hangover news

Chivalry is dead (Roomate!AU)

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Summary: After a rough night, reader wakes up with the worst hangover and the news that her long time crush is planning a romantic dinner for his date.

Warnings: Reader is a crazy dickhead.

Words: 4K

A/N: This is my entry for @tatortot2701 ‘s AU Writing challenge! (I believe she has still some prompts available) I hope you like it! Tried to make it angsty but I somehow couldn’t.

Originally posted by mackievanstan

“Oh man, oh man… Not again.” You groaned as the first rays of sunlight hit your lids, your arms wrapping around the pillow as you bent it over your head. “This is the last time I’ll–” You were sure your tongue had been replaced by sandpaper.

“It won’t.” The deep and loud voice resonated right in both sides of your temples, making you moan, the soft cushion muffling the sound. “Your relationship with vodka is the longest affair you’ve ever had.” He mocked, still leaning against the door frame, his playful smirk getting wider as he saw you showing him your middle finger.

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The morning after the championships is a different universe. All of the foxes are gathered in the girls’ suite, most of them nursing hangovers, and watching the news. They’ve dragged the bean bag chairs over from the monsters’ place. Andrew and Neil are pressed together in one, and Allison and Renee are in the other, Renee casually running her hands through Allison’s hair. Aaron sits on the windowsill, managing to look less pissed off than usual. Kevin and Matt share the couch, and Dan perches in Matt’s lap. Nicky is sprawled across the floor.

The news is in the middle of a segment about their win, and most of them are practically beaming with pride. The clip of Kevin’s final goal is playing over and over, and Kevin is trying to hide how pleased he is, but no one feels like mocking him for it today. They’re all proud of each other. For the first time ever the foxes know the taste of victory, and nothing can spoil it for them.

The screen changes, cutting away from the coverage of the game, to a grim faced reporter. “In breaking news, Riko Moriyama, captain of the Ravens’ Exy team has been found dead from an apparent self inflicted gunshot wound. This is the second death in college Exy this season, following the death of the Palmetto Foxes Seth G—”

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fic: Let Your Heart Be Light (Olicity, Rated M) Chapter 1/14

Let Your Heart Be Light (4304 words) by callistawolf
Chapters: 1/14
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen, Roy Harper, Tommy Merlyn, Moira Queen, Walter Steele, Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Malcolm Merlyn
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Christmas, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut
Oliver Queen is a billionaire former-playboy and he needs a girlfriend to bring to the family’s mountain cabin for Christmas. So he asks Felicity Smoak, a woman he knows from his company. She’s just a friend, but she’s also the only friend he has who he can trust with the ruse. Complications arise when he realizes that maybe what he thought he wanted isn’t what he wants at all. More than that, he starts to wonder if maybe the perfect answer to all his problems wasn’t in front of him all this time.

Author’s Note: Welcome to my Olicity Christmas AU! This is the story that I wrote during NaNoWriMo 2014, so its all finished and I’m just editing it now so the updates will be fairly regular. Note: THIS IS AU. Meaning this is not set during the canon-verse of the show. Same characters though, just no island for Oliver and no vigilante business. Sorry about that! This is also meant to be a bit cheesy: think Hallmark Channel Christmas Movie starring our favorite duo! I know, right? ITS TOO MUCH!

Read this chapter on Ao3 or FF

Oliver Queen had been avoiding his mother’s phone calls all week long and he knew he’d used up his last credible avoidance the day before when he’d faked a last-minute emergency meeting with the shareholders.  So when his assistant buzzed through to his office to tell him his mother was on line one, well, he knew his number was up.  He told her he’d take it.  

Reluctantly, Oliver turned away from the business reports he was reviewing on his oversized monitor and picked up the receiver on his office phone.  “Oliver Queen,” he said in greeting.  

“It’s about time you took my call,” his mother’s crisp voice replied. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve been avoiding me.”

Because that’s exactly what he’d been doing and this was his mother’s way of letting him know that she knew it. “I’ve been busy, Mother.  You and Dad the ones who wanted me to take an interest in running Queen Consolidated.  You’ve got your wish, or rather he did, but it doesn’t afford me a lot of free time.”

Any hope that his pointing this out would get her off his case disappeared with her next words. “No, you just don’t want me to harass you about your father’s will.”

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When the scariest stories we heard
happened around campfires instead
of on the ten o'clock news.

When hangovers were tricks we did on
the monkey bars during recess, when promises
melted like candy bars in our pockets. 

When ‘the last straw’ meant we had to drink
straight out of the can, when it had nothing
to do with breaking that boy’s heart. 

When everything was a fair fight. 
When it didn’t matter if you were a girl or a boy,
just how fast you could run or how high you could jump.

When our hearts didn’t break, they just
bounced back like rubber balls, when we played
rough because we weren't afraid of getting hurt.


When the sky fell and shattered at our feet,
when we understood gravity for the first time,
what it meant to be heavy.

When we finally learned our hearts
were not shaped like lace-trimmed valentines,
but curled fists ready to brawl. 

When we got sucker punched the first time
we fell in love, when love turned out to be a
boxing match we didn’t train hard enough for. 

When being a girl was the only thing that mattered.
When our bodies became more worthy of attention
than anything we thought or felt, said or didn’t say.

When our hearts broke as easily over nothing
as beer bottles on pavement. When we realized
hearts were like open wounds, always bleeding.