her black hair is the best for sure

You know what movie I will always be proud of?

Alien vs. Predator.

Why?

Because it was a stupid premise that was going to get people’s butts in seats for one reason and one reason only, and that was to see the Alien fight the Predator, so they could literally do whatever they wanted with the rest of the movie, they didn’t care, so what did they do?

Put Sanaa Lathan in as the lead, gave her a shield made of an alien’s crest and a spear made of an alien’s tail and said “go fight alongside the Predator to save the world from an Alien Queen”, and that’s what she did. They didn’t have to do that, they could have had a white guy, they could have had a white woman, a black man, even, but no, they went with a black woman and made her incredible. And when she fought her way to the end of that movie, they made sure that the most dangerous hunters in the galaxy recognized her and respected her, and they marked her because they decided “You are a paragon of your species and we honor you as one of our own” so in this universe when the Predators think of the Best that Humanity has to offer, they imagine the face of a black woman of science with long curly hair. 

THAT IS ALL.

WHY IS SUGA’S HAIR SUCH A BIG DEAL? (HAIR TIMELINE)

Suga’s hair alone can turn people insane. I am not exaggerating, just look at Yoongi’s fans state after they found out he was going blue for Love Yourself HER’ comeback. YES! it has such a great impact so this post is here to show you this legend’s hair journey. Let’s get started, shall we?!

Virgin Black

Pre-debut: He had this cute “I am a trainee” haircut but still looked so cute. At the time whoever saw Suga thought he was the one who acts fragile and all cute in the group (little did they know)

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Bandana & Smokey eye

2Cool 4Skool - 2013: All we could enjoy was his dark eyebrows as for his hair it was all hidden under a bandana (That’s the thing with Suga, you can’t get both)

Originally posted by berry852

Turn it into a bow

O! R U L8, 2? - 2013: The hair was finally revealed, but the bandana was still there as for the eyebrows … let’s not talk about it or yoongi stans will start sobbing  

Originally posted by jae-hobi

Brown Sugar

Skool Luv Affair - 2014: White skin Suga went brown hair Suga and it was such a harmonious and sweet look

Originally posted by sugasdiary

Magma

Dark and Wild - 2014: Suga was literally DARK & WILD no better description than that. He was spitting fire, breathing fire and being FIRE. He was like a volcano in eruption!

Originally posted by jae-hobi

Fruit Smoothie

The Most Beautiful Moments in Life pt.1 - 2015: Ok! this was when Suga started having the same hair color as their albums (even if they denied it) And this color was so cute he looked like a Rap fairy

Originally posted by hobilu

Blonde hottie

DOPE - 2015: BLONDE MIN YOONGI! A LEGEND. PERIOD.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Suga-Mint

The Most Beautiful Moments in Life pt. 2 - 2015: He didn’t look real with that color. He was so magical!

Originally posted by suagarymint

Grey Cloud

Young Forever - 2016: The members jokingly called him grandpa. Meanwhile, his stans turned into ashes because he was just so irresistible. 

Originally posted by sugasuite

Blondie Killer

AGUST D - 2016: Yes he was blonde before. No, it is not the same thing. It’s like he became MORE dangerously attractive. His aura was no joke.

Originally posted by jeongguk

Back To Black

Wings - 2016: Black is one of the colors that suits him the best and he looks anything but basic with it. He can turn from a handsome nerdy genius

Originally posted by bangtan

To a “you will dream of me with eyes both closed and open”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Blue ocean

Love Yourself HER: We still don’t know what kind of history this color on yoongi will write but we are sure it will be one that no one will forget

Originally posted by mean-suga

BONUS:

Suga had some crazy hair dye work done too

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Some bright colors

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

And went back to brown for a good part of 2017 until recently where he was blonde as a transaction color before turning blue

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

It’s surprising how Suga can pull off these colors so easily. What’s even more remarkable is how with each shade comes a new persona to light that we can’t help but fall in love with. Yoongi is a man full of appeal and surprises so we end up anticipating more every time. Let’s also hope his scalp is ok or we will sue BigHit anytime!

If you enjoyed this post, you can check Jimin’s hair timeline HERE ^^
By @mimibtsghost 

Essays in Existentialism: Movies

Jake was a romantic at heart and a huge fan of old b+w movies, and he and Clarke went to the old local movie theatre every Sunday to watch them. So when Jake dies, Clarke carries on the Sunday tradition alone…til, one Sunday, she meets Lexa.

The funeral was at 1pm.

At six-thirty, with no will left for the rest of the people that crowded in her house, the only daughter left the wake without a single word. Wondered straight out off of the porch with no real thought at all, not even missed by anyone in particular. 

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headlines ; jjk

in which jungkook has a secret that he would prefer to tell you literally anywhere other than at a halloween party — but things don’t always go the way he plans.

pairing: jungkook x reader / word count 5k

genre
: iron man!au, oh yes i did, mentions of violence and sex, a lot of swearing, angst, FLUFF I PROMISE

— part of the miracles in october collab with @workofteaguk​.


Well, this was it. Jungkook’s life was coming to an end, namely because Namjoon was going to kill him once he found out he’d snuck out of the house.

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Wild

Draco smut based on the song wild thoughts by Rihanna thanks❤️

Draco Malfoy x reader (low key Slytherin)

Word Count: 3395

Warnings: smut!!!!!!!


You finished adding on the last bit of your makeup. You slipped on your shoes and stood up to look at yourself in the mirror. Your ripped skinny jeans hugged your legs and your hips perfectly. Your dark green bralette peaked out from your black crop top. Your breasts looked perky in your new outfit. You puckered your red lips as you turned and tried to make sure you looked okay in the mirror.

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if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl

[Happy birthday Taylor! Some Sterek fluff, high school AU but not your typical one– Stiles and Derek are both teachers. Title is a line from Romeo and Juliet, 3.1., because reasons.]

Derek eyes his fourth period students as they file into his classroom, laughing uproariously. They’re all giddy on some sort of wild energy, exclaiming excitedly at each other. The bell rings, and they’re still not settled in their seats, still animatedly discussing something. Something about duels. And butts. 

“Calm down, what’s gotten into you all?" 

"Sorry, Mr. Hale,” Jennifer pipes up. “We just finished with English, see, and Mr. Stilinski–" 

Derek rolls his eyes. Great. He’s sure a serious discussion about the Civil War isn’t going to happen today, not with his students all keyed up like this. "Alright, what ridiculous excuse for a lesson did he have for you today?" 

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 67: Shock

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1000 Words (Sorry it’s short)

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s POV

With Y/N safe in my arms, I slid into the backseat of the SUV. Jared stayed back for a moment, using their phones to call the police, but I didn’t want her out in the cold any longer. Her hands were blue tinged, her entire body covered in bruises and cuts. If she hadn’t killed that bastard Brad, I would head back out there and do it all over again. Death was too easy of an escape for a horrible man like him.

I glanced down at her, trying to stay calm as tears leaked down her cheek, soaking my shirt. Reaching off to the side, I grabbed Jared’s spare shirt, trying to wrap it around her, but with every movement she would wince. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered over and over again, wishing I could take her pain away. Wishing that this had never happened to her.

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Counts For Something (Thomas x Reader)

I actually really like this, so I hope you guys do too! I think a sequel is necessary for this one, so hopefully I’ll write that soon. Enjoy :)

Warnings: swearing & drinking

Words: 2,789 (damn)


Thomas knew that debate class would be the same as last year. The only person who could even come close to outsmarting him was Alexander, so this class would be easy for him. He went about his day, waiting for the clock to strike 12 so class could begin. This class would be an easy one for his junior year of college, something that would get him credit without having to do much work.

That was, until he actually walked into class.

There, at the front of the room, there was a girl, already arguing with someone. Their voices were raised, although he couldn’t tell what they were arguing about.

“You. In the purple,” you yelled, glaring at him. He pointed at himself, unsure of who you were talking to.

“Well I don’t see anyone else in purple, so yes you,” you continued shooting him daggers.

“Is it really necessary to stare at someone for that long? I understand that girls normally don’t take this class, and I also understand that you’re the reason for that,” you accused.

“Hun, why don’t you do us all a favor and go back to your home-ec class and learn how to cook, you’re embarrassing yourself,” Thomas shot back. Your hands were in fists at your sides, redness blossoming across your cheeks.

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You make me feel Nothing - a Phanfiction

(Soulmate AU where a circle forms on every child’s wrist when it’s born, the colour signaling which sensation/emotion they are not going to be able to feel until they kiss their soulmate. Inspired by @wavydanrises​‘ story “Second Chances”)


“You’re telling me my son … my son won’t ever love me?” 

He’s the weird kid. If they could just stop making sure he remembers, he might even be able to forget it for a few seconds.


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anonymous asked:

Are you doing more of the prompt things? If so 113?

113. “I prefer blondes.”

Betty sat slumped in the worn in booth at Pops, her fingers swirling around the rim of her vanilla milkshake, Veronica was across from her, Archie squeezed tight against her side, Jughead was beside Betty, his mouth stuffed with a fairly large burger, he looked absolutely adorable but Betty would never tell him that, she couldn’t even tell the beanie wearing boy that she had been in love with him since the first grade. She was stuck strictly in the friend zone, it was for the best, she was a mess.

Staring longingly at her best friends newly dyed and blown out jet black hair, Betty sighed. Her hair would never look like that, it made her look so incredibly exotic, it just brought out her chocolate brown eyes even more. Veronica, as great as she was, was also not the most humble, that much was certain.

“And then my stylist says “yes you are most definitely as pretty as those Caribbean models in Bali” can you believe that? Me a model in Bali. It sure is something to think about.“ She twirled a shiny strand around her fingers.

“Oh for sure Ronnie, it’s the dark hair. I swear to god girls with black hair are definitely the hottest. It’s totally sexy.”

Betty instinctually tugged on her plain, pale blond locks. Her hair was nothing special, when she was younger her dad had said it looked like spinned gold, now she knew that was a lie. She looked like any other mousy blonde.

“Well.. I hate to agree, but we do have a special something.. the mysterious look…” Veronica shrugged nonchalantly, a cocky smile on her face.

Suddenly Jugheads burger dropped to his plate. Ketchup splattering on the table

“Jesus you guys are out of your mind. You really think dark hair makes you more attractive? It’s about what’s inside that counts or haven’t you ever watched a single teen drama in your life? Having black hair doesn’t make you better looking. Look at Betty for petes sake, she’s blonde and she’s the prettiest girl in all of riverdale not to mention she’s got the best personality. You’re both fooling yourself if you think the color of your hair defines your level of attractiveness.” Jughead pulled five dollars from his wallet and stood over the booth

“I’m getting another milkshake, I’ll grab you one too Betty, vanilla.” He smiled proudly in the beautiful journalists direction, chuckling at the shocked look on her face, just as he was turning to go away, he turned back around

“By the way? I prefer blondes.”

With that he headed towards the counter leaving a bright red Betty smiling in his wake while Archie and Veronica slumped further in their seats thoroughly scolded.

Betty giggled softly, taking a sip of her milkshake Eyes still trained on the boy talking to Pops

“Ya know what? I think I prefer dark hair too.”

Dauntless: Daddy, Dearest

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language

A/N: CURSE YOU @pathybo

Dauntless (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, ​Part 8​, Part 9​, ​Part 10​, ​Part 11​, ​​​​​​​Part 12​​, Part 13​​, Part 14​​, ​Part 15,​Part 16,   Part 17​, ​Part 18,​Part 19​, Part 20, Part 21)

Dauntless: Jealous Much?

​Dauntless: Competition

​Dauntless: Uh oh

​Dauntless: What Are You Afraid Of? (​Part 1​, ​Part 2​)

Dauntless: Where is He!? (Part 1, Part 2)

Dauntless: Happy Birthday (Coming soon)

Dauntless: I Love You

Dauntless: Camille

​Dauntless: I Can’t Stop (​Part 1​, ​Part 2​, Part 3)

Dauntless: Caffeine, Baby?



Eric POV


“Listen here, you motherfucker,” Camille snarled, glowering at me from across the table. “So help me if you don’t pick one fucking name, I’m drawing them out of a hat!”

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Drunken Courage

Jennie | BLACKPINK | 4.2k Words

halloween request: “oh wow, your fangs look so real!” + “i’m pretty sure my neighbor is a supernatural creature, even though they technically shouldn’t exist” a/n: i used the same lore from true blood that fairy blood causes vampires to get drunk ^_^

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Mr. Norman frowns: Well, you know. Some people favor certain actors, musicians. Nurse Crystal reminds me of that actress. Angelina Jolie.

Janine: I- well I guess I don’t know- or I don’t see it.

Mr. Norman: Well, they have that pale skin and very dark hair and-

Janine interrupts: Pale skin? Mr. Norman, I think we’re talking about two different people. I’m talking about Crystal Matos. The nurse sent to treat Nialla Holmes for her eating disorder.

Mr. Norman confused: Yes, the same. She also helped Maxine and she-

Janine: Well, then I don’t understand the comparison to Angelina Jolie. I’m not sure what you mean by it. Crystal Matos is a black woman.

Cocoa and Draco

If u can could u please write one with Draco where u are having a boy talk with the girls and then the girls mention Draco as you two are dating n you say something and Draco overhears it and get very mad at you. Fluff. Thankyou

Draco Malfoy x reader (any house) imagine

Word Count: 1189

Warnings: none


You warmed yourself up by the fire after a chilly walk outside. You rubbed your hands together trying to get warm, but questioning if this method actually worked? You and Draco had just took a walk together around the outside grounds. His warm hands kept your tiny, cold ones toasty. You pictured his black trapper hat covering his white hair. His pale cheeks had turned pink and his breath was visible as he talked. Little snowflakes were twinkling down from the sky and falling into your hair. You secretly loved the way it made your hair look. He kissed you on that walk. It made your face warm up and you smiled to yourself just thinking about it. He made you promise not to tell anyone that he was falling for you.

The fire crackled bringing you back to reality. You pulled your cozy blanket around you.

“I’ve just gotten us some hot chocolate from the kitchen!” Emilia slowly walked in carrying four mugs, two in each hand.

Emilia was one of your best friends and roommates. She had a bob cut and brown hair that was perfectly straightened every time you saw her. Her hazel eyes fit perfectly with her pale skin.

You jumped up to help her and took two out of her hands.

“Where are the others?” She asked.

You shrugged your shoulders not sure of their whereabouts because you had not seen them since you returned from your stroll.

“Library. Heard them giggling about love potions. Said they were trying to find a book about them.” Tommy said looking up from his book.

Tommy pushed back his black hair and smiled. His teeth were so white and straight. He pushed up his sleeves revealing more of his tan skin.

“Thanks, Tommy.” Emilia batted her eyes smiling greatly.

You stifled your giggle and said, “Let’s try and find them?”

Emilia nodded and followed you out of the common room, through the corridors, and into the library. You sipped your hot chocolate as you two searched for your two other best friends and roommates. Other students were still in the library either to chat or search for books to finish up last minute homework. You heard familiar giggles around the corner.

You turned to see Evelyn and Millie whispering as they stared at the book Mille was holding. Millie’s long, curly red hair was falling down her shoulders into the book.

“Why don’t you just put it back?” Evelyn giggled pushing her hair to the side.

Evelyn had her dark hair pulled back into a braid.

“Guys!” Emilia jumped towards them.

She handed them their hot chocolate, forcing Millie to put the book down onto the table next to her.

“What are you doing?” You asked taking another sip of cocoa.

“Just looking up love potions. How did you find us?” Millie said brushing her hair out of her face.

“Tommy told us.” Emilia smiled.

“Bet you’d like to slip him a love potion…” Evelyn snorted making the rest of you laugh.

“Oh shut it! There’s people around.” Emilia turned red reminding you of your walk with Draco.

He was so captivating. You were thinking of how kind he was to you and how he cared for you so much. He talked about wanting to take you on a real date someday.

“Alright, pick one person you’d like to like to give a love potion to.” Emilia dared.

“Ollie Days!” Millie practically yelled.

Ollie Days was a tall, lanky boy with the whitest hair but the darkest eyes. Millie had always fancied him and they could always be found talking about really anything.

You all laughed at her eagerness to answer.

“That was a bit fast.” Evelyn laughed. “I’d have to say Jamie Krow. Real cutie, that one.”

Jamie Krow was a tiny girl in your year whom was incredibly smart. She had thick, straight dark brown hair that was just the perfect length. She always wore boxy glasses that slowly slid down her nose.

“What about you?” Emilia asked you.

“Oh, um.” You stuttered.

Your immediate thought was Draco, of course, but you couldn’t say anything about him to anyone.

“I saw you with Draco Malfoy earlier, what about him?” Millie smiled.

Your face went red, “No! Shush!”

“Draco Malfoy? Are you two?” Evelyn almost spit out her cocoa.

“I bet they are. Saw them holding hands.” Millie grinned.

You sighed, there was no point in lying considering that Millie had seen you together.

“You cannot tell anyone! You have to promise!” You tried to quiet them down.

“How long?” Emilia tried to whisper.

“About four months. No one is supposed to know! You can’t tell anyone! Ever.” You said.

“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe it.” Evelyn giggled.

“I don’t think she has to worry about slipping him a love potion though, the way he looks at her.” Millie said.

Your cheeks turned red again. He really did look at you lovingly, didn’t he?

“What’s he like?” Emilia asked.

“He’s lovely, so handsome. He’s so sweet to me. He said he’s falling far me. But you can’t tell anyone! Draco doesn’t want anyone to know.” You said.

“What do I not want anyone to know?” You heard his familiar voice ask.

You turned to see him standing behind you looking agitated.

“Draco, they saw us. I can’t lie to my best friends.” You tried to not upset him anymore.

“Can I talk to you, just us.” It was more of demand rather than a question.

You set your mug on a bookshelf and followed Draco a few rows down before going into one. He ran his hands through his hair as he turned to face you at end of the bookshelves. He looked up at you and shrugged his shoulders.

“How did this even come up?” He asked.

“They were talking about who they’d like to slip a love potion to and then they asked me but I said I didn’t know. Millie said she saw us holding hands earlier during our walk. There’s no way I could have denied that, no lie would cover that up.” You said walking towards him.

He sighed.

“They can’t know, no one can.” He said.

“Draco, I understand that but they saw us. We can’t change that. No one is going to care that we’re together.” You replied.

“I don’t want anyone using this as leverage to hate you. Who knows what they all think of me. I don’t need you going through that.” He said getting a little angrier.

“Draco, I don’t care what happens. I like you a lot and I want to be with you no matter who knows or whatever anyone thinks.” You said.

He didn’t say anything back. You could tell he was thinking about what to do.

“Thick and thin, I’ll stand by you.” You reassured him.

He looked at you, unsure of what to say.

“Oh come on, you know I’m crazy about you.” You giggled.

He smiled and kissed your forehead. It felt so comforting.

“Alright, alright.” He pulled you in to hug you. “I guess I can live with a few people knowing.”

Good Boy

Ok so I got inspired and wrote some subby Brendon for you guys, have fun and I hope you enjoy <3

With a loud groan Brendon slumps back in the large, dark red office chair, staring after the now closed door that his associates just left through, discussing ‘business’ is extremely tiresome, especially with so little relief from his frustrations at the moment. He met you six months ago, and for the past three months he hasn’t been sleeping around, more chasing after you, but parties and drinks out always end in heated kisses and touches and promises that never materialise. He’s thought about whether to just get one of the many girls in his contacts to come over, but he keeps telling himself you’re worth it, he’s never met anyone like you, you’re the daughter of a wealthy businessman, but by no means are you some spoilt daddy-buys-me-everything girl. You’re headstrong and independent, you own your own company and have your own life, own house, your own everything really and jesus he’s like a little puppy dog for you.

Just as he’s about to get up and get a coffee the intercom in his office buzzes, “Mr Urie, a Miss YLN is here asking to see you,” His secretary speaks softly, his ears prick at your last name.

“I’m coming, send her over,” He chirps instantly, jumping up out of his chair and dashing over to the door to open it for you, sure enough it’s you dressed in a tight fitted black pencil skirt, a blue blouse buttoned tightly over your cleavage and black high heels giving you a little more height, a very expensive looking Yves Saint Laurent purse hanging from your arm. Your hair is tied up in a bun that’s messy in the best way and your makeup simple and flattering.

“Hey darlin’, haven’t seen you in a few days, thought I’d come over to say hi,” You smile, striding confidently into his office straight past him, giving very little attention to him, you confidently toss your purse onto his desk and drop down into his office chair, propping both feet on his desk to the side of you.

“Oh yeah? Couldn’t stay away from me sweetie,” His eyebrow quirks up as he follows, perching on the desk next to your feet, shamelessly staring at the way that tight skirt looks on your legs.

“More like I knew you’re probably desperate for some attention,” You grin widely, twirling a little bit of loose hair around your finger, watching his eyes trail over you.

“Well I have been a bit of a mess since your promise of coming back to my place never materialised, tell me, how long are you going to keep this up?” He grumbles and gives in, stepping away from the desk and leaning over you, hands either side of you on the arms of the chair, he presses his face close to yours.

“Keep what up?” Your tone is so teasing he groans, ghosting his lips over yours and slipping a hand down to your hip.

“I’ve half a mind to throw you over my knee, you know that?” He growls a little but it doesn’t seem to register the usual response of shuddering and weak knees from his ex’s, instead you wrap your perfectly manicured black fingernails around his tie, gripping and moving your legs from the desk, resting the toe of your heels against the top of his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. With a dark smirk you press your toes down, forcing him to sink to his knees, keeping your grip on his tie so he stays close.

“Down boy,” You scold, leaning forward to it’s you leaning over him now, he pouts and tries to push up, kissing your briefly before you nip his bottom lip and force him back with your foot, “Ah ah, that’s not how we get what we want, is it?”

“Fuck, will you just give me SOMETHING, you’re such a fucking tease, god I’ve been horny for weeks because of you,” He grumbles, pouting a little as he complies and stays down in front of you.

“Impatient,” You comment, pressing your lips forward against his, giving in and kissing him slow and deep, hearing a little whine escape him you pull away, leaving him trying to follow for more.

“God pleeeease,” He whines again, pouting even bigger when you push him away to stand, “What? You’re seriously gonna come in here, get me fucking hard then leave?” He huffs, you can’t help but smirk.

“Oh you’re such a pouty boy, baby,” You muse as you reach into your purse, pulling out a little card, you turn back to him and grip his tie again, “I’d quite like to make you beg.” You drop your voice low and feel him shudder, tugging him in to kiss him again offering him your tongue, he’s caught off guard when you totally dominate the kiss, pulling back and pressing the card between his open lips, pushing up his jaw with your hand so he bites it.

“Come and see me later baby, we’ll see what we can do about how frustrated you’ve been.” You wink don’t say another word, grabbing your purse and striding out of the room, he would have come back with some snarky remark, but truthfully he’s too flustered, watching you waltz out like nothing happened, jesus he may have got himself into more than he’s realized.

He stares after you, pulling the card from between his teeth, it’s a business card with your home address on it.

The rest of his day is positively torture, he doesn’t WANT to be here, he wants to get in his car and drive over to your place right now, if you’re finally going to deliver on promises of ‘the best he’ll ever have’ he sure as hell doesn’t want to miss the opportunity, but you’re sure as hell going to be a lot trickier to get control of than he anticipated. He clock watches for the last four hours of the day, tapping his fingers impatiently through meetings and conferences, barely paying any attention to phone calls, he just wants out and he wants out NOW.

Finally, 6pm comes, he can leave, no more meetings, no more phone calls or conferences, he’s off for the whole weekend now, he skips out of his office and down to the parking garage to his car, tossing his jacket in the passenger seat, he uses the navigation in his car to find your address. If anyone can match up to his extravagant personality, it’s certainly you, the house he pulls up at is gorgeous, but not too overstated, it’s nothing more than you’d need, can’t be more than 4 or 5 bedrooms. He’s nervous, why the fuck is nervous, you’ve been dating, if you can call it that, for 3 months, he should not be nervous. He opts for parking his car on your driveway, stepping up to your front door and knocking, he really hopes you haven’t stitched him up. He breathes a sigh of relief when you open the door, still dressed in the same outfit as before, heels included.

“Knew you couldn’t resist,” You smirk and take his hand, pulling him in and closing the door, his heart speeds a little when you pull him straight to your bedroom, his eyes scan the room, namely the huge king sized bed with black and red bedsheets.

“Can’t wait any longer for me baby?” His hands come around your hips, spinning you and pressing forward so the backs of your legs hit the bed, you let him indulge, pressing his lips down against yours, down against yours and pushing you back harder against the bed. His hands resting either side of you, you moan against his lips, he’s an amazing kisser, he’ll definitely be fun to play with, you can’t help but muse to yourself about what else that tongue can do, oh you’ll definitely have to find out, “Wear anything special under that for me?” He groans, lifting his hands to pop the first button on your blouse open, you decide then that enough is enough, slapping his hand back and gripping both his wrists, he hisses and glares back.

“You’ll find out when I say you’ll find out,” You scold again, stepping forward so he’s pushed back, his eyes darken as he pulls his wrists out of your hands, gripping your hips in both hands and pushing you back onto the bed.

“C’mon, let me show you a good time babe, I can make you feel so good,” He purrs, kissing and suckling softly on your neck, you let yourself enjoy the feeling, he has gorgeous, thick lips and damn he knows how to use them, you slip your hands up into his hair, tangling your fingers in it, letting him think he’s won. You drop your head back, moaning softly as he starts to nibble your skin, his hands heavy on your thighs, you stand again, taking his wrists in yours and spinning you, pushing him down on the bed.

“Why don’t you let ME show you a good time,” You purrr back, sliding your knee up between his legs, toying with the tie between your fingers and very slowly pulling it undone, “Relax baby, and be patient, I promise it’ll be worth it.” Tugging the tie undone, you watch him smirk and lick his lips, leaning back on his hands a little to watch you, smirking as you slowly unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt.

“What do I get out of it?” He teases as you lip the tie out from his collar painfully slow, toying with it in your fingers, you slowly drag it down to his wrists.

“Trust me, baby boy, I could make you feel better than any of those silly little girls you’ve been with, make you shudder and shake and whimper for me, just give it a shot,” You whisper, letting your lips brush his ear, slowly wrapping the tie around his wrists as you speak, he tenses a little but very hesitantly allows you to fasten his wrists together.

“I’m not a sub,” He insists, lifting his tied wrists up to touch you, but you scold him and slap them back down.

“Don’t touch until you’re told, you’re so so impatient pretty boy, I think I should teach you a little something about patience. Lay down.” Your words come simple as an order, he smirks and shakes his head.

“I don’t follow orders.” He goes to stand but you press a firm hand to his chest, pressing your knee down right in front of his cock, which you can already feel straining at the material of his suit pants.

“Lay. Down.” You repeat, pushing his chest hard enough to lay him down, with a little smirk and you nudge his thigh, “Move up the bed, head by the pillows, don’t make me ask twice,” He shudders involuntarily at your tone, shuffling up the bed as you asked, settling his head on the pillows, his eyes widen when you straddle his lap, the heels you’re wearing pressing either side of his thighs, you trail your fingertips down the exposed parts of his chest, “I promise, darlin’, that I’ll make you beg and you’ll fucking love it.”

“Fuck…” He gasps softly when you push his arms above his head, using the loose ends of the tie to fasten his wrists to the headboard, leaning down to press your lips against his neck, gently nipping and sucking his skin as he writhes, pressing his hips up, “God… Y/N… please I need more,” He pants, gasping and pushing his hips into yours.

“Oh baby, you’re so hard already, how badly would you like me to help with that?” You purr, leaning up and popping the rest of the buttons on his shirt open and pulling it so his whole torso is exposed, “Awwh, no need to look like such a frightened puppy, I promise you’ll like what I do.”

“I want to touch you, please, you look so good,” He lets out a low whimper, his eyes moving up and down you, your hair is a little messier now, your cheeks flushed as you grind into his crotch, skirt ridden up almost all the way over your ass.

“Beg.” Your words come as a simple order but he shakes his head.

“NO! I won’t beg for shit, I said please isn’t that enough!” He snaps back, you growl again, leaning down and gripping his hair, pulling his head back, and leaning over him, smirking when he whimpers.

“Then I’ll teach you to.” You say simply, climbing out of his lap and unzipping his pants, tugging them down his legs and tossing them aside so he’s left in just his boxers, the outline of his cock straining through the material, “You are gorgeous baby,” You purr, climbing off of the bed and stripping down to your lacey bra and panties, he can’t help but stare once you’re down to just lingerie and heels, “Like what you see huh?”

“Yes,” He breathes, watching as you move over to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer, his eyes widen when you pull out a black riding crop, holding it in both hands.

“You’re gonna learn about patience, and if you’re good you’ll be rewarded,” You smile sweetly letting out a devious chuckle as you trail the riding crop along his stomach, gently stroking the skin and watching it tense and relax, “You don’t get to give orders, that doesn’t get you what you want, you get what you want by asking nicely.” He stares as you speak, the cool leather stroking over his skin.

“Stop teasing,” He huffs, you smirk and flick your wrist, bring it down on his skin just above his navel with a little crack sound, his stomach tenses under it and he sucks in a harsh breath, his head dropping back and turning away.

“What did I say about patience?” You tease again, moving it up to his cheek and guiding him round to look at you, his pupils are blown, breathing ragged as you drag the crop down his neck and onto his chest, “Answer me.”

“To ask n-nicely for what I w-waaant…” He gasps throwing his head back when you drag the crop up the underside of his cock, his hips bucking up against it, you can see him twitching, “I want you to touch me,” He moans, gasping when you bring the crop down on his stomach twice more, watching the little red mark is leaves behind, he hisses but you can see in the way he screws his eyes shut and bites his lip that he enjoys the feeling, “Just give me something, fucking anything.”

“Ask again.” You scold, giving him three more harsh licks, his stomach tensing as each one gets a little lower, the last just above the waistband of his boxers, “Now, you get a chance to ask me nicely for what you want.”

“Please, can you touch me, I want to feel your hands on me,” He whimpers softly, arms straining a little as he wriggles, you can’t help but grin, dropping the riding crop down on the bed and climbing onto it, you hook your fingers on his boxers and pull them down, tossing them aside and shifting so your knees rest in between your yours, making sure to press some gentle kisses over the little red marks on his stomach.

“You’re certainly very lucky,” You wink and tease, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock, he moans softly and you have to admit you’re pretty impressed by what you see, he’s got to be the biggest guy you’ve been with. He shudders as you stroke your hand up his cock, a low, breathy moan slipping out when you lean down to wrap your lips around his head, slowly swirling your tongue around it.

“Ho-holy f-fuuuuck,” He gasps, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut, you knew it wouldn’t take much to have him a total mess for you, but you didn’t think it would be as simple as blowing him. You hum in content at his little whimpers, pushing your mouth down further around him, deciding to have a little fun with him and pulling off, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, you see him lift his head to watch you, lip pulled firmly between his teeth, “Oh god please,” He whimpers softly, letting his head fall back into the pillows again, his usually perfect hair messy under him, you comply to his little plea and sink your lips down around him again, slowly starting to bob your head and move your lips up and down him.

You let yourself get a steady rhythm, keeping it relatively slow, you’re surprised by how much he’s really enjoying it slow, listening to his ragged breathing above you and you can feel his hips shifting every so often, soft whimpery little moans filling the room as you take him a little deeper, using your hand to stroke the rest of him.

“You’re so g-good at this,” He gasps, writhing more, you allow yourself to let out another hum of content pushing your lips down further on him, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock with a sudden jolt he gasps again, “Oh god… I’m close… I’m s-so c-close,” You take that as your signal and pull off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Not yet, pretty boy, there’s so much more fun to have,” You tease, tilting your head to the side, “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, baby, please I want to touch you, I want to fuck you, I’ll do anything you want, I’m… I’m begging you please.” His hips back again and you smile triumphantly at the desperate look on his face, his pupils blown.

“Good boy,” You purr, climbing up the bed, “Now, I’m gonna untie you, and you’re going to go down on me, make me feel good, then I’ll give you what you want, can I trust you?” You ask, kneeling on the bed next to him, he nods frantically as you reach up to untie his wrists from the headboard, leaving them tied together in front of him, once they’re untied to settle yourself back on the bed. He scrambles up and goes to hook his fingers on your panties, you press the toe of your heel against his shoulder, holding him back, he pauses.

“Please, I wanna make you feel good,” He whimpers, with a grin you move your foot away from his shoulder, letting him come forward and pull the panties down your legs, “Fuck you’re so sexy,” He gasps, moving forward to press breathy little kisses up your thighs, nipping insides of them, he wastes no time in pressing his lips over your clit, his tongue flicking out against you, just as you thought he’s damn good with his tongue. He moans as he swirls his tongue over you, suckling and lapping at you desperately, his little moans music to your ears.

“Oh-Uhh, Brendon, baby,” You sigh, letting your head drop back against the pillows, reaching down to tease your nails along his scalp and toy with his hair, he’s panting and gasping as he laps over your clit, bringing his hand up to tease his fingers at your opening.

“My hands… can I have them back? Please?” He whimpers softly and you smile, seeing him hold his hands out, staring at you all doe eyed.

“Maybe later, make it work like this for now,” You tease, to your surprise he doesn’t argue this time, he just nods obediently and goes back to swirling his tongue over you, closing his mouth over your clit and sucking softly, you can’t stop yourself from gasping and tugging his hair, tangling the other hand in the sheets.

“Oh god…” You breathe more to yourself, he doesn’t stop once, suckling your clit and dragging his tongue over your hungrily, you can hear him moaning, especially when you tug his hair again, he really is VERY good at this, you can already feel yourself starting to get close, your thighs trembling a little as his fingers start to tease a little, two just pressing at the opening.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbles against you, slowly pushing two fingers into you, having to wiggle his arms into a more comfortable position due to still being tied up.

“So good baby, you’re so good at this,” You praise, stroking his hair as you say it, he shudders as you do, curling his fingers and starting to pump them in and out, catching that spot repeatedly, “Oh god B… I’m close,” You choke, throwing your head back and gasping, giving his hair another tug as your stomach tightens almost unbearable tight. He moans into you, desperately swirling his tongue and fucking you with his fingers, it all gets too much, “Oh my god Brendon… that’s it… fuck don’t stop baby,” You whine yourself this time, feeling yourself release around his fingers, it washes over your quickly, rendering you unable to think for a moment, just tugging his hair and whining his name over and over.

He doesn’t stop until you’re almost shaking and trying to push him off, as soon as you tug him away he complies and looks up at you, lips a little puffy and red, all wet and glistening, he looks so sweet like this. You stroke your fingertips over his cheek gently, smiling when he leans into your touch, he’s clearly just loving your attention.

“Lay down on the bed baby, you’ve been so good, you deserve a reward.” You purr and he shudders, quickly shuffling up the bed and laying down near the pillows again, you strip out of your bra and kick your heels off, helping him shuffle his boxers down and off before you climb into his lap, gently taking ahold of his tied wrists to push them above his head.

“Please… I want to feel you, want to make you feel good some more,” He’s practically panting, keeping his arms above his head like you instruct, you reach between you and tease the head of his cock between your folds, he whimpers a little when he feels how wet you are, he breathes another little, “Please,” Before you slowly sink your hips down. You try to keep composure but it’s hard, the way he fills you feels so so good and you can’t help but shudder and you push your hips all the way down until your hips are pressed flush to his, he lets out a pained whimper and grips the pillows by his head to fight the urge to hold onto you.

“You feel so good, fuck Y/N,” He whimpers, fighting the urge to move, you can’t help but smile that he’s totally given in and submitted but it’s overtaken by how full you feel, you comply and start to rock your hips up, pulling almost all the way up before sinking down agonisingly slow, it’s killing you to go this slow, even you’re fighting every urge to let yourself go and ride him fast and hard, you want to feel all of him but you’re holding out.

“Oh Breeeen,” You sigh, leaning down so you’re close to his face, resting one hand on his chest and the other next to his head, his stomach quivers and dips under you as you move, you kiss him, slow and soft, tongues touching tentatively as you ride him, his moans are positively beautiful like this.

“Please, please can I have my hands back, I want to touch you, want to feel your body, please, I haven’t yet,” He whimpers so soft and sweet against your lips, you smile and decide that he’s had enough teasing, he’s practically been an angel for you so you sit up, pulling his wrists forward and making sure to keep rolling your hips as you gently untie his wrists. Tossing the tie aside you bring his hands up, kissing over the very slight marks left on his wrists gently before guiding his hands to your hips.

“Are there rules?” He asks sweetly, smiling when he finally feels your skin under his fingers, stroking so soft like he’s savouring the feeling.

“No baby, no rules, just enjoy how it feels,” You shake your head and close your eyes, he doesn’t waste any time, his hands trailing over you as you begin to speed your movements up, bouncing in his lap a little faster as his warm hands stroke and cup your body.

“Yo-you’re so fucking p-perfect.” He sighs, closing his eyes as his fingertips glide over your lower back, stroking your spine and leaving little goosebumps in their path, you can’t help but moan and sigh back, fighting the blush threatening to take over you. He pulls you back down, tangling a hand in your hair so he can kiss you more, moaning softly into your mouth and wrapping his other arm tight around you, “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer…” He pants, blushing all over as he says it.

“Don’t hold back, just let it go baby” You reassure him, finally feeling him start to give back, his hips pushing up to meet yours, causing him to move inside you faster and a little harder, you’re already sensitive so his base grinding into your clit is enough to make you shudder and gasp out loudly. Deciding that fuck it, you’ve kept up the act long enough, you let yourself go, whimpering his name into his mouth softly, meeting his hips with more desperation, desperate to make yourself come, you moan in content as the knot in your stomach starts to reform, getting dangerously tight so so fast.

“M’ close…” He gasps, hugging onto you so tight with his arms, burying his face in your shoulder and kissing open mouthed down your neck, he’s moving his hips much faster now, basically holding you still and fucking you like this, but you’re too gone to care, “So c-close… I’m gonna…”

“Come inside me baby,” You pant, feeling your insides starting to clench down on him, he starts to twitch and that’s all it takes for you, “Oh god Brendon!” You cry out, kissing him desperately as you release on him, your stomach fluttering as you start to quiver.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He groans out low, only thrusting up a couple more times before he stops dead, his muscles quivering as he comes, panting to desperately, your muscles give out and you collapse on his chest panting. Both of you are sweating and clinging onto each other like you’ll float away, his fingertips starting to trace up your spine, making you shudder again.

“Are you ok? You enjoyed that, right?” You smile, leaning up to kiss his nose, a big grin forms on his lips.

“That was fucking incredible, you’re fucking incredible,” He manages through ragged breaths, reaching up to brush your hair away from your face, slowly you lift your hips and fall next to him, both too content to say anything. Eventually he manages to speak, “So are you like… exclusively dominant?” He asks timidly, trailing his fingertips over your back, you giggle shuffling closer to him, laying your head on his chest.

“I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear that I’m a switch,” You glance up to see him smirking, his eyebrows raised in a curious look.

“Oh are you now?” He teases, stroking his fingers up your back and smirking when you shudder, “Oh we’ll have to have some fun with that as soon as we get our breaths back.”

Unsafe (Bughead One Shot)

Originally posted by juggiesbetts

Summary: Oneshot based off of the Bughead cuddle shown in the 2x04 promo (which I’m super excited for btw). Enjoy!

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It had been weeks since Riverdale’s very own black-hooded criminal had taken his first cold-blooded shot. Weeks since Fred Andrews had narrowly escaped death at the fault of the harsh metal bullet. And months since anyone in Riverdale last felt safety in their once-beloved, strawberry milkshake town. The events that had taken place snatched away their hopes of a newfound safety after Betty Cooper’s grand speech at the mayor’s jubilee. Events like the shooting of Fred Andrews, the killing of Geraldine Grundy and the shooting of Moose and almost, Midge. No one felt safe. Especially Betty Cooper.

Betty laid on the floor of Archie’s bedroom, staring up at the blue ceiling which was now darkened by the absence of light. It seemed everywhere had a great absence of light nowadays, literally and metaphorically. Thoughts ran around the blonde’s head, trying to escape her cascading, loose strands of dimmed, golden hair, preventing her from sleep. She sighed deeply and turned her head to the side.

Jughead’s sleeping face came into her line of view, causing a small smile to stretch onto her strawberry lips. His hat remained glued to his head, as it always did, a few black curls escaping the front. Betty mentally traced his multiple moles in a game of dot-to-dot on the boy’s slightly tanned face. She felt Jughead move his arm in his sleep and subconsciously wrap it around the front of his girlfriend’s waist, gently pulling her closer to his body. The simple action made Betty’s smile stretch even further in affection at Jughead’s attachment to her, even during his slumber. However, the smile soon faded as she remembered earlier on in the day, and how she shouldn’t feel this way in his embrace. Even with his strong, toned arm around her, keeping her close, she still felt… unsafe. Unsafe of the unknown.

Blinking the thoughts away, Betty looked towards Archie’s bed to find her two best friends intertwined with each other. Veronica’s shiny black hair splayed across the pillow as her and Archie faced each other. Their limbs were tangled together in a web of comfort and intimacy. Betty felt a sense of happiness inside her heart at the fact that they’d found each other. They’d all found each other. Betty couldn’t say for sure if Archie and Veronica were each others soulmates, but she knew Jughead was hers.

They were all sleeping at Archie’s house that night, none of them wanting to be alone in the dark. Not after Jughead was jumped at Southside High, or Riverdale’s students were all being terrorised by some ruthless killer with a gun, or Betty’s receiving of an unnerving message from the killer himself. Granted the higher fraction of those problems were being kept as secrets by Riverdale’s sweethearts, they still made them feel unsafe.

It had been earlier that day when Betty had seen the thin brown parcel on her doorstep. She’d seen one almost identical to the present one when the killer sent the letter to her parents to print in their newspaper, along with Fred Andrews’ blood-soaked wallet and Miss Grundy’s discarded heart-shaped sunglasses. Except this one wasn’t labelled ‘Cooper’ in block capital letters. It was labelled 'Betty’.

Inside the parcel was a single piece of paper. The paper was some sort of message, but she didn’t know exactly what the message was. Single numbers and intricate shapes scattered the page, and those formal rows had been haunting her all day.

Betty had sat there for hours in the Blue and Gold office, trying to figure out what it meant, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t as simple as she’d hoped. Something about the situation sent chills down her spine and made her blood run cold. Somehow, she was at the centre of these killings. Betty could feel it in her bones. Deep down, she knew this was personal. It was like this man was committing these crimes… for her.

All she could think about was the man with the mask, gun in hand, terrorising the people of her town. Terrorising her friends and family. Terrorising her.

The man ran around her brain, jumping from cell to cell. His green eyes burned through her skull, emphasising the holes in the mask. Figures of the code swarmed in the pools of her mind, blurring in and out of her vision. Betty’s body shook with fear as the killer reached up and slowly tore his mask away. It revealed a blurry face with a sharp-toothed, taunting grin to match his depersonalised orbs. He stared at her, a predatory gleam radiating from his sockets. Suddenly, he lunged forward and-

Betty shot up, quietly panting in shock, with wide eyes and a confused look on her face. Relieved, she brought her hand up to her chest to try and slow her breathing as she realised she was still in Archie’s room with her friends and boyfriend. Speaking of Jughead, he was now also awake from Betty’s sudden jolt.

“Hey,” he spoke tiredly, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder and sitting up. “You okay, Betty?”

“Um, yeah.” Betty gulped, leaning into his touch, “it was just a nightmare. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t apologise.” Jughead began carefully rubbing her back, bringing his other hand to rub across her knee.

Betty grinned a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, continuing to look around. Logically, she knew the killer wasn’t here, and that it was just the four of them in that room, and Mr Andrews in his own room. But a part of her, the shivering part, was consumed by fear and the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he’d got in there with them. Jughead noticed this.

“Betts.”

Betty felt Jughead remove his hand from her knee and bring it up to her face, cupping the blonde’s chin and making her look at him.

“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He gently whispered, searching her eyes. Betty nodded timidly, giving him a relieved smile as she realised he was right. In that moment, she was safe.

Satisfied, Jughead wrapped his arm around her side and tenderly laid them back down on the mattress.

“Try to get some sleep, okay?” Jughead breathed, bringing them into a spooning position with his arm protectively locked around her. Betty nodded once again, feeling somewhat comforted by the Jones boy’s actions this time.

But she couldn’t sleep. She knew Jughead would die before he let anything bad happen to her. And that’s what she was afraid of. He protected her. And she had to protect him. Which is why he couldn’t know about the message. At least, not yet. Betty would keep him safe. She had to.

Beach | 01

Description: You see your old crush after four years again and realize that he changed into a total fratboy - yet, he is the only one you can openly talk to and before you can realize, you rediscover lingering feelings for him.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, University AU
Who: BTS, Taehyung x Reader 
Word count: 2,5K

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

„And everything went well?“

„It’s the third time you’re asking me that.” You rolled your eyes and took the phone from your ear to see how long you’ve been already talking to your mom – two hours. Shit. You have to get yourself ready for the party, Claire told you about. Although you didn’t want to go at first, she somehow convinced you to not miss out the legendary semester-opening-party.  It was your first day at university  – you had to get up early, ran from lecture to lecture, got lost on your way to them at least five times and were overwhelmed by the homework they already gave you –  you were tired. Claire, your flatmate, was a friendly and open girl; therefore, she could have easily gone out with her friends or all her acquaintances – you were certain that she could have gone alone as well, because of her outgoing persona. However, Claire insisted for you to come and you had no other choice but to say yes. After all moving far away from your hometown, from your family and that place was for helping you to look into the future instead of the past.

“I just wanted to make sure that everything is okay and that you can finally have a fresh start.” Your mother said – her voice showed a slight sign of concern.  

“Don’t worry, mom. – I have to leave now and get myself ready. Claire and I will go out, so if you haven’t any further questions…”

“Sure, sure. Enjoy yourselves and have a fun night. Bye, my little mouse.” You had to smile at her nickname for you. She wasn’t the type for that but occasionally she gave you some and every time you heard them, they made you feel better.

“Bye” You said and hung up. You went outside of your room to see if your flatmate was ready and to your surprise, she was. The door to the bathroom was open and she stood there fixing her hair in a short black skater dress, which fitted her perfectly.

“Wow! You look beautiful.” You said in amazement of the sight in front of you and she shifted her head to you with a huge smile.

“Really? That’s good. That’s what I intended.” She winked at you and you frowned in confusion. “There is a guy I like and I made sure that he’s coming tonight – actually he is one of my friends and he just sees me as that, but I want to change that. Listen, my best friend wanted to have more holidays so she won’t be here until next week – therefore you have to help me out, okay? But don’t get me wrong, this not the only reason why I want you to come – I want to get to know you better and have a good time together.“ She stepped to you, grabbed both of your hands, and peeked into your eyes as if she was afraid you would back out.

“I’m not good at this stuff, but I will try my best and help you out.” As she heard that, she squeaked and hugged you warmly.

“NICE! This will be great.”

After she let loose, you quickly spurted into your room to dress you up. Deciding on black high-waist skinny jeans and a striped shoulder-free crop top, you surprisingly got yourself quickly ready to go out. While checking yourself out in the mirror, you asked yourself when the last time you went out was. It was since the day that you stayed away from any parties or social gatherings.

“Hey, I want you to help me but not to seduce my future boyfriend.” She said jokingly while leaning onto your doorframe.

“If he falls for me then he is definitely blind.” You both started to laugh.

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The party took place in a frat house just a 20-minute walk from your apartment. Step by step the music became louder until you stood in front of the house. A few people sat outside, were talking enthusiastically, smoking and drinking. The first one’s were already wasted as you saw them stumbling from side to side. You went inside and a mix of sweat, smoke and alcohol kissed your nose – your ears felt the music blasting through the speakers loudly. Claire was definitely a popular girl as you saw her being greeted by lots of people and she seemed to enjoy the attention she got.

“Want something to drink?” She asked and you nodded. “I will get them and say hello to a few people. You can take a seat somewhere. I’ll find you.” Then she went into kitchen.

You saw how a couple was standing up from the couch in the room next to you, so you quickly made your way to take a seat and wait for Claire to come back with the drinks. While waiting your eyes wandered around the room searching for familiar faces – you saw some. They had the same lectures as you but you didn’t talk to them and in the end they seemed to be pretty occupied by flirting or having a conversation. You were jealous how most of them already got close enough to go the party together, while you didn’t become acquainted to anyone in your courses.

Time passed and you were worried that Claire forgot about you.  Nervously shifting on your seat, anyone could see that you were lost in this party until someone plopped down next to you.

“Hey” At first you thought it wasn’t meant for you so you tried to ignore him and looked somewhere else, however, he then tapped on your shoulder and you turned your head to face him.

“Hi” A brown-haired boy greeted, his dark eyes staring right into you. He was handsome, no question, and you were wondering why he wanted to talk with you but you sensed that he was what most people would like to call a player – yet still popular, as you earned some envious glances from the girls around you. “I’m Jungkook.” He stretched out his arm to shake hands, his expression playful.

“Y/N” You took his warm hand in yours, his grip firm.

“So tell me, why are sitting alone like this? Did somebody dump you? You seem a bit lost to be honest.” He lightly chuckled.

“No, I’m here with my flatmate. She wanted to get us some drinks but I have the feeling she forgot about that.” You honestly told him.

“That’s bitter but now you’ve met me and you don’t have to sit here like a lonely sheep anymore.”

“She surely shouldn’t sit alone.” Claire intervened. You were relieved that she didn’t forget you and handed you one of the cups she was holding.

“Don’t get me wrong I just wanted to give her company.” Jungkook said in defence and made space for her to sit between you two.

“Yeah. Sure. Just save your outdated pick-up lines on one of those thirsty girls and not on my flatmate”

“Oh someone’s bitchy here. I guess you saw Jin with some girl.”

“Argh. Why can’t you guys just hold up your urges and not hook up with the first girl you see?” She sounded frustrated, gulping down her drink in one long shot. You guessed they were talking about the friend she liked.

“It’s in our nature.”

“The nature of a player” She huffed.

You were just quietly sitting there not saying anything, sometimes nipping on your drink and listening to their conversation. Even though you were on lots of parties before, you felt lost. The setting still evoke all your past memories, the mistakes you made – the pain you felt. Nevertheless, you didn’t want it to show to anybody and tried to keep a straight face.

“And there he is.”

“That’s him – the friend I told you about.” Claire said quietly. You looked up and saw a tall guy who slowly made his way to you, being obviously swooned over by lots of girls.

“Already here? Where’s you chick?” Jungkook asked the moment Jin was close enough to hear him.

“She had to throw up, so I said goodbye.” He answered while making a disgusted face, probably remembering the girl he’s talking about.

“Aww. Was it that bad kissing you?” Jungkook said and immediately received a light punch on the shoulder from Jin.

You looked at Claire worried that she must felt miserable hearing how her crush made out with some random girl while she is sitting there and pretend to be unfazed by it. To your surprise, her facial expression really didn’t give away what she must feel inside, like you do.  

“So, who is that?” Jin suddenly asked after he ended his bickering with Jungkook.

“Oh, that’s Y/N. She is my new flatmate.”

“Hi, I’m Jin. Take good care of Claire. Sometimes she might be a little troublesome but I believe you can handle her.” He jokingly showed his tongue to her and she made an annoyed grimace.

“Don’t listen to him. I’m the most convenient flatmate you could ever have.” She said and you nodded in agreement.

Finding a low-priced flat, near the university and a suitable flatmate wasn’t an easy task. You reminisce how you and your mother went from doorbell to doorbell, but there wasn’t one offer where all factors tallied. For the last flat you and your mother, tired from the day, were even contemplating if you should go there, but luckily you decided to do so and you hit the jackpot: the rent was low, short way to the university and Claire and you got along from the first second.  Your personalities were totally different: she was more like the outgoing and desired girl while you became an introvert who still can’t forget her past. However, your contrasting characteristics were no problem but instead were a chance for you to slowly come out of your shell and be the bright girl you were before. That is why you wholeheartedly agreed, that she was the best flatmate, you could ever think of.

“What are you talking about?” Someone questioned, his low voice sounding familiar – too familiar.

“And there is Casanova number three.” Claire said and you shifted your gaze to look to whom she is referring to.

Your eyes widened when you saw his face; he still had his signature boxy smile, you still remember his mole on his nose and his mesmerizing dark eyes. He was still the boy you had a huge crush on four years ago – yet, so different.

“—Taehyung?”

“Y/N?”

“I like you” He whispered those words into your ear on the beach four years ago. You were surprised as you heard them, for a moment you even thought you were imagining things but as you stared into his dark brown eyes, you realized this was really happening. You crush was confessing to you.  To be honest his behaviour on that day was quite odd; he gave you more attention, unexpectedly helped you on your school project, tried to talk to you more often and wanted to bring you home. You were definitely appreciating this sudden attention, but you could never imagine that he was low key showing you that he had feelings for you.

You knew each other since elementary school and got closer when he became the boyfriend of your best friend Mia. Even after their break-up you kept being friends with him – you talked sometimes but for your friend you decided to keep it rare. As high school was around the corner, you were pleased to hear that he decided to go to the same school as you.

It was on one of those house parties where you first started to grow feelings for him. Taehyung and you were sitting on a bench outside of the house, both of you somehow managed to get away from your group and decided to have a talk and catch up on some things.

“So how’s Mia doing?” he asked a bit hesitant.

“Not so good. Her parents sent her to a private school. Every time she calls me, she just complains how strict the rules are, but other than that, she is doing fine. She sometimes ask me about you” You replied.

“That’s good.”

“I still don’t understand why you two broke up. She never told me.”

“She never told you?”

“No…” You sighed.

“It’s complicated…” You expected a further explanation but he didn’t say anything, so the conversation died and the two of you just silently stared into the dark night sky.

After a while, you decided to leave the party and Taehyung offered to walk you home.  Side by side, you quietly stepped to your house; and although still no word was spoken, it wasn’t an awkward silence like it normally would be with others, because you enjoyed his company. The moment you arrived, he gave you a warm hug as he said his goodbye – and unexpectedly a kiss on the forehead. Your heart fluttered when you felt his lips on your skin and his big hand on the backside of your head, his cologne intoxicating.  

“Bye.” He stated after he stepped back and stared right into your eyes, a loving smile covering his face. You, confused and unable to speak, just smiled back and then he left.

The weeks afterwards, you and Taehyung occasionally greeted each other on the hallway, as if nothing happened and you started to wonder if you put too much meaning into his action. Despite that you gradually became aware of your feelings for him and started to look forward of your reencounters. You put much more effort in your whole appearance – hair, make-up and outfit, in hopes you would see him that day.

This brings us back to the day he asked you to walk home with him. You happily took his offer and even suggested to take the stroll along the beach – longer route resulted in more time with Taehyung. This time the conversation didn’t die out as you two constantly found topics to talk about, even if they were totally trivial. However, he suddenly stopped and got closer to your ear and whispered those words, his voice low and soothing.  

The time seemed to stop and for seconds none of you spoke. You were afraid that he was just joking but the longer you gazed into his eyes the more you saw and felt the sincerity.

“I like you, too.”

A rustle woke you up, at first your ignored it and wanted to continue sleeping but then you heard someone opening the door and silently walking out. That’s when you opened your eyes, to see where you are. You were in your room. The moment you heard the front door, your eyes stared on your closed door, hoping to see through it. Who was that? What happened? You whole body ached as you tried to sit up and try to regain your memories of last night – and suddenly everything flashed in.

Oh. My. God.

“Did I – did I sleep with him?”

I suddenly got the idea for this story. The outline is finished but I’m still contemplating about including smut…and if then it’s as light as a feather, so don’t expect anything.😅

Even though it might have some flaws, I still hope you like the new series. I would be happy to receive your feedback. 🐼🌼 

Draco Malfoy and the Christmas Kiss

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Language, young romance

A/N: This is five thousand words past what it seriously should be.

Part 1, Part 2


Holidays are your favorite. You enjoy the cold weather, the bundling up in coats and sweaters and when it begins to snow. You love the chocolate drinks and sweets that everyone makes, how the time of year seems to bring everyone together. There’s Christmas trees and presents, and going home to see your family.

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Waitin’ on You (Poly!HamilsquadxFem!Reader)

[ Hey everyone, I know I’m the worst and I haven’t posted in forever, but I’m slowly getting my Hamilsquad muse back. I actually wrote this a while back, and didn’t think it was good enough to publish but I feel bad for not putting out content. So, lovelies, here you go! 

Fem!Reader, upset her boyfriends have not been making time for her, goes all out for a Schuyler party in the hopes of her lovers attending. But she unexpectedly catches the eye of someone else. 

TW: Alcohol/drinking? Maybe a few curse words? ]

It was finally the end of the fall semester, but in all honestly, you didn’t really care. No classes meant you’d be home for a month, doing nothing, because all of your boyfriends seemed to be too busy for you lately. Herc was sewing in his studio downtown most of the time, Alexander never had time for anything other than writing and John & Laf bartended into the late hours of the night. The last 3 weeks or so consisted of you coming home to an empty house, letting out a forlorn, “I’m home…” to no one. Sure, they’d leave you messages and voicemails to let you know they missed you, but it wasn’t enough for you. Falling asleep alone and waking up alone, because they never wanted to climb into bed and risk waking you, was taxing when you were so used to dozing off in their arms.

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anonymous asked:

Can i request a fluffy Jay Park scenario, where he's meeting your parents for the first time,and he is super nervous? also can you not make the dad the stereotypical dad, i hate stuff like that with dad's having to "scare" their boyfriends. Thank you!

“Baby why are you so nervous?” You chuckled liftin gup Jay’s collar so that you could put the tie around his neck and make sure that he looked his very best.

“I’ve never met your parents before but from the stories of your younger youth, I really don’t want to fuck this up.” Jay groaned cupping your cheeks as he pressed a kiss against your lips once you were done. He let his hands press against your dress to make sure that it was straight, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked.

“Baby, you’re my boyfriend and I know one day you will be my husband. And everything that comes with that title. I don’t bring guys home, so they will know I’m serious about you but if you freak out it won’t work.” You whined grabbing at his hands frowning and looking up at him.

“Yes, but you’re my princess. And I know when I have a daughter I am going to be the same way. No man will ever be good enough for her. I’m not good enough for you.” He matched your pout letting his black hair fall in your face. You smiled widely before using your hands to comb it back behind his ears tilting your head.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if we don’t get going soon you will be hated for being late. Not for not being good enough for me.” Kissing his lips once more you moved to grab at your purse and lace your heels up on your feet smiling happily, you made sure to grab everything that you needed walking outside towards the car. Jay was going to drive you both because he wanted to go all out over something small. It was just going to be a dinner meeting of you and your parents and Jay. It wouldn’t even take that long so you didn’t understand his nerves, but on the flip side you had never met his parents, and you were dreading the day you ever would have to. So, in some aspect you could understand why he was the way he was.

While he was driving, he was so fidgeting tapping against the wheel and trying to calm himself down because his heart was a mess. Laughing softly, you grabbed at his hand lacing your fingers together softly singing songs that he would focus on you for a second. You let your fingers graze against his over the soft skin and you made sure to keep him calm humming louder until your hums turned into singing. The car ride wasn’t long and once you arrived he opened your door for you, moving to let you out of the car walking you towards your parents’ house. You knew that only your dad would be there right now with your mother coming later, resulting in you having time to rest in your old room as a child.

“Deep breaths. Remember no matter what. I love you.” You reminded him as the doorbell was rung. He nodded his head but his eyes shown how scared he was. Kissing his nose, you brought a light smile to his lips that he took a deep breath and the door was opened in front of you. There stood you there, with his strong tall stature looking at you his glasses on his face as he watched you both. You gripped onto Jay’s hand tighter to let him know that you were there and once you let it go you moved forward to throw your arms around his neck smiling widely.

“Daddy.. This is my boyfriend. Park Jaebum. And Jay. This is my daddy.” You smiled softly stepping back from your father’s strong hands as he hugged you. He looked the boy up and down puffing out his chest causing you to face palm and hide behind your hands because you knew it was an act. You watched as he gripped onto Jay’s hand and shook with a stern grip through your fingertips. Jay bowed his head before he cleared his throat meeting the grip, his tattoos showing on his hand and his rolled-up shirt.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Kim Y/N has spoken very highly of you.” He pulled away looking your father in the eyes and you were surprised he was doing so well, not shaking or tearing down. You felt a bit relieved that he could stand there and not fall over.

“Let’s talk away from her. Sweetheart why don’t you go into your room and wait for us?” Your father asked but you knew it was a demand.

“I don’t want to-“You started to protest and he gave you another look down from his glasses and sighing you let your hands fly up in the air as you stomped off into your room waiting for him to finish up. You could hear faint mumbling from the background and your dad was talking quickly and it made you feel your stomach drop because you wanted to know that Jay was ok.

Walking towards your room, you got on your phone texting your mom, letting your back rest against your hello kitty sheets that you’ve had since your high school years.

{Text: Madam Kim}

He’s back at it again with the macho man stuff -.-

{Text from: Madam Kim}

Ah, you know how your father gets. Everything can and will be destroyed by him >.> don’t worry too much just rest.

{Text: Madam Kim}

How can I just rest at a time like this!! What if he hurts him?! Mommy come home soon.. My boyfriend’s life depends on it :c

{Text from: Madam Kim}

Your dad is a big teddy bear. And he knows better than to ruin your happiness. He has to live with the Queen of Sass and silent treatments. I’ll be home soon. I love you.

Laughing softly, you chunked your phone down shutting your eyes and letting yourself rest you let yourself fall into a sleep it was no point in stressing about how things were going or what you were going to do since he had your boyfriend preoccupied. You outed your lips out as you knocked out breathing slowly and even in your dreams you felt yourself worrying about Jay. If he was ok, if he was going to come and get you if your dad was going to be easy and let up on him. Despite everything that you felt bothering you, you were knocked out hard and dreaming because a sometimes later your body was being pushed gently and a deep voice was waking you up. You jumped up looking at Jay your hands moving to check his face and his body out frowning. “Are you hurt?” You asked him with a raspy voice tilting your head. Jay chuckled kissing your forehead laying down beside you pulling you on your back.

“I am fine. You had me scared for no reason. Your daddy is a soft teddy bear.” He teased as he tapped your nose kissing over your face.

“Oh really now? A teddy bear? So, you won’t be scared of him anymore?” You asked teasing him and wiggling your eyebrows.

“No never again.” He chuckled sticking his nose in the air, just then the door was pushed open rather roughly after a few loud bangs and your fathers gravelly voice was heard as he peered down at the both of you on the bed.

“Keep this door open all the times. And I would hope you remember, I may be a teddy bear but when it comes to my door the only stuffing that I will be pulling is out of you.” Your father made the two fingers motion for watching you and Jay walking off with his head in the air. Snickering softly, you looked over at your boyfriend whose face drained color and caused you to feel bad for him.

“Still not afraid?” You asked softly nibbling on his neck smirking when he pushed you back groaning and frowning.

“Yah, do you want me to die? Not here.. He is quite scary.” He frowned before he laughed pulling you closer to his body shutting his eyes as he waited for your mother to get home so that you could all eat.