The LI's watching a drunken Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor talk endlessly to the other tavern-goers about how much they absolutely adore their lover; how wonderful and perfect they are, how incredibly blessed they are to have them. When a patron gets annoyed/bored and walks away, they just start all over with another patron.
Alistair: He’s extremely uncomfortable with the whole thing. He lets them run through two people before he drags them off to bed. “No, no. You’re embarrassing me! And you’re drunk. Just get some rest. It’s fine.”
Zevran: He’s sitting right next to the Warden the whole time, talking over them about how wonderful they are. He thinks it’s a great joke and tries to say increasingly outrageous things, hoping that the Warden will rise to the challenge, just to see the patrons’ faces.
Leliana: She thinks it’s sweet, and she’s just drunk enough to watch it all play out with a dreamy smile. For hours. Until the Warden passes out midsentence. That’s okay, though. It was lovely.
Morrigan: She claps her hand over the Warden’s mouth the moment it becomes clear that they have no intention of stopping. She’s not going to allow that. Random people in a tavern don’t deserve the Warden’s attention. And she really doesn’t want every random person in a tavern to know all that.
Fenris: He freezes up for a while, unable to figure out what to do as Hawke just babbles away to anyone who will listen about how amazing he is and how much they love him. When Hawke moves on to a fourth patron to slur at he finally manages to go over to them and get them into bed. “I love you, too, Hawke,” he says softly once they’re snoring away in bed. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was actually really nice to hear all that.
Isabela: She laughs and creates a stage out of a table and a couple of chairs and sits Hawke in the center of attention. “Yes, love, tell everyone how great I am!” She’s watching the whole thing with a grin. She loves it.
Anders: He’s pretty uncomfortable with it, but it takes him a little while to figure out what to do. In the end, Hawke rambles away to two people before he collects them and takes them home. “I love you, too, Hawke, but the tavern really isn’t the place for that.”
Merrill: She’s vibrating with both anxiety and happiness as Hawke tells anyone who will listen how much they love her. She bounces up and down in place, hands pressed to her mouth and eyes wide as she listens. Finally, she throws her arms around Hawke. “Oh, Hawke, I love you, too!” she tell them, her face buried in their shoulder. No one has ever cherished her the way Hawke does, and she loves it.
Cullen: The second he hears that the Inquisitor is in the Herald’s Rest talking about their relationship, he goes to collect them. He’s the Commander and they’re the Inquisitor, and that sort of behavior really should be allowed in public. His entire upper body is beet red when he collects his drunken lover, but he keeps his spine straight as he send them to bed.
Josephine: She’s blushing and lets it go on just a little longer than she really should just so she can hear it, then takes her lover to bed. With a glass of water right beside them, she tucks them in and kisses them goodnight, secretly pleased with what happened.
Cassandra: She smacks the Inquisitor to get them to stop, then takes them someplace quiet and private and lets them ramble about how much they love her. She wants to hear it, but she doesn’t want anyone else to hear it.
Iron Bull: He thinks it’s great fun! He keeps the Inquisitor’s cup full and lets them talk until they’re hoarse. The Chargers tease him mercilessly, but it’s all worth it!
Blackwall: “Now, my lady, that’s really improper,” he tries to say, but the Inquisitor just talks louder. After a while, he just scoops them up and sends them to bed. It’s sweet, but he’s not comfortable with it.
Sera: It’s great! Well, she knew it all already, but to hear Inky just keep talking is great! She’ll correct them sometimes or add things. And she makes sure the drinks keep coming!
Solas: He wasn’t in the tavern when it was happening, but hears the next morning that his vhenan was drunk and talking non-stop about how much they love him. He says nothing about it, not to anyone. When he sees the Inquisitor, hungover and sheepish, he kisses them lightly and makes a hangover cure, but otherwise doesn’t comment. He can’t deny, privately to himself, that he finds it oddly compelling.
Dorian: He’s right next to his amatus, and just drunk enough to let it go on without comment, his chest bowed out with pride. They laugh about it the next morning, both hungover with their limbs tangled together in the sheets.
Imagine a wild night in Rome with your husband after the last day of JibCon.
Characters: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: fluff, Jensen gyrating(Yes it’s a warning), SMUT, some dirty talk
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: I able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean (That has gone on ENTIRELY too long.) This is fic number TWENTY-FOUR. The line, “Bring me some pie,” was requested by @percywinchester27. It was supposed to be fluff, but you can’t always get what you want. ;) This is just smutty, smut because all of the JibCon photos got me WORKED UP. (sigh) I also promised Ana so gyrating Jensen and this was the perfect opportunity for it. Not so much obviously drunk Jensen, but it’s hot either way. ;)
A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️
“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”
You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.
“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.
“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.
“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”
You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.
Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.
“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?
“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?
“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?
You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?
“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.
“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”
“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”
He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.
“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.
He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”
Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”
When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.
Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.
Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.
When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.
It threw him way off guard, and off his game.
“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.
“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”
Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”
Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.
“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.
“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.
“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.
“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.
Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.
“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”
The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.
“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”
“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.
“Unless the waiver is sign-”
“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”
Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.
“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”
Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.
As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.
“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”
Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.
Someone let out a snort.
“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.
“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”
Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.
“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.
“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.
Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.
Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.
But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?
“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”
“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.
“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”
“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.
He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.
“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.
Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.
Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.
“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”
The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what. With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.
“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”
Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.
“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”
Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”
“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”
Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.
Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.
Queen of hearts.
Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.
As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.
“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”
Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.
You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.
What if Remy refuses?
The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.
Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.
“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.
“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.
That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.
“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.
The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.
A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.
You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.
You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.
Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.
“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.
Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.
Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.
“C'est une fille.” he whispered.
Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.
“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.
This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.
Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.
If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.
If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.
I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.
The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.
You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.
I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.
I love you both so much, never forget that.
He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.
“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.
“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.
“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.
“I’m just fine.”
Before you freak out, this is not the end lol! It’s just the end for Remy as we know it (; there is still three more chapters to go you guys!!
In your drunken state you didn’t realize that you texted Jin instead of Hoseok. You just start ranting about how much you liked Jin.
you: hobiii i want to tell jin how much i like him
you: he probably doesn’t like me back though ahhh
Jin would be so shocked with this new found information. He would respond confused and telling you that he wasn’t Hoseok, and that he definitely likes you.
jin: um (y/n) it’s jin ha..
you: oh shIT
Drinking was probably the worst decision you made tonight since you texted decided to text Jin asking for help on your crush on Namjoon.
you: jin what do i have to do to get namjoon’s attention
you: whyy am i such a wimp
you: he doesn’t like me anyway
Namjoon would be confused why you called him Jin, but it hit him. You liked him as in a relationship way? He would think about what to say and text you back.
namjoon: well that’s not too much of a problem since i like you back
You talked to Jungkook about your crush on Yoongi a lot, so during your emotionally drunken state you let your feelings fly.
you: kook ffsflkm i’m so dumb
you: im drunk and im so in love min yoongi.
you: welp TT
Yoongi would be confused but he was a little smiley that you liked him back. He noticed that you pointed out that you were drunk, so he would text you in the morning confessing his feelings back to you.
yoongi: well im not jungkook but i like you too
You liked talking to Yoongi about your feelings for Hoseok, since they were pretty close as friends. After a night filled with drinks, you were overwhelmed with feelings so you text Yoongi for some advise.
you: how do i tell hoseok i like him?
you: does he even like me?
Hoseok would be first confused but then become ecstatic. He would text you back immediately freaking out and telling you that he likes you back.
hoseok: I LIKE YOU
you: hUH? fdckdfkxlldfskld
Namjoon was intelligent and could calm you down easily if you were freaking out Jimin. One night you were drunk and smitten for Jimin you decided to text Namjoon
you: joonie im so smitten for jimin
you: im drunk and i need help >-<
Jimin would have this cute smile, but he would be unsure how to answer back. Since he liked you back too but he would just go for it and confess back.
jimin: im not sure if i can help too..i like you too (y/n)
Jimin was very close to Taehyung so he knew lots of ways to help you confess to Tae. Of course you were to nervous to tell him but Jimin was still someone you talked to for advice.
you: ok. im drunk and im in love with tae
you: im gonna tell him
you: no im not hdbaiscb HA FUNN Y ME
you: chim? u der
Taehyung would find your texts extremely cute and funny. His boxy smile would be huge and he would confess to you in the morning when you were sober, for a better reaction.
tae: you’re adorable. i love you too (y/n)
you: fUCK really?
Taehyung knew a lot about Jungkook if ya know what i mean so you and tae quickly bonded. He tried to help you confess, but at the end of the day were you confident enough to do it. One night you were drunk and you gained the confidence to confess but then wimped out.
you: i was gonna confess to kook but im scared
you: are you sure he likes me?? taeee answerr
Jungkook would be shook af. lol He would be unsure to text you back or go meet you and talk about it. Of course he liked you back, so he gained some confidence and confessed.
kook: yes i’m sure he likes you
BONUS GIFS - random gifs i see while looking for reactions
Bts reaction to their crush getting drunk and conffesing their love the the member thinking they’re talking to someone else
*gifs aren’t mine unless I say so*
*requests are open*
“Y/N you really shouldn’t drink that much!” Jin scolded you and tried to take the drink from you. You looked at who you thought was Jimin and started to vent to him.
“I need to drink Jimin, I want to get my mind off of Jin with that other girl he was with earlier. I really like Jin and it hurts to see him with someone else. I’ve falled for Jin, I honestly have-”
“Y/N, come on you should get some sleep.” He would giggle at your drunken confession and lead you to your room so you could rest. Then in the morning he would ask you about it, and end up confessing to you as well.
Suga would be a little drunk aswell, but not as drunk as you. You walked up to who you thought was Tae, and just started talking.
“Oh my god, have you seen Yoongi? Oh my gosh he’s so attractive, and I love how laid back he is. It honestly kind of turns me on. I really want to get to know him. He seems really cool.”
“Well you could start by realizing I’m not Taehyung.” He laughed a little. You looked up and realized it was Yoongi.
“Ohmygod” you said fastly.
“I’d like to get to know you to.” He said.
“Y/N you should really go to bed, it’s really late. And you are extremely wasted.” Namjoon said.
“I don’t want to Yoongi, Namjoon is still here, I want to see him.”
He furrowed his eyebrows as you said “yoongi” but he decided to play around with the situation.
“Why do you want to see him?”
“Because I really like him, he’s so nice to me and makes me feel happy when I’m around him. I just wish he felt the same though.”
“Don’t worry, I think he like you too. Come on let’s sleep.” Namjoon said with a smile across his face.
You were home alone, and completly drunk. Without thinking, you called you best friend-or who you thought was your best friend- and started talking about Hoseok.
“Y/F/N, you have no idea how crazy he makes me, he’s honestly the greatest person in the world. Wow, I really love him-”
“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low?” You asked.
“Look at your contact name.” He laughed. You looked and it said Hoseok’s contact name. You froze as you heard him laugh.
“Ah you’re so cute Y/N!”
“Jin! Hi!” You said as you facetimes “Jin”. Jimin looked at you in confusion.
“Are you ok Y/N? You looked a little, you know, drunk.” Jimin said.
“Yeah Jin, I’m fine. Is Jimin around?” You asked. Jimin finally realized you thought he was Jin, but he was curious about what you had to say about him. So Jimin continued to be “Jin”.
“No, he’s not here right now.” He smirked.
“Good, do you know how Jimin feels about me? I really like him, but I want to know he feels the same before I tell him.
“He really likes you Y/N, he never shuts up about you.” Jimin laughed. “You’re talking to Jimin by the way.”
It was your 20th birthday, so you could now legally drink in Korea. Taehyung took you to a bar along with some of yours and his friends. You might have went a little overboard with the drinking and got completly wasted. You were sitting alone, and someone sat next to you.
“You look like someone I know.” You said while looking at him. He look at you with a puzzled expression.
“He’s someone I really love, he knows how to make me happy, and he’s just so perfect. I wish he felt the same.” You started to talk about him.
“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked, with a bit of jealousy.
“Kim Taehyung.” You smiled and sipped on your drink. He smiled and laughed a little.
“You really are drunk, Y/N I am Taehyung.”
Jungkook told you he was going to be home late from practice today, so you invited your best friend over. Little did you know, she brought achohol and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity.
A few hours later you both were wasted, and Y/F/N was in the bathroom probably throwing up. You heard footsteps, and you automatically assumed it was Y/F/N.
“I should have never drank that! If Jungkook finds out I drank underage, he’ll never love me back!” You cried.
“You love me?” You heard Jungkook’s voice.
“Oh my gosh, Kookie forgive me!” You ran to him and hugged. He hugged you back and patted the back you your head.
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. But I do love you back.” He smiled.
I hope you liked it! I tried my best :) Requests are open!
yo whats ineffable husbands looks gay im interested
buckle up, pal
alright. so there’s this book called Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, published in may 1990. two main characters are
and Aziraphale, who is an angel who has not, in fact, fallen, because he’s a Good Angel!!! they’re both canonically sexless and the book is extremely progressive in gender and sexuality, despite when it was written, such as ‘shes become a lesbian but that’s all right these days!’ and ‘morning, sir or madam or neuter’ (there are a few gay slur used as insults, but they are shown as generally bad). the authors have denied a sexual relationship (ACES!!!!) but neil basically said ‘well, romantic interpretation is up to you ;)’
now, these two entities, over time, have basically become Good Friends™, despite the unlikelihood of a demon and an angel getting along. this is mostly facilitated by the fact that crowley thinks it’s acceptable demon activity to glue coins to the sidewalk and he has an emotional attachment to a car, while aziraphale owns a bookshop that he refuses to sell books from and just really likes sushi. they’re. they’re awful ok. both of them
the book has a lot of really amazing social commentary and it’s extremely funny, regardless of characters, bc the writing styles are so comedic, never even in a dramatic scene is there a lack of humor. (”the antichrist! how many nipples does he have?”)
ineffable husbands is the name of the ship between these two useless occult/ethereal beings. there’s so much of it in the book that anathema literally thinks they’re a couple (seriously), they’re referred to as a couple, and a love song is referenced for them. and of course, people just generally meeting the angel form three impressions:
as Good Friends, these two get drunk together, hold hands, fight together, generally trust each other more than they rely on their respective sides of heaven and hell?? run to danger for each other, freak out when the other is in danger, run errands for each other…
basically, they’re gay as hell if you like to read it as such, and the book is excellent for all other characters too, and i admit i don’t give them nearly as much attention as they deserve, so lemme just say anathema is a badass and newt is an idiot (i love him) and death is a chill dude.
also, queen songs.
r e a d i t. and message me your reactions as you go.
TalesFromYourServer: Sir, I warned you, we don't refund the wings.
Hi everybody! Friendly neighborhood homo-barkeep here! Its my day off and I decided to tell yall this story from Saturday.
As Ive said, my bar has some small food items. One of these is a hellish recipe the owner made for hot wings, theyre amazing, but they will kick your ass if you aren’t a spicy food fanatic. Luckily, we have three levels: Hot Wings, Fire Wings, Hell Wings. The first two arent that bad but the Hell Wings are so hot they have to be prepared with gloves. I dont know all of what the owner puts in, but they marinate for 2 days in their sauce. They are painfully hot if you aren’t used to spicy foods(they make some people sick). The owner requires we warn anyone who orders them.
Anyway, we got a drunk guy at the bar who asked for a menu. So I toss him one and after a few minutes he calls me over and asks for the wings. I go through the spiel:
Me: Sir, are you sure about that? These wings are extremely hot. And once you have ordered them I cannot refund them. I can just give you one to let you try it.
Drunk Guy: Just gimme em. I aint no p***y
I send his order back to the kitchen and I go back to my job. His wings come up and I bring them over with ranch, blue cheese, and thousand island. I decide to walk over to the resturant side and retrieve a glass of milk just in case. I get back about two minutes later. And I am greeted by an always funny sight. A drunk guy, red in the face and sweating, thumping his leg, while a vein threatens to blow out of his forehead. I set the glass in front of him and he takes a drink, swishes it around and swallows, he repeats this drink by drink with the whole glass(I guess he is experienced with hot foods.) and slams the glass down(rude).
He’s panting but no longer red in the face. I look at his basket. He ate one wing and didnt touch the sauces(LPT: when trying wings at a new place, have your first bite with some sort of dip.). He doesnt seem to have any complaints so I go on with my night eventually taking his uneaten wings.
Eventually he flagged me down for his tab I print it out and bring it to him. As soon as I hand it to him he points at the wings on his ticket.
DG: you need to take those off.
Me: [oh this is gonna be good] was there something wrong with them?
DG: yeah they were too spicy.
Me: oh, well sir, I warned you about that when you asked for them. I also told you I can’t give refunds on them.
DG: BUT I ONLY ATE ONE!!
Me: and we had to make 15 of them.
DG: TAKE THEM OFF MY BILL OR I WONT PAY.
Me: sir, I cannot take them off and if you do not pay I will call the police.
He opened his mouth to argue but instead opened his wallet and counted out 67 dollars and told me to make sure to get his change. I didn’t care about the lack of tips. I was happy to have him gone. And I got free wings out of it.
TL;DR- I warned him they were spicy and I couldnt give a refund. Spoiler: he didn’t get a refund.
How do you think Magnus convinces the boy squad to go with him to Karaoke this Friday?
Oh my sweet little anon. How, how? one word.
as soon as Magnus mentions Karaoke to the boy squad, there is a collective groan. Actually it is mostly from Isak. Mahdi quite likes the idea.
Isak stares at him in surprise.
“what? I love music. I’ve been in choir half my life.”
now Jonas and Magnus are also staring at him.
“shut up. You don’t know me” Mahdi shifts biting into his sandwich.
Jonas blinks a couple times, trying to let the shock pass before turning to Magnus “who’s gonna be there?”
“you’re actually considering this?” Isak asks “it’s another bus thing. You hate the bus thing…not to mention” he lowers his voice dramatically “pepsi max”
“but dude that’s a lot of girls” Jonas argued “and music is fun.”
Isak rolled his eyes “anti capitalism my ass” he muttered earning a death stare from Jonas and a high five from Mahdi.
“So?” Magnus asked with his hands raised “are we going?”
“nei, you guys can but I am not spending three hours singing beyonce with 20 drunk pepsi max girls.”
Suddenly Isak felt warm arms wrap around his neck from behind. he smiled and looked up just as Even pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Even walked around the table and sat next to Isak, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
“did someone say beyonce?”
Isak groaned “fy faen”
Magnus grinned “Well actually-”
“nei Magnus” Isak tried to interject, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
Even raised his eyebrows, and rubbed Isak’s shoulder. “are you hiding beyonce from me baby? now that is extremely unfair.”
Isak couldn’t help smiling. god dammit everytime Even was around his cheeks hurt like hell.
“hmm what is it?” he pressed smiling closely at Isak making him giggle.
Isak rolled his eyes and waved at Magnus “he wants to go to some russbuss event thing.”
“Oh? Vilde’s bus?’ Even asked intrigued.
Magnus nodded “they are going to karaoke and Vilde invited me because i’m her boyfriend and everything”
“you literally don’t need to say that in every sentence man” Mahdi stated.
Even grinned “KARAOKE!” he exclaimed enthusiastically
Isak shook his head, while still smiling at his boyfriends adorable excitement. He was foreever conflicted between being his sarcastic self and melting at Even’s soft beauty, whenever he was around.
“I love Karaoke.” Even said nodding “we would love to come.”
“what?” Even said teasingly as he pressed his forehead against Isak’s “you have something against karaoke”
“nei” Isak smiled, his chest getting warm and fluffy.
“you don’t want me to serenade you?”
Isak leant his head back, his face flushed with a giant toothy grin, making Even’s entire world glow “Eveeeeeen”
Even pouted “please? sing beyonce with me?”
“fy faen” Isak breathed. knowing he could never say no to pouty beyonce loving Even.
Magnus grinned “it’s gonna be lit.”
Oh my gosh this wasn’t meant to be a drabble I swear….but it became one i’m so sorry <3
Yondu and Kraglin fighting over you would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo LOL for them being trolls XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-The two of them noticing how the other seems happier than usual and ending up having a little casual talk about what makes them feel that way, only to end up admitting to each other that they have feelings for you and being shocked
-Yondu suddenly having a change in his plans and tasking you to accompany him while Kraglin gets busy with some other work, making him confront the other man about how unfair he is to hoard you for himself like that
-Kraglin always bribing the others to let him sleep with you while in the puppy pile and acting bashful just to make you smile as he’d wrap his arms around your waist, only to somehow always end up feeling Yondu’s arms around you as well, frustrating him as he thinks how he went through a lot to get his place
-Yondu teaching you how to pilot the ship but being extremely close and touchy feely with you, only for Kraglin to butt in the lesson as well and do the same to you, and suddenly they’d both start to try to push one another away behind your back
-Kraglin secretly inviting you over to go get drunk with him and just getting excited at the idea of being able to see you in such a cute way, only to be taken back when he sees Yondu has already gotten you drunk first and is smirking into his direction
-Yondu trying to impress you with all the things he can do with his arrow, smirking to himself when he sees how you’d light up, only for Kraglin to try and ruin his plans by stealing the prototype and using it himself
-Kraglin always acting shy and thankful whenever you’d give him something, knowing that you like him like that, only for Yondu to scoff and take away whatever it was out of jealousy and inciting another stupid fight between the both of them for it
-Yondu having a sweet mouth and knowing exactly how to make you blush with his words and touches, only for Kraglin to barge in and try to do the same to you but it all comes out awkward, making you and Yondu both laugh a little too much
-Kraglin trying to impress you with all the gifts he can afford for you, making Yondu always have to one up him, even going as far to put some emotional value into it as he’d sometimes even end up giving you one of his beloved trinkets
-Them being in disbelief that you are still this oblivious to their feelings for you and it ends up with the both of them racing each other to confess their feelings for you
Here’s my latest entry for @sterek-bingo! I’ve never tried writing a soulmate AU before, so this was a ton of fun. Enjoy!
This story was written for the Soulmates square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).
Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles
Stiles has always maintained that
if Scott weren’t quite so slow on the uptake, they could totally be soulmates.
When they were kids, this thought
depressed him; now, he has to admit, he’s more relieved than anything else. He
loves Scotty to pieces, but jeez, does Allison have to put up with a lot.
Besides, although platonic soulmates do exist, very occasionally, Stiles is a
romantic at heart, and he definitely, definitely
doesn’t see Scott that way.
It happened when they were four
years old, and they met at the playgroup both their moms sent them to. They’d
been doing that thing kids do when they play alongside each other but not
actually together, and as a consequence they’d spent the entire morning
together without actually talking. That was enough for Stiles to decide that he
wanted Scott as his soulmate.
do you ever just think about how magnus and alec probably spend night after night, just talking. whether it’s stretched out on the couch, abandoned take out boxes on the coffee table, one of magnus’ favourite shows playing in the background as alec tells magnus the story of when izzy accidentally broke jace’s arm when they were younger. or whether they’re sitting out on the balcony, a fluffy blanket wrapped around them, soft music playing from inside the loft as magnus laughs when he recalls the time ragnor and him got extremely drunk and catarina had to try and get them back on their feet and through a portal before anyone noticed them. or whether they’re walking through the park, hand in hand, talking about how their day was and where they should go for their next date and joking about how they should portal away where no one can find them so they can finally get some peace. like most nights they’ll spend chatting to one another for hours and they’ll look forward to it all day, to coming home and telling each other about the awful client magnus had or the teasing alec had to put up with from his siblings. like they’re so smitten that they love just hearing each other’s voices, it’s calming, it’s a safe warm feeling in their stomach, it’s coming home after a long day.
Summary: Ian is married to Mickey when he goes away for three days on a work retreat. Mickey spends some time at the Gallagher’s house with Fi, V, Debbie, and Mandy to accidentally get extremely drunk and confess some things.
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“It’s only three days, babe,” Ian says before putting his jacket on.
Mickey nods. “I’ll be fucking fine,” he tries to say convincingly, but Ian sees right through him.
Ian giggles. “A three day work retreat is not something to be so worried about.”
“Not worried,” Mickey lets out a heavy breath, and tries to avoid making eye contact with the taller man. “Just gonna miss you is all.”
Ian smiles and walks closer to his husband. “I’m gonna miss you too.” He places a hand on the dark haired man’s cheek. When Mickey finally looks up, he kisses him lightly. “I gotta go, Mick,” they lean their foreheads together.
“Okay,” Mickey tries to make his voice steady. “Love you,” he smiles.
“Love you too,” Ian says before separating from his husband. He grabs his coat and wave goodbye as he walks out the door.
Mickey stands there for a moment, but he phone cuts off the silence. He sees a text from his sister. “Gallagher house. 7:00. Don’t be late.”
“OK, Mandy.” He’s glad he’ll have something to do tonight instead of sit in this apartment all alone.
Instead of doing nothing all day, he cleans for the first time in his life. Chores and cleaning were never enforced rules in his house growing up, so it’s not something he’s used to doing.
To his surprise, housework takes up a lot of time. When he checks the clock, he sees it’s 6:30 already, so he jumps into the shower, changes and starts walking to the Gallagher house.
Mickey walks into his husband’s family’s house and looks around for where everyone is. When he doesn’t see anybody, he makes his way into the kitchen to grab a beer.
Suddenly he hears the back door open, when he turns to see who it is he sees Mandy, Fiona, V, and Debbie. “Hey,” Fiona greets. Mickey tips his beer at her in return.
V starts to chuckle. “Lookin’ a little gloomy, Milkovich,” she says because she knows Ian left for his trip a few hours ago.
He scoffs. “The fuck would I be gloomy for? Who even uses the word ‘gloomy.’”
“I do,” V shoots at him. “And because your boy toy’s gone.” She chuckles.
Mickey rolls his eyes. Luckily, he knows how
to cover his emotions, but he is pretty upset about it. “It’s three fucking days, not the end of the world.”
“A lot can happen in three days, Mick,” Debbie pushes making the other three girls laugh.
He chucks the middle finger in return. “Fuck all of you.” Mickey puts his eyes on his beer making sure no one sees what he’s really feeling.
“Don’t be an asshole,” Mandy says to her brother. “We know you miss him.”
“Fuck off, holy shit,” he hisses. “Let’s eat already.”
Once the girls quit teasing Mickey, they eat their dinners. The five of them sit around the table having conversations about work, raising kids, and just some pointless, silly stuff. After they are done eating, Fiona brings out more alcohol. Mickey rolls his eyes at her and claims he’s ready to leave, but the girls insist that he stays with them instead of being alone.
Unsurprisingly, V is the first to get completely trashed, but to everyone’s amazement, Mickey is just a drunk as her. Mickey can hold his liquor, so they were assuming he had drank much more than them. Instead of drinking with him– Mandy, Debbie, and Fiona decide to joke with him when they see him staring at the wall, deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind, Mickey?” Debbie prys with a grin.
“What about him?” The girl’s notice that his guard is down for the first time in forever, so they crowd around him.
“Miss ‘im. Miss him a lot,” he sighs. “He’s the best, y’know?” Mickey smiles when the others agree with him. “The fucking best.”
The girls giggle. “What do you love about him so much?” Mandy asks before taking her cell phone out to videotape the response.
Suddenly Mickey’s eye widen. “Oh shit. That’s a loaded fuckin’ question.” He pauses. “You want everything, like how and why and when,” he asks confusingly, “or just like the things I love in general? Like all his little freckles and the bright green eyes and shit like that?” No one can believe what they’re hearing– Mickey’s actually going to be sincere for once in his life.
“Ummm, everything. How and why and when– whatever that means.”
He grins. “Here I fucking go,” he prepares himself. “Back when I was seventeen and he stormed into my bedroom with that rusty ass crowbar to try to get the gun I stole from Kash. He was so fucking fearless, and that’s when I knew.”
V raises her eyebrows. “Knew what? You were too fucking stubborn to know anything.”
“No. I knew he’d be the one I loved from that day forward which is why I was so fucking stubborn. It scared the shit outta me, I’ll tell ya,” he snorts. “I wouldn’t kiss him for two years– literally every time he tried I threatened to ‘rip his fucking tongue out.’ The day I did though it really made me know that he was it for me. That feeling we had between us– I was fucking gone for him. I got shot that same day,” he raises his eyebrows. “Why do I always get fucking shot because of him? What the fuck?”
Fiona laughs. “Okay, get back on topic.”
He nods and takes another swig of whiskey. “Then the day when DCFS came and he got sent to that group home,” he starts. The girls give each other the same shocked expression because they’ve heard bits and pieces about this day, just not everything. “That day I invited him to sleepover. He was so happy when I asked– God, that cute fucking laugh he had,” he shakes his head. “Anyway, he came over after work and we watched movies and I made food for us, it was nice, which I’d never have admitted back then, but it was, I always thought so. We talked, we kissed a little, we fucked–” he pauses and gets a terrified expression on his face. “Then Terry walked in.”
“Mick,” Mandy says under her breath. Though she wants to hear what happened, she nervous to hear the story.
“He fucking caught us. That fucker went straight for Ian. He started punching him, almost knocking him unconscious, but I jumped on his back and screamed for him to leave Ian alone,” he shutters. “That’s when he started on me. Beat me until blood covered my whole face, and after that he was about to head for Ian again. Thank God I found enough strength to hit him again, causing a distraction because I don’t know what he would have done to him. Eventually though, he pistol whipped me and I don’t remember anything from then to until Svetlana came and Terry forced her to rape me–”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Mandy says harshly.
“How do you think the bitch got pregnant? Terry forced her to rape me and Ian had to fucking watch,” he says coldly. It was a terrible day for them. “Then after Ian was gone, he said I had to marry her or else he’ll kill Ian. So I did what I needed to do– should’ve told Ian right then though. Maybe he wouldn’t have left.”
They all look at him with sorrowful and shocked eyes as he pauses.
“When I found Ian though– after he left– I knew I couldn’t let him leave ever again. I’ve never needed anyone before, but fuck, I’ve always needed him. I could careless how fucking crazy he is, I need him and I’ve loved him in all his twisted and fucked up forms.” He starts to smile. “So what I’m saying is that I love him so much because we survived all that shit. Through all of that, he still managed to turn me into a better man and a better father to Yev. So that’s why.”
Debbie jumps on Mickey, pulling him in for a tight hug. She can’t believe the two of them needed to go through so much to get to where they are today. Once Debbie let go and Mickey looks around the room, he notices saddened and awed faces. “I also love his red hair, and that fucking smile,” he starts saying to lighten the mood. “And his abs– I mean shit,” he says with a laugh, causing all the girls’ jaws to drop. “Oh and I love his long arms and legs so much because when it’s cold he always wraps himself all the way around me to warm me up. I love that stuff so much,” he snorts. “Or when he clings onto me while he’s sleeping, I love that too.” He smiles. “He’s fucking perfect.”
“Man, you’re gonna hate that we got you this drunk tomorrow,” V laughs as the everything lightens again and she thinks about how Mickey is going to react to the thought of this conversation once he sobers up.
“Well, I’d appreciate me being drunk like this while ya can, ladies,” he laughs and then passes out, leaving the girls to drink by themselves.
You sat on the barstool spinning your drink around with your straw thinking about nothing in particular. You had just come from the Leafs game considering you were forced to go because your brother plays for them. The team had won in OT and were celebrating at a bar down a few blocks away from the ACC. You loved your brother very much but you were just exhausted from your final exams at U of T. As you twirl your drink around you felt a pair of eyes on you and you glance over your shoulder. You felt a tingling sense of warmth spread across your body when you locked eyes with one of Mitch’s best friends and teammate, Auston Matthews. Once he comprehended that you were looking back at him, he bit his lip and winked at you. You turned around in your seat almost falling over.
He’s just drunk. You thought to yourself.
You had to admit, Auston was extremely attractive and amazing at hockey. You had hung out with him a few times when you were both at Mitch’s house and he was a really cool guy. A presence besides you interrupted your thoughts. Your nostrils were filled with a sweet yet muscular scent that made your knees weak.
You look up through your lashes and see the one and only, Auston Matthews.
‘You look absolutely stunning’ He said looking you up and down and licking his lips.
You starred at his lips not even responding to the compliment that you were given. The bartender came over and asked what Auston would like to drink.
‘I’ll have whatever she is having’ Auston said not breaking eye contact with you.
Your sudden moment between yourself and Auston came to an abrupt stop when Mitch stood on the other side of you.
‘(y/n) shouldn’t you be at home studying?’ Mitch said while opening another beer.
‘My last exam was today’ you said. As soon as the word today came out of your mouth you felt a hand on your leg knowing exactly who it was. Auston. His huge hand felt like fire against you. It was the only thing you could focus on.
‘Oh, how’d it go?’ Mitch said clueless to the fact that his best friend was currently feeling up his younger sister.
‘It went fine, I’m exhausted but glad it’s over’ You said trying to contain a moan that was going to slip out if Auston kept touching you at this rate.
‘Well, maybe you should go home and sleep. Have Matts here take you home’ Mitch said while stumbling away.
A shiver ran down your spine when Auston lowered himself and whispered in your ear.
‘Let’s get out of here’
Not caring what you were going to say, Auston grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the club.
Auston looked back at you and gave you a wink. He waved down a taxi and you both got in. Auston gave the man directions back to his apartment and then closed the window that divided the driver from us. The sexual tension was building up every second and neither of you could take it anymore. Auston was the first to cave. He grabbed your head and smashed his lips onto yours. His lips felt like fire against yours. With one hand on your neck, he used his free hand to rub against your leg. This man will be the death of you.
After a long and steamy make out session in the back of the cab and an angry glare from the driver, you were now at Auston’s apartment. Auston quickly payed the driver. As soon as the driver was out of sight and attacked your lips again with his. You two found your way to the door. He broke apart to find his keys and unlock the door but that did not stop you from attacking his neck. He moaned in response and muttered a few curse words under his breath because he couldn’t open the door. Once the door was finally open, he picked you up and started kissing you again. With your legs wrapped around his muscular torso, he slammed the door shut not breaking the kiss. He found his way to his bedroom and laid you down on the bed.
‘You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting this.’ He said taking off his shirt eyeing you.
He was fucking hot. You wanted him.
‘Well I’m right here so come take me’
‘You don’t have to ask twice’ He said jumping on you and kissing your neck. You giggled and ran your hands over his back. Truthfully you had been waiting for this too. You needed this. You needed him.
You woke up the next morning with a muscular arm wrapped around you. Your back was pressed against a rock hard chest. You rolled over and were face-to-face with a sleeping Auston Matthews.
What the fuck did I do.
You thought to yourself. You tried to wiggle out of his arms but it was no use. The man was stronger than fucking hulk. You looked down at yourself and realized you were wearing a shit that said Maple Leafs Development Camp.
‘Morning beautiful’ A sleepy Auston said.
He was so sexy.
He was your brothers best friend and teammate.
‘What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?’ Auston said breaking your train of thoughts.
‘Mitch’ you said finally looking up at him.
‘Are you seriously thinking about your brother right now when you’re naked in bed with me?’ He said giving you the sexiest smirk. You giggled and pushed him playfully.
‘Shut up. You know what I mean’ You said biting your lip.
‘Make me’ He said in a serious tone staring at your lip.
You didn’t have time to respond when you felt a pair of lips on yours. Suddenly the events from last night were repeating themselves. You heard a door open and close but didn’t think anything of it. Auston was now on top of you in the middle of taking your shirt off when you hear
‘WHAT THE FUCK IS FUCKING GOING ON?! IS THAT MY FUCKING SISTER MATTHEWS? (Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UNDER MATTS? MATTS WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON TOP OF MY SISTER?’
You push Auston off of you so hard that he flung off the bed and onto the floor.
‘Mitch! What are you doing here?’ You screamed.
‘I’m here to pick up Matts for morning skate because we have a game tonight. What the hell are you doing here?! That’s my teammate!’
Auston finally stood up put on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers.
‘I drove her home last night and she crashed here.’ Auston said breaking you out of your thoughts.
‘I TOLD YOU TO DRIVE HER HOME, NOT TO GET WITH HER!!!’ Mitch said. You could sense a little lightheartedness from him and you let out a giggle that only resulted in you receiving a glare from both of them.
‘We are not done talking about this, both of you. Matts and I have to get to practice. We will discuss whatever the fuck this is later.’ Mitch said leaving the room. Auston mimicked Mitch which made you giggle.
‘I love that sound’ He blurted.
You blushed and hid under the covers. Auston came over and pulled them back and kissed you on the head.
‘I’ll be back in an hour or so. Don’t go anywhere.’ He said giving you a wink. You pulled his head down and gave him a long kiss on the lips.
Request: Helloooooo, I have a slight obsession with drunk Newt. Would you mind writing an imagine about him?
“And then I could set up a whole new landscape, one that’s hot and cold at the same time! Wouldn’t that be marvellous!?!…” Newt trailed off, as he explained his drunken idea to create a brand new habitat….for a creature which didn’t exsist.
To celebrate the success of Newt’s novel, the both of you had a little ‘celebration’ in his case. Well…by celebration you meant sharing laughs over a bottle of firewhiskey. Newt didn’t drink very often but you knew at least one thing. He had about the alcohol tolerance of a new born baby. You didn’t worry too much though as Newt was nothing but harmless when intoxicated. Not to mention extremely funny….
“I’ll build a little shed in the habitat and - and you could come live there too", he exclaimed, excitedly moving his hands around in a blur.
God he was getting carried away.
“Newt, you and I both know your not exactly a DIY man. You don’t even own a toolbox!” You chuckled.
“B-but, but I could borrow Jacobs toolbox?” He drunkenly defended.
“Hmm huh, I’ll remind you of that in the morning Mr Scamander”. You knew fine rightly Newt wouldn’t do it. When it came to creating habits for creatures, Newt’s ability and skill stretched far and wide, however when it came to building human structures…well his skills were a little limited.
“Nu uh” he childishly denied, “I’m going to build you one right now” he proclaimed, adventuring out towards the jungle habitat. Oh god he was going to end up hurting himself.
“Newt what in Merlins name are you doing” you giggled as you attempted to catch up for him. For a stumbling drunk man, he surprisingly fast, “slow down Newt, my legs aren’t as long as yours you know!” You panted.
Grabbing everything he could reach for, Newt began building…well if you could even call it that. In reality he was just throwing sticks and leaves into a big heap.
“Your going to regret this” you playfully sung.
After 5 minutes Newt stumbled backwards proudly admiring his work. To be honest the finish product was pretty good….if you were a bird that is, because Newt had created what you could only describe as a ‘human nest’.
“Come on” he ushered you towards the nest “mummy’s here”.
Before you could protest, Newt yanked your arm causing you to fall on top of him. Although you hated to admit it, the 'nest’ was actually really comfy.
Curling up beside him, you nuzzled deep into his chest, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. For a brief few moments of silence both of you just lay there, a content smile on both your faces.
“Will you still love me after I confess?” He blurted out.
“What?”, It was getting difficult to keep a track of drunk Newt’s thought process.
“Will you still love me after I confess?” He repeated again, still leaving you confused.
“Nothing you confess will make me love you any less Newt” you whispered placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“I - I love your smile, your eyes, your body, your voice, your beauty, your body, your kindness, your body” with every thing he listed his smile grew a little wider.
As he begun to ramble on and on something very, very deep in his brain told him to shut up - but alas the words flowed out of his mouth with little control, as if forgetting exactly who he were speaking to.
You might have underestimated how drunk he was because you were pretty sure he said 'your body’ about 3 times in that sentence. His eyes dilated slightly as he he dreamily stared in the distance. Although you had to confess that he was far more articulate with his compliments when he was sober, he was always sincere with them making you appreciate them however he managed to garble them to you (and in this case with extreme difficulty).
“Are you sure this isn’t just the drink talking Newt?” You cheekily asked.
“I’ll love you when I drunk but I’ll love you when Im sober even more” he proclaimed triumphantly, “ I love your body, I love-”
Bursting into a fit of giggles you cut Newt off, “okay okay!” You chuckled, “ I get it, you love me”.
Newt joined in chuckling, although you were pretty sure he didn’t have a clue why both of you were laughing.
Settling back down again, Newt pulled you in even closer, running his hand messily through your hair. There was something so comforting about his touch. In his hold you felt nurtured and protected. You often wondered was this what his beasts felt like, under his care.
“I’m really sad I’m not gonna remember any of this you know” he sadly slurred his words. The drink was obviously messing with his emotions, as his eyes tested slightly.
“Don’t worry I’ll remind you in the morning” you softly whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
A big goofy smile spread on Newt’s face while his eyelids drew heavy. You knew he was about to fade. The light patterns you drew with your finger on his chest, smooth Newt to sleep.
He’d have one hell of a hanger over in the morning.
A stream of light cut through the jungle trees which hung over your sleeping frame. Tilting your head to the right you observed a fast asleep Newt, his lips slightly parted and his locks of hair a state. Groaning, he shifted slightly onto his stomach.
“Oh Newt…” you sighed. As much fun as drunk Newt was, youou didn’t like watching him suffer the next morning.
Making your way back to Newt’s hut you grabbed aspirin and water. You knew he’d definitely need them after all. By the time you had came back Newt had awoken, squinting at the bright light and “attempting” to make himself presentable. Being back to the normal sober and reserved Newt, he immediately apologised.
“Y/N…I’m sorry. Forgive me but it seems I got a little carried away last night”, Newt mumbled ashamed, “Care to explain why in Merlin’s name I’m sitting in a giant nest?”
“Apparently it’s my new home now”, you giggled.
“I guess you’ll just have to stay with me until I build you a better one” he teased, “please tell me that building a human nest was the only daft thing I did”, he wearily asked
“I think that’s a story to explain over some coco, Mr Scamander” you cheekily smiled, “Maybe we should begin with your love for 'my body’”.
A deep blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes darted around the room.
“I - I….” he stuttered
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Omg could i get rfa+saeran+v reaction to mc calling them drunk because mc is spending christmas all alone and is like "lol btw i love u lmaoooooo isnt that funny anyway this wine is really strong wow but i love u ahahahahha im so alone" (ALSO CONGARTS ON 404 FOLLOWERS AND HOPE U BOTH HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!)
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-He’s the one who called you! -Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas again (not like he said it 50,000 other times today) -He knew you were spending it alone and felt really bad about it! -Offered to spend it with you but you insisted you were okay, and that he should go spend it with his family! -Once you answered, he wished you Merry Christmas and listened for a little bit as you rambled off a thank you -You sounded a little funny? You words kept slurring and he wasn’t sure what was wrong -”Oh, no. No no. I’m not okay.” -P A N I C -”I’ve a little too much to drink tonight. I didn’t even realize I had that much? But hey, ya know, you’re rreeeaaaalllllllyyyyy cute. I’d love to let you show me that you’re really a man.” -Stuttered out that he had to go and that he hopes you sleep soon, and blushed SO HARD for the rest of the night!!
-Jumin is actually really sad that you’re alone on Christmas - he might have had a little too much wine as well -You two were in the messenger for .5 seconds before you decided to just call him and talk - totally not because you couldn’t see straight enough to type anymore -”HEYA MR. TRUSTFUND KID, WASSSSSSUP” -???? MC? What a weird greeting -You asked him about his day, so he told you every detail. He started to trail off and talk about C&R’s stocks, when you suddenly interrupted him -”Damn Jumin, you’re real cute. I just love you. Like, wow. How can I get you to love me like Elizabeth? Should I wear cat ears? *whispers to self* holy shit i should buy cat ears” -He was shocked! Did you just drunkenly admit you love him?? He knew his feelings towards you, so all he did was respond with, -”MC. I love you as well. I think you’re extremely fascinating. Now, what was that about cat ears?”
-He understood that you wanted to be alone, he’s been the same way for years -What he couldn’t understand, though, was why you kept texting him about aliens? -Normally he’d just play along, because he sends you the same type of texts, but… -The amount of rambling and typos makes him think you’re possibly drunk -When you called him, he was excited to see what your drunken mind had to say to him - afterall, sometimes drunken minds are the ones that’ll speak all of the truth -He sat through all of your rambling about aliens and carols, but didn’t expect what you said next -”Ya know, you’re such a dork. But you’re a great dork. I love you. I lllloooovvveee you. Hearts beating, hearts soaring, yeeeeaaaahhh!” - Saeyoung.exe has stopped working. Please reboot. HE WAS AS RED AS HIS HAIR. AND YOUR GIGGLE AFTERWARDS? HE DIED. THEN AND THERE. RIP SAEYOUNG. -”MC you…you’re just so cute. You’re going to kill me, do you know that?? Don’t worry, I have this recorded so I can replay it for you in the morning, when you forget~”
-Why did you want to be alone -You have him now, just hang out with him - MC I’M LONELY JUST FUCKING SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME -Wants to treat you like a princess but nnnoooooooooo you gotta stay home alone -Freaked out at the fact you haven’t texted him in a while?? -The moment he saw your name pop up on his phone, he answered it -Before he got to talk though, he could hear you talking to yourself, slurring your words -You realize he picked up the phone and you were so excited!! “SAERAAAAAAAAAAN~ Hhhhiiiiiiii~ I might have drank to much but that’s okay, but I gotta tell you something. I have a secret. *giggle* sshhh, listen,,,,,, I looooove you! Yes I do! I do I do! *giggle*” -Honestly SUPER SHOCKED that you love him? And that you admitted it? Holy shit? Quickly regains his composure and fucking smirks this lil shit -”Oh, do you? Go ahead, go on. You love me? I love you too. Now, tell me how you’d show me just how much you love me…” woah there saeran, woah, down boy, down
- he didn’t get why you wanted to be alone?? - This boy got you SO many gifts and he has to give it to you on Christmas Eve and not Christmas??? -MCwhyhaveyouhaveforsakenme -Zenwhyisurhoeassalwayssodramatic - His face lights up when you call, omfg he’s so excited and his chest feels fuzzy - “RAT TAIL!!! You’re so handsome *hiccup*” - he’s really shocked because when do you drink? You don’t even take a sip of wine at the RFA parties, wtfisthis - waitwhathELLDOYOUMEANBYRATTAIL - “MC…are you drunk?” - “Nooo…well, only a little bit *giggle*, I’m drunk on my love for youuu~” MCtIdon’tthinkthat’showitssaidbuturdrunkoffurasssoit’sokay - HE’S SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU THOUGH??? - THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE’S HEARD YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT LOVING HIM - youbetyoursweetassthisboyisgoingtothrowpartybecauseofthis - “Princess, I know you won’t remember this, but I love you. I love all your quirks, mistakes, giggles, and stupid jokes. I love every single piece of you. I love all the bad times and good times ahead with you. I love you more than any obstacle that we’ll have to overcome. I just love you so much.”
- she didn’t really mind that you wanted to spend Christmas alone - Jumin was probably going to make her work anyway hoeasstrustfundkidstophURTINGMYBAEHEE - Luckily she got a day off but she felt so lonely without you!!! - it’s okay though, she respects your privacy - but when she hears your ring tone, she runs to her phone andtripsandknocksstuffoverontheway - “Merry Chrismas!!! I bet you’d make a good Mrs. Claus…omg can you wear a mrs. claus themed outfit next year? *hiccup* eVEN BETTER CAN YOU WEAR CHRISTMAS THEMED LINGERIE? - omg the poor baehee is so flustered, first ur drunk and now you say this?? You’retryingtokillher - “I don’t think that would be very appropriate, MC…” - “Why noooot? My mom always told me when two people loved each other, they do a little…frick frack *giggle*” -wowMCushouldwriteabookonhowtobeseductive - “I mean your mom isn’t wrong, but-” - W A I T - you just said love - oh my god you love her and she loves you - “MC, I’m going to come over, is that alright?” sheneedstokissyouohmygod - “Yeah~ Just don’t wear anything, you’re so pretty with nothing on~~~” - omgMCurbadatthis
- This poor soul is so lost when you say you want to spend Christmas alone - he obviously respects your space, but this lil bby just wanted snuggles, Christmas movies, and hot chocolate -MCyoureamonster - he’s so excited when he hears your ringtone!!! Hahacausehecantseeurnameonthescreenimsowitty - but when he answers he hears sobbing? - W H A T - he always knew you were a crying drunk buT IT WAS NEVER THIS BAD??? - “Hi V.. *sniffle* you know you’re cool right? Like you make my heart beat fast and i catch my breath when i look at you kind of cool? Because you’re really cool *sniffle* and it really hurts you know? *SOBBING* because I just love you so much and i know you’re terrified of a commitment like that again and Rika was your sun and I can’t ever compare *moresobbing* And I just feel so bad because you had to go through all that pain and things never worked for you two because you just deserve the world V. You’re so precious and pure; you don’t deserve anything you’ve gotten” - holy shit - you’re in love with him??? - Oh man you’re right this boy is so terrified - But he is sure of one thing - He may be scared to love you right now, but he will NOT walk away from this - “Listen MC. Never compare yourself to Rika, okay? But if you’re going to, I want you to know this. Yes, she was my sun, but you know what you are? You’re my moon. You shine so brightly that I can see my way out of the dark. You’re the one who guides me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever compare to what you mean to me. I may not be ready now, but I can say with certainty that one day, I will say “I love you”.” -youtotallydidn’tgigglewhenhesaid”icanseemywayoutofthedark”
Request: From the prompt ‘It was a mistake coming here’.
Pairing: Jughead x reader Description:
After your breakup with Jughead, you try to get over him but when you find out he’s planning to leave town, you have to try and stop him.
Word Count: 1953 Warnings: NONE. A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected, oops.
The cliche sounds of another sad love song blasted through your car speakers, the slow, sad song really speaking your feelings of the past two weeks. They had been some of the hardest of your sixteen years on the planet and nothing seemed to make you feel better. Not that you’d tried much in the first place. All you’d done was cry, eat your weight in junk food and listen to your favorite heartbreak playlist because that’s what you were dealing with - a broken heart.
For the past year and a half you had been dating Riverdale’s super sleuth Jughead Jones. You’d grown up together, being through everything together and that had only led to you growing closer to each other through every little thing until eventually you ended up together. It had been a dark, rainy night when you’d finally made things official. He was walking you home after one of your infamous Pop ventures, the rain pouring down hard when you had almost tripped over a rock on the ground. Luckily, your knight in shining armour caught you before you fell flat on your face. In that moment as you locked eyes with each other, the unspoken thing between the two of you became reality when he nervously leaned forward and kissed you. And you’d never looked back since.