#and i wanna know how i made the eyes glow thats neat

[cupids-cringe]

OK SO BEFORE I SHOW THE ALTERNATE DESIGNS FOR THE HLVRV HEADCANONS I WANNA SHOW OFF THIS IDEA I DEFINITELY STOLE FROM MERKLINS AND THAT WAS THAT SINCE OUT OF THE GAME PLAYER HAS NO INVENTORY ON HIM AND WOULD LIKELY HAVE A BAG TO STORE HIS TRINKETS

AND

YES!!!

YES HE WOULD!

i gave him a satchel with little wing decals that he stores all his cool trinkets and the occasional bird that sneaks in to hide all cozy and his crowbar- before he eventually gets told he can't take a WEAPON everywhere with him in the real world- thankfully theres no xen aliens here so not much reason for one anyway

AND WITH THAT OUT THE WAY, ONTO THE WAVE 1.5 OF MY HLVRV HEADCANONS

to start i have alternate designs for Player, Kittle Freeman and Loverboy which are edits of their drawings in the previous post and then i have Neo and Spork

i'm currently working on something else but i would LOVE to do characters like Darnold, Benry, Sleepless,,etc because accidental multiverse hoppers have a lot of family and of course the episode 2 Gordons

(notes and Neo & Sporks below)

Player

- literally just the HEV suit, used this as a base for Kittles design

Kittle

- made his hair a bit messier and more spiked in comparison to Players original hair

- a bit of blood and stuff splattered on him from how Kittle is definitely one of those players who would go killing random things hes spawned in after hes done and/or ‘got home from work and is going to take his frustrations out killing random ai and blowing stuff up’ without consequences (until yknow  the ais sentient   and theres consequences)

and also due to godmode would just go through the maps not taking any damage when he was shot at or activated a planned sequence but still getting splattered with blood

- the circuits on his eyes are also further down his body and suit and would spread faster and cover more when he gets angry or overwhelmed (for a while now i’ve liked to think the circuits can react to his emotions so something really strong like anger would make the circuits freak out and branch out more) 

Freeman

- based on his suit in In Your Dreams!! he matches with his family now!!

- the spiralling pattern on his cane is squid tentacle inspired and the paint glows in the dark cos i thought that was neat

- grey hairs,, unlike Doc its, unfortunately, stressed induced rather than a side effect of green goop

Loverboy

- so. many. PINS. this is still just a HANDFUL of his collection!

- his hairs filled with a lot more heart shaped curls and he often ties it in a lower ponytail or wears down, sometimes he puts hairclips and little decorations in it to match his pins!

- i think the several hundred hearts do a good job explaining themselves-

-and of course like B he has his name written on his earrings

NEW ADDITIONS: NEO AND SPORK!!!

Neo

- sort of mashed together 2 different refs i had of them and took the bone pattern from the trousers of the 2nd and instead turned it into a patch he stitched on, along with a clown patterned patch (this is specifically the clowngender xenogender flag)

- decided to make their hair a bit less spikey and more flowy ?

- pronoun badge!

- the shoes are based on his 1st design, the trousers are a little more blue just to try and break up all the dark greys and make the nails and shirt seem less out of place, kept the classic playstation hoodie

- his nails actually match with Swaps!

Spork

- i gave them earrings now- The one shown on the right (left??) ear is a pin and i did draw the other but it didn't look right as Sporks hair actually covers their ears so i drew over it

(and it was a lightbulb like on their hlvrv sprites)

- added a few more buttons to the cuffs of their shirt also

- i gave them a pocket with a notebook that they use for random notices, ideas and as a schedule diary

- (usually) safety pins worn are a way for the wearer to let people know they're a safe person for people who are often discriminated against or afraid, its a way to show you are safe, a symbol of solidarity and thats why i gave Spork one

[cheswirls]

redraw!! 2014 > 2018

[fenth-eiria]

Incorrect quotes : Sifan family edition

Fenth: I am in charge of this disaster!

Eiria: I have a name, you know.

Eiria: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Fenth: It's Fenth.

Eiria: What did they do this time?

Fenth: No, it's me, Eiria. It's actually me.

Eiria: What did you do this time?

The Librarian: You disgust me.

Elder Cadia : *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia , we tried things your way.

Elder Cadia : No, we didn't.

The Librarian: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Elder Cadia : Damn, the power went out.

The Librarian: Don’t worry, I got this.

The Librarian: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Elder Cadia : What-?

The Librarian: I swallowed a glow stick!

Elder Cadia , on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

The Librarian: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Elder Cadia : How so?

The Librarian: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

The Librarian: I’m quick at math.

Elder Cadia : Ok, what’s 38 times 76?

The Librarian: 24.

Elder Cadia : That wasn’t even close.

The Librarian: But it was quick.

Elder Cadia : I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

The Librarian: Mine just says "The Librarian no."

Elder Cadia : I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

The Librarian: Can you keep a secret?

Elder Cadia : Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

Eiria: I could kill you if I wanted.

Onica: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Onica: What? I'm not aggressive!

Eiria: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Onica: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

Kidnapper: We have your child

Eiria: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Eiria: Oh god, you have my sister..

Eiria: You remind me of the ocean.

Onica: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Eiria: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

Elder Cadia: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Fenth: Which one? I can't do both.

Fenth: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Elder Cadia : Those are wanted posters!

Fenth: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Elder Cadia , sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Fenth: You want some leftovers?

Dot: What are those?

Fenth: You've never had leftovers before?

Dot: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

Dot: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Fenth: What did you do?!

Dot: NOBODY DIED!

Fenth: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Dot: I can never give Fenth shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Dot: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

Dot: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Fenth: , what did you think a tiger shark was?

Eiria: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Fenth: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Eiria: Yes.

Fenth: I'd sleep.

Eiria: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Fenth: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Eiria: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Fenth: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Eiria: But you’re always acting stupid?

Fenth: ...

Fenth: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

The Librarian: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Elder Cadia : Marry me.

The Librarian: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Elder Cadia : Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Elder Cadia : Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing.

The Librarian: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Elder Cadia : Fuck you.

The Librarian: No u.

Elder Cadia : I'm down.

The Librarian: You're like 2, what the fuck-

Elder Cadia : I AM NOT 2!

The Librarian: Is something burning?

Elder Cadia , leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia , the toaster is literally on fire.

The Librarian: Are you sure Elder Cadia 's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

Elder Cadia : This date is boring!

The Librarian: This isnt a date. I said I was going to the store.

Elder Cadia : Then why did you invite me?

The Librarian: I didnt, I specifically said "dont come with me" then you said " fuck you The Librarian I'll do whatever I want!

Elder Cadia : Go fuck yourself.

The Librarian, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Elder Cadia : Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

The Librarian: Aww-

Elder Cadia : With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

The Librarian: Bro, I had a dream we fucked.

Elder Cadia : Bro, relax it was just a dream.

The Librarian: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you.

Elder Cadia : You wouldn’t?

The Librarian: I mean, unless you want to-

Elder Cadia : Are you ready to commit?

The Librarian: Like, a crime or a relationship?

The Librarian: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Elder Cadia : ...Have you never taken a shower before?

The Librarian: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Elder Cadia : I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

The Librarian: But you’re always acting stupid?

Elder Cadia : ...

Elder Cadia : Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

The Librarian: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Elder Cadia : I wrote you a poem.

The Librarian, already crying: You did?

The Librarian: Are we fighting or flirting?

Elder Cadia : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

The Librarian: Your point?

Elder Cadia : Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

The Librarian: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Elder Cadia : No, like, U R A Q T.

The Librarian: Awwww!

The Librarian: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Elder Cadia : Aren't you forgetting something?

The Librarian: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Elder Cadia 's forehead before running out.*

Elder Cadia : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

The Librarian: Relationships should be 50/50. Elder Cadia cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Elder Cadia : I like your new pants!

The Librarian: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Elder Cadia : I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

The Librarian: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Elder Cadia : Thats’s… not what I meant.

The Librarian: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Elder Cadia .

Elder Cadia : Know why I called you in here?

The Librarian: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Elder Cadia : *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Elder Cadia : I’m in love with you.

The Librarian: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Elder Cadia : I know.

The Librarian: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

The Librarian: We have a problem.

Elder Cadia : No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Elder Cadia : Did it hurt when you fell-

The Librarian: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Elder Cadia : No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

The Librarian: ...

Elder Cadia : You just laid there for 15 minutes.

The Librarian: *angrily presses Elder Cadia against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Elder Cadia : ...

Elder Cadia : Are we about to kiss-

Elder Cadia : Look, last night was a mistake.

The Librarian: A sexy mistake.

Elder Cadia : No, just a regular mistake.

Elder Cadia : I love you.

The Librarian, not paying attention: What was that?

Elder Cadia : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Elder Cadia : I love you.

The Librarian, not paying attention: What was that?

Elder Cadia : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

The Librarian: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Elder Cadia : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

The Librarian: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Elder Cadia : Is it working?

Elder Cadia : Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

The Librarian: Okay.

Elder Cadia : And make out during the scary parts.

The Librarian: Th-

The Librarian: The scary parts.

The Librarian: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

The Librarian: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Elder Cadia : Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

The Librarian: Yes.

Elder Cadia : I'd sleep.

*The Librarian and Elder Cadia are in Paris.*

The Librarian: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Elder Cadia : But...

The Librarian: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Elder Cadia : This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

The Librarian: Yeah.

Elder Cadia : But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

The Librarian: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Elder Cadia : Okay, alright.

The Librarian: Wow, Elder Cadia , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Elder Cadia : We literally slept together yesterday.

The Librarian: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Elder Cadia : Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

The Librarian: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

[sweetersuga]

Coquette | 3

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: mentions of violence, underage drinking, detailed description of drug usage, somewhat smut

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

word count: 4,772

Your heart skipped a beat once your eyes laid upon his sweaty figure, hair disheveled, clinging to his forehead and his white wife-beater shaded a deep grey due to sweat from his armpits. He panted heavily and his arms, neck, and tip of his nose glistened in the sunlight, giving off a glowing aura that suit him perfectly. You were nearly about to whip out the “Hey Jimin! What are you doing here?” line until you remembered: He was your next door neighbor.

Either way, you still greeted him. “Hey Jimin. What’s up?”

He looked you up and down before digging in his pocket, pausing his music. “Hey y/n..” his chest heaved up and down as he attempted to catch his breath. “Ah, just went for a jog. You?”

“Was over at Taehyung’s,” you shrugged truthfully. He tensed up before slowly nodding. “I guess I’ll get going home then-”

“Wait! Are you going to Hoseok’s party?” you cut him off eagerly. He looked taken aback as he nodded at your question, leaving you with a growing grin on your face.

“When was it again? Next Thursday?”

“Yeah. His parents are heading outta town apparently 'til Sunday. Anyways, I gotta go. See you later I guess?” he frowned, walking straight past you until he reached his front lawn and entered his house, slamming the door closed. You watched him blankly until his figure disappeared and let out a sigh as you headed towards your own lawn, walking up the short steps before entering your home. You greeted your parents curtly before heading upstairs to your room.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was already 8pm and you felt quite worn out all thanks to Taehyung, and you were about to jump onto your bed and pass out, when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

You rolled over and groaned as you pulled it out and unlocked it. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion due to the fact that a blocked number had texted you.

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: you seriously fucked taehyung didnt you?? how pathetic

You reread the message over and over in your head, shifting your position so you were now sitting up.

You @ 8:24PM: who is this?

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: lol, im sure you can take a guess who y/n

You rolled your eyes.

You @ 8:25PM: jungkook then huh. how the hell are you texting me? i blocked you

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:25PM: that doesnt matter. just fuck off will you? youre fucking lucky youre a girl or else i wouldve beaten your ass by now

You @ 8:25PM: as if you would. also, dont act like im the only one who initiated it! tae was just as into it as i was, if not then more :)

After you sent that text, you didn’t get a reply. You snickered to yourself and tossed your phone back down onto your bed, heading towards the bathroom to take a hot shower. You twisted the nob before pulling the handle out on the hot water setting, sighing in relief once the shower head began spraying, some droplets of water hitting your clothed shoulder. You took a pair of pajamas out from the closet in your room and rid your body of the dirty clothes you wore out.

You were about 5 minutes into your shower when your mother knocked on the door before opening it.

“You got a text, y/n. I was just in your room to lay out your laundry,” she placed your phone on the sink counter, exiting the bathroom. You stepped out with a sigh while patting your feet of excess water against the rug, prior to grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your hand flung up to cover your mouth as your eyes laid upon the image Jungkook had sent you.

It was Taehyung. Except, his normally beautiful side profile was littered in cuts and bruises. Blood trailed down his busted lip in a thin line, on the bridge of his nose there was a visible slit that looked like it had been obviously wiped away at, as there had been dried, dark brown blood crusted around it, and underneath his eye looked swollen and almost shut closed - you knew it would form a bruise later.

The thing is, in the picture, he was casually sitting down on a textured brown cotton couch - the same one you remembered you gave Jungkook a handjob on - with his arms leaning behind the couch, and it even looked as if he was smiling while most likely staring off into a TV, as some sort of light source lit up his usually tanned skin.

You tore your eyes away from the picture shortly after, deleting it from the messages so you wouldn’t gaze upon it again. Did Jungkook do that himself? How fucking angry could he have managed to get from knowing you had sex with Taehyung?

Instead of replying to Jungkook’s vile photo, you texted Taehyung instead.

You @ 8:33PM: tae! what did jungkook do to you??

You had gotten a reply almost immediately.

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:33PM: Jimin snaked on you to him about us

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: Kook got pissed but it’s all good now. Why?

You let out a scoff in disbelief and quickly typed out a message in response so you could hurry with your shower.

You @ 8:34PM: because he just sent me a pic of what happened and i was worried is all. but dont you think thats .. idk fucked up?

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: I’m not the only one who got fucked up 😂  But he’s just mad about us so he needs to deal w it you know

'Us’? Did Taehyung think he and you were exclusive now? Your eyebrow quirked and you let out a short snicker, setting your phone back down on the counter so you could hurry and finish washing off, leaving Taehyung on read.

After you got out, you simply agreed with him and told him you were heading to bed as an attempt to quickly cut off the conversation. You couldn’t help but think that Taehyung was starting to develop a crush on you. I mean - you HAD been the one to take his virginity away, and smoothly at that.

And you were right. As soon as you left, all he could think about was you. The thing is, Taehyung knew about you already and he knew you messed with Jungkook, his friend; but he couldn’t help but see the good in you. He thought that maybe, he could be the one to change you if you bonded enough because you already shared the same interests. Oh, the poor boy.

That doesn’t mean Jungkook didn’t warn him either. ‘She’ll use you, all she’s good for is sleeping around!’ he hissed. ‘Whatever, I don’t care. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

And Jungkook told the rest of his friends, too. But the difference when it came to boys and girls was that boys never cared, since they obviously weren’t the ones who would get hurt - right?

Once Monday came, you trudged through the school corridors in boredom, gently flicking the hair that fell out of your neat ponytail from your face.

Heads all shot towards your direction, but you ignored them as you already knew what they were probably wondering. ‘Where’s Yugyeom, y/n?’ you inwardly mocked them bitterly at the thought. You already knew where he was, though; you saw him right before you entered the school building, feeling up a girl you knew as Irene against the stairs’ railing in front of the entrance doors. You couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, pretty much forgetting how you slept with Taehyung as the image of a naked Yugyeom raided your mind.

You were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn’t even notice you bumped straight into Taehyung’s firm back.

“Oh, sorr-” you started, pausing once he turned around and made eye contact with you. Great, just what you needed.

He was standing with his friends, two of them who you recognized as Hoseok and, surprise surprise, Jimin himself. The others you had seen before but didn’t know their names. He wore a band aid over his nose bridge and his eye looked slightly less swollen, but there was still a bit of crusted, dry blood that built up in the slit on his bottom lip where you assumed Jungkook struck him.

“Oh, hey y/n,” he smiled warmly. You could feel Jimin’s eyes burning holes in your face as he stared at you and Taehyung, most likely waiting for you to fuck up over your words.

With all your might, you managed to pull a bright smile while staring up at him bashfully and pulled him in for a hug. His grip on your smaller figure tightened the longer you held him, and you peaked a glance at Jimin, whose glare still pierced through your soul. You gave him a small smirk and a wink, quickly before pulling away from Taehyung’s warm chest. You pretended as if you hadn’t just been eyeing up Jimin’s aggressive frame as you made small talk with Taehyung instead.

“How are you? Aish, Jungkook really did a number on your face..” you murmured quietly as you stroked his cheek. “It’s a shame, but I’d be lying if I said you still didn’t look as hot as ever.”

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, shoulders heaving gently as a chuckle erupted from his chest. “He’s got it worse than I did. Fucker shouldn’t have started it,” he pouted.

“Yah-!” Jimin snapped, causing Taehyung to avert his attention to the boy who obviously wanted nothing but to get away from your presence. “Class starts in a few minutes. Let’s go, I’m not gonna be late again,” his eyes rolled.

“Ah- go on then,” Taehyung swatted him away. “Y/n, wanna catch up or something at lunch?”

Jimin just scoffed before he and the rest of his friends headed off towards their separate classes, Hoseok following after him casually.

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder for a moment, grabbing your chin. “Yes!”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes squinted upwards for a moment before he nodded. “Alright then! I’ll see you later,” he exhaled before leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek. He saluted you playfully as he walked backwards, heading off towards his classes.

You and Taehyung sat at the table you normally sat at. He hadn’t even bothered passing his usual table where the rest of his friends were.

He also had asked you the question you were basically dreading the most: ‘What are we?’

Oh, how you’ve heard that one far too many times for your liking.

But, it was at that moment that you knew this could go either two ways. So you chose the option that sounded more pleasing to you.

“What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know, y/n.. I really like you; I don’t wanna sound controlling, but if you just plan on fucking around then I don’t think we can do this anymore you know?”

You set your water bottle down, leaning your elbows against the table. Looking him straight in his feline-like hooded eyes that almost seemed to mask his entire face from any emotion; you lied.

“Then I won’t.”

For the next few days, you and Taehyung hung out publicly, causing a suspicion to raise within the “community” of your fellow schoolmates. Jungkook, surprisingly, hadn’t uttered a single word to you since the night he texted you, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or in denial. Jimin had also laid off of you (although he was never really on, considering he just passed on what you willingly informed him to Jungkook) but that never stopped the dirty stares you’d get from him in the halls.

Then came Thursday, the night of Hoseok’s party.

You were dressed casually in a mid thigh length black skirt and a white short sleeve turtle neck, deciding not to overdo it today. Your parents weren’t home; your father was working overnight and your mom went out of town to visit distant relatives, leaving you all alone for the night.

Hoseok’s parties were wild. He wasn’t voted, quote unquote, “most likely to die of kidney failure” by his classmates without a reason. Hennessy? He had it. Cocaine? He had it. Roofies?.. no one officially knows, but we’ll assume he had those too.

Despite what someone would normally assume for a guy who spent his entire high school year partying, his house wasn’t anything huge or fancy. Two stories with a front lawn, a backyard with a built-in pool, and, for whatever deemed necessary, a hot tub that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in years, sitting in the corner by a tree collecting dust.

As soon as you entered, Hoseok greeted you with a toothy, lopsided grin. He stumbled multiple times and you assumed he had already been shitfaced and high off of whatever drug he bought last week.

You greeted him and he ushered you off to the kitchen, demanding you take shots or else he’d “kick you out,” although you already knew he wouldn’t be able to do it himself from how much he stumbled and tripped over his own feet.

The thing you liked about Hoseok was that he was a rather chill guy. He, himself, was very much into casual flings and he never greeted you with a single grain of salt - it was almost as if he genuinely didn’t care what anyone said about you, let alone what you’d do with others. Even though you weren’t close enough to consider yourself friends, you’d like to think you were “close acquaintances.”

You took the shot glass from his hand and chuckled - everyone around the island table in the kitchen cheered you on, fists raising and lowering in the air as they chanted your name.

“Why are you guys so excited? It’s just a shot~” you teased as you dipped your head back, pouring the yellow-tinted liquid down your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a forceful cough as the alcohol burned your throat, resulting in Hoseok’s grainy laughter to fill your ears as he patted you on the back.

“O-oh, look at y/n!” he hiccuped while praising you. You chuckled mid cough and exhaled, setting down the shot glass back on the island counter before scratching the back of your neck, eyes wandering out of the cutout windowed area that separated the kitchen and led your view to the living room where many other students stood, bobbing their heads and dancing wildly to the music.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom to freshen up,” you gently swatted Hoseok away, not paying any attention to him in his drunken state behind you while he kept shouting about shots as you exited the kitchen and made your way up the stairs on the right side of the house. You’d gone over to his house tons of times for his parties, so you practically knew where everything and each room was. But, as you absentmindedly slammed the door to the bathroom opened, you had to double take at the scene in front of you.

There stood - or to put it properly, hunched - Jungkook and Jimin over the sink counter, both with a dollar bill rolled up in their hands and a thin, white line of cocaine spread out over a black card. Taehyung was right when he said Jungkook got it worse than him - he had dark purple bruises underneath both of his eyes, a huge band aid covered a gash on the left side of his forehead right below his hairline Jungkook jumped up upon hearing your presence and Jimin did the same, letting out a string of curses as his face scrunched up and he pinched his nose.

“Y/n?”

“Jungkook?”

You both called out each others name simultaneously, too awestricken to move from your positions.

“What the fuck, y/n!? Get out,” hissed Jimin as he made his way towards you, firmly gripping your wrist and yanked your hand off of the doorknob forcefully. You were still frozen in place, and a look of distraught washed over Jungkook’s paled features as he fidgeted in place.

He knew what you were about to ask, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he shut his eyes tightly, hoping everything would disappear and it was all a dream. “Isn’t your dad a cop, Kook?”

“Y/n, that’s enough,” Jimin warned you, letting go of your wrist. He tried to shove you out of the doorway but you wouldn’t budge. Instead, you walked past him further into the bathroom and shut the door yourself, still preoccupied with Jungkook. With folded arms, you cocked your head to the side and tapped your foot against the tile flooring, waiting for an explanation.

“So fucking what?” he muttered weakly. With a sigh, he pushed back the black card further towards the mirror and tossed the dollar into the sink, rubbing his frown lines intently.

“Couldn’t you get into deep shit if he ever found out? I mean, screw the weed and alcohol. This is cocaine we’re talking about!”

He rolled his eyes. “And why the fuck do you care? Just fuck off, will you?”

“Hoseok? You get it from him?” you ignored his question.

“No.” he scoffed. “Who do you think he gets it from, dumbass?” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized he accidentally outed himself to you.

“You’re telling me.. you sell drugs? You, as in Jeon Jungkook?” you slowly questioned in disbelief.

“I swear to God if you tell anyone y/n-”

“You’ll do what?” you cut him off. “You don’t know a thing about me. What you do know, so does everyone else.” you shrugged.

He exhaled deeply, shifting his weight to his other foot. “Fine. What do you want then?”

“I want a line, too!”

You hadn’t remembered that Jimin was still in the bathroom until the door creaked open and a giggly girl stumbled in with a boy, slightly taller than her with his hands attached to her waist. Her eyes found your annoyed ones and upon seeing all three of your presences, she blushed profusely and apologized, slamming the door shut behind her and the boy as they left.

Jungkook’s attention reverted back to you and he scoffed in disbelief. “What? Why, so you can rat me out when you get caught high off your fucking mind? No thanks.”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty sure I can handle one little line of fucking coke. Try me,” you smirked.

“Alright then. But when you get caught doing some dumb shit, don’t come running to me.”

He pulled out a small ziploc baggy from his back pocket and emptied the remaining containments onto the black card, and using a razor you hadn’t noticed on the counter before, he began scraping at and separating the coke into three thin lines.

“Just use-just use the dollar in the sink,” he pointed out, wiping his nose on the back of his hand a few times. You nodded and bent your head down to line it up with the drug, taking a deep breath before inhaling sharply.

Once it passed through your nose, you immediately began coughing and rubbing your nostrils frantically, displeased with the foreign feeling and Jimin laughed at you, pushing you over gently so he could snort a line of his own. He obviously took it way better than you did, giving off the impression he had done this many times before, which honestly worried you. Not only for Jimin, but Jungkook as well. They may have both hated your guts, but you weren’t so horrible that you didn’t feel a bit uneasy for them once you caught them red handed.

Jimin let out a sigh in relief and kicked his head back while he leaned against the counter. You backed out of the way as Jungkook replaced you in your spot, taking the dollar from between your fingertips and inhaled the rest of the cocaine. He leaned his elbows against the counter silently.

“Fuck..” you muttered lowly, sliding down the wall in regret as you attempted to calm your nerves. You rubbed your head quietly, peaking up at the two boys in front of you who were still standing at the sink, as silent as could be. Jimin grabbed out a thin flask from his back pocket, sparking an interest inside of you as he opened it and poured the contaminants down his throat.

“You’re not gonna drink what Hoseok brought?” you frowned, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. His gaze snapped towards you, except he paused and did a double take, eyes trailing down much farther from where your own were. A smirk reached his lips before he took another sip from his flask, shaking his head no.

“Why would I drink that shit? I don’t have a death wish just yet.”

You scoffed in amusement sarcastically. “Gotta agree with you on that one!”

“I’m gonna head downstairs real quick,” Jungkook stretched. “you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck mischievously. Jungkook nodded and headed out of the bathroom, leaving just the two of you alone.

Jimin watched as his taller friend shut the door and cleared his throat. “By the way, nice panties.”

“Wha-” you mumbled in confusion, only to look down and realize you were still wearing a skirt. Your eyes widened and you laid your legs down by your side, before laughing it off casually. “Thanks - I wore them specially for this occasion, you know.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

“Good then I guess?”

“How’s Taehyung?”

Your breath hitched your throat, failing to go unnoticed by Jimin. ‘Stay calm,’ you reminded yourself.

“He’s doing great. Why can’t you ask him yourself?”

“I’d assume his girlfriend of all people would know.. I mean, he hasn’t been spending that much time with us anymore.” he shrugged, tossing his now empty flask onto the counter. He knew exactly what he was doing - and you say this in confidence - but you weren’t going to let him get underneath your skin.

“Girlfriend?” you cocked a brow. “Is that what he told you?”

Jimin nodded.

“Well, that’s odd, because he never mentioned we were dating.. To me.”

“Don’t you like him, though?”

You rolled your eyes at his seemingly innocent question. “I don’t, and never will, like anybody.” you quoted “like.”

“Then why are you with him?” by now, you could tell he was just trying to get something out of you.

“Tae’s a cool guy,” you shrugged. “why do you care so much?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. He walked over to you, blocking your view from the mirror where you stood.

“Because, if you do any shady shit, I’ll have your neck on the roof of my fucking car.”

It was your turn for your eyes to narrow. “What's with all the threats from you guys? Calm the fuck down, it’s not like I’m gonna murder him!”

“Just watch what you fucking do!” he hissed.

A smirk grew on your lips. “You mean like this?” you reached your hand out to grab hold of his crotch.

His breath hitched his throat and his eyes widened as he stared down at you in disbelief, unable to form a proper sentence, mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

“W-what're you-”

Your grip tightened and he winced, still staring directly at you with his wide, chocolate brown orbs. He could act tough all he wanted, but every man had a weakness - it laid limp in their jeans.

“Tell me Jimin,” you leaned in, your lips grazing his ear gently as you whispered, “do you think it’s easy for boys to resist?”

You rubbed circles over his clothed crotch, enjoying the way his breathing patterns became ragged with pleasure. His voice was quiet, almost like he was in denial as he barely audibly whispered out, “Just stop, y/n..”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” you complied, removing your hand. “but are you sure that’s what you want right now?”

There was no doubt he began getting hard from your simple, firm touches. Maybe it was the drugs and the alcohol in his system that lead him to crumble at your feet.

“Fuck - but I can’t do this to Taehyung-”

“Don’t worry about him." you silenced him, pressing your soft lips to his wet, supple ones. He tasted of alcohol; leading you to deepen the kiss as your ran your tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the way it slightly burned your muscle.

Jimin’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he lifted you up, causing you to yelp slightly in shock, relaxing once your felt him set you down the counter where the sink was. His lips moved in sync with yours and his arms were now wrapped underneath each thigh, tugging you closer to him as your skirt hitched up between the cold marble and your skin.

He pressed his crotch tightly to yours and you let out a moan once your lips separated, wrapping your legs around him loosely, head kicked back while his tongue and lips sloppily glided across your jaw. He tugged your shirt off of your head rather quickly, leaving you in your black lacy push up bra, and he began attacking your neck with lazy kisses and gentle pokes of his tongue. Your left hand made its way to his soft brown hair, firmly gripping at the roots and he let out a guttural moan against your skin, earning a wave of pleasure to shoot straight down to your core.

“Fuck-! Jimin, I need you,” you whined, your right hand running up your side to firmly cup your breast.

“Just wait, kitten,” he murmured, mouth never leaving your neck. The way his tongue managed to send waves of heat over your body in contrast to the ice cold bathroom you made out in gave off an almost surreal experience.

Then, the door opened.

“You guys still-what the fuck?” Jungkook yelled, strutting over to Jimin to yank him off of you. You gasped in shock and scurried to tug your shirt back over your head, hopping off of the counter.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” he scowled, aimed at no one in particular. 

“Fuck..” you heard Jimin mutter, realization finally hitting him.

“Jungkook-” you started, only to get cut off by the fuming boy.

“No, what the fuck is this? Aren’t you with Taehyung?”

“Do-”

“No, I’m fucking telling him this shit. I knew it would happen, but this fucking fast? Jesus Christ, y/n!”

“And you,” Jungkook spat, pointing over at Jimin who held his head in his hands, refusing to meet anybody’s stare. “weren’t you preaching about this shit more than I was? The hell, Jimin?”

“It was a mistake, alright?” Jimin snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

“Tell him Jungkook, I dare you. Go on! But don’t be surprised if a little secret of your own gets spilled along the way.” you crossed your arms, watching as their heads snapped towards you in shock.

“What?” they both mumbled, disbelief written all over their faces.

“You’re literally cheating on Taehyung behind is back, and you think that’s the equivalent to selling drugs?” Jungkook’s voice lowered. 

You felt guilty as soon as the words left your mouth, but there was no backtracking now. You were 100% sure that Jeon Jungkook officially, with his entire being, hated your guts.

You let out a frustrated sigh, gripping at your hair tightly as you thought of what to say.

“Just do whatever the fuck you want, Jungkook. I’m out.”

And with that, you left the party, not sparing the two a final glance as they watched your figure disappear down the stairs.