#and im gonna miss the satisfaction of a smooth service

[mosstrades]

Today during lunch break all my coworkers gathered around the table, eating or not (even the chef who never has lunch), and we just chatted. And it hit me, suddenly - a feeling of belonging. Weary and small, not quite friendship, but a comforting, grounding solidarity. We're all in there with each other, and I'm lucky enough to have fallen into an enviroment where we all try to make that decent. I wouldn't have gone within ten feet of most of these people if we weren't coworkers, and yet. I'll take a lot of things with me that I wouldn't have had if I hadn't met them, for better and worse. And I felt good, with all the ones that were there. It wasn't exactly friendship, and it wasn't exactly safety. But it was good. I ate what we had cooked, and laughed some, and felt like myself. And realized that I have been feeling like myself again, even at work, for the past little while. A feeling of existing, of being awake, and of existing together, and of that being enough. And it was nice.

[buckymcbuttfacebarnes]

The Elevator (Part 1/2)

Part 2 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1565

Summary: The reader finds herself trapped in an elevator with an unhelpful, condescending asshole: Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Just some good ol’ angst, some swearing and sexual tension!

Author’s Note: hi y’all this is my first attempt at writing any sort of fic, so i hope y’all enjoy!!! im still trying to figure out if i wanna write more parts or just leave it at this! thank u @sarrahthesmartiee for being a queen and helping me edit this <3

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With a weary sigh, Y/N pressed the up button of the elevator. It had been a long day. It was nearly ten thirty in the evening on a Tuesday and she was just getting home from work. Her feet hurt (the heels she was wearing pinched like hell), she had spilled coffee on her whitest blouse during a meeting, and to top it all off her favorite Chinese place was closed for the night. She couldn’t even enjoy her favorite stir-fried noodles after a grueling day.

She stepped inside, sending a small, polite smile to the man that stood beside her before she pushed the button for her floor. Unconsciously, she tapped her foot as the elevator began its slow ascent to the sixth floor. Staring up at the numbers just above the closed doors, Y/N watched as each number lit up, glowing white for a brief few moments as they passed each floor. The slow elevator ride consisted of a comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft tune of the elevator music.

“You aren’t even going to greet me?” came a gravelly voice from behind.

Y/N’s head turned to the source of the question, an expression of near disgust coming across her features before she turned back around. “Hello, Bucky,” she greeted, clearly half-heartedly. She hadn’t even realized that it was him, which must have been a testament to how tired she was. How could someone miss someone like Bucky? He was tall, at least 6 foot, and incredibly handsome. Tonight, especially so. That long hair of his had been pulled back into a bun, allowing the world a good look at his chiseled face.

“For someone so pretty, it’s such a shame that you’re so mean. I think you’d have more friends if you’d just smile more, doll,” Bucky chuckled.

“Can we not? I’m not in the mood for your shit tonight,” Y/N sighed, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. Her head tilted slightly upward as she watched the numbers continued to light. 1…2…3…4…

The elevator came to an alarmingly abrupt halt at the fifth floor. Y/N’s breath audibly hitched in her throat and her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t panic. She waited, looking around the elevator as if it might magically continue its journey upwards if she didn’t disturb the silence. The air grew still and it remained that way for at least ten seconds before the man behind her spoke up.

“I guess you’re gonna be getting a lot more of my shit. I think we’re stuck,” he said. The amusement apparent in his velvety voice.

“Me too,” was Y/N’s quiet reply. It was as if she had suddenly lost her edge. When on the verge of panic, she grew surprisingly calm. She turned to look at the man who stood to her left. He looked back at her with steel blue eyes, his lips pursed slightly, his jaw set. “Sometimes holding the open or close buttons will get it to go,” she explained, turning away to press and hold the button to open the elevator doors. “The doors get jammed and just don’t properly open.” Nothing happened. The doors didn’t budge and she could feel the panic begin to rise in her throat.

She then decided to try to emergency call button. Gingerly, as if she were afraid she may break the button, Y/N gave the button a push.

“It should just connect us to elevator maintenance or security or something,” she murmured as the phone rang. It rang and rang, the harsh sound cutting through the still air. They got no answer. To this Y/N muttered an annoyed, “What the fuck?” Now what?

Too enraptured with the prospect of receiving an answer, Y/N hadn’t noticed her elevator companion trying to pry open the doors with his bare hands.

“STOP!” she nearly shrieked, looking at him as if he’d just kicked a puppy.

“What?” Bucky asked, his head turning slowly to look at her, an expression of pure annoyance on his face.

“Do you know how dangerous that is? This is dangerous shit! You could hurt yourself! You could wind up getting cut in half. What if you open the doors and we’re in between floors? Then what are you gonna do?”

“You’re worried about me, huh? Real sweet and all, but I think I’ll be just fine. If I’m not, I’m sure it won’t be anything a kiss can’t fix,” he winked at her, but she didn’t seem affected.

“ And what about me? What if you get hurt and I end up traumatized?”

“Traumatized,” Bucky scoffed under his breath. “You got a better idea, sugar?” he sighed, giving a roll of his eyes.

To that, Y/N nodded. “We keep trying this stupid call button until someone answers the damn phone!” She sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “It’s best not to panic. Someone will figure out we’re here. We’ve just got to keep trying, we’ll reach someone. Maybe it’s just the stupid door malfunctioning. If that’s the case then it’s a quick fix. Elevator phones are usually set up to connect us to dispatch center or-”

“There’s a stain on your blouse.”

Y/N glanced down to her top, a grimace forming on her face as she was reminded of the embarrassing event that had occurred only hours before. She decided against a snarky response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being an annoying asshole. “You got a cell phone? Call 911,” she said to him. Unfortunately, her own phone had died earlier that evening.

“No service,” he answered, holding his phone up in one hand. He leaned his back against the elevator wall opposite of Y/N. He was doing everything he could to remain calm cool and collected.

“Shit.” Y/N kicked off her pinchy heels, eyes wandering the elevator walls as if they might give her the answer to getting out.

“You should calm down, doll. Stop getting so antsy.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down like you aren’t fucking nervous too.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, looking him up and down before meeting his eyes again. “You were pacing, like, two seconds ago. You’re tapping your foot, you keep popping your knuckles,” Y/N responded, leaning back against the wall too, mimicking his current position. “That’s nervous behavior.”

Something flickered within the man’s eyes and he looked away from her briefly in what appeared to be embarrassment. To this, Y/N could not help but smirk in amusement. Bucky always managed to push her buttons so easily, it was always a victory when she was able to get him a little flustered. The amused look was quickly wiped off her face and replaced with confusion as the man suddenly pushed himself off the wall, taking two short strides towards her. He leant forward, his arm extended with his hand placed beside her head, resting against the elevator wall. Her eyes flickered from his and instead up to the metal hand placed just beside her head. Though the smell of his cologne was heavily intoxicating, Y/N tried to remain indifferent. She felt her body tense beneath his. She looked up at him with her eyes narrowed, daring him to make a move so she would have an excuse to punch him square in his handsome face.

“Relax, doll. I’m just pressing the call button,” he explained innocently, his eyes flickering once from her eyes and to her lips before he shrugged. “I could do more, though. If that’s what you want.”

“How many times have you imagined me underneath you like this?” Y/N murmured, lifting an eyebrow, brushing a dark lock of hair from his face. The words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop herself, but they came out smooth and cool—just like Bucky would have done. The ringing of the elevator phone had become background noise as she found herself trapped between the wall and Bucky’s body. The smell of his cologne was muddling her brain. She couldn’t tell if she herself was messing with him or if her words had been filled with some intention that she couldn’t even admit to herself. Y/N could feel his cool breath against her skin, leaving that hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She placed a hand on the back of his neck, urging him closer to her.

Bucky swallowed hard, tilting his head to the side. He masked his obvious surprise to her provocative question with a wolfish smile, he looked to her hungrily. “Well, I actually tend to imagine you on top.” He leaned down, his lips coming dangerously close to hers. “I think about you a lot, you kn-”

He was abruptly cut off when Y/N shoved him away from her with so much force that he stumbled backwards. He looked at her with a puzzled expression, but she looked to him with one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen. A look of recognition crossed his features just as the elevator doors opened up with a ding!  In the midst of his advances, the elevator had proceeded to move and suddenly they were on the sixth floor.

“See ya later, Bucky,” Y/N murmured with a knowing grin on her face, stepping into her heels. She winked at him as she left the elevator, a noticeable swing in her hips.

“Shit.”

[btsimaginefactory]

At the Beach with BTS - Moodboards and Scenarios

{{i’m sorry that these are messy but it was so hard trying to paint the picture without the board looking too busy and iM SORRY. It’s less “oo aesthetics” and more that these are to give you pics for your mind. But I hope you’re still into this💖}}

Seokjin

“Are you happy?”

You smile gently at Seokjin words, twining your fingers with his as you both sit on the riverbank. More than a dozen stripped box turtles, all in various sizes and ages, paddle cutely at the edge, waiting for more pieces of carrots to be throw from their generous new friends. “I am so happy Seokjin.”

Seokjin’s smile gleams in the light of the sunset, and he leans to kiss you on your temple. He’d wanted to go to the beach with you for a long time, and now you finally had the time. Seokjin rented a house situated strategically between the secluded shoreline and the marsh. What had drawn him to this beach was the privacy, yes, but it was also the beautiful variation of landscapes and an abundant amount of wildlife. In the morning you watched wild horses play on the beach from your balcony, naming each one and giving them elaborate back stories, narrating their interactions. Seokjin was startled by how close they came to the house and how at peace they seemed living side by side with humans.

Almost every afternoon was spent under the umbrella on the sand with packed lunches; idly fishing for minnows before letting them free again as you watch the vibrant sunset over the horizon, and nights spent counting endless stars.

“Listen I’m telling you, THAT one is the big dipper,” you stress.

“No, it’s not because that star should be over there if it’s the big dipper!”

“...Jin you can’t just move stars around to prove yourself right.”

Several days the two of you went to local shops, exploring all the beautiful and wacky things you could find. He was especially drawn to a hobby shop that had all kinds of intricately made sculptures from shells and driftwood. Seokjin commented that he liked he couldn’t find any two alike, and in that same way he could never find someone exactly like you who he loved so much. A slap is quickly delivered to his arm at his gushy words, making him laugh, but getting a kiss from you in the end.

Yoongi

“Yoongi you do realize coming to the beach in the winter kind of defeats the purpose of coming to the beach,” you sigh, looking out the sliding glass doors of your hotel room overlooking the ocean shore. He’s already outstretched on the giant king-sized bed, humming in satisfaction when you come and kick his leg.

“Ow sheesh,” he exclaims, eyes meeting your crestfallen face. “Okay well, I did in fact plan this very carefully and invested many hours to make things perfect.” 

He rolls over and leans down to his bag, pulling out some pieces of paper and holding them in front of his gummy grin. You have to squint, but the bright letters of a pamphlet for a well know indoor water park is undeniable.

“NO WAY,” you gasp, snatching them out of his hands and rifling through the packet. “Are you serious?”

He nods.

“Really really? As in you’re actually gonna play with me and not be a lazy potato chip?”

“I am! I promise,” he laughs. “Why do you think I spent so much time picking stuff out for us to do? Don’t you see the view,” he gestures dramatically at the balcony. You can’t help but laugh and pull his cheeks in for a kiss, making him look very pleased.

Yes it was true you’d agreed to go to the beach with Yoongi during the dead of winter, but the surprise and lively atmosphere you found was exactly what the two of you needed. The hotel was connected to the water park by an indoor bridge, and surprisingly, Yoongi cared the giant inflatable unicorn proudly each day, bopping you in the head with it constantly. After swimming and playing, and him throwing you down one to many insane waterslides, you crash in the hotel room with warm comfort, room service, and movies.

Yoongi kisses your forehead and smiled as you lay in his arms. “So should we do the same thing tomorrow or should we go see some of the other things around here?”

Hoseok

When you were looking for a place to rent at a nearby beach online, Hoseok was immediately drawn to the strip of brightly colored buildings on the boardwalk. “Let’s go there! That’s so pretty! And there’ll be lots of places to go.” And so you did, spending loads of time in different shops, buying way too many souvenirs, and an equal time relaxing on the beach.

It was probably a bad idea to suggest a sandcastle building competition because 3 hours later you realized you’d both spent the whole day building a mini-utopia; giving up the competition after signing a treaty to no more sand thrown and opting instead to build your own joined kingdoms. Hoseok desperately tried to save one crumbling wall as the tide came in, but sank to his knees in defeat, promptly having a wave crash over his head from behind as if to add insult to injury. He comes crying to you as you laugh at his dripping wet, salty face, but is sure to trap you in a hug to get you wet as well.

“Baby how about we just shower and order takeout,” he suggests when you arrive at the condo, panting after climbing the 3 flights of stairs.

“How can you be tired from that, you literally can dance nonstop for way longer,” you huff, throwing a towel in his face.

After taking a soothing shower together, the two of you crash on the bed with your take out and TV, while finding all the little red areas you missed with sunscreen where each of you were now burned. “See I told you-you should have put some behind your ears,” he scolds and you simply cover his face with your hands.

“Shh, shh, shh, don’ worry ‘bout it.”

Namjoon

It was the best surprise you’ve ever gotten in your life. When you told Namjoon you were staying at the beach with your family, expressing that you wished he could be there to experience it with you, he decided to do just that. After secret communications with your family, seemingly out of the blue he shows up at your door and you almost knock him over completely in your enthusiastic hug. You introduce him formally to your family, and they immediately like him, if only by the way you glowed around him. They realize quickly he must be an incredible person and one who was absolutely good for you.

Being able to share this important time with him was everything; watching him grow comfortable with everyone, and hiding in embarrassment at all the stories they spilled from your childhood; everything felt so at home about him. The next day you were dragging him out of bed much too early to spend it all with him on the beach. Needless to say he was terrified when you warned him about not swimming in the ocean because of sharks, but he excitedly dug for sand-fiddlers and mole crabs, putting them in a bucket and examining them before letting them free again. That very evening, you two were lucky enough to watch sea turtles hatch, lining up with the other people watching, and giving them a protected path to the ocean as Namjoon squeals in delight.

Every night was filled with good meals and laughter, playing in the heated pool under the stars, and cuddling up in bed sharing stories, relishing that you had him there in the flesh. He pushes your hair behind your ear as he cradles you in his arms. “I wish I could stay here with you forever.”

“Me too Namjoon,” you say with a sad smile, trying not to even think of this time together ending.

“But we will soon.”

Jimin

It wasn’t Jimin’s most favorite idea when you told him you had booked a shared home at the beach; he didn’t know if he felt comfortable staying with strangers. It was an older couple who, after their children grew up and left, opened up a section of their house for travelers so they could share this place with people from all around the world. Jimin agrees though, and in only a few hours of being there, he was so glad that he did.

When you arrive at the bungalow nestled in the seaside forest, the couple takes you on a tour around the house, and more importantly, outside on one of the many trails. After getting over that initial little bit of awkwardness, you and Jimin didn’t turn down a single activity they suggested, for all of them were so perfectly new and exciting. You slowly watched Jimin come out of his shell, bouncing around like the happy, adventurous boy you loved. His favorite part was kayaking through the marsh and inlet, canopied by tall, vibrant trees, and hundreds of different species of birds chattering amongst the reeds.

“Woah look at that one,” Jimin yells in a hushed voice, pointing at a bright white, gangly crane fishing at the bank. “Did you see how it just snapped it’s beak in there and grabbed the fish? It was so fast, like whoosh! I could probably do that.”

“... Jimin what are you even saying?”

“It’s because you don’t believe in me, that's why I can’t grab a fish out of the water with my bare hand.”

You have to stop your eyes from rolling all the way back into your head as he giggles. When you return to the house, you’re all gathered around a fire pit in the backyard to eat dinner, eagerly telling the couple all about where you were from. You fall asleep on his shoulder as you lay beneath the stars, peacefully breathing in the salty air and wondering what tomorrow will bring.

Taehyung

“Greece?!”

“Greece!”

You can only pause. “Greece?”

Taehyung nods in confirmation. “Greeeeeece!” He’d seen a picture float across the internet somewhere of this beautiful resort, and he immediately knew he had to take you. Taehyung is one who is always ready for an adventure and travel, so he expects you to be the same. The resort is at the foot of a mountain, the bright blue sea as a backdrop, making the large sanded smooth white buildings look majestic and nothing short of magical. You have a cabin to yourselves, one in front of a small private pool that glowed purple in the evening; one that you convinced him to go skinny dipping in. It’s easy to have fun with Taehyung, even in a foreign place, but he takes special care to make the trip especially romantic and appreciative. He pampers you like royalty and announces that you are going to be his official model for all his pictures he had yet to take.

“Wow you are a natural,” Taehyung chuckles as he snaps a picture of you posed beneath a twisted tree. “I didn’t even have to tell you what to do.”

“Practice makes perfect I suppose, and so does such a handsome teacher,” you say, pecking his lips. The day is spent on the sand under a large tent, and yes you did have to wait before starting to drink your fancy drink because he wanted to photograph it all, but with his cute grin how could you say no?

Jungkook

“Jungkook don’t you think this is a bit much,” you ask, setting your bag down in the foyer just as Jungkook runs past you around the expansive dining room.

“No no of course not! We’re only young once; when else would we have this opportunity? Come on,” he grabs your hand and pulls you along, peeking in every room as if looking for something. After ‘oo-ing’ and ‘aw-ing’ at the bright coral walls and happy paintings, you head downstairs to find perhaps the biggest reason your boyfriend rented this particular beach house.

“Oh my gosh now I get it,” you say, holding the bridge of your nose but getting equally excited as you’re greeted with a giant arcade room. A flat screen tv, new video games as well as classic arcade games, a ping pong table, and even a pool table were all sitting shiny and tempting and Jungkook is giggling like a kid in a candy store.

You barely have time to reach him before his eyes meet something outside the window in the backyard. “Oh. My. Gosh. There’s a jet ski,” he whispers, instantly bolting towards the door with you yelling behind him.

“Jungkook for God’s sake please don’t kill yourself!!”

You’d thought it was a little wasteful to rent a three-story house with 8 bedrooms for only the two of you, but he quickly washes away your worries with the private pool and access to the dock with a jet ski and kayaks, as well as running around the large house and screaming your lungs out just because there was no one there to stop you. The house was at the end of a small, private cul de sac, and a mere golf cart ride to the shore. It was quieter than you would’ve imagined you’d enjoy, but as you sit on the crows nest overlooking the inlet, watching Jungkook photograph the sunset, you couldn’t imagine anywhere else on earth you’d rather be.

{{I’ve actually experienced three of these imagines AND IF YOU CAN CORRECTLY GUESS WHICH THREE, YOU GET *spins roulette wheel anxiously* ... ah... ha ha... apparently to punch me in the d💫}}

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