Time For Some Dnd Heavy Theorizing About Our Beloved Eddie, The Banished

Thank you all for being so patient! I have had a serious writing block, but I ensure you that Promise part three is coming sometime next week!

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Hello! I'm wondering if you'd accept my request of tasm!Peter with a girlfriend who constantly worries and fussed over his bruises and cuts whenever he comes back from being Spiderman while peter just sits there grinning like an idiot fooling around with her?

tysm this idea is so cute and I didn’t do it justice!

You're half-dressed when Peter gets home.

“Oh, you look nice,” he says.

“The effect of that is kind of lost when you’ve got blood all over you,” you sigh, helping him out of the bedraggled suit. “Pete, is that glass?”

“So much glass,” he agrees, swivelling on his hips to show you. “Swung through a window.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he agrees with you again.

You retrieve the first aid kit from under the sink and dig until you find a pair of tweezers. You’re turned to the side holding them over the flame of a small lighter when you feel his hands on you.

“My shirt looks good on you,” he says.

“Boo. Awful. Stop touching me, I’m trying to sanitise,” you say.

His fingers press into the soft curve of your hip. You squirm out of his grip because you know if you let him touch you, let him melt you down, his side will heal with little shards of glass still inlaid while you’re distracted.

You make him lie down on a clean towel on the bed and perch over one of his legs. This is enough excitement for him to start wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Pete,” you chide, tilting your head to one side so you can get a better look at his side.

None of his cuts are bleeding anymore, and that’s the problem. You go for the little pieces first, the ones that are almost all healed, and Peter doesn’t flinch even as pinpricks of fresh blood bloom in their wake. His hands are soothing you if anything, tentative fingertips pushing over your face. You ignore him as best you can.

You wince as a bigger piece pulls free and blood rises to the surface, a crimson bead rolling over his rusty skin. You wipe at the wound with a tissue, hand shaking. Invisible to the naked eye but not his, Peter catches your trembling fingers in his and lays them flat over his abdomen.

“Relax,” he whispers in good humour.

“You’re slowing me down.”

“It’ll still be there after you give me a kiss,” he tells you.

“I’m not giving you any kisses until you're glass-free.”

“You don’t need to worry so much.”

You look at the purple yellow bruise amassed over his right shoulder, the blood streaking the skin of his abdomen and the cut at the corner of his mouth and raise your eyebrows.

He’s beaming at you.

“You look stunning right now,” he says, pulling your leg so you fall into his chest. You gasp and hold yourself off of his glass splinters.

“Peter, you’re being a total jerk.”

His hands slide up your waist, stop dangerously close to your chest. “Tell me all about it, pretty girl.”

“I’m trying, if you’d just,” he kisses you, you return without thinking and then pull away, “let me.” He catches you for a second kiss. A hand slips under your shirt. You groan against his lips in defeat and feel his own curve into a smirk.

“Got you,” he says, chuckling.

When you both survive to 1987, and your boyfriend takes you to see the hottest new rock act in town. Then feels jealous because his other half is crushing on the guitarist HARD.

‘That better be a packet of lifesavers in your pocket, Munson.’

‘I admit nothing.’

Okay Panko Shrimps,

Have you guys seen Bullet Train yet?? Do you guys want Bullet Train content?? I know it's a newer movie but I would be writing for both Tangerine and Ladybug! (Brad Pitt, hello?)

I've tried to find some content but the fandom is pretty dead on Tumblr so far WHICH SUCKS ASS BECAUSE I FEEL SUCH A NEED TO WRITE THIS like my fingers are trembling with excitement to get behind my computer and start typing this out.

How do we feel? Thoughts? Do I write this anyways?

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Update: I wrote it, here's the link:

Lady Luck

TXT Boyfriend Headcannons

Coming out to the boys as Transgender FTM

TXT X MALE READER

Warnings: Accidental misgendering, slight angst, a lot of fluff

Summary: You've finally come to terms with the fact that you were born in the wrong body. You've been wanting to tell your boyfriend that you want to transition, but you're scared of his reaction.

Yeonjun

He knew something had been bothering you for a while way before you had the balls to tell him

(literally)

You had sauntered into his bedroom later in the night, after you had gotten done practicing with work for the day and you had instantly went for cuddles

Usually this meant that something was wrong and that your mood was off, to which Yeonjun would "cuddle the sad out of you" and his comfort would be enough to wipe your worries away

But tonight, it seemed different and his cuddles deemed ineffective

"Baby, what's wrong? You've been avoiding me all day and now my cuddles aren't even enough to make you happy"

Yeonjun looks down at you and his heart breaks when he sees your eyes well up with tears

"Y-Yeonjunnie, you s-said that you'd love m-me no matter what right?"

Now he is VERY confused

"SHIT (Y/N), Are you pregnant??????"

This actually makes you laugh and you reply with "No obviously not."

Yeonjun's racing heart calms down a little

"Yeonjunnie. I think I was born in the wrong body."

Yeonjun was even more confused now, reaching out to grab your hand and saying a few words trying to comfort you, thinking it was your body dysmorphia flaring up again. Only to find out... It wasn't.

"Yeonjun. I'm a boy."

Why would you be so afraid to tell him that? He doesn't understand why you'd be so scared, did he make you feel as though you had to hide from him?

He hugs you with a tight and loving embrace

"And you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."

Soobin

You had been weird all week.

Avoiding swimming with the members after practice, watching the things you eat, hiding out in your room and wearing abnormally large hoodies

Soobin was nervous that these were the signs you were depressed

So he went to the store on his way home from vocal coaching and he picked you up some flowers and a Brisk half and half, your favorite

He dramatically walks into your room with a "Babe, Look what I have for youuuuuuu"

And to his surprise, he finds you standing in front of a mirror, your chest taped down and your hair up out of your face

"Soobs, what the hell?"

His smile falters as he takes in your tear-streaked face and he runs to hug you which makes you jump

"I'm sorry, I should've knocked. How long have you been keeping this from me?"

Soobin is really smart when it comes to these things. He's very intuitive with people's feelings and he's done lots of research regarding the LGBTQ since he recently discovered he identified in the bisexual area

Which was good for you, because Soobin took your arms and held them up to his face

"What are you doing?"

"Having my boyfriend caress my face, now it's time for our nightly movie and I want to kiss you while you drink your brisk tea I got you

You were so overwhelmed with love, that your next response was delayed

"Wait wait wait wait wait you got me brisk tea???!? The half and half?!?!?"

"That's the one"

Beomgyu

He had found out by snooping through your shared closet one day

'whats this?'

He pulls out one of your binders, hidden under a bunch of clothes on the floor

"(Y/N), what kind of bra is this?"

He asks you as a joke, but you just about had a heart attack then and there

"Give me that." You ripped it from his hands, leaving him drunk dazed and confused

"What's wrong?" He touches your shoulder and leans down to put his chin in the crevice if your collarbone as he usually does "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Beomgyu's words of kindness bring you back down from your cloud of anger and you reach out to pet his hair

"Gyu, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just- I've been keeping something from you for a while and I've been nervous for your reaction."

Beomgyu listens intently as you tell him about your gender dysphoria and how scared you've been to open up to him or any of the other members

He pulls you into a hug

"You'll always be my little squish, whether you're a girl or a guy I'd still love to make out over Applebee's"

You knew this was Beomgyu's way of showing affection so you went with it and hugged him so tight you thought your arms would fall off

"Thank you, Gyu."

Taehyun

"Darlingggggg when will you come swimming with us?"

Taehyun had asked you this same question for the past couple of weeks, but you keep putting him off, telling him that you're busy or you're not feeling well

In all actuality, it was the fact that you were inexperienced with wearing a binder in the water and you didn't want to force yourself into a bikini for the sake of your boyfriend being pleased

You have yet to come out to him about being trans, and Everytime you tried to have that conversation he had been busy or the timing wasn't right

But you were both in his car, Chase Atlantic playing softly on the stereo as Taehyun drove you to your favorite ramen shop. He promised you ramen if you were to go swimming, which you accepted with hopes you'd be able to have the conversation tonight

As you walked in, you were met with the delicious smell of egg rolls and ramune, and you found your way to a seat in the back

You had just ordered your food when you caught Taehyun staring right at you, seemingly looking through your eyes into your soul

"What're you doing?" You asked as he stared some more

"Looking at my darling, the most beautiful girl in the world."

And there it was, the source of your upcoming panic attack. Yeonjun knew about your situation so he used your correct pronouns without problem. In fact, all the boys were trying to use your new pronouns and you were surprised that Taehyun had yet to ask you what you preferred

"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom."

You got up from your chair and headed straight for the ladies room (you weren't comfortable with the men's restroom just yet) and you locked yourself in a stall to calm your panic attack

Twenty minutes go by and Taehyun gets nervous, so he goes to check on you

"(Y/N), is everything okay in there?"

Seeing no one, he walks into the bathroom to find you crying on the ground

"Darling? Darling what's wrong?"

"I-I'm not a girl..."

Sudden realization dawns on him as he realizes why the other members had acted so weird earlier when he brought you up and said how beautiful you were

"Darling, hey I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't know, I'm madly in love with you, even if I have the pleasure of calling you my boyfriend now instead of my girlfriend"

"Really? You still love me even though I'm not a girl anymore?"

"Of course." He gave you the biggest hug and ruffled your hair, feeling your heartbeat calm with his presence.

Taehyun held you as close to him as he could and whispered loud enough that you could hear; "You're the most handsome boy in the world and it's a pleasure to be with you."

Hueningkai

He knew

He saw it in the way you tried to wear all of his baggy clothes and with the way you started carrying yourself. You were always talking with Beomgyu about something, staying at his place late nights for your talks and Hyuka knew where this was headed

You were taking secret ninja classes and Beomgyu was your instructor

He was waiting for you to come up to him about it though, of course. He couldn't risk the idea of you knowing his awareness of your secret life, it wasn't the ninja way

So when you sat him down at the table to talk one night while you were eating rice, he could barely contain his excitement

"Hyuka, I have something to tell you. I understand if you won't have feelings for me anymore after this, but I have to tell you in order for me to truly open up about being myself"

At this point, he was practically bouncing

"I-I'm trans"

What did that mean? He stopped being all giddy as he lets it sink in what you told him. Trans? So you weren't a ninja?

Disappointment clearly crossed his face, and you were ready for him to tell you the bad news of 'Im sorry (Y/N)' or 'I'm straight.' Thousands of thoughts ran through your head and you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Just then-

"So you're not a ninja?"

Uhm what?

"What are you talking about Hyuka?"

"All my hoodies you stole, it was because you were trying to hide your chest and not your identity?"

You laughed so hard and for so long that you couldn't breathe and eventually Hyuka joined in

"I knew you were my boyfriend, I just thought that Beomgyu was your secret ninja instructor or something." Kai held onto your waist as he gave you a hug from behind, kissing the side of your cheek and smiling into your neck.

At this, you laughed again at Kai's misunderstanding and you kissed him back

"The first rule of being a ninja is not telling anyone your secret identity. If I were a ninja, I would have failed by now." You said, playing with his hair

"This is why I love you. Wanna watch Surf Ninjas?"

"Hell yeah"

(sorry for the random ENHYPEN reference in Beomgyu's story)

Dating Tyler Durden Would Include....

Requested by the very lovely @hyuugasmary

Part two!!

⚠️ Warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of blood I think? ⚠️

So, you've found a way to get the most wanted man in the world to be your boyfriend. Him being wanted because of how gorgeous he is, but also wanted for the crimes he's committed. This should be fun.

Tyler has the largest infatuation with you. With the way your hair falls over your eyes or how your skin glows when you're out in the sun working in the garden- that type of stuff. He swears that your eyes were more gorgeous than any bar of soap he's blown something up with, even though he most likely wouldn't admit that to anyone but himself. Again, he knows where his priorities lie, but he's one to care more for the intimacy of language.

Many would say this is Tyler's "first life" meaning that he was not an old soul. This would make him overenthusiastic about everything and someone who contains a lot of excitement. This carried over to you, of course whom he finds to be the most exciting thing of all.

When Tyler walked downstairs from his room in the Paper Street house, all eyes fell on him to see what their leader would say. With his oddly printed shirts and wacky pairs of pants, he seemed almost out of place with how grimy and cluttered the rest of the house was. However, there was also a part of him that looked too perfect in this setting. The first time he walked downstairs and heard you yelling insults at his Space Monkeys, he felt his heart beat faster with the admiration he felt towards you.

Your boyfriend is very committed to his cause, as you probably know already. He's willing to do the most ridiculous acts just to show his contribution to the chaos and that's just what he decides to. So when he was in the bathroom ready to shave all the hair off his head, you joined him instead of being surprised he was going for the change. You helped him shave his head and then you asked him to shave yours. Tyler thought it was very badass of you to do that for him and Project Mayhem and he likes to remind you of how sexy it was on the daily.

If you rub Tyler the right way by doing everything in your power to love and care for him and to keep him happy throughout his sadistic tendencies, he might just appoint you to the leader of the Demolitions Committee. If this happens, Tyler trusts you more than anyone else- including himself.

He struggles with insomnia. As the stories go, he was raised in a mental institution and doesn't sleep for weeks on end. Only a part of this is true as you know your boyfriend can go a day or two without any shut-eye. Most of the time the only way he'll truly fall asleep is when he has you in his arms or by his side; listening to your breathing and feeling your fingertips graze the soft but calloused skin on his palms. He wants to know that you're safe at all times.

Tyler doesn't usually talk about his emotions when it comes to his insecurities. Insecurities that you might leave him after finding out about everything he's done or insecurities about not being good enough for you. Mind you, Tyler's confidence is very high but he wants to make sure that your relationship is a two-way street. You do so much for him and he wants to make sure you know he'll reciprocate that. You're usually able to pry these negative thoughts out of him once you're alone together up in his room or cleaning up after a fight in the basement of Lou's Tavern.

This can lead to some minor issues between the two of you if he plays off his insecurities. It can become small arguments but everything is usually fixed after make-up sex.

Sometimes, you have a habit of picking up each other's movements and catchphrases. You tend to find yourself leaning confidently against doorframes or with your hands up above your head, holding onto a part of the ceiling. You also picked up some of his phrases such as "The things you own end up owning you," or, "After a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

He picks up your favorite sayings and even starts to smile more since that's a very you thing. Being around someone who appreciates him and his psyche means the world to him and allows him to start showing more fondness for life.

It takes you a while to get used to your new place when living with Tyler, since the water wasn't always clean or the electricity didn't always work. You usually make the best of it but sometimes it's frustrating when your hair (or what's left of it) becomes really greasy. Tyler kinda picks on you for not adapting right away but hey, you did lose a lot of versatile solutions to modern living.

Tyler enjoys date nights. He won't do anything crazy, so don't expect extravagant restaurants or shiny new jewelry. Instead, be excited over a late night drive to look at the stars or listening to records you stole. You know how he has his whole "down with capitalism" rant so usually you two stick to something that doesn't require contributing to that.

Bonus!

Exchanging glances with Tyler while he's giving his speeches on total destruction and absolute chaos. He'll even wink at you in front of the other Space Monkeys.

Trying to fix some of the pipes in the basement with him. His shirt is off and he's sweating everywhere while he duct tapes the openings closed and oh god do I need to continue?

Tyler allows you to hang up the licenses you collect from people like Raymond K. Hessel. You like to put them in the door to your bedroom in a decorative way, all of their names and faces on display.

Going on flights with Tyler to set up new clubs. He's usually the one by the window seat and you're the one flipping through the manual, drawing flames and terrified faces on the diagrams with the paint markers you keep handy.

Wearing your boyfriend's infamous red sunglasses?!

If you're a non-smoker Tyler would do his best not to smoke in front of you due to your distaste for the drug. However, if you do smoke- expect sharing cigarettes. He'll light one and walk around the house with it dangling between his lips, only for you to take a long drag from it when he's least expectant of it.

A/N: I hope this is okay! Thank you for requesting<3

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HYUNJIN CALLIN FELIX STUPID KID LMAOOOO WHAT

✧✧Wandering Eyes✧✧

MIN YOONGI X READER

A night at the frat house leaves you wanting more from the mysterious man who somehow has a way with words. From tequila shooters to shooting stars, Min Yoongi has all the knowledge... and the charm.

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, sexual innuendos, basically anything that you would see at a college frat party ⚠️

The speakers were blaring that all too familiar but never comforting music that you'd grown so used to being in and out of frat parties. Knowing the guys came with its perks; occasional free alcohol and admittance to private parties. However, this Euphoria themed event was not sitting right with you. Sure, you had dressed up with your blue lace romper and glitter under the eyes to match, but you still felt solemn inside. Unfulfilled. Taking another shooter off the counter, you hurriedly downed the taste of tequila and prepared to lose yourself in the music that you didn't listen to.

Reaching the middle of the floor, you bump into someone who had been dancing with their friends. Tall, honey-skinned, and dark hair, his look was complete with his taste of fashion. The shirt he chose to leave whichever dorm he was staying in was very mesh and very see through. His chest has been glitterfied just as everything else at the party and his eyeliner perfectly shaped his almond eyes.

"Hey," he said, voice deep and concerned, "You okay?"

However, the music was still too loud to make out anything this man before you was saying. Everything was starting to become a blur you realized as the alcohol finally hit and made its way through your system, intoxicating your body and your mind. This wasn’t your first drink of the night, that was for sure as you were trying your hardest not to pay attention to the wandering thoughts in the back of your mind. Trauma from your past had started to resurface and it felt as though the night sky fell on your chest, collapsing your lungs between the Earth and infinity. It was all too much for you to handle, a song timed just perfectly in the shower to make you remember those nights spent alone in your room and the smell of your blankets bringing back the nostalgia of it all. Being a freshman was still new and the invigorating feeling of being on your own was something you had grown to love. However, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back down the path to the way things used to be and the troubles you had. 

It wasn’t something that could fully be expressed which was the worst part. It was those little things that led to a 10:00pm breakdown, sure, but it would sound unimportant if phrased to someone as you dopped all your feelings. They would see it as nothing more than on overreaction on your part and would shame you for not being stronger in their heads even if they weren’t brave enough to say it out loud. So, the solution to everyone’s problem was for you to leave the uncomfortable dorm you resided in and do what you do best. Cope.

“I’m fine.” You slurred out, still aware of your surroundings although they had taken on a hazier feel. Your limbs started to feel heavy but you continued to lose yourself in the beat of what you assumed was The Spins by Mac Miller. Frat Boy Favorite. 

“Are you sure? You look a little tired.” The guy said, voice laced with concern. It was almost aggravating how eager he was to seem like your Prince Charming.

“I don’t want to sleep with you.” You said bluntly, as you moved away from him, taking another swig of a beer you don’t remember paying for at the bar table. You don’t even like beer. 

The lights started to change color and you assumed that meant Jungkook was messing with the remote again. A tall and somewhat lanky guy, he was one that you didn’t expect to join the frat as quickly as he did. He seemed more like the nerdy gamer type and that’s exactly what he was until he had worn a sweatshirt which read “Take Yo’ Panties Off” and the guys asked him to join the next day. His story of pledging was the funniest to you out of the rest of the guys and he was the newest recruit as well as one other whom you had yet to meet.

The other guys within the frat, Namjoon and Seokjin were the oldest. They were both seniors and had a very particular way of doing things. Namjoon was tough on the other guys as he wanted them to embrace traditional procedures and to respect one another. Seokjin was less traditional and more modern. He knew people didn’t join frats for the brotherhood, they joined to drink and he made sure that fun was always #1 priority of the guys. As one could see, they butted heads quite often but everyone had fun in the end. 

Jimin and Taehyung were Juniors. Jimin was the absolute fuckboy and he prided himself on that fact. Bright pink hair and studded jackets, he drove the girls (and the guys) absolutely wild, each one of their crushes on him somehow continuing to exist knowing they were only a one-night stand. He was seductive with his entrancing eyes and he could persuade any random person off the street into bed with him if he so desired. 

Taehyung wasn’t as crazy as his counterpart, but he was also on the fuckboy scale. Big puppy dog eyes and the sluttiest outfits a man could wear (and he wore them to class, they were not exclusive to parties) he also knew how to use his good looks to his advantage. He and Jimin would write lists for the week to see how many notches they could get under their belt and would compete against each other for the highest. It disgusted you, yes, but they were your friends. 

Hoseok was the happy drunk. The brother that was always at parties to drink and to have the best time imaginable. He was usually the one that worked the DJ and would play his favorite tunes as he stood atop one of the chairs in the corner of the room and pointed at the mob of dancing people below, trying to encourage them to sing along with him. Hobi was your favorite. Definitely. He also gave the best hugs. 

Sitting at the minibar, you toy around with your red solo cup, dragging your finger along the indentations and counting the individual dots. When you lost count, you would start from one again and would quietly scold yourself for not remembering if you were on twenty-eight or twenty-nine. You were thankful that the Euphoria party allowed for you to cry and it would be on theme and not an actual issue. The glitter tears were complimented by wandering eyes and not addressed as a problem to the people who approached you about it.

“I love your makeup.’” Great, another guy who can’t take the hint. The seat next to you filled with an average sized male in a blue button-up and platinum blonde hair. It was definitely dyed but it was a good look for him, you thought. His smile was gummy and sweet and had a summery vibe to it, like it was a smile only few people got to witness at a time and he was sharing it with you, a stranger who was unbeknownst to anything of his lifestyle. His eyes crinkled at the corners and you could see his attempt at guyliner and a little glitter; he was definitely not the experienced with makeup type. He held a Vodka Cranberry in his left hand and a phone in his right with black nails painted so perfectly you could see your reflection in them. Something about him struck you as the type of person who was actually quite interested in what it was you had to say, and not someone who was desperate to get laid this October evening. 

“Thanks, I’m glad I could show off my skills with the same makeup everyone else is wearing.” You said sarcastically, hoping he was the joking type so this upcoming conversation wouldn’t be too painful to have. 

“It definitely looks better on you than it does on me, I think.” He said, asking one of the guys for another beer. Namjoon was on bar duty tonight and he gave you a knowing glance as if to say, “I know this guy is your type, but if something happens let me know.” 

“Nonsense. I like it.” You said, sending Namjoon the “I’m okay” eyes. 

After a couple of moments, it seemed as though your compliment would be the end of the conversation. Blondie had his drink and the music started playing another upbeat tune from Hobi’s interesting collection of songs. The bass could be felt through the floorboards as you stood up to go to dance again. But, as you were about to head out, you were tapped on the shoulder by the boy from before who was now standing up and motioning towards the speakers. 

“My name is Yoongi, by the way. I would love to dance with you if that’s okay?” He phrased it as a question so as not to make you feel cornered into a decision you didn’t want to make. This one was definitely a keeper. 

“(Y/N). Try to keep up.” 

The lights then changed to red and the song’s pace quickened. The dance floor became rabid with Hobi’s choice of playlist and as the tempo became faster, the drinks were downed in the same manner. You were feeling really good now as you let the blackness swallow you whole and allow you to feel free. No worries. No assignments. No drama. Nothing. 

Nothing but you and Yoongi. 

It was almost astonishing how terrible he was at dancing. You weren’t too great yourself, but you were able to sway to some rhythm whereas Yoongi looked like a baby deer caught in the headlights. He gave it his all though and that’s what counted in your mind. Besides, it was kinda cute. 

Your eyes flitted to every area of the room, making sure you were aware of your surroundings in case this conversation went south. Jimin was body rolling next to the same guy who you’d talk to earlier and you figured it would be the better choice for him since you weren’t really interested in one-night stands. Hobi was still dancing and upon noticing your gaze starts to point at you and drunkenly mouth the lyrics to Midnight City by M83. He sent you a smile and crouched down to the table below him, reaching for the infamous Pickle Borg (a pickle jar filled with vodka). Jungkook was over by the beer pong table playing flipcup and trying not to let his bucket hat fall off while he took shot after shot with Seokjin. Namjoon was still at the bar watching over everything but side eyeing the drinks he wasn’t allowed to have being the bartender. Taehyung was probably in the smoke room. 

Just then, Jungkook walked over to the two of you in his drunken state with that stupidly overpriced pink sweatshirt with the panties saying. He had spilled beer all down the front of it and his shoes were sticky with the residue of whatever concoction he had out of the funnel the guys bring out for the newcomers. Seokjin was bringing out said funnel once more which conveniently was a traffic cone they stole off the side of the street. Grimacing, you wondered what the inside of it looked like considering the boys hardly ever cleaned the Frat House. 

Jungkook put his arm around Yoongi and laughed as he stumbled towards the wall, leaning on the platinum-haired boy for support. “You drinking from the funnel, man?” He asked.

“Jungkook,” you said, curious as to why he would offer since you both know the rules, “that’s exclusive to frat members?”

“It is,” Seokjin piped in with the funnel in hand and a bottle of Cracken stuffed in his back jeans pocket, “Yoongi is one of the new recruits.”

And then it hit you as to why he was so nice. Why he hadn’t tried to make a move on you when you were in front of Namjoon. He was friends with the guys. Or would be, anyways.

“Oh.” Was all you said before the funnel was placed above Yoongi’s head while he crouched down to his knees to make it easier for Seokjin to hold it. Jungkook was tasked with pouring since he was too drunk to hold anything and he took the Cracken out from his friend’s back pocket and unscrewed the top off, taking a swig himself before he poured it. He held the side of it with his pinky finger and balanced the glass on his arm as he drank the proper way before he took the rest of it and dumped in into the cone.

Yoongi’s mouth wrapped around the bottom part of the funnel as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down with every swig he took. Even while drinking he looked beautiful and you didn’t know if you thought that because you had a genuine interest in the guy or if it was because you hung out at the frat every night. He didn’t spill a drop as the funnel slowly emptied and before any time had passed, he was up in the air back on his feet with arms outstretched in victory, Jungkook hugging him at his side and laughing with him.

Yoongi stumbled a bit over to you as he leaned and whispered in your ear; alcohol coating his breath and making his words sound sickly sweet. 

“That skill of mine carries over to the bedroom, you know.”

Your knees felt weak as you took in the weight of his words. He winked before turning back to Jungkook who was offering him another shooter. You told yourself that the kind of forgetting you needed to do tonight would be fixed by the alcohol and nothing more; you would not allow yourself to sleep with any guy no matter how drunk you were. But he was really pretty. And he did insinuate romantic attraction first. 

You were eighteen. Who gives a shit anyways?

“Prove it.” You said as you watched him smile, grabbing his wrist and leading him up the dark stairs towards an unoccupied bedroom. 

Heyo!!!

Just wanted to hop on here real quick to say thank you to all of you who have been supporting my writing! It means the world to me especially since I'm so inexperienced. There are so many lovely creators on this app that I aspire to write similarly to! It's crazy to me how I started reading fanfiction back in 2014 and have now gathered the confidence to write my own, post it online and get all this amazing feedback!

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