a single parent, you didn’t get out much. So when you DID get a babysitter, you
tended to compress months of nights out into one. Which often meant months of
alcohol all at once. Which often led to bad decisions. Isabel had gone to stay with your Mum for two
nights over New Year – neither of them would cope with any longer, but they’d
have a great time, and it gave you a little breather. You’d arranged with a group of friends to go
out on New Year’s Eve, and by 8pm you were all already well down a range of
brightly coloured overly sweet drinks and getting louder. They knew ALL about
your crush on Sebastian and all the thoughts you’d had about him (and you knew
about their crushes too), and things were definitely getting debauched.
So when you saw Sebastian with a group of friends
in the same bar, sensible decisions went out of the window. A clue to this was
when you stood up at your table, screeched at your friends, and pointed in a
not-very-subtle way across the bar, shouting ‘OH MY GOD IT’S HIM HE’S SO SEXY’.
There was no way he hadn’t heard, or indeed anyone in the bar. Or the
street. He looked over and waved and you collapsed back into your chair
shrieking and giggling.
Alex had been flirting with just about everyone at the party in an effort to forget the recent breakup he’d just gone through. All the alcohol he’d consumed wasn’t enough to numb the pain, no matter how much he pretended it didn’t. He thought he’d be okay to move on like an adult but bits and pieces of him were torn from the molding and he was starting to crack. He’s consumed enough to feel the slight buzz and before he’d known it he was in a room, feeling nothing but the warmth of the alcohol running through his veins. “Come on, just sleep with me, no one will know.” He begged, his words slurred with every word he released from his mouth.
Title: Letting Go // Holiday Collection: Christmas // Part of my 25+ days of Seventeenmas
Member: Wonwoo x Reader
Three hours ago when you had walked into Mingyu’s mansion of a house, you could have sworn that the ‘Christmas party’ was already in full swing. You had already been a couple of hours late, on account that your boss had managed to give you mandatory overtime.
The arch of lights that made a path to the entrance of his house flickered and then ran up to the house. It was almost as if the lights themselves were beckoning and encouraging you forward.
Hordes of people were dancing on the path and on his porch. Honestly, it seemed like the party was already at full swing. Finals were done, it was basically the day before everyone left and went back home; and yet, the booming music and dancing collection of students made you believe the alcohol was completely gone and they were all gone already.
But two hours later, you were still watching everyone from a corner. Watching drunken people wasn’t as boring as you would have thought. But even then, you were wondering where the hell the party host could be.
Then it was three hours, present time, and you still hadn’t seen Mingyu or any of his friends. Specifically, Wonwoo, he could always be found near Mingyu.
You had to be honest with yourself, the only reason you decided to come to a party you knew was going to be full of sweaty college students was because of Wonwoo.
Day 13: Zwei Day 14: STRQ team member - Taiyang really needs a Zwei cuddle some times, after all- Summers dead, Ravens gone, Qrow is an alcoholic, his oldest daughter is depressed after having her arm cut off by a mad man and his youngest daughter has done a runner to save the world…. thats rough buddy
For @laufeymoar for the USUK Secret Santa exchange. (Pinch hit!)
Have some body-swap shenanigans.
The nation in question whines and stares up at him with huge, puppy-dog eyes but really all England wants to do is shove that atrocious, multicolored disaster he calls a Christmas cake right back in his prat face. “Pleeeease. You’ll like it, I swear!”
England doesn’t even think the slice would be all that bad, but he refused the first time and America insisted and that was where things went sour. No, he has to refuse now on principal. “No.”
“So help me, America, if you do not remove yourself from my presence I will leave this party of yours.” He threatens, even though he doesn’t particularly want to leave. For one, America has gone all out on his selection of alcohol. And with the economy how it is, he’s rather fond of the generosity that is free liquor. If only he wasn’t so annoyed in the process of consuming it.
“C'mon,” America whines again, following him out onto the veranda despite New York’s winter chill. The garden below twinkles with lights and snow. “C'mooon.”
“No, no, and no.” England refuses, venom seeping into his voice. He wants to ignore the pest but his anger spikes. What is it about the holidays that turns America into a demanding child? He turns on his heel suddenly, prepared to give the man a piece of his mind.
Yet before his speech on manners, etiquette, and maturity can leave his mouth, he feels the ground slide out from beneath him due to a thin, invisible slick of ice. His back hits the railing, his drink falls from his hand, and suddenly America’s launching himself at him.
For the love of God… he slips on the ice too, collides with England hard, and they both go over the side.
They must hit the ground but later on England doesn’t remember it.
Kelsey knew that she had to face the music from the night before regardless. She didn’t know what to say and she badly needed a drink. But seeing how all her alcohol was gone that wasn’t going to happen for awhile. Instead she had finished talking to Ryder and he made a fair point, she needed to talk to him. Hugging the boy tightly, and thanking him she took off towards Kaydens room She went over a conversation over and over in her head but still couldn’t come up with the perfect wording. When she arrived in his room she must have beat him there because no one was in there and the door was open. Walking in she took a seat on his bed. She put her head in her hands and was talking to herself over what to say.
“This party is really lame,” Michael yelled over the loud music, leaning closer to Y/N’s ear. A classmate of theirs was throwing a house party, promising a lot of alcohol and music when they arrived, but all the beer was gone and Michael was nowhere near being drunk. To summarize: the party sucked. “Wanna ditch?” Y/N nodded, getting up off of the couch with her boyfriend and navigating their way through the sea of intoxicated teenagers.