#i mean hes sober now yayy

[soffies]

How could they insert the best song in the whole show in the most heartbreaking scene of the whole series?

[bloodykora]

Drunk Walk Home

My first actual Viktor fic, yayy!!

Summary: After a celebration at the lab, you and Viktor have been left together. He tries to plan a way for you to get home however will you make it there?

Mentions of alcohol and drinking

I try to keep my fanfic gender neutral, there's no fem or masc description and there's no use of y/n.

Vik Masterlist

“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” The lab is quiet, streamers and confetti over the floor. Balloons beginning to droop down from the ceiling, the lights once bright and vibrant now dimmed down.

“Remind me to tell Jayce when you are sober, never let you celebrate with him by bringing vodka.” A giggle escapes your mouth as you remain laid down on the cool floor, the brunette sitting as usual.

“God, he is such a lightweight! I wouldn’t have brought such a big bottle if I knew he’d tap out at like what, 3 shots?” You reminisce about the night that had just happened, knowing it will be some of your favourite memories of the group for months to come.

“For someone who cannot get off the floor you do speak a lot of uh, what’s the slang you use? Shit.” You ignore his mocking mostly, deciding not shoot a line back at him.

“You were supposed to drink with us but no. Mister, I am too good for that and someone has to be responsible in the group. Even Sky had a drink with us, but only a teeny sip of the champagne for you. Also, you deflected my compliment.”

“Well, look who was the one that called transportation for the other two while you decided to take a seat on the floor.” You lift your head to look at Viktor who stays seated at his lab placement. The world around you swaying, almost to a hypnotizing degree. You narrow your eyes at him, setting yourself on a mission.

“Did you know that I can’t black out?” You state, while slowly getting up onto your hands and knees. Stumbling some of your way to the chair Viktor was sitting in.

“Why is that?” He watches you, ready to have to bandage your face from falling but you surprisingly don’t even trip over your own feet.

“I do not know! I have mixed alcohol types, had way too many shots, blah blah blah and nothing. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s a talent and I appreciate it but I just want a fun story from someone about me blacking out.” You moan as you place your hand on his shoe as you reach him.

“Blacking out is not what you make it seem.” Viktor mumbles to himself.

“Viktor!” He looks down at you, as if he doesn’t know that you heard him.

“Have you ever been, has the uhh minister, whatever yordle’s dude, has been blacked out before? How will the academy react?” The words ramble out of your mouth, every new thought grabbed onto and then let go as another goes by.

“Heimerdinger but ‘uhh minister, whatever yordle’ also works.”

“More like… Heimerslinger.” You mumble to yourself other rhymes of his name, seeing if any fit.

“Hmm, good one.”

“Wait, you avoided the question.” You grab a piece of his leg brace, near the bottom of his pant leg.

“Yes but that is a story for another time. When you’re sober.”

“I am so sober, the soberest I have ever been.” You smile wide at him as he raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, that is why you are holding my leg brace like how a toddler holds a chip.”

“Am I hurting you? Pulling on it?” Your eyes wide like a child’s, concerned about his safety and well being while hammered. Like you couldn’t even think to hurt him, even if it’s accidental. He feels your grip loosen, ready to let go at his command.

“No.” You bite your lip subconsciously, smiling at him while doing so. A habit you had normally while concentrating but the alcohol made you not able to feel your teeth and lips. Tongue and gums also numb from the booze seeping through every vein of yours.

“Now how are we going to get you home?” He asks himself, eyes looking away as he thought of the quickest and cheapest way. You make a pouty face at him, disappointed he wanted you gone that fast. Holding it too until you got to see his reaction to it.

“You sick and tired of me Viktor?” His eyes look back to you, greeted by the look you had. He smirks lightly, eyes rolling at your feigned sadness.

“Is someone a pouty baby now? Clearly you need to go to bed.”

“Nooo, don’t call me a baby. Unless I’m your baby.” The line comes out before you even think about the implications. You chuckle a bit to yourself, finding it funny how naturally the flirts and teasing come out now.

“You are a handful. Do you know that?” You nod at Viktor, staring at his face to an unsettling degree. Taking in his features as he studied you back, wondering what you were going to do next. You think of going home, to the lonely and cold apartment the academy covered for you. Then you think of Viktor going home, if he would,

“Are you going to stay here and work?” You abruptly ask him, not wanting the already overworked man to again over work himself.

“I had thought about staying here earlier today and getting some research done while you all were home but then something came up.” He pauses, thinking over whether it would be treacherous in the cold weather to make it home. It wasn’t like it was far or even intimidating at this time of night but it didn’t mean he’d enjoy the cool with his aching leg and back.

“I could totally walk you home. Be like your really scary guard dog.” You suggest, sensing his hesitancy about going home. He was always so dedicated to learning and notes that you were semi surprised at his response.

“Your comments as always are amusing. However, my first concern is getting you home.” You lift your hand to make a thumbs down at him, disapproving of his choice.

“What if I die on the train home?” You joke however honestly putting that fear into Viktor’s head. His brain now thinking of all the accidents that could happen, he lets out a sigh. You pick up on the signs and immediately feel regret for the comment you made.

“Hey that was a joke, you ain’t gotta worry so much dude. Worst case scenario is me falling on my face but that’s like a 2 percent chance.” You try to comfort him, gently lifting your hand to pat his knee. Still sitting at his leg.

“You could always just bring me home, walking home is safer in pairs anyway. I wouldn’t want anyone to snatch you up for your juicy brains.” You see him crack a small smile and feel a little relief in your chest. You sit thinking for a minute, wondering if Sky and Jayce had made it to their homes alright. Playing the thought of them walking out of the lab doors together, Viktor insisting they both take a cab together to save money. Your face begins to fall and your brows furrow together. Viktor realizes it’s been too quiet for too long and looks down at you.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” Your gaze moves to meet his.

“Sky took my coat.” At a fun turn of events, Sky had forgotten to bring a proper coat to work, and you very knightley offered yours. To defend her from the cold and with all the sweaters you left in the lab you thought you’d be fine.

“Yes, why is that bad?” He prompts you, encouraging you to spill it out.

“My keys were in my chest pocket.” You state simply, looking up to him with slight glee on your face. You giggle quietly, bewildered you had gotten yourself into this predicament.

“Are you joking?” He asks, stern in his voice. Clearly, not in the mood for joking about this topic. You shake your head no, dropping the smile so he knew you were not playing around. He takes a breath in and you feel like a burden.

“I can stay here, find a way to meet with her tomorrow.” You suggest softly, not wanting to bother the man any further.

“No, it’s okay. I promised the professor after the good news that we would be out tomorrow morning which is why Jayce had planned this for us today.” He explains to you, you nod as you listen along. The info being sobering to you, you let go of his brace placing your hands behind you on the floor.

“I can probably just find a friend’s house then, or something. I can figure something.” You mumble off again, wondering what you’d be able to conjure up this late in the night. Maybe sneaking your way through a window into your building, hoping the spare key was around somewhere.

“No. You can come home with me, if you’re comfortable.”

“I can’t Viktor, that's too personal and I don’t want to intrude on your personal home space.”

“It’s too late for you to be able to call anyone or you won’t be able to get into your door. In these circumstances, you may come back to my home with me. I’m sure it may be awkward but it will be fine.”

“I will be the best guest ever, I swear. I won’t be loud and I don’t think I snore and I won’t touch anything.” You say, springing up from the ground. Ready to follow him wherever he had planned to go.

You both walk out of the room, your pace being a little more slow than usual to not rush Viktor. You close the doors and lock it, wiggling the door handle before turning to Viktor. He had his hand out, similar to yours just moments ago. You shake your head while smiling, putting the keys into his hand which he slips into his coat pocket. The beginning of the walk is silent, getting out of the academy building as quietly as you could to not disturb students in dorm rooms. A blast of cold air hitting both your faces as you step out of the door frame, the wind was always colder coming off all the water around Piltover. Your breaths coming out in puffs of white clouds, like you were one of the pipes that came out of a building for the laundry dryer.

“You’re so excited to leave, minutes ago you were whining.” You scurry to your desk, grabbing the nearest hoodie you could find. A blue thick wooly one, with a hood, perfect for the adventure ahead. You turn back towards him, lifting your hand and mimicking him talking with it. He chuckles at the action, rolling his eyes slightly. Leaning forward on his crutch he stands up, grabbing his things and readying to leave with you.

“Do you have lab keys? Cause ha, we both know I do not.” You ask, walking up to him with your hand open to receive them.

“I do not know if I trust you with keys at this moment.” You scoff and roll your eyes at his comment.

“You’re right here, it’s not like I’m gonna chuck em.” You state, still waiting for him. You hear the familiar jingling that echoed yours, the cool metal being set into your hand gently. You smile and close your hand around them, bringing them close to your face to find the one that locks up the lab. 

“It’s not too bad, but then again I probably feel it less than you right now.” You state, looking at the man walking beside you.

“I am just lucky I brought a jacket today, honestly if the walk was longer I would have wanted a cover for my face.” He replies, seeing the change of your skin already with the weather. Your cheeks and nose begin to get just ever so slightly paler than the rest of your face. Your gaze meets his, the tips of his ears turning red at the coolness as well.

“Do you ever cry in the winter?” You ask him, thinking of walking in the blistering cold.

“Where the wind just howls straight at your face and you can’t see. Your eyes water up and begin to freeze on your eyelashes?” You clarify, imagining just a woman standing in the snow sobbing, at the way you phrased your words. Your eyes fall down to the sidewalk in front of you, watching your feet move along beside Viktor’s.

“I’m not one to go out when it’s snowing, I normally stay at the lab when those nights happen. But on the off chance, yes it has happened to me.” He answers diligently, always working with him. Always on his mind, even when it’s not supposed to be. The thoughts of him circle your head, quieting the convo again.

You hadn’t been too explorative of Piltover when working at the academy, all the homes and lights illuminating the streets. The new places held a wonder and excitement, even alleyways and garbage cans had ignited child-like comments.

“It’s so pretty here, I still sometimes am amazed that I can see the night stars. And everything is so tidy, and I know a part of me is supposed to be mad. I should be so upset that the Undercity is treated with ignorance, and annoyance but. I mean, look at the moon and the water. All the boats. I never imagined the place I had hated so much could be lovely.” The words flow off your tongue, you knew Viktor had been from the same place as you. Both lucky with the smarts to get out of the actually toxic home. Yet you still missed it, jumping in piles of leaves when the Upper city dumped them down, how when the snow melted it would wash away some of the muck that had been there for the year.

Viktor admires you and your openness, not able to talk to anybody else about his home. He smiles, watching your gaze being locked up into the sky.

“I think I drew them the first night I was here.” He confesses to you, thinking back to the same excitement he had felt when he first arrived. The buzz of the city and the positive attitude of the people. Don’t get him wrong, people did give mean looks but they at least didn’t then trip you and steal whatever you may have had on you. Viktor recognizes his home, 2 blocks up the road from where you both were.

“I have to admit, it may not be necessarily tidy when we arrive. I wasn’t expecting anybody.” He sheepishly says, now thinking of all the clothes and glasses around the place.

“It’s okay, mine is pretty messy too right now. I’m not one to judge.” You reassure him quickly, knowing how busy the life of a scientist, an inventor can really be. 

You follow him up the front steps to the building, watching him use his keys to open the lock and get inside. You found yourself in a hallway, realizing it was an apartment building with neighbors. You remain silent as you follow him up another set of stairs and another locked door. You follow him into the apartment, closing the door behind you and locking it for him.

Slipping your shoes off, the warmth overheats causing you to begin to strip off the sweater. Viktor peels off his coat, walking into the home and placing it on a chair nearby. Turning on a lamp nearby for you both to see. You walk in after, looking at the space. It was a lot bigger than what you had at home. And open as well, huge space for a small little thing, too big for it actually.

“How is it, this is big.” You comment, slowly walking around a table that was placed and towards the black board near the opposite side of the room.

“Oh uh, well. The owners found out I worked at the academy, and the landlord would always see my mess of papers. I desperately needed the space so I actually own both the apartments up here. I took out a few walls to open it, voila.” He talks while undoing his vest and red tie, getting comfortable after the long day. You continue to ponder around, looking at the writings on the board. A dark brown wood as the floor, almost no carpet except one little one under a coffee he had in front of a sofa chair. Books littered throughout the living room, even into the kitchen and dining area. His curtains pulled to avoid any peeks in, mugs scattered too.

You approach the kitchen, dishes neatly organized in the dish dryer thing he owned. A window right in front of the sink, for what you can assume is the morning sun. Two little dishes sit on the sill, one full of water and the other empty.

“Do you have a kitty?” You turn to him, socks now pulled off and joined with the rest of the scatter. He lifts his head up to look at you.

“No, just a stray that pops in from time. But she never lets me pet her.” He says, smiling at the thought of the skinny black tabby that visits his window sill.

“I have a cat, her name is Barbecue.” You state before peaking your way around down his hall. You could see the door to his bedroom cracked open, you decide to sneak away while his attention was on something else. Creeping your way down to the door quickly, you could hear his voice.

“Barbecue, why?” He pauses in his words before continuing. “Hello? Where did you go?” 

You barely hear it however, in his room and looking around. Clothes thrown around and his bedding all messy, slept in. The bed is soft, a comforter big enough to topple over the edges of the already king sized bed, the pillows being more than anyone could ever need. You reach down, following the steps of Viktor and taking off your socks. You knew this was surpassing a boundary but considering you had sat at his foot about an hour ago holding onto his knee, hopefully this wouldn’t startle him too bad.

You creep into his bed, getting comfy under the sheets.

“Dude you have so many pillows!” You yell out, hearing the approaching footsteps. You watch the door frame, seeing his head look in and then at you.

“They are for my body, I have heating and cooling ones as well. And you are not supposed to be in here.” He speaks, his shirt now untucked and the top unbuttoned. You smile sheepishly at him, wiggling in the bed a bit.

“But it’s so cozy and so big.” A grin is plastered onto your face, and he looks too tired now to complain or argue.

“You really are a handful, 2 handfuls.” He walks to the other side of the bed, throwing the top blanket back and crawling in. You could tell it for a moment was painful for him, his eyes closed and brows furrowed but his face soon relaxed. It remains silent between you two for some time.

“I can feel you staring at me.” His accent becomes heavier as tiredness takes over, he peeps open one eye to look at you.

“Do you want me to turn off the light? Is there any pillow you want specifically?” You go into caretaker mode, making sure his comfort was met before you actually settled in. He smiles at your need to impress him.

“I’m fine but yes you can turn off the light, and for the morning. I have some pain meds in the bedside table next to you, feel free to take one when you get up.” He says and you nod, getting up to shut off the light before snuggling back in on your side.

The room again dies down, sounds of crickets outside filling the room. You lay there smiling, too giddy to sleep yet you yawn. You blink your eyes, focusing on the sight before you. Easing into a state of rest and slumber, already planning for the adventure that had awaited you tomorrow. You hear Viktor’s breathing slow and you decide to close your eyes. Falling asleep with the man of your dreams. 

[noritoshiikamo]

So for the request, I know that he is a curse and they are supposed to be bad but I swear Choso is a sweetheart and I'd die for him. He deserves to be loved and taken care of. Soo Can I have a drabble with him, his wife reader and maybe a lil son/daughter? Some domestic shit, like uhh brushing and braiding each other's hair, cooking, cuddling etc.

This all cane to my mind after this:

ANYWAYS I'D DO ANYTHING FOR HIM UWUU🥺

hana

part 3 of ? husband choso series uGH SOFT CHOSO AND LITTLE BROTHER YUJI jkfwrhfkbf anyway here's some soft husband choso with a kid I HOPE THIS IS ENOUGH DOMESTIC CHOSO FOR YOU also beware at the ending, slightly suggestive because it's me, i like smut LOL anyway ENJOY!!

it started with two faint lines on the night of her graduation.

he was still in her robe and mortarboard, flipping the tiny tassel front and back amusingly. they came home from a night of celebrating but despite holding a master’s degree in one hand and another around his bicep, she was upset. knowing his wife well, he decided to not bring it up until they were home, trying his best to cheer her up before offering to drive her home and called it a night after 2 hours into the party.

she wasn’t the only one with a piece of paper to flex; choso now has a driving license.

she kicked her heels off and immediately disappeared into the bathroom, slamming it shut. folding the robe gently on the chair along with the cap, he put the electric kettle on and pulled out two cups with the intent to make sure that she'll have a cup of warm calming tea ready to sober up. his fingers tapped the marble countertop, wondering if he should go and knock on the door. he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the cupboard. his mind roamed around, the sound of the kettle hissing was loud, but his mind snapped when he heard his name.

“choso,” she called out.

he turned around instantly. his wife held up a stick, where there was two faint red lines in the small window. choso’s face scrunched in confusion. “what does that mean? are you having a fever?” he asked, which she laughed with tears streaming down her face. he was immediately by her side, concerned by her sudden outburst of emotions, pulling her in his arms and asking if she was alright. she couldn’t help but to laugh even louder when she heard him talking about how weird this thermometer is and how does one read it. she cupped his face and focused him to her.

his eyes widened as her lips moved; “i’m pregnant.”

“what?”

“my friend told me i look bloated. asked me if i was finally letting it go, and not care about my weight anymore and asked what did i eat to gain a lot of fat since she wanted to do the same. and then another asked me if i was pregnant. so yeah, i figured why not and hey, look,” she took his hand and rested gently on her belly, “so now, i have little human in me.”

and that was 5 years ago.

she couldn’t help to smile as she watched the little pitter patter of their tiny human, screaming as she ran around the sofa, with a clearly exhausted but still giggling choso on her trails. “she doesn’t want to wear her pants,” he whined, pouting at the mom before returning to the tiny human, “baby, come on. please put on your pants.” like she had understood his every word, the toddler shook her head, giggling with drools down her face.

hana is the name given to their firstborn.

she’s mixed of them; locks of black hair that was always up in two tiny buns like her father and her mother’s beautiful eyes. she hadn’t shown any possibility of carrying his cursed gene, something they both had been so grateful enough when they first confirmed their pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop the child from possibly continuing her family line of sorcerer. something they’ve been keeping their eyes out ever since she’d turn 3.

“you need help, choso?”

“no, no, i got this. just, give me a minute and i’ll give you your child with perfectly worn pants.”

the child shrieked as the father got closer and ran straight into the protective arm of the mother. “got em!” she held the child up to the father. "nooo," hana cried when she realised her mistake. she pouted, willingly letting her father put the pants over her diaper. finally, choso sighed mentally.

“dada,” she called out, holding her hands out to choso. “yeah, yeah, come here,” he smiled, happily taking his little bundle of joy, gently tugging on her tiny nose, “hana, why is it so hard for me to catch you huh?” he complained to the little one and the wife returned to the stove, ears couldn’t help but to listen to them.

every time choso talks, she would listen attentively before reply with gibberish of english and japanese which her father would’ve thrown his hand up and be like exactly! see only you would understand me, child, and she’ll nod with a laugh, as if she understands everything.

their house has been everything but quiet ever since she came into their life.

she didn’t understand his obsession with the name hana and why she had agreed on it. possibly because they didn’t even pick any names yet at all up to the night where her water broke. they didn’t even know what the gender was; something they had agreed on to wait until the birth. so, at that point, she was willing to agree with anything if it meant choso would’ve shut up. “it has a lot of meaning, look!” he held the ipad to her face as she was easing into her fifth contraction of the night. “choso,” she let out a weak cry, “will you shut up if i say yes?” he laughed, nodding before bringing his hand up to his lips, planting kisses after kisses.

when the last push birthed her a daughter and the doctor placed the bloody crying baby in her arms, from the sparse black locks and the hopeful eyes of it, she just knew that hana is the perfect name for it. her tiny smile alone was enough to cure her exhaustion away from the 20 hours of labour .

without her, there isn't any point of life for both of them.

a pair of arms around her waist pulled her back to reality; she felt heads resting on both of her shoulders. “is dinner ready? you need help, mama?” he asked, pressing a kiss on her cheek; something hana instantly picked up and followed. the mother giggled at the feeling of their wet lips against her cheeks, “almost. would you mind airing her rice out? i don’t want it to be too hot for her.”

“yes, mother,” he teased leaving the wife alone with the child in his left arm.

choso has been the better parent than her; understandably due to her busy schedule despite her being hana’s favourite. she couldn’t remember any time where she woke up to a crying hana and choso didn’t shoot out of the bed instantly, feet running towards their daughter’s crib. “i got it, don’t worry. sleep, you have work tomorrow,” he shooed her away, rubbing the child’s back with his huge hand, whispering dada’s here. something unspoken between them was that he gets hana for the weekdays, and she gets hana for the weekend.

“anyway,” her train of thoughts halted, “her uncle yuji agreed to take hana in for the weekend. don’t worry, kugisaki is going to be there, so hana should be fine.” she smiled as he pressed a kiss on her cheeks, marching towards the dinner table. hana’s ears perked up at the mention of yuji, her favourite uncle and she squealed, calling out for choso’s little brother’s name excitedly. “yayy, uuji, uuji!” he placed her in the baby seat, tightening the seatbelt before handling her a piece of cut off fruit which she eagerly sucked on.

he was back, latching desperately onto her. “finally, a weekend just the two of us,” he sighed against her ear; his chest rested against her back. away from her daughter’s line of view, he planted a kiss on her neck while his free hand roamed under her shirt. a little oh came out of his lips as he realised she was completely bare underneath the thin shirt.

her chest fluttered at the way he looked at her; she could see a hint of lust in his dark eyes and his smile carried a different meaning. her cheeks instantly flushed, and she found herself clenching on nothingness.

weekend could not reach fast enough.

[mansions-maiden]

Helloww, I'm here for 3rd request xD

Don't know you like it or not but hw abt MC is sweet, ladylike, polite, never complained, and lovely girl but someday...when comte hold a banquet and yeps mc has low tolerance alcohol and got drunk so herself became 180° 😂😂😂

She started laughing like maniac, shouting and scold the residents like asian mom 😂.

For example : (arthur) DO YOU KNOW WE CALL A HUMAN TYPE LIKE YOU A THOT ?! FROM NOW I'LL CALL YOU ARTHOT

(isaac) OII YOU MINI APPLE BOI, HOW CAN YOU INVENTED CALCULUS?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU GIVE TO FUTURE STUDENTS ? I CAN'T EVEN ENJOYED MY SCHOOL LIFE !! YOU MUST KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED TO KILL YOU WHEN I WAS IN HIGHSCHOOLER !!

Etc 😂😂 you can make what kind of screaming+scolding she will throw at them 😂😂😂 The residents ? OH I WANT TO SEE THEIR STUPID SHOCKED FACES AHAHAHA. Take your time writing it xD and thank you so much before my darlingzzz 😘😘😘❤️❤️

This is gonna be a fun one to write! Sorry this took so much time to write! I have been busy with school works. But I’ve been writing it slowly. here you go!  The words in the brackets (..) indicate that she missed saying these words.  I had to write the words in a weird way to show that the words were being slurred by mc. 

I tried writing it to your ask .Hope you like it! 

Everyone was still wearing surprised Pikachu faces as they were staring at sleeping MC. For never had they expected to see the completely hidden side of her.

Previously, that evening~  

MC is sweet and  perfect lady, as described in the ask. But little did the vampires know what they would be witnessing that night. 

The lord of the mansion decided to throw another banquet that night for the second time in the month being the hedonistic man he is. And all the residents were invited, including MC. 

All of them reached the venue that evening and in the banquet halls, many fancy dishes were there, waiting to be eaten by  people. There were finest of the wines brought from the  far away land and the exotic dishes that were never seen before. 

All of the mansion residents gathered in a room(kinda VIP room). All have helped themselves with a drink or two and were chatting away. MC stood against the walls of the room, swirling her champagne glass as she spoke to Sebastian.

All of them continued talking to each other.

After some more time:

MC was still speaking when she began giggling to herself continuously. 

All the residents:  “???????⁇?”

MC:” if only people knew how crazy these idiots are!! bwahahaha!” 

Napoleon: “Who are you talking about MC?”  

MC: “ Who am I ... talkin bout? I talk about the grreeat ‘men’ in history.." mc continued giggling as her words began to slur.

Arthur: "And why exactly are we 'idiots'? "

MC: "who in the world knew that all of these men would have crazy sides no one ever knows!" She began laughing again.

All of them looked at each other and then at MC. They noticed her flushed cheeks and understood the situation. 

“MC, you are quite drunk. You should stop drinking now..” 

“ N-no no no no.. I’m not drunk at all.. see,I only drank 1,2,... 4 glasses of champagne! I want to talk! “ 

MC: “comte! do you know..? arthot went into the town again yesterday even after you shun himm.. But he didn’t let me tell you...! teach him a lesson comte!” MC told as she pretended  that she was holding a gun against Arthotur’s head. 

“What in the world is mademoiselle doing?” Jean asked with a confused stare as Sebastian replied, “In our time period, we show guns with our hands in that way.. it’s a type of pretend play..”. 

“And..wait  what? From when did my name change to Arthot?? Did she misspell it??” Arthur asked looking at her. 

“ Lemme think.. nope.. You’re ..definitely Art..Thot! yup! That’s it!” 

  “Arthur.. come to my room later. I should ‘gently’ remind you the rules of the mansion. “ Arthur gulped audibly as comte stared at him with ‘nothing-is-wrong’ smile.

“Arthur, Dazai-san!! Can (you) come here once??” She suddenly asked them with  puppy eyes as they came forward. She tried to reach their faces but couldn’t. She pouted a little and climbed onto the couch behind her. 

“OWW!! “ Both of them cried in pain as MC twisted each of Arthur’s and Dazai’s ears.  “ how.. how dare youu...!  How dare you tease.. Is..Isaac?! the only baby of this mansion! Poor boy! He’s traumatized because of you!” 

Isaac having the time of his life: “That’s right mc! How dare they tease a bab- wait! Who do you think you’re calling BABY!??! “ Isaac frowned at his yet another new nick name. 

Her feet began wobbling and she fell from the couch onto Mozart.  “Aww man!! I fell off the couch!!! Bu..but.. this pillow is soo smoooth and silkyy.. yayy! A nice pillow for me..! “ She said as she snuggled her face into her’pillow’, aka Mozart’s chest. 

“What do you think you’re doing?! Get her off me! mmph!! “ Mozart began yelling but felt a hand clamped over his mouth. “Shh.. doon’t shout.. and you should.. smile like this. Say CHEEEESE! “ MC said, forcing his lips into a smile with her hands. 

MC kept giggling even when Napoleon and Leonardo helped Mozart and sat her on the couch.

(I'm sorry I know that her giggling is too much but I don't know how drunk person acts exactly ^^;)

Leonardo: "How much did she even drink? Why didn't you stop her Sebas?"

Sebastian: "I'm sorry master Leonardo.. I didn't expect her to drink these many. I thought she had high alcohol tolerance.."

Leonardo (stretching hand towards mc): "Cara mia, you had enough fun, c'mon you need to rest up in the mansion.

MC shook her head vigorously . "Noooo! I don't want to rest! I want to talk to all of you~! Why don't you go to sleep ...? Da Vinci~. You've got your bed AKA them... (Pointing finger towards floor and wall) . I'll sing a lullaby to youu.. "

She began humming the tone of the lullaby as she dragged Leonardo with her.

" Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

Down will come baby, cradle and all"

"Go to bed renaissance man! And ! Your cigarillos are confiscated by me! Hmph! " She took the cigarillos from his pockets and threw them into the dustbin.

"MC! You sing so good! It's as if the angel herself has sung the lullaby.. what song is it?" Vincent asked with an excited and curious gaze.

" the lullaby..? T'is from my own time.. god! I miss my old days in college! " Everybody heard small sniffles in the room then. 

They felt helpless seeing her cry. “What’s the matter cherie? Why are you crying? Is something hurting you? “ comte asked approaching her. 

“*sniffle* everything is *hic* alright comte *sniffle, hic*. I just remembered *sniffle* my own time and my friends.. I miss them *sniffle* a lot..” Tears began rolling down her soft cheeks.  Everyone looked at each other.. 

“ A-and.. *sniffle* I also remember the days I used to cry and struggle due to math in college. Especially calculus.. And I’ve heard that Isaac was the one wh- *sniffle* who invented it.. Isn’t it Isaac?”  She asked Isaac through the glassy eyes. 

Isaac: “Y-yeah... it was me..” He lowered his eyes as if he had done a mistake. 

MC grabs Isaac’s lapels weakly and shouted, “Why? Why did you invent calculus?! I remember.. I remember the days I used to stay awakee... until late night, scratching my head and struggling to... to solve them!!    I... hatee.. you !!” She suddenly released him and pushed him back, making him wobble a little. 

Theo: “what the heck hondje?! how much drunk are you!? your mood swings are faster than Arthur’s snarky comments! “ 

MC: “ Hey Theo! Don’t you dare call me Hondje.. You’re the hondje... Who doesn’t allow anyone to come near your darling brother like a guard dog!” 

Theo was very taken back at the sudden backfiring of the nickname. 

MC: “Coming to Vincent and Jean! you both are so adorable.  You’re the epitome of purity. I love you both so much. muah!” She sent a flying kiss to both and both the men’s cheeks flushed a little. 

Napoleon: “Do you have something to say about me MC?” He asked her with curiosity and a little amusement dancing in his eyes. 

MC: “ Well, All I can say ..is.. DON’T GO AROUND KISSING PEOPLE! I can’t.. beliieeve that ‘nightmare of Europe’ went around kissing people.. poor soldiers must have been traumatized..! “ 

“ I can’t believe the nerve of you all to send me to Napoleon’s room early in the morningg!  *gasp* Wait !!This means that all of you have been kissed by him.. didn’t you? Hahahaaa!!”   she continued laughing clutching her stomach hard. 

“Do you know?! There’s a stalker in the mansion who stalks you all 24/7. And he notes it down in his ‘oh no! they didn’t ‘ notebook! It’s none other than our Seba- mmph! “ her voice suddenly came out  muffled as Sebas quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. 

“Wait-who is that stalker??” Dazai asked in confusion. 

“It’s no one Dazai san. She’s just blabbering.”  Sebas quickly replied in a stoic expression. 

“Wow.. she speaks truth when she’s drunk Will..” Vincent told Shakespeare. “ She is.. After all, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart..” Shakespeare told him. 

“Cherie, you must really go back to mansion now. Come, I shall escort you back home..” Comte said worriedly as he approached her. 

“ NO! no comte ~ . See, I-I’m perfectly fine~. And you should stop being a mother comte. For the god’s sake, you’re a man! See, look at your reflection! You’re a handsome man! not a beautiful woman! Ditch all these.. motherly duties and enjoy yourself.~! “  She exclaimed as she turned him towards the mirror. 

“And you all~! stop being such a child and stressing out poor comte! Okay?! repeat after mee! from this day forth, I shall look after myself and never stress out  mama comte!” 

“Do you even like us luv?” Arthur asked her with a knowing smile. 

“Well, yes.. of course! Even though you all are handful.. I love you all a lot! I love you all this..much (spreading her hands on both sides)..I want to.. stay here..for..ever..” 

Suddenly, she felt the world spinning and lost consciousness. But Sebastian caught her by the waist in the nick of time. 

The room suddenly fell silent as the blabbering of a drunk resident stopped. 

“Well well- tonight’s play was rather very interesting.. But the curtains have fallen in a very unexpected way..” Shakespeare said laughing and breaking the silence. 

Sebastian gently laid her on the couch as she slept soundly. “never expected to see this side of cara.. not that I dislike it though..” Leonardo said as he laughed breezily. 

“It felt so entertaining to see her talking her like this.. Though it’s not gentlemanly, I would love to invite her to drinks and make her drunk.. I want to hear those words and keep them to myself..” comte said looking at her. 

“Let’s take her home and call it a day.. And let’s keep it a secret among ouselves...” Napoleon added. Everyone nodded in agreement and started towards mansion, still laughing at her words. That’s how they came to know the completely hidden side of mc that eventful night.  

                  -------------------- THE END   --------------------

 i also wanted to ask you guys if my plots up until now were different or if it feels like I’m writing cliché things..how does it feel? 

[romanceforransom]

yeah…hi👀…i’m…quietly leaving this here 🍓…andimrunningawayreallyfast. have a nice day, ily, bye <3

VANESAA!!! yayy finally an excuse to compliment you (like I need one ajsjjs)

You are truly one of the funniest people that I know. Every time I read a message from you I am literally laughing out loud at the thing you say. This applies to when you are sober... and not so much HAHAHA. Not to expose you or anything but those videos you sent are just the best thing ever, you are just the cutest person.

And you are truly so kind and sweet! The way that you would always have me internally sobbing with your tags on my videos I just 😭 I don't even know how a person so lovely can even exist??? Like are you sure you're real? Do we have scientific proof that you are in fact a real person because you seem too good to be true 👀😂

Just putting this out there you are also gorgeous?!?!?! I mean seriously you are so so beautiful, when i first saw your face my brain came up with an error 404 message like I was mind blown. Your eyes, your hair, your smile ahhh God was seriously playing favourites when he created you.

You also just radiate so much comfort and warmth??? Like I never felt intimidated or scared to talk to you... it was like my social anxiety was immediately like, yeah we're good this girl is great. And any time I go drinking you are the first person I go to to message (or video call apparently jrjdjdl) which really just proves how comfortable i feel around you because I know you won't judge me... I mean you will but never in a mean way which is appreciated ahahaha

So to sum up this essay (even though I could could on) you are honest to God one of the best people I know and I'm so grateful that you're in my life! I love you so much ❤

Ok you can stop running now

Send me a 🍓 and I'll compliment you

[willowistic22]

"He urgently needs soup" for Ikeshot?

I got that school project done yayy which means I am back to writing my heart out in newsies fanfics JAHFJNFJKSNJSDF. i wrote this from start to finish for like 3-4 hours straight lol i wish i was this productive every day. one of my favorite and very underrated ship btw so i was soo excited to write it. and also might be a little too long than my other drabble request but hey ive been saying that for almost all of my drabble requests so im sorry not sorry  ✌🤪

requests are still closed for now till i have the motivation to reblog another prompt list but that also just applies to requests in general lol. till then, enjoy this and my next drabble request still in the works. 

He lets the cool night breeze be his company, sitting on the outdoor table of the restaurant his date told him to meet him at. Hotshot didn’t want to order till his date arrive, despite the loud grumbling coming from his stomach. Hotshot isn’t sure how long he has before starvation gets the best of him. Because it’s been well over an hour and a half, and his date hasn’t arrived yet. 

He bounces his leg frantically, the anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach worsens with every passing moment of not knowing. Hotshot puts all his energy and focus on the small details around him, ruffling his dark brown hair, fidgeting his fingers together. Doing all that just to distract his brain from what’s most likely happening right now. 

This can’t actually be happening, can it? Why would Hotshot get stood up on the third date? The one where his date had chosen what to do and promised to pay for it? Besides, it seemed that his date was showing genuine interest in him. Or did Hotshot just got too excited and read it all wrong? Is this suppose to be some sort of sign he needs to decipher? 

God, he hated those intrusive thoughts. It gave him a sudden headache, forcing him to pull away his focus from the tiny lights the restaurant had hanged for decorations. Putting his elbow on the table, Hotshot uses his palm to support his heavy head. 

“Are you ready to order now?” The same waitress came back to ask the same question for the seventh time, or is this the eight? Hotshot can only shake his head, the same answer he’s been providing every time that question is thrown at him, turning his face away just to avoid seeing the pity the waitress showed.

Hotshot still wants to hope for the best outcome, but him and every other people noticing his loneliness knows what’s happening. Still, he pulls out his phone to see if his date had responded to his text or he had missed a call. Nothing. Hotshot moves to text his friend Spot, asking him for a second opinion on what to do. 

It fucking sucks because I really like him. Hotshot had texted. He has to have a proper explanation for being this late, right?

He waits for the texting bubbles from Spot to turn into readable text, which didn’t took too long. 

You call two hours late? Look, I’m sorry I have to say this but he stood you up! 

Hotshot doesn’t respond for a moment because he doesn’t want to believe what his friend said. More texting bubbles starts to appear. He places his phone on the table to wait what more Spot has to say. 

I’m saying this because you’re my friend, Hotshot. Come over and we’ll talk about it

That offer looks tempting in Hotshot’s eyes. Before he could reply, the screen of his phone switches to the call display. The name on it confuses him, seeing that he had been ignoring Hotshot for the whole night. 

Hotshot was hesitant to answer it at first, but maybe it’s worth to listen what kind of sorry excuse he had for his lateness. That is, if this still counts as being late. 

“Hello?” Hotshot hesitantly spoke as he put his phone up to his ear. 

“Hey, uhh... a-are you still waiting at the restaurant?” The voice asked, tone nervously shaking. Hotshot could pick up some background noises from the callers end, it’s quite loud but it sounds like there’s too many things happening there to the point he can’t really tell what is what. 

“Yeah, yeah I am. Where are you?” 

There was a little pause for a second before he finally responded again, “So... remember I told you that I have a twin brother?” 

“Yes?” 

“And how I exaggerated about him being a total dumbass and an overall useless human being?” He continued on with a little awkward laughter following after, “Well, you’ll never believe what just happened and where I’m at right now” 

Ike’s in the hospital. The emergency room to be exact. Ike’s brother, Mike, had gotten himself into a drunken accident while he was at a bar. Ike didn’t fully explain what happened because he has no idea what happened there himself.

Hotshot thought Ike genuinely felt bad for leaving him hanging like that. He wanted to tell him but he was just too caught up with what’s happening at the moment. Things had just calmed down on his end, which is why it took him two hours to call Hotshot. 

He told Hotshot to come see him at the emergency room and get takeout for them to enjoy, plus a little something for Mike. Hotshot briefly explained to Spot what was really happening before he head to the hospital to make sure he doesn’t leave his friend hanging. 

The ER is packed with people. Whether they’re there as a patient or as a health worker in the middle of doing their night shift. A strong smell of latex and other medical scents filled his nostrils as soon as he stepped through the automatic doors. The lights are nearly blinding, but it didn’t took long for him to adjust to it.

He scanned the place to look for a small specific boy in the midst of the rush. He finally spotted a familiar face in the far back, hunched over a hospital bed. Hotshot caught his attention with a wave of his hand, which made him stand up from his seat to walk over to him. 

Hotshot makes his own way to him and they meet in the middle of their path. He bends down a little to give Ike a hug once they’ve gotten close enough, but Ike parted with an awkward smile, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t planned on having a date at the ER!” 

To which they both laughed as they make their way to Mike’s hospital bed. 

“What did you get?” Ike asked, finally noticing the takeaway bag Hotshot was carrying. 

“Nothing more than what you suggested on getting” Hotshot replied. Ike had suggested on getting the seafood dishes because that’s their specialty. But he specifically directs Hotshot on what to get for Mike. 

“That means you ordered something for Mike?” He asked, and got a simple nod as a reply, “Good. ‘Cause from what I can tell with his current condition...” 

He moves the hospital curtain to reveal an identical figure lying helplessly on the bed, a cast on the left arm and another cast wrapped around his head. Ike leans his weight against the bed railings with his hands before adding on, “... he urgently needs soup” 

“Is this the guy that keeps on kidnapping you from me to go on corny dates?” The boy on the bed managed to speak up. He looks a little disoriented but his consciousness is present. 

“Mike, we’ve only been on two dates” 

“And he’s gonna keep on doing it, is he?!”

Hotshot laughed at the brotherly interaction before Ike finally pulled a second chair for him. Mike gets his soup, despite still not being able to function properly, while Hotshot and Ike gets to have their third date. The two eat their respective dishes accompanied with a small chat but mostly getting entertained with Mike who’s either still under the influence of anesthesia or the alcohol. Maybe they’re lucky and got both. 

“I’m so sorry our dinner date had to turn into... ‘this’...” Ike put down his wooden spoon in the small food container to gesture his hands towards his brother, “And I’m sorry that it looked like I stood you up” 

“It’s okay. I mean, at least this isn’t another corny date like what he said” 

To which, Ike responded with a small laugh. 

“I should step up my game and get my friend to third wheel us on another ER date next time” Hotshot joked, earning a laugh from Ike, “Taking you on corny dates would piss your brother off” 

“Mike’s an idiot but he’s harmless” Ike explained after he stopped his laughing, “And... I don’t mind the corny dates. I just enjoy going out with you in general!”

Hotshot smiles at him sweetly and Ike returns the favor, ignoring the reality of where they actually are. It made him feel warm to know Ike felt the same way about hanging out with him. Because Hotshot clearly likes him. A lot. 

“Jesus, guys! Get a room!” Mike called out. He might still be a little dysfunctional but he’s sober enough to realize the tension between them, “Don’t gotta make me and my soup feel single while you two make out in public!” 

Hotshot looks down to his food to hide his laugh, whilst Ike gives his brother the stink eye but manages out a laugh. He face Hotshot again, “I swear, this isn’t how I wanted you two to meet” 

[youremeimyou]

Promise Me(pt.2)

Part 1 - Part 2

pairing: Park Jimin x reader (ft. Kim Taehyung) genre: Lots of angst, fluff and pure drama... word count: 5k warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual tension

Description: Y/N is Jimin’s longest and best friend. Certain feelings are caught and meanwhile, Jimin accidently sets Y/N up with his other best friend. But not before getting her to make him a promise.

A/N: First off, sorry cuz I know it’s been a long time since pt.1. But finally pt.2 is here, yayy! This one’s a bit more angsty but these two boys are both fluffballs so there are lots of cute stuff. (sighs)I just love Vmin so much, it was hard to do this justice. I hope I could and I hope you’ll like it. I’d love to know what you think. Enjoy!

It had almost been a month since the eventful Christmas. Taehyung was walking to the girl's dorm to spend some time with Y/N. This was his third time going without Jimin since he finally found the courage to go alone a few weeks ago, when he made up a stupid excuse for showing up at her door in the middle of the night.

Of course he was drunk that night. A few words may have slipped out of his mouth that made Y/N a blushing mess. But he never made a move on her in his drunken state and she appreciated that. Y/N took care of him, helped him sober up, let him sleep on her couch. So it became normal for him to drop by just to hang out since then.

After everything that went down on Christmas, Jimin only had one mission in mind: Avoid both of your best friends at all costs.

It was obviously hard considering one of them was a person he saw everyday since he was a kid and the other was his roommate. But he tried his best. It was starting to become tiring, feeling bothered and even heartbroken without understanding why and pretending to be okay so they wouldn't figure out. So he was more ghost than man over the course of last month.

It didn't go unnoticed by Y/N of course, she saw through his acts easily. Especially the times they would work on the musical. Normally doing anything with Jimin was fun for Y/N, even work and studying. And producing a musical normally would've been crazy fun. But Y/N could tell he was being distant. He wouldn't even come over much, saying there was still a lot of time to work on the project. All of that broke Y/N's heart to pieces.

There was a flower in Taehyung's hand that he picked up from the little winter garden at the coffee shop he'd been coming from. And he contemplated whether or not to give it to Y/N as he waited outside her room. But suddenly the door opened.

"Oh- Hey Tae! What're you doing here?"

"Uhh.. Hi. I just came by to ask you if you wanted to play some Mortal Kombat." he said, having trouble keeping eye contact.

"You mean you wanna get your ass kicked by the best player around? Sure." Y/N smirked. "I was just about to take out the trash so after that-"

Taehyung took it from her hands.

"I'll take it out and you get the game ready?" He made it sound like a question but started walking away to do as he said at the same time.

"Wait. What's that in your..?"

Taehyung looked back to see Y/N pointing at the flower in his hand, a funny expression on her face. He mentally face palmed.

"Oh this? Uhh it's just-" he sighed defeatedly and passed it to her. "It's for you." She was cringing and laughing but it still made his heart race as she took it to her nose.

"Thanks, it smells so nice."

After 15 rounds of K.O. -each with fatality- from Y/N, Taehyung gave up and put the controller down with a frown. Then he noticed the sketches on the coffee table.

"Oh, come on. You're good at music, acting and drawing? How's that fair for the rest of the world?" Taehyung protested.

"I'm merely mediocre at the first two and I suck at the last one. Admit it."

"No way! What were you drawing here?"

"Uh.. Jimin.."

Taehyung's eyes went wide. "Oh. Okay, sorry it just looks more like Bart Simpson than anything."

They both burst into laughter.

"I know. It's just- the professor wants the posters to also be original and made by us. So I wanted it to be a cool drawing of Jimin. You know, cause he's the lead." Her face dropped as she continued. "And also.. Jimin's been out of my reach lately. Which sucks.. So I thought maybe I could surprise him and make up for anything stupid I did to make him avoid me."

Taehyung could tell how important this was to her. He also was on Jimin's 'to avoid list'. An idea popped into his mind.

"Well, I can work on a poster for Jimin. Though, it'll be kinda hard to keep it from him. He always loves to snoop whenever I'm working on something."

Taehyung was a graphic design student that did illustrations for a comic book shop as part time gig. So he was more than qualified. But all of his equipment and designing programs were on his computer. And his wasn't a laptop but a desktop pc.

"You're just gonna have to distract him for me!" Taehyung said while looking like he presented the best idea ever.

"That is a brilliant idea. But our lovely Chim doesn't really talk to me novadays." Y/N's frown returned. She really had missed him.

"Come on, he can never resist you."

Now that was true. All three of them knew it. Even if it made Taehyung a bit upset, he just knew their relationship was something way bigger than anything else. And so, they made a deal and shook on it. Taehyung was gonna get free tickets to the musical in return for designing the poster.

Later that day, Taehyung texted Y/N saying he had an inspiration and that she needed to get Jimin out of the room to start working on it. So she quickly got ready and went over there.

She knocked on the door and heard both of the boys collectively say "Come in!" When she walked in she saw that Jimin really was trying to look at what Taehyung was doing on his computer. A curious little baby, she thought.

"Hey Chim. Whatcha doin'?"

The look on Jimin's face as he looked at her was confusing. Because it contained nervousness and edginess but also longing and relief. It gave hope to Y/N in thinking she wasn't the only one missing a best friend. Jimin walked over to her and when he noticed a strand of hair fall on her eyes, he gently put it back behind her ear.

"Nothing much. You?"

"Same. Wanna come over and work on some dance moves? I feel like I can't do any of 'em right. I really need you.."

She had no idea why she expressed that last part with so much emotion. But it made Jimin inhale sharply.

"Okay, sure."

"Great! Oh, you go ahead and I just gotta return Taehyung this uh.. pen I burrowed."

Y/N had one of her own pens in her hand and Jimin knew it. But he wasn't gonna dig on the subject. He just settled for rolling his eyes and saying "Fine.." as he walked out. Taehyung on the other hand was confused not remembering ever lending her a pen.

"Here Tae, thanks!" She shouted that so Jimin would hear and then whispered the next part.

"Whatever you do, just draw him dancing. Oh, and I want my pen back later."

Y/N knew her neighboors would complain about the noise she and Jimin were making while practising. But it didn't matter. With the way his body moved fluidly as he showed her his smooth and flawless moves and the way he held her hips to move her and teach her when she couldn't get it right.. Y/N didn't care one bit about the neighboors, no.

Every once in a while he would dance behind her to lead her through the choreography, all the while his breathy voice in her ear, panting and counting the steps. Needless to say she felt hot and bothered. So she suggested to take a break.

The chamomile sitting on the little table inside a glass of water caught Jimin's eye. He knew for a fact Y/N wasn't a flower person. Whenever he'd buy her some in the past, they'd always end up dead. He did have a guess in mind about who might've brought it here, though.

"I hope he won't get upset when it dies in like two days." He pointed to it with his head.

"I know he's your friend but sorry, that thing was a goner as soon as it was placed in my care."

"Well, sad. Cause coming from Taehyung, it's kinda a big gesture."

A frown formed on Y/N's brows, with the worry of making Taehyung upset. But flowers just didn't grow with her, nothing could be done.

"I'm afraid it wasn't the right gesture to pull on me."

"He doesn't know you like I do."

By this point, he was much closer to Y/N than he was at the beginning of the conversation. Y/N hadn't even realized him moving towards her. This rehersal had been nothing but tense so far.

"No one does, Chim."

They looked into each other's eyes as if it was a staring contest. Jimin would normally win those. But having her right in front of him, with drops of sweat falling from her face down to her collarbones and heat radiating off her skin, he felt a push like never before to get even closer so he had to step back as caution.

"Good job today, panda. These moves fit you so well."

"Thanks. And thanks for teaching me. Sorry for being such a burden-"

"Hey!" Jimin cut in and stepped towards her again to look her in the eyes once more. "You could never be a burden." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and left soon after.

The evening came pretty soon and Y/N was very exhausted after all the dancing around earlier. Jimin was a professional at it. His body and condition would rival any of the boys on soccer team. But Y/N wasn't fit like that. So she was getting ready to call it at a day. In fact, she was barely awake as she layed on the couch. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone went off loudly with notifications. Her brain immediately presumed to see 'Chimmy' on the screen but instead it was 'TaeTae'.

-Hey wanna come over real quick? Jimin went out.

-I mean to talk about the poster, I swear I’m not a perv.. u awake?? I really need opinions!

-Y/N, he'll be out prolly all night, this is our chance.

Out all night? Why would he be out all night? Y/N quickly called Jimin first before even opening the messages.

"Angel? What's up?"

"Hey Chim, where are you?"

"Uh.. on my way to the library. I have intel that there'll be a quiz on Theatre History tomorrow." He voiced the last part like those characters in spy movies.

"Oh. Why didn't you tell me? I took that class last year and still have my notes, I could come help you."

"I know but no need, lovely. You were already tired today. And Namjoon hyung's here to give me an intensive course."

He always managed to make a smiling fool out of Y/N with the endless, sweet nicknames. This time wasn't an exception.

"Anything up with you? If you need something I'm already outside I can-"

"No, I just wanted to check in on you, I'm about to go to sleep. Good luck and say hi to Joon."

"I will. Sweet dreams, angel."

She got up to walk to her bed but remembered Taehyung’s messages. Her body desperately craved sleep but Taehyung was right. It was a great opening with Jimin out of the room so she dragged her feet over there. 

When Taehyung opened the door and saw a sleepy Y/N, his stomach started doing flips and somersaults. As a result, he was a stuttering mess.

“Hey, sorry if uh.. if I wake- woke you. Come on- come in! Come in.”

His hair was wet. There was a towel over his shoulders and he held a t-shirt over his chest. Fresh out of the shower. Y/N eyes traced the t-shirt down to where once she knew his tummy was from P.E. classes in high school. Tummy was no more, though. Those were qualified abs. Not overdone but just the right amount of them. Once she noticed she was staring, her eyes quickly changed direction. And when he noticed what she had been doing, he visibly blushed and audibly gulped.

“Oh.. When you didn’t write back, I thought you might’ve gone to sleep so I just hopped in the shower.” he explained as he quickly put on his shirt.

They went over to his computer to see the progress of the poster. Taehyung sat on the chair in front of the table and Y/N took a seat on Taehyung’s bed right next to it.

“Woah, Tae it looks incredible. I can’t believe you’re done so soon!”

“Done? No, I’m not done. There’re still a lot of details we should go through.”

As Taehyung mumbled the list of said details, Y/N couldn’t get her attention away from the poster. The elegancy and the delicacy of the move Jimin was pictured doing seemed so real, like an actual photo. But the colors and the environment looked so abstract. 

“You’ve really captured the essence of Jimin and the way he loses himself to dance. Wow.”

“I’ve seen him perform enough times to familiarize with the demon that posesses him on stage.”

Thank you Mr. Demon, Y/N thought as she always did when seeing Jimin perform.

Taehyung then settled on his bed next to Y/N with a pen and paper on his hands to sketch. He was asking Y/N about the stuff he wanted to change or add and etc and showing her what it would roughly look like. And Y/N tried her best to give opinions but her eyes were slowly but surely closing, drifting into sweet slumber. And so she dozed off. Taehyung didn’t even notice until he also was pulled by sleep. 

He thought about waking her up but couldn’t bring himself to do it. He watched her steadily breathing for a while before being taken by sleep himself. 

A few hours later Jimin came back from the library and slowly got inside his room, guessing his roomate would be sleeping. What he never would’ve expected was seeing Y/N curled up next to him. Sleeping by his side. 

That devastating feeling came back to sit on Jimin’s chest. She knew Jimin would be out for hours, maybe even until the morning. She called Jimin before coming here. Why? Why would she sneak in here without saying anything to him? Why would she keep this.. whatever it was a secret from him? They were clearly way closer than Jimin imagined. 

His breath got stuck in his throat. He felt furious and heartbroken and he wanted to run away but stopped dead in his tracks. The thought of leaving them alone in here like this seemed inconceivable at that moment. So he walked over to his bed and plumped on it. Pulling the cover over his head he hoped it wasn’t real but when he got his head out again, the view was the same.

That’s when he saw Y/N twitching and grunting in discomfort. She was slowly gaining back consciousness. Her head was between her hands as she tried to wake up fully, realizing she fell asleep unintentionally. After miraculously managing to slip out of the bed without waking Taehyung up, she noticed Jimin sitting on his bed staring at her. She wobbly walked over to him. And even though Jimin was upset, he still felt worried, she didn’t look well.

“What’s wrong with you?” 

“This crazy headache woke me up. I feel like vomiting.”

Jimin got up and went to check on her by instinct. “Let’s get you to a doctor.” 

“No no. It’s just normal migraine stuff, Chim. It won’t pass unless I manage to go back to sleep. I should get back to my room.”

She started walking towards the door and decided to explain everything to Jimin in the morning when she’d be able to do it better. Jimin on the other hand couldn’t leave her alone when she was in this much pain. Putting everything aside for the time being, he pulled her back by her arm.

“Just come here, Y/N.”

He pulled her into the bed next to himself and gently turned her to face the other way. His hands travelled on her temples, eyes and forhead, slowly massaging the areas. He would place little kisses on the back of her head from time to time, too. She’d get these headaches every once in a while so Jimin had learned over time what he could do to make her feel better. 

“It’ll be okay. Just close your eyes, try clearing your head and take deep breaths, baby.” he whispered in her ear. 

Jimin’s arms were home. Warm, comfy and familiar. Even that headache couldn’t hold Y/N back from dozing off once more and sleeping soundly in his embrace. Jimin kept watching over her and only allowed himself to sleep when it seemed like all her pain was gone.

With the morning sun Y/N slowly came around from sleep. She felt the lack of a set of arms around her so she turned around to regain them as her eyes were still closed. They opened in disbelief when she couldn’t find the source. Her eyes looked around the room next but only to find that both Jimin and Taehyung were gone. 

Y/N stayed in bed, trying to remember details of last night. She had accidently fallen asleep on Taehyung’s bed. She wondered what Jimin thought when he saw her like that. He did seem upset and she’d love to explain it to him but that terrible headache.. And how Jimin took care of her. Wasn’t new that he helped her but the atmosphere felt different at that moment. Despite being distant for a while before, he was being more intimate with her lately. A different kind of intimate. She really wanted to have a talk with him. She decided to text him but she saw the texts he had sent before on the screen.

-Y/N, I had to leave to get to class. If you're still not feeling okay, you have to go to the doctor. Let me know if you do. If not, bagels in the fridge and coffee's made.

-My keys are on the night stand you can leave them under the mat if you go out. But I'd love to have you there when I get back, angel.

There it was. An opportunity to have the talk. Jimin seemed to want to, as well. So decided on waiting there, it was a free day for her anyways.

Some time later sounds came from the door implicating someone coming in. Y/N thought it must've been Jimin. It was his taller counterpart.

"Oh, uh.. morning, Y/N."

"Hey, Tae. Did you have an early class?"

"No, it's my free day just like you. I just went out for a walk."

"In this cold?" Y/N teased, smiling.

"I was kinda hot headed so the cold helped."

His voice was even deeper than normal. And the features of his face were unusually hardened.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

He shot her a quick smile that didn't even reach his eyes. And anyone that knew Taehyung knew he was never insincere. That was against his nature.

"You can talk to me about anything." Y/N said as she handed him the cup of coffee she poured for him when he came in.

Taehyung stared at the mug. Then, at her strecthed out arm and lastly at her eyes, without saying a word or moving. He looked like he was thinking carefully about what he was gonna say next.

"I didn't wanna scare you away last night. I hope I wasn't but I apperantly have this habit of hugging things as I sleep so I'm sorry if-"

"Wha- No Tae and I wouldn't mind if you were either. You didn't scare me away. A headache woke me up."

"But when I woke up, I saw you over there." He pointed to Jimin's bed. Shit. Y/N worried about what Jimin thought of the situation last night but it didn't occur to her how Taehyung would take it. She sometimes forgot what Jimin told her about Taehyung's feelings. The last thing she'd want would be to break his heart.

"Jimin helped me. There's this massage thing he invented for when I get headaches. That's why we were-"

"I know it's not the first time I've seen you two like that but it's just-" Courage came to him all of a sudden so he took a step forward. "I thought I was being more.. open with you. And call me crazy if I'm wrong but it feels like we've become closer. Haven't we?"

They had been.Taehyung wasn't someone Y/N could easily disregard. And she knew she kept letting him in more and more over time. But she was just confused by Jimin all the time. Maybe she shouldn't have been, though. Jimin's been witnessing them getting closer but wasn't doing or saying anything about it, she thought. Guess he really was okay with it. Obviously he didn't want his relationship with Y/N to change into something.. else.

"You're not wrong, Tae. We have."

His eyes lit up and his mood got back up after hearing her say that. He didn't wanna rush things but he didn't want to do nothing either.

"Tonight, when you're hungry and when I'm also hungry we could- could we? Eat? Like outside- I know a great place."

Y/N couldn't help but smile seeing him stumble over his words.

"How are you this shy with the way you look is still beyond me." It was a sincere comment and she was pleasently surprised to be able to say it to his face. Taehyung still blushed like crazy, though. Then he took a deep breath and asked more confidently.

"Can I take you out to dinner tonight?"

Maybe she needed to move on from the limbo she was in, after all.

"Yeah.."

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A ryhtmic knocking came from Y/N's door. She opened it and was met with a Jimin holding a lot of shopping bags.

"Chim! What's all that?"

"Well my quiz went amazingly, thanks for asking. So I thought we could celebrate. We're gonna make a cake!"

"I think you've gotten enough stuff to make ten cakes. And congrats."

"Ten cakes are even better. And thanks. But hey, I thought you’d be waiting for your man to get back at his room where he left you." Jimin teased with a smug smirk on his face. And Y/N’s mouth fell open a little in shock. But she quickly recovered and played along.

“Well my man took his time to come back. I can’t be kept in a cage, waiting forever for a guy.” They stared at each other until Jimin said “And scene..”

They were laughing as they carried the stuff inside and upon Jimin insisting, they started with the cake immediately. Twenty minutes in, they already created the biggest mess and didn't even get much done from fooling around. Jimin was in a good mood, dancing around, teasing Y/N and it all felt normal.

Y/N was making chocolate sauce and beckoned Jimin for a taste test. He came to her, sticking his head out from behind, over her shoulder and placing his hands on both sides of the stove, trapping her body with his own. Closer than close. He reached for the spoon and immediately closed his eyes after tasting, humming deeply.

"Mmhhmm.. my diligent panda, it tastes like paradise! Great job."

"Exaggerate away.."

"It does! Go ahead and taste for yourself."

Jimin took the spoon out of her hand and offered her some. He watched her as she tasted it. He was already staring at her lips and now they were covered in chocolate. There was some left on the corner of her mouth, too. Jimin felt that push again but this time he was already too close to not act on it.

He leaned forward and licked the chocolate away. Y/N just froze, not even being able to react.

"You had a little left.. on the corner right there."

When they finally broke apart Jimin got a bottle of wine out from one of the bags.

"I got this for when the cake is ready."

A while later there was some music they put in the background, only a few pieces were left of the two cakes that they made and the wine bottle had been emptied very quickly. It was still early into the evening but emotions, thoughts and feelings were already all over the place. 

They were at their usual spot. On the floor in front of the couch with Y/N seated in the space between Jimin’s legs and Jimin’s arms wrapped up around her. Movements were sloppy due to alcohol. Jimin placed his head on her shoulder. 

“I’m sleepy.” Y/N almost couldn’t understand what he said because of his mumbling. 

“Are you now? I don’t ever remember you being an early bird.”

“What can I do? You’re so cozy.”

“Me? It’s probably the wine making you sle-”

“Nope, this much wouldn’t affect me. It’s all you, bear.”

Bear was a new one, she loved it.

“Oh!” Jimin hopped up and down where he was sitting. “I know your secret~” he sang. Y/N’s eyes went wide. Did Taehyung tell him about the date? And why was he taking it this excitedly?

“Umm.. I don’t know what you’re talki-”

“I saw it on Taehyung’s PC. I figured it was your idea. And the way you were sneaking around with him made much more sense.” He huffed as if in relief. Y/N was also relieved. He meant the poster, not the date. Good. She wanted to be the one to tell him.

“He did all the work. And you weren’t supposed to see until he felt like it was done completely!”

“My dude’s got talent. And I always snoop around, he knows that.” 

They were giggling, Jimin put his head back down on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Y/N’s eyes went to the clock to see the time they agreed on meeting with Taehyung was getting close. She had to tell Jimin about it. 

“I gotta jet soon, Chim.”

“No, you wouldn’t leave me.”

“But I have to get ready.”

Jimin got his head up suddenly in denial with a lovely pout. 

“Where’re you going?”

“Out to dinner.” She paused to avert her eyes from him. “With Taehyung.”

Jimin had a rude awakening. “A date? An offical one?”

She just nodded. They didn’t speak for some time and just stared into space. But something happened in the silence. Jimin understood now. Up until that moment, what he knew was that Y/N was his person. Everyone around them knew it as well. But the void Jimin felt whenever this subject was brought up finally made sense to him. And he had promised himself that he’d tell her as soon as he knew. So that’s what he’d do.

“Don’t go.”

He spoke clearly and seriously.

“What?”

“Even though you complied back then, it was wrong of me to make you promise to not care about anyone the way you care about me.”

“Jimin, I could never-”

“We might be best and oldest friends but that wouldn’t be fair to anyone we open our hearts to. And especially you. You’ve given so much to me and I became comfortable on the recieving end. The reason I made you make that promise is because I knew I wanted to be the one you loved most but I was so dumb to not realize why until now.” 

He moved his head closer and closer until their lips were so close that they even touched but only slightly. 

“I know I’m so stupid. But I’m so in love with you, Y/N. I wanna kiss you so bad..” Y/N was sure her heart would jump right out of her chest at any second.

“But I won’t if you don’t want me to-”

Y/N quickly closed whatever little distance was left between their faces, not being able to take it any longer. Jimin was surprised but when he felt her trying to pull away, he held her and deepened the kiss. He slowly and gently pushed her down on the ground with his body on top of hers, lips still connected. Then linked one of his hands with hers while the other one was still placed on the back of her head, protecting it from bumping onto the ground earlier. 

When they finally parted lips, both were panting. Y/N ran her hand through Jimin’s hair. Jimin was looking at her with fragile eyes. 

“Does this mean you’re not going?”

“No, I only kissed you because there was some chocolate left on your lips and I didn’t want it to go to waste.”

Jimin actually took it seriously for a moment. He let out a relieved sigh when he realized the corners of her mouth curving upwards in humour.

“I can’t believe it took you this long, Jimin.” Y/N complained. 

“What do you mean? Wait- Did you already-”

“You finally figured out your feelings but you never had a clue about mine?”

Jimin was shocked. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’ve always loved you, idiot. And I’ve been pining after you for the longest time.”

“I’m sorry.” he quickly pecked her lips over and over and spoke in between kisses saying “I love you.”, “I’m an idiot.” and “I love you” again. 

“It’s okay, Chim.” she softly tapped his chest, signaling to sit back up. And they were seated once more.

“What’re we gonna do about Tae?” She felt so worried about that. Feeling like she played him. He was an amazing person and a true friend to both of them. The thought of breaking his heart terrified her. It made Jimin upset too, they both cared about him.

“I don’t know.. But we’ll figure it out.”

He laughed bitterly. “You know what? Tae knew. He always told me to stop being an idiot with you. I should’ve listened. But yeah.. I know he’ll understand.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And whatever happens I’ll make it right with him. He’s my brother. Brothers might fight but they’re still brothers.”

She pinched the side of his arm. “No fighting over anyone! Not ever!”

“I meant that figuratively, angel.”

“Wait. Did you just quote High School Musical?” They both burst into laughter.

Then he smiled at her endearingly and pulled her into the tightest hug ever.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

...

@world-moon​​ @nopedopebts  had requested to be tagged so here you go :)

A/N: I’m sorry for this long ass part. Thank you soo much if you bared with me and read it. I seriously hope you liked it because I struggled a lot with the ending, I hope it was good and satisfactory. I’d really like it if you guys let me know what you think and who would you have liked Y/N to end up with. 

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Who’ll give in first? - Pt 6

PARTS :   1  2  3  4  5  6  7  Final

A/N : Almost 2.2K and took me a while to write. I guess only 2 more chapter are left, 3 at max. This would have been uploaded earlier had a friend of mine not given me this idea of another fic and i invested quite a time on that. So basically i have another fic coming up, Yayy me!

‘Will be home later’ turned out to be quite late, Hongseok thought. They were supposed to go shopping, how much more time did they needed? It was past dinner time now and more then concerned, Hongseok was on the verge of murderous rage. Maybe it was because he was planning to bare his heart to her tonight or maybe it was just plain jealousy of her spending more time with Kino, but he wanted her home NOW. Sadly all his calls were going unanswered and the only response he got was a text from her saying “will be late, sorry!” and then no reply to the texts he sent after. So he was beyond pisssed.

Around 11:30-ish, he got a call from her and before he could say anything, he heard her sing-song voice saying,”Hongseok-aaah!” and then she giggled and Hongseok sighed, “Great. When I actually get her, she’s fucking drunk.” He mumbled and got up from the couch. If she was calling him, there was a 99.99% chance that she needs him to pick her up.

“Where are you?” he asked, grabbing his car keys and jacket and putting his shoes on while trying to get her to tell him where she was.

“Umm a club? A party? I don’t know. Kino took me. Do you wanna talk to him? Let me give him the phone!” she said as Hongseok wanted to slap himself or her for that matter. Why couldn’t she have just told him?

An equally drunk Kino came on the phone after her and somehow managed to tell him the club they were in. On his way, he called Changgu there too, to pick Kino up because he didn’t wanted to handle two drunks, especially those two. He was already dreading meeting them because when sober they can be all cutesy together, drunk them will be even more and that was the last thing he needed that day.

He arrived there, about 25 minutes later and as soon as he got out of his car, he found them. Or o be precise, they found him because he heard her yelling “seok-ah!” at the top of her voice and when he turned around, he saw her waving her hand at him while the other hand was wrapped around Kino’s and were sitting on the sidewalk adjacent to the club.

He went to them and then only Changgu pulled up as well so he sighed in relief. When Changgu came too, they both stood in front of the two drunks happily giggling among themselves. Changgu first tried to pull Kino up who refused to let go of her and Hongseok just stared around.

“Can’t we just leave him here?” he said to Changgu who glared at him from near Kino.

“Come pick her up. Then they both will get up hopefully.”

The two sober ones were pointedly ignoring the drunken whispers of them who, according to Hongseok, were too close for his peace of mind so he just went close to her. He tried to hold her arm which she let her, a good sign he thought, but she won’t get up until Kino would too, so Changgu and him pulled them both up together and finally, the drunk duo were standing on their feet, even though a bit wobbly.

The next problem was, SHE! JUST! WON’T! LET! GO! OF! HIS! ARM! Hongseok had had enough after the first few tries that he just grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, upside down on his shoulder and she just had to leave Kino’s hand.

“Hyunggguuuuuu!!” she yelled while hitting Hongseok on his back which wasn’t really much to him but it was annoying. The said man in question was also trying to escape Changgu’s grip and crying “Jiwon-ieee!” and Hongseok just stared at him in irritation.

“Just take him, I’m gonna take her too.” He said and started to turn around when Changgu called him.

“Did you finally tell her?” he asked and Hongseok looked at the thrashing girl on his shoulder.

“I couldn’t really. She was out the whole day with him,” he said, pointing at Kino with his chin. Changgu laughed and Hongseok rolled his eyes.

“Don’t hold her upside down too long. She might throw up!” Changgu yelled at him while taking Kino away and Hongseok swiftly manhandled her into the bridal position.

“Let’s go!” she chimed in and he rolled his eyes. So much for calling Kino before.

He eventually managed to have her sit in the car and jogged over to the driver’s seat and they started their way home. Until 5 minutes later when Jiwon decided she has had enough of sitting still and moved around in her seat to stare at Hongseok driving. That was fine too but then she decided she wanted to feel his muscles up and Hongseok looked at her sideways, wide eyed, “what are you doing?” he asked and she looked at him with a dopey smile, “I like your muscles seok-ah!”

He sighed and continued driving. But again, a few minutes later she was bored from his biceps and her hands wandered to his chest and the car slightly swerved because he was so shocked!

“What the hell Jiwon?” he asked and she just smiled at him. He stopped the car on the side road and turned towards her.

“Can you stop that so that we can actually reach home in single piece?”

“But I like your bodyyy!” she whined and Hongseok blushed slightly. Even though he knew that it was a fact, explicitly her being vocal about it made him flush slightly.

“Okay, stay in your seat and do all this after we reach home okay?” he said turning around to drive.

“Kiss.”

“Huh?” he turned around so quickly that he made himself slightly dizzy.

“Gimme a kiss then I won’t disturb you.” She said, puckering her lips towards him. He stared at her for a few seconds until she started grabbing his jacket but leaned over then to give her a peck.

“Happy now?” he asked, staring at her.

“Very.” She said and leaned back in her seat, still facing him.

He smiled softly at her and started driving again. He noticed though, that she kept on staring at him. When they reached a red light, he turned towards her and asked, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Without skipping a beat, she answered, “because you’re good looking and I like looking at you.”

He was taken aback, even though slightly. It wasn’t that it was the first time he had heard someone say that to him, but it was the first time SHE had said it to him and that was something special. So overcome by emotions, he unbuckled his seat and leaned towards her, kissing her passionately. Her drunken mind took a few seconds too long to kiss him back but then she was kissing him with equal vigour with her hands tangling in his hair and grabbing at his jacket.

They pulled back only when they hear the car honking behind them and he looked around to see the light had turned green. The car behind them changed lanes and left while they just breathed heavily in the car. Pecking her lips once more, he started driving again and somehow, taking almost 40 minutes for a 20 somewhat minutes ride, they finally reached their apartment complex.

He got out and waited for her to get out too, but when she didn’t, he walked to her side and opened the door. She was idly sitting in and when he leaned on the open door, gave him a pout.

“Why aren’t you coming out?”

“I don’t want to.”

“What do you mean you don’t want to? You wanna stay in the car for the whole night?” he asked and she nodded saying no. “Then?”

“I don’t want to walk till there. Cary me?” she asked, opening her arms towards him and he just stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Pleaaseee?” she pleased with her puppy eyes. Normally it won’t work on him but he was so in love with her and had waited for her the whole day, so he sighed and leaned down, sliding one hand below her knees and the other below her shoulders and picked her up bridal style again. She made a happy noise and he smiled and thought, her smile was the prettiest when for him.

The struggle of going to your apartment carrying a drunk girl was not the carrying part, but her squirming. Eventually when he reprimanded her to stay still, she listened but somehow it made things even harder for him because she decided to hide her face from him, in his neck only.

So with every step, he was very aware of her every breath near his neck and whenever she would mumble something, he would feel her lips moving on his neck and he had to kept reminding himself to control because she was drunk and he was not going to take advantage of that.

When they finally reached their apartment, he was trying to enter the pin with her in arms so he made her stand up and tried entering it. It might have gone well and they would have gone inside on the first try had she not said what she did.

“Hongseok, why won’t you sleep with me?”

His hand slipped on the wrong number when she asked this and he turned to stare at her instead. After finally entering the correct pin, they entered their apartment and he started walking towards his own room when she grabbed his jacket.

“Do you not like me seok-ah?” she asked and he turned around. He was weak for her anyway and seeing her looking at him all sad tugged at his heartstrings and he pulled her close in a hug.

“Of course I like you sweetie” he said, even though he wanted to tell her he loved her, this wasn’t the time.

“Then why wont you sleep with me?” she mumbled in his neck and he stifled a laugh. She really had a one track mind.

“You’re drunk baby. Let’s get you to bed and talk in the morning.” He said and tried to push her away and towards the room but she had other plans in mind because the next thing he knew, her lips were on his and her hands were unbuttoning her own shirt. He tried to pull back but when she bit his lips to get entrance, he gave up and pulled her close and kissed her back, hands trying to stop her from taking her top off.

When he pulled back to get some air, her shirt was off and on the floor and her hands were pushing his jacket off him while she was busy kissing his neck, biting here and there until his neck was full of small and bright red marks. He tried to hold her by the shoulder and push away but the sight that greeted him – blown out pupils and swollen lips, bare neck and only a red lacy bra with her hands tugging at his belt, he groaned and went back to kissing her. Her hands got rid of his belt and his hands were touching her bare skin for the first time. He pulled back only to grab her hands and pin them above her head and started kissing down her neck. He bit down every now and then but not hard enough to leave any marks until her reached her collar ones where all his resolves crumbled and he bit hard enough and sucked to leave his mark. The moans that escaped her lips after the bite prompted him enough to go down further and kiss and bite which was exactly what he did. His hand slightly hesitated before it wandered upwards to grope her breasts and he groaned, pulling his face away from her chest. He bit at the part visible above the bra she was somehow still wearing and she cried his name, pulling him close that made him place his thigh between her legs. It took her not even a second to start grinding on his thigh and he mouthed at her nipples through the bra.

When she pulled at his t-shirt and asked him to take her to his room, did he came to his senses that as much as he was liking where this was going, the fact still remained that she was drunk and he didn’t knew if she wanted it for real or not. So with immense regret and longing for her, with a tent in his jeans, he pulled away from her and took a few steps away.

“H- Hongseok?” she asked and he looked up at her. Her eyes wide and hurt visible. He could see she felt rejected and cursed at himself. Taking the few steps towards her that were necessary, he pulled her in for a hug and kissed the top of her head.

“Morning baby. Let’s talk in the morning. Let’s get you into bed for now.” He said, dragging an unwilling and clearly horny Jiwon to bed. He helped her into changing into pyjamas and tucked her in bed, over all of her protests about how she would rather suck his dick then sleep but he resisted and he was proud of it.

If just after getting out of her room he had to take a shower and get himself off with the images of her mouth wrapped around his length, she doesn’t need to know that.

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Yayy! That's perfect! :D In that case could I please get an angsty Theo Van Gogh x mc with a happy/fluffy ending? Of course only if it's not too much work! I really enjoy you blog and all you works and just wanted to send some positive vibes your way!

of course it’s not too much work! and thank you anon! I hope I can also send some positive vibes your way with this fic~

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A few days ago, Theo had offered to meet me at a restaurant in the city for a long overdue get-together. The place was fairly close but still slightly far, in a generally nice area with usually nice people. Maybe that's why I was so carefree in the beginning, because it felt like the night was destined to be, well, nice.

And it truly seemed like it would be as such. At least, it did until I showed up. I had dressed up with pieces Le Comte and Leonardo had gifted me some time ago, trying my best to look nice for the man I called my lover. I was admittedly excited to meet him at this place in such a way again, too - excited to see Theo casually find the beauty in everything around him and look so happy while doing so. They were the sides of him that most of the world didn’t get to see, and also the sides of him that I cherished the most.

But, unfortunately, like I’d mentioned, the happy feeling had fizzled out like a smouldering candle almost as soon as I’d begun to walk up. I could see him standing there harmlessly, his eyes unfocused as he leaned up against the wall. I assumed he was waiting for me, a cozy warmth spreading through my chest quicker than another thought could pop into my head. Though, disappointingly, it was short-lived, as I had noticed someone else walking up to him before I had the chance.

Theo looked confused to see her, to say the least, his eyebrows furrowing as he began to speak. I was still too far away to hear what exactly he spoke of, but it could definitely be said that he looked confused. You looked irritated, even, yet the woman still did nothing but smile. He ceased to make a single further move regarding her, his mouth still visibly moving as he figuratively planted his feet.

I was confused by then, left to wonder why on earth someone would show up right before our date, much less another woman. But, I was pushed out of my thoughts when I noticed the woman take another step forward, closing the gap between the two of you with an irritatingly casual motion.

I was just confused. My brain immediately started feeding me the information I knew I wanted to hear, but that did little to hinder my racing thoughts as my eyes gave me nothing but the stark truth, telling that what I was seeing was in fact real. Of course, I wanted to believe that he, a certainly special person I’d found under once in a lifetime circumstances, would never do such a thing.

But my eyes told a different story.

My eyes told me that the things I wished weren’t true were, and that alone was enough to break every other thought in my head and any push away remaining feeling in my heart. So I just averted my eyes as fast as I could, walking off without another word.

I remember throwing my heels down at the door of my bedroom in the mansion, too immersed in my thoughts to pay attention to what I was doing. I just didn’t want to think about the fact that a pair of his shoes was already sitting there. It was a miracle I wasn’t already breaking down into tears, but strangely, as I sat down in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I just was silent. It was like I had no tears to cry, but I knew better than to complain about that bit.

I started to wash off my makeup in slow, careless motions, and slowly, my heart began to drain.

It didn't look good for either of us.

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It had been a few days since that night, and I had since told myself that the right thing to do would be to dubiously avoid him. It was in each of our best interests to do so either way, I thought. Every time he was in the same room, I got quiet. So thoughtful and aloof that it didn’t even go unnoticed by the other residents, who began to frequently ask me if anything was wrong. Theo even obliviously attempted to do the same a few times, but I was always inclined to just say I was fine, no matter the person asking.

But, then I met him alone by chance one morning. He sat in the dining room, and for once, he didn’t look so good. Normally, Theo’s presence was rejuvenating. If it makes sense to call someone that, he was just a person that always seemed to shine, even if he was just making sarcastic remarks. But now, his hair was slightly unkempt and his eyes were lazily unfocused, having him looking very unlike himself.

It was as if he hadn’t been sleeping very well, but, of course, I would have no way of knowing the real cause. I remember biting my lip and gripping the door to the dining room in my hand, debating whether to go in and finally face him or not. But before I could make my decision, he grabbed his coffee - light vanilla cream. slightly sweet and awfully similar to you - and turned his head to meet my eyes by chance.

Yet, as if my internal debate had never even happened, I turned away faster than you could rush out and catch me.

Now, that brings me to the present.Over the past few days, I’ve wondered what you possibly could have been feeling in the moments I was walking home. I had my wishes and my doubts, of course, but I guess it didn’t matter.

I don't even know what I felt.

-

Theo:

I saw you. Not just then, but that night, too. What puts me off though, is I only saw you walking away.

I had crossed my fingers that you would stay sensible and see the truth, but there was no way I could blame you for what you did. I knew how it looked, and that hit me as I watched you walk farther and farther away. Yet, I still wished that you would have stayed, even if it had been just a few seconds longer. I still wished you would have seen the way she’d momentarily sobered up, or the way she’d apologised. I wish you would have stuck around to see me pushing her away.

I didn’t know how I was going to explain it to you then, even if the event was fresh in my head. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to try. I went to catch up with you with half a thought, knowing that I still wasn’t mentally prepared to say anything to you.

I just hoped that you weren’t too upset, even if it was selfish to think. I just didn’t want to make you cry; and that would never change; I would stick by that.

But, I never caught up to you.

I knew exactly where you would go, but, I didn’t try to knock on your door when I got back to the mansion. I thought that maybe it would be better to leave you alone in the meantime, as a way to let both of us gather our thoughts. I didn’t know what I could say that would make you feel better, after all, and maybe it was better if I didn’t try.

Even after I decided what I wanted to say, it was hardest to get your attention. You brushed me off expertly with no trouble each time I came up to you, but, I still didn’t give up. That would mean giving up on you, and that, I wouldn’t do.

This morning, I finally met you alone by by chance in the dining room. And now, that was where I’d just seen you, rushing away before I could gather enough of my thoughts to get a single word out. I watched the door dumbly as you disappeared, still until I had the sense to look out in the halls only to be disappointed when you were nowhere in sight.

My hand went through my hair as I let out a small sigh in annoyance.

My heart was thumping annoyingly loud in my chest, and I wanted nothing more for you to come back and set it to normal again. Yet, I didn’t know if that was going to happen. The countdown to the day you would go back to your time had already begun, and it wouldn’t necessarily be hard for you to keep pulling charades.

A devil and an angel were bickering on my shoulders, telling me to do this and that, but never hinting at which was the right course of action. I felt odd thinking it, but, you really were such a big part of my life that without you, I was in shambles.

-

You:

It wasn’t hard to keep myself busy in Theo’s absence. I had taken a workload from Sebastian so heavy that it kept my thoughts occupied, and even if he advised against it, it was the only thing that kept my mind off of Theo. I missed him terribly, and I could barely stand avoiding him in the way I’d been. But, I still kept going, as I was still unsure of what exactly to do.

I was glad that I didn’t have the misfortune of running into him that day, because I surely wouldn’t have been able to hold up that time. Maybe I was just nervous to hear his answers, or maybe I was just too afraid to ask. But, I didn’t have to think about it.

At least, not until I finally left the kitchens late that night, and I had nothing else to think about but him. I was exhausted from the work I’d done that day, but somehow, somehow, that didn’t stop me. Even if I tried to push them away, he kept popping into my head.

I was so fed up with my thoughts of him, and it was almost cruel how I would keep thinking about his smile.

But I recognised that there was nothing I could do about avoiding him. That, I was very certain of, as I heard a familiar voice call out my name from behind me.

I didn’t have to think twice to know that it was him, but, I still thought twice about turning around.

Yet, when I did, the sight of him admittedly made me feel a bit better about my decision to do so. The sight of him after a long day was comforting, and though my words were getting jumbled in my throat, I wasn’t afraid to admit to myself that I couldn’t fall out of the habit of being happy to see him.

The look in his eyes was soft, melting my insides as he began to speak. “___?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat, giving him a chillingly nervous smile. “Hey, Theo.”

We stood there silently for a moment, neither of us cracking under the pressure of the strong gaze we shared. It was clear that he wanted to say something, and yet, he still didn’t go easy on me, continuing to hold out eye contact even as he spoke of the very thing that had been plaguing my mind incessantly.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” He asked, his voice so melancholic that for a second I almost felt bad.

“Why are you turning this on me?” I retorted quietly, my brows knitting slightly as his lips parted idly. “I’m not the one who kissed another woman,”

“I only saw you walking away that night, ___.” He said, his voice coming off slightly stronger. “I wished you would’ve stayed longer to see what really happened.

“Are you saying I was wrong to walk away from something like that?” I challenged.

“I’m not saying you were right or wrong to do anything,” He soothed, dropping his head slightly in emphasis as he spoke. “Just that there was definitely a part we both had to play in this misunderstanding.”

I pulled my lips into a line. “...A part?”

“Would you let me explain?”

I was quiet at that. Of course, the result of this conversation would either leave me relieved of devastated, but I knew that the only way to get the answers I was looking for was to give him a chance. If I didn’t, the cycle would go on, and knowing both of us, we’d never be the same again.

I didn’t want that.

“Yes.”

“That woman was drunk out of her mind.” he explained, not breaking eye contact as he recalled that night’s events. “She mistook me for someone else and kissed me.”

My brows knitted as I trailed off. “But, I saw her staring right at you…”

“I don’t know what was running through her head, but, as soon as I pushed her away and she realised what she was doing, she was apologising like mad.” He smiled softly, the kind gesture making my insides twist.

Guilt ate at me the longer he spoke, and I felt my eyes flickering away. It seems I was just being silly, after all.

“Theo, I’m sorry. I was just -” I cut myself off, lightly clenching my teeth as the words I wanted to say disapated. “I was afraid of the answer I was going to get.”

“I told you, ___. I don’t blame you.” Theo reminded me, coming up to stand in front of me with a relieved smile. “You had every right to do what you did, and, well, I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“But, I still feel bad that I didn’t even trust you.” I said, looking up at him from where he stood just in front of me. “I shouldn’t have done what I did, even if you say it was excusable.”

Theo smoothly put a hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him with no trouble. “Fine. If it means that much to you, I can forgive you if you’d like.”

Fully aware of where his hand sat, I gave him a knowing smile as I whispered, “How?”

He had a hard time containing his smile as he leaned down and kissed me, settling our dispute once and for all.

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if you don't mind could you maybe write a little something about bill and mike's first kiss because honestly hanbrough is my shit THANK YOU

FUCK YEAH, LET ME WRITE THAT AND GET IT UP FOR TOMORROW! yAYY! (Maybe even tonight, since currently I’m writing a kasplon thing, and who knows, maybe kasplon and hanbrough in the same night!!!)

La Vie En Rose (Hanbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denrough x Mike Hanlon

Words: 1,591

Warnings: More Fluff bitch

Poorly edited. :)

La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong

Bill Denbrough was a last minute kinda guy. He rarely had things done by the due date. Besides homework, of course he had to have his homework done by the due date, otherwise he’d fail. But he never could get stuff done before they needed to get done. For example, lets say gift shopping for his entire family.

It was December 24, Christmas Eve, and Bill Denbrough had zero presents for anyone in his family. To say he was royally fucked was the statement of the year. He still had time, it was only 10 in the morning, but since it was in fact the day before a national holiday, the stores would be packed to the brim with other people like him. he currently wasn’t at the store, no here he was in Mike Hanlon’s room, sitting on his bed while Mike wrapped gifts.

He had spent the night, a surprise sleepover after the ‘Not-Holiday Related’ party Richie threw down at the quarry. It lasted till one a.m, Richie got drunk, Eddie and Stan had to help him in the car, Ben and Beverly cuddled on the dirt floor, and Mike sang Christmas Carols with no care in the world. Bill, well Bill watched Mike sing. His mouth was agape as Mike hit the highest of notes so carelessly and he could of sworn to hear Richie, drunkenly, say

“Holy shit was that Mariah Carey?”

It was a fond memory, although it was just a few hours ago, Bill felt like it was months ago. Mike finished whatever gift he was wrapping and stood up, chair skidding backwards slightly. Bill smiled, blush rising on his cheeks when Mike smiled back at him. He had a crush on Mike, that was a fact. A positive thing Bill was sure of. So it was kind of the eighth wonder of the world that Bill hasn’t passed out fro sitting on Mike’s bed.

“So, you plan on doing anything later today?” Mike put the gift on the edge of his desk and went to his closet to grab something that was out of Bill’s sight. Bill definitely had something to do. Get about a thousand gifts for everyone in his family and about a thousand more for Georgie.

“Uh, yeah, I have to go get some m-m-more gifts for my f-fah-family.” Bill shrugged as Mike came out with a scarf in hand. It was the scarf he had given him from last year and the fact that Mike still had it warmed Bill’s heart. And face. Very vibrantly.

“You still have it?” Bill pointed to the red plaid scarf in Mike’s clutched hand. Mike looked down at it and smiled. He put it on and sat next to Bill, who was expecting him too.

“Yeah, well I mean, It was a gift from a pretty fantastic person, so...” Mike looked at Bill with a grin as he pushed Bill’s shoulder with his own. Bill was a tomato now. No doubt about it, from Mike’s pearly whites, his dazzling eyes, his hidden dimples along the outskirts of his mouth, and to top it all off, his lips. Oh. Man. His lips. They looked like a pair of soft pillows Bill’s lips would love to sleep on.

“Anyway, I have to get some presents for my family too. Why don’t we go together?” Mike looked back at Bill who quickly looked away, afraid he would mess up and absentmindedly lean in. Bill nodded as he shuffled off the bed and put his boots on,

“Yeah, I’d l-luh-love to.” Mike smiled, for the billionth time in under 30 minutes. Making their way out of the Hanlon house, Mike and Bill sat in the old pickup truck that belonged to Mike’s grandfather. They waited for the engine to warm up, cold Derry air getting to every one and everything. Mike began to drive into town, the road seeming to gain ice sheets from the sky. Bill looked at Mike as he drove, Mike’s head nodding along with the music. In no time, both boys were in town, specifically by the coffee shop snug between a supplies store and a radio shack.

Coffee wasn’t on the agenda, but that didn’t stop Mike and Bill from stopping to get their fuel for the day. The coffee shop named ‘Smokey Rose’, really an odd name for a coffee shop, but had some of the best coffee in town. After getting a table by the window, Bill suggested he go up and order, for he and Mike. Mike smiled sheepishly and thanked Bill as he gave him a twenty dollar bill. Bill, being the chivalrous man he was, pushed the twenty away and said he’s pay for them both.

Standing in line was quite boring. The person in front of him couldn’t seem to make up his mind and when he finally did, he decided to change it. Bill didn’t want to groan, but it just came out and he received a look from the person in front of him. His eyes widened as he looked away, hoping to diffuse the situation before it went any farther. When the person in front of him finally ordered he was met by a boy his same age behind the cash register.

“Oh hey Bill! How’s it going!” Hal Winston’s voice erupted in immense enthusiasm that Bill just didn’t have time for. Hal also happened to verbally discuss how cute Mike Hanlon was and Bill didn’t have time for that either.

“So, Hanlon’s with ya’ today huh?” Bill had to resist to roll his eyes. He never liked Hal. Not since that one time in ninth grade when he stole his entire pencil bag. Not since he said he liked Mike and thought he was the prettiest boy he’s ever seen.

“I’ll take two Vanilla Bean Frappes p-please.” Bill dismissed the question, resulting in a frowning Hal. Bill paid, pretending to notice the harsh movement Hal made when he grabbed the money. Bill moved over to the side, and waited for the drinks, turning back to see what Mike was doing. Mike sat, patiently, and looked out the window. Bill could only see the back of Mike’s head, smiling as Mike’s scarf peaked out from under the jacket he wore.

“Benny! Mike!” Hal’s voice ruptured Bill’s ear dum. He also wished his fist ruptured Hal’s face for calling him Benny. When Bill took the drinks, Hal had a smug look on his face as Mike looked over. Bill walked away, speed picking up for no reason at all.

“Did he just call you-”

“Benny? Y-y-yeah. I hate him.” Bill chuckled as Mike let out a hearty laugh. Mike opened his coffee cup, taking a whiff at the steaming liquid, and taking a small sip that was sure to burn his lips.

“Doesn’t that burn?” Bill looked at Mike with shock as he visibly shuddered. Mike snorted as he laughed. It did in fact burn, scorch, if we’re being more accurate.

“Yeah, but it’s something I always do when I drink coffee. It’s like a little tradition I do.” Bill nodded as he took a sip of his own. Mike paused, closing his eyes and sighing.

“You know, now that i say that out loud, i sound super lame and lonely.” Bill chocked on his own drink at Mike’s revelation. Mike wouldn’t help but smile at hi own self deprecating joke.

“I don’t think it makes y-you lonely or la-l-lame.” Bill hadn’t noticed he scooted closer to Mike. Mike hadn’t noticed either, well, at least it looked like he hadn’t noticed.

“Well, granted, I’m not lonely since you’re here. But I’m definitely lame.” Mike picked up a sugar package and threw it gently across the table. Bill sat, huddled, now only centimeters apart from Mike. It suddenly grew quiet, everyone else conversations were muffled. Bill felt a rush of confidence when he saw a drop of coffee trail down Mike’s lips. And before either of them know it, Bill’s kissing Mike. It’s like a movie, as if their a perfect music score playing in the background, convenient snow begins to fall outside and both boys are flustered.

That was their first kiss. Bill’s first kiss. Well he had kissed another boy, Eddie, by accident, it was on a dare, and it’s a long story, anyway moving on, this was Bill’s first, real, sober, kiss. He wondered if it had been Mike’s, but he knew the answer to that as Mike leaned in for more. It wasn’t sloppy as bill imagined, it was almost strategic.

Mike knew when to move his head to fit with Bill’s. Their noses brushing against each other with softness. And for what seemed like hours, was only 20 seconds. Bill’s lips were flushed and wet, as well as Mike’s, and suddenly Bill got super tired. He felt really floaty too, like he was on cloud nine. Mike felt super light too, his hands felt like they could leave and fly away. They sat there, in comfortable silence as the snow outside fell.

“Mike, it looks like a White Christmas doesn’t it?” Bill took a hold of Mike’s hand with no thought, feeling overcoming his brain. Mike didn’t mind though, he only squeezed his hand tighter. They both looked out the window, watching any individual snow flake that kissed the window.

“Most definitely Bill. Most Definitely.”

Though Bill and Mike held hands, and kissed, he had one small thought in the back of his devious little head.

I wonder if Hal saw.

I will be posting this seperatly from this ask so it looks cleaner but yeah, here it is anon! I hope you like!

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#54 with Samantha and Ward for writing prompts ;)

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54: “ I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

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I was pacing. Waiting up for my cheating boyfriend to arrive home. Well, that wasn't actually why I was pacing, but it was the stereotype I bet you're thinking of. Or maybe the worried mother awaiting the safe arrival her rebellious teen that snuck out past curfew.

Nope. I'm waiting for the man that setup this meeting to finally get here. To this roach motel. With its cob-webbed windows and stained drapes. I didn't pick the place. Ward did. But speak of the devil, he'll appear, right?

A second after those thoughts ran through my head he'd opened the door. And I jutted my arms out at my sides, letting them fall against my jeans. "You're late."

"I know," he replied, apologetically. He let the door fall closed behind him. Standing just feet from me as I came to a stop in my pace. "Garrett needed a little extra convincing to get away. What was so urgent?"

"Skye's about to find the base. She's getting closer by the second. You've got to get what you joined for, and get out," I explained, simply put.

He shook his head. "Can't. I'm not there yet."

"Verdammt- Grant, we don't have time."

"I have to stay. If I leave now, they'll know, and the whole mission will have been for nothing. We'll never get the hard drive," he pressed. "Is that what you want?"

I crossed my arms defiantly. "I want you in one piece when this is over."

"I would've thought you'd love to see me torn to bits." He mulled over the thought, eyes drifting to the left, almost sarcastically. All I could do was glare. Yes, maybe I might. Maybe I might have even said so.

But just because I say it, that doesn't mean I feel it. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhaled tiredly. "Don't make me do this."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Say something we'll both regret." I slid my eyes to his. Trying for my most serious face. But only reaching a mixture of emotions that I'm sure looked quite a lot like sadness. It was bittersweet.

His expression sobered. Just enough to be noticed by me, but not enough to be seen by the general public. Ward had a habit of doing that. Only showing his emotions for me. I'd done that once.

Only showed my emotions to the person I cared about. The person I loved. But I never said that I loved him. At least, not out loud. This was a staring contest. Of who could make the other feel worse. Who would see the other's soul and be the first to cave.

My face remained the same, but I inhaled deeply. "You can't go back."

"I have to," his voice matched his firm expression. He held out his hands in an angle at his sides. "Unless you have something good enough to stop me."

"I can't lose you."

"What?"

He'd heard me. He'd heard me loud and clear. I knew it. But for some reason he felt compelled to ask. I took in another shaky breath. Why couldn't he ever make these conversations easy?

"I can't stand the thought of losing you, Grant," I reiterated, clearer this time. "And I'm going to sit here, going out of my mind thinking up no-win scenarios if you leave."

It was his turn to stare somewhat blankly. That was his thinking face. When he was truly thinking, or surprised, his face made its default setting. His head titled ever so slightly as it seemed to click.

Like he finally got it. But the more he stayed silent, not agreeing to stay rather than leave, the more the anxiety building in my chest was swallowing me. My weight shifted from heel to heel.

I couldn't hold still. Not with my eyes beginning to sting. Blinking away the pain. "Please," I tried. But my voice was unnaturally small. "Don't go." He visibly inhaled.

Then he crossed the four feet between us, devouring my lips with his own, his hands like ice on the skin of my cheekbones. It was like pushing the rewind button. And it all came back.

Every stupid joke that made me laugh, the lofty smiles that melted me, every bullet he'd taken for me. All the times he gave a little piece of himself to make sure I returned from a mission in one piece.

It was a dizzying rush through my bones. But I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.