory in my writing tag but I would love to talk abt him and Sam more now bc they are very dear to me… basically Sam is one of the last remaining members of an ancient alien race that are like planet sized and have crazy magic and shit. They sort of just hung out in space until people on other planets begun to notice them and worship them as gods, with the aliens deciding to try and fill the role, watching over the planets and their inhabitants. Sam and Gavin live on a fucked up post apocalyptic future earth populated with spirits and demons and shit but more on that later. A big reason the planet is so fucked is that Earths inhabitants began to fear Sams species and decided to try and kill them, mostly succeeding, except for one child who rocketed to Earth and got stuck in a much smaller and more comprehensible form until their “awakening”. Sam always felt connected to the deities though, and became one of the last remaining believers. He would always go out and look at the corpse of Earths former protector in the sky and pray before going to bed. One day, a single tear fell from its eye and splashed Sam and all the memories just flooded back. She basically went like “OH SHIT IM GOD I GUESS” and became a biblically accurate angel kaiju thing because cringe culture is dead lol. It doesn’t make a lot of sense but hey we ball- I don’t have a lot of the story planned out OOPS, but a lot of it is based on spirituality and how religion can’t solve your problems, you have to take care of them yourself, meant in a literal sense, because Sam waited most of their life for someone to save her, but ended up becoming the very thing he prayed to every night. Idk man I’ve had this OC since 2017 maybe I get to go a little wild

about Gavin, this is where we come back to the spirits and stuff !!!! he shares his body with a demonic cat spirit in a sort of parasitic symbiotic relationship. This cat was literally just some roadkill stray, but as the fury and ambition built up in its soul, it became a horrific and tyrannical monster with no trace of its older self. It believed that since it’s life was taken away with such little care, it should be allowed to do the same to others in order for its power to grow, so that eventually it can get back the life it believed it was owed. This demon stalked Gavin his whole life because he saw the spark of that same ambition and rage in him, and decided to get him killed so it could take his body and use it for its own gain. Gavin also believed that he deserved to continue living as long as he wanted to, so when this spirit offered to bring him back for the price of complete control over his own soul, he took the deal. The demon needs living souls to be able to gain enough power to communicate with the higher level spiritual beings, so he would make Gavin eat animals and people in order to get that from him. After a while though, Gavin started to kill by himself. He was abused for most of his life leading up to his death, so he started to kill and eat random people that he saw his abusers in. He believes that not only do these people owe him their lives, that he’s doing the world a favor by getting rid of them. Over time, he loses most of the compassion he had in the past and becomes more and more like the demon he shares his body with, because after everything he’s been through, the world owes him that, doesn’t it? Basically, he’s awful, but he’s also very silly and he has a partner who’s the only person he actually likes LOL

This is incomprehensible I’m so sorry I hope this made even a shred of sense- whablalgavkq

[peterparker-pickedapepper]

Always You

(Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Stark!Reader)

Chapter 01

A/N: this is set during Homecoming (and eventually FFH) in a universe where Tony isn’t ☠️ bc we don’t acknowledge that trauma here 🙂 also, there are elements from the comics and the older movies, but it’s still in the MCU

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I never meant to find it.

And I wasn’t being nosy either. It was my dads fault, really. Okay so yes, I wasn’t supposed to be in his workshop. But is it my fault he just leaves important things lying around? Mom’s told him to keep it tidy enough times you think it’d be engrained in his brain.

Anyway, the how isn’t important. Not even the why matters. It’s everything that came after.

It was the day my world began falling apart.

The moment I lost all trust—all respect—for the two men closest to my heart.

Now that I know their secret, I don’t see how I’ll be able to look them in the eye. But I’m going to do it. I’m going to keep my head up, act as normal as possible...

And see how long it takes for them to tell me themselves.

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                      Three Months Earlier

“I’m here on the corner of fifth and main, just a street away from the reported sighting of a flying man causing panic among the locals.”

Y/N adjusted her fingers around the smooth base of the microphone, her skin slipping against the hard plastic. It wasn’t nerves causing the dampness on her palms, but excitement. Her eyes flickered from the camera lens pointed in her direction to her best friend standing behind it before easily finding their mark again.

“The large, mechanically winged man has been wrecking havoc in New York’s beloved neighborhood of Queens for the last—”

The ground suddenly shifted beneath her feet with a loud boom, jolting her forward and stopping her report mid-sentence. She twirled around, eyes instantly landing on the sandwich shop across the street.

Or, rather, on the man looming ominously from its roof.

She could only assume it was a man. She’d never seen his face—or any part of his body for that matter—not that his skintight suit left anything to the imagination. But the media affectionately called him “Spider-Man”, so they pretty much filled in the blanks on that one.

She watched as he seemingly surveyed the area. It was always so hard to tell what was going on behind that mask, but every time she saw him she liked to imagine a picture perfect heroic expression etched into handsome features.

It made her disdain for the local superstar a little easier to swallow down.

His head swiveled back and forth a few times, fists clenching at his sides, before he shot one of his webs and disappeared on the other side of the building. She immediately turned back toward her camerawoman, lips pulled into an excited grin.

“This is perfect. Come on.” She wasted no time in scooping up some of the equipment laying at her feet, but stopped short when she noticed the apprehensive expression staring back at her.

“I don’t think I’m really in the mood to run toward danger today.” Her best friend’s bored voice didn’t match the concern she knew was brewing just below the surface.

“MJ,” Y/N all but whined. “We need this story.”

“We need to get ready for next week’s debate.” She muttered, mild annoyance seeping through. “We need to be home in twenty minutes so your dad doesn’t kill us. We need—”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Y/N huffed, tossing the last of the camera supplies into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder.

She turned on her heel, pulling her phone from her back pocket as she moved toward the last crash that sounded a few blocks away. She was getting this story, whether she had to go alone or not. Screw her father’s arbitrary curfew. He was in India for the next few days, anyway.

“You’re serious?” MJ’s incredulous voice echoed from behind her. “What about Liz’s party?”

Y/N’s attention only wavered from the small screen in her hands once she was finished temporarily disabling the tracking feature her dad had not so subtly installed before giving it to her. He didn’t need to know she almost immediately figured out it was there, just like she didn’t need to know that he got a notification every time she hacked into the system.

Her eyes found MJ’s, wide with shock and following something in the sky above. Y/N’s head snapped upward, gaze locking on the flying man who was twisting and turning aggressively in an attempt to kick Spider-Man off his right wing.

“Yes. Very serious.” She huffed, pulse jumping with excitement. “If FRIDAY calls just, please, try to be convincing.”

With that, she spun around one last time before jogging toward the action. She knew MJ’s hesitation was coming from a good place. They’d been inseparable since middle school because they were on opposing ends of the same strong-willed base.

Where MJ was methodical and calculated, Y/N was rash and unpredictable. They were both the type to end up involved in sketchy situations, just at varying speeds and levels of grandeur. Y/N had her father to thank for that.

The iconic Tony Stark was not a pretender. He was who he was, loud and proud. He’d never apologized for it before—not even when he should’ve—and he probably never would. Y/N, on the other hand, had been pretending to be something she wasn’t for more than a decade.

He’d given her a choice when she was old enough for kindergarten. They talked about it, mapped out the pros and cons, and she made a decision. Soon after, she entered the outside world as Y/N Smith. It was the best thing her five year old brain could think of. Plus, she didn’t want her place on the alphabetical rosters to change.

She went to public schools—something Tony never missed an opportunity to mention he hated—and started paving her own way. Right now, that meant she was chasing a super-powered fight through the streets of Queens.

Since landing a highly sought after internship at The Daily Bugle, Y/N’s main priority had been impressing her overbearing bosses. That came with varying levels of complexity, depending on the superhero shenanigans of the month.

She rounded a corner into an alleyway, instantly ducking down when a blindingly bright object whizzed by her head. Her arms shot up in a protective motion as she leaned against the cool brick wall at her side. She remained there, frozen in place with a racing heart, for several seconds.

Something thumped to the concrete only a foot away from her crumpled frame, nearly making her jump out of her skin. She peeked through her arms, still crossed over her head, eyes widening as they landed on a pile of red and black fabric.

The lump groaned and slowly unraveled to reveal Queens’ favorite masked hero. He shook his head, the mechanical eyes of his suit twitching as if malfunctioning. Y/N was stuck in her spot, wide eyes hungrily drinking in every detail they could. Despite following his activity for months now, she’d never gotten this close to the mystery man.

His suit was tighter than she thought possible. It hugged his body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The rippling muscles lining his torso were clearly visible beneath the thick material. She watched as he sat back on his heels and rubbed the side of his head, shoulders tensing as he seemed to finally realize that she was there.

“Whoa, hey.” Came his breathy, surprisingly high-pitched greeting. He cleared his throat before continuing, a steady hand extending her way. “Are you okay, miss?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed in curiosity, not missing the way his demeanor changed the moment he noticed her. It was like a flip switched. He’d turned on his superhero persona, a process she was unfortunately all too familiar with.

“I’m fine.” The words came out more forcefully than she’d intended, but she was all business now, too.

There was no way she was letting him out of her sight without getting some information. She wasn’t even worried about all the ways her bosses would kill her, she’d beat herself up enough for the missed opportunity. She ignored his hand, dusting her jeans off and hobbling to her feet before reaching for her phone to launch the recording app.

“Can I ask you a few questions, Spider-Man?” She jutted the phone out in front of her, and he took a step back as if the device would somehow hurt him.

The eyes on his mask widened, something she didn’t know was possible. “Oh. I...uh—”

Just then, the ground shook with a massive impact that couldn’t have been more than a block away. It would’ve knocked Y/N right off her feet if it weren’t for the gloved hand that shot out to stabilize her.

“Gotta go!”

By the time his hasty goodbye met her ears, he was gone. It took about ten seconds for Y/N to process what just happened before she took off running in the same direction he’d swung in. She was too far in to give up now. At this point, she’d settle for some shaky footage of the fight. It’d be enough to satisfy her editors for a few days.

She ran out in the street, stopping abruptly as a stampede of people swarmed her. Elbows and shoulders rammed into her sides as she tried fighting her way through the panic. 

“Oh, come on people! Chill the fuck out!” She found herself shouting to deaf ears. 

Maybe it was because she grew up immersed in the superhero way of life, or her bordering on unhealthy need to get some kind of story tonight, but either way she was aggravated by the public reaction more than anything.

She was rarely scared anymore, even when faced with imminent danger. Admittedly, she didn’t have a good gauge for when she might be getting herself into trouble. Another thing she blamed her father for. 

Her eyes remained trained on the sky, watching the fight unfold in mid-air. She cringed as Spider-Man nearly fell off the homemade-looking flying suit. He quickly regained his balance, shooting a web into one of the back engines. It immediately started sputtering as the metal clanked and caught in the sticky substance. 

They were going down, and fast. She knew this was probably her last chance to get any kind of discernable footage of the event, so she reached into her back pocket for her phone. It was at this moment that someone decided to shove into her so hard that she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. 

A rush of air left her lungs as she hit the asphalt, hard. She couldn’t help but wince as pain shot up both of her arms. There would definitely be bruises she’d need to hide later. Thankfully, at least she ended up near the curb so she wasn’t instantly trampled to death by the screaming crowd. 

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and huffed, wiping away the tiny rocks that were now embedded into her palms. She was about to hobble to her feet and call tonight a wash when her eyes landed on a blueish-purple glow coming from a nearby alley.

Maybe she wouldn’t get any useable footage tonight, but a souvenir would lift her spirits and, hopefully, her credibility in the office. Without wasting anymore time, she stumbled to her feet and ducked into the darkness of the cramped space.

She followed the pulsating light, stopping only when her eyes landed on a small, metallic object. It had a thin silver cage protecting what looked like a gem or rock of some kind. Nothing too crazy, aside from the whole glowing thing. Her brows furrowed with curiosity as she crouched down to get a better view. 

She had absolutely no idea what it was, and she’d seen a lot of weird things in her dads workshop. The only thing she could compare it to was some of the alien technology that’d been leftover from the Battle of New York. She’d run a few stories about that herself, plus saw her dad tinkering with some things since Thor took Loki back to Asgard.

Figuring she could show it to him at the very least, she pulled the end of her sleeve over her hand and grabbed it. She let her bag slip off of her shoulder and quickly unzipped it before sliding the object inside. 

Just then, the sound of screeching metal filled her ears at a deafening volume. She managed to close her bag before covering her ears and ducking against the brick alley wall. The crowd still surrounding the area screamed in horror.

She watched with wide eyes as the huge bird-man landed on the rooftop just a few feet away from her crouched form. It was the closest she’d been to the masked—villain? She wasn’t sure—and he was far more intimidating than she’d first assumed.

His glowing beady green eyes didn’t so much as glance in her direction as he slung Spider-Man over the edge of the building, the tip of one of his wings wrapped around his throat.

An involuntary gasp tore through her chest.

It wasn’t that she was worried about the hero. For one, she knew he was more than capable of fending for himself. It wasn’t even that she cared if he got hurt. He was mostly an annoyance to her, his illusive nature making her job way harder than usual.

But if she knew one thing in this moment, it was that the bird-man was the bad guy, and she couldn’t let him win.

So, she did something really stupid.

She found the closest thing that she thought might actually do any kind of damage—which was, unfortunately, an old bike helmet next to the dumpster—and chucked it at the pair.

It hit one of the metal wings with a pathetic clink and all three of them froze.

Y/N held her breath as the man’s head turned in her direction slowly. Way too slowly. Like ‘I’m going to really enjoy killing you’ slowly.

After that, everything happened impossibly fast.

“Hey! Watch out!” 

She barely had time to recognize the panicked voice before she was flying. Her stomach flipped and she couldn’t even scream, overcome with sudden vertigo. She pinched her eyes shut the second she saw the top of a building and clutched onto whatever was carrying her away. 

If it was the weird bird guy, she accepted whatever evil plan he had. But, if it was Spider-Man, she was going to kill him.

It must’ve only been seconds before her feet touched solid ground, but it felt like an eternity to her. The moment she felt the stability beneath her, she began fighting against her captor.

“Let me go! Oh my god. If you don’t put me down right now—”

“What the hell—ow!”

Once she was free, she staggered away from him with a huff. She cleared the hair out of her eyes and bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she attempted to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding wildly and her stomach was still doing summer-salts.

She raised her eyes to send a withering glare toward the masked man. “Never do that shit again.”

He stared at her—at least she assumed—for a long moment before taking a step forward.

“What the hell was that? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt.” He gestured wildly with his hands, clearly agitated.

“That’s one way to thank me for saving your life.” Y/N ground out, sounding way more bitter than she would’ve liked.

“Saving my—” The eyes on his mask narrowed incredulously. “You did not save my life. All you did was distract me and put like ten other people in danger.”

She couldn’t help but scoff. “Please. Spare me the morality speech, Spider-Man. We both know you don’t bother worrying about people like me.”

Y/N was all too familiar with how superheroes think. When they’re in the middle of a fight, all they care about is winning. They usually have a bigger mission to accomplish. One that doesn’t concern itself with the lives left behind.

“People like you are all I worry about, trust me.”

With that harsh declaration, a heavy silence fell between them. Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, biting her tongue to prevent the floodgates from opening. Spider-Man wasn’t the only one who deserved her hostility toward superheroes, he just happened to be the one in front of her now.

Instead of speaking her mind, she turned on her heel and stalked away from him. At this point, it was late. The sun had set and her dad surely knew she wasn’t home when she promised. She had to accept that today just wasn’t her day and head back for some damage control.

Peter, feeling his chest tighten with regret for the way he’d snapped, followed closely behind her quick steps.

“Wait!” She actually stopped, something he wasn’t expecting, so he rammed right into her back. His hands quickly wrapped around her biceps as she spun around. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I, uh...”

He didn’t know what to say. This was the second time in one night he’d run into her, but he was still dumbstruck. The circumstances weren’t ideal. He thought he’d lost her earlier, but then she had to go and put herself in danger.

He took a step away from her, dropping his hands and rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. He had to remind himself that she had no idea who he was. Even if he did embarrass himself—like he usually did around her—she wouldn’t know it was him when they saw each other in the halls come Monday.

“At least let me get you home.” He insisted, feeling bad that he’d indirectly kept her out so late.

Y/N pursed her lips, immediately wanting to accept his offer but trying not to give too much away. Truthfully, she was exhausted. She just wanted to get home and deal with the fallout disobeying her curfew would bring so she could get some sleep.

“Alright.” She sighed, pulling anxiously at the straps of her bag. She knew this meant she’d have to swing through the streets again, something she wasn’t nearly ready to do.

Nevertheless, she allowed Spider-Man to walk toward her. She averted her eyes as he wrapped an arm around her back and tried not to let her breath catch when his gloved fingers skimmed the exposed skin of her lower back where her shirt had ridden up.

Warmth enveloped her as his proximity settled in. Under his mask, Peter’s face was burning. This was by far the closest he’d been to his classmate. Or any girl, actually. Not wanting to think about it for a second longer, he shot a web toward a nearby building and followed the directions Y/N yelled out.

Within minutes, they landed on the helipad outside her front door.

Peter felt his stomach drop with realization once he let his eyes wander around the outside of the huge building.

“Oh my god. Is this seriously where you live?” He cleared his throat after squeaking out the question, not necessarily wanting to give away his shock.

“What?” Y/N scoffed teasingly. “Don’t I look like a spoiled rich girl?”

“That’s not—I wasn’t—” He didn’t know what he was trying to say, honestly. There were endless questions flitting through us mind at warp speed.

If she lived here, at the Avengers Tower, did that mean she was one of them? And he just hadn’t met her yet? Or did she work for Mr. Stark? But she was so young. He guessed she could be an assistant or something. Maybe she worked for Pepper? Or Happy? Or, she could—

Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding to spare him the embarrassment of sputtering any more. “My dad is famous...like helped form the Avengers famous.”

Peter’s mind went blank. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Cap?” It was the first name to spill out of his mouth. “Wait, can he even have kids?”

Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her at his assumption. “He totally can, but no.”

“Oh.” The gears of his brain started turning again and realization slowly dawned on him. He felt his throat run dry as his eyes widened behind his mask. “Oh.”

Shit. This was way worse. He couldn’t believe he had no idea who she really was. Sure, she used a different last name at school, but he should’ve seen the resemblance sooner.

“Look, I know you two have worked together.” Y/N sighed, thinking back to all those weeks her dad was gone fighting Steve and the rest of his friends for no real reason. “Can you just...not tell him about this?”

Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion. Why wouldn’t she want Mr. Stark knowing that she’d been with him?

Either way, he agreed, since he had a favor to ask of his own. “Only if you won’t.”

She gave him this dumbfounded look, and he knew he had to elaborate.

“He made me this suit before the whole thing with Captain America, so I thought he would keep giving me missions, but now it’s been months and he won’t return my calls. I’m lucky if I get through to Happy. He doesn’t want me getting involved in this stuff, so...”

It struck Y/N then how weird it was to hear a superhero talk about her family so casually. It didn’t seem possible that the two of them were in the same circles. Sure, she’d practically grown up with a few of the world’s most famous heroes, but somehow Spider-Man was different.

He was local. And elusive. A pure mystery to her.

“What exactly is this stuff?” She thought back to the weird glowing object in her bag, having almost forgotten it was there.

“I don’t know.” Peter shook his head, seemingly defeated. “I thought it was just neighborhood stuff, but those guns...I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Alien tech.” Y/N said without hesitation, although she wasn’t actually positive that’s what it was. “My dad has some in his workshop. It was leftover from the Battle of New York.”

“How does it work?” Peter found himself asking excitedly, easily pushing all the other revelations from this conversation to the back of his mind.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, looking away from him as her chest tightened with emotion. “I’ve never gotten close enough to any of it to see. He likes to keep me out of things too...”

It was at that moment, as a breath of silence settled between them, that they realized she was still in his arms. Y/N’s face erupted with heat and she quickly pushed herself away from him. Once her feet were back on the ground, they both stepped backward to create some much needed distance.

“I, ah...better get back...”

“Yeah, yeah. I have to go too...”

They looked at each other for a few long moments. It was at if neither of them truly wanted to separate, but knew they had to. It was clear, though, that they’d just formed some kind of connection.

Y/N felt something strange—and wildly inappropriate—brewing in her chest. A certain kind of attraction toward the masked hero she’d never considered before. It appalled her, honestly. It wasn’t like she hated the guy, but she certainly didn’t like him. And she had no idea who he was. He could be eight years old, for all she knew.

With that realization, she turned on her heel and stalked down the narrow entrance to the Avengers Tower, her face still burning. She heard the thwip of Spider-Man’s webbing and knew he’d be gone if she looked back. So she didn’t.

She pressed her hand against the touchpad outside the front door and quickly slipped inside once it recognized her prints. She sighed heavily and let herself fall back against the door, the comfort of home enveloping her.

The peace was short lived, however, as she caught sight of her mother waiting expectantly behind the bar to her left. With a glass of red wine in hand, her knowing gaze shifted from the helipad outside to Y/N’s stiff frame.

She took a slow sip, eyes narrowing over the rim of the glass.

“You’re so grounded.”

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let me know what you think!! should I continue this series??

[pips-fics]

ask: Hi, I love your work sm! I was wondering if you could maybe do one where Minho gets sick (emeto) at the dorm without warning and the other members comfort him bc he’s embarrassed? Thanks 🥺

tw: vomit, nightmares

minho fell asleep feeling just a bit too warm and woke up sweating buckets. it was some kind of bad dream that woke him. his heart was racing, and he was panting and disoriented, the sense that something horrible was lingering just over his shoulder not having left him. he couldn’t even remember what it was - and maybe that made it even scarier.

it was, if nothing else, extremely disorienting. to be caught in between a dream world and that of real life, not recalling the first and unable to see anything in the darkness of the bedroom. somewhat like existing in a void.

maybe that as why minho had no idea he was sick until he was throwing up all over his bed.

he did attempt to get up and to bathroom, though by then quite a bit of damage had been done. the first wave of vomit had come quickly and intensely, and unfortunately the second was no better. what’s more, he only ended up creating a bigger mess, having not made it to the bathroom yet, his stomach contents now splattering onto the floor.

by the time it was over, minho’s head was spinning so badly, he couldn’t take another step. he sunk to the ground, lightheaded, still extremely nauseous, and now drowning in the awful stench on top of it all. he looked around, trying to make out if there was anyone else in the room, and saw no one. where were they?

at the studio, his brain supplied, and that wasn’t helpful at all because his heart started racing again. if chan and changbin were still at the studio at this hour, they might not be back until morning.

a dry sob ripped itself from minho’s ribcage, and tears burned his eyes. he knew he should call for help, but the stupid part of his pride stopped him, embarrassment demanding a moment of hesitation.

that was enough to take the choice away from him, because suddenly he was being sick again, gasping for air and terrified that he wouldn’t get it before he passed out. that would be even more embarrassing than being found like this when he was awake, so he clung to consciousness with everything he had.

changbin found him like that, swaying as if he had no bones in his body, sobbing, and shaking, and mumbling incoherently.

“what. the fuck.” changbin genuinely didn’t know what was going on and hadn’t intended to say anything, but the words felt appropriate even in hindsight. “hyung, what happened?”

“where were you?” minho whimpered between choked coughs. “i’m sorry…”

changbin, who had just returned from working and was still trying to grasp what was happening, put his hand on the other boy’s head and struggled not to gasp. “we have to get you some fever reducers or something, hyung, you’re burning up. let’s take off you shirt.”

minho didn’t so much as wiggle his eyebrows at that, and his lack of reaction spoke volumes for how badly he must have been feeling, though the tears were enough of an indicator on their own. that minho was crying was hard for changbin to wrap his mind around, so he chose to mostly ignore it and set to work on gently re-dressing the older man.

it was a process. there were things to be gathered - a trash can, first and foremost, clean clothes, but also wet washcloths because there was no way he was going to trust minho to shower or bathe. and then there was the actual act of putting minho’s clothing on. changbin hadn’t played with dolls since he was a kid, but wresting minho’s limp limbs into clean clothes really brought back the memories.

when he was finished, changbin gave minho a once over. he still looked a bit green, but the tears had stopped. changbin thought he’d be relieved by this. instead, his concern only increased. “hey,” he said quietly. “you okay, hyung?”

there was a split-second delay in which changbin could tell it took conscious effort for minho to get his eyes to focus so that he could look around the room. there was still vomit everywhere. changbin, in all his panic, had nearly forgotten about it, and now cringed. minho’s composure, if he’d had any, crumbled into whimpers and gasped apologies.

“i should’ve been more careful,” he said, voice shaking. “i’ll– i’ll clean the mess, just–” he swallowed thickly and shut his mouth.

“hyung,” changbin whined. “please don’t feel bad, you’re just–”

a heady belch interrupted him, and changbin pressed the trash can into minho’s hands just in time. a soupy mess splattered against the plastic and minho coughed through the more solid chunks of less-digested food. changbin sighed, steadying minho as he swayed through dry-heaves.

“you’re just sick, hyung, you can’t help it.”

for better or worse, minho seemed entirely out of energy by the end of this bought of sickness. changbin couldn’t tell if he’d actually been reassuring, or if minho was just too tired to cry.

“do you feel any better?” changbin asked, half-afraid of the answer.

“‘m tired,” minho sniffled, refusing to meet changbin’s eyes.

“okay, hyung, we can talk more when you’re feeling better. how about we get you to bed?”

minho glanced at the mess on his bed in disdain and changbin huffed a half-laugh, shaking his head. “we’ll get you in bed with one of the kids, alright? then i can clean up here and you can rest.”

minho looked hesitant, but his exhaustion won out and he nodded. changbin helped him to his feet and they walked to the younger members’ room together. the closest bed was hyunjin’s, and minho didn’t hesitate to fall onto it. hyunjin cracked a bleary eye open.

“minho-hyung?”

there was a tense moment where changbin wondered if they’d need to explain. then hyunjin offered a dopey smile. “you’re finally here to cuddle?”

as if summoned by the word itself, felix woke and stumbled to join the other two. “i want to,” he mumbled, and promptly fell asleep, sandwiching minho between him and hyunjin. changbin raised an eyebrow.

“is this okay?” he asked minho. the other two were, once again, out cold. minho shrugged.

“i don’t want to wake them.”

changbin suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, because that was the most minho way of saying “yes, i’m happy to cuddle tonight” was he’d ever heard.

though he couldn’t say he enjoyed cleaning up the bedroom, changbin did so with a warmth in his chest. he hoped his group members would never lose the genuine kindness they had always shown each other. he also hoped that whatever minho had wasn’t contagious - but that was a problem for another day.

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[cloudbeom]

Fan sign, Dad Namjoon x 8th member reader

This request is from my Quotev account! the stories there are the same as the ones in my masterlist, but check my profile out if you want to! I decided to post it here bc it’s basically just fluff

warnings: none

Genre: Short but fluffy fluff

Summary : Fansigns are fun but sometimes when your younger than everyone, it just feels like a family gathering

A/n: Another fansign one! Hope you enjoy~

"(Y/n)" Yoongi whispered to you as he sat next to Namjoon after you finished your interaction  and you turned to him, your pen in your hand "Look at that" he said, his head turning to a fanboy who was wearing a hoodie your BT21 character and had a handload of presents "You have a fanboy"

You grinned, you always loved when fan boys would come just to see you specifically, it made your ego sky rocket.

“(Y/N) SSI!” A fan yelled from below, you smiled as you looked at the crowd who were filming you and decided to do a heart aegyo just before the next fan came to you.

-

"That is so not fair" Jin said when he saw the fan boy give you a bouquet of flowers, and Jin pouted "Where are my flowers?"

"You already got them, oppa" You snickered, sneering the last word as you looked at the beautiful flowers "Thank you so much~ I love them!"

The boy blushed and handed you his album to sign, you saw that his name was Jae Hyun, you quickly signed the book so you have time to talk to him

"You're really beautiful" He said before you could say anything, and you blushed, smiling

"Your really handsome as well" you flirted right back, intertwining your fingers with his as he started to giggle like a flustered schoolgirl

Namjoon looked at you as a side glance for a short while, but you shrugged it off, knowing how to handle the situation and not wanting to be babied anymore.

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"In the dorms, (Y/n) would always forget where her headphones are, and she always steals Yoongi Hyung's, and Yoongi hyung would come after me or Hoseok hyung.." Jin trailed off and Jimin had immediately stood up to laugh and clap, looking as if he wanted to join Jin on the exposing. You sighed and shook your head, taking the bag of chips from Jungkook and shoved a handful into your mouth. Then, Jungkook took it back from your grip and stood up, making you whine

"Why is everyone bullying me today?" You asked, a mouth full of food and the microphone in one of your hand as the other held a pen. You were to lazy to get up so you just outstretched you hand "Kook, gimme!" Jungkook just smiled, his mouth full of food as he pretended to give it to you, but then retrieving it back, making ARMY's squeal at how adorable you two were.

"Jungkook is so mean!!" You whined again, pretending to be upset as you laid your forehead against the table.

Namjoon suddenly stood up and ARMY's squealed louder

"Aigoo… why are all of you like this?" He asked his members "This is a fan sign with our beautiful ARMY's, you can play around at home, but not here" He said, making army's sad because they wanted to see more of Jungkook teasing you. Namjoon went over to Jungkook and took the bag of chips from him, and placed it on your table, and you shot up.

"Thank you oppa!" You smiled, taking the bag of chips and making ARMY coo at your adorable smile, and then you turned your head to stick your tongue out at Jungkook, making Namjoon smile, his cute dimples showing.

Jungkook only laughed and stole Jin's snacks this time.

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"Thank you all so much!" Namjoon said into the mic, waving his arms into the air to wave at the ARMY's at the back. Bangtan made a last pose for a final shoot before saying their final goodbye's to ARMY.

"I love you!" You said, making a heart with your arms, hoping to get the attention of the cute fanboy for a little fanservice, and Namjoon stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him, and instead he made a heart in your place

"I love you more" He said to the fanboy, and the fanboy laughed after cringing a little, and you pouted as you moved your head to the side to see him walking away, a small wave towards your way before doing so

"What was that for? I don't get fanboys everyday" You pouted and looked up to Namjoon as he passed you a bottle of water, "You can talk to boys when your older than me" he said, and you rolled your eyes,

"That's so not fair" You stomped your foot like a child and Namjoon just grinned in return

"Can someone remind me why hyung likes her more than us?" Jungkook whispered to his hyungs, his cheeks puffed out, you overheard and stuck your tongue out at him, making his eye twitch, and Jin sweat dropped, leading Jungkook to the snack bar backstage to avoid a childish fight as Taehyung raced Jimin to see the presents they got and Hoseok had tried to put on adorable cat ears on the unbothered Yoongi.

What a big family you had.

[littledonkeyburrito]

Good god, what a terrifying assumption

1. Do you have callouses on your fingers? When I was a teenager my fingertips were calloused from playing guitar and the rest of my hands were calloused and blistered from playing drums. When I had a particularly painful blister or one that had just burst, instead of stopping playing, I would cover my fingers with tape and get back to it. It had to be the right type of tape, or a fabric bandaid, otherwise the sweat would make it fall off straight away. 2. Ever seen the movie Sky High? Fucking iconic. 3. Do you think that horses are a bit terrifying? I had quite a strong fear of horses until I was 18 and forced myself to get over it by being around horses a little more. At that point I wanted to be a vet so I knew that fear would hold me back. 

4. Do you do the grocery shopping?   Who else is going to do it?

5. Do you like laying out?   I don’t understand what this means..?

6. How many times have you been to the beach? Not many times since I’ve been an adult

7. What time do you like to wake up?   Lately, between midday and 2pm. That will change drastically once I’m back in Australia.

8. Do you have your own car?   I had my old car for 5 years but now I’ll have to buy a new one when I’m back in aus. And by “new” I mean secondhand but new to me.

9. How often do you listen to music? A bit more often lately. I’ve been having youtube mixes playing while I’m scrolling tumblr instead of the silence.

10. Have you ever ridden a train? Are there people in western countries that haven’t been on a train?

11. Have you done anything productive today, anyway? I cleaned part of my shower, did the laundry and I cooked.

12. Eaten anything delicious today? What I cooked.

13. Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? Yeah but he was nice too

14. How many boyfriends have you had in 2017? Depending on definition, between zero and two.

15. Do you know your Social Security number by heart? I do not have my Spanish ID number memorised. I don’t have any ID number memorised actually

16. How often do you say ‘lol’ in a computer or text conversation? Not that much. I’m more likely to say haha or lmao

17. Can you curse around your parents? Yes but Mum isn’t a fan of it. She doesn’t say anything because I’m an adult so she can’t tell me off for it anymore. Dad doesn’t care at all.

18. Are you happy with where you live? I love it and I wish I didn’t have to leave.

19. Do people ever mistake you for being a different race? No, I’m pretty damn pasty

20. If you had the chance to move to a completely different state, would you? Definitely not. That doesn’t sound like me at all. I would never move somewhere new.

21. Do you have a flag?   I don’t quite understand this question. You mean like a physical flag made of fabric? No. Do people have those? Oh wait, like every other balcony in this city is displaying a catalan flag so I guess I can’t really ask that question. Anyway, no I do not have a flag.

22. Do you know where the gun in your house is?   Good god, what a terrifying assumption.

23. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring? I have not.

24. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring? Bug spray, sleeping bag, water

25. Do you still see your ex? I don’t see any of them 26. Name the last thing to make you angry? I don’t get angry very often at all so I have absolutely no idea 27. What has been the best year of your life so far? This one. 28. If someone liked you now, would you want them to tell you? Yeah 29. The last person you held hands with, what’s their best feature? He has quite nice arms

30. Is there a high chance you’ll see someone good looking tomorrow? I probably will look in a mirror, yeah

31. When was the last time you flew in a plane? Couple of weeks ago 32. Think of the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them in a car? Yes 33. Do you mind sleeping on the floor? Mate, I will sleep anywhere. 34. Do you have a good relationship with your mother? I have an excellent relationship with my mum. We are quite good friends. 35. What is your least favorite season? 3 36. Have you hugged anyone in the last 72 hours? I have not hugged anyone in the last 2 months. That’s fine though bc I’m not really a huggy person 37. What do you hear right now? Papaoutai - Stromae 38. If you say you’ll call someone back, will you? Yes, unless I forget

39. Do you toss and turn for hours at night or do you just fall straight to sleep? It takes quite a while because I don’t do anything during the day so I don’t get tired and can’t fall asleep until like 4am which means I then sleep until the early afternoon and the cycle starts again. 40. What color shirt were you wearing when you had your last kiss? Fuck I don’t know 41. Where do you want to live when you’re older? Who the fuck knows. Maybe spain, maybe australia, maybe somewhere in south america. No idea. 42. When you sleep on your bed, is stuff usually on it? Never. 43. Is it easy to make you smile? Yes 44. Do you like to play on playgrounds? When is the last time you did? Sure, but it’s been a long time

45. What do you think of when you hear the word “meow"? My 14 year old self. Cringe.

46. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Sounds cramped. I might’ve after a party or something but no specific instances come to mind

47. What’s the background on your cell? Beetle tracks in the sand in the desert that I took in india: 

48. Name the last four beds you sat on? My bed at home, hostel bed in Paris, 2 hotel beds in Panama City

49. Would you rather have a poodle or Rottweiler? Rottweiler. I’m not a huge fan of poodles although the lack of shed fur would be a bonus

50. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Zoo for sure. Art is lost on me.

51. Do you wear hats if you’re having a bad hair day? Hats look bad on me and my hair always looks great

52. Would you ever go bald if it was the style? Buzz cut maybe

53. Does your bedroom have a door? Nope

54. Do you think two people can last forever? The people of pompeii have lasted pretty well so far, but forever is still a bit of a stretch.

55. How many windows are open on your computer? One window. Six tabs.

56. What is your ringtone? The buffy theme song

57. Does your mum try to be cool? She doesn’t have to try, she’s already rad as heck.

58. What are you listening to? Duele El Corazón - Enrique Iglesias

59. What were you doing before you took this survey? I was watching Jack Whitehall’s Travels With My Father on netflix and it was so fucking funny

60. What things did you eat today? A couple of mandarins, baked potato with mince and veggies. I’m sure I had a meal earlier in the day but I don’t remember what.

61. Do you think you gained or lost weight this past month? I don’t give a shit

62. What kind of milk do you drink? Fresh skim milk. Most milk in Spain is long life stuff which I don’t like as much.

63. Do you swear at your parents? Not AT them. I’ll use swear words in conversation with them though

64. Have you ever been ice skating? When I was 13 I had wanted to go ice skating for a really long time. I was in Sydney with my parents for a karate tournament and they agreed to take me ice skating. Anyway, the rink was closed because they were filming for a tv show but we got to be extras instead. I still didn’t actually go ice skating for another couple of years after that.

65. Do you always wear your seat belt? In Australia, yes. In other countries sometimes not because laws and culture are different. In a lot of countries, the back seats of cabs will be covered with sheets or blankets and the seatbelt buckle isn’t accessible. 

66. Do you like sushi? So much. It’s been way too long since I’ve had sushi because it’s so expensive everywhere other than japan and australia. I’m looking forward to cheap sushi when I go back.

67. What food do you find disgusting? Not many. There are several foods that I am indifferent to but don’t actually dislike.

68. Do older members of the opposite sex ever hit on you? Only in central america

59. Do you drink the 6-8 cups of water a day? Probably not but I usually get through a (refillable) water bottle a day

60. What does your last outgoing message say? "Made it so much better”

61. Could you date someone taller than you? That is the preference

62. What is your current mood? Cold is a mood now.

63. Does it bother you to have dirt on the bottom of your bare feet? Depends on what I’m doing but generally no

64. Who was your first crush? lmao it was daniel radcliffe when I was ten

65. What are you wearing on your feet? Shoes and socks because I’m FUCKING COLD

66. Last person who drove you somewhere? A bus driver

67. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? When I was a kid I had a crush on a (teenage) karate sensei of mine. More recently, I kinda liked my spanish teacher back in aus.

68. Do you prefer fruit or vegetables? I consume more vegetables but I don’t think I actually prefer one over the other.

69. What are your favourite textures? Bumpy and a little rough. I hate really smooth surfaces like polished concrete you often find in garages. I used to always walk with as little of my feet touching the ground as possible when I was barefoot in the garage.

70. If you won a LOT of money the lottery and decided to move, where would you move to? If I won a lot of money I would stay here. the only reason I’m leaving is lack of money

71. Alcoholic beverage of choice? Cuba Libre

72. What’s the youngest you would consider dating? One or two years younger than me

73. If you were around in the sixties would you be a mod or a rocker? I don’t know what those words mean

74. Are thongs sexy? You ain’t actually talkin bout flipflops are ya?

75. What do you think of when I say “the twenties"? My age..?

76. Is penetration important to you? What context could this possibly be other than sexual?

77. What sport were you best at in high school? Karate. But obviously I didn’t do that AT school

78. What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? So much rum.

79. Have you ever had a teacher hit on you? Not one of my teachers, but a guy who was a teacher yeah

80. What would you do if it snowed right now? I would be very happy and I would suffer the cold to stand on my balcony

81. Is there anyone who understands your relationship status? “Single” is not exactly a difficult concept to grasp

82. Have your past mistakes made you wiser? Of course

83. What’s your opinion on good grammar: important or not? Not important, especially if it’s your second language. So long as you can be understood, the rest doesn’t matter.

84. The last time you said ‘I love you’ to someone, who said it first, them or you? I’m pretty sure dad said it first because I couldn’t speak when I was a newborn. 85. Do you like potato salad? I like my dad’s potato salad and also my auntie’s potato salad. Most of the others I’ve tried have been mediocre 86. Have you ever driven and ended up running out of gas? Almost once in the middle of fucking nowhere at night while taking the inland route back from the 12 apostles to Geelong. Drove for an hour with the low fuel light flashing and barely saw any other cars in that time. 87. What was the reason behind the last time you stayed up all night? I was probably drinking

88. How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? 19 I think for an rbt

89. When was the last time you drank out of a champagne glass? A few months ago when a friend was staying in barcelona for a few days and we got trashed off his hotel minibar and drank everything out of champagne glasses. Some of it was champagne, most of it was not. 90. Does it flood easily where you live? Not in Barcelona. Brisbane yes.