a bit of liquor

2

Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.

“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”

Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”

He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy. - Rolling Stone

she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettES hard liquor mixed with a bit of intelleCT and all the boys they were sayin they were into iT such a pretty face on a pretty neck she’s driving me CRAAAAAZYYYYY but i’m into it ahh but i’m into it ahh i’m kind of into it it’s getting CRAAAAAAZYYYYY i think i’m losing it hey! i think i’m losing it oh i think she said I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAYYYY IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESSSS I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAYYYY IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS hO it’s none of your it’s none of your I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAAYYY HEEEY! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS HO! I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAAAY HEEY! ho! IT’S NONE OF YOUR IT’S NONE OF YOUR oooWWWWWW it’s new york baby always jacked up hEY holland tunnel for a nose it’s always backed up [SNIFF] when she’s alone she goes home to a cactUS oH?! in a black dreSS she’s such an actreSS [SNIIIIFFF] driving me cRAAAZYYYYYY but i’m into it ahh but i’m into it ahh i’m kind of into it it’s getting CRAAAAAYYYYY i think i’m losing it i think i’m losing it oh i think she said I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAYYYY HEEEY! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESSSS HO! I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAYYYY HEEYY! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS hO! it’s none of your oH! it’s none of your I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAAYYY HEY!!! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS OHH! I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAAAY HEY! AA! AA! IT’S NONE OF YOUR oW! IT’S NONE OF YOUR hO! OWWWWWWWWWWW HEY HEY HEY HEY HEYY HEY oWWWW LALAla she sits beside me like a silhouette hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet and now she’s all over me it’s like i paid for it cha-ching! it’s like i paid for it i’m gonna pay for this oaH it’s none of yoUR iT’S NONE OF YOUR I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAYYYY HEEEY! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAYYYY HEYYY! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS it’s none of your it’s none of your I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAAYYY hey! IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS I’M HAVING YOUR BABAAAAAAAAAAAY IT’S NONE OF YOUR IT’S NONE OF YOUR HEY!

hey, baby, how do you feel about being my newest obsession? 
it’ll be sweet for the first couple weeks
you’ll get so many poems 
with your name as the title and 
you’ll realize how wild i can be.
it’ll be blissful, baby, i swear
‘cause i’ll always be there, playing exactly
who you need.


but you’ll notice that i always smell like booze and cigarette smoke
and my eyes glaze over when you tell me your problems. 
you realize you’ll never live up to my fantasy version of you
so why even bother?
the obsession is getting a bit too creepy, anyway.


i drink orange juice with the clear korean liquor my roommate left in the fridge
the sugar masks the gasoline taste,
so i don’t realize i’ve had too much 'til i wake up with my head pounding and stomach revolting.


what i’m trying to say is when you leave
i won’t blame you.

—  april is over (a.p.)
HARRY STYLES - “KIWI” LYRICS

Written by: Harry Styles, Jeff Bhasker, Mitch Rowland, Alex Salibian, Tyler Johnson, Ryan Nasci

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your”

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such a such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (none of your, none of your)
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your”

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, none of your)
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, none of your)

You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words
[AO3]

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

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Your boyfriend, Stefan got into it with some werewolf that was flirting with you at a party, which caused him to get bit. And as of right now, Klaus’ blood is the only source that Stefan knows of to cure a wolf bite, so he insisted on going to New Orleans to get it because Stefan is the only one out of the group that is friends with the original hybrid himself.

Stefan made sure to call Klaus beforehand and thankfully, Klaus agreed to do him this favor even though he is a busy man. And since you go wherever your boyfriend goes, you packed any needed essentials for your visit there.

Arriving to New Orleans, Klaus insisted on meeting at a bar called “Rousseau’s” located in the French Quarter. A round of shots was already waiting for the three of you at the bar with Klaus exchanging words with the blonde bartender. When the bartender noticed your arrival, she went back to working.

“Stefan. Long time no see.” Klaus greeted Stefan with a pat on the back.

“If it isn’t the big bad hybrid.” Stefan took a seat on the bar stool.

“Hello, love.” Klaus gave you a hug, towering over you.

“Hey Klaus. New Orleans is stunning.” You replied.

“I’d enjoy showing you…and Stefan around.”

“You sure you got the time?” Stefan asked.

“Nonsense. Matter a fact, Elijah should arrive shortly. But I can’t forget to give you what you came for.” Klaus pulled out a vile from his pocket that was already pre-filled with his blood, handing it to Stefan without caring about being low key about it.

“Very much appreciated, Klaus.” Stefan chugs the vile of Klaus’ blood, then takes his shot and leaves to go use the bathroom.

While Stefan was gone, you and Klaus did the usual ‘cheers’ with your shot of liquor and even talked a bit about the craziness going on in his life in New Orleans. He even flashed you that crooked smile thing he does that women lusted after. You love Stefan so it didn’t get to you at all.

Stefan comes back from the restroom and in his view, it seems as if Klaus is being a little too friendly with you from the laughs and smiles the two of you are exchanging. It does make Stefan a little uneasy since he is the jealous type.

You see finally see Elijah walk in, so you go over to greet him with hug. He always was your favorite Mikaelson brother.

This is when Stefan finds it as the perfect opportunity to ‘set Klaus straight’. He stands behind Klaus, leaning to his ear to speak in a low tone so that you wouldn’t hear. “Speak a word to my girl other than ‘hello’ again and I’ll rip your throat out, alright?” Stefan threatened.

Klaus smirked. He always found it amusing getting under people’s skin. “Oh Stefan, I never sought out for you to be the jealous type. I’ve always seen Damon fit the narrative.”

Stefan sure has some balls to threaten the one man that literally saved his life.

Kiwi

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) drags Jughead along to the “club with shitty security.”

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2,176

A/N: here is the first “drabble” for this series, which will eventually all build up to a dramatic part 2!! Hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this one!


She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

“Jesus,” (Y/N) moaned as she flopped onto Jughead’s bed.  “That was a fucking long week.”

“Who knew a writing internship could be this physically exhausting?” Jughead agreed, sitting next to her.  “At least we have the weekend to relax.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rubbing the white hotel sheets between her fingers.  “How would you like to unwind this weekend, Mr. Jones?”

“Well, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Jughead smiles coyly, “last week I got to choose, and we ended up at Central Park. I believe it’s your turn to choose.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, then fell into silence as she debated what to do.  Jughead watched her with a smile as she bit her lip, eyes furrowed in concentration.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” he noted, laughing at her intense facial expression.  

Her face loosened from its focused state.  “This is serious business, Jug,” she stated as seriously as she could.  “If this ends up being not being relaxing enough, we’ll go back on Monday feeling like absolute shit.  And then it’ll make next week even longer and more exhausting.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jughead raised his hands in mock surrender.  “This is a matter of life and death.”

“Exactly,” (Y/N) said. She retreated back into silence as she contemplated how they would spend their weekend.  “I got it!” she exclaimed after a few minutes of thought.  

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “What are we gonna do?” he asked, a small smirk forming on his face.

(Y/N)’s face exploded into a giant grin.  “We’re gonna go clubbing.”

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it

“Are you serious?” Jughead demanded, eyes widening.  

(Y/N) nodded, not showing any signs of joking around.  “Of course I’m serious.  What better way to unwind than to get some alcohol in your system?”

“What if we get caught?” he questioned.  “(Y/N), this could fuck up our internship.”

If we get caught,” she winked.  “Jug, it’ll be fine.  I went there once before you arrived here.  It’s really not too bad, and there’s no way that anyone will find out.”

“How do you know that?” Jughead pressed.  “How do you know someone from the building won’t be there and see us?  Or maybe a bar fight will break out and the cops will show up, and they’ll notice we’re there.  How do you know it’ll be okay?”

“Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, ending his tangent, “it will be okay. Listen, if you don’t wanna go, that’s fine.  I can go on my own.”  She stood up from the bed and grabbed her phone.  “I’m gonna go get ready.  Just text me if you change your mind.”  She exited his hotel room, leaving Jughead alone with his doubts.

Of course he didn’t want to go clubbing.  He was, after all, an antisocial weirdo who didn’t even like going to clubs.  Putting his internship as risk was just the cherry on top.  But then he started thinking about (Y/N) on her own, and he grew worried about the kind of people who lurk out in the New York streets on Friday nights.  If he wasn’t with her, who knew what could happen.

That, Jughead decided, was worth risking his internship for.  He quickly picked up his phone, and his thumbs tapped out a text.  He read it aloud right before he hit send: “Fuck it, let’s go clubbing.”

It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“I’m glad you changed your mind.”  (Y/N) stood at his door an hour later, sporting a little black dress.  She looked him up and down, evaluating the clothes he changed into.  “Nice outfit.”

“You as well,” Jughead returned the compliment, slowly closing the door behind him.  “Shall we go?”  He offered his arm to her, which she gladly accepted.  

The New York streets were equally, if not more, busy during the nighttime.  There were crowds of people maneuvering past each other on the sidewalks, some of the tipsier people practically dancing to the song of blaring car horns.  (Y/N)’s steps grew bouncier as they neared the club.

“I know this isn’t your scene,” she whispered to Jughead, “so thank you for coming.”  

Jughead looked down at her, shocked.  “How do you know it’s not my scene?” he asked indignantly.  “Maybe I actually love clubbing.”

(Y/N) burst out into laughter.  “Yeah sure, and maybe I actually love running marathons,” she sarcastically retorted. Then she became serious.  “Listen, Jug, I know you.  You’re my friend.  I figured that it wasn’t just the risk underage drinking imposes on our internship that turned you off from clubbing.  So thank you for coming with me.”

“In my defense,” Jughead stated, “the only reason I came is so that you won’t get mugged.”

“Well thanks for that,” (Y/N) bent her head back with laughter, “but I could totally handle myself.”

“You could not!”

“Yeah I could!” she defended herself.  “I could totally beat up someone.”

“No you wouldn’t,” he scoffed.  “You’re way too weak.  You get tired at a writing internship.”

“Touché.”

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

(Y/N) batted her eyelashes at the doubtful bouncer.  

“You two don’t look twenty-one,” he stated, his voice low and gruff.  

“And you don’t look a day over thirty,” she winked at the obviously in-his-forties man.  

He only rolled his eyes. “Look, miss, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but drinking under the age of twenty-one is illegal,” he sarcastically explained.

“I’m not a ditz,” she snapped.  “Besides, we’re not here to drink, we’re here to dance.”  She glanced over at Jughead and nudged him in the side.  “Right, Jug?”

“Right,” he immediately replied.  Satisfied, (Y/N) put her hands on her hips as she turned to face the bouncer.

“See?” she said. “Just here to dance.”

“Fine,” the bouncer huffed. “But only for this one time. You’re not getting in here again until you both turn twenty-one.”

“Thank you, sir,” (Y/N) cooed, sending him a smile.  She grabbed Jughead’s hand as she led him inside, the music growing louder.  “I told you it’d be fine,” she yelled over the music.

Jughead shook his head. “We almost got caught,” he yelled back.

“But we didn’t!” she reminded him.

“I’m starting to second guess this decision,” he groaned, but still allowed (Y/N) to yank him over to the bar.  “I thought we weren’t getting any alcohol.”

“Oh, sweetie, you believed me?” (Y/N) giggled.  “I came here to get tipsy, Jug.  I’m not stupid, so I’m obviously not gonna order my drinks here at the bar.  Wait for them to start sending waitresses out onto the dance floor.  You just drop some cash on their tray and take a drink.  It’s simple.”

“This is insane!”

(Y/N) laughed loudly and winked.  “But don’t lie, you like it!”

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“Take a shot,” (Y/N) commanded, holding up two shot glasses, one further towards Jughead.  

He furiously shook his head. “No way,” he replied, swatting it away. “It’s bad enough you dragged me here. You’re not getting me drunk.”

“First of all, Jug, you dragged yourself here,” (Y/N) reminded him.  She quickly took her shot.  “And second, lighten up.  If you’re having such a bad time here, then you can either leave, or,” she inched the second shot glass a little closer to him, “you can get tipsy and actually have a good time.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head again.  “No,” he refused.  “No way.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.  “Just one shot?”

Jughead hesitated for a moment, eyeing the shot glass.  “No.”

“You hesitated,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“No I didn’t,” he argued. “I’m not drinking anything except soda and water here, (Y/N).  Think of me as your designated driver.”

“Jughead, we walked here.”

“Then I’m your designated walker,” he shrugged.  “You and I both know you’ll be too drunk to walk properly.”

“One shot is barely gonna get you tipsy,” she countered, still holding the glass out towards him. “Come on, Jug, let loose.  Have a bit of fun.”

“I am plenty fun when I’m sober,” he defended himself.  

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sure you are.”

“You know what? Fine.”  Jughead snatched the shot glass out of (Y/N)’s hand, ignoring the growing smirk on her face.  “Just one shot, though.”  He quickly took the shot and handed the empty glass back to (Y/N).  “Happy?”

(Y/N) laughed as she walked towards the dance floor, “Very!”

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

Two hours into the night, (Y/N) was drunkenly dancing with strangers.  She, with her magical powers of persuasion, managed to convince Jughead to have a few drinks.  He wasn’t nearly as drunk as (Y/N) was, but he was definitely tipsier than he expected. However tipsy he was, though, there was no way (Y/N) would be able to drag Jughead onto the dance floor.

He watched from the sidelines as she danced with some guy who was definitely older than her.  She, in her joyously drunken state, didn’t seem to mind.  His hands were on her waist, and Jughead watched as they slowly inched down towards her ass.

“Hey!” he yelled, storming onto the dance floor.  (Y/N) and the man’s heads snapped to look at him.  “Hands off of her, buddy.”  The guy rolled his eyes as he held up his hands in mock-surrender.

“Whatever, dude,” he scoffed as he walked off.  

(Y/N) grinned at Jughead, causing him to send her a confused glance.  “You’re on the dancefloor,” she noted.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Only to protect you.”

“How sweet,” she cooed, grabbing his hand.  “Since you’re here, let’s dance.”  

Jughead tried to pull her in the opposite direction.  “Let’s not.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she pouted, too drunk to resist his tugs.  “You haven’t danced with me all night.”

Jughead glanced at the exit, and then he turned to face a moping (Y/N).  He rolled his eyes as he sighed, “Fine, but only one song and then we’re leaving.”

(Y/N)’s grin returned as she led him to the dance floor.  “It’s a deal.”

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.”
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)

“Come on, (Y/N), we’re almost there,” Jughead had his arm wrapped around her waist, her arm slung around his shoulders.  “I thought you’d be able to hold your alcohol better than that.”

“Maybe I just like it when you hold me like this,” (Y/N) flirtatiously whispered with a smirk.  Jughead ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he continued to trudge towards the hotel.

“Just a little bit further,” he muttered, practically dragging (Y/N) along next to him.  When they reached the hotel, they both stumbled into the elevator.  Jughead kept his arm firmly wrapped around her waist until they stood in front of her door.  “Can you make it into your room alright?” Jughead jokingly asked, but there was a bit of concern behind it.

“I’ll be fine, thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) laughed as she unwrapped her arm from around his shoulders. She walked into her room in a perfectly sober manner, causing Jughead to question if she really meant it when she said she liked it when he wrapped his arm around her waist.  Right before she shut her door, she winked at him, leaving a flabbergasted Jughead standing alone in the hotel hallway.

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Pietro X Reader

request: (thanks! @incoherent-smiles ) hi! I saw that you’re taking requests and I’d love to make one! How about a Pietro x Reader, they get into a fight because he sees somebody flirting with Reader (Tony, maybe?).Full of angst, ending in Pietro teaching reader a smutty ‘lesson’ (if you know what I mean ;) ) also, DADDY!PIETRO. pretty sure he has a daddy kink

a/n: hi guysss! my drabbles and one shots have gotten quite a bit of attention and I’m so thankful! I couldn’t keep a smile off of my face. Please know that requests ARE open and that I’m pretty much willing to write anything! thank you all again :)

warnings: there’s some language, some drinking, and some sexy time! nothing too bad, but it is definitely smutty. bare with me, smut isn’t my strongest point! sorry if that isn’t your taste. more fluff to come! xoxo *not my gif*

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Fuckboy!Jaehyun

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• hmmm fuckboy jaehyun seems to be a very popular concept on this website lmao

• i wonder why…for real though this was kinda hard to write but i hope it was what you were looking for!!

• anyway here’s to the prince of ruining everyone’s lives with a smile

• let’s gooooo

• (also this is mildly nsfw but i’m sure the title implied that)


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Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect / And all the boys, they were saying they were into it / Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck“ this is literally about dan what the fuck

Interview: Lemur

Today we’re joined by Lemur. Lemur is a wonderful visual artist who specializes in illustrations with a narrative element. Their work is fascinating and has a touch of the surreal to it. It’s clear that Lemur is a very dedicated artist, as you’ll soon see. My thanks to them for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

My art is a bit all over the place in terms of medium, content and purpose…most of the time I’m an illustrator! Everything I make tends to have a narrative element. It is easier for me to make something when I can picture its place in a story/see its context extending from it.

What inspires you?

Whatever catches my attention! Objects that demand explanations or suggest some secret life, environments that feel like empty film sets, in medias res conversations, people whose futures/histories I have to imagine because I don’t get the chance to talk to them….

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I always wanted to be either a zoologist or a volcanologist, but I was also easily bored and prone to doodling.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

Well! My (real) last name is Hamburger (seriously), so sometimes I’ll draw a little hamburger instead of writing it out.

…this doesn’t go over so well when I’m filling out legal documents.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Anything and everything can be used to make art! Work can surpass the materials used in its creation. Be open to criticism, but let your own beliefs walk beside you; your opinion should neither be elevated to god-status nor relegated to the role of no-nothing kid sidekick. Make what you want to make, not what you think you ought to be making.

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

Not exactly sure! Probably somewhere between romantic asexual and grey-A.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I haven’t encountered prejudice as much as I have sheer disbelief that asexuality even exists. There are also occasionally people who are offended by what they perceive as a general rejection of sex overall, as though my personal disinterest in sex were a puritanical condemnation of whatever everyone else is choosing to do with their bits. In these cases I usually compare sex to beer/hard liquor: I’m not a fan, but that doesn’t mean I’m trying to bring back prohibition.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That it can’t possibly exist, that it is always caused by some past trauma.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

NO SHAME! Really though. Although it may not always feel this way, there are loads of people like you out there, and a few might be willing to chat.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

I’ve been trying to get better at using Instagram for art: https://www.instagram.com/lemurhamburger/

Thank you, Lemur, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

“Wiggle The Piggies”


Written for @impalaimagining‘s Cheesy pickup lines challenge. I chose the prompt:  “I need a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.”  Also written for @jensen-jarpad‘s Celebration challenge. 

Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: Just about 1100

No warnings (weird I know), well, maybe the title, cause that is a little weird. I drew from a bit of personal history on this from my time in the liquor industry, tending bar and working for my parents in their liquor store. It was a fun time in my youth when I was about 23-24 yrs old. So consider this is a blast from the past too!

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You loved your job at the liquor distributor. It was just another office job, but every couple of months, you were invited to work the occasional events that were hosted by the manufacturer. This particular event was for Maker’s Mark bourbon. The top shelf events usually drew a higher class clientele than others, like Bacardi or Cuervo.

This event was formal, but not black tie, and you had the perfect dress to wear. It was classic black, sleeveless and had just enough shine that it shimmered when you moved. As you were on the clock tonight there was only a touch of cleavage, leaving more to the imagination. You had spent more time on your hair and makeup than you normally would have, but were pleased with the results. Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you winked at your reflection before leaving the bathroom. You dug your black open toe heels out of the closet and a slinky shawl, then grabbed your keys and clutch, ready to head out the door.

You were just pulling into your parking spot at the hotel when your phone dinged. Checking it quickly, you saw it was a text from your friend and coworker, Laura, telling you about all the hot guys this event was drawing already. Texting her back your reply that you were headed inside, you locked up your car and made your way to the main ballroom.

You were taken aback at the expense these companies went to when it came to entertaining. The room was ablaze with twinkling lights and the room had been decorated exquisitely. The table linens were black, accented in gold and red. Each table had a Maker’s Mark bottle in the center, acting as a candle holder with a gold and black ‘40′ on each bottle. 

This wasn’t just the launch of their new product line, but also the 40th anniversary of the first bottled run of Maker’s Mark. This was a big shindig and it was the who’s who of the liquor industry in Minneapolis. It was your goal to move up in the company and tonight would be ripe for exposure. Everyone getting a sample would pass by your table. 

You strode gracefully to the table that had been set up for tasting near the back of the room. You and Laura were there to serve guests samples of the new line tonight, along with Maker’s Mark. You had to admit there were more than a few attractive men at this event, but you had to remind yourself that you were here to work, not find the next Mr. Right Now.

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Kiwi Analysis

So, on Friday, me & @captiveharts read the lyrics of this song almost at the same time, and then when we started discussing them, we realized we both had thought the same thing. Yes, we do think it’s a song about stunting, and we do think it’s about a stunt in particular. Not b*bygate, though, but H*ylor (that is probably the stunt lol). And Harry saying this song started as a joke at the Breakfast Show with Nick, made us think this probably started as a “you know, i really need to get this off my chest” thing: it started as a joke meaning that he probably wanted to make fun of her and of her habit of writing about her exes. It was probably just “a bit of a banter,” & then at some point, they must have gone like “you know, this could be good,” & turned into a proper song.
But with no further delay, let’s start our analysis.

●     “She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

○     The first line can be a metaphor of how TS started from the bottom as a Miss Nothing & then turned into a pop princess/America’s sweetheart™,

○     The second line can be about how business-woman-alike she always acts. Everyone always says – even if she enjoys acting like a naive little girl – she’s actually really smart (& she knows it).

●     “And all the boys, they were saying they were into it,

○     where “all the boys” are obviously all the men TS stunted with

    ■     many of whom are surrounded by gay rumours,

    ■     reenacting every single rom-com cliché (no, Tom Hiddleston, I haven’t forgiven you yet for going around with that hideous I <3 TS tank top)

    ■     “Into it” can also be interpreted as a way of accepting a deal, & getting along with it.

●     “Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck.

○     Does this one really need an explanation?

●     “It’s New York, baby, always jacked up,
Whole tunnels, foreign noises always backed up.

○     Well, NYC plays a big role both in TS’ personal life, and for the whole length of that mess that was H*ylor.

○     The lines Harry & his co-authors wrote seem in fact to mock a bit TS’s Welcome to New York (Walkin’ through a crowd, the village is aglow / Kaleidoscope of a loud, heartbeats under coats)

○     Harry and Taylor are papped several times together in NYC:

   ■     The first time they were spotted together was in Central Park

   ■     Taylor went to 1D’s after party after their concert at the MSG,

   ■     They were both papped again in NYC while leaving their hotels

   ■     They were seen together at the Jingle Ball’s backstage

   ■     And of course there’s the whole super yikes NYE ball drop thing.

●     “When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus,

○     This is probably the most “obscure” line in the whole song, but we thought it could mean that she’s basically going home alone, finding nothing but a plant in her empty house. TS likes surrounding herself with people – her “squad”, her countless boyfriends – but at the end of the day, these are mostly stunts. We don’t know which relationships she has are actually real (*cough* Karlie i know you’re real *cough*), but most of them are probably just for the sake of the press and the media.

●     “In a black dress, she’s such an actress,

○     TS is actually known for wearing a lot of black dresses/outfits 

○     She referred to herself as “the girl in the dress” in Dear John (The girl in the dress cried the whole way home and The girl in the dress wrote you a song).

○     About the actress thing, well:

   ■     TS is literally an actress as well since she played a couple of roles in some movies (Valentine’s Day, The Giver, etc),

   ■     she’s an actress metaphorically because of all of her stunts & the girl next door image she’s built for herself.

○     But with this line, Harry also seems to mock an old TS’s song, Better Than Revenge, where on her turn, she was mocking a girl who had “stolen her boyfriend from her” (She’s not a saint & she’s not what you think / she’s an actress, oh oh / she’s better known for the things that she does / on the mattress, oh oh).

●     “Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it, I’m kinda into it,
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it.

○     Okay, first of all, crazy. Harry repeats it twice in each chorus, & he stresses it when he sings it.

○     Crazy is definitely a word that comes up to everybody’s mind when they think of TS:

   ■     because of the psycho girlfriend image that has been build up around her public persona (there are loads of parodies on Youtube, media have often talked about it)

   ■     and eventually, she has – very smartly – referenced it herself in Shake It Off and especially Blank Space (and in fact she acts like a psychopath in the Blank Space music video, mocking the idea that the GP & the media have of her).

○     But “crazy” is a term she often uses in her own songs as well,

   ■     Picture To Burn (Tell you friends I’m obsessive & crazy, that’s fine, I’ll tell mine that you’re gay),

   ■     I’m Only Me When I’m With You (You drive me crazy half of the time), etc

   ■     She uses it in the initial monologue in the I Knew You Were Trouble music video,

   ■     and she has a whole song called Crazier.

○     The whole “into it” escalation, on the other hand, seems like a young Harry trying to convince himself that this stunt won’t be this bad:

   ■     his managers were probably telling him how a good idea this would be, how his popularity would increase, he must have told himself that he would have survived this, that he’d have managed to appear into her,

   ■     only to realize that no, he wouldnt have been able to do this cause the whole stunt was getting insane, and that H*ylor was the worst thing ever (for both him & Louis), and that’s why he then proceeds to sing “I think I’m losing it”.

●     “I think she said ‘I’m having your baby, it’s not of your business’”.

○     Of course, this is a metaphor. this girl mentioned in this song sounds extremely bossy, and lowkey psycho, and that’s a great description for TS (her public persona, at least).

○     This is TS saying: “I want all the promo I can get, and I don’t care if you hate it. We signed a deal, so now shut your mouth cause I’m getting what I want.” She’s stubborn, she doesn’t think about him anymore, she just wants to help herself and, indeed, she has done that even way after the end of H*ylor, publicly shading Harry, and implying that great part of 1989 (& not only) was written about Harry (and by the way, there have also been rumours, back during H*ylor, that TS was indeed pregnant of Harry).

○    Harry might have also take inspiration from another stunt (*cough cough* b*abygate *cough cough*) for this particular line

●     “She sits beside me like a silhouette,
Hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet
.”

○     These are the infamous lines that made people accusing Harry of encouraging pedophily (yikes). First of all, we definitely don’t think Harry was aware of the metaphorical meaning of “hard candy” (I had no idea either), and we actually think that “hard candy” is just the name of a drink, a very girly one btw, that for sure would fit TS’s sweetheart image, and of course it’d make sense since Harry sings that “it’s dripping on him till his feet are wet.” (And btw, there’s also a scene in the Blank Space mv where Taylor eats a hard candy & the camera focuses on her face).

●     “And now she’s all over me,

○     Well, she was quite literally all over him during H*ylor

○     and she made sure to stay all over him with all the songs she implied were about him.

●     “It’s like I paid for it, it’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for it.

○     Harry here might refer initially to the whole stunt thing: their relationship is nothing but a fauxmance, it’s literally hiring someone to play his beard.

○     And then, he refers to when the realization of what was going on sank in: he was gonna pay the consequences for this stunt for a long, long time (in fact, he still is since media still ask him about her).

In conclusion, this song seems to us Harry’s reply at all the songs she implied were about him, at all the very obvious attempts of shading him she’s done through the years. But this song, this is not a Style 2.0, it’s not even another Perfect. This is extremely subtle, and one can get the reference only reading carefully into the lyrics. It’s Harry’s way to get back at her, but in a classy way (unlike hers), and by mocking Better Than Revenge, he’s basically saying: “Take this, Taylor. There is nothing I do better than revenge.”

#33- Creative sexual position- John x Jo

Requested by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​ for my kink list (master list here).

Word Count: 1450ish

A/N: This was a fun one to write, I’ve never written them before! Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Jo has never been able to resist an older man. There’s just something about a little bit of gray at a man’s temples, the way they hold their liquor like they barely feel it, the way they stare at her like they already know all the right ways to touch her. She rarely goes through with it, knowing that sleeping with any hunter who passes through the Roadhouse is probably not the best idea, but it doesn’t stop her from looking or flirting.

But when it comes to John Winchester, she always makes an exception.

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