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If, Then

If Draco was crisp folds and ironed slacks, Harry was coffee-stained t-shirts and converse sneakers with rips in the soles.

If Draco was a snowy winter night, Harry was the spring thaw that came with the first morning of March.

If Draco was a crowded bar and drunken dancing, Harry was a well-lit cafe with live jazz music.

If Draco was polite whispering and small talk with relatives, Harry was the roaring crowd at the Quidditch World Cup.

If Draco was the quiet page-turning of a beaten-up old book, Harry was every single Saw movie in one night.

If Draco was soft kisses and caressing fingertips, Harry was rough sex in a questionable bathroom stall.

If Draco was forgotten anniversaries and birthdays, Harry was burnt toast and burnt eggs and burnt everything.

If Draco was hurt, Harry did the fighting.

And as long as Draco was happy, so was Harry.

‘’Ok, you’re next oldie.’’

A/N: I saw this prompt, and the idea came to me. It’s a little silly but I’m proud of the outcome!  Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: On a night out with your boys, you’ve suddenly become a wing woman for the oldies. The question is, could you hook Bucky up with the girl he’s been eyeing all night? 

Warnings: A little language, mentions of smut if you squint your eyes and alcohol consumption 

Word count: 3447 (Bitch , I’m back)

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

This wasn’t your ideal situation but you couldn’t complain about the company you were with. Feeling the heavy weight of Sam’s arm slumping over your shoulders, you rolled your eyes at him as you walked with him and Bucky into the crowded bar.  Music was playing in the background, not your preference but you thought nothing off it as you followed your two boys up to the counter to order some drinks. You felt the weight of his arm leave your shoulders as you sighed in relief of finding three available barstools and sitting between your two male friends. 

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A real patater conversation
  • Kent is at a crowded bar when he spots Alexei.///
  • Kent: hi I'm Kent Parson but you can call me your sugar baby
  • Alexei: wat
  • Kent: I'll buy you dinner
  • Kent: and then breakfast ;)
  • Alexei: wat
  • Kent: if the sun died out, would you be my source of vitamin D? ;)
  • Alexei: wat
  • Kent: I just got a new bed, help me break it in?
  • Alexei: wat
  • Kent: it's noisy here, wanna go back to my place where it's quieter?
  • Alexei: and do what? Watch movie???
  • Kent: ...
  • Kent: I'm asking you to have sex with me
  • Alexei: ... oh
  • Alexei: yes I'm do that

What if Draco and Harry were sitting in a bar - a noisy, crowded bar with the music so loud it was almost deafening, their drinks watery and of a nauseatingly bad quality, the repugnant smell of sweat and beer overwhelming them. What if Harry was sitting there, his eyebrows knotted because he had tried to talk, tried to get his voice to carry over the narrow space between them. What if Harry’s hand was resting on Draco’s leg to get closer, to get his mouth next to Draco’s ear to let himself to be heard, his warm breath tickling against Draco’s cheek. What if Harry would be like that, close and familiar and hot - the hand on Draco’s leg all Draco could focus on, his breath all he could feel.

Because in such a moment Draco would, beyond a single doubt, fall irreversibly in love with Harry, with the way his heart would clench with every throaty laugh, the way he’d flinch closer to Draco whenever each new song started - seemingly louder than the last one. He would fall head over heels for the saviour, for the glint in his eyes under the cheap disco lights, for the cocky grin he’d give Draco for a joke Draco hadn’t been able to focus on because all he could think about was Harry, Harry, Harry -

What if Draco and Harry were sitting in a bar?

  • Enjolras: [in a crowded bar and can't find Grantaire]
  • Enjolras: [shouting] ENJOLRAS HAS TERRIBLE HAIR!
  • Grantaire: [emerges from under a table] Excuse you, every hair on his head is––
  • Victor Hugo: [bursts through the fourth wall like the Kool-Aid Man] I WILL BURN THIS ENTIRE BAR TO THE GROUND
Cool, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is a famous singer who covers a Hamilton song at one of her concerts.

Words: 1203

Author’s Note: What? Another fic? Amazing. BTW I wrote literally all of this at work. Somebody stop me.

Warnings: Cursing. I just can’t stop myself.

Askbox | Masterlist


For you, the impromptu little concerts were always your favorite to perform in. While the thrill of singing to a gigantic, sold out crowd was irreplaceable, there was just something special about an intimate little venue.

You always made this well aware to your publicist, and she did her best to squeeze in these little performances whenever she could. That’s how you found yourself at Joe’s Pub at the Public.

Halfway through your set, to a crowded bar of no more than one hundred people, you took a seat on the provided stool.

“It’s very hard to be here in the room where it happens-” This was met with a thunderous applause.

The Public Theater, in its natural state, was known as the birthplace of Hamilton. You were made painfully aware of this when this venue was booked. Being a heavily closeted Hamilton fan, you were certainly tempted to just recreate the damn show and make everyone watch.

“It’s hard to be in the room where it happens without taking on the beast that is Hamilton: An American Musical.”

Any phones that weren’t out before certainly came out then. All ready to record and capture the moment as it was taking place. You took a deep breath, realizing just who might see this the second you’re off stage.

You limited yourself to a few songs - namely The Room Where It Happens, Satisfied, and Dear Theodosia. As you took your final bows and made your way backstage, a phone was immediately shoved into your hand.

“Yes, Laura?” You chuckled, knowing it was your publicist without having to check the caller ID.

“Mr. Miranda has extended an invitation for you to attend his show at your earliest possible convenience.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Holy shit. News travelled fast.

“Looking at your schedule, I could push a couple things around if you’d like to see it tomorrow night. You’d have to miss-” She droned on for a bit, all of her information falling on deaf ears.

He wanted you to see his show.

“Y/N?” A call of your name broke you from your trance.

“Make it happen.” You said simply, handing the phone off to the person who gave it to you.


Out of my way!” Jonathan cried, weaving through the narrow halls of the Richard Rodgers theater. God, he hoped Lin hadn’t left yet.

He was halfway out the door when his phone insistently started buzzing. One of his dear friends happened to score tickets to Y/N’s show - something he had to miss because he was performing that night. That friend had been texting him all throughout it, boasting and altogether showing off.

Jonathan had elected to ignore it, but this particular stream of texts caught his eye.- one word, specifically. Hamilton.

He hastily opened the video, an upbeat Y/N tearing Satisfied to shreds. He pivoted, sprinting back into the theater.

“Lin!” He cried, seeing his dressing room door at the end of the hallway. The door swung open just as he approached, a tired Lin with his backpack slung over his shoulder greeted him.

“What do I owe the plea-” He was immediately cut off with a phone being shoved in his face.

“I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no son so I’m the one who has to social climb for one.”

Lin shut down, eyes transfixed on the tiny screen in front of him.

“She-She knows who I am?” He chanced a look at Groff, who nodded in return, “What do I do?”

“Invite her to the show and maybe all your creepy dreams will come true?”

Lin did just that. Within minutes, he had the e-mail of her publicist, and was frantically typing away at an e-mail he hoped would be charming and witty and not at all creepy.

It was another fifteen minutes of tense silence, refreshing his email every few second before he received a reply.

Y/N has received the invitation with excitement and has opened up her schedule to attend tomorrow night’s performance.

Lin was nearly on the floor with this announcement. For the first time in awhile he felt the same excitement he did when he would perform in high school - nervous, unsure, scared shitless.

As he stood backstage for his first entrance, he became severely aware that you were out there. Two rows back, center of the house, taunting him.

He had never changed out of his costume so fast, practically tearing his costume in half on his way to his dressing room.

“Settle down, man. You’re the least chill person I have ever met!” Daveed called as Lin passed. He was met with a tense glare, which he jokingly recoiled at. “Alright, I’ll just go out there and butter her up. We both know all the ladies-”

Lin’s door slammed, cutting Daveed off with a bang.

He hesitated to go out, until it was nearly thirty minutes after he had retreated backstage. He had been a fan for a long time, he had admired you for as long as he could remember. He could go out there and completely make a fool of himself.

He’d have to move away, create a new name and identity for himself. He’d never be able to show his face in public again.

He shook the thought away as he finally tiptoed his way back to the stage, lingering stage left as he peeked out to see who was left.

He watched you happily chatting away with Jonathan,laughing at something he showed you on his phone.

Stupid Jonathan and his stupid ability to be charming with literally anyone he came into contact with.

Lin took a cautious step forward, immediately gaining your attention. He stood sheepishly under the dimmed stage lights, still keeping his distance.

“Hi.” He waved, before stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep them from doing anything weird. He watched you for a moment as you said nothing back to his uncomfortable greeting. Jonathan looked back and forth between the two of you, a smirk growing on his face.

I’m in love with you.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Lin’s head tilted and Jonathan burst into laughter as what you said dawned on you.

“I mean- I love your work, not that I don’t admire you! You seem like a really great guy! But how could I know that I just met you?” You nervously chuckled, kicking yourself for not bringing your publicist with you - who specialized in getting you out of these types of situations.

“If it’s any consolation-” Lin finally stepped forward, now only a couple of feet away from you, “-I’m totally in love with you, too.”

Jonathan took this as his queue to exit, happily skipping away - no doubt ready to tell anyone he came into contact with about this encounter.

“Cool.” You grinned, at ease that he was just as easy going as you could have wished.

“Cool.” He confirmed, an easy smile gracing his lips as more of the cast piled on stage, each greeting you in kind.

None of them held a candle to Lin’s greeting, though.

Can we talk about the fact that a lot of Pride events are super inaccessible to disabled members of the community?

Parades either don’t offer accessible routes or don’t offer an easy way for disabled people to join.

Pride festivals tend to be held in inaccessible outdoor venues that people in wheelchairs generally can’t navigate, and those with some mobility don’t have it much easier.

Gay bars are small, crowded, and often don’t have room to maneuver mobility devices more complicated than a cane. Same with cafés.

A lot of disabled LGBTQ people are left out of Pride events because they’re inaccessible to us, and that’s bullshit. We belong to this community, and we deserve to have access to the events.

#MakePrideAccessible

Earn It. (M) | Baekhyun

Genre/Warnings: Smut, Dom!Baekhyun, Language

Word Count: 3,146

Description: You’re completely enthralled by his intoxicating presence as you feel the soft hit of his breath come across the side of your neck. He thinks he has you under his spell, but when he asks for your name, you make it clear that he’s going to have to earn it. 

You’d been watching him the entire night. The way his raven-black hair fell across his forehead, only barely concealing his eyes that held a wicked playfulness. Your sights were trained on the plush look of his lips that seemed to be branded with a permanent smirk as he eyed the crowded bar of people. His movements were smooth, and he exuded confidence as he began making his way through the mob of figures, and everyone parted for him, like his beaming presence pushed them out of his path.

You’re so entranced by his existence that you don’t even register when your group of friends move away from the bar and towards the dance floor. Your eyes stay on him, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you became intoxicated by his aura.

In fact you’re so engrossed by him, you don’t even notice when his predatory gaze lands on you, and he begins to approach you. It’s like he has you under a spell, and you’re completely frozen in place as he makes his way up to you. Your breath stalling as your heart beat began rigging in your ears.

It was the hot whisper of his breath as it fanned across your neck that made your body instantly ignite with a clawing desire. You locked eyes with the raven-haired boy, the intensity of his gaze quickly making you forget about the pounding music reverberating throughout the bustling night club. The hundreds of people swarming around the two of you seemingly nonexistent. It was just him, and his darkly colored irises that felt like they were boring through the entirety of your soul.

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i want to feel part of something that doesn’t need to know my name. a busy airport. a crowded bar. a central park. a bustling street. somewhere i am both visible and invisible. an extra in someone’s autobiography. a background noise. notably insignificant. purposefully lost.

dan makes me want to wear low-cut shirts and lipstick, and dance on bars in front of crowds. he makes me want to drink gin and make out with men twice my age. he makes me want to scream the lyrics to my favorite song out the passenger window of a car as it speeds down a deserted highway. he makes me want to be, for all the good and the bad of it, and he makes me want to live.

phil makes me want to wear short, bright skirts and paint my nails pretty colours. he makes me want to smile at strangers and laugh at the clouds and spin in circles for no reason whatsoever until i fall onto the grass. he makes me want to volunteer at a local animal shelter and clean my room and learn french. he makes me want to text my friends to make sure their day is going well. he makes me want to love, for the good and the bad of it, and he makes me want to create.

Be careful what you order... Part 2
  • Blaise: [Scans the crowded bar] Take Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe for example: They've drinking nothing but Tequila shots.
  • Ron: and that means?
  • Blaise: That means that they just want their 'coolness' to be validated. Which is only slightly different from Michael Corner and Terry Boot: they chose Jägermeister which is basically saying the same thing: except that they can't stomach Tequila. Total Wusses.
  • Ron: And how do you know all this?! Is there a book or something?
  • Blaise: No, I'm just good at it... but you clearly have never drank with Theo or Draco...
  • Ron: Can't say I have...
  • Blaise: Well Here is your chance! [drags him over to his Slytherin friends] Theo. Draco.
  • Theo: [nods]
  • Draco: Zabini. Didn't take you for a scotch drinker there, Weasley.
  • Ron: Oh, well..
  • Blaise: I've been explaining to Weasley here that he needs to watch what he orders.
  • Theo: You're still going on about that!?
  • Blaise: It's full-proof my dear friend.
  • Draco: Oh yeah? [scans the crowd] What does Lavender and Parvati drinking Vodka Cranberries say?
  • Blaise: Easy. That they're girls.
  • Draco: You're right.. I made that too simple...
Happy Halloween to Me

Summary:  Dean meets “Daphne” at a bar on Halloween.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secrets Blog

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female character (purposely kept vague except for hair color)

Word Count:  1142

Warnings:  nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, car sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for @supernatural-jackles Colors of Fall Challenge. My prompt was Halloween. Dean’s POV, set pre-show.

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Imagine Dean slowly falling in love with you

Word count: 1094

Request by: @di-the-whovian-potterhead

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Sexual references I guess

A/N: It’s kinda different from what I usually write so sorry if you dont like it <3

“I still remember the day that we first met. You were a complete Jerk,” You said leaning closer into your boyfriend’s chest causing him to chuckle.


Chatter filled the crowded bar as you pushed your way past people in order to buy you and your friends the next round of drinks. You signalled the bartender, telling him your order before turning and looking around the room, your fingers tapped the bar as you waited patiently for your drinks.

Your friends had decided to take you out to cheer you up as you had just come out of a long relationship due to you walking in on your partner cheating on you.

Once your order was finally ready, you thanked the bartender and grabbed the large tray of drinks. Walking back to the table, your mind drifted off to your now ex-boyfriend, sure you would miss him, but how could he do that to you? Tears threatened to overflow your eyes when suddenly, the tray in your hand was pushed and the drinks had covered your body.

You looked up in shock and anger to see a man with gorgeous green eyes wearing a plaid shirt. You had to admit, he was extremely handsome but at this point you were more mad at the fact he had rudely pushed into you and still hadn’t apologised.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked with a joking but serious tone in your voice, “Watch where you’re going jerk.”

He blankly looked at you up and down before speaking.

“Oh I’m sorry, did Daddy’s little princess get her expensive designer shirt all sticky and wet?” Sarcasm laced his voice.

Wow, I didn’t think that it was possible to be that big of an arrogant dick.”

“Arrogant, no, big, yes.” He gave you a mocking smile before turning away still not even apologising.

You scoffed before walking back to the table your friends were on.

“You will not believe what just happened!”


“Yeah, I was a complete asshole,” he spoke, one hand resting around your waist and the other running through your hair, “but you definitely put me in my place when you rescued me and Sammy from them vampires. I guess you always have been the dominant kind,” he joked causing you to laugh pushing him away from you.

“You bet I saved you and Sam’s ass that night. You should be lucky your brother was with you, because there was no way in hell I was just saving ‘the jerk from the bar’.”


You bust open the door to the room, not even taking a glance at the hostages the vampires had caught before kicking, punching and slicing your way through all of them.

The last head rolled to the floor and the only sound filling the room was your panting breath. Eventually, you looked up shocked to see the asshat from the bar tied up, next to him was a man with long-ish hair, I guess it’s his brother or something.

Jerk’s face was filled with shock.

You laughed, oh this was too sweet, the things you could say to him right now.

“Oh my lord! Did daddy’s little princess just get her designer shirt dirty in order to save big dick’s life?” you joked, “Why on Earth would I do that when I can just get my butler to save-“

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled an apology which you obviously heard but you just wanted to saviour the moment.

“What? What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I’m sorry!” He said louder, his head moving upwards to catch his eyes with yours, “I was an idiot, I should have apologised there and then, I was stressed and I was stupid, and I took it out on you, so I’m sorry, really.”

The room was silent for a few seconds as you processed what he had just said.

“Okay,” you untied both of them before pointing your finger towards his face, “but if you ever talk to me that way again, or anyone else for that matter, I promise you I will cut of your big arrogant dick.”

“Deal,” he said smugly.


“Dean?” you asked quietly snuggling impossibly closer into his chest.

“Hmm,” he responded.

“When was the first time you knew that you liked me?”

There was a moment of silence as Dean thought.

“I think I always knew but I remember, you had been living in the bunker with me and Sammy for a month and a bit…”


You quickly turned the page of the book. It was 2am, you had been researching all night and day for where the rouge demons would strike next and you still had little to no idea.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened revealing Dean with a look of surprise on his face.

“What are you doing up Y/N?”

“I couldn’t sleep; I need to find where these demons are going to strike next.”

“Come on Y/N you need to sleep, or at least take a break, for me?”

You looked up into his green eyes.

“Fine, what do you suggest we do?”

“Want to get pizza?” he asked knowing that you could never say no to pizza.

“Yes, that is the best thing you have ever said to me Big D,” you jumped up from your chair slamming your research book closed.

“Again with that nickname, I said it one time when we first met, you’re never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, now come on Big D, you owe me some pizza.” you joked


“Oohh! I remember that night we drove over 100 miles at 2am to find a pizza place which was open because you sir, was adamant that we had to have pizza,” you laughed poking his chest.

“Hey! I promised you pizza didn’t I, and you got pizza right?”

“Yes I definitely did.” You chuckled looking up into your boyfriend’s eyes and in that moment you realised how much you truly loved him as did he with you.

“Y/N,” nervousness seemed to lace his voice, “I- I love you”

“I love you too,” you replied, your eyes never leaving his as you leaned in to kiss him but this kiss seemed different to all of the others you had shared with him and anyone else in fact. This kiss was filled with passion and love. His arm snaked its was around your waist and your hand found its way into his hair and in that moment both you and Dean realised how much you both sincerely loved each other.

A Girl Like You - Theo Raeken Imagine

Author’s Note: This is not a request. This is something I came up with on my own. Easton Corbin released a new single and I’m obsessed with it. I had it on repeat and eventually I had an idea for a Theo imagine for it. I hope y’all enjoy what I came up with. 

I do not own the lyrics to the song. All rights go to Easton Corbin.

Word Count: 1,365

Listen to this song: “A Girl Like You” by Easton Corbin

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by sterek-hale-obrosey

It was a typical Saturday night at Hillbilly’s in Nashville. Almost everyone in town was at the bar with a cold beer in their hand or line dancing on the dance floor as the live band played a little out of tune. Theo’s eyes scanned the crowded bar and noticed a guy trying too hard to get a girl’s attention, a couple of sleazy guys who had no chance of going home with any of the girls tonight, and a lot of friends and couples having a good time. He turned around and saw Y/N standing by the window, talking on the phone with one finger in her ear, trying to drown out the music. A smile tugged his lips as the neon light in the windowpane glowed and showed off all of his favorite features of hers. He knew he was lucky. There wasn’t a guy in this bar that had a girl like her.

Theo moved to Nashville shortly after graduation. He needed to escape the town where everyone knew the mistakes he made. Although it took a while for his friends to forgive him and gain his trust back, he needed to start somewhere completely new and fresh. Originally, he wasn’t planning on staying in Nashville. It was actually just a stop he made while traveling around the country to see what place felt right for him. The night he met Y/N was the night he knew he was meant to stay in Nashville.

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the concept of going out clubbing is fun in theory but when you get there you line up for so long your heels start to hurt and then you get in and you already need a drink but the bar is too crowded and by the time the bartender gets you a drink someone slams into you and it spills so you head to the bathroom to line up for another 30 mins and you finally get to the dance floor but there’s no room to move unless you want to get groped by the creepy guy who already grinded with 10 other girls before you and then the next thing you know it’s 3am and your feet are numb and your make-up is running off and the cab home is expensive and you’re just standing there wondering what your bed ever did to you that you had to leave it