#somehow there's barely a single braincell between the three of them

[hi-hey-haechan]

hii could you write something about when they are drunk and want to have sex and when they convince the reader and start they end up sleeping, like something funny ?? this was kind of a pointless idea but I thought it was funny, I would be very grateful !! (sorry for english kkk) And I love your blog 💖💖😗😗 (can be one or more groups of your choice)

hii could you write something about when they are drunk and want to have sex and when they convince the reader and start they end up sleeping, like something funny ?? this was kind of a pointless idea but I thought it was funny, I would be very grateful !! (sorry for english kkk) And I love your blog 💖💖😗😗 (can be one or more groups of your choice

We're doing SKZ Minho because he's my bias and because he'd 100% do something like this.

"You're beautiful," Minho slurred. You two were walking out to his car -- or, well, YOU were walking, whereas your boyfriend was stumbling, sometimes tripping and falling against you. Your hand was grabbing his arm in a vice-like grip, doing everything in your power to not let him fall.

"Mhm, and you're drunk," you replied. You couldn't even bring yourself to be exasperated. Drunk Minho was just too hilarious and too adorable to ever irritate you. Besides, he rarely got drunk anyways, much less this drunk. You were at fault for letting him drink so much, but then again, he deserved a drink or two after working so hard that comeback season. However, when the "two drinks" lead to three, and then four, there had to be a line drawn somewhere.

“I may be ‘drunk,’“ he drawled, “but when I wake up with an awful headache, you’ll still be beautiful.”

“Whatever you say,” you said, hardly paying attention to what he was saying. He stumbled to the right, pushing into you while doing so, almost causing you to topple over. You barely managed to keep yourself from falling, and same with Minho.

“I say smart things,” Minho hummed, smiling while closing his eyes contentedly. You had to stifle a laugh. Even when he was sober, your boyfriend still said some words that weren’t exactly intelligent. Minho was intellectually brilliant, yet he often acted as though he was functioning off of a single braincell.

There was a cat walking across the sidewalk approximately ten feet in front of you. “Look at the pretty cat,” you suggested, trying to occupy his brain differently. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to stumble after the cat in a drunken sort of run. With a harsh yowl, the calico kitten scampered off, likely terrified for its life. Minho fell to his knees before yelling desperately, “No, kitty, come back and embrace me as your king!” At the sight of your boyfriend kneeling on the cold sidewalk, hands balled into fists, yelling at a feline that was long-gone, you couldn’t help but double over in laughter.

You ran over to him, grabbing his arm in an attempt to force him to his feet. “You have three cats at home, remember? Let’s go home and see them.”

Minho’s face brightened, and he clapped his hands. He hopped a couple times and then stumbled when he landed, almost falling onto a stranger’s car. You had to grab onto his hand in order to keep him upright. 

You strapped him into the passenger seat of your car. He leaned forward to give you a kiss, but it hit the corner of your mouth only, making you want to laugh again. You felt his warm hand gently caressing the back of your head, and he said, “Your hair feels soft, like Dori is sitting on the back of your head!”

Yes, because your cat can sit on the back of my head, defying gravity. Of course.

With a sigh, you shut the door and got into the driver’s seat, driving a few short miles back to your shared apartment. You dragged him into the apartment, through the door, down the hallway, and you attempted to push him onto the bed.

“Y/n,” he whined, grabbing your waist and pulling you down on top of him. He smelled like alcohol, as you expected. Minho’s face suddenly buried itself into your neck, and his lips planted kisses onto the bare skin. His kisses were messy, slightly drunken, as you expected in this state.

“Minho, baby, let’s go to sleep,” you said, attempting to get out of his grasp. 

Your boyfriend bit lightly on the skin of your neck, sucking harshly for a second, which completely startled you. His arms suddenly became tighter, holding you down on top of him. For someone who was currently drunk, Minho was strong. His mouth on you had the same effect on you as it did when he was sober. You let out a quiet sigh, the feeling quite wonderful.

“You’re beautiful,” Minho slurred for the second time that night. This time, however, his mouth was pressed against your skin.

“Come here,” you whispered, and when his head raised and eyes, glazed over from the alcohol, met yours, you kissed him. It was a light, gentle brush of your lips against his, the feeling warm and soft. You embraced him fully. 

Minho, however, didn’t think that one kiss was enough. His lips met yours again, this time more powerfully. His mouth wasn’t soft or gentle, but rather passionate and fast. Your boyfriend’s mouth moved against your own with fervor and power, saying a million slurred, incoherent words at once, without him even making a sound. His kisses were sloppy, as expected from a more-than-tipsy Minho. He shifted on you ever so slightly, and that was when you felt his erection pressing into your leg.

Your immediate reaction was placing your hands flat against his chest, pushing a bit. That was sort of your way of letting him know that he was making you uncomfortable in some way. He wrenched himself away from you. Even when drunk, he still cared immensely about you. “Did I do something wrong?” His words sounded slightly distressed, and his eyes weren’t staring at you, but rather beyond you. “Why is the left lamp prettier than the right one?” And he was back, a drunken idiot.

“That’s one lamp, dumbass. Focus your vision. Also, you did nothing wrong. But you’re drunk, and I’m not gonna have sex with you while you’re drunk.”

“Why not?” he frowned. It was kind of cute, the way he pouted sadly. 

“Because I want to feel the connection between us, and that’s not there when one of us is drunk. Because that feels like taking advantage of you, in a way, no matter how many times you’ll agree to it. Because I want you to remember everything tomorrow morning, I’d want you to remember the way you felt when you reached your high.”

“But I love you,” he whined. “That’s the connection. I’ll remember this all tomorrow morning. I’m not that drunk!”

“Baby, you told the cat to embrace you as its king.”

Minho rutted his hips against your leg. A low groan sounded in the back of his throat, and he repeated his action. “I want you,” he said, his voice steady and sure.

“Fine.” You didn’t want to argue. Besides, due to his promotions, he’d been busy, meaning that neither of you had been intimate for quite some time. You would force him to lead, for the most part; you refused to do anything to him while he was under the influence. 

He began by eagerly attempting to pull your shirt over your head, but the thread caught in the hook of your bra, somehow. You, while laughing, asked him to stop moving for a second as you attempted to fix your problem. In the end, you pulled it over your head. Minho’s eyes were wide, the humor that was once in them long gone. 

His mouth attached itself to one of your nipples, and the feeling brought a jolt to you, extremely unfamiliar. His tongue swirled around the nub slowly, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the feeling. He sucked lightly, and the pressure caused a tiny gasp to escape your lips. 

All too quickly, he stopped. Minho flopped onto his back, looking at you with dark eyes. His hair was slightly messy from where you’d grabbed when he sucked your skin, and his member was hard. “Kiss me,” he said, “everywhere.”

The last word was what caught your attention immensely. You removed his shirt, giving yourself the privilege of seeing his gorgeous body. His skin was pale, but he was incredblye strong, stretching over the muscles of his shoulders, arms, and abs. Your fingers grazed over his abs, and you barely felt the slightest shift in him, clearly enjoying this.

You couldn’t stop yourself, and you moved your mouth down to taste him. You traced the line of his collarbone with you lips, appreciating the slightest shudder under you. Confidently, your tongue flicked out, and it repeated the same line as your lips. He wasn’t even shuddering.

You continued lower, lower still, sucking on his nipples and leaving hickies on his chest, where you knew he was sensitive. He wasn’t saying a word, not even making a noise. His nipples tended to be pretty sensitive,, but not this time. He wasn’t feeling them, somehow. 

Growing stubborn and confused, you unbuckled his jeans and slid down his underwear and pants, exposing his hard member. Minho neither said anything or did anything when you licked his length, trying to tease him. Nothing was done when you swirled your tongue around his red tip, his most sensitive part. He was silent and still when you engulfed as much as him in your mouth as you could, trying to get a reaction.

You looked up, trying to find his face. When you saw that his eyes were closed, you were less surprised than you thought you’d be. Classic Minho, passing out hilariously. Yes, he did act like a crackhead behind doors, but him being tired was a different story. He didn’t wake up for anyone or anything when tired. However, he often slept late, which confused you at times. He could be Nocturnal if he wasn’t an idol. You pulled away from him, no longer taking him in your mouth without him being conscious.

“You were so drunk that you fell asleep while I was pleasuring you,” you whispered to him, a hint of a laugh in your voice. “Minho, you’re an idiot. And I love you for it.”

[sanders-sides-fic]

The other side of the story

Trigger warning: Character death. It happened before the story begins, but it’s still a major part of the plot.

Janus was cocky and slick. Janus was always in control, or at least knew how to turn a dire situation around to his own benefit. Janus controlled the room with just a single word dripping from his silver tongue, or one facial expression. Janus demanded the attention of everyone around. Janus knew what everyone wanted and Janus knew how to use that. Janus always knew what to say, what to leave out, what to imply, when to stay silent, when to smile or smirk or chuckle or laugh.

Janus laughed with his head thrown back ever so slightly, gloved left hand coming up to cover just a little part of the mouth, a sweet melody that was up to the listener’s own interpretation.

Janus was smooth, Janus knew how to flirt. Janus always flirted with the people around him, gave a seductive wink without any commitment behind it. But Janus loved fiercely, dramatically, Janus wooed like he danced in his favorite Jazz club. Janus loved with hushed reassurances, with thoughtful hums, with the result of a cunning ploy as answer to a bad day, with firm touches that claimed you, with teasing beyond the fair, with fulfilling your dreams, with tricking and deceiving you into self-care, with ice cold smiles that froze your enemies, with threats between the lines to whoever may have stolen a smile from your face.

Janus was the passion of a secret relationship. Janus was the smug look of the man who’d just tricked you into revealing what little he hadn’t known before. Janus was lies that hadn’t been lies at all. Janus was the golden flame you were weary of, yet couldn’t look away from. Janus was a favor done and a debt owed. Janus was a monument of hushed conversations that couldn’t seem to be brought down by the gods themselves.

Janus was always collected. Janus spoke in lies, and empty hints, and perfectly tailored half-truths. Janus never showed what he was thinking or feeling. 

That right there? That was not Janus. And yet, somehow, it was him. Somehow that was what Janus had become, what he had been reduced to.

Roman looked into the mysterious golden pools of mischief he’d grown so accustomed to over the years. What he found instead were two empty, clouded orbs. And for what seemed to be the first time in his life, he saw Janus break the eye contact first. It hadn’t even been long, but apparently the short time he’d had his eyes averted from the items clutched in his hands had hurt him. At least if the tears shimmering in those awfully empty eyes were anything to go by.

“Jan?”, Roman tried again. But Janus didn’t even react this time, barely batted an eye. “Janus, please, you need to eat something and change out of that suit. It’s been a day since the funeral. Come on, Jan, you gotta take care of yourself.” No reaction yet again.

“He’s right, you know? They… They wouldn’t have wanted you to do this to yourself. What would Virgil say if he could see you like this, hm?” Remus sounded uncharacteristically soft, caring. Yet Janus still didn’t look up, just clutched the jacket in his hand tighter when the name fell. Well, at least that was something…

“You know Logan didn’t like hypocritical behaviour, Jan. And Virgil even said he didn’t like how death breaks people’s spirit so many times! And Logan said that the best way to mourn someone was to-”

“They also said they’d never leave me!”, Janus yelled at them, startling both twins away from him with sheer unknown volume and raw pain in his voice, “They said we’d grow old together and that I was stuck with them until I died! They said we would never be alone again!” He brought the hoody and the tie closer to his chest, an uneven breath leaving him.

No one said something for quite some time. There was only soft sobbing that left the shell that had once been Janus, muffled by the fabric of the favorite hoody and tie of his late husbands. Until he took another shuddering breath and barked out a lifeless laugh. “It’s not fair, you know? It’s just not fair. And no one cared. Why did no one care? So that stupid hero caught that stupid villain. Who cares? She killed them, because she couldn’t be bothered to make the people around her a priority. Because saving innocent bystanders from collateral damage just doesn’t bring you much fame, does it? People actually celebrated. How fucked up is that? She decided to draw people into that fight for fame and that decision gets celebrated and she gets glorified.”

There was a dark edge to his voice, an edge that made both Roman and Remus shudder. Janus had never had much regards for society, only following rules when strictly necessary or when Logan and Virgil had made sure of it. And it didn’t sound like he was inclined to believe in society much more now. Roman had an awful hunch right then and there, and he hoped beyond hope that he was wrong. He didn’t want his brother-in-law to go down that path, especially not since he himself had just graduated from his training for the other side of this.

But Janus smirked at them, his eyes alight with a flame that had been missing for weeks since the incident. “I want to make them regret that. I want to make her regret ever making that decision, and I want to tear down the society that rewarded her for it. They’ll curse the day they took my loves from me.” And he looked happy with that thought. Delighted. Energetic. All the things he hadn’t been since the police had showed up at his door, shattering his world with an uninterested face and a colleague still smiling happily at recordings of the incident.

Roman sighed. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want his long time friend, his ex lover, his brother-in-law to do this. He didn’t like anything about this even one bit. But when he at least looked like more than an empty shell again, more than a shadow of who he once was, more than dead inside… Maybe revenge would help. Maybe, in some way.

And Remus must have thought the same thing, because he hummed the hum he usually hummed when he decided on a cause of action that was stupid, dangerous, illegal and would most certainly bring him another adrenaline high. “Well, if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, then you’ll need help, Jan~”, he sang.

Roman sighed again. “Yeah, I’m in too. Just… I have a few conditions. First of all, you have to take care of yourself. Secondly, no unnecessary blood is being spilled. We’re leaving innocent bystanders out of it this time, end the circle, you know? And third thing is we’ll stay together. We’re all that’s left of this family. We have to be each other’s priority.”

Janus looked between them stunned. “Really?”, he breathed in awe. “You… You’re really okay with that? You would do that?”

Remus snorted. “I’ve always wanted to be a villain, Jan. Only reason I’m not yet is because my team needs a braincell. Besides, everyone expects me to become a villain any day now anyways.”

Roman sighed a third time. “Well, I can’t say I wanted this but… I lost Virgil too, you know? And I don’t want to fight against either of you. Again, priority.” He gestured to the other two. In the corner of his eye, he saw Remus nod.

Janus hesitated for a little while more, before his usual smirk returned and he took up the bowl of cold soup Roman had brought him. “Well, then. I suppose those terms are acceptable. As long as they are implied to all three of us.”

It was half a year later when the villain trio Serpent, The nightmarish Duke and The Prince of Darkness appeared for the first time. They climbed up the ladder of super villains fast, and the superhero Flame was their first victim. They puzzled everyone with their obscure goal, but it didn’t take long until no one felt safe anymore.

It was the hero Heart who brought down the shapeshifting Serpent, the perception controlling Duke and the power blocking Prince. Eleven years had gone by at that point in time, and everyone was elated by the news. But when they were supposed to be brought to prison, the holding cell was empty, safe fore a single note in elaborate, golden letters:

“Don’t think you’re safe from us yet. If any of you ever forget what heroism takes, we’ll come back to remind you.” And behind those words the date of the day Flame brought down her last villain, written in blood red and underlined in poisonous green.

Taglist: @gattonero17 @alias290

[talesoftxt]

TXT Hogwarts AU

So this is my first time publicly sharing my writings and I'm really nervous and also kind of excited. Please bear with me, English isn't my first language however I do try to do my best in my works. Anywhos here's my first post I hope you guy enjoy!

Yeonjun

•Slytherin

•pureblood

•was shunned his whole life due to his parents being deatheaters in the second wizarding war

•raised by his grandmother who he loves to pieces

•don't tell anyone but grandma choi actually raised him muggle style so he's very knowledgable when it comes to them

•his one and only friend is soobin, that is of course before he met the three other boys

•the sorting hat barely even touched his head before it announced "slytherin"

•worked his way up until he became what he is today

•his goal is to erase the stigma of slytherins being evil

•intimidates everyone with his sharp eyes and blank face but don't be fooled, he's as extra and wild as the others

•once dared himself to wrestle with the black lake's giant squid

•always aims to be the best at everything, probably to the point of overworking himself

•as a first year flying had come naturally to him and easily became his favourite subject but was soon replaced by defence against the dark arts

•the boy is a quick thinker and could disarm his opponent in a matter of seconds, though he is good at casting other spells he opts for a defensive style of duelling

•ever since he was young he dreamt of being an auror

•the team captain of slytherin's quidditch team, his swiftness and agility earned him the title "best chaser"

•dubbed as "slytherin's prince" his housemates respect and look up to him

•don't cross him.just don't.

•very cautious when it comes to picking his friends and is very protective of soobin because he's just too damn precious

•gets along with kai really well because theyre both crackheads and kai is too cute not to like

•isn't one to share his feelings but because of his friends he's getting more and more open

•his greatest fear is becoming evil and hurting his friends

•he's really just a tiny bean who loves his friends and would do anything for them

Soobin

•pureblood

•Ravenclaw

•coming from a very traditional pureblood family, he doesn't really understand muggle lifestyle

•a straight A student prefect and athlete, he's the epitome of model student

•doesn't like to break the rules but somehow always finds himself staying up with taehyun or getting dragged to the dark forest by kai

•takes away points by decimals just because he thinks its funny

•can get pretty scary when someone questions his authority

•"out of bed past curfew? 4.23 points from gryffindor" "is that even allowed??"

•he's a responsible prefect and shuts everyone up with one stern look

•number one on the school's boyfriend material list (because c'mon he's like perfect)

•a perfect gentleman who's ready to help with a dimpled smile on his face

•takes muggle studies because he likes muggles and wants to know about them more

•still doesn't know what the function of a rubber duck is

•can cook up a potion even without the help of a guide and can recognize a herb by it's texture alone

•his favourite subjects are potions and herbology

•probably because the two are kind of connected in a way

•literally has a journal where he writes down everything he's learned about muggles

•nearly cried when he received a toaster from taehyun as a gift because he's always wanted one for his bread

•wants to be a healer in the future

•his future career also helps because all his friends can't go a day without injuring themselves

•keeper soobin (you gets?because the boy is such a keeper?hehehehe)

•his tall stature and quick reflexes helps him block quaffles from the opposite team

•recognizes hueningkai as his number one cheerer and never fails to wink at him before the start of every game

•always makes sure taehyun gets enough sleep, beomgyu and kai stay out of trouble and keeps yeonjun from overworking himself

•they always make sure to bring him back little muggle trinkets after they come back from the holidays

•the boys are just really thankful for soobin existance and love him so much

•choi soobin is a lovable and amazing bunny (that's the tea sis)

Beomgyu

•gryffindor

•half-blood

•gets himself into pretty stupid situations just bc he's too damn heroic

•always stirs up trouble but somehow charms himself out of it

•he's like,really charming

•made mcgonagall blush that one time

•he's absolutely cunning,his ability to hide his true intentions behind an angelic smile scares the crap out of the boys

•just don't mess with his friends

•bc of this the sorting hat actually took longer to sort him than usual wondering whether it should put him in slytherin or gryffindor, he had almost been a hatstall but after a silent debate between the two beomgyu had chosen gryffindor bc they had and i quote 'pretty colours'

•had to be physically restrained by soobin and yeonjun after he tried to fight a student who had called taehyun a "mudblood"

•Charms and transfiguration are his areas of expertise

•favourite spell is "accio" and practically uses it for everything

•"accio yeonjun hyung's clothes "beomgyu!"

•"accio taehyun's love of his life" "bold of you to assume i have any I-" "accio taehyun's books" "you little shi-"

•takes muggle studies just for the hell of it and because it's easy

•gryffindor's seeker,this boy could spot a snitch from miles away

•has his own fanclub with members from all four houses

•yes that's how charming he is

•no one really knows how but beomgyu always manages to enter all three other houses' common rooms

•his favourite hang out place would probably be ravenclaw's common room

•annoying taehyun is this guy's favourite past time, he just finds it cute when the younger glares at him

•if he's not annoying taehyun he's probably off pulling pranks and causing trouble all around the castle

•is currently grooming kai to become a prankster like him, he just has to figure out a way to stop the boy from being so goddamn loud everytime they prank someone

•in general he's a chaotic mess but everyone still loves him

Taehyun

•Ravenclaw

•muggleborn

•once something catches his eye he makes it a goal to learn everything about it

•no one really knows what to expect with taehyun probably bc he was so quiet and introverted

•as he gets used to life in the magical world he starts to become more confident and bold

•"why do we still use quills when ballpens literally exists?''

•''are you serious?a letter?kai you have a phone use it''

•his wisdom and good advices remind people why he's in ravenclaw

•his two favourite subjects are transfiguration and history of magic

•transfigured soobin into a bunny once at kai's request (well probably just to shut him up)

•history nerd and draco malfoy enthusiast

•''he was only a child!''

•doesn't even bother to answer the riddles' properly

•"where do vanished objects go?" "somewhere other than where they were vanished from,duh."

•usually found in the common room late at night cramming homeworks he's been putting on hold bc he found something much more interesting to do

•legend says prefect soobin always stays up with him (no one knows if its true or not no one has ever tried to find out in fear of facing choi soobin's wrath if he finds them out of bed)

•an excellent beater, taehyun's one of the best in their team even at such a young age

•rumours are he's one of the candidates for next team captain

•is soobin's source of muggle knowledge, probably bc kai only teaches them memes and popular vines and beomgyu just cant be bothered with

•claims he loses braincells every time kai opens his mouth but deep down he loves the boy like his brother

•looks up to his yeonjun and soobin hyungs

•unbothered king 24/7

Kai

•hufflepuff

• the boy literally dragged taehyun with him and introduced himself to nearly everyone during the train ride

•half-blood

•never fails to say "me dad's a muggle; mam's a witch,bitofanastyshockforhim

whenhefoundout" every time he introduces himself

•and i mean EVERY.SINGLE.TIME

•excels in care of magical creatures (probably bc every single creature falls in love with the boy on sight) and almost always accompanies hagrid to the dark forest

•let's be real ya'll the dark forest probably isn't so dark anymore with the amount of sunshine kai emits

•nearly gave soobin a heart attack when he had dragged the elder into the dark forest

•at the age of 13 the dark forest was just a forest to kai, "wild centaurs?bitch please i braid baby centaurs hair on saturdays"

•idolizes newt scamander and wants to be a magizoologist because he wants to change people's minds about magical creatures and show them how beautiful and precious they actually are

•'pet a dragon's belly' is listed number 1 in his bucket list

• 'ohmygod hueningkai don't you even dare try to rock that mandrake' 'but hyun its so cute!it looks like an ugly baby!'

•takes a liking for divination and unlike others actually appreciates and pays attention in class

•probably because of his close relationship with the forest's centaurs who also use divination in their day to day lives

•is a skilled flyer and was invited to try out for his house's quidditch team but turned it down

•he prefers to cheer for people rather than getting cheered on

•people don't really know who he cheers for most of the time bc he's like present in every game

•mysteriously gets louder and more energetic when ravenclaw plays most people think it's bc his bestfriend taehyun is playing but taehyun knows the truth

•"you did great hyun!" "i literally saw you stare at soobin hyung's ass the entire game"

•no one can hate this guy,it’s physically impossible

•even the meanest kids don’t pick on him,he’s THAT lovable

Anyways that all for today! That's my opinion on the txt's hogwarts houses,don't be shy and tell me what you think! See you later guys!