alcoholic chaser

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can you write a calum imagine with 29 and 33 please:))

29. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
33. “I missed something, didn’t I?”

If this situation happened with anyone else, you probably would have been out the door within half a second. But because it was Calum and because he was your best friend and because he was drunk out of his mind, you stayed. Of course… It wasn’t like you really had a choice. Calum’s hold on you once he pulled you down on top of him after you’d helped him into bed was probably the tightest he’d ever held onto you.

Calum!” you scolded, propping yourself up on your forearms so you could see his face. He was blatantly staring at your lips – but if that wasn’t already enough to get your heart racing, him speaking definitely would have done the job.

Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?” he murmured.

“I’ll go find someone for you to kiss then,” you replied, trying to get off of him but only to have him hold you even tighter.

“Why would you go find someone when you’re already right here?” he countered.

Calum reached up but you turned your head at the last second, causing his lips to hit your cheek. He frowned, finally letting go of you. Once you got off of him, he turned so his back was facing you, an unmistakable pout on his lips.

“I get it,” he mumbled under his breath, “You don’t want to kiss me; I’m not good enough.”

“I do want to kiss you, Calum,” you informed him, “But you’re drunk and I’m not going to right now. If you still want to kiss me when your breath doesn’t smell like six different types of alcohol and chasers, then we can talk.” You leaned down to place your palm in front of his stomach so you could press your lips to his cheekbone. “Night, Cal,” you whispered in his ear before standing back upright and leaving the room.


The next morning, you woke up in a bed you knew wasn’t yours. Of course, it didn’t take you long to realize that you’d only gone into Ashton’s room since he was passed out on the couch with a couple other frat guys, so you weren’t too worried – plus, Ashton would have been incredibly upset with you if you hadn’t taken his unoccupied bed anyway. You blinked a few times after rubbing your eyes to get used to the sunlight coming through Ashton’s window, then got up to start your day of taking care of the whiny frat boys who would soon wake up and start complaining about their hangovers.

You got up, made Ashton’s bed – you did sleep in it after all – and made your way out of the room. You rolled your eyes at the empty solo cups and beer bottles littering the upstairs hallway – you couldn’t imagine what the downstairs looked like if the upstairs looked like this – and quietly padded to Calum’s bedroom door. You opened it as quietly as you could, wanting to both check on him as well as get something to change into before you started making breakfast for everyone.

Calum, of course, wasn’t awake yet, so you sneaked in to steal a t-shirt from his dresser along with the shorts of yours that always stayed in the house since you slept over so much. You looked over your shoulder – Calum was usually a heavy sleeper, so you opted to just change right there, quickly putting your shorts on and slipping your dress off before putting the shirt on as well. You then put your dress on his desk chair and left the room to head down to the kitchen and start cooking.


By the time you were finishing making breakfast, the smell of the food had woken up all the boys – who were now congregated in the kitchen waiting around and talking. Ashton insisted on helping you out despite his massive headache, only making you giggle when he informed you that the sizzling bacon was ‘too loud’. You shoved him away from the stove, telling him to get some painkillers and sit down – that you’d bring a plate to him when it was done. He only returned to where you were standing, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and murmured a ‘thank you’ in your ear, making you smile and roll your eyes.

I missed something, didn’t I?” you heard someone trail off softly as they approached you, knowing the moment they started speaking that it was Calum.

“Missed what?” you asked, looking over your shoulder before turning back to the stove so you didn’t burn yourself or the food.

“You and Ashton…”

“What’s going on between me and Ashton?” you asked curiously, genuinely not knowing what he was talking about.

“You tell me,” he returned, “He was the one with his arms around your waist and kissing you.”

“Ash is just a friend, Cal – you know that,” you sighed – he always got so jealous when another one of his brothers even looked at you for too long. When he didn’t say anything else, you looked at him once again, finding a look on his face that you only saw when he was really thinking about something. “Calum!” you said, knocking him out of his daydream so he’d look at you, “You okay?”

“Do you-” He cleared his throat a bit. “Do you remember anything I said last night?”

“I wasn’t drinking, Cal,” you reminded him, turning back to the stove, “I remember everything you said last night.”

“I’m sorry if I made it awkward…” he whispered shyly. You didn’t respond – you only posed a question of your own.

“Do you remember anything I said last night?” you asked. You felt him come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist – much like Ashton had a few minutes prior – pulling you back against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I remember everything you said last night,” he repeated your words, making you laugh lightly.

“Then I’m sure you remember what I said about your breath smelling like alcohol,” you commented, laying your head on his shoulder so you could kiss his cheek.

“Y/N, I’ve waited for three years to hear you say you’d kiss me and, to be honest, I don’t know if I can wait any longer,” he told you as you took the last of the bacon out of the pan and put it onto the plate with the rest of them.

You turned off the burner and then turned in Calum’s arms, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his face to yours. The sigh of relief he let out made you smile, the tightening hold on your waist making you giggle.

“Guys, check it out!” you heard someone whisper with a smile, motioning toward you. When the boys looked over and realized you and Calum were kissing, you heard another collective sigh of relief.


Good for You

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Suga

Rating: PG-13 (excessive drinking)

Word Count: 1,851

Summary: Your ex (Jimin) shows up with his new girl at a party and you get drunk, leaving your friend (Suga) to take care of you, even though he actually likes you himself. Fluff, non-smut.

Originally posted by yoongbeans

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For @satellite-jeon who requested kookmin and vampires! (i couldn’t think of anything for fairies, i’m sorry D: )

Also, this ended up being more of a shortfic rather than a drabble… oops…

Jimin has been roommates with Jungkook for over three weeks now. 

Actually, “roommate” is probably an overstatement since Jungkook is hardly ever in the dorm except to sleep anyway. Jimin doesn’t even remember what the guy looks like half the time. The longest conversation they have ever had was when Jimin drunkenly stumbled back to the dorm at four in the morning and Jungkook was somehow miraculously awake.

“Oh, Jungkook,” he had hiccuped. “Hi.”

Jungkook grunted a hello, hearing him even through his headphones.

“Whatcha doin’ up?” he slurred back, plopping on the ground to take off his shoes. Who the hell thought shoelaces were a good idea? Velcro worked just fine and was both children and drunk people-friendly.

“Listening to music.”

“Nice, nice, what kind?” One shoe down.

“All kinds.” 

“Okay, yeesh, talkative,” Jimin grumbled.

Jungkook turned to look at him then and Jimin’s chest lurched a little because shit, he never realized how stupidly attractive his roommate was. He had this tortured poet look, with the pale skin and the soft dark hair, and Jungkook’s eyes were so dark Jimin feels like he’s falling into them.

Jungkook’s piercing gaze made his blood race, and Jimin didn’t know if he was imagining it or not but it looked like Jungkook’s pupils were dilating all of a sudden, blowing up until his irises were almost gone.

“You… smell weird.”

It’s the stupidest insult Jimin had ever heard, but it still made him flinch. He pulled his shirt up to his nose to sniff it.

“Prob’ly the alcohol.”

Jungkook just grunted again and turned back to his screen and after managing to pull off the other shoe, Jimin crawled into bed.

After about a month of living with him, Jimin’s noticed several things about Jungkook that strikes him as a little bit odd. 

For one, the guy has the weirdest sleeping schedule Jimin’s ever seen, even for a college student. He’s practically nocturnal, and since Jimin’s dance class takes place at ass o’clock, that means Jungkook is usually getting in bed when Jimin’s getting out of it. 

Secondly, Jungkook’s about as allergic to the light as Jimin’s grandma is. He abuses the dimmer switch like no other, claiming that his skin’s “sensitive to UV rays,” so Jimin has had to invest in some personal lamps just so he can find his way around the room. The only reason Jimin hasn’t complained is because he can’t get over the image of Jungkook dressing up like his grandma, driving a car with rubber gloves up to his arms, face completely covered with a shawl and hidden behind huge bug-eyed sunglasses. It still makes him bust out laughing in class sometimes.

But the weirdest thing by far is the amount of fruit punch Jungkook drinks. God, it makes Jimin worried for his blood sugar levels. Jungkook always has an endless stock of them in his mini fridge, and when Jimin wakes up in the middle of the night, he usually catches Jungkook poking a straw through another silver pouch, slurping it while he leans back in his chair. It’s like he lives on that stuff.

One day, Jimin makes the terrible, terrible mistake of giving Taehyung some of Jungkook’s fruit punch. 

Taehyung had come knocking on his door after dinner, begging Jimin for some mixers for a rager he was throwing that night.

“Please hyung, we have so much alcohol and no chaser and you don’t want people to die of alcohol poisoning right?”

Taehyung’s stupid puppy eyes makes Jimin give in, and Jimin reluctantly hands over the fruit punch in the fridge. Jungkook will understand, right? Jimin just needs to pay him back for it.

Jimin’s woken up by the slam of a fridge door and a loud swear.

His bed dips suddenly, and when Jimin blearily opens his eyes, his entire body jerks back in shock.

“Holy shit, Jungkook- what the fuck?!” he gasps, startled at the sight of Jungkook perched over him. 

Jungkook is livid. His eyes are almost glowing, looking otherworldly in the dim of the room, and his nostrils are flared, teeth clenched like he’s trying to keep his temper in check.

“Jimin. Where the fuck are my drinks.”

Jimin’s stomach turns.

“Oh- oh shoot, I’m so sorry,” he stammers, “Taehyung was just really desperate because he needed some juice and stuff so I just gave him some of your fruit punch. I was gonna tell you right when you came back but I forgot and… I’m gonna pay you back! Sorry, I should’ve asked, I know.”

Jimin’s muscles tighten under Jungkook’s furious glare, and the panic starts settling in. The way Jungkook’s broad torso cages him in makes him feel like some trapped prey, ready for Jungkook to devour.

“So you’re telling me, Taehyung has my… fruit punch?” he grits.

Jimin nods and says weakly, “I’m sorry.”

“Do you know what you’ve fucking done?” Jungkook snarls. “I haven’t had anything to eat in the past two days.”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll- I’ll buy you dinner?”

The sound that comes out of Jungkook’s throat is almost a growl, and Jimin’s heart races from fear.

“Stop that,” Jungkook hisses. “Why’s your heart beating so fast? You’re driving me nuts.”

Jimin confesses, “I can’t help it! You look like you want to kill me. Or eat me.“ 

"Try both." 

 The breath is knocked right out of his lungs.

“What?” Jimin gasps. 

Jungkook’s face morphs then, forehead relaxing, the glare in his eyes replaced by a teasing glint. His lip curls and he says, “I’m fucking starving and I need to eat.”

"We… can order pizza?” At Jungkook’s unchanging expression, Jimin says in one quick breath, “I’ll pay. It’s on me.”

“That’s not part of my diet.” (Which is ridiculous by the way, because pizza’s a part of everyone’s diets.) 

“Okay, then, uh, a salad?”


And then Jungkook parts his lips, opens his mouth wide. Jimin’s confused, doesn’t get why Jungkook’s showing off his dental work until he takes a closer look and sees extremely long, extremely sharp canines protruding from Jungkook’s mouth. 

 No, not canines. Fangs. 

“Holy- fuck, fuck,” Jimin tries to scramble back but is held in place by Jungkook’s strong grip. “Are those- are those fucking real?! Vampires are real?!?

“Yep,” Jungkook drawls, drawing his tongue over the point of his teeth. He gives Jimin a dangerous-looking grin and Jimin pales. 

“Oh my god. That- that wasn’t fruit punch, was it.”

“Nope,” he says with a pop of his lips, “and you just gave away my meal.”

“Oh… shit. I am so, so sorry. Please please please don’t kill me,” Jimin pleads, limbs quivering.

 “I’m not gonna kill you,” Jungkook says with a roll of his eyes. “But I need to eat.”

“So you’re gonna eat me?” he squeaks.

“Think of it as a blood donation. And feeding the hungry.”

Jimin can’t tear himself away from Jungkook’s steady, consuming gaze. He understands the erotic fascination everybody seems to have with vampires now, his classmates’ obsession with Edward Cullen. There’s a heat in Jungkook’s stare that makes Jimin tremble in both excitement and fear.

“You’re not going to drain me dry, are you?”

“I just said I wasn’t going to kill you,” Jungkook says with a huff. “But if you keep on asking stupid questions, I’ll make it more painful than it has to be.”

With that, Jimin clamps his mouth shut. He bares his neck and it must be the right thing to do because Jungkook’s eyes flash and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

Jimin’s breath quickens when Jungkook rearranges himself on the bed.

On the fifth breath, Jungkook’s head dips lower and lower to the junction between Jimin’s neck and shoulder, and Jimin squeezes his eyes tight in anticipation, muscles tensing and pulled taut like a bow as he waits for the fangs to pierce his skin. The hair on Jimin’s arms raises when Jungkook settles at the base of his neck. There’s an annoying smirk pressed against Jimin’s skin when Jimin’s body involuntarily shudders at the cold, sharp touch of teeth right at his vein. Jungkook drags out the event longer than it needs to be, taking his sweet fucking time, raking his fangs slowly, leisurely, from Jimin’s neck down to his collarbones, and then even slower back up, until Jimin shivers to the tip of his toes and his blood pulses red-hot underneath the surface of his skin.

He doesn’t even feel the prick of the fangs when Jungkook finally bites into him and drinks him up. He just gasps, pulls and grasps at Jungkook’s hair with a hand. Jimin’s body relaxes and loosens with every drop of blood that Jungkook drinks, but for some reason, his legs refuse to listen. Jimin’s thighs flex and twitch and quiver on either side of Jungkook’s body and his feet arch, toes pointed and curled so tight they almost cramp up. His mind’s a haze, he just hears the low pounding of his blood, feels the heat crawling and traveling up his body and leaving his neck.

And then it stops and Jungkook’s in front of him again, lips puffy and swollen. His tongue cleans the traces of blood from the bottom of his lips and Jimin stares at it, dazed. Jungkook’s eyes still look dark, so fucking dark, and Jimin gets so lost in it, doesn’t know what he’s doing until he’s pulling Jungkook down until he tastes his own metallic blood on Jungkook’s tongue. The kiss is soft and slow and then fast and consuming, and Jimin doesn’t know if he’s lightheaded from the blood loss or from the kiss. 

They break apart when Jimin jumps up, spine straight as a board.

“Oh my god, shit, I forgot to call Tae.”

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You’re barely buzzed.

Jason’s worried.

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