even if he is wearing brown and black

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first of all… 5? this how i know the devil is real… but anyway lets get into it.

5) John at the Graham Norton show. listen..a sweater+a suit jacket (in deep fall colors) was enough but what pushed this over from “i just look this good” to “fry an egg on me” is the hair - the fade, the lineup, the LINE on the side. 

4) The Queen of Katwe London Premiere. I love me some John in print. I love me some John reminding me he’s Nigerian.

3) BAFTAs. Even when he’s wearing classic colors he does it big. Why settle for boringass matte black when you can go velvet.

2)Promoing TFA - random place. The look that changed me. The long coat, the shades, fitted jeans, all black, the way he’s standing, one hand in his pocket, gazing to the side, serving LOOKS. this look changed me as a PERSON. i went from a northface jacket kinda girl to wearing on sale matte brown coats from zara.

1) TFA Premiere. Are you surprised? You’re not. The day he reminded all these regular-degular hoes at the premeire w/him that HE was the ONE. he told us finn was gonna be a jedi with this look. he came into my house on this day to wipe away my tears w/his one gloved hand, slick down my edges, steal me from star trek and i embraced him into my heart as my main. i actually didnt know sw existed before this look and really…did anyone?

nefarious ❖ chanyeol

anon requested: Heyo could I request some step brother chanyeol smut where they don’t get along and are constantly teasing each other (in a sexy way?). One day chanyeol is going through the girls Phone and finds her daddy kink bdsm Tumblr and decides to punish her ;) in turn some kinky sex with spanking and bondage. (Lol sorry this is so detailed chanyeol has been fucking me up lately)

(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

7456 words | smut, daddy kink, stepbrother-stepsister relationship, light bondage (choking, thigh riding, spanking), don’t like=don’t read | velvet

✎ Nefarious: wicked, villanous, despicable or simply Park Chanyeol.

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How To Win A Boy: Fumbling Punk Edition

How To Win A Boy: Fumbling Punk Edition | Dan Howell, local punk, and his friends need a new cafe to hang out in, now that Dan has ruined starbucks for them (don’t ask). So they try out the new family business that just opened up a few days ago… and somehow Dan falls in love with the Pastel Goth kid behind the counter who just so happens to be his waiter. Why Phil seems to think disgusting smoothies are going to win Dan over, no one knows, but… well, they do. | Phan | Teen and Up | PastelxPunk | 8,359 Words

Thanks to @botanistlester for the title, and the fic inspiration, not to mention listening to me talk about this fic for the last 3 hours of writing. I apologize for any typos, but screw proofreading, I really want to post already.

Art: (Dan & Phil) (Mini Comic) (Full Comic)

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As Time Passes

         It wasn’t until Harry was six that he felt his hand start to burn and he knew that the Dursleys had lied to him! The unbearable pain was the sign of a soulmate bond forming

          The only thing that made the pain and the tears worth it, was when Harry looked down and saw the name of the person that was made to love him.

                Draco Malfoy

                Harry traced the letters on his tender skin and marveled at the name. He knew that everyone had a soulmate and that this wasn’t technically special… but to Harry it was. This meant that there really was someone out there that could love him. They might not, Draco could even dislike him. But there was still a chance of love. Maybe they could be friends? Maybe they could be enemies? Maybe they would just be people who pretended to get along? None of that mattered, Harry would take Draco in any way possible. Because somewhere there was someone peering down at their own palm and seeing his name on it, wondering what kind of person Harry was.

                Hopefully, he would live up to the expectation.




                “No nephew of mine is going to be homosexual!” Those words were reverberating inside Harry’s mind as he tried to make himself smaller, even in the privacy of his cupboard. What did it matter if his soulmate was a boy? Didn’t it just show that a boy could love him? Didn’t it just show that love happened in many different ways? Why did it matter if the name was a boy?

                Personally, Harry had never even heard of the name Draco before. Did it sound masculine? Wasn’t his Uncle being a little presumptuous?

                Harry closed his eyes and tried so hard to picture what his soulmate would look like. Would they be a boy? Would they be a girl? Would they have long hair? Short hair? Would they have red hair? Black hair? Blonde hair? Brown hair? He didn’t care either way. The beating of his heart just ached for understanding. That’s all he wanted from his soulmate was understanding. If they could look at him and see someone worth taking a chance, then that’s all he could ask for.

                “Draco.” Harry whispered, tracing the name on his palm softly.




                His entire youth, the Dursleys forced Harry to wear gloves. They didn’t want anyone to see that his soulmate was a boy. Or even someone with such an odd name.

                At first, it really bothered Harry. His mark wasn’t an inconvenience or a hindrance. It wasn’t a bad thing, nor did it deserve to be hidden away. He was proud of the name on his hand. Proud of whoever Draco Malfoy was as a person.

                This was special. The name on his palm meant everything to Harry. It was something that was just for him. Something to treasure. So, in the end, it was okay to keep it covered. The rest of the world didn’t need to know who his soulmate was. They weren’t the ones who would be there. They weren’t the ones who would love Draco.




                Harry found himself caressing his soulmate mark often and usually subconsciously. It was a form of comfort. Every time Uncle Vernon threw him into his cupboard, he would rub the mark and imagine that Draco would take him away from them. Every time Aunt Petunia would send him to bed without dinner, he would peer at the name and wish that Draco was there to comfort him. Every time Dudley and his gang would bully him, he would press his fingers to the words softly and envision Draco coming to help him.

                “Draco.” Harry whispered, eyes clenched and fingers roaming his hand. He wished that he could find his soulmate He hated the idea of waiting until he was older to search for Draco.




                Soulmates weren’t always something great. Harry saw the stories, read the paper and watched the news. Sometimes, even being a soulmate can’t stop the evil that can lurk in some people. Everyone has a soulmate. Murderers, criminals, thieves and everyone in between has someone that was meant for them. The marks don’t discriminate.

                … But they also aren’t always fair. Mrs. Figg across the street, her soulmate died before she was born. His teacher’s soulmate committed suicide. Some people have more than one soulmate but don’t want to share. Some don’t want a soulmate at all and refuse to acknowledge the marks on their hand. Some choose to just be friends. While others despise their soulmate.

                It would kill Harry if he finally found Draco to only to be turned away. The years spent picturing who his soulmate was couldn’t have been a waste. It couldn’t. What kind of justice would that be? He hoped beyond hope that somewhere Draco was of the same belief as him.

                Please let him want me.

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librarian || b.b

Relationship: Librarian!Bucky x reader

Summary: You can’t help but slowly develop feelings for librarian Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none!!!!!!

Word Count: 977

A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go

Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work. 

Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face. 

Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.

You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit. 

“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper. 

“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.  

You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest. 

“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips. 

“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual. 

Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.

He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress. 

Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends. 

You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory. 

“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things. 

You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone. 

You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place. 

It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh. 

You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building. 

“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features. 

Tonight felt different. 

Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers. 

“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing. 

“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words. 

“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth. 

His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself. 

“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.

Smells Like Teen Spirit

A/N: Okay, here it is! My Bad Boy!Shawn blurb/imagine/one shot. I don’t know if I should turn this into a series but I am feeling this concept. How about you?

Oh and I also didn’t know what to call this so I went with a Nirvana song title because why not? 

Tears spill out of her eyes, making her vision blurry as she runs up the stone stairs.

The bell tower is the highest point on campus and she curls her fingers around the black balustrade, breathing heavily as soon as she stands near the ledge, overlooking the university buildings and city lights.
She had to get away from it all. Sometimes the natural reaction to a disturbing event is flight.
And that’s what she is doing. Fleeing.

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4 Jikook Soulmate AUs

1. Hair Woes

*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.

*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas. 

*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing. 

*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being. 

*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first. 

*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”

* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all. 

*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up. 

* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”

*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts. 

2. Complete the Heart

*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said. 

*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately.  His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist. 

*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”

*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be. 

*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”

*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”

*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life. 

3. Mental Link

*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung. 

*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary. 

*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it. 

*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early. 

*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?

*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly. 

*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again. 

*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy. 

4. Red Strings

*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate. 

*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.

*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good. 

*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off. 

*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down. 

* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate. 

*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.

*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side. 

*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes. 

AU where Bucky gets a service dog.

It was Sam’s idea. Him being the most qualified on the areas of rehab for former soldiers after all. Although Bucky might be the worst case of PTSD anyone had ever come across. Bucky could handle himself just fine during the day. He had been hard wired to deal with anything and everything no matter the pressure. A lot of things would make him tense suddenly. Certain situations sent him into red alert for no reason. He grits his teeth. He handles it. He tells no one.

The nightmares however, were becoming a serious problem. Several months of sleep deprivation can wear down even the toughest of super soldiers, and Steve starts to take notice.

They visit a training center to meet several rehab dogs looking for partners. The slight tug of a smile on Bucky’s face as he meets them is worth the visit by itself. He chooses a huge black lab. It’s a big bear of an animal with a tail that could clear a coffee table in seconds, and yet it’s so gentle and patient.

They pick up an extra large dog bed on the way home, but one look in those liquid brown eyes and Bucky instantly lets the giant lab join him on the bed.
Maybe it’s knowing that someone with even sharper ears than him is in the room to let him know if danger is coming. Maybe it’s just the big warm body and that slow, deep, breathing that is so calming. Maybe it’s just having a friend nearby, but for the first time in a long time, Bucky finally sleeps all the way through the night.

December’s Bareness [YKH] (M)

↠ kihyun x f!reader, 16.7k, protecting yourself isn’t easy, but protecting the ones you love is harder
smut (face riding, mentions of other stuff), mentions of death and other mafia stuff, part of my mafia!au collection (pls check my masterlist)

“But let me set one thing straight. I can’t live without you. I’ve barely been sleeping because I don’t know if you’re okay. I won’t live with myself if you’re hurt, and you can bet your ass I will be looking out for anyone who could have touched you. Innocent or not. I will hunt them down until I know you’re okay. Please. Please. I just want to know you’re okay.”

Originally posted by monstaxscenariosx

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Monsta X as neighbors


•  rolls in on his scooter at like 2 in the morning every night, probably always waking you up
•  you’d think he was all badass, going to parties and staying out and everything…but he babysits dogs when their owners are away
•  and he’d tell you that one morning when you found him trying to get in your apartment bc he mistook it for his “are you sleepwalking lmao”
•  probably offers to cook you breakfast on the weekends if you’re not busy
•  bonus if you actually had a dog, he’ll give you discount and you’d have the pleasure of watching him being all cute and kissy with your pup


•  has knocked at least 17 times on your door, asking if you had any Ramen
•  even if you’re like “no……same answer as the last 16 times” he’s still like “ok well I have some, wanna come over?”
•  but it’s so fun flirting with him tbh he’s hilarious plus he always has expensive ice cream in his fridge that he’s willing to share if you came over
•  one time you found him flirting with your other neighbor when you came down the stairs “gasp, we’re you just hitting on timothy…I thought we had something special”
•  has a new hairstyle every time you see him 


•  introduces himself on like the first day of moving in, with a box of cookies and the whole shebang
•  way too cheerful and loud in the mornings but his energy rubs off on you and you can’t help but smile when you pass him in the hallway or the elevator
•  offers to go jogging with you on weekday mornings and have a late brunch
•  sometimes he comes over without any warning and makes himself a cup of tea while you’re cooking
•  has all the latest gossip on everyone in the building/street so you’re always scandalized


•  you probably heard about him before you even met him
•  “oh my gosh I heard he’s such a player tho” “did u see him blowing kisses at my dog???” “He looks like the type of guy to pour his milk before the cereal” look he’s just a dork
•  you always see him carrying brown paper bags for his groceries
•  retro 70s/80s music can heard from his door every Monday morning but you should probably not ask
•  has way too many plants and cacti in his apartment…..if you’re ever lucky to get invited inside to see


•  people would think he’s some sort of celebrity when he moved in next to you
•  always wearing blacked out shades and long pea coat even when it’s like 90 degrees at night
•  won’t even spare you a glance unless you’re carrying a new issue of his favorite magazine or you just smelled really nice “is that the new dior?”
•  once you have the privilege to step inside his abode, it’s like yall are besties and he’s sharing his favorite non-gluten recipes with you
•  gives everyone a stank look if if they stepped on his ‘welcome, bitch’ mat with their dusty shoes


•  does he even have hair on his head, why he always wearing a snapback ??????
•  brings his homies over every other night and it’s so loud, you can see like 3 or 4 more people sneaking in his door every few minutes
•  when you decide to finally give him a piece of your mind,  he’s like “bro come turn up its lit!!!! I got jello shots :’)))”
•  yeah ngl his parties are always lit and he plays the best music plus no one has any complaints bc they’re always at his place anyway
•  friends with the local pizza shop and has free deliveries if the manager is invited


•  an upstanding citizen, you’ve even seen him helping old people cross the street and save a fat pigeon from being run over by some kid’s skateboard
•  usually has his face buried in a book when the elevator is crowded, but you can bet he’s listening on everyone’s conversations
•  one time you caught him looking at your texts with your friend and it was just full of memes
•  that’s when he introduced himself…..I mean he kinda had to bc he couldn’t stop snorting at your sense of humor
•  has like 10 stray cats and cool lizards in his place “please don’t tell the landowner, I just couldn’t help myself :(”

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A Proper Man - Fp Jones x Reader

REQUEST - ‘Since I too love FP I’d love a one shot where you see him standing at the bar while you’re out with friends and you flirt with him until he asks if you want to get out of the bar with him and then just take the story however far you want. :))’
WORD COUNT - 3,869
A/N - So this is actually my first ever one shot. I write a few fan fiction stories, but I’ve never written a one shot, so I really hope it’s okay and someone like it at least. My requests for more one shots are open, so if you want something written then drop me a message! I’ve got more coming though so watch this space and enjoy this one xx

It was a Saturday night. One of the more busiest times for night owls to flock to the party scene for a fun filled night. The bar on the South Side of town had always been a rowdy place most nights of the week and from anywhere after noon. 

The Whyte Wyrm in particular on a Saturday hadn’t been this loud since before the summer had started. But tonight a group of girls from a neighbouring town had been passing through on a bar crawl and they were definitely having much needed celebrations. 

As soon as the door swung open and the sound of high heels coming down the steps towards the main area of the bar, it was almost like every male attention flocked their heads round to look at the group of seven girls approaching the bar side. They were talking loudly, some even cheering and laughing highly, wanting to continue on their fun for the night.

One in particular was already being held up by two other girls beside her, a plastic faux sparkly tiara sat on her head, whilst a band was draped over her shoulders saying ‘Bride To Be’ and it matched with the other girls who had the word 'Bachelorettes’ across theirs.

It was a Bachelorette party. A group of girls giving their friend the ultimate send off before she went on her merry way to married life. Although one girl in particular wasn’t so thrilled her friend, the bride to be was already near enough drunk and this was the third bar they had arrived to.

“Hey, easy, easy.” You said trying to steady your friend onto the stool she was now struggling to get up onto.

“Oh relax! Let’s have some more drinks.” The bride suggested in an excited tone, before a chorus of excitement and cheers followed around her friends.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that this night was suppose to be about fun and your best friends last night of freedom, but all you kept thinking about was how glum you felt inside and how you didn’t really want to be there right now.

No matter what you tried to do, whether that was distracting yourself with drink or looking out for your friends, you couldn’t shake off this feeling and it was getting you down for feeling so selfish right now, but you had your own reasons.

“Maybe we shouldn’t stay here too long,” You found yourself saying as another one of your friends handed you over a shot glass, “you know what they say about this side of town..”

“Oh c'mon! Where’s your sense of fun gone?!” The bride turned to face you with raised brows.

“Yeah, this is suppose to be the bride’s night, she’s the only one who is allowed to get miserable about saying goodbye to the high life.” The other friend said, as you took the shot from her.

“She’s right you know,” You heard a voice say from behind you, before you spun your head round to look at the mysterious stranger, “but what do they say about this side of town?”

You felt your stomach drop slightly as you came face to face with a man, a handsome man if that, wearing a black t-shirt and matching leather jacket, whilst a pair of jeans hung around his waist and the same coloured boots covered his feet.

He had a light layer of stubble growing over his masculine face, his dark brown eyes burned into your own, almost like if you ever so much dared to look away, he would entice you straight back in, but like you would even dare to look away now, when you even had the urge to reach across and run your fingers through his dark messy hair.

“Uh, you know..” You tried to form some kind of explanation, but the way this man was looking at you and the vibe he was giving off, he made you feel nervous to even speak the truth, in more ways than one.

“She’s just not drunk enough yet, right girls?” The other friend stepped in, as there was another chorus of cheers from their group.

“Well, I should buy you all another round.” The man offered, leaning across and informing the bartender to get the girls some more drinks.

The bride to be nudged your side, giving you a smirk and a suggestive look, before she hit her shot glass into your own and the both of you knocked back the strong liquid. Once you laid the glass back down, your eyes trailed back over to the man, his eyes also coming over to meet you, where he gave you a knowing look.

What was with this man?

Not only was his damn attractive and left you lost for words for the first time in your life, but he also brought over this uneasy feeling that you couldn’t even work out. Part of you felt on edge to find out what he really wanted and what he was up to. There was no doubt he was from around here, it wasn’t just him asking about what she thought about his side of the tracks, but it was the way he dressed and the way he acted what gave off warning signs.

But it was like you didn’t want him to back down either. This excitement mixed with the nervous feeling was one you hadn’t felt in a very long time. The way he kept looking over at you and hadn’t left your gaze was lighting something inside of you that you didn’t know would ever come back.

As the next tray of shots got brought over, you went over to reach one to calm your nerves, knowing the girls were right and that you did need to loosen up, as well as control yourself around this mysterious man, but another hand stopped you from going any further.

“Here,” He said handing you over a drink, his fingers grazing over your own as you went to take it from him, “let your friends know that the drinks are on the bar for you all tonight.”

You frowned back at him in confusion, his offer almost too surprising, “Wait, are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s rare we ever get a pretty bridal party come in here. So I’d like to keep you happy enough to stick around and no doubt you’ll be doing me a favour also by pulling in more customers.” He explained to you, like it really was no big deal.

“Uh,” You looked around the room, seeing that it was still mainly male dominated in here, before your eyes fell back on the over generous stranger, “thanks I guess.”

“No problem,” He nodded back at you, before turning back to the other girls, “enjoy your night ladies.”

He was moments away from slipping back past you and disappearing off into the midst of the bar, when your best friend, the said bride to be, turned to him and grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “No, where are you going?”

“Uh,” He looked down at her hand on him and then back over to you, “I was going to leave you to it..”

“No. You should stay,” The bride smirked, before looking over at you suggestively, “shouldn’t he?”

“Uh,” You found herself lost for words again, frowning at your friend in confusion, before you looked at the man himself, “I guess if you want to..”

“Of course he does! How could he resist so much female attention?” Your other friend added from behind the bride.

“I guess I could sit and have one drink with you all.” The man concluded, as he hopped up onto the bar stool beside you and ordered himself a beer.

Leaning over to your best friend, you grabbed her attention and gave her a pissed off look, “What are you doing?”

“Relax. It’s ok. He’s just having a drink with us. No problem, is it?” Your friend smiled lightly.

“Uh,” You frowned a little deeper, “we don’t even know him..”

“No, but you’re going to get to know him, aren’t you?” The bride changed her smile into a smirk, before she tapped the stranger’s arm and began to get into conversation with him, leaving you nothing else to do than listen from beside her.

What was she playing at?

Could they really trust this guy?

And why was she being made to get to know him out of all of them?

Not that drunk her would mind getting to know this hot stranger but still.
But as you found yourself drinking more from the bar, finding out more about said mysterious man from your friends constant questions and accusations, you didn’t quite mind having this guy around for company, it was entertaining at least and nothing you could have imagined would have happened.

Plus he was pretty damn good to look at also. His eyes were what really couldn’t tear you away. They were just so good to look at. His mannerisms also sent you over the edge nearly. Especially when his leg brushed up against your own bare one of a few times where your dress didn’t quite reach. It was getting a little hot in the bar. Or maybe it was just the booze in your system. Or the guy beside you who was giving you serious vibes that he could have potentially wanted you.

“I-i-i just need the ladies room,” The bride to be announced a little while later, as she looked between the man and you, “I’ll be back. Keep him entertained whilst I’m gone.”

You gave her a look once again that night, as you helped her get down from the stool and your other friend headed to the restroom with her in her drunken state, as you nervously turned back round to face the man you had been left with.

“She’s a right fire cracker that one.” The man remarked, as he knocked back some of his beer.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head with a small smile, “she is. I’m surprised she is still standing to be honest.”

“Well, I’m sure you will look after her, right?” He looked over at you.

“Yeah, of course.”

Turning your head away from him slightly as a silence came over the two of you, you began to swirl your glass around slowly, watching the ice cubs move around the liquid as they began to melt in the heat, wishing your friends would hurry back so you wouldn’t have to be left alone with him for much longer.

You were way out of your depth right now.

Or at least this new closed up and less fun you was. If it had been two years ago, you would have been all over this man and just giving into your attraction to him, but too much had happened lately that you just weren’t ready.

“Do you have anyone to take care of you?” The man asked you, pulling your attention out of your thoughts and away from the glass.

Slowly turning back to face him, you frowned in confusion, “W-what do you mean?”

“You know, do you have anyone to take care of you?” He repeated.

“What like on nights out or?” You presumed with raised brows.

“No,” He smirked lightly, as he leant a little closer, “I mean back home. Is there someone going to be waiting up for you?”

You felt your heart sink at his question. Your mind flooded with past memories and feelings. As you went to open your mouth to speak, but no one words come out, almost like it was too soon to admit to the outside world that things weren’t the same anymore.

“Apart from her annoying older sister, no she won’t have.”

Flinging your head round to behind you, you saw your best friend jump back up onto the bar stool in her drunken manner and turn to face the man, he looked back over at you and then on her with a small nod.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded an explanation, as to why she thought she could just swim back in and talk to for you.

Ignoring your question on her, the bride leant back over to the man more and continued on, “see, just last weekend, my best friend here, she got dumped by the guy she should have dumped in the first place. Her stupid high school romance came to an end after however many years of lies and cheating on the guys half, my best friend here finally got away from the douche we all grew to hate,”

You went a death glare over to your bestfriend, feeling your chest tighten as you let your best friend ramble on and exploit your secret heartbreak to this man, who probably didn’t even want to hear it right now.

But you couldn’t even speak up for yourself. You didn’t even know how. Because the heartache was still raw. It hadn’t even healed yet. You didn’t even know where to start to heal the heartache.

“So if you’re wondering why she has been so grouchy and over sensitive tonight it is because of him, it is because of that lying cheating bastard that my best friend is just not her usual fun, easy going and adventurous self tonight.” She finished, before turning to you and rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You never turned your head back to look at the man on the other side of you. One because you were glaring at your friend for exposing something so personal and private to a guy who probably didn’t even care in her drunken state, but also because you felt nervous of his reaction, almost like you presumed he would mock you or take advantage of the situation.

“Is that so?” You heard him say.

The bride to be rolled her eyes over to you, almost like she was hinting for you to speak up and defend yourself, but when you didn’t and kept silent, she nodded back at the man with sad look.

Before she had the chance to go on more about how this waste of a space ex had destroyed your life and confidence, a song came over the speakers that made the bride to be and her friends around her widen their face in excitement, before they all began to jump off their stools.

“Oh my god! This is my song!” The bride exclaimed excitedly, as you sighed lightly, really in no mood to go and dance right now.

You just wanted to go home. Or just anywhere away from the party scene. You needed a break. You needed time to process what was going on and the life you were living now.

The other girls began to drag the bride away from the bar, wanting them to go off and let loose, but the bride was clinging to your hand, “Come on. Let’s go and have some fun.”

“She can stay with me,” The man offered, noticing your lack of enthusiasm to go off and be with them, “it’s all good here.”

You turned your head to face him for the first time since your best friend had informed him the reasons behind your grouchiness. His eyes met with yours once again and your stomach flipped at the look he was giving you. You couldn’t even explain what it meant. But it almost made you feel assured that it would all be ok. That you were safe with him here. That you could have that much needed break.

The bride rolled her eyes back onto you with a small smile, before you nodded in acceptance of the guys offer, “Go on.”

Squeezing your arm back excitedly, the bride and the group of girls you called your friends hurried over to go dance, leaving you and the mystery guy alone for the rest of the time being, causing your nerves to start bumping around your body again.

“Was what she said true?” The man asked you once they had gone.

“What?” You looked back nervously.

“About your ex? The high school romance?” He questioned further.

“Uh yeah,” You nodded, before clearing your dry throat, “it’s all true.”

“That’s the thing about high school romances, they never last,” He continued on as he watched you take a sip from your drink, “what you really need is a proper man.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your own head when you heard him say this, you had to put your now empty drink down and shake your head, having to remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming and the ridiculously attractive mysterious man had just said that.

“A-are you hitting on me?” You found yourself asking for clarification.

Would it be bad if I was?“ He asked, before he turned to face you more, "why else do you think I’ve been sat here for so long listening to your best friend drunkenly ramble on? I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

“To show up?” You frowned back in confusion. “I’ve been here all along.”

“The real you,” He answered with a small smirk, “the one before all the ex drama.”

If you had been sober, you would have probably kicked the guy in the crotch and stormed off out of there for what he was saying. But right now. This guy wanted you. And had only been sat here because of you. This was the most attention you had from a male in weeks, months, maybe even the past year, your past relationship never being this thrilling and exciting.

“I guess she’s just not coming out to play tonight.” You remarked.

“Guess I’ll just have to try a little harder then, won’t I?” He kept his gaze on you.

“Guess you will..” You found yourself flirting back, as you leant across and took his beer from him.

He watched you with excitement as you brought the bottle up to your lips and took a large swig from the booze, finishing off his bottle and going to order you both another round of drinks, wanting to listen to the other side of you that was just telling you to just chill out and be the girl you were before all the hurt.

Because was the girl your friends knew and loved, the girl you were before all the drama with your ex, the girl who this guy beside you wanted to see and get to know, the girl you were suppose to be and knew deep down you could be again.

And that’s what happened.

The drinks flowed. As well as a conversation about absolutely everything. The South Side. The bar they were in. The job you held back home. You even found out his name. FP was all he told you. You knew it had to stand for something. And when he did tell you. You couldn’t help but laugh that such a dark character had such a formal name.

“You know, I really do think she has come out to play.” Fp leant over to you, the gap between you two not even a gap anymore from how many times you had grown closer over the night.

“You think so?” You ran your tongue over your lip teasingly, before looking back at him, “I don’t think she quite has yet..”

“Oh really?” He smirked, leaning away slightly and laying his beer down.

“Yeah. But I do think she is ready to show you the real side of her.” You found yourself saying, a daring twinkle in your eyes.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Fp asked you, laying his hand on your knee.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smirked, as you turned your head round to look at your friends still dancing hours later, before you hopped off the stool and waited for Fp to join you.

Fp lead you through the back entrance of the bar and out into the parking lot, before he got one of his more sober friends to give him a ride back to his place.

You felt the waves of excitement and nerves hit you as you sat in the back of the vehicle, Fp beside you his hand resting on your knee as he stared out of the window watching the night sky roll by.

With in only five minutes, the car came to a stop outside a trailer park not far from the bar. It looked run down and the type of area your parents would warn you about when you were a kid. The exact feeling you had when you had first saw Fp come over to you and your friends at the bar.

But now you had got to know the guy more and had drink running through your veins, you didn’t care less where this guy was from or what he would be doing the next day, because you knew come tomorrow you and Fp wouldn’t even cross paths ever again.

This was a one night thing.

Going over to his trailer, he unlocked the door and headed inside, you followed behind him and entered the untidy yet still cosy trailer. You didn’t even have a moment to breathe or even step further inside the place, when Fp crashed his lips onto your own and pushed you up against the now closed front door.

You found yourself sighing heavily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist as yours came round his neck. Your lips moving in synch hungrily and passionately, the taste of booze lingering in both of your mouths, as things began to heat up between the two of you.

Fp shrugged you out of your jacket and his own, before your hands found themselves under his t-shirt, touching his warm bare back and his own were tangled through your hair. This man certainly knew how to kiss a woman, so much so that the excitement in your belly kept growing, thinking about how much pleasure he really could give you.

Between many kisses, touches, thrills and groans, the two of you crashed back down onto the couch inside the trailers small living room. Your breathing heavy as you felt Fp press a light kiss into the back of your neck and you were moments away from rolling back over to kiss him again, when you  heard your cell phone began to ring throughout the quiet home.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed hold of your withdrawn garments and pulled them on, before going over to your jacket just as it finished ringing. Seeing that it was one of your friends calling you, probably wondering where the hell you were, you went to type out a text back to them to assure them.

“You think your friend will be happy that you got to know me tonight?” Fp asked from the couch with a smirk.

“Yeah I think so,” You returned the gesture, as you slipped your phone back away and finished getting dressed, “uh and thanks for showing me what a proper man is like.”

He turned his head to look back up at you with an amused expression, “You’re most welcome.”


pairing: harry potter x daphne greengrass

setting: canon au

Harry is fourteen, and Daphne Greengrass is nobody.

She’s in a floaty, pastel colored dress—blush or mint or lavender, he doesn’t really notice—and she’s dancing with Nott, spinning around in a tight, gracefully calculated circle, her hair a gleaming wave of perfectly smooth, meticulously styled cornsilk; and she has freckles, maybe, and blue eyes, no green eyes, and she’s slender in a way that looks like it takes effort to maintain, her cheeks the slightest bit too sharp, her ankles the slightest bit too flimsy; and she’s giggling conspiratorially with Parkinson over by the punch bowl and she’s whispering encouragingly to Bulstrode out in the gardens and she’s smiling shyly, no, slyly at one of the older boys from Beauxbatons, letting him kiss her hand and tuck a winter white rose behind her ear, and Harry’s never spoken to Daphne Greengrass before, has never even thought of speaking to Daphne Greengrass before, but—

But he thinks about it, then, fleetingly.

Just for a moment.

Harry is seventeen, and Daphne Greengrass is nobody.

She’s in an anonymous lineup of dusty, mud-spattered Slytherins, tie loose and blouse shredded and skirt singed all along the hem, the holes in her tights ranging in size from pebbles to sickles to fists; and her is cut in short, bluntly messy chunks, right under ears, and there’s a delicate, heart-shaped locket hanging from a silver chain around her neck, and her lips are dry and cracked and trembling as her gaze flicks frantically from one corner of the Great Hall to the other, bypassing the tear-stained Malfoys and the grief-stricken Weasleys and the curse-scarred, still-warm bodies piled high between them; and she’s clutching a navy wool cardigan that looks too clean to be hers, the fragments of a long, willowy wand bunched in her opposite hand, and she’s not crying, no, she’s not screaming or gasping for air or staring listlessly up at the rafters—she’s searching, Harry realizes, she’s waiting, and eventually, a younger Ravenclaw girl with lopsided blonde pigtails come tearing through the crowd, a sob stuck like wet cement in her throat, and Daphne positively crumples, her face and her posture and the narrow, porcelain-fragile arch of her spine, and Harry’s never spoken to Daphne Greengrass before, has never even truly been tempted to, but—

But he thinks about it, then, fleetingly.

Just for a moment.

Harry is twenty-two, and Daphne Greengrass is nobody.

She’s sitting by herself at the very end of the polished, cedar plank bar, a cut-crystal tumbler of vodka or gin or possibly just plain tap water resting on a cocktail napkin in front of her, and she’s wearing a tiny black dress and blood-red stilettos and has her hair dyed a dark, rich auburn, more red than brown in the dim, smoke-shrouded lamplight; and there are diamonds in her ears and wrapped around her wrists and studded through her nose, the dip of her waist less pronounced than he remembers it being, her hips rounder and her breasts fuller, an undeniable softness to her demeanor, to her features, that’s mimicked in the gentle curve of her mouth and the rosy pink of her cheeks; and Harry’s never spoken to Daphne Greengrass before, has never actually, seriously entertained the idea of doing so, but—

“Oh,” she says, suddenly, catching his eye with a curious, somewhat bemused tilt of her chin. Her voice is slower and quieter and higher-pitched than he’d expected it to be. “Harry Potter. Did you need something?”

Harry is still twenty-two, and Daphne Greengrass is—


The word strikes him as inadequate, almost offensively underwhelming, but he isn’t sure if there is a word for how carefully—hesitantly—radiantly she fits beside him; because there’s the blurry, strawberry-pink line of a pillow crease on her face, already beginning to fade, and long, curling tendrils of hair escaping the sloppy, oddly complicated looking braid she has hooked over her shoulder, and the sunny yellow polish on her nails is flaky around the edges, peeling off in haphazard little slivers, and she’s licking pastry icing off her lips, the tip of her tongue delving in and out of the microscopic, crescent moon chip in her front tooth, and Harry’s fallen in love before, and he’s fallen out of love before, and he’s lived through what he assumes is a fairly average number of breakups and regrets and one-night stands and relationships that were fundamentally impermanent, always, easy enough to ignore, if he wanted to, easy enough to erase, if he needed to, but—

But he thinks about forever, then, fleetingly.

Just for a moment.

And then another one.

And then another one.

Three shades of a man (a third chapter)

Summary: You have seen Bucky Barnes at his best and his worst, and he asks you to help him through it all.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY; lots of smut, go no further if you’re not over 18 please. 

A/N:  I’ve had so many amazing comments from you lovely people about these stories, and it genuinely makes my day hearing from each and everyone one of you, so thank you from the bottom of my heart! I’ve really loved writing this mini-series, and I appreciate you guys sticking around while I take off the smut training wheels. Final chapter below, and tried to tag those who have requested it, but Tumblr is not cooperating, so hope it works. Also apparently I’m super wordy, so this is kinda long. Oops. Feedback and comments are always welcome.

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Originally posted by loveviral

Calm, relieved, playful

I’m coming home. Can’t wait to see you.

It was a text you didn’t expect, if only because he was not a demonstrative person when it came to the written word. He was always perfunctory, preferring to send an image or a three word answer, not because he didn’t enjoy talking to you, but simply because that’s who he was. He expressed his emotions in a multitude of other ways, saving his syllables to whisper in your ear when he was wrapped inside you, murmuring his feelings into your sweaty skin every time you brought him to his knees.

It doesn’t come often, but here it was, the Bucky Barnes you always wait to see. You think this must be him, the real him, James Buchanan Barnes, the sweet, flirty, cocky boy who was so sure of himself and his place in the world, before he became a man carved up and torn apart, remade by the chaos of war.

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New England Gothic
  • There are leaves covering the ground in reds and oranges and yellows and browns, but there are still leaves on the trees. In fact, all the trees are still completely full of green leaves.
  • The sky is always incredibly clear. There are never any clouds even when it’s raining or snowing.
  • A man comes into your 24 hour Dunkin Donuts exactly 5 times during every shift and orders a small hot black coffee, even at night. He’s always wearing jeans, a tshirt, and sunglasses, even when it’s -12*. You’ve never seen his car park, he just seems to appear in front of the doors.
  • You can tell the time by when you hear the T go by, but when you look, there’s never any train.
  • You were told to never go into the graveyards at night. Not because it’s illegal to go in when the gates are closed, but because of what those gates are keeping in.
  • Every October, the leaf peepers come. It’s always the same people in the same cars. You don’t know any of their names even though they’re temporary residents of your town for one week every year. And then they’re gone.
  • You get up for school and hear that it’s a snow day. Immediately, you get bundled up and run outside to play in the snow. You slowly begin to notice that there’s something wrong with the snow. It’s not snow at all. It’s ash.
  • You woke up one day and the trees were covered in crows. You don’t know where they came from, but just when you were starting to get used to their eyes watching you everywhere you went, they disappeared.
  • There are woods behind your house. They’re not very deep or dense and you can perfectly see your backdoor neighbor’s house from yours. But sometimes people go walking in those woods and never come out.
  • Your neighbor’s tomatoes keep growing after the plants died in the first frost. You see him out there in the middle of the winter harvesting his bright red tomatoes from the dead plants. He comes over one day with a basket full of tomatoes. They’re bright red and beautiful, but they smell like rot. You accept the gift, but don’t dare to eat them. You’re not sure what they are, but they’re certainly not tomatoes.
  • It’s snowing, but it’s 80* and it’s July. “We live in New England. Wait a few minutes and the weather will change,” they say. A few minutes later the snow is gone and it’s sunny again.
  • People keep talking about the moose hanging around town, but no one you know has ever seen one.
  • Your family has lived in the same house since the house was built in 1702. Your family has died in the same house since the house was built in 1702. You’ve met all of your ancestors.
  • You can’t leave New England. It’s not that you don’t want to or haven’t tried, it’s just that every time you try to cross state lines out of New England, you always end up back at your house with no recollection of returning there.
Canon Alec Lightwood things (book edition)

*Before meeting Magnus Bane he didn’t comb his hair and wore frumpy clothes and intentionally tried to make himself less attractive
*Believes himself to be generally inferior to Jace in pretty much all ways including or maybe especially attractiveness
*Was scouted by a modeling agent while on his first date with Magnus
*Even after meeting Magnus continued to wear clothes that were once black but have since become brown because they’re so worn
*Has twice come across abandoned children and his reaction was, “This is my son now.”
*Told Jace that he got a hickey by falling down. ON HIS NECK.
*Has read Magnus’ stash of comic books ‘cuz he’s a nerd
*Once left a rambling, heart-broken message on Magnus’ voicemail and then woke up Jace to ask him how to delete a message off of someone else’s voicemail
*After securing a second date with Magnus he was so happy he backed out of Magnus’ apartment so he could keep looking at him and he FELL DOWN THE STAIRS
*At the start of the series Alec had never killed a demon because his role was protecting Izzy and Jace

Mr. Blue-Eyes

Summary: Did I ever tell you about the good looking guy I met on the train? No? Well, gather around children. Imma tell y’all an embarrassing story that actually happened as described in this little one shot. Except the good looking guy wasn’t actually Bucky. But a girl can dream, right? (In case anyone understands German, my friend showed me this song by Cro after telling her my story. It fits perfectly.)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (AU)

Warnings: Clumsiness, general awkwardness, shy reader, smirking Bucky

Words: 1502

A/N: This is unedited and only written for fun. There will be mistakes and they are all my own. I just wanted to tell a silly story from my life in hopes of making my friends smile. @buckyywiththegoodhair , @bovaria , @brighterlights , @winchestersnco

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

It is a typical Thursday. You are on your way to your parents’ house for a long weekend away from the stress university provided to a weekend filled with family. It is your aunt’s birthday on Saturday, which means the whole family is gathering for coffee and cake in the afternoon and a BBQ in the evening. You could look forward to a day filled with your uncle’s questionable worldviews, your grandma’s constant nagging about finding a husband and having children and your brother-in-law’s general awfulness. Nonetheless, you do look forward to getting away for a couple of days so you pack your bag on Thursday morning and leave your place to go on the three hour train ride to your hometown.  

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A/N: This was heavily influenced by Baby Driver, the movie. If you’ve seen it you know what I’m talking about.

Warnings: Strong language, Smut

Word Count: 1,947

Originally posted by zeusmayo

I tapped my chipped ruby red nails against the counter of the bar, staring at the neon sign that read “Open”. I looked down at my nametag, the little rectangle tilting down. I adjusted it on the black uniform, and smoothed out my skirt. I had to wear the same black button up with white trim and matching skirt every time I came into work. I guess that’s what I get for working at a diner. I started to walk up and down the booths that were unoccupied, desperately hoping someone would walk in so that I could do something. I sat down on one of the plastic covered leather benches, resting my head in my hands. A few seconds later, a bell caused me to raise my head.

It was the sound that told the workers someone was here. Finally. I got up from my booth and turned to see who had walked in. It was a boy, his wavy brown hair sat neatly atop his head, his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. He was wearing a black hoodie making him look lazily put together. His eyes were wandering around the restaurant as mine were wandering around him. His were dark and mysterious, the contrast of his skin striking. He had red lips, the bottom one pulled between his teeth.

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