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Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.

You tumbled out of the cab and stumbled up the driveway of your boyfriend, Chris’ house. It was 2:18AM and you had just finished up at your co-worker’s bachelorette’s party, a party where you got ridiculously wasted. The original plan was for you to spend the night at your own apartment- as it was closer to the bar you were at- but after the third round of tequila shots, your urge to see the ever-so-handsome Captain America had you arriving at his doorstep instead.

You pulled out your keys and fumbled with the lock for a while before you finally opened the door. The noise drew the attention of Dodger who was now on alert and ready to pounce on the intruder. He barked once then stopped when he saw that it was you, he padded towards you and nudged his head into your hand when you reached down to pat him. You struggled to get your heels off and winced when your keys and box clutch clashed against the hardwood floor.

“Shhhh!” You told Dodger and pressed your finger to your lips, trying not to giggle. “The fossil is asleep upstairs, we can’t afford to wake him up.” Dodger tilted his head in confusion. “I could use some Fruit Loops.” You said to no one in particular and made your way to the kitchen. “Dodger, do-” You glanced back and realized the pup had made his way upstairs. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Chris was aroused from his sleep thanks to the noises you were making downstairs. He turned on his bedside lamp and glanced at the clock, wincing at the bright light; 2:23AM. He could hear Dodger scratching at his door but it was only when he heard a loud crash that he scrambled out of bed. He opened the door and Dodger barked at him before racing downstairs. Chris followed him and caught sight of your keys, heels, and clutch making a trail towards the kitchen; the only room with some of its lights on. He entered to find you trying to pick up the broken pieces of your favorite Captain America drinking glass.

“Dodger, stay.” Chris instructed him when he saw him start towards you; you looked up at them, eyes wide like a deer in the headlines. “Don’t move, Y/N.” Chris instructed you but you moved anyway. “Y/N, just- stay.” He spoke to you like he would to Dodger and you stilled. “What are you even doing here? I thought you said you were going home.”

“I thought you said this is my home.”

“I see you had a great time at Carly’s party.” He commented with a light chuckle and you nodded with a wide grin. “Hold up.” He said and reached for the light switch and turned on all the lights in the kitchen so he could have a better view of where not to step. “C'mere.”

“But you told me not to move,” you pouted like a child.

“God, you’re wasted.” He chuckled; he could smell the alcohol on you as he scooped you up off the ground. “Okay, lemme see.” He sat you down on the kitchen bench and took your hands in his so he could examined them for cuts. “Did you cut yourself?” He asked when he couldn’t find any. “Hey,” he cupped your face in his hands, “are you hurt?”

“I missed you tonight.” You told him and wrapped your arms around his neck; he chuckled softly and hugged you back, kissing the side of your head. “I wish you could’ve been there with me, it would have been a lot more fun.”

“I wish I could’ve been there with you too.” He agreed and pulled back, brushing your hair out of your face. “So I could’ve kept an eye on you and made sure you didn’t get totally hammered,” he chuckled. “I’m honestly surprised you found your way back here.”

“I can always find my way back to you, Cap.” You smiled and poked his cheek, drawing another chuckle from him. He always found drunk you incredibly amusing; it wasn’t a side he saw often as you weren’t one of those girls who partied all the time, but let’s just say that when he did- he made sure to enjoy every second of it. “I want some Fruit Loops, do you have any?” You tried to hop off the bench but he used his body to lock you into place. “What are you doing? I want Fruit Loops.”

“The last thing you need is sugar,” he said then chuckled when you pouted adorably. “Right now, you need Advil, lots of water, and- sleep. Stay up here, okay? I don’t need you cutting yourself.” You scrunched your nose and nodded. “I’m going to sweep up this mess first.”

He left you there and walked to the broom closet to grab the broom and dustpan. “Hey Chris?” He heard you call out to him from the kitchen. “Can I have my water in that glass I like?” You asked as he walked back in. “You know, that Captain America glass from Stan Lee’s team.”

“Yeah um-” He chuckled and lowered his gaze onto the said glass that was shattered on the ground. “I don’t think you can ever drink water from that glass again. Considering you broke said glass,” he reminded you and your face fell. “Exactly how much did you drink?” He squatted on the ground and swept up the glass that was fortunately empty when you dropped it.

“Lots,” you responded simply and he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Hey, where’s my phone?”

“You left it in the hallway,” he answered and you hopped off the counter. “Uh uh-” he held up a finger at you and you climbed back on the counter. “I’ll get it for you, just stay there please. You are in no state to be maneuvering around, I don’t need you to break anything else tonight.”

“What did I break?” You asked, completely forgetting about the glass you’d dropped earlier tonight.

“You are ridiculous,” he chuckled. “Just stay there.” He dumped the swept up shards into the bin then walked out into the hallway to get your clutch. He picked it up off the ground then fished out your phone and saw a text notification from your best friend, Luca, that was addressed to him.

“Hey, Chris.
Did she make it to yours okay?”

Chris responded with a quick “yeah, I’ve got her.” With your phone in his hand, he placed your clutch on the table then made his way back into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” He stood in the archway and chuckled at you; you had stripped off your red dress and was now sitting on the bench top in just your bra and panties. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” He teased you as he walked over.

“Just out of curiosity.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed himself in between your legs and placing your phone down on the counter and his hands on your waist. “Are you going to marry me?” Your question surprised him, but made him smile nonetheless; your drunk mind was speaking for your sober heart.

“Are you going to remember this in the morning?” He asked and you thought about it for a while then nodded your head. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” He chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your skin. “Well, since you won’t remember this- I might as well be honest with you.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for his answer. “I am definitely going to marry you. I’ve been thinking about it since our first date, I’ve just- been waiting for the right time to ask. We’re both busy people, I want the proposal and the wedding at a time that works for the both of us.”

“Have you thought about how you’re going to propose?”

“I have,” he nodded, “numerous times. My favorite is still the cliché of taking you to a holiday cabin, cooking you dinner, and putting the ring in your dessert. I’m just a little afraid you might swallow the ring whole,” he joked and poked your side, causing you to giggle. “Why so curious? Are you afraid I wasn’t going to marry you?”

“Well- if I’m being completely honest, I guess I was a little afraid you didn’t want to marry me because I wasn’t sure about having kids.” His face fell slightly; he was a little upset with himself that he made you feel that way. “I know you like children and that they are an important part of your life plan, so yeah- I was a little afraid I wasn’t enough.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he kissed your forehead. “You are enough, Y/N. You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he told you. “All I want is you, you are the most important part of my life plan.”

“And you’re the most important part of mine, which is why I’d gladly have children for you.” You told him for the first time in three years and he felt his heart skip a beat. “I tell people I don’t want kids because it seems scary, but with you- it doesn’t seem as scary.”

“This is by far my favorite drunk Y/N moment,” he told you with a wide smile. “Thank you for telling me that,” he gently pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, brushing your pink lips with his thumb. “You won’t remember this but at least I know where you stand. Like you say, drunk minds speak for a sober heart.”

“I’ll remember this,” you nodded. “Give me a pen and I’ll write it on my hand.”

“No,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I would prefer you not to remember this ‘cause I would like the element of surprise when I propose to you. Now c'mon,” he lifted you off the bench and plopped you onto your feet. “Let’s get you an Advil and put you to bed.”

“Chris?” You grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards you when he tried to walk to the pantry to get the medicine box. “I think I’m in-love with you.” You told him and he nodded in acknowledgement, chuckling. “No, I’m serious.”

“We’ve been dating for three years and you just told me you’d have kids for me, I think I already know that.” He caressed your face and kissed your forehead. “Do you want to make any other shocking announcements? ‘Cause I really need to get you that Advil and put you to bed otherwise you’re going to be having one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

“No,” you shook your head, letting go of his hand. “That’s the only one.” You said then grinned which made him laugh. “Can we have pancakes in the morning?” You asked as he grabbed a sachet of Advil from the box.

“You can have anything you want,” he nodded. “Take this,” he popped two pills out of the sachet and passed it to you. “Let me get you some water.” He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with the filter tap water. “Here,” he passed it to you with the instruction, “down the pills then drink it all. I don’t want to see a drop of it left in the glass.”

“You got it, Captain.” You saluted him then proceeded to do as he instructed.

“You’re going to have a lot of fun tomorrow morning,” he chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

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Fancy Party Shenanigans 7

Well that escalated quickly.

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mercury darts quickest around the sun, an expression of gemini and virgo’s rapid traveling mental acuity. their startling wit and comedy reflects the ability to speed up common sense and observation. these signs are interested in facts, details, and knowledge. they are interested because mercury is so easily bored. the difference is awareness, self analysis, and control. virgo knows when and how to hold the tongue. gemini has the drunk tongue, letting thoughts tumble and slip out without forethought. gemini is mercury disinhibited. virgo is mercury refined and considering. and this reflects the changeable nature of mercury, the archetype that mirrors, adapts, and glides effortlessly between dimensions of consciousness

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Hello love <3 Could I request an imagine where Monty knows you can’t take much alcohol, so he fills you up with his self-made Liquor, testing you. Then you’re totally drunk and start tumbling around the camp until you stumble over something and nearly fall but Bellamy catches you and decideds to take care of you after giving monty a speech how stupid his idea was. Bell takes you to his tent and you accidentally tell him you like him but soon you fall asleep on Bell’s bed and he’s all happy :) - Requested by Anonymous

A/N: The idea of someone plying people with alcohol was something I felt a littl awkward about so I changed it slightly, I hope that’s all right for you x

You’d known Monty practically all your life, and it was therefore not surprising that he knew about your inability to take your alcohol. He always seemed to find it funny when you tried to match him at drinking – because you inevitably did with the drinking games that he suggested.

‘Which game now?’ you asked, your words slurring slightly as you poured yourself another drink.

‘Truth or dare?’ Monty suggested, a sly smirk on his face as he poured his own drink.

‘That’s not a drinking game,’ you said, pouting at him.

He chuckled slightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. ‘It is when you have to take a shot for every dare you don’t do or every truth,’ he said, his smirk deepening.

You hiccoughed slightly before taking a sip of your drink. You knew that he found this all hilarious, and the fact that people were trying to forget the threat of the Grounders and the fear that came with it was something which you were glad to help him with. You knew that the whole thing was taking his mind off his own worries, and for that you were grateful.

‘All right,’ you said, putting your cup down. ‘Dare.’

He moved away from you slightly. ‘I dare you to prank the guys on guard duty,’ he said simply.

You nodded, standing up shakily. ‘That’s pathetic, Green,’ you said, tutting slightly before making your way towards the guards.

Your walking was all off though. You couldn’t walk in a straight line and you were stumbling over things that you were certain weren’t really there. It was all going so well though, until your toe caught one of the seats and sent you tumbling over. You waited for the pain, your mind sluggishly waking up, but if didn’t come. Instead you felt arms around you, steadying you.

‘Easy there,’ said Bellamy as you looked up at him. ‘You all right?’

‘I may be a little, tiny bit drunk,’ you said, changing volume slightly as you spoke. You could feel the goofy grin on your face despite the hard look that settled across Bellamy’s features.

‘Who got you drunk?’ he asked, easing you onto one of the seats.

‘Me and Monty,’ you said simply, waving over at your friend brightly.

Bellamy nodded slightly, making sure that you were seated properly before wandering over to Monty. You could see that he was having a go at your friend. He looked annoyed, and the odd words, ‘Totally irresponsible,’ ‘What were you thinking?’ floated over to you. The whole thing brought a slight smirk to your face, and you waggled your finger at Monty who smirked slightly at you before Bellamy wandered back towards you.

‘Come on,’ he said, helping you up. ‘I’m gonna make sure you’re all right.’

‘My hero,’ you said, grinning at him as he lead you around the camp.

‘Your tent?’ you asked as he moved the flap and helped you inside.

He let out a low chuckle. ‘You need to sleep this off,’ he said as you flopped onto the bed.

‘Well, that’s a good idea,’ you said, feeling a tiredness wash over you. ‘See, it’s this kind of cuteness that makes me remember that I love you,’ you said, hugging his blanket closer to you before drifting off to sleep.

Bellamy, however, hadn’t missed the words. They brought a happiness to him that he didn’t care to share. He couldn’t stop the smile which slipped onto his face, and instead he moved to sit beside you.

‘I love you too,’ he muttered, hoping that you were asleep though. He’d build up the courage to tell you one day, when you were a little more sober.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the repective owners, I just found them on Google.

a phone call

“Hi,” my heart is pounding, excitement rushing to the tips of my fingers. I can’t quite remember how I got into the bathroom or even unlocking my phone, but I was here, shockingly alone, and someone has answered my call.

“Marah? It’s two in the morning.”

What a lovely voice. Like maple syrup and pancakes.

“I think about you when I’m drunk,” the words tumble out of my mouth before my brain realizes who the lovely voice belongs to.

“I told you to call with questions regarding class,” he answers sternly. It’s August. His voice sounds low, and rough, and it causes gooseflesh to rise down my arms, makes my heart beat harder.

“I think about you when I’m sober, too,” I admit, and I hear his sigh through the receiver; I watch his lovely eyes soften and pink lips turn up into a tiny smile, in my mind’s eye.

“We’ll have a talk about this in class, Marah.”

“Wait,” my eyes are squeezed shut, so that the room can stop spinning, and I lean my head against the wall, pressing my phone harder into my ear, as if it will get him to be closer. “Were you asleep?”

“No,” he answers, his voice quieter, as if he’d just revealed a secret.

“I’m sorry, I’m really drunk. But I meant what I said.”

“Marah–”

Up comes the last 3 shots and stolen fries from half an hour ago.

Drunk and Feisty

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10. “I left you alone for 30 minutes, how are you drunk already?”
25. “Stop, there’s people around!”

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Bronn X Reader

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“Lady Y/N, meet Ser Bronn of the Blackwater” Tyrion announced as he extended his hand towards the man lounging on the floor drinking wine.
“Bronn, meet my sister, Lady Y/N.“
“Ser Bronn” you curtsied, smiling down at him. He patted the cushions next to him and you moved to sit.
“Call me Bronn” he said, sipping his wine, “Tyrion insists on calling me Ser and it drives me insane. Wine?” He gestured to the cups and pitcher on the floor near him.
“Gods, yes. This whole being formal and proper thing is killing me” you said, untying the top of your corset so you could breathe easier. Bronn simply laughed and clinked his glass with yours, both of you failing to notice that Tyrion had left the room the second you sat down.

You and Bronn laughed and told stories and drank far too much wine.
“So, Lady Y/N” he started, already slurring drunkenly, but you cut him off.
“For fucks sake Bronn, if you call me a Lady one more time, I’ll cut your tongue out” you laughed. You hated being called a lady, having to act prim and proper all the time, curtsying and not being able to get drunk.
“You’re quite the feisty one, sweetheart. I like it” he smirked at you and continued drinking his wine.
You went to pour more wine into your glasses, finding that the third pitcher was empty and you pouted.
“Bronn! We drank all the wine!”
“Well shit!”
You both broke out into a fit of laughter, the alcohol thoroughly affecting you both.

In the midst of your laughing fit, Tyrion returned after what felt like hours.
“Lady Y/N, are you ready to-“
“Tyrion!” you and Bronn yelled in unison, both swaying while sitting drunkenly.
I left you alone for 30 minutes, how are you drunk already?” Tyrion exclaimed, clearly surprised.
“We drank all the wine!” you laughed, falling backwards onto the cushions set out across the floor.
“What she said!” Bronn chuckled, pointing at you.
“By the gods, what am I going to do with you two?” Tyrion asked, putting a hand to his head.
“Get drunk with us!” you yelled from your spot on the floor.
“Come on Y/N” Bronn said, extending a hand to help you up, “let’s go drink with Tyrion on the balcony.”

You let Bronn help you up, but since you were quite drunk you stumbled and crashed into his chest. He smiled down at you and you smiled back up at him, getting lost in his eyes for a moment before Tyrion interrupted you two.
“Sorry to bother you lovebirds, but there’s more wine out on the balcony” he said, holding open the door.
“Oi, let’s go then, love” Bronn said, hoisting you up over his shoulder and carrying you outside. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle while your head swayed upside down on your way out the door being carried by the man you had bonded so well with over the past hour.

Before he put you down, he placed a swift slap to your ass and laughed, planting you back on your feet. He helped you steady yourself by putting his hands at your waist, and in a moment of weakness you leaned up and kissed him. He responded instantly as if he was waiting for you to kiss him, letting his lips move sensually against yours.
Stop, there’s people around!” Tyrion groaned, watching you two lustfully kiss one another on the balcony.
Bronn looked up and looked around, still holding you in his arms tightly, “It’s just you Tyrion.”
“While that is true, that doesn’t mean you have free reign to maul my sister in front of me.”
“But Tyrion, your sister is fucking gorgeous” Bronn growled, attacking your neck with his lips. You let out a giggle and since you and Bronn were still quite drunk, you tumbled over and landed on the floor of the balcony.

Then the three of you broke out in unmanageable laughter. You were thankful that you had someone you could be so casual with. Formalities were not your strong suit, and Bronn was quickly becoming a very important part of your life.

"I'll tell you when you wake up" A Bellamy Blake imagine

Hello love <3 Could I request an imagine where Monty knows you can’t take much alcohol, so he fills you up with his self-made Liquor, testing you. Then you’re totally drunk and start tumbling around the camp until you stumble over something and nearly fall but Bellamy catches you and decideds to take care of you after giving monty a speech how stupid his idea was. Bell takes you to his tent and you accidentally tell him you like him but soon you fall asleep on Bell’s bed and he’s all happy :)
(A/N tbh I had so much fun with this OMG hope you like it :)
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(Y/N) sat bored out of her skull next to Monty who was stirring his latest attempt at moonshine. He huffed.
“What’s the matter Mont?” She asked as she looked up at him from the little piece of metal she had been occupying herself with.
“I don’t know if this moonshine is a good batch!” He huffed. Suddenly freezing before his head slowly lifted with wide eyes before smiling innocently. As if I could read his mind my eyes widened.
“Oh. Oh hell no Monty Green! You know I’m an easy drunk!”
“Please please please (Y/N)!!! Last batch made Jasper sick-”
“You’re not really selling your point Monty.” (Y/N) groaned rubbing her face.
“Please (Y/N)! I’m your best friend and best friends make sacrifices! Just…one cup?!” He begged with big puppy dog eyes. (Y/N) hesitated before groaning.
“Just one cup!” Monty cheered a she handed her the cup on moonshine. She sniffed and recoiled.
“You just have to get past the smell!” He said encouragingly. She hesitated before gulping the liquid and she felt her body buzz in excitement. Her eyes widened.
“It’s good…holy shit give me more!” She begged as he smiled. He passed her another cup which she quickly downed. Her body tingled in excitement as she giggled.
“More!” She squealed like a child as she clapped.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…” He bit his lip. Her face dropped as she gave him severe puppy dog eyes.
“Please.” She sniffed. Monty averted eyes.
“Fine! Jesus just put away the puppy dog eyes!” He groaned and she squealed as he gave her another cup. This time it was a little bigger. She laughed as Jasper walked in.
“Jasper! Hiya! Monty gave me moonshine! Want to dance?!” She asked as she spun like a ballerina. Jaspers eyes widened.
“Monty!! You let her drink?! You know she’s a lightweight! Bellamy’s going to freak out-”
“Bellamy?! What about Bellamy?! He’s soooo cute! His shaggy hair and cute face and nice butt!” She giggled.
“(Y/N) you want to play a game?!” Jasper asked. She gasped as she stopped dancing and turned to face him.
“A game?” She whispered.
“Yes. A game-”
“I love games!” She squealed.
“Okay it’s a fun one. It’s called ‘Hide in our tent!” (Y/N) scrunched up her nose.
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“Okay but it is now cmon! Let’s grab our things and go to the tent!” Monty reassured as they friend to sneak her to the tent. But they hadn’t even exited the dropship before Bellamy noticed (Y/N) as she twirled around. Raising an eye brow he approached the two boys quietly. She caught his eye and squealed.
“BELLAMY!” She cheered running up to hug him. Monty and Jaspers eyes widened as they knew their fate.
“Bellamy! Monty gave me moonshine and it was so good! You should try some! We’re playing a game right now called…I forgot! But you should play with us!” She said as Bellamy gave Monty a death glare. Monty gulped as Bellamy shook his head.
“(Y/N). Hang with me for a minute. Do not do anything but stay beside me. Okay?”
“Okie dokie handsome.” She giggled. She grabbed Bellamy’s hand and Bellamy ignored the blush before walking up to Monty.
“What the hell did you do?! You know she’s a lightweight!”
“I just needed her strictly to try it out!!! She’s the one who insisted!” Monty tried to reason.
“Yes but you know what happens when she drinks one! Wait…how many did you let her drink?!”
“Um…you know what…I lost-”
“He let me have three! Three whole cups!” (Y/N) chimed in. Bellamy filled with rage. Monty sighed as he knew how protective Bellamy was of his secret crush.
“You’re on guard shift. Tonight. And your banned from the lab for 2 weeks.” He spat.
“Carry me Bell!” She pleaded. Bellamy huffed before taking hold of her waist and bending over to scoop her up as she squealed.
“Look Bellamy! I’m flying!” She smiled. He couldn’t help the smile. He loved seeing her happy. Intoxicated no but happy. He could get use to it.
“Bellamy…where are we going?” She asked.
“To my tent. Is that alright with you. So I can keep an eye on you?” She giggled
“A-okay with me handsome!” She smiled. Bellamy shook his head. Knowing she was drunk.
He set her down on his bed in his tent.
“Bellamy. It’s hot.” She whined. He chuckled as he helped her take her shoes off.
“You’re so sweet. And handsome. No wonder why I have a crush on you…cccuuuuzzzz you’re perfect! I like you Bellamy blake.” Bellamy froze. She returned his feelings?!
“I-I like you too (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
He heard a snore and furrowed his brows before noticing her asleep. Her mouth open in tiredness. He chuckled shaking her head as he tucked her in.
“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”