drunk Jensen (i think he is drunk so i’m going to continue referring him as drunk)
Jensen and Misha singing Carry On My Wayward Son
their hands touching while singing said song
Misha showing everyone his pink undie
Jensen flashing Misha his own undie or what’s underneath his pants, and the crowd losing it internally because what Jensen gave was a private viewing for Misha only
Jensen looking like he wants to jump Misha then and there
Jensen intensely staring at Misha when it was a “little” discreet in their previous JIB panels
u can feel the vibe Misha is flaring with like he is making every conceivable effort -> not to encourage the crowd because while he normally teases the audience, he wasn’t drunk or too drunk -> to avoid eye contact with Jensen
u can almost hear Misha’s thoughts of “Jensen, please” “No. Jensen, no” “Please please please behave” “I’ll make it up to you after the panel just please don’t overintensify your dorkiness - the fans already know” “Don’t make me a parent to you, too”
Jensen being much in closer proximity with Misha (like a very protective *hem hem possessive* lover)
Jared’s face when Jensen picked up a chair and hefted it in the air “Jensen no no nO NO“ “dude i bow to you. you’ve beaten my crap now would you please tf calm down“ “jesus Jen, too much apple juice“
also: I saaaaaay
JIBcon8 was a riot
drunk!Jensen, J2M, Misha and Jared “parenting” Jensen
Victor was cut
off by his own hiccup and Yuuri sighed. A small smile was playing on his lips,
but he sighed anyway, just because.
Victor had promised to be pacing himself at the beginning of the banquet and it
was only an hour later that he stumbled over to Yuuri, slurring his name with a
thick Russian accent, the r rolling off his tongue in a way that made Yuuri’s
skin tingle just a little.
He wasn’t mad,
no. Victor deserved this. If he wanted to drink, he was free to drink, and in
the morning Yuuri will be there to pat his back and point out to him with a
smile that “I warned you this was going to happen.”
was gone, Yuuri noticed when his fiancé draped himself all over him, but the
rest of him was as immaculate as when they’d left their hotel room earlier that
night. Something stronger than champagne was sloshing in his glass, colouring
his cheeks and tainting his breath. He leaned over Yuuri’s back, hugging him loosely
from behind, glass pressed to Yuuri’s chest to keep from spilling in his
Victor whined into the side of Yuuri’s neck, breath hot on Yuuri’s skin and
making a shiver creep up Yuuri’s spine. “Why is no one dancing? This party
is so boring, let’s dance!”
been talking to Phichit and Celestino, shot them a look which could just as
well mean “I’m so sorry for this,” or “please don’t
comment”, or “see what I’m dealing with here, please help”. They
both smiled at him in amusement, absolutely no help at all.
right, Yuuri,” Phichit offered, the best friend he was, and Yuuri glared
at him. “This party is boring, go dance with your man.”
Thank you, Phichit!” Victor grinned, but his grin soon disappeared as he
frowned, turning to look at Yuuri. “Wait, what man? You have a man, Yuuri?
Why didn’t I know that?” He gasped, free hand flying up to his mouth.
“Are you che–” A hiccup
broke his dramatic sentence, but Victor seemed unfazed and continued as if
nothing happened. “–ating on
snickered at that and Victor looked at him, confused and betrayed, beginnings
of a pout curling around his mouth. His eyes crossed a little when he stepped
away from Yuuri. Yuuri didn’t give him a chance to pursue the topic, though,
taking Victor by the hand.
man, Victor,” he said, a little flush on his cheeks. “My only man,
He lifted his
free hand to remind him of the matching rings sitting proudly on their fingers.
Victor’s face immediately brightened into a grin.
he sung, hugging him close. “I love you so much! Marry me!”
Yuuri laughed a
little, hugging him back.
there.” He patted Victor’s back, plucking the glass from his fingers and handing
it over to Phichit. “Enough drinking for you tonight.”
fine,” Victor mumbled softly into his shoulder.
want to go back to our room?” Yuuri asked, trying to peer down at him and
blinking instead when his own eyes crossed from looking too close. He wrinkled
Victor pushed away from him. “I want to dance! Dance with me, Yuuri!”
He took Yuuri’s
hands and pulled, pulled, pulled, until Yuuri caved and let him lead him away
from Phichit and Celestino.
fun!” Phichit called after them, but Yuuri was too busy making sure that
Victor didn’t trip over his own legs, or worse, bump into anyone important in
They stopped in
the middle of the room, Victor twirling Yuuri around and Yuuri easily stepped
into it. He laughed softly to himself when Victor brought him back into his
arms. He was lead in a slow dance he couldn’t even name, it was probably just a
random mixture of everything and nothing, but when they slowly swayed from side
to side, their feet moving in sync even if they weren’t looking, Yuuri didn’t necessarily
really drunk, are you?” Yuuri said when Victor twirled them around as if
they were doing the waltz.
Victor smiled, a sheepish, adorable smile that melted Yuuri’s heart a little.
“Was it that obvious?”
back. “You haven’t stripped yet, so yeah, a bit.”
“I knew I
forgot something,” Victor mumbled to himself over a hum.
you’re not drunk, though,” Yuuri said, stepping closer to him and taking
the lead right out of Victor’s hands. He dipped him down, smiling into the
widened, but delighted blue eyes. “This way both of us will remember
tonight with no regrets.”
a happy, little laugh that made Yuuri’s fingers tingle with warmth.
he purred. “I never have any regrets when it comes to you.”
the warmth spreading from his fingers over his whole body, reaching deep into
his chest and setting it alight. They straightened, but before they took up the
dancing again, Victor leaned in to steal a kiss – a short, sweet press of lips
that ghosted over Yuuri’s like a promise of forever.
flushed, and smiled, and danced his man all over the banquet hall, drunk on
air, happiness and love, because no alcohol could ever give him what Victor had.