YOI au where everything is the same except Yakov jokingly tells Viktor to go find the drunk banquet boy in Japan never thinking he actually would and then Yakov regretting everything he's ever done in his life
“HOLY SHIT LILIA HE ACTUALLY LEFT JAPAN FOR THAT BOY”
I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)
“Scott, I’m going to kill you!”
The door of his apartment banged open and for the first time in years, Scott jumped in shock. His coffee mug hit the kitchen tile and shattered, piping hot coffee splashed over his bare feet, and he suddenly remembered Stiles saying at some point that he was learning how to mask his presence from werewolves.
Apparently he mastered that particular skill.
And how to magically and silently open a deadbolt.
Normally Scott would pick up Stiles’ familiar heartbeat two floors down, and his jeep while it was still a ways down the road, but this time, there had been nothing. No heartbeat, no jeep, not even footsteps in the hallway—until suddenly there was everything. Elevated heart rate, clouds of anger wafting through the apartment, Stiles stomping closer, furious for some reason, and Scott could do nothing to prepare himself because for the first time in his life, he was hungover.
He was dying, because just the night before, he discovered in the stupidest way possible that yes, werewolves could get drunk with the right tools and a little determination. And the right tool was some crazy strong alcohol Stiles brought back from Poland last year that could punch straight through even an alpha werewolf’s metabolism. And what did he do with that discovery?
Like a college freshman away from home for the first time, buckling under immense peer pressure.
He was hungover, he was dying, and he was an idiot.
An idiot who Stiles was apparently about to murder, judging by his murderous expression when he turned the corner and locked his wild, murderous gaze on Scott. His hair was tugged up in every direction, he’d probably slept in that loose and stretched shirt, and he had the manic energy of a man who’d been roaming the streets looking for vengeance.
It had been years since Scott last felt any kind of inkling of fear towards his best friend, but right then, standing in his underwear in a puddle of hot coffee, feeling nauseous and fuzzy and somehow bloated—he was horribly aware of the mountain ash that Stiles always had on him. It was the emissary’s favorite threat towards werewolves who pissed him off, and while he rarely ever followed through with it, that murderous face promised no empty threats. Just revenge.
Scott stepped out of the puddle of hot coffee. That was really all he could do to improve the situation.
“You told him,” Stiles accused, eyes narrowed with rage as he stalked closer. “You actually told him, I can’t believe you would tell him!”
the first thing jean ever sends to the trojans group chat is a ten-second video of a drunk jeremy dancing around the dorm as he lip-synchs to kylie’s your disco needs you, which then cuts to jean, wordlessly holding up an alarm clock that reads 03:23 am
au where vicchan didn't die, and yuuri actually did well at the gpf. he didn't get drunk at the banquet so he never met victor. years later yuuri is at the gpf to support phichit, and victor is coaching yuri o. victor accidentally mistakes yuuri for phichits coach, and says something about phichit skating that makes yuuri offended on his behalf, so he tells phichit he's gonna become his coach and phichit is just like 'what'. cue accidental rivalry, lot of sexual tension and a pissed off yurio
Nunvil is like a really light beer to Alteans so they have a naturally high tolerancy
Allura doesnt drink that mess so shes the designated Castle Driver
“ Coran, that junk is like rat poison even to Alteans i don’t believe this was a good idea”
Coran is the Altean equivalent to a vodka aunt, and he drinks nunvil like water and doesnt feel a thing
he gossips with aliens across the universe over a few bottles
The “sociable drunk”
shiro doesnt let her have any at first but she sneaks a drink while hes not looking
Forgets shes on an alien planet and talks to everybody
Swears like a sailor even more than usual and tells wild stories that have even the bravest aliens in the galaxy quaking in their boats
Pidge, to a group of sketchy alien pirates: so there i was, 3rd grade, dragging her by the pigtails around the playground! and the bitch still had the nerve to say smth so i socked her right in the mouth n pulled the rubber bands from her braces!! yea Susie didn mess with the Holts after that! The aliens, visibly terrified: *scoot away*
Shes also a dancing drunk but once she and Keith started jumping on tables and stools Shiro Shut it Down
Pidge, hopping on a stool: “ykno what fuck it hEY EVERYONE ANOTHER ROUND FOR THE WHOLE BAR ON THE PALADINS OF VOLTRON!!!!!!” Shiro, slamming a hand over her mouth: “nOPE no its not we’re not doing that”
The “emotional drunk”
Also known as the ‘relentless crier about eveything’
“Lance listen ur like my best friend in the whole world idk what id do without u ur a good man come over here, pidge, u too ykno ur so brave for cutting ur hair and sneaking into the garrison matts a lucky dude if i had a lil sister id wish she was half as amazing as u u guys r like the brother n sister i never had, u too keith and shiros like my chill uncle of smth n i love u all so much i jus”
The “came out to have a good time and is bitter he can’t actually get drunk” drunk
Its not fair he offered they do this! he was honestly ready to go to a space bar and get space wasted but he still hates the taste of Nunvil and after 4 drinks he feels nothing like is the universe out to get him or what!!
Doesn’t flirt with any of the aliens that come on to him bc they’re drunk so he just politely declines all night but he takes pride in knowing he looks good under drunk goggles
After 6 rounds he gives up and settles on drinking something fruity from a thin glass and taking embarrassing pictures of Keith
Even if he can’t get drunk he can still have a good time
First of all, he’s a huge light weight. Even more than Pidge n shes half his body mass jot that down
All it takes is like 2 rounds during a competition with Lance and hes Out
Somehow switches between the “goofy” drunk and the “always dtf (down to fight)” drunk in 4 seconds flats
Keith: Lance is really pretty…. Anyone: really? I don’t see it- Keith, holding a knife to their throat: what the fuck does that mean
Laughs at everything. A lot. No one has heard this much laughter come from Keith not even Shiro and hes known the kid for years
Thinks he can fight the sun and he will
All Shiro hears is “Hunk hold my cup” and hes up in 3 seconds to stop him
He somehow starts a fight over space cryptids with some alien and nope they have to leave their whole planet has declared war on them gdi keith
Is reluctant at first but eventually he’s tired of watching everyone so he takes one (1) drink
He regrets it to this day
The “venting” drunk
He goes off on vents about the Garrison for so long he doesnt even realize the alien he was talking to has already left
“I’m like an elephant, ok? if i walk into a room, its like, woah hes in there”
On the ride home, Allura is grumpy, Coran is unaffected, Shiro is already developing the Worst Hangover in the Universe, Pidge is knocked out on the kitchen counter, Keith is passed out on Hunk’s chest while he snores like an animal and Lance is just now feeling tipsy.
Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.
You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.
There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.
The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.
Warnings: Dom themes, marijuana usage, inappropriate step-siblings stuff, very light dubcon.
Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.
Note: If you read all this, you deserve a kookie, forreal. The other BTS members feature in this (briefly) and SHOUTS OUT TO TOP FOR MAKING AN APPEARANCE. Also, to clear things up, I switched the ages around and Jungkook is a year older than the OC, Taehyung and Jimin. The three of them are seniors in high school and Jungkook graduated last year so he don’t go to school with them anymore. OH AND THE FIRST SCENE IS INSPIRED BY BLACK SWAN THE MOVIE. LOL BYE.
Humiliation washed over you like a fucking Tsunami. Your chest was heavy, palms sweaty, heart pounding, eyes stinging with tears, bottom lip quivering and a lump in your throat that was disabling you from speaking.
Choi Seunghyun was an esteemed dance director - known all over the country and the day you auditioned and were accepted into his Studio, to say you were thrilled was a complete understatement. He was every bit professional, focused and dedicated to the art of making well-rounded ballerinas like yourself. Yes, he was tough and ruthless and sometimes even cruel when it came to instructing, never really even cracking a smile, just one hundred percent intent on working hard with his students - but that kind of behavior was what crafted good, professional dancers.
However… With your entire year of knowing him and being his student, you never knew he could be this cruel. After all your hard work, endless hours practicing in the studio, basically living, breathing and eating ballet all for the sake of the lead position in the upcoming show - he had the nerve to take it away from you.
You were utterly shocked and mortified by the words that had come out of his mouth.
note: I decided to do this request as a drabble series as opposed to a one-shot or actual series bc I feel that taking broken glimpses at the relationship will be much more effective than a straight forward linear telling. Also most of them will be longer than this one, but it’s more of just an introduction to the story!
“I slept with someone.”
The four words that were said to you all of those months ago, wrapped in the static of cellphone towers that were trying to connect the two of you from across oceans. You remembered choking out a broken and fragmented, “W-what did you say?” Because for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself from needing to hear the words again even though you registered them perfectly the first time. Every single syllable had already embedded itself inside of your mind, and that sentiment still rang true even now, almost two months later.
“Y/N, dear, thank you for bringing Fred in one piece.” Molly Weasley handed you a cup of tea. “Really. It still amazes me how he managed to find a girlfriend who’ll actually tolerate his devilish tactics.” she mostly told the last statement to herself rather than to you, moving on to the kitchen once again to now prepare for breakfast.
You grinned. “It was no biggie, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” you sipped your tea silently.
“Well, it’s the least I could do considering how my son disturbed you. Oh, I swear, as soon as he wakes up he’ll hear something from me and I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.”
Mrs Weasley kept on speaking to herself even more after that, her tone obviously mad from the way Fred behaved that it made you chuckle as you finally finish you drink.
Honestly, what Fred did wasn’t too grand. He just had enough drinks to actually get drunk last night, he apparated to your house and insisted to sleep there, but since you knew how strict your parents were, you just decided to bring him home at the Burrow instead. You were supposed to come back that very moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him so you settled in staying with him just for night, planning on waking up tomorrow as early as possible to go home unnoticed by your mum and dad.
It was definitely a good thing that your parents were such heavy sleepers.
“Thanks for the tea, Mrs Weasley. I’ll just go upstairs and change my clothes then I’ll be leaving.” you stood up from your chair.
“Okay, honey, please do make yourself feel at home.”
You headed to the staircase and quickly made your way to Fred’s room. You were wearing a shirt of his for the meanwhile of your stay and your clothes from yesterday (which still smelled decent, thank the heavens for that) was on the edge of his bed.
Before you could take off your shirt, you peered suspiciously at your boyfriend’s still sleeping figure. Well, it wasn’t like it would be the first time he would see you naked if he was awake, but somehow you still wanted to keep your guard up.
When you were sure he was still unconscious, you stripped down as quietly as you can. Though just as you were buttoning your pants, your upper body completely bare except for the bra that you were wearing, you abruptly heard Fred grunt and turn behind you.
“Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?” his hoarse voice filled the area, a chuckle escaping his mouth afterwards.
You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking.” you rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing your shirt that was still on the foot of his bed.
Fred took a minute before answering and sitting up, “Did we …” he slowly asked you again in grogginess, his eyes not even opened entirely as he gazes at you.
“No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” you laughed to yourself, soon sitting down to wear your shoes.
“You seem disappointed.” you teased.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you still drunk, love?”
Fred chuckled again. “No. Just amazed that my girlfriend has self-control.” he had the nerve to joke.
After you have successfully worn your shoes, you finally walked towards the bed and sat beside him. He was already looking at you though, bringing his hand to your leg and closing his eyes again.
“Seriously, Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he yawned.
You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Everything for my favorite man.” you winked playfully. “Though now, I need to get going before my parents wake up. You know, you should be thankful they’re both muggles or else they’d be aware of my late night sneaking out.”
“At least give me a proper kiss before you go.”
You smiled, reaching down and attaching your lips to his. You felt him smile, his hand moving its way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You almost melted into him because of how warm he was in the morning and how he was honestly such a good kisser, but as you broke free, you realized what he was trying to do.
“Nope, not working on me, Weasley.” you pecked his lips once more before standing up and getting your wand from the table.
Fred dramatically sighed. “I was sure it would work this time.” he grinned, his face now red.
You chuckled. “Whatever.” you looked at his eyes again. “Make sure to apologize to your mum when you go downstairs, okay? Stop giving Molly such a headache.”
“I will. Go home safely.”
With one final playful wink, you waved your wand and apparated back to your room, where your own bed was messy and the door was still tightly sealed with a lock.