boyfriends at the bar

anonymous asked:

James my boyfriend cheated on me so I dumped him and our mutual friends have teamed up with me to find me a guy so said boyfriend can walk in on us hooking up am I a bar person?

I wouldn’t say you are a bad person just make sure it’s something you want to do not your friends. Obviously you needed to break up with him but will getting with someone else so quickly actually be good for you emotionally.

Cheater

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

When you catch your boyfriend Minsoo cheating on you one night, you find yourself in front of Jimin’s apartment door. But what you don’t know is Jimin has long awaited the day you and your boyfriend went your separate ways.


Originally posted by bwipsul

    Tears blurred your vision as the image of your now ex-boyfriend andsome tramp together at a bar haunted your mind. He had said he was out with his friends. You had gone for a quick trip to the store after he left, seeing as you were out of milk. Since your apartment was right in downtown, the store was within walking distance, so you headed out into the dark city streets. On your way back home, a bar on the side of the street had music echoing through from the glossy windows, the yells of intoxicated men and women flying through the air. You made your way past it hurriedly, but not before sparing a glance through the window to the inside.

    The carton of milk fell to the sidewalk at the sight before your eyes. There stood your boyfriend, standing by the edge of the crappy, worn down pool table, with a leggy, model-tan girl who couldn’t have been much older than you wrapped around his figure. She had an arm around his side, her gaze pointed straight at his face. You watched the scene unfold before you, frozen, hoping he would push her away, or at least show some sort of resistance. But that was not the case. A conniving smirk played on her lips as she seductively scooted herself onto the edge of the pool table, the other players letting out a complaint. But your boyfriend didn’t say anything, nor do anything in protest. He simply smirked back at her, his gaze wandering a little too far south than her face. Your feet stood still where they were on the sidewalk. It felt like all the blood in your body had drained out, your limbs no longer able to move. Not two hours ago the very same man had given you a kiss on the cheek, looking at you lovingly before leaving. You wanted to puke. The milk you had dropped on the sidewalk started to leak onto the cement, a puncture in its side. You stared at it for a moment before tears started rapidly building in your eyes. You turned away from the wretched window and away from that man you used to call your boyfriend and sprinted as hard as your legs were willing to.

    Now here you were, standing against the side of a brick building in an alleyway, tall buildings reaching up to the sky on either side of you. Your hands came up to cover your face as you finally let your feelings consume you, sobbing as you started to slide to the filthy ground. You couldn’t go back to your apartment. You didn’t know when your boyfriend would come back, and even if it wasn’t for a while, you weren’t ready to face him. So you let yourself cry in peace and privacy, thankful that you were in an area where not many people travelled through at this time of night. Eventually, the distant sounds of city life started to soothe your broken emotions. Car horns, the fading noises of dogs barking and the echoes of passing cars blasting music. You let yourself sit there for a few minutes, everything starting to numb over. You knew you couldn’t stay there all night. You had to find somewhere to go other than your apartment where you would be destined to see your boyfriends face again come a few hours. And all the money you had on you when you left, you had used to spend on your abandoned milk. Staying at a hotel was out the window.

    The only other option was to stay at someone else’s place for the time being. Someone you could trust. As quickly as you thought the words, an idea came to you. Standing up shakily from the dirty alleyway, you started walking down the sidewalk.

    The glowing light from the various bright lights on the side of the apartment building shined in your eyes, causing you to squint as you made your way to the entrance. The street you were on was silent, the gentle scuffs of your sneakers on the pavement the most prominent sound. Walking slowly underneath the light, you glanced to the wall on the left, various names with room numbers next to them lining a part on the wall. You already knew where you were going. Your hand twisted the cold metal doorknob to the building, allowing you to enter. Hastily, you made your way through the lobby and up the old, scuffed wooden staircase. Floor 3, room 13. You repeated the words in your head like a mantra as you continued travelling the familiar path.

    A large set of brown numbers reading 13 stood before your face now. Hand outstretched, you moved to knock on the door. But your hand froze just inches away from the wood. You were a mess, and looked it too. Baggy sweatpants hung around your waist, an old sweatshirt thrown on your shoulders. Your hair was unkempt and wild, and you realized your face was probably red, splotchy and tear-stained from the crying you had done earlier. What in the hell will he make of this? You thought to yourself.

    Suddenly, the entirety of the night crashed through you. The feeling of complete betrayal and despair ripping through your heart. Tears started building in your eyes once again as your breath shook, your hand flattening against the door in attempt for stability as you tried desperately to contain your sobs. What had I done to deserve this? You thought in the midst of your misery. Tears ran down your face and dripped down to the floor.

    Abruptly, the door shot open in front of you, causing you to jump back in order to avoid falling on your face from leaning on it. Through your blurry vision, you looked up to see the shocked expression of the only face you were willing to see at all right now.

“Y/N?” he exclaimed in shock as he pulled the door open further, clearly not expecting to see someone outside it. You lowered your head and stared at the ground. The palm of your hand shot up to wipe away your tears defensively. “Jimin…” was all you could croak out as your foot took a step back, reevaluating the situation. Maybe this was a mistake, you thought in your sudden panic at someone seeing this much vulnerability in you.

    “I-I’m sorry, I…” your broken voice mumbled hesitantly, taking another step back. But as you took a step back, he took a step forward. You looked up to see a concerned expression etched into his face. “Y/N, what’s going on? Are you okay?” he said softly. A part of you wanted to laugh, but instead you just sighed, your breath still shaky. “I should just go.” you said finally, turning back towards the stairs. But before you took a step, you felt a hand place gently on your shoulder. “Y/N,” he said, firmer than before. “Come inside. Please.”

    An ounce of the comfort you were longing for spread welcomingly through you. You turned your head to look into Jimin’s eyes, which looked straight back into yours. His eyebrows were pulled together slightly, his eyes the warm comforting chocolate brown that you had always been familiar with. Moving your gaze back at the ground, you nodded meekly. After all, there really was nowhere else you could go. You saw him visibly relax a little before stepping aside from the doorway so you could walk in.

    Jimin’s apartment was the definition of homelike. Not in a grandmother kind of way, but everywhere that you went inside let off a vibe that shouted, safe. It was the feeling one got when they arrived back home after taking a long vacation or something of the sort. You slowly made your way in, looking around everywhere your eyes could reach to take it all in. You gladly welcomed the feelings that accompanied Jimin’s apartment. He entered behind you and carefully sat down on one side of his couch in the middle of the living room, his body turned to face the other end. You shakily lowered yourself on the other end of the couch too, facing him, just like the two of you had done countless times before. Only it was different this time. You curled your legs up underneath you. Maybe if you could make yourself small enough you could disappear altogether. Jimin’s eyes were trained on you, and you could tell he was trying to figure out what to do. You sniffled, staring at your hands. Finally, Jimin spoke up.

“Do you want some water, or anything?” he said softly. You just shook your head, knowing he wasn’t going to squeeze information out of you without you talking to him first. In a weak voice, you simply stated, “Minsoo cheated on me.”

    There was a pause of deafening silence. You looked up to see Jimin tensed, staring at a fixed point on his carpeting. Like a recurring wave, your misery came impeding on you again, having said the words aloud. The tears pooled in your eyes again, already spilling onto your sleeves and the couch below. A sob lingered dangerously in your chest, held at bay by the fact that you didn’t want to lose this much control in front of Jimin, but your resistance was futile. You started crying, your body lurching forward, wrapping your arms tightly around your knees. Through the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin snap his head up from the ground, hurt flooding into his eyes as you cried.

    “Am I not good enough?” you said in a strained voice. You felt a sudden dip in the couch as Jimin crawled over to you, his arms gently wrappingaround your curled up figure as you completely winded out of control, crying into his chest. His arms held you tighter each time a sob wracked through your body. This lasted for what seemed like forever, and you felt the deep ache of emotional pain starting to slowly chip away as you cried yourself out. Even after you started to calm down Jimin’s arms stayed wrapped firmly around you.

    In a tired voice, you croaked out, “I’m sorry I’m such a mes-”

“You’re not.” Jimin shot out before you could finish, his voice low and comforting. “Don’t apologize.” he added softly.

    The two of you sat together in comfortable silence like that for a while, your body calming down after the violent episode. “…You’re perfect,” Jimin whispered so quietly that it was almost inaudible to you. You turned your head slightly to look at him. As your gaze met his, he looked down, and if it weren’t for the apparent darkness of the room you could have sworn he was blushing. Shifting out of his current position, he carefully unwrapped his arms from around you and sat next to you on the couch. You stretched out your legs, grateful for the relief. Though he wasn’t as close to you as before, he was still within an inches reach. You both turned toward each other.

    “I’m sorry…” he said quietly, though you weren’t sure what he was sorry for. Then, he quickly added, “I’m sorry that bastard…cheated on you.” He tensed on the word cheated. You continued looking at him, not sure what to say next.

    “But,” he began again. “I hope…”

You looked at him in question, waiting for him to continue. Then Jimin lifted his gaze straight into your eyes. In a quietly firm voice, he said, “I hope you can get over him.”

    You blinked at him, feeling hot blush start to creep into your face, and suddenly you were extremely grateful for the lack of light in the room. Why am I blushing? You screamed at yourself. You looked to the ground from his face, and back again, hoping Jimin couldn’t sense your sudden skittish behavior. But what you began to realize was his gaze had slowly travelled downwards from your eyes, resting on your mouth. You sat frozen as he slowly looked back up at you with a new look in his eyes. Instead of the warm comforting brown they used to be, they were now shadowed and burning, as if they were piercing into yours. All you could do was sit looking at him like a statue as he shifted, now fully facing you. Slowly butconfidently, he started leaning in to your face, his eyes boring into yours, waiting for you to protest. But you did nothing besides stare back at him, your body unwilling to move. He kept leaning in, as if in slow motion until his lips were close enough to yours that any slight move on your part would cause impact. Your eyes were still locked on his face. He paused for a moment, hesitating before connecting his lips with yours, his eyes closing. Your eyes widened a bit as you realized what was happening at this exact moment. The kiss was urgent, as if he expected you to fade away in any moment. Within seconds, you felt yourself melt into the kiss, your eyes easing closed as you realized how much you’ve wanted this. You’ve wanted it ever since the first time you two met. All of the times you two would hang out together, go out to eat with each other, did you both really think you would always be just friends? Why else would you come to him in your time of need? It all fit together now, as if the last piece in a giant jigsaw puzzle had just been placed.

    As he felt you begin to kiss him back, his confidence grew. His hand came up to gently caress your face as his lips moved languidly against yours. Your arms slowly reached up around his neck, deepening the kiss. This lasted for minutes, hours for all you cared. But it all felt so right. And you couldn’t help but think why you didn’t see that before.

    Eventually, Jimin pulled away from you, his gaze smoldering as he looked at you. You returned his gaze before leaning in and placing your forehead against his. A smile slowly spread its way onto your face. Jimin’s mouth grew into an affectionate smile, his eyes squinting together as both of your feelings for each other began to grow. All of the pain from earlier that day had melted away. Everything that had happened earlier meant close to nothing to you now. All you knew in that moment was that he was yours, and you were his.

valentine’s day // dylan o’brien

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a girl who hates Valentine’s Day

Requested: no

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut throughout

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His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch. Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.

“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.

“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.

This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies. As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.

“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film. “I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”

Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.

“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.

“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.

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  • sirius, james, remus, and lily going to a muggle club one night
  • “we’re going to be in so much trouble” 
  • sirius rolling his eyes dramatically
  • “we’ve snuck out hundreds of times and no one’s ever noticed. I swear, dumbledore is watching us right now with a bag of popcorn.”
  • “don’t worry, evans, I won’t let anything happen to you” james winks
  • them getting shots at the bar
  • “here’s to my boyfriend, my secret lover, and my secret lover’s girlfriend. cheers, bitches!” sirius toasts
  • but it turns out, none of them have any experience whatsoever with muggle alcohol
  • so remus ends up being the one drinking too much
  • “re, babe, slow down there”
  • “sirius, I’m fine. trust me, I know how to handle myself” as he downs his fourth shot of the night
  • james unattractively snorting at that remark
  • lily ends up pulling james to the dance floor
  • him sloppily trying to keep up with her sexy moves
  • meanwhile remus had stripped off his jacket after a few drinks
  • and is showing off his tattoos on his biceps
  • after the fourth shot, he started whispering sweet nothings into sirius’s ear
  • and now he’s trying to convince sirius to dance with him
  • “pretty please, with a cherry on top? I’ll do anything for you tonight”
  • sirius jumping up at that drunken promise and literally
  • tango-ing remus to the dance floor
  • remus laughing his ass off because he’s a happy drunk
  • did I mention horny drunk, too?
  • he grabs sirius’s waist, pulls him in close, and starts grinding his hips into sirius’s
  • sirius’s eyes widen because remus is never this sexual in public
  • but he loves it when remus is dirty and he gives a half grin
  • remus’s eyes fall downward to his lips and leans in to touch their lips
  • they start kissing and remus is gasping and sirius wraps his arms around re’s neck
  • “now let’s go back so you can keep that promise of yours”
Draco as a boyfriend.

I’m so here for Draco acting all tough and distant but in reality being a very cute and caring boyfriend.

“Of course I brought you a jacket you imbecile. I knew you’d get cold, here.” Type of boyfriend.

“I noticed you were almost out of your favorite granola bars so I picked some up.” Type of boyfriend.

“Fine, Harry. I’ll give you a haircut, stop whining.” (He just wants an excuse to touch Harry’s hair). Type of boyfriend.

“I’ll make you a cup of tea every morning and complain while I’m at it but let’s ignore that you’ve never actually asked for it okay.” Type of boyfriend.

A Christmas Miracle // c.h

Originally posted by legomuke

credit to the original owner of this gif

Requested: no - based on this

Pairing: Bartender!Calum x Heartbroken!Y/N

My series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: Y/N has broken up with her boyfriend on Christmas Eve and decides to go to an empty bar to cry - fortunately for her, the unknown bartender is always there to advise her.  

Calum ran the cloth across the table once again. Just a few more minutes till he could leave the bar and celebrate. After all, it was Christmas Eve and the bar was already closing at midnight so he could go home.

The bar was completely empty - a rare sight when it came to Christmas in New York. Every night the bar would normally be filled with people trying to find a soulmate for Christmas or trying to get laid in the Holiday Spirit. The bar was never empty - unless it was Christmas Eve, apparently.

Calum was going home to his family this year. He dumped the cloth in its place and was almost sure it wouldn’t hurt if he left half an hour earlier than he should. That was until an appealing girl with twelve scarfs, two jackets and three knitted mittens opened the door, brushing the snow off her as she tried her best not to fall when hanging all of her clothes on the hanger beside the door. She dragged clear footprints of white snow with her when she managed to get up on one of the bar stools without falling and Calum was quickly by her side.

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Such A Flirt

Summary: Bucky gets drunk and flirts with reader.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: nothin’ but fluff

A/N: here’s a lil somethin’ for you guys. If there’s any mistakes just tell me.

Tony had planned a house party. Not for a birthday or special event, no. He planned a party just to have one and he invited everyone he knew, even Bucky Barnes who he didn’t particularly like.

As soon as Bucky got there he started drinking, wanting to test his limits to see just how much alcohol he can consume before getting completely smashed and it took quite a while but he did it. You on the other hand didn’t drink as much, being for the fact that you had to drive you and your boyfriend home afterwards.

Bucky was leaning against the bar counter, glass cup in hand as he peered out to everyone who attended. His eyes were hooded and a smile was plastered on his face. He was indeed, drunk as hell. You stayed by his side, keeping an eye on him so that he didn’t do anything stupid.

Bucky decided to face a different direction and ended up bumping into you. He smiled then gave you a once over before leaning on the bar counter again, this time with a smirk.

“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing here all alone?” he questioned with his head tilted. You fought back the urge to laugh.

“Just keeping an eye out for someone.” you respond with a nod.

“why don’t you keep your eyes on me, doll?” he tells you, a sweet smile on his face. “You’re very pretty you know.”

A smile makes it’s way to your lips. “Thank you for thinking that.”

“It’s a fact.” he stated. “You’re the prettiest girl in the room. Even more attractive than Natasha over there.” he points to your best friend and you giggle. Is he really flirting with you? You, his girlfriend.

“I wouldn’t say that, she’s far more beautiful than me.” you wave your hand and Bucky scoffs.

“No way.” he says before pausing to take a sip of whatever was in his cup. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, wanting to burst out laughing. “Y/N.”

“Hey, my girlfriend’s name is Y/N! What a small world.” he sighs before his eyes widen. “Oh my god I have a girlfriend.” he then turns to look at you. “I can’t believe I was flirting with you, I have a girlfriend.”

“Bucky-” you began to say but he cuts you off.

“Don’t talk to me, I have a girlfriend and I love her.” he stated with a nod to his head. Just after, Steve walks up to the bar, ordering a drink for himself. Bucky turns to his best friend and shakes his shoulder, startling the blonde. “Steve, where’s my girlfriend?”

You bite your lip as you watch Steve look over Bucky before pointing at you. “She’s right there, Buck.”

Bucky twirls around to you before letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god.” he breathed, pulling you into his arms. “Baby I’m so sorry. There was a woman standing where you were not too long ago and I was flirting with her and I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to flirt with her. She had the same name as you but I like that name better on you than her.”

Now you let out a laugh, shaking your head slightly. Bucky takes you in his arms again. “Please don’t be mad at me, I’ll never do it again. I only love you and I’ll forget about that other Y/N girl. You’re the only one I want.”

“Bucky.” you say, pulling away from his embrace to look up at him.

“Don’t break up with me.” he spoke and you laugh again, taking his hand in yours.

“Let’s go home, handsome.” you giggle, leading the way out while also thinking about how you’ll tell him about this funny moment in the morning.


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Random Kpop List Tag📣

I was tagged by this cutie 👉 @kookscript 👈

Rules: Go to this website: www.random.org/lists/ and pick 15 of your bias/faves.

Mum/Dad: Dean  (a good way to start wtf)

Sibling: G-Dragon (oh great)

Grandma/Grandad: Jackson Wang (why? just…why?)

Haunts you: Taehyung (wyd)

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Jungkook (This boy…I wanted Jimin.)

Your Ex: BamBam (apparently I like boys who dab. “sorry Bammie but Kookie is on a higher level”)

Your Best Friend: ZICO (It’s fine)

Proposed to You: Taeyong (I’m not crying, you are)

Your Boss: Yoongi (He would be a very cute boss)

Random Person You Meet at a Bar: Jimin (Jimin listen…I have a boyfriend)

Rival: Baekhyun (no please)

First Kiss: Heize (gUUUrl)

Drunk and Singing Karaoke: Ten Chittaphon

Played 7 Mins in Heaven With: Chanyeol (Okay…TO THE CLOSET!)

Gave You Your Favourite Dessert: Taemin (adorable Taemin)


Let’s tag: @kpoppabos @minsugakookiee @jeylovestoblog @ourminyoongi @nathanjin515 @featureless-spy @ouijaqueenie @jeonnseagull @btskookiefangirl @randomlazymusiclover @prettyprinceseokjin @colourfulnoodles @meldabae @akiwithepuppy

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

17 and 7 for @barryallen23456

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you fumbled down the stairs for breakfast. You weren’t hungry, but you knew you had to eat for your dad’s sake. “Morning.” You mumbled, digging through the fridge. When you heard no response, you turned to find your dad and boyfriend sitting at the bar.

“What’s all this?” You asked, surprised. It was 9 am for crying out loud!

Stiles swallowed the lump in his throat, his mouth dry and bitter. “We’re worried about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes slid down Stiles’ figure, confused. “What?”

“We’re worried about your health. Mental health that is.” Your dad spoke up, his usually loud voice wrapped with comfort.

“What?” It seemed like the only word you could say.

“You’ve been lying. Y/N, you’ve been telling me and your dad that you’re happy when you’re not. We can see the life being sucked out of you, but you won’t tell us where the hole is.” Stiles said, is voice laced with irritation. “So we took matters into our own hands. We’re getting you help.”

“I don’t need help.” You finally found your voice somehow.

“Yeah well, Y/N, we don’t believe you.” Stiles said somewhat harshly. His tone tore deep into your bones, causing your sadness to shift. Stiles must have read this, because he tore his gaze from you. “I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you anymore.”

You broke down, tears welling up in your eyes as you slumped to the floor. You didn’t want to get help. Without this unwilling sadness, you’d be left numb, and that wasn’t an option. “No. No. No.” Your dad left the room, leaving you and Stiles in a mist of despair. “How could you do this to me!”

“Shh. Shh.” Stiles cooed into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. “I want you to be happy. God, Y/N. That’s all I want in life. I just… I just… I hope one day you’re as happy as you pretend to be.” Stiles spoke into your hair, his tears mixing with yours.