vodka is my drink of choice

(Context: half our players couldn’t make it so we had a mini venture. Our fighter, rogue, and Druid (me) entered a bar for a drinking contest, and the rogue has just ingested some of my deepshrooms, giving him the mind reader effect. This is a collection of quotes said during that segment.)

DM: Ok, first round. The drink of choice is Dwarf Vodka. It’s a very strong liquor brewed with deepshrooms.

Rogue: (ooc): This won’t make me loose my mind reading, will it?

DM: Nah. But you might suffer cardiac arrest.

Rogue (ooc) I’ll still do it.

~

DM: Ok, first round is down. Everybody make two fort saves: one for the taste and one to continue.

Me: 19, 17.

DM: You flinch, but stay in the game.

Rogue: 12, 18.

DM: It burns the back of your throat permanently, but you’re ok. You also gain a +1 to your mind reading.

Fighter: NO! F$&K!

DM: Critical Failure! (Player name), you take a test sip, and immediately pass out, taking 2 damage as your head smacks against the table.

Me: Someone roll him on his side so he doesn’t choke on his own vomit.

~

DM: Fourth round, everybody. Roll.

Me: Aww, I got a 4.

DM: (Player Name), you stutter a bit, and slump against (Rogue’s name). You’re out.

Me: Can I roll to suppress vomit?

DM: Not when you’re asleep.

Me: Damn.

~

(Rogue has spotted a red Magee who stole his documents earlier)

Rogue: I’ve got some beef. I’m following that guy.

DM: While you’re drunk, high, and about to pass out?

Rogue: Yes!

~

Rogue: I’m making a capsule to put documents in. It’s going up my butt.

DM: I’d ask why but whatever.

-Vodka Luck Spell-

From my personal Grimoire, because who doesn’t love a good luck booze for your night out…or night in alone with pizza!


You will need:
A shot of vodka (Or any alcohol of choice, Tim prefers whiskey)
A drop or two of mint extract
A rose petal
A shot glass

Mix the mint extract and vodka in the shot glass and add the rose to top.
Say something similiar to this:

“I drink to you, oh Lady Luck!
Make those around me be awestruck!”

And down the shot!



(Please drink responsibly, seriously)

Pass Me The Controller

Jack Maynard x the reader

This is my first post so let me know what you think. i could definitely do a part 2 if people are interested or if there is something else you want to see?

My inspiration was the reader has just found out her boyfriend is cheating again and she goes to find her friend Conor but is greeted by his brother Jack who she absolutely can’t stand and doesn’t know that Jack has a bit of a crush on her but pretends like he doesn’t 

I hope you like it!

I knock on Conor’s door. Literally all I want is to rant to him about how much I hate my (now) ex. He is going to tell me he was right but I’m praying he waits to rub it in my face.

When the door opens and I see Jack’s face my heart drops, “Oh, is Conor here?”

“No he’s out sorry, did he say he was going to be here?” He asks, confused to see me.

“No, no I thought he just might be here,” I feel my eyes welling up and my face going red, “it’s ok I’ll see him another day” I turn and walk away before Jack can see any tears.

“Hey! Y/n! Are you ok?” He seems genuinely concerned, “Come in and I’ll give him a call.”

“No it’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll see you later.” I hurry down the hall but I feel him grab my arm.

“Y/n! Come inside and sit down, please. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, just come in, ok?” He looks my straight in the eyes, searching my face to see what has made me so upset.

“Fine”, he lets go of my arm and I follow him inside and flop down onto the couch.

He must know why I’m here. Conor has always been very vocal about how much he didn’t like my boyfriend and since Conor and Jack live together, Jack has overheard many conversations about him and the things he’s done to me, ”Do you want a drink?“ He asks awkwardly trying to break the silence. "I have vodka?”

“Only if you drink with me” I tell him. Usually I would never voluntarily spend time with Jack but right now I really just don’t want to be alone and since Conor isn’t here I guess I have no choice.

“You know vodka makes me silly” He tells me, getting two glasses from the cabinets.

“It might make me feel better” I smile, almost laughing. I don’t think I have ever laughed at something Jack has ever said. I mostly cringe or get mad at the stupid things he says.

He sighs sarcastically, “Fine. But only if you tell me I’m not your least favourite person ever.”

I look into his unbelievably blue eyes, “I can honestly tell you Jack that right now you are not my least favourite person ever. I promise.” I can see it in his eyes that he feels sorry for me, “I know you must know why I’m here.”

He sighs again, genuinely this time, "I’m sorry y/n. I don’t know what to say.”

“Neither do I! I don’t know what to say to you, I don’t know what to say to Conor. I don’t know what to say to him. He’s called me a dozen times and sent a dozen messages but I can’t deal with that right now. All I wanted to do was go home and pretend like this isn’t happening but I didn’t want to be alone so I didn’t know what to do other than come here. I’m sorry to bother you-”

“You’re not a bother y/n. I joke about it but I don’t mean it. Especially now.” He seems a little regretful, “Hopefully this makes you feel a little better.” He hands me my drink. Vodka soda with a wedge of lime.

“You remember what I drink?”

“Only because you’re so damn fussy every time we go out” he manages to get a bit of a laugh out of me, “If it would make you feel better you’re more than welcome to take your frustrations out on me.”

“How? Are you going to be my punching bag?”

He grimaces, “Well I was hoping you were just going to yell at me but if that’s what you want …” he sees he’s got another smile from me, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to say? He’s an asshole. I completely saw it coming which just makes me a total idiot-“

"That does not make you an idiot” He butts in

“He’s cheated before Jack.” I admit. “And he’s probably done it more than the two times I’ve caught him. I went back to him knowing he was a cheater and look where it got me.”

“Man some guys are such idiots. Who would actually be mental enough to cheat on you?”

“You would be surprised.”

“I don’t get it though! You’re unbelievably talented and successful not to mention absolutely beautiful, I mean if you weren’t a total bitch you’d be the whole package!” He grins.

Usually his jokes like these make me want to punch him but they’re actually making me feel a little more lighthearted. It’s a strange feeling being comforted by a guy I thought I hated. ”I think I take back what I said about you not being my least favourite person.“

He rolls his eyes, "you need another drink, you’re still grumpy” he says as he takes my glass from me.

“You better not get me drunk and take advantage of me Maynard!” I call back after him.

“There are worse ways this night could end” he grins, pouring more vodka into my glass, topping it with soda and handing it back to me. I catch myself blushing at the thought of spending the night with Jack.

“Tell me about your pathetic love life then. That might make me feel better.” I laugh.

“It will make you feel better because it’s practically non-existent.” He admits.

“Bullshit.”

“I wish.” He starts to blush, “I’ve been off my game. I met one girl a while ago that I kinda can’t get out of my head and it’s messing with me.” He’s fiddling with his glass and staring at the floor. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so uncomfortable.

“Aw poor jack can’t get laid.” I remark sarcastically, trying to cheer him up.  

“Shut up. It’s not that.”

“What is it then? Just work your usual charm and you’ll have her in no time.”

“That’s the thing, it’s not working. In fact it failed pretty badly.”

“No!” I exclaim sarcastically, “But how?”

“I don’t know. She’s not really like the other girls.”

“She actually has a brain?” I snigger

“You know let’s go back to talking about your cheating boyfriend.” He shuffles around on his seat, still looking nervous which is very unlike Jack.

“No, tell me more about this mystery girl!”

He finally looks me in the eye, “I’m not going to do that”

“Aw come on! My boyfriend just cheated on me! I deserve a bit of gossip, even if you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, you hate me and I’m not telling you because she doesn’t want to know me like that so I’m moving on.”

“Good luck with that”

“Now do you want to sit here and feel sorry for yourself or do you want to have some fun?”

“Elaborate please”

“I’m going to teach you how to play Fifa” he gets up and changes the channel on the remote and hands me a PlayStation controller, “you’re going to be terrible and it’s going to make me feel better.”

“Hang on, i thought we were trying to make me feel better?”

“Oh no.” He smiles, “now that you’ve made me talk about the love of my life who will never love me back I need some cheering up. Come on pick up the controller.”

Requested by anon:  “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”

Taking a steadying breath, Dean steps outside, into his darkened backyard.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he shouts, his grip on the baseball bat tightening.

His German Shepard Zepe barks at him in a way of greeting, waggling her tail happily as the stranger keeps stroking her ears. A guard dog my ass Dean thinks as he takes a few more steps forward.

The guy kneeling on the grass looks innocent, burying his face in Zepe’s soft fur, but he’s still a stranger petting Dean’s dog in the middle of the night, so he lowers the bat, but stays alerted.

“Hey, dude, seriously, what the hell?”

The stranger finally looks at him, one cheek still pressed to the dog’s back. As the light coming from the open back door illuminates his face, Dean can see he’s approximately his age. His eyes are blue and a bit glassy.

“S’ry, needed to,” he slurs, hugging Zepe tightly and the dumb dog climbs into his lap, looking at Dean like she’s asking him to join the cuddling session.

Dean sighs when the guy mutters something about dogs being great. The guy is obviously harmless, but it’s late and Dean wants to sleep.

He grabs his shoulder, startling Zepe who jumps away.

“Look, man, you should really-”

Before he finishes, the guy doubles over and barfs, hitting Dean’s shoes.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean sighs.

“‘m sorry, so sorry,” the guy keeps mumbling as Dean drags him inside. He can’t even really be mad. The guy is drunk out of his mind and in no state to go home. God knows Dean’s been there many times and he’s still grateful to all the people, strangers or friends, who kept an eye on him.

He settles the guy on his couch and wraps a blanket around him, he’s been outside in just a shirt for god knows how long and he’s shivering. He’ll be lucky if beside a killer of a hangover he won’t wake up with a cold.

Looking at the guy’s looping eyelids, Dean decides it’s safe to leave him alone for a minute. He returns with a glass of water and some Advil and gives it to the guy.

“Thank you,” he whispers and washes the pills down with the water. He tries to place the empty glass on the coffee table, but wobbles and would fall on his face if not for Dean catching him.

“Easy there,” Dean soothes him, sitting down beside him and taking the glass from his hand.

“Whoa!” the guy gasps, his eyes suddenly wide open and fixed on Dean’s face.

“What?” Dean asks with a chuckle, he can’t help himself, this is just too surreal.

“You’re pretty pretty,” the drunk bastard says, his eyes roaming over Dean’s face. Dean huffs out a laugh.

“Stow it, Casanova.”

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anonymous asked:

24!! and 28!

i’ll do 28 in a separate post anon!

“it’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Robert.”

“Aaron.” Robert mimicked, eyeing up their drinks cabinet. 

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” Aaron warned, directing his husband to the kitchen, and the more sensible choice of the kettle.

“My baby sister is having a baby, Aaron. I think I deserve the vodka.”

“She’s been having a baby for the past nine months, Rob.” Aaron said, thrusting a bowl of cornflakes at his overdramatic husband. They were planning to set off to Hotten General to be there for seven, and Robert had yet to even try to eat, or get dressed.

“Yeah, but now it’s real.” Robert said, as if it were obvious. “She’s too young.”

“She’s been married years, don’t be daft.”

“How would you feel if Liv was pregnant?”

“Right now you mean? I’d probably kill her. If she wanted the baby and had been trying for over a year to get pregnant, I’d be happy for her.” Aaron finished making them both a cup of tea, taking in Robert’s nervous demeanour. “What’s really wrong?”

“What if I’m not good enough?” Robert asked quietly. “Andy’s not around, and our parents are dead. I need to step up and be the best uncle I can be for Vic’s little one, and what if I can’t do it? What if I mess up?”

“You’ll mess up.” Aaron shrugged. “Of course you will, it’s part of life, Robert. But you are going to love that baby to the ends of the earth and back, and that’s enough.”

“Is it?”

Aaron nodded. “That kid is going to be so loved, by Adam and Vic, me, you and Liv. You’ve got nothing to worry about, okay? Because you’re doing an ace job with Liv, and you’re going to be ace with this little one too.”

Robert gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Aaron beamed. “Eat up. We’ve got a niece to go and meet!”

anonymous asked:

Court, about you writing, I don't wanna be annoying BUT could you do something for lyrics and melodies (I guess that's the name, can't remember), 'cause I really loved that one :)

ANONYMOUS SAID: could you do a story based on AM? like this girl is just chillin with Harry and she’s about to leave and he’s like “wait, will you stay with me?” and then they hang out until like 4 in the morning and she ends up falling asleep at his place or something? idk do this if you want and do whatever you want with it it’s just kinda an idea ahaha

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I decided to kinda cheat and combine these two requests. I know I’d had a few requests to continue THIS BLURB which I’d ended up titled Lyrics And Melodies. It was one of my favorites (and written from Harry’s POV) and I kept meaning to do a sequel. I thought the AM idea was good and would fit, so here’s what I came up with. Hope you like it. xo


Lyrics And Melodies - Part 2: AM

Help me, I think I’m falling in love again…

I was stood in the back of the bar, just like the first time I watched Julia on the stage, the night we met. After two dates (if you’d call that first night a date), I was still in awe of her. We’d only had one more date since then, but I barely count it. It was a very hurried lunch date because she’d had to get back to work. I hadn’t gotten to hear her sing that time, and sitting in the middle of a busy cafe during lunch hour was not the ideal date. Nonetheless, I’d enjoyed just being with her, but I’ll admit I kicked myself afterwards for not kissing her goodbye.

I was excited when she’d called to tell me she was going to open mic night again, and would love if I came. If. As though anything would have kept me away. This time Niall wasn’t with me. I was only there to meet Julia, and after she played her short set, we were headed back to my place to have drinks there. She was beautiful to watch, her perfect lips mouthing the lyrics into the microphone, her delicate fingers strumming the chords on her guitar.

And we love our loving…but not like we love our freedom…

The crowd cheered and clapped when Julia finished her last song and took a bow. Our eyes met for a split second and she smiled at me before stepping off the stage. The emcee took his place at the mic to announce the next performer, but I kept my eyes on Julia while she walked toward me, stopping a couple times to hug someone or say thanks.

“Hi,” she beamed.

“Hi,” I wiggled my brows. “You were great.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m ready when you are.”

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anonymous asked:

Drunk headcanons on the guys? How they act or how much do they need to get drunk? Their drink of choice?

Right, so I’m not too knowledgeable on drink considering I only drink vodka and coke and I pretty much get smashed after drinking like 3 doubles, but I like this request so I'mma give it my best shot 👍

Noctis - I don’t think he’d be a lightweight but I don’t see him being a heavy drinker either. He’d probably be average when it comes to handling his drink. Drunk Noct, however, can go two ways. He’d either be the sleepy drunk where he suddenly just passes out and everyone would be like ‘omg is he dead???’ and then upon finding out he’s just asleep they’d probs just leave him there and Prompto would draw a penis on his forehead with a sharpie. Or he’d just be that drunk who wants to fight anything and everything. Like someone breathes too loud? Noct’s about to take them down! Would probably just stick to vodka and coke or lemonade.

Prompto - Lets face it not only is Prompto gonna be a lightweight he’s also gonna be the life and soul of the party! Like 2 drinks and he is fucking down! He’d be that drunk where he’s everybodies friend tho, like he’s gonna be chatting away to strangers like he’s known them for years. He’s just gonna be super friendly and super happy, and he’s just gonna be spreading the love. Probably the type where he kinda blacks out and the next day he’s gonna find himself like in the middle of a nowhere hugging a cheese wheel or some shit idk. The reason he gets drunk so fast is because he drinks anything. He’d be that one friend who always ends up stealing your drink no matter what it is.

Gladiolus - Definitely a heavy drinker, you seen the size of him? It’s gonna take a whole lot of alcohol to take this guy down. It’s probably a rare occurrence for him to be drunk because he handles his drink so well, but once he is I think he’d be surprisingly giggly. Like literally, suddenly everything would become funny to this guy! Like if someone so much as sneezes he’s gonna be on the floor crying with laughter, and it would take him ages to regain some composure. However, like Noct, drunk Gladio could go two ways, either a giggling mess, or suddenly he’d just become weirdly philosophical and deep, questioning the meaning of life and whether or not time is just an illusion. People would just be like ‘bruv? Really?’ And try their best to avoid Gladio and his deep conversations which make virtually no sense because he’s so smashed and pretty much has no idea on what he’s actually saying. He’d be a big fan of ‘manly’ drinks, like whisky, cider or beer.

Ignis - Like Noct he’d probably be an average drinker, however, he rarely gets drunk because he’s so responsible and would know his limits, stopping before he could actually get drunk. On those wild nights when he would actually allow himself to let loose, he would probably become extremely sassy. Like I can just picture him sitting in the corner sipping on some wine whilst silently judging everyone who walks by, like a drunken snobby housewife. He’d be like ‘Honey, that top with those shoes? Tsk…’. Honestly drunk Ignis would just be hilarious. He’d practically turn into Bianca Del Rio and just roast anything that moves. In terms of what kind of alcohol he drinks, he’d stick to fine wines and maybe even a few cheeky cocktails.

anonymous asked:

Hypnos, demeter, dionysius , Hades 😁

Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about? Honestly… I was smoking crack :/ and eating silver apples, in an underground cave filled with purple smoke. Then all I remember is dancing with this frenzied energy at all these parties with people I knew & some I didn’t.  It was nonsensical and I felt so hyper anxious yet euphoric the entire dream!!
Demeter: Do you miss anyone?  Of course! I miss my twin sister and my Grandpa. I also miss a boy who reminds me of neon lights, dark purple wine & strawberry milk, a girl like candyfloss & ocean moonlight, a girl like cobwebs & sapphires and a boy like burning buildings and honey-sweet blood. :/ :/ 

Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so what’s your beverage of choice? Absinthe  💚 or vodka with espresso and chocolate syrup! 

Hades: Have you ever had a near death experience? Yes a few, but I really don’t want to talk about it now I’m sorry! 

If anyone is planning on drinking on 4th of July, (which let’s face it, that’s about 90% of us) PLEASE call a friend, a cab or an Uber. Don’t make the fatal mistake of drinking and driving. Its not worth risking the lives of others.
You only get one shot at life, so make the right decision.

Here’s my Uber code, you’ll get $10 off your ride and avoid ruining a life: hx8yxue

Please make the right choice and be safe ^^

Closer || Michael Clifford

this is actually a very good song. you guys gotta listen to it pls and thanks. 

Closer - The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

I M A G I N E [slight sexual]

“Please, baby, one more picture!” You chimed happily at Michael. 

“But Y/N, it’s getting dark!” Michael said with a soft smile.

“Just one more, I promise!” You said with content as you put your Polaroid camera up. 

“Fine, only because you’re beautiful,” Michael winks at you, making your cheeks tint themselves a hue of pink. Putting the camera up, you watch as Michael puts his arms up to present the sun setting. He smiles such a cheeky smile that makes his eyes very squinted. It was an adorable face. 

“Ready?” You called out to him. You set the camera on flash. 

“Ready!” Michael assures. 

Flash!

That was 4 years ago. 

4 years ago from the happiest time of your life. It was always hard to think about such memories. It was painful to think about the flaws that came up and loosened the threads between you and the rainbow-haired doofus that brightened up your life. 

Michael Gordon Clifford was the most genuine asshole you’ve ever met. You call him this because although he was a jerk, he was completely blunt about it. He acted as though he was okay with you and everything you did. Always saying how you can tell your friends that it was a pleasure meeting them, but in reality, Michael prayed never to see them again. He was also very into alcohol ever since you got with him. He always had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand when you hung out with him. You knew of the broken relationship and contrast, but Michael was someone different. 

Michael was poor and you were rich, but he completely ignored that fact. He chased after you, but not for the reasons people expected. He didn’t want you for the money– he wanted you for you. Money didn’t mean anything if it wasn’t used to create memories, not purchase luxuries. He constantly teased you, calling you a snob when you always offered to buy him textbooks when the two of you were alone. 

Yes, you didn’t want to be known as that rich girl in school. College was all about reputation, and that was something you were oh so desperate to have. And you didn’t want your wealth to declare you the popular, pompous brat. Instead, you joined the bad crowd, the one Michael despised. They were robbers, cheaters, abusers. They were the worst kind of people and you deemed them as the best. 

But it was all for the adrenaline. 

Dressed up in night club attire, you decided to go to the bar of the Hilton hotel you stayed at. The school year was over, so you were off living your luxurious life without your rebellious friends knowing. The facade was tiring, and truthfully, you were finding them bland. They quickly became the old version of an exciting concept, especially when they didn’t do anything new. 

Descending down to the first floor, your expensive jewelry clink with every step you took in your high heels. Everyone turned their heads at you, with men giving you winks and asking for your digits with the ladies either in envy or smacking those men with their purses. Either way, it wasn’t your fault. Entering the bar with sass, you take a seat and fetch a bartender. 

“How might I help you, Miss?” The bartender asked with his gaze not fully on you. Finally turning to see you, his breath hitches and his face slightly pales up. “M-Mrs. Y/L/N, what a pleasure to have you here!” You giggled and blushed as he took your hand and placed a gentle kiss. You couldn’t help your fame from outside the school grounds. 

You were an heiress after all. 

“I’m sure,” you respond dully. He immediately snakes back his hands and smiles. 

“What would you like tonight, Miss?” 

“Give me a bottle of Rushkinoff please,” you asked, almost demanding, as you smirk. “The gold flakes, you know?” The bartender nodded vigorously before fleeing to the back in search of the expensive beverage. As you did, a man inconspicuously took a seat to your right. 

“That’s quite the vodka you chose, Miss,” the man beside you spoke, causing you to snap your head towards him. Your eyes studied him as you saw his bleached green hair. In search of his face, you noticed his fringe was in the way, making you disappointed. He refused to turn to you as well, making you even more frustrated. “Not cheap at all,” he continues. His accent was strong and… familiar. 

“Does my choice concern you?” You asked bitterly. Who had this man believed he was? Commenting on the drink of your choice. You knew it wasn’t cheap– that’s why you bought it. 

“Not really,” the man said with a chuckle. You saw the end of his smile through his strings of hair, making you a bit more curious about this man. Oddly, he gave off this vibe that seemed recognizable but your brain couldn’t tap at the source. “I just enjoy pointing things out.”

“It’s unnecessary,” you sigh, rolling your eyes as the bartender finally came back with your bottle. He offered you a cup, to which you grabbed and gave yourself a serving of the strong drink. The gold shards clinked at the cup when they were poured it. Floating in a circle, you watch the shiny shreds sparkle. “Thanks,” you tell the bartender before dismissing him away. He slightly scoffs before turning to the mysterious man sat beside you. 

“What would you like tonight, sir?”

“Get me a bottle of Jack Daniels,” the man asked, making you widen your eyes and your mouth slightly. Green-bleached hair with a fringe, cute Australian accent, and selection of an entire bottle of Jack Daniels. “Hold the–”

“Cup,” you finished his sentence, causing the man to turn to you and look at you with shock at that moment. Those forest green eyes looked at your so strongly that your mind began to flourish with memories. All the roads you two drove on, the quiet places to do the wrong, the pictures. Oh, all the pictures to have tangible memories. But even without them, they were crystal clear in your eyes. His lips were still so plump and red, reminding you of how amazing his kisses were. His face even brought back the calm, soothing vibe he always provided you whenever he was around. 

“Y/N…” Michael breathed, concentrating on your face. His eyes then wandered down and quickly went back up. It’s been 4 years, you thought. 4 years with no calls between you and the boy who was possibly the one. As much as you wanted to tell him off, saying how pretty you are and how you don’t need him, your mind was gone. And it wasn’t the alcohol this time. 

“Michael,” you say quietly, as more people entered the room to converse and drink. The bartender came with the bottle of Jack Daniels, having Michael smile before grabbing it with his hand. 

“How much for both of our bottles?” Michael asked, turning his attention to the bartender. He gives Michael the very high number, having Michael unfazed before he takes out his wallet and gives him a series of $100 bills. You were in shock, of course, as you were the one with the paper. But it seems the two of you were both on the same level. 

“Hey,” you spoke softly as Michael leaned towards you to speak. It made you nervous to find him so close, desiring to grab his hair jaw and kiss him hungrily. But you had an idea brewed and wanted to risk it. “Wanna get out of here?”

“To your room or mine?” Michael immediately asked, making your heart warm from the reacquainted feeling. But you contemplated the bedroom idea and shook your head. You wanted something more… something that the two of you would find more memorable. This lifetime was about making the best of it anyways. 

“The rover is at the parking lot,” you whispered in his ear. Michael chuckles in agreement as you pour your vodka from the cup and back into the bottle. Michael pops open his drink and takes a swig. Getting off the seat first, he offers his large hand and you take it, feeling those callouses you’ve longed since the day he left for the city. 

“Shall we?” Michael spoke in your ear, having you feel goosebumps of excitement rise from your skin. 

“We shall,” you smirk, having him drag you out of the bar and into the parking lot. You ready yourself, fishing your car keys from your pocket as you and Michael found yourselves outside in the warm weather. Michael wandered around until you pointed to your fancy vehicle. Dragging you over to it, Michael opens the trunk to look down at a mattress you had in the back. It looked very old and quite used. 

“Stolen?” Michael asked, shaking his head at how silly you were. Even with all the money you had, you were still one to be mischievous. Michael grabs the bottles of alcohol and places it onto the passage seat of the car.

“You know I was never a good girl,” you whisper seductively. Michael bit his bottom lip harshly before grabbing you by the waist and placing you on the mattress. Michael swooped it and was on all fours above you, allowing the trunk door to close due to his abrupt actions. 

“Then how about be a good girl for me?” Michael asked in a whisper, having you whimper in desire before Michael begins to strip you. One piece at a time, Michael removed your garments to reveal your body in its raw. He kept the jewelry on you, to ensure that he’s with the real Y/N he knew. The Y/N he might’ve loved and left because he didn’t see her. 

“Anything for you,” you breathed as Michael quickly latched his lips on your neck. His touch was bringing back beautiful memories of pleasure he gave you. His tongue slithered on your coconut-scented skin, having him take a deep inhale through the nose to smell you. He moaned as he kissed down from your neck to your collarbone, then slowly to your delicate shoulder. 

“Nice ink,” Michael whispered. His other hand was doing work as it intruded your insides with 3 fingers. He pulled in and out, constantly curling his fingers when he entered your hot core. It was hard to speak with the overwhelming feeling, but he was expecting the acceptance of the compliment. 

“Th-thank you, it’s n-new,” you stuttered in delight. “P-please be delicate with it.” You began digging your fingers into the sheets and began to pull at it. They started to let go of the corners of the mattress, shriveling up as some of the mattress was exposed.  

“I won’t,” Michael smirked before nibbling on the sensitive skin. You moaned at the painful pleasure he gave you, with his hands still doing work at your flower. “As much as I want to linger this, I really want to be inside you.” Michael said as he took his hands from your body and began to zip down his skinny jeans. 

“Hurry,” you moaned, feeling your core throb and ache for the return of his touch. You watch as Michael prepares himself on top of you and gives you a reassuring smile. 

“Ready?” Michael asked softly as he looked adoringly into your eyes. 

“Ready,” you whispered before he ended the space between you two and become one. “Come closer, babe…” you asked as Michael latched his lips onto yours while thrusting slowly. “Closer, closer….” you dragged as he continued to kiss your sore lips and fuck you at his own pace. 

“Closer.”


The next morning, you find yourself walking up with high discomfort on your back and soreness in your lower abdomen. Rubbing it gently, you flutter your eyes open and look up at the ceiling of the car. Sitting up, you rub your forehead in confusion and ponder. 

“What…” you softly spoke aloud, feeling oblivious until you took a whiff of the car. It smelled of booze and sex. You were then flooded from what happened last night from the return of Michael G. Clifford. Your hair allowed loose strands play on your shoulders from your pony tail that was now a mess. 

“Michael?” You asked quietly, finding yourself grow sad from your idiotic question. Of course he wasn’t here; you were in a small, cramped space that would make him evident if he were there. But he wasn’t, making you paranoid of the disgusting truth that happened last night. Pulling on your shirt, you decide to wrap your waist and below with the blanket. You crawl over to the front seats, hoping Michael was there or maybe left something. You notice your bottle of vodka was still there and full, with the Jack Daniels sat right beside it, empty and hot from the suns rays. 

“Fuck me…” you sighed, slapping your forehead with the palm of your hand. Finding yourself dehydrated, you take your bottle of vodka and take a swig of it. Putting it down with pure disgust from heartbreak and in general dislike of alcohol, you look over to the drivers seat and stare down to the small item that sat on it. Tears developed in your tired eyes as you brought your hand down to pick it up delicately. Holding it up to see it better, one tear escapes from your eyes and down the cheek. 

It was a Polaroid photo of you and Michael kissing right on top of the hood of his broken down car 4 years ago. 

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Wait What? Part 4 | a danisnotonfire fanfic

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The day had turned into night when Alex and I finished arguing. The relationship was over, officially. It had been over for months, I just never had the courage to actually call it off. I was so drained by this point both physically and mentally. When he left I was sitting on the bed, I watched him leave and I was not the least bit tempted to stop him. We never got to the bottom of who told him exactly where I was or who had said I was cheating and to be honest I didn’t care at this point. My mind felt numb and I wanted to make my body feel the same way.

After dying all the tears and pulling myself together a little bit I set off to find the boys. It was no surprise when I found them in the kitchen cooking food. When I walked in they just looked at me with pity sussing out the situation before saying anything. When I sat down on the other side of the breakfast bar and they still hesitated to talk I assumed it was up to me to speak first.

“Let’s get drunk.” Was the first thing that came to mind. I knew it was a bad idea but it might help for now. They just looked at me and smiled.

“Okay” Dan said as he began to pull out various different types of alcohol and mixers placing them all on the bar in front of me.

Once he had collected everything I looked over my choices before grabbing the bottle of vodka and drinking straight from the bottle. I winced as it burned my mouth, I hated shots or anything straight for that matter but tonight seemed like an appropriate one to begin my appreciation for it.

“Ooookayyy” Dan said following me and he poured himself a glass of white wine and Phil grabbed a beer. I smiled at him sarcastically before walking out and heading up stairs, the kitchen wasn’t the best place for drinking and we always normally drunk in the lounge room, there was a TV and stereo up there anyway. Phil grabbed the food he had just prepared and followed me up followed by Dan who was bought up the wine bottle as well.

The night consisted of many different drinking games. To get the night started we played drinking jenga which was a special set of jenga blocks I had brought from home for this purpose. Each block had something written on it what you had to do or many drinks you had to have. We also played the JennaMarbles drinking game which was fun and also hilarious watching her videos while getting shit faced. We were all having so much fun and the time was passing so quickly.

It was well into the night by now. The once what was a full bottle of vodka was now ¾ empty, there were two wine bottles empty that Dan had finished and a whole heap of empty beer bottles, one of which we were playing ‘spin the bottle’ with now. The only difference was that now the tequila had been brought out and we were playing the game truth or dare style. The rules were whoever spins the bottle drinks, if you refuse to perform a dare or don’t complete it to a satisfactory level you drink and same goes for truth.

My movements felt so slow as I spun the empty beer bottle then drunk some tequila while it was still spinning. It landed on Phil.

“Ohhhhhhhh” Dan said as he slurred the last part.

“Philly, I dare you toooo” it was taking us all awhile to think of truths or dares at this point. “Bro bro bro, you gotta kiss dan!” I started laughing so hard at my own dare.

“Pfft whatever” Phil said back to me. He leant over to Dan and kissed him on the lips while I cheered, it only lasted a second but it was still entertaining to finally see Phan come to life even for a little while.

Next up was Phils turn, he spun the bottle then took a swig while it was still spinning. When it finally came to a stop it was pointing at Dan. An evil smile crept up on to Phils face, he knew what he was going to ask Dan and it was going to be good.

“Dan” Phil paused “Why was Alex here before?” He asked. Dan looked stunned like he didn’t know what Phil was talking about but also kinda like he did.

Dan took a second before answering “I told him to come because (Y/N) was cheating on him. I didn’t tell him who I was.”

After he said it he seemed to realise what he said. Phil just looked at me; I don’t think he was expecting such an honest answer. I had heard what he said but I didn’t understand it, my very drunk mind couldn’t comprehend the words that had just left his mouth. Everything went silent for a minute, and then I just burst out laughing. I couldn’t control this laugher that was coming from me. The boys looked at me so weird, something tells me they weren’t as drunk as I was or they knew what was going on because I sure as hell didn’t.

“Fuck Him!” I shouted through my laugher and they started laughing with me. Once I had calmed down the game progressed a little longer and mainly consisted of getting each other to eat strange concoctions of food and drink.

When the bottle of tequila was empty we all decided it was time for bed. We cleaned up the room to the best of our drunken ability’s and filled up a few plastic bags with empty bottles. This was going to suck in the morning but none of us cared, the night had fulfilled its purpose, I couldn’t feel anything. Literally.

“Guys look!” I said excitedly “I can’t even feel this.” I said while pinching the skin on my inner forearm. Phil reached out and slapped my hand away but I just laughed, it was probably going to leave a mark or bruise but I didn’t care. The boys guided me up to my room making sure I got in bed safe, it was a good thing I was already in my pajamas. 

“Night (Y/N)” they whispered as they left and turned off the lights. I could already feel myself drifting off and could only mumble a small good night which I’m not even sure they heard.

I didn’t know what time it was when I went to throw up and I didn’t know how long I was in the bathroom for. It was still dark and I hoped I wasn’t waking anyone up with the sound of my horrific throw up. Once I felt like there was nothing left to leave my stomach I stood up and look at myself in the mirror. I had sobered up considerably since I went to bed and the night definitely left its mark on me. There was make-up all over my face and my hair was a rats nest. I proceeded to try and fix myself up a little bit by brushing my hair and teeth.

All of a sudden it came crashing down on me. The simple question Phil asked and the simple response he gave. Dan got Alex here, he told him I was cheating. I looked at myself really hard in the mirror racking my memory for solid proof this happened and that I wasn’t just making it up. After I concluded that this event did indeed take place I decided to confront him. If I was 100% sober this probably wouldn’t be happening but I needed to know. I couldn’t rest till I had answers, I wouldn’t know what to do or how I felt till I knew the truth.

I tip toed down to Dans room not wanting to wake Phil as I knew he was a light sleeper. Once I reached my destination I slowly opened the door to revel a sleeping Dan. I had no issues waking up Dan, he woke me up all the time to have drunken conversations at university, it was about time I got my revenge.

I tapped his shoulder till he woke and jumped maybe 3 feet out of bed, I could only laugh at his reaction while he calmed down. The sound he made was classic and I really wish I had been filming it.

“The fuck do you want?!” he whisper yelled at me.

“I want to ask you something.” I stated while still standing next to his bed. He sat up reviling that he was shirtless.

“Go ahead.” He said while looking at his phone to check the time. I saw that it was 5:25am from the dim glow of his screen.

“Why did you tell Alex to come here and why did you tell him I was cheating on him.” I came straight out with it; I didn’t see the point in beating around the bush here. While he was deliberating his answer I took a sip of the water that was on his bed side table, he waited till I put it down to answer.

“Because I like you.” His answer was simple and took me aback.

“Wait, what?” I whispered.

She's so "basic"

Ugh. 

She likes Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks.

She spends her free time on Pinterest and Tumblr.

Those christmas lights she has in her room year-round are stupid.

Her favorite season is fall? Lol how unoriginal. 

could you just fucking wait a minute please. 

Those PSLs are delicious and I wait all year for them. And apparently it’s okay to spend time on Tinder or Erodr or Yik Yak but heaven forbid I find a recipe or look at engagement rings on Pinterest (don’t even pretend you’ve never done it). 

And those god damn twinkly lights make me happy.

So who the fuck cares?

Why is it a bad thing that fall is my favorite season? There’s only four to choose from. I’m sorry fall preludes the holiday season and has the best weather? 

Why does it make me less of a person to like these things?

Why do you care?

“Oh my god. These basic bitches with their yoga pants and their Canon cameras. They’re so annoying,” Why? What the fuck do any of my interests have to do with you? Why are you so fucking offended by my love of glitter? 

It sucks to be excited about something you know people are going to shit all over you for. It hurts my feelings when you tell me my thigh-high socks and skater skirt combination is so “basic.” I felt cute when I left the house this morning. I thought–you know what would make this morning better? Listening to Taylor Swift and stopping by Starbucks. And those “basic” things did make it a better morning. So I don’t understand why it bothers the rest of the world that my favorite alcoholic drink is the new sparkly vodka–and yeah, the sparkles are what makes it my fave–or that I take too many selfies and use mason jars for everything. It has no effect on the rest of the world but yet you’re all so offended by it. As if my clothing choices and hobbies are a direct attack on the sanctity of the “individuality” you so desperately cling to. 

Your interest in Doctor Who or your obscure record collections is no better than my photography hobby or shoe collection. One of these is not better than the other, despite what most “teen’ movies might lead you to believe.

Just because my interests coincide with the newest punching bag doesn’t make me a terrible person. It doesn’t even make me annoying. I can still hold an intelligent conversation. I can still be friends with people who aren’t "basic bitches”–I just might want to take a picture of our sushi before we dig in, or tweet about something funny you said. It won’t kill you to just go along with it. 

So you know what I’m going to do tomorrow? I’m going to get up, get my festive-flavored coffee, put on my makeup, and continue on my “basic” way. All while having a damn good time doing it. 

I might even Instagram my super-healthy dinner. What filter should I use?

Vodka and Cranberry

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!!!!! She won!” 

“Tina, babe, calm down, we all know.” Artie said gently as he patted his girlfriend’s hand. 

The living room was alive with excited energy as everyone exchanged hugs after the announcement of Rachel’s Tony win. Tina and Artie as well as Kurt and Blaine exchanged kisses and Mercedes shifted uncomfortably in her seat between them. 

“Um, I’m going to go refill my drink.” She said to no one in particular as she waved the empty glass in the air slightly. 

Mercedes meandered through the small but rambunctious gathering until she finally made her way to the makeshift bar that was set up on the small island in Jesse and Rachel’s kitchen. She surveyed the various alcohol choices before settling on a quick and easy vodka and cranberry cocktail. 

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“ I’m going to be late ” I texted to one of my bestfriends, Sam Wilkinson and then looked at the mirror. It was his sweet 18 birthday and there was a party. A one of those really huge parties, like from tv or books.
’ k, try your best and get your ass here as soon as you can’ I reached a text message and laughed a little. I was wearing a red, short dress and black heels. The dress was simple,but at the same time my body looked kinda sexy in her. Okay, It sounds weird, but most of the time I feel really insecure and those days when I feel a little better about myself is really good. To me, obviuosly. I pulled on some mascara and red lipstick. Yeah, I know, some people says that it’s really slutty but I’m inlove with that color. I took a deep breath and looked at the mirror again. It wasn’t really bad, though. I looked just.. simple. Like every girl in Omaha. I sighed and smiled for myself. My parents was on road trip with my younget sister, so, I should leave soon if I don’t wanna to be attacked by the ghost. Yes, I’m seventeen years old girl and I’m still afraid of being alone in my own home. Everyone say yay for me. After I left I took a deep breath, then, I started to walk. Sam’s house is near to mine, so I don’t feel the need to get a taxi or drive my mom’s car. Here was so many people around. How I’m supposed to find the one and only Wilkinson ? 
“ Bitch, come here, I’ve waited for ya ” I heard Gilinsky’s voice. Don’t get it wrong, he was my best friend, so he didn’t hurt me with that word. And yeah, as you know, he was my biggest crush for months. Seriously.
“ Hey! ” I shouted and waved to him while I was trying to go. There was so many half naked girls, I don’t want them to touch me.
“ Don’t be such a pussy, (y/n).” Jack laughed and took my hand. “ it’s just a boobs .” He smirked like abd evil when I looked at him with my mad look. Lol, just kidding. I can’t be really mad at him because things like that.
“ where I can get a drink? ” I sighed and Jack laughed. Maybe five or less minutes later we were in the kitchen. I know, it’s gonna be really bad for me, because vodka and others shitty drinks mixed in one can’t be a good choice.
’ You really shouldn’t drink this shit’ Jack looked and me abd I can say that he was a little worried about me. He always was the one over protective friend when things was about me. I think it’s because I’m the only girl in the group. Haha.
“ Watch me” I smirked and couple seconds later, my mouth was burned. The taste wasn’t THAT bad, but everything else feels like straight from hell.o
“ Lets go, I wanna talk with othes.” Jack sighed and that made me laugh. Woah, that thing I just drank can hit me really hard.
“ Wait minute, I want to make one more. ” I send him air kiss and took a bottle of vodka while he rolled his eyes. Damn, it’s gonna be great night.
When I finally tasted all of the drinks and a little bit of all of them was in my cup, we moved. A warm habd of Jack held my cold hand, and I would think that it’s cute if I weren’t so drunk.
“ omg, baby, it my song!” I screamed into Jack’s ear when I heard Britney’s voice. I let Jack’s hand and one of the boys I’ve never seen before today helped me to stood. On the table, of course.
“HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME” I screamed with all air in ny lungs and looked at Jack who was laughing.
I heard someone’s voice saying that I should take my dress off and that was the best idea of today. Slowly, like a damn stripper I started and unzipped my dress.
“ oh no, you not gonna do that. Fuck, get off!” I heard Gilinsky’s voice and then I felt his hands on my waist.
“ why? I’m too ugly for that? You don’t wanna scary people? Aweey. Such a good boy.” I giggled like a little child and poked his cheek.
“ ( y/n), why do you talk shit? You aren"t that drunk, are you?” He looked at me with a weird grin on his face.
“ You know what?” I laughed. “Fuck it all. Yes, fucking fuck it all. I wanted to ride your fucking dick so hard, that I couldn’t be able to walk all week, but noo. Fuck it, yku just have to put me in fucking friend zone..fuck you” I mumbled and looked at him. Damn, maybe I’m not sober, but believe me, I know that later I’ll be sad if I’ll remember this. But now I really don’t care..
“Lets go and find a room, (y/n)..” Jack sighed and I moaned. He was so annoying sometines, though. Couple minures later, we were at Sam’s room. It was beautiful, though. A huge, fluffy bed was my personal fave.
“ soo, what’s now?” I looked at Gilinsky, but he just smirked and after that I felt his lips on mine . It felt soo good, though. His lips was fluffy, tasted like a vodka and chocolate’s mix. I wrapped my hands arround his neck, kissed him with more passion. I needed more. His lips, his tongue was like a drug for me . His hands moved all around my body, touched me in the places I’ve never been touched before. Yes, I had sex before but it wasn’t like that. 
“ now, take off your dress ” he whispered into my ear and I nodded, slowly, my dress hit the ground. In less than five minutes, Gilinsky pulled me on bed, with his soft, warm lips slowly started to kiss my neck. He gave attention to every single place and damn, everything was worth that.
“ Jaack.. ” I moaned while my hands was taking all of the rules. Slowly, I touched his back, his chest and his smile showed me, that he actually liked this.
“ So what did you said about riding me? ” be whispered into my ear, made me blush a little. But there’s no time for blushing, maybe it’s the only one chance when I actually can have him. Few seconds later we changed our positions. Now, I was on top. With my fingertips slowly touching his naked body, biting my lip. I can bet, that every girl in whole Omaha thinks, that Jack is some type of sex gods and now, he was all mine. Believe me, I’m appreciated. I kissed his chest, slowly, started to move with kisses from one place to another, sonewhere touching that hot skin with my tongue. He moaned, and it’s crazy, how much a simple moan affected me.
“ I just can’t..” he whispered quietly and suddenly, he was on top, smirking and watching my naked body.“ You’re so damn beautiful, (y/n) ” his fingers moved inside my legs, slowly, he took of my pants and smiled again. I closed my eyes, but suddenly, they were wide open. I felt his fingers inside me, touching me and making me feel like a fucking nympho.
“ Jack.. fuck, Jack..” I moaned, maybe a little too loud and bite my lip.
“You’re so fucking wet.. so fucking wet for me… (y/n)..” he smiled at me, then, he took off his boxers. Some seconds later the condom was on abd then, I felt him. “Does it hurt?” He asked, bitting his own lips.
“ No, just fucking do that..” seriously, I felt his smile and then he started to move. Honestly, it’s like a fucking titabic inside me, but damn god it felt so fucking good.“oh my..” I moaned, pulled my nails into his back. He moves faster with every second, though, maybe that was why it was so damn good. I’ve never felt that good before.
“JACK, FUCK, I’LL CUM. FUCK.’ I screaned and moaned at the same time.
” sh… babe, wait for me.. “ he moaned and kissed me. I don’t know hiw much time was, when we finally end. My whole body was shaking, and he moaned so loud. It can make me hornýy everytime, I can bet.
After that, we were in Sam’s bed, I looked to his face, to that beautiful smile. He was so beautiful now. More beautiful that one hour before if it’s possible.
” You know what? “ he smiled.
” no. What? “
"I think it’s pretty good start with our relantionships” he laughed and kissed me. Maybe, getting drunk wasn’t that bad idea.