a drink he made me

it’s prom season again and marinette’s ultimate plan is to get chat to come as her date and make adrien jealous…much to her disappointment, adrien isn’t present at the prom (gee i wonder why), but she ends up having a blast with chat anyway.

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thanks for being patient with me guys! this is a birthday gift for a friend. speaking of birthdays, i turned 18 today!! it feels so weird. i’m now legal……….ヾ(。ꏿ﹏ꏿ)ノ゙

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anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know that Chalo and Priya and Teddy and you all actually help my depression and anxiety. I have a legitimate prescription from my therapist to look at your blog more. I always get really excited when I see something you've posted.

I wasn’t prepared for this, and it’s touching my heart more than I know how to say.

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 2

*PART 1*| *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1363

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, alcohol, bad decisions, some sexual content, presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): I am very glad that so many of you liked the first part. When I started to write this, I did not expect to write a story like this. I hope you will like the second part. Please after reading this, read some fluff. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. 

Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc.
Also, the thoughts are write in italic.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

“W-what?” My voice was shaky


How quick could I get to the front door?
Jughead was (much/a little bit/-) taller, but maybe I could reach them faster. Of course, if the door is not closed. I could also choose a window, but this one look like really tricky to open.


“Maybe you want to change first?” He asked, and my mind started to work faster. 

I need to get out of here. Now

I threw the clothes he gave my into the air, and I reached the front door. I pressed the handle.  

Closed. Fuck. I should choose the window.

****

“This was amazing,” I said when I finished my drink “What did you add to it?”

His eyes opened wide, but he smirked and said: “I am not telling you, it’s a secret.”

I laughed. “Then I would like another “secret”, but first let’s go dance.“

*****

“I want to leave! If you don’t let me go, I will start screaming” Jughead was shocked. Probably he didn’t expect that I will act like this.

“Wait what… No no (Y/N) it’s not like that.”

“Open the door!”

“(Y/N)” He began to approach me.

“Stay away!” I said quickly. He stopped and put his hand into his pocket. He took out the keys.

“I am not forcing you to stay here (Y/N). You can leave whenever you want” He threw the keys, and I caught them.

“The biggest one,” he said.

I slowly opened the door still looking at him. It was right key. 
It calmed me a little.

“Ok, what happened” I crossed my arms. I needed answers, but I still didn’t trust him. Why should I?
I felt dizzy. The room started to be vague.

What was happening? I didn’t drink or eat  anyth… Oh God, he made me a coffee. And I drank it.
*******
“Hi guys!” Veronica and a guy who I didn’t know walked to us.

“Hi!” I said

“(Y/N) you don’t know my brother. This is Oliver, Oliver this is (Y/N)” Reggie introduced us.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)!” He was taller than Reggie, but they were very similar. No wonder why Veronica was looking at his face with admiration. He was very very handsome.

“You too.” He smiled. He had a gorgeous smile!

“Guys, someone puked on the stairs, and the beer had finished.” said some tall blonde boy who just barged through a crowd.

“It’s not even midnight!” Reggie looked at his brother and then at us.

“I take the beer,” Oliver said.

“So that means I going to deal with the stairs” Reggie rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yup, little brother. Excuse us ladies. We will be right back.”

******
My vision went blur. I was falling. I felt the strong hand on my waist.

“No,” I said, but Jughead didn’t let me go.

“Calm down. Just sit on the chair. You will not black down in my house again.”

He walked my to the chair and took away his hands.
Again?

“What was in my coffee,” I said quietly

“What?”

“What was in my coffee Jughead?”
******
“Girl, we are lucky” Ronnie smirked to me when Reggie and Oliver drifted away.

“The most handsome brothers!”

“I can already hear the rumours.”

“(Y/N) and Veronica the luckiest girls in the school” we laughed

“What are you two laughing about” we heard Archive voice. We turn around. He was holding two drinks.

“Nothing” Ronnie smiled.

“Well I figured out you will probably like something to drink since your partners abounded you.” He handle us the drinks

“I shouldn’t mix the alcohol,” I said hesitantly

“C'mon (Y/N) I made it especially for you” Archie winged.

“You are the second guy who said that in about ten minutes” I rolled my eyes
“Not very original.”

“Yeah thank you Archie for making during especially for (Y/N)” Ronnie acted offended but she smiled

“And this one is “especially” for you Veronica” Archie reflected, but he kept looking at me when I was drinking. I laughed.

“I hope so,” Ronnie said and took her drink.
*******
“I didn’t drug you (Y/N)!”

“That is something, which someone who drugged me would say!” My vision was clear again. He was picking up the clothes. He looked in my eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t drug you. I didn’t force you to anything…” I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish! I didn’t add anything to your coffee. Basically, I didn’t do anything like that. I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you what I know and what happened. I will understand if you don’t want to. You can leave whenever you want.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was curious, but on the other hand,  I was scared.

He rolled his eyes, took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to me.
“I don’t know where your phone is but you can call whoever you want and check my story. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“How are you filling?”

“Better.”
*****
I knew that I shouldn’t mix alcohol! It was wired that I was drunk after two drinks. I didn’t like being drunk, but this time it was surprisingly nice. I felt relaxed when I was dancing. But after about 20 minutes I started feeling dizzy.

“Are you ok?” Kevin asked with concerned look

“I think-k so-o. I n-need s-some air” I said, and I was surprised. I didn’t think I
was so drunk to have a speech problem.

“Girl how much did you drink?” he smirked

“Definitely not enough” Veronica handled me a drink. She already drank about 6 and Archie was still bringing more.

“No, thanks.” The speech problem disappeared, how was that possible?

“C'mon you only drank about 2 and it’s not even midnight. By the way, did someone see Reggie or Olivier?”

****

“Why I am here with you,” I asked

“You called me,” he answered.

That was wired. Why I phoned Jughead? I didn’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t have your number. How could I called you?”

“You called me from Archie’s phone.”

*****
“I think I need to go home,” I said and started to looking for my purse. Damn it I left it somewhere.

“No (Y/N) stay with us!” Kevin insisted

I saw that Archie was holding a phone, he was texting. I took his phone and opened the contact book.

“No (Y/N)!” Archie tried to stop me and got his phone back. Probably I interrupted some meaningful conversation. I didn’t care. I found the taxi number, but I accidentally press the one above. I saw Jughead name on the screen, and then I heard his voice. He was angry.

“Dude! I told you I’m busy. I don’t care how wasted you are I’m not picking you up.” He hung up.

Archie took the phone out of my hand. “You need some air,” He said. “I will call a taxi for you, ok?”
I nodded

We walked out of Reggie’s house. The cold air was very nice. But I didn’t felt better. Contrary everything went blur again. I sat on the stairs. I felt dizzy and tired.

“Do you want to have a walk? Drive-In is nearby” I heard the voice. It sounded like from under water. Unrealistic. I didn’t recognise it. Maybe it was Archie? I walked out with Archie, right?

Strong hands helped me to stand up. I felt like my feets didn’t belong to me. I looked at the owner of the hands. But everything was nebulous. He was tall. What was his hair colour? Is it’s just the light from the streetlight reflecting in his black hair or there are really red?

“Yeah let’s go,” I said, and he took my hand.

******

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked

He didn’t answer.

Rusty Nail’s Recipes

Dear Drinkers,

If you haven’t heard by now, @askrustynail​ has past on.  For more details you can go to @technomod​ or @cardsforrusty.

I first met Rusty at one of the con’s a few years ago and I commissioned an out of work derpy themed drink recipe and he did a tarot card reading for me too!  I don’t remember what the outcome of the tarot card reading was but it was a fun time.  

However I really became friends with Rusty during last year’s Trotcon.  We ended up being roommates and we were both on the tumblr panel.  He was a really chill guy to hang with, and was a super supportive guy.  I remember him really supporting @theghostlymuse​ when someone broke one of her home made statuettes.  One of my favorite parts of the con was staying up super late in the lobby of the last night of the con talking about Dungeons and Dragons and other nerdy stuff with him and a bunch of other bronies and tumblrpon mods.  

And if you haven’t heard he makes some pretty mean booze! :3  He brought a bunch of handmade drinks for everyone who roomed with him and the Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka he gave me was the tastiest drink I’ve ever had!  

One thing I really do regret is that we talked about the Out of Work Derpy drink recipe he made for me and he asked for me to forward it to him so he could make a proper Rusty Nail Post on his blog for it and I just never got around to digging through my old Con scrap book and finding it… Till now. :/

But in the little time I knew Rusty I think he’d want this recipe shared! 

So without further ado;  

Ladies and Gentlemen,

It’s Out of Work Derpy

Normally Rusty Uses the best high end ingredients and liquors when making a Themed drink.  But he knew the moment I told him about the theme of the blog that only the cheap stuff would suffice! 

An Out of Work Derpy

Ingredients:

  1. 1oz Smirinoff Blueberry 
  2. 1oz Smirinoff Vanilla
  3. 2oz Pinapple Juice
  4. Ice
  5. Chilled Martini Glass
  6. Cocktail Shaker
  7. Blue Curacao 

Special Equipment:

A strainer.

Making an Out of Work Derpy.

  1. Chill a Martini glass; Rinse the martini glass. Do not dry it. Simply place it inside the freezer and wait 10 to 15 minutes for the glass to freeze. The post-rinse water surroundings will help make the glass freeze more quickly.
  2. Add Ice, both Vodkas and pineapple juice to cocktail shaker.
  3. Shake well!
  4. Remove martini glass from freezer 
  5. Strain shaker into the martini glass
  6. Slowly add splash of curacao.
  7. Drink!

You’ve just finished making an Out of Work Derpy

Welp, hopefully I did rusty’s style justice! According to Rusty this drink should taste like you are actually eating a blueberry muffin :3  I’ve yet to try it out irl cause I literally just refound the recipe and I don’t have the supplies yet, but rest assured I’m gonna make this drink this weekend in honor of Rusty!  

Oh and here is what the original recipe card I got from Rusty looks like:

My condolences to @technomod and Rusty’s family

And Rusty… Stay thirsty my friend! 

solved. jungkook

TITLE: solved (one shot)

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: smut, couple

WORDS: 1900

WARNINGS: smut, angst, drinking, cursing

message me for requests and find more of my writings here

I glanced from across the room at him. His disheveled brown hair in all different directions as he held the bottle in his fingers. He let out a lighthearted giggle and proceeded to utter some slurred speech that resulted in an eruption of laughter from across the room. Jungkook liked to drink. He would tell me that he liked the way it made him forget. His exact words being that he ‘actually liked to feel something’. I would stare up at him and nod, occasionally acknowledging his explanation with a simple ‘okay.’ As I sat on the couch I glanced out of the window and took in the lights of the vast city. I loved the city, and I loved experiencing it with Jungkook. I turned my attention back to my phone as more drunken laughter continued to erupt from a few feet away. I felt two soft hands delicately wrap around my waist. “Hey. You ready?” Jungkook rested his head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. I slowly spun around so that I was facing him.

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Being Damon’s Soulmate Imagine

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Request: “Can I request an imagine where the reader is Damon Salvatore’s soulmate& he meet her before he came back to Mystic Falls(they were together for a year or two but Damon thought that he doesn’t deserve her so he compelled her to forget him)&all this time he can’t stop thinking about her so one day he decides that he’s going to get her back & he drops everything & there is some fluff reunion & they go to Mystic Falls & she meets everyone?& if you could post it before or on my bday(17th April)?Thx!❤”
Word Count: 680
Author’s Note: I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how to write this but heres my best shot. Happy Birthday fam!

Originally posted by the-vampire-diaries-666

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Warren Worthington

(I needed something to occupy my mind. I haven’t been feeling all that well these past few weeks, so writing this was a good outlet. I listened to Colors (Stripped) by Halsey to write this. I should have a Ward Meachum fic up by the end of the week. Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys, and feedback would be greatly appreciated!)

Warnings: Slight swearing, alcohol and blood mention.

Word count: 4k

Colors

This is hard.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it earlier on.

It would have been easier though.

With the people in charge of the fight club out looking for him, he knew they’d kill anyone including you to get to him.

They wouldn’t want anyone interfering with getting one of their best fighters back.


You had stumbled across him in an alleyway after he had gotten into a fight with a group of men who were looking for trouble.

They had found it.

In the haze of cigarette smoke flowing down from the open window of the building above you and the dim blue light pouring out onto the street as you were walking home, you saw the silhouette of what looked like a pair of wings.

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hey, zip it! ( cs au )

Plot: I was supposed to tie my shoe, but somehow my hair got caught on to the button or zipper of your trousers and now my face is in your crotch area; in which Emma’s hair gets caught in Killian’s crotch at a public gathering and she is mortified.

Summary: Set some time during early S4 ( after 4x03 - “Don’t make a man drink alone!” ). 

Oneshot, Captain Swan, Rated M

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Never in her life had she felt more traumatized than at that particular moment. Especially since her parents had witnessed the event. That was all she needed to happen. Of course, accidents happened, but what had conspired at the picnic was something she, and probably everyone who had seen it, would need therapy for, for the foreseeable future. For Emma, it had ended on a high note, however, she had worked the situation to her advantage, and for that, she had a sense of pride. However, Emma couldn’t help but relive what had happened before her pride was knocking it out of the park.

“Swan, the Dwarves have been begging me to ask you to play a round of baseball…?” Killian announced as he neared the picnic table she had been occupying, before he added, “And, since you made me drink alone earlier this week, I think it’s only fair that you consider their offer; they suggested you join my team since I have not yet procured my other hand.”

The blonde rolled her eyes at Killian and his flowery language. That was something she had noticed about him, since the beginning; his ability to make her come apart, just with words. She glanced up at him, though and smiled. He was hopeful, like a puppy, even on a sweltering day, in his long, leather pirate’s coat. Killian’s enthusiasm was something Emma wanted to learn from.

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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Everytime I see your blog name I want cinnamon rolls. and Bucky. Specifically winteriron.

I CAN PROVIDE

——–

Bucky woke slow and sweet, a rarity in his hectic life, but a welcome change. The silk sheets felt wonderful against his skin. An arm was draped around his waist. He was warm and happy and calm and he was not alone. Every day that he woke with Tony by his side he considered a miracle.

At first, Tony had refused to even look at him. He understood. Bucky hated himself. He despised what he had done to Tony. It was like he told Steve: he had no control, but he still did it. He never expected anything from him. He left Tony be for the most part.

One day, Friday had told him Tony wanted him in the workshop. He was puzzled, but went.

“Sit there, RoboCop,” Tony had ordered gruffly, practically the first thing he said to Bucky after Russia. Bucky did as he was bid.

Tony examined the arm silently, then reached for a tool. He started working the plates on the arm open without a word. He fiddled with the wires. Bucky too remained silent.

Finally, Tony spoke. “Aren’t you curious about what I’m doing?”

“Way I figure it, I got no right to even talk to you,” Bucky replied.

Tony blinked hard. “I noticed you were using your robotic arm differently. I thought I could fix it. Looks like a couple of wires got tangled. I could probably make some other adjustments, make it move more smoothly,” Tony said, as though Bucky hadn’t spoken at all.

Bucky ducked his head. “I really couldn’t ask you to.”

Tony shrugged. “I fix things. It’s who I am. And it’s not like anybody else on the team asks nicely.”

“Oh,” Bucky said.

“I could probably fashion you a whole new arm. Lighter. It would require some surgery to reanchor it, but it wouldn’t be so hard to use. And I would know exactly how to repair it because I made it.”

Bucky was still dumbfounded. “Why are you doing this?”

“I did mention I fix things, right?” Tony asked.

“Well, yeah, but I’m not a thing, Tony.”

“No, you aren’t, but your arm is. And if I can fix that….if I can fix that, maybe I can deal with its history better,” Tony said by way of explanation. He didn’t elaborate.

That had been two years ago. They got to know each other quickly. About a year ago, Tony had asked Bucky on a date. Bucky was shocked - how had Tony even guessed he was into guys? - but agreed.

And they’d been together ever since. Bucky gave a small smile. He gently moved himself out from Tony’s grip. Tony curled a little in his sleep, frowned at the loss, but didn’t wake.

Bucky quietly padded to the kitchen in their apartment. He searched until he found the gluten free pancake and waffle mix (“Sorry, Bucky Bear, bread is a no-no for me. Gluten intolerance.”) and started the coffee.

He quietly made breakfast - peach stuffed cream waffles and the aforementioned dark breakfast beverage of the gods - and put it on a tray. He had a rose hidden that he had brought last night.

His weight shifted on the bed and Tony stirred a bit further. He put the tray on the nightstand and kissed Tony.

“Hey, baby, Tony, wake up, I got breakfast for you, doll,” Bucky coaxed. Tony grunted. Bucky thought he was adorable.

“I brought coffee, too,” he said, kissing Tony again. At that, he got one eye open, clearly expecting the promised drink.

“You made me breakfast in bed?” Tony muttered. “Not that I’m ungrateful, but is it my birthday or something?”

Bucky laughed. “Yeah, actually, it is your birthday.”

Tony smacked his forehead. “I forgot my own birthday. How do you put up with me?”

“Easy,” Bucky said, bringing the tray over to the now sitting Tony. “Happy birthday, Sweetheart.”

“I Always Have”- Zack Fluff

Request:  Can you do a Zack imagine where the reader has liked Zack since they lived at the Tipton hotel and when Zack dates Maya the reader gets depressed. Zack notices so he goes to her room but she doesn’t want him to touch her but he kisses her anyways and tells her that he doesn’t like Maya it’s always been her. Thank you xx!

Warnings: None :)

Notes: None :)
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*YOUR P.O.V*

I sat on seat, low-key watching the cutest boy on the deck, Zack, work behind the counter at the of the Juice Bar. I notice him coming towards me.

“Hey, Y/n! Can I get you anything?”, Zack chirps with a big smile on his face.

“Ugh, can I get a strawberry smoothie?”

“Of course, coming right up!”, Zack smiles than turns around, walking back behind the counter. He made the drink and gave it to me. I went back to watching him - in a non-creepy way of course. I noticed a girl, sitting down at one of the counter-chairs; and it looks like Zack did too because he started flirting with her. I rolled my eyes and sighed, getting up and walking to my room.

– 3 weeks later –

I did my usual and ordered my smoothie from Zack.

“Maya, I was hoping to have dinner with my girlfriend”, Zack says to Maya. Wait, girlfriend? They’re dating?! My heart starts racing. So much so, that I could hear it through my ears and feel it pounding hard.

“Yes, of course!”, she squeals, hugging him tightly. 

I get up and go to my room, blaming the door behind me.  

– a week later –

A knock was placed on my door, before it opened. I didn’t bother turning around to see who it was.

“Y/n?”, Bailey, my best friend, called out.  

“What?”, I said, grumpily.

“Don’t tell me nothing’s wrong because you have’t moved for a week. What’s going on?”, she asked, laying down next to me. I turned around and cuddled into her.

“Zack has a girlfriend and it’s not me”

“Aww, Y/n. he has a girlfriend because you don’t talk to him enough. Surely you guys are friends, but he hasn’t seen the funny side nor any side to you other than the cute, shy one. He needs to know you like I do.”, Bailey replies truthfully, playing with my hair.

“But whenever I’m with him, I get all shy and insecure. How can he know the real me?”

“Let loose. You need to let go of whatever is holding you back. If you want him, you need to fight for him”.

“True”.

“Crap! I have to go, I’m meeting Cody for movie-night tonight”, Bailey says, getting up slowly, being mindful of me. “You gonna be alright?”. I nodded and said goodbye to her, getting up to stretch and to walk around a bit.

A few minutes later, another knock was placed on my door.

“Did you forget something?” I laugh as I open the door. My smile faded when I saw Zack.

“Zack? What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen you all week. Are you alright?”, Zack asks, placing a hand on my shoulder in concern. I shake it off and roll my eyes.

“I’m fine”, I bitterly say back.

“Y/n. Don’t be like that”, he sighed, walking into the room. “Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About you. About us?”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Y/n”, Zack sighed again, placing his hand back on my shoulder.

“Don’t touch me”, I say bitterly, attempting to shake his hand off again.

“Hold still”

“Zack, please get your ha-”, I was cut off by Zack’s lips on mine. My body was stiff but softened as I kissed back. He held me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrapped mine around his neck, opening my mouth wider, allowing Zack to deepen the kiss. We pulled back after a few moments, panting slightly.

“Oh my god”, he breathed, smiling whilst resting his forehead against mine.

“What about Maya?”

“I don’t like Maya. I like you. I always have”, Zack whispers and kisses me again.

Dear Journal,

Writing this journal has become a daily thing for me. I’m not only writing my thoughts so I can read them sometime in my future, but also because it’s like i’m talking to someone. Someone that won’t juge me and that will be with me through it all. Sirius always tells me that I can talk to him and I know that I can. When i woke up, Sirius was still asleep. His jaw was bruised up from the punch he received. I have to admit, i love that he is so protective… But to the point of getting himself hurt.. I’d rather he didn’t protect me. He looked peacefull in his sleep. His cheeks were soflty blushing. He always had red cheeks when he was sleeping. I brushed a strand of his black hair away from his face and smiled to myself. His long lashes were brushing against his cheeks. He was laying on his stomach, facing me. I could see his back muscles and I tried really hard not to brush my hand against his warm skin. I always thought Sirius had no freckles. Until the day I first saw his bare back.

It was during our 3rd year. James had invited Sirius and I to spend a week during summer. Since it wasn’t the week of the full moon, my parents agreed to let me go. When I arrived to the beautiful house, Mrs.Potter greeted me with a hug.

“Oh Remus! It’s nice to see you! Wow! I don’t remember you being so tall!” She laughed.

“It’s nice to see you too Mrs.Potter. Thank you for letting me stay here.” I said.

I then heard a familiar voice. A voice that I would recognize in hundreds. Sirius’.

“Remus! Oh I missed you!” He said, pulling me into a big hug.

“I missed you too Sirius!”

It was a hot summer day. The sun was shinning on our skins. There was practically no clouds. We were all playing quidditch in the big back yard when we heard Mrs.Potter calling our names. We headed back towards the house to see Euphemia waiting for us with glasses of fresh pink lemonade.

“Here! I made you some fresh lemonade! It is so hot outside! You boys need to stay hydrated!” She said.

“Thanks mom!” James said, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you Mrs.Potter!” Sirius and I said in union.

“Your welcome boys!” She said, heading back into the big house.

I drank the fresh liquid and felt it cool down my body. I looked at Sirius. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He had a tanned and sweaty skin that made me daydream. When he finished drinking his lemonade, he slowly took off his shirt. I tried to look away, i really did. His sweaty skin was glowing under the sunshines and I could see his muscles. He then turned around to put down his shirt and I saw his freckles. They were sprinkled on the top of his shoulders all the way to his back dimples. It made him look even cuter. He brushed his long fingers in his hair and asked us if we wanted to go swimming.

“How about we go in the pool to cool down?” He asked.

“Yes! I’m burning out here!” James said, heading to the pool.

“I..I don’t really feel like swimming.. you guys go! I’ll wait for you by the pool..” i said, trying to act normal.

Sirius frowned and slowly walked closer to me. He was really close.

“Remus i know you want to… We don’t care about your scars! I think you are beautiful just the way you are..” he said, sending me a smile.

I slowly removed my shirt, revealing my pale and bruised skin. I looked up and Sirius smiled at me.

“Now come on! You must be burning!” He laughed.

I will remember this moment forever. As i was lost in my thoughts, Sirius moved next to me.

“Good morning love..” i whispered.

“Mhmm.. Good mornin’ moons.. You slept well?” He asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

“I did. I was thinking about the week where James, you and I spent at his home in 3rd year. Do you remember?” I asked.

“Of course I do! I was crushing on you so hard at that time!” He laughed.

“No you didn’t!” I giggled.

“Of course I did! You were worried about your scars and i told you that you looked beautiful!” He said.

“You looked beautiful too.. I like those freckles on your back..” i said, letting my fingers brush against his bare back.

“Well.. I like the ones on your cheeks and nose..” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.

“How’s your jaw?” I asked, frowning.

“A bit sore.. but i had a great healer!” He smirked.

And we stayed in bed all day long. Eating candies and playing chest.

-Remus
Febuary 5th 1976

Hoppin' to it...

So in my very young college days, I was the assistant night manager of a 24 family dining restaurant.  I had a crew of about 6 servers, plus bussers, cooks and a dishwasher and my job was deal with the customer crap.  

And boy, let me tell you, there was a neverending bunch of it.  Here are some of the doozies. 

1. My most senior server (God bless this woman, she’d be serving tables for longer than I had been alive and I didn’t know a more patient, sweet person) comes up to me and informs me that the party of 8 college guys at table 25 are very drunk, loud and somewhat obnoxious but so far not yet a problem.  OK, thank you for the heads up. She gets them drinks, takes their orders, no issues.  They are very drunk, very loud, but, so are most of the other patrons at half past three in the morning.  

When she presents the check (gratuity added, party of 8 or more), the issues begin.  Why are you charging us extra, we’re not going to pay it, that’s an illegal charge, I’m a law student and I know, etc., etc.  Then, they firmly told her to go perform a heinous act upon herself.  

She came to me and said, “NOW they are a problem,” and let me know why.  Being that my owner and boss had a very low threshold for such things, we called the police, as was store policy.  Now, the college was in the big city which abutted a small town, which my restaurant was in. A very quiet, peaceful small town.  Which means, that when my restaurant called the police, we had them there in usually under a minute regardless of the reason for the call.  

Two officers show up in less than 90 seconds, walk in and confront my customers about the bill and one of them throws a plate at the cops and it’s on.  The rest of the dining room is watching the show as half the college guys are trying to get away from the fight and the other half have jumped into it.  There is a lot of yelling and cussing and suddenly another five cops storm in the door, both from our town and the sheriff’s office.  There is a lot of nightstick swinging and more yelling and arms milling about but NO PEPPER SPRAY which I was very grateful for.  Five of the college boys are drug out in cuffs.  The other three pay the bill without a peep and even leave my server a decent tip on top of the auto-grat.  After that the shenanigans died off for a bit as word got around that we’d send folks to jail.  

2.  Short-staffed one night, so was waiting tables to help out my poor serving staff.  A couple comes in, they’re intoxicated but not obliterated drunk, just feeling happy and good.  The young lady asks if we have milkshakes.  

I let her know that we do and list off the flavors we have available.  She selects a strawberry shake and he gets a Coke and off I go to get their drinks.  

I come back with the drinks and take their order, drop it off to the kitchen (we used pads and pens for orders, this was back in the dark ages of the early 90’s) and run another table’s order out to them and hear: 

“Hey ASSHOLE!”  I swivel my head around to see who is calling who names in my store.  

It’s strawberry shake girl.  She is standing up, pointing at ME and appears to be quite upset. I drop the food at the proper table and go to see what her issue is. 

“What’s the problem?” I ask her.  

“You dumbass, are you trying to kill people?  I’m ALLERGIC TO DAIRY!“ 

"Then why, please tell me, did you order a MILKshake?" 

"I didn’t know it had actual milk in it. Who does that, anyway?”  

I wanted to bang my head against the booth.  "What happens when you drink milk?“ I ask, hoping that she isn’t going to need an ambulance. 

Her gentleman companion breaks out in a huge grin.  "She farts like you wouldn’t believe, dude.  It’s genuinely the most amazing and disgusting thing at the same time.  Epic farts.”  He has started to laugh, which infuriates her even more. 

I offer to comp the shake, and bring her out something that will not result in future embarrassment, but she is quite content to pay for what they’ve ordered and leave now that she has been “emotionally damaged” by the lad she’s with.  

Fine with me.  I get the check, they pay, he tips, she bitches about him tipping “because they MADE me drink milk,”  until he loudly corrects her in front of the cashier that she ordered it and shouldn’t have been a bitch to everyone about it.

It’s nice to see that sometimes there’s a happy ending and karma gets them while you witness it.  

“A Drink?” Dallas Winston Imagine

Request: “ Hi! I would love to request an imagine with Dally (the outsiders) where he’s hitting on the reader (who he’s never seen before) and it leads to them making out. I love the way you write! Thank you in advance! <3″

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“*Whistles* Hey baby can I buy you a drink?” This strange boy asked as he made his way toward me.

“A drink?” I asked as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, a drink. Beer, vodka, scotch.. Whatever you like.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to enjoy a drink with a pretty girl like you. Unless this pretty girl can’t handle booze.’

“Of course I can handle booze. Get me whiskey.”

“Ooo damn, can you handle it?”

“I wouldn’t have asked for it if I couldn’t handle it.” I said with a wink.

We walked for a few minutes to the liquor store and I waited outside against a lamp post. About 3 minutes later, the boy came out and we walked to a park that was fairly close to where we met.

We sit at the picnic table and he hands me my drink and we both took a few swigs before silence was broken.

“So, what’s your name? You bought me stuff and I still don’t know your name.” I said as I set my whiskey down.

He took another swig of his beer.

“Hmm, you’re right. I’m Dallas, but call me Dally.”

“I’m Y/N.” We both shook hands and continued to drink our drinks.

“Why did you offer to buy me a drink?”

“Because you’re cute. Cute girls deserve things.”

I was taken aback. He literally started talking to me because he thought I was cute.

“So, you’re hitting on me?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He replied with a half-grin and a wink.

I walked over to his side of the picnic table and sat right next to him and we turned our bodies towards each other.

“You’re so cute when you’re tipsy.” He said with a chuckle.

I stuck my tongue out and he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap.

“What else does that tongue do?”

We leaned in towards each other and our lips met. Our bodies pressed together and our lips and tongues danced drunkenly together. 

After what seemed like hours of making out, we finally separated.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked before I busted into a fit of laughter.

“A drink? What kind of drink?” We both laughed and rested our foreheads onto each other


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I somehow heard a knock on the door over the sound of everyone’s chatter and the soft sound of the music, someone else was waiting to get in. Great. Not that I didn’t like people, I was social and actually enjoyed the company, but the place was getting crowded enough. I opened the door, a smile spread across my face. His black hair was somewhat covering his face as he stared down at his phone, as he looked up, his eyes beamed, a smile spreading across his face. He looked good despite me not seeing him for a few weeks. I expanded my arms out, letting him embrace me as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hey, Joji.” I said, still smiling.

I considered Joji my closest friend up until a few weeks ago when he randomly stopped coming over and communicating with me altogether. There was an incident that occurred at a friends house party where someone had drunkenly put him on blast, claiming that he had a crush on me, and feeling embarrassed and awkward, he kept his distance thinking that maybe I didn’t feel that way about him but it ‘wouldn’t hurt to take precautionary measures’…and I did feel that way, but I knew that he didn’t, which is obviously why he kept his distance in the first place. He pulled away from the hug rather quickly, which of course left me red-faced and a bit ashamed. I let him in and shut the door behind us.

“You look nice.” he said looking around, seeing nothing but groups of people, “This place looks different, you remodeled?”

“Nah, I just moved the furniture around a little bit. I needed a change.” I answered.

He nodded, uncomfortably standing there. I offered him beer, to which he followed me into the kitchen to receive. I took one out of the fridge for him, handing it over, he spoke, “Do you think we can talk? I have some stuff I wanna get out of the way…”

“Uh, yeah, we can go-“ I said before I was interrupted by Henry, one of my friends, calling me from the living room.

“You gotta see this!” Henry laughed over the music and everyone’s constant rapid talking. I excused myself politely and went over to Henry who showed me a video of some sort of meme. I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes at him. Soon enough, I had forgotten about George who was in the kitchen still rummaging the cabinets for more alcohol. I danced around with several people, feeling great, singing along and laughing all through the night. Deciding to take a break, I went into my room to change out of my top. It was soaked in sweat and beer so I went with something a little more revealing around my cleavage area and my stomach just for fun. Walking out into the hallway, I saw Joji leaning against the wall.

“Hey, George. You okay?” I asked, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Uh, sure. You’re looking a little…revealing.” he pointed out bluntly.

“It’s hot in here.” I answered shrugging.

He walked off, taking a giant gulp of his drink. Maybe he still felt awkward…and that made me feel like shit. It was probably best to forget about him the way I saw him, so that’s what I focused on doing. I drank more, circling myself with my friends as everyone else danced. I laughed at the weird shit they tried pulling and the jokes they told. Catching my breath, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a guy that was invited by one of my friends, she was trying to set me up. Since I wanted to forget about Joji as much as I could, I started chatting the guy up. Lightly touching his arm every now and then, giggling at his little antics. I could see George behind the guy, glaring over at us as he clenched his jaw. I paid no mind to him, focusing on the guy again. A few minutes passed by and the guy leaned in to my ear to to tell me something, I couldn’t hear him over the music blaring louder than before. I noticed George throw his cup somewhere and angrily lumbered over to us. He yanked me by my wrist, pulling me into his chest. Smelling his scent I shut my eyes, I missed him more than I thought I did. Although I was confused, I didn’t mind it. Trying to get over Joji would be a challenge. I opened my eyes and processed what was going on.

“What are you doing?” I asked harshly, pushing away from him as I realized what a dick-move that was. He disappears for weeks after denying his feelings for me, treating it as some kind of joke, making me feel like a complete idiot for feeling the way I do about him and now here he was cock blocking. Joji clutched me by the waste, pulling me in close, joining our bodies together.

“Mine.” he whispered into my ear in a gravelly voice, “All mine.”

His hand resting just above my butt as I felt his lips nip at my neck, working their way to my lips. His free hand cupped my face. Joji looked me in the eyes, searching my face with his eyes, as if trying to assure me everything was okay. He tilted his head lower, hesitating. I grabbed his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his hungrily. Everything around us felt like it disappeared, even that stupid guy who was hitting on me. I wanted George, I’ve always wanted George, and now that our feelings for each other were reciprocated, I didn’t have to hide that anymore.

“All yours.” I smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine.

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AN: brotp SasuIno, and a story about InoHina/SasuHina love…all I ever wanted so I wrote it.

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“You know what I hate?”

Sasuke sat in front of the fireplace reading one of his favorite novels. He was sure he’d never know peace as long as he had a witch following him every century. Dark eyes lifted as the blonde woman stood in front of the fireplace, ultimately blocking his light.

He protected the book from her splashing. “What?” He asked.

She threw her soaking jacket on the ground. “Humans…and their stupid automobiles.” She proceeded to pull off her shirt.

“Must you do that here?” He asked as she peeled off her skirt.

“I forget you’ve never seen a naked woman,” she threw her bra at his head, which he knocked out the way.

“I assure you after spending four hundred with you I am no longer attracted to anything you have,” he flipped the page of his novel after throwing her underwear to the floor.

“You’ll learn to appreciate me one day.”

He sighed, “To death do we finally part.”

Ino folded her arms noticing how pale he actually is, “Speaking of…have you fed this week.”

He lifted a glass of thick, dark liquid. “This works.”

“Hardly, if you do not feed from the vein soon you will die,” she grabbed his chin. “I am not ready to die because you are lazy. I’m taking you feeding.”

“I don’t need your help,” he huffed, her hair was dripping onto his nice wooden floors. She smiled and sat in his lap, offering him her wrist.

Witch blood was repulsive to vampires and she knew that. What a wonderful perk of being cursed and connected to a blood thirsty vampire…

“Fine…put some clothes on,” he pushed her off him. She grinned and walked to the back room. Sasuke closed his book and stood. He was feeling slight faint.

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“Hey Sasuke, that’s enough. You’re gonna kill her,” Ino grabbed his collar. She bought him to a crowded club and he picked the first woman that picked him. Ino didn’t flinch when he growled in her face. His normal onyx eyes were glowing red.

She handed him a napkin. “If you didn’t starve yourself then you wouldn’t kill people, thought of that?”

He snatched it. He was still craving more but luckily Ino had her nails in his wrist so he wouldn’t go on a spree. “Let’s get a drink,” she said, leaning over the counter. “Hey!”

Both supernatural being froze seeing the opal eyes of the witch that bounded them together. She smiled, walking towards them. “Sorry, what can I get you?”

“Kaguya,” Ino whispered.

The woman shook her head and pointed to her name tag. “My name is Hinata. Can I help you?”

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you feel your fingers twitch.

“um, miss– oh, she’s wiggling her fingers.”

“stop worrying, she’s fine.”

“of course i’m going to worry. jinjin’s doing it again.”

“at least she’s in one piece this time.”

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Heat of the Moment [Part 1]

Prompts #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”  and  #26: “Wait, where are my clothes?” #28: I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…?” and  #5: “Damn you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it.”

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexual words, Nat being sexy, Stucky,

Disclaimer: We do not own marvel or any characters. We also do know any gifs, images, jokes or songs that appear in this prompt.

Summary: Things get heated when Peter Parkers older sister comes for a visit when Peter’s never talked about her. Things get heated between reader and Scott. Bucky and Steve land themselves in an uncomfortable situation with each other. What really went on that night?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time Ash and I have co-authored something because we were stumped individually on how to take this so we did role-play lol. Enjoy.

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You weren’t that well known to the Avengers mainly because you were the older sister of a bug. Peter Parker was your little brother but he refused to let you anywhere the superheroes at the beginning because he saw you as the cool sibling. Actually Peter finally relented on not telling the Avengers about you so here he was was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I have a secret.” Peter said drawing in a deep breath. Everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the bug boy talk.

“Did you murder your brothers Spider-boy?” Sam questioned leaning back into the couch.

“No that’s to be expected, I think Spidey is hiding something way more intriguing. I bet he’s secretly plotting to unleash a world of spiders. Maybe even a spider Godzilla.” Scott said. Everyone just looked at him wondering how this genius had a degree in electrical engineering.

“As cool as that sounds that’s not what I’ve come to confess.” Peter took in an even deeper breath. He went to speak only to be interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“You still haven’t told them about me, have you punk?”

“Hey! That’s my nickname for Steve!” Bucky exclaimed not expecting it.

Peter face palmed as his older sister, as per usual, barged in when he was trying to do his thing. Everyone looking at the newcomer had a hard time grasping his Peter knew someone like this woman.

“How did you get into my building?” Tony questioned climbing to his feet in worry.

“Better yet how did the bug get her in his life?” Sam joked looking at the newcomer with a grin.

“Y/N Parker at your service.” You smirked taking a seat in the open chair crossing your legs, “By the way Tony, you’re technology isn’t all that strong against someone like me.”

Tony muttered pulled out his tablet with a glare towards the woman as he tried see just how she had gotten in without an alarm going off. Finding nothing he sat back down and emotionally isolated himself.

“Excuse me. I have to go reprogram and strengthen my security.” Tony huffed storming towards the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister.” Peter said reluctantly but with a bit of pride in his voice. He walked over and leaned down grabbing her around the neck. He whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“Wait, just wait a minute.” Scott threw up his fingers not sure if he actually believed what was going on. He was secretly waiting for Ashton Kutcher to show up and let him know he was Punk’d.

“She’s your sister? I mean … you’re a bug. She’s hot. How does that work? You’re adopted aren’t you?” Scott moved his finger accusingly between the two of us. Peter and I just sat kind of dumbfounded before shaking our heads and laughing.

“We came from the same womb and parents.” You chuckled, “You blind there or does your mind stay the same small size?”

“Oh you have jokes, funny. Your jokes are as bad as his, you guys are definitely related.” Scott just shot you a wink and a sly smile. This guy was going to be trouble.

“My ‘bad’ jokes are better than your flirty words.” You rolled your eyes stretching your legs out, “I mean are you compensating your small dick or something?”

Scott seemed a bit taken back unsure of how to respond you. He’d never met someone so..feisty. If he was being honest, he rather liked it. “I don’t have to compensate for anything, my dick is quite the prize. Maybe you’ll find out at some point.”

“Um. No. I prefer men with…well not someone like you.” You chuckled as Peter made a sound is disgust.

“My sister’s practically a nun thank you very much.” Peter sniffled crossing his arms.

“Oh baby brother. Don’t you remember my boyfriend? We closed the door and we sure as hell weren’t play board games nor having a tea party.” You laughed as Peter gagged and shook his head.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?” Scott said in a coy tone. I could feel him looking me over and I knew ideas were just rolling around in his head. This weekend was going to be an interesting one to say the least.

“Well you know since you are new here and we barely know you. I think we should change that. A few drinks and a welcome to the tower party are in order.” Scott noted.

Steve groaned along with Bucky because they both knew that they would have to babysit drunk Avengers once more. Last time they played a drinking game Steve almost lost an eye when Scott decided to try Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve calmly said, “Remember last time? Scott you-”

“Oh what did the little nuisance do?” You pouted, “Ants are such strange and unneeded creatures.”

“Strange, yes but unneeded … that’s a big no.” Scott said walking closer to where I was sitting. “And for the record, let’s just say tequila and archery don’t mix.” Scott said as he mock wiped the conversation over with his hands.

“Besides, who says bug boy’s sister could even keep up with us?” Scott scoffed. “She’s probably one drink and done.”

“Oh jesus.” Peter groaned collapsing onto the ground beside the chair, “Can we not talk about my sister’s life?”

“You’re just sad that you’re a lightweight.” You shot back at your brother before turning towards Scott again, “You’re looking at the current record holding in drinking games. I’m so legendary at college that Peter’s child friends know all about me.”

“It’s true! She drank so much she almost had alcohol poisoning.”

“If drinking was a career I would be fucking rich and the best. I can drink the strongest vodka straight vodka only.”

“Do they know all about you for your drinking or because of the tea parties you like to throw behind closed doors?” Scott said narrowing his eyes at me and running his eyes over me. Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You did not just accuse my sister of being a whore!” Peter shouted almost in rage and turning red.

Steve and Bucky grabbed the seething young Parker holding him tightly as to ensure the oddly strong boy from swinging. The team shifted uncomfortably at the entire time Y/N and Scott were bantering.

“Holy shit the sexual tension has grown.” Tony said as he made his reappearance, “FRIDAY informed me the words ‘drinking games’ was used at some point.”

“Of course alcohol would bring you back.” Bucky said rolling his eyes.


“Feels like a frat party with the sexual tension. Impressive given it’s only two people.”

“I need alcohol.” You moaned before opening your backpack to pull out a bottle of vodka. Everyone in the room froze at the sight before you looked down at it, “I was taking it to a girls night but I’m going to need it here.”

“Oh god, my sister is an alcoholic.” Peter muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

“I’ll grab the glasses and three more bottles.” Tony said whisking away to the bar that sat in the back of the room. You saw Steve and Bucky share knowing glances “we’re in for a long night.”

“Did that Thor guy leave any of that strong alcohol from wherever he comes from?” You asked getting looks from everyone. Peter had to take another glance at you in slight shock.

“How the hell?” Peter, “You drink alcohol like water. Holy fuck”

“Like a wise man once said, ‘that’s my secret, I’m always mad’”

“Wait you’re drunk all the time?” Steve exclaimed.

“No. I just like the quote.” You laughed, “I’m tipsy like forty percent of the time.”

“So you are an alcoholic. This explains a lot of things actually. “ Peter said kind of just shrugging it off.

“Alright children. Now we know everyone here is either a drunk, a pansy or just a weirdo we can get down to the important stuff. What game are we playing?” Tony asked coming settle back between all of us.

Scott’s hand shot up. “Really Scott, none of us are in pre-school” I quipped back.

“Ok alkie, I say we play something that’s a little unconventional and a little old school. For all the old people in our presence. Cap and Bucky I’m referring to you.” Scott said as he flashed a pointer finger their way, “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”

“So did that hot guy leave his magic drink here?” You questioned tilting your head, “I want to see a tipsy Stucky.”

“Stucky?” Majority of the room questioned while Tony held up the bottle of Asgardian liquor. You gestured over to Bucky and Steve. They awkwardly looked at each other with disgust before shuffling away.

“Why do you look disgusted punk?!” Bucky exclaimed looking quite offended at his best friend, “I’d be the best lay you ever had, everybody wants a piece of me. I can do wonders with my-”

Most of the room wrinkled their noses and quickly shook their heads make Bucky even more offended.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece.” You said taking a swing of your vodka while bringing your eyes over the supersoldier slowly, “Actually a Stucky threesome…mhm.”’

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter screamed.

“Damn, you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it” Scott said giving me a thumbs up while looking over at Cap and Bucky. “Actually that would be pretty interesting to see. Could I take photos? I think Tumblr would have a field day?” Scott asked pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I feel objectified.” Steve trailed off looking towards an equally awkward Bucky, “Bucky and I would never have a threesome.”

“No.” You sighed, “You two like the world thinking you’re clean missionary boys. I see the truth. You two are dirty freaks in the sheets. With each other.”

“OMG! Y/N SHUT-UP! I CAN’T…JUST…WHO ARE YOU EVEN?” Peter asked completely mortified. I should feel bad turning his childhood hero into some raunchy soccer mom’s fantasy, but I didn’t feel bad. I rather enjoyed it.

“Who wouldn’t want to see that? Two super soldiers having kinky super sex. That’s porn gold. I agree with (Y/N). There are hidden secrets there. Which means we are playing truth or dare, no objections.” Scott pronounced as if a lightbulb went off. It seemed like a grand idea. Peter was red in the face, Stucky was mortified but not completely objecting.

“Y/N I’m going to need that alcohol.” Peter groaned reaching towards the bottle. You literally hissed pulling it closer to you.

“Get your own bottle.” You glared taking a another swig of it, “Did you think I was going to share with my friends?”

“Oh have pity on the poor kid, I think you’ve emotionally scarred him.” Tony said passing a bottle of vodka and a glass to Peter. Peter grabbed the bottle silently thanking Tony. As he poured himself a glass he looked back over at you. You silently mouthed the words “I will kill you.” You made a mental note to slap Tony later.

“So now the question is who wants to go first?” I asked in a sauntering tone looking over at Steve and Bucky. Silently begging them to go first.

Steve facepalmed not wanting a minor drinking but if he was Peter he wouldn’t already drunk by chugging a bottle. He looked over to Bucky as his eyes slowly up up and down Bucky’s body. Feeling a gaze Bucky glanced over making both the men awkwardly shift and look away.

“Stop it.” Bucky grunted glaring away. Steve nodded before gluing his eyes at the group. He didn’t even look when he felt Bucky’s eyes give him the once over.

“Seeing as you’re the guest and a female, it’s only appropriate if you go first.” Steve said trying to remain calm, cool and collected. You could see him trying to keep his eyes focused on anything and everything. You were taking mental notes of the glares and once overs Bucky kept passing his way.

“Alright we’re going to play it the way my friends and I do.” You announced as everything sat on chair in a circle, “We mash it up with Never Have I Ever-”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Let me explain.” You glared over at him, “What you do is when a player decides truth…everyone else takes a drink if they’ve done that the player is asked.”

“Oooh I like this.” Tony approved.

“If Peter said truth and I asked him if he’s ever pissed himself all the others players who have will take a drink.”

“I get it.” Steve nodded understanding.

“Nat the every quiet spy…truth or dare…” You smirked.

“Truth.” She cooly answered.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever given head.” You said, “Was it less than ten minutes.”

“A minute longer. He was average.”

You picked up your drink and took a swig causing Peter to shudder and nearly take a swig but he didn’t want to accused of doing…that. He was straight. You were surprised when Scott took a swig.


‘What?” Scott asked, “It was college! It was a dare that gave me a thousand dollars. I needed it!”

You just shot a smirk Scott’s way as you leaned back in the chair. He had peaked your curiosity. You felt Peter’s eyes shift to you as he shook his head. He waited for the next person to speak before taking a huge swig of his drink.

“Ok, Peter …the innocent and golden boy, Peter Parker.” Nat smirked and you could see a devious glint cover her face. You saw Peter turned red and you just prepared yourself to take a big enough swig to get past whatever was about to come out of your younger brother’s mouth, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Peter practically squeaked out.

“Have you ever thought about being a stripper?” Nat questioned leaning back against the couch.

“NO!” Peter shouted. You took a swig of your drink along with Wanda.

“What?!” Steve exclaimed staring at Wanda. You could tell that he saw her as a daughter by the parental tone of voice, “Wanda!?”

“Times were hard for my brother and I!” Wanda defended herself.

You pursed your lips understanding exactly why she had to do it following the death of her parents and just before she volunteered to that HYDRA thing.

“I actually did it a couple times.” You shrugged, “It was the month that Uncle Ben died and it hit Aunt Mae hard that we almost lost the electricity. So until she got back on her feet she thought I got a waitressing job.”

“That’s why you came home in sparkles.” Peter nodded to himself. He set his sights on Sam, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare. Bring it it bug.” Sam glared at him.

“Stand outside naked for three minutes.” Peter announced.

“WEEEAKK.” Scott shouted along with Sam and Bucky. Sam stripped before strutting out the balcony wiggling until he was leaning against the wall beside the door.

You didn’t happen to miss the way Steve and Bucky both watched Sam strip and walk out. Then turn back to each other and quickly divert their gaze.

“Scott, truth or dare?” Tony asked holding up his glass of scotch and taking a huge swig. Scott looked at you giving you a once over before turning to back to Tony. He stood up taking a deep breath before taking a long swig.

“Truth. You metal man. Hit me!” He exclaimed, he made it no secret that the liquor was starting to hit him. You just giggled watching the antics.

“When you first had sex, did you suffer from premature ejaculation?” Tony just sat there as if his question was every bit normal. Everyone looked at Scott. There was a unanimous yes that filled the room and you noticed Tony, Steve and Bucky all taking a swig of their drink.

“For the record, No I didn’t. That has never been an issue. But nice to know all the big men in the room have to compensate.” He scoffed and just mumbled something under his breath.

“Y/N…truth or dare sweetcheeks?” Scott smirked looking over at you. You chuckled before leaning forward.

“Dare…bitch.” You laughed returning his smirk.

“Kiss someone of the same sex.” Scott grinned. You shrugged before looking towards Nat.

“You single?” Nat hummed in response, “Wanna make out like teens?”

Nat laughed before coming over to you swaying her hips as she walked over. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of the back of your chair and whispered in your ear. You could feel her lips running over the shell of your ear, down your earlobe and softly but barely across your jaw. She pressed her body a little bit closer to yours before straddling herself on top of you. You took her hands and pressed her face closer to yours. “Let’s give em a show” you whispered and she happily nodded, “Peter go to the kitchen for a minute, we both don’t want to have this happen with you in the room.”

Nat ran her fist in your hair while you kissed with furiosity. You let a small kiss escape your lips as you battled for dominance and Nat took that moment to slide her tongue inside. Both of you exploring and devouring each other. You could feel her hands sliding down your chest and above the hem of your pants. You moved your lips to her neck biting, teasing, sucking while your hands made their way to her chest. You felt Nat starting to grind against you. She let out a soft moan and you gave her neck one last bite before capturing her lips once last time.

Pulling back you saw the shocked expressions on everyone along with all the men besides Tony looking mighty tighter in some areas. You straightened your shirt as Peter walked back into the room without looking at you or Nat.

“I had a girlfriend in college.” You waved off the questions, “Bucky…dearest Bucky. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Bucky said giving you a look.

“I’m not even sorry about this.” You shrugged before fixing your eyes on Steve too, “I dare you to…lick Steve from his neck…past to his navel and just slightly above his the elastic band of his boxers. Make it like you’re seducing him.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. You could see both of them tense up and squirm a little bit at the dare. “Guys, we don’t have all night the clock is ticking.” I said teasingly.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a dare and I damn sure won’t start now.” Bucky said as he stood up. “Trust me pal?” He asked Steve placing out his hand for Steve to grab it.

“Always” Steve said as he started to take off his shirt. “No let me.” Bucky whispered.

Bucky gently placed his hands against Steve’s and pushed it back down to his side as he softly smiled. He snaked his hand down his chest playing with the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss on his neck. “Just enjoy” Bucky whispered in his ear, just a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steve’s eyes closed shut, almost uncomfortably. It took both of the men a minute to let go of the tension. As Bucky started to kiss on Steve’s neck you saw his eyes become less tight. His hands made their way into Bucky’s hair gripping at the chestnut strands. Bucky was biting Steve’s neck just enough to feel a little pressure. He ran his metal arm underneath Steve’s shirt. The cold metal was a nice contrast against Steve’s boiling hot skin. He felt Bucky’s fingers dancing on the waistband of his pants … right above where things were starting to get a bit to tight. Steve and Bucky seemed to forget about everyone in the room as Bucky ripped open Steve’s shirt. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest teasingly over his hardened nipples which made Steve moan slightly.

“Fuck Bucky” Steve moaned out as Bucky started to lick and kiss his way down. He stopped at Steve’s nipples taking a moment to kiss, suck and lick. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s hair tightened and you heard a moan escape the brunette’s lips. Bucky dropped to his knees in front of his best friend and Steve looked down at him through lust blown eyes. Bucky kissed and licked his way down from Steve’s nipples to his navel dipping his tongue inside. He made it a point to trace the outline of each ab…nipping and biting. He made his way to Steve’s pants tugging them down just enough to expose that glorious v-cut and make you wonder how much more he needed to pull down to expose Steve’s cock. Bucky took his mouth and traced the v-cut on each side. He teasingly and softly kissed right above the line of Steve’s pants. He bit it softly, sucking just a tiny bit. He only pulled away when he noticed a purplish-blue mark forming.

“Told I could do wonders” Bucky smirked into Steve’s ear as he stood back up and went to go sit down.

“Sweet jesus fuck.” You choked out shifting in your seat, “Nat they made us look like inexperienced school girls. It was hot as hell, I think I need shower…or a man.”

“I cou-”

“I said man. Not Ant.”

“Man is in my n-”

“Mhm. We’ll see.” You trailed off taking him in before deciding if it could happen, “So is Stucky going to happen?”

“I think it is.” Peter said staring harshly at the wall, “I’m not innocent anymore.”

The night turned into a long drinking game with two bottles of Asgardian liquor was finished by the drunk supersoldier. Clint waved to everyone, nobody was sober enough to notice, as he felt a rather large need to video chat his wife. Everyone was really drunk.

“Scott…t-ruth or daaaree?” You asked not knowing who was left in the room. You could see him staring right at you and not looking like he was going to answer, “Scott are you listening?”

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…? See you in my dreams sweetheart.” Scott answered before he passed out on the couch.

That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up in the room surrounded by people but nothing really woke you up until you noticed you were cuddling with Scott and liking it. Suspiciously Steve was absent from the room but Bucky was crashed still on the couch he had take to.

“Wait, where are my clothes?” Sam asked looking down at his chilled naked body.

DO YOU WANT A PART TWO? WHERE THE AFTERSHOCKS FOR STUCKY HAPPENS?! LET US KNOW

Originally posted by dan-tomlinson

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