Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.
“Another?” she asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”
“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”
“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.
“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.
Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.
He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.
Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.
Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
Please do not post this anywhere else without my permission.
Rating: M (Smut)
You hated going to these functions for Harry sometimes
because you didn’t really know how to talk to the rich and famous, much less
make a good impression and talk up your boyfriend to these said rich people who
were going to make Harry more of a star than he already is. It was much easier
earlier on in the relationship to attend to things like this because you knew
of three other guys who would be there as a crutch if Harry was off in a
serious conversation with a producer or someone who could help him go solo.
so much more different, as Harry was auditioning to land a major movie role and
he was extremely excited, but extremely nervous about not getting the part.
Knowing that you are HIS crutch made your heart swell a little more, but
knowing that you would have to talk to a room full of completely different
people, even a completely different scene with no one to fall back on was
starting to make the nerves in your stomach race so hard that you felt
nauseous. But nevertheless you put on your black dress that fell to the floor
in your giant closet that the two of you shared when Harry asked you to move in
to his house in LA.
heard Harry somewhere in the bedroom, his voice darting a bit forward at the
last letter of the word, knowing that he was rounding the corner to the closet.
He stood in the doorframe looking down at his hands that were holding two
different necklaces, both long; one was gold and the other silver, both holding
pendants at the very bottom. The silver pendant adorned his plain silver but
slightly larger cross, and the gold chain held one small coin pendant at the
bottom and the other chain above it was a small gold cross.
out his hands that his somewhat more inexpensive pieces dangled from, raising
both eyebrows at you. You squinted and your eyes raked over his long and lean
torso, a black silk button down (which was almost all the way un-buttoned) was
carefully and neatly tucked into the long black and white pinstripe pants over
his black and so shiny you could see yourself in them boots. You licked your
lips just slightly at the sheer sight of him, and his tongue grazed the inside
of his cheek as he rolled his eyes.
time for that, love,” he grinned his little smirk that made his dimple flash,
and you wondered how you weren’t jumping on him right then and there.
Not like you don’t do it to me,” you crossed your arms and glared at him,
shifting all your weight to one hip. He immediately saw your body change and
his eyes flew down to your chest that was pushed up by your arms just enough.
You rolled your eyes this time, and poked two fingers hard into his shoulder.
“This one,” you pointed to the silver cross and helped him get it over his head quickly, as
he has seemed to freeze momentarily.
Kiss,” his lips puckered out and you looked at him for a moment and paused, his
lips starting to turn into a frown when you leaned forward quickly and pecked
at them, his smile was triumphant.
love?” He asked, shrugging on his very tailored black velour jacket that fell
at his hips, nudging his long hair from in-between his shirt and the jacket to
fall out easily, adjusting the collar and his hair, again.
let me get my coat,” you said to him and turned to the white pea-coat hanging
on the rack that you hung carefully as if not to spill or even breathe on it
before his big night. Just then the moment hit you hard, you knew that it was
extra important and wondered how you even agreed to this. It might have been the
way Harry was standing in the doorframe looking hot as hell, or it might have
been the way he ate you out as a plea and a bribe so feverishly just last night
that you thought you went to actual heaven because of all the white and the
stars (twice); either way, you were nervous and he was, too.
“Harry,” you said just barely audible, tears prickling at your eyes.
Harry turned to face you and saw
your body frame slumped, almost eaten by the pea coat around your arms and your
lips were pouting as to say please, don’t make me do this. He strode over to
you and in one simple step of his long legs and he was holding you tightly by
the waist with one strong arm, the other swiping his padded thumb over your
cheek. You felt his breath linger over your forehead as he kissed the temple,
and then dipped his eyes to look at you, searching your face momentarily.
“I won’ leave your side, promise,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and tugged slightly,
his eyes never left yours as you gave up in defeat and nodded, following him
out of the house.
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
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
“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
“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.
“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.
Are you that mean in person? - Anthony Ramos x reader
Soulmate Au where the first word you say is tattooed on them forever
Requests are - Always open feel free to leave one :)
you were walking down the street on your way to the theater you were in the show ‘Heathers’ you Played ‘Heather Chandler’ whom was one of the leads this job was amazing, this job seems like a walk in the park when you see the show… but its not.
you see everyone on set had found their soulmates except you, you had always dreamed of it but no.
“Good news cast.” your directer Yelled and clapped his hands
Everyone turned their heads towards him you were putting the finishing touches on your hair and you turned around and looked at him your back leaning on your dresser desk.
“Lin Manuel Miranda, Anthony Ramos, And Daveed Digg’s, are coming to the show tonight.” he yelled and everyone clapped but you. you were just nervous Hamilton was one of your favorite musicals ever. And Lin Manuel Miranda was your favorite person ever. In the heights was your all time favorite!
“Y/N. Snap out of it.” your friend Barrett (She Plays veronica.) she yelled and snapped her fingers in your face and you snapped out of it when you did her look of worry went back to her happy self
“Are you okay? you zoned out.” she laughed and sat down and worked on her hair
“Everyone places please.” the female voice over the speakers exclaimed
Suddenly the music for Candy store started playing you hot hyped this song was your favorite to sing the dancing was os fun. don’t get me wrong it was a workout but it got you so exited
“Are we going to have problem?” you asked in your ‘Heather’ voice “You got a bone to pick?” “You’ve come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?”
Everyone laughed and you saw Anthony’s eyes staring into your soul
“Id normally slap your face off. and everyone here could watch.” you sassed and gestured towards the audience “But i’m feeling nice, heres now advice listen up biotch.” you screamed and started shaking your hips as choreographed
“Well, Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” you screamed and crossed your arms looking over Barrett’s shoulder everyone started clapping and laughing and you could see Anthony’s smile from the front row he was laughing and slapping his knee and Lin was laughing to.
the musical carried on till it was time for the finale bow you walked out with Elle (Heather Mcnamara) and with Alice (Heather duke)
You guys bowed and then it was Ryan’s (J.D) and Barrett’s turn they and bowed and then you all grabbed hands and you guys bowed
The audience Stood up and clapped and screamed you heard a “Y/N i love you!!.” you laughed and waved to all the people who had spent a lot of money to be here
You guys walked off stage and to your dressing room so you could de Heather
when you were finished you walked towards the stage door when they opened it there was lots of screaming and lots of fans it always made you so happy to see all the fans.
you walked around giving hugs, signing stuff, taking pics, etc,
“Y/N, Y/N, Over here.” you heard a female voice say you looked around and then saw a girl around 14 with a smile on her face you smiled and walked over.
“Hey sweetie.” you spoke sweetly at the girl
“h-hi Y/N! can i get a video of you singing candy store?” she asked nervously
“of course! Elle! Alice come over here please”
They walked over smiling but confused at the same time
“This young lady wants us to sing candy store.”
“1 2, 1 2 3 4.” you said and started singing and people took out their cameras and watching
“I like looking hot buying stuff they cannot.”
“Drinking hard, maxing dads credit card.”
“Skipping gym scaring her screwing him.” you sang and pointed to some girl and then to Anthony who was watching with his arms crossed
“Killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose!”
“if you lack the balls you can go play dolls let your mommy fix you a snack.”
“Or you could come smoke pound some rum and coke in my Porsha with the quarterback.”
“Woah! woah! woah!”
“Honey whatcha waiting for? welcome to my candy store, time for you to prove your not a loser anymore. and step into my candy store.”
the song went on till the end and you hugged the girl and walked off till you heard from behind you
“Are you that mean in person? cause if so then ill leave.” the person Laughed
“Well, i can be so don’t get on my bad side.” you laughed and turned around to see Anthony Ramos
Suddenly you felt burning in your wrist and you yelped in pain and fell to your knees you held your wrist tightly – suddenly you heard a groan come from Anthony but you couldn’t see what was going on you had shut your eyes tight.
The pain finally stopped and you looked at your wrist to see the words
Are you that mean in person? cause if so then ill leave.
“W-What?” you asked yourself asked and looked at Anthony his wrist had the words
Well, i can be so don’t get on my bad side.
you guys just looked at each other in shock
“i’m Anthony.” he said and held his hand out so you could stand up.
Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!
Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader
Requests are open. xx
Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.
The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.
There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.
Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.
“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.
The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.
The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.
The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.
“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.
“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”
“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”
“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.
“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.
“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.
“Klaus.. And you are?”
“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”
Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.
“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.
“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.
I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”
“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.
Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.
Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.
After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.
Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.
Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.
“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.
“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.
“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”
She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”
I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.
The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.
I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.
I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.
A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.
“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.
“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”
“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.
“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.
“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”
I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.
“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”
Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”
I laughed with him before he changed the subject.
“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”
“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.
He smirked, “either one.”
I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.
Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.
“Come with me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.
Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.
“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.
“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.
“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”
“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”
“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.
Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.
“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.
I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.
“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”
I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.
For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.
It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’
I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.
Fifteen minutes into having to sit with Jimin and Irene you felt like ripping out every hair on your head one by one. Jimin hasn’t looked at you even once, but to make up for his loss, Irene went on and on about their relationship, purposely staring you down with every word she said. According to her Jimin was ‘the sweetest guy she’s ever met’, ‘sooo considerate’, ‘showering her with affection and gifts’ and so much more. A part of you wanted to believe that all she rambled about him were pointless lies, but the other, larger part of you believed her and it hurt you more than it should’ve.
As they finally decided to leave, you were about to pass out, Irene having killed the remaining brain cells, that were still there after a night with no sleep. The whole time, you’d stolen glances at Jimin, and you had to admit that he still looked amazing, undoubtedly remaining the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Irene had seen the times you looked at him and started grabbing onto his arm and smiling up at him to ‘mark her territory’. You really couldn’t understand why they even sat down with you guys in the first place but you guessed it was just to bother you.
After they’d exited the coffee shop, you finally felt like you could breathe again. None of your friends wanted to ask you about how you felt, because it could possibly trigger a major breakdown, which wouldn’t be good at all, so you all tried to act like the last twenty minutes didn’t happen. After they left was also when you realized Jungkook’s deathgrip around your shoulders. You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against his shoulder.
“Everything ok?”, he whispered into your ear and you just lightly nodded eventhough you both knew it wasn’t.
Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted as Sana started to speak up, her voice loud and cheerful as usual. “So I heard there’s a party at Yugyeom’s dorm tonight and since JK over there is friends with him, I thought we should go.”, she said and drank up the rest of her latte. Yoongi didn’t seem too amused at that idea and groaned, “or you can come over to mine, I still need to finish off some beats.”, he looked at Sana. Yoongi and Namjoon were underground rappers on the side and Yoongi currently worked on some new beats for them, you all knew that it was really important to him. “Aish, but it’s been so long since we’ve gone out, please Yoongs…’, she whined and shot him puppy eyes.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Actually I wasn’t planning on going tonight, but I guess I could tell Yugyeom that you guys are gonna show up.”, he uttered awkwardly, which earned a few annoyed sighs. Sana was still trying to get Yoongi to come with her and finally he seemed to give in. That’s another thing about their relationship, every other person in this universe, apart from Hoseok, wouldn’t even stand a chance on changing Yoongis mind about anything, but Sana seemed to work wonders on him.
“I’m not going either.”, you stated and Sana groaned a disappointed ‘Y/N’, but Jungkook came to your help. “We’ve made plans to hang out today since last sunday, sorry guys”, to which you just gave a convincing nod, eventhough he just told them a straight up lie.
“Since last sunday?”, you asked him with a light chuckle as you left the shop, a few feet behind the others. “I figured you could use a pizza and some company tonight, after… you know.”, he gave you a bunny smile and pushed his bangs out of his eyes.
You honestly were greatful for a friend like Jeon Jungkook, he always seemed to understand you and knew exactly what you needed when you were down.
“Thanks nochu, I really wouldn’t’ve liked going to that stupid party.”, you sighed and smiled back at him. “I know”, he said and looked around the campus, “I just don’t get it.”, he then stated an a grim tone. You just sent him a questioning look. “I don’t get why Jimin would ask Irene to be his girlfriend.”, he said and you sighed in frustration. “Can we just stop talking about it?”, you pleaded, feeling like all energy was drained from your body. “No just let me finish. He always told me and Tae that he regrets sleeping with her. He also said that he thinks she’s annoying. I’ve never told you this but he really regretted your breakup.”, his voice grew quieter as he spoke and you felt a slight pain creep up in your heart. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore. He couldn’t’ve regretted it that much because he never tried to fix anything between us and now he’s in a relationship with her so he probably doesn’t dislike her as much, does he?”, you let out a humorless laugh and bumped Jungkook slightly.
“I’m getting over him, so let’s not mention him again alright.”, and he agreed.
As the day carried on you continued to feel down, but still looking forward to your evening with Jungkook, since it’s been a while since the two of you had hung out alone.
Sana’s been on a constant high since Yoongi agreed to joining their night out and has been distracting you from finishing your essay as she hummed a random song, and that for the past thirty minutes.
“Hey I don’t want to ruin your mood but it’s kinda hard to focus on this with you singing that stupid song.”, you huffed and she looked up from some kind of mind map she’s been sketching out on a piece of paper. “Sorry Y/N…”, she uttered and paused a little before speaking up again. “You know you can talk to me about it? I know you prefer telling Jungkook but I’ll comfort you too you know? I get that you don’t wanna tell Mina because she’s gonna go full mum-mode again but my point is… I’m here if you need me.”, she sighed and looked at you pleadingly.
“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m grateful that you care, but there’s nothing to worry about, of course I’m not feeling too great about it but I’ll just suck it up and get over it, that’s what I should’ve done a long ass time ago, and now I feel ready to do exactly that.”, you said and smiled. She seemed happy with your answer and her mood was back to normal. “Ah Y/N, I’m so proud of you! That’s how your mindset should’ve been from the start… or should I say the end?”, she giggled at her own joke and then pointed to your laptop, “You better finish that before Kookie comes here and I’m gonna get dressed for the party. I’m so excited, you don’t even know how long i’ve waited to go out again and Yoongi agreed to come along and I just have a good feeling about tonight, you’ll see!”, she brabbled while leaving the room.
As the evening came around, Mina, Sana and you sat in the living room, you waiting for Jungkook and them waiting for the guys to arrive. Apparently even Namjoon agreed to come with them, neglecting his studying for the night but to be honest he could easily nail the degree at this point. Sana was once again trying to get Mina to talk to Taehyung about her obvious crush on him but she refused like all the other times you’d asked.
When the knock on the door finally came, Sana jumped up and yanked the door open. “Heyy boys!”, she cheered and as she spotted Yoongi, a high pitched squeak escaped her throat. “You look so good baby! I’m so happy!”, she jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can see that”; he muttered but his tone was affectionate. Their little moment ended as Mina pleaded for them to “move their asses and finally leave”. You waved at them and then looked up at Jungkook who was the only remaining boy outside your door. “Come in, I think I’m starving, you guys took long enough!”
He chuckled and threw his jacket over a kitchen stool. “Sorry princess but we took longer because we had to convince Tae that it’s slightly inappropriate to wear all Gucci to a house party.”, and you just had to giggle at that, invisioning an image of Taehyung with all of his Gucci jackets in your head.
“You order”, you said as you scrolled through your phone, Jungkook just nodded and searched the number of the pizza place online. When he was done you were happy that the pizza was on it’s way but also frustrated that you still had to wait about twenty minutes. “You want something to drink?”, you asked him as you walked over to your kitchen counter. “You have some rum and coke?”, he asked and you came back with a extra large bottle of coke and a full bottle of rum. “Yes sir!”
The pizza finally arrived and you basically ran to the door, quickly payed the delivery guy and skipped back to the couch, where you and Jungkook had been sitting, drinking alcohol, and happily opened the large carton. You let out a satisfied groan as the delicious smell hit your nose, quickly took out a piece and took a huge bite out of it just to groan once again. “This is so good!”, you uttered as Jungkook finally started eating as well. “Yeah I know this pizza place is the best”, he said while heavily chewing down on his piece. “Thanks for coming over Kookie, it means a lot.” He just smiled while watching the TV, “Always.”
Later that night, both of you had drunken a generous amount of rum and coke, maybe some beer too and you were feeling the emotions coming up. It didn’t help that you had ‘The Arctic Monkeys’ playing in the background. “I know how they feel.”, you slurred as you sat, leaning onto Jungkooks shoulder as he had his eyes closed. “What d'ya mean?”, he muttered and cracked on eye open. “You know, they sing about this whole crawling back to someone thing? I do that too. I’ve done that with Jimin six months straight. They’re like ‘maybe I’m to busy being yours to fall for somebody new’, but I’m not even his. Well if he asked me to be, I would. But he wouldn’t ever ask. I’m such a mess.”, you sighed and tried to swallow the lump that has built inside your throat. “You’re a perfect mess though…”, Jungkook said and pulled you into his embrace. “No, this isn’t perfect at all, it’s just a huge pile of shit. I’d probably beg for him, on my knees to just love me back already, but I’m not even sure if he’s capable of love. Anyway, you shouldn’t have to listen to this.”, you tried to calm down again. “I’m so beyond mad at Jimin for doing this to you. He’s just an asshole, I’m his friend but I’m so done with him really.”, you could feel his muscles tensing up and hugged him tightly. “You shouldn’t worry about this, it’s basically over and I’m ready to move past him.”, you concluded and he seemed somewhat satisfied with your answer.
A comfortable silence settled between you two and you just sat and enjoyed each other’s company. You tilted you head up slightly to look at him, and maybe it was the alcohol in your blood or the fact that he just looked extremely good with his hair slightly ruffled and his lips shining from when he licked off the beer he just drank, but suddenly you felt the desire to kiss him. He noticed you staring at him and looked at you with questioning eyes, but eventually started leaning down to you.
Before he met your lips and he stopped and whispered, “Do you really want to do this?”. And all you could reply was, “What if that’s exactly what I wanna do right now?”, and with that you pressed your lips to his.
“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.
We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.
“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”
My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?
“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?” Shawn answered
→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Summary: The Apocalypse is going strong and Dean finds himself stuck with an insanely difficult decision. The only option he sees that they have left is for him to say yes to Michael. Before he leaves though he decides a good idea to have one last night with Y/N before leaving her and Sammy behind.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Michael, Lucifer, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom!!), spoilers from season five, angst, fighting, Dean being a dick.
Word Count: 4,998
A/N: This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle 4K Angst challenge. I’ve never written a season five Dean before so I figure this would be fun! My prompt was 4. His words shattered her as though her as if her heart was porcelain and her love was a lie. This is told through third person point of view. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!
The world was going to end, and it felt like no matter what Sam, Dean and Y/N did there was no way to stop it. Sitting in the motel room Y/N let out a heavy sigh, running her hands over her face. God didn’t want to help them, he felt like the apocalypse was not his fault. Who could blame him thought, technically it wasn’t his fault at all. There really was no one to blame for this. Dean was in Hell, Y/N was hunting trying to forget about him, and Sam was being manipulated by Ruby. It felt more like this damn path was set out for them rather than them choosing it.
There was no way this was going to end well for any of them. People were going to die, probably one of their friends or make shift family. They’d already lost Jo and Ellen and countless other hunters. It was only a matter of time before one of them bit the dust, and they couldn’t afford that. All hands were needed on deck, they needed to but ten thousand percent effort into stopping the end of the world. But as much as they hoped and prayed they could win this fight, they were running out of options. Things were looking bleak and there wasn’t a lot they could do at this point.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,460
language, fluff, hot firemen, drinking, (one) sexual innuendo, sarcasm, advice-giving for sad situations
I got so mad that I accidentally deleted my effing chapter. All your lovely notes and comments are gone; I’m sorry. This is a repost. I’m not retagging.
Courtney Smith, the owner and designer of Rum + Coke, told Mic she started the line roughly a year ago to craft a differing perspective on beauty and how women see themselves. All designs are sold online, and sizes range from a small to a 3XL. While her sizes target a specific demographic, Smith’s models are similarly unconventional when it comes to the stereotypical department store mannequin.
This is my ultimate fantasy. I have a lot of fantasies about ocean related things with Harry, or anyone - but this, by far, is my ultimate fantasy. Enjoy ;)
Rating: M (Smut, Daddy)
The evening was hot and muggy,
the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he
wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck,
regret filling your mind about how long
it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon.
Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle
to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any
type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid
closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For
a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a
split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming
from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of
the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the
drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.
happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at
the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits
were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for
him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a
month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the
movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out
of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out
that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the
hair ties would come back.
at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted
out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with
sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle
between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on
your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on
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