Anonymous: 43 “I feel like I cant breathe” 28 “How drunk was I?” (drabble) ———————————– “Herc, Herc, Herc,” you shook your boyfriend’s arm. “Heeeerrrr-”
“What, babe?” he yawned as he rolled over, blinking his eyes open slowly to find you bouncing on the balls of your feet above him.
You grinned and started pulling on his arm. “I want to dance.”
“I see Gilly got you nice and drunk for me,” he grabbed your arm and pulled you down to the bed as gently as he could. “It’s three in the morning. You want to sleep. The bed is already nice and warm.”
“We only had a few glasses of wine. And I’m not tired,” you huffed, snuggling against his side and pulling his arm around you anyway. “‘Lex was no fun though. He was grumpy when he got home from work and made me come home,” you yawned, slurring a little as you talked around it.
Hercules tightened his arm around you and nodded in faux sympathy. He started to fall back asleep as you babbled on about the night’s events, his arm tightening a little, though not enough that it should have been uncomfortable.
“I feel like I can’t breathe!” you yelled in his ear suddenly and pushed him away, sending him tumbling off the bed in a freak burst of strength.
“Fuck!” he yelped. “What the fuck?”
You moved slowly to peer over the edge off the bed at him. “Are you mad?” you whispered.
“No,” he sighed after a minute.
You moved back so that he could get back up into bed, curling back up against his side once he was settled again, and you were asleep before he could say anything else.
You woke up with a pounding headache and Hercules turned away from you with a pillow over his head. “Babe,” you groaned and tapped his arm.
“For the love of God,” he mumbled and tossed the extra pillow at you. “Go back to sleep. Please.”
“What happened?” you dogged the pillow and tapped his elbow again when you saw the bump on his head.
He sighed heavily before he sat up and spoke. “You- had a drunken misadventure that resulted in me on the floor when you got home last night.”
“I’m so sorry,” you crawled over to him, trying to keep from smiling as you pressed a light kiss to his temple. “How drunk was I?”
“…drunk enough to get me on the floor,” he closed his eyes and pulled you to his side. “But please just get some more sleep, okay? For me.”
“Fine,” you yawned and rested your head against his chest, asleep again within the minute.
I really like your blog!! Holy crap, I love homestuck(even if its really painful) and I love camp camp! Seeing them combined is my life. Now that I'm done rambling a small request/idea seems like the best way to wrap this up. Preston as Tavros?
Hey anon - thanks for the nice comments. I am glad you like it. I am not sure about Preston as Tavros but then I am only in season 1 still. Here you go though - Sailorluna
This is stupid but what if in one of the cycles the IPRE land on a world where the letter B is considered wildly unlucky and they won’t give their children names that start with the letter B and Barry has to go by Sildar Hallwinter for a whole year so the locals will be able to trust him and not consider him cursed
whom elseth wants to date but also not really. like it sounds cute and i want Love but i don’t want to actually try to find it. dating is scary and people are disappointing, but i also kinda wanna make out with pretty ppl, hold hands and do soft things. why does my brain do this to me.
the other night I had this dream where I decided that I wanted to get a restraining order against Jared Leto just to limit my chances of ever accidentally meeting Jared Leto. but then the courts were all like have you ever met Jared Leto and I was like no and they were like you can’t get a restraining order against someone you’ve never interacted with and I was like but he creeps me the fuck out and they were like ahhh yes he creeps her the fuck out maybe we should consider this. so it became a huge deal and the news started reporting on it and other people saw it and were like hello yes Jared Leto also creeps me out can I have a restraining order. so eventually like everyone in the world got a restraining order. but the restraining orders like stacked for some reason so eventually the distance of how far he had to be from most people was so large we had no choice but to launch him into outer space to live out the rest of his life alone. the day we launched him into space was celebrated as a international holiday and I was considered a hero for sparking the revolution. the end.