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Thinking About You // Park Jimin


the prompt: hellooo !! can i request a Jimin fluff where like you guys are friends and stuff but he’s like fuckboy!jimin and y'all decide to hang out by the pool and it ends up being rlly fluffy!!!

words: 1448

category: fluff! + drabble?

author note: i tried so hard to write jimin as an fboy but i think i may have failed (idek). he’s just so soft :/hope you like the direction i took it in! (also i kinda made him a swimmer? you said pool and i thought of swimming athlete jimin so…)(also pls enjoy the gif below)

- destinee

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Jughead & Reader: Desire

Summary: At Ethel’s pool party, Jughead gets a little… excited when the two of you hang out at the pool. Embarrassed because all of his friends are around, the two of you have to try to find a way to sneak out without anyone noticing. 


Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Undisclosed Desires - Muse

“Tell me again why I’m here,” Jughead said as the two of you walked down the path to Ethel Mugg’s pool house. He was wearing his black swim trunks with a t-shirt and a towel over his shoulder. He wasn’t too excited to be at a pool party with other students from school, but you had your ways of getting him to come. 

You laughed and looked at him. “Because you love me and want to spend time with me.” Jughead raised an eyebrow. “And because I said I’d cook for you if you came.”

“That’s right.” He laughed and kissed your head before you slid open the door and entered the pool house. 

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‘You’re the only person who I want to destroy me. Rip me apart of every last thing I have. Your arms still feel like home and I don’t want this life with anyone else but you. I need you. I need you. I need you.’

“So in there is a library” the doctor said bouncing on his toes as he showed Donna the inside of the TARDIS and its many corridors. “A library?” she retorted “Yes a library, why not?” he quipped back and she smiled at his own excitement. “Nearly every book ever in there”
“And what about in there?” she asked pointing at the next door. “Swimming pool” he said and she frowned “How does all the water stay in?” she asked and he rolled his eyes “Oh lets take the fun out of everything” he sighed and Donna rolled her eyes back at him. In doing so one door caught her eye, different from all the other smooth and polished doors, this one was falling apart, held together with what looked like duck tape. It was in a dark corner where as the others where in the light. “What that, there?” she asked and nodding to door. “Nothing… just… nothing” he said and she could see that his face had fallen a little, like it did when he was remembering something bad. “Doctor?” she asked softly, her eyes full of sympathy “Doctor, are you alright?” it was as if he had blanked out, ignoring her and involved in his own thoughts.

Hours later, with the doctor distracted by a problem on the console, Donna crept off in search of the door again. On trying it she discovered that it was locked, but the wood was so rotten that she could easily pull it away and step inside. On entering Donna’s heart broke. The room was white filled with pastel pinks and blues. But it was dark, single beams of light filtered through as if moon light was coming in making the room eerier that it should have been. But on looking closer Donna saw what the room truly was. There was a double bed… a vanity table covered with bottles of perfumes and picture frames… a baby’s cot each covered with a layer of dust. “Oh-“ she breathed realising what the room was.

The doctor dashed around the console hitting parts with a hammer here and there causing several sparks to erupt out of the centre. A beep caught his attention and he ran around to see the screen again and he froze solid. The system had been set up to tell him if anyone entered the room he had locked long ago.

“I told you, nothing” the doctor said stood in the doorway, his long coat on and his hands in his suit pockets making him look more god like than ever in the darkness. Donna spun round to face him, tears in her eyes. “Doctor-?” she asked and he sighed taking his hands out of his pockets and walking into the room. As he did so the lights came on and Donna could see the full extent of the room. “What happened?” she asked and he sighed letting his fingers run across the surface of the vanity table. “Her name was Y/N” he muttered looking at a picture on the table. “Do you want to talk?” Donna asked and the doctor pulled a face. “She um…” he trailed off. He struggled to open up to anyone, only Y/N seemed able to make him do that she didn’t even need to try. “You don’t have too, but…” Donna’s words trailed off as well. “She was pregnant…” he hands touched the wooden cot mixing up the dust. “What happened to her?” he sucked in a sharp breath the same way he did when he was trying to be brave “She died” he said and made to leave. “But doctor…”
“She died… thats it now… please… Donna” he said and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Okay” she nodded understanding “I’ll be here if you need me” she said and he nodded watching her red hair as she left him alone in the room.

The doctor paced around angry that Donna had forced him to relive the painful memories. Yet another someone he had loved had gone taken from him:
“We might have a small… tiny… like… it’s not even the size of a pea problem” she said wincing a little as she tried to measure the scale between her two fingers
“That means its a big problem, like end of the universe big” he said a look of worry covering his face and she shook her head before flopping down on the seat at the edge of the console. “No, not… not quite that big. Like I said minuscule… I mean it doesn’t even matter really”
“Y/N, just tell me!”
“Fine, here” she said and threw him something, for him to catch. “Y/N? Your not?”
“Small very small-problem…” she whispered before burning her head in her hands.

The doctor ran his hands on the cot, his tears spilling over as he remembered. “I’m sorry Y/N” he whispered.

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seeing that mib 2003 rainbow/glitter celebration g3s are up to $30+ instead of >$20 like they were a year ago 

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Do You Have To Do That? (5/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block with it till last night. I’m about to start part 6 for this today)

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“Hey.” His voice echoes off the empty pool, your head jerks up looking behind you. Steve is leaning in the door way, the pool lights reflecting off him and the shadows playing making him look mysterious in the half light and shadows.

“Hi.” You smile before looking down at your legs that had turned to tail, when you placed your feet in the water. You had been there for a while, watching the city below through the glass walls. You hadn’t heard Steve come in, feeling awkward and out of place suddenly.

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"You should speak Spanish more often." Jack Johnson//Imagine


I pulled into the driveway of the house I shared with my boyfriend and some of our friends. I was so tired all I wanted to do was crawl in bed with him and go to sleep, but no, not when you like with these Psycho idiots.

To start off al this madness there were like five different cars parked in our yard which pissed me off, especially because Sammy’s car was in MY parking space so I had to park around the block. Which I excused quickly because the boys have people over all the time.

Then oh shit got real. I walked into the house to be hit with the smell of weed and blasting music. I didn’t hesitate for the aspen in my purse and I quickly swallowed them because of my pounding head ace. I knew I could get no peace and quiet down stairs which made me upset but I just decided I could swim in the pool. Since I’m from Florida (sorry if you aren’t from Florida I just figured you know beaches + swimming so you know… idk you can change it) I loved swimming and it would relax me. So I ran upstairs and changed trying not to invite the boys to talk to me. I went in to see my room a complete mess. I was pissed. I spent 4 hours cleaning the whole house yesterday and now not only was he living room messy but now my room too?! I let out a long sigh but just changed like I had wanted to do.

After I changed into my favorite bikini I tip toed down the stairs and opened the sliding door to the pool. There were a lot more people here then I thought there would be. It was literally a party, kind of. I walked over to Johnson who was talking to Lia (no hate I love her I just couldn’t think of anyone else.)

“Hey baby.” I smiled sitting next to him.
Jack looked over at me and smiled but tuned back into what she was saying.
I sat there for a while trying to get Jack’s attention but he’s either ignore me or brush it off and tell me to stop. I stood up from the chair I was sitting in and sat down in the grass putting my feet in the pool.
I scrolled through my twitter feed when someone yelled in my ear giving my a light shove. I was so shocked by the whole thing my jumped a little which sent my phone flying into the water.

“Oh shit, baby I’m sorry.” Johnson laughed behind me.
I took in a deep breath before turning around and before I could even think I started yelling at him in Spanish due to stress from work, and him, and the house, and school, and my family I couldn’t take it anymore.
“¡que demonios! Johnson usted idiota! Usted me hizo caer mi puto teléfono ahora está arruinado! Todo lo que quería hacer es volver a casa y abrazarte con ti, tuve el día más largo en el trabajo y chicos basura de la maldita casa y no me presta atención, y Sammy estaba estacionado en mi maldito espacio de estacionamiento! ¡MI ESPACIO DE ESTACIONAMIENTO! ¿Y ahora arruinas mi teléfono? Sólo déjame el infierno solo!” I yelled at him. He looked shocked and so did all his friends.
“Umm I’m sorry?” Johnson said more of a question then a statement because he clearly has no idea what I just said but he could tell I was annoyed. Johnson didn’t know I spoke Spanish, and none of our friend did except Alayna (again you can change it that’s just my Latina friend’s name).

Jack tried to hug me and I quickly pushed him off me, “don’t you fucking dare.” I muttered walking passed him and towards the house.
“Baby I’ll buy you a new phone!” He yelled after me and I put my hand up so he knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
“Oh she gave you the hand it’s over, you done fucked up.” Alyna said as I walked inside.
I ran upstairs into our room dodging all the mess and jumped on the bed. I wrapped myself in the soft white blanket and sat there. I snapped on him for some stuff that really wasn’t his fault but I’m myself, I don’t say “sorry” unless I get an apology first.

Alyna walked in and looked me laying there, “what the hell y/n? What was that?” She laughed sitting next to me. I put my head in her lap and told her everything.
“Well yeah I kind of caught that from your Spanish snap.” She laughed but stopped when she saw my expression.
After we had talked for a while we heard footsteps, Johnson appeared in the door frame. I sat up off Alyna and she left, “I’ll let you guys be alone.”
“What do you want?” I muttered standing up and walking over to my side of the closet to grab a shirt. I grabbed a long 2-pac shirt and stared at Johnson.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked wrapping his arms around me.
“I just hand a long day, the house is a mess, you weren’t listening to me, I’m on my period, I have a head ace, my stomach hurts, I haven’t eaten at all today and it’s 9:00 at night! I’m just upset!” I rambled becoming more and more angry with every word.
“Awe,” Johnson muttered wrapping his arms around me, “I’m sorry y/n/n (ur nickname).” “It’s okay it isn’t your fault baby.” I leaned into his touch and he kissed my temple.
“You should speak Spanish more often,” he brought his hands to feel on my ass, “it was kind of sexy.”
I laughed at his whiteness (don’t be triggered).
“Maybe I will.” I said with my Spanish accent.

what the hell! johnson you idiot! you made me drop my fucking phone now it’s ruined! All i wanted to do is come home and cuddle with you, i had the longest day at work and you guys trash the damn house and you don’t pay attention to me, and Sammy was parked in my fucking parking space! MY PARKING SPACE! And now you ruin my phone?! just leave me the hell alone!

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member: vernon / hansol

genre: fluff

this wasn’t originally planned for vernon’s birthday it was just sitting around in my drafts but since it was feb 18 yesterday ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Just Anxious... [Seb Stan x Reader]

AN: Drabbles, drabbles, drabbles… Just a simple drabble I was inspired to write in the middle of the night writhing in agony.

Warning: Anxiety and anxious situations.

Summary: Reader is at a Seb photo op and she was getting really really nervous.

Originally posted by little--batman

The line moved up again and I could feel my heartbeat go faster, louder. My hands shook, hot and clammy. The people in front of me were smiling so big. The people behind me talk loudly, joking and laughing. They’re excited, just as I am. But I think unlike them, I’m scared.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if the picture we’re taking is not perfect? What if I don’t like the way we look?

With those thoughts running through my head, my insecurities crept up. So I checked​ my reflection for the tenth time, fixed my t-shirt.

The line moved​ up and I’m next. I could here his voice and the laughs. Oh God, I’m next!

I tried to remember his words. The advise he gives people when they come to him about their problems, their anxiety. I know them by heart. I read it everyday. Taking a deep breath, I let out the nervous energy within me in a long exhale. It helped some.

The camera shutter goes off, once, twice, thrice. Then, thank yous were exchanged. A few more laughs.

The door opened and a man’s head peeked out. “Next!”

I froze.

“Come on, kid!”

The girl behind me nudged me softly. Gulping, I dragged my feet through the threshold.

There he was. Oh God, oh God, oh God!

He turned when he saw me and I just couldn’t keep moving.

“Hi, I’m Sebastian!” He took a step towards me, holding his hand out but I was rooted to the spot. He was everything I pictured him to be and more. His smile was so big, it lit up the whole room. He seemed so happy to see me.

But what if I make him uncomfortable?

My breathing came a little bit faster and I couldn’t look anywhere too long. I paid a fortune to get here and I can’t even look at him.

“Hey, kid,” the photographer snapped and I looked to him. “Come on, we haven’t got all day!”

“Hey, give her a second, alright!” Sebastian said and turned to me. He was frowning.

Oh God. I’ve gone and done it now.

“I’m s-sorry.” I inched backwards. “I’m sorry, I can’t!” My heart is in my throat. I feel like puking but I will die first before I puke in front of Sebastian Stan.

“Wait!” He called, taking another step closer but I was already close to the door.

Tears pooled in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m sorry.” Then, I turned and ran out the door.

I ran to the emergency exit and barely made it to the stairs before my legs lost strength. I slid down the wall, breathing hard. More tears slid down my cheeks as I berated myself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Idiot. The one chance I had and I chickened out. I couldn’t do it and I ran.

I didn’t know how long I stayed there, but I only realized where I was when I heard the door opening.

Standing quickly, I wiped my face from any tear tracks. I bet it didn’t do much.

“Hey, are you doing alright?”

That voice. I know​ that voice. I’d know it anywhere.

Sebastian looked at me as I lift my face up. Concern marred his handsome face and I forgot to breathe. He seemed to notice this because he stepped close and put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, breathe! Slowly.”

I blinked but followed his instruction. After a moment, my heart rate started to go down.

“I was looking for you. You ran out of there before I could… How are you feeling?”

My eyes must be huge then. “I- I’m better…now.”

Sebastian smiled. “Good! Good, you got out of it. I saw you were a little nervous… Can I-uhh- Would you like a hug?” He chuckled lightly, like he himself was at odds with the situation.

I couldn’t speak. I nodded.

“Aww,” He came over and gave me the biggest bear hug ever. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his face. I let out a shaky breath, still not believing what was happening. “There you go. Just breathe.”

 “You were looking for me?” I hiccupped as fresh tears came to my eyes.

“I’m on my lunch break and I escaped my handlers. One of the girls said they saw you run through here. I just- I know how bad it gets and I’m sorry they rushed you in there. I just… wanna make sure you’re alright.” He explained, still not letting me go.

I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to ruin his shirt so I held it in. He had looked for me. Could this man be any more perfect?

He waited until I was ready to let him go before he stepped back. “Now, it would be unfair if you paid for a ticket and didn’t get what you came for. So, Miss…”


“Miss YN, would you like to take a picture with me?”


Jimin could tell you were not happy. From the way you walked in, to the way you said hello, to the 3 massive sighs you huffed while taking off the layers of clothing and shoes at the door. Although he wanted to know what was wrong, he was also rather apprehensive.

The last time you were in a mood like this, the two of you had one of the biggest fights in your 3 year relationship. Jimin did not want that to happen again, so instead he just stayed quiet, flipping the magazine pages. It wasn’t until you plopped down on the couch next to him, that he finally closed the magazine and looked at you.

How was your day? His rather cheery smile made you scowl even more. It’s not that you wanted to be mad at Jimin, but right now you didn’t want to talk about it. You just wanted to sit in your own self-pity and think of varying revenge schemes.

Jimin, I love you, but can you go away? You said rather quickly, while pinching the bridge of your nose.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and you knew that if you started talking about the day, you would end up in tears on the floor. So as the pit of guilt grew in your stomach, you watched the smile fade off of Jimin’s usually happy face and he got up. Silently walking to your shared bedroom, Jimin closed the door.

You sat there in a bit of dismay. Jimin usually just rolled his eyes whenever you said something like that, but here he was completely taking what you said and locking himself away. You looked at the closed door and the tears pooled out of your eyes.

Jimin sat on the bed and tried to think of ways to make you happy. He didn’t want to get in your way and he saw how the tears brimmed your eyes. He didn’t understand why you hated to cry in front of him, but he wanted you to release those emotions, even if that meant he couldn’t comfort you.

 When he heard you sniffle from the opposite end of the door, Jimin couldn’t take it. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor, your back leaning against the couch as you hugged your legs to your chest. Jimin’s heart ached for you and he walked up, kneeling down and wrapping his strong arms around you. 

When you felt him envelope you in his embrace, you leaned into the warmth. His broad chest made it easy for you to nuzzle close to him and you found comfort in hearing his heartbeat in your ear. Jimin rest his head on top of yours and breathed in your hair. The faint scent of your floral shampoo made its way to his nostrils and his body felt as if it would melt.

What happened today? He asked softly as you continued to burrow yourself further into his chest. He chuckled as you continued to try to avoid the question and snuggle up to him. Babe, c’mon. You finally lifted your gaze. Your eyes were red and slightly puffy. You mouth was swollen. And your breathing was slightly ragged.

Work sucks. You huffed. Your body slumped against Jimin’s chest as he stroked your back. Everyone just blames me for everything. I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t make one mistake, yet somehow I’m everyone’s punching bag. You continued to tell Jimin about your day at work as he tried his best to suppress his anger.

He hated the people you worked with, they were so miserable and hateful that they would end up stopping at nothing to bring you down. He had drafted a few plans in his head, but you had shot him down. Now you sat in his arms crying and all he wanted to do was roundhouse kick all of them.

You looked at him through blurred vision. Jimin? You asked.

Yes, babe. He replied.

Can we bake something? Your eyes sparkled when he laughed and got up. The two of you found yourselves in the kitchen with aprons on as you called out the varying ingredients.

You laughed as flour found its way into Jimin’s dark locks and he smiled as you found chocolate on your forehead.

As the sun set, the two of you enjoyed your freshly made cookies. Sitting on the couch with your aprons still on, flour and sugar strewn about the counters and the mixing bowls still dirtied in the sink. The two of you dunked the cookies in cold glasses of milk and smiled at the tv show that was now playing. The horrible work day long forgotten as the two of you nibbled away.

anonymous asked:

What's subaru reaction when he wake up in a spa one day and sees beautiful women every where in thier towers and the girls don't give a shit because is ones those spas both genders are getting the same treatments oh by the way this is ayatos and latios prank! 😆

♥Subaru: …What is this? My head… Fuck…

Subaru found himself covered in sweat. He slowly got up from the hard, wet floor. The heat and the steam in the air made him feel dizzy and confused. But then, he heard something… A feminine laughter. A lot of them, to be precise.

…Where the fuck am I?! And where is everyone?! Hey–

He stopped walking when he felt the air hit against his body. When he looked down, he saw only a towel covering his waist. Subaru panicked. He started running, looking for the exit. He could tell it was near, because the voices became louder. The moment he ran through a big door, reality punched him. Pools, fountains, and a lot of naked women.

No, no, no!!! G,GODDAMMIT! I’m going to kill whoever brought me he–!!

He slipped–

Blame it on the Alcohol

Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut

Request: Hi! Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are friends and he is all shy, literally just being his typical self. One day you go out clubbing/partying together and he gets really drunk and turns into the complete opposite, suddenly full of confidence . Somehow that night you end up sleeping together ;) Thanks in advance!!

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4

I just stared at him, willing him to speak. Just one word, that’s all I wanted. He tapped his pencil on the table and stared at the empty space in front of him.

Knowing that I was watching him, his eyes flickered toward me, his pencil froze in its actions, then his gaze quickly turned back to the space in front of him and the pencil started hitting the wood on the table as it had done before.

I sighed, I hate partner projects.

I looked to my professor who was leaned far back in his desk chair and his legs crossed on the table. His thin framed glasses were balanced on the tip of his nose as he blankly looked at an old newspaper. I silently cursed him for partnering me up with the shyest person in the class. No, the shyest person on the planet.

I side glanced my partner again, “Sooo, we need to come up with a topic for our presentation,” I tried to encourage him to come up with something. Every idea I came up with had been met with a meek shrug of his shoulders.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he was now twirling his pencil in between his long, thin fingers.

I pursed my lips and squinted at him, “Got any ideas?”

He chewed on his lip and shook his head.

I sighed and slumped back in my chair. Every other group had come up with their topic and started their projects yesterday. We were already behind the other groups and I couldn’t figure out how to get through to him so we could catch up.

You know, he’s lucky he’s gorgeous because if he just looked like every other Joe Shmoe in this school, I’d be furious with him right now. Every time I felt myself losing my temper, I would look at his profile and would suddenly feel calm, entranced even. His name was Jungkook. His features were soft and silky. His had a faint hint of a scar below his eye and I wondered how he managed to get it. His deep, inviting dark brown eyes were surrounded by thick, long black eyelashes.

“I was thinking we could—” just as I was about to pitch another idea, the bell rang.

“Pick up from here on Monday,” I finished my sentence.

“Okay,” he said without looking at me, gathering his belongings and standing up from his chair.

I followed his actions and grabbed my stuff, then walked toward the door. I just wanted to get out of this class and temporarily avoid the stress that this project had brought to me.

“Hey Y/N!” a girl shouted my name before I could get through the door.

I turned around to a girl who I’d spoken to a few times calling for my attention.

“Are you going to the party at the bar tonight?” she asked.

I cocked my head to the side, “I didn’t know there was a party at the bar tonight?”

“Oh, well… you should come! It’s gonna be a blast!”

I debated her offer inside my head then my eyes found Jungkook who was stood close to me and I was reminded of the stress of our project and my desperation to get my mind off of it.

I turned back to the girl, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there! I’ll bring a friend too,” I told her with a smile.

She clapped happily, “Great! It starts at 8,” then she turned to Jungkook, “You should come too!”

He looked at her with wide eyes like a deer, surprised that she was addressing him directly. He let out a long breath then nodded, “a party could be fun,” he muttered, quickly looking down at the ground as he addressed her.

So he’ll speak to her but not me? 

His eyes flickered in my direction once more before he bowed his head and ducked out of the classroom.

I took my time getting home. I decided to grab a coffee from the campus’s cafe and take a stroll through a nearby park. I walked until I naturally headed down the path to my apartment and unlocked the door. I called my best friend and asked her to come to the party with me tonight. Of course, she obliged because that girl loved a good party. By the time I got back to my apartment, I only had a couple hours until the party started.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of ramen and slowly slurped small mouthfuls of noodles. After I finished my pre-party meal, I put the dish in the sink and filled it with water to soak. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting until the bathroom was filled with steam to peel off my day clothes then slipped into the shower. I lazily lathered my body with soap and scrubbed my scalp with shampoo, not being in any rush to get to the party. I stood in the shower, letting the water run down my body until it went cold. I turned off the water then wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my bedroom.

I jumped with I walked through the door and was welcomed by my best friend sitting on my bed, fully dressed and ready to go.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?! It’s already 8:30!” she spoke shrilly while flapping her hands around. She wore a tight sparkly strapless red dress that perfectly accentuated her womanly curves and voluptuous breasts which I had always been slightly jealous of.

I shrugged, “Just taking my time. No one shows up to parties on time anyway.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Well hurry up.”

Brushing off her bitterness, I walked over to the closet to find an outfit. I dug through my underwear until I found what I was looking for: a padded black lacey bra with underwear to match. I always put on my prettiest pair of underwear before a party, not because I was looking to get lucky, but because it gave me confidence. I picked out a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans and paired them with a black sparkly top with straps that crisscrossed in the back.

“Aren’t you a little dressed down?” my friend asked me, looking at her outfit, then mine.

“It’s just a bar, I think this is fine,” I gestured to my appearance, “come do my hair while I do my makeup,” I ordered and walked down the hall to the bathroom. My hair was curled and left down to frame my face. I stuck with fairly tame eyeshadow colors— just a few shades of brown which was dark enough to make my eyes look bigger and more defined but not dark enough to make me look like I just got out of a fist fight and lost. I applied a soft pink lip color and a pair of black high heels which made my ass look fantastic. Then, at 9:30, I was ready to go.

The bar was just a short walk from my apartment. My friend was already complaining about her feet hurting and her dress riding up and I just rolled my eyes and laughed at her. I could hear the bass of the music blasting from the bar from a block away. When we got to the entrance, there were lights of various colors strobing through the windows. The music was deafeningly loud and pulsed through my body, filling me with excitement as we walked through the doors into the pool of people.

I turned to speak to my best friend but found her already attached butt to crotch with a smitten stranger. His hands were on her thighs as she ground herself onto his hips sexily. My gaze wandered from her to a man leaning against a support beam with a half drank beer in his hand. He had a sleazy smirk on his face as he raised his glass to me and winked. I groaned and my stomach churned at his hungry expression.

I need a drink.

I struggled to make my way through the crowd to the end of the building where the bar was. When I finally reached it, I slumped against the cool wood of the long bar and took a seat on one of the open bar stools. The music was significantly less intense over here, now I could actually hear lyrics and some sort of tune rather than just bass.

Just as the song was ending, the bartender began to walk over to me. Just as I was about to tell him my order, the sound of a guy laughing loudly caught my attention. I turned my head to where the laughter was coming from and my stomach lurched in surprise.

On the bend of the bar counter, my partner in class, Jungkook was smiling hugely with his hand on a girl’s shoulder. He was wearing a black leather jacket which he paired with a white v neck shirt that showed off a bit of his muscular smooth chest. He leaned in close to her and whispered seductively which made her melt into a fit of giggles and playfully push him away, letting her hand linger on his chest much longer than it needed to.

Just as the opening chords to a new song blasted through the speakers, Jungkook’s eyes found mine across the bar. I froze unsure of what to do next. Should I look away? Wave?

His already dark brown eyes grew even darker as he turned his head to the side and rolled his tongue across the inside of his cheek, a devilish smile grew on his face. He leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear, never breaking eye contact with me. He stepped away from her and he head snapped in my direction. She shot me a glare as Jungkook moved around the bend toward me.

Before I could react, Jungkook was standing extremely close to me, looking my body up and down, “Hellooo,” he drew out the the “o”, “you look ravishing,” he flirted.

I stood there stunned, there’s no way this was the same boy that refused to even make eye contact with me in class today.

“I–I didn’t think you’d show up to this,” I admitted in a fluster.

He turned his head to the side, “Why not? I said I would in class today.”

I shrugged, “You just don’t seem like the party type.”

He smirked, “I only came on the off-chance that I’d get to see you.”

His bold confession made his current state obvious to me, “Are you drunk?” I asked him, brushing off what he had just said. There’s no way he meant it if he was drunk, right?

He looked off to the side like he was debating his answer, then he looked back at me with a single raised eyebrow, “I’m not sober.”

I nodded. Shit, maybe he did mean it. I turned away from him and tried to let my curls fall over my face and block my blushing cheeks from his line of sight.

“Do you want a drink? How about a beer?” Jungkook asked and before I could respond was shouting at the bartender to get him two beers on tap.

I was going to interject but I couldn’t find anything wrong with letting a cute boy buy me a drink, so I said nothing. Especially after this cute boy basically put me through hell during class by refusing to work with me on our project. If anything, he owed me this drink.

“Are you here alone?” he asked before taking a long drink from the golden frothy liquid that the bartender had just put in front of him.

I grabbed my glass and turned my body so I could see the dance floor. I scanned the crowd until I spotted my best friend, who was now grinding on a different guy than she had been earlier, “That one,” I pointed to her, “I brought her,” I also chugged half of my beer.

He leaned closer to me to see who I was pointing at, “Red dress?”


He laughed and took another huge drink, essentially emptying his glass, “She looks like she’s having fun.”

I scoffed, “You could say that.”

Jungkook put his empty glass on the counter then tapped the table with his fingertips as he thought through something.

“Can you take shots?” he questioned playfully.

One corner of my mouth raised, “I don’t mean to brag but, I am excellent at taking shots,” I found myself sending out flirtatious vibes without meaning to.

He raised his eyebrow again, “Oh really? Prove it,” he baited.

I leaned back and put my hand over my chest, pretending to be hurt that he would ever doubt me, “Maybe I will,” I called the bartender over and ordered two rounds of shots of tequila for both of us. He poured the poison into shot glasses in front of us. Jungkook and I both grabbed one glass out of the four sat in front of us and clinked them together before downing the liquid and feeling as if it was burning a hole in my throat since I had no chaser.

I tried to play it off cool and pretend that the shot was nothing but I lost it when Jungkook became a laughing and coughing mess in front of me. I followed him quickly after as my body tried to reject what I had just consumed. Without pausing, we did the second round, having the same reaction as the first. Jungkook called for yet another round of shots, which we both did easily since the damage had already been done from the first two.

“You’re right,” he commented, “you are good at taking shots.

I shrugged smugly. Just then, a particularly loud song started playing.

“I can’t believe this,” I screamed over the blaring music.

“Can’t believe what?” he shouted back.

“You’re actually fun!”

He laughed and held up his shot glass, which the bartender had kindly refilled, “Blame the alcohol,” then the poured the shot down this throat.

I grabbed my glass and held it still for a moment, knowing I needed to slow down before the drunkenness hit me like a ton of bricks, “You’re just so quiet normally, I’m surprised,” I said before opening my throat and allowing the liquor to pass through without touching my tongue.     

He shrugged, putting his mouth to my ear so he didn’t need to yell as much, “I like to think that tipsiness shows my true colors.”

We continued talking about nothing for about thirty minutes until I felt the five shots and half a beer beginning to set in. Just as my mind started to get loopy, I heard the opening to my favorite song.

I gasped and aggressively tugged on Jungkook’s arm, “Oo! Oo! I love this song!”

He looked around at the very full dance floor then looked at me suggestively, “Let’s go dance!”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the bar, onto the dance floor. We both began to move our bodies to the rhythm of the music. The alcohol that was tracing through my veins allowed me to forget about any insecurities or embarrassment that I may have had if I were sober.

This song wasn’t exactly classy. It was definitely a booty shaking, boob bouncing song and I did just that right in front of Jungkook. A huge smile grew on his face as he watched my body move and swayed his body left and right.

He put a hand on my hip and helped guide me to the beat of the song. His hand moved from my hip to the curve of my lower back, pulling me closer to him. Adrenaline coursed through my body alongside the alcohol. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us. Our hips rocked against each other as Jungkook looked into my eyes and smiled seductively. I had no idea he had this sexy and smooth side to him and it was making my body get very warm and my breathing heavy.

I wasn’t sure how this dancing was making him feel but I knew I was started to get very turned on at the feeling of having my hips pressed to someone else. His hands were skimming up and down my back, getting very close to my butt but never actually resting there.

The song faded to its end and Jungkook and I just stood there, hips still pressed together, just looking at each other. His eyes were dark and hypnotic, making me yearn for him even more.

A new song started playing and Jungkook leaned his mouth to my ear, “It’s loud in here, let’s go somewhere else,” he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the exit of the bar. I frantically looked around for my friend and found her making out with the guy she had been grinding with, in the corner of the dance floor. She seemed occupied, I’d just text her to let her know where I went later.

Jungkook lead me outside into the cold, bitter air. He aggressively pushed me up against the brick wall of the bar and crashed his lips to mine. Drunk and extremely turned on, I immediately began kissing him back and spastically rubbing my hands all over his body. He grabbed at my upper thighs and ass, not being shy about grabbing it anymore. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I tangled my hands into his hair. I ground my hips on his just as I had done on the dance floor and he reciprocated the action.

“Hey, take that somewhere else!” the bouncer shouted at us, causing me to jump in fright and push Jungkook back.

He looked at me and smirk through his panting breath, “My apartment,” he said simply then grabbed my hand and pulled me down the road away from the bar. This is definitely not how I saw my night going.

We walked quickly down the deserted street to a tall apartment building. Jungkook led me through the lobby and into the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor, then pressed me against the side of the elevator and kissed me again, this time less harshly but still just as urgently as outside the bar.

We made out until the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Jungkook grabbed me again and led me to his front door, opening it with a shaky hand then pulling me through the doorway.

I was once again shoved against the wall and Jungkook firmly pressed his lips to mine, unable to contain his desire for me. Our bodies pressed together and I could feel his hardening dick against me. I ground against the bulge and his breath hitched at the contact.

I grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled the piece of clothing off of his body. He helped by pulling his arms out of the sleeves and cupped my face with his hands and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. He kicked off his shoes and hiked up the bottom of my shirt and his hot hands grasped my bare waist. I also took off my shoes without breaking the kiss and grappled at his belt and tugging it open.

He broke the kiss and led me to his bedroom where everything was neatly lined up on shelves but the bed was unmade. He pushed me onto his bed and I landed on my back. He jumped onto of me and leaned in to reconnect our lips.

I put my hand on his chest to make him halt, “I don’t normally do this with people,” I informed him.

He smiled, “I don’t either,” then crashed his lips to mine. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt again and this time he pushed it up my body, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it over my head. His hands grabbed my breasts and I silently thanked myself for wearing my nice bra.

He popped open my jeans and slid them down off of my hips, enough to have easy access to the hem of my underwear. As his fingers played with the top of my underwear, I pulled open his jeans and slid them down his body with my feet. His hand dipped into my underwear and let his middle finger run over my wet fold.

I hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his long fingers on me. He brought his finger up from my opening to circle my clit. I jolted, feeling relief from the pent up desire and moaned into his mouth. My hand cupped the bulge in his underwear, rubbing it. He ground his hips into my hand and rubbed my clit harder.

Sweat gathered at my hairline and I panted, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. He pulled his hand away from my center and tugged his underwear off, letting his dick spring free. He pulled my underwear off too as well as his shirt and my bra. His mouth left open kisses all over my chest as he lined himself up with my entrance.

He easily slid himself into me and didn’t hesitate to start rocking his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into me. He thrusted roughly and quickly, desperate to reach his release. I clenched around him, increasing the pleasure for both of us as he pounded into my g spot. He had me whimpering and moaning his name, knowing exactly what to do to make me unravel under him. He grunted and looked into my eyes, his brow furrowing and his mouth hanging open.

We both reached our highs quickly, the desperation for each other made it easy for both of us to cum. With one last grunt, he rolled off of me and laid on his back on the bed next to me. I rolled onto my stomach and looked at his sweat drenched face. He lazily brushed his fingers through my hair and looked at me through half lidded eyes.

It was then that I remember that this was the boy from class who was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even look at me. How was it possible that I was now lying naked in bed with him.

“I honestly had no idea that you were like this,” I admitted, “you’re usually so shy.”

He chuckled, “I’d like to blame the alcohol but the truth is… The desire, the attraction for you, is real. The alcohol just brought out the confidence for me to act on it.”

“I didn’t even realize we had the same attraction for each other,” I shook my head in disbelief.

He smirked mischiefly, “Does that mean we can do this again sometime?”

I laughed and nodded.

“Good, I’ve got a lot more I want to do with you,” he told me and pulled me close to his body, wrapping his strong arm around me.

I sat silent for a moment, savoring the feeling, “Hey, you know something that you could do with me?” I lifted my head to look at his face.

He looked at me curiously.

“Our project,” I said.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his eyes scrunching closed, “Oh yeah, sorry about that.”

“It’s due in a week. I’m begging you to help me with it,” I jokingly begged.

He rubbed the back of my head with a smile, “should we work on it right now?” he suggested.

I contemplated his suggestion and shook my head, “Let’s just do this right now,” I rested my head on his chest and snuggled into him.

He hummed in agreement and pulled me close to him.

We ended up falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and come Monday, we finally made headway on our project.  

I changed it a bit and made it a College Au, I hope that’s okay?

I’d love feedback on this! Also, requests are open but you’ll have to forgive me for writing SUPER slow.

Thanks for Reading! xx

Wanted (Sam Drake x Reader) Chapter 3: Stuck In A Moment You Can’t Get Out Of

welcome to chapter 3 lovelies! this chapter turned out longer than the others, but i got really involved with the interactions with sam and couldn’t stop! i love that man so much. enjoy this as we venture further into the plot! as always, let me know what you think and give feedback! im a sucker for that stuff. love you all! xx

Words: 3,380

Warnings: blood (lots of blood), violence

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The night began by checking into the dusty motel that Sam had contacted earlier in the evening. A slight inconvenience arose when there was only one room left, but in need of a place to stay the night, you decided to suck it up and share the room with Sam.

He helped you carry your things to the room and a wave of relief coursed through your body as Sam opened the door and you spotted two beds.

The two of you were quiet as you put your bags onto the separate beds and began to shuffle through them. Your head was flooded with nervous thoughts of what was to come, how you and Sam were even going to begin searching for the treasure, and if Sam’s connection was even trustworthy.

You needed to get out and clear your mind. Your thoughts were overwhelming and your hands began to shake. You walked to the door and opened it, hesitating and turning back to Sam.

“Hey,” You said quietly, drawing Sam’s attention from his bags to you standing in the doorway of the small musty motel room. “I’m gonna step out for a second.”

He looked at you concernedly, and gave you a small nod before turning back to his bags and continuing to unpack the rest of his things.

You closed the door behind you and closed your eyes, letting out a shaken sigh. The lights in the hallway flickered and you hurried down the hallway, pushing open the door to the pool deck and inhaled the fresh air desperately.

You looked for a place to sit, finding a pool chair and taking a seat on it, pulling your legs to your chest. The clouds moved over the sky, letting the stars and moon play hide-and-seek from behind them.

Shutting your eyes, you let the sound of water and the breeze settle your mind. You had to tell yourself everything would work itself out. You would find the pendant. You would get to live. You would be able to be at peace with yourself again.

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