Monk: I’m going to use my feat “throw anything” to deliver a coup de grace on the goblin by throwing the other goblin at it!

Cue the rest of the party giggling like mad

DM: You can only coup de grace with a melee weapon.

Monk: Aw, come on, a goblin isn’t a melee weapon?!

DM: Well in this case it’s a ranged weapon.

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Originally posted by jeonbase

“Less talking. More fucking. Yeah?”

Part 1 | Part 2

3.4k, smut, jungkook/reader, friends with benefits au (+ college + fuckboy)

Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy through and through. If you look at all his social media photos, all you see are countless images of him sandwiched between two girls, his muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders. Two different girls in each picture, never the same. Most of the photos are dark, dimly lit party scenes with the flash in their eyes, but sometimes there are filter-saturated beach pictures in which Jungkook’s shirtless and hugging girls in bikinis.

(Quite frankly, at times you weren’t really sure who to be jealous of: Jungkook or the girls. Both looked really fucking good. But it’s not like you were really Instagram stalking him and actually cared about his pictures or anything. Totally not.)

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word count: 2270

a/n: this is a collab with @versigny and a couple other authors! also, this is my first time writing for another group, so please go on easy on me ( ´△`)

|| What starts with F and ends with Uck?

> Fratboy! Mark [NCT]


Originally posted by asilentkkaebsong

Y/N had never really been to a party, let alone one held at a mansion as expensive as this. There wasn’t as many people as she anticipated, but that wasn’t a problem at all. Whoever owned this house must’ve had some sort of trust fund – marble floors with columns holding up the second floor paired with an east and west wing.

How luxurious.

There was even an indoor – and heated – swimming pool in the back. Some people had gone to the back to drink and wade in the water. Y/N had been dragged to this party by her group of friends, but at the same time, she wanted to experience a nice house party at least once in her life.

It was obvious who ran this party – they all wore similar styles of clothing and everyone seemed to fawn over them. Y/N could only recognize a few, like the blond boy named Mark and his friend Johnny. It was rare to see the group of boys ever separate. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud, the crowd of people in the first floor just swaying and mingling. The signature red Solo cup was in almost everyone’s hands – everyone except Y/N.

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You Heard Me... Take It Off

Drabble Game #18… Yoongi - Smut


Originally posted by bwiseoks

“I was hoping you’d come find me,” he smirked as you peered your head into his bedroom.

“Yoongi… Why’d you disappear? Everyone is here to see YOU after all,” you scolded, shutting the door behind you.

“I’m bored with them. It’s you I want to see, baby”.

His signature ice cold, menacingly mysterious demeanor was in full swing as he sat on the edge of his bed, eyeing you up and down. He paid special attention to the way your dress hung drastically off your shoulders.

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His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow // SHAWN MENDES

My black dress hung to me like a second skin as Shawn, dressed in a matching black suit, and I walked through the doors to where there was an engagement party for my best friend. 

“Thanks for coming again, I know you’re tired,” I say swinging our entwined hands. 

“You’re welcome sweetie,” Shawn says kissing my forehead as we wait for the lift. In a few minutes the doors were opening to the top floor where the party was being held.

“Jasmine!” I call when I see her, running as fast as my heels could take me to where she stands with her fiance Mark.

She squeals when she sees me. “Y/N” she hugs me before pulling back, noticing Shawn. “And you brought Shawn” Jasmine leans over to hug him who previously just shook hands with Mark.

“Its so beautiful here,” I comment, admiring the room that’s decorated with black and white balloons and streamers- the theme for the party.

“It turned out so well,” Jasmine says grinning at me widely.

Just then, another couple arrived walking through the lift doors.

“I’ll let you greet them and Shawn and I can go get drinks,” I say hugging her one last time. 

“Awesome can you grab me a chardonnay?” she pleads.

“Sure,” I giggle before grabbing Shawn’s hand and tugging him to the bar. 

“Can I get two Chardonnays and a beer please?” I ask the bartender who nods, grabbing the glasses.

I turn to look at Shawn whose already starring at me. 

“What?” I ask, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Nothing, you just look beautiful,” He says smiling as my cheeks heat. 

“You already said that in the car,” I say, unable to stop grinning. 

“Can’t I tell you again?” He says, his hand resting on my hip. 

I roll my eyes. “Knock yourself out,” 

“Two chardonnays and a beer,” The bartender says placing the drinks on the ledge. 

“Thanks,” I say grabbing the two wine glasses. “I’m going to give this to Jaz, be right back,” Shawn nods smiling at me.

I stand still for a second, not tearing my eyes away from Shawn’s who seems just as stuck as I. 

“Drinks?” he murmurs, leaning forward till his nose brushed mine and his body was pressed against me.

“Right,” I squeaked, racing off but not before turning to look back to Shawn, his dark eyes still locked on mine.

“Jaz here,” I say once I reached her, passing her the glass.

“Thanks Y/N” she says gratefully. “Thanks for coming tonight,” she adds.

I shake my head, “No problem, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” 

“I can’t wait until you and Shawn have an engagement party,” She giggles.

“Jaz!” I say looking away, my cheeks still red from before. 

“Oh come on! We all know its going to happen” She protests laughing. “No one so held over heels for each other like you and Shawn are not going to end up together,”

“We’ll see,” I say softly, taking a sip of the wine. 

Her eyes look behind me, “Shoot Mark’s parents are here, you know how they are, sorry y/n” she rests a hand on my arm.

“Don’t worry I get it,” I say laughing pulling her into a hug. “Go knock em dead,” I cheer and she laughs, going to meet them. 

I sigh. Yeah, I wanted to get married to Shawn but would he want to marry me? Would we even last- Shawn touring a lot of the year. What if we wanted to start a family? It would never be a stable environment for the child with Shawn gone most of the time.

“Has anyone told you that you look beautiful tonight?” a voice pulls me out of the day dream. A man, few inches shorter then Shawn, with blonde hair smiles at me.

“Yeah, actually a few minutes ago,” I say smiling. 

“Wasn’t a smart move to let you leave him then,” the guy says smirking. I begin to feel uncomfortable, shifting on my feet. 

“He didn’t really let me-”

“I’m Simon- and you are?” He asks putting his hand forward for me to shake. Well then. 

“I’m Y/N,” I say trying not to grimace. 

“Beautiful girl, beautiful name,”

“Look I better go, my-” I try to say but he cuts me off again.

“I think you should stay, lets chat for a bit,” He says, grabbing my hand to pull me back, tilting his head. 

“Thanks but no-” 

“So who are you to the lucky couple,” He asks smiling, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

“Soon to be wife’s best friend,” I say, voice lack of emotion. 

“Cool, cool,” He nods, taking a sip from his glass. Out of the corner of my eye I see an angry figure make his way towards us. Shawn.

Guess I’ll see you at the wedding then?” He asks looking hopeful.

“I think not,” Shawn says, pulling me into his side. 

“Simon,” I grin, “This is my boyfriend” 

“How you doing?” Shawn asks, his smile telling a different story to his eyes that were dark with anger. 

“Good man, look I better get a refill,” Simon says and before we can even reply he’s gone.

“How dare he?” Shawn says lowly. “My girlfriend, who does he think he is?” he slams his cup onto the table, some of it sloshing out the side. 

“Shawn, calm down, he’s gone,” I say placing one hand on his arm, rubbing softly, trying to calm him down. 

He exhales, “He had no respect for you, I mean, you told him to fuck off like 10 times but it just made him try harder. His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,” 

I can’t help but giggle. “Aren’t you just one big protective boyfriend?” I tease. 

He glances at me, picking up his beer again before looking back at Simon who stands across the room, now talking to a group of men. So much for a refill.

“I hate him,” he states. I wrap one arm around his waist, leaning into his side while one of Shawn’s arms rests across my shoulders. 

“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear trying to get his attention. 

“Mmm,” Shawn nods still death glaring Simon. 

“I bought a dog,” I say smirking at his concentration on death glaring. 

Shawn nods again.

I leave a few seconds silence, the chatter in the room being all we can hear. 

“I want to get married,” 

“Yeah completely,” Shawn takes a sip of his drink.

“We better get married soon though because I’m pregnant and I want to look slimming in my dress-” Shawn coughs, beer dribbling down his chin a little.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn,” I laugh, grabbing a napkin from the table and passing it quickly to him.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” He says, voice raspy.

“I’m not- just wanted to see if you were listening,” I grin. He rolls his eyes.

“Guess that means you don’t want to get married either,” he says pulling me close to him, wrapping both arms around my waist.

“Probably not,” I giggle, both of us teasing the other. 

“And to think I bought this with me tonight,” Shawn pauses, pulling a small box out of his coat pocket, opening it up to show a diamond ring that glitters when the light caught it.

My jaw dropped. 


choke-me-zaddy: AH REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!💕💕💕 EXO finding THE ONE at a Halloween party 👀 cute cringe pls, I love your work and you can have my anon virginity thnx for being amazing and a ray of pure sunshine godbless


★minseok wouldn’t spot you until you both were voted ‘best dressed’   

★once his eyes are on you  

★they ain’t leaving  

★’you look good’  

★’you do too’

★’can i get you a drink? celebrate our win?’

★you share drinks

★and talk about the stories of your costumes

★soon it’ll turn to him telling jokes

★’what tops off a ghost’s ice cream sundae?

★’i don’t know’ 

 ★‘whipped scream

★when he sees you laugh at it 

★he’s ♥u♥  

★so he continues to tell you every joke he knows

★and everytime you laugh

★he falls more and more in love with you 

★at the end of the night he’ll walk you out to your cab 

★and wrap you in a hug

★’thanks for a nice night’

★’maybe we could have more?’

★he’d pull back to give you his phone so you can put in your number

★’i’ll call you soon. be ready for the best date of your life’ 

★he’ll make sure you were safely in the cab before going back into the party 


★you and ‘myeon would be wearing the same lazy costume 

★a printed hawaiian looking shirt and jeans

★he’d be getting teased about it not being a proper costume 

★so he’ll approach you and ask

★’you’re dressed as a tourist too?’


★’m friends over there are saying they’re not proper costumes!’

★’well your friends are wrong!’


★’ditch them. stay with me!’

★he’ll flash you a grin

★and sit next to you

★’i think we’ve got the best costumes here’

★’why’s that?’

★’we’re nice and cool, and comfortable while everyone else is in heavy costumes’ 

★’that’s true!’

★he’ll fondly listen to you while you make meaningless chit chat with him

★when his friends tell him it’s time to leave 

★he’ll frown and look back to you

★’i’ll get a cab later on!’

★he’ll stay 

★and talk to you until the party dies down

★he’ll call a cab for the two of you

★’we can share one? we’re going the same way’

★he’d smile at you and nod

★will give you his jacket while you wait outside 

★when the cab stops outside your home he’ll pout

★’meet me in the park tomorrow at one. by the picnic bench

★the pout will turn to a grin

★’i promise i’ll be there’

★he’ll make the cab stay until he sees you enter your home safely 


★yixing would be dancing to the music 

★and you’d be in a trance as you watched how he hit each beat 

★’join me!’ 

★’i can’t dance!’

★’everyone can dance!’

★he’ll hold your hands and pull you into an empty space

★he’ll start swaying again

★making you move with him

★’just go with it!’

★he’ll grin when your body slowly starts to move 


★he’d watch you fondly 

★his hands would let go of you when your movements become more confident 

★when you began laughing he’d stop 


★’you’re amazing’

★he’ll giggle when you blush 

★and hide his face in his hands

★’why are you hiding?’

★’because i’ve never done this before’

★’done what?’

★’the whole flirting at a party’

★his giggle would be so sweet

★’i’m glad i’m the first one!’

★when the song changes to something slow 

★he’ll take your hands in his again 

★pull you close 

★and sway with you 

★’i’ll get blood on your costume’

★’i don’t care’

★your dance would be interrupted by your friend calling you to leave

★’meet me tomorrow at that cafe by the park?’

★’i’ll be there’

★he brought a hand up to his lips to kiss

★’safe ride home’  


★the moment he spots you in a similar costume to him (prince/princess)

★he’s like a puppy 

★he’ll follow you around  

★but still interact with his friends 

★when you’re friends leave to get drinks is when he makes his move on you

★’you managed to sneak out of the kingdom too?’

★’a prince/princess has to relax sometimes’

★the second you play with him he’s in love

★’what are your plans while you break the kingdom’s rules?’

★’i’m going to drink and eat merrily’

★’would you like the company of a prince?’

★when you raised your brow he’d pout expecting to be turned away

★but when you said yes he beams

★so the two of you drink 


★and tell as many jokes as possible

★when it’s time for you to go home

★he’ll walk you out to your cab

★and slip you his number

★’call me so i know you got home safely’


★his laugh will be what got your attention 

★you’d end up staring at him while his roaring laugh was almost louder than the music

★you’ll end up giggling  along with him  

★which makes him laugh even harder 

★when you both calm down he’ll move closer to you 

★and hold his hand out



★he’ll squeeze your hand when you shake it

★’your laugh is amazing’

★’people say sound like a dinosaur’  

★’you look like a dinosaur!’  

★’yeah, well i’ve been waiting to wear this out in public’  

★he’d tug at the baggy dinosaur onise before leaning back in his seat

★’you look cute’

★’you look cuter’

★he’d coo when you blush

★’so cute!’

★he’d scream

★’so loud!’

★he’d lean into you as his body vibrated

★’you’re cute’

★’you’re repeating yourself’


★don’t worry about it’

★he’d rest his head on you

★eyes looking around the room

★’did you come here alone?’

★’with friends. but i have no idea where they vanished to’

★’well it’s a good job you’ve got me now’

★’i got you, huh?’


★he’d grin up at you

★you’d allow him to lean on your while you both watched the activities that went on

★when the guests were asked to line up so their costumes could be judged

★he’d jump up and held his hands out to you

★’let’s go see how we place’

★’i’m going to head home’

★’can i walk you?’


★he’d pick up his things

★say bye to his friends

★and walk home with you

★when you get to your door he’d pout slightly 

★’do you have to go?’

★’early start tomorrow’

★’can i see you again? i need to hear that laugh as much as possible’

★’how about we meet for dinner at around five?’

★’that sounds perfect’

★he’d ruffle your hair before turning to head home


★it would be you that approaches chanyeol 

★’you’re not wearing a costume?” 


★he’d grin so you can see the two fangs that were glued to his teeth

★’ah. subtle’ 

★’didn’t want to be one of those that were over the top’

★’you’re supposed to embrace it! how many other days of the year can you walk around covered in fake blood and not be look at funnily?’

★’that’s true. you got any of those blood capsules left?’

★he’d let you cover his mouth in blood

★’you still look too cute’

★at that he’ll turn bright red

★’not as cute as you, though’

★you both kinda just stand there blushing at eachother for what seems like forever

★your little moment would be ruined by a friend telling you it’s time to go

★’don’t scare too many kids on the way home’

★’i’ll try not to’

★when you turn he’ll pull you back and hold up his phone

★’i was hoping you’d do that’

★he’d watch you with a toothy grin as you put your number in

★’i’ll talk to you soon’

★’i look forward to it’  


★he didn’t want to be there 

★so when he saw you looking like you didn’t want to be there he’d sit next to you 

★and offer you a drink 

★’it ends in two hours, this might make it fly by’  

★’you were forced here by friends too?’ 


★drinks with you

★until the two of you are a fit of giggles

★when the night draws to and end he’ll get upset that he might not see you again

★but when offer to share a cab home he’s back to heart eyes 

★’wanna meet up sometime?’

★’i’d like that’

★before he gets out of the cab you give him your number


★when jongin saw you pouting  

★he’d come over to you

★with a look of concern 

★’are you okay?’

★’i came for the fireworks, but i’ve just heard they’re not happening’ 

★’there’s a place five minutes away that are putting on a display. you can see it from the park’ 


★’they normally go off at nine’

★’i’ll see them when i’m walking home, then’

★’can i join? i head home through the park too’

★the two of you went to watch the display

★both grinning at the colours that lit up the night sky  

★’i should get going. i bet my dog is going crazy…’

★’you have a dog?’

★’i do. small, fluffy’

★’i have three’


★’maybe we could go on a doggy playdate’

★’i’d like that…’

★he’d save his number into your phone 

★then tell you goodnight  


★you’d have been paired with sehun for a haunted hunt   

★he’d hold the basket while you collected sweets 

★but they wouldn’t stay in the basket long 

★bc he’d eat them 

★’you do know those are part of the answer?’

★’why are you taking it so seriously?’

★’because i want the chocolate’

★the prize is chocolate?’


★with this new knowledge he’ll take it seriously

★he’ll grab your hand 

★and pull you around the maze

★ignoring all of the people that tried scaring you

★if you got scared he’d wrap his arm around your shoulder

★keeping you close to him

★he’ll grin everytime you solve one of the riddles

★and when he solves one he’ll have a cocky smirk on his face

★you’d be the first pair to finish

★and spent 20 minutes trying to decide how many of the sweets he ate 

★when you did get it 

★your answer was correct

★and now you had enough chocolate to last a year

★but when you’re done feasting

★there’s like 3 bars left

★’i need to go home before i throw up’

★’i can drive you? i haven’t been drinking…’

★’you’re at a halloween party and you haven’t had a drink?’

★’i prefer milk…’

★he’ll hand you the remaining chocolate bars 

★and go grab his coat

★’come on then’

★hissmile would be so sweet

★he’d help you into his car

★then get in 

★’are you cold?’

★’a bit’

★he’d pass you his coat

★and put on the heaters

★the drive will be silent

★he’ll glance over to you now and then

★when you finally get to your house he’ll grin at you 

★’remind me to call you if i ever needs help solving a puzzle’

★when you raised your brow 

★he’d hand you his phne

★’i really want to see you again. and i’m hoping you feel the same…’  

★his eyes will twinkle when you tap in your number

★’i’ll be waiting for that call’

★he’ll return your smile

★’thank you for the ride’

★’no problem’

★he’ll stay and watch you until he knows you’re safely in your home   

shipping aesthetic masterpost :)

aries ships

aries x aries: warm red; hungry first kisses; mini-dress wedding; taking shots together; childish arguments; playing video games

aries x taurus: luscious magenta; passionate make outs; personified vows; sexy dancing; unnecessary jealousy; days out at the fair

aries x gemini: bright orange; love bites; outdoor marriage ceremonies; drunk laughter; sassing each other; buying a pet dog together

aries x cancer: deep peach; caresses edged with yearning; crying over the vows; brutal advice; make-up sex; over-the-top snuggling

aries x leo: shiny gold; teasing kisses; massive wedding cakes; wild nights out; angry social media posts; competitive sports

aries x virgo: elegant black; tender make-outs; the first dance; yelling silly things and drunk-laughing; calming massages; little contests

aries x libra: lurid pink; lip biting; massive wedding dresses; amazing dancing; passionate apologies; bouquets of roses

aries x scorpio: intense crimson; dirty talk; tango music; really skimpy clothes; crying-shouting; cuddles that turn into make outs

aries x sagittarius: glittering bronze; second base; laughing through vows; silly dancing; poke wars; spontaneous adventures

aries x capricorn: rich maroon; impassioned disrobing; bows and curtsies; tugging at ties; let’s-calm-down-faces; tipping the chess board

aries x aquarius: sunny yellow; neck kisses; really weird music; making cocktails; hand-holding; under table kicks

aries x pisces: pale rose; playing with hair; tears of joy; “YES LET’S DO THAT OMFG”; arguing over who’s hotter; swimming

taurus ships

taurus x taurus: seaweed gold; yearning make outs; weddings; sneaking out to meet each other; ‘you’re all mine’; lots of pets

taurus x gemini: baby yellow; butterfly kisses; running around outside; fingernails scraping down backs; tongues sticking out; petting random dogs

taurus x cancer: pure white; the first time; romantic proposals; making out in school; crying all over each other; chocolate

taurus x leo: shining copper; third base; over-the-top weddings; drunk dancing; ‘no I’ll pay!’; Valentine’s Day

taurus x virgo: delicate green, respectful kisses; tea parties; giggling way too much during sex; wiping each other’s eyes; reading together

taurus x libra: warm pink; quick hugs; sentimental declarations of love; foot massages; yelling then cuddling; dinners out

taurus x scorpio: wine red; sex; vows of forever; highly sexually flirtatious dancing; screaming; champagne

taurus x sagittarius: soft khaki; trails of love bites; dancing in the rain; doing drugs together; ‘i still love you’; festivals

taurus x capricorn: elegant bronze; gently grazing teeth; hands squeezing tight; late night walks home; passionate anger; movie fests

taurus x aquarius: lurid aqua; biting; laughing so hard you can’t breathe; taking shots together; angry tweets; video games

taurus x pisces: powder blue; excessive cuddling; twirls; giggling; sobbing in each other’s arms; buying a puppy

gemini ships

gemini x gemini: bright orange; lip biting; killer high heels; sexy dancing whilst very drunk; inventive insults; reading magazines

gemini x cancer: pale tan; butterfly kisses; laughing-crying; sneaking out at midnight to meet each other; over-dramatic arguments; playing with hair

gemini x leo: shimmering gold; showing-off make-outs; socialites; mixing drinks; arguments that turn into sex; rolling in the grass

gemini x virgo: satin grey; holding hands; 20th century style wedding clothes; sexy dancing; snapping; cats

gemini x libra: hot pink; kink; old-fashioned girl band music; dancing the night away; sassy insults; extravagant, flamboyant gifts

gemini x scorpio: shocking black; love bites; intense eye contact; vodka; secrets; writing together

gemini x sagittarius: warm peach; hugs that turn into kissing; the first dance at a wedding; taking shots together; crying; walking the dog

gemini x capricorn: steely grey; lips brushing fingers; the MPDG archetype; laughter; ‘no, I’ll pay’; reading together

gemini x aquarius: lurid turquoise; hand-holding; adventures; weird drinks; ‘i do SO love you’; conspiracy theories

gemini x pisces: candyfloss violet; sweet, tiny kisses; cropped pannier skirts; stamping on cigarettes in high-heels; red eyes; flowers

cancer ships

cancer x cancer: rainy blue; lovingly tender make-outs; wedding dresses; long, sensual baths; ‘it’s gonna be okay’; dancing together to ‘our song’

cancer x leo: breath-taking gold; slow sex; laughter; music; shouting that becomes crying; cheating at Scrabble

cancer x virgo: elegant grey; hand kisses; bows and curtsies; long-term relationships; love letters; walks in the snow

cancer x libra: peachy pink; soft cuddles; strawberries; helping each other with appearance; cloud watching; the first day of spring

cancer x scorpio: deep maroon; hands clawing at each other; heels; taking drugs; passion in love and anger; rain

cancer x sagittarius: honey bronze; light make-outs that become more intense; road trips in a storm; smoking and dancing; tears; ‘forever’

cancer x capricorn: stunning white; hungry kisses; ‘unconditional’; walks in the woods; little white lies; help with homework

cancer x aquarius: lurid aquamarine; hand-holding; skipping; mixing drinks; bitch slaps; playing video games together

cancer x pisces: sweet silver; Valentine’s Day poetry; dancing in the rain; tripping for the first time; playing the victim; endless cuddles

leo ships

leo x leo: marigold yellow; tiny, gentle kisses; the sun; really loud music; unnecessary jealousy; walking the dog

leo x virgo: fresh green; ‘can I kiss you now?’; tea dresses; amazing dancing; telling jokes to stop them crying, cassettes

leo x libra: pop pink; PDA; weddings; pink champagne; really terrible insults; slow-to-fast dancing

leo x scorpio: burned bronze; sexy time; vodka; cigarettes; deep and laboured breathing; running really fast

leo x sagittarius: vibrant orange; love bites; dancing and skipping; high-heeled shoes; red faces; travelling the world

leo x capricorn: golden brown; passionate make-outs; warm, rich, slow laughter; slow breathing in darkness; shouting; painfully wide smiles

leo x aquarius: vivid indigo; scratching fingernails; raised eyebrows; drugs; excessive hiccups due to inebriation; giggles

leo x pisces: pretty peach; hair-twirling; full, lacy skirts; walking home late at night; wiping away the tears; just snuggling together

virgo ships

virgo x virgo: soft ivory; light kisses; wedding clothes; bright light; insults that make you go ‘ouch’; constructive criticism

virgo x libra: pastel cream; caressing hands; veils; carefully mixing drinks with exactly the right amounts; apologies; flowers

virgo x scorpio: classic black; biting; elegant outfits; cigarette smoke; viciousness; meaningful eye contact

virgo x sagittarius: rich tan; romantic make-outs; bouncy clothes; flat shoes; really terrible insults; buying a dog together

virgo x capricorn: honey gold; single passionate kisses; formalities; ‘oh my god this is so BAD of us’; arguing then make-up sex; homework help

virgo x aquarius: pastel green; finger-drumming; nail polish; really weird drugs; intellectual debates; ‘ewwwww’

virgo x pisces: delicate pink; the tiniest of kisses; flower posies; staying in; ‘I will never, ever, ever, ever hurt you’; teddies

libra ships

libra x libra: soft gold; sensual hugs; baths with rose petals in them; sexy dancing; passive aggressiveness; listening to music

libra x scorpio: deep rose; sex; lipstick; lots and lots of alcohol; trying really hard not to cry; very sexual flirtation

libra x sagittarius: pastel yellow; unexpected kisses; eye shadow; high heels; ‘we’re not fighting are we?? are we???’; silly dancing

libra x capricorn: pure white; massages; neat bedrooms; everyone’s looking at them; well crafted debate points; going to art galleries together

libra x aquarius: baby blue; fiddling with hair; bright lights; taking shots; ‘you did NOT just say that’; shitty video games

libra x pisces: warm peach; kisses that leave lip gloss stains; ducklings; being good; sniffling; cuddling with pets involved

scorpio ships

scorpio x scorpio: intense scarlet; unexpected sex; black satin; nights out at clubs; the silent treatment; making out to loud music

scorpio x sagittarius: rich gold; hickeys; steam-punk; sneaking out; distracting the other from anger with kissing; exercising together

scorpio x capricorn: classic tan; dishevelled chaise lounges; wood; grinding cigarettes under high-heels; rage; good food

scorpio x aquarius: shocking ebony; biting; metal furnishings; mixing drinks; amazing insults; take-outs

scorpio x pisces: deep navy; warm, soft kisses; a single flower; drugs; trying really, really hard not to get angry; nervous PDA

sagittarius ships

sagittarius x sagittarius: orange tan; just making out in general; fabric; elopement; excessive swearing; dancing to amazing music

sagittarius x capricorn: golden bronze; familiar yet intense kisses; vases; alcohol; ‘no I’M right’; watching TV

sagittarius x aquarius: bright purple; lipstick marks in weird colours + places; not getting married; shitty insults; poke wars

sagittarius x pisces: gentle violet; the first kiss; brightly coloured fish; weird drinks; third base; walks with the dog in the park

capricorn ships

capricorn x capricorn: coffee chocolate; sensuality; correcting one another’s formal outfits; cigarette smoke; ‘oh, really’; brilliant cakes

capricorn x aquarius: royal blue; small hickeys; going bird-watching; shitty old video games; heated debates; ‘we’re never bad’

capricorn x pisces: dolphin grey; second base; marriages; ‘you love me right?’; comforting each other; cuddling

aquarius ships

aquarius x aquarius: shocking orange; messy first kisses; building things together; taking shots; endless hypothesising; being way too competitive

aquarius x pisces: neon blue; laughing sex; original wedding ideas; cocktails; ‘this isn’t arguing’; old music players

pisces ships

pisces x pisces: delicate turquoise; third base; aquariums; tripping in heels; silly arguments that end in crying and cuddling; teddies

Hot Night, Cold Water

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: lAnGuAgE (but it’s me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), swimming pools, baseball bats,,,, bucky in a pool (yes, this is a warning [think about it])

A/N: This was for the fantastic writing challenges of one of my loves, @theassetseyeliner. I had soooo much fun with this, you have no idea. I hope you enjoy!

The chill of the plastic flamingo floatie on your back is a small relief from the sweltering heat and humidity surrounding you and sticking to your skin.

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This is how it starts: you don’t know anything.

You are blissfully, painfully unaware of the repercussions when Jenna drunkenly beckons you over to her corner in Jake’s kitchen.

“Jeremy, I have something to tell you,” she slurs, giggling. The party’s loud and crowded around them, so you lean in to hear her clearly. “So don’t freak out.” Before you can even respond, she blurts, “Michael’s in love with you.”

“What?” You blink, processing that statement. “Michael Mell? My best friend Michael?”

“Duh,” she says.

Nothing about that information makes sense. “I think you’ve got this all wrong,” you start, but Jenna cuts you off by shoving her phone in your face. You can see the most recent string of texts from Michael, and they’re all about you. They’re about how he’s charmed by your smile, how he’s worried that you don’t sleep enough, how he’s thinking about finally asking you out after all.

“Seriously,” Jenna says, shaking her head at the look on your face. “How could you not know? He’s so obvious.”

You can’t help but ask, “Who else knows?”

“Everybody,” Jenna says, and your heart sinks. “You didn’t think it was weird that every time you came to sit with us, somebody’d move so you could sit next to him?”

You didn’t, but now that she’s pointed it out, you recognize the pattern. Now that you’re thinking about it, there’s been increasingly frequent occurrences of Michael sitting beside you while everybody else in your friend group shares sly smiles or significant looks. There’s always been Michael, smiling warmly, welcoming your complaints about homework, his hands inches from yours.

“You guys will be cute together,” Jenna says, and she’s too drunk too care when you leave to have a panic attack in the bathroom.


Jenna doesn’t remember your conversation the next day. You wish you didn’t.


This is how it goes: you don’t know how to keep the things you love.

And you love Michael, you do, but not the way he apparently loves you. He wants to ask you out, to take you out on dates, to kiss you, to do so many things that you have never considered doing with him.

You consider it now. You consider it for days. You love spending time with Michael already. You think you could hold hands with him. Maybe you could kiss him, too. Could you do more than that?

Sitting beside Michael in the cafeteria, laughing at his jokes, watching the twinkle in his eyes grow brighter at your laughter, you know all your considerations are for moot. You know you can’t say yes, if he asks.

But you don’t want to say no.

You don’t want to hurt him like that. You don’t love Michael the way he loves you, but you still love him too much to break his heart. You love him too much to lose him.


“Hey, game night at my place this Friday?” Michael asks, nudging your arm.

You deliberately keep yourself from leaning into his touch. You’ve been keeping your distance for a while. “Nah, man. Dad’s taking me to see some colleges this weekend, remember?”

“Right.” The sight of Michael’s shoulders slumping turns your insides a little colder. You’ve been living with ice in your veins ever since that one party, that one conversation. “Dude, I feel like we haven’t been hanging out a lot these days.”

“We’ll hang out when we’re less busy,” you promise, and you think your lies and truths all taste the same nowadays.


You don’t know how to keep the people you love. You don’t know if you’re making the worst choice. You don’t know anything. You wish you still didn’t know.

If you spend less time with Michael, he won’t have an opportunity to ask you out. It’s a flimsy plan but you think it works anyway. You miss him, but this is the only way to keep him. At least this way, you can’t reject Michael. Can’t break his heart.


Every day, you hope he falls out of love with you.


You avoid spending too much time alone with him, avoid too much physical contact with him, avoid looking him in the eye more and more.

Michael slowly stops asking to spend more time privately with you. You spend less time with him and your friends, because you’re scared that he’ll ask you in front of everybody, because you’re weary from the guilt eating you up inside-out, because you’re still scared of losing him once and for all.

You don’t know how to stop Michael’s eyes from shuttering with disappointment or how to love him or how to admit that you just might be making the wrong choice. You don’t know if it’d be better off to tell him that you know, if saying no would be better than saying nothing.

You don’t know if he’s already fallen out of love with you. If you’ve already broken his heart.


This is how it ends: you try so hard to keep Michael, and that’s how you lose him.


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Player: Alexander Nylander (Buffalo Sabres/Rochester Americans)

feat. William Nylander (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Warning/s: mentions of alcohol, being drunk

Originally posted by nhlinfluenced

“Are you okay?”, William muttered under his breath.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you almost flinched, but you caught yourself at the last second. Instead, you turned your head to him. His gaze switched from the rest of the people to you. His eyes were looking at you, confused but honestly worried about you.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”, you shrugged, turning back to face the rest of the Garden, although you were trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

“Because my little brother is currently introducing his model girlfriend to both of our families. And the two of you happened to be together only a couple months ago.”

“Don’t be silly, William.”, you huffed.

“Don’t even try to act. You’re my best friend, Y/n. I can see that you’re not over him.”, Will retorted. 

He didn’t see it, but you responded by rolling your eyes at him, stubbornly keeping yourself from looking at him. 

Alex was currently standing on the patio, talking to his Dad with the girl he started dating in the States. She wasn’t supposed to be there, but she decided to fly in after a model gig in London just so she could see Alex. So why not barge into a family event, huh? To annoy you more than she already did with her first appearance in Alex life - just a couple of weeks prior.

You kept in a sigh, internally cursing yourself when you realized Will was right.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. Moving on from this seems so weird. It’s just making it worse knowing that he already did.”, you muttered back.

Will sighed at your confession, wondering why you were doing this to yourself. But why was his little brother doing that to you? William was confused. Alex was about as over it as you, which meant not at all. Didn’t he realize what the attendance of his rebound made you feel like? After all, he knew you best.

“Alright, enough with this bullshit. This is not a movie, so this is not the part where we are sitting here, having a deep conversation about letting people go.”, William muttered as he eagerly stood up from the bench you were sitting on. 

“What are you doing?”, you asked as the first members of your family turned around to you, members of the Nylander family following quickly. 

William extended a hand which you eyed warily. When you didn’t take it right away, he pulled you up and pulled you behind him through the garden.

“Hey! Answer me, dumbass.”, you protested.

“We’re going out.”, he decided. “There’s a party and I just decided you are my plus one now.”

William sent you a determined smirk as you rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his goofiness. The smile remained on your face when he dragged you through the backyard and up the patio, stopping in front of Michael, Alex, and Ellen.

His Dad, Alex and Alex’s girlfriend were looking at you in confusion, matching the glances your mother gave you from the side.

You didn’t meet Alex gaze as you normally would, instead you looked at Michael. Michael gave you a questioning look, that you answered with just a simple shrug.

“What are you doing, William?”, he asked curiously and a little confused too. 

“Saying goodbye. It was very nice meeting you, Ellen, but we really gotta go now.”, William said with a smirk in your direction.

“Where to?”, Alex asked. 

As far as he had known, his brother hadn’t had anything planned. Especially not with you. Alex would’ve remembered that.

“We’re going out to have some fun. We’ll be back later. I think.”, he chuckled before he pulled you right through the middle of Alex and Ellen. 

You felt your body brush Alex’s, wanting to throw up when you realized that you really wanted to hug him. Instead, you tried keeping up with William who dragged you outside to his car.

“I don’t think I’ve been this drunk since my first college party.”, you giggled, sitting on the dock of the lake you used to skate on when you were younger. 

After a couple hours of dancing and drinking with your old friends and the people who were having a party at the lake, you were a little exhausted so you got a little distance between you and the rest of the people and sat down there. Now you were playing with a bottle of cold beer in your hands, looking out at the water.

“I texted Alex.”, William giggled back.

“Why? He’s going to come here and ruin all the fun.”

“Because he’s more responsible than me. And hella possessive when it comes to you. It’s all working out.”    

“I’m my own person. He has no right to be possessive of me. We’re not even dating anymore.”, you slurred your tone a little bitter.

You lay back on your back, watching the slowly disappearing colors off the sunset. The pinks and oranges were calming you down as you zoned out. William lay back next to you, almost spilling his beer over himself as he started trying to make light and drunk conversation.

That was until you heard steps on the dock that stopped not far from you. 

“What the hell, Will?”

You and William made eye contact, bursting out into a fit of giggles as you sat up. Turning around, Alex was standing in front of the two of you. No Ellen in sight.

“I knew you would come if I texted you.”, Will giggled.

“Well, someone’s gotta get you home, idiot. Was this all your idea? Getting her drunk?”

“Hey hey hey, we were having fun, this was a great idea.”, you butted in, giving your own opinion. 

“Sure it was, Y/n.”, Alex said, rolling his eyes as he moved closer to the two of you. 

“See.”, William grinned, getting a death glare from his younger brother.

“Come on. I’m driving you home now.”, he said. You grinned at Willy, waving your hand.

“Bye bye.”, you said sweetly.

“You too.”, Alex added.

“Ha!”, William said, at the same time as your gaze snapped to Alex.

“No.”, you insisted.

“You’re drunk of your ass. You got nothing to argue. So get up and let me drive you home.”

“No.”, you repeated, your voice clearer than you thought it would be. 

“Y/n quit arguing I’m serious.”

William watched the exchange, his eyes flipping from Alex to you and back, although he soon started to feel dizzy because of it. But he had a smile on his face. Of course, his plan had worked. He just hoped you never found out that he had indeed planned the whole day.

“Me too. I’m older than you and I can make my own decisions.”

“Apparently not, since you’re sitting here. You should know better.”

“And where the hell should I be instead, in your opinion? Since you suddenly seem to give a shit on how I spend my free time?”, you challenged, crossing your arms in front of your chest, still staring up at him. 

Alex sighed before he moved forward and put his arms on your sides, just standing you up without giving you any chance to protest.

“I’m not arguing with you.”

“Then why do you?”, you muttered in frustration.

“Because you’re wasted. But you’re too stubborn to let me drive you home!”, he reminded you of the reason you were there at all.

“Why do you care?”, you groaned, getting fed up with the discussion. Drunk you had no idea in what kind of direction you were pushing the younger Nylander. 

“You know damn well why.”

“Just go home You’re not my damn boyfriend or brother. Just fuck off.”

Why was he being so damn dramatic?

Alex looked like you had slapped him in the face. But you ripped your gaze from him to look down, distracted by the giggling that William was doing.

“There it is.”, he cackled, trying to calm down.

Alex gritted his teeth to keep himself from snapping a reply.

“Don’t you think I know that? And it sucks, alright?” His voice was quieter, not as demanding and pissed anymore.

“It’s not like that’s your fault.”, you said, rolling your eyes. 

You lifted your bottle to take another swig of your beer, but your hand was stopped mid-air. Alex took the bottle from your hands and pulled you closer to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“When you’re sober, we’re gonna talk about this, alright? But I’m not having that conversation when you are drunk.”, he said a soft smile on his face. 

Much like the old times. You gave him a smile back before you nodded in agreement. You stumbled when you tried taking a step towards the direction that you spotted his car in. Alex simply chuckled, shaking his head at you before he decided that the best would be a piggyback ride. 

The sound of clapping hands caused Alex to turn around, spotting William with a content grin on his face as he applauded you.

“William, get up. I can’t carry you too.”

“Alright. I’m on my way.”, he slurred.

You made your way up to the car. William was stumbling next to you, apparently taking every little bump in the way, but you couldn’t ignore the smirk he gave your way.

“Congrats.”, he said, lifting his beer for a toast.

“For what?”, you asked dumbfoundedly, a giggle following your words.

“For getting your shit together.”, was the slurred reply of your best friend.

“I hate you, William.”, you whispered, making eye contact with the older Nylander across the kitchen table. 

You were suffering together, having one of the worst hangovers of your life. You had your arms propped up on the table, your head in your hands and William was basically spread all over the table trying to sleep away the throbbing pain in his head.

“Not so loud.”, he complained with a groan. 

You dropped your head into your folded arms, eyes closed until you heard a noise directly next to you. You blinked against the painful light, seeing the mug of hot cocoa that was placed next to you. Alex leaned against the counter, a mug of coffee in his hands as he watched you in amusement. You tried rolling your eyes, but it hurt too much, causing you to wince. You could fix this, that was a fact you were sure about. 

He gave you a smile, and you gave it right back.

“At least we had fun.”, William muttered, making you chuckle only to groan in pain at the noise.

Picture Perfect - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,719

Summary: The reader tries to convince Dean to be her fake fiance, so she can impress her boss and get a promotion.

Part 1 Part 2

“What the hell?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up in bed.

How did you get in here?

The last thing you remember is drunkenly eating omelets with Dean and then watching TV on the couch.

You lazily stand up and stretch before walking into the living room.

Hmmm. Dean isn’t here.

You remember that Sam was supposed to pick him up last night. That must be what happened.

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Kang Daniel Soulmate Au

• Look, it’s a complete coincidence you’re a nurse,
• Whenever you soulmate feels pain, or gets injured, you get the same pain,
• A lot of people said it’s clever of you to become a nurse, because it’ll be easier to find your Soulmate,
• But honestly, would you put up with drunks, the extreme hours, and all the gross jobs you have to do if finding your soulmate was your only motivation?
• You’d just always thought being a nurse was rewarding, and you where helping people which is always good,
• The soulmate thing is just a plus really,
• While you and your soulmate had a cool connection, it’s really quite the impracticable soulmate key,
• You wouldn’t say your soulmate is clumsy, but you swear they get injured more than the average person,
• But now your a hypocrite because you most definitely are clumsy,
• Or just dangerous in general,
• You’ve broken both your legs, an arm, your nose, fractured your collar bone, fallen out of multiple trees and flown off of many bikes, and that one car crash,
• A very adventurous kid.  . .
• Now that you think, maybe that’s why you wanted to be a nurse,
• But you know, when you meet your soulmate, you definitely need to apologize,
• But they’re not completely innocent,they seem to always be injuring their hand or wrists somehow, pulling muscles or stubbing their toes, but nothing too major,
• You never know if the random bruises that appear on your arms and legs are yours and you forgot about them or if they belong to your soulmate, but you smile at them anyway, preferring to imagine it’s the latter
• So, you’re wrapping a little kids leg in a cast,
• He fell off of the playhouse at his school and his nonchalance and interest in everything your doing reminds you of yourself at his age and makes you smile,
• He’s telling you about his aunt who recently met her soulmate at a pool party, giggling about their key when,
• A bolt of lightning  starts at your left elbow and races it’s way up you radius and ulna, builds at your wrist and jumps down your middle finger,
• It takes all that you are not to swear like a sailor in front of the little boy sat in front of you,
• “Sugary lord of Hufflepuff,”
• The boy giggles at your replacement swear, you send him a strained smile as you gaze at your arm, that’s twitching slightly,
• But you’re nothing if not a fighter and your soulmate is not going to get in the way of this little boys health,
• You wrap the boys leg in blue, at his request, and send him on his way, hobbling along on some crutches next to his mum, rambling about aliens,
• You’re a little jealous of his care free attitude and peoples acceptance of his alien ranting but your an adult,
• Or at least your trying to be,
• You’re closest friend at the hospital is instantly on the look out when they hear about your wrist,
• “Guys, if anyone comes in either a broken arm or finger, approximately Y/N’s age, you gotta tell me, this is a matter of soulmates,”
• They’re buzzing around, trying to find any clue to if your soulmate is here,
• You doubt it, even if he is, the hospital is large,
• Then she’s whisked off to look at a kid who got something stuck up their nose and your sat with an old lady who’s coughing up blood,
• You’re wrist burns with the power of the sun but you smile as you approach her and introduce yourself,
• You’re pretty sure you know what’s wrong with her, and you’re definite​ after quickly consulting a doctor,
• You break the awful news to the lady and give her a shoulder to cry on as she takes into the information to tell her about what to do,
• You don’t cry until you’re out of sight, a element of your job that haunts you,
• You’re getting to the end of a pretty emotional shift when one of the other nurses calls you to a cubicle to cover for her,
• You have no idea what she’s doing but you’re too tired to care,
• You haven’t eaten for since you shift started 12 hours ago and you kinda  need a toilet break but yanno,
• Just nursing problems,
• You push into the cubicle and plop yourself down on the seat, happy to let your feet rest a little, and spin round to greet your next patient,
• There’s two boys say in front of you, each suspiciously hansom for your liking and both with sheepish grins,
• You definitely do a double take, trainee’s? They certainly have the looks,
• Turns out they where messing around and when Seongwoo jumped onto Daniels back, he wasn’t expecting it and fell straight forward onto his wrist,
• You laugh at them both but sit quietly for a second, staring at Daniel with now shame,
• You heart goes a little when he doesn’t back down from the eye contact,
• “ It sounds like a fracture, but we should x-ray to check, but can I check something first?”
• Daniel blinks at you before giving you the green light,
• You lean over and pinch his forearm, hard,
• He seems thoroughly startled, but the sharp pinching pain sprouts in your arm as well and you sigh in relief, a laugh rising up through your throat and your heart lifting,
• It would have been awkward if you hadn’t felt anything, so you thank your lucky stars
• You quickly pinch your own arm to show Daniel, and he starts laughing as he runs a thumb over your tear stained cheeks, looking to be taking in everything about you, his eyes shaping into cute crescents and you can’t take in that he was made for you,
• His smooth skin and warm personality was made for you, just like you where made for him,
• “Holy shit, it’s you, the clumsiest person in Asia,”
• Seongwoo slides out of the cubicle and you start crying,
• It’s been an emotional day okay, and a long shift and you’re tired and hungry,
• Daniel doesn’t hesitate to wrap his good arm around you, pressing his lips to your hairline,
• “I am so so sorry, I just seem to be accident prone,”
• Daniels smile triggers you to smile and the warmth fills your chest, something that makes you feel complete and at peace,
• You do Daniels cast, wrapping the orange carefully around his arm as the pain in your wrist starts to dull,
• “It hurts too?”
• “Like a total bitch,”
• He runs his hand up and down your arm comfortingly, and the pain ebbs even though it makes no sense,
• He asks when you finish your shift and you almost cry when you remember it was 20 minutes ago,
• “I don’t suppose you’re hungry?”
• “I’m actually starving and in critical condition, Imma need and IV soon”
• You go to get dinner together and just talk and talk because nothing has ever felt more natural than being with Daniel,
• You fall asleep on the way to your house in the car and you wake up with Daniel carrying you up your stairs, wandering around to find your bedroom,
• You have no idea how he got in but you’ll worry about it later because you’re pressed against your soulmate warm chest listening to his irregular heart beat and feeling his arms wrapped around you and he’s softly humming and honestly in your element,

• You sleepily persuade him to stay the night and wake up with your back pressed against his chest and arms draped over you, bright orange cast startling you at first, 

• You’re the first to sign his cast and decorate it with swirls and hearts and cartoons and Daniel keeps it to commemorate your meeting,

• You two are a honey couple like please,

• He introduces you to his kitties and then sulks because they automatically love you and lounge all over you,
• But you’re slightly afraid of cats so your just sat rigid and convinced they can sense your fear,
• He always brings you snacks at the hospital because he knows how you hardly ever get to eat because every shift is a busy shift,
• You’re always supporting each other, and when you Finnish if he’s still practicing you’ll get drinks for everyone to remind them to rest because damn, and you become like a mother to all the other boys,

• ” Hey Y/N, What do you think of this footwork,” Or “ Y/N, do you think this is broken?”

• You know all their favourite drinks or what to say to cheer them up, and they always come to you with problems they feel like they can’t ask to each other about
• You automatically know when each other are hurt so a lot of worrying, but at least you know,
• And many many little kisses because they seriously seem to dull the pain,
• Because you two work all the time and are constantly on, you seem to be able to calm each other so it’s a hell of a load of blanket dates in front of the TV falling asleep in each others laps,
• A lot of the things you do together are slow and gentle as you’re usually tired so gentle sloppy kisses or carefully running hands through each others hair,
• Sitting in-between Daniels legs when people are round because your apartment isn’t huge and dammit it’s comfy,
• You just constantly wear his shirts at home because they smell of him and they’re soft and he says it’s a pain but you can tell he loves it,
• He’s a total dork with you,
• If you’ve had an extra emotional day he’ll cheer you up within five minutes,
• Just being two people quietly totally in love and being able to help each other wind down in natural ways and being so damn soft and just generally being way too cute for your own good,

Daniel makes me seriously weak omg pls help

Originally posted by ji-hooon

Cat Stereotypes

Context: Our party is exploring a cavern and finds hole that drops down 30 ft. Our party discusses how to get down safely.

Tabaxi Monk (ooc): Well I have slow fall so I should just be able to jump down, right?

DM: Sure, So you see (Monk) just jump strait down without any warning

Our dwarf fighter, (ooc): I go see if he lands on his feet.

Monk (ooc): I do

Fighter: I knew it

Monk (who is tired of the tabaxi racism): Sighs*

Rest of the party: Giggles*

Braids & War Paint (Part 6)

Note’s On:

Part 1: / Part 2: / Part 3: / Part 4: / Part 5: 

I’m sorry this took so long, hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for it x                                                                                                       I’d just like to start this off by saying thank you to everyone for 105 followers, I know that doesn’t seem like much but it means a lot to me. I just can’t believe it. Thank you. 

It had begun. The preparations for Beltane. Maypole’s had popped up all over the city, dancing and signing in the streets could be heard for miles, fire pits everywhere, gifts for the little folk had been left at the edge of the Oakwald, the training field had been emptied for the Thirteen Blackbeak Witches and their overgrown lizards with wings. They were the only witches Terrasen had anything to do with after their war against the Yellowlegs, Bluebloods and that ghastly Blackbeak matron and the rest of her clan. The Thirteen had fought with Terrasen those days. That’s what Aelin liked about Beltane, people from all over Erilea put their disagreements, put aside their hatred and disgust for other kingdoms just for the night. 

Right now Aelin was having her final dress fitting. Lysandra, Elide, Nesryn, Sorcha and Dorian all came to see. Usually Aelin would keep her gown under wraps until the final hour, but this year was different, she wanted more opinions than just her mother’s. 

It was one of the most gorgeous gowns Aelin had ever worn. She usually wore the typical princess dress, fluffy and girly and usually a pastel colour. This year was different, she was a woman now. It was red like the deepest flame, intricately beaded with jewels that were laid on sheer panels on the bust, bodice and sleeves. It had a cut on the chest, deep enough to catch your eye but covered enough for someone of her ranking. It brushed the floor, long enough that you could only see Aelin’s golden heels when she moved. 

She looked impressive. She was impressive. She just hoped that was enough. 

“Stunning, as per usual.” Lysandra smiled, twirling her finger in slow circles indicating for Aelin to spin around. She followed the command. Lysandra could wear a potato sack and still look stunning. Her dress was gold and figure hugging with a deep cut and a cape accent. Before Aelin had gotten her gown made she was going to fight Lysandra for her gown. But then Aedion ‘accidentally’ saw her in it and the game was over, she had to wear it. Aelin knew how independent Lysandra was but a small part of her thought Lysandra chose the golden hue to match Aedion’s eyes. 

“Your fae will certainly stumble when he see’s you like that.” Dorian mocked causing the rest of her party to giggle, except Nesryn. She just doesn’t laugh unless Chaol does something that gets him minor injuries. 

“It’s not like that,” Aelin said, turning around so her faint blush wouldn’t be seen. “We’re carranam, he’s my friend.” 

Aelin only heard Elide’s mumble of what sounded like a “Whatever” before she ducked behind the modesty curtain. 

Rowan was sweating bricks. 

He stood in the drawing room, leaning against one of the windows. The carriages pulled in one by one, asterion horses pulling every pompous nobility of Erilea to Aelin’s doorstep. Rowan only had his Doneralle uniform as his finery. He wondered how Galan was holding up, wondered if he packed something appropriate for tonight or if he had to beg the Wolf of the North. He wondered what dresses would flood the ball room, he wondered if Terrasen’s music was similar to Doneralle’s. He wondered a lot of things. 

“Prince Rowan?” A feminine voice sounded from the doorway, Lady Elide Lochan from Perranth stood in a blue ballgown that had crystals in a plaid pattern. Elegant and simple. “The ball is about to commence, would you like to walk me in?” She said kindly. Rowan wondered if there was a bad bone in her body. Aelin had told him a lot about her future court. Elide was blessed by Anneith, the Goddess of Wisdom and Wise Things. Rowan knew she was smart, by asking him to walk her in he wouldn’t have to go alone and face the stares of the whole of Erilea. It wasn’t because he was afraid, Rowan wasn’t afraid of much. He just knew that Aelin wanted to be the one to introduce him to her friends, he couldn’t steal that pleasure from her. 

“Of course.” Rowan extended his bent elbow to the young lady. Aelin told him of when they were children, how they had been riding their horses and Elide had fallen, how her ankle got caught under a tree root, how nothing could be done when the horse jumped onto her leg. They removed it from under the knee and another member of Aelin’s future court, Nox Owen an inventor had crafted her a knew limb from metal out of an old clock. It was incredible really. 

The ballroom was lit with the biggest collection of crystal chandeliers Rowan had ever seen. Three thrones sat against the wall, opposite the grand staircase, which thankfully Elide lead him away from, they came through a door that must be for castle staff. 

The music was was loud and upbeat. It was very different to Doneralle, it was more like the intense tunes he had heard at Mistward; harps, lutes, lyres, violins and a pianoforte played symphonies. 

Elide lead Rowan over to a small group near the base of the throne dais. Some faces he knew like: Galan, Lysandra, Aedion, Prince Dorian, Captain Westfall, Nesryn and Sorcha. But the rest were foreign to him. If Lysandra’s, Nesryn’s and Sorcha’s gowns were anything to go by, Aelin would look like a goddess from above. Though Rowan knew that already, he knew that Aelin knew that too. Nesryn’s gown was a thick navy fabric, with a thin cut down the centre and Sorcha’s was the complete opposite, more dainty and childlike- which was her personality personified in fabric. Innocent in a pale pink with green floral accents. Lysandra was just drenched in gold. But he didn’t expect much more than that. Navy must have been the colour of the season, two Blackbeak witches wore navy, one a dress with a cape and the other, the one with white hair, wore navy pants that were attached to a beaded bodice, a jumpsuit Aelin had said.

“Everybody, this is Prince Rowan Whitethorn of Doneralle, I’m sure some of you have met before.” Elide said sweetly, a few members of the party gave him curt nods, he received smiles from Lysandra and Prince Dorian. 

The night was going smoother that Rowan anticipated. 

A young red-headed girl with freckles and wine coloured eyes extended her hand out to Rowan, her smile reminded him of a wolf. 

“Lady Ansel of Briarcliff, a pleasure to meet you.” Rowan shook her hand and nodded. What caught his eye was the golden pummel of her sword, in the shape of a wolfs head. Rowan was fascinated by the human girl who wore a plain silver dress with patterns that reminded him of his cousin’s wallpaper. They were at a ball yet she deemed it necessary to strap a sword around her waist. No wonder she was a friend of Aelin’s. 

“An honour to meet you.” Rowan said, his voice empty, all the thoughts were whirring around in his head, they all centred around one existence that was not yet here. 

Another woman, maybe a few years older than Aelin with raven hair and fair skin extended her hand after Rowan retracted his from Ansel of Briarcliff’s scar flecked one. She was cunning, Rowan could see it by just looking at her. Her dress was black and matched her hair, with sheer panels and lace, a black cape protruded from her shoulders. 

“Lady Kaltain of Fenharrow, Aelin’s magic counterpart.” Rowan’s eyebrows quirked at her introduction, but took her hand anyway. “My flames used to be gold like Aelin’s when I was young but then I grew and they turned into shadows that burned any light they saw.” Lady Kaltain explained, Rowan saw Lysandra roll her eyes and the elbow to the ribs from Elide. 

“How interesting.” Rowan said politely, his patience was waring thin. 

Introduction after introduction: Lady Ansel of Briarcliff- military personnel, Lady Kaltain Rompier of Fenharrow- spy, Nehemia Ytger Crown Princess of Eyllwe- the wyrdmarker, Lord Ren Allsbrook- the diplomat, Manon Blackbeak- Leader of the thirteen aerial witches of The Wastes, Asterin Blackbeak- Manon’s second, the eleven other Blackbeaks: Sorrel, Vesta, Linnea, Ghislaine, Fallon, Faline, Imogen, Thea, Kaya, Eda and Briar, Nox Owen- the inventor and Illias of the Silent Assassins- Aelin’s trainer in the ways of the assassin. 

So much for Aelin introducing him. 

The room had gone silent, Rowan piveted at the sound of doors opening, a short man, an announcer, called out into the stone silent ballroom:

“Please make way for Terrasen’s royal family!” King Orlon came first, the clapping and cheering was deafening as soon as his boot passed the threshold. Rowan turned to Aedion,

“Shouldn’t you be up there?” He asked, the celebrating nearly drowning Rowan’s voice, Aedion shook his head.

“I’m technically a part of the Wendlyn Royal family.” 

Rowan’s eyes wandered back to the stairs, Prince Rhoe and Princess Evalin stood proud, the three of them walking down the stairs together before taking their spots on the dais, the three thrones made of gnarled wood and antlers. 

But where was Aelin? 

“And finally, Terrasen’s Heir, Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” 

Rowan’s jaw clenched when he saw her, his hands curled into tight fists- knuckles now white, his chest felt tight and his heart was pumping at an insane rate. Aelin was devastatingly beautiful at the worst of times, now when she had been done up in the red dress, her cosmetics dark and sultry, her hair was puled back in a sleek tail, her antler tiara keeping her wild streak. 

Rowan had never seen something so beautiful, she still looked the same as when he watched her watch the sunrise, she was just highlighted now.  She caught his eye during her descent, he swore she could hear the rhythm of his heart. As her heel touched the ballroom floor the music cranked back up again, as did the conversations around the room. 

Rowan walked for her, they met in the middle of the floor. For Rowan everything was happening so quickly but yet he felt like h’s movements were slow as he took her hand, bowed and rand his lips over her smooth knuckles. 

In that moment he could live forever. 

“You look beautiful.” Rowan said, it had become hard to swallow. His throat cutting off any words he might regret. But when she smiled at him from under her thick lashes he was gone. 

“You represent your kingdom well.” Aelin’s eyes sparkled as she traced the owl on his cuff.

Couples took the floor, dancing around the pair as if they were nothing but furniture. Dorian took Manon Blackbeak by the wrist and took her onto the floor, her navy pants flying around as he spun her. 

“Would you like to dance with me, Rowan Whitethorn?”

“It would be an honour, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” 

Galan watched the couples take the floor from where he stood near the food tables. 

Aelin and Rowan had been dancing for nearly eight songs, Aedion and Lysandra nearly half that. The Prince of Adarlan and the Iron-toothed witch had been dancing as if their bodies were moulded for each other. Captain Westfall and Private Faliq had found good rhythm in talking rather than dancing, as did Lady Elide and the rest of the Blackbeak witches, Sorcha the healer girl was dancing with the inventor Galan had met that morning, Nox he thought the name was. The boy from the desert and the princess of Eyllwe were having a conversation but not with their mouths, signing to each other instead. 

Galan wanted to go home. 

He missed his father, he missed his horse, he missed his own godsdamned bed and he didn’t care if he was complaining like a child. Galan had never seen Terrasen before, he had never experienced the wild. The wild wasn’t his calling but he couldn’t believe that Rowan had somehow joined the flame in the middle of the forest. 

“Would you like to get some air?” Aelin asked Rowan as she lead him off the dance floor, he nodded and Aelin took him out the service door, towards the rose garden. 

The moon gave a pale cast onto all the flowers, their pigment suddenly gone. 

Aelin clung onto Rowan’s arm, her heart racing at the new found privacy. He was her carranam, she’d respect him but you couldn’t blame a girl for trying. 

“What did you think of them?” Asked Aelin. She had wanted to introduce her friends to him, but it seems he beat her to it.

“Who? Your friends?” Rowan asked, his accent thicker than she remembered, she wondered if he didn’t try to hide it as much after she told him she liked the sound of it.

“Some are friends, some are allies.” Aelin said casually, her mind running to whether Dorian and Manon had found their own privacy yet. 

“They were…” Rowan wracked his brain for the right word, Aelin could see him searching for something of little offence before he settled with: “Unique.” 

Aelin nodded, he wasn’t wrong. 

A marble seat was before them, Aelin had lead Rowan into the middle of the rose garden where the hedges were the tallest and the guards were non-existent. She unlaced herself from Rowan’s muscled arm and sat on the seat, looking at the full moon, Rowan following her every move. He sat next to her and Aelin ran through all the probabilities in her head for what she was about to do. 

Aelin turned her body to face him, Rowan’s glance still trained on the moon. She didn’t know whether it was romantic, stupid or nïeve but she placed on of her hands on his. Rowan’s attention was locked on her, she could feel the burning of his gaze.

Rowan’s breathing hitched for a millisecond and that’s all it took for Aelin to lean in and brush her red lips onto his before kissing him fully. 

He didn’t kiss her back.

As Aelin started to pull away, ashamed and hurt, Rowan’s hand flew to her cheek, cupped it and kissed her back with such gentleness Aelin nearly melted into the ground. 

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but you could’ve told Aelin forever and she would’ve believed it. They pulled away breathless, Aelin missed the taste of him, missed the feeling of their lips together already. 

“Thank the gods I wasn’t the only one.” Was the only thing Rowan said before kissing her again. 

Aelin couldn’t sleep, not with the size of that smile on her face and that was when she realised. 

She sat up in her bed, Fleetfoot’s light snores were the only sound in the room as Aelin fished for the braid in her hair, she took out the band keeping the small braid in place and started to remove it, her hair was crinkled and wavy after having a braid in for so long.

She smiled at the leather band that had been woven in her hair seconds before, she placed it on her bedside table.

Her promise to Sam Cortland had been fulfilled, she had found true happiness in the form of a Fae warrior from Doneralle. 

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Nervous ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Can you write a Grayson imagine about the first time he meets his girlfriends parents?‘’

Response: Thank you for your request!! I enjoyed writing it :) and as always it got a little longer than expected, (and also a little smutty), but oh well ;) enjoy xxx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘Honey, I think it’s time that we meet your boyfriend… Gr… Garison was it, right?’ your mom asks, while she switches channels. Your mom and dad were laying on the couch, watching television. ‘Grayson, you mean,’ you correct her and roll your eyes. ‘Yeah, Grayson. See, I don’t even know his name. It’s about time that we see what he looks like,’ your mom says.

‘Your mom is right. And of course we have to see if he’s good enough for you,’ your father adds. ‘Of course he is good enough for me,’ you say, a little indignant. ‘He is amazing. You guys will love him, I promise.’ ‘I guess we’ll see if that’s true. Invite him for dinner tonight,’ your father says.

It’s lunch break. You’re walking through the school, looking for Grayson. You see him standing by his locker, grabbing the books he needs for his next class. He’s wearing your favourite black T-shirt. It’s the one you sometimes wear when you spend the night with him, and, as usual, forget to bring a clean one.

‘Hi Gray,’ you greet him while you kiss him on his cheek. His face lights up when he sees you and he gives you a kiss back. ‘Hey, baby,’ he says. ‘You look so good,’ you whisper while you move your lips to his ear, causing him to shiver a little. ‘And you also smell very nice. Is that your new scent you’re wearing?’ He turns his body so that he can look at you while he raises an eyebrow. ‘What’s going on here?’

You pull back, a little surprised. ‘What do you mean? Can’t a girl give her boyfriend a compliment?’ He laughs and puts his hands on your waist. ‘Of course she can, but we both know that there’s more to this.’ You give him a mysterious smile. ‘Oh?’ ‘You only give me a compliment right when I meet you when you have bad news. To put me in a good mood,’ he explains. ‘Remember that time when you had to tell me that you couldn’t come to Ethans party?’

You giggle while your cheeks turn red and you look at your shoes. ‘Yeah…’ He lifts your chin so that have to look at him. ‘Well?’ Grayson asks curiously. He gives you that smile that you just couldn’t resist. Here goes nothing, you think. ‘You have to meet my parents. Tonight. We’ll have dinner together.’

Grayson frowns and his eyes go wide. ‘Y/N! You’ve got to be kidding me.’ ‘I wish I was,’ you sigh. ‘You know how bad I am with meeting people. Meeting fans kind of freaks me out sometimes,’ Grayson laughs nervously, realizing he just told a little secret. You thought it was cute. ‘Come on, Gray. You are the best boyfriend a girl can wish. And my parents will think so too,’ you try to cheer him up. ‘Please. You have to meet them eventually,’ you say with a little smile. He sighs deeply while he puts an arm around you. ‘Alright then. But just for you,’ he says. You giggle an entwine his fingers with his, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘You’re the best.’

You pull the door open and close it behind you. ‘Gray! Where are you?’ you shout while you stand in the hall. No answer. When you listen closely you hear music coming from the highest floor. You follow the sound and walk up the stairs. Then you see that the bathroom door is a open, so you walk towards it and peek around the corner. You see Grayson stand in front of the mirror. ‘Hey babe,’ you say while you walk in and lean against the wall.

‘Hi Y/N,’ he says. Grayson turns around and points a finger towards his hair. ‘Look at this!’ he cries out, a little panicked. You look at it, and don’t see something that’s worth worrying about. It even looks better than normal. ‘It looks great,’ you say simply. Grayson sighs and clenches his jaw. You didn’t know why, but it turned you on when he did that. ‘No, it doesn’t. I re-did my hair like three times now, but it just doesn’t turn out the way I want to,’ he says, frustrated.

You walk towards him and stroke with your hand through his soft hair a couple of times. You notice that he had dyed it again, probably just for this evening. ‘There. Now it looks perfect,’ you say with a smile, taking a step back. He looks in the mirror and blinks. ‘Yeah, it actually does.’ You laugh and grab his hand. ‘We really have to go now, baby. Come on. We don’t wanna be late.’

‘But what if I say something really stupid? Or do something really stupid? Or what if-‘ Grayson says while you walk hand in hand towards the door of your house. ‘Graaay,’ you say, a little irritated. ‘You are gonna be just fine. Just act how you normally do, and everything we’ll be okay.’ You try to calm him down while you rub with your thumb over his hand. Grayson sighs and looks at you with a nervous frown on his forehead. God, he was so sexy when he did that.

You ring the doorbell while Grayson holds your hand. In the other one he holds a bouquet of flowers for your mom. He insisted on getting them because he ‘’wanted to make a good first impression.’’ You couldn’t stop giggling when he said that. Could he get even cuter?

‘So, Grayson, what are your hobbies?’ your mom asks Grayson, while she takes a bite of her food. Grayson swallows and puts his cutlery down. ‘I like skateboarding, and ehm… I also love to travel. And I also make videos with my twin brother, Ethan,’ he adds. ‘Videos? What kind of videos?’ your father asks curiously. You see Graysons eyes flicker from your mom to your dad, and you notice he’s getting nervous again. You grab his hand under the table, stroking with your thumb over his shaking hand. He squeezes it gently.

‘Well, all kind of videos actually, but mostly funny ones, like challenges. We just like making people laugh, so it’s kind of meant to be entertaining,’ he chuckles. Your mom and father look amused. After a while of eating and talking it’s quiet. You get the feeling that your parents are beginning to like Grayson. Not that that surprised you, of course. You secretly expected that they would like him, but it still made you happy that they accepted him.

While everything is going well, you see that Grayson is getting more relaxed the more he talks. You look at him and can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach. He was just perfect.

‘Grayson, could you please pass me the water?’ your mom asks, when you guys are done eating and just talk for a bit. ‘Yes, of course,’ Grayson answers politely, but when he grabs the water, the unexpected happens. The bottle slips out of his hand and the water flows all over the table. The four of you immediately stand up to avoid getting wet, but it was too late.

Graysons mouth falls wide open. ‘Oh – oh my gosh – I’m so sorry -  I didn’t –‘ he stutters. Your mom chuckles a little. ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s just water. I’ll clean it up,’ she says. Graysons cheeks turn red and he strikes uncomfortable with a hand through his hair. ‘Okay… I’m so sorry,’ he apologizes again. ‘It’s fine,’ your mom smiles while she walks to the kitchen to get something to clean it up.

Grayson looks at you, and you’re trying not to laugh by biting your lip. Poor Grayson. ‘Is it okay if we go upstairs and watch a movie?’ you ask. ‘Sure,’ your father answers. You grab Graysons hand and he silently follows you.

You are sitting on your bed while Grayson walks through the room, worrying. It is quiet for a moment. ‘I can’t ever face your parents again. Ever. That was so embarrassing,’ he says eventually. ‘Babe, what are you talking about? It was just an accident!’ you say, not believing that he could worry about such a little thing. Grayson stops walking and looks at you with his hands in his hair.

‘Yeah, but it was just SO stupid. If I just had paid more attention to what I was doing…’ he says with a frown. You let out a small laugh. ‘What’s so funny about this, Y/N?’ Grayson asks, becoming a little frustrated. ‘Come here, baby,’ you say with a soft smile. Grayson sighs, but walks towards you. You push him gently onto the bed, so that he lays with his back on your bed and his head on the pillow.

You crawl on him and rest your head on his chest, looking at him. ‘They don’t care that you spilled that goddamn water. I know my parents and I could see that they like you. Trust me. Now get over yourself.’ You sit up straight so that you sit on his lap, with each leg next to his hip.

His arms lay under his head, supporting it so that he could look at you. You just wanted to touch his muscular arms. He smirks. ‘What?’ you ask. ‘God, I love you so much,’ he says and he also sits up straight. When you want to tell him that you love him too, he presses his lips against yours.

His lips were warm and soft. He slowly slides his tongue into your mouth, twirling it around yours. With one elbow he holds himself up, while the other hand is stroking your cheek, slowly trailing to your shoulder and then to your waist. You gasp while he pulls up your shirt, touching your cold skin with his warm hands.

He bites your lips and then kisses your cheeks, trailing down to your neck. He licks and bites, leaving marks on your skin. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his hands. Your crotches were touching, and you could feel his bulge.

‘Grayson,’ you try to stop him, but his hands are everywhere. ‘Gray,’ you say again, and pull back reluctantly. ‘We can’t do this now. My parents are down stairs,’ you say, out of breath. He pulls back, with his hand still on your hip. His eyes are filled with lust, and you know what he wanted to do with you. He was just feeling horny. ‘Okay. Another time, then,’ he smirks. ‘I call it a date,’ you chuckle, giving him a last sweet kiss on the lips.

Party Foul

A/N: This is the third scenario I’ve written. This scenario was better in my head~ but enjoy this late night garbage  💖

Lmao when I typed ‘third’ I accidentally typed ‘thirst’

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Theme: Collage AU, (briefly) Fuckboy Jungkook.

It was your typical beginning of the year college party.  

My roommate scored an invite from an upperclassman, to which she invited me, and when I expressed my lack of interest in drinking and parties she told me I had to go because I was her designated babysitter for the evening.

“C’mon, someone has to make sure I don’t end up naked on a kitchen table,” she paused, “or end up fair game to every drunk, horny frat boy.” When I ignored her she dropped her arms at her sides with a huff, “Pleeaseee,” she pouted, “Can’t you just like, not drink?” I asked, getting up from my desk. “You know what happens at parties, Y/N. You make a promise not to drink and the next thing you know you wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover in someone else’s bed. Once you step foot into a party your self control goes out the window.” I sighed, “Fine, fine, I’ll go. I’ll make sure you don’t get hammered and that you come home.” She grinned, clasping her hands together. “You’re the best!” “I know.”

I started getting ready, “Are you going all out?” I asked, glancing over at my roomie who was frantically sorting through clothes. “Well duh, is there any other way to dress for a party?” she giggled, pulling out a skin tight maroon tube dress and a black shawl, “Does that mean I have to go all out?” I asked, watching her pick up a pair of black lacey heels. “Well yeah, you have to look hot too, it’s like a girl code.”  “I guess I missed out on reading the bitch bible.” I chuckled.  

I changed into a purple tank top that plunged into a deep v, tucking it into a leather mini skirt. I slipped on my leather jacket and started to put on my heeled boots, “Hey Vi, do you have lip gloss I can use? Preferably clear or lightly tinted.” “Yeah, here,” she came out of the bathroom, I looked up at her as I was zipping the side of my boot, “Wow Vi, you look-” “Hot? I know, and so do you, and kind of badass at the same time.” She winked at me as she handed me her lip gloss, “Thanks,” I grinned.


As soon as we arrived I regretted it, but seeing as we were already here it was too late to back out, plus I would have a guilty conscious if she did something embarrassing and I wasn’t here to stop it.  

We both walked into the crowded living area, arm in arm, she turned to grin at me, “I know you don’t want to be here but thank you for coming with me.” I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, “Yeah yeah,” She swatted my arm, breaking away from me to go grab a drink. I looked around, seeing a few familiar faces from my classes or around campus, my gaze falling on a particular face, one that belonged to none other than Jeon Jungkook- college fuckboy. I watched as he was engaged in a conversation with a few other boys, shaking his dark fringe out of his eyes. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, I admit. He brought a bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a sip, I traced his jawline with my eyes as he tilted his head back, then I found myself staring at his adams apple as he swallowed.  

I released the breath I was holding, cringing at the fact I just gawked at him in spite of disliking him. I wandered off to the kitchen, hopefully to find a bottle of water or something else non-alcoholic. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw Vi standing in the corner talking to the guy who invited her, drink in hand- that’s right a drink, no alcohol- I took note that the drinks were being managed by someone. “Hey do you have anything without alcohol?” I asked, the drink tender flashed me a smile, “Designated driver?” I nodded, “Yeah something like that,” I smiled, looking over the array of alcohol displayed on the table. “We have bottled water, cherry pepsi, annnd, well yeah that’s the safe stuff.” he gave a soft laugh, “So what will it be, hun?” he asked, a rectangle grin spreading across his face. “Can I have cherry pepsi, please.” I gave him my best charming smile, to which he somehow smiled wider, “Of course, one cherry pepsi for the lady.” he handed me a can.  

“Hey Tae can you hand me another beer?” Someone asked, coming up from behind me, I moved to the side to get out of his way, “Sure thing, Jeon.” I looked up at him, seeing it was, in fact Jeon, the same person I had been embarrassingly gawking at upon my arrival. “Here you go, one beer.” The drink tender, Tae, said.  

“Staring isn’t polite,” Jeon said, winking and flashing me a smirk as he walked away. “You don’t stare you observe,” Vi said, coming up and draping an arm around me, “I don’t like what I’m observing so far.” I said throwing her a look, she gave me a smile and a squeeze, “Tae, was it? Hit me with a shot.” She said, “Please,” I elbowed her, “Please,” she mocked with a smile. Tae handed her a shot and she threw it back, and handed him the glass. She started to walk away, towards the living room, “Behave yourself,” I called out, she threw her hand up in a wave, acknowledging she heard me. “Ohh, you’re the designated babysitter,” Tae said, giving me a teasing smile. “Yeah, I always am,” I said, popping the tab on my soda, “Can’t you guys like, rock-paper-scissors it out?” he asked, wiping out the shot glass Vi just used. “Well I don’t drink so, there isn’t a point in arguing.” I said, taking a sip. “Ahh, I see~” he said, stacking the little glass with the others. “I’m going to go follow her around, I’ll probably be back for water soon,” I said, he gave me a half smile, raking his gaze down my figure, “Alrighty~ please do.”

I wandered back out to the living area, looking around for Vi, but I don’t see her. I groaned internally, walking further into the hoard of people.  

Great now I have to go on a goose hunt.  

I stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the hallway of doors.

There’s no way she’s that drunk yet.  

“Looking for someone?” The voice I recognized as Jeon’s asked from behind me, I turned to face him. “Yeah…my friend disappeared.” I mumbled, walking back towards the crowd, “And who is that?” he asked, following close behind. “Tight red dress, long dark hair.” “Vi?” he asked, “She’s outback,” he said, “Oh, Thanks~” I said throwing him a small smile over my shoulder, pushing my way to the outside.  

I broke through the crowd, ending up on the back porch. “Wow it’s so much cooler out here,” I whispered to myself, taking off my jacket to allow the cool air to get to my back and arms. “woohoo! take! it! off!” Vi said, coming up to pull me over to a beer pong set up. “Alright so, you’re gonna throw the balls into the cups and this nice guy is gonna drink whatever you score.” she said, gesturing to some random guy who was eyeing her up with a creepy grin. “What.” I gave her a blank look, “why?” “Because you have good aim, so you’re gonna win for me,” she said, “Win? You can’t win at beer pong.” I said, glancing at the table of cups, noticing they’re arranged in triangles, the top point of the triangles connecting with the same cup. “You do when you go against someone.” She said, grinning at me, I groaned, “What if I lose?” I asked, hoping she didn’t bet herself. “Whatever the winner wants, and it goes for you too. But the catch is you do it blindfolded, from 5 feet away, and you can’t land in your own cups.” she explained quickly, “That’s kind of complicated.” “You’ll do great,” She said, grabbing both my shoulders.


She put the blindfold on, and positioned me, and one after one handed me the pingpong balls.

After what felt like forever, which was actually only 20 some minutes, she took off my blindfold, “Do you want the good news or bad news?” She asked, cringing when I gave her a pointed look. “Bad news,” I said, glaring at her. “You lost…by one ball.” “Okay, good news?” I asked with a sigh. “The person you lost against is totally hot, so take advantage of this situation and get your groove on.” I nodded, “Great. You bet me to be fair game with some horny frat guy, which I’m here to protect you from.” I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her. “He isn’t creepy or weird! Plus it was his idea, so be mad at him,” she said, pointing to my competitor. I glanced over to see Jeon, with a smug look on his face. She lent in to whisper to me, “He’s really sexy and girls throw themselves at him all the time, but he specifically requested to play with you,” she pulled away, winking at me. “Was that your attempt at making me feel okay with this?” I asked, an amused grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, “You’re really fucking lucky I love you, Vi.” I shook my head.  

“Alright kid, let’s get this over with.” I said, giving him a grin as walked over to him. “What is it you want? 7 minutes in heaven? A dance? ” I asked, stopping in front of him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned, I couldn’t help but to feel like I was suddenly under a magnifying glass. I nervously scratched the inside of my palm. “How about we just see where the night goes,” he ducked his head to be level with me, “I know you don’t drink, but you suggested a dance, let’s start with that?” He asked, giving me an alluring look. “Okay, a dance works,” I answered. “Then, shall we?” he gestured towards the house, “Sure, I’m gonna grab a bottle of water first,” I said, starting off towards the house, giving Vi one last look.  

I stopped in front of Tae and his table of drinks, “Hey, love~” he greeted me with a smile, “Well aren’t you sweet on the ladies.” I smiled back, meeting his eyes, “What can I get you?” “What do I want or what did I come to get?” I joked, “How about both and we’ll meet in the middle.” he flashed me a grin, “Well I want four shots of vodka, but I’ll settle for water, they’re both clear, it’s a good compromise.” I gave a soft smile. “Is the party getting to be too much for you?” he asked, pulling a bottle of water out of a cooler under the table. “Yeah I got caught up in something I didn’t ask to be a part of,” I took the bottle from him, pressing it to the side of my face. “Well I am the ‘bar tender’, and bar tenders are basically therapists, want to tell me about it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with a soft smile. “Well, my friend bet me in a game of beer pong and lost,” I said, running a hand through my hair, “And now I have to play some college version of seven minutes of heaven.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet.

“It’s Jeon, isn’t it?” He asked, a grin splaying across his lips. I looked at him, “I’m guessing this happens a lot,” I said, “He’s known for pulling stupid party tricks like this, usually he picks the willing ones, the ones that throw themselves at his feet.” Tae said, leaning against the counter. “Usually? Implying it’s different this time,” I questioned, also leaning on the counter.  

Tae took a step towards me and leaned in slightly, like he was about to tell me a secret.

“Well, you’re…different.” He said, “that meaning?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in question. “You aren’t just some party slut, you’re out of your element here and from what I’ve heard from Vi you don’t fall easy prey to ‘horny frat boys’ at ‘annoying back to campus parties’ and you don’t drink- and as a result of that you don’t think there’s a reason to come to parties because you don’t get anything out of it.” he smiled, scanning my face, I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that, “I have class with her, she was telling me all morning about how she was going to have to beg to get you here, and let’s be honest, she’s kind of an over sharer, so.” he gave me a reassuring pat on the arm. “So, how do I fit into his game then?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder towards the living room- where I’m supposed to be right now. “Because you’re hot and you aren’t interested in him so it’s his goal to change that,” Tae said, also glancing at the living room. “So it’s all a game,” he laughed, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” He said, “He cheats at whatever party game he plays, the blind fold he used in the beer pong game, it’s thin enough to be see through if it’s pulled tight enough, it’s all rigged so he can’t lose,” he finished, grinning at my shocked expression. “I’m going to kick his ass,” I said, shaking my head as I laughed lightly.

I thought for a second about his ridiculousness, before I hatched a plan, “You know Tae,” I started, glancing over my shoulder again, “I’m going to play my own little game,” I said, smirking at him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m in.” I shared my plan with Tae, “I like the way you think,” He said, “Thanks, love,” I said, winking, before leaving to find Jeon.

I found him in the living room, talking to some other guys, I approached him with a smile, “Sorry I got caught up,” I said, giving a polite smile to his friend. “I was starting to think you bailed,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me against him, “I’ll catch up to you later, I have a date to dazzle,” Jeon said, pulling me away from his friend to the middle of the dancing crowd.

We danced for an hour, we danced all sorts of dirty, bumping and grinding, roaming hands. I turned around to face him, running my hands up his chest, shoulders, the back of his neck and through his hair. His hands slid from my hips down to my butt; I gave a breathy chuckle, “Someone’s handsy,” I whispered in his ear, leaning in close enough for my lips to brush against his ear. “What’s dirty dancing without a little touching?” He whispered back, trailing kissed from my ear towards my mouth, I placed a finger between our lips before they could touch. He smirked at me, pulling me closer somehow, even though we were already pressed flush together, “Don’t be a tease,” He said, pulling my hand away and kissing the back of it. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side with a smirk. “Well then that’s a party foul,” He said, smirking back. “No, you know what’s a party foul?” I asked, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath, gripping my hips tightly, “Cheating at beer pong cause you knew I’d reject you.” I chuckled, unwrapping my arms from him, and stepping away. He gawked at me for a solid minute, before he spoke, “How did you- wait, wait, wait, so wait. Does this mean that this whole hour of you dancing with me was just to get me all worked up so you leave me?” He asked, staring at me in disbelief, “How does it feel to get played for once, Jeon?” I asked, giving him a teasing smile before walking away. “How does it feel to be a bitch?” He called after me, to which I just threw my hand up in acknowledgement.  

I wandered through the house and eventually outside, looking for Vi. I noticed on my way through the house Tae was missing from the table, I frowned, wanting to share how my plan went. Once I breached the crowd and landed back on the porch I looked around, spotting Vi sitting the lap of some guy. I cringed and started off towards her, I was stopped when a figure lurch towards me from the side, grabbing my arm. I whipped my head over as I pulled my arm out of the person’s grasp, prepared to snap at whoever it was that grabbed me. Tae stood there, with his hands up defensively “Hey, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I just wanted to catch you before you stepped off of the porch.” He said, a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “No, no it’s okay you just scared the hell out of me,” I laughed, bringing a hand up to cover my face, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, “Well you’re outside so I’m guessing the plan went?” he asked, his lips turning into a sly grin. “It went,” I smiled, pleased with myself.  

“And??” He asked, “I want details, love.” he grinned at me as he ushered me to follow him to the wicker love seat on the porch, I sat and looked over to make sure I could still see Vi. “Okay so like we danced for like a whole god damn hour, and eventually he started getting touchy so I figured it was time-” I told him the run down of what happened, slowly the biggest grin stretched over his mouth and he let out a laugh, “Well aren’t you a little savage,” He smiled at me, “Sometimes,” I admitted, looking back in Vi’s direction, she was still seated on someone’s lap. “She has a class at 8am, it’s almost 2, I should take her home…” I said, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked at Vi. “I know I have that unnecessarily early class with her.” He sighed, I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, “I’ll see you around,” I looked back at Tae who was still seated, “See you around~” he smiled at me. I walked over to Vi, setting a hand on her shoulder, “Hey we should go, you have to get up early hun,” I said, she groaned at me, “Fine fine,” she waved my hand away. I looked back towards the house in time to see Jeon walk out, immediately spotting Tae and walking over to him, Tae saw him coming towards him and stood up, greeting him with a crooked grin. Vi got up, much to this guys displeasure, fixed her dress and wrapped her shawl around herself. She wobbled a bit as she walked back towards the house, I stood close behind her so I could grab her if she tumbled.

As I climbed the steps of the porch I looked over at Tae, who locked eyes with me instantly. He gave me a wink and then he slapped his hand on Jeon’s shoulder, “Jeon Jungkook got his ass handed to him by a girl,” I almost stopped in my tracks as I looked back over with wide eyes, I saw Jeon lightly push him just before I walked through the back door, stretching my arm out to grab Vi’s shawl so I wouldn’t lose her in the crowd.


When we got home I kicked off my boots with ease where as Vi struggled to not fall on her face as she tried to take hers off, once she got them off she carefully walked towards our small sofa and flopped down on it. “I saw that you spent like 90% of the party either stalking me or chatting with that drink guy,” she said, I nodded, “Well stalking you was my job, remember?” I said, arching an eyebrow at her. “I know,” she said, yawning, “He was cute wasn’t he,” she gave me a lazy smile. “I mean yeah he was nice to look at but I’d rather peel my face off than to be around him,” I said with a light chuckle. “uhm you were basically flirting with him all night?!” she said, sitting up to look at me. “Jeon?” I asked, unzipping my skirt down its side. “No no! The drink dude,” she said, flopping back down. “Oh…Tae, yeah he was sweet.” I said, smiling to myself. “Hmm Tae, Tae…Tae,” she said his name a few times, “I’ll remember for next time,” she said, pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch covering herself with it.


Two days later I’m standing in the college library, walking through the rows of books, looking for the religion section.  

I saw someone pushing a cart of books and I walked towards them.

Maybe the employee can point me towards the religion isle.  

I walked around the corner of the isle, realizing the employee pushing the cart was Tae. I grinned and walked up to the cart, purposely picking up the book he had been reaching for. “Hey you,” I smiled at him, examining the back cover of the book I had picked up, “Somehow I feel like biochemics isn’t something you’d be into.” he said, leaning his elbows on the cart, smiling at me. “It’s not,” I placed the book back on the cart, “You work here?”  I asked, he grinned, “Nah I just volunteer, why?” he tilted his head to the side, “Would you mind showing me where I would find the religion area?” I asked, he nodded, “Sure thing, right this way hun,” he smiled at me, pushing off the cart and walking off, leaving the cart in the middle of an isle. “Why religion?” he asked, glancing back at me, “I’m a religion studies major,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers along the spines of the books. “Ahh, why that major?” he asked, turning down an isle, and stopping. “I like to learn about religions, their similarities and differences and such.” I answered, running a hand through my hair.  

“Sounds pretty interesting,” he said, a smile forming on his lips, “I think it is,” I smiled as I looked at the rows of books. “Hey, just a heads up, there’s a party on Friday, Vi is going to try and talk you into going,” he said, “Well then I’ll probably end up going.” I said, looking up at him.  

“Are you going to be there?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and cocking an eyebrow, “I will be,” he said, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Are you going to be playing bar tender again?” I asked, taking the time to actually look at his face. He was cute, he had warm brown eyes and tan skin kissed by the gods themselves, he had a cute freckle on his nose, and pretty pink lips. “No, I’m just attending,” he said, “If you want to talk to someone who isn’t wasted, you can always come find me~” he said, giving me a wink as he walked off. I smiled to myself as I looked at the books for the ones I wanted.  

I might enjoy this next party, after all

A/N: The ending was rushed and I didn’t proof read. Thanks for reading~