#Bunny: “Sorry mads (that her nicknames) were going to stay here and help clean up the mess Courtly made.”

[letstalkaboutit100]

Pt 20/pt 2 of Lizzie's episode (This is after way too wonderland)

Courtly's plan is to have all of Wonderland turn their backs on Lizzie and her family! She wants the throne! *Well she can't have it!* Lizzie thought. "Enough!" *everyone freezes and looks at her while Courtly tries to escape* "All of Wonderland listen! I do love you! I care about our home and our future! My destiny is to become your next Queen and I take great pride and honor in that! You are not all just friends or subjects but my family! I stood by you! I fought for and with you! You all know me! You all know that I'm still just a kid with dreams of my own! Wonderland will always be my home and its welfare is my first priority! You all know that I am WAY too young to become Queen now! My mother is still in excellent health! I have so many things I want to do before I become your Queen! Just because I don't want to now doesn't mean I don't want to ever! It's a lot of pressure but I promise just as I have just sworn *you know when someone is about to be crowned king or queen that makes an oath? that's what she means* to be loyal to my kingdom and all who live here!" "It is you!" *Points to Courtly who somehow still hasn't escaped lol* "Who doesn't care for Wonderland! Who doesn't care for it's people!" "You tired to force me into my destiny early thinking that I don't want to be Queen at all when in truth it's all that I think about! Sure I want to be a fashion designer, but you know what? Who says I can't do both!? I AM following my destiny but I'm following it my way! There may be detours along the way! There may be bumpy roads ahead! But it's all worth it in order to secure Wonderland's future!" *Points her scepter to the ceiling* *Every cheers and claps and wipes tears from their eyes* *Lizzie looks down and has a shy smile on her face* *She looks back up and says while pointing her scepter at Courtly* "Guards! Capture that trickster!" "And take her to the dungeon!" *Courtly tries to wiggle out of the guard's arms but fails* "W-WHAT?! NO! She's lying! I do care! I care for Wonderland as if it's my own kingdom! WHICH IT SHOULD BE! Lizzie hearts and her mother are-" Chase: *Takes off his helmet* "Oh give it a rest Courtly. You're not taking over Wonderland today." Lizzie: "Or ever!" *Courtly looks behind her to Chase with a shocked face* "C-CHASE?! D-did I say takeover the kingdom?" "Yeah, you did" "Oh! Well, I-I didn't mean it! I was just HELPING Lizzie! Yes! I was helping her to-" Kitty: "Oh shut up Courtly!" (I feel it would be funny if they were somehow cousins. Maybe friends but then became enemies or something.) "Stay out of it feline!" "Ok! Off you go!" (Got a bit protected of kitty lol!) *Chase still holding her hands behind her back ushes her to walk forward to the dungeon.* "NO! C-Chase baby! C-Can't we talk about this?! I'll make you a deal! You let me go and help me take over Wonderland and I'll make you my king!" *Everyone says EW! lol* "No way!" "OK! Ok! How about captain of the guard!" Lizzie: "That won't be necessary." "Oh? Really?! Why is that royal brat?" Chae: "OK! I've had just about enough of you-" *Lizzie holds out her hand to silence him* "That won't be necessary because when I'm Queen Chase will be my first choice to become captain. Now take her away!" *Chase bows down to Lizzie and gives her a silly wink* "Yes Your Majesty." LM: "And good riddance!" *everyone stops and looks back to the real Queen of Hearts forgetting that she was here* (She escaped at some point and went to the mad hatters when everyone else was planning on what to do and told them everything How Courtly snuck into the palace and kidnapped her and locked her and up in her own dungeon! And when Lizzie found her Courtly threatened her Mother's safety so she escaped with Chase's help. She also did a funny war cry when her and the other came through the doors lol. She feels like a badass warrior queen to me) *Lizzie runs to her mom* "Mom!" *they hug* "I am so proud of you!" *They have a mother-daughter moment and talk about what she said in her speech and stuff* They have a big feast, talk, and go home!

[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

But Baby Bird

Cheating!Hawks x Reader 

Warning - Cheating! Toxic ass behavior. 

Summary - You catch Hawks cheating on you - and you decide to take him down a peg

Apparently cheating Hawks is a trend right now? And like I’m down... But in my way. Also listen to the glee version of Bust your windows and it 100% fueled this.

Today was a normal day for you. You got off at work, went to pick up something for dinner, and headed home for the night. Work had been stressful. All the heroes at your agency seemed to need a hundred things. And running the behind the scenes of the agency was already hard enough. So you were longing to be home. In the arms of your fiancé. He’s always great with helping you recover from a bad day. 

As you walk into the penthouse you notice a distinct lack of Hawks. Normally he greats you at the door- a drink and hand and a sweet kiss. However he was no where to be found. You don’t think too much on it. You’ve been at the office extra late the last couple weeks and with his hero work you know it brings natural conflicts in your schedules. However the pros boots at the door reveal he’s here. Still he could be asleep. He is one for laying around in his free time. 

“Hawks baby?” You call “I’ve got us dinner.” 

He doesn’t reply. You roll your eyes setting down the takeout bag on the kitchen counter. Starting to set it up. Knowing he’d be grateful to wake up to the meal. You move to grab some paper towels only to catch site of two wineglasses in the sink.

“The fact he can’t just reuse a dish-” You groan lightly.

“Baby bird-” You hear a distant groan. You move looking down the hall to the bedroom. “Oh Baby Bird.”

“He couldn’t fucking wait for me,” You growl, “what a tool.” You move marching towards the bedroom. Clearly annoyed that your boyfriend started with out you. ”Hawks I’m sure I’m better than your hand-”

The scene in front of you isn’t that of catching your partner jerking it off... No instead it’s Hawks balls deep in on of the interns from his agency.

“No fucking way,” You say harshly. Hawk looks over at you. Eyes wide. Guilt filling his expression.

“Love Bird-” Hawks start pulling away from the girl. The intern moving to grab the blankets from your bed to cover herself. Hawks standing and pulling his boxers from the ground as you stared at the scene. 

The emotions flooding over you weren’t deafening. The anger. The sadness. The helplessness. The shock. All blending into an overwhelming mess. You just walked in on your fiancé fucking his intern. The man everyone warned you about proving their point. 

For a moment you don’t do anything. Then you just start to laugh.

“This isn’t- let me jus explain.”

“Explain what?” You ask him laughing lightly, “that you’re fucking some bimbo from your office?”

“Y/n-”

“Fuck off Keigo,” You say harshly, “I’m done. I hope you and your little slut over there have fun...” 

“Babe-” 

You pull away harshly. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” You spit back. 

You left. Wanting to be anywhere but there. So you ended up over at Rumi’s. Your friend giving you the usual break up kit. The pajama, ice cream. The whole nine yards. She tried to cheer you up as you sobbed. You wanted to understand why the hell he’d do that. Why he’d risk your relationship of 4 years all for a girl who’s barely legal. You wonder how long he’s been letting this happen? If she’s the only girl?

“Fuck Keigo,” Rumi says harshly.

“I tried that- didn’t work out so well in the end,” You say slightly amused. She laughs lightly.

“That’s the spirit babe,” She says, “he sucks- but he’s a learning exprience. Now you can go find a guy who treats you right-”

“Or I can burn his apartment down,” You say harshly.

“That’s an option,” She says, “I’m sure you’re dad will love that one. Mr. Hero Commission watching his sweet daughter burn her fiancé’s house to the ground.”

“You think he’d let that get out?” You ask her slightly amused, “man would have that covered up in a heart beat.”

“Well as much as I love the arson- let’s think smaller,” Rumi says, “like moving on... Show him what he lost.... And he lost the hottest bitch he’ll ever see.” You chuckle through the light tears. Moving to wipe them away. “Now no tears- pretty bitches down cry over fuck boys.” I laugh lightly. “Step one to cheering up is get under some hot guy- how’s Zawa sounding?”

“As much as I’d love to tread that wave of daddy issues- I can’t even think about that right now,” You say sadly, “Hawks and I were supposed to get married! I spent our entire relationship defending him from people telling me it would end up this way. I feel stupid.”

“That’s not your fault,” Rumi says, “you love him... Besides you aren’t the only girl who’s ever gotten hurt this way... Heroes fucking suck. Whores... All of them. They’ll stick it in anything that has a pulse- and even that’s not stopping them sometimes.”

“Ew,” You chuckle sadly. She starts to laugh. 

“Bird man sucks- and you deserve so much more,” She tells you, “I promise you that this will only bring you closer to the guy who’s gonna treat you right.”

“Thanks Rumi,” You tell her. She moves pulling you into a hug.

“Any time song bird,” She says. When she pulls back she gives you a firm look. “Now go to bed- we’ve got moving out to do tomorrow.”

“Fine,” You tell her. 

You try to head to sleep. You really do. But you barely get a wink when the sun starts shining through the large windows in Rumi’s living room. Outside you can hear birds chirping. The sound fills you to your core with anger. Stupid birds... Stupid Hawks. You toss a shoe at the window. The birds immediately flee. 

“I know the man with wings fuck you over but don’t take it out on the birds,” Rumi says chuckling lightly. You look back to see her in the kitchen. She’s in her hero costume. Her bunny ears standing tall. “Morning song bird.”

“Ew” You groan, “I don’t want to hear that nickname ever again.”

“Oh come on I called you that before he who shall not be named ever did,” Rumi says, “your mother gave you that nickname. Don’t let him ruin it.”

“Too late,” You say as you stand from the couch. Moving over to grab a cup of coffee. Rumi rolls her eyes lightly at your comment. “I’m going to get my stuff- you still gonna be able to do that?”

“Sorry Y/n I got called in for patrols if you wanna wait here-”

“No I’m gonna go get a head start,” You tell her, “It’ll go faster that way anyways. You got any boxes?”

“No but Aizawa does- and he’s meeting us at yours to help move your stuff,” She says, “I’m giving you another chance to fuck him.” You roll your eyes roughly. “Come on! He’s hot- and before Hawks you would of killed to get under that man.”

“There was a lot I’d do pre hawks - but a lot of thats changed,” You tell her, “so I guess I’ll meet you there?” 

She heads out for work. And you go through the basics of getting ready. You had called your boss to tell them you needed the day for a family emergency. This was kinda a emergency. Honestly you just couldn’t handle needing to run around for everyone else after all of that.

The penthouse isn’t too far from Rumi’s house. It’s a ten minute taxi ride. You stand out in front of the door for a minute. Anger slowly filling you as your mind replays the events of last night. You shove it away and finally open the door. The light of the morning reveals what you didn’t notice last night. Napkins with lipstick on the table. A few spare feathers on the couch. Small signs of the build up. You scoff loudly. Marching back to your room. You’re thankful that the intern isn’t there. Even more thankful Hawks isn’t. You start in the closet first. Grabbing your clothes in armfuls and tossing them onto the floor of the bedroom. Next you move to the dresser. Pulling the drawers out to dump your belongings out. You can hear the soft moans fill your ears on repeat. Keigo calling her baby bird. Something he’s called you a million times. You growl lightly. Trying to focus on getting your things. As your grabbing the picture of you and your late mother you notice a picture of you and Keigo the night he proposed. You were so happy. He promised it would be you two for the rest of you life. You move grabbing the frame. You don’t even know why. But it doesn’t stay in your hands long. In a split second your slamming it against the wall. Then you move tossing the other ones of you and Keigo on the floor. Glass is everywhere. You don’t care. You rip the frames off the wall letting them smash as well. 

You calm down a bit. Moving to the bathroom to grab your stuff. However you catch yourself in the reflection. Smirking lightly as you catch the tube of lipstick on the counter. You uncap it and lean forward. Writing the word ‘Cheater’ across the glass in large red letters. Satisfied you toss the lipstick in your makeup bag then grab it to move it with the rest of your stuff. Next you move into the office. More pictures in frames around the room. You pull the down tossing them at the wall. Not caring about the scattering glass or the memories your destroying. You grab one of the markers from your desk to keep up with the redecoration. Scribbling ‘Whore’ ‘Player’ and other insults across the wall. You don’t care about what your doing. All you care about is the inconvence he’ll have cleaning this all up. 

You move dragging the marker along the walls as you head out to the kitchen. Opening the shelves to toss plates and bowls on the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

You turn to see Keigo. He seems to be just walking in. He’s got his costume on. You smirk lightly as you drop a stack of plates on the ground. “Oops.”

“Y/n what the hell?!”

“You don’t like the redecoration? That’s a shame,” You say.

“Are you still mad?” 

You don’t answer. Instead you let the teapot you toss at his head answer for you. He barely ducks it.

“Listen what happened-”

You move throwing a mug at him. He steps out of the way and it smacks the floor behind him.

“It was an accident.”

“You accidentally fucked her?” You ask harshly, “oh that’s the dumbest excuse I’ve ever fucking heard.”

“I meant it was a mistake- I messed up.”

“Oh shut the fuck up Keigo,” You growl, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

“We need to talk about this- like adults not throw a tantrum!”

You angrily toss the toaster at him. He smacks it away from him. 

“You’re acting like a child!”

“You cheated on me!” You shout, “don’t give me that acting like a child shit.”

“I’m trying to talk to you and you’re throwing shit- so yeah you’re acting like a child,” He shouts back.

“Fine Keigo - what’s you’re excuse?” You ask him, “what lead you to this mistake?”

“You’re never around and I felt so alone-”

You don’t let him finish. You’re tossing the silverware drawer at him.

“You’re blaming you fucking your intern on me!” You scream, “oh my fucking god! You’re a joke.”

“Let me explain-”

“I- don’t- want- to - hear - it!” You scream in between tossing wine glasses at him. You’ve made a terrible mess of your kitchen. You couldn’t care less though. All you can think about is Keigo standing in front of you trying to blame him cheating all on you.  

“Stop throwing shit!”

“Keep your dick in your pants!” You scream back.

“Did this little tantrum make you feel better?”

“No!” You scream, “you broke my heart Keigo! You cheated on me! I can’t believe you don’t understand why I’m so upset-”

“I’m trying to explain-”

“You’re trying to blame me!”

“Just let me talk!”

“No!” I scream, “I don’t care! I don’t want to hear your stupid reason!”

“Baby bird I love you-”

“HOW DARE YOU CALM ME WHAT YOU CALLED HER!” I scream on the top of my lungs. Anger radiating off of me. “You stupid- fucking- asshole!” More of the kitchenware goes flying. He’s dodging them. Mumbling explanations. You stop. Laughing lightly. He watches you clearly confused. You grab the lamp from the table and toss it straight into the middle of the TV.

“Babe oh my god!”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m done! I’m done letting you walk all over me! Defending you when you clearly don’t deserve it! And I’m done trying to love you when you clearly don’t love me!”

You yank the ring off your finger and toss it at him.

“We’re done.” I say firmly. He looks at me. Tears starting to well in his eyes. Suddenly the anger fades. You just felt numb. Over it all.

“Hey Y/n- Oh my god.” 

You see Rumi and Shota at the door. Looking over the disaster of an apartment. Concern covering their faces.

“Are you okay?” Shota asks, “did he hurt you?”

You chuckle lightly.

“You think he did this?” You ask him, “I’m fine- Let’s get my shit and go... I don’t want to be here for another second.” You move past Hawks over to your friends. 

“But Baby Bird,” Hawks says lightly. You look back to the man. 

“Maybe next time you’ll think before you cheat-” You tell him, “see ya Bird Man.”

[wronqness99]

A Little Too Much - Ch.2

Ch.1; Ch. 2 ; 

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warnings: Violence, abuse, degradation

Inspiration: A Little Too Much by Shawn Mendes

Characters: Jeon JungKook (BTS) X Female Reader

> About my writing

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

Y/N rang the doorbell to Shailene's house and soon after her friend opened the door, looking her in the eye and pulling her in for a hug. Y/N winced when her friend's arms squeezed her, feeling sore.

"Oh, sorry," Shai muttered as she pulled her inside the house. As soon as she walked in she saw Seokjin, Shailene's boyfriend and her best friend, whom she had known since childhood, in the kitchen cooking. He turned around from the oven and looked at her smiling.

"Hi bunny," He greeted, calling the girl by the childhood nickname that he had given her since she used to have a weird obsession with bunnies when she was little. Taking off his baking mitten, Jin walked over to his friend, engulfing her in a warm, comforting hug.

"Hi, Jin..." She whispered hugging him back, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

"Look at your eye Y/N... Your lip is busted! How could you let this get to this point?" Shailene asked, her eyes filled with tears as she took a good look at her best friend's face.

Y/N sighed and buried her head in Jin's chest, trying to avoid answering that question. The same question she had also been asking herself and to which she couldn't seem to find the answer to.

"Shai let her unwind a bit, let her calm down and then when she feels more comfortable, she'll speak with us," Jin said while rubbing Y/N's back. He was so calm it was surprising to the girl as he generally would get really mad whenever he found out that Mark had mistreated her. "Me being calm right now does not mean I don't want to kill the bastard. I'm just trying not to put more weight on your shoulders than you already have and to help you calm down. It's also because I know this time it'll be different. You left for good and we are going to report him to the police." He says almost as if he could read her thoughts. Y/N nodded, stepping away from him and cleaning her tear stained face with the back of her hand. Shailene lead them to the living room, where they took a sit on the couch.

"He's most likely gonna come for me," Y/N states nervously, fidgeting with her fingers while looking down. "I know he will and I'm afraid of what will happen when he does."

"Don't worry about that now ok? You'll stay with us for as long as you need to and I'm here too, so is Shailene and we're not gonna let him come near you ok? I'm sure the police will also help." Jin states comfortingly, a small grin adorning his lips.

"I'm afraid..." She whispers. "I just don't want to be trapped with him anymore because honestly, I was in a trap, not in a relationship. He doesn't love me... I don't think he ever did. I was the only one loving the other part in that relationship and I can't have that anymore, I wanna be loved back! I wanna know how it feels to have someone I can trust at all times, someone that puts me first and that's gonna be there for me when I need him to. I don't want to suffer anymore, I don't want to go through what I went through with Mark anymore." She said, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm glad you finally understood that Y/N... And I know you don't need this right now but I tried to warn you, both of us did but you didn't wanna listen. Your family, they told you so many times he wasn't right for you they tried to open your eyes and all you did was cut all forms of contact with them and move in with Mark. All these years they've been contacting me every once in a while to know about you. You sure as hell were not right in this situation but you can still make things right. I hope you know that and that you actually go speak with them, they deserve at least that." Shailene stated, making Y/N feel even worse and ashamed of her own actions. Y/N knew she owed her family an apology but she didn't know if she was ready to face them quite yet.

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Jungkook and his sister jumped from their sits on the table and ran to their tired dad who had just walked inside the house, trapping him in a hug, which made the older man smile along with the sight of his wife coming towards him and placing a kiss to his lips. They laughed, hearing their kids disgusted noises at their display of affection.

"Welcome home, honey." His wife greeted, leading the man to the kitchen so he could join them at dinner. Having barely had the opportunity to touch his food, the man's phone rang.

"Work." He sighed, before pressing the green button and holding his phone to his face. "Hello?... Yes, sir... House number 42, XX street. Noted. I'm on my way." The man told his superior, writing down the address on his A6 notebook. Jungkook looked up, recognizing the address.

"What happened, dad?" He questioned, worried.

"Seems like a girl has been beaten up, I have to go speak to her." His dad informed. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"But- wha-... Dad, that's Jin hyung's house!" He said, agitated. "Can I come with you? Please?" He begged. His dad looked at him and sighed, getting up and putting his coat back on.

"Let's go, son." The man pressed a kiss to his daughter's and wife's foreheads. "I'm sorry, honey."

"It's not your fault, honey." She smiled comprehensively. "Go see if something happened with Jungkook's friend." The man nodded, saying goodbye one last time and leaving the house with his son.

Jungkook ran to his dad's car, his heart pounding like crazy. Had something happened with his friend? It couldn't be, he knew Jin was madly in love with Shailene, he would never... Right? The boy shook his head trying to shake the thoughts away.

"Son?" His father called, catching the young man's attention. "Don't be too worried, ok? I did not recognize the victim's name, I don't think it was Jin's partner." The boy let out a deep breath, he felt slightly more relieved but he would only be able to ease his mind.

When his father finally pulled up in front of Jin's house the boy immediately got out of the vehicle, following his father's quick steps to the entrance of his friend's house.

"Goodnight, sir." Jin greeted, opening the door. Surprised at the familiar faces Jin extended his hand. "Oh, Mr Jeon, Jungkook."

"Hyung, what happened?" Jin opened the door, making way for both of the men to come in.

Jungkook's eyes immediately fell onto the girl sitting on the couch beside Shailene. The boy swore he knew her from somewhere.

"Who is she?" He whispered to his friend.

"Mr Jeon, Jungkook, this is Y/N Y/L/N, our friend. As you may be able to tell, we called because of her." Jin spoke.

"What kind of trouble are you in, young girl, what happened to your face?" Mr. Jeon questioned, taking a sit on one of the couches as he pulled out his notepad and a pen from his pocket. Jungkook noticed the girl look towards the ground and rub her hands on her legs nervously before finally stuttering.

"I-I... My..." Y/N sighed, tears filling her eyes once again. Jin sat beside her, rubbing her back in hopes to comfort her a little.

"It's okay, don't be scared. We know Mr.Jeon, he will take goo care of your case, yeah?" Shailene encouraged holding her friend's hand as well. Y/N looked up at the officer, finally mustering up the courage to speak.

"Well... my boyfriend did this to me." She quietly stated.

"Was this a first time occurrence?" Mr Jeon questioned while scribbling on his notepad. Y/N looked down in shame once again and sighed before shaking her head, fresh tears streaming down her eyes.

"No."

Jungkook was gobsmacked listening to the girl speak. How could someone ever treat a fellow human being with such little care? A human being who was supposed to spend their lives with them? And how could the girl have allowed that to happen to her for so long? He looked at the girl pitifully. The person we love is supposed to protect us from the pain, not be the cause of it.

"I will need all the information of his you have in your possession so we can open an investigation." Y/N nodded before telling the officer everything she knew.

"Would he ever think of looking for you here?" Mr. Jeon questioned while still writing down everything he had on Mark.

"Oh, absolutely," Shailene answered. "We are Y/N's best friends, he can't stand me, here will most likely be the first place he will look for her."

"Well I will need miss Y/L/N to come with me to the police station so we can register the occurrence and the evidence." He explained, pointed towards the girl's face, who lowered her head in shame. "You guys work, it would be the best if  Y/N could get some days off while we are looking for Mark. For safety reasons I believe it would be beneficial if you could have someone with you in the house in case he shows up. If Jungkook agrees I would suggest him to keep an eye on the situation at least while we look for someone else. What do you say son?"

"Me?" The young man asked startled. "I mean, yes, I have training in martial arts, I guess I could do that..." He spoke unsure. Jin smiled and patted his dongsaeng on the back.

"Thank you, Kooks, it means a lot. Hyung will cook you a lot of delicious food." Jungkook smiled and directed his gaze towards the girl.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." He promised.

Jungkook knew he couldn't be sure of the words he was saying but he meant them with all his heart. In what depended on him, he would protect the girl from all harm. So it wouldn't hurt anymore. So she wouldn't have to feel pain ever again.

MASTERLIST

[irondadgroupie]

Lessons in drinking

Inspired by the marvellous irondadtexts.tumblr.com ! I had not written anything in two years and then this little plot bunny comes bouncing my way. Features an exasperated but concerned Tony, uncoordinated Peter and mentor protege dynamics on the night of having your first drink.

.......

The clock struck half past midnight, not that Tony Stark noticed it, he was too engrossed in the latest modification of the Iron Man suit. He tried to develop the air filtration system to better combat against potential biohazards. Call him paranoid but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

His phone chimed and he glanced at it: Whatsapp message from Peter. Yes, it was not unusual, they had not the time to meet every day, with their hectic schedules but they still stayed in touch, talking about this and that.

What was not usual was getting a message from Peter and that made him take another look and open the message. The boy could be injured outside of the suit, having nightmares or anxiety attacks or-

Peter: heeeeey mr t

Tony’s brows rose up.

Tony: Mr T?

He had a pretty good idea what was going on but for the sake of the kid, he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt

Peter: Mr s

Peter: S tark

Tony was giving this kid one more chance (he was going soft): Everything okay bud?

Peter: I havn t

Peter: veeen drinking

He was going to kill this kid! Kill and set the corpse on fire. But not before kicking his sorry ass to the next year!

He hit the dial button and luckily Peter answered.

“Okay so you’re drunk?”

Peter made a sound. Music blasted in the background and he could hear teens making noise, over what he did not want to know

“You’re drunk right?” He tried again.

“No.”

Smart kid, the man shook his head. One word sentences. But Tony had been the posterchild of troubled teenager and he knew every trick in the book.

“No! No! Would never get shrunk, I’m too young-“

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked out of the office and headed to his garage.

“Yeah, you’re damn right you’re too young to drink!”

Tony made a mental checklist and took in a deep breath: no use in yelling, Peter wouldn’t be remembering it, if his slurring was any indication of his cognitive state.

“Where are you? Why the hell have you been drinking?”

Being calm did not negate the use of curse words.

“Haven’t been drinking,” The kid valiantly tried to defend himself and Tony grit his teeth.

“Peter, I’m trying to stay calm until tomorrow when you’re sober and I can rip you a new one. But you’re making it difficult by lying to me.”

Peter whimpered pitifully: “Sorry Mr T?”

That name, Tony feels like screaming.

“I’m at a paartey.”

The boy let’s out a ‘whoo’, obviously because the song changes to a more uptempo one.

“A party?” Tony nearly stops in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to a party tonight?”

No, he was not the kid’s parent but he liked to be on the loops. Especially considering the last time Peter went out, acting like a normal teenager, someone had spiked his drink and Ned had called Tony to the rescue. He had spent the night making sure the boy didn’t choke on his own vomit. Tony had been certain that experience would deter Peter from ever touching anything stronger than root beer.

“I goyta drink for science!”

For science, some kids chanted in the background like a group of mindless followers. Peter seemed to have started a cult.

“For science?!” Tony screamed and cringes as he heard drinks sloshing, he could only hope none was offered to Peter.

“I didn’t know if I could get drunk!” The boy screamed with a laugh. “Because I’m- you know- him!”

Thank god for the sense of censorship.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of your spandex clad alter ego.”

He made it to the garage and chose the car which is both fastest and easiest to clean up. He had been meaning to change the cushioning of his Audi anyway.

“Where are you, I’m coming to get you,” he directed the call to the sound system and started the car.

“Pataaay!” Peter shouts with other kids and quiets down. Please, don’t be doing shots, Tony prayed.

“Yea, I know a party but where!” He is too agitated to even roll his eyes. “What’s the address?”

He hears a thud, no doubt the phone has dropped to the floor.

“Mr Sss- I don’t,” Peter gulps heavily as he picks the phone up. “I don’t feel great.”

Tony wants to be mad with the kid but hearing his tiny voice, he can’t help but feel sympathy.

“Yeah, alcohol does that to you. Where’s the party, Peter? Do I have to call Ned and ask him?”

Was Ned even at this party? He doubted it, last time Ned had been very responsible and sober. He couldn’t imagine him watching from the sidelines as his best friend got so hammered.

“No, it’s same place as last time,” the kid forces out pitifully and groans. Tony sets the navigator to the last location and turns right. He remembered the place; it was luckily only about ten minutes from the Tower, on the part of the city with big houses and home to various stockbrokers.

“Mr T- I- oh no no I think I’m drying.”

Hell yes you are, the man felt like retorting back. The kid should know alcohol dries up the system and he was willing to bet everything he owned that Peter had not had a glass of water the entire night.

“You feel sick? Have a headache?”

The boy does not answer, all he can hear is that blasted music. Tony feels like making an initiative to ban all stereos in the State.

“Peter? Peter you still there?”

He waits, tries to hear any kind of sound from the kid. Had he dropped his phone?

“C’mon buddy, speak to me!”

No answer. He hits the accelerator, nearly running through a red light.

“You better be where you say you are because I’m on my way.”

Then Peter answers.

“Heeey mr T.”

Oh god kid, just let it go. He knows anything having the letter S is difficult to say when drunk but this was just humiliating.

“Yeah, yeah, kid, we’ve done that. “

He stops to let a young woman pass the road although he feels like running over her.

“Where are you exactly, Peter? Where in the house?”

The boy takes a while to answer, he hears shuffling. “Front uard.”

Peter is now noticeably struggling with words. He is grounding that kid until the next decade.

“Okay, stay there, I’ll be ten minutes.”

“Do you promise?”

Tony can’t help but pity the boy. It was his first time drunk and although it has been thirty decades, he can still remember how awful he felt when he crashed down. He could only hope Peter’s morning after wouldn’t include nearly choking when vomiting up half-digested hot dogs.

“Yeah, I promise,” His voice is much softer than before. “Peter, of course I do.”

“I don’t feel good,” The boy whispers and spits on the ground.

“Just talk to me, okay? Have you thrown up?”

He doesn’t know what he wants the answer to be. If Peter has vomited, it means less alcohol in his system but it is also a sign of possible alcohol poisoning. Honestly, he doubts the kid is coherent enough not to choke if his body decides to rebel.

“I don’ remebr,” Peter sniffles. “Are you angy with me?”

“I’m more concerned than angry, Petey,” the man says, using the nickname that is reserved for when the kid is under the weather or otherwise needs comfort. Peter argues he hates it but Tony always catches a glimmer in his eyes when he is addressed with it.

Peter lets out a choked laugh.

Tony takes a hard turn and drives by rows of familiar houses. The navigator informs he is getting close.

“I’m almost there and I’m going to bring you home and look after you until you feel better, okay?”

He can almost hear the kid nod his head: “Okay.”

“And then I’ll yell at you tomorrow,” The man can’t help to retort, he is so going to get back at the kid for making him worry so much. But after he has made sure Peter has had a long sleep, gallons of water and some bacon and eggs.

“I’m sorry.”

How can the words coming out of a fifteen year olds mouth affect him so much?

“I didn think I could srnk so I drank a- a- olt. A lo-t.”

“We’re gonna talk about it tomorrow, Pete. For now just focus on taking deep breaths and staying awake, can you do that?”

The party house is in his view. It’s looks the same as last time, even the same kids are hanging around in the balcony. Nothing seems to be different, there are same lights in the trees and same songs are blasting through the neighborhood.

“Yeh. I love yo- you- Mr T.”

Tony allows the moment to happen: “I love you too, bud,” He smiles. He parks the car on the curb and steps out.

“Just stop calling me Mr T,” He slams the door shut and locks the doors. He doesn’t trust the apparent seniors who oogle his car with hungry eyes.

“Okay, sorry Mr T.”

Tony takes in a calming breath and scans the scenery, the picnic table, groups of people and the miserable figure sitting against the wall, hunched underneath a window. How come none had noticed the half-lid eyes and pale skin was out of his comprehension. Had kids been that cruel and ignorant in his youth? He can’t remember.

“Okay, I see you, you big mess,” He walks closer. “I’m here now, you’ll be okay. After not being okay for a few hours.”

He ends the call and Peter doesn’t realize for a second. Then his brown eyes look upwards and a smile lit his face.

“Hey Mr T,” Peter cries with drunken eagerness and stands up only to fall flat on his face.

“Jesus christ, Kid,” Tony can’t believe what he is seeing. His Peter, his straight A’s, genius, superhero protégé was wasted off his mind. He had witnessed the boy do incredible gymnastic moves, had observed his performance in battles and now, the kid could not even walk, let alone stand on his feet.

Peter gets up on his elbows and flashes him a smile. His hair is a mess and clothes wrinkled and he reeks of vodka but at least there is no vomit on his face, it’s at least a small consolation.

“I love you,” Peter says and laughs. Tony rolls his eyes and helps the kid stand up. He has to take most of his weight and he ponders for a second if carrying him over his shoulder would be more effective.

“You’re the- best,” The boy points at his mentor. “I like you so so much. You’re just so-“

“Yes, yes,” Tony nods his head and looks around. “Is Ned here?”

Peter follows his gaze: “No, he was supposed to come here but got cold.”

That explains a lot, the man thinks and begins to haul the kid to his car.

“Hey mr,” Peter slurs his name so horribly it is not a sound a human should make. “Do you like me? Even a teeny tiny bit?”

“Peter, I came here in the middle of the night to drag your sorry ass to bed, we’re past the point of just liking.”

The boy didn’t seems to understand.

“Too many words,” he groans and sinks to a crouch. Tony struggles but manages to get the suddenly very dizzy boy to the passenger seat. Thank God he had parked with the right side towards the house. Peter leans against the backrest and breathes heavily, seemingly out of it until Tony starts to tie him in with a seat belt.

“What- What is-“

“Easy,” Tony guides the kid’s hands away. “Leave it be,” he buckles the belt in and makes sure is secure. As precaution he takes a plastic bag from the passenger side door and opens it.

“I hope you won’t throw up but honestly, you’re starting to look a little green.”

“I’m dizzy,” Peter mutters and sinks lower on the seat. Tony guides his head between his knees and encourages him to take deep breaths. The boy is coherent enough to obey but his skin loses more color.

“Peter, if you feel sick, just let it go, you’ll feel better.”

The boy shakes his head and straightens up valiantly, Tony has to admire him.

“Let’s just go.”

The man nods and rounds the car to his seat. The engine roams and Peter grimaces at the loud noise.

“You’ll be okay,” Tony rubs the boy’s arm in support, the way he wishes his father would have done.

The journey is silent, no music, no talking, nothing to make the ride normal. Tony misses the kid’s babbling, with rock music blasting from the stereos. Now all he can do is glance at the boy every couple of seconds to make sure he is still in the land of the living.

Peter’s eyes start to fall shut as his head nods against his chest.

“Hey!” Tony snaps his fingers in front of the boy’s nose and jolts him awake. “No sleeping until we are at the Tower.”

“I feel sick.”

As he says it, vomit starts dribbling down his chin. Peter tries to hold it in but his stomach spasms are too intense.

“Just let it out, Pete.”

The boy needs no more urging. He grabs the bag and retches. Tony winces in sympathy but luckily they are just at the garage. He parks the car and turns his head to the boy who spits into the bag and groans.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you were remarkable,” The man gets up and walks over to the boy. “Remind me to tell you of the time Rhodey and I went to this charity ball. They had the Lakers girls serving tequila shots. My car back then had orange seats, not after that night.”

Peter tries to chuckle but fails as tears fall from his eyes. Tony takes the bag and drops it into the garbage can. They make their way silently to the living quarters and there Tony faces a shock. He had hoped the kid would tire himself out but instead, throwing up seemed to have spiked up his energy.

“I love this place!” Peter runs to the windows and Tony has rush after him to ensure he does not open the balcony door.

“Now, let’s get you something to eat,” he takes a hold of the kid’s arm and drags him towards the kitchen.

“Nooo, it’s so pretty!”

“Yes, yes, sky is pretty.”

Peter steps into his way and locks eyes with him.

“You know what?”

“What?” He humors the kid. Peter is silent for a moment but then snorts.

“I forgot!” He bends over in laughter. The voice echoes in the hall and Tony shushes him.

“Oh!” Peter is in an ADHD episode, like a kid who had too much sugar. He runs to the bar and grabs a bottle. “I want this!”

“No!” Tony tried to be nice but this is where he draws the line. He snatches the bottle from him and places it on a higher shelf.

“Tooonyy!” The boy whines. “It’s good!”

“You are already in the verge of getting your stomach pumped.”

“Why? I feel great!”

“Peter, what comes up must come down.”

“I already threw up, I must have more,” Peter takes a whiskey bottle but before he take a swing, Tony forces it out of his grips, slams it to the table and turns his furious eyes to the boy.

“I’m not having you die under my watch!”

The boy’s eyes glaze over: “Would I fit there?”

The kid was lucky he loved him, there were very few for whom he would stay this patient.

“C’mon,” Tony guided the boy to the kitchen and sat him on the floor, he didn’t trust him with a stool, he would only crack his skull open.

“First lesson in drinking, Peter,” He took a pizza box from the fridge, his lunch, and sat down beside the boy. “Never drink on an empty stomach.”

He holds a slice of mozzarella-pepperoni pizza to the kid’s mouth. Peter is wary for a moment but then takes a small bite, so small he doesn’t need to chew on it to swallow.

“Nope,” Tony shakes his head. “Chew properly or it will be hell to bring it back up. “

Peter shivers and a tear slides down his face.

Tony doesn’t know what to do. Even after a year of knowing Peter, he is still very new to gestures of affection. He cares for the boy, there is no doubt about it, but the man is used to showing it through money and grand gestures and a witty comment here and there. Peter is different, from a completely different world, where people were open with their emotions because others could be counted on noticing them. Peter was a hugger, with a constant smile, and Tony wants to be able to return the gestures but he can’t.

There is a lock in his mind that he can’t bypass. Not for now at least.

The boy sniffles and takes the pizza slice.

Tony feels awful. He gets up and grabs a washcloth, he rinses it under the tab until it is warm. Peter’s eyes follow him as he gets on his knees and wipes at the tear tracts.

“You poor thing,” the man whispers and rubs the boy’s temples, trying to ease a building headache.

“Tony,” Peter says. “Do you hate me?”

What?

“No,” The man shakes his head and wipes away the tears that follow. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Peter shrugged with half-lidded eyes. “Sometimes I get that feeling.”

“It’s just your anxiety speaking,” Tony stands up and fills a glass with water.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

Just what he needed, Tony rolled his eyes. He was well aware Peter’s self-esteem left a lot to be desired and honestly, he couldn’t understand why. He was a great kid, better than anyone.

“Sometimes it feels like the entire world is against me,” Peter cries softly.

Note to self, Peter is a weepy drunk. Never take him to a bar.

“Drink this,” He ignores the tears and holds the glass to the boy’s lips. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Peter gulps down the drink, obviously wishing it was something else. Tony takes the glass as the boy rests his head on his mentor’s shoulder. Tony smiles softly and ruffles the boy’s hair, easing out some tangles.

“You’re such a mess,” he chuckles in pity. Peter cries and eats the pizza.

“I am a mess. I made you come and get me. I’m such an idiot.”

“Peter, I know you are drunk but I won’t have you hating yourself.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony,” tears ran down his face.

“Kid, it’s alright,” The man rests his cheek on the boy’s head. “I’m not angry at you.”

“But you should be! You should have left me there! You’re so best at everything!”

He let the kid rant, only humming along in pauses.

“Tony, I think you’re the best there is. You’re the best person, and you’re Iron Man, Iron Man is best and you’re like a-“

“Okay, it’s your bedtime!” The man stood up and tried to drag the boy up.

“Tony, no!”

“Tony, yes.” He mocked and swung the boy over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Holy shit!” Peter shrieked as they made their way out of the kitchen towards the guest room. “You’re strong! Like Iron Man!”

“Yes, Peter, it’s kind of the point,” Tony adjusted his hold as the boy tried to jump off. Yes, he worked out but carrying Peter is no effort, the boy was like a small bird.

He kicked the door open and dropped the boy on the bed. His body bounced on the mattress and Tony moved over to unlace his shoes.

“Do you want to change clothes?” Tony asked as he took off Peter’s socks and stuffed them inside the sneakers for safekeeping.

“Tony,” Peter smiled as the man took off his belt, ”have I ever told you you’re the best?”

“Only like a minute ago,” the man muttered as he rummaged the closet for a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an overlarge Black Sabbath t-shirt that originally belonged to him. “C’mon,” he tapped the covers, “Sit up.”

Changing pants was no problem but shirt was a task, Peter seemed to have lost all sense of coordination. He got tangled in the sleeves.

“Okay, first head,” Tony rolled up the t-shirt and helped it on. “Right arm, no, your right.”

Peter slumped against the man’s chest and closed his eyes. His breathing was beginning to even out.

“It was fun,” the boy slurred. Tony gently laid him down and turned onto his side.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he moved the boy’s right hand under his face. “I want to ensure there is no hindrance to your breathing. “

He pulled Peter’s left arm back to balance him. Covers slid over the boy’s body. The man took extra care that the pillow was supporting Peter’s head.

“There’s a trashcan right next to you if you get sick again. I’ll stay with you tonight so say if you need anything. Is your head okay?”

“Yeah,” the boy sighs. “The world is spinning.”

Tony brought his hand to the boy’s head and started caressing his hair. “Yeah, that’s no wonder. Is it bad?”

“Not really. Not like a concussion.”

“Alright, you’ll live.”

The man laid down behind the boy, his hand continuing the motion. Peter started breathing deeply in and out. Tony could still smell alcohol in the kid’s hair and it brought flashbacks to his own darker episodes.

It was just a one-time thing, he tries to reassure himself. Many teenagers drank and peer pressure can lead to unsafe behavior. This was not a sign of any deeper problem. Peter had issues, sure, but he was not suicidal. He made a mistake, had a few too many. It was just dumb luck that spider genes did not single out the effects of alcohol. In another reality, drinking this much might not have had ill consequences.

“Kid.”

Peter keeps sleeping.

“You would tell me if there was something wrong, right?”

Peter makes a sound in his sleep.

“You would say if you were depressed? If your thoughts suddenly got dark and life lost meaning? You would call me to help out? You wouldn’t make any drastic decisions?”

Maybe Peter needed therapy. He had obvious abandonment issues, Tony had read last month’s Psychology journal. Also the guilt complex was something they needed to work on. Before he met Peter, he had no idea word “sorry” could be used in so many contexts.

His thoughts were interrupted as Peter turned on his back and groaned.

“No, no,” Tony sat up. “On your side-“

His words were cut short as Peter gagged. In a second, Tony had him on his stomach, with head resting over the trash can.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as the boy coughed and emptied his stomach. Tony rubbed his back in circles while he held his forehead with his other hand. Peter whimpered as another gag hit him and Tony made sure he did not fall of the bed. Stench was overwhelming, Jesus what had the kid drank? Vodka was obvious, tequila, beer and yep, there was a piece of the pizza.

“Help,” Peter tried to keep his stomach in check but it was no use, he was puking again. Tony patted his back, making sure the kid did not choke.

“I’m helping, I won’t leave. You’re safe here.”

Almost as suddenly as they had started, gags stopped and Peter fell limp. The man rolled him back to the bed and set to emptying the bucket and rinsing it before the stench made them both sick. He returned the container to the same spot and sat on the bed. With gentle hands, Tony gathered the boy into his arms and set his neck to rest on the crook of his arm. Peter was spent and hovered on the border of unconsciousness. A glass of fruit juice sat on the night stand and he brought it to the boy’s lips.

“Peter, you have to drink,” the man ordered as the boy fought back. “You are getting dehydrated. Next step is the IV.”

Threat of needles always worked. The boy took a cautious sip and when his stomach stayed calm, Tony poured more into his mouth. Maybe he imagined it but Peter’s skin seemed to gain more color as sugar and vitamins were reintroduced to his system.

“Yes, the second lesson in drinking: water only worsens the hangover, I prefer sparkling water or juice and sodas.”

There were a couple of more lessons but they could wait until Peter was 21.

[sugacoateds]

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Fluff / Slight Angst / Crack / Comedy / Romance / Royalty!AU / Guard!Jungkook / Princess!Reader

Word Count: 5,327

Y/N is the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Sevein, the textbook definition of what a Crown Princess should be. Loved and adored by many by her poise, grace, maturity, humility, leadership, and intelligence. What the people of the kingdom don’t know is that she’s never had much opportunity to interact or form bonds with the opposite sex sans for the staff in the palace she resides in, and the attractive but highly obnoxious princes she meets during her travels. She’s only ever had a genuine connection with her loyal guard of six years, Jungkook. Too bad he’ll only ever look at her as a friend. Oh, and too bad he’s gay.

“God, why did you make the princes in the neighbouring kingdoms so attractive yet so insatiable?” you muttered as you walked away from the ballroom where the annual People’s Ball was being held as yet another prince has disappointed you once again for the nth time.

 “Your Highness!” you heard one of the workers calling out to you in a concerned tone as she rushed towards you. “Pardon me for being disrespectful Your Highness, but may I ask-“

 “Tell father that I refuse to stay another minute to be patronised by the likes of mediocre and misogynistic men for another second. He can reprimand me for my actions tomorrow. But tonight, I want to be alone. Sorry to drop this on you, Seongim. You know I love you but I really do not want to be here, so if you’ll excuse me,” you interrupted her with irritation laced on your tone. You gave her a tight-lipped smile as you continued making your way away from the lavishly decorated ballroom. You tried to get away from there as fast as you can with your designer heels and you started to wonder how the hell did Cinderella even run in glass slippers when she was escaping Prince Charming when you can barely walk in strappy open-toed heels without getting blisters at the back of your foot. For the price you paid for, you should’ve gotten more bang for your buck. Frustrated and in pain from the heels, you shrugged them off the second you were away from the eyes of the people who attended the ball. You sighed in relief as you slipped them off and your feet touched the cold marble floor. Looking around to see if any guards or other workers were in sight around the hall, another sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the floor massaging the balls of your feet hoping for some relief. You leaned your head against the walls of the hall and closed your eyes hoping to escape the buzz of the ball momentarily until-

 “Your Highness, are you okay?” you didn’t open your eyes upon hearing the voice of the uninvited company because you would recognise that voice anywhere.

 “You can drop the honourifics, Jungkook. At ease.”

 “So tell me,” he said as he walked to you and sat next to you, putting his rifle down on the floor “what’s gotten your panties in a wad, princess?”

 If someone were to hear a royal guard speaking to the Crown Princess of Sevein like that, they would be thrown into exile within the blink of an eye, but Jungkook had been your personal guard for as long as you could remember. He was assigned to protect you at the young age of eighteen when you were only fifteen. According to your father’s words, the reason why Jungkook was specifically given the responsibility to protect and look over you was that he was the most skilled palace soldier in his age group, given the rightful nickname of “Golden Boy” among his peers and superiors. He was quick, agile, smart, strong and most importantly brave. And being only three years older than you, it was a no-brainer since you always complained to your father that all your guards were too old and whenever you tried to converse with them they either tried too hard to be relatable to the “tweens” or they had no idea what you were talking about 80% of the time.

 You first met Jungkook a day before your fifteenth birthday which also happened to be a day before your coronation as Crown Princess. He was shy and timid at first, only speaking when he was spoken to but as time went by, you started to form a real connection with Jungkook which led to friendship, and you were ecstatic about it! Over time, your relationship with Jungkook grew friendlier, it took you two years to convince him that whenever it was just the two of you together, he could disregard the honorifics, but with Jungkook being the upright, professional guard he is, it was quite a struggle for you to convince him to do so.

 “Your Highness, it’s not that I don’t want to respect your wishes, I’m just-“

 “Scared? Don’t worry, Kook! How many times do I have to tell you? When it’s just us two, I want you to talk to me as if I’m your friend. You don’t have to talk to me like I’m of a higher level than you! You’re my friend and I’m your friend, right?” you questioned him teasingly.

 “O-of course, Your High-“

 “______.”

 “R-right. P-prin-“

 “No “princess”. Just ______.”

 Jungkook took a deep breath, he felt as if his heart was about to come out of his mouth. Why was he so nervous? What was so difficult about saying ______ out loud?

 “O-okay. ______.” he felt as if he just committed a crime by saying your name out loud without your title being in front. Oddly, you didn’t look mad at all, far from it even. You were grinning from ear to ear.

 “See! Now was that so bad?”

 It was. Jungkook thought but he shook his head.

 Everything moved fluidly from then on. You loved your friendship with Jungkook that you would go as far to call him your closest friend, maybe even your best friend. What you didn’t expect from your friendship with him was that you would fall in love with Jungkook. To put it simply, you were fucked.

 It was a month after your eighteenth birthday when you realised you were in love with Jungkook. Although he had already been your guard for three years and it had already been more than a year since the two of you talked informally to one another in privacy, there were still invisible boundaries between the two of you. However, that boundary was unknowingly broken that night.

 “I smuggled in booze for you.” Jungkook said to you as he sat down at the foot of your bed, waving a bottle of Dom Perignon and two wine glasses in front of you.

 “And why exactly did you smuggle in booze for me? You know if I tell father about this, you’d be dead right? Like literally, you’ll be dead. Your family’s never going to hear about you ever again.”

 “Come on, ______! You turned eighteen last month! The big one eight! This is a joyous occasion. And me, being the responsible twenty-one year old that I am along with being your guard slash best friend, I wanted to be the first person you share your first alcoholic drink with!” he said to you excitedly.

 “You’re far from responsible.”

 Jungkook gasped in mock offence. “I cannot believe you just said that, I’ve been your guard for three years and you’ve never died or been injured once, and this is the thanks I get? Wow… I see how you value our friendship now.” you rolled your eyes at his dramatics but you couldn’t help but smile.

 “Jesus, you’re dramatic. Maybe you should��ve been an actor instead. Could’ve brought in bigger bucks.” you teased. Jungkook flashed his trademark bunny teeth as he smiled at you and you could feel your heart rate quicken. What the fuck? Why were you reacting this way?

 “Come on, _____. One drink at least? For me?” he pouted and you shook the thought of wanting to kiss him away.

 “Okay, just one,” you said as your brought your index finger up for emphasis “if I vomit you’re cleaning it up. Don’t call the maids for help.”

 “Geez ______, you’re not going to throw up from one measly glass even if you’re a lightweight, it’s alcohol not ipecac.” you furrowed your eyebrows, “How do you even know what ipecac is?” Jungkook didn’t bother looking at you as he replied.

 “Training. I don’t know if you forgot but before I became your guard I was a soldier, ______. It’s basic knowledge to me.” he said as he poured champagne in the glasses.

 “Here.” he said as he handed a glass to you and as you grazed your fingers against his knuckles to take the glass from his grasp, you felt a foreign but pleasant sensation shoot through your body and down to your core. Was this the result of being an eighteen year old virgin? God, what was up with you today? Were you ovulating? Is your period coming soon? Thankfully for you, Jungkook didn’t seem to notice you being distracted as he nudged his glass against yours. “Cheers, _____. Happy belated birthday.”

 You were brought out of your reverie as you looked at him, seeing him smiling at you made you smile. And you let yourself believe that maybe some day you would be the reason behind that smile.

 “Thanks, Jungkook.” you sipped the champagne and you grimaced at the taste. Jungkook noticed your expression and smiled, amused by the change in your expression.

 “Don’t like it?”

 “No, it’s not that it just tastes a bit funny.”

 “What does it taste like to you?”

 “Like, it’s not bad or anything it just tastes like carbonated water with lemon. I just thought it’d taste better. Frankly I’m a bit disappointed.” Jungkook tried to take the glass away from you thinking that you didn’t want it anymore but your grip on the wine glass tightened. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

 “I thought you didn’t want it anymore?” you rolled your eyes.

 “I didn’t explicitly say I didn’t want it, I just said I expected it to taste better.” Jungkook chuckled and suddenly you didn’t want to hear any other sound except his laugh for the rest of your life, wait, what? Why were you thinking this way? You shook your head as your felt your blood rush to your cheeks and you quickly downed the champagne to avoid the flush on your cheeks be seen by Jungkook.

 “Man, your cheeks are really red,” Jungkook put his glass down and put both his hands on your cheeks. “your face is really hot too,” You could feel your face getting hotter and having Jungkook’s hands on your face was no way any alleviation to the problem at hand. “huh, guess you’re a lightweight. Can’t believe you’re this tipsy from just one drink though. You shouldn’t have downed the champagne in one go.” he said, worried. As soon as those words left his mouth, you silently thanked the heavens for making Jungkook so unbelievably dense sometimes.

 “I should put you to bed. Hold on.” he got up from the foot of your king-sized bed accidentally knocking down the champagne bottle, spilling its contents on the floor. “Ah, shit.” Jungkook groaned in frustration. You eyed him wordlessly as he stared at the mess he made on your bedroom floor. He crouched on the floor to gauge the severity of the mess. He stood up and put his hands on his hips which accentuated his taut back muscles and you gulped upon seeing him unconsciously flex. He turned to you, “You don’t happen to have a mop in your room, do you?” you bit your lip and shook your head, refusing to let words leave your mouth fearing that you may say something stupid like how hot he looked at the moment and regret it. Jungkook ruffled his hair in frustration and wait, were his arm veins always that pronounced? You watched Jungkook silently as he looked at the wall clock above your bedroom door.

 “Shit, is it really two a.m?” you looked at your wall clock and yes, it was in fact, two in the morning. You finally broke your silence, “I-it’s okay, I’ll wake someone up to clean the mess up. D-don’t worr-“ Jungkook shut you up by putting a hand up at you, if you weren’t so distracted by how good he looked, you would’ve told him off for being unconsciously rude in front of a princess, the Crown Princess in fact but you weren’t in the right state of mind to reprimand him. You just had your eyes wide at him wordlessly as you admired how the light of the moon seemed to be reflecting his beautiful, dark brown eyes. Man, what has gotten in you?

 “It’s okay, I’ll clean it up. I know what to do.” He did?

 You were about to ask him how he was going to clean up the mess but your words didn’t get the chance to leave your lips when you saw Jungkook undo the gold buttons of his navy blue uniform. Your eyes grew wide at the sight, “Jungkook, what the hell are you doing?!” Jungkook stayed silent and continued unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a white undershirt underneath his uniform. He shrugged the navy blue uniform off of him and you nearly gulped at the sight in front of you. His arms were so… big... and he was so... broad... You had no idea that underneath the bulky guard uniform he donned daily was the body of a Greek god. You couldn’t believe that he was hiding that for all the years you’ve known each other. You were taken out of your reverie when you saw Jungkook grab the ends of his undershirt to take it off and you were tempted to let your mouth drop but you locked your jaw to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of your best friend. His abs were well defined, years of hard training evident by the prominent lines on his abdomen. His nipples were so cute, they were a darker brown than his skin and they were erect due to the coldness of your room, it-

 Wait, why were you thinking so highly about his nipples? They’re just nipples.

 He rolled his undershirt into a ball and went into your en suite bathroom, he turned on the sink and soaked the white undershirt with water before wringing it out. He stalked over to your bed and crouched down on the floor to wipe the spill away. You tried your best to look away from him and focus your attention on something else besides his back; was Jungkook always that tan? His skin was like caramel.

 “You know, I have towels. You could’ve just used those instea-“

 “One towel of yours costs more than how much I make in six months,” he replied to you without looking up, still wiping at the spill on the floor “and I make enough to live comfortably minus taxes. No thanks, I’d rather ruin my two dollar shirt than your twenty thousand dollar towel.” you kept your mouth shut as Jungkook continued wiping till there was no residue left.

 “There, as if nothing happened.” he said as he stood up and looked at the dry floor.

 “I can’t believe you had the audacity to say that you would rather ruin your two dollar shirt instead of my twenty thousand dollar towel when you just wasted a bottle of the palace’s Dom Perignon, talk about hypocrisy.” you mocked.

 “The champagne wasn’t from the palace, I bought that with my own money.”

 “What?” you were confused, why did Jungkook even own a bottle of Dom Perignon? As far as you knew, he rarely drank champagne. He preferred spirits and liqueurs, not wine and champagne. So why would he even buy one in the first place?

 “I bought it for you; as a birthday gift. Thought you might’ve liked it. Felt bad I missed your birthday because I had to go to Europe that week for training, so I bought it when I was there. For you.” upon hearing those words your heart rate quickened again. Although you knew that Jungkook only ever saw you platonically, and that he only thought of you then because you were his best friend, you let yourself believe that maybe he possibly viewed you as something a little more.

 Jungkook sat in front of you and your mattress dipped under his weight, “I love you, ______.” you looked at him in disbelief, you were about to question him and asked him what he meant but he didn’t notice and continued on “You’re my best friend and I felt awful I missed your birthday and I think I ruined it even more by spilling all this champagne on the floor.” he chuckled. Oh. He loved you that way. Serves you right for thinking he thought of you as more than that. You sighed in disappointment and Jungkook assumed that you sighed because you were tired of him ranting on and on.

 “You didn’t ruin my birthday, Jungkook. Don’t worry, okay? I love you too.” you forced a smile to him, hoping it’d convince him and make him finally leave because the longer he seemed to stay, the harder it was for you to breathe. Jungkook seemed to take the hint and he smiled warmly at you, pushing a strand of hair behind your left ear. He kissed the top of your forehead and you wished he didn’t.

 “Goodnight, princess.” He said as he left your room with his soiled undershirt in one hand and his guard uniform messily put on his shoulders along with any hope you had regarding his feelings towards you.

 You found out Jungkook was gay last year. It was Christmas, one of your favourite holidays of the year. Your father loved celebrating Christmas and it was always evident in how he behaved whenever December rolled around. He would be less uptight and more lenient with smile lines replacing his frown lines during Christmas. He would give all the workers of the palace early leaves and added bonuses to thank them for their service all year round. Only a handful of workers chose to stay at the palace during the joyous holiday, with Jungkook being one of the few.

 It was Christmas Eve when you decided to tell Jungkook how you felt about him, preparing yourself for the best and the worst It had been two years since the champagne incident a month after your 18th birthday when you first realised your feelings for him. You decided to replay those events in a more romantic way; you had a mat laid out for the two of you on the balcony of your bedroom, with several scented candles surrounding the mat. Two glasses of champagne on the mat with another bottle of Dom Perignon in an ice bucket, a large and thick, fluffy blanket to keep the two of you warm, and most importantly, mistletoe hanging above the door of your balcony. Satisfied with your arrangement, you left your bedroom to look for Jungkook with butterflies fluttering in your stomach and hope in your heart. You closed the door of your room as subtly as you could to not alert anyone. Since many workers weren’t around, any noise you would make would tenfold due to the lack of life in the palace. You silently stalked your way towards the mess hall of the living quarters where Jungkook would frequent whenever he wasn’t working. When you arrived, the door to the mess hall was slightly ajar which enabled you to view the inside of the mess hall without being seen. You couldn’t see very clearly but you could definitely make out that the person sitting on the table of the mess hall was Jungkook, you would recognise him anywhere under any circumstance. You were about to go in and ask him to follow you when you saw that Jungkook wasn’t alone. He was with someone you’ve never seen before, was it a friend of his? A relative? Jungkook and the unknown man were both sitting on the table with their backs facing the door, their backs unknowingly turned to you. It seemed that the both of them were in deep conversation but Jungkook kept his head down throughout the entirety of the conversation. He seemed shy and timid for some reason, starkly different to the Jungkook that you’ve grown to know and love. The unnamed man took a hold of Jungkook’s chin, forcing Jungkook to look him in the eyes and before you knew it, the man closed the small distance they had between them and kissed Jungkook on the lips.

 Your jaw dropped to the floor. You stumbled back and ran back towards your bedroom as fast as you could, not caring if you woke anyone up in the process. As you got to your room and locked your door, your knees gave in and you ended up on the floor with your head against the door. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as tears travelled down your cheeks. You weren’t disgusted at him for kissing another man, you weren’t mad at him, neither were you disappointed by the fact that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. You were mad at yourself for allowing yourself to fall for someone who you never had a chance with. Jungkook deserved to be happy. And on that day you told yourself, that maybe if you forced yourself to be happy for Jungkook, you’d believe it and be happy too.

 And now, here you were-

 “I hate princes.” you said to Jungkook without opening your eyes, he said as he turned the safety trigger of his rifle on since there were only the two of you and there was no need to worry about being interrupted or attacked since you were in an isolated part of the palace, far from the hustle and bustle of the ball. He chuckled upon hearing you.

 “That why you left the ball?” he asked and you nodded, finally opening your eyes to look at him. Jungkook seemed to get more handsome as the years went by, he was about to turn twenty-four in a few weeks which reminded you that you should get him something soon for his birthday since he’s been consecutively getting you great gifts for your birthdays. “Tell me what happened, then. I’m all ears.” Jungkook sighed as he took your hand in his free one. You sighed in frustration as you reminded yourself of the night’s earlier events.

 “Okay so this was what happened,”

 You were in conversation with your father and his right-hand man discussing on political affairs when the Crown Prince of Caeria came to you, interrupting your conversation.

 “I am so sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty,” he said to your father “but may I please have this dance with Princess ______ right here? She looked absolutely ravishing tonight and it would be foolish of me to not take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” he smiled to you and you felt your cheeks heating up.

 “Of course, Mingyu! Go ahead, don’t let me stop you.” your father said as he flashed a knowing smile at you, he liked Mingyu and you did too. “Have fun, you two.” Mingyu’s smile grew wider at that and he held his hand out to you and you took it as the both of you moved away from your father and his right-hand man. He whispered in your ear as you got far enough to not be heard within earshot.

 “Forgive me for taking you away from them, Your Highness but I didn’t actually ask for you to dance.” you were confused.

 “You didn’t?” he shook his head and he had a handsome, boyish grin on his face as he looked at you. “No, I didn’t. I actually wanted to get you alone for a minute, would you mind following me to the garden?” you bit your lip, trying your best to suppress the growing smile on your face. You liked Mingyu a lot. He was kind, compassionate, humble, tall, and handsome to top it all off. He was perfect for you. And to make things better, he seemed to like you too! As the pair of you were walking towards the garden unseen, you took notice of your hand felt in his. His hold was firm, warm, and it made you feel secure. This must be a sign! Mingyu was definitely the one for you.

 “Here we are,” he said as the two of you arrived. He let go of your hand and you frowned at the loss of warmth but he quickly intertwined both of his hands into yours. “I finally have you alone.” he whispered dreamily into the air.

 “Why do you need me alone?” you questioned him with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk even though you were pretty sure you knew why he brought you here. He was about to confess his feelings for you and propose! It’s been months since you two first met each other and the connection the both of you shared was electric. Maybe the relationship between you and Jungkook never happened to make way for Mingyu, and you mentally patted yourself on the back for being so patient and understanding because at least now you know that love takes its time. Mingyu gently pushed you backwards as your back hit the wall surrounding the garden. He was about to kiss you! It was about time too, you were twenty-one and still had your first kiss, patiently and firmly believing that you’d give your first kiss to your true love. You never thought you’d be having your first kiss at the palace garden in the middle of the night but you thought that if it was with Mingyu, everything else would fall perfectly into place. He looked down at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t really pinpoint in the moment. He moved his head down, this is it! He’s about to kiss you! Your head felt dizzy as it buzzed with excitement, you closed your eyes as you waited for him to press his lips onto yours. You waited, and waited but…?

 He’s kissing you, alright. You could tell by the sensation you felt on the side of your neck. Okay, you weren’t expecting him to kiss you there. He left a trail of kisses from underneath your right earlobe to the top of your collarbone, leaving a disgustingly wet one there. Okay… Maybe he just had a different way of kissing…? Maybe Caerian men had a specific technique or something. He inhaled deeply at your neck, “God, I’ve been waiting so long for this. Let me kiss you somewhere else now.”

 Finally. You closed your eyes in preparation once again, but after a few seconds of nothing, you opened your eyes to discover that he was gone.

 The fuck?

 “Mingyu…?” you called out looking around you.

 “Down here, sweetheart.” you looked down and saw that Mingyu was on his knees in front of you with his hands behind the fold of your knees.

 “Mingyu! What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed in exasperation.

 “Uh, I’m about to eat you out? What else does it look like I’m doing?” he answered you incredulously.

 What the fuck is up with this guy? When he said he wanted to kiss you somewhere else you weren’t expecting him to kiss you there.

 Mingyu’s hands were ruffling the bottom of your dress up to get to your core and before things could go further, you kicked him in the chest. He clutched his chest in pain as he fell backwards.

 “What the fuck, _____? I thought you wanted this! The both of us are clearly attracted to each other, what gives?” he asked you angrily. You didn’t want to tell him you were a virgin who’s only gone as far as a peck on the cheek with a guy, so you did what you had to do and bolted from the garden. Hoping that he wouldn’t tell anyone (which you doubted he would because that would put his reputation as the adored prince of his kingdom on the line) as you ran away from the garden as fast as you could which led you to where you were now.

 Seated on the floor with Jungkook also seated next to you. You sighed after you finished telling Jungkook your story.

 “Jesus, I thought he’d be nice. He was always nice to me but I always knew there was something off with him.” Jungkook stated amused by your story.

 “Oh my God, please don’t remind me of him ever again.” Jungkook laughed heartily. And you sighed in disappointment for the nth time that night. “Men are such a disappointment.”

 “I’m an exception, right?” Jungkook winked at you when he asked.

 You were the first disappointment I had, you thought but instead you rolled your eyes playfully at Jungkook. You never told him how you really felt about him and you weren’t planning on telling him anytime soon either. You pinched his cheek as you smiled warmly at him.

 “Yeah, Jungkook. You’re an exception,” you rested your head against his shoulder and for a brief moment you allowed yourself to revel in the thought that Jungkook was yours and you were his when you knew you could never be but you’ll give yourself this just once. You deserved it after the hellish night you had to endure with Mingyu.

 “I wish I wasn’t so blinded by the idea of love, I’ve been disappointed by stupid princes who think with their below-average penises for so long,” Jungkook was silent as you continued ranting on, “and I feel like such a hopeless sap for believing in love when I’m just constantly setting myself up for disappointment all the fucking time.” Jungkook tightened his hold on your hand and you tried to suppress your quickening heartbeat. Why did Jungkook’s hand feel so right in yours? “Is there something wrong with me? For wanting a special connection with someone? For wanting… love? I’ve been holding out on my first kiss and my virginity for this special someone I’m not even sure exists and I know the concept is super outdated and that one’s virginity is a social construct but I just... I don’t know, I guess what I wanted was to fall in love with someone before I give them my all, you know? God, I’m just so naïve, aren’t I? Maybe I should’ve just let Mingyu eat me out and-“

 “______ stop.” Jungkook let go of your hand to turn his body to face you.

 “You are a person that I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to get to know and you deserve love more than anyone I know in this world. You are kind, you are smart, you are considerate, you are humble, you are compassionate, and you are beautiful. Never think otherwise and never let anyone convince you otherwise either, okay?” you smiled sadly and nodded, assuring him.

 “You sounded a lot like Viola Davis in The Help then.” you chided and Jungkook chuckled.

 “Viola Davis in The Help is a classic and she won tonnes of awards for that movie, so I’m taking that as a compliment, thank you.” you got on your knees and sat in Jungkook’s lap as you hugged him and hid your face in the crook of his neck, you inhaled deeply at his scent, he smelled like a combination of aftershave and detergent. It wasn’t particularly special or unique in any way but you liked it because it was Jungkook. You knew that you were crossing a line with Jungkook here and that you’ll just fall even more for him after this but for tonight you’d allow yourself this much just this time, you deserved it, after all. He reciprocated your actions by putting his arms around your waist and his chin on top of your head. You silently hoped that time would stop so you and Jungkook could stay in the arms of one another forever

 “I love you, _____. I love you so, so much. Don’t forget that, okay?”

 You smiled sadly, “I love you too, Jungkook.” you said back to him but the difference was that your words were laced with more than platonic love while you knew that his weren’t.