#yes i am drun

[basketgays]

A ghost of HDB’s past possessed me to make this. To emphasize his powers - I haven’t drawn since August. There’s so much trauma in this bad boy! Yum-yum.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #young harry #probably right after Dora #he looks too young so maybe not Dora #idk #de fanart #yes i am drun #k #hence the posession #june talks de

[honeymochibubbletea]

So, basically someone sent me an ask and when i was going to respond them i accidentally deleted the ask😳😅😭

Sorryyy! But as an apology, i will write what you sent! (Whoever you are…)

They asked for a Dr. phantasmo with a party animal reader, buuuut… i’ll also write Dr. Phantasmo stuck in a children’s party! :D (why you ask? Well, it’s because i am STUCK in a children’s party. More precisely, my cousin’s party. And it’s HELL, i mean the noises and the other children, not my cousin: i love her greatly🥰 but as someone who’s autistic, being in a children’s party is a hellish nightmare😵‍💫 and i wanted to share my suffering with Phantasmo haha! >:D)

☆~Dr. Phantasmo with a party animal darling~☆:

You two have met when you were getting out of a club and you were drunk. You were staggering to one side to another until you fell against a certain mad scientist’s chest: the doctor himself, Phantasmo.

At first he was very irritated that you fell on top of his chest and you were now giggling and flirting with him. But then he soon saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of you: he would take you to his mansion and experiment on you!

And that’s pretty much what he did: he brought you over his shoulder and carried you without too much trouble.

Although… T-oby would not be very happy with his dad taking advantage of someone who’s intoxicated by alcohol and would try to convince him to take care of you until you were sober and better:

T-oby: Hi dad! How was your day? :D

Phantasmo: . . .it was very shitty but now i brought someone to run some tests on~ so let’s just say that it wasn’t a completely useless day~

T-oby: …Dad… is this person drunk?

Phantasmo: . . .

T-oby: . . .

Phantasmo: . . .

T-oby: …answer me.

Phantasmo: …They may be just a little itty bitty drun-

T-oby: Alright then, that’s all i need to know: YOU are NOT going to take advantage of this person like that.

Phantasmo: and how exactly are you going to stop me from doing so~?

T-oby: *smiles smugly* you won’t have energy for your experiments~ without me you are basically a mad scientist without experiments~

Phantasmo: ……I fucking hate you……

And so Phantasmo took care (much to his resistance and displeasure) of you: he gave you some hot soup and cookies; he forced you to drink a very disgusting medicine to make you feel better of your drunken state; he checked your temperature and did other things of what usually someone would do to take care of someone drunken.

At all times you were flirting a lot with him: you would call him handsome; big marshmallow and your “boo” (he would slap hard his face on that one, lol). Hell you were even politely trying to “steal” a kiss from him (of course, that wouldn’t happen: he would place a finger on your lips to stop you from doing something you would soon regret if you did that… of course, that didn’t stopped you from sucking his finger teasingly gfhgfhfghfgf his will was of slapping you for such insolence, but T-oby stopped him just in time hggfhfggfhgghfg)

After you have finally fallen asleep, he would admire you in your sleep:

Phantasmo: huh… even if they are a little TOO bold… they certainly are quite attractive… wonder if this will… wake them up…

And then he kissed your forehead and caressed your cheeks…

On the next morning (after you have woken up with a hangover), you worriedly looked around and wondered where you were until you saw Phantasmo floating closer towards you:

Phantasmo: gooood morning sleeping beauty~ did you sleep well~?

Y/n: …i… t-thank you for taking care of me… did i gave you any trouble…? I usually tend to be a little… bold when i’m drunk…

Phantasmo: ohoho yes, you were a headache to me… but also~ *lifts y/n’s chin with a finger* you were also really flirty with me~

Y/n: o-oh…! S-sorry about that… did i make you uncomfortable with my comments…?

Phantasmo: nah, at first i was annoyed but… then i started to enjoy it~… say: may i have your number~?

And after that you two exchanged a lot of messages and video calls. And slowly, were falling in love~ ;3

When you both started dating, you would always drag Phantasmo to the billion of parties you were always invited… and of course, Phantasmo always hated going to every single one of them…

He would soon notice that you could get easily high with the alcohol and that it was a very frequent occurrence too every time you went to a party. He was starting to grow worried about you and decided to set some boundaries to stop your alcoholic addiction:

Phantasmo: y/n… we need to talk.

Y/n: urgh, here it comes the alcohol specialist…

Phantasmo: hey, don’t act so stupid with me! I am only looking out for you! You should be grateful to have someone who cares about you! Unlike your so called frien-

Y/n: HEY, don’t you DARE shit-talk about MY friends! You don’t know what they have done to help me get through!

Phantasmo: oh yeah? Well, they surely don’t seem to give a shit about you when you go drunk mode: i’ve heard them every time you get drunk, they mock you and say horrible things about you! They also say horrible things about me and you don’t even try to defend me!

Y/n: ohoho here it comes the victim blaming! Of course they would say shit about you: you’re a VILLAIN buddy! They just don’t know you well enough! And you sure are controlling man! I am a damn adult, I do what i want; when i want and how i want!

Phantasmo: *visibly pissed* ohohoho! So is that how it is?! Fine! If you think you’re SOOOO mature and that i am a pain in your ass, you can leave my home and never EVER come back! T-oby, show this imbecile the door!

And so, you two haven’t seen each other for months… you were really starting to miss him and regret all the horrible things you’ve said to him… and you were starting to realize how fake are your so called “friends”

You were slowly losing one by one until you had no one anymore: either because you were starting to become poor or because they just were growing bored of you…

You desperately trying to drown your sorrows with alcohol, you weren’t going to parties anymore… after all, you didn’t have friends to invite you… you started to sob and cry over the counter of a pub until a certain ghost patted your back:

Phantasmo: looks like you have became the very thing you said you weren’t: a secluded person…

Y/n: *sniffing* why didn’t you responded my messages! I was missing you! I regretted what i have said!

Phantasmo: because i asked T-oby to block you… i wanted to see how “well” you would be without me.

Y/n: then how did you find me…? And how did you know that i was at the bottom of the pit?

Phantasmo: your so called “friends” posted about how much of a loser you are and how stupid you were trusting them with your money… say: do you have anywhere to go now?

Y/n: *starts sniffing and sobbing* n-no… i am completely poor man… and my parents have expelled me from home… they called me many horrible things… i… i’m stupid… i’m an idiot… i’m useless…

Phantasmo: …alright, alright… let’s stop this self pitying and sulking… let’s go, i have forgave you.

You hugged Phantasmo really hard and apologized many times… he basically took you under his wings and now you felt even worse about everything that happened between you two…

It sure took a lot of time to heal: both your relationship with him and your alcoholism… but eventually, you two fell in love again!

Phantasmo discovered the reason why you had alcoholism in the first place: basically your life was a living nightmare when you were outside of the parties… your parents hated you; you were failing college because of your bad influences of “friends” and the cherry on top: your family had a history of alcoholic addiction… of course, none of that justified what you said to the scientist… but… it sure explained a lot…

T-oby and Viola were still a little angry at you because of what you said to their father… with time T-ob forgave you but Viola? She definitely rubs in your face every time you and Phantasmo have a fight. Not that you two fight that frequently anymore but…

After you have sworn that you would never drink anything alcoholic again, Phantasmo allowed you to go to parties again… now responsibly: it wasn’t a unhealthy coping mechanism anymore, you could really have true fun.

Phantasmo… he would accompany you because one: he’s jealous as fuck and two: he fears someone could drug you and take you away from him… but he STILL hates parties… (my guy is the type of ghost that prefers to stay at home, you know?)

Now here’s some headcanons about Phantasmo stuck in a children’s party, because i said so muahahaha! >:3

He would be only stuck in a children’s party because of one reason: he’s at the birthday of Cortney’s baby brother

And why would he be there if he hates being in parties? Very well, i shall give you the answer: he’s trying to earn Cortney’s trust so that way he can extract Charlie’s weakness out of her

But oh boy, he sure is regretting his life choices: to the infernal children’s loudly, obnoxiously and annoyingly screaming and crying and chewing food and laughing and- to the fact that he wasn’t feeling very welcomed there. All the parents were looking at him with suspicion and judgment and always warned their kids to not get too close to the “creepy old ghost man”.

Until he was starting to have a panic attack in the middle of the “happy birthday to you”: he was breathing rapidly and steadily and no one was giving a fuck about him… except Charlie, who noticed and quickly tried to take him out of the crowd:

Charlie: hey there buddy… you… surely don’t look so good… you want me to-

Phantasmo: *almost on the verge of tears* y-yes please… take me anywhere but this hellish nightmare!

After Charlie and Phantasmo were out of the building where the party was happening:

Charlie: so? How are you feeling now? Do you need anything?

Phantasmo: ……Why are you caring about me…?

Charlie: uh because you were having a full panic attack over there? Duh. You were scaring the children.

Phantasmo: oh? So i was being a nuisance to you all? Is that it? Was my panic attack a nuisance to you?!

Charlie: hey, hey, hey! Easy there! That’s not what i meant! The children were scared because they thought you were feeling ill! Cortney was probably the most worried about you! Jesus… you really take everything to the extreme and personal level, huh?

Phantasmo: …oh, I’m soooorry okay? I’m not used to people worrying about me!

Charlie: *sighs* alright then, i’ll head back there and-

Phantasmo: No! Please! Can’t you… stay with me for a while longer…?

And so, Charlie stayed with Phantasmo: these two would lay on each other’s shoulders and fall asleep after chitchatting with each other with a beautiful sunset warming them🥰🥹

Phantasmo isn’t the type of guy who likes parties, especially with children… he hates children… (except his own)

He probably has social anxiety and phobia but will never admit it

Every time Charlie notices that Phantasmo is having a panic attack, she brings him to a more calmer and secluded place. Without too much noise and people.

But if he’s all by himself in a party, he calls Charlie and asks her if he can stay at her place…

He feels drained out whenever he’s in a party… he hates interacting with people… unless if he’s asking them questions…

#dr. phantasmo #charlie #telltown #fluffpillow #jencilthepencil #ocs #others ocs #writers #writing #writers on tumblr #hero x villain #villain x hero #tw: alcholism #fluff headcanons #dr. phantasmo x reader

[marymusexoxo]

"A Test of Loyalty" - Part 1 🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

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"What will we do with a drunken sailor... what will we do with a drun ken sailor..." 🎶

The door opens, followed by hushed voices.

"Aye, I've got him. Give me an hour."

The door closes. Footsteps. A shadow looms closer.

"...what shall we do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning~" 🎶

A creak.. a pause. A chuckle.

You jolt awake as a bucket of cold water washes over you. Gasping for air & feeling like a fish out of water, you cry out, "FUCK!"

You hear more laughter. You try to rub your eyes but realize that your arms are tied behind you.

... Fuck. You look around, taking in your surroundings. There's a fire burning in the corner, a bed, a small table with a few glasses and chairs, and one small window in a small, dark room.

Mary stands before you, smirking. "Up late last night- were we, sailor?" she teases, already knowing the answer.

"Word is..." she crosses the room, swinging playfully around the pillar in the center of the floor, "... you were blabbering God knows what to the folk in town about our little trip to the northern isles..."

"I swear, I didn-" you stammer. You inwardly curse your stars.

"Save it." she interrupts, waving her hand. "This isn't an interrogation." she drags a chair behind her as she makes her way across the room.

"It's your punishment."

You gulp, eyeing the various weapons hung on the first mate's belt. Your eyes scan the room for other various vehicles of your demise... Taking a wide stance, she sits before you and begins unlacing her boots. You blink and shake your head.

"Listen- I barely even talked! Just had my eye on the baker's daughter, that's all, I swear. Told some big stories, tried to impress her- but I didn't even mention pirates, honest!" you blurt out, hoping your words are true- but struggling to remember past the haze of the baker's mead from the night before.

Mary raises her eyebrow at your desperation, "Yes, I'm aware. And you know who's daughter that was?" she smirks, but you see a fire burn behind those piercing green eyes of hers. "Not the baker's, you tw at," she removes her coat, tossing it on the table. "It was the damn Governor's daughter, you idiot!"

You exhale sharply, praying to God that you didn't expose your entire crew to danger. "I-I didn't know- she said-"

"And you believed her?" Mary laughs, standing again, "I wish I'd gotten a better look at her," she takes a swig of her goblet at the table, "Must have had tits of an angel to get your guard down so easy."

You squirm uncomfortably, feeling your arms begin to lose circulation. "Ma'am, please- I'll do anything. I'd never make fools of our crew, I'd lay my life down for the Devil's Companion!" you exclaim.

Mary stands facing away from you as she unhooks her belt from her hip, laying her weapons out on the table, "Keep going sailor, I like it when you beg," she looks back and winks at you, and your trousers begin to feel tight.

"Ma'am-" you begin, voice raspy with thirst, aching after your long night. You hear the clink of glass and moments later, she returns to your chair, holding a glass to your lips.

"Drink, sailor." she says quietly. "And call me Captain."

You sputter as she pours the water into your mouth, "B-but you're not-" she yanks the glass from your lips, and grasps your hair roughly, pulling your head back to whisper in your ear...

"I am your life line here, Sailor-" she straddles your chair with her legs, her breasts hanging in line with your mouth. "And you should be grateful the captain let me handle your punishment." she suddenly grabs your crotch firmly, and the breath leaves your lungs. "I get an hour to do with you as I please."

She pulls back, crossing the room once again. "And I've decided..." she twists around the beam once more, "You need a little reminder about where your loyalty lies."

You gulp, feeling guilty, nervous & excited all at once. "It's with you & the crew, Ma'-Captain."

Mary smiles as she straddles your chair again, looking down at you lovingly. "That's right..." she says sweetly, stroking the hair on your head lightly, drawing her finger down the side of your face, under your chin. She leans down, nearly touching your lips with her own, "And that's why you get to sit and watch me, right in that chair. And if you're a good boy, I'll untie you."

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Hope you enjoyed the first part of this little pirate story! Check my bio to see how you can read the rest~ xoxo, Mary

#fiction #writing #short story #chapter 1 #chapter one #pirates #pirate story #pirate smut #smut #lemon #marysuexoxo #preview #a test of loyalty

[dearshelby]

Tipsy confessions | T.S.

Summary: Tommy's wife gives him a taste of his own medicine by arriving home late and drunk.

Warning: Fluff, reader is drunk and english is not my first language.

A/N: Get some fluff before this week's episode and my next wip because I swear I'm struggling to write cute things for these days.

Tommy's wife always gives him advice on how to deal with anxiety. 

"Take deep, slow breaths." 

"Try to focus on one thing and one thing only." 

"Count to ten."

"Drink less." 

In the course of their marriage, Tommy had followed all of them, even if just for a short amount of time, but tonight he felt the need of doing the one he considered most silly. 

"Take a warm bath." 

He did, he drowned his scarred body in the tub until the water went cold. And she still wasn't home. Tommy had called Ada, Linda, Polly, Lizzie, Esme, Johnny Dogs and his mother in law, no one had seen her, not a single soul. 

"She said she'd go out for a ride, Mr. Shelby." Frances tried to appease him, on the outside he agreed, in the inside he wondered how hard it must be for her to take a fucking phone and tell him she'll be getting late. 

His mind already ran through all possibilities of what could have happened to her, histories involving Alfie, Sabini, the IRA, the Russians, everyone. It's too many people, too many possibilities, and that's making him crazy. 

While getting dressed, Tommy peaked at the clock on the bedroom's wall, five minutes to one in the morning, if she's not here until one and ten, he'd take his car and search for her. 

The sound of heels coming upstairs tells him the search won't be necessary. Y/n enters the room stupidly smiling at the view of her shirtless husband. "Hello, handsome." 

"Where the fuck have you been?" Tommy walks to her and holds her wrists to demand her attention, from this close he can smell alcohol in her breath. 

"Out." she drawles, her tipsy mind can't process much, especially when Tommy looks so stunning and so close to her. In no time, she tries to attach their lips, but Tommy denies her. 

"Tell me where you were until fucking one in the morning." 

"Tommy-" she let out a long whine, "don't be mean to me, I'm drunk!" throwing herself at him, she wraps her arms around his neck and hides her nose in his neck. 

Tommy sighs in frustration, he knows better than scolding a drunk y/n. Squeezing her soft body against his, he's relieved she's finally home. 

"Did you worry about me?" 

"I did." 

"Oh, you're so cute, the cutest boy," she kisses his cheek, "and you smell good, and you're warm and comfortable-" 

"Alright, love. Let's tuck in bed, right?" 

"And you take care of me-" she keeps talking while Tommy takes her dress off. 

Sitting her on bed, while taking off her shoes and stockings, this time Tommy asks with a gente voice. "What did you do today?" 

"Not much, I took the cat to the veterinary because she's been throwing up, then I came back and took a nap. I baked biscuits, no, I think, actually I burnt them, then I went home." 

"Home?" 

"Small Heath is a shithole and it ruined my white heels." 

"I'll get you new ones, yeah?" 

"Hmmm," she giggles, "that's why I tell Ada, you're the best husband I ever had, the best of all of them." 

"The best and only." 

"Yeah, you're the only one for me." 

"What did you go to do in there?" 

"I wanted to compare this house," she dramatically points to the floor, "to that one, and let me tell you, this one is so much better." 

"Of that I have no doubt." 

"And you got this house for us, I'm glad we live here now." 

"So am I." Tommy takes her nightwear from the hanger in the corner of the room and y/n lifts her arms for him to dress her up. "But did you have to drink so much to do this comparison?" 

"I went to the Garrison and things got…" 

"Out of hand?" 

"Yeah, I was bored and you weren't there to entertain me." 

"I was working." 

"You work too much." 

"Yes, I do." 

"I'm proud of you," the sudden confession makes Tommy raise his eyebrows, "I think I wanted to tell you this before getting drunk, you- you got us this house and the Garrison and you gave me a Bentley on my birthday, you take care of me, I'm grateful to you." 

Without a clue of what to say, Tommy kisses her forehead. "Lay down, I'll get you a blanket." 

"Tommy?" 

"Yeah?" 

"I think I want to throw up." 

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic

[justyoursimpleflower]

Gorgeous

Pairing- James Potter x werewolf!Lupin!female!reader. (That's a mouthful)

Summary:- reader has a tiny bit of crush on school's golden boy and she finds him very gorgeous but she can't say anything to his face.

Word count:- 4.3k (damn)

Warning:- mentions of scars, alcohol, insecurities. (I think this is but inform me if any other) also lets pretend James has ocean blue eyes.

A/N:- so here it is the one shot promised based on the song Gorgeous, I wanted to make something silly kind of but it turned out different than that but alright. It is based on the song called gorgeous by Taylor Swift but I changed something. If you find any errors please inform me. Enjoy read! And thanks to @ultarviolence for actually suggesting to with whom the oneshot be. Credits for the pictures goes to their rightful owners, I only own the collage. Tiny bit of wolfstar too. Also a reblog will be helpful.👉👈

Masterlist

Petrichor. The earthy smell filled your heightened senses as you felt him coming near you. As much as it intimidated you, it was bliss, somehow it relaxed you. But maybe even in that bliss you were aware how he affected you. Your back still towards him you started walking away from him, everyone was congratulating him on quidditch pitch after his marvellous performance against Slytherin, and here you were walking away from him.

You told Remus that you rather snuggle in your blankets and relax before the full moon but he was stubborn, just like you, and dragged you to quidditch pitch. It was even alright till you had to sit in the rain and watch the match but it all blew up when he saw you sitting in the stands, still on his broom he caught your eye and winked at you, causing a rush a shiver to run down your spine and feel the gross butterflies (it's not like you were looking for him all around the pitch). Alright maybe you were. But that doesn't mean it meant something.

Actually it meant everything. He was gorgeous, more than beautiful. He was breathtaking.

You almost were out of the pitch when a hand wrapped around your scarred one and you internally groaned. Turning around and coming face to face with your worst fear.

He looked at you with those freaking ocean blue eyes. Inhaling deep breath, you stared back at him, directly in his eyes.

You didn't know if he was intimidated by your glare or just trying not to laugh at your cowardice, when his throat bobbed when he gulped.

He released a airy laugh and said,

"Won't you congratulate me for my amazing performance?" He tilted his head, acting innocent. And honestly, he was looking adorable.

Shut up.

'All I want to say is that you are gorgeous.'

"Your ego is big enough without me inflating it." Your words betraying your thoughts. It did nothing to him but made him smirk a little more.

You rolled your eyes and turned around and started walking away.

"At least come to the party!" His voice bounced and reached you.

Merlin, why he is so gorgeous.

You internally groaned as you felt Lily shaking your shoulders.

"Female Lupin, if you don't get up right now, I am going to get male Lupin and make you have a good conversation with him."

"But Lils!" You whined. You had no intention in going to that ruddy party, where James bloody Potter would be.

She sighed and sat down next to a lying figure on the bed. She started running her hands in your hair, humming softly.

You looked at her. Actually looked at her. What was there not to like? She was perfect in studies, had the most magical eyes, the softest hair and kindest heart. On the other hand you were nothing like her.

You were a monster.

Each full moon, you hunted for lives, each full moon, you became a monster.

But no one knew that, except a handful of people. And unluckily, he too knew that. What phased you more was that he was ready to take a risk upon his life by being with you and your brother in those dark nights where you both lose yourselves to your inner monsters.

You always felt comfort in thinking that it was all for Remus, you just got to be a part of it due to you having no other place than the Shack. Who knows that if it hadn't been because of your condition, he would have noticed that you existed?

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you heard a loud bang on the door. Lily looked at you in confusion but gave you a look when found you doing the same to her. She got up and opened the door and found Marlene smiling giddily at both of you.

"What are you two doing here?" She exclaimed.

"The party has started!" She exclaimed and now did you notice that her words were slurred.

At least there is alcohol.

"Marlene...the party just started and you are drunk." Lily said with sigh, disappointment evident on her face.

Marlene just grinned, flipped her hair and started descending the stairs whilst saying something along the line,

"It's just the starter."

Lily turned towards you and opened her mouth to say something but we're stopped by the sudden thumping sound that came from the stairs. You got up quickly from your bed and looked downwards with Lily on your side.

On the stairs, Marlene was laying face on the top most stairs, her hair sprawled on the floor just outside your dormitory.

A gasp left Lily's lips and she crouched down to look at your friend, while you were trying your best to stop the laugh that was about to leave your lips. You too crouched down to her level but before you could say anything Marlene suddenly jumped and sat with her legs crossed, facing you both.

Lily gasped and your eyes went wide with shock but when you both looked at Marlene, she was just giving you both a cheeky smile.

"Merlin, women! Thought you were possessed for a moment!" You exclaimed with a hand on your chest.

You got no reaction from her, instead she just stood up and pulled you both too in a standing position.

"I forgot that I was bribed to drag both of your arses downstairs."

You squint your eyes and raising a brow you said,

"Who bribed you?"

Her face light up and smiling widely, she threw her hands in the air and exclaimed,

"Pames Jotter!"

Lily smacked her hand on her forehead, you winced just thinking how painful it would have been, assuming by the sound.

You heard Marlene's giggles and turned towards her.

"Get it? Pames Jotter is James Potter!" She giggled harder and smiled widely.

You visibly shivered at the name. You eyed the blonde in front of you and started thinking of all the things that you could use to convince her and let you go.

You slowly approached the opportunity,

"Marlene..."

Marlene who had broken into a dance, swaying Lily with her stopped abruptly and looked at you. All humor was wiped away from her face.

You sighed then looked at her,

"You are not drunk, are you?"

She turned towards you and smiled sheepishly,

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You are forgetting that I am the twin of Remus Lupin. We notice small things."

Marlene sighed and looked to be contemplating something before breaking the facade.

"Yeah, alright, I was acting." Lily hit her arm as soon as the words left her mouth and Marlene grumbled about how she was kind of pissed off by the Lupin siblings in a not so respectful way.

"Why?" You whined to Marlene.

She rolled her eyes and said,

"Because I know that you were not going to come unless practically dragged down.

"So?"

"So? So? Just because you have a crush on the school's golden boy doesn't mean that you should rot in the dorm when everyone else is having a swing."

You felt flustered about how obvious were your feelings for him, you opened your mouth to retort but you couldn't find a better reason. Afterall, it was the reason you refused to be down at the party. You sighed and tried to ignore your friends' pitying faces.

"Okay, let's do this, we go to the party, have the time of your life, whilst we find something that you don't have to interact with him."

"And how we do this?" You raised an eyebrow, seriously questioning your friend's mind,

"I mean, how are we going to do this? He was the one who organised the party."

Marlene let a smirk form on her face and said,

"Technically, the party was organised because of him, not by him."

"Yeah, and that helps a lot." Lily rolled her eyes.

"You don't get it Lils! We are going to be so drunk and stay as far as possible from him."

You clapped your hands and said,

"Yes! We will get drunk and stay in our dorms! Go Marls, bring some drinks!"

Marlene rolled her eyes and took a threatening step towards you.

"Okay, enough, now you are going to get ready or I am dragging you just like this."

You opened your mouth to say something but,

"Nope! No, no more whining!" She cut you off.

She then clapped her hands and said,

"Alright, both of you get ready, I'll see you downstairs!"

She smiled and kissed your cheek before descending down the stairs.

You looked at Lily and sighed. When you saw her smirking you gave her a dry look and finally accepted your faith.

"Alright, girl, slow down." Remus said from your side, where he had been standing and rubbing your back for the past fifteen minutes.

After you came to the party, you were convinced that Lily and Marlene were not going to leave your side. But who were you kidding? They left you ten minutes in the party, saying that you need to live up and actually let James have his way with you.

You almost scoffed at the thought. James wanted nothing but to tease you by just assuming you fancied him. Only if he knew how true that was.

You were about to take a sip from your cup when it was snatched away from your hand,

"Hey!" You hit Remus on his arm for it but he did nothing other than shrug.

"You almost had enough to last you a lifetime."

When he saw your sour expression he sighed,

"Listen, I don't have any problem with how much you drink. If I am being honest, I love it when you get drunk, you spill all your secrets but I don't want you to grumble when you have the baddest hangover."

You gave him an odd look with your arms folded over your chest, you said,

"I don't tell any secrets when I'm drunk."

"Oh you so do."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Tell me about one."

"You got the biggest crush on James."

You opened your mouth to counter his remark but your words died in your throat. Swallowing hard you whispered,

"I didn't…"

A smirk formed on his lips,

"You did."

You held your head in your hands and propped your elbows on the drink table near. You wanted to have the time of your life and here you were, finding out that you told your brother about your crush on his friend.

"You don't have any problem with it?" You mumbled with your head still in your hands.

Remus saw your sour expression and pulled your arm lightly and said,

"Hey, don't be sad now."

"Yeah, my brother found out that I have a crush on one of his best mates is not concerning."

"If it makes you feel better, I think he likes you too."

You gave him a dry look and took one more cup and gulped it in a single sip. The liquid burned your throat but atleast it was good enough to lighten the pressure on your head.

"Have you heard the way he talks?" You asked Remus who raised an eyebrow, clearly finding amusement in your condition. You gave him an annoyed look and continued,

"He talks like he knows all about everything. 'At Least come to the party', bloody buffoon. He–he knew that I would react this way and still! His voice is like the clawing of nails on iron. It gives me headache!" You looked at Remus who still had an annoying smile on his face,

"Why are you smiling?" You asked him annoyed.

"Why don't you say this to his face? Maybe he will go away" He suggested and you thought about this, maybe he was right. You found him looking behind you, you followed his eyesight and you frown deepened. Another glass down.

In front of you was James Potter goofing around with his best mate Sirius Black when other people were gawking at their sights.

"Doesn't he feel scared about how much people are attracted to him?" You mumbled to yourself but Remus heard you anyway and chuckled. You turned and glared at him.

"Honestly, why don't you just say all this to him? You know, it would be better." He said.

"You wait Remus Lupin till I find out about the person you like, then we will see." You turned towards the table again only to find the person you were not so subtly judging only to find him gone from there. Frowning, you raise your cup back to your lips and empty its contents in your throat. A shiver ran down your spine as the liquid burned your insides. You were starting to feel the outputs of the alcohol inside your system, your head started feeling dizzy and it felt really light. You turned around to find Remus surrounded by the Marauders this time and one of them was looking at you, he was looking at you.

Sirius draped his arm around your shoulder, breaking you out of the trance. You stumbled a bit as the alcohol in your system started taking a toll on you.

"Where's your boyfriend Y/N?" He asked you in mock concern.

You rolled your eyes but it did nothing other than increase the slowly growing headache you had.

A chuckle passed James's lips making you look at him, and unfortunately (or fortunately) he looked at you at the same time. You quickly diverted your eyes and shoved Sirius's arm from around you.

"Very funny, Black."

He grinned at you whereas you were slowly getting more and more dizzy.

"He still looks so scared whenever he looks at James."

You tried to hide your smile but it slipped anyway. Maybe you didn't know but your smile made James grin.

"Wait, why is he scared of James?" Remus asked suddenly. Your eyes widened at his words.

Oh shoot he didn't know.

It seemed like they too realised their mistake. They started stumbling over their words and you knew it was all on you.

"Where is Peter?" You asked, trying your best to change the topic.

Remus gave you a curious look but didn't question further.

"Er—Remus, come dance with me, won't you?" Sirius offered his arm to Remus, his nervous expression fading into a wide smirk. His words caused a blush to tint on Remus' cheeks and a small smile to form on his lips.

"Sure." And with that, they both left your drunk self with a very sober looking James Potter.

"Um–I think Marlene was calling me, I am going." You were about to walk away before he caught you by arm and pulled you back. You stumbled a bit, clearly due to intoxicating alcohol, or was it because of him.

"You never spend time with me." He pouted looking at you with those ocean blue eyes.

You were in such a daze that you didn't even react to his words. One reason was that now you were completely intoxicated and the other was that it was him.

"Well...you should take it as a compliment that I talk to everyone but you."

He was about to reply when suddenly darkness spread across the room. Shouts and protests rang out in the room, all increasing your headache.

Your hands frantically searched for something to hold on, when a bigger hand enveloped yours in it. It took time but your eyes adjusted in the darkness and you could lightly make out the face of the person holding your hand. Suddenly all the voices seemed to dim, suddenly the darkness was enough for you, suddenly you felt calm. Your stomach was churning but you were damn sure it wasn't the firewhisky.

You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room.

He pulled you closer to him by his grip on your hand. He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder and instinctively your head leaned on his shoulder.

You felt his breath hitch but you chose not to say anything.

"Someone was informed that McGonagall was on round, the candles will be lit again soon." He almost whispered to you. And just then the candles were lit again.

James expected you to draw away from him as soon as the candles were lit again but you didn't move from your position. Still wrapped around his side.

And he was definitely not complaining.

"James...dance with me?" You asked, lifting your head from his shoulder. You looked so innocent and adorable that he couldn't deny your face.

Or because of the fact that he was never in a lifetime going to lose this opportunity.

"Okay."

And just like that you both started to sway along the rhythm, so lost in your world that no one else existed for you two.

"You know what, you always scared me." He admitted, making you giggle.

"Why?" You asked, your head on his chest as he guided you both in a swaying way.

"First, you are Remus's sister, second, you are damn good with your tongue." It took him a while to understand what he said but till you were in a giggling fit. You were laughing so hard that you had to hold him so you wouldn't fall.

"Wait—wait, I didn't mean it like that!" He exclaimed, his hand wrapped around yours which was holding his shoulder. But you couldn't stop laughing, and that resulted in you missing the smile on his face.

When you finally stopped, you looked up to find him waving to someone. Following his gaze, you found a beautiful brunette from Ravenclaw giggling and waving at him.

Something inside you bubbled, whether it was the alcohol in your system or you were actually being brave that time, you nudged his arm and made him look at you.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

His eyes widened at your words, he whipped his head between you and that girl before shaking it violently.

"Merlin, no! She's actually the daughter of one of Mum's friends."

"Oh."

James looked at you and the way your shoulders visibly relaxed at words and your head went between his shoulder and neck, resting there.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm single."

You again, moved your head from his shoulder and this time he found an adorable pout on your lips.

"It doesn't." You said. He raised an eyebrow and said,

"It doesn't?" And you shook your head.

"It's worse actually, because you are so gorgeous that it hurts."

Your eyes fixed at his face, and even intoxicated, you were able to appreciate his beauty. He was gorgeous in every way, he was a good person, he had an aura around him that made everyone around him happy, one of the reasons you hated him, he was beautiful. He was gorgeous. And his eyes, his eyes were enough to make you feel like, sinking, drowning, dying.

"Don't I make you feel happy?"

"You make me feel so happy that it turns back to sadness," your bottom lip jutting out.

"There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have, and you why? Because all my life, I lost so many things that I don't want to hope for what I can't have. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel like this."

James moved his hand and rested it on your cheek, making you look at him, he chuckled.

"It's not funny." You said, removing his hand from your cheek. Again resting on your head on his shoulder.

James kept swaying you both, still processing everything that had happened in such a less amount of time. He was slowly feeling you relax around him, the whole night taking a toll on you.

"Hey, honey, you can't sleep like that." He said lowly to you. When you didn't budge, he nudged your head from his shoulder,

"Don't sleep like that." He said, making a frown take over your lips.

"I'm not asleep, my mind is alive." You grumbled in a sleepy voice. You felt his shoulder shake from the soft laugh escaping his lips, making you look up at him.

James could see the exhaustion and sleep in your eyes and decided that it was about time, you both called it a night.

"Alright, I think it's time you leave."

A frown formed on your lips, removing any traces of the sleepy face that you had. A dramatic sigh left your lips, you said,

"Guess, I have to stumble home to my cats. Alone."

"Y/N, you don't have any cat, and you just need to go to your dorm." James said, too used to these kinds of antics, all because of a certain Gryffindor.

You pouted, moving yourself to hug him and resting your head again on his shoulder.

"But, Remus always takes me with him, whenever I'm drunk."

"Yeah, but I'm not Remus, and he might actually murder me for doing so."

You looked up at him, trying your best to do puppy-dog eyes. Your idea seemed to work as he sighed in defeat.

"Alright, but if Remus kills me in the morning, it will be your fault."

It took time but you both finally reached the Marauders dorm, and there was only one person there. Peter, and he too was sleeping.

James took you and made you sit on one of the beds in the corner. He was still standing over you, looking quite flustered. You ran a hand on the messy bed sheet and looked up at him again to find him filling a glass with water.

"Is this Remus's bed?" You asked.

"Yeah." He said before handing you the glass of water, which you quickly downed and handed him the glass back.

James crouched in front of you and started removing your footwears. You ran a hand through his dark curls and giggled when they got messier than before.

When he was done, he looked up at you, still sitting in the same position, he asked,

"You can sleep here now, Remus will manage, or at least Sirius would be happy to share his bed."

You pouted again at his words, making him frown a bit.

"What happened now?"

"You won't kiss me?" Your question took him by surprise. He didn't expect you to say that.

"What do you mean?"

You tilted your head at side and said,

"You don't like me?" Your voice was small, making him feel bad.

"Is it because of my scars?" Your eyes were slowly filling with tears making James panic. He jumped up and sat beside you, and quickly took your face between his hands. You were slowly sniffing till then, making his heart hurt.

"No darling, why would you think that?"

"My previous boyfriend left me because of that, didn't he?"

James pursued his lips at the thought of your previous boyfriend, remembering how heartbroken you looked that day.

"It's not because of that, love. It's because you are drunk." You scrunched your nose at his words and said,

"Did you just quote those stupid clichè books?"

He raised an eyebrow and said,

"I do remember you loving those cliche books."

"But, I want you to kiss me now." You said while your lower lip jutting out.

"How about, I kiss you in the morning?" He said with a hopeful look on his face.

You whined at his words,

"But James, I am sober enough to remember this."

He sighed in defeat knowing how bad it can get. After a while he said,

"Okay, so I will give you a peck on your forehead right now, then in the morning, I will actually kiss you?" That seemed to work and you quickly agreed. So that night James kissed your forehead and made you fall asleep. And still in your sleepy form, you actually told him how you felt for him,

"You are so gorgeous James."

Bonus:-

When you woke up the next day, you found yourself reliving all those things you did the night before and it certainly didn't help with your headache. You got up from the bed, trying your best to escape before things could get more awkward.

You almost reached the door when someone said your name,

"Y/N?"

You cringed, totally aware of the person to whom the voice belonged.

You turned around and came face to face with your worst fear. You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off,

"Don't worry, everyone is downstairs. You were sleeping, so I thought it would be better to leave you. I didn't want you to commit an arson as soon as you woke, I have seen the way Moony gets if you wake him up early."

Suddenly there was an awkward silence settled between you two as there was nothing else to say. You clutched your head to stop the throbbing pain in your head.

James noticed this and made you sit on his bed. When you did, he took the spot beside you and handed you a vial. You looked at him confused, the he explained,

"Hangover potion, er—we kind of need it really often." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. You tried to stop the smile forming on your face and drank the potion.

"Y/N?" He asked, his voice soft, full of warmth. You hummed, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Did you mean everything you said last night?"

You turned to face him, only then realising how close you two were. You started feeling lost again in his eyes, so you just hummed.

"Even about the kiss?" He whispered.

"Even about the kiss." And just like that his lips were on yours, moving gently and slowly, afraid that this moment might get lost if used in heat.

Your lips parted after what felt like an eternity, but even that didn't seem enough. He rested his forehead on yours then he said,

"You are so gorgeous, my love."

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Bird Is the Word

Synopsis: A series of drunk texts leads to one of the best and worst things that has ever happened to you. Or, Han Jisung is never going to let you forget the time you forgot the word ‘bird.’ College AU. Not a text fic but does include some texts.

Warning: alcohol, a lot of bird puns

Word Count: 8.1k

Pairing: fem!reader x Han Jisung

2:23 AM [Me]: sOS SOS SOS SOSOSOS 2:23 AM [Me]: I NEED HELPPPP 2:23 AM [Jisung Bio]: You okay?? 2:23 AM [Me]: YOU SMART HELPPPPP

2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Do you want me to call the police?? 2:24 AM [Me]: WHAT ARE THE FLUFFY ANIMALS THAT GO FLAP CALLED 2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Is this a code word? 2:24 AM [Me]: THEY GO FLAP AND EAT SEEDS 2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Do you mean birds? 2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Are you drunk?

2:25 AM [Me]: [blurry_photo_of_your_window.jpg] 2:25 AM [Me]: HERE LOOK 2:25 AM [Me]: YES BIRDS 2:25 AM [Me]: THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH 2:25 AM [Me]: LOVE YOUUUUU

In your defense, you were drunk. And when you are drunk, your critical thinking skills disappear and are replaced by pure, uninhibited stupidity. It’s like some twisted Jekyll and Hyde situation, but only when you drink, you transform into this other version of yourself instead of suppressing it.

You mostly remember the things you have done and said while under the influence. The most embarrassing ones tend to be fuzzy. If it weren’t for the grainy phone video taken by Seungmin and your own voice cheerfully declaring that you had an idea, you wouldn’t have realized that you were the idiot who tried to make a chalk mural at the four-way intersection in the middle of the night. You didn’t even have chalk, but that didn’t stop you from drawing on the asphalt with a broken pen you found on the sidewalk.

Good thing Seungmin had the foresight to drag you back to the crosswalk before a car could come speeding by.

However, that legendary act of idiocy doesn’t even compare to this new one. Forget the fact that you could have died.

Your biology class just went over survival of the fittest using Darwin’s finches as an example. How in the world did you forget about the word ‘bird?’ Why did you think it was a good idea to ask the cute guy in your bio study group about “THE FLUFFY ANIMALS THAT GO FLAP?” And why, why, why did you insist on telling him that you loved him? The ‘THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH’ was already enough.

Jisung is never going to let you live this down.

It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s not like you spent the entire Sunday morning knocking back glasses of water and wishing it was vodka instead. It’s not like you drafted about five different apology messages and deleted them all. It’s not like you have to see him in class tomorrow.

Really, you’re fine.

You go out of your way to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, which probably means you are very conspicuous. Do normal people not wear hoodies and sweatpants to class now, or are you just overthinking everything? The two people in the row in front of you are wearing jeans, and the girl heading down your row has a polka-dotted dress on. A secondary glance at the girl tells you that it’s another member of your study group. Speaking of the study group, maybe you should find another one. Preferably one without Jisung in it.

“Morning,” Lia says as she takes the seat beside you. She sets down her purple water bottle on the floor with a light clink. “How was your weekend?”

Terrible, but you say, “It was fine. I finished up the readings and did some notes. How about you?”

“Those readings took me forever!” she groans. “I was trying to finish everything on Saturday, so I could go out on Sunday. Which I did manage to do, so it all worked out. I got a new dress!” She plucks at the bodice of her dress, and you finally take a closer look at the pattern.

They’re not polka dots. They’re freaking birds — swoopy doves with outstretched wings. Or at least you think they’re doves. Your lack of bird knowledge speaks for itself.

“It’s pretty,” you hollowly say. The universe seems determined to remind you of your texts. Lia’s face falters, and you realize your disdain came across as you lying. “No, it’s not like that! Just… bad experiences with birds. You look really nice in this.”

She brightens up. “Oh, thanks! What do you mean by ‘bad experiences?’ What happened?”

“Good morning, birdbrain!”

“That happened.”

Looking far too happy for a Monday morning, Jisung takes the other seat beside you. He has a cup of coffee stacked high with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, and you wonder if his extreme cheerfulness is from the caffeine or from your impending public humiliation. Why did you have to pick this guy to have a crush on? Sure, he’s cute and smart and sometimes nice, but there are plenty of people who have those traits without his witticism.

Lia looks at you with more amusement than concern. “So what happened?”

You tell her about what really happened during the weekend, and Jisung laughs all the while, reenacting his facial expression when he received your first frantic SOS message. Meanwhile, you sink lower and lower into your chair, ignoring your tailbone’s cries of pain as you slide further down the thin cushion.

“You can’t hide forever,” Jisung remarks as he looks at your slumping form. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad. And you were drunk anyway.”

Yeah, you were, but the whole thing is doubly embarrassing because of how much you want him to like you. The overenthusiastic, all-caps messages are normal whenever you text while drunk, but ‘I love yous’ and the even rarer ‘I LOVE YOUUUU’  are few and far between. Only six people excluding Jisung have received them: your parents, your best friend, and your statistics group project members because you accidentally sent the message to the wrong chat.

On the bright side, seven is a lucky number. It means absolutely nothing in this case, and it’s hardly relevant to how you’re feeling, but everyone copes differently. Yours just happens to be clinging onto any silver lining available for solace.

“Anyway,” Lia cuts in, saving you from replying, “you’re here early, Jisung.”

He shrugs and flashes her a playful smile. However, his eyes are focused on you when he says, “You know what they say: early bird gets the worm.”

You give him a pitiful attempt of a withering glare. “I hate you.”

“Okay, fine.” He tugs at the shoulder of your hoodie to motion for you to stop trying to melt into the ground and to help you up. “It’s ‘cause I knew you would be here early.”

You are calm, you are fine, you will not be flustered. He just teased you five seconds ago; you should not be this willing to forgive him under these circumstances. Nonetheless, you slide back up to a more normal sitting position and try to pretend that you are still mildly upset. His next sentences make that impossible.

“You guys want brownies? Felix was stress-baking again.”

One may call you easily swayed by food, and they would be right. Jisung lets you have a coveted corner piece, and you decide that he’s alright again. He stretches an arm in front of you to get to Lia, and you lean back to avoid bumping into him. It also gives you a clear view of his profile. Wow, is he pretty. Look at that jawline. Suddenly his eyes go wide, and his mouth splits into a familiar excited grin.

“Are those birds?”

“Yep,” Lia answers, looking over at you to check your reaction. She tries to hide her smile, but it’s clear as day. You’re not entirely sure what she’s going to say next, but you already know it’s going to involve your current least favorite animal species. “Pretty… dove-ly, don’t you think?”

At least you were right about them being doves. “I hate you both.”

Jisung laughs at her pun and holds out his palm for a high-five. “You know what they say: birds of a feather flock together.”

“I really hate you both.”

Your initial prediction that Jisung is never going to let you live this down is correct. When you meet your bio group again Thursday night to study for the upcoming quiz, Jisung brings lemon poppy seed muffins for seemingly no other reason than to tease you. His housemate is still stress-baking, and judging by the bird silhouette made of glaze, Felix is very stressed and very eager to indulge in Jisung’s ideas.

“They’re finches!” Jisung proudly announces as he sets one right in front of you. The stupid decoration on top mocks you, but the muffin looks and smells delicious.  

Hyunjin, who does not know about your current plight but does know about Darwin’s finches, appreciatively coos at them. “They’ve even got different beak shapes! These are so cool. Man, Felix must hate econ right now.”

“No kidding,” you mutter as you begin peeling off the wrapper. Felix must hate you as well because one bite of this is almost enough for you to forgive Jisung again. It’s that good. How are you supposed to stay mad at Jisung when he gives you free delicious food? “Forget college, he needs to be in culinary school.”

He smirks from across the table, and it takes a lot of willpower for you to pretend you’re unphased. “What if I told you that I made these?”

“Then I would call you a liar.” He better be lying. You do not need another reason to justify your crush on him.

“And you would be right.” He slides his plastic container down to Lia, who has just arrived and is eyeballing the muffins like a predator. “But I did help him.”

“It’s really good,” you admit. You continue nibbling on it, determined to make the muffin last as long as you can. “What part did you help him out with?”

“The birds on top. Turns out drawing them with runny glaze is hard. I gave you the prettiest one, so don’t get mad about the whole bird thing. It goes with what we’re studying too.”

“Fine,” you sigh as you fold the wrapper into halves over and over again. “But only because these are amazing.”

Hyunjin leans in closer, effectively popping the intimate bubble you and Jisung were in. “What’s ‘the bird thing?’”

Fortunately, Yeji has finally arrived, which gives you the perfect excuse to stop Jisung from letting another person know of your drunk texts. You make a big production of pulling out your notebook from your backpack and rifling through your pencil bag for a pen.

“Should we get started?” you ask. Lia nods and uncaps one of her many highlighters.

“I’ll tell you later,” Jisung whispers to Hyunjin, winking at you. You could cry, melt, die. You could do a lot of things, but you opt to stick your tongue out at him. So what if you’re being childish? You can barely concentrate on the real world after that wink. To Yeji, he says, “There’s snacks, if Lia hasn’t eaten them all yet.”

“Hey!”

Hyunjin laughs at her notorious sweet tooth before turning to Yeji. “He gave Y/N the prettiest one, so there’s probably only his fails left.”

“They’re not bad!”

Lia has only had two, so there are more than enough to choose from. Yeji peers inside the container before selecting the one closest to her.

“Is this a plague doctor?” she asks as she suppresses a laugh. “It’s got a top hat.”

Jisung shakes his head and groans. “You chose the worst one on purpose. It’s one of Darwin’s finches. You would have known if you studied.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t draw.” Taking no notice of Jisung’s affronted expression, she takes out the textbook the five of you split the cost to buy. “Okay, plague doctor cupcakes out of the way, what are the four main theories of evolution?”

“They’re lemon poppy seed finch muffins,” he clarifies.

“That’s not an evolution theory,” Hyunjin cheekily replies, earning him an elbow nudge from Jisung and a laugh from everyone else.

You end up answering Yeji’s question and reward your correct answer with another muffin. Besides them being addictive, you’ll need some energy for the rest of the study session if all this talk about birds persists. You select the most plague doctor-ish one out of the box, and Jisung notices.

“Seriously?” he pouts. “I give you the best one, and this is how you repay me? I thought you said you weren’t mad about the bird thing.”

You ignore the last sentence. “What? You’re not proud of these?” you say, mock astonished as you give him a good view of the glaze on top. “They look exactly like plague doctors.”

“I hate you.”

You smile and shrug before returning back into the discussion about Lamarckism. Let him get a taste of his own medicine.

Unfortunately, as promised and as possible revenge, Jisung tells Hyunjin about ‘the bird thing,’ and Yeji overhears since she is only two chairs away. You try melting into the ground instead, but Lia holds you in place as the story continues, so you are stuck reliving the memory. You knew Jisung wouldn’t let you forget, but you didn’t account for everyone else in the group finding out and joining in on the torture.

But thanks to Jisung’s brilliant idea to bring those spectacularly decorated muffins, he doesn’t go unscathed either. It’s a mediocre consolation prize, but you’ll take it.

All around, it’s a productive study session, if a bit long, courtesy of everyone’s unrelenting shots at you and Jisung.

Your study group splits off in three separate directions once you’re all at the library entrance: Yeji back to the on-campus dorms where she’s an RA, Hyunjin and Lia to the off-campus apartments a few streets down, you and Jisung to the bus stop to your apartments on the other of campus. There’s a few people already sitting at the bench, so you and Jisung stand under the streetlight nearby. A moth intent on reaching the light source rams itself repeatedly against the glass covering, and you tiredly watch it. You yawn.

“Not much of a night owl?” he asks. With no clever reply ready, you gently shove him towards the bushes, but he only sways at your push. He throws his hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll stop for today.”

“I’m really sorry for sending you that,” you say. You haven’t touched the chat between you and him since the incident. “And for not apologizing earlier.”

“It’s alright. Although I almost had a heart attack when you sent me ‘SOS’ like five times.”

You grimace as you remember your frantic texts. If you think back hard enough, you remember furiously tapping at your screen, trying to get his attention as quick as possible because you really, really, really needed to know what the animal that landed on your windowsill was called. Your housemate was in the next room over. You could have asked her instead, but no, you decided that Jisung from bio was the best option. Not even the group chat, just Jisung himself.

“Sorry again,” you weakly reply.

“It really is alright. Finding bird puns is my new favorite hobby now.” He wryly smiles. “I have so many more to try on you. You’re gonna love it.”

Is that endearing or annoying? Living rent-free inside his head isn’t terrible, especially since he seems to do the same in yours. You’ll probably have to endure lots more puns from him in the future, but for now, you’ll decide that it’s endearing.

The bus arrives, and you sit in the back with him. The ride to the apartment complex is quiet; only a group of people near the front are speaking to one another in low voices. Jisung makes no attempt at continuing the conversation, and you are content to stare out into the neon lights outside the window. You can see him in the reflection on the glass. The empty container devoid of muffins sits on Jisung’s lap, his phone placed face down on the lid. If it weren’t for all the other passengers on the bus, you would be convinced that it was just you and him, enjoying each other’s company.

You’re almost sad when you reach your stop.

“Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?” he asks as you step down to the pavement. “Yours is farther down, right?”

“Isn’t your place right here?” you say. You’ve seen him walk out from this particular complex several times while waiting for the bus. That’s not stalking. “You don’t have to go out of your way. It’s just a block away.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely walking you home.”

You hesitate a bit, but Jisung is already taking small steps in the direction of your apartment. A little more time with him doesn’t sound too horrendous right now. “Okay.”

Just like the bus ride, no conversation, which suits you fine. Jisung seems more enthralled by looking into the windows of apartment residents anyway. You can’t blame him, especially when it appears that someone is having their own mini rave in their living room. Once at the doors to your building, you thank him and tell him good night.

“No problem and good luck tomorrow.” His voice is softer at night, or maybe it’s because he’s tired as well.

Your tone matches his as well. “You too. See you in class then.”

“Good night.”

A few minutes after midnight, just as you’re about to get into bed, a message from Jisung pops up. Not Jisung in the study group, just Jisung.

12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: Hey, I know you’re not much of a night owl, so would you call yourself a morning lark? 12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: You’re always an early bird to class 12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: Are you emu-sed? 12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: :D

Well, he did say he would stop for the day. It’s technically the next day. You reply with an annoyed face before burrowing yourself under your blankets. There are other things to worry about, such as your quiz in nine hours.

You dream of birds, namely finches, that night. Thanks, Jisung.

“This is why I tell you to never drink alone,” Seungmin laughs. He picks up the last slice of pizza from the pan and folds it in half like the heathen he is before taking the first bite. “Bad things always happen.”

“To be fair, Ryujin was home.”

“In a completely different room from you.”

You groan and supplement your exasperation with an extra aggressive tear on your crust. “Okay, fine. I’ve learned my lesson. The point is, he won’t stop with the bird jokes, and I’m going insane.”

Seungmin, having been collateral damage from your drunken mishaps before, is unsympathetic. He still hasn’t quite forgiven you for the time you tried to make a Molotov cocktail in his kitchen. Look, the clickbait video you watched online promised that it would be a fun and easy science experiment, and your other self decided that it was a fantastic idea. Nothing bad happened in the end though since you couldn’t find a lighter. So, Seungmin, it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“You have a crush on this guy. Why are you upset that he’s flirting with you?”

“He’s cute until he opens his mouth and starts giving me grief about birds.” You sigh as you remember the last text he sent: a photo of the sunset from his apartment window with the caption, A bird’s eye view of the neighborhood. On one hand, you were thrilled to have received a non-homework related picture. On the other hand, bird joke.

“You would do the same.”

“I know, but it still sucks.” You wipe your fingers with a napkin and amuse yourself with spinning the empty pan as Seungmin (slowly) finishes eating. “No more Jisung talk. How was your date?”

Seungmin turns flustered, just like you knew he would. “It wasn’t a date! I’m just her photographer. This is a business arrangement, nothing else.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

“Hey, is that Jisung over there?” he asks, nodding over your shoulder.

“I’m not that gullible,” you sigh, though you can’t say you aren’t tempted. Seungmin loves to make fun of you, and he probably wants to get back at you for teasing him about the girl he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time with.

“Gull-ible?”

“Not you too," you plead. It's already awful with one person. To deter him any further, you continue, "Anyway, back to your definitely-not-a-date date—”

“Hey, Y/N, is that you?”

Seungmin has his “I told you so” face on. After sending him a glare, which he promptly pretends not to see, you turn around, resting your forearm on the back of your chair. Jisung, holding a pan of oven-fresh pizza, smiles back at you.

“Hey,” you greet. He's wearing the same black and red sweatshirt he usually has on, but why does he look so much better in it when he's in a pizza place than in class or in the library? “How are you doing? How’s your Saturday so far?”

“I just woke up like an hour ago, so it’s been pretty good, I guess.” His eyes go to Seungmin, who is now sipping on his soda, pretending to not eavesdrop. “Is this your…”

“This is my friend, Seungmin,” you quickly answer. Other than the fact that you need to make it abundantly clear that you are available, there is no way you’re ever going to date Seungmin. Apart from the girl he claims to not be dating, he’s even more merciless when it comes to reminding you about your drunken ideas. You can’t pass the intersection without him nudging your arm. “Seungmin, this is Jisung. We have bio together.”

Seungmin nods like he hasn’t heard of Jisung before. “Hey, nice to meet you. So, do you guys learn about birds in bio?”

Jisung lights up like a Christmas tree, and you want to cover yourself with the pizza pan. Praying for the ground to swallow you up also sounds like a decent option. In the midst of debating whether hiding under the table would be too odd, you notice that Seungmin has finally finished his slice.

“We should get going,” you interrupt. You do not need Seungmin to start sharing other stupid things you’ve done. He’s about five seconds away from telling Jisung about the intersection chalk mural. “And you probably want to eat dinner.”

Jisung sees right through your act, but he lets it go. “Yeah, Felix is probably starving. See you on Monday?”

“Yeah, see you.”

You expect him to go to wherever Felix is, but he still remains behind you. With a lopsided grin, he asks, “Should I expect any quail-ity texts at 2 AM tonight?”

Seungmin laughs, Jisung laughs, and you stare at the ceiling, wondering what you did to deserve this. Surely there were other people you could have in your life besides these two jerks.

“Winner, winner, chicken dinner!” Jisung sings as you correctly answer his question. This week’s study session consists of a game show Jisung has created, and you almost want to believe that he put in all this effort just to say that phrase. “Another point for you.”

You sigh as Yeji slides a wrapped piece of candy towards you. It’s her turn to bring snacks, and though milk chocolate the size of golf balls are great, you’re still dreaming of those wickedly delicious cake slices Jisung shared with you yesterday. Hummingbird cake, he claimed, it was called. Bananas, pineapples, and pecans, all combined together to make a sweet treat. When you cheekily asked why his housemate was so stressed all the time — you really don’t mind. Sorry, Felix — Jisung cheerfully informed you that he made the entire thing himself. After you picked up your jaw from the floor, you stammered something about it being passable. Not nearly as good as Felix’s stuff, you said, lying through your teeth. Jisung, again, saw right through it but let it slide. See? Sometimes he’s nice. However, you did not need another reason to be attracted to Han Jisung, but here you are.

“Seriously, Yeji?” you mumble as you pull apart the blue foil. “You just had to pick the brand named after a bird?” It doesn’t stop you from popping the chocolate into your mouth though.

“They were on sale!”

While you and Yeji bicker about Dove chocolate and how the universe is conspiring against you, Hyunjin answers the next question correctly. Yeji absentmindedly pushes his reward towards him.

“No chicken dinner for me?” he asks.

Jisung shakes his head. “Your question was easy. You get a pheasant instead. Or a quail. Any bird smaller than a chicken works.”

“A hummingbird then?” you suggest. You really need to stop thinking about that cake. “But I hear those aren’t that great.”

“You already ate every single crumb of that cake I gave you!” Jisung says, but there’s not a drop of displeasure in his tone. In fact, he seems rather happy that you liked it so much that you remembered about it. “All my hard work gone in five seconds.”

“You made her a cake?” Lia gasps in disbelief, secretive note checking forgotten. She’s in last place with only six points, so no one cares too much about her cheating. “What about us? We’re your study buddies too!”

Hyunjin and Yeji chorus their agreements, and you realize that he only shared his cake with you. He followed you out of the lecture hall and gave it to you in a plastic container, so you assumed that he also hand delivered a few slices to everyone else. Never mind that he oh-so-conveniently had a fork with him. Never mind that he sat with you at a bench and watched you try a few bites before devouring it all. Never mind all that.

Wait. Does this mean he likes you too?

You fold and unfold your discarded foil wrappers as you contemplate over this revelation, sneaking glances at Jisung all the while. He looks… normal. Infuriatingly so. Same carefree smile, same arguments with Hyunjin, same lackadaisical chair leaning even though he fell backwards that one time. How is one supposed to tell if someone actually likes you when said someone is the same all the time?

Jisung promises to bring something for the next study session to make up for not sharing his cake and continues on with the review game like nothing has happened. However, those thoughts are still in the back of your mind when the session ends. You have gained five more pieces of chocolate and no further information as to whether Jisung is actually into you or not. As per usual, you and he head to the bus stop together. It’s more crowded than last week since it’s only eight.

“Did you have a pheasant time today?” he asks, pausing next to a hedge.

You keep your eyes on the asphalt instead of looking at him. It’s much easier to pretend you’re calm when you don’t have vision of his face. “I see you discovered pheasants recently. And yes, it was fun. Thanks for making it.”

“You don’t want to crow about winning the game?” When you grimace — you did kind of want to point out how amazing your score was but now you don’t — he quickly adds, “Okay, okay. But you’re going to ace that quiz tomorrow.”

And you simply say, “I know,” because you are and because you have nothing else prepared to say.

It goes quiet, and with only the sounds of cars racing by, Jisung abruptly says, “This is a little awkward now. Or should I say… hawk-ward?”

You groan and break your staring contest with the road to give him an exasperated look. A mistake because he’s smiling so wide, squirrels would be jealous of his cheeks. He has no right to be so cute after those jokes. “Why do I feel like you searched up ‘bird puns’ online and are trying to insert them in every possible scenario?”

“Because I did and because I am.” He sighs in contentment. “Those were the best texts I’ve ever received. I’m never letting you forget it.”

You were right about that, and now you have verbal confirmation from the man himself. Another mediocre consolation prize you will gladly accept. But for now, you say, “Well, toucan play at that game, plague doctor Han Jisung.” The only perk of hearing all these wretched jokes is that you are now rather knowledgeable about them. Thank you, Seungmin, for making that one a few days ago.

“They looked just like finches!” he protests, but he’s laughing along, head tilted back. He sighs again. When he turns to face you again, his eyes are soft. “That was a pretty good one.”

“Seungmin came up with it.” There’s a warm feeling spreading across your chest, constricting your air flow and making all your blood rush to your cheeks. It was one compliment; why are you like this? What are you going to do if he keeps looking at you like that? You swiftly go back to the road, counting the number of cars that pass by. One, two, three, four…

And a gray bus pulling up to the curb.

“Bus is here,” you uselessly announce. Jisung follows you into the growing crowd surrounding the entrance. He hovers behind you as the two of you wait for the people in front to board, and his presence is more palpable than usual. “There’s a lot of people today,” you remark in a vain attempt to distract yourself.

“Yeah, everyone’s heading home for the day.” He pauses dramatically before adding, “The birds are all going back to their nest.”

The joke successfully snaps you out of your haze. “That’s not a real saying.”

“I think it should be. It makes perfect sense!”

“You’re—” As the line shuffles forward, you try to think of something bird related, but he beats to the punch.

“Cuckoo?”

It’s almost impressive how much time he has invested in annoying you. Does it make you fall for him more? No, not really, or so you try to convince yourself. It’s strangely endearing, just like everything about him. You merely answer, “Yes.”

He chuckles and nudges you forward up the steps of the bus.

Even though there’s a little bit of daylight left, Jisung walks you back to your apartment building. You’re not upset by this, but where was this chivalry two weeks ago after the first study session? You teasingly ask him about it, and he turns bashful. How unlike him.

“I thought you lived in my complex, for some reason. You were always at the bus stop before me, so I assumed you lived nearby. I didn’t know until I overheard you and Yeji talking about it,” he says, hiding himself with his collar.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” you say, stopping in front of the walkway to your building, “see you tomorrow then. Thanks for walking me back. Good night.”

The Jisung you’re used to seeing, is back with a mischievous smile and yet another joke. “Good night-ingale.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and try not to seem too amused by it. He’s not charming, not even a little bit. “That was awful.” It’s the smile, you tell yourself. No one should have one like that. It has too much power.

“Yet I can see you smiling at it.”

Remain calm. You can do that. You’ve faked this before, so why is your head not cooperating right now? Jisung really needs to stop looking at you with anything more than a neutral face. It’s bad for you, like really, really bad. No witty remarks at the ready is typical, but you can’t even think of anything to say.

After an excruciating five seconds, you manage to stammer out, “Good night.” Cheeks aflame and your heart threatening to pop out of you like a cuckoo clock, you roughly yank open the door and bolt up the stairs. You have too much adrenaline in you right now. Waiting for the elevator knowing that he could be observing your twitchy movements, would be too nerve wracking.

Ryujin asks if you’re alright when she sees you hunched against the kitchen counter, out of breath and muttering to yourself.

“I decided to take the stairs,” you say, which only partially explains your dishevelled state. “I’ll be alright. I think.”

“I’ll get you some water. You look like you're about to collapse.”

Then your phone chimes with a new message, and you decidedly won’t be alright.

8:22 PM [Jisung Bio]: Did my nightingale pun quack you up that badly? 8:22 PM [Jisung Bio]: Was it that ducking good? 8:22 PM [Jisung Bio]: :D

8:23 PM [Jisung Bio]: Anyway, good luck tomorrow. Sleep well and sweet dreams, morning lark

There is no food in the fridge. Well, no proper food. A bag of spinach that expired three days ago but still seems okay, does not count. The same goes for the half empty jar of peanut butter, but Ryujin would likely disagree with that. There’s a reason why the jar is half empty. However, if you actually want to eat something for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow, you need to go shopping.

For some strange reason, it does not occur to you that you can run into Jisung at the grocery store. Jisung belongs in four locations: the bus stop, the lecture hall, the library, and the pizza place you saw him at last week. Not the dairy aisle on a Wednesday night.

“Hey.” You stop in front of him, basket at your feet and hands folded in front of you like the world’s worst defense. Heart, stop beating so fast.

Jisung looks up from his phone to search for the owner of the voice and brightens when he sees that it’s you. “Hey, morning lark.” He has taken to calling you that ever since he sent that particular message. You wish it produced another reaction from you besides pure bliss, but that is the price you pay for pretending to be still annoyed by his jokes. That’s how bad your crush on him now is; you are increasingly beguiled by the puns. “Oh, did you need milk?”

“Yeah.” You grab a blue carton with a picture of a smiling cow from the shelf and place it in your basket. In the meantime, you can’t help but peer into Jisung’s. There is a bag of chocolate chips and a packet of gelatin. “Is this stuff for tomorrow’s study session?”

He nods and grabs the same brand of milk as you did. You get a rush of excitement, much to your chagrin. It’s just milk, and this is the most popular brand too. “Yeah. Felix is trying a new recipe, so you guys get to have some of the failed ones too.”

“What is it? Cheesecake?”

“You’ll see,” he mysteriously says. Then he adds, “You’re gonna love it,” which immediately gives away the theme.

“It’s something to do with birds, isn’t it?”

“You’ll see.”

And when you do see, you’re wrong. Library food rules ignored, at each seat, Jisung has set a slice of layer cake topped with chocolate ganache, no bird motifs of any sort. You take your usual spot at the end of the table and find that yours is slightly larger than the others. Well, except for maybe Lia’s. He has to placate her sweet tooth and her disappointment of not being able to have hummingbird cake.

“Did I not get a message or something?” Hyunjin asks when he takes in the over-the-top display. “Is this a dinner party?”

“Isn’t this against the library’s rules?” Yeji asks as she surreptitiously looks around for any librarians. The surrounding tables of fellow students won’t care.

Jisung elects to not answer Yeji’s concerns. “This is tonight’s snack,” he proudly replies. “Also, Felix wants feedback on it.”

You cut a section off with the plastic fork and marvel at the airiness of the cake. It’s unlike anything you have ever had. The frosting in between the sponge layers is so light, and the ganache is so dark and rich. “This is really amazing. It’s so fluffy. Wow. Tell Felix that he really needs to consider culinary school.”

“Wanna guess what it’s called?”

“Isn’t this just an extra fancy vanilla cake?” you ask. You take another bite, but other than the chocolate ganache on top, you can only taste vanilla. “I don’t know. The… vanilla fluff cake?”

“Nope.” He leans forward, face inches away from yours, lips curled into a smirk, and slowly says, “Bird’s milk cake.”

This can’t be real. Birds don’t even produce milk. “No way. You’re lying.” Even as you say the words, they sound false to your ears. Jisung has made it his mission to find anything and everything bird-related for you, so you doubt he’s lying.

“It’s called this” — he holds up his phone screen — “in Russian. It translates to ‘bird’s milk.’”

Ptichye moloko.

“You convinced Felix to make this, didn’t you?” you say. What are the chances that Felix conveniently wanted to make bird’s milk cake without any nudging from Jisung? Absolutely none. You have never even heard of this dessert before, let alone by it’s Russian name, and you’re willing to bet that Jisung searched up ‘bird cake’ or something of that nature just for this. Maybe that’s how he found out about hummingbird cake too.

“It’s all for you, morning lark,” he cheerfully replies, winking at you. He leans back in his chair again, precariously balancing on the two back legs. “I knew you’d like it.”

Jisung is really not making this easy for you. Forget subtleties, he’s just shamelessly flirting with you now. And in the sanctity of the library of all places! In a poor attempt to save yourself from this mess, you unconsciously begin to slide down the chair, trying to shield your hot face with your raised shoulders. Lia notices this — one of the perks having sat next to you for nearly four weeks during lectures — and grabs your forearm.

“No melting,” she reminds you, “or else you’re going to hit your head on the seat again.”

“I wasn’t melting,” you protest as you wriggle back up. Slowly dying might have been a better descriptor. That wink shot arrows into your already fragile heart. “We’re gonna get in trouble if one of the librarians sees this.”

“Guess we should get started then,” Hyunjin says. Yeji, the only responsible one in the group, begins pulling out the textbook, and everyone laughs at her eagerness. “Not what I meant, but that too.”

After you’re done with the cake and while the others are preoccupied about the timeline of human evolution, Jisung whispers across the table, “Did you still like it?”

“Yeah. No hard feelings about the name because it was good,” you whisper back.

“I thought it would turn out like this, morning lark. I know you love free food too much to be mad.”

The nickname again. You rest your cheek against your palm in a vain attempt to tamp down the growing heat. “Can I get a different name, plague doctor?”

He’s not at all phased by his own nickname, which doesn’t bode well for any future snarky remarks from you. “What, you don’t like birds or something?” He blinks so innocently back at you that you have to stifle a giggle.

“Yeah, well, that’s the—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Hyunjin interrupts, making you profusely blush and Yeji lightly laugh at the expression, “we’re gonna move on to the next section now. Is that okay?”

“It’s okay,” you reply even though you are most definitely not okay. Jisung, who you notice is uncharacteristically sheepish, echoes your sentiment.

It’s difficult not to stare at Jisung during the remainder of the study session. It seems to be true the other way around as well.

You’re sober when you read the messages, but you don’t think Jisung was when he sent them. Oh, how the tables have turned.

3:02 AM [Jisung Bio]: Good morning morning lark!! 3:02 AM [Jisung Bio]: Winner winner chicken dinner remember? So yes or no?

3:03 AM [Jisung Bio]: Or maybe yes or yes? 3:03 AM [Jisung Bio]: I really want to go on a date with you 3:03 AM [Jisung Bio]: Not lying I swear

3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always on my mind and every time I see a bird, I think about you 3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: I bought grey goose because of you 3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: [jisung’s_hand_holding_grey_goose_vodka.jpg] 3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: I don’t even like it that much

3:05 AM [Jisung Bio]: You make me dizzy sometimes and I don’t know what to do 3:05 AM [Jisung Bio]: You’re probably sleeping so good night larky 3:05 AM [Jisung Bio]: Or morning

3:06 AM [Jisung Bio]: Fly high in your dreams!!!

He must have been wasted and under no responsible supervision because this is what you would have done if you were in his place. Does he not have a Seungmin in his life? Or a Ryujin? There’s a Felix, so where was he when all of this happened?

But forget about Jisung’s own problems.

He wants to go on a date with you. A real date, not a study date with three other people and fake quiz questions. If his words are to be taken literally, then one involving a chicken dinner. Possibly a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store, but a chicken dinner nonetheless.

He can’t stop thinking about you. All those bird jokes had you charmed, and all those cakes were baked with you in mind. They weren’t just for show. They were all about you.

You make him dizzy, which is hilarious because he does the same to you. He smiles at you so brightly, laughs so easily, and flirts so shamelessly that you never realized that you could ever make him feel that way.

And “fly high in your dreams?” You’re practically soaring in real life. Han Jisung, cute bio boy, plague doctor, pun enthusiast, surprisingly decent baker, wants to go on a date with you.

You, you, you!

While you alternate between hyperventilating and forgetting how to breathe as you process all this, three gray dots appear at the bottom of the chat. You clutch your phone as you wait. Apparently, your body is on the ‘forgetting how to breathe’ cycle.

11:14 AM [Jisung Bio]: I am so sorry about that. I was very drunk when I sent that

11:15 AM [Jisung Bio]: You can just ignore them or delete them 11:15 AM [Jisung Bio]: Highly recommend deleting 11:15 AM [Jisung Bio]: Also sorry if I woke you up

Your fingers hover over the keyboard. Should you answer him over text, call, or in-person? Is in-person too dramatic though? You feel like something like this is supposed to be done face-to-face, but he’s probably hungover beyond belief.

11:16 AM [Me]: It’s okay. A morning lark is always up early anyway :) 11:16 AM [Me]: Were you serious though?

11:17 AM [Jisung Bio]: Can we meet up in an hour? At the bus stop? I want to talk to you 11:17 AM [Me]: Yeah. Me too

The bus stop is neutral territory or maybe just the closest meeting spot you and Jisung have. If it’s supposed to be neutral territory, it most definitely is not since his apartment complex is right behind it. Despite his close proximity to the spot, you arrive first, so you make yourself as comfortable as possible underneath the sign, standing in its shadow. It’s silly when you think about it, but you wish you dressed in something nicer than a hoodie. In your rush to leave the apartment, you threw on whatever, but maybe you should have worn something prettier for this confrontation. Make Jisung go dizzy and gain a little bit of power from that.

This is even worse than when you had to face him after you sent your drunk texts. At least then it was just a middling attraction and not a full-on crush.

“Hey, morning lark. You’re early. As expected.”

“Hey. You’re… alive.”

Jisung is strangely fresh-faced, not a hint of hungover clouding around him. Why can’t you look like him after a night of seemingly heavy drinking? Where are the pinched eyebrows from the blinding lights? The ghostly gray face? The haunted eyes as one remembers all the incredibly stupid things they did the night before? Unfair. Completely unfair.

“Yeah.” He’s wearing his usual sweatshirt, but his hands are stuffed into its pockets instead of being out and about. He rocks back and forth on his heels. “Well, uh, I meant everything I sent. And I’m serious about taking you to dinner, so do you want to go on a date with me?”

You anticipated this. Why does it feel like you have just finished running a marathon? “Yeah, I do. I really want to.”

He smiles so brightly, the sun would be jealous. Correction, should be jealous. You don’t think you’ve seen a prettier sight than this since he sat down next to you on the first day of class and asked if you wanted to start a study group. He pumps his fist in the air like he’s a movie character, and you hide your laugh behind your hoodie sleeve. You’ve never seen him so happy before.

“How are you not hungover?” you ask as he raises his face to the sky, taking in the afternoon light, basking in the moment. He’s really living his movie character dreams. “You said you were really drunk.”

“I kind of lied?” he says, sounding more wistful than you would expect. When he looks back at you, you finally see dark circles underneath his eyes, but he is still as jubilant as before. “I was more tipsy than drunk. So, when do you wanna get that chicken dinner, winner, winner?”

It’s amazing how shy, excited Jisung disappears and how the usual casual, teasing Jisung reappears. That’s his Jekyll and Hyde moment, you suppose. And the switch is all activated by his one-track mind of bird jokes. How wonderful.

“Next week, after midterms? I’ve got two this week to study for. I should be free on Friday night.”

He enthusiastically nods. “Sounds good to me.”

2:57 PM [Me]: I’m done with all my midterms! Are you free tonight?

2:59 PM [Jisung Bio]: Free as a bird :D 2:59 PM [Jisung Bio]: Also congrats on being done 2:59 PM [Me]: I hate you

3:00 PM [Jisung Bio]: So chicken dinner? The restaurant next to the pizza place just opened 3:00 PM [Jisung Bio]: I heard it’s really clucking good 3:00 PM [Jisung Bio]: A hen out of hen

3:01 PM [Me]: I might actually kill you during our date

3:02 PM [Jisung Bio]: Don’t you mean 3:02 PM [Jisung Bio]: [flock_of_crows.jpg] 3:02 PM [Jisung Bio]: Murder :D

3:05 PM [Jisung Bio]: I’ll see you at 6? 3:05 PM [Me]: See you then

You do not end up murdering Jisung on your date, though you do come pretty close after you audibly ask the ground to swallow you up when he compliments your egg-cellent outfit.

“Swallow?” he slyly says. “Like the bird?”

Instead of committing a crime, you kiss him on the cheek, effectively silencing him. You’ve been waiting to do both those things for some time now, and look at you now, killing two birds with one stone.

Jisung turns a delightful shade of pink and mutters something about needing to get to the restaurant before it gets too crowded. All of his bluster from just five seconds ago is gone. You merrily follow him down the pavement, feeling a little bit like the cat who swallowed the canary.

Yes, you did search up bird expressions beforehand. Jisung will be Jisung, and like you told him before, toucan play at this game. You will not spend your first date with him being humiliated by his large repertoire of puns. Besides, if he retaliates like you expect him to, you will have the perfect excuse to kiss him again.

See? No fowl play at all.

Then he takes your hand into his, his warmth enveloping yours, and everything suddenly isn’t fair again.

And based on his all-too-pleased grin, Jisung knows this as well.

~ ad.gray

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[jaesvelvet]

sober — choi hyunsuk

warnings: grammatical,swear words,mention of alcohol

words: 1.5k words

pairing: fem! reader + hyunsuk

notes: instead of mashi's imagines, i upload this instead hehe, i hope you guys enjoy this!!

"I love you y/n!”

Your eyebrow twisted, your heart stops for a moment when Hyunsuk suddenly confesses to you through the phone. But when you heard hiccups from his mouth, you knew he is drunk.

"Hyunsuk, you drun—"

"no y/n! I love you so much" he resists, you couldn't understand the words he said next because the alcohol he swallowed made his speak unclear.

You quietly hearing all of Hyunsuk’s stutter with a small smile appears on your face. You kinda enjoy this little moment of you and Hyunsuk. Both of you are university students but Hyunsuk keeps treat you as a little sister since your mother told him to keep an eye on you. As you grew, you realized you don't want Hyunsuk to treat you as a child, you want him to treat her as a woman or specifically her woman...

You kept this secret for like one whole year until Jihoon, caught you stared at hyunsuk with loving eyes. The muscular man keeps teasing you in front of Hyunsuk, which made you frustrated.

You remember that day where you all enjoyed partying at Jiwon’s sunbae house, some guy keeps flirting with you although you push him away, he didn't give up and keep bothering you all night even you ignored his annoying ass. the fully drunk guy becomes mad when you keep ignoring him, so he slapped your face and yelled at you for being 'hard to get bitch and secretly would love if he fucks her’ . His words making you felt humiliated and angry why would he yell that in front of people— no why he thinks you would like to do that nasty thing with him?

Before you could do anything to the drunk guy, Hyunsuk came after him and punch him on the face like twice? thrice? You didn't count since all the things happen too fast. After that, he dragged you out from the party, driving you to the nearest beach to comfort you. He knows you love the beach, that's why he brought you there. Hyunsuk keeps apologizing and blames himself for what happened but you insist, this is that crazy guy’s fault not him.

After that incident, Hyunsuk keeps himself close to you and treats you like a princess. You love being spoiled by Hyunsuk but you hate it when the realization hits you, that Hyunsuk may treat you like this because you are his best friend. You love him for protecting you and you love the idea of you guys being more than friends but you knew if you crossed the line, the relationship wouldn't be the same.

"I fucking love you!" Hyunsuk said for the second time

You sighed. what are the points of you saying this when you're not in your good mental state?

"hang up, and tell me this when you're sober" seconds later you heard the line finally ended. you sighed and put your phones down, glancing at the clock

1:48 am

Why did he drink tonight? is something bothering him?

You worry if hyunsuk is alone at the bar. you quickly dialed Jihoon’s number

"ugh what do you want?" he asked, he sounds so drunk too

"are you with hyunsuk?"

"yes, junkyu would send him home don't call me anymore" he hangs up

You scoff, you hate jihoon's cocky attitude when he is drunk. you laid on your bed, you already have a thought to cook hangover soup for hyunsuk tomorrow.

+.*

You pressed on Hyunsuk’s door password and enters the male's apartment. You frown when his apartment is too messy. You put the soup pot on the table and start cleaning the apartment. A wide smile appears on your face as you saw Hyunsuk sleeping soundly on his bed. You continue to clean the messy apartment and spray a lavender fragrance all over his house.

The smell of hangover soup successfully making Hyunsuk’s eyes open but not fully, when a sudden headache attacks him he closes his eyes tightly, bearing with the pain. He regrets agreed with Jihoon to drink yesterday. He slowly gets up from his bed and made his way to the living room, shocked when he saw you in his kitchen.

"oh, you're up! sit down, I already preheat this soup" you said and turn off the stove. You serve him the hangover soup with instant rice you got from the convenience store across from his apartment.

"I—thank you, how did you know that I'm drunk?" he asked, having no clue about what happens yesterday

"oh you called me"

Hyunsuk nodded, he smiles at you before eating his hangover soup. You relived when hyunsuk didn't remember what happened last night because it will be super awkward for both of you if he remembers last night's call. You bit your lips, of course, you feel sad for a little bit, he said I love you without a proper meaning.

+.*

Days later, things get back to normal, you didn't tell anyone about hyunsuk's sudden 'drunk confess' to you, and Hyunsuk didn't seem to remember anything of that night. Three of them (including Jihoon) enters the class in a gloomy mood, Monday morning sucks, Jihoon is already asleep on his table, Hyunsuk listens to his rap music through his AirPod, and you zoning out, didn't care less about your surrounding.

"y/n" your turns when you felt someone tapped your back, making Hyunsuk also turn his back

You smile when you saw Yunhyeong behind you. Yunhyeong is Jiwon’s friend, you and Yunhyeong get close since you learn how to cook from him.

"Oppa what are you doing here?" you asked

"can you follow me for a while? I need you to taste my new recipe" he said making you grinned, free food on Monday morning? Only a crazy person would turn down this offer

"what did he say?" Hyunsuk asked after Yunhyeong left their class, with unpleasant looks on his face while removing one of his AirPods from his ears

"he wants me to taste his new recipe" you answered and left Hyunsuk and Jihoon alone. Hyunsuk watches your body until you disappear, he sighs.

"new recipe my ass" he curses under her breath making Jihoon raised his head and smirk

"are you, perhaps jealous?" he asked, he didn't sleep, he only put his head on the table.

"what? me? no way!" he denied

"really? okay, so I want to confess to her" Jihoon said, giving hyunsuk a sly smile.

"what!? no Jihoon you can't" Hyunsuk warned, his sharp glance at Jihoon would cut something but not to Jihoon. He laughed and push Hyunsuk making him almost fell from his chair

"why? because you like her?" he asked

Hyunsuk gulped.

".... sort of"

Jihoon chuckled 

"you idiot, she is not my type! I was just testing you" he said

"since you know, please keep this secret—"

"she already fucking knew hyunsuk"

Hyunsuk froze

How? how did you know? he kept this secret since the first time he met you. he didn't even tell Jihoon about this?

"you stupid drunk ass call her and confess to her" he explained, shaking his head at how stupid his best friend is

"did— how did she respond?" Hyunsuk asked

Jihoon shrugged

"he called me asked me if you're with me and I said yes and I hang up."

Hyunsuk sighed, how could he be so stupid?!

But you look normal the next day? you act as nothing happen or you keep this from him for not wanting to make both of them uncomfortable?

+.*

Lunchtime is a favorite time for Jihoon, he dragged you and Hyunsuk to the campus's canteen to eat his pizza.

"and now he left us after reunited with his pizza," you said, rolling your eyes at Jihoon.

"let's go Hyunsuk, we sit here" you dragged the boy to sit at the small table at the canteen. Hyunsuk’s silence making you feel a little uncomfortable. Did he sick? but he was fine this morning. He has never been this quiet

"Hyunsuk are you okay?" You asked, You raised your brows. Hyunsuk sighed and take a look at Jihoon who at the pizza corner, Jihoon would be there for a few minutes, enough for him to clear the misunderstanding between both of you.

"remember I drunk that night?" he asked

You slowly nodded, praying in your heart, for him to not remember anything

"I called you and—"

"oh! don't worry about that, I understand that you're drunk" you quickly cut Hyunsuk. You suddenly felt hot although you were under the big roof.

"no y/n, i-i've been falling in love with you since the first day we met"

You froze

He what?

"Hyunsuk..."

"I know, I know this is so sudden and I just want to clear the misunderstanding, the call, may confuse you, and I'm trying to clear that. I hope we still befriend after this" he said, too fast luckily you can catch all of the words that he said.

"I want to kiss you right now" you smiled, you couldn't hide how excited you are!

Hyunsuk giggled, not expecting this reaction from you.

"do it then"

You lean forward to kiss hyunsuk but Jihoon’s sudden appearance making both of you guys automatically distance yourself.

"how gross I have to be the third wheeler of this date" he rolled his eyes.

#treasure imagines #treasure scenario #choi hyunsuk #hyunsuk imagines #hyunsuk scenario #treasure hyunsuk

[darkverrmin]

Drunk Confessions

Jaskier got so drunk one time that Geralt needed to carry him to their room.

Jaskier loved that.

So one day he gets drunk again and feels brave enough to reach out for Geralt, sitting beside him.

"I'm drunk".

Geralt remains still. "Oh, really? Haven't noticed".

"Carry me".

The Witcher raises his eyebrows in amusement. "What?"

Jaskier pouts, which Geralt secretly thinks that's an adorable look on him. "I'm tired and I can barely walk. So please carry me to our room".

"You're not that drun-".

"Geraaaalt".

"Stop it".

"Fine, then I'll stay and drink more, until I throw up".

Geralt winces. Not again. He stands up, rolling his eyes. "Fine".

Jaskier basically throws himself on him, Geralt picking him up like he's his damned bride.

Geralt takes them upstairs, Jaskier buries his face in the Witcher's hair, humming something drunkenly. Geralt can barely stop himself from laughing.

He reaches their room, entering and throwing Jaskier onto the bed. Jaskier stretches his body, folding his arms behind his head, closing his eyes. He smiles lazily. He's probably drunk enough, because the next words come out of his mouth without a second thought. "I like it when you carry me like that, wrapping your strong arms around me. I wonder how the rest of you feels".

Geralt stares at him with both eyebrows raised, but he's smiling too now. "Yeah, you're totally shitfaced".

Jaskier doesn't hesitate "Okay, I am, but it just gives me enough courage to tell you how I feel".

Geralt's gaze softens, as he tilts his head slightly to the side. "You don't need to get drunk to do that".

"You don't unde-".

"I know".

Jaskier stares at him with his mouth slightly open. His closes it sharply, clicking his teeth. And then he starts laughing, covering his face.

Geralt keeps staring at him fondly, his smile growing bigger now.

Jaskier turns to lie on his side, propping his head up on his arm. "So, you know? For how long?"

Geralt shrugs. "I guess a few months".

Jaskier nods. "And you didn't say anything?"

Geralt looks at the floor. "I was afraid I was misreading the situation".

Jaskier's body stiffens. "And... You?..." He asks, eloquently.

Geralt looks back at him, still smiling. Jaskier could stare at that smile forever. "I do, Jaskier".

Those words take Jaskier's breath away. He stares at Geralt with wide eyes, a grin spreading on his lips.

"Oh, dear" he finally breathes out "I should've gotten drunk sooner".

Geralt laughs loudly, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He moves to sit on the bed beside the lying bard and takes one of his hands in his. His traces his fingers over Jaskier's knuckles and lifts his gaze to Jaskier's eyes.

They stare at each other silently for a while, both smiling.

Finally, Jaskier speaks up.

"Geralt?"

The Witcher tilts his head to the side again. He has to stop doing that, Jaskier thinks to himself, resisting the urge to throw himself at the Witcher.

"Yes?"

"Less staring, more kissing, please".

Geralt chuckles and leans down, pressing their mouths together. The kiss is soft and sweet and gentle and when Geralt pulls away, Jaskier's head is spinning.

Geralt runs his fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face. "We'll talk about this more in the morning, when you're sober".

Jaskier grins. "Fine. Cuddle me?"

Geralt rolls his eyes fondly, standing up to pull off his shirt. "So many requests".

"Oh, I have much more. I'll try to keep my mouth shut for the night, but no promises. Now that I know that you love my talking".

Geralt lies behind him, wrapping an arm around his middle. He nuzzles his hair. Jaskier can feel the Witcher smiling against his skin. "I do".

Jaskier giggles, pressing himself against Geralt's chest and stomach. "Good night, dear".

"Good night, Jas".

#geraskier #witcher #the witcher #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #dandilion #geralt x dandelion #gerlat #gerlat x jaskier

[procrastination-queenie]

BTS Princes! au Pt. 2 (Maknae Line)

Part 1

A/N: 1) First of all, thank you all so much for your support. I didn’t expect all this feedback, and I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT. 

2) I have some news which I don’t know if you’re going to like or not. I decided to do two more parts for the proposals, royal weddings and finally the pregnancy+ royal babies, because the dating part is SUPER LONG so it goes like this ...

Part 1: general info on the boys as Princes.

Part 2 (Maknae line): How you meet + first date + dating in general.

Part 2.5 (Hyung line): same as part 2.

Part 3: Proposal + royal announcement + wedding and honeymoon.

Part 4: Pregnancy + royal babies. 

3) I wouldn’t really mind if you guys want to drop some ideas for the upcoming parts.  

4) I hope you enjoy this part.😍 and don’t forget to tell me what you think.

5) I am so sorry this took me so long to post because I wanted it to be perfect.🥺

Prince Jimin:

When it comes to the maknaes, Jimin is the most experienced among them in relationships.

He would be the most one to have had many girlfriends, but they didn’t work out.

Jimin met you under very weird circumstances.

To you, it was the worst day ever, until of course the part in which you met Prince Jimin because he made it better.

First, you woke up late which led you to run to work on your feet rather than taking a means of transportation that would have made you arrive later.

You were homesick for a while now seeing that you haven’t seen your family for a long time, which just added to your stress.

To top all of that your best friend had you set up on a blind date that you were not so excited for.

That night Jimin was out with some friends he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Then there you were ...

Dressed in a beautiful dress that somehow made you look outstanding among every person in that restaurant. 

The waiter led you to a table that was in Jimin’s sight.

And it was for two 🙂

Of course, you were here on a date ... what was he thinking!

A beautiful girl like you showing up in a dress like that must be here on a date.

Poor you! You kept waiting for your date, but apparently, he had things far more important than showing up.

Jimin had noticed from afar how you kept looking at the door every few minutes.

He thought that whoever stood you up was a douchebag.

You were intending to call your best friend and give her an earful, but after you order yourself a nice meal because you have had a long day and that guy couldn’t even call to cancel the date and let you use this wasted time on something more useful, so you owe it to yourself to have some good time.

Jimin was waiting a little bit after his friends left as he is always the last to leave out of these places for protection protocols.

He was going to leave but he changed his mind and asked his guards to wait for him. 

“Is this seat taken?” he asked after he cleared his throat to catch your attention.

“It was supposed to, but it’s not,” you said not looking up from your drink which you were sipping on so slowly making Jimin chuckle.

“May I?” he asked again before you gestured with your hands for him to sit.

He knew you were a foreigner because you didn’t recognise him immediately.

“Why do you look so familiar?” you said squinting your eyes at him.

Never really happened to him, but ... he started to panic.

“I feel like I saw you somewhere before.” you were trying so hard to remember where have you seen him.

“Maybe the news ...” he said giving you a hint.

“Are you some kind of celebrity?” 

you were pouting and he was giggling at your facial expression.

“Not really...no.” 

GASP

“Oh my God,” you started freaking out.

“Please don’t freak out,” he said looking around. Even though the restaurant had limited the number of their guests that night for the prince, there were still a few people around which Jimin had no desire of catching their attention, at least not with you freaking out.

He quirked an eyebrow when he saw you slightly leaning over the table towards him.

“Am I going to prison for addressing you informally?” 

The whole thing was so amusing to Jimin, here’s why:

First, you were whispering.

Second, he didn’t know whether you were talking seriously or not, but from the looks of it, you seemed serious.

Third, he was rolling his eyes in his head over the fact that people treated them as if they were some kind of tyrants who punish someone violently just because you did not address them the correct way.

Deciding to tease you because PRINCE JIMIN IS A TEASER.

“in fact, it’s a beheading in this case, but I’ll put in a word for you that 25 years of imprisonment is enough because you’re so amusing,” he said staring you in the eyes.

You were gaping like a fish with wide eyes as your shoulders sank and your face paled.

You knew that nothing would happen to you when you asked him that question, but your overly cautious self wanted to make sure that you were not in trouble for informally addressing the Prince, and you certainly did not expect this answer.

“W-w-what?”

Suddenly, Jimin burst out in laughter over your reaction.

“I am kidding. Please, calm down,” he said still laughing as he put a hand over yours to calm you down.

You calmed down as You and the prince started to have a normal conversation.

Now halfway through the conversation...

“Sooo?” he was looking at you like he wanted to know what went wrong with your night.

“Oh... long story short... I was stood up,” you said shrugging.

“His loss is my gain,” he said winking.

you blushed as you did not expect him to flirt with you like this.

But then again, Prince Jimin was known for being a huge flirt.

Surprisingly, that night turned out amazing.

Jimin insisted on paying for your dinner.

Although he had dinner just a few moments ago with his friends, he ordered another meal with you just so you wouldn’t feel shy and refuse to eat. How cute is that!

Jimin returned home that night with the biggest smile on his face that made Namjoon weary of him, and Jin thought he was drunk.

“You have royal engagements to carry out tomorrow with mum, and you return home drunk like that,” Jin said rebuking Jimin who sunk into an armchair looking at Jin with his mind elsewhere.

“Hyung, I am not drunk,” Jimin said with a big, fat smile still visible on his features.

“He’s not drun,.” Yoongi said as he smelled Jimin’s breath.

“See!” Jimin said giggling.

“Is he high?” Hoseok whispered to Namjoon.

Jimin was acting weirdly after your night out together, which made the boys slightly concerned.

He kept in touch with you after you both had exchanged phone numbers that night.

You treated him as a friend and tried not to expect more out of this friendship because expectations can really bring you down.

Jimin himself was quite confused whether to ask you out or not, seeing that you dodged his every attempt to flirt with you.

 But you didn’t do that on purpose...

It was a worldwide known fact that Prince Jimin has had his fair share of affairs with models, princesses and many other women with his flirty attitude...

So you tried not to take his flirtations seriously.

Prince Jimin is Bold ... okay?

like he will straight out say anything that comes to his mind.

“Is there something wrong with me?” 

he asked one day when he was over at your house laying spread on your sofa as if there wasn’t an army protecting the premises outside.

You looked up from your laptop, putting whatever it is that you were working on, on hold.

“What? Nooo, why would you say that!” you answered his question frowning.

“Then there must be something wrong with you!” he said quirking his eyebrows at you.

“Last I checked, there was nothing wrong with me?” you said in an almost question like manner.

“Then, why can’t you catch on any of my hints?” 

“What hints?” you put down your laptop because Jimin was confusing you right now.

“I have been flirting with you for a whole month now!” he said as if saying that to your crush is as normal as breathing.

Jimin never failed to make you gap like a fish because right now you were doing it for the millionth time just this week.

“What?”

“What do you want me to do more than that? I have been trying to show you that I like you and what’s worse is that you don’t even reject me like you made me doubt myself ... am I doing something wrong or what?”

“How can you be so straightforward?” you were amazed by his boldness.

“I just told you that I like you and that is all you care about!” he said scrunching his face.

“What do you want me to do?” you looked like a tomato right now.

“I don’t know .... maybe start with answering me back whether you like me too or not?” he asked now sitting up and looking you in the eye which only made you blush even more.

“I ....do?” you sounded like you weren’t sure but deep down you were willing to scream YES! I DO LIKE YOU, I MIGHT EVEN BE IN LOVE WITH YOU. 

but, again you were not as bold as Jimin to do such a thing.

“Why do you sound so hesitant?” he edged closer to you to look you in the eyes even more than before as if pressuring you.

He can be intimidating like that ...

You were sure you were going to die out of shyness and embarrassment.

covering your face you answered with “Cause you make me shy.”

Jimin chuckled over your cuteness as he took your hands off your face and held you in his arms.

“It’s okay sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with liking me back,” 

He chuckled even more when he felt how tense your body was until you relaxed in his arms.

“Well, that settles it,” he got up and reached for his leather jacket.

“settles what?” you asked confused.

“I am taking you out on a date tomorrow night,” he said putting on his jacket.

Again, you were gaping like a fish as Jimin left.

Okay, so lowkey Jimin was panicking because in this short period he grew to like you ... a lot.

so, he wanted to impress you.

for the first time in his entire life, he went for the queen to ask her what to do.

“Good afternoon ma,” Jimin said approaching the queen’s desk.

“Good afternoon Chimmy,” she said looking over her glasses as she put down the pen she was using, and looking up at Jimin.

The boys got used to the Queen calling them by there nicknames, so they don’t bother with the face scrunch anymore.

“Ma! what do I do if I want to impress a girl?” he asked with hands behind his back out of respect (cute little chimmy, respecting his mama.😊)

The Queen was taken aback, seeing that Jimin doesn’t usually ask for her advice on dating.

“Strange! you never come to me for advice on dating... seems like this one is special!” she said taking off her reading glasses and smirking a little.

“Maaa,” this was probably one the very few times in which, you,  my dear reader can see Jimin blushing.

And he was blushing because it was now obvious to the Queen that you already have a special place in her son’s heart. 

“Okay fine, I won’t tease. Just stop whining,” she said chuckling at her son. Although they are grown men, they still seemed to preserve this childlike behaviour within that just made her heart melt.

Getting all the advise and help he needed from his mother, Jimin started preparing for your date right away.

So, the last thing you expected was to find yourself on the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in the city, with decorations and fairy lights that could turn any gloomy place into heaven.

“Wow!”

“I am glad you like it,” he said pulling out a chair for you.

“It’s lovely,” you said still looking around.

Jimin chuckling at your cuteness for the gazillion time. 

Just know for sure that you didn’t stop blushing that night.

Jimin was being his usual charming self around you.

Except you noticed a few things that were not in his nature to do ...

Like how he hesitated to hold your hand even though he did it before.

Or, how he would gaze longer than usual at you.

He was trying so hard not to fall out of his chair every time you cracked a joke because he kept in mind how his brothers warned him about this habit of his. 😂

Him shifting or squirming in his place every few minutes when you were both inspecting the starry night.

You eventually caught on his plan...

The little mince was hesitant over whether he should pull you in his arms or not.

he did, well after coming up with the excuse of “wanting to keep you warm,” 😏

he was not confident like the usual.

“Why are you acting so weird, today?” you said turning slightly to face him.

“I am not acting weird!”

“Yes, you are!” 

“Well, because you’re making me nervous,” he admitted.

“What? Me?” 

“Yes, ... I mean you’re so quiet; I don’t know what’s going inside that cute, little head of yours,” he said as you felt him tug you closer to his chest while you looked up at him.

“Well, what do you want to know?” you asked shrugging.

It took him a few seconds of humming to ask you whether you like the date so far or not.

“I love it,” you said resting the back of your head on his shoulder.

“Glad you do, cause I had some help from ma,” 

You suddenly tensed, the queen helped Jimin with this...

sooo.... she knows about YOU.

“You mean the queen, herself, helped you with all of this?” you said turning to fully face him.

“Well, she gave me some ideas,” he said shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Something about dating a prince made you slightly tense.

You could not, still, get over the fact that for the last couple of months, you have been befriending a Prince. Not only that but now you’re dating him.

So, to know that the Queen, who by the way is a good ruler and is considered to be one of the busiest women on earth, took the time to sit with her son and help him plan this out is actually mind-blowing to you.

Jimin sighed knowing very well what you were thinking at that moment.

but he didn’t blame you. 

People always assumed that Kings and Queens don’t usually have a close relationship with their children. It was always and still is assumed that they marry to have children that enable their bloodline to continue ruling, so the idea of having this close parent-child relationship in monarchies seemed to be out of the question.

But he was sure that you would get used to it. I mean he always thought that there must be someone out there who would love him despite the chaos that comes with his life, and he had a feeling that you are this person.

“Sooo, did you run a background check on me before we became friends, or...?” you said trying to change the topic.

Jimin laughing because you’re so amusing and cute.

The rest of the night went on perfectly.

I don’t need to tell you that when the boys nagged Jimin after the date.

And of course, Tae was the first to provoke his twin to get his revenge since Jimin actually called him out on his girlfriend in front of the whole family during breakfast, before.

“Does mum and dad know about this?” Tae wiggled his eyebrows at Jimin.

“Yeah don’t worry Taetae, mum knows and I am sure she told dad,” Jimin said smirking at Tae.

“When are you going to introduce us?” Hoseok asked 

“You sound like mun when she gets excited when we see someone,” Yoongi said eyeing Hoseok weirdly.

“I am sorry fellas, but as you all know,” he got up and put his hand over Jimin’s shoulder as he continued, “ ... I and Jimin are the only ones among you who’ve been in the game for too long, and you know very well that it’s not that easy for us to settle just for anyone,” he said gesturing between himself and Jimin with his hand.

All the boys scoffing at Hoseok. 

“So I am curious to know about ..... the poor girl who is going to have to keep up with you.” Hoseok was laughing so hard because Jimin was hitting him for saying that.

later on, he did introduce you to them.

you came to see how down to earth they are.

they treated you like a sister

The Queen and the King approving of you right away.

“You know, it’s very rare when ma and pa approve of any of Jimin’s girlfriends,” Hoseok would say to you.

“Why is that?” 

“Well, aside from focusing on the girl herself, they tend to inspect our behaviour and judging from it, it seems like our little chimmy is serious about you,” Hoseok said winking at you.

This made you feel special. 

The boys always nagged Jimin around you because he’s such a softie for you.

Like he would have this big ass smile on his face when he looks at you as you speak or do something.

Proudest boyfriend EVER.

He’s also very touchy.

will always hold your hand or have you in his arms when you’re around.

He becomes so sad when the paps try to invade your privacy.

He really knows how they can be a pain in the ass and they would probably be one of the few things that can turn the confident, cocky Prince Jimin into a sad, small baby mochi...

because he wants to protect you and is terrified that you’d leave him because you can’t handle this type of life.

It would break your heart how he from time to time would bring up the question of whether you’d leave him or not because he can’t bring himself to think of a future without you.

So he’d try to protect you from the media as much as he can. 

along with his brothers who face the same problem.

so moving to the important stuff:

If you’re virgin and you intend to keep it that way till marriage, he would be very understanding.

because he was brought up to be a gentleman, not because he’s a prince but because it’s the right thing.

so he wouldn’t push you to do anything you don’t like.

But if you’re not ... then that’s a whole other story.

He would be a total beast ... don’t let his innocent looks deceive you.

loves to ruin you ... okay? 

Loves to spoil you.

like when he’s free, he would drive you to work and bring some breakfast.

he would try to make you feel like a normal couple.

Mostly he’s the big spoon.

would take your opinion on lots of things.

loves to listen to you rumble on and on about things you’re passionate about.

Him reaching the conclusion that he loves you more than he has ever loved anyone.

Prince Taehyung:

Taehyung is the most romantic among his brothers right after Jungkook. 

He thought it might take some time to find “the one” for him. 

He definitely did not see it coming when he found himself attracted to you.

Let me tell you, my dear reader, how you both met.

You worked in different art museums because you were so interested in art history and how artists expressed their emotions through various types of Art. 

How many artists had come up with their own schools and philosophies.

It all amazed you.

And because of that, you were the top in your game. 

You’d guide the most important people through the museums explaining to them everything about the work of art they witnessed.

The hidden messages, codes they call it. Everything. You pointed it out with such poise and passion.

Which leads us to how you met the charming Prince...

being the best in this field you worked with the elite of the society a lot.

And somehow one night you ended up giving one of these people and their best friend, Prince Taehyung, a guide through the museum. 

Ofc the princes befriended many of the boys and girls close to their age from some families who had titles.

(Don’t worry they made sure to stay away from the snobbish ones.)

And Prince Taehyung was no different. 

Lately, he has been working hard. 

To the point that  Prince Jimin was begging him to take some time off. 

He called Tae’s friends to try and drag him out of the palace and do something fun. 

Which leads exactly to that moment of you giving them a private tour to one of Taehyung’s favourite museums. 

He has never seen a girl dress this elegantly (aside from his mother ofc.) 

He didn’t know how but somehow he was really attracted to the way you dressed. Even though it was simple attire, yet very chic.

Not only that but also the fact that you were so confident with how you were explaining everything, very passionate.

He could see the fire of excitement in your eyes as you explained some of your favourite pieces. 

You even told him about things he never knew, even though he came to that museum quite a lot. 

You surprised him.

It got to the point that he was so engaged with you in every statement you made that his friends got bored and decided to excuse themselves and leave as Taehyung refused to leave and have dinner with them.

So they decided to leave the Prince with you alone to roam the empty halls of the museum to show him some more paintings and statues. 

Taehyung realised that he made you stay quite a long time which was really late for a museum to be open at this hour.

so as a thank you, he insisted on treating you to dinner. 

“Your highness, you really don’t have too...” you said as you were putting on your warm long coat.

“No I insist plus I thought I had told you to just call me Taehyung!” he said quirking an eyebrow at you as he wore his long coat, too. 

“It’s not like you meet a Prince every day and befriend them!” you said adjusting the coat and the strap of your bag.

He gave you his famous boxy smile that you swear can make your heart melt, even more, when seeing it in person. 

He got you a table at a decent restaurant away from any prying eyes. 

And that night you both got to know each other more. 

Taehyung knew that he was attracted to you the first time he saw you, but, unlike, Jungkook who asked his girlfriend out on a date just a day after he met her, he preferred to take his time with you.

Ofc after staying out late that night with you, he was met by a smirking Jimin on his return to the palace.

“What?” Taehyung asked query of Jimin’s attitude.

“Nothing!” Jimin shrugged with a smirk still drawn upon his face. 

Taehyung just looked at his twin brother in confusion as Jimin left him, with the same smirk growing more and more with each step he took.

The next morning during breakfast, hell broke loose... 

“Sooo, wanna tell us about the girl from last night?” Jimin said nudging Taehyung as the poor thing choked on his tea.

He was going to ask Jimin how he knew about you, but the queen was fast to interfere in the conversation. 

“What girl?” She asked putting her utensils down.

The king quirking an eyebrow from behind the newspaper he was reading.

“TaeTae went out on a date with a girl yesterday!” Jimin said proudly with a smug look as he delivered the news down the table amongst his parents and siblings. 

“Please tell me it’s not that Rachel girl of the Lee family. She’s unbearable!” Yoongi said wincing at the thought of that snobbish girl flinging herself from one prince to the other, in desperate need to marry one of them. 

Taehyung mirrored Yoongi’s wince as he remembered what she did the last time they saw her.

Said girl thought it appropriate to come to the royal family’s charity event in a dress that barely left anything for the imagination. 

She spent most of the night throwing herself at each prince. 

Until Yoongi had finally told her off making the boys sigh in relief as she ran off in “embarrassment”. 

“Good God! No! not her.” Taehyung said shaking his head as if to fling the horrible idea out of his head.  

“Thank God,” Namjoon said adjusting his glasses and focusing on his breakfast, again. 

“Then who is the girl you went out with?” Hoseok smirked as he swerved the conversation back to its main lane. 

Taehyung glared at his older brother.

“It’s not someone that you know.” He said looking down at his plate.

The Queen could notice her son’s behaviour. 

HE LIKES YOU.

but he didn’t want to show it yet.

She knew from the way he was playing with his food and his refusal to look anyone in the eye. 

The Queen looked over to her husband as he noticed, too. 

“However it turns out ... I hope that you will introduce her to us soon.”  She said picking up her glass of orange juice. 

“Ma, it’s way too early for this,” Taehyung said groaning. He knew they were not going to let him be. 

All of them laughed at his childlike behaviour as they continued their breakfast. 

A few days had passed since then, but Taehyung managed to keep in touch with you. 

You, on the other hand, tried not to think anything of it. Your insecurities scolding your hopeful and imaginative side for even thinking about the possibility that the Prince might be interested in you. 

You thought “Who am I to catch the attention of the Prince?” 

You were not naive, you kept up with the royal families of the world, not only because you were interested but because you major in art history required a certain amount of knowledge about the royal families. 

And you knew that Princes usually marry girls with high status, if not, then to girls who were heiresses to wealthy families. 

And you, you came from a middle-class family. You were not poor, but you were not rich either... You were comfortable enough. 

While your insecurities were feeding off your doubts, Prince Taehyung was trying to come up with the perfect date. 

Until Yoongi suggested the best ideal date ever.

Your heart stopped, it almost did when you found the prince’s guards waiting by your office at the museum.

“Hi,” Taehung said bowing a little. 

“Hi,” you said dragging the word out as you were sceptical of why he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be carrying out royal engagements? 

“Are you listening to me?” Taehyung said snapping his fingers.

“Hmmm... What?” you said shaking your head slightly.

“I asked whether you’re free for the next couple of days or not?” he asked repeating himself with a small smile on his face. 

He may not be showing it, but deep down, his heart was beating fast and his hands were sweating as he clasped them together. 

“Other than work then I’ve got nothing to do,” you said shrugging and moving behind your desk to sit.

“What would you like to drink?” you asked taking a seat.

“Oh, no don’t bother I am not staying for too long,” he said shaking his head and taking a seat as well. 

“Can’t you take a couple of days off from work?” he asked as he scratched the back of his neck, getting more and more nervous by the second. 

“What for?” 

Before he could answer, both of you were interrupted.

“ Y/N you got 15 minutes until the German tourists arrive, what’s taking you so lon-... Oh!” A friend of yours slash your colleague entered suddenly without knocking. 

“I didn’t know you had company!” Your friend said still standing in his place and looking Taehyung up and down.

You glared at him, “Jay, this is Prince Taehyung!” you said through gritted teeth. 

The poor guy was not a native of the country so he didn’t really know about its rulers.

 “Oh! I am ... I am so sorry.” he said bowing slightly. 

He stood there not know really what to do in the presence of a Prince.

“Jay I’ll be out there in a few moments,” you said dismissing him.

Nodding he got out as he closed the door after him as Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.

“So, you were saying?” you asked getting back to your topic.

Taehyung adjusted his posture. He didn’t know what came over him but he did not like that Jay dude. 

He felt like there was something between the two of you, but he ignored it. 

“Can you take a couple of days off?” 

“You didn’t tell me why?” you asked sorting out a few papers before you head out to the group of tourists. 

“I-I-I want to take you out on a date.” He said, quickly avoiding your eyes. 

“What?” you halted your movement.

“A date? ... you know the one where I take out so that...” He was in the process of explaining what a date is, very slowly as if explaining it to a little kid until you stopped him.

“I know what a date is?” you said giving him a funny look.

“So...?” he was waiting for an answer as his legs kept on bouncing out of nervousness. 

“I-I don’t know ... Why?” you said astonished at the fact that he wants to take you out on a date.

“W-w-why!!! What do you mean why?” He asked starting to stutter in fear of rejection. 

“A-a-are you dating that Jay guy? Is that why you’re hesitant to go out with me?” He asked now ready to run out of your office and disappear for the rest of his life because of the embarrassment he was feeling. 

“What? No, I am not. I-I ... I am just surprised that you want to take me out on a date?” You said lowering your head to avoid his gaze.

Taehyung sighed in relief to know that there was nothing between you and Jay.

“What’s wrong with me taking you out?” He asked tilting you chin up so he could look into your eyes.

“I mean .. I am not rich and I am not the daughter of a duke or a viscount. I have no title and I know it’s preferable for a Prince to date someone of status.” You said looking down again.

“What?” Taehyung scoffed at the idea.

“Well, that was in the past monarchies, but now it’s different... I mean yes some royals still stick to this rule but we don’t.” He said explaining to you in hopes of tuning down your fears. 

You gave him a small smile. 

“So, will you go out with me?” he asked caressing your cheek. 

You nodded shyly. 

He kissed your cheek and headed for the door. 

“Make sure to take off four days.” He said as he got out.

“Four days for one date?” You asked in confusion as you scrunched your nose.

“I’ll text you the details, just do as I say.” He said chuckling at your cute expression and giving you a peck on your nose button. 

You blushed, hoping that no one saw that. 

You did take a few days off as Taehyung said but things were getting very suspicious when he asked to pack a small bag for travelling.

You certainly did not expect to find yourself in an airport waiting to board a plane to fuckin’ Paris.

And as we mentioned in the previous part, precious TaeTae supports environmental causes so he refused to fly both of you out in a private jet. 

Instead, he flew you both in first class with the rest of the people.

Moving past that, here’s how the date went:

Tae, of course, respected your privacy and your personal space so he booked a room for you, knowing that you won’t agree to stay with him in one room, and you guys are not close enough to take such a step. 

“There is no time to waste,” he told you.

So, you unpacked and made sure to wear comfortable clothes for the day. 

He was waiting for you in front of his room as both of your rooms were facing each other. 

“You ready?” He asked flashing you his boxy smile. 

Taking your hand in his, he led you to the elevator and down to the lobby.

Well here’s a surprise.

You went to your destination on bicycles.

If you don’t know how to ride one, Taehyung would let you sit in front of him as he drove the bike with both of his arms engulfing you and your back pressed to his chest.

Cute! right? 

“You’re kidding me, right?” you gasped as you saw the Louvre in front of you. 

“What do you think?” he asked standing next to you inspecting your reaction. 

“Oh my God, it’s PERFECT.” you screamed as you jumped on him hugging him tightly. 

“I am glad you love it,” he said hugging you back.

“Oh God, I always wanted to come here since I graduated.”

“Do you know how many masterpieces are in there?” 

You kept on rambling on and on and telling him what you’re most excited to see.

He was so happy that he didn’t focus on anything but you as the two of you walked together hand in hand. 

“This is a painting by Jacques-Louis David. It shows you the coronation of Napoleon at the Notre Dame, here in Paris. It was completed in 1805 and belongs to the period of Neoclassicism.” You said standing in front of one of the paintings. 

Taehyung looked over the description of the painting to find the exact same info that you’ve just told him. 

He smiled at you and...

not being able to control himself he kissed you.

THAT WAS YOUR FIRST KISS WITH HIM

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MUSEUM (and not any museum)

His lips were so soft.

And the kiss itself was so gentle and warm.

and it was so slow as if the savour every moment of it.

he cupped your face into his large hands.

There was something about the way he kissed you that made your heart thunder in your chest.

unbeknownst to you, a guy was approaching the both of you as you two were busy looking into each other’s eyes.

The guy was taking photos of people around the city and he took two photos of you both and gave them to you. 

“Thank you!” you said smiling as he nodded and left with his polaroid camera.

The photos were one of you kissing and the other after you both kissed and were lost in each other’s eyes. 

you smiled as you both looked at the photos that captured a magnificent moment; it was as if there was no one but you two in this world. 

The focus was on both of you as the other people surrounding you appeared blurry. it gave the feeling of time pausing just for the two of you.

They were beautiful. 

You almost spent the whole day there as there was too much to see. 

“I can’t tell you how lovely today was.” You said munching on your food as the both of you spent the remainings  of your night at a Parisian cafe with beautiful French music playing in the background.

“You just wait until tomorrow.” He said excitedly adjusting his glasses and biting into his food as well.

“What? No way. Taehyung this is too much.” you said as the cost of all the things that he did for you today, starting from the first-class ticket to the fancy food you were eating right now, started to haunt you at the back of your mind. 

“Don’t you think that this is too much for a first date?” you asked saddened at the idea that people will definitely think that you’re a gold digger, and that’s not what you are.

He shrugged, “I just want to impress you.” 

“You’re doing an amazing job at it, but I don’t like you spending this much money on me,” you said voicing your concerns. 

You didn’t want the words GOLD DIGGER to be plastered all over the news with your photo accompanying it, giving the people a face to hate on and bully. 

You shivered at the idea of you receiving hate.

Taehyung could basically tell what’s going through your mind. 

“Don’t worry about the others,” he said reaching out for your hand.

He couldn’t really stop your fears because the paparazzi were ruthless, and they would do anything to sell their articles or gain more audience. 

His secretary and his brother’s secretaries have always warned them against the paps. They feed off your mistakes.

One mistake, just one. And they attack you like a hungry shark that smelled blood for the first time in a while. 

All he or his brothers could do for their loved ones is to try and protect their privacy. 

He gave a reassuring smile as he squeezed your hand gently.

“Let’s just focus on our date yeah.” 

You nodded pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

The next day He took you to the “Musée National Picasso-Paris”. 

You were in awe. Literally.

Everything that you saw was either studied through various slides of power points or huge books AND RIGHT NOW YOU’RE SEEING THEM IN REAL LIFE. 

You were going to faint ... you were sure of it. 

Fuckin’ PICASSO. 

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” you said holding on to his arm.

He looked down at you with a smile that almost made his eyes unable to see you clearly from how wide he was smiling.

“ I feel like I am dreaming” you squeaked and did mini jumps. 

“Yeah I could see that,” he said pulling you to him and hugging you from behind as you both stood in front of one of the paintings. 

“Come on tell me about this one,” he said pointing at the painting in front of you. 

You kept on explaining as you usually do, lost in your own world while Tae was completely lost in ... you. 

He was still hugging you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder as he kept on looking at you as you went on describing the details of the painting.

That day you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other (not in that sense you perverts)

I mean, you kept holding hands, he would put his hands on your lower back guiding you through the place, pecking your cheeks every once in a while, you disappearing in the warmth of his arms with your arms circling him etc. 

It was safe to say that you’ve never had a date like that and probably will never have ... because at this point you were sure that there was no man like Taehyung.  

Of course, the rest of the day was spent visiting other museums, having delicious snacks here and there. 

He would literally pull you to dance with him the middle of the street when you both heard a nice melody playing somewhere. 

your arms around his neck as his hands held your waist delicately as you both swayed to the music.

“Thank you so much,” you said looking up at him and into his mesmerising and beautiful eyes as you threaded your fingers through his soft hair.

“What for?” he said resting his forehead on yours. 

“For all of this of course.” 

“Anything for you darling,” he said pecking your nose button.

You smiled and blushed heavily at his cute accent. 

The third day was spent differently than the last two days.

He’d insisted that you rest that morning at the hotel because of the heavy sightseeing you both did was just too much for your body.

So you did, you almost slept in most of the day until there was a knock at your door.

“Good afternoon Miss. His royal highness has ordered this for you, and he has requested that you’d be ready by seven o’clock.” A waiter said as he rolled a small table into your room left immediately afterwards. 

You didn’t really understand what was going on seeing as you just woke up.

So you decided to freshen up first.

Walking up to the small table you found that Taehyung has ordered you a small snack, a vase of flowers accompanied by a handwritten note.

“Be ready by Seven o’clock, love. enjoy your food and wear something fancy for tonight.” 

It was still half-past two when you woke up so you decided to eat while you watched the T.V.

Slept some more cause why not.

After that, you decided to get ready, picked out a fancy dress with your favourite heels.

You were clipping your earrings when you heard a knock on your door at seven o ‘clock on the dot. 

“Oh!” you gasped as you were met by a beautiful bouquet of roses with Taehyung hiding behind it. 

“Good evening, jagiya.... ready to go?” he asked handing you the flowers.

 “Yeah,” you said as you took the flowers, and closed the door behind you.

I know this sounds corny, but let’s not forget that you’re dating a prince who can make anything possible... like:

Having dinner in the gardens of the Chateau de Versaille. 

“Oh my God, Tae!” you gasped hiding your blushing face behind the bouquet of flowers he gave to you.

“I thought we could have our dinner on top of the Eiffel tower, but everyone has been doing so lately, and I wanted our date to be unique,” he said opening the chair for you to sit.

You turned around and gave him a look that said: are you kidding me, you talk about it as if renting the fuckin’ Eiffel tower is something that can be easily done.

“I am not kidding, my cousin proposed to his fiancee there, last year,” he said shrugging and taking a seat from across you, mumbling how his cousin’s wedding should take place the next month or so.

“I don’t know what to say!” you said chuckling, still astonished at how such things were so normal for him.

The night went on smoothly.

you then took a walk among the warmly lit streets of Paris, hand in hand.

“ I hope you liked our outings these past few days,” he said looking down at you while his thumb drew small circles on your hand.

“Are you kidding me!” 

“You fly me out to fuckin’ PARIS, take me to places that I am sure I wouldn’t have been able to go to on my own, at least not after I slave myself into work to save up for a trip like this, do all of this for me and then ask me whether I like it or not?” 

“Tae if you proposed right now, I’d say yes even though we haven’t been together for long,” you said expressing how happy he made you feel.

“you would?” he asked seriously, squinting his eyes at you. 

“You’re not going to propose, are you?” you said eyeing him suspiciously.

if you learnt anything from this trip, it’s that Taehyung is unpredictable. 

you never know what’s going on inside his head.

Taking a step towards you, which suddenly made you weak in the knees because of his close proximity and the way he was looking at you.

“No, I am not ... not yet anyway,” he said closing the proximity as he kissed you passionately.

What? was he thinking of a future for the both of you already?

but then what was the point of dating someone if you’re not going to end up spending the rest of your lives together. 

“Don’t worry we still got time to ... think about this stuff.” Taehyung said as he broke off the kiss which left you in a daze.

He chuckled at your reaction.

He started walking, pulling you gently along with him.

Unfortunately, this daze you were both in was crushed upon your arrival back to your country.

Paparazzi got wind of your romantic getaway. 

and the moment you stepped foot out of the airport, both of you were swarmed by a sea of flashing lights.

Everyone dying to see the face of the girl who stole Prince Taehyung’s heart.

Your fears became a reality as you saw the tabloids the following day as some of them stated the estimated amount of money that Prince Taehyung has spent during that trip, but on the bright side...

Other articles were very supportive and excited about you as they somehow managed to get hold of your info. 

They talked about how you were a successful woman and that you already dealt with the upper class of the society before.

Some even went far as to expect you to be the perfect royal bride for the Prince, and how you would be a lovely addition to the royal family.

You tried to focus on the positive ones.

Taehyung was very supportive ... and overprotective. 

Dating him was one of the best things in your life. 

You didn’t really imagine that he would be the type to be touching you all the time. 

But that’s just how it is. 

He would ALWAYS hold your hand.

Give you small pecks, which your supporters found it to be cute.

When he introduced you to his parents, you were collected and calm but knowing you, he was sure that you were panicking on the inside. 

reassuring you through his glances.

And that’s the thing about him, he could just glance at you and know what’s going on inside your head. 

The Queen and the King amazed by your love for art.

The Queen even asked for your help.

“I don’t know if Taehyung had told you or not, but my nephew’s wedding will take place next month.” She said putting her cup of tea down

“Yes, he told me a few weeks ago,” you said, remembering when you had your last dinner together in Paris.

“Wonderful! well, I and my sister are having difficulty trying to choose the best church for him because his bride wants to choose one that holds a deep meaning to it, so I was wondering if you could possibly meet up with her, during your free time, of course, to get to know each other and to help her choose the church. I am sure with your experience in art your choice will be wise.” She said with a glint in her eyes.

“Me?” you asked smiling widely not believing what you just heard. 

You and the Queen were sitting alone when she asked you this favour.

“Yes, my dear I know how excellent you are at your job, Taehyung has told me so numerous times, and I am sure you’d be of great help.” She said sipping her tea calmly. 

Of course, you agreed instantly. 

Taehyung was surprised when you told him the news.

“Really, my mother did that?” He made sure to thank his mum for opening up to you and making you feel comfortable.

You nodding excitingly as he placed small pecks all over your face praising you.

He was over the moon when you were getting along with his relatives.

Taehyung was an understanding person. 

Like if you don’t want to take your relationship to the next level, physically speaking, then he won’t pressure you at all. 

he’d be so understanding and he was happy with whatever you gave him, really. 

Not once did he pressure you, unlike past lover who tried to do so. 

But ... if you’re willing to move on to the next level.

then you should know that Tae is a very passionate and gentle lover.

definitely would be the kind to hold hands while making sweet love to you. 

He won’t do anything wild unless you’re both on the same page. 

Or when he’s jealous.

Remember that Jay guy from your work.

Taehyung doesn’t really like him especially when he visits you at work to see him eyeing in a way that infuriates him. 

Then I am sorry to tell you that you’d take the rest of the week off from your work because you’d be unable to walk properly.

Taehyung was not possessive, okay? He just doesn’t like the fact that at any moment you can walk out on him. 

It was something that all of the boys suffered from, especially when Hoseok himself has experienced such a thing when his girlfriend left him so that she could live a normal life. 

Speaking of his brothers, they enjoyed your company.

loved telling you all about Taehyung’s embarrassing moments. 

kept teasing him about that small polaroid photo of you both in Paris that he keeps in his wallet.

Him screaming and pouting childishly for them to stop with their abuse. 

“Baby, don’t listen to what they’re saying,” he said pouting at you.

And who were you to make fun of him when he was pouting at you like THAT. 

You were a sucker for him. 

And he was whipped for you. 

Him hiding in the crook of your neck to hide his blushing face. 

You giving the boys a Look to stop teasing him.

“Whatever you two love birds!” Jimin commenting, making Taehyung fire back at him. 

“You’re jealous because you don’t have a loving girlfriend like mine.” He said tightening his hold on you.

Both of them tackling each other to the floor. 

Jungkook clapping excitedly next to you as he watched his older brothers banter.

Yoongi asking you why you agreed to date a moron in the first place.

All in all the boys definitely treated you as a sister.

They could see how you made their precious TaeTae happy.

Let’s talk about Tannie, shall we? 

Tae would gift you Tannie on your first anniversary after you had expressed your desire to have a pet. 

YOU LOVED TANNIE (I mean how could you not)

Both of you being Tannie’s parents.

Tannie being protective over you even though he’s so smol and won’t probably be able to save you in case something happened, still he barks like a pitbull at anything that he thinks might be a danger to you.

Taehyung telling Tannie to bark at any man who tries to approach or flirt with you.

You laughing because he’s being a dork.

Tannie sleeping with you both in bed like a baby. 

Prince Jungkook:

Jungkook never thought that he would meet the love of his life while on a royal engagement. 

He met you when he was scheduled to promote the games he was launching in an event at your university. 

Looking back on that day, all he could focus on that day was you. 

You were so bold.

Like how you barged into the lecture hall, apologising to your professor for being late.

Which was a first for you.

As you barged in, you didn’t take notice of the young Prince standing next to your Professor who was shooting you daggers for not acknowledging the Prince.

Before running to your seat...

“Y/N!!!” your professor called and you could feel the irritation in his voice. 

Turning back v e r y slowly with a wince on your face... “Yes, Sir?” 

You didn’t want to be kicked out of class.

Jungkook chuckling quietly at the scene unfolding before his amused eyes. 

“This is Prince Jungkook, he is here to promote the games, remember?” 

Your professor said through gritted teeth as he tried to indirectly point your attention towards the Prince whom you should have bowed to and acknowledged properly. 

BUT your sweet innocent self didn’t catch on.

Moving your eyes from right to left as you tried to rack through your mind for the exact date of the Prince’s visit to your university.

Scrunching your face you went on and said...“Wasn’t that supposed to take place tomorrow?”

By now you were sure that your professor was facepalming himself mentally. 

Jungkook was trying to stifle his laugh because the whole thing was too funny for him.

Blinking a few times, You then realised that you HAVE to acknowledge the Prince. 

“Oh!....It’s our pleasure that you took the time to visit our university ... Sir?!” 

You were sure that your professor’s eyes couldn’t grow any wider as you felt that they may fall out of there sockets any moment now. 

You were supposed to address Jungkook with your highness, not sir. 

You tucked slightly on your (y/fav./c) headphones, which Jungkook assumed to be your favourite colour, as your head tilted to the side not really understanding what you did wrong. 

He thought you were really cute.

He chuckled loudly this time. “It’s not a problem professor, you can proceed to take a seat ...Miss?” 

Thankfully you caught on his questioning gaze understanding that he was asking for your last name.

You gave him a small smile as you bowed your head slightly ...”Y/L/N”.

Nodding back at you, satisfied that he got your name.

Definitely had his secretary run a background check on you, just to know the basic stuff nothing too personal. 

Going back to your seat, all he could focus on was ...

the way you were dressed so casually, somehow your style seemed to fit you perfectly and it caught his attention.

How the pen you were using was moving smoothly between your fingers when you were not taking down any notes.

How one of your knees was bouncing out of habit as you didn’t seem to be doing it out of nervousness. 

And finally, the fact that you were actually listening to what he was saying, unlike other girls who were shamelessly checking him out. 

One girl was bold enough so as to wink at him, but he paid her no mind as he shifted his attention back to you. 

And that was how you both first met. 

Returning to the palace that night he made up his mind that he wanted to ask you out. 

But being the nervous bunny he is, he didn’t know what to do, so he turned to the boys for help.

Jin told him to be natural and not to freak out, especially that it’s Jungkook’s first relationship.

And since most of the boys are experienced than him, they told him that it might be overwhelming for you, in the beginning, to be dating a Prince. 

Jungkook then suggested that he asks you out through a text and this was the boys’ reaction: 

 Yoongi sighing in disappointment. 🤦🏻‍♂️

Hoseok chuckling at his lack of experience on how to ask a girl out. 

Namjoon wincing at the thought. 

Jin immediately slapping him (Not harshly ofc, just messing with him.)

“Have you forgotten your manner? Is that how a gentleman asks a lady out?” 

You know how Jin yells at them? that’s exactly how he looked like.😂

Jungkook shaking his head no.

Jimin laughing at Jin’s reaction and falling out of his chair (falling of chairs is kinda his thing, you know?)

Taehyung snorting at his baby brother. 

“ You should buy her some flowers, most of the girls I went out with love it when I bought them flowers,” Hoseok said advising his little brother. 

“Yeah, especially if they hold a certain meaning,” Namjoon added agreeing with Hoseok as the rest of the boys nodded in agreement, too. 

“Don’t wear any of the fancy clothes that we wear during an engagement when you go to ask her out because it will cause unwanted attention, and it might make her uncomfortable,” Yoongi said as Hoseok nodded with wide eyes amazed that his twin pays attention to these details.

“Make sure to keep the bodyguards at a distance from the both of you. you don’t want to freak her out with the number of guards that follow you around!” Taehyung said.

“Yeah, the poor thing might think she’s under arrest,” Jimin said laughing as he imagined the situation.

Jungkook nodded furiously as he processed everything in his mind, and how he was going to plan your date. 

That day when he decided to pay you a visit to the university, he made sure to wear something casual that matched your style. 

He even got you one single flower which was a yellow Hibiscus that signifies delicate beauty. 

something which he sensed the moment he saw you.😍

Here’s an interesting fact...

The day he decided to pay you a visit to the university another guy was trying to ask you out. 

Here’s the funny part ... Jungkook was standing right behind you when that was happening.

But don’t worry before you could refuse the poor guy, he ran away in fear of a scowling bunny standing behind you. 

And because you didn’t feel him creeping up behind you, you jumped in surprise with a hand over your chest when you turned around. 

The first thing you noticed was his casual attire which was really good on him. 

He was silent for a few moments.

“May I help you with something ... your highness!” 

You made sure to address him correctly this time.

“Please, just call me Jungkook.” 

You nodded waiting for him to say what he wanted. 

Jumping again slightly as he almost shoved the flower in your face. 

He was so nervous, so excuse his clumsiness.

“It’s for you!” he said handing you the flower. 

“Oh! thank you, that’s so sweet... But what for?” 

“Would you do me the honour of going out on a date with me, tonight?” he asked scratching the back of his head. 

Why is he so formal? you thought. 

You couldn’t help yourself as you wanted to tease him a little and see his reaction. 

“Bold of you to assume that I am free tonight,” 

His eyes widened.

“I-I-I mean i-if you’re busy tonight, w-we can arrange ...” 

Poor thing was a stuttering mess. 

“No, it’s okay I am free tonight,” you said cutting him off.

He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. 

You giggled at his reaction as you did not expect The Prince Jungkook in all his glory to be this nervous to ask you out. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 5:45,″ 

“And wear something comfy,” He said using his fingers to count the things he was telling you as if he’s been memorising this and didn’t want to forget anything. 

“Alright!” you said giving him a small nod.

“I’ll see you later,” he said slowly backing away from you and giving you a small wave before wiping his hands on his jeans. Obviously to hide the fact that his hands were sweaty because he was super nervous. 

Somehow he made you smile even though he didn’t do anything. 

But it was the little things that made you smile.

Like the cute little flower that was resting between your fingers.

Or the fact that he put effort into dressing as if he’s someone normal and not the son of one of the most popular royal families. 

Shrugging to yourself you headed to the rest of your lectures before returning to your home with a feeling that you’ll enjoy the date. 

..... 

Worried is not the word to what you were feeling right now.

Panic... yes, it’s definitely panic. 

You really wanted to impress Jungkook plus it’s your first date since a while and right now you seem as if you’ve forgotten how to act around a guy on a date. 

And more precisely ... How to dress for the occasion!

Picking up your phone, you looked for Jungkook’s number through your texts.

He had texted a few hours prior to make sure that you’re still on for tonight. 

You refrained from asking him how he got your number because that would be the stupidest question of the century seeing that he’s a fuckin’ Prince and can easily get a hold of any info he needed. 

“Can you elaborate more on the comfy clothes aspect???” 

He replied almost instantly. 

“Wear anything that makes you comfortable, just don’t wear heels or a fancy dress,” 

Well, that’s easy. All you need to do is calm down and focus on choosing an outfit that looks cute on you. Easy.

You finally settled on a nice outfit for the night, and just as you were getting ready to wait in your living room, you heard a knock at the door. 

5:45 on the d o t.

Opening the door you found Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. 

“Hi!”

“Hey!” 

Before you could invite him into your house, you heard someone clear their throat along with “Your highness!”... it was one of his guards.

“Oh, eh Y/N I am so sorry but can my men take a quick look around your place, just a security check!” He said as his eyes gave you an apologetic look. 

He’s annoyed at the fact that he can’t just have a normal date. 

“Oh, no it’s okay,” you said letting them get in and check your apartment.

Waiting by the door you made small talk with Jungkook. 

“You really didn’t have to bring flowers and chocolates, that’s too much!” you said as he handed you said items. 

“Oh, no it’s nothing really. I just want this date to be perfect,” he said scratching the back of his head. 

“Thank you!” you said giving him a shy smile.

“Everything is alright, your highness,” one of his guards said giving him a small nod. 

Jungkook thanked them as he entered your house.

He took a look around your place noting how cosy it is. 

“It’s not that fancy,” you said putting the flowers in a vase and adding some water to it. 

“I think it’s brilliant!” He said still looking around with an awed look in his eyes. 

and it is, Jungkook actually loved your place because everything in it screamed YOU. 

The perfect lighting.

The soft music that was playing somewhere which led him to the thought of you getting ready with some music on. 

And the colour-coordinated cushions on your warm looking sofa. 

Also, your place had this rich, soothing and warm aroma that engulfed him. 

He thought your place was P E R F E C T. 

You smiled at his comment. 

“I’ll just get my things.” you said pointing towards your room. 

“It’s okay. Take your time!” He said shrugging as he buried his hands in his pockets. 

Turning off the music that was playing in your room, you took your jacket and bag, turned off the lights and closed the door as you headed towards Jungkook who was waiting by the door.

“Everything set?” he asked as he opened the door for you. 

You hummed as you smiled at his gentlemanly attitude.

He led you towards his car truck. 

“A truck?” you gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t usually drive this beast around, I just borrowed it for tonight,” he said chuckling. 

“You’re not a serial killer, right?” you asked eyeing him suspiciously in a joking manner. 

“I can assure you, I am not,” he said laughing as he opened the door for you. 

“What about your bodyguards?” you asked he got in the driver’s seat. 

“They will be around, but keeping their distance,” he said starting the ignition. 

“Great! making sure that you kill me without anyone witnessing,” you said sarcastically. 

He laughed at your sense of humour. 

My dear reader, the date was P E R F E C T .

First, he took you to the beach to have a picnic while watching the sunset.

He even let you choose whether you wanted to have your picnic on the sand or on the back of his truck. 

You were even surprised when you found out he made the food himself

“You made all of this!” You were impressed.

It wasn’t much just various types of sandwiches, some fresh juice and a light dessert. 

But you appreciated the gesture. 

“Yup,” he said with a smug look on his face. (Proud Kookie 😍) 

He was proud that he managed to impress you. 

and this was just the beginning of the night. 

He would sneak a few glances at you.

Almost spilt his juice on his shirt when he was staring for too long. 

decided to use a straw so he wouldn’t spill anything. (and so he can stare as much as he liked.😂)

(You know how Jungkook looks at someone while sipping on his banana milk, that’s exactly how he would look at you.)

“Can I ask you something?” he asked as his curiosity was eating him alive.

“Yeah, sure go ahead,” you said biting into your dessert. 

“What were you going to say to that guy earlier? The one who was asking you out,” he asked trying to avoid your intense gaze that was trying to understand why he was asking such a question.

THEN, it hit you... he was jealous. 

deciding against teasing him, you answered him directly.

“I was going to say no,” you said as you watched his reaction closely.

“Really?” he suddenly perked up.

“I mean why?” he clear his throat pretending that he was disinterested and was just casually asking.

He got even happier when he knew that, that guy is a jerk who was running after your friend and when she refused him he decided to run after you. 

“So that’s why you were grumpy this morning?” you asked with a teasing tone. 

“Who? me? I wasn’t grumpy at all,” he said denying, but you both know that it annoyed him that someone else was asking you out. 

You both laughed it off as you enjoyed the soft waves of the sea and how it tugged the setting sun to sleep. 

After that, he took you to a drive-in movie. 

which you got super excited about because you’ve never done it and wanted to do it for so long. 

Poor Jungkook almost jumped in his seat when you screamed in joy as he backed the back of his truck to a big screen.

He was so happy that you’re happy. 

He thought you looked so precious when you started clapping in excitement. 

He even put down a sheet and some pillows so you can sit comfortably, and when you both sat down he put a small blanket over the two of you in case you got cold. 

Would definitely be the kind of guy to make the move, you know what I mean? 

Like he’d pretend to yawn.

stretch his arms. 

And finally, put one arm over your shoulder. 

You ofc realised and chuckled at his cuteness.

Kookie was on top of the world at this moment.

especially when you leaned into him and put your head on his shoulder. 

He prayed that you wouldn’t feel his quickened heartbeats.

He was sure his chest was going to explode. 

He felt your head moving so he looked down at you to see you looking up at him. 

he blushed at your close proximity.

blushed even more when you thanked him for this beautiful night. 

“It’s nothing, and I already told you I wanted it to be perfect,”

“It couldn’t get any better!” you said giving him a big smile.

“Well, that where you’re wrong,” he said as he gently pulled you close. 

“Wait there’s more?” you asked as you suddenly sat up.

he almost whined at the loss of your warms. 

“Yeah!” he said rubbing small circles on your back.

“Jungkook, this too much,” 

“No, it is not,” he said pulling you back to him. 

Afterwards, my dear reader, he got you some ice-cream, and you both ate it as you watched the starry sky, away from the blinding lights of the city.

“It’s perfect!” you said astonished at the amount of the stars that are visible in the dark night.

You are perfect.

Jungkook commented in his head as he stared at you the same way he did when he was drinking his juice. 

“Right?” you asked when you didn’t get an answer from him. 

He hummed while nodding at you. 

You smiled as you licked into your ice-cream and looked back at the sky. 

You really hated that the night was over. 

you wanted to spend more time with Jungkook. 

Ever the gentleman he is, he dropped you right in front of your house, opened the car’s door for you and walked you to your door.

“I had the loveliest night ever!” you said holding onto your jacket. 

“Me, too! I am glad that you enjoyed our date, means I can take you out again?” he asked scratching the back of his head for the millionth time tonight. 

“Yeah, you definitely can!” you said slightly rocking back and forth on your heels in excitement.

He chuckled at your cuteness. 

“I’ll see you later then!” He said giving you a kiss on the cheek and left.

You cursed him for being a gentleman who doesn’t kiss on the first date. 

He told his brothers how well his date went, and they were so happy for him. 

“Oh look our little kookie is all grown up,” Taehyung said squeezing his cheeks. 

Making the others laugh.

“Did you kiss her?” Hoseok asked with a sly look in his eyes. 

“A gentleman never tells,” Jungkook said blushing and avoiding his gaze.

“I tell you what? We raised him well,” Jin said laughing and patting Jungkook on the shoulder. 

The others laughed and nodded their heads in agreement. 

Jungkook spent the night texting you. 

you guys ended up having more dates. 

He gave you a mind-blowing kiss on your second date. 

kissing became your favourite hobby for the following days.

he loves spending time at your apartment. 

Your relationship wasn’t a secret for too long. 

obviously someone took pictures of the two of you on your fourth date. 

The Media went C R A Z Y. 

Paparazzi followed you everywhere. 

Jungkook was afraid that you’d break things off with him because of the pressure. 

especially when people started to criticise your every move on the social media and say that you’re not enough for there Prince. 

Which was very tormenting to you because let’s face it, Jungkook is not called the golden maknae for nothing. In your eyes he is the definition of perfect, so you kinda felt that you were not enough for him. 

Jungkook almost cried when you opened up about this particular insecurity because to him you are more than enough and, he couldn’t bear the idea of you feeling low or sad.

And with his encouraging warm hugs and words, you managed to go through all of this. 

His mother was a little disappointed that she found out that her youngest was dating through the media. 

but instantly understood Jungkook’s intentions when he voiced his insecurity of you leaving him and that he was not sure if you could take it. 

He promised to make it up to her by introducing the two of you. 

which made her extremely happy. 

You never thought in a million years that when Jungkook gets mad he looks like a bull that is ready to kill. 

it happened once when you were both out, and one of the paparazzi dared to take hold of your arm demanding that you “give him a smile,” 

Let me tell you Jungkook was ready to pounce on him. 

Thank God, you are so smart that you know that they’re doing so to get a reaction out of him.

so you stopped him before he could punch the guy.

“Kook, it’s not worth it. They just want to rile you up to get a reaction out of you for their headlines next day,” you whispered in his ears as you tried to calm him down.

“Don’t touch her, ever again. Do you understand!” He said glaring and point his finger at the guy. 

The Palace had to release a statement asking the Paparazzi to stop their assault and not to invade the personal space of any of the Princes’ girlfriends/fiancees. 

When you met the Queen and the King you were so nervous, but Jungkook assured you that they will love you. 

And they did. 

in fact, they saw you as the perfect match for Jungkook. 

The queen was so happy that Jungkook has found a girl who could balance his over energetic self. 

she was sure that he’d propose to you.  

And you loved them both as they treated you so nicely. 

Jungkook would sometimes stay at your place for days and vice versa. 

The first time you stayed at the palace you were overwhelmed. 

But he managed to take to your mind off of it. 😉

Speaking of which:

if you’re a virgin and want to wait till marriage

Jungkook would totally understand

He is the most understanding baby ever... like

when you guys are in the middle of a really heavy make out session.

you can definitely see/feel how HARD it is when he pulls away reassuring you that everything is fine.

he never complains about it. NEVER. 

But... if you’re not waiting till marriage, then...

Prepare yourself for the wildest sex of your life

here’s something that I’ve wanting to say for a long time: ... 

Jungkook is a sweet bunny in the streets, but a wild bunny under the sheets.

LOTS of hickeys ... okay? 

like he doesn’t care, deal with it.

Prefers to be passionate.

would be the kind to hold you close during love making. 

won’t care if there’s photos of the both of you being affectionate all over the media. 

but bear in mind that he’s a Prince and was raised well, so he wouldn’t do anything risky in public. (Unless he’s sure you wouldn’t get caught)👀

He is the best cuddler. 

likes to be both the big or the small spoon depending on the mood.

like if he had had a rough day he’d definitely be the small spoon.

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. 

One thing he ADORES is when you’re needy ... not needy as in horny but like yearning for his warm hugs, small kisses, his eyes looking at you like you hang up the stars every night. 

he remembers that one time when you where having a hard time at college and when you saw him ... you just ran into his arms throwing yourself for him to catch you, and you looked up at him with a pout and said “love me!”. 

HE FOUND IT SO FREAKIN’ CUTE THAT HE THOUGHT HE MIGHT DIE ... OKAY?  IT MADE HIS HEART MELT.

You on the other hand had noticed a look in his eyes in that moment like you’re a small puppy that he must protect at all costs. 

Since that moment, and you both knew that he’s a sucker for you especially when you need affection. 

When you guys are out together, and there’s a huge crowd around you, he makes sure that you’re safe. 

like he puts his hand on your lower back. 

or grasps your hand in his, tightly. 

would always look at you every few seconds to make sure you’re next to him. 

His brothers love you. 

they would be so excited to tell you about all his embarrassing moments as a child. 

The queen showing you Jungkook’s baby pictures that were not released to the public.

You cooing because HE IS A CUTIE. 

Attends your graduation with his brothers. 

like they’re so proud of you. 

Specially Kookie.  😍

Takes lots of pictures of you.

Will spoil you for weeks after your hard work in your senior year.

He would even celebrate with you and his brothers when you get your first job.

Him lowkey being mad that you wouldn’t allow him to help you find a job because you know he’ll use his connections for you if he has to.

A/N: Please do not hesitate to tell me your opinion or I’ll cry.🥺🥺🥺🥺

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Joy Package: Toxic what? (M) JJK

Joy package are stories that consist of 3 main characters which are Seokjin, Jungkook and Jimin. They were in a band called Black Swan, Jimin as a vocalist, Seokjin as their guitarist and song-writer, and Jungkook as their basist.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, SLIGHT reader x female housemate

Genre: Smut, uh slight angst? idek lmao 

Synopsis: It’s your first time meeting your new housemate and you’re kinda a bitch and then just Jungkook.. needs your help on something..

A/N: this story was set back then when you first meet your housemates. Also you can read: Joy Package: Cabin By The Lake

“You’re leaving?”

I was buttoning my shirts when Jungkook woke up, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, Jungkook. It’s almost 3.”

“In the morning???” He panicked and looked for his phone. “Fuck I have meeting at 8pm!”

I sighed and shook my head, annoyingly. “3 in the evening! God, are you still drunk?”

“Oh.” he laid back on his bed, releasing a sigh of relief. ”Thank God. Jin would’ve killed me. We have a new member joining.”

“You guys found a new drummer?” I asked and he shrugged. “Jimin found him.”

“Well, I hope he’s as good as Chanyeol.” 

“Don’t fucking mention his name!” He hissed. “And when you leave, lock the fucking door. I’m going back to sleep.” He turned his back against me and covered himself up to his face with a blanket.

I rolled my eyes, picked up my bag and left.

I finally reached the house I rented, I changed to slippers as I entered the house.

“Ouch, Taehyung! That’s so fucking hurt, slow the fuck down!”

“Just fucking hold it, bitch.”

“Ouch! Stop it!

I frowned upon hearing the sound that came from the living room. Wait what the fuck? Did they had sex in the living room that is so fucking gross.

I huffed annoyingly and decided to just go for it and act like I don’t see them. Ugh, why did my room have to be across the living room?!

I quickly walked through behind them without even looking, disgusted to even think about it.

“Y/N?” I stopped. Shit.

“Or Chaewon?” 

I turned to look at the voice calling me and see a girl with pink hair, standing, facing me. I gave her my fakest smile ever.

“It’s Y/N.” Not intended to sound rude, but whatever, I guess. 

“Oh, hi. I’m Minjoo.” she smiled, pulling out her hands to shake mine. Ew do I have to shake her hand? Her hands probably filth with dick before.

“I just sneezed. Sorry.” I gave out an excuse. I looked over behind her and saw the guy she’s with.

“Oh, that’s Taehyung.” she said as if she knew what I’m looking at and the guy  waved his hand back at me, smiling slightly. I nodded. Not that I really care.

“You guys continue. I’ll just head back to my room.” 

I was taking a nap because my work starts at 7pm when suddenly I heard a knock coming from the door. I tried to ignore it and figure, it’ll go away soon but it has been 30 fucking seconds! I sighed and started to walk towards the door.

“Yes?” Myr voice was kinda hoarse. I glare at the girl who’s looking at me that is smiling ever so happily.

“We’re drinking beers for our first meeting! Let’s go.” Chaewon pulled my hand before I got the chance to say anything and drag me to our shared living room.

“Who the fuck drinking beers at five-” my words was cut by Chaewon screaming, “Okay let’s start! Y/N come here sit beside me.” 

We all sat on the floor together.

“Uhh, I don’t drink.” Minjoo said and I widened my eyes, surprised. 

“You don’t? Wait, how old are you?” Chaewon asked. She looked like she's my age though. I think to myself.

Taehyung laughed when he heard Chaewon’s question and she frowned in confusion. Minjoo looks embarrassed. “She’s 24 but she just can’t drink.”

“Shut up, Tae.” Minjoo hissed. “Yeah I just choose not to.”

“But I thought you guys were playing drinking games before?” Chaewon ask frowning and knitting both of her eyebrows.

“Because he’s forcing me to.” She whined. “But you guys go on.”

“If everyone drinks it, you should drink it too.” I suddenly voiced out and everyone was kinda gasped. 

I don’t mean to sound rude but what is this girl doing ruining our fun? I slightly rolled my eyes and sighed. 

“Yeah Minjoo. Try it once, please?” Taehyung pleaded while making cute puppy eyes.

“You never drank before?” I scoffed. This girl is a loser.

“I don’t even want to try it before.” Minjoo rolled her eyes and I let out a sneer. 

“Why?” Chaewon asked, probably wanting to neutralize the solemn feelings she felt. She looks like she’s scared me and Minjoo are going to fight or whatever. 

“My uncle passed away due to excessive alcohol when I was 12. So, I don’t really find the need to drink those poison.” She rolled her eyes again.

“Oh, Minjoo. I’m sorry I didn’t know-” Chaewon said sorry and she cut her off.

“It’s fine he deserved it anyway.” She shrugged.

“You won’t die by just having a sip, Minjooh.” I said, emphasizing the H at the back, mocking her. 

“It’s Minjoo. And sure yea whatever.” She opened a can of beer, and gulped all of them in one shot.

Taehyung tried to stop her but before he could even say anything, she finished the whole can. 

“Cheers!” she waved the empty can and then burped. Gosh, she’s such a loser. 

I scoffed and opened a can of beer as well and took a sip lightly. “So, Chae. What do you want us to do now?” I raised my brows at her and took another sip. 

“Hmm since we all just met, why don’t we.. ummm play 20 questions?” she clasped her hands together, smiling excitedly. 

“That’s so lame.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Really? Hmmm then why don’t we play truth or dare?” She asked again. Still excited.

Minjoo burped one more time, her head lay on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Yesssss truth or dareeee.. Tae I wanna play truth or dare…” she whined at Taehyung and fiddled her fingers on his face. 

“Well, sounds good to me.” I shrugged.

“Okay so who’s going to start?” Chaewon asked and Minjoo poke her hands to the air screaming me me.

“Okay, Minjoo. You start.” she told her.

“Innie monnie moonie moorie uhh you.” she pointed her index finger directly to me. “I just met you but why do I feel that your bitch energy is too high?” She asked and I widened my eyes. Dang, this bitch is drunk.

“I didn’t say I’d choose the truth.” I fake a smile. “Dare.”

“I dare you to answer my question!”

“That’s not how it works. You’re lame.” 

“I’m lame?? Well, uh you’re a bitch and your black jacket that you wore earlier is so cool and ugh you’re a model and that’s cool too.” Minjoo groaned.

I look at her with both eyebrows knitted together. “Thanks?”

“You’re welcome!” She groaned again.

“I think she’s drunk.” Chaewon told Tae and Minjoo screamed, “No I’m not who’s next?!”

“My turn.” I smirk. “Minjoo. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to fall for your tricks.” She huffed and continued to lay her head on Taehyung’s shoulder. It’s like she’s in her own world.

“Okay I dare you to suck your Mr. Boyfriend’s tongue.” I said before releasing an evil laugh. Oh God, am I drunk too?

Taehyung almost choked upon hearing my dare. “Uh I’m not her-”

“I don’t care. Minjoo, suck his tongue.”

Minjoo frowned. “That is so disgusting.”

“A dare is a dare.” I smirk.

Minjoo shrugged. “Well, it’s better to suck his tongue than his dick. Come’re Tae.”

Tae pushed her slightly trying to stay away from Minjoo’s face. “No Minjoo you’re drun-”

Minjoo cut Taehyung’s words by plasting her lips on his. She palmed both sides of Taehyung’s face, trying to enter his mouth but he won’t give her the access.

Minjoo whined when she failed. “Tae.. do you want me to lose to her? Please..” She whined again. “Open your fucking mouth.” She grabbed Taehyung’s jaw and forced his mouth open and before Taehyung could close it she slid her tongue inside. She took him in the mouth and sucked slowly from the tip all the way to the base.

“Nghn tongue..” Minjoo’s voice was muffled inside Taehyung’s mouth and suddenly she pulled out Taehyung’s tongue from his mouth with her mouth and sucked it. Like, lollipop suck it. What the fuck did I just see?

“Done.” She finally pulled away and wiped her mouth with her palm heel. As if it was nothing to her. Taehyung looked kinda flustered but he tried to hide it.

“Hey boy, it’s your turn.” I tapped Taehyung’s shoulder, asking him to ask questions.

“It's my turn!” Minjoo drunkely screamed. “It’s my turn.. Tae.. it’s my turn.”

“Shit, Minjoo you are so fucking drunk.” Taehyung grabbed Minjoo’s shoulder when she was tumbling to the front. She can’t even find her balance when she's just sitting there on the floor!

“Tae it’s my turn!” She screamed and Taehyung jolted. “Geez okay it’s your turn.” he complied.

“Innie monnie innie minnie you.” She pointed her finger towards Chaewon. 

“Uhh.. truth.” she said.

“Boo! You’re a loser!” She showed her upside down thumb finger at me. “Choose dare!” She commanded.

“No.” Chaewon frowned, shaking her head. Who knows what she’ll dared her to do.

“CHOOSE DARE!!” She screamed again while stomping both of her feet. Oh my God.

“Chaewon, can you just choose dare. This is going nowhere.” Taehyung looked apologetic when he asked her and she sighed.

“Fine okay. Dare.” she gave up.

“Get yourself a love bite from anyone here. On the neck. I want it to be dark purple blooms. Dark. as dark as her heart!” she pointed at me and I rolled my eyes while sipping on another can of beer.

She looked at Tae, cause isn’t it obvious that he’s her only choice? But he won’t look at her. He avoided her eyes and pretended to check up on Minjoo. 

She finally turned to look at me, and I don’t know why it’s probably cause I am drunk but I was smiling at her seductively.

“Come here, Chaewon.” I called for her and she came to me after hesitating for a few moments.t I  reached out and cuppe one of her shoulders and urged her to come closer. 

I gently brushed her hair that’s covering her neck to the other side while tilting her head so that I can have access to her neck.

“You smelled good.” I whispered with a low voice. 

“Uhh.. Thanks..” she said with a shaky voice and I smiled as I traced the arch of one of her eyebrows with my forefingers. “Have you done anything like this with a girl before?” 

“No.. not even with a guy..” she panted. I smiled as my tongue touched her skin, and then I suck, hard! Her eyes flew open as I growled and bit into her. I took one last deep breath before I licked the dark blooms and pulled away. I smiled with satisfaction.

“Yay that was one big love bite!” Minjoo clapped her hands. For a while, I actually forgot that she’s here.

Chaewon rubbed her neck to soothe the sting. “Taehyung, truth or dare?” She cleared her throat. Can’t bring herself to look at me. 

“Truth.” Taehyung replied. Yeah, he saw everything that has happened so it’s a given he would choose the truth now.

“Uh..” she scratched the back of her head. “Oh, have you and Minjoo made out before? I mean, you guys say that you guys were friends, is it with benefits? Cause when you guys kissed earlier, uh… that’s look.. I don’t know.. You have right?”

“Minjoo hasn't even had her first kiss yet.” He pursed his lips. “Let alone sex.” He sighed while massaging his temple. Minjoo is now dead asleep on his lap.

“Wait but you guys just kiss-” Chaewon asked. Wow, I’m surprised.

“Yeah, that was her first kiss….”

“No way.” I don’t believe them. “You guys just fuck earlier, I heard you guys.” I scoffed.

“Huh? We didn’t?” Taehyung frowned. 

“Then why the fuck she sounds like she’s in pain earlier?” I asked again.

“We were practicing for party games tomorrow. I was flicking her forehead” 

“Oh.” I shrugged. “Oh well this turned out great.” I said as I got up from the floor. “It was nice spending time with you guys but I have work at 7. I gotta go and get ready.” I said and before I entered my room, I looked at Chaewon one last time and winked. Just to mess up with her. She’s so funny when she’s flustered.

“I have a meeting as well at 8.” Taehyung scratched his head.

“It’s okay I’ll clean up. Can you help Minjoo to her room?” Chaewon asked and he nodded.

Jungkook: Y/N wya

Me: home

Jungkook: my meeting’s at 8 and im bored

Me: so

Jungkook: fuck r u dumb

Jungkook: i need to get off

Me: jungkook i hv work at 7

Jungkook: so?

Me: use ur hand

Jungkook: do u think i dont try that before asking u?

Me: no

Me: i cant make it sorry

Jungkook: whatever bitch

I rolled my eyes and didn't even bother to reply to him. We literally just did it a few hours ago and now he wants to do it again? I’m too drunk for this shit.

I checked out the clock, it’s half past six. Damn it, I need to sober up. I took a warm shower and got myself ready for the gig that’s coming up tonight.

I still felt a bit dizzy so I decided to go to the kitchen and drink some hot tea and I saw Chaewon organizing the trash cans on the bin and washing the leftover dishes.

“Hey” I said short, not wanting to make things awkward between us. I know it was a game but I was kinda tipsy at that time so I couldn’t really think straight. My inner hoe just came out without I even realized.

She turned to look at me and I can see her dark hickey plastered on her neck. Damn it was so purple. “Oh hey.” She says, still sounded a bit awkward as she looked away, continuing what she was doing before.

I quickly make a cup of hot tea with lashings of milk and sugar. I slowly lifted the cup to my lips as I watched Chawon focus on cleaning the not so messy kitchen.

“Hey Chae.” I called out for her again after a few minutes of an awkward silence.

She jolted a bit upon hearing me and turned to look at me. I could tell that she’s nervous. “Yeah?”

“About earlier, it was a just a dare, okay? I also was kinda tipsy at that time, I can’t even think.”

She quickly nodded. “Yes yes, of course. I’m sorry it was just that-”

“You never did it before?” I cut off her sentence.

She scratches her head and slowly nods. “Yeah…”

“You have so many things to learn.” I smirk and out of sudden, her eyes turned bright and shine. I was in confusion as I knitted both of my brows together.

“You will teach me?” She asked, clasping both of her hands together.

“Huh?”

“Will you teach me?”

“Teach you what?”

“About those things!” She squeals. 

“What? No. What the fuck?”

“Nooo whyy I mean can you just tell me stories and how to do those things. I always wondered how it happened and you seems so pro at it and I just want to-”

“Chaewon, stop.” I put out a hand sign for her to stop talking.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. “Or girlfriend?” 

“No..”

“What’s your sexual orientation?” I asked again.

“I don’t know…”

“Hmm.. find that out first then maybe I’ll help you later.”

“Really?!” She squealed again, excited.

I just shrugged, took a last sip of my tea and left the house. Well, maybe living with housemates weren’t as lame as I imagined it would be.

Jungkook: are u still shooting?

Me: i just finished

Me: so tired

Jungkook: good come here

Me: i said im tired 

Jungkook: come here please xx

I groaned upon seeing the texts from Jungkook. I stomped my feet as I walked to the bus stop nearest and waited for taxi to arrive.

10 minutes later, I reached Jungkook's apartment. He opened the door a few seconds after I pressed the doorbell with his brief and white t-shirt. That’s so Jungkook. I rolled my eyes as I entered the premises.

“Jungkook I just got back from shooting and I haven’t been sleeping-”

“I know! Sleep here please?” He pressed both of his hands together, pleading.

I rolled my eyes. “There’s no sleeping if I stayed here with you. I know you, babe.”

“I mean, yea after you helped me.”

“Help you with what?” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows.

“This.” he pointed down, pointing to the boxer he’s wearing AKA his dick. “Help me with this. I can’t get it up.”

“What the fuck? You called me for this? Just use your hand.” I throw my hands in the air, annoyed.

“I’ve tried it since last night and I can’t. Please baby, we have a party tonight and I need to get into business.”

“Do you know that you’re so disgusting? And no. I’m going home.” I wanted to leave but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his bathroom, shifted his hands under my ass and then set me up on the counter. My arms fell to my sides as he stepped back. 

“Help me, Y/N. I’m desperate.”

“I have no idea how to help you, Jungkook. I mean, it’s not up to me to wake your member up.” I rolled my eyes again, for the 69th time.

“I do.” he says, his voice a little deeper. He removed his t-shirt. My eyes drop, take in his almost naked body. “I think it might be beneficial to us both.” 

My fingers go to the small buttons that lined my dress and play with the top button but don't open it.

He finally kicked off his boxers. My breathing changes as he takes his dick into his hand and starts stroking. I licked my lips as I stared at his dick and fuck I can see it harden few seconds after.

“There.. Jungkook.. he’s up now…”

“Well, yes..” he says, and steps up to me. He slid his hand up my thighs as he opened it wide, and pushed my panties to the side. “I think I need more…”

“More what..” I ask breathlessly, my hips moving, squirming, as my hot core craves for his touch.

He slid a finger into me. “An orgasm or two.”

“Jungkook..” I gasp, my hands going to his shoulders as he fuck my soaking wet cunt with his finger. My eyes slip shut and my lips part as I toss my head from side to side, my hair a tumbling mess over my shoulders.

With his finger moving in and out of me, he then slid his tongue over my bottom lip, and leaned in for a taste. I kiss him back, my moans of excitement making Jungkook’s dick twitches.

I reaches down, takes his hard dick in my hands and he lets loose a loud growl. “Are you hard cause of me?” I ask, and as I stroke him, my pussy grows wetter. He chuckles and slides another finger in, wanting to bring me to orgasm so he can taste me. 

He press his palm against my clit, and stimulate it as his finger fuck me and my hands grip his dick tighter. My pussy starts dripping as he pulls out of me. My hands fall from his cock as he lifts my body slightly and slides my panties down. He tosses them away, grip my legs and widen them even more.

He is desperate to taste me and to make me come all over his tongue. He buried his face between my legs, licked me, put his tongue inside and circle my clit with his thumb.

“Jungkook..” I cry out and a second later, my hot juice spills from my pussy. He growl and lap at me, drink me in, not wanting to miss a damn drop.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” he says as I continue to ripple and ride out the pleasure. My hips move, buck against his face, and when my body stops spasming, he stands and wipes his wet mouth.

“I’m still not done with you.” He carried me to his room and threw me lightly on his bed.

“Take off everything. I want to see your body.” he commanded and I quickly peel the dress and my bra off.

“I wanna fuck you in between here.” he climbed over me as he squeezed my breasts together. He then places a pillow under my head and angles it, so my mouth can take his dick as well.

“Perfect. Now squeeze it together, tightly. Okay baby?” He says, and straddles my body. He slid his cock between my tits, and I opened my mouth when his member’s head pressed against my lips with each forward thrust. He rocks into me, and I swirl my tongue over him.

“Yeah, just like that, baby.” He says. “Show me how much you want my cum.”

I quiver at his words. My tits are squeezing him so tight, and my mouth is doing crazy things to his dick. He thrusts into me harder, faster, chasing an orgasm as I moan around his head, the vibrations going right through him.

“Yes!” I cried out between each thrust.

“Ugh, Y/N” he growls, every muscle his body tightening as his orgasm mounts. “You ready to taste me?”

I nod and he pulls off my breast, slides his hand around the back of my neck and fills my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed and drank him in, but he came so much I can’t take it all. It spills from my lips, and when he finally drys himself and pulls out, I licks my mouth, cleaning the bits of cum.

He can barely catch his breath as he watches me. When I licked the last of his release, he turned me around and lifted my ass. “I always want to fuck you here.” he say, and slide his finger between my ass. He circles my tight opening and inserts his finger inside my butthole slightly. “It won’t be tonight though. It will take time to prepare you properly.” I move against his finger, and squirms on the bed.

He literally just came, but seeing me on my knees like this makes his cock grow hard again. He slid a finger into my hot cunt, and I cried out his name. 

“Do you need my fat cock in here?” 

“Yes, Jungkook.. please..” I say, and he chuckles.

“My dick is hard for you again,” He say. “And this is exactly where it wants to be.”

I wiggled my ass and he pushed his finger in as he positioned his cock at my dripping entrance. In a hard thrust, he enters deep into me and I let loose a cry.

“Jungkook, yes.” I say, and reaches up to grab the headboard to hang in for the ride. He pulled out and pushed back in again. He slid his hand between my thighs to stroke my clit.

“You like that, baby? You like my cock in here?”

“Yes.. I like it so much..” I cry out, and he works his finger in my ass, stretching me, letting me get used to the new sensations.

“And my finger. You like my finger in this sweet ass of yours?” My reply is muffled as I bury my face in my pillow and come all over his cock. My muscles clenched tightly around him, and he can’t believe that he’s coming again. He spurted into me, and after filling everything inside me, he fell over my back.

He pushes my hair to the side, and presses kisses to my shoulder. I stayed still beneath him. Not wanting to crush me, he then rolled over and pulled me with him. I snuggle into Jungkook, and my hair tickles his face. 

I take deep breaths and let them out slowly as my heart rate settles to normal beforeI lifting my face to him, my gaze roaming over him, admiring his beautiful face. “Jungkook..”

“Mhmm..” he coils a strand of my hair around his finger and gives it a tug. “You can sleep now, baby. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for the party.”

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[twistedcharismaaa]

The Red Door Pt. 8 “Opened”

Summary: You and Erik have a lot of shared history together but because of recent events you’re scared that you’re going to lose your best friend. Maybe he’s still there … behind that red door?

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! It’s a been a long time coming with this story! It will be coming to an end soon. I hope you guys have enjoyed the journey thus far! Please leave a comment for ya girl! I love you guys and thank you for reading! 

You sat at your desk and chewed your bottom lip incessantly while blankly staring at your computer screen. You found it incredibly hard to focus on your assignments at work after the gruesomely detailed bomb Erik dropped on you in the middle of the week.

“Marley, I-I saw her head roll to my feet. Marie decapitated her,” he said.

Those words seamlessly replayed over and over in your mind. You memorized the slightest gestures he made as he revealed the naked truth to you. You watched his jaw clench each time the name Marie muttered off his tongue while the scrunch in his eyebrows deepened as he searched for the words to accurately describe how he felt that night. You recalled the pain in his eyes and the heaviness of his voice. It was evident to you that his once light and airy voice was weighed down by trauma. You remembered how his Adam’s apple moved subtly as he swallowed his emotion to better showcase his pride. The melancholic look on his face was heart-breaking. It’s an image that is sadly, permanently embedded in your brain.

In your all-black computer chair, you shifted again. The left leg crossed over the right presently. You pressed the mouse gently to open your email.

“Work M, just work,” you whispered to yourself.

 You began scanning through the unread messages and prayed that you would be able to stay focused for the remaining hours of your workday. You began jotting down due dates onto your yellow sticky notes and placed them on their correct folders that were full of paperwork. You diligently sorted, filed, and organized until you were interrupted by your coworker Giselle.

You watched her beige oval-shaped fingernails drum across the dark wood of your desk. Her fingertips gently stroked the petals of the dark red rose that sat before you.

“You don’t water her enough,” she said.

Your eyes met her light honey-colored eyes as you let a small grin form across your lips. 

“Her? Giselle, it’s a flower and what makes you think it’s female anyway?” you quizzed while chuckling awkwardly.

Giselle was your fellow co-worker. You picked up three things from working with her over this past year. She was quiet, quirky, and extremely observant. You didn’t find it strange that she noticed your slightly wilting rose...you just found Giselle strange in general, but very intriguing nonetheless. She always submitted her assignments a day early, unapologetically spoke her mind, and kept others in check tastefully. She even gifted you with a cupcake and card on your birthday. You admired and respected her. 

“Some things I just know. And since we’re on the subject of noticing things, I notice you don’t seem like yourself today.” Giselle answered.

Giselle wore a white blouse and a tan pencil skirt which complimented her figure nicely. Her braids were a honey blond mixed with a small hint of brown that rested in a neat high bun. Her braids seemed to enhance her natural beauty. Her full lips were painted with dark red lipstick and she wore gold stud earrings.

“I’m just tired. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” you sighed while massaging your left temple.

“Can I be frank with you?” Giselle questioned with an ever-growing smirk on her face.

“I’d rather you no-”

“You need a night out. Come hang out with me tonight. Please?” she begged.

“That’s not what I thought you were going to say.” you chuckled.

“Oh, I know. You thought I was going to say you need some d-” 

“Giselle!” you whispered somewhat aggressively.

You watched Giselle cover her mouth and giggle to herself.

“Well, is that a yes or a yes?” she quizzed.

“It’s a yes.” you sighed.

“Good! I’ll give you all the information before you leave today,” she said before leaving your desk.

 You looked over at your rose again. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of sleep or stress making you delirious, but your lifeless rose was in full bloom. 

Giselle stepped outside to make a brief phone call.

“Mistress, it is done. I will have Marley tonight,” she said.

“Excellent. I trust you know what to do.” Marie responded.

“I know exactly what to do to bring Erik to you,” she answered before ending the call.

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*Three months prior*

Erik’s dreads messily rested on his forehead. One woman caught his eye in the sea of bodies that danced drunkenly in the club. He couldn’t describe her essence but it was powerful and alluring. He thought about how powerless she would look under him as he would relentlessly pound into her. Or how weak she would look limping out of his apartment. After minutes of contemplating, he decided to make his way to the upper level of the club to approach this nameless caramel beauty. He pulled his short dreads into a pony-tail as he walked up the steps. He licked his full lips and stood boldly in front of her.

The woman looked Erik up and down and smirked before biting her lip. She raised her glass to him and started walking away.

“Aye, ma where you going? Don’t act like you haven’t been eyeing me all night,” he yelled.

The woman looked back at him and stroked her long blond braids.

“Do you usually flatter yourself to get women?” she questioned.

“You right, lemme start over. I’m Erik and you beautiful?” he asked while rubbing his thumb over her arm.

The woman watched Erik caress her arm and pulled it back swiftly. In one touch alone, she felt a great sense of loss and darkness. She looked into his dark brown eyes and received confirmation. She found Erik Stevens who is now known as the “One Who Consumes Life.” So far, he has ruthlessly killed 12 witches in the last month.

“I think you are well aware of who I am.” she spat.

“You mean what you are? I know, I could smell you from across the room. You reek of power but that’s not what I’m here for.” he said while eyeing her body.

The woman snapped her fingers swiftly and the entire club became still. Everything that resided in the club was totally under her influence except for Erik who stood in front of her. She leaned into Erik and reached for the back of his neck to bring her lips to his ear.

“GiGi. Short for Giselle and you should know I don’t fear you,” she whispered in his ear.

Erik chuckled and grabbed her by the neck giving it a firm squeeze.

“Be good,” he said while throwing her against the wall.

She giggled and took his hand off of her neck and inserted two of his fingers into her mouth and sucked them sensually.

“Yo, you’re crazy as fuck. You kinky b-”

“Witch.” she corrected.

“Now I have indulged you, how about you indulge me,” she said while magically forcing Erik into a chair. She tapped the hem of her dress three times before turning away from him. To her command, her dress unzipped and unraveled off of her flawless skin. Erik’s eyes now holding her bareback in his view. If only she would turn around he thought as he watched the dress puddle at her feet. Her long braids covered the curve of her ass making his mouth water. This is the kind of torture he wanted. That he needed.

“What do you want?” he questioned with wandering eyes.

She moved her honeyed color braids to the side showcasing her full ass. 

“I want to know how to kill you. But first, I need to get to the person that you’re working for.”

She took a step closer to him and then another.

She kissed Erik’s lips softly and straddled him boldly. She grinded into his erection carelessly, fearlessly. 

“I can’t be killed,” he whispered watching her wind into him. His eyes following the rhythm of her hips. 

“Maybe not. But you can be freed,” she said while kissing on his neck.

She fed off of his arousal. With each touch, kiss, rub, and lick she gathered more information. The saying is true, actions do speak louder than words. She decided to free him from her spell so he could engage more deeply. She was almost there, she just had to dig a little deeper.

“Freed?” he asked while cupping her ass and smacking it. 

“Don’t be fucking with me,” he warned as his eyes turned pitch black.

“Enter me, and I’ll tell you everything you need to know,” she said slyly.

Erik did just that. He slammed into her like a crashing wave against the shore. He felt his dick drowning in her tidal waves. Her screams were purely sinful which complemented his devilish grunts. Erik had a plan of his own. He wanted Giselle to read him. He wanted her to see everything. He didn’t know why and he couldn’t explain it. He looked at her and saw hope. It wasn’t her attraction or her power that pulled him in. But her light. 

Giselle grabbed a hold of his face and looked at him with satisfaction.

“Ah, now I understand,” she said breathlessly.

“What you see?” he asked.

“The daughter of the Great Mother and that she’s coming back for her son. There’s a great spell on you Erik. It is blocking you from seeing the full truth. I will find her so you can be free. But you must do one thing for me.” she said while caressing his face.

“I don’t trust you. I just wanted to fuck you. I did that.” he said while pushing her off of his lap. 

Giselle snickered.

“I think it’s me that did the fucking,” she said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he said while pulling a knife out of the sleeve of his shirt and pointing it at her.

“Marley is such a pretty name.” she spat.

Erik lodged at her aiming for her throat. Giselle quickly moved to the side and dodged every jab and punch that he threw at her. She laughed at his feeble attempts and smiled at him tauntingly. She clapped her hands three times and the party resumed. Time was no longer frozen in the club. 

Giselle used her magic and pulled the blade from Erik’s hand. She forced the knife into his side secretly as others crowded their space with drunken laughter and sensual swaying bodies.

“She is your salvation. Your freedom. You’ll see in time. Oh! And before I forget, this is for my fallen sisters and brothers. I hope it stings like a witch.” she said while twisting the knife into his flesh.

 Giselle danced her way into the crowd and blew a kiss to Erik who was left crouched down on the floor. He pulled the knife from his side and tossed it on the floor. Erik realized that it had been 6 months too long. Maybe Giselle was right? Maybe Marley is the key to it all or maybe she was just a crazy bitch. Erik stood slowly planting both feet on the floor firmly. Either way, it was time for him to see her. It was time for him to open his red door. 

Giselle left the club knowing everything. Erik Stevens was the son of death and life making him the most powerful being to ever walk the earth. The spell on Erik was great but she knew something greater. The love that Erik had for Marley. Marley is the key to unlocking Erik’s true power, his true destiny. In an appointed time, she will fuel him to end the Sons of Feu (fire).

“Marley here I come baby,” she whispered to herself.

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Part 7 Part 9

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[drun-in-a-million]

[ @little-justice And introducing @egan-first-of-his-name ]

Mefnan didn’t look anything like Drun had expected.

Then again, he wasn’t sure *what* he’d been expecting.

The planet was brilliant green, almost emerald, glowing brilliant against the dark backdrop of space. It was also very small, not looking much bigger than Earth’s moon. It almost seemed to glimmer and shine as they got closer. Drun felt his sydark pound. The voice was louder than it had ever been

Ah ahh ah ahhh~

“Mmm I can’t wait until we figure this out,” Ada said sleepily as she woke from her nap. She stretched, her back cracking a bit. “Just to get the voice to shut up and I can finally fucking sleep.”

Drun rolled his eyes. “Like you slept before- Ow!” He narrowed his eyes at his sister and rubbed his arm where she’d hit him. “I am driving you know?”

Ada scoffed. “Don’t be such a baby. You’ve had way worse than that.”

Drun couldn’t argue with that. He was Denivar, after all. Getting kidnapped frequently by various assholes came with the territory.

As they began to approach the atmosphere, the ship suddenly jolted sideways. The lights on the console began to flash repeatedly and a loud buzzing sound was coming from the dash.

“Um?! What is happening?!” Ada demanded, sitting back up in her seat.

Drun clutched onto the helm with a death grip, trying to steer the ship to no avail. It felt like something was literally trying to keep him from completely getting through the atmosphere of the planet. He growled. The voice was so loud. Desperate, even.

Ah ahh ah ahhh~

“DO SOMETHING, DRUN!” Ada shouted.

“I’m working on it!” Drun yelled back.He gave the helm a quick, violent jerk, forcing it forward and to the side. Finally the clouds of the atmosphere cleared, showing a large clearing in the middle of a forest. However, the ship continued to jostle and jump with turbulance, and he couldn’t seem to get it to come back up.

Shit.

“Hold on to something!” He told Ada, pressing a button to ensure they were fastened into their seats tightly.

Ada didn’t bother to argue, closing her eyes and bracing herself.

00000000000000

When Drun came to, he was still in his seat surrounded by rubble.

His antennae were ringing, not helping his aching head at all. He blinked a few times to try and shake the feeling off, grunting. There was something cold dripping down his face.

It was a struggle, but he managed to find his consciousness once more, especially when he began to hear a loud whimpering next to him. “Ada?” He blinked a few more times, trying to focus. Blood. There was blood. And… “Oh shit, Ada!”

For the most part his sister seemed fine, until you got down to her left ankle. It look almost twisted out of place, obviously broken. Something was sticking out of it, and it was covered in purple blood. Ada let out a painful cry followed by another whimper.

Drun sprung into action, ignoring the pain in his head as he quickly unfastened himself from his seat. “It’s okay. You’re okay we’ll find you some help.” He carefully unfastened her seat belt before gingerly scooping her up.

“Yeah, from where, genius?!” Ada snapped, only to cry out and sob when her ankle was jostled a bit from being picked up.

“There’s still people on this planet,” Drun told her. “I’m sure they have to have doctors or some-”

“Stop!”

Drun did as he was told, stopping at what remained of the door to his ship. He found himself surrounded by several people, all with deep blue skin and one eye. All of their eyes seemed to be the same shade of green, while their hair colors varied as much as humans’ did. He swallowed. “Hey, listen...we’re...we’re not here to cause an trouble we just-,”

Ah ahh ah ahhh~

At that moment Ada’s hands began to crackle and spark. Nothing shot out, just a bright glow of electricity around her fingers. A small flurry suddenly appeared above Drun’s head. He looked at the crowd nervously. A few of them had their elements on display, but none of them fluctuated like his and Ada’s suddenly did.

One of the older members of the crowd stepped forward, looking them up and down. He didn’t look quite as suspicious anymore, his gaze holding more of a cautious curiosity.

“Ozynite or Zehara?”

Drun’s brow furrowed. In all his research, he hadn’t heard those names. “I’m...I’m sorry?’

“The Call. You can hear it right?” the man asked. “It happens every so many years, but it can only be heard by the members of two families. So which one are you from?”

Drun shook his head. “I...I don’t know. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” He heard Ada whimper again. She looked like she was about to pass out. “Listen...we just recently found out we were part Mefni. My sister is injured really bad. Can you please help her?”

The group exchanged looks for a moment before the leader gave a nod. “Okay. But not without answering some questions.”

Drun nodded. “Yeah, of course. Thank you.”

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“Lazuroth, huh? You must be from the Zehara clan then,” the man (who was names Brix) told them after Drun told him about what had lead them here. “The head of it, Viggo, was captured for some time back by the queen.” He seemed to notice the horrified look on Drun’s face. “Don’t worry. We know there’s been a new queen in charge for years. We may look primitive, but we just like being more one with nature is all.”

Drun nodded as they entered the village. It was strange, towers of lit up dwellings spinning around the trees around them. The lights were of recent technology but for the homes themselves seemed to almost blend in with the wood of the large, tall trees. Brix led them to one of the bigger ones of the ground, which upon entry looked very much like the med bays Drun had become accustomed to. 

He carefully laid his currently unconscious sister on the nearest bed, where she was immediately surrounded by staff. One of the, a girl who looked to be around Ada’s age, tilted her head. “She’s cute.” 

“Rejika,” One of the older staff members scolded.

“I’m just saying!” Rejika replied. She looked back at Drun with a smile. “Your sister’s in good hands. Don’t worry.”

Drun nodded. “Thank you.” He turned back to Brix. “Could you like...explain what’s going on? You obviously know what this...Call is. But I...I don’t understand why it’s calling us or...anything else you just asked about.”

“Oh so that’s why you’re here,” Rejika said as she began placing an I.V catheter in Ada’s arm. “I was wondering why some strange aliens would be on our planet. We barely get people here for trades, let alone for some kind of vacation.”

Brix sighed, giving Rejika a look. Drun, however, was curious. “So you know about the Call, too?”

“Pfft. Everyone knows about the Call,” Rejika explained. “It’s just that only a few of us can hear it. Ooh! Which clan are you from, then?”

“Um…” Drun turned back to Brix. He had already forgotten.

“Zehara,” Brix replied.

“Really? Sweet!” Rejika replied. “My friend Lumi is from that clan. So I guess she’d be like...your cousin or something?”

Drun’s eyes widened and his antennae perked up. “Really? Do..do you know where I could find them?”

“Oh yeah they-”

Brix suddenly cleared his throat, silencing Rejika. He turned to Drun. “You have to keep in mind that...they may not want much to do with you considering...well considering who your grandmother is. Not to mention the Call comes they tend to haul up somewhere where they can muffle it. The Ozynites are the same way.”

Drun’s antennae drooped. “Well...can’t blame them for that. But...can you at least tell me what this is about. I just...why is my family being called at all.”

Brix sighed. “You sure you wanna know?”

“I’m positive. I...I’m supposed to be here. I just don’t know why.”

Brix looked up at Rejika, as if to tell her to get back to work. She sighed but went to completely focusing on Ada. Brix waved his hands and Drun watched with fascination as water flowed from them in different shapes around them. The began to form that of settings, buildings, people, moving around to Brix’s words.

“Several generations back, our planet was ruled by two clans. The Zeharas and the Ozynites. For years these clans were rivals, constantly finding any excuse to fight with one another. Until one day, a couple of new heads of the family came into power, deciding perhaps it was time to bury the hatchet.

They decided to arrange a marriage between the oldest Ozynite daughter and the second oldest Zehara son. A few people showed concerned, because the bride possessed the most unpredictable and rare element of our kind.” His water turned orangey red and rippled around. “Fire.”

Drun blinked. “Is it really?” He suddenly thought of Addie, and her ability to change flame into different colors.

Brix nodded. “Yes. However, the Ozynites assured the Zeharas that the bride had impeccable control of her powers, and that any offspring the two had would most definitely be strong and powerful.

“At first, it seemed the match was prepared well. The bride and groom got along swimmingly, and it seemed there would be finally be peace between these warring clans. However, it was not to be.

“The day before the wedding, the groom was found burnt to death at the feet of the would be bride.”

Drun actually gasped. Yes, it sounded like some old tale that probably had some kind of meaning to it or whatnot, but that actually had shocked him. He never thought of his sister’s powers as any more or less dangerous than his own. “Did...did she lose control.”

Brix shrugged. “Some say yes. Some say it was intentional. Either way it sparked a battle that lasted for days. The bride herself nearly killed so many people during before finally being subdued.

“Ever since then, even after both clans lost the power they had to time, they have never tried to reconcile again. Not that they fight in the street, persay. But they’re not inviting each other over for dinner or anything.”

“Heck, during this time we don’t see members of either family,” Rejika said, finally done getting Ada hooked up to her pain meds, nanites, and antibiotics. “The Call can be pretty overwhelming. At least that’s what Lumi tells me.”

“That story doesn’t explain why there’s a Call in the first place. Why is it calling? Who is it?”

“No one knows,” Brix replied. “Some say that ever since that great battle that because so many Mefni were slain that day, it created an imbalance and the Call is sort of a punishing reminder of what the families caused.”

Drun frowned. That...didn’t seem right. This couldn’t be just some..punishment of sorts caused by his ancestors. At least...it certainly didn’t feel like it. No...something was calling him to action. He could feel it in his bones.

Ah ahh ah ahhh~

His antennae perked back up and he found himself looking over his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes. “What’s in that direction?” Drun asked.

Brix and Rejika exchanged glances before the girl answered. “It’s where the town of Madej once stood-”

‘Rejika!” Brix scolded.

“Look. I know you old folk like to pretend that any inconvenience will just pass on it’s own, but you can’t deny the way the erratic the weather has been! The rivers running backwards? How it will snow in one place but not five feet away it’ll dry up and catch fire.” She narrowed her eye. “The planet has been out of balance for years because two families decided to just kill one another! And honestly, if he thinks he can stop then, hell, let him!”

“There is nothing to stop. This isn’t some curse to be broken! We simply all just need to be more devout in our offerings and-,”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. You clearly haven’t been around someone when they’re hearing the Call. You ever have to stay up all night with someone while they cry and beg and pray and wish it would stop? Hmm? Didn’t think so.”

Drun couldn’t help but look over back at his sister. She seemed so peaceful right now, asleep and resting. He was glad they’d found people to help her. He was not like his mother. He had no idea how to deal with a splinter let alone a broken ankle. He was suddenly reminded of how she was acting when they’d finally decided to come here. “Make it stop. How do we make it stop?”

Ah ahh ah ahhh~

Drun took a deep breath, rising to his feet. “Do you mind keeping an eye on my sister while I’m gone? She’ll probably be mad I left her, but she can’t come with, obviously.”

“You can’t possibly be serious-,”

“I have to know why I’m here. Why the Call crossed over galaxies and star systems to make sure my family heard it, too.” He looked to Rejika. She seemed like she’d be more help. “I could use a map or something to help me get to Madej. Or where it used to be, I guess.”

Rejika pulled out her phone. “I can give you the coordinates Will that be enough?”

Drun beamed. “That’s perfect. Thank you.”

“No problem!” She shot a quick look at Ada before giving Drun a grin. “So...is your sister single?”

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the ash ridden valley that was once the town of Madej, a young half-Mefni found himself sneaking around the small town he’d found himself in, scouring for supplies and information. He’d heard how feared and mistreated fire users are, so he knows if he’s caught, it could spell his doom.

He had to find the town of Madej. That was where the voice was coming. That was where the answers would be.

He could only hope that his mother and father didn’t become too angry at him for taking off...

Ah ahh ah ahhh~

#[Denivar Dynasty} #(( heh heh heh ))

[queen-of-lazuroth]

[ @perfect-harmonia @drun-in-a-million @k-9-1-1-yes-hello @ly-cant-even @addie-bear ]

Deep underneath the halls of the castle of Lazuroth, lied an intricate prison. One made for one specific purpose. For one specific person. 

Midge wondered why she made the decision to keep her here. Why she’d chosen this instead of killing her. Or letting Addie kill her. She’d killed her once before, after all. Why not this time? Perhaps it was by Togal’s own interference. Perhaps Midge couldn’t bring herself to do it this time. Or perhaps even a part of her got a sick sense of satisfaction knowing that Harmonia would be trapped here, powerless, for the rest of her days.

She was actually kind of glad for that decision, now. Who else could she ask about something like this.

Harmonia Cuppari looked up from the wall, her eyes looking over Midge for just a moment for a far too satisfied smile appeared on her face. “Madrigal. To what do I owe the pleasure? Missing your mother?”

“Not even remotely,” Midge told her, her tone as cold as the room around them, not that the two Lazurothians were bothered by it. Her eyes narrowed. “I’m here for information.”

Harmonia chuckled. “Of course you are.” She straightened up her seating, the chains around her wrists and ankles clinking as she did so. A rare metal called Atlantisian. It seemed to hold property to suppress supernatural powers, like Harmonia’s ice magic. “Never drop by just to say hello.”

“And I never will,” Midge hissed, ensuring her tone was as sincere as it was cutting. Not that Harmonia would care that even after all these years, the animosity Midge held for Harmonia still burned as bright as Addie’s flames. “What have you lied to me about this time?”

Harmonia didn’t seem fazed by the question, even sighing in exasperation. “I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean, dear.”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me, you self-centered bitch!” Midge snapped. There was a crackling of new ice forming around them. “You have to know something. You always do!” She growled, her hands balled into fists. “Why are me and my children hearing singing?!”

Harmonia rose a brow in genuine confusion. “Singing?”

“Yes! Singing! It’s like distant voices. My son mentions it sounds like someone calling and I have to agree.” She took a step forward and glowered. “Why is this happening? What haven’t you told me?!”

Harmonia stared at Midge for the longest time, as if contemplating what it was Midge even said. That scrutinizing gaze. Even now it made Midge want to shove an icy saber through her main heart.

The temptation grew when Harmonia began to laugh, the condescending sound bouncing off the frozen walls. Midge’s eye glowed blue in their fury. She knew no one would question her if she killed Harmonia again, they would never defy her over it. But she’d promised to never let her power go to her head. She would be a good example for her children. She would not rule by fear.

“Well, well, well,” Harmonia said, her voice full of amusement, “I honestly did not think this would be the way you found out. Hearing the Calling like that.”

Midge scowled. “What are you talking about? Find out what?”

“Oh, my darling daughter,” her voice was sickeningly sweet. Mocking. Midge had the image of ripping her vocal cords from her throat. “You’ve truly never even suspected? Never even questioned it?”

“If you don’t start actually talking about something of substance I am going to bury you under a thousand feet of snow,” Midge threatened.

“Tsk tsk. No need for threats, dear. You have the advantage here, remember?” Unfortunately. Harmonia had been trying to figure a way out of this for years, and yet here she was, still trapped beneath her own castle like some long forgotten relic.

If only he were still alive…

“Haven’t you ever wondered,” Harmonia explained, “why it was you could use your adrunel at such a high degree? No Lazurothian has ever accomplished such a feat and lived to tell the tale. It’s not because it takes some sort of great concentration. It’s because it is impossible to do so. Otherwise I would have tried.”

“I don’t believe you. You thought I was going to die that day when I defeated you.” Midge mentioned.

“I did. But only because you never showed any sign of inheriting anything from your father. Up until then, at least.” Harmonia smirked. “Then you got ice powers, and, oh, you adapted so beautifully to them. So easily. You’ve truly never wondered why that is? Or why the majority of your biological children have unexplained supernatural powers? I’m sure you could ask your mate what the true likelihood of a werewolf and a human producing werewolf children is? You know, the weird one with the goggles.”

“Don’t talk about my mates,” Midge snarled. “And what the fuck are you talking about? Drun inherited his powers from me. The twins are werewolves because...Dek was one. Addie...Addie…”

“Seeing where it falls apart, I see.”

“She’s a Jedi. Force sensitive. They can do...extraordinary and unexplained things.”

“I can assure you, different color fire is not one of those things,” Harmonia told her.

“You don’t know that! You’re talking out of your ass just to get your way like you always do!”

“And you are being crass and stubborn as you always are,” Harmonia argued, her tone tired. “I’ve given you the explanation to what you’re hearing. It is called a Calling. I witnessed it once. Couldn’t hear it, but it is quite phenomenal how far it can travel. Only one race can perform it and only its own kind can hear it. They are called Mefni, and they are elemental beings.”

“You’re speaking nonsense and it’s pissing me off!” Midge roared, stomping her foot. Spikes of dangerously sharp ice shot up from the ground. “Why would I, a Lazurothian, and my children, be able to hear something only this one race can hear that none of us have any lineage from?!”

“Did you not hear me mention your father at all? Or are you losing your hearing as well as your edge?”

Midge stared in disbelief. “You really wanna mess with my head that badly? My father was your brother. What does he have to do with any of this?”

“You’ll find records in the archives of exactly one time I left the planet. I wanted a change of scenery for a bit. The events afterward, however, you’ll find were either kept quiet or rewritten as to not expose what occurred. As to not expose what you truly are.” Harmonia’s gaze was intense, a sick glint of victory in her eye. “To be honest, after several years of you showing no signs of his lineage, I was under the impression that perhaps those genetics were nulled in hybrids. However, over the years I’ve seen they were merely dormant, needing just the tiniest of pushes.” A vile smirk appeared on her face. “A shame that I created such a powerful force by pure accident, only to have her turn against me.”

Midge was gaping, unable to put together what Harmonia was saying. It...it couldn’t be true. Harmonia’s ancestors had established the disgusting tradition of the royal family keeping the bloodline within the family. It made no sense for Harmonia to defy it. It made even less sense for her to defy with another race altogether.

No. No it had to be a lie. Just another game for Harmonia to play in Midge thoughts. Midge glared lethally at the woman before her, gritting her teeth in fury.

“You brought that upon yourself,” Midge said, her voice low and murderous. “You brought all of this upon yourself. And I know you’re lying to me.”

She turned on her heel, stomping her way out of the prison. She would not entertain anything Harmonia had just said. She would not.

“You know I’m not, Madrigal!” Harmonia called. “You can feel I’m telling the truth. I bet you can hear that voice even now.”

Midge didn’t respond, not wanting to give Harmonia the satisfaction of knowing she was right.

Even deep down her, beneath the stone and snow, she could hear that voice as if it were right next to her.

Ah ah ah ahhhhh~

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Not too long after Midge had reached the main floor of the castle, her communicator beeped. She answered it immediately. “Addie.”

Her oldest gave a worried gaze from the screen. “I have a feeling that all the calls to my phone from you, Drun and Rían have nothing to do with Christmas.”

Midge sighed. “I’m sorry to say that it doesn’t.” Her brow furrowed, struggling to shove all of Harmonia’s words out of her mind. “You...wouldn’t happen to have been hearing singing...have you? Like...disembodied singing that seems to come from no where?”

There was a pause that seemed to last a thousand years and yet only a second all at once. “I have,” Addie admitted. There was movement on the screen, perhaps of her typing something. “Not only that...I managed to trace the frequency. Difficult, considering apparently I’m the only one hearing it around here.”

A hologram appeared above the communicator of a green planet with four moons. Midge furrowed her brow questioningly, but Addie was way ahead. “That planet isn’t too far from Lazuroth, probably a week by ship with maybe one warp jump.” It was Addie’s turn to look questioning. “Mama...I thought Lazuroth was the only planet with life in that whole quadrant.”

Midge stared at this planet, feeling Harmonia’s words threatening to break down the walls she’d put in place to keep them out. “I...I thought so, too…”

Addie became quiet for a moment, seeming to study her mother. She nibbled her bottom lip, a habit she made sure to keep a secret from any of her subordinates. But around family it was always okay to show nerves. “What do you think it is?”

Midge contemplated her answer. She was not about to discuss anything Harmonia had said to her. It was all garbage as far as she was concerned. “I...don’t know. But all my instincts tell me it has to be a trap of some kind.” Because of course it was. It always was. “Obviously I can’t tell you what to do, but I’m going to ignore it. When they realize we won’t take the bait it should stop.”

Addie looked like she hadn’t quit understood that answer. In fact, Midge almost felt like she was being heavily analyzed. She truly hoped Addie wouldn’t try to drag more information out of her. None of them needed to know what Harmonia said. The idea of them all being part some elemental race was ludicrous, and Midge absolutely refused to entertain the idea. “If you think that’s the best course of action, then I will trust your judgement.”

Midge nodded. “Alright.” Her face morphed into a genuine smile. “I’ll see you at Christmas, sweetheart.”

“You will. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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“Part elemental?” Drun asked after Rían got done relaying what he’d heard.

“An elemental race known as Mefni. Apparently Harmonia is saying that’s the real reason we all have powers. Or handle them so well.”

“But what about Ada? She doesn’t have powers,” Ruby pointed out.

“Yeah, but you said she mentioned that Mom showed no signs until much later in life.” Drun’s brow furrowed. “...What are they calling for?”

Ruby shook her head. “Don’t even think about it. Tomorrow is Christmas! And you heard Mama! She’s pretty sure Harmonia was lying.”

“Yeah but she doesn’t know,” Drun replied. “For all we know it’s a call for help or something. From family!”

“Or it’s another plot to get someone kidnapped again,” argued Rían. 

“Come on! You can’t tell me you don’t want to know what it is!” Drun said insistently.

Rían shrugged. “Bro, I just want a Christmas where no one gets kidnapped, okay? I’m willing to let some weird spectral singing bother me for that.”

Drun shook with frustration, a few stray snowflakes falling from his balled up fists. He made a small growling noise. “Fine,” he said shortly before stomping off.

“Drun!” Ruby called worriedly.

Drun didn’t answer, stomping all the way to his room. It took everything in him not to slam the door, if only because it would alert one of his parents to his distress. He flopped onto his bed and screamed into a pillow.

How could everyone else brush it off like that?! There was some strange occurrence going on and not a single person cared to find out what it was? Where it came from? Why it was happening? Wasn’t his family supposed to be Team Nebula? Wasn’t stuff like this basically their job?!

Drun growled again, taking a moment to stare at his window. The stars glittered in the sky, dancing around Lazuroths rings. A heavy debate began to wrestle in his mind. He shouldn’t go anywhere tonight or tomorrow. Not yet anyway, but he also couldn’t help but second guess himself over whether he should go at all.

After all, the likelihood of it being a trap was unfortunately astronomically high…

Ah ah ah ahhhhh~

And yet, Drun thought, his antennae perking toward the sound.

Ah ah ah ahhhhh~

#[Denivar Dynasty] #✨Future Midge #tw incest mention #(( midge's parents ))

[vixieevox]

New Year’s Flash Fiction - Fiona

The crew and I sailed to Booty Bay to celebrate the new year and we took over the port all night lon’. I still remember Ally and I findin’ a Pandaren brewer who makes drin’s that affect the undead. After payin’ him for a whole barrel of that swill me love challenged me to a drin’in’ contest which I gladly accepted.

Now, I know that ye be thin’in’ that a Kul’Tiras lady like me be comin’ out on top, especially over a little Shal’dorei elf. But let me tell ye that my love be havin’ the heart of the rough and tumblest sailor in her chest and she somehow drun’ me under the table.

Lost count of our mugs at some number past seven, but I remember collapsin’ down and fallin’ into her lap spillin’ me mug everywhere as the Pandaren clapped for Ally’s victory.

I gave me love a look and blew her a kiss, then kissed her tummy leavin’ me black lipstick mark. She gave me a look, knowin’ full well what kinda mood I be in as soon as the buzz of the brew wore off.

“Help me up,” I said to her, so she slung me arm over her shoulder and helped carry me out the room.

I remember a bloke callin’ out to me first mate, “Tossing her in the drunk tank?” - A nice way to ask if she was tossing me in the ocean.

I grinned as Ally shook her head and said “No, I am going to take her to her quarters and make love to her when the sauce wears off.”

I heard a few blokes laugh in doubt, since I seemed so out of it at the time. I clapped a palm on me first mate’s rear and gave it a good tight squeeze. I winked at the nearest chortlin’ fella and said, “Don’t ye worry, I not be lettin’ a little drin’ keep me from me booty.”

Ally rolled her eyes as she swept me out of the room.

#Forsaken #undead girl #undead #fanfiction #World of Warcraft

[fangirlfanwritings]

Carlisle Cullen Request

Can you do an imagine where you’re trying to convince Carlisle to go a karaoke bar with you 🤣

        It was Friday night and all of Carlisle’s “family” had left to do their own thing, leaving you home alone and hyper as could be. You were a few drinks in, the music was blaring over the house speaker system, and you were dancing around in your shorts and one of Carlisle’s old shirts. You turned in the middle of your dance and saw the blond doctor standing in the door frame of the kitchen just watching you with an amused look.

        “Heyyyyy,” you smiled and took another sip of your drink.

        “Hi,” he chuckled and grabbed the remote, turning down the music. “I could hear the music from a mile away.”

        “That doesn’t count,” you dragged your feet as you walked to your mate. “You can hear that far away anyway.”

        “That’s true.” He brought you in for a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “How was your day?”

        “Boring. Everyone left so I’ve been alone since I left work. Only my friends Jim and Jack to keep me company,” you winked poorly. “I’ve been waiting for you to get off work,” you poked his chest playfully.

        “Are you drunk already?”

        “Pshhh, no. But I am surely not sober. And I thought of something fun for us to do tonight.” He could tell from the look in your eyes that he wasn’t going to like it.

        “It’s late and you’re drun- tipsy. Maybe we should just turn a movie on.”

        “No, no, no,” you giggled. “We are going to this karaoke bar I heard about at work today.”

        He groaned. “I don’t think so.”

        “Come on, it’ll be so fun!”

        “Listening to people we don’t know sing poorly does not sound like fun.”

        “One, I will sing and I am a beautiful singer,” you exaggerated the lie, both of you knew you weren’t a good singer. “Two, it’s better when you don’t know anyone there because then who cares if they judge you. And three,” you put on your best drunk puppy dog eyes. “I really want to go.”

You two stood staring at each other, the large pleading smile on your face began to hurt but you weren’t giving in. Finally he caved. “Alright, we can go.”

“Yes!” You hugged him and frantically ran for the stairs. “I have to go change!”

#twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight requests

[zimerstellar]

[ @zimerstellar @little-justice @queen-of-lazuroth ]

Zim sighed. He had not expected his mate deciding to be with a couple who had children to be so nerve-wracking. Currently Dib was tucking in Fox ( who apparently was the son of alternate versions of himself and Dib, and another victim of Dwicky’s collider), while Dek attempted to sooth a rather fussy Drun to sleep. He’d been like that quite a bit. Just as Ada had been quiet and Fox had been clingy. Ever since...what happened…

Zim couldn’t say he blamed them…

“Alright,” Zim said uncertainly, leading Ada to her room. He watched the small girl climb into her bed, “so now I tuck you in, yes?”

Ada shrugged. “You don’t have to. I’m a big girl, you know?”

Zim tried not to laugh at that statement. Fox was several years older than her and even he had wanted to be tucked in. “Don’t be silly, kismek. Zim insists.” He can over and pulled the comforter up to Ada’s shoulders before patting them. “How’s that?”

Ada stared at him for a moment before the tiniest smile broke out on her face. “It’s a little loose.”

“Eh? What, do you want to be wrapped up in it, or something?” Zim asked. “Am I supposed to turn you into an Ada burrito?”

Ada giggled. It was the first time Zim had ever heard the sound. It did something to his insides that was unfamiliar. He didn’t dislike the feeling, though. “No, silly. You have gotta really tuck it over my shoulders.” She pulled the comforter up and wiggled a bit until only her head was sticking out. “Like this!”

Zim rose a brow, getting an idea. He tried to keep his face as straight as possible before pulling the blanket up and putting it over the little girl’s face. “Like that?”

“No, Mr. Zim!” Ada squealed, flailing a bit until the cover was off her face. It was the first time since meeting the little girl that her face looked so bright. Zim suddenly decided he would do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way.

Then, Ada’s face fell, and her gaze wandered off to the side. “Can I ask you a question, Mr. Zim?”

Zim nodded. “Of course you can, kismek.”

Ada shuffled a bit, her brow furrowing. “What do you think the afterlife is like?”

Zim was taken aback by the question. He figured perhaps it was to be expected. The little one had lost a large chunk of her family, after all. “Zim isn’t sure. But, I would hope it’s far better than anything we have here.”

Ada nodded. “I just...I hope they’re okay. Wherever they are.”

Tentatively, Zim reached over and brushed Ada’s bangs from her face. She refused to let anyone cut it at the moment. She wanted to grow it out like Addie and her mother. “You are a very kind smeet, Ada.”

Ada’s tiny smile returned. “Thank you, Mr. Zim. You’re really nice, too.”

“Nonsense. Zim is a fierce Invader and you’ll do well to remember that.”

Ada giggled again, her little nose wrinkling. She was a very cute little thing. All the children the Denivars had were.

“Mr. Zim? I have another question.”

Zim nodded. “Go for it, kismek.”

“Are you and Dib-Dab gonna marry my Mama and Daddy?”

Zim’s face heated up immediately. He was certain he had to look completely bright pink. “I...That is an odd question, Ada. I mean...I’m sure your parents would love to marry Dib someday, but I am not sure they have those same feelings for me.”

“Oh they do!” Ada said brightly. “I know Daddy does for sure. I’ve seen him bring you snacks sometimes and he touches you a lot.”

“Most of the time the touching is to get Zim to be quiet, kismek,” Zim told her with a chuckle. Not that it worked, though.

“Nah. If he wanted you to be quiet he would just tell you. That’s what he does to some of Team Nebula sometimes. And my Mama likes you, too. I heard her talking about how she like your hips the other day.”

Zim’s face felt like it was on fire at this point. “That’s...I don’t think that’s the same thing, Ada.”

“Of course it is. Honestly, grown ups are so silly about these things. You should’ve seen Addie, Chance and Iris. Geez, they were stupid-”

“Alright, my little motormouth,” said Midge voice from behind Zim. The Lazurothian entered the room, readjusting the blanket around Ada. “Are you giving Zimmy a hard time?”

“Nuh uh, Mama,” Ada said. “I was just asking him questions.”

“You’re a sneak, is what you are,” Midge told her, tapping her nose and leaning down to kiss the little girl’s forehead. “You get it from your father.”

“That’s not what Daddy says.”

Midge laughed. “Of course it’s not.” She got up from the bed and reached over to turn on Ada’s nightlight before heading for the door. “Get some sleep, baby girl.”

“Goodnight, Mama. Goodnight, Zimmy!”

Zim was startled by the new nickname, but it also made his spooch soar with happiness. “Goodnight, kismek.”

Once they were out of the room and on their way to their own. Midge giggled. “She’s a handful, huh?”

Zim snorted. “It shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering who her other version is.” He still didn’t quite understand that, but he’d also given up trying to. Perhaps Ada wouldn’t turn out exactly like Addie, but Zim would be very surprised if there weren’t some similarities. “You are rather late.”

“I stopped by to visit my brother,” she explained. “Not Sigi. I have a brother that has ice powers like mine that lives about a block away from here. I...I needed the visit.”

Zim nodded. “It’s natural to cling to what you have left after you’ve lost so much.”

Midge rose a brow. “Those are some wise words.”

“Zim is a wise person.”

“Heh. I guess so,” she replied. “Why did you ask, anyway? Worried about me?”

Zim didn’t miss the teasing tone. “You are the matriarch of this house and you are pregnant with two smeets. It is natural to worry, regardless of what other powers and talents you possess.” Then he smirked, turning to her fully. “Though, it was nice to have such an interesting conversation with your daughter. She says you like my hips.”

Midge froze, hints of blue blooming across her cheeks. “What’s your point?”

Zim took a step forward, leaning in very close to Midge’s face. “Anything else you’d like to say you find desirable about Zim?”

Midge’s blush increased exponentially as she looked at Zim. Her hearts were all jumping like crazy as he practically stared her down. She probably could make a very long list of all the things desirable about Zim, including the scene she just walked in on with her daughter.

However, if there was one thing the past week had taught her, it was that life was too short and that would take way too long. So instead she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Zim was stunned. It had literally only lasted a second, but even so he couldn’t seem to regain composure for a long time. He had not expected Midge to do that.

“Not fun when the tables are turned on you, huh?” she teased. She was still blushing, and she sincerely hoped that that was okay.

Midge’s words helped him regain his composure, his smirk returning perhaps more powerful than before. In a smooth movement he cupped Midge’s face in his hands and gave her a kiss in return, this one firmer and more lingering.

“I suppose not,” he told her softly as he pulled away.

Midge was shocked at the action before she broke out into giddy giggles. “Fine. You win this round.”

“Zim always wins,” Zim said as they continued on their way back to their bedroom.

“Yeah, yeah,” Midge replied. “By the way, Ada’s is right about Dek having feelings for you. I think he’s just...hesitant.”

Zim frowned. “Explain.”

“Well, his brother was a Zim. And, well...maybe it’s just hard for him to differentiate.”

“Zim is not that short.” He’d seen pictures. Glitter Zim had been quite small.

“That’s not the point. The point is you might have to...tone down your own tsundere to get him to realize what he’s feeling. Be a little more...blatant about it.”

“Zim is no tsundere!”

Midge sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought. “Never mind. Let’s just go to bed,” she said, dragging the Irken down the hall to their room.

Zim continued to scowl but made no other arguments, no matter how tempting it was. Mostly because he couldn’t help but see what Midge was getting at. He’d been trying to be subtle due to the family’s grief, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

But maybe, as long as he was careful, turning things up a notch wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

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