after getting a bit tipsy

Bristle

Prompt: 2) Hinny dueling, set anytime post-battle. Cocky harpy vs. wipe-the-floor-with-you Auror? First summer trauma coping? The angst/fluff potential is endless

A/N: so this is a combo of the prompt ^ from @julxr4 and inspiration from @blvnk-art‘s grown up hinny fan art, particularly this comic.

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Harry’s pretty capable, as far as new fathers go.  No major injuries or illnesses to report, and he thinks James seems pretty happy, all things considered.  So when Ginny goes to spring training for almost a month, he does alright.  Aside from missing Ginny like – something he would miss a lot.  Sleep deprivation is not particularly conducive to similes.  Or grooming.  Between a full workload with the Auror Office and handling James on his own every night, certain things get shunted to the side.  And it’s a pretty easy choice if he’s deciding between shaving and taking a kip for a quarter of an hour.

Which is why Ginny comes home to her husband lying spread eagle on the floor with the tiniest Potter splayed across his chest, playing with his newly grown beard.  “Alright Potters?”

James claps his chubby hands and topples back against Harry’s now raised thighs in excitement.

Quickly, Harry catches James around his middle and soon enough has his entire family wrapped in his arms.  Ginny’s warm and firm under his hands, freckles and just a touch of sunburn across her shoulders, her chocolate eyes sparkling in that way that lets him know he’s not the only one who’s been lonely.

James pitches toward Ginny, his kiss overly wet and gummy, while Harry nuzzles her damp hair.  “We missed you.”

Ginny takes James into her arms, showering him with kisses before using her free hand to scratch at Harry’s beard.  “This is new.”

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Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.

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Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

BTS Reacting to seeing you Tipsy for the first time/you becoming more flirtatious

Kim Namjoon would take it in stride, chuckling that you were that tipsy, and that your walls came down so quickly after a few drinks. He’d enjoy your touchiness, and probably get a little bit tipsy himself, to be on the same level as you. “Damn, Y/N, if I’d had known you were going to be like this after a couple of cocktails, I would have taken you out a long time ago.”


Jeon Jungkook would be taken aback by your sudden flirtation, especially since he had never seen you this open before, not really knowing what to do with himself. He definitely wouldn’t try to stop you, though, loving the affection you were suddenly showing him. “Did I ever tell you how much I like you, Y/N?”


Park Jimin would be smiling and laughing along with you, sipping on some wine as well, touching your hips after you dared to touch his shoulders, the alcohol making you looser, and more willing to attempt to flirt. “You’re so funny when you’re drunk, why did I never know how giggly and touchy you could be?”


Kim Seokjin would chuckle that this was his first impression seeing you a little intoxicated, but once you started to touch him sensually, he would take your drink from you gently, wanting to make sure you were still in the right mind set. “I like you a lot, too, Y/N. I just want to make sure that you know what you’re doing when you touch me like that.”


Jung Hoseok’s face would light up with humor and laughter once he caught sight that you had had a little to drink, and he would definitely play along with your shenanigans. Once you started to place your hands over his skin with a sensuality he had never seen from you before, though, he’d get a little bit cocky. “Y/N, if I would have known you’d be this close to me with some drinks in you, I should’ve taken you to this karaoke bar I’ve been hoping to ask you out on a date to.”


Min Yoongi most likely would joke about how clumsily you danced around with the alcohol in your system like that. As soon as you made your move to be within his bubble, his face would turn serious, but with a burning arousal. “I’ve wanted you to touch me like that for a long time, Y/N. But before we do anything, I either need to be as tipsy as you, or we need to sober you up.”


Kim Taehyung would be as giggly with you, having had a couple of drinks himself, but not quite on the same level of intoxication as you. The signs of you approaching him in a more sexual manner than usual would take him off balance at first, but then he would turn off his cutesy side, and turn on his sensual side as well. “Damn, Y/N. I never knew things could be like this between us.”

CLANDESTINE | Teacher! AU | Jimin X Reader | Smut | Part 6

Mature content ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thanks for reading!

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

When Taehyung said his party was going to be huge, he meant it. The living room, and the garden, was filled with dancing and grinding bodies, every one of which had a cup of alcohol in hand. There was a group of guys smoking joints on the stairs, and there was a game of spin the bottle on the kitchen floor.
Giggling to yourself, you laid back on the couch. You had been dancing and drinking like everyone else, enjoying not thinking of your damn teacher for a little bit. But after you surpassed tipsy, you began getting a little too light-headed for dancing, so here you were, on the couch.
You sniggered away to yourself, laughing about everything and nothing all at the same time. It was undeniable that you were the typical giggly drunk, and you knew for a fact that the more intoxicated you got, the clingier you got, and, in most cases, the hornier you got.
So you had been having a great time while you were able to stand with ease, and then you were having a great time by yourself on the couch. But then he came into your head, then one with the big brown eyes, the smooth hair, the really good ass…
Damn! Why couldn’t Jimin leave you alone? You had thought being drunk would temporarily erase him from your mind, but clearly that was not the case. Folding your arms over, you scowled at the floor. Why was he even bothering to stay away from you? You were great? If you were a guy, you would totally have that.
These were the thoughts that swirled around your hazy mind. Alcohol and you weren’t the best of mixes, you had decided the last time you had been drunk.
Pulling out your phone, you fumbled across the keypad, trying to unlock your phone. When you finally succeeded, you went into your contacts, and there it was: Jimin’s number, which he had given you after your endeavours a few day ago.
Blinking in the harsh light of your phone screen, you began to send him messages.
You: U kno what?! imm havn a grett tIme @ tahyungg’s party.
It only took a moment of you staring at the sent message, before Jimin replied. Funny. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you to text him.
Jimin: Are you drunk?
You rolled your eyes at the message. Stupid Jimin, you thought, trying to keep me under control.
You: yee, i am actually. nd i am grETt, thnk u v muucch.
You paused for a moment, before following up the message with:
You: nd I’m veryyyy horni, so imma goo find tahyung, a=nd get w him.
To finish it off, you ended with a blunt:
You: have a go0d evvning, mr parkkk!
Smiling at your phone screen, you nodded your head. That’ll show him.
If you had not been so drunk, you obviously would not have done this, but in your intoxicated state, it was just so incredibly amusing.
Almost immediately, Jimin replied to your rather incoherent messages.
Jimin: Taehyung? The one who invited you to the party?
Jimin: Does, ‘get with him,’ mean what I think it does?
Jimin: Don’t go anywhere
You giggled at his responses. Apparently, it was not as hard to win him over as you  had thought. Originally, you hadn’t intended on getting off with Taehyung, but now Jimin was in your head; so there was an increasing wetness in between your thighs.
A harmless make out session wouldn’t hurt, you supposed.
On unsteady legs, you got up from the couch, and began looking for Taehyung. You made it look like you weren’t though. Never would you make yourself desperate.
Eventually you found him, talking to a girl in a tight tank top and shorts that barely even covered her ass. You frowned at the tiny shorts, and absentmindedly hoped she wouldn’t catch a cold. It was October, after all.
Turning away from the pair, you poured yourself another drink (which you did not intend on drinking). As you took a sip of the alcohol, you felt a hand roughly caress your ass, and an arm wrapped around your waist.
Spinning round - almost too quickly for your blurry mind to handle - you found yourself in the arms of Taehyung.
'Hello, beautiful,’ he smirked. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and his eyes were glazed over ever so slightly. 'Would you like to dance?’ Taehyung asked, his neck hot against your neck.
Smiling coyly, you nodded. He lead you back through to the living room, which was still filled with grinding bodies. As the thumping bass of the music surrounded you, Taehyung began moving his body against yours. His hips rolled over yours, and you bit your lip, following suit.
You pulled him down roughly, and he attacked your lips with his own. He was a good kisser, you had to admit, but this kiss was different to the one you had shared with Jimin a few days ago. This was sloppy and heated, but with Jimin it had been- damn! You shouldn’t be thinking about your English teacher when making out with a hot boy!
So you increased the intensity of the kiss, a small moan slipping past your lips when Taehyung roughly grabbed your ass.
But then all pleasure was ripped away from you, when you were roughly yanked away from Taehyung.
Your eyes flew open, and you found your path blocked from Taehyung. Staring at the back of the guy who pulled you away from your make out session, you scowled furiously. You were about to give him a piece of your mind, when he spoke.
His voice was low, furious, and very familiar to you. 'Don’t touch her. Ever,’ he growled at Taehyung.
Your jaw hung slack as you came to the realisation that it was Jimin currently staring Taehyung down.
Before you could question how the hell he had found you, or before you could even try to get back to Taehyung, you were being dragged from the house. You struggled under Jimin’s iron grip, protesting, saying you wouldn’t go.
When you reached the main door of the house, you dug your heels into the carpet. 'I’m not going,’ you announced, shaking your head.
Jimin’s head whipped round to face you, and he shook his head. 'This is not up for debate,’ he firmly told you, before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you out of the house.
'Hey!’ you exclaimed, hitting him against the chest weakly (the alcohol had sapped your strength). 'What do you think you’re doing?’ you slurred, pouting in Jimin’s arms.
He didn’t look down at you as he carried you down the path, towards a car that you decided must be is. 'You’re drunk. This is for your own good.’
'Noooo it’s not,’ you whined, burying your face into his chest, tugging at his white shirt. 'I was about to get some action,’ you explained to Jimin, scowling and whimpering, 'You ruined it for me.’
Jimin set you down next to the car which was indeed his, and opened the door for you, motioning for you to get in. Stubbornly, you shook your head. 'I’m going back,’ you told him, attempting to make a beeline back, but he blocked your way.
'You’re not allowed to get any action whatsoever,’ Jimin growled, 'unless it’s from me.’
From the tone of his voice, it was clear that there was no way in hell that you were going to get back inside.
But it was worth a try.
Ducking under his arm, you tried to weave around him, but seeing as you were drunk, your mind was not in the condition to conduct that manoeuvre, so your movement was too slow.
Jimin simply threw you over his shoulder and sharply spanked your ass, promptly silencing the string of protests which had been falling from your mouth.
He set you down in the back seat of the car, and wrapped the jacket he had been wearing around your shoulders. Then he was closing the door, and climbing into the front seat of the car.
'Where are you taking me?’ you asked, yawning, the alcohol beginning to make you feel drowsy.
'I don’t suppose you want your parents seeing you in this state,’ Jimin stated, 'so you’re coming home with me.’
Pouting again, you laid down across the back seat. 'What if I said don’t want to?’ you questioned.
Jimin chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he began to drive. 'We both know you’d be lying.’
Mumbling, 'Bastard,’ you curled up on the backseat, yawning again.
The leather upholstery was surprisingly comfortable, and the car was so warm, Jimin’s jacket so soft, and the alcohol you had ingested so strong, that you couldn’t help but fall asleep - well, pass out would be the more appropriate word.
Your quiet snores were the only audible sound in the car, and Jimin simply sighed. To nobody in particular, he murmured, 'God, you’re a handful.’

Breda and Havoc have a bet running that Roy will make the first move between him and Hawkeye. 

The first time Roy and Riza kiss is at a New Year’s party at Breda’s, after Roy’s gotten a bit tipsy. It gets really quiet, and then Havoc breaks the silence by yelling, “It’s about damn time!” After that, Breda hands over the 200 cenz he owes Havoc.

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Preference #28: You're Friends & Make Out At A Party

Will: Party Rock Anthem played through the speakers, and you groaned. “This song was so overplayed, that I can’t even stand it anymore,” you told Will. He chuckled, taking a sip from his drink, “You can ask them to play a different song. You know that right?” he said, jumping a bit to the music. You nodded, starting to sway to the beat anyway, “I’m gonna get more of this punch. It’s really good,” Will shouted over the music, you shook your head hoping he knew it was probably laced with something. About 20 minutes later, you and Will were on the dance floor, he seemed to be getting a bit tipsy after his third cup. He actually tried to get more, but you refused to let him. “Y/N, you’re really pretty,” Will slurred a bit, “Have I ever t-told you that,” he said. You giggled a bit, making Will smile, he stroked your cheek. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said leaning down, and pressing his lips to yours. For some reason you didn’t object, mainly because you really liked Will even though he was your best friend. You kissed back, and soon the two of you were making out on the dance floor. After hearing a few whoops of holler, you pulled away. “Come on Will let’s get you home,” you told him while walking to the door. You really hoped he remembered what happened tonight.

Cole: You were sitting with a group of people just talking. You soon heard the familiar voice of Cole singing loudly with the people on the dance floor. “THERE’S A PARTY ON 5TH AVE!!” they all sang, you smiled, and started to hum along to the song. Cole danced up to you, trying to get you to dance with him. You were hesitant, mainly because you weren’t the best dancer. He started to shimmy in front of you, you reluctantly grabbed his hand to get him to stop. “Cole you out of all people should know I can’t dance,” you shouted over the music. He shrugged, and grabbed onto your waist, “Just let the beat carry you,” he shouted. You did as he said, and started dancing, “See you got it,” he said looking at you. You laughed as Gas Pedal started to play, this was one of those songs that came with it’s own dance, which you knew. The chorus came on, and you started to pivot on one foot while gas pedaling on the other. You stopped starting to laugh, Cole smiled, and kissed your cheek, in a friendly gesture. You smiled back at him, and he leaned down again, this time capturing your lips with his. Kissing him back, the two of you started to make out; you pulled away, blushing a bit. “Wanted to do that for a while now,” he said placing his hands on your waist as the two of you continued to dance.

Dalton: “I hate parties, Y/N!” Dalton shouted, digging the heels of his feet into the ground. “Dalton pleaseeeeee,” you said pulling on his arm, trying to get him inside the house. “Nope,” he said popping the “p” you let go of his arm, and crossed your’s while pouting. “That’s not going to work,” he said crossing his arms also. “Daltoonnn,” you said, hearing Rap God by Eminem blasting through the house as someone opened the door. He shook his head not budging, “I’ll make it up to you,” you told him. Dalton thought for a moment, “Promise,” he said holding out his pinky, you nodded hooking your pinky with his. “Come on,” he said walking to the door. The two of your got inside, and you started dancing to the music as Dalton sat down on the couch next to two other people who didn’t want to be at the party. You sighed, but continued dancing, some guy started to dance with you, which you didn’t mind. Dalton watched you from the couch, and glared as the guy started getting closer to you. He rolled his eyes getting off the couch, making his way over to you. “I was looking for you,” he said, you gave him a confused look since he knew where you were, but forgot about it, when Dalton’s lips collided with your’s. The guy left, and you kept kissing, you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. Releasing for air, you looked up at him, “Didn’t know you were the jealous type,” you said giggling. “Shut-up,” he said continuing to kiss you.

Dana: You were jumping up and down to the music, your best friend Dana was beside you, swaying a bit. “Okay, but what about Shakira?” he said, the two of you were talking about who was a better singer, Beyonce or Shakira. “Shakira is my girl crush, but Beyonce is a goddess, Dana” you told him. He narrowed his eyes, “Y/N, it’s Shakiraaa. Her hips don’t lie at all,” Dana countered back. You rolled your eyes, “I can’t choose,” you said defeated. He nodded, “Thank you,” he said, you laughed, and the two of you continued to dance. Birthday Cake, by Rihanna came on, this was a song that made your inner stripper come out; Dana knew this for a fact too. You started to roll your hips to the beat, and twerked when she repeated “cake.” Dana watched, then started dancing,  you soon ended up grinding on him, which he didn’t mind, it usually happened whenever you played the song. This time was different though, you turned so that you were facing Dana now. He was done holding back this time, so he grabbed your face and crashed his lips to your lips. You were taken by surprise, but ended up kissing him back; the two of you made out for a good 10 minutes. He pulled away, and pressed his forehead against yours, holding your gaze, “No more twerking alright,” he said making you giggle.

Gabe: “Look!” you shouted at Gabe, he wouldn’t even call you a bit tipsy, you weren’t even that; you were actually drunk. “How many drinks did you have? And why did you have them?” Gabe questioned. You smiled at him, and stroked his face, “Too many to count, and why the hell not,” you hiccuped. You had just broken up with your boyfriend, and Gabe took you to a party, to get your mind off of things. He sighed, knowing this was what you resulted to, drinking your feelings. “Y/N, you can’t drink away your feelings, so don’t do it ever again,” he said holding your head up so you’ll look at him. “I wanna dance,” you said pushing him off you, stumbling to the dance floor. Gabe chased after you, but he lost you in the sea of people. He sighed pushing past everyone trying to find you. “Looking for me,” you said pinching his butt. He jumped, and looked at you, “Okay we’re going home now,” Gabe shouted over the music. You pouted, “Stop being so grumpy, and kiss me,” you shouted back, bringing his lips to meet yours. Gabe kissed you back, fighting against his mind on whether to pull away or not. Of course it took him 20 minutes to think about it, he soon pulled away, and you caught your breath. “You’re a great kisser, I was literally tongue tied,” you shouted winking at him. Gabe blushed a bit, then groaned, he bent down, picking you up. “Gabe put me down!” you shouted, hitting his chest. He carried you out to the car, and placed you in the passenger side buckling you in. “I’m not taking you home like this,” he said getting in.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I want to request a fanfic of OTBS, where all the guys are having a birthday party for MC and they all get drunk, maybe a little suggestive? Up to your imagination please! Thanks a bunch!

You ran back to the office after receiving a call from Minato saying that there is an urgent meeting. You were feeling kind of frustrating because you wanted to go home straight after the interview. It is your birthday today and you definitely do not want to work late on your birthday. However, you can’t seem to avoid it today. You head straight to the meeting when you arrived and were surprise by popping sound when you open the door.

“Happy birthday, _____!” Everyone shouted.

You stand there in shocked and Shusei drags you into the meeting room. “Come on, say something. We did this surprise for you.” Shusei smiles sweetly to you.

“Thank you everyone.” You replied in tears.

“Birthday girl aren’t supposed to be crying. You will look ugly.” Chiaki teases.

“Or you want me to kiss your tears away?” Minato smirked.

“Pervert.” Kaoru rebuked.

“Stop teasing her. Otherwise the food is going to get cold.” Akiyoshi reminded.

Soon everyone start eating and drinking. Since it is already after work, there is sure plenty of alcohol around. Soon everyone get a bit tipsy and you tried to prevent them from falling.

“Are you tired from running around today for interview? I can give you a leg message.” Shusei said seductively when you tried to help him up from the floor. He then has you seated on a chair and removes your shoes before starting messaging you calf. Somehow his massage is making you nervous and you can feel your blood getting hot.

“That is not fair. I will give your other leg a massage.” Chiaki protested and makes his way unsteady toward you. He kneels down and starts massaging your other leg. However, you can feel his breathing so close and that make you feel more nervous.

“My legs are okay. You guys can stop.” You pleaded but Shusei and Chiaki ignore you. They even kiss your calf occasionally, making you blushed.

“Your shoulders look so stiff. Let me give you a massage.” Minato whispered into your ear. You jumped when you heard his voice as you did not even realized that he is standing behind you. You then feel his strong hands on your shoulders, giving you a deep message. It feels good but soon you feel his hands slip inside your shirt and you feel his warmth directly on your skin.

“Your hand must be tired from all the writing as well.” Kaoru whispered sweetly and took your right hand in his, then start massaging your hand. He even brings it close to his lips and starts kissing each of your fingers.

“What are you guys doing?” You panicked and closed your eyes in shocked.

“You look kind of hot. Why don’t I remove your clothing and give you a full body massage.” Akiyoshi said sweetly and place his hands on your shirt buttons. You can feel him slowly unbutton and slowly showing your bra to everyone.

“STOP!” You closed your eyes and screamed, while pushing everyone away.

“Ouch!” You screamed and when you open your eyes, you found yourself on the floor. Then everyone is looking down at you in surprise.

“Are you so tired that you fall asleep in the office?” Akiyoshi shouted.

“She must have a bad dream to scream so loud.” Shusei said and hold his hand for you. You take his hand and pull yourself up from the floor.

“Minato, are you giving her too much stress?” Chain asked teasingly.

“Of course not. She should be able to handle it.” Minato protested at Chiaki’s comment.

“You better don’t do it again. Boss is really mad.” Kaoru warned.

Was just now all a dream? Well, at least you think it is. Your clothes are on and everyone is busy with their work. No one will remember that today is your birthday. However, you can’t understand why you had such a dream just now. You shake your head and concentrate on your work.

At the end of the day, Shusei drags you in the meeting room. Everyone was there and there are plenty of food and drinks on the table.

“Happy birthday, _____!” Everyone shouted.

You got a shocked and can’t help but think about the dream you had earlier. Is it going to come true?

Calum Takes Care of You

background: after getting a little bit too tipsy and wandering off with the wrong person at a party, calum and the band come to your defense and take care of you.

a/n: i just wanted a tiny bit of calum fluff so xx

word count: 1316

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Being friends with the boys for a while, you were familiar and close to each other. Calum was the first one you knew as he had always helped you out in your math class since you were never too good at it, and you soon became great friends. After meeting him, you met the band, and you had been close ever since, but Calum was always your best friend.

You had a boyfriend even before the day you met Calum, and you had been friends with him for nearly five years now. Unfortunately, your boyfriend ended up breaking up with you after he was low enough to find someone else, and when the band heard a house party was happening, you all decided to go.

“Who’s even throwing this party?” Ashton asked as you all stepped toward the door.

“I don’t know, some guy named Justin or something. We went to school with him, I think,” Michael responded.

“Wait, Justin Pritchard?” Luke then asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael quickly reassured, “that’s him.”

“I’m getting a drink,” you said as you passed through the door, quickly running off to find where the alcohol was coming from in order to drown your sorrows. Calum kept his eye on you as he almost reached his hand out to pull you back, but he knew you were in a fragile state at the moment.

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Imagine: Sam Wilkinson-Too Drunk To Function

(A/N): I Know I Haven’t Written Something In A While, So I Wrote This Right Now. I Didn’t Spell Check, Just Warning You Guys. Hope You Guys Like It. Remember, I Love You Guys 😘😘😘

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It was my birthday and it literally felt just like a regular day. Honestly I hated celebrating my birthday, to me birthdays were just a reminder that your getting older. As I was watching reruns of Criminal Minds I felt my phone vibrate.

“Babe I’ll pick you up at 8:00, and wear something nice.” Sam was more excited about my birthday than I was.
“Okay. See you then.” I replied.
“Love you.”
“Love you too!”

It was already 7:00 and I needed to start to get ready, even though I honestly just wanted to stay home with Sam and cuddle all night. I began to choose an outfit, which by the way became a drag because I didn’t know what to wear. As indecisive as I was, I finally came across a cute little red wine-ish dress. I didn’t want to wear heels so I decided just to wear my converse. I looked at the clock and it was 7:50.
“Fuck!” I said to myself, I had ten minutes to do my hair. Since I didn’t have the time to curl it or straighten it, I decided to just put it in a bun and put my laced bow under it. I heard a honk coming from outside my window and sure enough, it was Sam. I ran downstairs and into the car.
“Hey babe.” I leaned in, and greeted him with a peck on his lips.
“Hey beautiful. Happy Birthday, again.” His little smirk gave me the biggest stomach whirls in the world.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. So before anything eels we have to pick up your present at Jack’s house.”
“Umm okay.”
“You don’t seem excited, what’s wrong .?”
“Nothing.”
“I know you hate celebrating your birthday but I want you to be happy. Be happy for me.?” He smirked again which made me go crazy inside.
“Maybe. As long as you stop doing that smirk thing you do, it drives me insane.”
“Good insane or bad insane.? ”
“Moderate insane.”
“Just smile. Please “
“Fine.”

As we pulled in to Jack’s house Sam made me put a smile in my face before we stepped in. We walked by the porch and knocked on the door. Jack finally opened the door after a couple minutes of continuous bell ringing and knocking.
“Hey (Y/N)! Happy Birthday.” He came in for a hug and then said, “come in, come in.”
Sam and I walked in and all of a sudden people came jumping out if no where and yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”
I automatically scram and yelled “WHAT THE FUCK!!” I was freakishly scared out of my mind. Everyone began to laugh including me. Through out the night I danced, drank and obviously had fun. After a bunch of tequila shots I began to get a bit tipsy.
“Hey (Y/N), want to dance.? ” a familiar voice spoke to me. I turned and it was Gilinsky.
“Sup Gilinsky! Haven’t seen you all night.”
“You didn’t answer my question .”
“Oh yeah sure!”
We danced, and dance until I fell flat on my face.
“Damn (Y/N)!! How many shots did you have.?”
” I don’t know I lost count after the 4th one.”
“Here let me help you up.”
“No it’s fine I got it.” I stumbled as I got up and slipped. I fell on top of Gilinsky, and before I knew it we were making out. I felt someone pull me from my shoulder.
“What the fuck is this (Y/N). ”
“Nothing.”
“THIS ISNT NOTHING!! THERE IS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING GOING ON HERE!!” He was so upset his face was red and his neck veins were popping out.
“Nope nothing’s going on.” I said giggling.
“WHATEVER!! SEE HOW YOU GET HOME (Y/N)!!”
“JACK WILL TAKE ME!!” I began to yell back.
“REALLY (Y/N)! WHILE YOUR AT THAT REMEMBER THAT YOU AND I ARE NO MORE!!”
“FINE!”
“FINE!”
He walked out of the party slamming the door and all you heard was his tires screeching against the pavement. He was gone.

mamatriton:

“Oh well, I suppose that one isn’t going to hurt too much. Plus, if you say that it tastes good then I’ll definitely have to try it!”

[He had very good tastes, after all.]

“Watching you get tipsy is a bit fun, I have to admit.”

“Is it fun?” He chuckled lightly, ordering two more drinks – one for each of them.

“Then join me.” He tossed her another playful wink.