saturday night dance club


Urban Coven (modern witches):

People in the neighborhood think they are a gang. They always go out together at night, using their phones as lanterns and meeting at abandoned lots to practice the craft. Have matching witchy tattoos and go dance every Saturday night at the same lgbt club. They mix potions and alcoholic drinks and for some reason have exactly what you need in their purses and pockets.

His name was 지민 - Chapter 1

His name was Jimin - Chapter 1

“The first meeting.”

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The music was bursting out of the speakers, bodies were touching and it was sweaty and hot. You had let your newly single friend drag you out to a club on a saturday night. Dancing to eardrum bursting edm music wasn’t really your thing but you friend insisted and you agree’d since you wanted to help her cheer up from her second break up … this month.

You sat down by a table as your friend ordered emotion killing drinks, also known as drinks that would be the reason to you carrying her back home. You watched all the bodies dancing against eachother to the beat and sighed. Your friend smashed the glas down on the table. “Didn’t you say you we’re going to buy two?” You asked. “I did! I drank one on the way over here!” She giggled. You rolled your eyes at her. After downing her second drink in seconds she stumbled out of her seat and dragged you with her. “Let’s dance baby!” She yelled. Fine, you thought. She dragged you into the centre of the moving bodies and the two of you began moving to the music. You were actually enjoying yourself, getting more into the dance the two of you laughed together, enjoing the moment.

The club got more and more crowded by the second. Your friend had abandonned you for a guy asking her for a dance, so you headed back to table, pushing past all the bodies. You suddenly got an elbow punch in the waist by a stranger, making you trip to the side, straight into the arms of another stranger. “Wow, easy there. How many drinks have you had?” He chuckeled. “None” you said embarrassed. He flashed a bright smile at you, helping you up on your feet. “Where’s your table I’ll help you over there.” He said, still holding onto your arms. You pointed to the direction of your table and he began pushing past the rest of the dancing bodies, dragging you behind him by the arm.

You both sat down at the table. “Are you ok?” He asked, raising his voice over the music. “I’m ok thank you.” You said still embarrassed. Did he think you were drunk? Making the awkward situation even more awkward you randomly blurted “I’m not drunk.” (Why did I say that?! Ugh!) He gave an awkward laugh, avoiding eyecontact “me neither”. Couldn’t he just leave you? The fact that he was really handsome didn’t make the situation less awkward. “My name’s Jimin.” He said. Surprised that he hadn’t left yet you looked up, meeting his eyes. (Was he blushing?) “Y/N” You said, failing to stop the shy giggle, making him giggle aswell. You looked away from eachother, looking back again at the same time and again looking away. “Uhm… Do you come here often?” He asked. “No, my friend dragged me out here.” You said. “Same here” he laughed.

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A brown haired boy stumbled over to your table. “Yaah! Jiminah! Let’s go.” He said. “No not yet!” Jimin said. The brown haired boy mumbled something unclear as a reply and began to pull on his jacket. “Yah!” “Hey y/n do you have a phone?” Jimin asked. “Yeah…” You said taking the phone out of your bag and handing it to him. He typed something at the same time as his friend was trying to drag him out of his seat. He quickly finished and handed it back to you as his friend succeded in dragging him off. “Uhm.. Bye Y/N” he chuckled. You waved laughing at the two of them as they walked away.

Looking at your phone you noticed he hadn’t called anyone. Maybe he sent a text? There were none sent, that’s odd. You double clicked the home button to see the lastest placed. Contacts? You clicked on it and it took you to a contact profile in your phone. “지민” He left his number in your phone?! Your friend starled you as she pushed your shoulder. “I don’t feel very well.” She sluddered holding a hand over her stomach. You grabbed your own and her things and left the club.

It was snowing outside.

Taking your cute summer jacket was probably not such a good idea after all… You walked your friend home and then left for your own home. You walked into the bus stop trying to shelter yourself from the snow. You shivered and rubbed your hands together. Suddenly a warm knitted scarf was placed around your shoulders from behind. “You’ll catch a cold.” A familiar voice said. Jimin. You turned around to face him, dressed in a warm winter coat in the process of taking off his gloves. “Put these on” he said, handing the gloves to you. “Thank you..” You shivered qietly. Seeing him more clear in natural light made you more nervous. He was not handsome, that was an understatement. He was drop-dead gorgeous. Eyeing him from head to toe, up and down. He had orange hair, a strong jaw, the cutest face you had ever seen and his thighs… “Are you checking me out?” Closing your mouth and looking up to meet his eyes you felt your entire face go full on tomato mode. “No..” He smiled and looked away, biting his lower lip. Was this boy even real?! You turned away from him, but caught him eyeing you up and down in the rear view of your eye. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him. “Are you checking me out?” You teased “Yes.” The answer left you in a short chock state. He chuckeled, his eyes smiling. “You have my number… I’d love if you at least sent me a text” he smiled, putting his hand in his pocket. “Ok.” You smiled, hiding your face in his scarf. “Don’t do that!” He said, pulling the scarf down from your face. “I can’t see your smile if you do that…” You looked up at him, him realising what he just did and nervously swallowing before taking a step back.

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Your bus arrived, you began to take off the gloves but he stopped you by grabbing your hands. “Keep them.” “Oh.. Thank you” you said “b-bye.” You turned around to walk out of the stop to the the bus as it arrived, but managed to slip on the ice, falling backwards… Strong arms catching you. “Text me when you’ve arrived home.” Jimin said lifting you up on your feet. “Ok.” You said hiding your face in the scarf and boarding the bus. You took a seat and sighed, letting out all of your embarassment. “Why?!” You thought, leaning against the window.

You arrived home safely but soaking wet. You took off all of your clothes and entered the shower, letting the warm water embrace you. Wrapping a towel around you, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, changing to your pyjama before sitting down on the sofa in the livingroom. You put on a episode of the drama you were currently watching. Half way through the drama your phone rang. “지민” Jimin… You picked up the phone


“Are you at home?”

“Uhm.. Yes.” “You didn’t text me..”

“Oh.. I’m sorry i forgot.”

“You made me worried y/n..”






“I’ll pick you up 2pm tomorrow..”

“Wait, what?”

“Sleep well”


Did that just happen? What… You sat on the sofa holding your phone in silence, the drama playing in background before you shyly began to giggle. “See you tomorrow Jiminah” You sent, before turning the lamp om your night stand off and shuting your eyes. Your mind and breathe relaxing into your sleep.

Saturday Night Fever AU// Closed

1977. New York. Best part about Ben’s job at the paint store, was that his boss always gave him weekends off. Every saturday night, he would go out dancing in a local club that wasn’t more than a fifteen minute drive from his home. He’d been doing this for about a year since he graduated high school, class of ‘76. 

Everyone knew Ben, he was considered the best dancer in the club scene. These days, he didn’t dance as often. He usually hung out with his friends in the club, studying any new moves that came through the door. But, it wasn’t a dance move that caught his eye that night… it was a girl.      


A Party Alive(Closed rp with that-l0st-guardian)

It was a normal Saturday evening in the Amorous night club, people dancing, having fun, cheering for the DJ as practically everyone was having a good time. That went double for a hedgehog in the middle of the whole rave. Jaleel was twirling glowsticks in the club, wearing his normal netted tank top and black slim jeans, his black combat boots sitting at the very bottom of his body as he practically led the party into a wild blast of fun.