drunk on ego

i had a dream that i had a Friend Group over for games and drinks and stuff and right in the middle of talking to this girl (whom my mind fuckin made up) i just sat there for a second blanking bc I was staring at her face and then i was like “i’m sorry you’re just. REALLY pretty” and everyone around me was like sara cmon pull it together

Clubbing aus for your clubbing au needs

- I’ve been touching your butt for the past half hour but I swear the first five minutes were accidental

- you’ve been grinding on all my friends but not on me it’s been four hours I’m drunk my ego is hurt I want an explanation

- you’re obviously interested in me but I am a socially awkward person who doesn’t even dance please stop touching my butt

- I didn’t know it would be a fancy dress night

- I didnt know it wouldn’t be a fancy dress night

- I am interested in you but you are surrounded by hyper protective and slightly scary Drag Queens with very high heels

- we’ve been taking turns at the pole and end up dancing together and it’s quite a bit indecent

- this fun-ruiner has been obviously bothering you all night and you don’t have anyone to give you a way out so I’ll make out with you in the name of Justice

- oh man I love this song so much lemme sing it dramatically at the top of my lungs while standing in the middle of the dance floor

- you keep taking me back to the dance floor but I really need to pee
— I end up dragging you with me to the toilets to explain the situation and you start passionately making out with me
—- I am really enthusiastic about this development but am also about to pee on myself
—— Is2g if you’re not there when I get out of the loo I’m gonna be pissed off
——- I am pissed off

- all my friends are leaving and we all came in the same car but I don’t wanna let go of you

- you???! here??!?!??!? what how

- I thought you came in with a significant other but apparently it’s a platonic significant other

- I came in to get my friend/sibling to come home but I saw you (long time crush/very positive first impression)

- you keep knocking down stuff and people let me be your support

- you’re drunk or high or both and keep saying things

- your fake id looks so fake I can’t believe you paid someone for that

- I’ve known you for years and have never ever seen you moving like that I feel betrayed

- we came here on my suggestion but apparently you’re on a first name basis with every staff member

- I was supposed to chaperone you but I apparently am your kryptonite; I would like to be sorry but I really am not

- getting out to make out properly and ending up engrossed in a very deep conversation until 7am; the club is closing and all our friends are various shades of worried and pissed off

After the Rain

Summary:  When the weather gets in the way of something Gabriel needs to do, you remind him he has everything he needs right at home.  

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/tags: fluff

Word Count: 2428

Author’s Note:  This was written for @becaamm who I thought could use some fluff right now.  If nothing else, I hope this can be a happy little distraction for you. <3

It was written using April’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt:

He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day.

This one didn’t make it through my betas.  Apologies for any mistakes.  

GMC tags:  @lacqueluster   @archangel-with-a-shotgun  @ashiewesker  @revwinchester  

All the tags:  @girl-next-door-writes @sumara62 @fand0maniac @feelmyroarrrr @omgreganlove @jannalionheart  @baritonechick

Gabe tags:  @theblackenedsky @bloodstained-porcelain-doll  @pepperwoodatnight @samikitten


He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day.  It wasn’t just any day.  Today was the day.  The one where he desperately needed everything to fall into place.  As usual, the universe refused to cooperate, causing the thread of what made him an archangel to begin to fray, drawing a little more of the innate, primordial being to the surface.  

That was how you found him, staring out the sliding glass door to the deck, glowering fire and brimstone down upon the first gloriously sunny day you’d had all week.  

“Uh, Gabe?”  You’d sounded confused and more than a little wary, though the caution your words carried wasn’t the kind where you recognized the inherent danger in him.  It was where you wondered if he hadn’t somehow slipped out, drank a liquor store in your absence, and now you were going to have to keep him entertained or spend the rest of the day hiding the existence of Sparkle Fingers (his drunk alter ego aptly named for his tendency to zap things indiscriminately) from the rest of suburbia.  

Unbeknownst to you, what he was looking at was halfway across the world and under the threat of taking on some serious water.  Sure, he could snap his fingers and there’d be clear skies again, but it was one thing to clear up a little rain storm and completely another to wipe out a category four typhoon.  The latter might draw a little more attention than he hoped considering he was technically still in hiding.  Though that was mostly from the Winchesters at your insistence since the Brothers Grimm had already gotten you both respectively killed during the apocalypse.

Gabriel hadn’t argued considering how painful it had been resurrecting you once, not to mention how nearly devastating to most of North America.

“Is something wrong?” You continued when he didn’t respond.  He turned, forcing himself to rein in his vexation as he made an attempt at a convincing smile.  The excuse he gave sounded hollow to his own ears, though his tongue was more talented with those than the even weaker attempt at reassurance that followed.  The way you continued to regard him like you were trying to remember where you kept the holy oil suggested he hadn’t been very successful.  

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You know what you have to do right?” She purrs, smoke drifting from her curved lips. “You have to choose right now. You can either continue to fuck up any chance of happiness that comes your way and complain when things don’t work,” she levels me with a hard stare and smirks. “Or let it go. And realise that not everyone is going to treat you how he did, try to hope this one could be different and that I won’t have to pour you a drink if he turns out to be like the others.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write // advice from my alter ego

anonymous asked:

Here's something to help distract you. Imagine literally any (or all) of the egos drunk. Will being impossible to understand because his speech is already slurred enough, but he also doesn't shut up. Google doesn't look drunk, but he gives wrong answers and glitches more. Dark trying to be charming, but instead using cheesy pick up lines. Host reverts back to his Author days, loud and crass and carrying a bat. Idk for the others

Okay but i love this??? Especially dark Cuz i imagine him just laying on the table Trying to be sexy with his shirt half off while he attempts to hit on wilford but Then the table breaks And host just fucking loses it. Like hes literally on the Floor crying of laughter.

anonymous asked:

(Familiar Anon): Did you know that familiars are a sign of a powerful witch?

Like having a familiar? I did not know that. :) thank u for boosting my drunk ego though haha in all seriousness, Binky was my familiar in life and I like to think that he remains as my spirit guide in his death. I have two other rabbits and I am not sure either of them are my familiar.

honestly…… i can’t stand when my drunk alter ego eats all of my snacks!! i open my cabinet fully expecting some yummy rice crackers but nope drunk me just had to go and eat them now didn’t she!!!

Episode 11 of Yuri On Ice

  • Holy shit
  • How do I begin to describe it
  • Yuuri wants to win gold but he’s 21 points behind Yurio 
  • Did Kubo pull a Tutberidze and turned Yurio from Yulia Lipnitskaya into Evgenia Medvedeva? Tanos?? Rippon quads?? The fuck??
  • 118.56 only exists if you’re drunk on Yurio’s ego 
  • The songs these skaters used made the competition look like an exhibition gala
  • Better yet, the Eurovision Song Contest
  • Thankfully this episode got in touch with reality when JJ bombed his program
  • Nobunari Oda sounded much more subdued doing commentary in the anime, he actually tends to lose his shit when he’s doing real skating commentary 
  • Otabek Altin will get the first GPF medal for Kazakhstan 
  • Denis Ten who
  • Is Yuuri retiring after the free skate or not 
  • Kubo what are you doing 
  • Who in their right mind would end their career in the middle of the season - oh wait
  • But at least he wants to show his and Victor’s love to the world
  • I do wonder if Kubo knows stuff we don’t know but either way that’s pretty cool. Go Kubo!

Hi guys! I wrote a drabble/fic very quickly loosely based off this prompt:

“YOU’VE BEEN GRINDING ON ALL MY FRIENDS BUT NOT ON ME IT’S BEEN FOUR HOURS I’M DRUNK MY EGO IS HURT I WANT AN EXPLANATION” found it HERE 

So you know, why not write another Rave fic. lol. so  I hope you enjoy, I didn’t attempt to tag because I don’t feel like crying right now..siiigh.  

 Rave, Round 2

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Harvard (part 6)

Sorry this took so long…

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5

[The following morning I wake up to my head using his bicep as a pillow, and his nose still dangerously close to mine.

Shit.]

Shit shit shit.

I climb out the bed and wince as he begins to shuffle, hoping he won’t wake up. I watch him, frozen on the spot, as he turns over and places his hands under the pillow, cuddling his face into it. I have to admit, he looks pretty adorable. I blush as I stare at his soft pink lips and remember how amazing they had felt last night. I shake my head and snap out of it, picking up a few stray items of clothing from the floor and gathering them in my arms as I make my way to find Arizona or Alex and devise an escape plan.

I find Arizona in the kitchen, happily humming to herself whilst making everyone coffee. She smiles, wide and bright as always, in spite of her obvious hangover.

“Hey!” she chirps. She looks down to see me clutching my heels, jacket and bra. “Ooooohhhh, you look guilty.” It’s as if she’s just heard the juiciest gossip of the year.

“Of what?!” I go on the defence, obviously.

“I could literally take a picture of you right now and use it as a definition of walk of shame,” she explains, laughing a little. She stirs a couple of sugars into two of the coffees. “Do you and your lover boy want coffee?”

“He’s not my lover boy, shut up! And no, I don’t. I want to get out of here… are you coming?”

“No. Come upstairs, we’re having coffee. Alex has just gone to buy bacon sandwiches so go wake Owen up…”

“I’d rather not, he looks like he’s tired,” I half-lie. He does look tired, but that’s not the reason I don’t want him to wake.

Arizona is in that mood where she won’t take no for an answer and as we climb the stairs to Meredith’s room, I hope conversation will steer clear of last night. I step through the door to a big, open room with a huge double bed underneath a large bay window. Meredith is still in the bed, propped up on the white metal frame with some pillows. Close to the bed is a coffee table with two beanbags nearby, one being occupied by Callie who’s curled up and wearing what looks like 4 or 5 layers. Arizona places the coffee tray carefully next to her and casually flops into the empty bean bag.

“Mornin’,” Callie groans.

“Hmmmm,” I grumble back. “Does anyone else feel like the last round of shots were completely unnecessary last night?”

Nobody answers but they all raise their hands in agreement, nodding.

Meredith pats the bed next to her and pulls the coves up for me to join her. “Where’s Owen?”

“Still asleep,” I dismiss.

“Is there a particular reason for him to be so sleepy?” Meredith teases as I shuffle over on the bed to share her pillow.

“No,” I curtly say. She thoughtfully narrows her eyes at my rudeness but drops it.

“Hey Shep! You’re up! Here,” Alex greets, throwing me a wrapped bacon sandwich as he strolls into the room and collapses sideways across the foot of the bed, handing the others their orders. “Where’s Owen?”

“Ugh, he’s asleep! Leave him be,” I mutter.

“Actually, I’m not.” His voice causes my heart to jump into my throat. I avoid looking at him but divert my eyes directly into the suspicious gaze of Meredith. I inwardly curse and just stare at my bacon instead, the room becoming white noise to my guilt-ridden ears.

I silently pray he’ll sit next to Callie but he walks over to the bed, sits and rests his feet up on the covers next to me. His arm grazes against mine and I can’t help but look to the patch of burning skin where we’re connected. I peer up from under my brow, curious as to what he is concentrating on- Callie, who I think is reminding the room of the karaoke attempts from last night, or me. It’s me. He’s watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his purposefully close proximity, and he smiles as (of course) the automatic blush creeps into my cheeks. I’m so confused- a few hours ago he was cheating on his girlfriend but he’s acting as if nothing is wrong. I’m acting as if nothing is wrong. Perhaps we can convince ourselves we did nothing wrong…

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goldcaught  asked:

kc + - you’ve been grinding on all my friends but not on me it’s been four hours I’m drunk my ego is hurt I want an explanation

Her ego was healthy.  Ask anyone that knew her, and they would tell you that.  It wasn’t too over-inflated or anything, but it was definitely healthy.

               And as far as Caroline was concerned, there was nothing wrong with that.

               And really, it wasn’t like she needed some guy to dance with her to know she was attractive.  She already knew that.  She was tall, blonde, and pretty much the textbook vision of modern day attractiveness.  

               And even if Klaus did have cute dimples and an accent that might, on rare occasions, make her contemplate doing naughty, naughty thinks to him with her mouth… well, that didn’t mean she needed his appreciation to feel good about herself.  She wasn’t insecure seventeen year old Caroline anymore.  She was twenty-one, a future graduate student, and knew her own worth.

               “You’re staring at him, Gorgeous.”

               She turned her gaze away from the dance floor, where Klaus was dancing with the Petrova twins, and really?  They remembered they had boyfriends, right?  Because they were letting him get way too handsy.  Instead, her gaze landed on Enzo, who had been her best friend since they met in first year Stats class, and he surveyed her closely.  Whatever he saw in her face made him decide to slide his drink to her, one of the fruity concoctions everyone mocked him for loving.  But his ego was even healthier than Caroline’s, and he’d never let a few jokes at his expense make him change his tastes.

               “His hands are safely on their waists, and no, you didn’t say it out loud, I just know you that well.”

               “Yeah, well…” she glared at Klaus once more as he twirled Katherine.  “She’s dating his brother.”

               “I thought you didn’t like Klaus Mikaelson. Something about him being a prat?”

               “A giant dick, actually – I’m not British, so don’t put your British slang in my mouth – and I don’t like him.  I don’t.”

               She practically inhaled the drink, hardly even taking the time to appreciate exactly how much like skittles the drink managed to taste while probably being approximately half alcohol.

               “Because you’re my best friend, I’ll ignore the golden opportunity for penis jokes that you just offered me in favor of telling you that trying to glare a hole in the man’s head is not the action of a woman that doesn’t care.”

               Caroline knew that, of course.  She really didn’t need Enzo pointing it out.  And if she had left an hour ago, this wouldn’t be an issue.  But now she was drunk and…

               Klaus had spent the past three months trying to convince her to go out with him, and now he was making cow eyes at the Petrovas of all people, and she wanted to know why, dammit!

               “Gorgeous, I know that look… are you sure you wanna do this?”

               Another time, Enzo’s words might have made her hesitate.  It was no secret that he was her biggest enabler; while others said Caroline, no, he was firmly in the Caroline, yes camp, and so over the years, she had learned that doing the opposite of what he told her would probably be a much more effective way of staying out of jail.

               But it wasn’t another time, and she was a little drunk, and Amara Petrova was totally pressing her boobs into him, and that just wasn’t a thing that was going to keep happening!

               It was Katherine that saw her coming first, and with widened eyes, she grabbed her twin and all but pulled her off the dance floor, completely ignoring Amara’s complaints.  Klaus turned to look at her, not looking at all surprised to see her, which made her grit her teeth.

               “Hello, Love.  Care to dance?”

               “The day I play replacement to Amara Petrova is the day hell freezes over,” Caroline replied coolly, although the effect was ruined somewhat when someone knocked into her, making her stumble forward into his arms.  Klaus caught her easily, and Caroline felt goose bumps rise where their skin came in contact.

               She had always reacted to him like that; it was one of the reasons she avoided contact with him.

               “A dance floor is no place to stand still, Caroline,” Klaus murmured into her ear, his breath warm on her skin, and he began to move to the music.  She found her own body moving as well, keeping time with his and the steady beat, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

               “Maybe I should go get Amara back out here for you,” she muttered in return, because she needed to be at least a little difficult, when she found her arms rising to tangle behind his neck.

               “Jealous, Love?” he returned, his fingers drifting to the skin revealed between her tank top and jeans.  She caught her breath at the contact, and when Klaus smirked at the sound, she tangled one of her hands in his hair and tugged, making his eyes darken.

               “I’m not the jealous type.  I will admit to confusions, though.  You’re not exactly subtle about your… preferences.”

               Their eyes caught for a moment, and Caroline felt heat flare between them, before she was twirled around and pushed against the wall that surrounded the dance floor, his lips sealing over hers.  Their bodies still moved against each other, but it was no longer to the beat of the music.  Instead, it was to the sound of their own racing hearts.

               “I’ve always stated my preferences very clearly,” Klaus agreed in a murmur against her lips.  “Although I must admit, I never really thought this would work.”

               “What would wor…” she trailed off mid- word, and her head shot toward Enzo.  But the cocky bastard wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

               “You got Enzo on your side,” she let out a hissing breath.  “How? Enzo never likes the guys that show interest in me… and Rebekah.  It was freaking Rebekah.”

               “Are you really going to let this ruin our evening, Caroline?  When we were finally getting along so well.”

               At first, she pressed her hands to his chest, planning on saying yes, that she was going to let it ruin her evening.  Only he was smirking down at her, like he expected just that, and if Caroline hated anything it was being predictable.

               So she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him in for a kiss, and decided that she could always kill Enzo tomorrow.

               For tonight, she would imprint herself on Klaus’ body until the thought of using a Petrova to even make her jealous was outside the realm of possibility.

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