drunken calls

Into You (5/?)

Summary- Your phone call with Tom which lands you in a hole even you struggle to climb out of.

AN- The next couple of chapters will be interesting… ALSO inbox me if you would like to be tagged in future chapters


Originally posted by dailyspiderman



“Look, Y/N. If this is some drunken phone call to beg me to come back to you then-”

The scoff that you couldn’t help fall from your mouth interrupted him. You could tell it annoyed him by the way he stopped so suddenly, and you knew he always found it rude when someone interrupted him.

“Oh please Tom, you and I both know, if anyone begged it would be you.”

Slowly and quietly, in attempt to not wake up Sean, you picked up his feet that were still draped across your lap. Sean still completely knocked out, drool escaping his open mouth, small snores as well.

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gimme a plot where … basically, muse a is this corrupted soul, always drinking too much, getting too high, they can barely function and muse b is basically their saving grace, always coming through in the middle of the night after a drunken phone call asking for a ride home. and muse b only does this because they’re a good person at heart, but they can’t deny that muse a’s actions actually disgusts them. but they’ve known each other for too long and muse b always promised they’d never let muse a down, because they know they’re the only thing that’s STABLE in their life. and this has become their routine, muse a texting/calling muse b when something goes wrong and muse b coming around to rescue them. there’s not much to their friendship beside that, these days, because muse a doesn’t really acknowledge them otherwise. and muse b just settles with the fact that they’re being used, but they can’t bear to leave muse a alone, knowing that they probably wouldn’t survive without them … but then ONE NIGHT, when muse b is carrying muse a into bed, tucking them in like they usually do and they’re about ready to say goodnight until muse a, who is completely out of their mind intoxicated, mumbles something barely audible that sounds a lot like ‘i love you.’ muse b thinks to brush it off, until muse a continues professing all these FEELINGS like ‘i really fucking love you, please, don’t leave me tonight’ and muse b is just STUCK. because muse a is so bad for them but muse b is the only good thing in their life … so they stay. 

Drunken Calls

With a groan, Y/N picked up her buzzing phone and fumbled around to answer the call, bringing the the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She grumbled out, half asleep.

“Heeeeeeeey! Y/N!” Joe’s voice carried through, sounding surprised like he wasn’t expecting her to be there.

“Joe. What are you doing. It’s late, and I was sleeping.”

“I missed you.” Sighing, Y/N realized just how drunk he was, and she could hear the noise and laughter of the other guys in the background. “I just..missed you SO much.” His words slurred together, but she still smiled because he always got sappy when he was drunk.

“I miss you too, but you saw me a few hours ago, and will see me again in the morning.” She yawned, shifting in her bed to get comfy.

“That’s so far away…and I wanna see you now.” One of the boys said something in the background, but it was muffled. “That’s a great idea!” Joe said to whoever spoke. “I’m going to come see you! Right now!” This was directed at her.

“No, Joe. You are not coming to see me right now.”

“But I wannnnaaa.” He whined, and Y/N could even see the pout.

“Where are you anyways?”


“Brilliant. Where outside?”

“Where are we, Jack? Y/N wants to know.” There was a bit of discussion before Joe spoke to her again. “London! We are outside in London. Oh look, our car!”

Y/N shook her head, realizing this conversation was long past making sense. “I want to ask you where the car is taking you, but that might be hopeless.”

“Oh, I know that answer!” Joe replied excitedly. “We’re going back to Josh’s! Right? It’s Josh’s right? Yeah, that’s where we’re going.”

“Oh good, not here. Does that mean I can go back to sleep?”

“Noooo, I want to talk to you. You’re so fun to talk to. I like you.” There was some shuffling from his side of the phone, which Y/N assumed was the boys piling into their uber.

“I like you too, Joe.”

“You do?!”

“I bloody hope so, or else I’ll have wasted the past few years of my life dating you.”

“Hey, hey Caspar. Do you know my girlfriend is funny? And pretty. Really pretty.” Y/N smiled as she listened to Joe ramble on to Caspar, he always seemed to do this when he was drunk, but it was adorable.

“Thank you, Joe. But can you tell me all this in the morning when you’re hungover?”

“Pft, I won’t be hungover. I’m not that drunk.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“Joe, most of your words are so slurred you can’t understand them.”

“But you understand me…”

“Because I’m way to used to your drunk voice, which is sad to say.” Y/N laughed.

“Now you’re being mean.” Joe pouted over the phone.

“Oh shush, I am not. Now, can I please go to bed?”

“Fiiiiine.” Joe drawled out, but she could tell he was getting distracted in his drunken haze. “I love you, Y/N!” He cheered out.

“I love you too, you big dork. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N smiled into the phone as they finished their goodbyes.

Ending the call, she tossed the phone onto the bed and shook her head laughing softly.

“What a dork.” She said to herself, rolling over to go back to sleep.

I don’t need perfect.

I want the late nights where I’m splashing water on my face to stay awake just to make sure you are okay. I want the 3am phone calls when you can’t sleep. I want the drunken phone calls. I want the name calling. I want the sarcasm. I want the bad jokes. I want the long phone calls where neither of us want to hang up. I want falling asleep on the phone.

I don’t want easy. I don’t want perfect. I just want you.

—  all i want is for you to be happy.
New York at Night




Word Count: 1,427 Words

Trigger Warnings: Cat Calling, Basically Drunken Men being Dicks, Cursing 

John Laurens x Reader

[ Name ] had grown up in New York City. Ever since she was a child she knew that New York City had cat callers. It was a terrible thing to know but she didn’t mind it. At first, she felt fear strike her but then she realized it was some drunken men who didn’t really know what they were doing. Alexander and Eliza were walking behind them and John was walking next to [ Name ]. His arm gently draped around her neck as he was peppering her neck with kisses. 

“Tonight was fun,” John whispered giving a slight smile as [ Name ] giggled as well. It seemed that New York at night brought out a more protective side o John, and she wasn’t complaining. 

“We should do it again,” Eliza chirped from behind giving Alexander a sweet smile in which Alexander easily returned and swooped down to kiss her cheek again. Eliza giggled trying to shove Alexander off him he was strong. [ Name ] gave a smile at their antics shaking her head as John gave her a suggestive grin. 

John leaned in to kiss her as [ Name ] felt her heart speed up. She had done this countless times before, but she always felt a little light headed whenever John leaned in to kiss her. It was almost as if she couldn’t think straight. Before their lips got to meet she heard someone scream something, “I WOULDN’T MIND THAT PIECE OF ASS,” Instantly [ Name ] felt fear strike her. Her spine had straightened out and she reached for the inside of her purse. Eliza was also on edge. The two women had experienced this before. They had been walking alone and men had followed them, men had harassed them, taunting names at them as they simply tried to get to work. It was dangerous being a woman. 

“What did you say?” John yelled out his eyes flashing with anger as Alexander as well scoffed at their attitudes. They were getting riled up for a fight. There was a moment’s pause and then laughter boomed from the other side of the street. They clumsily entered the light. Just by the way they walked anyone could tell they were intoxicated. But that didn’t excuse their actions. 

The man who [ Name ] assumed had yelled it before hollered back, “I SAID I WOULDN’T MIND THAT PIECE OF ASS SITTING WITH ME,” A look of disgust crossed Alexander’s face as he glared at the group of men who were simply drunkenly high fiving the one asshole in the group.

“Go fuck yourselves,” John snarled back his arm protectively around [ Name’s ] waist as she gently touched his hair in an effort to soothe him. She didn’t really know how to reply to comments like these. She usually kept going and ignored them. It was pointless to fight back against cat callers. [ Name ] had tried to do it but they were usually too drunk or ignorant to even get a word out. She hated being seen as an object but she felt as though she had to get over it. 

“AND IF YOU WANT TO SHARE,” another man yelled whistling at Eliza who basically jumped back. A look of sheer panic on her face. That was when Alexander jumped into the fight. “I’LL LOVE TO SHOW YOU A REAL MAN SWEETHEART.” 

“YOU TOO, IF YOU WANT I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL MAN CAN DO,” he slurred out thrusting at the two women. That was when John ran across the street to clock the man right in the face. Alexander soon joined him jumping on top of the man who had called Eliza a sweetheart. All John saw was red. How could someone be so rude? He had grown up in South Carolina. There wasn’t that much cat calling there and this was actually his first interaction with catcallers and cat calling in general. His fist was throbbing with pain as he punched the drunken man in the face again. The two were on the ground. John on top of the male as he brought his fist back to punch him again. The catcaller already had a bloody nose. He felt a punch against the back of his head to see another man had thrown a punch at him. John stood up on his feet and easily punched him right in the gut. That was when he felt a stinging pain on his cheek. He had been punched but this guy had worn a ring. What man wears rings to a fist fight? When the man drunkenly tried to swing at him again John kicked him right where it hurt. He doubled down in pain as John kicked him again in the stomach. Alexander was doing a better job at not getting hurt. He only had a split lip. When all was said and done John slid against the wall his chest rising and falling quickly. 

[ Name ] came up to him gently touching his cheek, “What in God’s name were you fucking thinking?!” She asked her jaw dropping open as she avidly dove into her purse to attempt to find something that could patch him up. Eliza was doing the same with Alexander but in a nicer tone. [ Name ] was angry because John had gotten hurt because of her. 

“You could have been sent to the hospital John!” she exclaimed kneeling down to look at the rest of his injuries. But he just had a look of sheer pride on his face. He didn’t look beaten down at all. 

“[ Name ], I’m fine, and I would do it again,” he said giving her one of his classic smiles that melted her heart with such ease. “They were being assholes, and I showed them their place, in all honesty, they’re lucky that they weren’t sent to the hospital,” John chided as he chuckled at the rather enraged yet touched look on his girlfriend’s face. 

“That doesn’t excuse you from being a total fucking idiot,” [ Name ] chimed in frowning as she gently touched the cut on his face. 

John chuckled his eyes lighting up, “I’m always a total idiot no?” he asked winking as [ Name ] couldn’t help but crack a smile and a look of relief surged across John. [ Name ] couldn’t be that angry with him. Though John did have to admit when [ Name ] was angry she was a little bit cute as well as a little bit hot. He wasn’t quite sure. 

“Now where were we before that guy rudely interrupted?” [ Name ] asked leaning in slightly as John gave a slight smile and he pressed his lips against hers. She closed her feels feeling satisfied. His warm hands touched her back pushing her closer against him. His back was braced against the wall a slight smirk curving on his face. He pushed back when Alexander whistled loudly at the two of them. 

A look of annoyance crossed both of their faces, “If you want to continue making out in the middle of an abandoned street at 1 in the morning that’s your business but Eliza and I want to get home,” Alexander said as Eliza smiled and rolled her eyes. The male leaned in to kiss her temple as she giggled again. 

“Your just jealous,” John prodded putting his arm around [ Name’s ] waist and giving a childlike grin at Alexander. 

Alexander seemed to take the bait, “I am not, Eliza is the best after all!” [ Name ] and Eliza both groaned at their boyfriend’s quite childlike and argumentive attitudes. The two of them could easily start a fight without even realizing it. Both of them were on the debate team in high school and now in college. They just started fights like normal people started conversations. 

“ [ Name ] is the best because—”

“I know I’m the best can we just move it along?” [ Name ] asked tapping her foot impatiently. John leaned in to kiss her neck as the female smiled at his advances. 

John chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, “Why don’t we continue where we left off when we get home?” He asked his lips curled up in a slight grin. John looked smug as [ Name ] rolled her eyes but she did not have objections. 

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dating Ashton Irwin would include:

- sweet & lingering kisses
- long hugs
- late night drunken walks
- him calling you baby girl
- Marvel Movie Marathons
- you giving him scratch marks in heated moments
- giggly & steamy make out sessions
- exploring the world together
- him leaving light purple bruises on your hips
- “you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart”
- early morning snuggles
- lip biting during kisses
- him singing to you
- passionate and slow sex
- “make me”
- slow & relaxing back rubs

OC Hour: Daughter-in-Law
  • Adam: So, Ms. Hirashima, I notice that you are... older than my son.
  • Makoto: Yeah, I got about eleven years on him, give or take.
  • Adam: *strange wheezing sound*
  • Emily: *hands him a cup of water* What Adam means to say is that he's impressed that you two were able to form such a meaningful and loving connection, despite the age gap.
  • Makoto: I mean, if you call drunken sex meaningful and loving, sure.
Drunken Texts/Calls {Sentence Starters}
  • text: dont no wut your talking bout not drukn
  • text: love u soooooooooooooooo much <3
  • text: lets go buy like 10 chickens k?
  • text: do u wanna eat cheese with me
  • text: walmart dont like me
  • text: i want a puppy. a big puppy.
  • text: i like your face. u have a nice face
  • text: m drunk. help me drinking this
  • text: i want baby like half dozen of babys
  • text: i loooobe u swetiee
  • text: i got like 5 pizza. i like pizza
  • text: u kno where my pants went? lol pants
  • text: thnk u 4 being hot
  • text: i wanna bite my nose. it keps moving away!
  • text: do u like fidh? fish? omg fish r prtty!
  • "Where are you, babyyyyy? I wanna hug you!"
  • "Why are you single? You are soooo great."
  • "My friends want you to bring us alcohols!"
  • "Need a ... ride home. Have to pee."
  • "You are my best friend! Like, my BEST friend!"
  • "Where's the pizza? Are you a pizza person?"
  • "You look like a penguin. Penguins are soooo cute!"
  • "How many pineapples do YOU eat before you sleep?"
  • "Hehehehe! Buttons make silly noises when I touch them!"
  • "I have another bottle of the happy water. It's yummy."
  • "Come heeeeere! I wanna kiss you!"
  • "Come help me find my shirt. I think it flew away."
  • "Somebody stole my house! I cant find it today."
  • "I drew a kitty on the wall! Its so cuuuute."
  • "Do you have flowers? Cause I wanna go get some flowers!"
Drunken Confessions

Author: @gobletgirl

Rating: G (I think)

A/N: This originally started as a random drabble based on a prompt that I saw on @dailyau but as I finished it I realized it could qualify for this week’s D12D prompt as well so I decided to go ahead and submit it. Thanks to the fabulous @everlylark for her suggestions and support. You’re the best! The song is “Marry Me” by Bruno Mars. Enjoy this more lighthearted take on hope!

Peeta grunted as he hoisted his drunk, stumbling girlfriend up the stairs to their apartment. He was having a serious talk with Jo tomorrow. She knew Katniss was a lightweight and yet she still, apparently, poured shots down her throat at Annie’s bachelorette party. This resulted in the drunken phone call from Katniss at 2:30 in the morning to come get her from Annie’s place.

“Peeta…smell…cinnamon…home,” Katniss muttered as she sniffed his chest.

He shook his head and said, “Almost there, Katniss. Just a few more steps.” As they approached their door, he shifted her in his arms to get his keys free from his pocket. He was opening the door when he heard Katniss singing softly under her breath. This made Peeta smile. She so rarely sang but it was one of Peeta’s favorite things about her. Her voice was simply amazing. He would stand outside a room for hours just to listen to her singing because if she saw him listening she would blush and stop immediately.

As he led her into their apartment and sat her down on the couch, he finally heard the words of the song she was singing.

“Hey baby. I think I wanna marry you.”

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The Signs on New Years Eve 2k16
  • Aries: Shots! Shots! Shots!
  • Taurus: Surprisingly sober, setting off fireworks
  • Gemini: Kissing as many people as possible at midnight
  • Cancer: The one with the noisemakers
  • Leo: Watching the ball drop/counting down, super hyped
  • Virgo: Drunk and asleep before midnight
  • Libra: Sneaking into the liquor cabinet and making questionable decisions
  • Scorpio: Setting old memories ablaze, alone
  • Sagittarius: Tipsy and kissless
  • Capricorn: Drunken calls to everyone!
  • Aquarius: Watching fireworks from a secluded trail
  • Pisces: Getting super emotional and recounting memories right up until midnight
Drunken Calls (Laurens X Reader)

Summary: You’ve had a crush on John Laurens for a while, but haven’t told him. One night you go out to a bar with the Hamilsquad, but end up feeling sick and going home. That night you get a call from a certain someone…

This is my first fanfiction, so if it sucks I am sorry, just please don’t make nasty comments… I’m fragile 😂.


It was the perfect night to go partying with the Hamilsquad. You all decided to go to the bar down 3rd Street for a few drinks, but little did you know that the boys were planning to get you and Laurens to hook up. A few months earlier, John told the boys about his crush on you and since then they had been scheming to get you two together. This was without John’s knowledge, of course. You had a crush on Laurens as well, but always hid your feelings for him out of fear of ruining your friendship. You hadn’t told the guys this, instead telling Eliza and Angelica. They had promised not to tell anyone, including the boys.

“Tonight better be the night you make a move (Y/N)!” Angelica teased as she got ready.

“Yeah right! You don’t actually expect that, do you?” You asked, slightly nervous for her response. Done getting ready, you were waiting for Angelica and Eliza to finish up so you could go.

“Oh, come on (Y/N)! If you don’t make a move, you’re ever going to get anywhere!” Eliza commented, sitting down next to you. Now you just had to wait for Angelica to finish her makeup. You didn’t reply, knowing that if you did, the girls would argue with you until you gave in. Angelica walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her purse.

“Alright, let’s go!”

You called a taxi and you all got in. Angelica and Eliza were having a conversation, leaving you to drift into a daydream.

You took another shot and grabbed John’s arm, leading him to the dance floor. He drunkenly asked, “What are you doing?” You started dancing with him, blending into the crowd of partygoers around you. Lafayette saw you two and went to the DJ, requesting he play a slow song and pointing at you and John. The DJ nodded and changed the song. Everyone looked around for a second, confused, before going back to their partners and dancing with them. Laurens looked at you questioningly before you both decided to roll with it and have fun. He put his hand on your waist and you danced to the music. You leaned in. He leaned in as well and-

“(Y/N), we’re here!” You jumped, being startled into reality by Eliza. You looked out the window to see Laurens and the boys. He looked embarrassed, his head hung low as the boys were doubled over, laughing. You got out of the car and Laurens looked up at you. Trying to escape the situation he was in, he came over to you.

“Hey (Y/N)!” This caught the attention of the other boys who all strode over and started making jokes about you and John. You all went inside and headed towards the bar. As you ordered a drink, Laurens approached you.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked kind of nervously. You nodded, not thinking much of it. He ordered a pint of Samuel Adams and started talking. You practically had to scream over the music, but neither of you seemed to mind.

“Hey, I’m sorry about the boys and their jokes earlier. That wasn’t cool.” He looked down at his feet, avoiding my eyes.

“That’s alright. If I may ask, why were they making those jokes?” You inquired. John stiffened and you could feel the tension in the air.

“Umm, I have no clue. Let’s forget about it.” He let out a breath as you nodded your head in agreement.

“So… how have you been?” You asked, wondering why it was so awkward between you two. Normally you guys could talk for hours on end.

“Good, how about you? How is your song coming along?” He was referring to the song you decided to write. You have been working on it for a few weeks and it is almost finished.

“Well I’ve been doing pretty good too actually. The song is coming along great, but I can’t come up with an ending.” You answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’d offer my help but I’m not very good with music.”

“That’s alright, but thanks anyway.” We loosened up and started talking about the stuff we usually talk about, feeling more comfortable with each other by the minute.

As the night went on, John ordered 2 more pints, adding up to three pints of Samuel Adams. You had a few drinks as well, and could already feel the effects. John was trying to flirt with you, which you decided was just him being drunk. It was kind of cute, the way he would stutter, trying not to mess up a pickup line. You accidentally smudged your makeup after wiping your mouth, so you excused yourself and went to the bathroom to fix it. You felt a bit sick and decided to tell everyone that you were going home for the night. When you came back out, you looked around for Laurens to spot him dancing with the boys. You didn’t want to disrupt them, so you found Angelica and Eliza, telling them instead.

You called a cab and told the driver your address. Soon enough you were back at home. You unlocked your door and lay down after getting ready for bed. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, your phone started to buzz. You answered it to hear Laurens asking where you were.

“I’m fine, I just went home because I felt sick.” You responded with a yawn.

“(Y/N), I have a question to ask you…” John slurred, obviously drunk. “(Y/N), you are the most amazing girl in the world. You’re funny, your smile can light up a room, and you always manage to make my day, even when my day has been really bad. I love you so much, (Y/N). Will you marry me?” You blushed. ‘He doesn’t mean that, he’s drunk,’ You thought, trying to make sense of the situation.

“John, I love you too, but you don’t mean that. You’re drunk. But thanks, you’re pretty amazing too. Have Eliza get you a taxi and get home safely. We can talk in the morning, alright? Goodnight John.” Ignoring his protests, you hung up and fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up with a hangover to hear your phone buzzing. It was John. You remembered the call from last night, but answered the phone anyway.

“Hey (Y/N), where did you go last night? I looked around the bar, but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He must have forgotten the call from last night. You decided to ask him, just to make sure.

“Ummm John, do you not remember what you said last night? You asked where I was and I told you I felt sick so came home.” You debated whether or not to ask him about the question he popped.

“Oh? I don’t remember that… Oh no!” He groaned. “Did I say anything else?” He worriedly questioned.

“Okay, so you may have… Ummm… Asked me to marry you…” You felt uncomfortable in the situation, but knew he had to know. Besides, maybe this would become a laughing matter later.

“Oh, I was hoping that was a dream… Yeah, I remember that…” He paused for a second, before speaking again. “Ummm (Y/N), could I maybe come over? I, uhhh, I have something to tell you…” He sounded a bit uncomfortable, which worried you a bit.

“Sure, you can come over now if you want. I’ll make breakfast.” You invited him.

“Okay thanks, I’ll be over soon. Bye!” He hung up, leaving you to hear only the silence of your apartment. You got out of bed and changed out of your bed clothes. Then you went to the kitchen and started making breakfast for you and Laurens. Soon enough, you heard a knocking at your door. You went over to it and opened it to reveal a tired looking John.

“Hey…” You could already feel the tension as you lead him to the kitchen. You sat down after serving breakfast and he started explaining the call.

“Look (Y/N)… What I said last night was true. I honestly do like you, and I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make anything awkward between us, or I would have told you sooner.” You stared at him with wide eyes, your face turning red.

“I like you too Laurens. I didn’t want to ruin anything, so I only told the girls.” He grinned widely, walking over to you and embracing you. You hugged him back, not letting go. “I’m so glad this didn’t ruin anything.” You said thankfully. He pulled back and looked at you adoringly.

“(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?” He asked. You nodded and hugged him again, tighter this time, when-

“I CALLED IT! YOU OWE ME TEN ALEX!” You jumped and turned your head towards the door to see Hercules laughing at Alex. Alex was pulling a ten out of his wallet and Laf was rolling his eyes at the two, but laughing nonetheless. You blushed out of embarrassment. John’s face was a dark shade of red as well.

For the rest of the day, the boys ridiculed you and John, but you didn’t mind. You all went out, inviting the girls to come with you. You were happy, walking through the park holding John’s hand. God, you were so glad he called you last night.

LDR Headcanons!:

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt-

  • Similar to his brother, Gilbert isn’t the most ideal LDR partner, at first.
  • He often disappears at first, unaware that it can be nerve wracking not to know when he’s going out to drink.
  • Can be a little over bearing however if you suddenly leave, even if it’s just to prove that point.  
  • Call him out on it and he changes instantly, as with most things if you don’t bring it to his attention he will just keep doing it, unaware he’s doing wrong.
  • Expect a lot of drunken calls, sometimes from his cellphone, sometimes from the bar phone requesting that you have to call Ludwig because he can’t even remember his house number (But has somehow memorized yours).
  • Any gifts sent are often received late and wrapped improperly, but he tries.
  • He always demands photo’s of you, and has a secret collection of pictures he’s photo-shopped you two in together.
  • Does constantly complain that you’re too far away, and has fallen off of his bed more than once dramatically reaching for you.
  • Often ‘accidentally’ talks to you until you fall asleep, so he can stay there and hear you dream.
  • He sends you things that hold memories for him, because he thinks you’re worthy of sharing the history of the awesOME- *clears throat*…never count on modesty from Gilbert.
  • He would prefer that you come to him, so he could show you off/around to everyone. (He actually can’t wait to introduce you to Ludwig)
  • Cooks traditional dishes for you, he’s intent on spoiling you while he can. Accept it, this is rare.
  • Gilbert damn near refuses to let you leave. Seriously, he will hide your plane ticket, or unpack your clothes every time you leave the room.