how-much-do-i-owe-you

So I accidentally deleted the ask + forgot who requested a scorpius+drarry barista AU with fluff I’m so SORRY (i’m an idiot) but here’s it anyway, enjoy i guess -


“Scorpius, you are not marrying Harry Potter.”

It was 8 am, and Draco Malfoy was tired. His son - whom he loved very dearly, mind - had decided that 5 am that morning was the perfect time to start hollering at his dad to wake up. And four singing games, one magical performance of floating toys and three filthy diapers later Draco was ready to get on his knees and beg for his well-deserved coffee.

That Harry happened to be the barista at his most frequently visited coffeeshop was a mere coincidence.

Really.

(No matter how many times Pansy had laughed at him for it. It wasn’t Draco’s fault that the Golden Boy made the most amazing lattes known to men.)

“Papaaaaaa,” Scorpius whined, kicking his feet in the air. He had an impressive pair of lungs for a three-year-old. “But I love him!”

An elderly woman standing in front of Draco in the queue send him a smile - as if Scorpius was being endearing instead of impossible.

“Hush, Scorp,” Draco said, bouncing his son up and down in his arms, trying to get him to focus on something else that wasn’t his undying love for the Boy Who Lived. “I’m sure he loves you too.”

Scorpius’ smile was blinding. “He do.”

“He does,” Draco corrected automatically.

When Scorpius took that as his que to continue yelling to everyone in the small muggle coffeeshop that he loved Harry Potter, Draco fought the urge to slam his head through the nearest window.

Merlin, he needed his coffee.

Finally, finally, finally the queue disappeared and Draco was standing at the counter.

Harry, his hair standing in every direction and his impossibly cocky smile shining wide, waved at them. “Morning Draco, Scorp.”

Scorpius, suddenly shy, waved back silently.

“Morning,” Draco quipped, and quickly bounced Scorpius to his right hip so he had his other hand free. “I want a cappu with two shots espresso -”

“Early morning?”

“- and a hot chocolate milk for this tough guy,” Draco continued, unable to keep the smile from his voice.

“Coming right up.” Harry slid over to the coffee-machine and got to work - so uncharacteristically elegant and smooth Draco couldn’t do much else but watch.

He’d seen Harry at it more times than he could count. The way he’d flip the milk carton in the air before pouring it into the can to heat up. How he’d turn around on the ball of his feet to get the coffee beans, how he’d wink at Scorpius when he was melting the chocolate almost magically fast.

Scorpius had made Harry his hero - not because he was the boy who lived, not because Harry had saved the wizarding world ten year ago - but just because of this. His elegance. His seemingly magical way of moving around as if he were floating.

And for a second, staring at his ex-rival, Draco wanted to agree with his son.

Faster than he wanted it to have been Harry had made their orders, slipping it over the counter towards them. “There you go,” Harry said, “oh, and Scorpius -”

“Yeah?” Scorpius said quickly, enthusiastically.

“I love you very much, too.”

Scorpius turned beet-red, and immediately hid his face into his father’s chest.

Harry, smiling from ear to ear, turned to Draco. His face was almost impossible to look at, and for a fleeting moment Draco felt his cheeks warm up. Was he blushing? Oh dear Merlin.

“How much do I owe you?” Draco quickly asked, trying to calm down.

“Nothing,” Harry said airily, “it’s on the house.”

Normally Draco would’ve complained but he needed to leave, now - because dear Merlin he couldn’t stop blushing why couldn’t he stop blushing - and he grabbed the two cups, thanked him, and rushed out as quickly as he could.

It wasn’t until they were outside, Scorpius walking in front of Draco and drinking his hot chocolate, that Draco noticed the little heart written beside his name on the cup.

So when Draco came back to the coffeeshop that next morning, he tried not to think of it like a coincidence. Nor the fact that the hearts on his cup seemed to grow in number every time he came back again.

So his son might not be marrying Harry Potter - but in time, he just might.

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

Jealous, Much?

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The reader is jealous of Tom and Zendaya’s relationship. However, Tom is there to reassure them.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: language, fluff, jealous!reader, reassuring!tom.

A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!


In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.

However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.

You missed him.

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What We once were

I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality. 

Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off. 

Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.

Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad. 

It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.

Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.

How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.

….Then.
I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.

It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.

Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.

….Now.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.

….Then.
“You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.

We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.

I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“

“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.

“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“

This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“

“Great!“

Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.

“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I  said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“

Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“

“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“

We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.

“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“

“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.

My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“

“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“

My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.

“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“

I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.

..

Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.

“Y/N!“

Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulled me away and out of Harry’s sight.

The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.

“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“

“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“

“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“

With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.

“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“

At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.

“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.

“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“

“But only with you it is real.“

I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.

….Now.
Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. 
Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him.
Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. 
And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.

“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

….Then.
I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“

I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.

“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“

It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.

We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.

“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“

I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.

Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.

My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.

“Jake, what-“

“Y/N. No.“

I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.

“Harry? What happened?“

My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.

I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“

Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.

“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.

I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.

I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“

Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.

“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.

Jake nodded.

“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“

His voice was back to being harsh.

Still I pressed on.

“Did Harry do that?“

I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends.
Never somebody we cared about. 

At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him.
Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.

“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.

Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.

“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“

“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“

“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“

“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.

He’d stayed silent until now.

Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“

I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.

“Come with me.“

“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“

My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.

“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“

I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.

I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.

My stomach turned.

“I can go home by myself.“

Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.

“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“

I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“

He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“

Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.

“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“

..

Any other person would have understood.

Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.

Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.

I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.

I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.

..

When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.

“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“

I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“

But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.

Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.

Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.

“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“

“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“

In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again.
I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him. 

But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.

….Now.
Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed. 

To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.

At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.

He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.

I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.

….Then.
Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.

I was devastated.

Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.

“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“

She might as well have knocked me out.

Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“

..

Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.

Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.

..

The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.

To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.

Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?

I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?

“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.

“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“

I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“

“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.

She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“

I nodded. “Good.“

“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.

With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“

“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“

Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.

“Well, I’m not going to.“

“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“

I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“

When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.

“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“

“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“

“He told me you were the one who left.“

I gaped at her. “What?“

She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“

Once more my body was set on fire with anger.
“That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“

Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.

“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“

There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“

At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“

Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“

I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“

“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“

I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“

..

Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.

What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.

Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.

I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.

After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.

..

It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.

Hey.

How are you?

Can we talk?

Sorry.

Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. 
A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.

„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.

I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.

Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.

I didn’t hesitate to press yes.

….Now.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.

Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.

We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.

But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.

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Nalu Week day 6: Tattoo

“How much do I owe you for it?” He’d asked the older woman later, after Lucy had slipped from the room to join the others out in the lobby area.

Minerva had that little grin that drove Natsu and the guys around Saber crazy. It was the smirk that made it appear as though she knew something the rest of them didn’t know, “Free of charge.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was hardly any ink at all. It’s less of a tatto and more a new collection of freckles. Any idea why she wanted a constellation on her shoulder blade?”

Ink-Stained Skin, ch. 14, by wordsofawitheringwriter on tumblr  and on fanfiction.net

Thought this would fit the day just fine! Love her writing, her stories, and this one is a must! Don’t know why, but figures she’d tattoo aquarius’ constellation.

PS: I’m having some problems with the colours of my drawings, so if you have a spare time please take a look below!

So I’ve started using my Android tablet to draw and it’s been really fun, but with this drawing I noticed that the colours on my pc are COMPLETELY off! On my screen this was all pink!

I tried to correct it… Would you mind telling me which one you like best?

I’m really sad that it’s not looking like how I actually drew it :/

Still hope you like it though!

Finding Closure (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of bad home life, family issues, revisiting childhood home, excessive Bucky adorableness, drinking, dumb decisions on both sides

A/N: I just needed to post this. Part four of my entry for @tatortot2701‘s AU challenge. I know it’s probably annoying, and it doesn’t get anyone anywhere, but who’s rational when it comes to this stuff anyway? PS - the song is “My Girl” by the Temptations. I hc that Bucky’s uncle used to listen to oldies in the garage.

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by coporolight

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I keep thinking about that post I saw where people were like “Harry had a fortune why didn’t he give some to the Weasleys?!??!?” and I mean barring the fact that Molly and Arthur Weasley would never accept money from AN ACTUAL CHILD did no one–no one AT ALL–remember the scene in The Goblet of Fire where Harry buys Ron and Hermione as well as himself omnioculars (where it was mentioned that Ron wanted them but couldn’t afford them and he literally didn’t ask for them) and Ron scooped up the Leprechaun money and gave it to Harry to pay him back immediately, even though he didn’t know the money would disappear in an hour??? He wanted to repay that debt he saw, even if Harry didn’t mind shelling out ten galleons for a friend that had invited both he and Hermione on what was probably an expensive trip for them. THAT WAS A THING THAT HAPPENED.

Not to mention: To my recollection, Harry had to insist that Fred and George take the money he won for their shop. George even says “You gave us our start up loan, we haven’t forgotten.” They consider it a loan. And they insist that Harry never has to pay because of that.

And I mean, not only are you people saying that A CHILD should give his money away, but you’re also slapping Molly and Arthur in the face (which, how FUCKING dare you?!). Molly and Arthur may have complained and worried about lack of money, but they never asked for anything. They made it work. And seeing how their children react to money (”this is a loan” and “I’ve paid you back for a gift because the gift is expensive”), it’s obvious that they got their pride from their parents.

Harry could offer to pay Molly room and board, and I have no doubt in my mind that she would say “Oh, absolutely not, dear. You’re family. :)” Harry could buy a muggle trinket for Arthur, and I have no doubt in my mind that Arthur would say, “Splendid! How curious! Oh, how much do I owe you, Harry?” before it even occurred to him that it was a gift. Harry could offer to help Ron and Hermione out of a financial jam, and I have no doubt that Ron would say, “No, we’ll figure something out,” and Hermione would let Ron shift their finances around like he saw his parents do to make it through because she knows how important it is for him to stand on his own two feet.

People say “Harry could have given the Weasleys some of his fortune!” without remembering that Fred and George didn’t want to accept Harry’s tournament earnings, that Ron felt uncomfortable getting an expensive gift from his friend and paid him back for it, that the entire family was fine with hand-me-downs from clothes to actual wands, and they complained but they never expected and actually disliked hand-outs from wealthier friends. It is actually possible to complain for the sake of getting your negative thoughts out and not because you want something.

The Weasleys probably only accept Harry’s money once he marries Ginny, and only because he says “Please, this is something I need to do.” And they only accept it for things they deem necessary. “Well, I suppose we could do with new wallpaper,” Molly says begrudgingly, but she makes Harry help her pick it out so it feels more like family helping family than her son-in-law paying for something. “Well, I guess we did need a new car,” Arthur says begrudgingly, because Harry has always remembered how he and Ron crashed the old family car and the replacement they’d gotten was puffing its last, and he’d made sure to get an older model in case Arthur tried to say it was too expensive. “Well, I guess I did need a new cauldron,” Ron says begrudgingly because he had accidentally melted a hole through his old one, and it was a hand-me-down from Charlie to boot.

Deals

Jughead x Reader

Summary: It’s a give and take world. You and Jughead are going to have to make some deals to get to know one another.

Word Count: 1666

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I felt the need to write about that serpent jacket. I couldn’t resist.

originally posted by dailycwriverdale


Your back was starting to ache from this angle and you couldn’t tell if your butt hurt or it was just numb. You’d been sitting in this tree sketching a robin’s nest for the past hour. You were severely regretting not taking a picture to sketch from. It was too late now. You were already up here.

You tapped the pencil against your lips. You looked back at the nest and decided you saw its likeness. In one motion, you lost your pencil and your balance stupidly trying to catch it. You watched it tumble through the air and hit an unexpected target. The pencil bounced off his hair and into the grass.

He bent down to examine what had just cause him a minor pain. You held back a laugh at his confusion, but instead focused on his jacket. South Side Serpents. How curious? You were going to let him wonder about where the pencil had come from, but you couldn’t resist a jest.

“So, were they fresh out of T Bird jackets at the Halloween shop?”

Jughead smirked as he came back up. He twiddled the pencil between his fingers and looked for his assailant.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” His eyes moved around.

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Happy Accident - Auston Matthews

 "you love me but you don’t know it yet / everything is just an accident; a happy accident"

inspiration: happy accident by saint motel

requested: yes | no

word count: 2769

warnings: you know me, i can’t write something without curse words in it

a/n: dad!auston is so cute, be prepared. also, i changed it up from the request but i hope it works anyway anon! if you truly want the exact request, i can probably write a second part with that in there!

Originally posted by tysbarrie

you’d never imagined yourself as a parent. sure, you cooed over babies and played the role of loving aunt, but you had never truly pictured yourself with a baby that was half you, half someone else.

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The Tenth Floor pt2

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1


All you wanted was a decent paying job so you could pay off your school loans… And fix your car, pay your rent, pay your credit card bill, and maybe afford to eat. Was that really too much to ask? You thought it must be, because the only way you were going to get that was working for Min Yoongi, who had been yelling incoherently for the last hour.

You didn’t bother to knock on his office door at first, fairly sure that you didn’t want to know whatever it was that he was angry about. He was on the phone, you knew that much, but with who exactly was a mystery.

“So, how’s the first day going so far?” Seokjin sauntered over, taking a seat on your desk where you had been sorting through a stack of papers Yoongi had informed you were his schedule. “Sort it, fix it, memorize it,” Yoongi had said when he dumped the pile of papers in front of you earlier that day.

“Splendid.” You muttered, picking up a sticky note with almost unreadable handwriting on in. Apparently Yoongi had an appointment with someone on the twentieth of that month, but the name was impossible to make out.

“The first day is always the worst, keep your head up, kiddo.” He reached forward as though to flick your nose, but you swatted his hand away.

“I’m not a kid, and I’d appreciate it if you refrained from calling me one.” You knew it was important to at least try to stay on Seokjins good side, but the conversation from that morning still annoyed you to think about it.

“Good, a kid wouldn’t last two days in here, and I need you to last a month.” Seokjin looked satisfied, so you turned your attention back to the sticky-note. You were fairly sure it said the appointment was at three o’clock, but you were still deciphering the name.

“Does this have something to do with Jimins bet?” You asked, and Seokjin grinned.

“Smart, I like it.” He winked at you just as you heard glass shattering in Yoongi’s office. “If you last two weeks, I get ten thousand. If you last a month it’s doubled.” Seokjin informed you happily.

You tried to ignore the way he talked about $10,000 the same way you might talk about $20. To your relief, the phone on your desk buzzed before you had to respond to Seokjin, and Yoongi’s voice came through the intercom. “My office. Now.”

Soekjin actually looked concerned as you stood. “A huge business deal was just canceled, it’s going to cost the company millions. He’s not going to be easy to deal with.” He cautioned. “You might want to avoid him if at all possible.”

“Thanks for the warning, but I don’t think I have a choice.” In a way, you were glad for a way to escape. You didn’t really want to go in there—you didn’t have a death wish—but you couldn’t think of a nice way to tell Seokjin to go away.

“See you later.” Seokjin gave you a small salute as you made your way over to the office door. It had gone strangely quiet within, and when you heard no response you decided to walk in anyway.

“Sir?” You peaked around the door to see Yoongi sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers slowly. He didn’t acknowledge your presence, so you stepped further into the room, closing the door behind yourself. “Mr. Min?” You tried again, and his eyes snapped to yours so fast it made you jump, and his tapping fingers stilled.

“Don’t you knock?” He demanded, and you suddenly wished you were still sitting at your desk with Seokjin still bothering you again.

“I did knock.” You said, trying to keep your tone polite. Yoongi didn’t look convinced, leaning back in his chair.

“Are you talking back?” He raised an eyebrow. You wanted to point out that he was talking to you the way a parent might to an unruly teen, but you bit your tongue.

“No sir, just answering your question.” You fixed your expression into something you hoped was unreadable.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, resuming tapping his fingers on his desk as the stared at the ceiling. For a moment, you thought that in a different universe, where Min Yoongi wasn’t a complete asshole who fired people for humming, he might have been rather attractive. He carried himself with an ease and confidence that few possessed, and you would be lying if said he didn’t have a nice jaw line. You wondered what he would look like in street clothes—not that he looked bad in a suit, quite the opposite in fact. But you thought he would look good in jeans and a t-shirt; it would certainly make him look more approachable.

You shook yourself quickly, reminding yourself that he was your boss and that not only were such thoughts entirely inappropriate, but that you really needed to focus on not getting fired.

“What?” Yoongi demanded after a moment.

“Sorry?” You could feel your cheeks heating up—was it possible he knew what you were thinking? No, of course not. But the way he was looking at you was like he could see right through you to your soul, and you didn’t much care for it.

“What do you want?” Yoongi clarified, and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

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Let It Be Known: Part 1

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Mob Boss Hux x Bakery Shop Owner!Reader

Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.

A/N: FINALLY adding my contribution to the Mob Party. And yes. ANOTHER series. LEAVE ME ALONE. I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD, OKAY?!


Originally posted by fairlyasthmatic

Hux inhaled the cigarette smoke then exhaled. The smoke clouding his vision then floating up into the air, “So, Thanisson, you’re telling me that this little Resistance gang held you and the rest of my men at gunpoint as they took my money to then climb to the top of the buildings and throw it into the air for measly civilians to get a hold of it?”

The young man gulped, “Yes, sir. There were too many of them. We were surrounded. We couldn’t fight them off.”

“Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?” Thanisson gulped again, but gave no answer. Hux sighed and set his cigarette onto the ash tray on the table, “Thanisson, you’re a young boy. I see myself in you. You’re very determined to rise up in the ranks.” Hux stood up and buttoned his suit jacket and leaned over the table, “But you have no spine.” Mitaka came up behind Hux and slipped on his black greatcoat. He then handed him black leather gloves, which Hux slipped on. “However, because I see myself in you, I’ll give you another chance.” Thanisson exhaled a breath of relief, “But fail me again, I will not hesitate to have you killed. Understand?”

Thanisson nodded, “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Hux nodded and then left the restaurant leaving the young boy shaking in his knock-off Louis Vuitton shoes. 

Hux’s right hand and body guard, Kylo Ren, followed Hux out the door and towards the waiting car, “I think you’re going soft. You usually would kill right off the bat.”

Hux rolled his eyes as he buttoned his coat, “Don’t give me that, Ren. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the number of men I have is diminishing. I have to be careful or else this Resistance will overrule me.” Before Hux stepped into the black SUV, he caught a whiff of something sweet. It reminded him of the muffins his childhood nanny used to make him. His eyes glanced to the bakery next door. He felt a pull. Hux glanced at Kylo and said, “Wait, here. I’ll be back.” 

“A bakery? Really, Hux?”

“It’ll only be a moment.” Hux sneered. He made his way to the warm yellow building. A sign in cursive read: Made with Love Bakery. Hux opened the door and stepped in. He was greeted to warmth and the smell of sugar.

“I’ll be out in a second!” He heard a young woman’s voice come from, what he assumed, the kitchen. Seconds later, you came out wearing a sky blue apron holding a tray of fresh blueberry muffins wearing matching sky blue oven mittens. You set the tray on the counter and gave an exhausted sigh, “Sorry for the wait! I’m Y/N! How may I help you?”

Hux couldn’t help but softly smile. Your smile was contatious, “I couldn’t help, but catch a whiff of something that I believe are blueberry muffins.”

“Well, you have a mighty nose there, Mister Hux. Just took them out of the oven.”

Hux’s smile faltered, “You know who I am?”

You chuckled, “How could I not? You’re Armitage Hux, Mob Boss as well as owner of the First Order restaurant next door.”

“And you’re not scared of me?”

You shook your head, “You haven’t done anything to me that could make me scare of you…yet.” The last part you said with a chuckle, “But anyway, did you want some muffins? While they’re still fresh?” 

Hux nodded, “If you’d be so kind.”

You nodded. You picked up two muffins and set them in a small warm yellow box that matched the outside of your building. You also poured some fresh hot chocolate into a to go cup. You slid them over the desk, “Here you go, sir.”

“How much do I owe you?”

You shook your head, “Free of charge, sir.”

“No, I can’t. Surely I could-”

“I always give newcomers their order free. I also provided the hot chocolate since it looks pretty cold out. Figured you’d want to keep warm.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.” Hux opened the box and took a small piece from a muffin and popped it into his mouth. He hummed at the warmth and the familiar taste, “I feel like a child again.”

You laughed, “Oh really? And why is that?”

“My childhood nanny, that I was incredibly fond of,  would always make blueberry muffins. They were heavenly. Yours taste just like them.”

“Well thank you for your high praises, sir.”

“Please, no need for formalities. Just call me Hux.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Hux.”

Hux closed the box, “I’ll leave you to continue your work. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N.”

“You as well, Hux!”

Hux walked back to the waiting SUV with hot chocolate and muffins in hand. When he slipped into the car, Kylo gave him a questionable look. Hux glared at him, “Don’t question me, Ren.”

“She was attractive, the shop girl. Will you see her again?”

Hux wanted to say yes, but he didn’t want to give Kylo the satisfaction of knowing he’s gone soft. Therefore, he simply muttered, “We’ll see.”

😏Piercing Theories [Part 1] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  Ethan owns a tattoo and piercing shop and a girl comes in asking to get her nipples pierced and so he says yes and as he’s doing it he gets hard cause she’s super flirty and touchy and sexual about the piercings and once they are done he wants her to come to his house after the piercings have healed so about 2 weeks later she goes over and he fucks her and plays with her piercings a lot and just super rough with lots of dirty talk?  Maybe when she goes in to get them pierced she can say something like “i heard that a girl can cum just by playing with her nipples after they get pierced” and he just kinda brushes it off but then when she goes over to his house he’s like “why don’t we find out the answer to your question sweetheart” and then makes her cum just by that then fucks her

Warnings: TEASING

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I RECEIVED THIS REQUEST!

Originally posted by punishmedolans

I walked into Dolans Piercings as I saw no one was at the front desk. I peered around the corner and still I didn’t see anyone. “Hey I’m here for a piercing!” I hollered into the empty tattoo shop. Just then a guy from the back walks down the hall towards me. He was wearing a black tank top which showed off his sleeves of tattoo. He smirked at me letting out a chuckle. I was 

“Well I hope you’re not here for cookies. That’s across the street.” He let out a laugh at his own joke, but I didn’t laugh. “What can I pierce for you princess? Are we wanting a nose stud or belly button?” He asked with a chuckle. I raised my eyebrow in shock at his statement. “Gotta match your sorority sisters right?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Actually I already have my belly button pierced along with my nose. I even have three tattoos believe it or not. I actually came here to get my nipples pierced thank you very much. Can you do that for me or will you get too flustered?” I teased as he raised an eyebrow at me.

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“Excuse me?” He asked in a deep gruff voice. I smirked knowing exactly what was happening. He was getting frustrated. I handed him my ID as he scanned it in. “Alright second room on the right. Do you know your left and rights princess?” He smirked as he felt clever.
“Yeah and I know I would swipe left on you and right on your brother.” I chuckled as I knew his twin brother and him ran the shop. I went into the room as I waited for the guy to walk in. I took my shirt off revealing my red pushup bra. I checked myself out in the mirror as I arched my back in different angles to try and get my best look. I looked towards the door as someone walked into the room.
“Okay Y/N?” The guy wasn’t the one in the front. “Oh I’m sorry.” He apologized after seeing me in my bra. I quickly hunched over awkwardly as I heard a voice boom.
“Gray! I’m piercing her! You’re piercing a navel down the hall!” I heard Ethan snap as Gray chuckled awkwardly.
“Sorry about this. I think your new piercings will look good though.” Ethan then jerked Gray’s shoulder back out of the doorway and pointed down the hall. I chuckled as Ethan walked into the room and slammed the door.
“Unbelievable sometimes I swear.” Ethan huffed which made me laugh. “Okay let me look at your nipples.” He said with a smirk. I straightened my back.

“Would you like to unhook my bra for me?” I asked smiling innocently. He cocked an eyebrow at me with a smirk. I chuckled as his hand went behind my back with one hand and unhooked my bra. I placed my hands on the cups to keep my bra over my breast.

“Take it off.” I slowly slid my bra down my shoulders revealing my bare breasts. He looked up at me with a smirk. “I take it you’re a 34 B?” He smirks which I scoffed. He let out a chuckle as his fingers came up and pinched my nipples hard. I winced but he didn’t care. He rolled my right nipple in between his fingers as he stared at me intently.

“You know I heard you can make a girl cum just by playing with her nipples after she gets them pierced.” I watched as his jaw tightened to which I smiled. “Do you know if that’s true or not? I mean my ex could never make me cum at all. Most nights he would do crazy things, but he could never make me cum. Actually no guy ever has.” I admitted as he dotted my nipple with the small purple marker.

“H-How does that look?” He asked handing me a mirror to make sure they were even.

“Hmm I like it. It looks kinda hot. What do you think?” I asked biting my lip which caught his attention. His hands grabbed my hips tightly, but quickly released as he let out a grunt.

“They look damn good. And if you want we can test your theory. Breathe in.” I inhaled deeply as I felt the needle break the skin of my nipple. I let out a shaky breath to which Ethan smiled. He screwed the ball on as he bit his bottom lip. “Now as I was saying.” Ethan trails off as he rolls my other nipple in between his fingers again. This time felt different as I felt a shock go throughout my body. I threw my head back as I felt Ethan’s pinch tighten.

“Ugh Ethan.” I moaned to which Ethan stood up. I felt my nipple grow harder.

“Lie down. I can’t sit down to pierce this or else I will explode.” I chuckled at the effect I had on him. I lied back gently against the cold metal table. He flicked my nipple which made my head rise. “Earlier what I meant about testing your theory is breathe.” I inhaled deeply as the needle broke skin again. I jumped in shock, but Ethan held me down. He screwed the ball on as he sat me up. “Nipple piercings take about two to four weeks to heal. Come to this address when they have healed and aren’t too sensitive. Then I’ll make you cum by playing with your nipples.” He handed me a sticky note with an address.

“How do you know I want you to test the idea? Maybe I want it to remain a mystery.” I smirked to which Ethan leaned into my ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, you want me to make you cum.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll see you in two weeks. Remember to soak them in non iodized sea salt.” He smiled as he tossed me my bra.

“How much do I owe you? Like 70?” I hooked my bra on as I slipped my shirt back on.

“No trust me. We’re even. See you in two weeks sweetheart. This of this as a science experiment. A hypothesis if you will.” I gave him a puzzled look. “A hypothesis is an ‘if, then’ statement. If I play with your nipples, then I will make you cum.” I rolled my eyes as I noticed Ethan had a tent in his pants,

“And if I keep teasing you then you’ll have blue balls to the max right?” I chuckled to which he nodded.

“Sorry I can’t control myself when I have a beautiful bare breasted woman sitting on a table in front of me making sexual comments every chance she gets.” He huffed which I giggled. “They look good by the way.” He smiled.

“Thanks and well I’m not exactly leaving all hot and bothered. See you in two weeks.” I smiled as I walked out of his piercing room to see Grayson smirking.

“Hey.” He smiled shyly.

“Hey Grayson! Do you want to seem them?” They look really good according to your brother.” I started to pull my shirt off as Grayson stared at me.

“No one gets to see them except me Y/N.” Ethan snapped which was strange. He sounded extremely serious which threw me off guard. His eyebrows furrowed as I slipped my shirt back down.

“It’s fine Y/N. I believe they look nice and I’ve pierced plenty of nipples. Don’t forget to soak them.” He chuckled which I nodded. Ethan stood up and leaned against the door frame to which I saw his body was covered in tattoos.

“See you in two weeks Y/N.” He smirked as he walked pass me, of course his hand grazed my ass and he gave a firm squeeze.


Part 2

That’s my Name- Part 2: A Friendship is Blossoming (Jason Todd Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 2369
AU: Your soulmate’s name is tattooed somewhere on your body. 
A/N: I got so much wonderful feedback on the first part of this series that I couldn’t stop until the second part was finished! I believe there will be two more parts after this and maybe an epilogue…? We’ll see!
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The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 3)

Originally posted by alittlebiteverything

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 3)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here

You woke early the next morning. The sun had just began to peek over the horizon. You gathered your things, took inventory of the few belongings you kept with you, and then cracked open the book that had caused you so much trouble.

It told of spells, of the stars in the sky, of your mother. For you were different than the other children of the sky. Your mother, the wife of the miller, had hidden so much from the world. Her identity was one of the many secrets. The people of your humdrum village of old certainly had no clue that a celestial queen was living among them. Nor had they known how powerful her daughter was.

The day you turned seventeen, everything had changed. First it was your eyes. They paled to a breathtaking silver. Fierce, potent, striking, and intense. You hadn’t noticed any change…Until soon after, a milky white color flowed from the roots of your hair, changing it to the color of fresh snow.

It was after the change that the attackers had come. Prince Ferdinand, the heir to the throne of the sea, had his eye on you. Your hand in marriage had been promised to him from the day you had been born, only a few years after him. And though his father and your mother had both perished, he still held you to that promise.

You knew with all of your heart that you would never marry a man like him.

Ferdinand was selfish, unjust, and unkind. He would stop at nothing to see you, to make his unwanted advances. And when you turned eighteen, he discovered the book your father kept hidden. The book of the sky. He killed your father to get it. And when you found out what he had done, you took the book and ran.

And you were still running.

A long sigh escaped your lips. The clock tower chimed eight, and in instants, the town erupted into the hustling, bustling, busy everyday activity. Perfect. You would hit the market and be out of the town before Gaston could so much as lay his eyes on you. You laced up your boots, pulled on your cloak, tucked the book into your bag with your map and coins, and walked to the door.

The moment you opened it, Gaston was already standing there with a fresh bouquet of white roses, his fist raised and poised to knock on the door. Your eyes were wide with surprise.

“G-good morning, Gaston.” You greeted timidly. “I didn’t expect to see you quite so early.”

“Well, I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye, now could I?” he grinned earnestly and handed you the bouquet. “These are for you.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.” You reached into your satchel for your coins. “How much do I owe you for the room?”

“Nothing. It’s my pleasure to host such a beautiful guest.” He offered you his arm, but you pretended not to notice, instead focusing your attention on the flowers in your hands. “Shall I show you around the village?”

“Sure. That’d be helpful.” You gave a little curtsy and followed him down the stairs and out of the tavern, where LeFou was waiting. As soon as you stepped into the light, you pulled your hood up over your head.

“Good morning.” He smiled knowingly.

“Good morning indeed.” The look you gave him told him everything he needed to know about the feelings you held for Gaston. Needless to say, you didn’t hold much affection for the so-called king of the woods.

“So, (Y/N), what is it you’re looking for before leaving town? Food? Supplies? Lov-”

“Bread, jam, salt, fabric, and a quill and ink.”

“Ah. All right. Simple enough.” LeFou nodded. “The baker’s cart is over this way.”

It only took about twenty minutes to find everything you needed. Your bag was a little heavier with the new supplies, but it was all stuff you needed. If you rearranged things, you were sure you would have even more room. Now, you stood at the edge of town, looking out at the nearby woods, accompanied by Gaston and LeFou.

“I could take you to your next stop on my horse. It wouldn’t take long, only a few days’ journey-”

“Thank you. For everything, but- I’m better on my own. There are people after me. I’m afraid I’ve already stayed here too long.” You offered a soft and gracious smile. Gaston was very eager to earn your affections, but you simply felt nothing for the fellow. There was something dark behind his friendly gaze. His intentions, his future, it was twisted in darkness.

You couldn’t afford any more darkness.

“Thank you for visiting Villeneuve.” LeFou’s voice was quiet, but heartfelt. You smiled, nodded, and started out down the path.

***

You trekked through the thick trees until you were out of sight of the village. It was then that you took a moment to sit. You set down the heavy bouquet of flowers. A wave of your hand and a small flicker of light caused the heads of the flowers to drift off of their stems. You made a smooth sweeping motion in a circle, around once and then upwards. The flowers floated in a ring, binding themselves together. You held the finished product carefully: a tiara of sorts.

You placed the roses in your snowy hair, rearranged your things, and then raised your hood to cover your face and made your way down the path once more.

***

Adam had watched in the mirror as you left Villeneuve. You were so close, and yet there was no way he could stumble upon his castle. It was hidden, tucked away far in the trees. And yet as you got closer and closer to him, he felt the unmistakable feeling of hope swell in his fur-covered chest.

“Master, is there anything I can help you with?” asked Mrs. Potts as she and Chip wheeled in on their cart. “You’ve been in here all day, surely you must be hungry.”

“I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He paused, hesitating with his words. “And prepare for a guest.”

“Someone is coming to the castle?!” Chip’s excited voice rang through the West Wing.

“Possibly.” The large beast of a prince replied. Hearing it out loud made the possibility real. He didn’t think he would be able to handle the heartbreak that would come with losing the chance to meet you, even if it was only for a few days, a few moments even. He felt like he had grown up with you. You were one of the last stories his mother had ever told, so he certainly held you close to his heart, even if you didn’t know it.

Somewhere, deep in his soul, he hoped that maybe you could be the one to break the curse.  If not…he feared he might remain like this forever.

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Kintsukuroi [BYG] (M)

↠ yongguk x f!reader; 13.3k; he might have fallen for the most dangerous woman in the country, and you’ve fallen too
↠ au, potential triggers (mentions of murder), yongguk is actually a cutie and y/n is badass, enjoy inexperienced yongguk~ also a lil smut in the middle

Kintsukuroi (きんつくろい) - the understanding that a piece will be more beautiful once broken

“It’s because I’m honest with you.” There’s a slight smile on your face as you look up to Yongguk and shrug your shoulders. “Like you said, honesty is good. Befriending you was a good decision and I don’t regret it, nor do I think i will ever regret it in my lifetime. I like hanging out here, it’s nice.”

Originally posted by daefsoul

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When Natasha Romanoff introduced Darcy Lewis to Steve Rogers for the first time, she hadn’t expected them to know each other already and she definitely hadn’t expected Darcy to flip the hell out when she laid eyes on Steve.

“You,” the normally chirpy brunette hissed, pointing an accusing finger at a wide-eyed Steve. “What is he doing here?”

Natasha looked from one to the other, suddenly very interested. “This is Steve Rogers, Darcy. Captain America.”

Darcy looked stunned. She snapped her gaze to him and said incredulously, “You’re the Captain? No! You can’t be.”

Steve looked guilty. “I can explain.”

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My Hero - James McAvoy x Reader

Prompt: can you do one with the are you flirting with me prompt from that list you posted with james mcavoy? maybe you guys meet at a party or something???

A/N: Yess! Love McAvoy! - this was originally part of the Christmas thing i was doing but I missed the posting day, then it was going to be posted New Years Eve but I hadn’t finished it so… here it is! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by endingthemes


It was New Year’s Eve; once again you were planning to spend it at home, alone. That was the way you liked it, your friends didn’t seem to understand even though you had told them countless times. You just couldn’t work out why one of them was stood at your door, waiting for you to get ready to go out.

“Come on Y/N!” Your best friend pleaded, hands on your shoulders and a desperate look in their eyes. “Please? I’ll be fun, I promise!”
You stood there for a moment, running through your options. As far as you could tell, you had two. The first, go out, meet up with the rest of your friends and bring in the New Year surrounded by the people you love. The second would be to say no thanks and go back to the film you were trying to watch. “Fine, give me ten!” you reluctantly gave in, allowing your friend to enter while you went to get changed out of your pyjamas.
“Yes!” your friend cheered, “I knew I could get you to cave.”
You shook your head as you walked away; they always knew how to wrap you around their finger.

Once you were ready, the two of you called for a taxi and headed off to the bar to meet up with the rest of your friends. You had barely even walked through the door when another one of your friends had come bouncing up to you and put a drink in your hand.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you decided to come!” She shouted. The music was so loud it was almost impossible to hear anything.
“Yeah, well I figured it was time for a change in tradition” you responded at a similar volume.

Hours passed, you were being bought drinks left right and centre. You hadn’t even been up to the bar yet and you’d had too many drinks to count. “I’m getting the next round in, what do you want?” your best friend asked.
“No, no you’re not, I haven’t been up to the bar once! I’m going!” you insisted.
“If you say so!” they replied before listing everyone’s order.

You went up to the bar and put in your order. You were waiting for the bartender to pour the last few drinks when you spotted him. As far as you were aware, he hadn’t seen you but you continued to stare at him. He was just so…. handsome.
“Here’s your drinks” the bartender interrupted your thought.
“Great thanks, how much do I owe you?” you replied reaching into your bag for your purse.
“Nothing, that guy paid for them” he pointed to the handsome man opposite you who looked up, smiling and winked at you. You smiled back and nodded a thank you, picking up the tray of drinks.

You walked back to your friends carefully, trying not to spill anything.
“Okay guys” you shouted as you approached them, “here we go!” One by one, your friends collected their drinks, leaving just yours on the tray. You picked it up with your free hand and placed the tray down on the nearest table. “Hey, I’m just going to go get some fresh air” you said into the ear of the friend closest to you, gesturing to the door.
“You want some company?” they asked.
“No, no I’m good thanks. I won’t be long” you smiled and headed for the door.

You stood outside, thinking about everything that had happened that year and how in just a matter of hours it would all be behind you. The New Year was fast approaching.
“Fancy seeing you out here” said an unfamiliar voice.
“Sorry, are you talking to me?!” you questioned as you span around. “Oh, it’s you!” you smiled at the man who had paid for your drinks.
“Sorry, is it a bit weird that I followed you out here?” he asked.
“Well it wasn’t, but it is now” you laughed.
“I’m James, by the way” he smiled.
“Well James, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine”

You began to shiver. Unsure of whether it was due to his immense charm or the cold December wind, you ignored it.
“Are you cold?” he asked. “Why didn’t you bring a coat, surely by now you know how cold it is in December” he said taking off his jacket. “Here, take mine” he draped his jacket over your shoulders.
“Thank you” you smiled, “you truly are my hero!” you added with a hint of sarcasm.
He laughed. “You’re most welcome”
“Oh, also I never thanked you properly for the drinks, you really didn’t need to do that”
“How else was I going to get your attention?” he asked, “Besides, now you have to see me again to return the favour” he had a Cheshire Cat like grin on his face.
“James, are you flirting with me?” you asked in disbelief.
“I believe I am indeed flirting with you” he responded.
“Okay fine, I’ll tell you what, if you’re sober enough to put your number in my phone, I will agree to go out with you and buy you that drink” you smiled. He gestured for you to hand over your phone, you unlocked it and did so.

He began typing in the number, “there” he announced triumphantly, “done!”
“How do I know that’s your number?” you asked. Before you could finish your sentence completely, he had pressed dial. Moments later, his phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket to show you and indeed, your number was on his screen. “Well I guess that settles it then” you smiled.
“Why don’t you let me call you instead” he proposed.
“Okay” you whispered with a smile. You took your phone back from him and looked at the time. “Shit, I’d better get back to my friends” you began to take his jacket off your shoulders.
“Keep it on” he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll come and find you at midnight; you can give it me back then.”
You dropped your head slightly; you could feel yourself going red. You lifted your head back up and nodded in agreement.

Walking away from him, you couldn’t help but smile. You made your way back over to your friends.
“Hey, where’ve you been!” your best friend asked, “and who’s jacket is that?!”
“You’ll find out” you smiled.

Sure enough Midnight rolled around; everyone was clinking glasses to the New Year. You began looking around the room for any sign of James, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. Before you could come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to show up, you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders from behind.
“Can I have my jacket back please” he chuckled.
“I was beginning to think you had left” you responded.
“What, without seeing you again, I don’t think so” he smiled. “Happy New Year, Y/N” he said in a low voice, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Happy New Year, James.”

😊He’s A Tattoo Artist (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Ethan is your tattoo artist and while he’s tattooing you, he slowly falls in love with you

A/N: I was originally going to make this a blurb with both of the boys, but I decided to just do E :)

You walked in wanting to get a small palm tree on your wrist with “good vibes” written with it. That’s all you went in for. You didn’t expect your tattoo artist to be extremely attractive or extremely badass.

“Hey there. What can I do for you?” He asked as he flashed a famous smirk.
“Hi I would like a tattoo?” You said with little confidence. He chuckled at you. You were a tattoo virgin and he could tell.
“Well I figured that since you came in here today. What would you like tatted? A butterfly? A flower?” He asked in a mocking tone.

“Actually I would like Good Vibes with a tiny little palm tree next to it on my wrist please?” I asked with a shy smile. I showed him the image on my phone and he shook his head with a low chuckle. “What?” I asked confused.

“I did a tattoo just like that a few days ago. Let me see your ID.” I handed him my license while he makes a copy. I fill out the paperwork too. “Nice you’re over 18. Come to the back.” I followed behind me and he pointed to a bed. I sat on the bed and looked at him. “How do you feel about arrows?” I cocked my head confused. “I’m a vibes guy myself.” He starts organizing his colors. “So I can give you a great Good Vibes tattoo, but the catch is, I’m not going to show you what I’m going to tattoo on you.” I opened my eyes wide at him while I was obviously confused.

“No way.” I tried to stand up, but he stopped me by placing his giant hands on my thighs, holding me down.

“Trust me.” He says and I let out an exhausted sigh. I don’t know what made me decide to trust him.

“What if it’s ugly?” I asked as he was getting the needle ready. He let out another chuckle.

“Trust me, if it’s on you there’s no way it can be ugly.” I felt my cheeks begin to heat up as I knew I was blushing. “So do you trust me?” I nodded and he smiled. “Good. Let me see your arm. No peeking okay?” He says taking my hand in his. I closed my eyes as the needle etches into my skin.

***

“Done.” I heard the tattoo artist say and I see my entire forearm had a new design inked inside.

“Oh my God. It’s gorgeous.” I said in complete awe at my new ink. I looked to my artist who was grinning. “How much do I owe you? I was told the other was going to be about $120 with a tip.” He shook his head and laughed again.

“Well $120 won’t cover this.” I open my eyes wide again. “But maybe dinner after I get off? Around 7?” He asked me completely taking me off guard.

“Like a date?” I asked sounding dumb. I shook my head as he chuckled. I could see he had his bottom lip tatted. “Why me?” I asked and he rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“Well for starters you’re hella cute.” I felt my cheeks heat up again. “You surprisingly took your first tattoo a lot better than most people. You picked a reasonable first tattoo. You have a cute smile, you just every so often would jump and make a little yip sound that sounded really childish and for some reason I couldn’t stop smiling. Plus you’re super trustworthy of someone with a needle and some ink.” He smirks and I smiled.

“How many other girls have you asked on a date after you tattooed them?” He shrugs.

“None.” He smirked again with a light chuckle.

“Are you lying to me?” I asked cocking my head.

“I don’t know. Do you trust me?” We locked eye contact as he folded his arms and rested on my thighs.

“Yes?” I questioned. He leaned up off of my thighs.

“Good. I’ll see you at 7 then.” He smirked at me as he pushed his seat away and holding his hand out for me to take so he could help me up.

“Wait I don’t even know your name.” I giggled. He smiled at me.

“It’s Ethan. I’ll probably be wearing this exact outfit tonight at The Grove.” I nodded.

“Wait. I can’t afford that place! It took me almost three months to save this much for a tattoo.” I said. Ethan just rolled his eyes again.

“I don’t think you understand how dates work sweetheart.” I felt my stomach start to flutter again. He was honestly the cutest.

“Thanks.” I smiled. “See you tonight.” I then felt a burst of courage and I pressed my lips to his cheek.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

I pulled away before leaving him speechless. I walked out of the shop without another word.

BTS Reactions #3- Love at First Sight

NAMJOON-  Life as a flight attendant could be pretty exhausting.  You were constantly dealing with irritable passengers and long hours stuck trailing up and down the aisles in the cramped plane.  It didn’t help that the dress code required you to be in heels and a uniform that did nothing to relax your posture.  Your face was also so heavy in overly colorful makeup, you couldn’t wait to get home and wipe it all of and put on some sweatpants.  

  Currently, you were bending over the small space between to rows of seats in an effort to capture the empty soda cans the most recent passengers left behind.  You really couldn’t understand why they felt the need to shove it into the seats.  Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to be met with a fellow co-worker of yours.  

  “Hey (Y/n), Ally got sick last minute so do you mind taking her spot up in first class for the next flight?”  Inwardly, you groaned.  First class passengers were the worst.  They were just so entitled and saw flight attendants as personal slaves.  You were half way done with declining the offer when you suddenly stopped.  Ally had worked your shift that one time you had a family emergency on that flight to Germany.  You guessed it was time to repay the favor. 

  The next set of passengers were way less rowdier than ones on the last flight.  For that, you silently thanked god. However, now was the time you were dreading.  It has been 15 minutes since take off, and now officially time to go out and offer drinks and snacks.  You dreaded dragging that huge cart around to serve arrogant rich people.  

  You had just begun going down the aisles when you heard a loud boom at the end of your cart.  You gasped.  Uh-oh.  your worst fear came true, you hit someone with the cart.  Scared at being yelled at, you ran up to the person who you hit.  He was currently rubbing the back of his head, telling you he probably poked his head out at the same time you were pushing the heavy cart forward.   To add insult to injury, you spotted a huge stain on his shirt.  Great, you even spilled a drink on him too.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  You said while padding away at the mess that was on his shirt.  

  “Oh, it’s okay.  I’m kinda clumsy t-” Suddenly he cut off as he stared up at you.  Prepared to get chewed out in front of everyone, you rushed to explain yourself.  

  “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t see you.  If it helps I can offer you anything from this menu for free.”  You looked up from the huge stain, to see him staring at you.  

  You noticed that he was quite handsome however his eyes looked glossy as his overall expression became dazed.  Then, you heard him whisper in that deep voice of his, “So pretty.”

  Your heart dropped, you gave him a concussion!  

  “Oh my god, I’m gonna loose my job.”  And to your confusion he just laughed.

  this was the story of how you met your boyfriend, Namjoon.

Originally posted by ksjknj


JIN-  The brisk spring air hit your body in a rush as you sped down the street.  To your calculations, all you had was two more houses to go and then your shift would be done.  And just in time for your favorite K-drama too!  

  Being a student was hard.  Although you loved focusing all your attention to getting your degree in health in order to help people, bills were pilling up and you could only apply for so much financial aid.  Eventually you got off the couch and applied for some part time jobs.  Although it was annoying to have to begin work right after you get off class, the running electricity and food in your fridge thanked you.  

  Eventually you reached you destination, and got off your bike.  You took off your helmet and switched it for the box of steaming chicken.  Quickly, you took out your phone and double checked the address. You were at the right place.

  As you stalked up the the home, you couldn’t help but notice how big it was.  Perhaps today was your lucky day and you would actually be delivering some chicken to a celebrity.  You chuckled at the thought.  

  You rang the doorbell and patiently waited.  It took only a few moments for the door to open to reveal a very tall, broad-shouldered and angel-faced man.  He didn’t spare you a look and instead dug around in his pockets for his wallet.  

  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized he looked oddly familiar.  You could’ve sworn that you saw him on television or something.  But, you decided to leave it as he probably wouldn’t like being asked about his social status.  

  “How much do I owe you?” he asked quietly.

   “14.50 please.”  you answered shortly.  

  Out of nowhere, you heard a fast intake of breath.  Concerned, you looked up to find he had dropped his wallet and was staring at you with his jaw dropped. 

  “Sir, are you okay?”  

  He just continued staring at you as though he had never seen a girl before.  it took him 15 minutes to fork over the money and let you leave.  

  Three weeks later, Jin would still call up the chicken place demanding that YOU deliver.  

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan


   Yoongi-  So you weren’t the smartest.  You weren’t the prettiest.  And you weren’t necessarily charming at all.  But there was something you were extremely passionate about…and that was music.  

  You were a college dropout and a starving artist.  Although you weren’t making your parents extremely proud, you were living life the way you wanted to and focused all of your attention on music.  

  Music helped you through so much in life, you dedicated your life to it.  However, the world wasn’t as understanding as you wished it to be.  This explained why you were playing your violin at the city corner playing for tips in hopes of paying your rent on time.

  Some kind people watched for a while and dropped a few crumpled ones into your jar.  But other than that, people continued to pass you, too caught up in their lives to care about yours.  

  Unknown to you, a man who was sitting on a bench nearby couldn’t help but notice the interesting tune that was floating through the city.  As he sipped on his coffee, his eyes began to search for the source of such a gorgeous sound.  Like a moth to flame, his sight landed on yours as you continued to play your violin.  

  He almost choked on his drink when he saw you.  For a few minutes he continued to stare, wondering if he was dreaming or not.

  Subtly, he passed by your jar just to quietly deposit a $50 dollar tip.

  In the next few days, you couldn’t help but notice that your tips got higher.  For some reason, you always ended up with at least one 50 dollar bill.  You thought about this on the bus ride over to your usual city spot.  Perhaps your music just go better?  The thought made you smile.

  You had only been at you spot for 5 minutes when rain suddenly began pouring down on you and your violin.  your groaned loudly as you witnessed potential tippers run off to nearby shops for protection from the weather.  You were about ready to head off home, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to see a man whom you’ve never seen before.

  All he did was smirk and ask, “You know after all those fifty dollar bills, I think I at least deserve your company for getting coffee.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

As always, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook version will be posted in a bit.