in a drunken stupor

The One That Got Away

by reddit user bookshelfghost

Lily Harrison and I met at a graduation party when we were eighteen. As soon as I walked into the house, her bubbling laughter caught my attention. I couldn’t help but grin because it was so contagious, and she’d noticed. Already a couple drinks in, she pointed right at me and shouted, “Hey. You’re cute. Come be my partner.” 

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Life has always had cheat codes, but activating them has been so convoluted that no one has ever activated one, until you in a drunken stupor accidentally executed each specific step (of many) to activate: debug mode.

off limits | 01 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin, just dirty, dirty sex that my heart can’t take
words: 11,158
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
note. the first of my requests!

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Well, I mean, it IS the law

So let me set the scene. The dungeon the party was in was ruined to the point where the stone brick walls were starting to “melt”. The party of four had just reached a door when the elderly undead Warlock of the group holds up his hand to halt everyone. He points his scythe at the door and says “We need to watch our step, ‘cause whatevers behind this door is pulsin’ out magic somethin’ fierce”. The Rogue, in his drunken stupor, unlocked the door in an instant and the darkened corridor filled with the scent of blood and iron. As the party is shuffling silently into the room, the young Druid of the group pointed towards the center of the room where she could make out a dim glow that lay close to the ground. The Ranger began to panic a little, as she was a close combat fighter and recognized the glow. A full suit of Heavy Enchanted Armour sat in it’s eerie glow. The scene then played out a little something like this

Ranger: ooooOOOHHH, nopenopenope. I can’t deal with that, dude. Hooo, nope

Rogue: Ah, don’t'cha worry, ye wee lass. That thing there couldn’t hear a boulder- *uninteligable slurs as Skype gives out at the perfect time*

Rogue OOC: I’m gonna fuckin’ sneak past this bitch

DM: *withholds a loud snort* Bruh, do it you won’t

Rogue: *rolls an 18 and begins to sneak towards a door down the way*

The Armor: *Jolts up at full attention, bellowing* STOP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, CRIMINAL! *Charges at full speed towards him*

Rogue: WHAT’S THE CRIME? *In a drunken rage*

The Armor: * freezing in place, having never been asked this before* I-… UHM… THE CRIME IS LIVING, AND THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH!!!

Warlock: *raising his hand* S'cuse me, sir, but I’m not alive, may I pass?

The Armor: …..PROCEED?

Dance With Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: Pure Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, More Filth

Notes: #SorryNotSorry

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special delivery

“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”

In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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Loki is the master of the non-binary.
• This may be just be my UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) but Loki is preeeeeetty genderfluid. That, or he doesn’t give a shit and laughs at gender norms. And sex norms, for that matter. He’s also sexfluid. He’s a mother and a father. He’s chaos. He does not let any boundary define or hold him. He can be destructive, but the chaos can be creative, too. After all, Mjollnir only exists through his antics! He doesn’t even conform to the gender norms in his name- He takes his last name from his MOTHER, Laufey. Not his Father, Farbauti.

Chinese Mythology is rife with LGBTQ and Non-Binaries
• Fun fact: Chinese mythology is rich in homosexuality. Same-sex love was believed to have originated in the south, so homosexuality was sometimes called “the southern wind”. Lots of spirits and deities were associated with homosexuality, bisexuality and transgenderism. These include Shou Wang, Shan Gu, Gun, and Yu the Great.

Chinese mythology is also rich in gay animal spirits and faries. Most of them like young men or boys, but there is one exception. Dragons like their men to be older.

Mizi Xia and the Duke Ling of Wei were gay, as were Lord Long Yang and an unnamed king of Wei.


• The son of Aphrodite and Hermes. He was born as a very handsome boy and then transformed into an androgynous being. He has a female figure and male genitals.

• The androgynous form of the Hindu god Shiva and his consort Pavarti. They are half male and half female, split right down the middle. The right is male and the left is female.

• Egyptian God of the Nile, he has breasts and a belly resembling a pregnant woman’s.


Guan Yin
• In Japanese, they are called Kannon. In Korean, they’re called Gwan-Eum. They have both male and female forms. They may be also considered agender.

• Egyptian Deification of the primal waters, can be depicted as male or female. Nunet is her female name and Nun is his male name.

• Egyptian deification of fate. Shai is depicted as both male and female at different occasions.


Eros (cupid)
• He appears as androgynous, god of love. His blood is female, and his masculinity is a form of fire and light. He has charm over all creatures and gender.

• The androgynous creator god of Polynesia.

Lan Caihe
• One of the Eight Immortals in Chinese mythology, their age and sex are unknown. They wear sexually ambiguous clothing, but are sometimes shown as weither a young boy or a young girl holding a bamboo basket. They are the patron of minstrels, and in another story their song is prophecy. They also wear only one shoe. Like ALL other Chinese immortals, they have an eternal drunken stupor and left the world on the back of a swan or a crane one day after they were in a tavern and said they had to go to the bathroom. Before leaving, they stripped naked, of course.

• Another Egyptian creator god, he created himself. He created himself out of Nun, or the waters of chaos, and brought the gods and cosmos into being.

• Aztec god of duality, creator of Cemanahuatl. Her female aspect is called Omecihuatl.


Greek Gods. Lots and lots of Greek Gods. Some of them also have relations with females, but here’s a list of homosexual acts the Greek Gods do.
• Achilles and Patroclus
Achilles and Troilus
Agamemnon and Argynnus
Agathaidas and Phalanthus
Ameinias and Narcissus
Apollo and Hyacinth
Apollo and Hymenaios
Chrysippus and Laius
Daphnis and Pan
Dionysus and Ampelus
Dionysus and Prosymnus
Euryalus and Nisus
Heracles and Abderus
Heracles and Hylas
Heracles and Iolaus[16]
Hermes and Krokus
Ianthe and Iphis[20]
Poseidon and Pelops
Polyeidos and Glaucus
Orpheus and the Thracians
Orpheus and Kalais
Apollo/Silvanus and Cyparissus
Zeus (Artemis) and Callisto
Zeus and Ganymede

• Fun fact, the Greek Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation is also the Goddess of lesbians.

• Although Frey himself isn’t gay, this Norse God of Fertility was worshipped by a cult of homosexuals and effeminate priests. I think that’s awesome enough for a place on this list.

• Aztec God of games, beauty, dance, flowers, song, and homosexuals.
You’re welcome.

Shinto Religion
• Homosexuality is said to be brought to humans by two of Amaterasu’s servants named Sinu No Hafuri and Ama No Hafuri.
Thank you.
It is said when Shinu died, Ama committed suicide, and they were buried together.

Tu Er Shen
• “Rabbit Deity” in Chinese. He is the protector of gay lovers. He was originally a man named Wu Tien Bao who fell in love with an imperial official. When he declared his love, the official beat him to death. Because his crime was love, the Chinese Underworld officials righted this injustice by making him GOD AND PROTECTOR OF ALL GAYS.

Cuchilainn and Ferdiah

• These two foster brothers/best friends/lovers were forced to fight one another. Ferdiah says they shared their bed, and after the first day of conflict, they were found kissing. Also on the third day, Cuchilainn pierced Ferdiah in the anus with a spear since his horny skin can’t be pierced. Literally, unfortunately, that wasn’t a euphemism. He died.

• Ah, Zeus. King of the Greek Gods that can’t keep it in his pants swings all ways. He had sex with women, women as animals, heroic men and gorgeous young boys. Good ol’ Zeus. Ten for you, Zeus.


• Odin, the Allfather and King of all Nordic Gods took part in magic known as Seidr. Both genders could practice the Seidr, but it was mostly a female art. It was a social taboo and seen as a woman’s job. It also may have been a form of sex magic, with imitation penises involved.

as all my jewish followers and friends know, we have a holiday coming up! the featival of purim is this sunday. purim celebrates hidden miracles and hidden beauty and hidden saviours. there’s a lot of hiding. that’s why we dress up!

i’m aware that the vast majority of gentiles and a lot of jews don’t fully know the story of purim, which is recorded in the scroll of esther, or megillat esther. the megillah’s my favourite story, and has so many amazing midrashim (bit like rabbinical fanfiction) that i study year round. this story, which is the story of how a young jewish woman saved our people from a genocide, has a lot of parallels with our current political situation in the u.s., so i thought now would be a great time to tell the story!

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2AM - part 5 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

A/N: The soundtrack for this chapter is Jeff Buckley’s Lover You Should Have Come Over

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Between the three of you, Minseok’s frantic and consistently dramatic mother, his sister Minhee and yourself, you managed to drag Minseok to his room and deposit him onto his bed.

To say he was a bit inebriated was the understatement of the century. You’d known Minseok - intimately and honestly - for years, and you had never seen him in a state such as this.

He had to have been drinking all afternoon at least, and by the way you saw him drain that bottle of soju, and the fact that there was next to no liquor amongst the shattered bottle that littered the kitchen floor, telling you that he’d downed that one too, you knew he had really done a number on himself this time.

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Don’t imagine the elves of Mirkwood watching their king change after their queen’s death.

Don’t imagine Thranduil going mad with grief and loss and putting on a stone façade so nothing will be able to hurt him as much as this did.

Don’t imagine him chugging wine down to erase all the good she gave him.

Don’t imagine him drowning in alcohol to erase the memory of her.

Don’t imagine him working himself half to death every day to distract himself from coming back to an eternally half empty bed.

Don’t imagine young Legolas, still grieving over his mother, having to put his feelings aside and care for his father, emotionally unavailable and delusional, because he’s the only thing close to family that he has left.

Don’t imagine Thranduil quietly asking young Legolas to sleep in his room to fill the other side of the bed because he can’t stand subconsciously waiting for his wife to fill it.

Don’t imagine him panicking because the smell of her is fading off of her pillowcase and clothes; and no matter what he does, he can’t make or preserve the same smell and feeling that she left behind.

Don’t imagine him sobbing into her pillow, cursing himself for not being able to be the safety blanket he promised her he’d be and not being able to keep the one good thing in his life alive.

Don’t imagine him in a drunken stupor, stumbling around his room and crying out for his wife to “please come back” because he just can’t take it anymore.

Don’t imagine Legolas standing outside of his father’s bedroom and hearing his father’s cry out elvish words of immeasurable agony and thinking that this is what love really is.

Don’t imagine him and all the times he’s come dangerously close to fading because he got too sober to bear the weight of life on his shoulders.

Don’t imagine Thranduil not being able to tell his son that he loves him because he’s too scared of being attached to someone that might break him all over again.

Don’t imagine Legolas bottling every one of his emotions up for the next hundreds of years because he can’t afford to feel when trying to heal his father.

Don’t imagine Legolas knowing that, despite everything he might say, that deep down, his father loves his little leaf more than he can say.

The Love That Evades Is the Most Satisfying to Ensnare

Request: “Hey there!~ i was curious if I could request a Newt x Reader fic based off the song ‘Give Me Love’ by Ed Sheeran?? Maybe it’s like a one sided relationship, he fancies Leta (I know you just did a fic that includes Leta Dx) or Tina, and there’s Angst but fluff? Maybe it can end on a comforting note?~ (I love ur writing so much btw 💕)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 4130

Warnings: ANGST FUCKING HELL I LOVE ANGST but also a lot of fluff at the end don’t worry

A/n: wow this is longest fic I’ve ever written lmao pls give it some love if u end up liking it :^)

Originally posted by versacequean

Give me love like her,
'Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone

Looking at him hurt. It hurt to see him smiling, laughing at a joke she had told. He was happy, but it wasn’t with you. It could have been you, maybe in another universe it could’ve been. You would’ve spoken up about your feelings for your freckled friend, and he would’ve blushed and kissed you, then you would have become the most perfect couple, complementing each other in every tangible aspect, bettering each other while sharing a love that couldn’t be broken by the sharpest sword. And yet, here she had come. The edge of a blade, stabbed between your 3rd and 4th ribs, penetrating all the hope you had left.

The worst part about the pain was that it felt like a betrayal. Of course, Newt had never known about your undying love for him, and he probably would never know now. But somehow, every time you looked at them touching, kissing… you couldn’t get the image of the double-edged sword out of your mind. Two hands at the base, one belonging to each of them, pressing it into your heart until the hilt reached your chest. A blind boy, matched with a girl who always had a bird’s eye view on the situation. She knew you loved him.

What made it worse is that she was never harsh about it either. She knew how much you must’ve been hurting, even sending you sorry glances when she realized you were watching the two coddle. The final striking blow being that she was perfect for Newt, so much more than you could’ve ever been. Oh, how you wished so badly to be Leta. The smart, beautiful Leta, who had everyone wrapped around her little finger, whether she knew it or not. Many had painted her to be cruel, or even evil, but those were just rumours spread behind her back due to her reputation being quashed when she started her relationship with the “weird Hufflepuff boy”. Maybe she did have flaws, maybe. It was a maybe that you clung to, guiltily wishing that one day her flaws would overwhelm her many talents and gorgeous features, and Newt would come back to you.

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faelainte  asked:

Couldn't really choose but: "Run away with me." Or "Are you still awake...?" So maybe a bit of both. Oh and surprise me! Let the creativity flow! (I might respond with writing something myself, using these two lines!)

Do let me know if you do write something! I’d love to read it. In the meantime, here’s this. I hope you like it. Thanks for the prompt! :)

“Run away with me.” Or “Are you still awake…?”

It’s not until he hears the sounds of his name slurred and drawn out in a drunken stupor that Azriel stirs from sleep. Why they’d let Mor and Elain convince them all that a sleepover in the cabin living room together when there were perfectly good beds waiting down the hall was a good idea, he’ll never understand.

And now their setup has allowed Cassian to take advantage of close proximity and too much whiskey. “Az,” he whisper shouts into Azriel’s ear. “Ah-ahh-zriel. Hey!”

Azriel remains still, years and years of spying keeping his muscles steady. But on the fourth call of his name which has abandoned whispering in favor of the much more useful full shouting technique, Mor groans and he knows it’s game over.

“What?” Az says pointedly, blinking open his eyes to find Cass hovering over him in the dark. The Illyrian general who commands legions is reduced to a fit of giggles.

“Are you still awake?” Cassian asks.

Azriel sighs and tries to keep his voice down. “What do you want?”

“Run away with me, Az.”

“Fuck me,” Rhys says from the other side of the room.

“Cassian,” Az cuts back in, ignoring Rhys’s groan as he hears him shifting in his spot to face the opposite side away from Cassian’s mutterings. “It’s the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.”

It’s dark, but the new strain to Cassian’s voice suggest actual tears may be forming behind those hazel eyes. “But we could go - hiccup - so many places! Tarquin kicked me out of Adriata, but I think he’s just playing hard to get-”

Az sits bolt upright and puts his hand over Cass’ mouth. “If I promise to run away with you in the morning,” he says evenly, “will you go back to sleep?” He doesn’t remove his hand until Cassian has nodded vigorously. “Thank the Mother,” he says and lays back down.

The cabin goes very still with renewed quiet waiting tensely for Cassian’s drunk ass to make good on his word. Finally, Az hears the sound of a large body falling back on the blankets next to him with a dull thud that has him sighing in relief, until he’s hit with the hard thunk! of Cassian’s arm thrown across his chest. “I fucking love you, man,” Cassian says, giving Az’s shoulder a squeeze.

When the arm doesn’t retreat back, Az just pats it in a placating manner and sighs, albeit somewhat amused with his friend’s drunken pleasantries, “I fucking love you, too, Cass.”

“Cauldron,” Mor swears, rolling over on Azriel’s other side. “Get a room.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” Cassian mumbles and then falls perfectly asleep. It takes Azriel an hour to untangle himself free.

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I Freaking Love You

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:  1697
Requested by Anonymous:  Have you ever written something where the reader gets drunk and admits her feelings for Dean? If so could you please write something like that? With le smut? Thanks beauty 😘😘😘 

Warning: Smut

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.

          You had had a little too much to drink. Not enough to not know what was going on. But enough to make you stumble slightly and you knew your words would probably slur if you tried to talk.

           You got the key out of your pocket and went to the door of the motel room. You always had your own room from the guys. Always. Because you all thought it was important for you to have your privacy and space away from Dean and Sam.

           But as you were fumbling with the key, the deep voice of Dean Winchester sent tingles through your entire body, “Having problems, Sweetheart?” he teased.

           “M’fine,” you slurred slightly.

           “Whoa,” Dean chuckled, “A little too much to drink tonight?”

           “Had fun,” you shrugged.

           “I guess that’s all that matters,” he said, “Here, let me help you,” he took the key from you and expertly opened the door.

           “Thanks,” you said, stumbling slightly as you went into the room.

           “You need some help?” he asked, holding your elbow to steady you.

           “Got it,” you said.

           “If you need me, you call, okay?” he asked.

           “M’kay,” you nodded.

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Jealousy and Firewhisky

Request: “Hello I was wandering if you could write a Sirius x reader where like all the marauders and y/n are drinking but concious and Sirius is really drunk and can’t take it anymore and so confesses his love to the reader and everyone is like surprised but kind of knew💖💖💖💖💖thank you”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: implied smuuuut & alcohol 

Originally posted by belandsx

You sat cross legged, taking yet another swig from the bottle of Firewhisky while James rounded up the last of the partygoers, shooing them out the door. Sirius haphazardly snatched up the bottle from you, tutting with a wild giggle.

“You’ve had enough (Y/n).” He stated, ending in a hiccup.

“Speak for yourself!” You snorted. “You can barely sit without toppling over.”

“That’s the last of them.” Peter huffed, taking a seat beside you, soon to be joined with James.

“I’d call that party a success, what do you think Moony?” James eyed the boy who was already climbing up the stairs to their dorm.

“Yeah, great.” Remus answered through a yawn. “I’m going to pass out. I have an early potions class tomorrow.”

“You’re so boring.” Sirius shouted at his friend with an easy smile.

“Boring, and getting better grades than you Padfoot.” Remus reminded, disappearing up the stairs.

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//My Hero//

Word Count: 3377

Group: NCT 127

Member: Jaehyun

Warnings: none

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

“C’mon, (Y/N), why won’t you come tonight? For me?” Your best friend pestered you during your last class of the day. It was the Friday before a long weekend and you just couldn’t wait to unwind in the comfort of your home. Nothing appealed to you more in that moment than the idea of putting on your coziest pajamas, watching the cheesiest k-drama, and eating some spicy ramen. But that’s not what Yoona thought. She gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster as she continued to question you. “You never go out! And it’s my birthday this weekend. If you go you won’t even have to get me a gift…”  

“Why is it so important that I go? You go to parties without me all the time!” You rolled your eyes at her as you shoved a book into your bag.

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[M] Open Up.

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader

Summary: Honesty is the best policy, Yoongi reckons and you…Well, you tend to agree.

Count: 1.4 k

Warning(s): Smut. Also, this gives me CEO!Yoongi vibes so heads up because I’m wrecked by it. 

A/N: I was writing something else then I thought about Yoongi for like two seconds and oops…  (@full-time-dino; suffer) 

Originally posted by yooingi

The silence in the room weighed heavy upon your shoulders, disappearing temporarily with every one of your labored breaths.

“I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn,” He shrugged, the pad of his thumb swiping over the head of his cock to collect a bead of precum, “Just tell me what you want.” He said, pressing the slicked thumb against your bitten lips waiting for them to part obediently so he could press it against your tongue. It was almost generous of him to let you savor the familiar taste, even if it was just for a moment. You knew it was a taunt, a harsh reminder of everything your pride was keeping you from but still, your eyes closed in an effort to concentrate on the faint taste of Yoongi that lingered.

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Player: Alex Nylander – Buffalo Sabres


Mentions: William Nylander

Warnings: Angst & Swear Words 

Preview:. Can I kiss you right now?” you asked, you were drunk, not rude.

Characters:. 1314 words.

 The masterlist is here. 

Originally posted by nhlinfluenced

You were six shots in, and you were definitely feeling it. It was your eighteenth birthday and the Nylanders had taken you out to celebrate. You and Alex were best friends basically since birth. You had always been inseparable. Sitting at the bar, you were giggling uncontrollably and Alex was chuckling at your drunken stupor. You look at him, his head thrown back mid laugh with the biggest smile.  That smile, it could light up any room no matter how dark. Your drunken self had the courage to do something that sober you would never. You hopped off your stool and stood closer to Alex.

“Can I kiss you right now?” you asked, you were drunk, not rude.

He looked at you wide-eyed but before he could respond you placed your lips on his. Maybe drunk you was a little rude. You became nervous and went to pull away but Alex’s arm snaked around you and pulled you closer. His movement became to match yours and you both sat there for a moment inhaling one another.

When you did finally pull away, you giggled when you saw the huge smile on Alex’s face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” He stated.


You woke up to a familiar scent, Camilla’s Sunday morning waffles. You rubbed your face, hoping the pounding among your head would fade. You sat up in bed you knew all too well. You looked around at the familiar posters and the hockey gear sprawled across the room. You tried to recall the events of the night before. The last thing you remembered was dancing with William when you had gotten there, after your third shot. You didn’t want to know how many more you had after that.

Alex walked into the room with a glass of water and an aspirin.

You wrapped yourself in his comforter as he chuckled.

“Gosh, I feel so terrible.” You stated as you took the aspirin he offered and chugged down half of the water.

“I don’t feel much better” he chuckled.

“Good, this is all your fault! I feel sick even thinking about it.”

Alex’s face fell. “Which…Which part?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, all of it? Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah let’s do that. Better get down stairs.”

You both stood up. You were in a large t-shirt and a pair of sweats. You walked downstairs with Alex. He was suddenly a bit off but you figured he was battling the same headache you were.

You sat down in your normal seat and tried to eat breakfast.

“Is that my shirt?” you heard Will question.

“She wasn’t puking on any of my things.” Alex chirped.

You hit Alex’s arm. “You are such a man-child you know.”

You all continued to eat breakfast. Making small talk, the boys throwing in comments to tease you here and there.

“Are you all packed Alex?” Camilla asked suddenly.

It then clicked. Tomorrow morning, you would be off to school in Toronto and Alex would be off to New York for the new season. The summer had come to an end and you and your best friend would be separated for one of the longest periods you had ever faced. Sadness seeped over you, Alex seemed to sense this and hugged you from the side.

And just like that, you were separated.

A Year Later…

You stepped away from the gate searching the crowd for the blonde mop of hair that was your best friend. Instead, you were matched with a sign that said “Y/N Y/L/N.”

You walked up to the unknown man. “That’s me.”

He simply nodded and led you to a town car. He placed your bags in the trunk as you sat down in the car.

The drive was quiet and the disappointment seemed to overcome you. You wiped away a few stray tears. This visit was already off to a bad start. You had decided to come and spend the time right before you had to go back to school in New York with Alex, or apparently the driver of your town car. He had gone back to Sweden for the entire summer and you hadn’t seen him. You both kept in touch but your best friend was growing distant you didn’t know why.

You reached Alex’s apartment and you grabbed your bags walking towards the elevator. You reached his door, you knocked but there was no answer.

You took out your phone to call him but were met with a text from him.

Alex: The door is open, go inside and get ready. There is a party tonight. The car will take you.

You sighed and shook your head. You entered his apartment. It was a mess. You placed your bags in one of the rooms. You started going through your things looking for something to wear. Your disappointment was bubbling into anger. But you couldn’t deny that you still just wanted to see your best friend. If a party meant you could do that then it was a party you were going to.

You reached the party but you were wrong. He didn’t come down, he didn’t answer your calls or texts. The man at the door let you in after you gave him your name. You stood around out of place for what seemed like forever. Finally, Alex approached you and gave you a hug, splashing beer against your back.

“Sorry the boys had this planned for weeks, it won’t be long.” Alex tried.

But before you could respond, one of the boys had grabbed Alex’s arm. “Hey, the girls from the ice team are here.”

He looked towards you. “Go on, Alex.”

You watched as he walked away with his teammate. You didn’t know who Alex was anymore. You could feel the tears coming and you didn’t want to be a crying mess in a room full of hockey players and beautiful women. You turned on your heels and left the club. You began walking down the sidewalk using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears and smudged makeup.

“Y/N! Wait. Where are you going?”

“Back Home. This is too crazy for me. I obviously came in the middle of something here.” You answered without turning around.

“Everything is fine. The boys just wanted to get pumped for the new season is all.”

You finally turned to face him. “I’m so glad you’re fine Alex because I’m not!

“What are you talking about?”

“Why did you even invite me out here Alex?” You shouted.

“For goodness sake Y/N, you’re my best friend. I wanted to see you!”

“Am I though? You hardly even talk to me anymore! You couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up today!

“I was busy!”

“Well, maybe you are too busy for me anymore.”

You turned back around heading back to the apartment but Alex grabbed your wrist.

“It was hard after you didn’t come or even reply.”

You looked dumbfounded. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“The letter.”

“What letter?”

“The letter Will gave you.”

“Will never gave me a letter.”

“Wait what?”

“Will never gave me a letter Alex, but that doesn’t excuse how you’ve treated me the last year, I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from.”

You pulled your hand from Alex and kept walking, leaving him confused in the street.


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Bartender!Jimin x Reader

5.7k of who knows what Angst, Smut?, and Fluff?

Warnings: Use and Mention of Date-Rape Drugs, thigh riding, teasing

Ok… so… i tried… I have listened to Greedy over 100 times trying to write this… The song annoys me now. oh and do’t worry, jimin doesn’t use the date-rape drug on reader. So, Yea! Enjoy!

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The intoxicating smell of liquid confidence filled the room. Or should I say depressant? The freshly poured round of shots was picked up by hands in my peripheral vision. A clink resounded through the air, as the grieving souls tried to forget the misery they were drowning in. Thankfully I was not included in that group of those, who needed to drink their minds to oblivion.

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