couch guys

It turns out that IKEA is a place where the time-space continuum just…. doesn’t exist. People can be stuck inside there for hundreds of years without knowing it, content with eating unlimited Swedish meatballs and sleeping on those weirdly comfortable couches. One day, Prompt Guy goes to IKEA, only to find people previously thought to be dead browsing through furniture.

Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“Moose?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

anonymous asked:

Being Married to Shawn

  • “I love you.”
  • Shawn still taking you out on dates even thought you’re already married
  • Shawn taking you along on tour with him
  • Not having to be apart as much as you did when you were still dating
  • Waking up next to him every morning
  • Good morning kisses
  • Goodnight kisses
  • Shawn getting along with your family
  • And treating your siblings like they’re his own siblings
  • His family loving you
  • Whenever Aaliyah had a break from school
  • You’d convince Shawn to fly her out to wherever you both were
  • And you’d hang out with her and make sure she was safe
  • Shawn having meetings early on a Saturday morning
  • And you being disappointed because you like to cuddle on weekends
  • But he makes up for it by coming home at 11am with Starbucks
  • Spending long nights in the studio with him
  • Shawn surprising you with weekend getaways
  • “I love that you’re my forever.” 
  • Always being Shawn’s plus one to events
  • Getting a cat together shortly after you’re married
  • Buying Shawn clothes
  • Cooking together
  • Him knowing everything about you 
  • All the scary, hard to love, messed up stuff
  • And still loving you anyway
  • Knowing what he’s like at two am when he’s worked hard all day
  • And what he’s like at two pm on a lazy Sunday
  • Knowing everything about him
  • Choosing to love each other daily
  • Choosing to love each other through all the gritty and hard stuff
  • Knowing that ring on his ring finger is for you
  • And that whenever he sees it he thinks of you
  • Having a sign that was a wedding gift: “The Mendes Family, est. 20__”
  • Wedding pictures in your living room
  • Pictures of the two of you and your families all over your house
  • Your house full of cute decorations that Shawn let you be in charge of 
  • Playfully arguing about who’s turn it was to clean the cat’s litter box
  • Sitting on your kitchen floor eating ice cream at 2am just because
  • Literally just getting to do life with your best friend

anonymous asked:

Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?

this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant

at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.

alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.

but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”

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FUCK YOU - [ JIKOOK ]

Originally posted by gayjikookadi


In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.

Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either.




Jimin had been only three when his mother had told him about soulmates for the first time. He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. That was how clear the memory was.

“Jimin,” she’d said, sitting him down on his bed with an intense look in her eyes. “In your life, you will meet one person who is unlike anyone else. You’ll feel a pull towards them - the first time you lock eyes, you will feel like you’re suddenly whole again, after feeling like you’ve been missing something, no, someone your whole life.

You’ll know them when you meet, but if you ever doubt yourself, a tattoo will appear on your shoulder when you turn five. The first words they’ll ever say to you will be carved into your skin until the day your soulmate says them to you, the very day you’ll first talk to each other.”

Here, she smiled. Like she was remembering something amazing, something special. “And when you meet them, Jimin, don’t you ever let them go. If you lose them, you will feel broken again, and you will lose your will to live and die. Don’t you ever let them go.”

Jimin had thought that the first words his soulmate would say to him would be beautiful and poetic, that the words he would get would be something he could treasure.

Boy, was he wrong.

On his fifth birthday, his whole family gathered around the little boy. On the precise time he’d been born, his shoulder had started to bloom with a numbing pain, just like he’d been told multiple times before.

It took ten minutes - twenty, tops - until the feeling had finally started to fade. That was when he got the courage to glance at the tattoo resting on his collarbone.

“Mom, what’s a boner?” He had asked, as innocent as a lamb, after reading the sentence. She’d gasped harshly, as had most of his relatives, then took a look at his shoulder.

Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh.

At the time, he had no idea what a ‘morning boner’ was, but as the seasons changed and the years passed, he found out exactly what it meant.

And Jimin started to wish that soulmates didn’t exist, so badly that he almost believed it.

Almost.

Because no matter how hard he tried to lie to himself, the truth was that he had the tattoo on his shoulder, and it would never change. And honestly, Jimin couldn’t help hating his soulmate just a bit for it.


***

Jimin pulled the oversized black and white striped shirt over his head and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt left quite a bit of shoulder exposed, and he sighed as he traced a finger over the words. The black letters looked harsh on Jimin’s tan skin, and it made him cringe.

He’d gotten used to the tattoo over the years, but his friends hadn’t. Because of his (stupid) soulmate, he’d become the butt of fifty too many jokes, and, whenever his friends laughed, he wanted to break the nose of whoever would be brash enough to say this.

Stupid soulmates.

Jimin had sworn, when he’d been seventeen and incredibly annoyed after a particularly harsh (but slightly funny) joke, that the first thing he’d say to his soulmate when he met them, no matter who they were, would be a big “fuck you”.

That was what he thought about as he squeezed a generous amount of thick foundation on his fingers and started to spread it on his tattoo. His friends were bad enough; he didn’t need any strangers seeing it at today’s party, which was being hosted but the richest and most arrogant brat on the whole campus. Probably the whole freaking world.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin didn’t know the guy - hell, he hadn’t even talked to him - but he already didn’t like him. He was handsome and rich, and he definitely knew it. Jimin only had agreed to go to the stupid thing because his best friend, Hoseok, had convinced him to. In fact, Hoseok wanted Jimin to go with him so he could hook him up with Yoongi, Jimin’s other best friend. Not an exciting prospect, honestly.

“Jimin, come on! We’re going to be late!” Hoseok yelled through the bathroom door, banging on the wood with heavy fists. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and Hoseok was eager to meet with Yoongi, who would (hopefully) be his date for the night.

“Shut up, I’m coming,” Jimin mumbled, putting the foundation away when his tattoo was covered up the way it was supposed to be. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, glaring. Hoseok knew he hated being rushed, and his roommate gave him an innocent smile.

Hoseok was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white top, a blazer and sneakers thrown on for good measure. Very billionaire-playboy-chilling-with-a-glass-of-scotch.

“Woah, you look good”, he complimented him, and Jimin’s glare turned into a smile. He’d parted his hair to reveal his forehead, and even though he wasn’t the most confident person, he felt good about the way he looked for once.

“Now, can we go?” Hoseok pleaded, with big doe eyes for effect, and Jimin sighed.

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boots. Hoseok watched him pull them on, and Jimin muttered, “Calm down,” just when he was pulled out the door.

***

“Oh my God, I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to puke. I think I look green, do I look green?”

Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. Hoseok had been rambling for the past half hour, while they walked to the mansion where the party was supposed to be.

“You’ll be just fine, don’t worry. He might seem a bit cold, but I swear he’s all rainbows and unicorns inside,” Jimin said, doing his best to pry his best friend’s claws off his shirt (it was a gift, after all). He snickered when Hoseok kept muttering, ‘oh my God,’ as they arrived. The house was a mansion, almost as grand as Gatsby’s. What else would you expect from a rich brat?

As they made their way to the front door, Jimin started to look around. Yoongi had promised to be here; he owed Jimin a favor, which was why he had agreed to be Hoseok’s date for tonight. Otherwise he probably would’ve just stayed home, writing music in the almost-dark as usual (Yoongi’s dream was to be a famous rapper).

When Jimin finally spotted him, lounging near a wall with a stereotypical red solo cup in his hand, he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and started making his way towards the dark-haired man. Hopefully, he wouldn’t move before they got there.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, that’s Yoongi right there, oh my God, he looks so good”, Hoseok repeated the words like they were the only thing keeping him alive. It was a good thing the music was so loud, otherwise Yoongi would’ve heard. Hoseok was right, Jimin admitted to himself. Yoongi was dressed in all black, with a snapback pulled over his eyes, like in all of his rap videos.

Jimin pushed Hoseok towards Yoongi, who had noticed them and was now standing up straight. Jimin winked and gave Hoseok a thumbs up before he melted into the crowd.

He didn’t need to be a third wheel for the whole night. No, he’d much rather spend his time with some good ol’ shots of strong, liver-killing alcohol. Jimin wasn’t someone who drank often, but his choices were a) be sober and painfully alone or b) be alone and roaring drunk.

Not a hard choice, really.

He found his way to the alcohol and poured himself six shots with a smile on his face. Now that’s what we are talking about. He downed his first shot after he found himself a place to sit (he wasn’t planning on being in any condition to stand for much longer). From his spot, he could see almost everyone in the giant room. His eyes skipped over people until he saw someone he really didn’t want to.

The host of the party. None other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

Jimin scoffed. He was leaning back on the couch, girls and guys surrounding him with a girl in a silvery-blue dress on his lap. Jeon threw his head back in laughter.

He downed the second shot the moment he saw that stupid rich brat sucking faces with another student (wasn’t he Namjoon?). He was nowhere near drunk enough to see that. Another shot disappeared, burning its way down his throat.

A weird feeling bubbled in his chest as he watched the two suck each other’s souls out. He couldn’t quite give the emotion a name, but it felt a lot like… jealousy? No fucking way. Jimin almost laughed out loud at his thoughts, downing a fourth shot. They didn’t even know each other.

The rest of the night was a blur, but he was fairly certain he had ended up drinking way more than six shots. It resulted in some awkward interactions with other students, who were nearly as drunk as him, and of course, he had blacked out on the mansion’s floor before the party had even finished. He could’ve sworn he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok get along well. Of course, if your definition of getting along was kissing rather shyly in a secret corner.  

***

Jungkook saw the boy in the striped shirt the moment he’d walked in.

His silver hair that reflected the light perfectly, his plump lips that he bit when he tried not to laugh - every single thing about him seemed to draw him in. He’d come with someone who looked incredibly nervous, was that his boyfriend? His eyebrows furrowed, ever so slightly, and he shook his head. Why did he care? It was none of his business.

Still, his gaze followed him (wasn’t his name Park Jimin, or something?) intently as he navigated his way through the people in the party, until they reached a guy who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than here. The silver-haired male pushed his friend - something Jungkook had just realized -  towards the guy who had been leaning on the wall. He was short, like Jimin.

Jungkook watched Jimin slip into the crowd, the two boys left looking awkwardly at each other. He rolled his eyes. The two clearly liked each other; what was so hard about talking to each other and actually sharing a conversation instead of awkward, yearning glances?

Jungkook tried to find Jimin, but it was like he’d disappeared into thin air. Had he left? A weird feeling of desperation flushed through the Jungkook as he moved to sit on the couch, people crowding to sit around him. He spotted Jimin a few minutes after, sitting alone with a tray of shots in front of him. Jungkook watched him drink shot after shot, and grinned at the cute way he scrunched up his nose after every single one.

Woah, cute??

Time to move on.

Jungkook turned towards the group he was sitting with, mostly to Namjoon, who sat right next to him. Namjoon was good-looking, he couldn’t deny that, but why didn’t his dimples make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why didn’t his smile make his stomach flip like Jimin’s smile did? Would Namjoon’s lips make Jungkook feel the way he felt when he saw Jimin?

That was what went through his mind as he leaned towards the platinum-haired male and captured their lips in a kiss that Jungkook found anything but passionate. He could taste alcohol in Namjoon’s mouth, and it most definitely didn’t make butterflies fly around his insides.

He felt like throwing up when he finally pulled away. That was their first and last kiss, Jungkook decided right then and there.

He bolted up from his seat and headed towards the bar - because alcohol was exactly what he needed to drown his feelings.

All Jungkook could remember after that was downing way too much whiskey, keeping his hands to himself way too little, and getting way, way too drunk.

***

Jimin let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, then let out another when he screwed them shut again. The sun was high up already, and the room  was annoyingly, incredibly bright.

There was an ogre in his head, kicking his brain and making everything tremble as revenge for last night. He almost wished he’d stayed at the dorms, cuddling into a fuzzy blanket while reading a good book. But the feeling of being carefree, being completely weightless, was worth the headache. And the nausea.

Jimin shifted to his side. There was something warm and soft, and he burrowed into that soft something, letting out a content sigh. That soft something smelled really nice, pine and cologne and something else, and he breathed in deeply.  After a few minutes of being comfortable, he heard a rumbly voice rasp entirely too close to his ear.

“Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh,” the person groaned. The way his voice scraped around the edges made heat flood in his chest, like slipping into a warm blanket.

Jimin whined and nuzzled his face into the soft material, mumbling a small “fuck you,” as he did. A few seconds later, the soft something, or someone disappeared, and he hit his head on the cold, hard floor.

His headache split his head in half.

“Ow! What the fuck?” He yelped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he jumped, nearly six feet in the air.

Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of him, all messy dark hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. Jimin’s heart jumped into overdrive.

“What did you just say to me?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward ever so slightly, which made Jimin lean backward ever so slightly.

“Um, ‘fuck you’?” Jimin suggested carefully, playing with his hands and looking at his lap.

“Oh my God,” Jungkook mumbled. Jimin’s eyes turned into saucers when he started to take his shirt off.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed. Moments later, a sigh slipped past his lips at the image of Jungkook shirtless, the sun hitting his skin like he was a god.

And no, it wasn’t because of Jungkook’s toned chest or abs, not even his arms or beautiful golden skin, but because of the tattoo on his shoulder. Exactly where Jimin’s was. Exactly where the soulmate tattoo was supposed to be.

Fuck you.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin snickered, his nervousness vanishing. He traced a finger over the words, curling black on golden skin, and nearly smiled when he felt Jungkook shiver. “Does that mean you actually just said ‘excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh’?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned rosy, the prettiest shade of pink Jimin had ever seen, and he looked down on his lap when he nodded. For once, not the arrogant, spoilt brat. “Sorry about that,” he said, “it must’ve not been a very nice thing to have on your shoulder.”

But Jimin didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about any of that, anymore.

He had finally found his soulmate, his missing piece, and my God, was he beautiful.

“You stupid, rich brat,” Jimin smiled, carefully leaning towards Jungkook. His lips curved into a soft smile, headache long forgotten.

“You stupid shortie,” Jungkook muttered just before their lips met. It was like Sunday afternoons, warm and comforting, but there was a layer of passion, just underneath.

And Jimin felt a hole he never knew he had disappear.




(A/N) Ahhhhh the end! Such a fluffy oneshot i LOVE JIKOOK OK

ALSO special thanks to my babe @yoongsigh for the amazing writing prompt and to the lovely bb @quill-ink for editing this and making it 2356293859857 times better <333 ily guys <3 <3

lisa-in-the-sky  asked:

I'M HAVING THE WORST DAY so I would lovvvve to read stucky "it's 2am and I'm drunk and need salt for my fries and I know you're awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" 😁😁

“You need /what/?” Steve asks the handsome man who has lived across the hall for three weeks.

“Salt,” the man says, holding a soggy McDonald’s bag in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He is tearing up. “I need salt.”

“Why?” Steve asks.

“To exorcise demons,” the man says, then winces. “No, that sounded so much cooler in my head, but I can’t lie to you. I have all of these french fries but none of them are salty. I need salt for them, or else the world may end.” He pauses, then amends, “/My/ world may end.”

Steve gives him a once-over. The guy from across the hall is typically put-together. Steve has only ever seen him in a suit, with his hair slicked back. Now, he’s stubbled, wearing a t-shirt so worn that Steve can practically see his nipples through it, and a leather jacket. He also smells like a brewery.

Honestly? Steve kind of likes him better this way.

“How many fries will you give me?”

The man’s eyes go wide, like this question has caused him actual thought and, frankly, hurt. He groans. “Five!” he shouts. Steve holds back a laugh. “I will give you five french fries in exchange for your salt.”

“Ten,” Steve counters.

The man’s mouth opens, like he genuinely cannot believe that Steve would have the audacity to ask this of him. Steve can barely restrain his laughter. Then he shuts it, straightens up, and nods with firm resolve. “Fine,” he says, “but only because they are getting cold.”

“‘Course,” Steve says, then opens the door wider. “C’mon in.”

He’d feel more self-conscious about the way his apartment looked if he thought that the guy from across the hall would remember this in the morning. As it is right now, he doesn’t feel self-conscious in the least, and is actually sort of excited for his fries.

“So what’s the occasion?” Steve asks. “Why all the fries?”

“My fiancé dumped me for a secret agent.”

Admittedly, that wasn’t what Steve was expecting. “Sit,” he says, pointing to the couch. The guy from across the hall sits. “I’m Bucky,” he says, then adds with wide eyes, “and I’m really sad.”

“I’m Steve,” Steve says, “and I’ll get the salt.”

“Thank you,” Bucky says, then starts to cry.

— —

The next morning, there’s a knock on the door.

Steve opens it, blurry-eyed and tired. “Hi,” he says, when he sees it’s Bucky. “You feeling okay?”

“No,” Bucky says, “but I brought you a present.”

“What?” Steve asks.

Bucky holds out a cylinder of Morton’s salt with a red bow on top. “I’m sorry for last night,” he says.

Steve can’t help but smile as he takes the salt. “It wasn’t a problem, really. Made my night a lot more interesting.”

Bucky looks down, straightens out his shirt. “You’re really chill,” he says. “And I know I’m a mess, but I appreciate you letting me into your apartment and everything.”

“We could do it again the next time you have a break down,” Steve suggests, then adds, “or whenever, really.”

Bucky looks up. “Yeah?” he asks, looking kind of cute and shy beneath long lashes.

Steve shrugs. “Sure,” he says. Then, “But the fry tax goes up if you’re in a good mood. I’ll need my own order.”

Bucky groans, Steve laughs, and together, they empty that new container of salt.

The sound of the doorbell going off was the thing that woke you up, making you blindly reach out for your phone to check out what time it was. “2:38…” A part of you wanted to stay snuggled up in bed, but the other part of you had an idea as to who it was pounding on your door. 

“Y/N, open up!” You let out a soft groan the sound of Niall’s voice before reaching out and turning the lamp on, a soft glow illuminating the bedroom. Rolling out of bed, you grabbed your glasses off the countertop and put them on, dragging your feet towards the front door. “Y/N-” 

“Hold on, I’m coming!” You yawned, turning the hallway lights on before opening the door. Niall and the rest of the boys stood in front of you, all three of them looking as sleepy as ever. “There better be a good reason for waking me up at 3 in the morning.” 

“Here’s your reason.” You couldn’t help but smile lightly at the sight of Harry pushing through the boys with a look of determination on his face, slumping against you once he made it over to you. 

“Y/N!” Harry hiccuped, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and letting out a small breath. “Missed yeh.”   

“He’s only a little tipsy.” Louis joked, stretching out his limbs before letting out a yawn of his own. 

“Why couldn’t you have just taken him to one of your guys’ places? Would’ve been much easier than dragging him all the way to my place.” You hummed, rubbing circles on Harry’s back as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.” 

“He refused to go anywhere but here.” 

“Yeah, but- Ow, Harry! Cut it out!” You yelped when Harry bit down on your neck, bursting into a fit of giggles while pressing soft kisses to your skin. Harry was an affectionate person when he was sober, but when he was drunk, the affectionate and touchy levels dialed all the way up. (You didn’t mind this, obviously. But it was a little awkward having Harry’s hands slide under your shirt while you were trying to talk to the boys.) 

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Liam raised a brow, fighting a smile as he noticed one of Harry’s hands slipped down to cup your bum. You jumped slightly when you felt him squeeze tightly, your cheeks turning bright red. 

“Christ, you guys. What did you let him drink? He’s not usually this rowdy.” 

“I wasn’t really watchin’ him but I’m pretty sure he enjoyed one too many of those fruity drinks.” Niall hummed, shrugging as he did so. “We can help pry him off you and carry him to bed?” 

“I think I’ll be able to handle him. Thanks for taking care of him for me.” You laughed lightly, stumbling backward as Harry tried to push you towards the couch. “Goodnight, guys. See you tomorrow for breakfast!” You were about to close the door when Harry suddenly shot up and turned his head to look at the boys with a sleazy smile before his right eye dropped in a wink.

“…Y/N ‘n I are gonna fuck now.” 

Oh my god.” At least drunk Harry was super entertaining.  

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gif isn’t mine!

Nap
  • Jin : *sits up from the couch*
  • Jin : Ahhh~ I'm so tired!
  • Jimin : *walks in* Hyung I thought you just had a nap on the couch
  • Jimin : Why would you be tired?
  • Jin : ...I was on the couch,
  • Jin : but I wasn't napping.
  • Jinmin : What were you doing then?
  • Jin : well...
  • Yoongi : *sits up from the couch*
  • Yoongi : Me.
  • Jimin :
  • Jimin : I'm not sitting on this couch ever again.
Sleepover With A Pirate- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by d-scendants

A/n This is one of my first ones off of the prompt list so I hope it is good!

Request/Prompt: Don’t know if request are open but if they are please do no.3 from the conversation prompts with Harry Hook xxx I’m obsessed with your blog and those prompts are so good (I’m just happy that you re opened requests!). If requests are still open could I get #3 with Harry hook, possibly Tiana’s daughter as the reader?

Summary:- The Vks (Plus reader, Harry, Uma and Gil) go on a trip together and the reader gets stuck rooming with Harry.

A: *wakes up beside B with their limbs tangled* How the fuck did I end up with your arm around my waist?
B: We are sleeping in the same bed.
A: I built us a pillow wall!
B: Yeah, well I tore it down.

Warnings: Not really sexual material but can be implied and cursing

“Finally,” I breathed out as I face planted onto the couch. Being stuck in a car with the four vks, plus Uma, Gil, and Harry was horrible. They all complained about not having enough leg room and started pushing people. Of course, whoever they pushed would push them back and then they would start fighting. At first it was funny but then it just got annoying. So it was a blessing to arrive at the house we rented out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jay said as he sat on my legs. I shot him a dirty look but didn’t say anything.

“So what is the plan for today,” Evie asked, plopping down on a chair next to the couch.

“Hey guys the pool is huge,” Gil yelled from the other side of the house.

“I guess that answers my question,” Evie said standing up. I groaned as I felt another butt sit on me as Jay got up. I looked up to see Harry’s smirking facing staring right back at me.

“Hiya princess,” He said as he moved my hair out of my face with his hook.

“Harry, no matter how much I love being crushed by you I need to get up so I can change,” I gasped out as he crushed me. He smiled at me and got up. I stood up and started walking only to be pulled back by Harry. My back hit his chest as I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“You know princess, I could crush ya in other ways,” He whispered in my ear seductively. My cheeks heated up but thankfully Carlos came in the room.

“Guys come on,” He yelled out. I quickly got out of his grip and made my way to my site case. It was right by the right door because I was too lazy to bring it up to whatever room I was staying in. I grabbed my bathing suite and went into the first bathroom I found to change.

I walked out and found everyone already at the pool. Uma and Evie were sitting on beach chairs, Mal sat as the edge of the pool, and the boys were hitting a beach ball around. I felt eyes on me and I looked over at Harry and caught him looking me up and down. He quickly looked away when he saw me looking at him. I laughed as I walked over to one of the chairs and set my towel down on it.

“Look who decided to join us,” Uma said with a laugh. I stuck my tongue out at her and jumped into the pool. When I resurfaced I swam over to Mal. She smiled at me and nodded her head over to where the boys were.

“So you and Harry,” She said with a sly smirk on her face.

“We aren’t a thing Mal, and you know it,” I told her sternly. She just laughed and shook her head.

“We all know you guys like each other, just admit it already,” She accused. I thought about lying but decided against it since she was right, everyone knew.

“You’re right, I like him,” I told her as I felt my cheeks heat up for the second time today. She gasped really loud causing everyone to look over. 

“I didn’t think you would actually admit to it,” She beamed out, happy I admitted it.

“Admit what,” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” I hissed out wanting to drop the whole topic. I looked over at Evie and Uma and saw they were smirking.

“Okay,” Harry dragged out as he slowly turned around and went back to playing with the boys. Carlos and Jay had the “I know you like him and that is what you were talking about” looks on there face and then there was Gil. Bless that special snowflake who had no clue what was going on. I think Gil is my new favorite out of the group.

“I hate you,” I mumbled out as I shot daggers with my eyes at Mal which caused her to laugh again. I rolled my eyes and tried to think of a reason to change the subject.

“You know, water is shallow and you won’t drown if you get in,” I said hoping she would get in the water. That seemed to make her uneasy.

“I won’t leave your side, you’ll be safe. I promise,” I reassured her. She nodded slowly and stood up, walking over to the steps that lead into the pool. I took her hand and lead her in.

“See, isn’t this much better,” I questioned her as she visibly relaxed. I let go of her hand and smiled at her. 

“You want to see something funny,” I asked her with a smirk. She nodded her head. I may have been a princess but I got my pranking and “mischief” side from my father Naveen. I went underwater and swam to where Carlos was. I pulled down his trunks and tickled him so he would jump so I could take them fully off. I quickly swam away and resurfaced. I bursted out laughing as he covered his manhood. Everyone was dying laugh and in tears. I swam over to the edge of the pool and got out holding his trunks in my hand.

“Y/n give me my trunks back. Now,”He growled out, causing me to laugh.

“Now why in the world would I want to do that,” I asked as I batted my eyelashes to make me seem innocent.  I started to back away slowly because I knew he wouldn’t get out of the pool.

“Y/n, y/n give me my shorts back. Please. Guys stop laughing and make her give me my shorts back. Y/N,” He yelled as I almost fell over since I was laughing so hard.

“Alright you big baby, here you go,” I laughed out as I walked over to the edge of the pool. When I got close enough I handed him the shorts but before he could get them I pulled away. He groaned in response and begged me to give him the trunks. I decided to give them to him and just as I did I felt hands push me into the water. When I came up I came face to face with Harry. He was dying of laughter and on the verge of tears.

“You dirty pirate,” I grumbled out as I fought the urge to smile. He jumped into the pool and swam over to me.

“I’m only a dirty pirate for you,” He said winking at me. I laughed at his comment and rolled my eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” I told him with a huge grin.

“That may be true but you love me lass,” He smirked.

“Alright love birds get a room,” Jay called out. The whole group started laughing again.

“I’m getting hungry aren’t you guys,” I asked as I got out of the pool. They all replied with yes and yeah and followed me out of the pool. 

“I’m not cooking y/n, you can do that,” Uma said as she walked into the house.

“Okay but be prepared to die form deliciousness. My mom taught me how to make amazing food,” I told them as I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. As I was cooking I heard someone come in.

“Hey Hook,” I acknowledged his presence but turned my attention back to the food.

“Lass,” He said back. He stood there watching me for what seemed like forever before I spoke up.

“Do you need something Harry,” I questioned him as I raised an eyebrow.  

“I need you,” He said smoothly with a smirk.

“Shut up,” I snorted out. 

“Seriously though, why did you come in here,” I asked knowing he didn’t come in here just to flirt. Honestly though, you never know with Harry.

“They sent me in here to ask how much longer the food is going to be,” He told me as he walked over to where I was.

“Looks really good,” He said right behind me.

“I know it does,” I said.

“I was talking about you but the food does too,” He laughed out.

“Whatever, tell them it should be done in like five minutes,” I smiled pushing him out of the kitchen.

~After Dinner/Supper~

After everyone was finished eating and I got a billion complements we decided to go in the living room and just mess around. Harry, Evie, Jay, and I were playing clue as Mal, Gil, Uma, and Carlos played Sorry.

“I guess it was Peacock, with the dagger, in the game room,” Jay guessed. When no one had any cards to give him he had the biggest grin on his face. He opened the envelope and dramatically threw each card on the table. 

“Peacock. Dagger. Gameroom. I. Win,” He bragged as he took a victory lap around the room. I picked up the closest object to me, which happened to be a pillow, and threw it at him. It hit him in the face which caused me to laugh. My laughter got caught off by me yawning. 

“I’m tired so I think I am going to hit the hay. Who am I sharing my room with,” I asked as I stood up and stretched.

“Harry,” Gil said with a huge smile. 

“They brought my special snowflake into this, they went too far,” I thought to myself.

“What do you mean I am sharing a room with Harry,” I questioned them a little confused.

“You are sharing a room with Harry,” Uma said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Can’t I just room with you,” I asked Uma, looking over at Harry for support but he just smirked at me.

“No because I am rooming with Gil,” She stated as she walked out of the room with Gil following behind her. I turned to ask the others but they all quickly said their goodnights and left to go to there rooms.

“Well well well, looks like you are stuck we me darling,” Harry said as he started walking out of the room but stopped to look at me.

“Are you coming princess,” He asked as I walked over to him. We entered our room and I called bathroom first. I took a quick shower and changed into my pjs. When I came out of the bathroom I saw a very beautiful and a very shirtless Harry. I would be lying if I said I tried to look away because I didn’t. When one sees a shirtless Harry, you don’t just look away. 

“Like what you see darling,” Harry joked with a wink.

“You bet I do,” I told him with a smirk, which caused him to laugh. He walked into the bathroom as I laid down on the bed. Before Harry got out of the bathroom I decided to build a pillow fort separating me and Harry. I smiled at the work of art and closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. When I was half asleep, I got woken up by Harry’s voice.

“A pillow fort, really,” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“Yes now shut up, I am trying to sleep,” I mumbled out.

“Goodnight princess,” He whispered out but I was too tired to respond.

~Next Morning~

I woke up engulfed in warmth. I smiled snuggling into the pillow I was hugging but froze when I the pillow laughed. Pillows. Don’t. Laugh. I opened my eyes and saw my body tangled with another body. I slowly lifted my head to see a smiling Harry looking down at me.

“How the fuck did I end up with your arm around my waist,” I asked him.

“We are sleeping in the same bed,” He replied simply. I stared at him like her grew a third eye.

“I built us a pillow wall,” I shot back, he smiled softly at me.

“Yeah, well I tore it down,” He informed me. I hummed in response and laid my head back down on his chest. He tensed up at this which kind of confused me.

“You, um, you aren’t mad that we are basically, what’s the word,” Harry trailed off.

“Cuddling, no why would I,” I asked him causing him to relaxe. 

“I just assumed you would be mad because I thought that you, you know, didn’t like me,” He said.

“Why would you think that? Of course I like you, I would even dare to say that I-I, nevermind just answer my first question,” I huffed out.

“You built a pillow fort so you wouldn’t have to sleep by me lass,” He laughed out.

“I did that for you,” I told him as I poked his chest. After a long pause of silence he spoke up again.

“Were you going to say that you love me? I mean it is ok if you weren’t I just want to know if you feel that same. Not saying that I love you, I mean I do love you but if-” I cut him off by crashing my lips onto hims. He kissed back immediately as he pulled my body up more so he could deepen the kiss. We pulled away breathless and smiling like idiots.

“I guess I should have more sleepovers with pirates,” I said which cause him to laugh and pull me into another kiss.

~Jay’s pov~

I walked over to where Harry and y/n room was and slightly opened the door when I heard them talking. I looked in and smiled at the sight before me.There was y/n and Harry cuddling with each other. I took out my phone and started recording. I left right after they kissed, still smiling.

“Carlos, you owe my 20 bucks,” I yelled out to him as I pulled up the video to show the gang.

A/n I hope you guys liked this, I had a lot of fun writing it :)

Headcanon that Dick all-too-happily tags along on every one of Wally and Artemis’ dates and annoys the crap out of them, but he claims that he and Wally are “heterosexual life partners” and are therefore a package deal.  

Wally and Artemis are trying to enjoy a movie at the theater, when suddenly an arm reaches from behind them and grabs a handful of popcorn. They look back and are shocked to discover Dick, sitting in the seat behind them and sobbing loudly as Bing Bong dies. 

They’re sipping a milkshake together in a diner, when Dick out of nowhere throws himself in the seat next to Wally and exclaims “Chocolate, my favorite! Thanks, guys!” And he drinks the rest of their milkshake, all the while talking about how he asked out Zatanna and is planning a double date. 

On a Ferris wheel together, when out of nowhere Dick drops from the sky and into their seat, squeezing himself in between Wally and Artemis as he helps himself to their cotton candy. “Heh heh, you guys must have accidentally left me back at the bumper cars. You’re so funny, for a second I though you were trying to ditch me ha ha.”     

One morning Artemis wakes up and sees that there’s someone between her and Wally snoring loudly in their bed. She expects it to be Brucley, but it turns out to be Dick, who’s wearing Superman pajamas despite being a 19 year old man and he’s snuggling Wally in his sleep. Wally later tells her, “Oh yeah I forgot to mention, he needs someone to cuddle with after he has nightmares." 

Finally Artemis confronts Wally about it. "Babe, we really need to talk about Dick. Can’t you just ask him to give us some space?,” she asks him one night after a bowling date was unsurprisingly interrupted by their one and only boy wonder. 

“Sorry, but at this point he considers himself an official member of this relationship, hon." 

"Okay, but isn’t it a little strange that he insists on sleeping in our bed?" 

At that moment Dick of course walks into their apartment, dropping his jacket on the floor and plopping down on the couch. "Hey, guys! Guess what, I just booked us reservations at Olive Garden!" 

Wally and Artemis both sigh with exhaustion. 

We’re Not Together? {Tom Holland}

Summary : Tom went Live and his fans were asking if you guys were together.

Words : 900+

Warning :  Fluff?

Pairings : Tom Holland x Reader

A/n : Unedited, this might sound super boring and maybe it is.


“Tom, please shut the fuck up.” You heard Haz said from the other room in the house in Montreal. You looked up from your phone and looked into the kitchen. Harrison was trying to make his lunch and Tom being himself was saying the most random things to him.

Haz looked up from his plate of food and glared at Tom giving him a warning look. As you looked at them a smile found its way to your face as you giggled at their cuteness. Tom shut up and stumbled out of the kitchen and into his room. You just sit in your spot on the couch and looked down on your phone.

For the rest of the days you just sat around in the house with Harrison because Tom loved his privacy.

“Y/n?” Harrison called out. Your head turned to him.

“Can you please go and tell Tom that dinner’s ready?” He asked politely. You nodded your head up and down, you stood up from the couch.

Step by step the music from Tom’s room got louder and louder. You knocked on his door with one of your knuckles.

“Tom?” You said loudly, just enough for him to hear you. The music from his room got turned off as he jogged to his door and opened in. He leaned against the door on his right shoulder, crossing his arms, looking at you.

“Y/n,” he said.

“Dinner’s ready,” you said as you glanced into his room, it was quite messy so you pushed his chest a bit, walking past him and into his room. You started collecting the clothes on the floor.

“Your room is very messy, at least clean it up.” You threw his worn clothes into a small basket in the corner of his bathroom and walked out.

“I will, Y/n.” He walked up behind you, placing his hands on your waists and spun you around. You made eye contact with him, staring deeply into his brown eyes as he stared into yours.

You guys weren’t official, you guys confessed your feelings to each other, but you guys are too scared to ask each other the question.

“What are you doing?” You finally asked, placing each hands on his triceps.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. He leaned down slowly waiting for your reaction. When his lip was an inch away, you pulled away from his grip. Your back was facing him as you balled your hands into fists, your heart beating like a drum.

You heard him sigh in sadness, this was your third time pulling away before he could kiss you.

“Come on, Y/n. You know we like each other.” He said, he was not trying to forced you but he needed to kiss you. He wanted you.

“And what does that make us?” You asked, still facing away from him.

“I don’t know. A-are we together?” He asked hesitantly. You turned your body so that you were facing him.  

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” You smiled at him, he nodded his head.

You smirked at him and walked out of his room, leaving him alone and confused.


When you guys were your eating dinner, things weren’t awkward for you two, but questions were flying around like dust in your guys’ minds. After you guys were done, you went to the couch once again.

“Guys, I’m going live.” Tom announced, walking into the living room where Harrison and you were.

When he started the live, he started greeting his fans kindly. He talked about his day and Chaos Walking.

“Tom’s cheating on Tessa guys!” You said as Tom sat next to you.

“That is not true.” Tom said, looking at you.

“It’s true! Harrison agrees too. Right Haz?” You looked across the room as Harrison grinned at you guys, putting his thumb up.

“See?” You teased, putting your tongue out at Tom.

He began reading the comments, answering fans questions.

“How are you? I’m great, thank you.” Tom read the comment.

“Are you and Y/n together?” He read out. For a second both of you froze. You guys were looking at each other, asking the question silently.

Tom smirked before he asked, “Yeah, Y/n are we together?”

“Nope, we’re not.” You smiled at his phone, liking your answer since he put you on the spot. For a second you saw sadness flashing in his eyes. He looked away from you for a second before he looked at you again.

“We’re not together?” He asked you, you could hear the pain in his voice and in his eyes. Obviously he didn’t get that you were just joking. Your smile faded slightly. Your lips parted slightly as you kept quiet.

Tom swallowed he lumps in his throat, feeling hurt not knowing that you were just joking. He glanced at his phone was again.

Damn friend zone

The pain in his eyes

Poor Tommy

You stared at him with sadness in your eyes, you knew he had a lot of hope to be with you and you just hurt him. You don’t know why you were scared to be in a relationship. Maybe it’s because you’ve never been in one or maybe it’s because people said that it’s painful.

Tom continued to read the comments, being very quiet. It broke you to see him in pain. You stood up from your spot, planning on going into your room. You glanced at Harrison as he nodded his head in Tom’s direction, telling you to comfort him.

Tom slumped into the couch, talking into the phone, still sad. You walked over to him once again, looking down at him.

“Tom, I was just kidding. And to answer your question from earlier. Of course we’re together,” you leaned down, grabbing both side of his face with both of your hands. You placed your lip on his for a few seconds as he kissed you back, both of your eyes closed. You pulled back and walked to your room, leaving him once again but this time he wasn’t confused. He was happy.

His eyes widened as he turned his head to his phone looking into the camera, “That did not just happened.” He smiled. He looked up at Haz and he was just laughing at Tom.

Tom took one last look in the comment, his fans were freaking out.

OMFG

wHAtTTt

THEYRE TOGETHER

(YOUR SHIP NAME WITH TOM)

that was so cute!!!

Woah

UUMM..

WHAT ThE FUCK juST HAPPENED.

You Dug This Grave Yourself, Sweetie

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Word Count: 2230
Summary: The basic plot of Tony Stark’s daughter gettin’ together with Spider-Man behind his back, that I just can’t get enough of…
Warning: Ya girl didn’t edit this (Please forgive me, I promise I’ll edit the next one)

“You know you’re a deadman, right?” Bucky smirked knowingly, plopping onto the couch beside Peter, a bowl of cereal in his hand.

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Living with the bond

Originally posted by twilightimaginesandgifs

Words: 3,892

This is longer than I intended! Set during Eclipse
Part three of the Embry Call imagine
Part one – Just one look
Part two – Learning to trust
This is part three
Part Four - A new wolf


 “Come on, come on, break it up.” Paul laughed as he nudged you and Embry apart and dropped himself down heavily onto the couch between you. Embry crossed his arms and tried to hide his pout at the loss of contact with you. Paul’s arm fell over your shoulders and gave you a squeeze. You raised a brow at him, “Smooth Paul, subtle.”
Paul gave you one of his wolfish grins, “I thought so. I just think that you should spend more time with me. Remember me? Your favourite.”
“Well that’s a lie because Leah has always been my favourite.” You countered and Paul narrowed his eyes and squeezed your shoulder with his massive hand playfully.
“Ha! I told you!” Leah shouted from the kitchen making everyone chuckle.

Damn wolf hearing.

“Why can’t I spend time with my boyfriend?” You whined and over Paul’s shoulder Embry gave you a grin at the word.
Paul dropped his head back onto the back of the sofa and groaned, “Because it’s all you ever do. Even when you’re doing your homework he’s there.”

Jacob dropped down heavily onto your other side on the couch, none of these guys seemed bothered about what they were doing to Sam and Emily’s furniture. He gave you a playful elbow, “There’s a band playing in Forks this weekend, we’re all going, you in?”
You regarded him curiously, “As long as you promise not to sing.”
Jacob gave you a hurt look and placed his hand over his heart in feign heartbreak and Embry reached over Paul to give you a high five causing the rest of the pack to laugh at Jacob’s expense.

So it was decided and when the weekend came you spent the afternoon hanging out with Emily and Kim before Leah joined you and the four of you headed into Forks. The guys were to join you later. They had some super-secret pack stuff to finish up but they agreed that Leah was enough to protect you alone and the girl time together did her well. As the only female wolf, Leah didn’t get a lot of quality time away from the guys and, Lord knows, she needed it.

The band weren’t bad for a few greasy faced teens with ancient equipment, they were playing at a pavilion in Forks park and most of the town had spilled out to see them. Even with the smallness of the town a few food stands and trucks had shown up and you’d all been relieved to see it. The boys liked their food after all.

You’d had about an hour of quality time with your girls when you spotted Bella standing alone beside one of the street lights.
Nudging Kim beside you, you inclined your head towards were Bella was stood and Kim followed your gaze, “Well she looks as awkward as always.”
You nodded, it was difficult not to agree when Bella was stood with her arms wrapped around herself ignoring everyone and looking at the floor. Part of you felt bad for her.
“Billy told me that Charlie’s banned Edward from being in the house since she came back from going off with him and his sister.” Emily told you.
“Fang banger.” Leah spat as she joined you, her second burger of the night in hand.
“Jacob still thinks that he has a chance.” You mumbled, he’d not spoken to Bella since she’d left with Alice for Italy, though you knew he had written to her. It was odd, a few months ago you were desperately trying for Jacobs affections and now you were dating, and let’s face it hopelessly in love with, his best friend Embry and trying to help him fix his love life.
Jeez. Life was strange.

“I’m going to talk to her.” You decided and jumped down from the railing that you were sat on, “Ask her if she’s heard from Jake. You guys mind if I invite her to join us?”
Kim and Emily shook their heads, they didn’t mind at all along as it was only her and not her little undead family. Leah swallowed what was left of her burger and fixed you with a hard stare for a moment before sighing, “Fine. Only because it’s you and Jacob will be in my head next time I phase. Just her though yeah, Y/N? If those leeches come around then she has to bounce, got it?”

You laughed, “Yeah, yeah I got it. Bounce? What’re you from the 80s?”
She took a playful swing at your arm as you stepped off towards Bella, you called her name to get her attention and she gave you a surprised look at her presence, “I’m just waiting for Edward.”
You resisted the urge to tell her that you hadn’t asked and that you didn’t care – barely. Instead you smiled and kept your tone light, “Do you want to wait with us?”
She glanced behind you at Leah, who was probably glaring but that was her default setting, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
You smiled again to try to reassure her, “Leah doesn’t mean anything by it, that’s just her face. And we both know that she can hear me so she mustn’t be very scary if I’m willing to say it.”
To her credit Bella attempted a smile before her face fell again, “No, I mean Edward wouldn’t like it.”

“What’s it got to do with him?” You questioned without thinking.
She looked appalled, like you’d slapped her with your question, “He’s my boyfriend.” She squeaked in indignation.
You shrugged your shoulders at her attitude, “And Embry’s my boyfriend but if he tried to tell me where I could go, who I could talk to or what I could do then he’d get a face full of fist. And I’m his imp-” You stopped just short of the word.
Imprint.
You’d not admitted it out loud yet.

But Jacob must have told Bella because she caught the word and her face scrunched in on itself like she’d chewed on a wasp and she pointed at you as she snarled, “Imprint, right? You think that makes you special? Because it doesn’t, I’m Edward’s blood singer, that’s special, that’s fate. An imprint is basically just lust, it’s nothing special and neither is your boyfriend.”

Violence is not the answer.
Don’t hit her.
Violence is not the answer.
Don’t hit her.
Violence is not the answer.
Don’t hit her.

Your inner mantra failed you. All at once you were yanking her towards you by her collar. The shock stunned her and you tightened your grip on her collar and leaned in close to her face, “Do not talk shit about Embry again.”

Her panicked breath tickled your face and a thought prickled the back of your mind, that this wasn’t you. You weren’t a violent person but you couldn’t release her if you wanted too, your entire body had seized up and your breath came out ragged. It was a cold hand covering yours that brought you back to life.
Emmett.

His hand gently, incredibly gently given that you knew what strength he really held, unfurled your fingers from her collar and Bella dropped back a couple of steps. He ran his thumb over your hand to let you know that he wasn’t mad at you before letting it drop and you let it fall to your side. If it had to be any of the undead army of Forks then you were glad it was Emmett, he was the only one that you liked out of the bunch and before you knew what he was you’d often found yourself talking to him about books in the park. He was incredibly well read for someone who presented themselves as just muscle.
But then you had found out that he was Vampire and chasm had grown between you, one that you both knew was inevitable and one that you couldn’t come back from.

You were scared of him now.

He still tried to make you laugh though, and now was no different, “Now why aren’t you lovely ladies getting on?”
“She just went mad.” Bella snapped, she was pretty brave hiding behind the giants shoulder. Emmett looked over your shoulder than back at you for a moment but you ignored him in case it was a ploy to distract you.
“She was talking shit about Embry!” You snarled, and stepped forward making Bella jump back. Vampire guard or not she needed to stop running her mouth.
“Woah woah woah.” Emmett held his hands out to stop you, “Let’s take it steady now.” He looked over his shoulder to give Bella a look of utter disappointment, “Bella probably didn’t understand what she was saying. It’s hard to understand a bond if you’re not a part of it.”

You accepted his answer but made sure to point at Bella, like she had to you, when you answered him, “Fine but the next time she talks about Embry like that she’s going to be picking up her teeth. Got it?”
“Got it.” He promised and he fixed Bella with another look to keep her mouth shut.

You nodded, happy with his answer and turned on your heel to walk away and walked straight into Leah. You cursed in surprise and her hands found your upper arms to steady you. How long had she been stood there?
That must have been why Emmett was looking over your shoulder.
That was why Leah was your favourite, besides Embry of course, she let you do your thing but always had your back. Even when you didn’t ask her, she just appeared to help people that she loved.
She looked incredibly proud of you and for a moment you felt proud of yourself, you hadn’t had to hide behind Leah like Bella had done with Emmett.

For the next hour you had tried to push thoughts of Bella to the back of your mind but the girls wouldn’t let you, Kim and Emily also seemed shocked that you had such anger in you but that didn’t stop the jokes at your expense. The rest of the Cullen clan had arrived soon after and Edward had spent the entire night glaring at you, after he’d gotten Carlisle to check Bella’s neck from your ‘savage’ attack.
Rosalie hadn’t tried to hide her amusement at Bella getting threatened, she’d even shot you a smirk at one stage, as far as she was concerned it was a conflict between both of you as humans and that was that. There should be no repercussions from her family or the wolves, so she the blonde vampire had allowed herself the amusement.

You were distracted from the undead family’s antics by your phone buzzing in your pocket, you pulled your phone and read the text from Embry, he told you that he was on his way and you blushed at the obscene amount of kissy faces on the text. The girls must have got the same texts from Sam and Jared because they joined the queue to the burger truck with Leah. Kim gave you a thumbs up which told you that she would buy one or two burgers for Embry while you waited with the picnic blanket that you had laid out.

Emmett took the chance, while you were alone, to come over and when you moved over to give him space he sat beside you but he kept a healthy amount of space between you.
“You’d think that I’d broken her neck.” You said and nodded over towards where Bella was rubbing her neck and demanding attention from the other Cullen’s.  
Emmett grinned, “She definitely would be quieter if you had.”
You smirked and you fell into silence again until he asked, “Are we cool? You know, aside from the whole ‘I’m mortal enemies with your mate thing’?”
You laughed, “Aside from that, yes, we’re good.”
“Good,” He grinned.

“I’ve been that angry before.” You admitted and pulled at a frayed part of the blanket.
Emmett scratched the side of his pale face in thought, “It’s the imprint bond. I wouldn’t sweat it, you’re going to be as protective of him as he is of you.”
“Just without the teeth and claws to back it up?” You joked.
“I dunno, I thought that you might grow some claws back there.” Emmett laughed and you joined him. He dropped his arm around your shoulders like Paul often did and playfully pulled you as you laughed and that’s when it went to shit.

Emmett was pushed to the ground, his hands came up to defend himself from Embry’s punches and Jared caught you as you were pushed away.
“Embry stop it.” You hissed, you were in the middle of crowd, everyone was starting to look, he couldn’t lose it now.
He ignored you and went to swing down at Emmet again but Jacob caught him in his thick arms and hauled him away.
Sam snarled, “Go home now.” And Embry complied, dragged away by Jacob.
He didn’t look at you.
Sam shook his head at you and left with the others. They were gone. Even Leah, who had to go because of the Alpha’s orders, had left you sat on that picnic mat surrounded by the whole town and the leeches that they hated.

Emmett walked you home.
Not a smart move usually but you got the impression that he felt guilty about what had happened and that he was worried about Edward approaching you now that the pack was gone. He tried to shield the cracked diamond skin on the side of his face from you as you walked and in fairness you didn’t want to see that Embry had managed to get that angry.

You’d never seen him like that.

You let him stew overnight and when you woke the next morning to texts from every member of the pack and their imprints. Everyone expect Embry.
You sighed and read the other messages:

Paul: I followed you and the leech home, message me when you get back so that I know you’re safe please.
Jacob: I can’t believe you did that to Bella. We need to talk.
Kim: Hope you’re okay, me and Jared are thinking about you. You didn’t do anything wrong, Embry knows that.
Quil: He was an idiot, you were an idiot. Come back and be idiots together okay?
Leah: Can I see you? I want to know that you’re okay. Also, I may have kicked Embry’s ass.
Seth: Please come round Y/N, we want to know that you’re okay. And you need to talk to Embry, Leah kicked his ass.
Emily: You come round whenever you’re ready Y/N. You don’t have to see Embry, it can just be me and the girls if you want to talk. Xx
Sam: I’m sorry about yesterday. I hope you’re okay. Please come and see Embry, he needs you.


Your heart throbbed at the thought of Embry needing you but if he needed you that much, and if he could sense how shitty you were feeling, where was he? He hadn’t even sent you a text. You got up, ate breakfast at a leisurely pace even though your stomach didn’t feel too much up to the task, showered, got ready and headed off towards Emily and Sam’s house where you knew Embry would be sulking.

And you were right.
As soon as you set foot on their property the door flew open and Leah was running towards you with Paul on her heels, your favourite duo as always.  They stopped just short of you and started patting you down for injuries and despite yourself, you smiled.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You reassured them.
Leah pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry that I had to leave you.” She whispered.
“I know that you didn’t have a choice,” You reassured her before giving Paul a hug as well, “And thank you for stalking me home.”
“Doesn’t sound great when you say it like that.” He mumbled.

They stayed outside when you went inside and Jared and Kim both greeted you warmly before leaving. Embry was sat on the couch, it was just you two now and he refused to look at you. You sat on the opposite end of the couch from him, “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
He continued to look down at his lap, “I thought that he was flirting with you.”
His answer riled your anger instantly, “Well you know how you could have known for certain? Ask me!”

He flinched but said nothing.
You sighed, “Should I just leave? If you’re not going to talk to me then what’s the point of me being here?”
“Don’t leave.” He looked at you, finally, and you hoped that he couldn’t see the shock on your face at the state of him. His eyes where dark and heavy, his hair was a mess, he’d clearly not slept at all. Other than that he looked okay, his super wolf healing must have already fixed Leah’s ass kicking.

“I know what I did was stupid, I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
You shook your head, it was much more than that, “No, stupid is breaking something. This is insane. You realise that if you had gone any further you could have outed your packs secret to the whole of Forks? And that of the Cullen’s? You think they’d let a whole town know about Vampires?” You were shouting now, “They could have attacked and killed the whole town! And all of La Push, never mind the whole pack and their imprints because you’d have to try to stop them!” Your voice fell to a whisper, “And you hurt me Embry. How could you not trust me? How could you not talk to me?”

His eyes had welled but you didn’t let it stop you, “Emmett was just checking that I was okay after what I did to Bella, he was trying to make sure that Edward didn’t exacerbate things. Embry I lo-,” you sighed, “I love you, there I said it. But that will never give you the power to tell me who I can and can’t talk too. Especially when you know that I wouldn’t be talking to Emmett unless it was for a damn good reason. Do you want us to end up like Bella and Edward?”

He jumped up and stepped over to your side of the couch, his warm hands found your face and he made you look up at him, “I am, honestly, truly sorry Y/N and for what it’s worth I love you too.”
Your heart cartwheeled and you reached up to kiss him, his chapped lips brushing against yours. Your hands came up to his warm chest, running over hard, shirt clad, stomach muscles on the way while his hands held your face still.
You pulled back from the kiss slowly but he followed the movement and peppered your face with light kisses, your checks, nose and forehead all getting loving attention.
You giggled, “Embry stop it that tickles!”
He chuckled and kissed you more, his hands coming to your sides to tickle you slightly as your squealed and squirmed trying to get away from his evil fingers.

You fell back onto the couch and he pulled you onto his chest, you both settled and you cuddled. You enjoyed the heat radiating off of him and ran his hand up and down your back as you rested on his chest.
“Okay I’m sorry, so why were you talking to the leech?” He mumbled and kissed the top of your head.
You absentmindedly drew patterns on his chest with your finger, “He was trying to stop me beating Bella up.”
Your chest-mattress rumbled as he laughed and you looked up at him to see his face split into a wide grin, he already looked loads better than five minutes ago. “I’m so proud of you.” He laughed.
“So was Leah,” You mused, “I suppose she told you all about it.”
“She did.” He told you, “I couldn’t enjoy it at first because it made me feel like even more of an idiot.”
“No you’re only half an idiot.” You teased and he playfully swatted your hip.

After a moment of silence you mumbled, I’m not a violent person, I don’t know what happened. Emmett thinks it’s the imprint.”
“As much as I hate to say it, he’s probably right. Don’t feel bad Y/N, what you did was nowhere near as bad as what I did.” He told you.
“We’re just idiots aren’t we?” You asked and he agreed with a nod.

“So,” He said after a moment, “How about next time, before I beat someone’s face in, I get your permission?”
You laughed, “And before I threaten stupid people I’ll let you know.”
He grinned and squeezed you with his thick arms as you laughed at the way you’d both handled last night. He kissed the top of your head again and you tickled his abs making him wiggle and try to tickle you back.

Your bliss was interrupted when Sam and Emily’s door slammed open and Jacob stormed in with Sam, Paul, Leah and Quill in tow. Embry pulled up both up so that you were curled up in his lap, Jacob threw his hands up, “She’s going to fucking marry him after graduation. The fucking leech!”

“Jacob, what happened?” You asked and he scowled at you, Embry tightened his grip but it was clear that Jacob’s anger was fresh, he’d forgotten about his anger at you from last night.

“Bella chose him!” He snarled and kicked over one of Sam’s chairs, the Alpha didn’t stop him, “I put myself out there for her and she chose him! Just like you chose Embry!”
Embry’s chest rumbled with a growl, “I’m about to ask you for face beating permission.” He grumbled in your ear.
You placed your hand on his arm to calm him down before setting your sights on Jacob, “Jake you can cut that shit out right now. You know that’s not how it is.”
He rubbed his face in frustration before setting the chair that he’d kicked right and dropping himself into it, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
You shot Embry a smug look that screamed, see talking works. He pinched your arm in response.
“At least you know now Jacob. You can move on.” You tried to reassure him and some of the pack made noises of agreement.

He shook his head, “It’s not over, I know I can show her that it’s me that she wants. I’m going to go to her graduation party, I’ll show her.”
You and Embry shared a worried look but in a few short weeks you’d miss the time when your only worry was Jacob’s hormones.


I really enjoyed revisiting this fic! I’m SUPER tempted to carry on this Embry/Reader through to the end of the saga. It does mean I’ll have to watch the films because it’s a LONG time since I read the books! So if that sounds like something you wanna stick around for then drop me a message and I’ll add you to the tag list :)
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One Week [Pt. 1]

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

“That’s the 4th night in the past week, Chanyeol-ah!” Baekhyun groans as he rolls off the couch. “You guys are like animals”.

Every time you come over, Baek knows exactly where he’ll be sleeping that evening. As of lately, it seems like he practically lives on the couch.

Chanyeol smirks, feeling proud. He shrugs off his roommate’s complaint almost immediately, too happy to even think about spending any of his free nights away from you.

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Guilty Pleasure | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by taestylips

Summary: College au in which Taehyung is an annoying prankster but you’ve always sort of liked him.

Word Count: 8,243

Genre: Smut/fluff/college au

A/N: Idk what this is tbh but it was spurred by a convo I had with @yourcupoftae.

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BTS reacting to their crush being high (College AU!)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

A/N: One of my favorite AUs so I knew I needed to write this. - Admin Jaefairy

Originally posted by simondismydaddy


Namjoon -  Namjoon would be the intellectual stoner so as soon as he saw the gloss in your eyes, he would make space for you on the couch, between him and yoongi. He’d ramble on about deep shit, like jury verdicts and its purpose to democracy, or why flip spinners should be a prescription and not a toy. You’d be amazed at all of the things he was passionate about, your legs over his lap. He’d rub your thighs, and just ramble on. You’d find him dorky and cute, but this was the best way to spend your high. Chilling with Namjoon and Yoongi, having Namjoon giving you special subtle attention. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Seokjin - Jin wouldn’t do weed, but he wouldn’t be against you doing it yourself. He’d watch over you and the guys, giving you a piggy back ride as you all ran down to the cafeteria for free pizza night. He’d stuff his face with you, laughing at how giddy and silly you were high. If he noticed you feeling weird or wandering off, he’d make sure that he was around you and that you were safe. Once you started crashing, he’d be by your side, petting your hair and watching over you till you fell asleep. 

Originally posted by park-jimizzle


Hoseok - After a few puffs, Hobi would be good. He’d let you and and the others pass it around til it was a roach, then ask you to dance with him. You wouldn’t be as awesome as Hoseok, but he didn’t care. He liked taking your hands in his and doing his favorite thing, with his favorite person. Your high would have you floating and if the music turned to something slow, you’d find yourself cuddled up with Hobi on a couch. You guys would talk about everyday things, but being touchy person you are you’d find yourself caressing his arms. The sensation would send a tingle down his spine, and even though his head was kind of cloudy, he’d have to force himself not to kiss you in front of everyone else. 

Originally posted by imonaworldtour


Yoongi - It was hard being the weed dealer on campus, but it was harder watching you act a fool eveytime you were high. Yoongi would be the chill stoner, the type to smoke a blunt and just chill and watch a movie or listen to kendrick lamar and make out. How many times he thought about getting baked and kissing your lips was too many to count. He’d looked annoyed, watching you and taehyung high as two kites screaming on campus and chasing an ice cream truck. It was so hard for yoongi to be chill when most of his friends weren’t. When you two would finally be alone, smoking another joint to keep the high going, you’d ask Yoongi anything and everything that was on your mind. He’d answer, his hands gently petting and playing with your hair while he played humble on repeat. He wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off your mouth and if it wasn’t for namjoon barging in and asking for a dime, he would have taken the plunge. 

Originally posted by nnochu


Jimin - Jimin loved weed as much as he loved hanging out with you. He wasn’t into smoke, but thank god Yoongi taught you how to make weed butter. After a really stressful test you’d go over to jimin’s house and make weed brownie or weed smores and just chill watching tv til they hit you. You’d be cuddle up on the couch watching steven universe and all of a sudden jimin who laugh about something not even funny, and so would you. Being high with Jimin would be an adventure. As you would ride your high some days you’d find yourself at the town pool or just driving to the park to explore the forest, just to see things in a different light. Jimin would hold your hand and point out things to you. (“Oh, Y/n look! That cocoon is waking up.” “It’s doing the metamorphosis shit!” “Yeah, that word!” ) after a long day, you’d both walk back to his dorm and just nap. At first you’d face each other, but everytime somehow you’d end up spooning in his arms. When you were in a deep sleep, Jimin would kiss your head, afraid to even try it with you awake. 

Originally posted by namujune


Jungkook
- Jungkook, like Jin, would probably not be into weed. Nothing against you guys, it’s just not his thing. You were his thing though. When ever you got high he’d find himself being dragged into something crazy with you. Like the one time you took him to to quiet side of the school library to make a blanket fort or when you make pancakes out of cake mix for his birthday. Jungkook enjoyed being around you, even when you were high. You weren’t a sloppy high person, just a little more adventurous then usual. He’d hug you from behind and playfully flirt with you, feeling more open with you because you opened up to him. Even during long college parties full of weed, booze and whatever else namjoon could find, you would sit on the balcony with him and chill. Heads nuzzling into each other, chilling with friends and being a special kind of close you both would be afraid to talk about any other time. 

Originally posted by taehyunglq


Taehyung
- Tae was unpredictable high. He could be on his laptop looking at the weirdest documentaries or heading to the most random places he could decide on. He’d always ask you to tag along, ditching your group to spend time being weird together. Tae would get close, rubbing his cheek to yours, excited to experience something new alongside you. You’d find yourself in chuck e cheese, playing wack a mole with Tae because he wanted to get the Playstation 4 prize for Jungkook. Or at the local park singing Adele at the top of your lungs. Taehyung was so unpredictable that it you couldn’t help but smile wide whenever you were alone together.  

Manhattan.

Authors Note: Au where Harry is a Frat Boy. I don’t know where this is going. It was hard to write though.

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I was never the character to continuously go to parties, get drunk, or even go out every Friday night.

I regularly prefer to stay in on Friday nights, revising for the tests or doing the homework that I’m drowning in.

I perpetually overhear the stories that go around every Monday morning, after some sort of party that sparked everyone’s interests.

I continually hear the late night giggles and drunken stumbles in the hallways’ of my dorm. Every Saturday morning, around two, I hear the laughs of tipsy and intoxicated classmates’ that never seizes to disturbs me from my sleep or my studying.

I overhear the front door to the suit open, an indication one of my three suit mates are subsequently back from class, or shagging up with their boyfriends’ or their boyfriends’ friends.

To say the least, my suitemates are of some character, character that is different to my own. I always listen in on some of the scandalous stories that go on within the suit— they can be great friends’, but they don’t always make the best of decisions.

I narrow my eyes back to the book in my hand that is required to be read for English class, despite its terrible storyline and the fact it is borderline monotonous. For a moment, I am distracted when my suitemate enters the bedroom, a smile painted across her face. “What are you doing tonight?” She beams over to me, directing my attention away from the torturous book in my hand.

“I have a date with Bio, why?” I glance over at her, noticing how she is already rummaging through her clothes, perhaps trying to find something to wear for the evening.

“Come out with me, there is a party.”

“I need to do Bio, I’ll pass.” I shake my head, just as she flings a glittery black dress into my lap. I lift it off my lap and drop it to the bed.

“Bio will be there in the morning, get up. you need to have some fun.”

“I need good grades, actually.” I correct her, her posture straightening as she turns to glance at me.

“Get your ass up, put on a dress and heels, do something with your hair, and put the damn book down.” She narrows her eyes on the book still in my hand, “One night, that is it. I promise you won’t regret it.” She presses, determined to not allow me to pass on the opportunity to go out with her and probably get drunk and have guys hit on the two of us.

With a heavy sigh, I push myself off the bed, my fingers clasping the glittery dress, “Fine, but I want your psych notes, and I want those heels.” I gesture towards a pair of crimson red heels. She raises a brow, seeming surprised by my choice of colour.

“I said get dressed, not to look hot. I am surprised.” She gasps teasingly, my eyes rolling at her,

“I do know how to dress, surprisingly. Now, hand over the psych notes.” I smile, already beginning to undress and pull the dress over my body, adjusting it to fall perfectly.

“Damn, you brush up nicely without a book in your hand.” She chuckles, handing me her heels that I have requested for the night. I grin, giving her a shrug as I run my hands through my hair, debating whether I need to do anything to it.

I mutter under my breath my regret as I step into the rowdy house, parties are not really my thing—neither are Frat parties. I sigh, allowing my roommate to drag me into the house of swaying bodies and raucous noise, music echoing against the walls, laughter and chatter boisterously buzzing.

It takes me a while to settle into the atmosphere of overly enthusiastic and somewhat intoxicated figures, my hand already clasping a red solo cup with some sort of fruity drink poured into it. I hurried away from the vodka shots and settled on whatever it is that was poured into my cup. I assume it is a mix of fruits and vodka, but there is really no telling, the bartender seemed half intoxicated himself.

I glance over as a loud eruption of laughter takes my attention, a group of boys’ gathered around a pingpong table, shouting at each other, pushing and shoving as two of them go head to head in the battle of beer pong. I can’t help but chuckle at the pathetic attempt of the blonde in a pair of light dawn-tinted shorts and a white polo hung around his figure. There is no doubt in my mind that he is already at his limits end with alcohol, and his friends’ are just savouring his embarrassment with beer pong.

I wander closer to the table, considerately amused by the whole group; they appear to be having a lot more fun than the sweaty, dancing bodies in the other room, and they’re the only group of boys that aren’t trying to mount their dick onto anything that breathes and resembles the slightest bit of a female.

“Ah, we have a new spectator.” A guy gestures towards me, forcing all the attention to be focused on me, I shrug and take a sip of my beverage, “Guess you didn’t see the sign?” He comments,

“Which one?” I raise a brow, unsure of what he is referring to.

His mates grow quiet and his mouth begins to move, “This is not a game for chicks.” His sexist comment automatically causes me to roll my eyes.

Entitled, sexist fratboy— clearly a non-intelligent twat.

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