victor staggers into practice and yakov starts yelling at him because he thinks victor has a hangover. instead victor tells yakov with a deadass face that it’s because he’s had three servings of *katsudon* last night.
yakov’s jaw drops to the third layer of the earth and turns around to look at yuuri, who sheepishly goes
“it was actually four but i think his mind went blank after three”
1) How do you think the mercs wake up in the morning (or afternoon)? 2) Who snores the loudest?
(Oh nice, this is going to be fun! :D)
Scout: Usually one of the last to go to bed because he’s got too much energy left, but he’s one of the last to get up in the morning and then complains loudly about the ungodly early hour of the day.
Soldier: Gets up the earliest and wakes everyone with his trumpet. Then he demands roll-calls which the others refuse to attend. So he plays with his raccoons instead.
He is just always… there in the morning. Since he wears the mask 24/7 (at least as far as the others know) nobody really knows when Pyro actually sleeps and when he’s awake and just lost in his fantasy world.
Demo: He usually sleeps for a long time and has to deal with horrible hangovers afterwards. He also sometimes wakes up in places he has no recollection of and the others have to look for him. In the morning he actually prefers a cup of tea.
He’s pretty grumpy in the morning, but unless you’re really annoying he won’t break your spine immediately.
His snoring is earthshaking and can be heard through the thickest walls. The others banished him to last room in a long corridor because they couldn’t sleep otherwise.
Engie: He likes sleeping in or enjoying a book before getting ready for the day, but he also doesn’t complain when he needs to get up early. He’s usually the one who prepares breakfast and offers coffee to the not-so-morning-people when they finally show up in the kitchen.
Medic: An absolute early bird. But also a night owl. It seems like he only sleeps, like, 4 hours a night and is working on his experiments the rest of the time. In the morning he’s eager, full of energy and in fantastic mood. The others hate him for it.
Sniper: The incarnation of a grumpy bum. Needs at least four cups of coffee before he starts functioning in the morning. He can sleep whenever and where ever he wants, yet he’s still always dozy - unless he’s on the battlefield.
Spy: He wakes up fairly early and then disappears to the bathroom for an hour to take a shower and to get dressed. When he enters the dining room for breakfast he is always booted and spurred and shows no sign of tiredness anymore. He likes tea more than coffee.
Anon prompt: “omg! I love your imagines! could you pretty please doone where jughead and the reader are at a party and juggie gets drunk and sings sex by the 1975 an then in the morning wakes up and doesnt remember dooing it? please!”
A/N: Sure can, sorry I didn’t post this last night :-(
Opening your eyes that morning was like stabbing them the moment the sun
came into your view. At the same time, a pounding started inside your head making
you groan and letting you feel how sore your throat was. Water. You needed
water. First, you took a deep breath and sat up on the slowly, but you still
got dizzy so you had to lie down again. Damn alcohol.
Judging by the amount of light coming through your window, you imagined
it must be around noon so it wasn’t surprising that you were in bed alone.
Bucky would had been up for hours now.
It took you around three time to get you out of bed without getting
dizzy and still, you didn’t feel too safe on your own feet yet. Slowly, you
grabbed one of Bucky’s hoodies, put on your woolly socks and left the room. As you
went downstairs, you could hear the team talking in the living room. Damn lucky
bastards. Steve and Bucky couldn’t even get drunk, Natasha had too much control
over herself to drink that much and Tony always managed to avoid hangovers, it didn’t
matter how much he drank. Your only hangover partner used to be Wanda but she
was out of town with Clint.
“There she is!” Natasha exclaimed when you made your appearance.
“She has a hangover oh! She’s been
drinking too much!” Tony sang making them laugh.
“Noisy” you mumbled as you headed towards the kitchen without paying too
much attention to their mocking.
When you walked into the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and
grabbed some water to drink, not even bothering on grabbing a glass. Glasses weren’t
important; water was.
“How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice said behind you. With a sigh you
turned around to face him. Despite how awful you were feeling, a smile appeared
on your lips as you saw his.
“I think I’m dead”, you replied making him laugh.
“You definitely look like you are” he smirked walking over you.
“That’s nice” you rolled your eyes.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, so you could place
your head over his shoulder and close your eyes. No. Bad idea. The moment you
closed your eyes, the dizziness came back so you pushed them back open and took
a step away from your boyfriend who looked at you with confusion for a moment,
before getting it.
“Dizzy?” He asked.
“My head is spinning more that after flying with Tony” you mumbled.
“I’m not surprised. You were so wasted last night” he said stroking your
hair slowly. You took another sip from the bottle and looked at him, expecting
“Did I say or do something too stupid?” You asked, not being able to
remember a single thing.
“Don’t worry” he chuckled. “You were adorable actually, telling everyone
how much you loved them” he added.
“Oh God…loving drunk. My favourite” you said sarcastic.
“Actually you said something it surprised me”, he said.
Panicking you looked at him. You knew the big mouth you could be when
you were drunk, so you didn’t even know what to expect when it came to alcohol
and Bucky mixed. Probably it wasn’t something too bad, since he was grinning
like a real idiot.
“You said you wanted to marry me someday”, he said.
“Oh…did I?” You whispered blushing.
It was true though. You loved the man that was standing right in front
of you, more than anyone else in this world. You knew he was the love of your
life, you didn’t want anyone else with you. You wanted a life and a family with
him, but you had always been too scared to bring it up since, maybe, it would
have been so much for him. Apparently, Drunk (Y/N) wasn’t that scared of the repercussions
of that statement.
“Was it true? Or was the alcohol talking?” He asked taking your hand.
“Don’t people say that drunks always tell the truth?” You asked back as
you bite your lip.
“They do”, he nodded with a smile.
“There you have your answer” you shrugged looking down at the bottle.
He took the bottle from your hands and put it away, before grabbing your
chin and making you look up to those piercing eyes.
“Then I do”, he said making your heart skip a beat.
“W-what? Are…are you proposing? Have I proposed? What?” You started
asking confused and suddenly nervous. You did want to marry him someday but you
weren’t ready to take that step yet. He laughed a little and kissed your
“None of it. It’s just a promise…that one day, when our lives are not
this messy or in danger every time we go out on a mission, I will marry you” he
“Really?” You asked biting your lip.
“Of course. Plus, I love how (Y/N) sounds” he shrugged making you laugh.
“You’re an idiot” you said grabbing his head to pull him down towards
your lips and kiss him, but he pulled away way too soon.
“Ok, go brush your teeth. Jeez” he said giving the bottle back to you. “Damn
hangover” he mumbled walking back to the living room, leaving you even more
confused with a bottle of water on your hand. He was weird.
I’ll make a series of those. We’ll start at the beginning!
PROLOGUE: -She has a hangover the day of the Nexus departure. She knows that it isn’t professional but she’s not the only one, there was a huge party the day before -She worked hard to make sure her teams were up to the standards of the Initiative -She believes Jien Garson is “awe-inspiring” -She’s anxious and realizes that as Security Director she will have “far more influence” than the “grunt she used to be” -“Born too late to solve anything, strung out too far by old men in uniforms slinging around old grudges.” -She believes things will be different this time (no more vendettas, piracy, Skyllian Blitzes). They will do things right with “pioneers eager for the same dream” -She doesn’t take Alec Ryder “lightly”, she believes he’s not going to be easy to work with. She knows he’s impatient. -She predicts what Alec will say before he says it (“Well, it’s time to go. So the real work can start.”). She smirks at him and he gives her a “quizzical stare” and a nod. She nods back. -The Nexus will be a better Citadel. The Council’s flaws, to her, are trying to outmaneuver each other, the krogan and believing humans are “too young for the responsibility.” She mentions a death toll. It makes her irritated. “The Nexus would be everything the Citadel had failed in.” -Sloane feels “enormous pride” at the “culmination of all the hard work” -“They were all in this together, now.” -Sloane respects the fact that Garson is not a pushover -She has the “strange honor” of being the last awake. An excited portion of her brain reminds her that she wields the power to stop it all. She could put the whole thing on lockdown. -She looks forward to spend some time alone and in silence in “her” station. “The place she’d sworn to protect and shepherd on its great mission. The place for which she’d given up her life in the Milky Way.” -Doesn’t believe in gods or “dodging procedure.” -Sloane hasn’t left much behind: no family, no responsibilities. She’s just leaving behind baggage (“a galaxy’s worth of it”), old scars, enemies, grudges, idiot officers “far more concerned about the shine on the medals earned on the back of dead soldiers.” -She grits her teeth when she’s angry -Being the Security Director is to her “the best job” in two galaxies -She goes through her checklist with “unwavering attention to detail” -She nods and wants to shouts ‘hell yeah’ while listening to Garson’s last speech -Sloane’s own speeches are short and to the point. She’s likely to say “get it done” or “put them down” (things you say 'fast on the ground’) -If Jien Garson commanded her to stride into hell, Sloane would -Sloane believes Garson’s strength is to know people, what moves them and what they hope for. -She’s been a soldier for her whole life. “ -She’d witnessed speeches made to celebrate victories, others intoned to condemn atrocities. War had been her path for so long, the life of a soldier her only way, that she’s forgotten what a speech about hope could do to the brain.” -Her last thoughts as she goes to sleep: Naptime, huh? -She smiles and closes her eyes.
One night, takiya goes out drinking with kobayashi and friends, a normal thing, but invites fafnir along. He always invites fafnir, but fafnir always refuses. One night, to takiya’s surprise, fafnir agrees. Takiya smiles and they head out together. At the bar, fafnir refuses to drink, but everyone else gets super drunk (of course, lol). Takiya keeps (annoyingly) offering his drink to fafnir, who refuses each time. At some point during the night, fanir actually ends up trying this “human” alcohol, and winds up liking it, and getting about as drunk as everyone else. Everyone laughs and has a good time, but of course fafnir doesn’t laugh or smile, like always– except when everyone is silent for a while, just enjoying their alcohol. In the silence, fafnir suddenly starts laughing out loud, smiling, grinning, everything– and everyone looks at him, shocked. Even toru is surprised. Takiya drunkenly stumbles to get his phone to take a picture, but drops it; fafnir turns to look at him, is silent for a moment, then laughs even harder, even louder. Takiya smiles so wide, and drunkenly mumbles “you’re beautiful”, and fafnir totally freezes up (and takiya swears he sees the dragon blush, but maybe he’s imagining things).
The next morning takiya has an awful hangover and doesn’t remember anything- but fafnir remembers it all, and may or may not have added it to the treasure hoard he keeps in his head.
• Him falling all over you
• Trying to kiss you and then missing your lips
• Poking your face
• Running on the streets
• Grabbing you tightly and shaking you violently
• Singing in his elvis voice
• Sloppy sex
• Getting emotional after the alcohol starts wearing off
• Taking care of you the next morning even though he has a hangover too
• Showering together the morning after
companions react to say a drunken sole revealing their parents were abusive as fuck and getting upset and emotional about it
Trigger warning for mention/discussion of abuse.
Cait: She understands all too well. But the only way she knows how to deal with those feelings is with substance abuse. She sits Sole down with an assortment of drugs and pours them both a glass of liquor, pausing to take a swig from the bottle before setting it aside. “It doesn’t go away,” she states, more serious than Sole has ever seen her. “But they’re fuckin’ dead now, and we’re not. Now we drink ‘til we forget they ever existed. Sláinte.”
Codsworth: “Oh, Mx. Sole…” He was programmed with the knowledge of how to deal with Sole’s particular issues, but hadn’t ever thought to wonder what caused those issues. Codsworth speaks gently as he escorts Sole to bed, holding their hair back when they vomit and tucking them in. He has hangover cures in the morning, and a hot bath prepared. “Good morning, Mx. Sole,” he says. “Ready to face a new day?”
Curie: She listens as Sole sobs out their trauma, and when they’re more coherent, she speaks. “I have never thought I could hate someone,” she says, a delicate furrow to her brow. “But I believe I may hate your parents, even if that is a terrible thing to say.” She shakes her head, and leans forward to place her hand over Sole’s. “I do not know how much help I can give, but as your nurse, and as your friend, I will help you, however you will let me.”
Danse: Normally he doesn’t care for inebriation. “Sole, this behavior is not-” But this time, he sees Sole’s eyes. Sees the years of struggling and crying, of burying terrible things deep inside oneself to try and cope. He makes a choked, angry noise, and rushes forward to hold them close. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into their hair. “So sorry, Sole.” He doesn’t know what else to say. He hugs tighter, whispering those words over again, trying to drown out Sole’s demons.
Deacon: He struggles, for a moment, to find the right answer, the rightjoke or piece of advice to make it all better. That evades him, and he sighs, taking a breath and speaking honestly - for once. “I hate to see you beat yourself up like this, boss. Whatever they did to you, they don’t own you. You gotta remember that. Everything you’ve done, here, now? Shows you don’t need to be scared. They have no power over you. You’re safe.”
Dogmeat: At first he thinks Sole’s agitated movements are a sign of play. But when Sole starts to cry, he understands, ears drooping as he whines, bumping his nose against their leg. He doesn’t leave their side, pacing around them in circles and making noises at them until they stop and pet him. Then he jumps up and licks their face, trying to get rid of their salty tears, trying to distract them from whatever’s made them sad.
Hancock: At first, an irrational rage takes him. Anybody who’d hurt a kid like that - let alone Sole like that - deserves an immediate stabbing. But comforting Sole takes precedent. “Hey, now. Come on.” He takes their cheek in one rough hand, pulling them to him with the other. “What do some bastards from two hundred years ago matter. You and me? We got the whole world ahead of us. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”
Nick Valentine: “Alright, I think that’s enough of that.” He takes away the liquor despite Sole’s protests, taking them home with a hand on their back. “Guess it was only a matter of time before you confessed - and yes, I had an inkling.” He gives them a gentle, bittersweet smile, ruffling their hair with his claw. “Let’s get you to bed, kid. We can talk about this tomorrow.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Sometimes I can’t stand how Justice is so fickle.”
MacCready: “Goddamn.” For a moment, he forgets not to swear. “I’ve heard of Commonwealth discipline, but… Jesus. That’s a little much.” He shakes his head, awkwardly reaching over to rest his hand on Sole’s shoulder. “That sucks. I, uh… I never really had parents, so I don’t know what that’d be like, but. That doesn’t deserve to happen to anybody.” He presses his lips together, and holds up a liquor bottle. “What do you say we get even more drunk?”
Piper: Tears appear in the corner of her eyes, and she comes forward, gripping Sole in a tight hug. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Sole. I can’t believe something like that happened to you.” She’s not sure what to do in this kind of situation, but she insists on doing something for Sole. “Come on, Blue. Anything. We gotta do something positive together. Gotta show those bastards that we’re better than them. We gotta try and be happy.”
Preston: He nods solemnly. “A lot of the young kids who joined the Minutemen had home lives like that,” he says. “They joined up to get away from their parents. I can’t imagine what it was like having to live through that, Sole. I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do, you let me know.” He gives a weak chuckle, observing Sole’s drunken form. “If you remember this in the morning, that is. … I will, though. I won’t forget.”
Strong: PARENTS? ABUSE? Super Mutants have no concept of family aside from all other mutants being their ‘brothers.’ But that’s more in a clan sense than a family unit sense. Sole goes on and on, slurring their words the more they drink, and Strong isn’t sure what they mean by all this, but nods when Sole looks at him for input. That’s the best he can do.
X6-88: “I understand.” He stares blankly at them as Sole lifts their head, surprise showing through their drunken stupor. X6 hesitates, displaying a rare emotion. “Courser training procedures are… intense,” he says at last. He offers no other explanation, but. Perhaps that is enough. Sole nods, slowly, and gestures to the seat next to them, taking out another glass as if to pour into it. X6 nods in turn, takes the seat, and they drink, quietly, together.
The knock at the door is not timid, so it’s unlikely to be Stuart. Naomi is inclined not to answer but then there are three more knocks, each louder and more insistent than the last. She throws her tools to the floor with a hiss of exasperation and strides across the room, flinging the door open to reveal Alex’s friend Audrey, the journalist. Audrey looks apologetic but resolute, her wet spaniel’s eyes luminous in the dimly lit hallway. Naomi’s own gaze is impassive, only the rise and fall of her chest betraying her anger. “I’m so sorry to disturb you, Naomi.” Audrey clearly isn’t sorry at all. “But I’ve been buzzing the intercom for ages and there wasn’t any answer, so I thought I’d come and see if you were down here…” “There is nobody but Alex upstairs,” says Naomi, “and as I already explained to you today, he is very, very sick. Far too sick to be bothered answering the intercom. I don’t even know what you’re doing here. Unless you thought I was lying about his condition?” After a pause Audrey says,“I just wanted to find out how he was, as a friend. To see if there was anything I could do to help.” “You wasted your time. There’s nothing you can do,” says Naomi. “So…” She steps back, ready to slam the door in Audrey’s face. “Naomi, please. I need to know. What exactly is wrong with him?” Audrey asks. Her voice carrries an undercurrent of urgency, her big brown eyes opaque with concern. Naomi almost laughs. As a journalist Audrey is very, very good. She obviously has a lot of tactics up her sleeve to get the story. Naomi almost expects her to drop to her knees and start wringing her hands. “He has a hangover,“ says Naomi. Audrey frowns. “That’s highly unusual for Alex. Alex hardly ever gets sick from alcohol. What -” “He was drinking absinthe,”says Naomi. Audrey’s eyes widen even further. “Absinthe,” she breathes.“The green fairy. Wow. Is that even legal here?” Naomi shrugs.“How would I know? My friend came over with a bottle she got on a recent trip overseas. I was tired and went to bed early but she and Alex stayed up most of the night drinking. Alex apparently drank most of the bottle. Hence his sorry state today.” Audrey is shaking her head, staring into space.”Wow, absinthe,“ she says.“I’ve always wanted to try absinthe. Does your friend get it often? Do you think she could get some for Persephone and me?” “It’s possible,” says Naomi.“I’ll ask her the next time I see her. Now I really must get back to my-” “I still need to see Alex,”says Audrey. “Just for five minutes. That will be okay, surely?”