A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.
You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.
How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?
“Excuse me, Miss?”
You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.
“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”
“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?
“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”
“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.
“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”
“Alright, thank you.”
You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.
It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.
“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.
“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”
“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.
“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”
You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.
“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”
“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!” “What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.
“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.
After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.
“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.
“Do you think cars have feelings?”
“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”
“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”
He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.
“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”
Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.
“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”
“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”
You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.
“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.
“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”
“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”
“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”
“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”
You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.
“Wait, no!” Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.
“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”
He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.
How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.
You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.
Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.
“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”
You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.
“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.
“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.
“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”
You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.
“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.
With shaking hands, you grasped the shot glass being handed
to you by your loving boyfriend. Neither of you drank around the other and you
were conscious not to ever end up in this situation but they were celebrating
another amazing album of theirs and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him by ruining the mood.
Mistake number one, you should have just said no. Instead, two seconds later
you felt the warm drink already sliding down your throat with a heap of regret.
You flash him a smile.
“I’m so proud of you, babe.”
Yoongi takes down his own drink before giving you a peck on
“It’s not just me. It was all of us…but I’m not saying you
don’t have to reward me.” He says with a smirk and a laugh.
“Oh really? What would you like a reward? You better make it
a good one. There isn’t always a chance for when I’m the one owing you.”
Your tease was met with a new full glass of what you had
thought tasted of cheap vodka. It was weird this was ever offered since the
boys never really enjoyed hard liquor. Maybe fate was just trying to be a pain
in the ass again and ruin the streak you had going for yourself.
“Hmm…how about you come by my studio tomorrow morning? I can
make my demands then if you come to see me.”
You titled your head.
He shrugged, enjoying your interest. “Guess you’ll have to
come to find out.”
You took the bottle of alcohol for yourself, starting to pour your own glasses.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You smiled.
As the night progressed you felt yourself being effected by
the drinks you had downed but you tried to control the impulse to keep drinking
ahead of everyone. Finally it seemed like the end of the party and the other
members and company employees started to clear out. Yoongi walked with you down
to the street, waiting for you to get into the cab.
“Should I just ride home with you?” He offered.
You shook your head, refusing.
“I’m fineee, babe. I’ll see you in the morning, remember?
Yoongi sighed and leaned into the cab.
“Please make sure she’s safe. I think she drank too much.”
When he turned to you, he gave you a kiss goodnight and shut
the door to the cab, watching it drive off. It’s not like he had to worry all
the time about you but something was off about you and he could tell. You
seemed nervous around him and he couldn’t place it. He just hoped everything
would be fine tomorrow. As the cab driver started your ride he asked where you
needed to go and instead of heading home your mind was too set on what you had
already started before. You asked the man to take you to one of the bars
downtown, that way there was no way Yoongi was going to find out. That was
mistake number two.
You handed the nice driver the money Yoongi had given you
for the ride and stumbled out of the taxi, almost falling onto the pavement. A
man’s hand had caught your arm and you felt him helping you stand up.
“Careful these sidewalks are kinda tricky.” He joked.
You were too focused on the goal of getting more drinks you
didn’t even look up at the guy, pulling your arm away.
“Yeah, whatever…” You groaned, walking off to the bar in
The man wasn’t giving up, following behind you. If you weren’t
already tipsy then you would have more worried considering the side of town you
were on and it being already 1 a.m.. Persistent guys were also not what you
needed when you were already intoxicated.
“Hey, come on. I was just helping you out. You could buy me
a drink for a thank you?”
You stopped, turning back to face him.
“Thanks but no thanks.”
He took a step closer, putting his arms on your hips. You
tried to push him back but to no avail you just stood there, looking up at him.
“You should be grateful and quit acting like a bitch. A girl dressed the way you are isn’t down here all alone to stay alone.”
“Get off of me!” You yelled, causing a scene.
When you closed your eyes you heard a small grunt and felt
the man’s hands slip off of you. You heard the skin on skin contact and opened
your eyes to see a very pissed Namjoon. The man who just had his hands all over
you was the same man that was now laying on the concrete in pain. You wished you
could have just run off in that moment but Namjoon grabbed your wrist.
“What the hell are you doing out here, Y/N?”
You frowned despite being happy to see him.
“Nothing…I’m a grown adult. I can be out here if I want to..”
“You say that like I didn’t just save your ass from some
“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself.”
Namjoon laughed out of frustration. “Are you kidding me? Let me just take you home-“
You whined, leaning on him.
“But I want a drink…..” You brought one of your fingers to
“You can’t tell Yoongi though~ He’s so protective.”
Namjoon sighed, not planning on having to deal with this.
“You drank enough at the party. I’m taking you home.”
You squirmed in his grasp but still dragged your feet along with him as you both headed to his car.
“Joooonniieeee I want more~!”
He sat you down in the passenger seat, putting the seat belt on for you seeing as though you weren’t going to do it yourself.
“God, Yoongi’s gonna be pissed about this.”
Your eyes widened and you pushed your finger up to his mouth clumsily.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhh. You can’t tell him!”
Namjoon gave you one of his famous glares and pushed your arm back int he car as he shut your door. He came back around and sat down next to you, driving you back to their dormitory since you couldn’t be trusted alone. The drive was mostly quiet besides your drunk rambling that came at random. You had your head leaned against the glass, watching the streetlights pass by in the window.
“You know…I kinda have a problem, Joonie? Once it starts I can’t stop.” You said in a oddly happy tone. Probably just the alcohol speaking for you once more. Namjoon checked on you with a glance but kept his eyes on the road.
“I’m an a.l.k.o.h.o.l.i.c.k.~”
“One, that’s not how it spelled. Two, If that was true we’d know about it. Yoongi would have never let you drink in the first place.”
You shrugged, giggling. “People hide things. You should know that by now. Do the other members know you cheated on your girlfriend? Nah, they love her too. If they found out then they wouldn’t even be speaking to you.”
“How did you-”
“I saw you in one of the waiting rooms when I was looking for Yoongi.”
Namjoon clenched his nails into the steering wheel but knew you didn’t mean the things you were muttering out of your drunk mouth. Why did he do to deserve being stuck with this?
“I didn’t tell anyone even though I thought I was gonna go crazy holding it in.” Suddenly, your expression had changed and you started to look more sad.
“What, are you blaming me for you downing alcohol? Y/N if you have a problem then it was already there. I didn’t start it.”
“I knoowwwwwww. Stop getting so touchy…I’m just saying I was starting to get clean before that. I almost did it. Why am I so pathetic, huh?”
He stayed quiet, knowing you’d break out in tears any second now.
“We can talk to the others and help you out. You shouldn’t have been going through this alone in the first place. Y/N we care about you-”
As he turned his head he found you passed out on the seat. It was going to be a long night for him and a long talk for him and your boyfriend. Getting home was a lot calmer when you were sleeping but he had to carry you inside, setting you down on the couch. Yoongi flipped the light on in the hallway.
“I know you had to go meet some of the company guys downtown but you were out for forever. Look, I need you to help me Y/N hasn’t answered me back and-”
He walked over to see your passed out body on their living room couch.
“Why is she here?” he asked.
Namjoon exhaled, already exhausted.
“I found her drunk downtown. Yoongi she has a problem. She told me on the way here that she’s an alcoholic and she was trying to get clean. My guess is she was probably down there trying to hit her limit for the night.”
Yoongi give the younger one a confused look, not knowing what to say. First came self-blaming, second was trying to rationalize it, and third was coming to terms with just wanting to help you.
“You can go ahead to bed. I’ll watch her..” He said quietly, still in shock.
Namjoon gave a nod before heading off to his own room, trying to forget this whole thing. Yoongi sat down on the floor next to the couch, holding your hand.
“If I would have known I wouldn’t have-…..If you just would have told me-…..Fuck. Why can’t you just tell me when you’re in trouble like this?”
He knew he wouldn’t get a reply in your drunken state but he had so much to ask as he looked down at your tired face. Why didn’t he notice before when he saw the amount of liquor in your cabinets or why you insisted on being fine after having all of those hangovers. Blaming himself would get him nowhere so he planned to wait it out until the morning, staying by your side the entire night. When you woke up in the morning you sat up instantly when you noticed being at the boy’s dorm, waking up Yoongi from his sleep.
❛ WAS SHE COLD ? probably. the wind blew, moving loose strands of her hair against her face in a ticklish manner. sunmi could be home – she should be home, buried behind a pile of due readings that she was far behind. but the drink in her had was far more enjoyable and pleasant, the idle laughter, the people surrounding her. she sat, legs crossed, a soft smile plastered on her face the moment someone sat beside her. “ don’t get me wet. ” she spoke, whipping droplets of water from her leg.
SO. ABOUT THAT KENSHIN REVIVAL (I am SO EXCITE OKAY??? HOLY SHHHHHHHHHHHH. ENISHI! SOUJIRO! AOSHI!!! MY FAVE BADDIES !!!(obv not Aoshi but)
I enjoyed doing this fanart bc I get to do an “old” photo spin on it. So a few studios back in the day do “colour” photos, that is they either take a very experimental camera and took pictures with it or they paint a black and white photo. Either way I’m sure the Kenshin gumi has done enough favours to get a freebie.
Hi!! Love your blog! Could I request Iwaizumi and Oikawa urging their lazy s/o to study for their exams? Like they make a speech on how important it is to study. And then a happy ending
~THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE~
“Y/N, you’re taking a nap instead of studying for an exam that counts 60% of your grade?!”
He sits down beside you on your bed, folding his hands together and taking a deep breath.
He’s still in his practice outfit. He’s covered in sweat, and his hair is getting more fuzzy than spikey.
“I know sleep is way much better than wanting to do anything… besides you, sleep is all I’ve been wanting these past few months, but I’ve kept going. Y/N, I want to see you do well, succeed, and find something that makes you happy in life, and getting good grades is a necessity for this to happen. I don’t want you to regret something you could have changed. Mistakes happen and so do bad grades, but you have absolute control over this exam- whether you pass or fail. It may seem like a lot to prepare for, and the stress is unbelievable, but it will all be worth it once you get that passing grade. Just take in the notes slowly, understand them, and take hold of the situation. This only comes once in life, and it is up to you to make the better choice for yourself.”
By the end of his speech, Iwaizumi had a proud face on, hoping that he inspired you. He looked over to see you admiring him, and he quickly looked away.
“Thank you, Iwa-chan, for the motivation to study,” you said as you plopped your head back down on the pillow.
“Ugh, Y/N,” he whined as he tried to shake you awake.
“I guess five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.”
It was an hour into the movie, and Oikawa was freaking out.
“Y/N! It’s already 12, and you haven’t studied for the exam you’re taking at 7:30 tomorrow?! We need to stop the movie marathon,” he exclaimed with a dramatic sad face at the end.
You lightly tackled Oikawa onto the floor when he threatened to turn the TV off. When you didn’t agree to study, Oikawa set you on the couch, and he sat directly across from you in a mature manner.
“Studying is like… hmm… the stars.”
“Oikawa, I don’t think stud-”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhh,” he spat as he put a finger over your mouth.
“Studying is like the stars. From afar, stars look insignificant (just like studying seems insignificant). To our view, they’re just little beams of light, light years away, making our night sky beautifully glow… but if you were to ‘experience’ a star, it’s complicated. There’s so much to it, so much information and understanding involved. There are different sizes, types, colors, parts and gases to a star, temperatures, you get the point. And all of this is like knowledge. Knowledge is important, just like a star, there’s so much to experience through having knowledge. Stars give us warmth, and knowledge gives us a different type of warmth, but we wouldn’t get this warmth without studying. Studying is important if you want to learn, if you want knowledge… if you want to be a star… and if you want to be a star, you must reach for them. So Y/N, please study.”
You were awed at his interesting comparison of stars and studying, but it was pretty good to hear a speech like that from him. You ruffled his hair as a good job.