like he puts up with all her drinking and mood swings

Oh Sehun//For Her

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Summary: The first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are tattooed onto your skin from birth. You hear the words, but in the worst possible situation - he’s in love with your close friend. 
Scenario: Soulmate AU, angst, fluff
Word Count: 5,746

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Bottoms Up

A/N: I felt like it’d been a while since I’d written anything that focused on Yoongi, so I really wanted to write something~ I started this a few weeks ago and then got distracted by life and finishing up college for the semester, but I finally finished it so here I am~ Hopefully you all enjoy it lol

Words: 3,007

Genre: Smut


Clubs aren’t your thing—but you give them a chance, because you don’t want to seem like the party pooper amongst your group of friends. Despite their efforts to get you to show some skin, though, you still end up walking into the club wearing a tank-top, skinny jeans, and a pair of laced up high-tops. You weren’t here to be hit on—you didn’t want some creep trying to slide his hand up your inner thigh. You were here to socialize, down some drinks to get over your regret of coming, and then hopefully leave with the first friend in your group who would call it a night.

So, you saddle up to the bar, waving at your friends as they scuttle out onto the dance floor—all high heels and short skirts. Once they disappear into the throng of grinding bodies, you spin on your stool, turning to rest your elbows on the counter top—

…and the bartender is right in front of you. Skinny, but well rounded—dark hair hanging slightly into his eyes, black button up fitted to his torso perfectly. His face remains void of any emotion, but when he catches your surprised stare and the slight part of your lips, he smirks.

“What can I start you with?” he asks, voice deeper than you had expected, a bit rough, but still clearly heard over the music of the club. You pause at the question, your mind blanking.

“I…I’ll take a rum and coke, unless you have something better to give me,” you say, trying to scrape up your remaining shred of composure. The male cocks an eyebrow, looking a little contemplative.

“You wanna get drunk? Or do you just wanna buzz so you can still punch the guy that tries to steal your panties? I mean you gotta throw me a bone here.”

“I don’t even fucking know, man,” you say honestly, leaning back a little to motion at yourself. “Look at me. I mean—it’s not exactly like easy access is written all over my jean-clad legs.”

The bartender hums, reaching down to snag a shot glass. “I’ve been looking at you for a minute or two now and you’re surprising cute despite the outfit,” he comments, reaching behind him to grab a bottle of Kahlua. “Clearly you’re not here to let anyone finger you in the back alleyway, though,” he continues, chuckling when he catches your blush and stunned look.

With skill, he snatches up a bottle of Grand Marnier and Bailey’s too, layering the liquors in a shot glass with exact precision. When he’s finished, he gently slides it towards you, meeting your questionable stare.

“It’s good. Sweet liquor for a sweet girl. Take it—it’ll help you loosen up a little.”

“Are bartenders usually this flirty?” you question him, downing the shot in one go (because damn this dude is making you warm already).

“Only to those who perk our interest,” he responds, taking the shot glass from you after you set down. You laugh, feeling somewhat incredulous.

“Yeah? Should I consider myself lucky then?”

“Depends on your definition of lucky,” he chuckles, eyes fliting to the side when another couple up the bar slurs for him. Smile dropping from his lips, he quickly moves around, throwing some ice into a glass—filling it a third full with rum and the remainder with coke.

“Suck on that till I get back,” he says briefly, sliding it to you, and you watch him, brows lifted in surprise as he quickly goes to tend on other patrons.

Taking the cool glass into your hand, you gently swirl the contents before taking a long sip.

You’re not sure what that bartender is aiming for, playing with your emotions like this, but…dammit, you really don’t mind.


Ten minutes later, dark and mysterious bartender is back in front of you, elbow propped on the counter, interest sparking in his irises as he listens to you ramble about all the things you don’t really like about clubs. You hadn’t exactly meant to just…open up to him, but…you’re beginning to think your tolerance is a bit lighter than you had assumed.

“I’m baffled you’re even here,” he muses, refilling your glass. “It seems like you’d rather be at home, reading a book, or doing some kind of other dorky, yet cute thing.”

Right? I don’t know, man—I wanted to not seem like the boring friend, but even when I’m here I’m still hiding at the bar,” you say, sighing, and rest your cheek in the palm of your hand. The bartender breathes a laugh, regarding you thoughtfully.

“You could always go.”

“Yeah, but…,” you begin, eyes flitting up to his, and his stare has you feeling a bit weak. “You’re here.”

At that, that man pauses, any movement stopping as his eyes fall from yours, lowering to regard the countertop. You watch him, cheeks hot, regret sinking in your stomach. Luckily, after a few seconds—instead of walking away or anything else that could potentially break your heart—he meets your gaze again and opens his mouth to respond.

…however, just as he does, the same drunk couple form before shouts for him at the other end of the bar and, sighing, the dark haired male hurries away. You’re once again left staring after him, hands fidgeting against your half-downed glass.

What the hell are you doing?


A little less than 20 minutes later—mister dark and mysterious having somehow disappeared from the bar without you noticing, you push your finished drink to the side and slide off your stool. You don’t want to drink anymore—you really don’t want to be here—and now that the flirty, cute bartender is gone, you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.

More than anything, you just want to tap out and go home, but, before you can, one of your friends spots you near the edge of the dance floor and hurries over. Grabbing your wrist, she tugs you into the mass of people, and you can’t think to tell her that you’re really not in the mood for dancing—especially considering that she has already dragged you into the middle of the action.

So, reluctantly, trying to let any of your worries go (as well as thoughts of the dark-haired bartender—who you may or may not have fallen for), you begin dancing with your friends. At first, things go well—you loosen up a bit, swing your hips, feel the music—but after a few minutes you feel a pair of hands land on your hips. Glancing down—catching sight of pale, long fingers—you realize that this isn’t one of your girlfriends.

“Sorry–,” you begin, taking a step forward, trying to let the person know that you’re not about that tonight—but the fingers only tighten, and you feel a males chest lightly press against your back.

“You said weren’t about dancing, yet when I stopped by the bar on my way out for the night and noticed you were gone, I find you out here on the dance floor,” the deep, familiar voice speaks, and fuck the heat you’d felt before is igniting your blood once more.

“You—I thought—”

“My shift was over. I left to grab my stuff and planned to come back to the bar to take you home with me, but—”

“I…what??” you say, flushing red, turning your head to try and face him, but his fingers dig into your waist, holding your still, and his lips press heatedly against your neck. That has you gasping, grinding back against him as his teeth and tongue work at your throat.

“My name is Yoongi, by the way,” he says, sucking particularly hard, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Yoongi,” you repeat, testing the name on your tongue. But his name alone rolling from your lips has Yoongi growling quietly, one of his hands sinking lower to grip your ass through your jeans. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, lifting one of your hands backwards to tug his hair.

“If you were going to take me home then take me already,” you breathe, grinding your ass back yet again, and before you can gather your head you’re being pulled off the dance floor, Yoongi’s grip tight on you wrist.

“Then let’s go.”

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History- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead and reader have drifted apart, and reader just wants to know why she lost one of her best friends (the requested “holy shit you have a lot of books” prompt)

Warnings: None wow what a shocker

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It was no secret that I loved reading. It ignited a passion in me, the stories I read gave me hope, and faith, they taught me to dream big and always reach for the stars. As cliché as it sounded, reading was my favorite pass time. My parents obviously saw how dedicated I was to literature, and they were proud of my intelligence and my sophisticated and mature personality, which had come from many of the books I had read, so it was no surprise that our home included a personal library for me to lounge in and read.

My parents were very well off when it came to money, especially living in Riverdale and having a decent paying job. We lived in a two-story house in the same neighborhood as the blossoms, although Cheryl and I weren’t any more than friendly neighbors and classmates. I usually kept to myself, having my few friends like Archie Andrews or Betty Cooper. My parents had been friends with theirs for as long as I can remember, which made the three of us close. I was also friends with Veronica Lodge and Kevin Keller.

Jughead Jones and I had a confusing relationship to say the least. We started off as childhood friends, then drifted apart during middle school. Then we grew closer over the summer, after Archie had ditched the road trip, and then he began to distance himself from me again. I didn’t know why, but it irritated me greatly, and it didn’t help that I had become infatuated with the broody teen. I would have done anything to fix whatever happened to our friendship, so when Betty told me Jughead had been having trouble in history class, I jumped at the offer to tutor him, managing to corner him at school.

“Jughead Jones.” I stood behind the boy who was hunched over his locker. He slowly turned to face me, a bored expression on his face.

“That’s me.” He replied, closing his locker door and leaning against it. I straightened my posture, not letting his loose demeanor intimidate me further.

“I know you’re having trouble in history, and lucky for you, we just so happen to have history, so I’m here to help.” I spoke cheerfully, a grin on my face.

“No thanks, I don’t need your charity.” Jughead pushed off the lockers, beginning to walk away.

“Jughead,” I grabbed his arm, turning him back around to face me. I decided to take control of the situation, putting on a brave face.

“It wasn’t an offer. You need the help, and you know it.” I let go of his arm.” Be at my house at 3:30, or retake history, it’s your call.”

With that, I turned on my heel, walking away.

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I paced my living room floor, too nervous to sit or do anything else for that matter. It was 3:31, and I was anxiously wondering if Jughead would come.

Ten minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, and I quickly ran to it, peeking out the window. When I saw Jughead standing there, arms crossed and his backpack on his shoulders, I sighed in relief, thanking my lucky stars he actually came.

I unlocked the bolt, opening the door and nodding my head to greet him. Jughead stepped inside, looking around at the hallway of my home. After a moment, I cleared my throat to catch his attention before leading him to the dining room table. I had already grabbed a few history books from the library, setting them neatly on the table.

“Would you like something to drink? We have water, sweet tea, soda….”

“Do you have root beer?” He asked, his attention already on one of the history books that sat on the table.

“Jughead Jones, I’m personally offended that you would ask me such a question.” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood. I saw a ghost of a smile flash across his face, and grinned to myself, happy that I had gotten something out of him. I grabbed a root beer from the fridge, walking over to him and handing him the bottle before sitting down next to him.

We had gotten an hour and a half in to tutoring, and I had been helping jughead with all the key things he would need to know for our midterm. Jughead had mostly been quiet, not saying much more than the answers to the questions. I gave up on trying to rekindle whatever friendship there was left. I just didn’t understand what I had done wrong, and it bothered me greatly.

“Ok, that’s it for today.” I stood up, collecting the history books in my arms.” I think you’re more than prepared for the test.” I walked out of the room, making my way to the library and swinging the door open. I walked over to the little nonfiction section I had assigned, putting the books back in alphabetical order.

“Holy shit.” I swung around, turning to see Jughead standing at the door.” That’s a lot of books.”

“Yeah.” I agreed, blushing lightly.” My mom and dad helped me make it when we moved in here. It’s my favorite room.” I turned my attention back to Jughead, who seemed to be fixated on one of the shelves, his fingers running across the spines of the books gently. After a moment or so, I broke the silence, uttering the question I had been wanting to ask for the longest time.

“What happened between us?” Jughead’s attention snapped back towards me, a sad look on his face.” Did I do something wrong? Why aren’t we friends anymore, Jughead? If it’s because of me – “

“It wasn’t you, y/n.” Jughead sighed, stepping towards me.” Trust me, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jughead dropped his head, finding the ground more interesting.

“Then what happened?” I questioned, looking at him expectantly. Jughead looked up, his eyes locking with mine. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say, but couldn’t. I sighed, looking away from him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for binging it up, I just wanted to know wh-“ I was cut off when Jughead cupped my face, turning me to look back at him. His hands stayed there for a moment, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones lightly, before he closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. My hands gripped Jughead’s wrists, not knowing where else to go.

After a moment, Jughead moved his hands, opting to wrap his arms around my waist instead. My arms went around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. Jughead and I finally broke apart, eyes locking again.

“That’s why.” Jughead spoke, voice cracking a bit. We both let out a breathy laugh, smiling as we realized we both had mutual feelings.

“You idiot. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” I shook my head, pushing him down by the back of his neck to kiss me again.

{PART 6} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; Jungkook finds out the extent of Yoongi’s damage, and gives a serious warning to the Montgomery’s in turn. Meanwhile, both you and Jungkook can’t seem to get each other out of your minds.

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask a mini fic or scenario where unknown breaks into Mc's apartment but Mc is quite loopy (like from meds w side affect or maybe she's a bit drunk) but like she's super affectionate, so she leans against him or rubs up against him cuddling and nuzzles into him innocently, and plays w his hair and boops his nose etc Just silly affection, but she does this as unknown takes her all the way to mint eye, so then he's just in front of rika with mc leaning against his shoulder all happy

Hello~! I’m not sure if this is quite what you want, but it’s still pretty cute, I think~! Hehe!

– R.I.


God, where is this woman??

6 hours. He’d been waiting for her for 6 hours. Granted, it wasn’t like she was supposed to be quietly waiting for me to break into her apartment to scare her, but- but… Okay, no that actually sounds reasonable. Never mind.

A part of him was a bit worried if you’d found out about his plans somehow, and you’d already taken shelter with one of the RFA members. But he decided to wait it out for a while longer. According to his research, you were always home by 12 in the morning.

Finally, the door unlocked, and he could hear the jangling of your keys as you pushed through the door. Before he could step out creepily, he could hear the bounce in your steps as you skipped through the entrance, shutting the door closed behind you. Well, you seemed to be a great mood.

(Or he’s just in a bad mood, after being left to wait 6 hours to scare you. At this rate, maybe he should just stay for a sleepover or something. He deserved it lololol)

Unknown stepped out from the shadows of the wall he hid behind, a sinister glint in his eyes as he eyed you carefully. “Well, well, well… Look what we have he-“

You notice him and jump over to him excitedly. “Ohmigosh! I didn’t see you there!!” you exclaim happily. “Welcome to my humble abode~ Let’s play!”

A bit offended by your lack of reaction, he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. I swear I had the creepy act perfected. Why is it not working?

You sniffed him, then suddenly pressed your nose into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “You smell soooo nice~” you sigh dreamily, burying yourself into his scent.

“Are you… drunk?” he asks cautiously, feeling a bit overwhelmed. This was not going according to plan. In fact, it was the opposite. You were creeping him out.

“Drunk? No way, I don’t drink!” you glare at him for his assumption. “But I diiid just grab a niiice cup of coffee from Jaehee earlier… Seven was there too!! He was acting a bit weird though, he laughed the entire time…”

My stupid, idiotic brother must have put drugs into her coffee… Unknown realized, mentally facepalming. He figured that the caffeine’s effect on making you act hyperactive plus an enhancement drug probably brought you to this… unrefined state.

“Well, come on, let’s go,” he stated, dragging you to the window.

“What? No! You just got here,” you pouted, tears welling up in your eyes. “You smell so nice, please don’t leave…”

His cheeks reddened, embarrassed by what you had said. “Sh-shut up already!” he mustered a weak glare at you, which only served to make him look absolutely adorable.

You giggled at the sight, and raised your hand to his nose. “Boop!” you pressed his nose. “Daawwh, you’re so cute~”

Annoyed (no, he’s actually enjoying this, guys), he drags you to the window, where a safety line has already been attached. He holds you in his arms, (in which you lean into his chest because man, he has some nice muscles) and jumps out the window.

“WHEEE!!” you screamed as you felt the wind blow against your skin from the force of your fall.

“ARE WE DYING TOGETHER LIKE JACK AND ROSE?” you shout. “BUT I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU YET!! CAN YOU WAIT??”

Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about? Unknown mentally sweat-dropped from your random statement. No, more importantly, what do you mean by yet? I’m kidnapping you, woman. What the hell are you going on about?

Finally, the two of you land on the grass, and he takes the brunt of the fall on his back. You lie on top of him, feeling the aftereffects of the fall in your head—you felt a bit dizzy.

“Are you okay?” he cautiously asked.

“Man, you’re a weird kidnapper! Who asks their victim if they’re okay?? This isn’t like the movies at all… or maybe you’re just a nice guy!” you wonder out loud.

Well, at least you were aware that you were being kidnapped.

He leads you to his car, and puts it into autopilot as you hop into the passenger seat cheerily, swinging your legs. “THIS IS COMFY! You have good taste in cars, Mr. Kidnapper~” you compliment him. “And the car smells just as nice as you, wow!”

Again, his heart seemed to skip a beat. “You… you’re really… strange,” he muttered, suppressing a blush from spreading across his cheeks.

You crawl over to his side of the car, and sit on his lap. “Hehe~ you’re even more comfortable, Mr. Kidnapper,” you mumble as you hug his chest, suddenly falling asleep.

His heart beat insanely fast, but you were already close to losing consciousness.

“Your heartbeat… sounds nice,” you yawn before the darkness faded in.

One can only imagine how flustered Unknown became throughout the ride back to Mint Eye Headquarters.

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Protecting What’s His. (Derek Hale Imagine)

Request: Could you do an imagine of Peter or Derek I don’t mind who, is overprotective of his pregnant girlfriend. Maybe he growls at the pack when they try to touch her. Thank you.

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You never imagined your life to be like this. It had been no secret about your attraction to Derek Hale, but in a moment of weakness and to spite your father, whom you had been estranged with at the time, you had some intimate moments with the werewolf. Those moments lead to life changing events and here you stood in front a mirror with a hand over your swollen stomach. 

After word got out that you were carrying Derek’s baby, your bond with your father had somehow grown stronger. He provided the support you needed and Derek had been with you every step of the way. “I never understood why my mother was always called beautiful when she was pregnant with Cora.” Derek whispered, causing you to snap your attention onto him. “Now I know why.” 

“You’re so cheesy. I have no idea why my brother calls you sourwolf.” You smiled as you walked over to him. “Isn’t there a meeting that you should be entertaining downstairs?” 

“The whole pack has to be there, (Y/N), and you know that includes you.” You smiled as your hands intertwined with Derek’s. Everything about the two of you felt and looked so right. You started to think that this baby that you were carrying was truly a gift sent from above. 

“There’s the lovely couple.” Peter remarked, his feet on your coffee table. You frowned at Derek’s uncle before swatting his feet off. “Oops, I forgot. My… That child is growing ain’t it?” His hand reached towards your stomach, and naturally you were used to people attempting to rub your belly to feel the baby kick, but Derek growled. 

All heads snapped towards the former alpha whose eyes were glowing a piercing blue. “Der?” You questioned, backing away from Peter to go console your boyfriend. But the moment that your gentle hand caressed his forearm, his eyes instantly faded back to normal and he looked less alert as he leaned into your touch. “You okay?”

As if nothing happened, he said he was doing fine before continuing on with the meeting. You gave a confused look and silently questioned your younger brother about it. Stiles acclaimed himself saying that he knew everything there is to know about werewolves for his best friend was one. He only gave his spastic shrug before listening into the meeting. 

During the meeting you decided to stand up and walk around to stretch your legs. After a few minutes, Kira asked Scott to get her something to drink and him being the most caring person he is, went to do so, in the process unintentionally bumping shoulders with you. You saw Derek tense up again, his eyes shifting colors, as he growled a second time.

Scott stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Is he… jealous?” Scott questioned. You tilted your head, studying Derek’s body language. He’d never give into his wolf side when he was jealous. And when this happened before, he seemed to be in a state of anger before you touched him and woke him up. 

“Scott, touch me again.” You whispered. Scott gave you a wary look before poking your cheek. Derek got up from his seat and growled louder this time, barring his fangs. You smiled a little. “He’s not jealous. He’s Protecting What’s His.” Lydia awed at this before stating that it was absolutely cute. You walked over to Derek and pecked him on the lips which made him calm down immediately. 

“No one touches my girls.” You put your hand over your mouth as tears welled up in your eyes. You made Deaton promise not to share the information about the gender to anyone, including you and Derek. 

“We’re having a girl?” You questioned, putting your hand on your stomach. Derek nodded before pulling back into a kiss which you actually pulled away from moments later. A sudden mood swing happened and you found yourself slapping Derek on his chest repeatedly. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE!” 

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Zach Dempsey (requested)

Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her

Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH

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Originally posted by veronicsalodge

At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying. 

So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two. 

So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch. 

it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin. 

So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle. 

“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you. 

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted. 

“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly. 

“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.” 

The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust. 

As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away. 

When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself. 

It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most. 

“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.

“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart. 

“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey. 

During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess. 

But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated. 

So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor. 

“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest. 

“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.” 

“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street. 

The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around. 

“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him. 

“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face. 

You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time. 

It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.” 

You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over. 

“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say. 

“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.” 

You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.” 

You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s. 

“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly. 

There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.” 

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this made me emotional

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pls gimme the thing called love

RIP To My Youth pt. 3

*To be read in Britney’s voice* It’s been awhile… I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting… but I’m here now.

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2

Description: Saturday has finally arrived, which for Y/N means only one thing… Cheryl Blossom’s highly anticipated party. And what’s Blossom party without drama? A little game of truth or dare never hurt anyone, right?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 4170

Warnings: A swear or two



I woke up to the blaring noise of my phone’s ringtone. No please no, just five more minutes. Who the hell could be calling me this early on a Saturday?

I reluctantly rolled over to check my phone’s caller ID to see who decided to bother me at 8 am. ‘Veronica Lodge’ it read. Groaning, I held the phone up to my ear and answered.

“Hello?” I said in a groggy morning voice.

“Good morning my little protégée, the shops open at 9 and we’re going to need to make a head start on things if we’re going to Cheryl’s party tonight as well” Veronica chirped. Judging by the chipper tone of her voice she had been up and ready for awhile now.

“Oh god I almost forgot about the shopping trip today, do we really need to go so early?” I yawned, sitting up in bed in an attempt to wake myself up more.

“Yes Y/N, I have the day planned out. Me, you and Kevin are going to shop not only for your new wardrobe but also for killer outfits for the three of us tonight. Then we’re meeting Archie at Pop’s a little later on, and then you’re coming to my house to get ready for the party. And then-”

“And then we go to the party okay, I got it, I got it” I cut in.

“Perfect, Kevin and I will be at you house in about an hour! Chow” she finished as she swiftly hung up the phone.

I tossed my phone on my nightstand and got out of bed in pursuit of the shower, which I knew would help give me the strength to get through this day.

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Why Not Me

James Potter x Reader

A/n: Probably gonna do a part 2 if you guys want one because I feel like I could keep going with this. Warnings: some swearing, a little angst. Words: 2155

 You had known James Potter since you were three years old. You lived in the house next to his and you two had grown up together. After being best friends with someone for 13 years obviously you get attached, and it’s natural to be protective of them. That’s how you were justifying you’re feelings at this point, but it wasn’t working out too well. It wasn’t painfully obvious that you felt more then friendship towards James, everyone knew you two were close so no one suspected a thing. Especially not James, he was too head over heels for Lily Evans. Lately he hasn’t played you a lick of attention, he was too busy trying to catch hers. It’s not that you didn’t like Lily in fact you two were very close friends, you just envied her. You envied how easily she captured his attention and had him wrapped around her finger with a few simple words. It was just so frus-”Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Your other best friend Victoria was frantically waving her hands in front of your face standing in front of where you were previously spaced out sitting at a library table.  “Yes” you replied in a monotone voice, still in a daze from your little disconnection from reality and a little thrown off  by your thought path. “What are you doing I’ve been looking for you forever!” she shrieked. “Why what’s wrong?” I asked. “No. You’ve just been missing for hours and everyone was getting worried. It’s almost curfew and no one had seen you since last class. Did you skip dinner? Have you been here the whole time? I swear I checked here at least five times.” She bombarded you with a tsunami of words. “Wait is it really that late I didn’t even realize” I said as I rushed to pack up all my books and parchment. Had I really been zoned out for that long? “Well hurry up I don’t wanna be caught out past curfew I already have detention for what feels like the rest of my life” she overdramatized. “Okay, okay I’m going as fast as I can” I said as we made our way through the halls back to the commun room.

When we entered I felt nauseas at the sight of Lily and James basically snogging each others faces off on one of the sofas. Victoria saw you quickly look away and whispered in your ear “Just ignore them.” Linking your arms together and ushering you to your dorm. Your other roommates were all sitting around in the room doing their own little things. “Finally you found her!” exclaimed Abbey. “Wait honey what’s wrong?” asked Cara as she looked up form her book seeing your solem expression. “Ah it’s not because of that Potter boy again is it? You just need to get over him,” stated Abbey matter offactly. You didn’t even respond, instead just flopping down on your bed. “Look Y/n it’s gonna get better you’ll get over him,” said Victoria sitting down next to you. “How am I supposed to get over my best friend, I’ve known him for so long?” I asked “Well first you’ll realize that he’s a bloody bloke if he decided to choose her over you. Then you’ll find a new boy and you won’t even give Potter a single thought.” Abbey said as if she just solved a difficult math question. “It’s not that easy Abbey” victoria chastised her. “No she might be somewhat right. What if you found another boy to get over James, like a rebound?” Cara offered. “Is it really a rebound if we were never together?” I asked still replaying the scene from the common room over in my head. How happy they looked together. “It’s the principal that counts” Cara said. “Yeah that’s a great idea! It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can find a boy Saturday at the party after the quidditch game’” Abbey was way too fond of this plan. “I don’t know guys, I don’t even think i’ll go to the quidditch game” I said sitting up. “Now that’s just ridiculous of course you’re going to the qudiditch game and for once I actually agree with Abbey.” Victoria said “Well thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me,” Abbey mocked hurt.


It was Saturday night and the Hufflepuff team were down by so many points that they couldn’t even win if they caught the Golden Snitch. Of course it was James who was scoring all the points as he was ‘the best chaser in Hogwarts history’ as he liked to refer to himself. There he goes scoring yet again as the seekers continued to chase the golden snitch around the pitch. It wasn’t long before Gryffindor caught the golden snitch and the crowd went absolutely ballistic. James being the cocky bastard he was did a victory lap around the stands winking at me as he flew by. Everyone started making their way off the stands and towards the players to congratulate them. It seemed like Lily was the first one down, throwing herself into his arms like you used to when he still paid his “best friend” a care in the world. Using that term loosely now considering he hasn’t given me more then a handful of acknowledgments since him and Lily stated their little love affair.

Meanwhile I was still sitting on the bleachers next to Remus, the rest of our friend had been lost in the crowd. “So I assume you’re going to the party?” he inquired. “I don’t really know yet I’m not in a party mood tonight,” I replied in a slight daze, James and Lilys display having thrown me off. “That’s exactly how I feel but Sirius would have my head if I don’t attend the ‘most legendary party ever’ as he’s been calling it” he said. We both laughed lightly because only Sirius could make such a big deal of one of the hundreds of partys thrown every year. “Well I suppose if you’re going it wouldn’t hurt to give you some company” I said with a slight smile somewhat distracted from my previously gloomy thoughts.

We walked together, in no rush, back to the Gryffindor common room. By the time we got there the party was already in full swing and it seemed that Sirius was already wasted as he stumbled up to the two of you “What a surprise my two favorite people,” we said while balancing his entire body weight on Remus, leaning against him with an arm swung over his shoulder. “Where’ve you two been? James was asking ‘bout ya” he slurred his word together at the end making his words barley eligible. “Why was he looking for me?” remus asked confused. “Not you Moony the pretty one” Sirius said grabbing a lock of your hair twirling it around his finger and winking at you before he went prancing off sloppily to some other people. “We should probably try to slow his drinking,” you said. “There’s no point trying, you take a cup of fire whiskey out of his hands and the second you turn around he’s got two more.” He joked even though we both knew it was true. Shouldn’t you go talk to James anyway, find out what he wanted?” He more so pointed out then actually asking. Just then as you looked across the room you spotted him a cup of alcohol in is hand and Lily perched on his lap. Averting your gaze “I think I’ll enjoy your company much more.” you said and he gave you a goofy grin.

As the night went on you and Remus had found a couch that wasn’t occupied by drunk couples trying to get it on. You were slightly intoxicated, that’s putting it lightly. Your friends kept popping up to have a quick chat and handing you different concoctions every couple minutes. Remus on the other hand was sober as could be, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the beautiful giggling girl hanging off his arm and practically sitting in his lap going off about how her little brother once brought a niffler home and tried to keep it as a pet. His cheeks blazing at the extremely close proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close you were to him, not really being aware of anything all your senses were slowed and your brain was fuzzy just saying anything that came to mind. “We should go for a walk” you said giggling again even though you hadn’t said anything funny “It’s getting really stuffy in here I need some air” Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit before receiving a reply. You two were in the hallway in no time, you prancing around and Remus trying to keep up. “It’s still so hot out here,” you exclaimed cursing your clothes. You ripped your sweater off and threw it away, Remus scrambling to pick it up while you keep gallivanting away. “Woah Y/n maybe you should slow down” You stopped abruptly and turned on your heels grinning wildly as he skidded to a stop right in front of you. Your breath fanning across his chest before you looked up to his eyes “Thank you Rem, you’re a real great guy” looping your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the little wisps of hair at his nape. “Why are you thanking me I haven’t done anything” he stuttered out, trying desperately to not stare at your chest that was pressed against his “Oh but you’ve done so much for me” you said barley above a whisper but it was loud and clear to him. His heart racing a mile a minute as you leant closerand closer until your lips met.

You tasted of fire whiskey and sweetness. He placed his hands on your hips as you kept tugging on his hair. Neither of you hearing the loud steps comig your way. Your reaction was slow when Remus was so quiqly pulled away from you and pushed against the wall by a fuming James Potter. “What do you think you’re doing mate.” He yelled at Remus. “Woah Prongs calm down” Remus tried to defuse the situation but if anything he just made James more livid. You still drunk off your ass decided it would be a good idea to jump on his back to try and stop him “Rem run i’ll hold him off,” you said in a panicy tone “and see ya tomorrow save me a muffin at breakfast” you giggiled totally forgetting how paniced you were a moment ago. Remus jogged off down the hallway you still on James’ back.

“What the bloody hell do you think you were doing with Remus of all people” James pried you off his back so he could face you “What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned giggling because of James furrowed eyebrows. “You two were just snogging in the hallway, you can’t just going around doing that Y/n” he elaborated still so very angry. “Why not you and Lily do it all the time? Why am I nto allowed to do it” you started getting upset, all the suppressed emotions rising up in a fury. James soffened as soon as he saw you getting upset “look Y/n I’m-” he tried apologising but you interrupted him “No James tell me why can’t I be happy? You think you can just leave me and i’ll stop everything I’m doing until you come back? No James I’m done. I am so over always being second to that Lily Evans.” You were now yelling hysterically, tears streaming down your face, completely inconsolable. James was shocked into silence not knowing how to respond to your outburst. “Why not me? Why wasn’t I good enough? I loved you so damn much and you picked her. You chased after her all these years while I was here the whole time. Then as soon as she acknowledges your existence I’m completely throw aside, I get replaced by some stuck up red head who ignored you for years!” It was all coming out now, your body racked with sobs. James pulled you into to his chest ignoring your attemps to push him away just holding you close whispering “I’m so sorry” and “I didn’t know” over and over like a broken record. “Do you know how much it hurts? I loved you. I love you, and you don’t even care about me, all you care about is her.”

That’s how the remaider of your night went. Not really coming to a resolution, just letting it all out as James held you, and when you finally fell asleep he carried you back to your dorm placing you in bed. This was a conversation for tomorrow, when you were sober, right now you just needed to sleep. To live in your dreams and shut out reality.

Pour Up

Summary: EXO Mafia AU ~ Yixing is an operative for his crime family, the Kims, and his next mission is to kidnap you, an heiress, for a ransom. He’s been doing this all his life, he’s prepared for this - or so he thinks…until he meets you.

Pairing: Yixing x You

Note: Slight influence of The Godfather

Rating: PG-13 

Tagging these honeys: @tousdae, @kpopfanfictrash, @imperfectmalik, @lxrixna, and @nine-daedreams

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Originally posted by dailyexodose

“Care for a drink, sir?”

Yixing glances over at the waiter who’s appeared by his side with a tray of champagne flutes, and he bites back a sigh. No, he doesn’t want a drink, no matter how ridiculously expensive and perfectly aged – but he has to keep up appearances, so he pushes off the wall that he’s been leaning against and nods, accepting a glass. Done with his job, the waiter diffuses into the crowd of people, and Yixing takes a sip, raising a brow with reluctant approval. It’s very good. But then, he expected nothing less from an event sponsored by business moguls.

He hates these kind of things – charity galas. He loves the charity…he just hates the reason they’re hosted. So the obscenely rich can flaunt their wealth and mingle with other blue bloods and pretend to care about issues that actually matter. They’re just here for the publicity. Even now, Yixing casually steps out of the frame as hired photographers snap “candid” shots of these generous benefactors opening their hearts and wallets for the betterment of humanity.

Please.

He raises the glass to his lips again and does another sweep of the place with his eyes. They’re in the ballroom of a five-star hotel and the lights are low, which is good. What’s not so good is the tight security posted at the nine exits and the cameras casting a constant, watchful eye over the whole place. There’s even a man with dark glasses and a headpiece behind the bar. Nice.

The crowd of donors doesn’t notice this, however. They’re alive and loud, people in dresses and suits worth as much as small islands, drinking and chatting and dancing on the floor to jazz music humming from hidden speakers. But Yixing is only here for one of them. His gaze lands on her and he settles back against the wall, observing.

Y/N Y/L/N. Daughter of a multimillionaire philanthropist. Her father is a pillar in the wine business, with his own line of assorted nectars demanded by a global market. Nectars. That’s what her father calls his wine. How pretentious can you get? So pretentious that he can’t even be bothered to show up apparently – which is why Y/N is here, on his behalf, and Yixing watches her expertly socialize, all charming smiles and polite physical contact. She doesn’t spend more than five minutes with each person she talks to, but they all greet her as if she’s an old childhood friend, someone dear. Even those she seems to be meeting for the first time. She’s a pro at this, that much is obvious.

Well, Yixing is a pro at his job too, and it’s time to go to work.    

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‘These University Guys’- Part 2 (Maknae line smut, Lie 2 and 3)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Reupload because my stupid ass deleted it.

Summary: Things quickly heat up between you, Jungkook and Taehyung when you all attend a party. Just in… different ways.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Pairings: Taehyung x You, Jungkook x you, Jimin x You (lololol)

Word count: 3700+-

Trigger warnings: Smut, swearing, drinking (very little), age difference relationships (not weird though)

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Still 4 months ago

“Hello?” You answered; trying to sound casual and like you didn’t just have an emotional and sexual roller coaster.

“Hey! I sent you like a thousand gazillion messages.” Taehyung says over the phone cheerfully. “Are you ready? We’re like 5 minutes away.” It never failed to amaze you how quickly Taehyung could recover from an awkward situation, like when you rejected his hug or flat out denied his requests or jokes.

“Oh, uh, shit.” You say. You should really learn how to keep your thoughts to yourself. Jimin gets up from the couch and strolls casually to the kitchen, buttoning his jeans as he does.

“Isn’t she ready?” You hear a softer voice ask and peg it as Jungkook’s.

“So you’re not ready?” Taehyung asks you.

“Not- not exactly?” You say nervously.

“Tell her we’re not in a rush, we can wait.” Jungkook says. Is he always this sweet?

“Ok, that’s fine. We don’t mind waiting.” Taehyung repeats to you. “We’re like a block away, though. Can you open for us?”

“Oh, about that. I’m not home.” You start nibbling at your nails, feeling sorry even though you didn’t want to go to this party in the first place.

“Where is she?” Jungkook sounds curious but not at all annoyed.

“Where are you?” Taehyung, the middleman and the one who is clearly not driving, asks.

“At Jimin’s.” You knew you didn’t need to give directions. Taehyung knows the way.

“Jim- never mind. Just try be ready.” He says briskly and hangs up. What’s up with this guy?

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Karaoke Night

Daveed Diggs x Reader, Hamilcast!

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 2795

Warnings: Alcohol, implied smut, kissing

Request: (Summarized) @sunshinelafayette Imagine where reader is a stagehand, the hamilcast invites reader out for a drink and reader gets really drunk and opens up and then Daveed takes them home and a drunk confession that they love Daveed?

A/N: This is defintely longer than I’m used to, but I did what I could! This took a long time to write, and I don’t know if I’ll get another imagine out tonight. Because I feel like it is three imagines lol. But if I do, it will probably be a shorter one. But, we will see. Enjoy!


Pippa was singing her last lines on stage. The show was drawing to a close. The rest of the cast were huddled against the curtain watching her deliver them so beautifully. A roar of applause erupted and the cast ran to bow on the stage.

“Spotlight on Lin,” you said to the lights manager. “fade into all backlights.” The crewmember moved their fingers over the keyboard and you watched closely.

You were a stagehand, but not the stage manager as you wish you were. No one really was except for Lin. You just did more than was in your job description. You had watched Hamilton dozens of times now. It never failed to make you cry. You weren’t one for conversation backstage, you gave your orders and did your job.

A few minutes later, after everyone had bowed, the cast returned glowing with sweat and joy. “Another great show, guys!” Lin shouted. Everyone congratulated each other.

“We should celebrate!” Anthony shouted.

“We still got a couple dozen shows to go before our season is over.” Lin said.

“Who cares?” John laughed, throwing his hand on Lin’s back. “It’s Friday night, it was a great show. No better excuse to go have karaoke night at a bar!”

“Yeah!” someone shouted and soon everyone joined in

Lin laughed and smiled. “Okay, we will go in an hour.”

Everyone cheered.

You wandered away from the circle of the cast, back over to your supply room. Daveed caught you when he was slipping off his magenta jacket. “Hey, (Y/N), you coming?”

“Uh, what?” you laughed nervously.

“You know what I said! I said are you coming to karaoke night at the bar with us tonight?”

“Umm…I’m not much of a singer. That’s kind of why I’m a stagehand.”

“Oh, I doubt that so much.” he laughed. “I have seen you backstage, singing along. I’ve seen you from the stage and from backstage. You have a great voice and I don’t get why you don’t perform. You could be a backup dancer at least! You deserve so much more, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, Daveed, really I’m not…” you blushed. “I have stagefright. I like helping with stuff backstage, so I’m fine not singing.”

“Fine.” he leaned on his chair. You started to walk away. “But, just come to the bar tonight. We are going to have loads of fun. All of the cast is going to be there. You don’t have to sing if you don’t want to. It’s just, everyone is celebrating. I don’t want you to be left out.” Daveed smiled.

“Fine.” you said blandly, trying to hide your excitement.

“Fine.” Daveed laughed, imitating you with a voice much higher than your own.

You laughed and walked away.

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The bar was packed for a Wednesday night. All of the cast and most of the crew was there. The crew hung by at their own table. One of your friends on the crew invited you over. You went to sit down with them.

A hand touched yours, and gently pulled you away. A smooth chaste voice singing, “No, no, no,” he sang melodically. “you said you were going to have drinks with the cast, and you are.”

You waved helplessly to your friend and let Daveed take you away. The main cast was circled around a large table. Lin and Anthony walked back over with shots of tequila in their hands. Lin smirked smugly at you and slid one over to you.

“I thought we were just having beer, not hard liquor.” you said to Daveed as you sat down next to him.

“That wouldn’t be any fun.” he laughed, taking his shot and slamming it triumphantly on the table. Everyone cheered.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Lin shouted. “It’s your turn!” Everyone else had already taken their shots.

“No, I really think I’ll just have a beer.”

“Come on!” someone yelled.

They all began chanting your name. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Daveed chanted, smiling smugly at you. “(Y/N)!” he chanted. “Do it! Do it! Do it and you’re cool!” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the shot. You threw it down. You coughed. You had never had hard liquor before. You weren’t really one for alcohol. If you did have any, it would be a cold beer in your apartment alone watching re-runs of your favorite shows. The tequila burned your throat and blazed your throat as it slid down. It was sharp, but it made you feel alive.

“Yeah!” Everyone cheered.

“You are pretty cool, (Y/N).” Daveed teased. You rolled your eyes at him.

Lin and a few other guys returned with beer glasses for everyone. You stared at it for a moment. Everyone took a swing. You finally followed suit.

“Whoa! Slow down, (Y/N)!” Pippa laughed. “You are going to get wasted if you keep drinking like that!”

“Keep ‘em coming!” you shouted to Lin. You had carelessly drank three glasses full already. You chugged the next one he handed you.

“Wow!” he laughed.

You slammed it down on the table and cried out. “Hell yeah! Let’s do this!”

The group laughed and Daveed smiled at you. “Woohoo!” they cheered. “I like this side of you.” Daveed smirked.

You ignored him and ran up to the microphone. No one was really in the mood to sing after the long show. There were a bunch of drunk hacks you tried to sing. One got up and sang “My Heart Will Go On,” who you practically booed off stage. Daveed had laughed and called you a tough critic.

You told the DJ your request.

The lights focused on you. Daveed smiled at you. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” you sang.

Daveed smiled wide when he realized what you were singing. Everyone directed their attention to you. You started singing outrageously. “Helpless! Looking into your eyes and the sky’s the limit I’m helpless! Down for the count, I’m drownin’ in ‘em!”

You breezed through the song. “Then you walked in and mY HEART WENT BOOOOM!” you made an explosion sound and made gestures around your chest. Daveed laughed hysterically, throwing his head back. You belted the rest of the song and the cast and crew cheered you on.

Daveed stood up and applauded, laughing at you. He even did Lin’s part in the song. “Heeelplessss!” you belted out the last word. You transitioned into Satisfied and Daveed harmonized with you.

Daveed ended up joining you and you sang duets of hits from Hamilton, other broadway musicals and some classic rock songs, banging your head to it. You rapped with Daveed on “Guns and Ships.” Lin had pulled out his phone and was recording all of this.

He stole the microphone from your hand and started rapping rapidly, while bouncing around, throwing around his hands. You stood next to him, still rapping but not as fast. You were in awe of your few. The lights highlighted the sweat on Daveed’s dark face and hair. His curly hair bounced around. He broke out in a dance moves, grinding to a classic rock song he requested.

After both of you were exhausted, and you were completely hammered you wandered back to the table. Daveed hand his steady hand on your shoulder, guiding you back. You slumped in the chair.

Everyone started to say their goodbyes and finished up their conversations. Getting ready to go home. “DaaaVEEED!” you screamed.

Daveed turned around laughing as he was talking to Jonathan. “What?”

“G-g-get me another beeeer. PleeEASE!”

“No, no, no,” he laughed, singing again in his dark velvet voice. It made you feel some special inside. He stood you up and leaned you against him. You fell into his chest, utterly wasted. “You’ve had enough beers tonight.” he laughed. “And your lifetime.”

“You gonna get home safe, (Y/N)?” Pippa smiled concerned at you.

“Yeah…I’ll just Uber or catch a bus…or a plane.” you chuckled.

Pippa’s smile faltered. “Umm…”

“Don’t worry about it, Pippa. I’ll take her home.”

“Thanks, Daveed. See ya!”

“See ya!”

They started clearing out of the bar. “Shall we go, (Y/N)?” Daveed laughed.

“Wha-where?”

“Let’s go.” He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you tight to his chest as he walked you to his car. He strapped you in the front seat and handed you a water. “You are going to have a killer hangover tomorrow, (Y/N).” he said, driving towards your apartment.

Daveed tried to make conversation, but your words slurred and your eyes kept falling. The world was spinning and everything was bright, but you felt like you were on cloud nine inside. You were with Daveed. He looked so perfect. The pursed focused look on his face as he ran through traffic lights. His hands loose on the steering wheel. He looked over at you occassionally asking if you were okay. You never really gave him a full answer.

“We’re here!” Daveed shouted.

“Shhhhh! It’s a library!” you whispered.

Daveed chuckled. “Let’s get you inside.”

He parked and came around to your door. He unbuckled you and pulled you out. You leaned against him. He carried you up the stairs to your apartment, you laid your head against his chest. Your eyes falling.

“This is it.” Daveed said, setting you back on your feet.

You tried to reach back for his neck when he put you down, like a child reaching for its mother. “T-T-Thanks, verry much, Daveeed!”

“Shh,  you’re welcome.” he laughed. “You going to get to bed fine?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m just gonna open the door and fall right on the floor and go to sleeeeep.”

“Let me help you inside.” he smiled.

He grabbed your keys from your pocket and fiddled with them in the lock. You leaned against the door. “Ya know what, Daveeeed?” you chuckled. “Ya are soooo cute! And hot. Ohmygod are you hot. The sun don’t got nothing on you! You are like a teddy bear made of chocolate,” you snorted, “you are so cute, smart, and funny. And you give me cuddles when I want them!”

“We haven’t cuddled.” Daveed laughed.

“Whaaa? I thought we had! Well, I want to hug my chocolate teddy bear. Because you are one! I’ve always really had a cruuush on you, Daveeed. You are so amazing and I’m like falling for you. I know I’m just a dumb stagehand, buuuuuut, I love you and your face and your lips and your bodddy, and your vooooice, oh its like chocolate. But most of all I love, yooooou…” you danced your fingers on his chest.

He was smiling wildly at you. You fell into him, and the door pushed open. He held your arms and looked down at you smiling. “(Y/N), you are hammered!” he laughed.

“I waaaaant you, Daveeeed, I haven’t said it because I didn’t want you to reject me. I like you, like, like like likeeee, like you.”

You pushed against him to get on your toes. To reach his lips. He moved closer to you.

Then your head fell limp to his chest. You began snoring.

Daveed laughed and picked you up in his arms, and cradled you. He laid you down on the couch and threw a blanket over you. He closed and locked the door. He pulled your shoes off and tucked you in.

He sighed at the door, then looked back at you. Your head was half off the sofa, your hair hanging in front of your face, you were drooling. He laughed and smiled at you.

He grabbed a blanket for himself and sat against the sofa. His head by your feet and closed his eyes.

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“OH MY GOD!” you screamed. You threw the blanket off and fell backwards off the couch.

Daveed woke up and ran to help you.

“Hey! Heyyy, it’s okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he helped you sit back down and ran to your kitchen to get you a glass of water.

“Oww.” you moaned. “My head is tHRoBing!”

“Well, you got wasted and you just fell on hardwood floor.”

“Wait, what?”

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“No. I don’t. Why was I drunk?”

Daveed laughed, amused. “After the show yesterday, we all went out for a drink at a karaoke bar. You drank a ton of beers and shots of tequila. You booed people off stage and said the randomest and most outlandish things. Then you went up and started singing a bunch of Hamilton songs. You owned the stage like you were Beyonce!

“Oh my goddd…” you groaned, covering your face in shame. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Well, it gets better.” he smiled. “I went up and we did duets. We sang broadway and classic rock songs. After awhile you were speaking jibberish and didn’t really know what was going on. You were super drunk and we were all leaving, so I took you home. I carried you up your stairs…and you started saying somethings.”

“What did I say?” you ask nervously.

“You started talking about me. What you thought of me. You called me a chocolate teddy bear,” he giggled, “along with cute, funny, smart, hot…You told me I was hotter than the sun. Then you said, that you um, had a crush on me. You said you loved me. We almost kissed…buut, then you passed out and I brought you inside. I didn’t want to leave you alone, so I just slept on the floor.”

“Oh my god, Daveed, I am so sorry! I don’t know what,” you started talking but your temple throbbed. You closed your eyes for a moment. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“No, don’t be. I loved singing with you. You were really light on your feet. You loosened up. You sang amazingly! You rapped Guns and Ships with me. I loved last night, (Y/N). Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to yourself for the horrible hangover you have right now.”

“You aren’t mad?” you said.

“No, why would I be?”

“I just thought, that you would think I was a burden last night or something. Or get tired of me in general. That after all that I-uh in a humiliating fashion said, you would reject me or leave me or ignore me or something…But you didn’t.”

“Of course not!” he shouted. You winced. He frowned. “Sorry,” his voice softened. “(Y/N), I invited you, took you home, and stayed with you, because I care about you. I didn’t want anything to happen and I wanted to make sure that you were safe and got home okay. I could have just left you last night and forgot about everything that had happened, and you would never know, but I didn’t want that. I waited to see what you decided and what you felt. It wouldn’t be fair to you to do that. Plus, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with you…and see where this goes.”

“Daveed…” you whispered.

He grabbed you gently and kissed your lips. His touch was soft and warm. His hands were smooth and gentle, holding your hands. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss. He tasted like chocolate. But not in the actual sense of the world. Kissing him was the sensation of chocolate. That perfect, relaxing, and amazing feeling. He wrapped his arms around you, and pushed your hair back.

You fell on the couch and pulled away, when the world started spinning again. “No, I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Daveed got up to leave.

“No! Not like that! Please stay!”

“Okay…” He sat down next to you.

“I’m just too tired right now, to kiss you. But I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Daveed stole a kiss and leaned in.

He pulled away slyly. “It was the last one I promise.”

You smiled and laid back down and closed your eyes. “Can you stay with me?” you asked softly.

“Yeah.” he whispered.

He leaned against the sofa with you. You reached your hand to him and he held it. “With me.” you said.

“Yeah.” he smiled.

He still held your hand as he laid next to you, and let his arm fall over your stomach as you held hands. You turned over and burrowed your head in his chest. He smiled and pulled the blanket over you. He kissed your forehead.

Home wasn’t a place that you lived.

You had searched for satisfaction in yourself. You didn’t find any pure joy or enjoyment. You didn’t love anything. You hadn’t had the chance to.

Home is a place you find.

You found it in his arms.

Forced Friendship - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: The Malfoys are having a ball. The reader’s family is invited. The readers parents tells the reader to become friends with Draco in order to become friendly with the Malfoys.

Warnings: none

Originally posted by fairytale-hogwarts

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“(Y/N)! Come on now! Your dress is going to get ruined if we stay out here!” You immediately stop staring at the stars when your mother calls out to you. It’s raining and you were making your way to the Malfoy Manor but you got distracted by a shining star.

You looked down at your dress. You were wearing a dark blue satin dress with a ribbon tied around your waist to make a bow. But it was getting wet. Frustrated you started running to catch up with your mother. “Mother, it’s wet!” you told her. “I know, (Y/N), dear, that’s why I was telling you to hurry up! Come on, your father’s already inside.”

Walking up to the house, you could see the shining lights on it. You and your mother made your way up to the door. Before knocking, the door, the door opened by itself. “Amateurs.” your mother mumbled.“

Inside the building, was the most beautiful interior you’ve ever seen. Crystals dangled from the ceiling and walls. There were balls of light floating in the air, one swiveled around your body. A beautiful silver chandelier hung from the ceiling.

You stopped staring. You pulled your wand from the small pocket in your dress. You closed your eyes and waved your wand down your body, drying your dress and hair. Relived that your weren’t soaking anymore, you tucked your wand back in the small pocket.

“I’m going to go say hello to Narcissa and Lucius. While I’m gone do what I told you to do.” your mother whispered in your ear. You nodded. You had to try to become friendly with the Malfoy boy, Draco. For your family’s social status. 

You were a year younger than Draco. Which meant you were a year below him at Hogwarts. You two never payed attention to each other. He was always off bullying Harry Potter or some 1st year. You didn’t really mind as long as he didn’t get in your way.

You spotted a blond head by a table. He was looking out upon the guests. He looked quite relaxed. You walked up to the table filled with drinks. You picked up a drink and started sipping from the glass. You made sure you got his attention by slightly spitting after taking a sip. He looked over at you upon hearing the sound.

“Is there something wrong with the drink? Or is it that your mother has fed you such bland food that you can’t taste anything with real flavour?” he sneered. You looked at him straight in the eyes and said, “That’s not being a very good host, Draco.” Draco rolled his eyes “What do you know about hosting, (Y/N)? We all know what happened the last time your family tried to host a ball.” You blushed. Did your family really want to become friends with this family?

A song started playing and the guests started coming together in pairs. They were getting ready for a dance. You awkwardly stood there while the pairs stood there hand in hand, awaiting the specific time they would begin to dance. Surprisingly, Draco didn’t walk down to the middle of the ballroom. He wobbled a little on the balls of his feet and said, “Seeing that father wouldn’t invite the family of the girl I would’ve liked to dance with, would you care to accompany me?” You turned to him and gave him a small smirk “That’s a drastic mood swing, Malfoy.” he returned a smirk and offered his arm. You took it.

The two of you made your way down to the center. You wanted to roll your eyes but you didn’t. This actually felt… good. When you found a spot, you put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. He put his on your waist and wiggled his eyebrows. You let out a laugh only quickly stopping out of embarrassment. Draco smirked proudly.

The dance started. The two of you began to move around gracefully, in a pattern. When the part of the dance came for Draco to lift you up, you became nervous. He let go of your hand and put it on your waist and lifted you up into the air. When he put you back down, there was a slight look of surprise on your face. “What?” he said “expected that I couldn’t lift heavy (Y/N)?” you bit your lip and replied , “Actually, I thought your fragile, thin arms would snap.” Instead of sneering like he normally would, he smiled and chuckled. “You really are great.” and then immediately blushed.

The dance was over after three minutes, You and Draco went back to the table and started having conversation, Normally, you would have forced it, but now, you actually enjoyed talking to him. The two of you would start blushing at certain times, and you didn’t know why.

When the time came to leave the ball, your mother and father found you chatting with Draco. They gave you a small show of approval when Draco wasn’t looking. You felt bad that you had to force a friendship with Draco because of your parents, but you felt you could be good friends.

You said your goodbyes and started to leave. When at the door you heard, “(Y/N)!” Draco was coming towards you. You turned and instantly got butterflies in your stomach. He whispered in you ear, “When we get back to Hogwarts, would you care to join me for a trip to Hogsmeade?” You smiled and said, “I thought you were to be going with Pansy Parkinson?” You could feel his smirk on your ear, “Forget about Pansy. I can always make an arrangement for you.”

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mkay, this was pretty sweet. i’m soooo sorry for not posting a fic since feb. i’ve been busy sorry.

☙ Husband Tae

the only music that makes my heart flutter with so much power is your presence alone | word count: 2272 | fluff | oneshot  ♫ ♪

a/n: had this random thought when I was going through my dresses; might make more of these in the future cause Tae is such husband material

You were minding your business talking to Jimin who was seated on the chair to your right. The music has been too loud for your liking, as a result going back to your seat with Jimin following close behind you. Taehyung was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor, probably having a great time it was after all his best friend’s wedding and he always talked about making it the best day of his life. You, on the other hand, weren’t in the party mood by now because your feet were killing you from all the dancing and you wanted to drink some water, and take a break for a bit. You were thankful that Jimin decided to go with you, leaving his wife and daughter in the crowd probably having a blast.

“Could you pass me some water?” You asked Jimin when he sat down next to you, not wasting a second in fulfilling your wish for some refreshment.

“Here you go.” He poured you a generous amount in your wine glass carefully watching you as you sipped on it. He already went through the whole pregnancy thing and knew how it feels when a pregnant woman is exhausted from a little movement. It wasn’t even surprising because you were already seven months pregnant with Taehyung’s baby and sometimes you would accuse him of doing this too, more on the days when you had your mood swings.

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It’s the end.

Endings are terrifying. Change is terrifying!   But which is scarier – the change that happens quickly, or the change that happens slowly?

The castle isn’t real. Immortality isn’t real.   You will grow old, here in your coffin or out in the world.

The coffin isn’t safe. Suffering isn’t safe.

The status quo isn’t safe. You will die a captive or you will die free.

It’s the end, whether you like it or not.   We can do it all again, or we can have a revolution.

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Something About Pet Names

Request: Can u do one where a close guy friend of y/n’s call her princess and she ignores it but she told harry she doesn’t liked to be called that and gets angry

also special thanks to the always lovely, @stylesunchained for the help. x

Originally posted by catchynells


The party is buzzing away, one of the most rambunctious Harry had ever taken you too.  In fact, it’s pounding. The music is loud and people are everywhere, there’s barely any room to move without bumping hips or elbows with someone else. It’s humid too, everyone who isn’t dancing or mingling is fanning themselves or downing more drinks in hopes of cooling off. The air is hot, dripping, even- and it has been for hours. 

 You don’t mind, though, even in the slightest. You enjoy the parties, and you enjoy that Harry brings you to them. You’ll take a sweaty room full of drunk people to spend whatever fleeting amount of time his schedule can allow. Whatever time you can spend with your oldest and dearest friend, is enough for you. He had tried so hard to keep you integrated in his crazy life. Even when he’s gone, no matter how long, he manages. Between the texts and the occasional facetimes with raspy voices and snappy sentences (”Oi! Don’t fall asleep on me! ‘M talkin to yeh, aren’t I?”), he had always managed to keep you in the loop. His loop. 

And you’ve become friends with his friends too, and maybe enough so over the past few years that you can call them your friends too. They’re wonderful and they keep you company when Harry is gone. 

You sip away with due amusement at the half empty flute of sangria in your hand, leaning back against the bar stool as you watch Harry drunkenly tap away on his phone in front of the wide room with his clumsy fingers, as he sings into the microphone with the other.

You smile at him as he grips the microphone and his rough voice fills the room, echoing off the walls and acting as barrier to the mulled conversation within it. He’s having fun, he’s enjoying himself a lot, and you’re so happy for him. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him so.. at ease, even if it is credited to the alcohol he’s consumed over the course of the past few hours. It had been building all night, the gleam in his eyes, from when a group of you had played some games to the way he had practically tried to swallow a cigarette earlier in the night. 

“S’he looking up the lyrics to a Christmas song?” A voice asks, sinking in front of you and blocking your view of Harry. 

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How you spend Christmas together- HP Preference

Harry Potter: His 5th year at Hogwarts

The two of you spend Christmas together at Sirius Black’s home. Harry wanted to spend the holiday with the ones he loved the most, the family he still had left. Sirius loved you very much and enjoyed having you over for the break. It made him feel a sense of happiness seeing how much Harry loved you, it made him realise he didn’t lose everything seeing Harry was cared about so deeply by you. The three of you exchanged gifts and sat around the fire for most of Christmas day. Sirius shared stories from the past of Lily and James Potter and other hilarious tales from the Marauders Era, although you didn’t miss the tang of sadness in his eyes when he mentioned Lily, James, and even Peter. Remus and Tonks would come over around dinner time and bring tales of their own. After the excitement had died down a bit Harry would take you for a stroll around the neighborhood talking about whatever rose to conversation. You would probably stop at a coffeehouse and buy two steaming hot chocolates then bask in the glory of the bright Christmas lights that surrounded the area. Harry would constantly make up random excuses to kiss you and by the end of the night, when you returned back home, Harry and yourself would pass out in each other’s arm by the fire to which Tonks would snap a picture and taunt you for the rest of the week with.

Ron Weasley: His 3rd year at Hogwarts

Despite most of his friends staying at Hogwarts for the holiday, Christmas would be spent in the warmth of the Burrow with Ron and all of his family. His house was by far the loudest yet most loving environment you had ever been apart of. When unwrapping presents Ron would sit by your side loving to watch your facial expressions to every gift. Molly would have knitted you a sweater and you’d feel too guilty not wearing it, so the entire day would be spent matching Ron in your twinning red sweaters. Fred and George had gotten a kick out of this and teased the both of you throughout the day. Early Christmas day, Ron and yourself would head out to the Quidditch pitch with his brothers and Ginny to play a few rounds. Ron insisted he’d go easy on you but after your team beat his two rounds, he went against his promise, as to which you still beat him. Later that day you and Ron would cuddle in his room together watching the snowfall from outside his window. His fingers trailed along your skin drawing small designings causing you to giggle every so often. Molly would swing by occasional to make sure his door was still open and the two of you weren’t doing anything inappropriate.

Neville: His 6th year at Hogwarts

Hogwarts would be your glorious holiday vacation point. You had originally planned to go to your home back in London together but after you both missed the last train ride back, Hogwarts didn’t seem like such a bad idea, not that you had a choice anymore. Another train left Christmas Eve but you both decided against it, loving the feel of a practically empty Gryffindor tower way too much. Christmas Eve, the two of your walked hand and hand around Hogsmeade window shopping and drinking icy cold Butterbeer together. Neville would spoil you with sweets at Honeydukes and buy you bags of tea that was sure to last you until next winter. With not as many students present, you managed to sneak past the spell walls and spend the night with Neville in his dorm room. The two of you didn’t wake up until noon Christmas day but when you finally decide to get out of bed, you rushed downstairs only to find presents under the tree in the common room with both of your names. It was surely a Christmas to remember.

Fred: His 1st year out of Hogwarts

After attempting to drive to Fred’s home and you almost crashing the car five times, Fred wrote his mother to tell her the drive was too dangerous. A record breaking snowstorm had swept through London and it seemed the only way the two of you would make it to the Burrow was if you were willing to drive blind through the snow. Molly quickly responded stating how sadden she was but that ultimately she understood and agreed with your decision. Fred ran to the store in the freezing weather and bought all the essentials for a great Christmas. Your home was already decked out for the holiday so you hauled all the presents back out from the car and displayed them around the tree again. It was your first Christmas as a married couple and your first in your new home. Fred moved out of his apartment with George shortly after you finished your years at Hogwarts. It was a first for both of you and feeling bad that Fred wasn’t with his family- both of your family, you were determine to make it a perfect Christmas for him. You made peppermint flavored hot chocolate, played out your favorite holiday tunes throughout the house, set up a list of movies to watch, started the fire, laid out all the ingredients for cookies, and put on your favorite ugly sweater. When Fred returned, his disappointed mood immediately washed away and his usually cheery self returned. He packed all the food into the fridge and ran upstairs changing into his matching sweater. Although it was only Christmas Eve you two began all the traditions. The day was spent making sugar cookies and decorating them, cuddling in bed together, attempting to go out in the snow and freezing to death, watch movies, making gingerbread houses, and dancing around the house to music. It was by far the best Christmas either of you had had.  

Draco: His 5th year at Hogwarts 

Draco dreaded the holiday time. Not because of you, no he loved being with you, but because of his family. He was more than embarrassed during this time and wanted nothing to do with you meeting his family. They had very strict mindsets and Draco didn’t want them getting to you, so instead of spending the holiday with his family, you two went to your families Christmas together. Draco was absolutely amazed at the warmth your family gave off and the acceptance they gave him. Your mother asked him a million of questions about his future while your father asked a million of questions about his future with you. Draco felt at home when he was with your family. You two went ice skating together, window shopped around town, and even made pies together with the help of your grandma. When Christmas day came, Draco was astonished to find gifts under the tree with his name on it. He was sure to be back next Christmas, and many more after that.

George: His 6th year at Hogwarts 

Christmas was spent at Hogwarts due to the Yule Ball. George asked you to be his date the moment talk began to flutter about the dance. Being his girlfriend you said yes of course but it was amusing to see the lengths he would go as in him jumping up on top of the Gryffindor dining table during lunch and asking you in front of the whole school. With the dance being on Christmas day, the two of you set out to accomplish all your typical traditions Christmas Eve. George woke you up at the crack of dawn and the two of you went ice skating, played a few holiday themed pranks, snuck into the kitchen to make a gingerbread house, drank eggnog, and pretended to be apart of the choir while they made their traditional trips around the school of Christmas caroling. After the dance the next day, George whisked you away to his dorm room complimenting you the whole way as he had done the whole night. George helped you change from your dress into his sweats and a tshirt, then slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks he had bought you as a side gift. The two of you snuggled together for the rest of the night not caring that the dance was still in full swing, all that mattered was the two of you were together, just like it would always be.


-Daizy xx  

Only a Sidegirl Would Know

In which you have your period and everyone takes care of you.

Requested? Yes

Originally posted by taylorkrulicki



‘Ugh,’ I groaned as I walked into the kitchen, clutching my stomach. My hair looked a mess, and I was walking around in just a massive SDMN hoodie and nothing else. I woke up and mother nature decided to gift me: I got my period.

And it was overnight as well. I don’t want to get into too much detail, but that shit gets messy when you weren’t expecting it this early.

'What’s wrong, Y-N?’ Josh asked, who was already in the kitchen. Josh, Simon and I usually woke up around the same time. 'What’s the Sidegirl up to today?’

'Nothing,’ I grumbled and plopped down on one of the kitchen island stools. I put my elbow on the table and held my head up with my hand, and frowned.

'Can I get you something?’ He asked kindly, gesturing to the empty glass he had in his hand.

'No.’

'Are you sure you’re ok–’ He started to say but Simon cut him off.

'Good morning, everybody!’ He chirped, hopping down the stairs with a giddy smile on his face.

'Hi,’ Josh said and giggled. I said nothing.

'Ooh, someone’s not in a good mood.’ Simon nudged me as he walked past, going to get himself a glass.

'Fuck you,’ I told him and let my eyes fall closed.

Simon turned around, gave me a weird look, and then looked at Josh with a raised eyebrow. Josh stepped towards him and leaned in, whispering in his ear.

'I think it’s that time of the month again,’ I could clearly hear what he said, so I cleared my throat to let him know.

Simon nodded and then grabbed a second glass. He held it under the tap, filling it with cold water. He placed it down on the counter and then rummaged in the cabinets underneath, pulling back out some pills.

'Here,’ Simon said, placing the glass of water in front of me. He took my hand in his and dropped the pill in it.

'Swallow this and drink some water, and you’ll feel a lot better.’ He told me. Knowing Simon, I wasn’t going to get away with not taking the pill.

I stared into his blue eyes and he stared right back into mine, as if he dared me not to do it. With a sigh, I threw the pill in my mouth and quickly downed it with water. I squeezed my eyes shut as I swallowed it. No matter how much water I drank afterwards, it wouldn’t wash away the bitter aftertaste of the pill.

'I hate pills,’ I pulled a disgusted face, setting the now empty glass back down on the island.

'Your body will appreciate it, though.’ Josh said. He walked up to me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his shoulder on my neck. 'Right, how about we do something fun, today?’ He asked, swaying me from side to side. Being held like this made me smile, it was rare for the boys to act motherly like this.

'Oh, I know, we can watch her favourite movie!’ Simon said, sticking his index finger in the air. He was obviously proud of his idea; his chest was puffed out.

'We can’t watch a movie without building a pillow fort first,’ Vik reasoned as he made his way down the stairs. He woke up late today. I smiled at his idea.

'If we call Ethan, I’m sure he and Emily would be up for baking a cake or something.’ JJ suddenly appeared, too.

'Is that a fat joke?’ Simon questioned him and we all burst out laughing.

'Mm, I love Emily’s cooking.’ I hummed contently. Josh was still hugging me, and squeezed me when I spoke.

'So that’s sorted then,’ Vik said.

'But what about Tobi and Harry? We need the whole crew here,’ Josh told everyone and everyone nodded.

Within an hour, Vik and JJ were working on building their pillow fort in the living room. They were disagreeing a lot, to the point where they were both raising their voices at each other, so Simon had to come and help them out.

Ethan and Emily had also arrived, and soon the entire house smelled of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

'Right, now who’s on their period?’ Harry stepped into the house, standing still with his chin lifted up and both hands planted on his waist. He looked like Superman coming to the rescue.

Everyone laughed.

'Well, there’s only one Sidegirl.’ Josh replied.

'But I have my period sometimes, too.’ Harry said in an upset tone, almost as if he was offended by Josh’s remark.

'Oh, that explains all the mood swings,’ I laughed, walking past him and heading into the living room, where the fort was finally finished.

'Oi, look who’s talking!’ Harry shot back.

'She knows stuff only a Sidegirl would know, Harry, so if I were you I’d shut up.’ JJ giggled loudly.

We finally got the movie rolling, and we all sat together in the fort.

'Dibs next to Y-N!’ Simon called and dived onto the pillows next to me.

'Dibs on the other side!’ Vik giggled and dived on my other side, too.

'Wow, I didn’t know I was that popular. Or that you guys were this clingy,’ I smiled.

'Fuck you, man.’ Simon scolded jokingly and punched my arm.

'Are you okay? Is your stomach hurting? Do you want me to heat up one of those sac things so that you can rest it on your stomach?’ Vik asked.

I laughed at how badly he wanted to take care of me. I was surprised we even had one of those sac things in the house.

Before I had time to reply to him, Simon curled up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his head on my stomach.

'There, now your belly will stay nice and warm and I’m comfortable.’ He said and I could tell he was smiling from ear to ear.

'Thanks, Simon,’ I said and pat his head.

'Shut up! The movie is starting!’ Ethan and Emily rushed in and sat down in front of everyone at the very bottom.

And like that, I might have possibly had the best day of my life. Man, I wish I had periods more often.

Thanks to the anon telling me I’m beautiful and that I hope I get better soon because I have my period and I feel sick :)) She was inspired by my post for this 😂 I loved the idea so I just had to write it straight away

Mel xx

Jealousy - Tommy Shelby

- Hey would you write something in the lines of you being close friends with John but dating Tommy and Tom being jealous cause he thinks his brother never got over a silly crush he had over you? Maybe some fight that ends up in make up sex?

- You’re back! I would love to read about Tommy trying to win his lady back after spending the day being ignored by her after a fight (and just being sweet cause he can’t handle her being distant) lots of fluff!!!!


For the sake of their argument making sense, assume they got married pre-1922 ;)


“And then, and then he just goes down like a sack of spuds! Off his fucking face he was!”

John and I dissolve into a fit of laughter, John grasping at my arm as he takes a sip of his drink and proceeds to snort it out his nose. It’s the kind of laughter that snowballs, gets out of control until your stomach aches and you have to calm down just so you can take a breath. And it’s the kind of laughter that happens a lot when John and I are together. It’s also the kind of laughter that Tommy always feels the need to put a stop to.

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RFA+V+Saeran Reacts to MC’s Strange Music Tastes

AKA Mc has complete and utter shit taste in music and they must suffer along with her (*゜▽゜ノノ゛☆ (This is so silly I’m so sorry)


Zen

- While you were cleaning, you had decided to put on your favorite musical (sans Zen) and wash the dishes.

- I mean, there wasn’t a lot, but it gave you an excuse for being so slow with them

- Of course, as cheesy as the musical was, you found yourself singing along the best you could, despite the language barriers

- And of course, while you were attempting to belt out both lines to the duet, Zen decided to come home

- At first he was extremely confused. Was that English? Did you know English? Why didn’t you ever mention that! That was so impressive!

- But once he notices you have no idea he’s there, and you’re singing your heart out, he slowly steps up behind you, peering at the….weird musical on your laptop.

- “Babe, if you wanted to sing a duet, you could have told me.”

- You jumped, having water and suds splash back at you, as Zen chuckled and apologizes.

- “Ah, sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you watching though?”

- With a very red (and soapy face) you explain your love of this musical’s soundtrack, even though it’s… Not on the great side.

- But the moment you admit its a favorite of yours, he’s talking about a movie night and that the two of you could probably watch it tonight.

- (God, Zen, Please no)

- Honestly, when the two of you did manage to watch it, he didn’t tease you too much for loving the songs due to how embarrassed you were

- I mean…He’s definitely sung worse.

Jumin

- After a long and annoying workday, he often found it comforting to see you and Elizabeth 3rd bonding.

- But coming home to a speaker system blaring god awful noise, and Elizabeth 3rd in your arms as you rocked your hips in time with the music, was not exactly what he found comforting.

- After taking a moment to find the stereo remote and quickly turning it down, he took a deep breath before speaking.

- “Mc. What are you doing to Elizabeth 3rd.” His voice was so monotone you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

- “I, uh, was just dancing with her to some music. She’s okay, see?”

- You turned to face him, showing how lazily Elizabeth 3rd was curled in your arms.

- It didn’t stop him from slowly taking her out of your grasp and holding her close.

- “That was music?”

- “Uhm….Yes…Electro kinda swing music.” Embarrassed already, you turned to go cut the stereo off completely, trying to avoid his gaze.

- Of course that didn’t stop his questions

- He went on and on. What was Electric Swing? Why did it sound like his phone was dropping a call with someone in an old records store? What was the weird slang?

- After spending around an hour showing him examples, why you were listening to it, explaining to him how he could use urban dictionary for most slang questions, he finally let the subject drop for a bit.

- “Do a lot of people listen to this type of music?”

- “Not really, I just have shit taste in music, honestly.”

- Catching on that you feel a bit embarrassed, he decided to clear his throat.

- “Well, I rather….Like it.” (He did not) “It’s….unique.”

- “Jumin, you don’t have to lie-”

- “No, no, teach me how to dance in tune with this. You were dancing with Elizabeth 3rd, and I will admit I was a bit jealous.”

- This dork. But… At least he was willing to at least pretend he liked it, and not tease you.

Seven

- So, Seven was busy working. Usually when he was in so deep into his work, you could literally say or do anything and he wouldn’t notice. And hey, you had listened to music before when he was like this. Why not listen to the one song that had been stuck in your head all day?

- You loaded up your playlist, took another look at him as you started up your music. When he didn’t react whatsoever, you popped up your internet browser and started to goof around offline, enjoying your music.

- You zoned out pretty quickly, not paying attention as it switched to a very perverse song, and Seven finally perking up from his own computer screen.”

- “….Mc, what are you listening to?”

- “Hm?” You refocused on the lyrics, recognizing one of your japanese songs playing. You cringed a bit, not realising the language change to hide from Seven, but, oh well. “It’s just a silly song.”

- “….A silly song about prostitutes?”

- You felt the color drain from your face. “You know what it was saying?”

- “You really think out of all the languages I’ve learned, japanese wouldn’t be on that list?” He smirked as you groaned and covered your face. “So, uh, were you in the mood? Were you wanting to try those things she was saying? Like makin-”

- “Don’tyoufuckingdare.”

- He busted out laughing, getting out of his computer chair to walk over and ruffle your hair. 

- “But I mean, seriously, are you in the mood because…”

- “…Okay, fine.”

Yoosung

- Okay, so Yoosung probably has the same amount of shit taste of music as you do. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you finally bring over some of your games to play at his house.

- You told him you loved shooters, scary games, or just basically anything with a good story plot.

- But…You hadn’t told him about your love for a certain music game yet.

- Once you two were all settled in his room with gaming drinks and snacks, you let out a deep breath.

- “Yoosung….Please don’t judge me for this.”

- ???

- You turned on the game, a certain popular computer idol filling the screen in such a cute pose. You expected him to laugh at you, to wiggle around uncomfortably trying to figure out if you were a ‘real’ gamer or not.

- But he just let out a little chuckle.

- “Mc, why would I judge you for that? A lot of my friends play some of her games. They like her music, too! I guess that goes without saying…”

- You looked at him in shock. “What!?”

- “Yeah, I kinda wanted to play it too. Will you show me?”

- Oh my god, you loved this man.

Jaehee

- When you two closed the cafe down at night, you would start a playlist the two for you set up filled with your favorite chore songs and start cleaning. It helped speed things up, and helped the two of you have a few cute moments.

- She would hum along with some of Zen’s songs, or other songs from musicals. If you starting signing along, she would slowly join you, both of you giggling afterwards.

- It wasn’t often a song of yours popped up, mainly due to the fact you wanted to try and hear her sing as much as possible, but tonight one of your favorites popped on and you didn’t have the heart to skip it.

- So soon, as the slow music started playing, you steadily stopped sweeping, swaying side to side with the broom in your hand.

- Jaehee tried to hide her laugh as she watched, failing a bit. “Mc, what are you doing?”

- “I love this song soo much, it’s so relaxing.”

- She listened to the lyrics, some strange japanese tinted broken english, and was lucky she was able to understand it. Lingering affects of working with such a huge business, even though she hadn’t had to use english in a while.

- But you put your broom aside and held your arms out to her.

- “I know it’s silly, but dance with me, please? I’ve always wanted to dance with someone to this song.”

- Aaaaa, you were making her face so red.

- She walked over, letting you wrap your arms around her and sway to the music. Slowly she did the same, resting her head on yours and letting her shoulders drop a bit.

- Even though it was a strange song…. It was nice being able to do this with you, especially if it made you happy.

V

- Usually when he came home, he was used to you being somewhere in the living room, since it was connected to the front door. 

- I mean it’s not like he absolutely needed your help, but it was always sweet walking up and hearing you hop off the couch to hug him and subtly try to guide him where he needed to go

- Instead, he was greeted by some solemn sounding music coming from the bedroom. After a bit of of navigating, he made it in, the music nearly blasting.

- As the crescendo lowered, he spoke up a bit.

- “Mc?”

- “I’m laying on the bed.”

- He nodded, finding a spot where the bed didn’t dip too much and sat down, happy he managed to sit beside you but a safe distance.

- He listened to the music pick up again, a male voice sounding low and grief stricken. Due to being overseas and picking up some english, he recognized some words, but not all.

- “Mc, what is this?”

- “It’s like…A novel, but an album? Each song tells a continuous story, but it’s so… I don’t know. Sad, but good?”

- “Are you feeling okay?”

- “…A bit. I don’t know.”

-  He took off his glasses, placing them in his shirt pocket and carefully laying down. Once his hand found yours, he managed to pull you to him, encouraging you to snuggle up.

- “Do you want me to listen to this with you?”

- “…Yeah.”

- He didn’t understand the lyrics fully, or why you were wanting to listen to something sad, but he just kissed your forehead and let you zone out to the music.

- Later on, when he found out that album helped you become more creative, he was wanting you to explain and translate a bit of it for him on the off chance it would inspire him as well.

Saeran

- You were a bit ashamed of your music tastes around him, especially since he wasn’t afraid to tell you if something you liked was ridiculous or not (to him, at least), but he managed to find out anyway.

- You were just picking up a bit since the two of you still lived with Seven and the house was horrible, and you were humming along with your music blasting from your headphones. Since it was loud, and you were more focused on cleaning in time with the music, you didn’t notice Saeran had been trying to talk to you.

- Until he yanked out your earbud.

- You yelped, even though it didn’t hurt too much, and turned to scold at him, but he spoke before you could.

- “How many times do I have to tell you to let him clean up his own mess? He won’t learn otherwise,” He paused for a moment, hearing the music coming from the earbud in his hand. “What kind of emo shit is this?”

- You frowned, yanking the earbud back away from him. “Don’t try to act like you don’t listen to this kind of music!”

- “I did when I was younger, and now I’m an adult, Mc. Something you’re apparently not.”

- Ooooho! That jerk. You cut off your mp3, bringing out your phone instead.

- “Don’t try to hide it!”

- “I’m not hiding anything, Mc.”

- Your fingers typed away on your phone, searching for a song you knew he couldn’t argue against.

- “…What are you doing?”

- You smiled as you found good audio of the song, pressing play and turning the volume up. He looked confused, until a certain G note rang out, and he instantly looked furious.

- “Don’t you play that shit, cut it off. “

- “Nope~!”

- “Mc, I swear to fucking god-”

- The vocals started, and you sang along with them, causing him to start stomping out of the room. But, you followed him anyway, making him yell at you more.

- “I will ruin your phone if you keep this up!”

- “Apologize, then I’ll cut it off!”

- The only thing stopping your argument was Seven coming home, and him even laughing at your music choices.

- You just couldn’t win with either of them.