top 5 times katsuki yuuri seduced the whole world (deliberately or not)
I think I’ve been accidentally pulled into the “5 Things” meme! Please don’t send more, haha. Regular prompts and headcanons are still welcome!
1. After Yuuri wins silver at the GPF and Victor announces his return to competitive skating, they attend the banquet, and apparently the ISU learned nothing from the previous year because it’s open bar. However, unlike last year, Yuuri doesn’t get drunk on 14 flutes of champagne and drag people into a dance-off. Instead, he gets drunk on six Long Island iced teas and gives an incredibly dazed and visibly turned-on Victor a lap dance in the middle of the floor to Nasty Naughty Boy. Someone (Phichit, you traitor) films it and posts it to YouTube, where it blows past 73 million views in a single weekend and trends on Facebook for two entire weeks. Thousands of people all over the world post their own reaction videos in response, the most popular being Minami Kenjirou’s, which is just 14 minutes of him alternating between sobbing hysterically and shoving paper towels up his nose.
2. Yuuri’s in the middle of giving an interview with ABC News after winning gold at the Olympics when a little girl crashes the set and takes it upon herself to plop herself into his lap. The interviewer moves to cut to commercial, but Yuuri tells her that it’s fine. He turns his attention to the girl and compliments her sparkly barrette. Very seriously, the girl thanks him, tells him her name (Malia), age (7 and a half), her teacher’s name (Mr. Gaeney, second grade teacher at P.S. 114) and that she’s going to skate with him at the Olympics someday. To his credit, Yuuri doesn’t laugh; instead, he hugs the girl close and says that he’s looking forward to it. About an hour later, Victor posts a positive pregnancy test to Instagram.
3. A video surfaces of a younger Yuuri and Phichit doing the dance to Bye, Bye, Bye on the ice. The line of Yuuri’s shoulders are soft, not a hint of fear in the way he moves his hips nor a single brushstroke of anxiety in the deep bow of his smile, and he keeps time with Phichit perfectly. It gets retweeted by Lance Bass, who says, @ yurikatsuki nice moves! dm me the next time you’re in la! #hihihi. Victor spends the week trolling Lance with terrible N*Synce photoshoots from the early 2000s and scoring them out of a possible 10. None of them ever make it to a 6.
4. At Worlds 2018, Yuuri debuts a routine that he choreographed himself to Lady Gaga’s Dance in the Dark, which the commentators say is his attempt at a cooler, sexier Yuuri Katsuki.
Victor has to be physically restrained from joining Yuuri on the ice, while six people in the audience have to be hospitalized for extreme blood loss.
Yuri Plisetsky’s face becomes Tumblr’s new favorite reaction gif.
5. Victor watches from the doorway, thinking of the fey, drunken creature who stole his heart all those years ago, and of the shy boy who wanted so badly to be as good as everyone else thought he was, and marvels at how we pour ourselves into the wide and wondrous spaces that time creates. If someone had told him maybe ten years ago—when he’d believed that perfection could only be found in the thumping bass of nightclubs, in between the thighs of faceless men—that he would be brought to his knees by the sight of his disheveled and sleep-starved husband slowly dancing around a nursery with their infant daughter cradled in his arms, singing softly and off-key, he would have laughed and asked for some of whatever it was that person was on.
But now, himself a much different man than the one he’d been at twenty, at twenty-five, at twenty-seven, he’s smarter. Wiser. Happier. And he’s never seen anything sexier.
jack tends not to get drunk on purpose very often, so when he’s the DD/only sober guy hanging out with the crew, he’s come to notice the weird but distinct drunk personalities of all his friends and has even named them:
bitty gets 110% more southern and 110% less filtered after a few drinks. he calls everyone out on their shit, dances super provocatively (RIP jack), and uses idioms that literally no one else in the room can understand. jack calls this persona Moomaw, because he’s met the actual Moomaw and the similarities are many and frankly disturbing. bitty hates him a little for it, and withholds kisses until jack stops calling him that. (out loud, that is)
lardo remains very much herself – quiet, confident, mysterious – until someone falls over or says something dumb and then she literally Ron Swanson giggles for twelve minutes straight. he calls this the Gigglemonster and Lardo does NOT know about this because she would probably kick him in the shins for it if she did
ransom’s the rare, lucky Happy Drunk. everything is great all the time and god everyone in this bar is fucking ‘swawsome!!!! what a great night!!! he’s the easiest to corral into jack’s truck after a night of partying. jack calls him Mr. Smiles and ransom is 100% ok with this
holster’s the opposite, the fucking Mess. he gets into weird arguments with strangers, loses all concept of an inside voice, and serenades literally any girl (or hot guy) if left alone for more than a few minutes. falls down stairs a LOT. has no understanding of personal space or manners. his persona is called Chad because he’s kind of a dick and he resents jack for this more than he hates him for the Cruel Sheep Empire. chad will only listen to mr. smiles, but mr. smiles is easily distracted and not good at telling people off, so it’s usually up to moomaw and then things get dicey.
shitty is a Drunk Crier, point blank. cries when he’s happy, cries when he’s sad, cries because jack bought him mcdonalds to shut him up, cries because lardo is the coolest person he’s ever known, cries because of social injustice in the world, cries because bitty snuck individually packaged jello shots into the club in the pockets of jack’s cargo pants – literally he’ll cry for any reason and it happens at least once an outing. Jack calls him Weepy McGee and shitty rolls with it.
one day tater will get drinks with jack and the crew and will ask, loudly, why holster is arguing with the bartender over the exact mixture of crap in his long island iced tea and jack will simply answer, “oh, that’s just Chad being Chad,” and all hell will break loose when holster overhears.
Y/N was not a partier. It wasn’t that she was shy or didn’t like them. It was just that she was introverted and partying took a lot out of her (Also, she couldn’t hang like she used to. By 10pm, when most parties were kicking off, she was ready to drag herself into bed). However, when Harry Styles says he wants to see you at a party, you go to that party.
She’d been iffy after she met him at Starbucks about actually getting tickets to the show. Still, a few hours later, she found herself at Will Call, chewing nervously on her bottom lip in hopes that he was serious about what he said previously. And, he was. Relief flooded her as she was slid two tickets along with a piece of paper that held an address on it. She presumed it to be the location of the after party and slid it into her back pocket.
Her nerves were bouncing all over the place as she stood in line to enter the venue. Her feelings were put to the side, however, as she saw a girl get turned away at the door and her friend stood staring wide eyed with her jaw dropped. She instantly was moved to action. As she neared the front of the line, she could hear the girl who’s ticket was apparently fake, breathing through tears, telling her friend to go in without her, forcing a smile. “Wait!” she called out to them, not that either one of them were going anywhere. They were stood off to the side. “I just saw what happened, and I have two tickets. You could just trade me the one for these two.” She held the tickets out for them, as they eyeballed them.
“These are third row tickets. Mine isn’t even on the floor."
She shrugged, nonchalantly. "I’m just happy to be here.” And, she was considering three hours ago she didn’t even have tickets or an invitation to an after party extended by Mr. Harry Styles himself. After meeting him today, this was the least she could do.
“How do we know these are real?” The same girl asked, still eyeing the tickets suspiciously.
Seeing as they were still holding up the line, Y/N scurried over to the ticket checker, so she could scan the tickets. They checked out. The two girls quickly scrambled to her side, swapped tickets, and made their way inside the venue. Once in, they hugged each other tightly, crying (what she hoped to be) tears of joy, at the sudden turn of events before they turned to her and included her in the action, letting their appreciation known through muffled sobs. “How much do you want for it?” the girl who had the fake ticket asked once she got herself together.
She shook her head, giving them a small smile. “I don’t want your money.”
“Seriously? I can’t just let you do this. These must’ve cost a fortune.”
She didn’t want to reveal that she’d got them for little more than a cup of coffee, so she just shook her head politely once more. “Honestly. I’m fine. You two just have a good time.”
“I could get you a t shirt or a hat or one of those pins or–”
She cut the girl off since she was so insistent upon repaying her in some way—which seemed to be a common theme for her today. “Water! And some popcorn, if you must.”
The girls beamed at her as they made their way to the concession stand. They did not stop talking the entire time, not that she minded. They thanked her endlessly and chatted a bit about Harry, but finally parted ways with her, giving one final hug, when they noticed the time and the length of the merch line, and she went to go find her new seat.
In hindsight, she was glad she wasn’t sitting in the third row. After she played it relatively cool that afternoon it would’ve been moderately embarrassing for him to see the way she sobbed as soon as his silhouette appeared straight through Ever Since New York, only regaining slight composure once the bridge hit. But, really, she was a mess throughout the entire concert. So, not only did she do those girls a favour but also herself and possibly Harry.
The kind, older lady sat in front of her, whom she’d made friends with, let her borrow her binoculars a few times throughout the show and it wasn’t lost on her the slight look of confusion (or perhaps disappointment, but that was wishful thinking) she saw on his face when he really looked into the first couple rows of the crowd.
Her presence, or seemingly lack there of, had absolutely no impact on his performance, though. It was arguably the best concert she’d ever been to. She felt so at home with all the Harries screaming their heads off and just going completely nuts, as per Harry’s request, during the show.
However, the same could not be said for the after party. She was a fan. She didn’t have any connections or friends or any real reason to be there other than the haphazard invitation Harry extended to her earlier in the day. That thought carried her straight to the open bar, where she ordered a Long Island iced tea, then caused her to beeline for one of the outer walls. She meandered around the outside of the party watching everyone mingle, only offering a few smiles to those who passed.
It seemed as though her presence was going to go unnoticed, not that she was doing much of a job at being approachable, as she contemplated on getting another drink, having sipped hers down over the hour she’d been at the lounge, or leaving altogether. She jumped when she felt a firm grasp on her elbow, breaking her line of thought.
She hadn’t planned on doing a lot of things that day, but it’s safe to say that getting kidnapped topped that list. Her mind was eased as she turned around to see Harry gripping her, no longer donned in his Gucci suit but looking good nonetheless. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to him so she just grinned at him, subtly looking between his face and her arm before he got the hint and let her go.
He coughed lightly. “You could’ve told me you didn’t like my music, ya know?”
She furrowed her eyebrows, not quite sure where he got that notion from. He answered the question she hadn’t even gotten the chance to ask yet, almost immediately after seeing her expression. “You weren’t in the crowd. I literally scanned all the front rows.”
“Ohhhh. No, I went. I didn’t sit there, though.”
“If you had tickets, you should’ve just told me.”
Her face contorted into something that was halfway between confusion and amusement. “Why are you assuming I lied to you earlier? I was waiting in line after picking my tickets up and I saw these two girls. One, apparently, had purchased a fake ticket and instead of holding onto those two tickets, I swapped with the one girl who had a legitimate ticket and just gave them the ones you got me.”
His mouth opened and closed a few times. “Sorry I–”
“Was just wondering how to get your exceptionally large foot out of your even larger mouth?” she finished, rolling her eyes, teetering between the lines of annoyed and amused.
“That was really lovely,” he settled upon as a response.
She shrugged. “Treat people with kindness, right?”
Dimples coined into his cheeks. “Absolutely. Now… can I buy you a drink?”
“It’s an open bar.”
He looked at her like she was crazy, eyebrows shot up with his lips twisted together. “No, it’s not.”
“Oh. Well, you can pay for the Long Island iced tea I already accidentally stole and just get me a glass of water.”
“You sure?” he chuckled.
He headed to the bar as she turned around bowing raspberries into the air in an attempt to calm herself down.
All too soon, Harry was back, handing her her water, then slipping his hand into hers, leading her to a booth. Instead of sliding in across from her, he slid in directly next to her which sent her nerves in a frenzy. “Figured I’d sit over here, so I can hear you better. It’s quite loud in here.”
She chucked nervously, nodding in understanding, sipping on her water as he gulped down some of his drink. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She had to ask. “What am I doing here?” she blurted before he could get a word out.
He puckered his lips to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m not quite sure what you mean…”
She splayed her hands out in front of them, releasing broken groans. “Like, bro, I just– I just bought you…. coffee! Now I’m sat in a booth with you at an after party. I’m not even, like–” she waved her hands in circles wildly.
He giggled, looking down at the table and shaking his head. “I just want to get to know you.”
“But, why?” She just couldn’t wrap her head around it. She wasn’t anything special. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful or talented or smart. And, she knew, even past all her nerves, that Harry was just a normal guy as well, but why on earth would he spare her more than a passing glance?
“I just think you’re lovely.”
She glared at him. She needed more of an explanation than that.
“The guy at Starbucks told me you didn’t want him to tell me that you paid for my coffee. And, then you told me yourself that you didn’t expect anything out of it.. And, you gave up your tickets for one in the back. And, I saw you when you first came in, and in the least creepy way possible, I just sort of watched you bounce around smiling, bopping around to the music, chatting with a few people. Also, you haven’t even asked for a picture. Not that I mind when people ask me, but I don’t know, it just, I don’t know,you don’t want anything. It’s, uh– You’re lovely.”
She was stunned. Partly because of what was said and partly because of who said it. She just stared at him, not knowing how to reply.
“Well, say something.” He laughed, eyes skipping around the room. He wasn’t quite prepared to look straight at her. “Christ, talking to girls is just as terrifying as always.”
Her face lit up and broke into a wide grin. “You’re talking to me?”
“You’re the only other person in the booth, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “No, like, you’re talking to me. You’re chatting me up? Are you putting the moves on me, Styles? Is this what this is?”
He bumped her shoulder with his. “Piss off.”
They smiled at each other and all the possibilities.. Hers faltered after a few moments. “You’re on tour.”
“I am,” he confirmed.
She clasped her hand on top of his. “Harry, in a few days, I won’t even be a passing thought. Maybe the next time you go into Starbucks I’ll be that one chick that bought you something, but nothing more."
His face dropped into a pout. "You’re not even going to give me a chance?”
She quirked her lip upwards and shrugged slightly. “I couldn’t ask for that kind of commitment from you.”
“Baby, I just want to get to know you,” he said in a voice all slow and thick and deep.
She wasn’t sure at which point they shifted that much closer together, but he was resting his forehead against hers leaving her breathless. Naturally, she sputtered out a few strings of laughter. “One thing you should know about me is that I’m uncomfortable in most social situations."
"Duly noted,” he stated, rolling his eyes because she completely ruined the mood he set, head following suit and backing up a few inches.
“So… just friends?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Sure."He gulped down the remainder of his drink while she sipped on her water. Neither of them were 100% satisfied with the arrangement, but someone had to be rational. She kept telling herself that she was doing the right thing. "Actually, can I kiss you?”
For the second time that night, she was rendered completely speechless. Y/N had been exercising extreme self-control up to that point. She didn’t have an anxiety attack when she met him the first time. She gave up amazing seats to see him (¼ of the biggest band in the world!). She turned him down when he came onto her. But, she couldn’t find it in herself to reject the chance to feel those lips on hers.. Like she imagined meeting him, she imagined kissing him a million times, but nothing compared to the fluffy, pillowy sensation that washed over her body when she nodded meekly at his request, sliding her hands up to grasp his face.
It wasn’t like a full blown snog. It was short and sweet, but that knowledge didn’t do anything to quell the butterflies that took flight in her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and hands on his face for a good five seconds after the kiss ended, simply basking in it. “Maybe we can be a little more than friends.”
“Yeah?” he questioned, optimism laced in his every word, before pushing his lips back to hers for a few more seconds.
“Yeah, but, maybe later. When you’re not so busy. After tour ends, if you even remember me.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be one of the few people I can’t forget.” His face set into that signature lopsided smirk.
a belated birthday fic for the love of my life james potter <3
a lil throwback to his 18th birthday when he got so smashed he had to crash at lily’s and then they just had to share a bed.
The mirror keeps buzzing in her bag and she’s sure it’s Sirius, calling to see if they made it back alright. Lily can’t answer it though, because she has her arms full with James. A very mashed and wobbly James.
“Where are we?” He says into her neck, too loudly for Lily’s liking. If a light goes on in the house, they’re screwed.
“Almost there.” She tells him as they reach the gate and she has to hold him up with one hand to push it open. For a second he leans too far forward, but then somehow uprights himself and stumbles forward.
“Where are we?” He repeats, stepping closer so his breath fans all over her throat again. It would be nice if it didn’t smell of a mixture of jaeger and sick.
“My house.” Lily watches as realisation dawns on James’ face, mouth dropping open, shoulders going limp.
“Wow. You have a house?”
“Where did you think all your owls were coming to last summer?” She shakes him until his shoulders regain some structure and tries to walk forwards again. James is stuck though, feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes in her house.
There’s not much to take in and Lily blushes, not having really thought about this part of him crashing at hers. Of course, she’d thought about him staying one day, just not under these circumstances. In her imagination they hadn’t been sneaking in at 4 am because James got kicked out of the hotel the Marauders were staying at.
and a Long Island Iced Tea | Harry Styles One Shot
So this might be a little different to how the anon had in mind but this premise can get a bit samey sometimes so I tried to do something a little different. I dunno. Hope you like it, I x
You hadn’t slept in nearly three days. You’d managed to eat a couple of slices of toast but the unrelenting nausea made it hard to swallow. You sipped at water but by this point that was the only thing you were living off. Anxiety made your body shake constantly, even when you were busy pinning garments and making alterations your hands shook making the work that came so easily to you, so difficult. The only thing in your mind was how you could make it right, how you could fix the mistake you’d made. You knew you couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t because you’d always feared it being the other way round and when you thought about it and your gut tied itself in knots and you felt sick, you knew it wouldn’t have been able to be fixed. But it was you who had done what you never thought you could.
Three days had passed since the phone call, and now you were waiting in what had become your shared living room, your own flat virtually unlived in on the other side of town, waiting for him to appear. His flight was due in early that morning and as you sipped on black coffee, a bad decision considering you already had the shakes and your mind was working on overdrive, and watched the sunrise you were wondering if he felt as sick as you did.
‘Please tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.’ Harry’s voice was monotonous, emotionless as it came down the line. He didn’t even say Hello, let you know how he was. You knew what he was talking about but you were hoping he wouldn’t know yet. You were going to tell him, you wanted to tell him before he found out from someone or somewhere else but you were too late.
‘I’m so sorry Ha-’
‘Fuck Y/N.’ He shouted and you gasped. You shouldn’t have been taken back, he was angry, of course he was angry, he had every right to be but he never shouted at you. You’d seen him get angry at others, seen him shout at others, but frustration with you was always harnessed into something calmer. ‘After everything you put me through about coming out here, you’re the one who actually does it.’ His voice was quieter but you could still hear the anger in it. You’d argued about him going out to LA again. He never seemed to be home much these days, you knew he was busy and it was an important time for his career but you missed him, you were lonely and every time he went to LA something happened, something kicked off and you were the one left at home without a clue what was really going on trying to hold the pieces together.
You’d told him you couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t sit in London fighting of paparazzi questions and tweets from fans and gossip mongrels whilst he sat back in LA and let it blow over. You knew that wasn’t what he did, if something happened he would call you and comfort you tell you he’d sort it, and he did but that didn’t stop the questions. ‘Have you spoken to Harry?’ ‘He’s cheating on you can’t you see it.’ ‘She’s an idiot to think she could keep him away from the models out there.’ How could you ignore it? He’d promised he’d be working the whole time he was there and he’d be back as soon as it was all sorted, there’d be no time for partying or socialising and it seemed there hadn’t been, but that wasn’t the case for you.
You’d been invited out for a night out with some friends and you decided to go. You’d been working to the death the last few weeks on your collection and you deserved to let your hair down. Apart from anything else it would take your mind of Harry for a while. And it did just that. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the young lad, that looked like a brit-pop throwback, who had been dancing too close all night, press his lips onto yours. You pushed him away as soon as you realised what was going on but not before someone in the club had snapped a picture. Within hours it was doing the rounds on social media before you even knew about it, by the time you knew it was too late to do any kind of damage control.
‘Harry please listen to me.’ You were crying now. You were scared of what what you could lose, you couldn’t be without him but it would be your own fault if he decided he couldn’t be with you now and you weren’t sure how to process that. He was silent, that was the only cue you needed. ‘I was lonely, I was missing you, I was st-’
‘You were missing me?’ He laughed in disbelief and you sobbed. ‘Missing me so much, were you missing me while you were kissing him?’ You stayed silent just sobbing. ‘Answer me.’ He screamed.
‘Harry please don’t shout at me.’ You begged, your voice faltering as tears flooded down your face.
‘Stop crying, you have no right to cry, you fucked up I’m the one that should be crying.’ He told you angrily, spitting his words down the phone to you. You knew he was right but you were shaking with the fear of losing him and you couldn’t help but cry. You breathed trying to hold it back. If it would make him tolerate your voice until you could explain, or try to explain, you’d hold the sobs back until you couldn’t breathe.
‘It just happened, he kissed me, I pushed him away and that was it.’ You told him quickly in one breath before you hiccuped. You wish you could see him, you wished he could see you. If he could see how much you hated yourself, how angry you were at yourself, how much you loved him maybe he’d realise.
‘Did you kiss him back?’ He asked quietly. In honesty you couldn’t remember, if it wasn’t for the photos you might not have even remembered the kiss had happened. You wished you could forget but now it was all you could think about. ‘You did didn’t you.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ He laughed and you could hear his voice sticking to his mouth. His voice wetter, you knew he was crying now. Maybe he could cope if some random guy had come onto you, he’d seen you dancing on nights out, he knew how attractive you were, and yeah a guy might come onto you. Not when he was there because he wouldn’t leave your side when he was there but on your own, catching you unaware maybe he could get over that. But the thought of you pushing your lips, his lips, into a stranger was too much to bare.
‘Harry I’m sorry, I love-’
‘Don’t.’ He told you and sobbed loudly. ‘I don’t want to speak to you right now I can’t deal with it, I’ll see you when I’m back.’
‘I love you Harry.’ He didn’t reply and the phone line went dead before you could finish. Now you were about to see him. You’d thought about staying in his grey, random donut shop hoodie that you’d been wearing for the last three days but you didn’t know how he’d react so you opted for your hoodie and some jeans. Your uniform for working days. You could really do without this today. You needed to be in the studio, in only five days your first collection would be on the catwalk at London fashion week. You needed to be doing alterations, getting measurements, making sure everything was sorted but the two page long to do list on your desk hadn’t even crept into your mind yet. All you could think about was Harry, all you could think about was how all you wanted was for him to pull you into his arms the way he normally did when he got back from a trip but you knew that wouldn’t happen.
You heard his key in the door and you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. You didn’t move, you didn’t wander out to find him. Tears were already stinging your eyes as you heard him pulling his bags through the door and the door close heavily. It was seconds, but it felt like minutes until he was stood in the living room door looking at you. He looked as tired and weak as you did. The bags under his eyes were heavier and darker than you’d ever known them, and despite having been in LA for two weeks his skin looked pale and matte. The tears that had been stinging your eyes fell down you cheeks at the sight of him and he just shook his head.
‘Say something.’ You begged him, not moving as he took his first few steps into the room but not coming near you.
‘I don’t know what to say Y/N.’ He told you. He was staring straight at you but it felt like it was more straight through you. He didn’t know who you were anymore.
‘Will you let me explain.’ He shrugged and you swallowed hard on nothing, your coffee long since finished. ‘I was drunk, that’s not an excuse but I was, I can’t remember hardly any of the night-’
‘These sound like excuses Y/N.’ He told you looking cocky. That look would either normally turn you on or annoy you but right now it just made you feel even more guilty.
‘They’re not,’ You told him trying to assure him you weren’t excusing you inexcusable behaviour. ‘He’d been moving in on me and Jen all night and we pushed him away but finally I’d had enough and I let him dance with us, he obviously took it the wrong way-’
‘You seem to remember a lot of the night you can hardly remember any off.’ He interrupted again and you sighed. You couldn’t get annoyed at him for taking stabs at you or for interrupting you when you were trying to explain. And apart from anything else he was right.
‘He obviously took it the wrong way and he kissed me.’ You finished, Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
‘And you kissed him back.’ He said it like he knew, like he’d seen it himself. You shook your head. ‘That’s what the papers and Twitter is saying.’
‘So you’re going to believe them over me?’ You asked he shrugged, he didn’t seem to care. Perhaps he was over it by now. ‘Harry you know what those people are like, you know the shit they come out with, I’m your girlfriend-’
‘No you’re not.’ Your heart broke in that instant. You were shocked into silence, your voice gone and your heart rate tripling. You wanted to fight back, to question it but you thought you might be sick if you opened your mouth. Harry moved closer to you, you could feel his breath as he pulled your face up to look at him. ‘I trusted my girlfriend with everything, I loved her with everything I am, I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for her, she’d have done the same for me.’ Your tears were falling fast and hard, blurring your vision so you could hardly make him out. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ He spat before dropping your face and walking away from you toward the stairs.
‘I’m going for a shower, I want you out by the time I’m done.’ You went to chase him, protest, he was already half way up the stairs by the time you got to the bottom and called his name. ‘I said I want you out Y/N, I don’t want you here right now.’
You sat at the bar on the other side of town from where you’d been three hours ago, waiting. Three hours ago you’d just finished your first show at London fashion week. For most it probably got lost amongst all the other, bigger, well attended shows, but for you it was the biggest deal, made bigger by Harry’s presence. He’d promised he’d be there, of course he’d promised before you’d betrayed his trust, you should have known he wouldn’t break that promise. Harry Styles was many things but he never went back on his word. You should have known that. He sat in the front row with other mutual friends of yours looking better in a shirt from your collection than the model who was wearing it. It certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, but it also hadn’t gone unnoticed by the journalists and paparazzi outside either. He’d told them he didn’t want to talk about your relationship but they couldn’t help themselves.
‘That’s one of Y/N’s pieces you’re wearing, isn’t that comment enough?’ One of them asked, Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. You knew the sort of questions they would ask in the current climate, he knew too, you didn’t know why he stopped. You wished he hadn’t, you didn’t want to hear his potential answers, you didn’t want to hear the questions that were on everyone’s lips, yours included. But there were for you to ask, no one else.
‘Look, she’s a good designer I’m here to see the show, shall we leave it at that?’ Harry said before walking away. You saw the video on Twitter, there were the usual nasty comments alongside it and you’d been tagged in some of them but you ignored them all, just watched the video and closed the app. You were there to do your job, you were good at your job, you focused on that.
You caught his eye as you walked down the catwalk at the end of the show to a wildly loud applause. He was smiling,standing with your friends to applaud you and he even gave you a wink. You wished he hadn’t, it confused you even more than it comforted you. Once you returned back up the catwalk he was holding his phone up in front of his face and you felt a little less comforted. He didn’t care as much as he once would have done. It was that, that ensured you didn’t feel good about the meeting he’d proposed, the text coming through to your phone as you were taking garments from models.
Can we meet at the bar later?
It was vague but you knew where he meant.
Sure, I’ll be a couple of hours here so 7ish ok?
See you then
Those few hours passed too slowly. You were confident of what he was going to say, which way it was going to go. He wasn’t going to forgive you, he couldn’t. How could he trust you? If he couldn’t trust you what kind of relationship did you have? You knew it, you could feel it in your stomach but you just wanted to hear it. You wanted to see him, see if anything could be salvaged even if it was just the shadow of a friendship. The wink he’d given you, the proud smile on his face as you walked down the catwalk after your models, made you think that maybe.
It was all whirling around your head in a mess of thoughts as you sat at the bar, Long Island iced tea in hand. You moved it around on the bar, spinning it in your fingers occasionally taking a sip as you mulled your situation over and tried to put yourself in Harry’s shoes. You couldn’t though. He’d never done anything like this to you and you knew he never would. Your drink was half finished when Harry arrived. His hand on your back made you aware of your presence. You smiled weakly as he sat on the stood next to you leaning it to kiss your cheek politely, always polite. The bar man wandered over before anything other than ‘Hi, how are you?’ Could be said.
‘Can I just get,’ He hesitated thinking about it. ‘Ah screw it can I get a daiquiri and another Long Island Iced Tea.’ He didn’t even have to ask, he knew what you’d be drinking in here. Best Long Island Iced Tea in town he’d told you the first time he met you in this bar. He had no idea what he was talking about, and it certainly wasn’t the best Long Island Iced Tea you’d had in London but you couldn’t order anything else. ‘How was your afternoon?’ He asked turning to you, it seemed like a normal conversation wa going to ensure but you knew, not only because it was obvious, but because of the way he was playing with his lips that he was just waiting for his drink to arrive so you’d be undisturbed until he broached the subject.
‘Not bad ta you?’ You asked taking a sip of his drink, he nodded and shrugged. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as he had been earlier. Black jeans, of course, your white silk shirt, black leather boots and the black woolen trench style coat you’d bought him. ‘Where’s everyone else?’ You asked, you knew.
‘Gone for drinks you know that.’ You did know that, that was the plan for after the show. You were all going to go for celebratory drinks before a night on the town but things had changed and Harry was more important.
‘This is more important.’ You told him and he agreed with a nod as the barman bought your drinks over. Harry thanked him and took a sip of the pale yellow cocktail.
‘Collection looked great by the way Y/N.’ He told you with a smile and you thanked him nervously. ‘Got my eyes on a few things.’ He told you cheekily and you chuckled lightly through your straw as you slurped the last mouthful of your cocktail.
‘Well you get friends and family discount, and that’s not a bribe.’ You joked but regretted it instantly. ‘Sorry that was inappropriate.’ You looked down at the bar pulling the second drink closer and pushing the finished one away.
‘Don’t be silly it’s fine.’ He smiled placing his hand on your thigh. You sighed and tried to ignore the contact, you didn’t know what it meant and you were scared to ask. You’d missed it though, his hands on your, his arms around you, his lips. The small touch was enough for now, it was more than you expected and you’d take what you could get.
‘I’m so sorry Harry, I wish-’ You began but he interrupted you and took your hand, turning you in your stool so you faced him.
‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ He told you and you looked at him confused and slightly panicked. If he wouldn’t even hear you out you stood no chance. You thought he’d wanted to meet so you could talk but perhaps he’d already made his mind up, perhaps it was already over for him and there was no going back. ‘It was all a bit much at first and I didn’t handle it very well.’ You went to interrupt him, tell him he handled it better than you probably would have, that his reaction was more than understandable. ‘You were right, I should have trusted you over what everyone was saying and I do really it just took me a while to realise.’ You nodded taking it in. ‘I don’t want you to explain it, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want you to apologise, I just want to forget it and move on.’ You thought you were going to cry from overwhelming happiness this was going in the complete opposite direction to that you’d thought and prepared for.
‘Harry.’ You gushed. ‘Are you sure, I mean I’d understand if you never wanted to see me again.’ You told him and he laughed.
‘Y/N you’re being ridiculous.’ He told you, your brow furrowed instinctively not quite believing what you were hearing. ‘A drunk guy in a club kissed you, you pushed him away, I mean I’m not happy about it but I’m not going to lose you over it.’ You laughed in disbelief and joy. ‘Let’s just be glad I wasn’t there or you might have been about to become a regular visitor at the local prison.’ You laughed again but this time with humour, everything felt right now and your hand in his didn’t feel like an intrusion. ‘I love you, let’s not something like this happen again.’ You nodded and leaned in to kiss him, savouring every second of his lips on yours. ‘I was thinking, you need to talk to your landlord about your flat.’ You nodded in agreement as conversation flowed in a way it might have done when he’d first arrived back from LA five days earlier, it was like the last week was erased and you couldn’t have been more grateful. ‘Also I’ve got a friend in LA who wants to look at your collection.’ Your eyes went wide and Harry laughed at your reaction.
‘Are you serious?’ London was one thing but the states was another. Harry nodded at you still chuckling.
‘She couldn’t get enough of this shirt and when I told you it was your design she asked if there was more.’ You laughed. You knew Harry Styles walking around in clothes you’d designed could only be a good thing but you’d never imaged it could be that good.
‘Oh my god Harry, thank you.’ You practically leaped off the chair and into his arms. ‘Thank you.’ You said quietly, comforted by his body so close to yours again his arms wrapped around you.
‘You don’t have to thank me, I’ve got nothing to do with you abundance of talent.’ He told you to which you giggled as you pulled back from him a little pressing another, single kiss against his lips. ‘Shall we go find the others?’ You nodded Harry downing the last of his drink before standing from his stool and taking your hand leading you out the door.
The next morning you wake up, naked in Harry’s bed. The smell of his sheets engulfing you. Harry’s side of the bed is empty but the sound of the coffee machine whirring downstairs and the smell of sweet, blueberry pancakes tells you he’s downstairs sorting the normal Saturday breakfast. You pull the heavy duvet in closer for a few seconds, enjoying his sheets alone for a little longer while you check your phone. You pull the charger out of it and the screen illuminates with notifications. Texts of congratulations, a couple of emails and a retweets but one twitter mention that catches your eye.
‘@Harry_Styles mentioned you in a Tweet!’
You unlock your phone slightly confused. It takes a few minutes to load but when it does you could cry. A photo of you walking back up the catwalk the previous day after your show. You’d worn a navy pant suit but lost the jacket earlier in the morning in the mess so you had the tailored trousers on, a black high neck top, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows and your everyday silver bracelets and rings glittering. Your hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of your neck and the bright red lipstick you’d decided on to make you look a little more alive stood out. You had a smile on your face, a smile of relief but also a smile of dread as you saw Harry, phone in hand ceasing to smile and clap you. Now it made sense.
‘My gorgeous girlfriend doing me proud as she does everyday with you to the end. H x’ You felt the tears stinging in your eyes. It looked like it was directed to you, it was your twitter handle in the tweet but you knew it was a message to the world and everyone who continued to feel the need to ask questions and talk about your relationship like they had a clue about it. You took a deep breath and liked the tweet so he knew you’d seen it before swinging your legs out of the bed and searching for the donut hoodie that you couldn’t wait to put back on.
Six little black numbers printed on the inside of your wrist.
10 - 07 - 17
As permanent as a tattoo and as mysterious as the Bermuda Triangle.
You had no idea where it came from or how it came to be on your wrist. You didn’t even know what the numbers meant. But it felt important. There was something in the very back of your mind that told you your spontaneous tattoo signified something - although you had no idea what.
Like any other eighteen year old who doesn’t know the answer to something, you took to the internet in search for answers. Reading through the results, you scrolled through the explanations, each seeming crazier than the one before. Potential coordinates to the hidden kingdom of El Dorado? A sign from God predicting the end of the world? Every conspiracy theory was more ludicrous than the last.
There was one website that caught your attention, a girl’s blog who wrote about a story similar to yours. On her 18th birthday, she woke up to a tattoo on her wrist of six numbers, just like yours. For her, the numbers represented a date. The day she met her soulmate. Reading her story, how she fell down a flight of stairs and broke her leg, how the paramedic who came to her rescue had the exact same six numbers tattooed on his wrist, how something in her heart told her that this man was everything she could ever want, it was like a fairytale.
For some reason, the girl’s story seemed to resonate with you more than other crackpot speculations. Perhaps it was the hopeless romantic in you, but a tattoo of the date you might meet your soulmate definitely wasn’t the worst birthday present.
A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged.
out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t
quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the
last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been
nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get
your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating
whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every
don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and
glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before
your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in
the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again,
although you didn’t exactly tell her that.
too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee
before looking you over one more time.
really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”
kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess
I need to go beg Don for my job back.”
Tbh we all know and think Cody has a daddy kink like come on now. And I’ve always always ALWAYS wanted to write a cody imagine/smut with him having a daddy kink and I”M FINALLY DID IT! proudasf enjoy! I’d love to be his bitch (; I mean come on who wouldn’t want to be?
Warning - daddy kink galore damn, spanking, slight bondage just using his tie to hold your wrist together, just lot’s of stuff happening. Just drink holy water… please & first smut ever so spare my life and dignity and feelings.
p.s feed back is much appreciated this is my first smut don’t hurt my feeling please
Word Count - 2,375
A/N The “butt hurt little girl.” part my ex told me that once when I was annoying him when he was asleep lol. & named the waiter after him omg what’s wrong with me
(Y/N) sprawled across the king size bed that her and Cody shared her hands ran up the side of the silver sparkly dress “Cody!” She called knowing he’d be quite angry that she changed her outfit that Cody had picked out for her. They were suppose to meet up with her parent’s that were in town and had made dinner, (Y/N) knew that Cody would be quite pissed especially since it was almost time to meet up with her parent’s. He walked out dressed in a suit fiddling with his tie “Princess, do you mind helping me?” his eyes were set on his tie not minding (Y/N) who stood before him “Of course love, but I have a question.” Cody hummed “Do you like my dress?” he didn’t look up at her but said “Oh of course baby I love your dress I picked it out for-” He eyes finally came in contact with the dress “Now, that’s not the dress I picked out (Y/N).” you knew it made him angry but continued to push at his buttons “But daddy I like this dress! Isn’t it lovely.” (Y/N) said in awe “But you know what’s my favorite part of the dress?” She placed her hand on Cody’s chest removing his hands from the tie allowing myself to fix his tie “the choker is my favorite part.” I whispered.
Cody hand wrapped around her throat causing (Y/N) to moan “Now (Y/N) that’s strike one” He squeezed a little on both sides of your neck you were wet by the sensation he was giving you “if you continue to be a bad girl you’ll be punished.” this caused (Y/N) to smile that was her main goal for that night “Now go change into the outfit that I picked out for you.”
Once she got the dress on Cody came up from behind her to zip up the dress (Y/N) rubbed her ass lightly against his crotch Cody grabbed her hips staring at their figures through the body size mirror in their walk in closet “Strike two (Y/N) now we’ll make this quick. Come on now kitten.” Cody sat on the chair in the corner allowing her to bend over “Count for me kitten.” Cody’s hand came in contact with her plump round ass “One, thank you daddy.” by then her panties were soaked “Twenty, thank you daddy.” he pulled her up to wipe the tears away “Now grab your purse babygirl, we’re late.” (Y/N) ass was so numb Cody could read it on her face he scooped her into his arms “You see, if you weren’t being a butt hurt little girl we would’ve been with your parents by now.”
“Hi Mr & Mrs.(Y/L/N) we’re so sorry we’re late.” Cody said pulled the chair out for (Y/N) who secretly rolled her eyes she had a plan for him. The waiter came by “Hello I’m Gabriel I’ll be your waiter for tonight, what will you folks be ordering tonight.” (Y/N) placed her hand on Cody’s thigh resting it their while her parent’s ordered Cody glanced at (Y/N) who was looking through the menu he leaned in placing a kiss behind her ear “What do you think you’re doing kitten.” she inched her hand higher near his crotch “Be careful love, you don’t want another punishment do you?” She smiled “Maybe…maybe I want to be punished.” She unzipped his pants running her finger over his bulge “What would you two like?” the waiter asked “I’ll have a Ceaser Salad & a long island ice tea.” She felt Cody grab onto her wrist shooting her a glare “I’ll have a Shrimp Scampi & a Coke.” The waiter nodded and left to put in their order.
(Y/N) pulled out his dick that was already erected she pumped it slowly running her fingers over the pre-cum slowly taking it into her mouth keeping eye contact with him as he clenched his jaw “So, how are you enjoying the L.A weather?” Cody questioned trying to distract himself from his girlfriend. “Oh it’s lovely, it’s humid but manageable.” They went on to talk between (Y/N) and Cody, his dick twitched in her hands causing (Y/N) to smile picking up her pace watching Cody draw in a sharp breathe drinking his water trying to suppress his moans “Cum for me baby.” she cooed in his ear watching him come undone in front of her and her parents who seemed to be in their own world.
Once the food came Cody hadn’t said a word to you till you felt his hand rest on (Y/N) thigh she glared at him slapping his hand away. He hiked her dress up brushing his finger’s against her wet core she had no time to put on underwear so Cody had easy access to run his fingers along his slit “Cody, stop.” she pleaded grabbing a hold of his wrist “Stop.” she whispered again.
“(Y/N)?” her parents called “How’s school going?” She opened her mouth to answer but quickly shoved some salad moaning “This is some good salad.” Cody slowly pumped his fingers into her aching core “School’s great school is fine.” she began to stuff more salad into her mouth trying to cover suppress the moans. Cody added another finger then used his thumb to brush against her clit she grabbed her drink choking on a moan Cody began to pump faster curving his finger against her g-spot as he continued to use his other hand to eat, she grabbed onto his wrist warning him that she was about to cum “Cum for be baby.” he tone was raspy he watched as she came undone. She cleared her throat excusing herself to use the restroom. “Well, look at the time! Cody would you like to order a cheesecake to go?” (Y/N) father asked “Oh, yeah I’ll get two celebration cheesecake.”
Cody went to check on (Y/N) her parent’s said they’d wait outside for them he knocked on the women’s restroom “(Y/N) let’s go.” Cody demanded she slowly opened the door stepping she knew that Cody was going to punish her for the way she’s been acting tonight “Strike Three kitten, now let’s go home so I could fuck you senselessly.” He whispered in her ear as they left the dimmed hallway to the restrooms to bid (Y/N) parent’s goodbye.
The ride back home was silent Cody’s grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles turn white “Babe?” (Y/N) whispered “Baby?” she tried again, “Daddy?” He gave her a quick glance then turned his attention back on the road “Babygirl, if you’re trying to apologize to get out of your punishment just know that’s not going to work.” she clamped her thighs together trying to create some friction to her aching core. Cody pulled up to their house pulling into the garage once he got the garage door closed he quickly got out and helped (Y/N) out of the car only to push her up against the side of the car his hand wrapped around the back of her neck causing her to gasp “Now kitten, I’ll give a head start. Go pick out your favorite tie for me and I want you to be naked got that kitten. Oh and keep those heels on” She nodded falling submissive under him “Got hit kitten?” he squeezed the side of her neck slightly “Yes daddy.” He released her allowing her to enter the house slapping her ass playfully as she made her way up the stairs.
Cody’s footsteps echoed through the hallways he entered dim master bedroom that he and (Y/N) shared he walked towards her every step he took she grew wetter by the minute and needed him. He walked towards her taking in the sight of her naked body “Turn around kitten.” she obeyed handing him her favorite tie of his “Is it too tight princess? I don’t want to hurt those pretty little eyes of yours.” He whispered bitting onto her earlobe “No daddy it’s just right.” She felt him turn her around peppering kisses on her shoulder blade working his way up to her sweet spot she let out a sweet moan causing cody to smile against her skin kissing along her jaw making his way to her lips.
His lips ghosted over hers (Y/N) let out a sweet cry “Please.” she whispered “What is it love?” he asked “Please, please daddy kiss me.” she answered his hands rested on her hips pulling her into a passionate kiss his tongue ran over her bottom lip allowing him access as they fought for dominance. Cody tapped the back of her thigh telling her to jump she moaned when her folds came in contact with Cody’s pants “Kitten, don’t even try to make a noise.” she bit onto the bottom of her lip her back came in contact with their king size bed.
“Hands up kitten.” she felt her hands being tied to the head board of the bed “Now, kitten you will not speak nor will you cum without my permission.” Cody’s voice was filled with dominance full of authority “Got it kitten?” she nodded not knowing if she could speak up or not. Cody’s hand came in contact with her ass cheek “Kitten, use your words.” she nodded “Yes daddy, I understand.”
He trailed kisses down her body leaving lovebites on her neck, boobs, stomach and inner thigh. He licked a bold strip through her slit (Y/N) couldn’t help but choke back a moan she brought her bottom lip between her teeth drawing holding back the sound of pleasure.
Cody sucked on her clit inserting a finger into her pumping slowly curving his finger upwards towards her g-spot adding a second finger adding more pleasure. Her breathing became heavy as she felt a familiar knot in her stomach “You’re close aren’t you kitten?” Cody’s voice echoed through the room she nodded “What is it kitten?” Cody asked as he harshly sucked on her clit pumping faster hitting her g-spot constantly “Come on now use your words.” she gasped her chest raising up and down due to her heavily breathing “I’m so close daddy please, please let me cum!” (Y/N) pleaded.
“Kitten why should I?” Cody asked attaching his lips to her left boob while his other hand massaged her right boob feeling the bud harden under his fingers twisting at it while he used his teeth to tug at the other “Because, I’ll be a good girl daddy. I’ll use what ever you say, please daddy please.” He lowered himself back to her aching core sucking harshly on her clit “Come on kitten cum for me.” she finally released he licked up her juice leaning back up to connect his lips to her’s. “You taste amazing princess, but I waste no time.” Cody quickly undressed himself and without warning slammed into her (Y/N) let out a scream of pleasure.
Cody undid the blindfolds looking into his princess’s eyes. Which quickly closed due to the pleasure he was giving her “Princess open your eyes look at me.” her eyes remained close he wrapped his hand around her throat causing her to moan as he pulled out quickly. Her eyes shot open “But daddy I-” Cody slammed into her without any warning “Open your eyes princess let me see those pretty eyes.” They kept in contact their foreheads resting against each other Cody lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and grabbed onto the headboard slamming into her endlessly their moans filled the room “Daddy, I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum!” (Y/N) cried out looking into Cody’s eyes she kissed him hungrily she pulled at the ties around her wrist wanting to run her hands through his messy hair “Hold on kitten not yet.” he cooed leaving new lovebites on her neck.
“Cum for me princess.” (Y/N) soon became undone under Cody who not so long after reached his high. Cody took off her heels and took off the ties from her wrist kissing them due to the redness and the way she tugged and pulled against it. He grabbed his dress shirt placing it on her body like she was the most fragile human being on earth. He grabbed his underwear slipping it back on “Baby did I hurt you?” he asked in a hushed voice (Y/N) smiled kissing him passionately “Of course not.” she brushed her fingers against his cheek she kissed his jawline making her way down to his neck peppering kisses here and there as he pulled her onto his lap she placed her head in the crook of his neck “You know I love you.. I’d never hurt you.” Cody said holding her in his embrace she leaned back to look at his face “Of course I do. I know you would never hurt me. I love you more.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips laying her down beside him. “Goodnight princess. I love you.” “Goodnight babe, I love you.”
(Y/N) woke up to an empty bed her body felt weak she touched her neck looking down at her body the art work Cody had done. Just then Cody walked in with a tray of pancakes and bacon “Morning princess.” He placed the tray at the on the desk when he notice (Y/N) trying to stand up but her legs ached from last night “I’m sorry love, does it hurt?” he asked scooping her into his arms placing her back in bed “Just feel a little weak, baby you didn’t hurt me.” she kissed his cheek he went to grab the tray “Breakfast in bed with my princess.”
Cody leaned in to place a sweet passionate kiss on her plump lips.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Bartender AU) Word Count: 3422 Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, some language
Summary: You’re at bar with your friends when you see something unexpected, but maybe the hot bartender can turn your night around!
A/N: This is my submission for @marvelous-fvcks 3k writing challenge. Congrats Chels! My prompt was a Bartender AU. not my gif, source (x)
Natasha smiled as you slipped behind her, checking the mirror to see that your makeup didn’t look awful. You had been out with her all day and didn’t feel like reapplying anything. There was no one to impress anyway considering you were already taken, in a fairly new relationship with your boyfriend Grant. The redhead effortlessly applied her eyeliner. You’ll never get over your jealousy for her makeup skills, it always takes you at least a few minutes to paint your own lids with several frustrating attempts at makes the wings even.
“It’ll be fun tonight,” Natasha said, hanging her mouth open as she applied her mascara. “Clint’s heard them before, they’re pretty good.”
Natasha was referring to the band playing at a bar near Clint’s apartment. With Grant being away on a business trip this weekend you were lonely but thankfully your best friend came through with plans. You pump a liquid from whatever hair product is on Natasha’s sink into your hand a few times, it makes her hair look perfect so clearly it couldn’t hurt you.
Nat drove to Clint’s apartment, kissing him hello as he opens the door. He greets you with a firm hug before the three of you walk a few blocks to The Captain, the bar appropriately named after its owner, a former Captain in the army. It was a pretty popular bar with live music every weekend. You got there early enough to grab a table in the back before the band started.
Heading to the bar with Natasha you squeeze your way in between the crowd, locking eyes with the bartender who wordlessly lets you know he’ll be right there. Your heart flutters, damn was he good looking! Tall and broad, with brown hair falling just above his shoulders and stubble peppering his sharp jawline. Even in the dim bar lighting you could see his sparkling blue eyes.
Neither Iwaizumi or Oikawa drinks out much. They do drink often when they stay in, like beers and take-out while watching movie.
They drink out with friends and switches to be the designated driver. Sometimes when Hanamaki and Matsukawa come visiting and crushing at Iwa and Oikawa’s place. They’d be the designated driver and let the two have some fun at the bar.
Oikawa enjoys cocktails and likes to try every different kind he can get. It could’ve been a dangerous thing when he’s in a mood to have more than one drinks (mixed drink can get you drunk fast), fortunately, Oikawa has an incredibly tolerance of alcohol.
Iwa isn’t low on alcohol tolerance but it’s super easy to tell whether Iwa’s drinking. His cheeks get a pinkish blush from the very first drink he takes. The blush doesn’t go away but doesn’t darken much either. It’s a really endearing hue against Iwa’s tan skin and Oikawa always likes to shower little pecks on those pink cheeks.
Iwa can hold his liquor perfectly fine for social requirement through sheer will power. But when he’s with friends and he’s really relaxed, it’s not hard for him to get to the state of light headedness.
Iwa, to everyone’s surprise, likes sweeter kind of drinks. He especially likes the one tasting like iced tea or juice, such as bourbon-whiskey ice tea, long island, Pina Colada, etc.
Oikawa is a quiet drunk. He’d stay in his seat, sip his drink, and listen instead of talking like a well-mannered kid.
Iwa is a happy drunk. He laughs freely and wholeheartedly at almost everything, even the lamest jokes. He gets more physical and touchy as well, bro hugs here and clasps on the back there, very charismatic in his own way, which leads to him making a few good friends at the bar they frequent.
Iwa’s energy dies down relatively quick if he has a little more after he’s drunk. He and Oikawa would become that fluffily sweet couple in the corner of their booth, holding hands under table, sharing private jokes in whisper (Iwa has quieted down to giggles at this stage) when the other leans against them and steals the smallest kisses, eskimo kisses and even butterfly kisses, from each other like the stupidly in love couple they are.
There should be more but I am tired and maybe in a need of drink myself so bye first.
Prompt: Maybe something in which the girls of the batfam can get some spotlight? And can you do one with batmom being related to harley or ivy and the batfam finding out Requested by: justplaindontask and ANON
AN: for the second prompt I ended up making it Batsis. Hope that’s okay
Girls night had become a tradition early one. Putting on a cute outfit, with great shoes, was a must when you spent most of your nights sweating in spandex and covered in grime. Your heels were higher than was practical, and you knew that ten minutes into dancing you’d be sliding them off, but you were prepared for that. You had a pair of flats in your purse ready to go.
You slip out of your room, and down to the garage. You start the car quietly and keep going. You pull in front of the restaurant and find your group already there. Stephanie is mid way through her third shot when you sit down, Barbara has a margarita in front of her, and Cass is sucking down a long island ice tea. They hoot as you walk up.
Barbara smiles, “Now I know your dad didn’t see you leave the house in that dress.” You glance down at the black halter top dress. You smile and do a little shimmy.
“He and the boys were in the cave, I slipped away unnoticed.” You order a martini, and an appetizer. And the chit chat starts. You cover everything from Dick’s freakout about Barbara’s latest mission, to Stephanie’s latest prank on Damian. You fill them in about school. Cass simply grins through the whole thing.
When she nods towards the ladies approaching you, you raise an eyebrow in question. Your mother winks at you, and her friends sit down at the table. She kisses you cheek, “And how is my darling daughter?”
You stare at Pamela. Your existence had come from a seduction gone wrong. She’d been out to use Bruce Wayne’s money to pressure people into giving into her commands. One plant based love potion later and you were created. She still claimed your father was one of the best men alive, even if she didn’t have a clue that he was the same man who stopped her every scheme.
But your mother had always claimed that you were the most precious thing in her life. Her greatest masterpiece. She’d managed to hide your existence for a while, to keep her nose clean. But the call was too much, and when she had gone back to Arkham, your father had been gifted with you. Supervised visits had been allowed. Little did she know, that you had inherited her powers minus the green skin.
You listen as she talks about her latest breakthroughs, while Selena makes eyes at a waiter, and Harley throws back shots like they’re going out of style. One look at Barbara tells you that she’s a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but she’s got your back.
You move onto the club, and make a show of dancing with your friends. Everything is going fine until a guy can’t take no for an answer. That’s when your mother turns into a mother bear. Before you can fully understand what’s happening there are plants all over the place, Harley is swinging her bat, and Selena has disappeared. A glance at Stephanie shows that the girl is oblivious, and still dancing on the bar. Cass is popping back peanuts, and Barbara is rubbing at her head.
You get out of the club before the police show up, and take a taxi home. When you arrive back at home your father and your brothers are waiting. One look at the news, has them all scrambling with questions, and leaves you with a headache. Sometimes girl’s night out was more trouble than it was worth.
<b><p></b> <b>Wampus:</b> loud, clear voices; speaking up without fear; clenched jaws; sloppy handwriting; a commanding presence; the first inhale after coming up for air while swimming; strong noses that flare when angered; staying up until 3am laughing with friends; messy buns; strength training; bitten lips; cinnamon; fishnets; muscles shifting under a lover's fingertips; powerful thighs; neon and bright colors; chiles rellenos; that moment right before the free fall on a rollercoaster; scratch marks; the sound of a knife sharpening; fruit infused water; tongues burnt on midday coffee; kisses from big dogs; hair ties breaking; unsettled dust; linking arms; backless dresses; very hot baths; rock climbing; mosh pits; Doc Martens; smudged lipstick; spicy curry; tunnel graffiti; charcoal-stained fingertips; baring teeth; caffeine addiction; wrinkled noses; gasping between passionate kisses; sharp cut creases; holographic knives; 1967 Chevy Impala; heterochromia; the snap of leather; the scent of an extinguished match; hickeys; ripped leggings; inner ear headphones; screaming at the top of your lungs; twists; the sizzle of steak hitting the grill; strobe lights; the anticipation of a bassdrop; new age tattoos; dermal anchors.<p/><b>Thunderbird:</b> tilting faces toward the sun; mountains in the distance; bright smiles; weathered and worn books; hammocks; darjeeling tea; the look of awe and wonder; smirking; wavy hair; paper airplanes; muted nail color; sunkissed highlights; aster flowers and wildflowers; recycling; legs aching from standing and/or moving too long; trailing hands over tree trunks; wide, open spaces; stargazing; hipster fashion without hipster elitism; whistling along to the music in your head; lightning bugs landing on hands; music festivals; Sailor Moon; choker necklaces; abandoned railroad tracks; making custom playlists for friends; lifted pinkies when drinking; crochet braids; space buns; dresses with pockets; morning fog; being unafraid of, or even thrilled about, getting lost; high cheekbones; petrichor; feeling breathless contemplating existence; a light sheen of sweat; septum piercings; blushing from ears to chest; schadenfreude; OTEs; power lines; burnt marshmallows; accidentally dropping food on shirts; horizontal bamboo blinds; tripping over words around attractive people; vintage suitcases; reading field journals; Long Island iced tea; maypoles; handmade flower crowns; serendipity; elote; Volkswagen vans; bathhouses; windblown hair; pastel hair; homemade granola; picking up bits and pieces of language while traveling.<p/><b>Pukwudgie:</b> herbal tea; warm, fond smiles; dimples; brown eyes; being underestimated; thick blankets; humming along to music playing in the background; journaling; macadamia nuts; the sound of cicadas; tracing hands over tall grass; tight hugs; peaches; tiny, dainty tattoos; naturally long eyelashes; muddy hemlines; elderberry wine; holding hands; jumping as high as possible on a trampoline; rain pattering on a window; succulents; crystals; terrariums; bangles; flannel shirts; tear tracks; powder-lined cat eyes; finding an onion ring in your fries; balloons; throwing autumn leaves in the air; honey bees; stickers; apple cider; crickets chirping; damp cotton; Ford Farlaines; hide and seek; an unnoticed stumble; sunlight reflected on lake water; Eskimo kisses; ice cream melting over fingers; the twitching of squirrels' tails; raw spider silk; headwraps over natural hair; tapping toes to the beat; "Christian cussing" around children; competitive sand castle building; fiercely protecting others' autonomy; bunny teeth; dulce de leche; harmonizing; grass stains; gardening; gel pens; absolutely losing it to memes; angel bite piercings; naturally pink cheeks; the countdown before taking the plunge; freshly clipped nails; rushing to aide someone having a panic attack.<p/><b>Horned Serpent:</b> narrowed eyes and pursed lips; box braids; stacks of nonfiction books; satire; forehead kisses; hands gently caressing cheeks; helvetica; a collection of partially filled notebooks; a face softening in realization; diffused light; bitten nails; eavesdropping; Earl Grey tea; fencing; the sound of the A/C kicking on; A-line dresses; freshly shaved legs against cool, clean sheets; glass ceilings; minimalist tattoos; sketchbooks; cursing when spilling coffee over your notes; plum lipstick; thick-rimmed glasses; vindication; neutral tones; smudged makeup from rubbing eyes during an all-nighter; button-up shirts; aching fingers and wrists; taking a break from a project only to realize hours have passed; Cadillac Broughams; julienne cut vegetables; fish tacos; ankle socks; being 10 minutes early; origami; spiral staircases; soft smiles watching children learn; flyaway hairs; finger-walking on metal desks; mint ice cream; having a 10 or more kill streak; pressed flowers; silhouettes; the crunch of biting into an apple; limericks; sake; Frank Sinatra; lighthearted debates that turn into yelling matches; sphinx cats; pastel hair; deadbolts; elaborate mosaics; nostril piercings; YInMn blue.<p/></p><p/></p>
FRIDAY was meant to be the replacement AI. An Irish voice to inform Tony of what was going on, what to do. Nothing more. Nothing that could replace Jarvis. Ever.
Well, she didn’t replace Jarvis, but she’s not just a synthetically Irish voice. She’s her own person. (Sometimes, Tony is just great at his job.) FRIDAY cares. She really does. Because Tony made Jarvis when he was young and slightly buzzed, he gets the coding right on some things. It doesn’t take her months to learn everything around her. It takes weeks, sure. But she picks up on colloquialisms, sarcasm, and phrases.
He’s…kind of proud. When she shuts down the lab in the first two months after he’s worked nonstop for ten hours. “Your body needs a break, Boss,” she informs him. “And I’m having drinks with friends soon…” FRIDAY says it as a joke, and Tony kind of laughs.
“What, motor oil and loose codes throughout?”
“Even better. Long Island Teas.” Tony doesn’t know if it’s because he finds it funny or just amazed, but he laughs.
FRIDAY becomes Friday. She’s a good woman. Always respectfully petty when need be. She turns on news reports, makes suggestions about possible business ventures when Tony gets bored, and always reads random Wikipedia pages. Tony’s not sure where she got that habit from, but now she won’t stop bugging Tony about watching Young Frankenstein starring the effervescent Gene Wilder. “It’s good, Boss.”
“I know Fri, I was alive when it aired. Don’t sass me.”
“I’ll beg for forgiveness,” she deadpans.
The bots love her. They’ve never really had a sister before. Butterfingers and her bond like no one else has seen before–Friday animates a suit against orders to be able to have a dance party with him.
“He’s my brother, we have to have fun when I don’t have a flesh sack,” Friday comments after Tony gets mildly upset.
“Don’t ever call human bodies ‘flesh sacks’ again,” Tony says with a shudder.
Friday worships the ground Pepper walks on. She analyzes her clothes to buy some new designer shoes and dresses that Pepper can wear on business or just for fun.
“My girl Friday,” Tony says one day. “Thank god you got her shoes, I forgot her favorite drink. Again.”
“Three strikes and you’re out, Boss.”
“You don’t even like baseball!”
“And you do?”
“Okay fair point, it is a very boring sport. Hey, quick question, did we or did we not buy vanilla ice cream?”
“No, we did not. You saw mint chocolate chip and decided that you must have it.”
“Damn my mood swings,” Tony curses. “We need vanilla ice cream.”
“I also want to see Pulp Fiction. I heard John Travolta is devastating in it.”
“Honey, his entire career is devastating. The last time you picked a movie U had ideas. That can’t happen again, I’m not having him trying to reenact Titanic on the balcony like a lovesick teen.”
“Well to be fair, I did play the recorder version of ‘My Heart Will Go On.’ I think it made the scene.”
“Friday, you have the weirdest sense of humor, it’s like having a Millennial in my house all the time.”
“If we’re getting ice cream then I demand that we get avocadoes.”
Tony smiles. It’s good to have someone in his corner for banter alongside Rhodey. It’s nice to have just someone back.
and Y/N are best friends and have been for years, but they’re in
denial of their love in fear of ruining their friendship, until one
too many drinks makes it undeniable.
was the last day of school. My friends and I, for the first time in a
while free of concerns, decided that we would be normal teenagers for
one night at least. “And what do ‘normal teenagers’ do?”, you may
ask. Well, it’s simple: they get lit.
Keller was away for the weekend, and Kevin made his house available
for us to use for a party.
set everything up, moved couches, TVs and glass tables out of the
way, and before we knew it, tens of teenagers were pouring inside.
to four hours later, the house is trashed, but no one, including
Kevin, gives a fuck.
and I, half empty red solo cups in our hands, were dancing on the
table in the kitchen to a crappy commercial pop song, but we wouldn’t
have had it any other way.
I go on telling you what happened, I need to give you some back
story: Archie and I were best friends and had been for a very long
ended up developing feelings for each other at the beginning of our
sophomore year, and after many long talks we’d decided to get
together, because we loved each other; but at the first bump in the
road, we’d decided to call things off before our friendship could
suffer irreparable damage.
loved Archie deeply, but I’d rather have him as a friend than not
have him at all.
to the party: Archie and I were dancing on a table and sipping on our
homemade Long Island Iced Teas – so strong that all you could taste
was the alcohol burning your throat, but that’s how we liked them.
I knew it, Archie’s hand was resting on my hip as he brought my body
closer to his; I could feel his hot breath on my neck and my hands
tingled because of it. It tasted like alcohol, which made me feel a
mixture of things: I was happy he was drunk, because maybe things
would happen between us, which I wanted them to – breaking up was a
common decision, but that didn’t mean the things I felt for Archie
were long gone and forgotten.
the same reasons, I was worried. I didn’t want things to happen
between us if they were going to ruin what we had.
was torn, and so I decided to just let things works themselves out –
better yet, let the alcohol work things out.
top is wet” Archie breathed in my ear, mentioning a wet spot –
probably beer – right where his hand was resting. “Maybe you
should take it off.”
nodded and un-tucked the blue top from my high-waisted jeans, leaving
me in nothing but a bright red bra.
crowd beneath us cheered, making us laugh.
felt my body being drawn closer to Archie’s, to the point where I was
dancing with one of my legs between his. Both of his hands were now
on my waist, while my right hand was right were his neck met his
shoulder and the left was resting on the area of his chest that was
left bare by his shirt, halfway unbuttoned. He was rubbing his thumb
on the bare skin above the waist of my jeans, and and I felt his skin
burn against mine.
felt warm inside. Maybe it was the four drinks I’d had, but it sure
didn’t feel like it. Archie
made me feel warm and fuzzy, which is a cliche, but it’s also true.
“This feels good” I whispered in
a heavy breath.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Archie
nodded. “But I think I can make it even better.”
lips were soon pressed on mine, moving in a way that I had no idea
how much I’d been missing until then. All the memories of us burned
in the back of my mind, and I felt myself responding with a passion
that I didn’t know I had in me.
“Get a room!” someone, which I
recognized as Kevin, yelled. Archie and I laughed, but complied: we
jumped off the table and stumbled, hand in hand, up the stairs.
Clothes were soon coming off as we
turned beneath the covers of Sherriff Keller’s king sized bed.
hands were deep in Archie’s red hair, tugging at it passionately as
our lips were locked and his hands roamed my naked body. I needed
him. I never would have thought I could need someone that
Afterwards, when the party
downstairs has died down, I found myself listening to Archie’s
breathing and the sound of his beating heart. My head was resting on
his bare chest, while his arm was wrapped around my shoulders and our
legs were intertwined under the covers.
I was playing with my fingers on his
sternum, watching it go up and down with every breath.
“You’re beautiful” Archie
drunk, Archie.” I
scoffed. My fingers stopped moving and my head lifted up from his
chest. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him.
“Yeah, but in the morning I’ll be sober, and you’ll still be beautiful.”
I laughed way harder than I should
have. I couldn’t even be mad at him when he said shit like that.
“That is the single cheesiest,
dumbest pick up line I’ve ever heard.”
he laughed. I looked at him, head resting on a pillow: I’d
done it, from the disheveled
hair on his head to the smile plastered on his face, and all I wanted
was the possibility to do it again, and again, for the rest of my
The smile faded from his face in a
moment of realization, before he intertwined his fingers with mine
and said: “I miss you.”
Although I knew what he meant, I
felt the need to pretend that I didn’t for the sake of our
friendship. “I’m right here, Arch.”
Archie shook his head. “No, no,
not like that” he slurred.
I found myself giving him a sad
smile. “I know.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“Yes, it does!” I couldn’t
understand why he was making things so hard. I loved him and cared
about him too much to risk losing him. “You’re the greatest friend
I’ve ever had.” I added in a whisper.
goes for you, but, Y/N, I love you.
And not it a ‘we’ve been friends our whole lives’ kind of way. I love
you as in I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, spending our
nights just like this.”
“Archie, you’re drunk. You don’t
know what you’re saying.” I lied back down, staring at the ceiling.
“Stop saying that!” he whined.
“I might be drunk, but I know how I feel!”
“You’re making this so hard,
Archie” I whispered in a broken voice. I loved him, but growing up
means making decisions that you don’t necessarily want to make, and
that’s what I was doing.
“I’m willing to try hard for us.
We didn’t work the last time because we were walking on eggshells, we
were so scared to ruin things that we didn’t try nearly hard enough.
We just gave up.”
I nodded. It was true, we gave up on
our relationship at the very first rough patch.
“I love you” was my sincere
We were together, again, and despite
the fact that we were obviously and understandably scared, we
couldn’t have been happier.
In the morning, despite the raging
headache, we both remembered the whole thing and there was nothing we
gif is mine and it’s from LOL (2012, dir. Lisa Azuelos). Let’s just
pretend that Douglas Booth (Kyle in the movie) has red hair.
airing: Bucky x fem!Reader Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what?
She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different.
So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different? Words: ca. 1000 Warnings: None