Vaguely inspired by my currently drunk friends, Victuuri drinking hc’s! (With a #domestic flair)
Phichit and Chris think that together they’ll be the life of the party, but nope Victor just asks Yuuri to marry him over and over and over again because they forget they’re already married .
The revelation to a drunk Yuuri/Victor that they ARE married already usually leads to a victory lap of showing everyone their wedding rings.
Victor and Yuuri are the couple sharing a drink, whispering, giggling, and swapping sweet kisses in the corner.
Or they’re dancing wildly and taking up too much room on the dance floor giggling and kicking out every limb.
There is NO inbetween between the two.
Yuuri likes to drop pick up lines while drunk…all of them work. All. Of. Them. Yuuri: “Victor…your eyes are an ocean…your ass is also an ocean.”
Victor: “Oh god I’m so in love.”
Yuuri does pole dance again and Victor just rests his head on the stage with wide eyes in near tears only looking away to point at Yuuri and shout “That’s my husband!!!!!” to the crowd before snapping back.
Victor tries pole dancing for Yuuri ONCE and ends up splitting his lip and if you have never been in an ER tipsy/drunk you can imagine how much fun that was.
Victor likes beer a lot since that was his main go to while skating. He rarely had a chance to get drunk while competing, (Beer has SO MANY calories god) so when he’s free to in Japan he goes a little wild.
Victor is in absolutely awe of Yuuri’s (Earned from Detroit and it’s endless supply of shitty beer) ability to shotgun a beer.
Yuuri is a bit of an alcohol snob and knows a shit ton of brands from growing up in an inn with a bar.
The first time Yuuri orders them a wine without even glancing at the menu Victor legit swoons.
Victor knows a lot of mixes though and has a tiny at home bar. Yuuri helps him stock it after they get together. It’s a cute little bar they usually use to impress and entertain guests, or spoil each other on at home date nights.
Tropes: Regency AU, Established Relationship, Spys, ABO Dynamics, Angst with a Happy Ending
Trigger Warnings: fake infidelity
Summary: Derek had sworn to serve the revolution against Queen
Katherine knowing full well that the cost of such treason could be dear.
He’d thought he was ready to sacrifice anything for freedom… But he
wasn’t counting on the sacrifice being his marriage to Stiles.
- OR -
“Can I tempt you to the floor for this dance?” The flirtatious tone
rouses him from his dire musings, and Derek turns to see his husband.
“I’m afraid not,” Derek says, gentling his tone to take the sting out
of the refusal. Stiles’ smile tightens, almost imperceptibly, and he
nods graciously. He’s used enough to such rejection, Derek thinks with a
pang. He’s used to lonely dinners as well, and going to sleep alone
when Derek has late nights, and listening to vague excuses because the
real reasons are ones he cannot know. Derek hates to disappoint him,
tonight as ever, but he needs to be available for the other spy to pass
him the information, not whirling about on the dance floor.
revolution must come first, until Lady Katherine can be imprisoned for
her crimes. Derek strives to believe that the day will come soon.
My Comments: You know, I’m a sucker for a good regency AU, I can’t count how many regency novels I’ve read over the years, not to mention I have a small library of books devoted specifically to that period in history: everything from the ton to the fashion to the furniture, I find everything about it fascinating. So I was super excited to see this fic, and it doesn’t disappoint!
I think what struck me the most about it was how deft the world building was, especially considering it’s less than 5k long. It really felt like I was getting a window into a much bigger universe that was full of intrigue and suspense. That said, the relationship between Derek and Stiles is lovely too, there’s a healthy dollop of angst, but the resolution left me with a massive smile on my face. I particularly loved Derek, the whole premise/arc for his character felt very in keeping with canon!Derek. A noble asshole (well… not too much of an asshole in this) with a martyr complex who finds himself in situation where he ends up hurting the people he cares for most in order to protect them, even though doing that hurts *him* just as much.
This feeling inside was swelling. It kept growing as each heartbeat passed. The slender body was hunched over, hiding their face in their knees on the stairs. You grabbed your phone next to you and looked at the bright screen. It illuminated no new messages or calls. Your frown deepened and silent tears appeared once again.
The bass was loud and the beat would drop, making the crowd go wild. Another glass of alcohol was downed by the black haired. He swayed his head to the beat, while two girls were attaching themselves to his arms. He broke one of his arms free and checked his phone. 21 messages and 5 missed called illuminated his face. He hesitated but put his phone away and pulled the girl to his left on the dance floor.
You finally got out of your uncomfortable position and trailed up the stairs. You reached the room you shared with your beloved. Your heart started to swell with a new emotion. You went straight to your closet and pulled out a large suitcase. Clothes were withdrawn from the clustered closet and messy drawers. You saw your phone next to the suitcase. You picked it up but there was nothing. You scowled and threw it across the room. Stuffing clothes and your important necessities, you finished packing.
Keys jingled around the doorknob. Jungkook stumbled a bit hazy and staggered to close the door. He dropped his keys on the counter next to the door and kicked off his shoes. Using the railings as he went up the stairs, he tried to be quiet as possible so he doesn’t wake you up. It was late and he knew that you needed to get to work early. The bedroom door opened softly but instead of meeting with your sleeping form, he saw an open closet that was empty. Rather confused, he opened the closet and saw that your portion was gone. Frantically, he checked your drawers and cabinets in the bathroom: your stuff was gone. He ruffled his hair in frustration and sat down on his bed. His phone ringed, he quickly grabbed it but it was a number with a picture of a girl. His mind traced the picture back to the girl from the club. He declined the call and saw his wallpaper. It was the both of you-him placing a kiss on your cheek while you hid your face. He threw his phone across the room and headed out.
Keys jingled, signaling that someone was unlocking the door. Your sophisticated form entered from work. You locked the door and placed your keys on the counter next to the door. Your heels clicked against the wooden floors as you entered the living room to get to your room. You gazed at the centerpiece of the living room table. Tall flowers of different colored roses were in a vase and rose petals were scattered on the table, making a mess of rainbows. You walked towards the piece and saw a small card. All I want is you. You turned the card over: From Jungkook.
You stared at the flowers a bit more. Admiring the simple piece, you smiled. Arms circled around your waist and a head was placed in the crook of your neck. Soft kisses were placed on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You sighed and relaxed against Jungkook.
1/ What do you think Harry would do if you were his girlfriend and you were joining him on tour for awhile. After a show you, Harry, and a small group go to a local night club. You feel like letting loose so you indulge in a few drinks. Harry is staying relatively sober because he's got early morning press tomorrow, so you know he's got you covered.
2/ Your having fun and decide to go out onto the floor to dance. Your definatly drunk by now. You try your hardest to get H to come dance with you but he just laughes and declines. Part pooper. But you grab a female friend and head to the dance floor anyway. Harry sits at a table with his friends and chats, but he’s watching you like a hawk.
3/ your favourite song comes on so you’re really starting to let go. Eyes closed, you begin to sway. It feels great, even better knowing H is watching you. Then you feel it. The presence of a body next to you. Unfamiliar arms wrap around your torso and your yanked up against hard muscle.
4/ You can feel the persons excitement purposefully being pressed against your ass. Your shocked and startled. The stranger drops his mouth to the nape of your shoulder… You try and struggle but the man is obviously stronger then you. And he’s drunk….
He wouldn’t let that happen. He’d be over there before the man could do anything else. He’d not so politely wedge between you and the guy, and kinda keep a hold on your arm. “Hey man, she’s not interested. Thanks.”
The man would be defensive but Harry wouldn’t budge. He’d nod I think and he wouldn’t do anything to get a fight started, but he would be less than friendly. “Yeah, just ask a girl before you grab her, yeah?”
And he’d kind of pull you off, not saying anything until you’re far away. “You okay? Think we should go, hm? Did he hurt you?”
Rey dancing in a club and makes * eye contact * with a tall dark stranger
Here you go! A Reylo drabble as promised, you ask and I will deliver. Hope you enjoy :)
The beat of the music thumped throughout the club, the
overhead lights dashing and dividing every color of the spectrum across the
faces of the dance floor crowd. Tipsy girls in skin tight dresses slammed their
heels into the dance floor and twisted their torsos alongside their friends, flashy jewelry twinkling in the lights.
Finn and Rey perch themselves at the edge of the bar,
waiting on another round of shots purchased with her fake ID. They looked out
at the girls tugging up their strapless sequin dresses, girls with their hair
done up and eyeliner drawn in thick black wings.
“This is a bad idea.” Finn insisted as Rey handed him the
brimming glass of liquor. She cut him a look before tipping the glass back, her
throat bobbing as she swallowed down her shot, wincing at the fire the alcohol
burned on its path down. Ceremoniously, they finish their glasses and land them
upside down on the bar in tandem.
“Too late now!” she laughs, taking her friend’s hand and
tugging him along to the throng of people before he could protest. Squeezing past
the gyrating bodies, they clear a space and Rey lets go of Finn’s hand,
beginning to sway her hips in her pale peach dress. Smiling as Finn danced shamelessly alongside her, Rey raised her arms over
her body, the flowy kimono sleeves of her dress sliding down to her tanned
shoulders. She began to loosen up—a product of the alcohol, and she loved it.
Her body swayed to the music naturally, the lights from the club splaying across
her face and catching the gold glitter in her eye shadow as she rolled her neck.
There are times when she is so into the dancing that it
becomes a singular experience. She gets lost, her head falling back in abandon as
she soaks in the lights, then her eyes slip shut and she’s just gone.
soaking in the music like its rain. The world around her falls away until there
is only the music. She is unaware of how she moves and all the people watching the
riveting motions of her hips. It’s an exploration of the intimate bond she forms with the rhythm, creating the sensuality that draws people in.
Across the club, Kylo watches this radiant girl. Watches as
the chestnut waves of her hair unfurl from her bun and gather around her
shoulders, watches as her delicate hand slides past the lace near her plunging
neckline to lift her little skirt up her thigh, he just watches this vision
dancing in the lights and the lace.
It’s here, under the lights and the stares that she sees
him. Her eyes open for a brief and hazy moment, knowing instantly when she
finds him what she was searching for. She took in the tall and dark stranger
across the way, ignoring the men looking her up and down with their hands on
A pair of massive and broad shoulders leaned against the
wall, his crossed arms displaying the strength of his pale biceps. Her gaze
traveled higher, brows raising in interest along the way and her front teeth catching
her bottom lip as she liked what she saw. His dark hair cast shadows along the sharp angles of his jaw
and the hollows of his throat, his full lips parting slightly as she
constellated the freckles dotting his honest face. When she reached his eyes
and found his gaze fixed squarely upon her she looked away, a blush creeping up
He eyed her from across the room, watching her watch him.
With shyness thrown to the wind–courtesy of the alcohol, she
met his intense stare again, tossing her hair and finding her rhythm with the
music once more. She extended her arm out towards him and then turned her palm
clockwise, her fingers twisting to rest on her thumb as if curling around a
length of rope to pull him forward. A slight smile softened her freckled
cheeks, and his eyes caught the glint in hers that meant for him to join her.
He pushed people aside blindly as he strolled towards her, his gaze focused on
the connection between their eyes.
Before long, Rey felt the strength of his arms as they encircled her. Then her eyes close in a newfound bliss as they sank into one another easily, leaning her head back against his dense chest and guiding his hands along the bones of her hips. His
head dropped into the fragrant hollow of her neck, the edge of his nose trailing the length of her
throat and brushing over her chandelier earrings. The thin material of her dress did nothing to shield her from the heat of his touch against her waist, his hands
crushing the polyester between his fingers as he held her tight against him.
They drifted, sinking into the warmth of one another and the flow of the people around them when Rey’s hands decided they belonged in his hair. His lips softly brushed over the space
where her pulse throbbed, her breath shuddering as they parted and she could feel the slight edge
of his teeth as he dragged his mouth upwards. Goosebumps broke across her flesh and her lashes fluttered when he crested her jaw. Rey shifted the angle of her hips to the right, her heel dragging across the floor as she tipped her pelvis back into his, fingers weaved into the softness of his hair.
His identity is completely unknown to her. She doesn’t know
his name, his age, or even if he’s on the F.B.I’s most wanted list. He’s
dangerous either way.
She thought back to what Finn said earlier about this
being a bad idea, and she remembered her response to him as she let the stranger’s hands curve around her, his long fingers capturing the girth of her waist completely.
Still taking sentence prompts, might take me 24 hours to fill but I’ll get around to them. Thanks for reading!
Newt Stood in the middle of the dance floor as he watched you walk away from him. He didn’t know if he should go after you or Not.
“Newt what are you doing standing here go after her.” Tina said as she walked over to him. “ what’s the point. She hates me I ruined her date.” Newt looked down sadly. He had been in love with you since that day on the train. He was sitting alone one the train, already missing home when you walked in and asked if you could sit with him. When he asked why you wanted to sit with home and not somewhere else, you replied with there was something special about him and you had to know what. Newt knew then that you were the one for him at 11.“The point is that you love her and she loves you, so go after her.” Tina slapped his shoulder, “you both are so blind to each other feelings and now it is getting out of hand.”
Newt didn’t agree with Tina, you couldn’t possibly feel the same about him. He asked you out on dates countless times.
•Flashback last week•
Newt was sitting next to you on the ground in his case against a tree. You were sketching one of Newt’s creatures and he was reading, or trying to. You couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were breathtaking the way you bit your lip as you sketched and the wind in you h/c hair.
“Y/n,so you know how p-people go to dinner and m-movies right? You glance up at Shy Hufflepuff. And laugh ” Yes Newt those are called dates.
“Oh Yes those, how would you feel about one, y-you know date. You didn’t go one many.”
“I’m too busy to Date Newt, and I have met the Guy worth dating.” You looked away from him never good at lying to his face. But you missed the way he deflated.
“O-oh, no one?”
Tina laughed after Newt’s story.
“Newt, it didn’t sound like you were asking her to go on a date. Maybe she was confused.” Newt shook his head. “Still she hasn’t found the right guy, until tonight and I ruined it. I’m going to find her.” With that Newt walked out, determined to find you.“
"Those two are crazy.” Tina laughed as she watched him go
“They belong together.”
THERE WILL BE A PART THREE REALLY SOON HOPEFULLY SORRY THAT IT IS CRAP
As the group of seven, irl 5 kids (8-14) and their (40s) parents goes further into the jungle, they are ambushed by a tribe of Cliffwalk Shifters. Everyone but the Monk fails their diplomacy check, so while the tribe lets them stay in their camp that night, they weren’t too friendly towards the party.
Now I like to get the players invested in the world as much as I can, so that night, the Shifters engaged in a tribal dance around a fire with a cool thing happening at the end. I’d rolled for the 4 Shifters dancing and the best got a 19 on his performance check. With no bard in the party, I expected the characters to just watch and learn some culture.
I did not expect the Dragonborn Paladin to try to redeem himself on the dance floor.
Paladin OOC: I’m gonna try to dance as best I can to make these people like me.
Me, surprised: Uh, sure. Roll performance.
The table roars and I feel the blood drain from my face.
Me: Ok, so all of you watch as your Dragonborn friend, known for his enforcement of justice and valor, absolutely kill it on the dance floor.
Rogue: Woo, you go Tornader!
Me: The Shifters are awestruck by the performance. After a moment of talking, a young and beautiful Shifter run out of a tent and straight up to Tornader. Before any of you can react, she kisses him passionately.
Paladin OOC: What’s happening?
Me, as the Shifter chief: Well done, scaled one. For your incredible performance in our ceremonial dance, you have won the hand of my daughter, Nutmeg, and are now a part of our tribe. Though we do not know the final place of the Journey Yet to Come, I am pleased to say you shall walk it together as Husband and Wife. Congratulations, my son.
Let me tell you, the look of horror that plays out on a 10 year old’s face when he finds out he has a wife to come home to is priceless. They are still married to this day, as he doesn’t think it would look good if a Paladin went through a divorce.