#Bros havin a beer

[ghostf4cesbitch]

all mine // ethan landry

heyy this is the first time i'm writing fanfic in a while so pls be nice :0 open to requests :]

warnings: 18+ minors dni, slightly jealous!ethan, corn with plot, degregation, light praise, not proofread word count: 2.7k

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"havin' a good time?" some blond mama's boy says to you.

"could be better," you say.

ethan dragged you to this stupid party with stupid frat boys who reek of bud light. he'd said chad was really excited about it and that he had to be there to hype him up before he tries to kiss tara for the first time. the tension between the two of them was starting to get unbearable for everyone else so of course you said you'd come, but that was before you knew your boyfriend would be spending all of his time with his boyfriend.

you're not super clingy, and you love that ethan has a friend that helps him break out of his comfort zone, but jesus christ he's barely said five words to you since you got here. they've been nose deep in beer pong since they spotted the table.

"any way i can help with that?" the blond boy says.

you look at him and contemplate for a moment. ever since you and ethan started dating you hadn't stricken up a conversation with a boy unless you needed to. not because he got jealous or anything, you just simply didn't want to. why even speak a word to anyone else when he's all you could ever ask for?

"do you know if there's a secret stash anywhere?" you tap your hand on the keg in front of you. "it's kicked."

although ethan didn't get jealous easily, he was extremely possessive. you recognized this early on in your relationship, how his grip on your hand would tighten a little if another guy started talking to you, the way he'd pull you in closer if he noticed some creep's eyes on you walking down the street. it sent a shiver straight through your spine every time. you're his, and he makes sure everybody knows it.

which is the only reason you're giving this frat bro your time. you know there's a cooler hidden in the corner of the room your boyfriend just so happens to be playing beer pong in.

blond boy leans down and says, "follow me," into your ear, at which you try not to grimace. you let him take your hand and guide you through the crowd of sweaty teenagers, the cheers from the room you're walking towards somehow still audible over the booming speakers playing trademark usa.

as soon as you enter the room your eyes scan for a mop of curly hair. sure enough, he's standing at the table with chad, giving him a high five and saying something you couldn't quite make out. blond boy tugs on your arm a little harder to pull you down to the cooler. he opens it and does a voila motion with his hands.

"take your pick," he says, watching you as he grabs one himself.

you grab a Mike's and shut the cooler, looking back at him. "thanks," you say. "i think i was starting to sober up."

he smiles at you. "no time for that."

he cracks open his drink and motions for you to do the same, so you do. you take a long drink, thankful for the fruity flavors after basically drinking hard liquor all night.

blond boy is watching you as you come back up for air, then he licks his lips and you know what's coming.

"hey wanna go chill in my room for a bit? it's quieter in there." it's so typical you almost laugh out loud. frat boys put out like rabbits.

"i think i'm gonna go find my boyfriend actually," you say, pretending not to see him roll his eyes. "thanks for the drink."

you take another sip, then make your way to the ping pong table on the opposite side of the room. when you look to ethan, his eyes are already locked on you, his party boy exterior temporarily gone before he notices you walking towards him and that pretty smile falls right back onto his face.

"hey, baby," he says, kissing your forehead and immediately pulling you into him with an arm around your shoulders.

there's no sign of malice on his face, no twitch of his lip or excessive strength in his grip.

"hey," you say back with a smile. "you winning?"

"up by two," he says, gesturing to the table.

then he's just staring at you. his eyes are fluttering from one spot on your face to another. you know you're starting to blush because goddamn his gaze is intense.

"oh shit, y/n! where you been?" chad says from next to ethan.

you lean forward across ethan's chest a bit to make eye contact with your boyfriend's roommate. "around," you say. "found another cooler."

you point to the spot you came from. blond boy seems to have found his friends, dancing with a group of boys you couldn't tell the difference between in a lineup. when you look back, ethan's eyes are locked on the corner. or rather, the blond boy in the corner.

somebody else at the table grabs his attention, it's his turn to shoot. he does, and as he turns back around to do so the arm that's around your shoulders slips down to your waist, his fingers running under your shirt and digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. it doesn't hurt by any means, in fact, it feels good enough that there's a familiar flutter in your stomach.

ethan and chad win their game with a shot your boyfriend throws, kissing you on the head and calling you his lucky charm while everyone celebrates.

"i think you're just that good, babe," you say back, patting his chest. he chuckles, then turns to chad and says something in his ear.

chad's face falls as he says, "but we're on a four-time winning streak," in response.

"i know i know i'll be back later just don't lose it," you hear ethan say. they do a bro fist bump before ethan is motioning his head towards another room saying, "follow me," in your ear.

this time, instead of trying not to grimace, you're trying not to soak through your fucking underwear.

he pulls you through multiple rooms until you're standing in a dimly lit hallway where the music isn't quite so overbearing and there aren't as many people.

as soon as he can he's cornering you into a wall, pressing his soft lips against your own almost hungrily.

"i haven't seen you all night," he says, and he's still so close you can feel his lips brush against yours with every word.

"whose fault is that?" you ask teasingly, looking up at him.

"mine," he nearly whispers, seemingly so focused on your pretty face he can barely get the words out. he brushes your hair behind your ear before his hand comes to rest on your collarbone, slowly pushing up to your throat. "all mine."

he's looking at you in that way you love. when his eyes cloud over and you can basically see your name running on a loop in his mind in the reflection of his dark orbs. he's so fucking crazy for you, and it's intoxicating you more than anything you could've drank tonight.

"all yours," you say while staring into his eyes like you know he loves.

his grip around your throat tightens as he kisses you again. you couldn't focus on anything else if you wanted to. your hearing becomes clouded from your arousal because his hand feels so good there and his teeth start tugging at your bottom lip and oh my god he's pressing a knee up your skirt.

"e," you whine against his lips, running a hand down his arm. almost immediately he's grabbing it and muttering a fuck under his breath, pulling you through the nearest open door and shutting it behind you.

it's barely a second before his lips are back on yours and he's picking you up to set you on the sink of the bathroom you wandered into. your legs are spread open on either side of his and you can feel his bulge pressing into your underwear.

you moan into his mouth, apparently prompting him to pull you even closer. the friction nearly kills you.

one thing about ethan - he understands the necessity of foreplay. the man is a god at giving you just the right amount of attention throughout the day to make you lose your fucking mind when his hands finally have free reign.

which is why with just a little friction you're bucking your hips and whining, needing more. ethan just chuckles darkly, he knows what a mess he makes you and loves watching you fall apart because of him.

"ask nicely," he taunts, looking down at you.

you roll your eyes, an action he mocks. he heaves a big sigh as he does so, cramming two fingers under your panties and into your soaking cunt.

"such a fucking brat," he growls as you open your mouth to moan. his other hand makes its swift way up to cover your mouth before any sound can escape.

a deep moan vibrates on his palm and his eyes damn near start sparkling.

you mumble something against his hand, which he then moves, giving you a quiet, "hm?"

"please," you say.

it's light work, you know he won't accept it. but god you just love when he has to drag it out of you.

"please what, bitch?"

you swear you can feel yourself clench around his fingers when he says that. a lot of the sex you guys have is pretty vanilla and lovey-dovey. ethan loves going slow and deep inside you while making you look at him as he tells you everything he loves about you. but every once in a while, usually when you're both so needy you're practically drooling, this dominance flows out of him that you eat the fuck up.

he tilts your chin up to look at him and perks his eyebrows up ever so slightly. "more, e, please," you say, wrapping a hand around his wrist and trying to get him to move.

he just laughs at you.

"so desperate," he says as he curls his fingers inside you, the bare minimum amount of movement making you writhe with need. "and yet you can't even ask for it."

he pulls his fingers out, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. as you're opening your mouth to whine he shoves his damp fingers in, making you taste yourself as he locks eyes with you.

he slaps your clit once, twice, then his fingers are back inside you, pumping hard as he rubs back and forth on your clit with his thumb. you're moaning to no avail as his fingers stop any sound from escaping.

you can truly never get enough of him.

and he knows this. he feels the same way. which is how he knows when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth that you're gonna give him what he wants.

"please fuck me, ethan, please," you whine, giving him a pleading stare. "need your cock inside me so bad."

he pulls his other fingers out of you, making you whimper.

"need you to ruin me," you say breathlessly.

ethan pecks your lips. "was that so hard?" he asks, a smirk growing on his face as he kisses you again, this time deeply as your hands make their way to his belt that your fingers make quick work of. his pants are coming down and then one of his arms is snaking around your back as your grip finds its way around his shaft.

he lets out a breath of release as you work your wrist the way he likes it.

"i want it in my mouth," you say in his ear.

he whimpers (fucking whimpers) and looks at you, his pupils dilated so much so they may as well cover his whole iris.

"next time, baby," he says as he steps closer, lining himself up at your entrance. you're gasping just at the feeling of his tip. "need your tight little pussy right now."

god he has a filthy mouth for such an innocent-looking boy. the contrast of his sweet voice saying such lewd things is enough to make you cum all on its own.

and you swear you might as he pushes into you, tightening his grip around your back when it starts to arch slightly. he's watching you the whole time, he loves studying every little reaction you have to what he does.

It’s why he knows how to make you feel so good.

he shoves himself into you, not caring about how much noise you make now. and fuck do you make noise.

your moans are filling the bathroom because immediately he’s fucking you like he hasn’t been touched in weeks. it’s almost desperate, the speed at which his hips are moving to stretch you out.

“nobody else will ever be able to make you feel like I do, y/n,” he says, grabbing your face and forcing you to make eye contact with him.

then he stops, and suddenly he’s pulling you off the sink and turning your around to bend you over it. he grabs your hair, pulling your head up a little so he can’t taunt in your ear, “I just want you remember that next time you ask anybody but me to get you another drink.”

then he’s fucking you again, deeper this time. your legs are shaking from how badly you want him because even though he’s inside you it can just never be enough. he really does fuck you the best out of anyone you’ve met. he’s so attentive to what you like, something you’re not used to.

you’re a mess, to say the least. there’s no use in trying to keep your mouth shut or be more quiet. you never can contain yourself around him. 

“pussy’s so pretty swallowing my dick, baby.”

especially when he says shit like that jesus christ. 

“so fucking pretty,” he says, letting go of your hair and leaning back to slap your ass. 

His hands grip your hips, helping him fuck you even harder. you look back and see ethan biting his lip, then letting it go and moaning as he watches himself slide in and out of you. 

he glances up and meets your gaze, your desperate little gaze with your mouth gaping open as you moan just waiting for something to fill it up. ethan leans forward and frees a hand to grab your throat, positioning himself above you. he spits in your mouth and lightly slaps your throat, indicating for you to swallow it. 

you do, and then you stick your tongue out for him to see. he groans and hits your face, muttering, “such a fucking whore.” 

you look back up at him, smiling as you say, “just for you.”

something flickers in his eyes and he gives you a slight smile back. 

“that’s my girl,” he says as his hand once again leaves your throat and slips into your hair, pulling you back so you’re nearly standing with him. his other hand moves to your clit where he starts rubbing back and forth. 

“fuck, e,” you whine, the over stimulation tightening the knot in your stomach to nearly explode. “fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

“yes, baby, cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are.” 

that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. your orgasm shoots through you in waves as ethan mutters “good girl” in your ear and you feel your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock that starts leaking from the feeling not even seconds later. 

then he's groaning in your ear as he shoots his load into you and oh my god you could listen to him make these slutty noises forever.

you’re both sweaty and writhing riding out your highs, pulling each other close to feel as much of each other possible. ethan starts leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as your legs begin to slow down on the shaking. 

You know if you were home right now he’d be pulling you into him on a bed, wrapping his arms around you and giving you kisses everywhere he can reach while he tells you how much he loves you. you’re a sucker for aftercare and he’s become a pro at it. 

for now though, in a dirty frat bathroom, he settles for turning you around to kiss you on every inch of your face, muttering a soft "i love you" between each one.

[pixeljade]

So Mikey was like "Bruh, who gives a shit about peeps on the other side of the globe thats THEIR problem" and i was all "Homie, thats WHACK af!!! dont you know about the divine interconnectedness of all things? All things are as one, Bro!!" but he wasnt havin any of it. Mf was full head in the sand, fr!! And so yeah i uninvited his spiritually ignorant ass from the beer pong team, nawmsayin?

[or-something-better]

June 20, 2022

(Night at the bar playing air hockey)

Charlie

sitting out spirits and coolers full of beer  bar is open!!

Sam

Hey guys

Ruby

Goes to the bar and sees what's available.

Dean

walks in going to the bar seeing the cooler grabbing a beer and joining Sam, hey Sammy!

Sam

goes behind the bar It's open bar tonight, what anybody havin?

Ruby

Hey Sammy. I'll have a MacCallan 25

Sam

Ohhhh starting with the straight shots...I like your style pours it? Hey, I see you found the beer

Ruby

Some days just call for it.

Sam: (Plays Love In An Elevator) Have got to start things off...

Ruby

After all we went through in New Orleans, we've earned it.

Sam

Yes, they do

Dean

Yep could use my usual to bro if you will

Sam

grins and pours thought you weren't going to ask slides it over

Dean

Me? Not want whiskey? What?!? On what planet?

Sam

calls out Rose, you want something?

BelleRose

No I'm ok thanks Sam.

Dean

You better not stay behind that bar we need an air hockey match bro

Sam

Fills myself a glass of beer on tap, chuckles You just want to beat the tar out of me right out of the gate

Rub

Goes to the jukebox. Finds the one I want (plays Witchy Woman)

Dean

Bro it’s been a bit come on

Sam: (Plays We Can Work It Out) leaves the bar Okay, come on... but winner has to play Ruby chuckles Turns on the machine and finds to protectors. Hands to puke to Dean let's do this

Dean

Um dude! Puke in the bathroom not here!

Sam

🤦‍♂️

Dean

takes the PUCK walking to my end of the table and hit the puck with the paddle as it sinks in the hole that’s one bitch! smiling and winking

Ruby

(plays Fancy Like)

Sam

Jerk, I wasn't even ready yet!

Dean

(Plays Brother by Jensen Ackles) Hahaha that's what happens always expect the unexpected bro

Sam

Takes a drink and sets my beer on a nearby table so I don't accidently knock it over

Dean

take a quick drink and get in ready position

Ruby

I walk over to Rose Sure you don't want anything?

Sam

retrieves the PUCK and sets it on the board You ready? shoots without waiting for an answer

Dean

block the puck returning it quickly

Sam

hits it back zig-zagging off the side and back to me to hit again

Dean

Alright bitch! watching the puck go up and back across the table

Ruby

Sitting back down at the table I sip my MacCallan

Sam

(Plays I’m No Angel) I always think of Gabe when I hear this one

Dean

Nice one Sammy!

Sam

Whips my hand to the left and sends the puck ricocheting off the side and into Dean's pocket He shoots, he scores!!

Dean

try to block and miss damnit! grabbing the puck putting it on the table and slams into into your pocket answering back slap shot and score!

Sam

Damn! Laughing now, I pick up my beer for a drink  Cutthroat, dude...

Ruby

(Plays The Bitch is Back)

Dean

grab my beer and hold it up cheers Sammy! drink and get ready to block Rose! Get a drink and lighten up and have fun girl

BelleRose

No I'm ok thanks though

Dean

That’s what we are here for is to have fun

Sam

Stretches my arms and gets ready. Placing the puck in the center of the table I hit it hard off to the left and it flips up and shoots off the side of the table Shit! Sorry, sorry

Ruby

Walking over to Sam, I lean over and whisper in his ear "You want some fries?"

Dean

watches the puck go flying off the table and landing behind me I walk over and pick it up and bring it back to the table and hit it with another slap shot

Sam

What? Looks at her Yeah, that'd be great... Hey Dean what something to eat?

Dean

Sure any burgers tonight or just fries? smirks I swear yall gonna turn into a fry

Ruby

"I'll start Sammy's burger first so it will be ready when yours is. With fries" I head for the kitchen

Sam

I knew you were going to kill me with this.. but thought you'd make my death last a little bit longer Fishes the puck out again and send it back hoping to catch him off guard

Dean

Sounds good! We'll be here while I kick his ass at air hockey block sending it back and into the pocket

Ruby

Turning the flame up real high, I grab a cast iron skillet and set it on the fire. Getting everything for the burgers, I make Sam's patty and after checking the skillet with a flick of water, I hear the sizzle and smile. Just right. I flatten out Sam's burger and set it to burn.

Sam

Ah man! Spins around and slaps the end of the end of the table

Dean

Just a game Sammy just a game laughing watching you waiting for you to send it back

Sam

Okay okay... wait a sec... walks over to the juke box and selects a song I need some winning music...

Sam

(Plays REM Stand)

Ruby

Getting Dean's burger ready, I flip Sam's.

Sam

Gets the puck ready and send it straight down the middle and must have distracted him enough with the music choice to get it past him. Its drives straight in Yes!

Ruby

Flipping Dean's I get all the condiments ready

Dean

That’s what you call winning music? laughs as I miss the puck and you score lucky shot Sam walk over and play another song

Ruby

get the fries ready to go in the oil

Sam

I should have played you the theme song from Jaws.. you're like a shark.. I can even see the dead eyes Cracks myself up and I have to finish my beer before I'm ready for the next shot

Dean

(plays Eye of The Tiger) walk back now this is winning music grab the puck and slam it into the hole while your drinking your beer

Sam

Laughs harder There you go.. THAT fits you too

Dean

finish off my beer setting the bottle on a nearby table

Ruby

I pick up Sam's burger and tap it on the counter....has a nice solidness to it "Just right!" I put it on the plate with the bun. Get Dean's ready and pull the fries out of the fryer. Gathering it all together with the plates on both arms....I head out to the table

Sam

Looks back, just standing the with my empty beer in my hand Really? Really?

Ruby

"Burgers are up!"

Dean

It’s the eye of the tiger it’s the thrill of the fight rising up to the challenge of our rivals and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night and he’s watching us with the eyyyyyyeee of the tiger! shrugs

BelleRose

reads a note from my mom and dad

Sam

Walks across and throws my arm around Dean's shoulder and give him a squeeze while I walk us towards the bar and food Come on tiger, food up

Ruby

I go back and get the two baskets of fries. Placing MY basket sans salt at my place, I set the other between their burgers. Taking the catsup out of my apron pocket, I sit down to enjoy.

Dean

What? Want a bother all ya gotta do is ask... takes your bottle and mine back to the bar throwing them away and grabbing us each another and I grab my whiskey off the bar downing it and refilling before returning handing you a beer walk with you back to the bar for our food

Sam

Looks closely at the burgers Wow, Ruby.. this looks perfect. Thank you Notices Rose isn't eating Hey Rose, don't want anything at all?

Dean

sit at the bar and grab my burger there’s no mistaking who’s is who’s cracking a smile as I then take a bite mmmmm so good Ruby!

BelleRose

looks at Sam no I'm ok thanks.  I don't think the bar has anything I could have.

Dean

Um raw meat duh and you can actually drink you know

Sam

Shrugs and refills a glass for me from the tap

Dean

Bro I just handed you a bottle

Sam

Looks down I thought that was for you

BelleRose

If I eat anything I upchuck it back up.

Dean

Hm I’ve seen vamps eat still that’s interesting... Just sayin.

Sam

Chuckles Alex is the only upchucker around here Laughs harder thinking about it

Dean

bust up laughing as I almost choke on my burger

Charlie

(Plays Cooper Allen It wasn’t me)

BelleRose

Easy Dean

Ruby

Reaching over I pick up my MacCallan and take a sip

Sam

Get the ketchup on and takes a big bite of the burger. As I chew I can hear the crunch of the meat MMMMMMmmm this is just what I needed... (Plays Cupid Shuffel)

Dean

I’m good take another bit, get up and start dancing to the song

Sam

Glad to hear that because I'm not doing the 'maneuver'

BelleRose

And I dont want to hurt you doing the maneuver

Dean

Pffft your little ass couldn’t hurt me if you tried continuing dancing while eating my burger

Sam

Dude, I'm embarrassed for you

Dean

stop dancing long enough to drink my whiskey show me how its done then bro put your moves where your mouth is

Sam

Oh no no no no... not tricking me tonight

Dean

This is Sammy dancing mimics Sam finish my whiskey pouring another

Sam

Hey! You KNOW I was just playing around!!!

Dean

No excuses Sammy you wanna talk that big talk let’s see it big boy!

Sam

Has a mouth full of crunchy burger so can't reply, trying not to laugh and choke

Dean

Then there was that one time we did this doing the floss

Sam

That right there is some good stuff

Dean

(Plays 21 Pilots Stressed out) Lets get it Sammy like them good old days turning on the song

Sam

Dean, I live this song most days (plays Little Talks of Monsters and Men)

Dean

Nice one too Sammy Ooooh hey Sammy how about this! goes to the jukebox changing the song as it starts playing

Sam

Yeah, I love that one

Dean

(Plays Carry on Wayward Son) singing to it at the top of my lungs strumming my air guitar

Alex

Walk in smiles hey guys

Sam

The Guitar Man comes out... watch out Ruby, he's liable to hit you when he gets to really air strumming

Ruby

"Seems I have a lot of catching up to do when it comes to songs"

BelleRose

Hey Alex. walks up to the bar to order something

Sam

I will make that my personal mission... don't you worry

Dean

downing my whiskey and grabbing the bottle finishing it off continuing to air guitar after I down it. I slide across the floor

Ruby

Getting Sam a beer, I ask Rose..."Can I get you anything?"

Sam

Dean, Ruby's music folder is pretty empty.. what songs would you recommend she listen to? Waits for it... waits for it

BelleRose

What do you have on tap?

Dean

Anything before 79 anything after sucks

Ruby

"Sammy's drinking Cosmic Cowboy IPA I've also got Hamilton pale and of course Coors"

Alex

How you doing Smiles

Dean

And PBR for little ones like her its lighter

BelleRose

Good you?

Sam

79? THAT's your cut off point??

Alex

Doing good

Dean

Pretty much

BelleRose

I'll try a Hamilton pale

Sam

That leaves out Bon Jovi... Poison... Imagine Dragons... and on and on

Ruby

You got it! Draws her a tall one and slides it over

BelleRose

Rick Springfield and AC/DC

Dean

I have always said anything after 79 sucks ass

BelleRose

catches it and takes a sip thanks Ruby. That's good.

Dean

Even highway to hell was made in 79 not released til 80

Alex

Walk over to order hey ruby may I have a strawberry hard mike?

Dean

Bon Jovi started in 75 Sammy

Ruby

Coming up. Goes to the back and gets a couple of Strawberry Hard Mike's and give Alex one and puts the other in the small fridge below

Alex

Smiles thanks you

Sam

Really? They're that old.. HI Alex

BelleRose

goes to sit and people watch

Dean

Well he started playing that early

Sam

He started playing at 16 sneaking into clubs. But that doesn’t really count

Alex

Hey Sam Walk over to Sam and drink who winning?

Dean

13 in 75 goof first band when he was 16

Sam

Hates to admit it Who's always winning Alex

Alex

Dean? Win Sam win lol

Dean

75 band raze at 13 then at 16 in Atlantic city expressway. Didn’t start sneaking into clubs til he was with John Bongiovi and the Wild Ones,

Sam

I would love to Alex... Not in the cards. Have you played against this guy? Winning is just about Rule One for him... give him a try

Dean

Which was still him before his bonjovi band in 83 We still need to finish our game

Alex

I don’t think I can beat him I don’t know how play card

Sam

It's not cards... its air hockey and you just slap the puck, not hard

Dean

No he was saying it’s not in the cards for him to beat me... we are playing air hockey

Sam

Come on Dean Gets up putting my beer down Let's show her how it’s done

Ruby

Henry!

Henry

Hi

Ruby

Glad you're here. Can I get you anything?

Henry

No I’m good thanks though

Ruby

If you change your mind, just let me know.

Henry

Ok will do

Ruby

(Plays Saturday Night by Bay City Rollers)

BelleRose

sips my beer thinking about my family

Ruby

Oops, maybe a little too far back...guess you had to be there. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Dean

walks back over to the air hockey table waiting on Sam

Ruby

I saw him answer his phone. Might be a while. Can I get you anything Dean? Finishing off my MacCallan, I rinse the glass and clean it before putting it back.

Henry

sits at the table reading

BelleRose

sighs rubbing my eyes frustrated

Alex

Drink hard mike strawberry mmm I lean back smiles

Dean

Another bottle of whiskey

Ruby

Taking the cleaning rag, I wipe down the counter and bar.

Dean

What’s goin on with you? You've been acting weird since you got here

Ruby

Coming up. Going to the cabinet, I take out 1 bottle and hand it to Dean

Dean

Thanks Ruby

BelleRose

Just thinking about my parents. They were killed when I was younger.

Dean

Sorry to hear that but seriously come have fun drink a little enjoy the night with the rest of us

BelleRose

I'm having a drink Dean, motions to the beer

Dean

Ok then lighten the mood have fun

BelleRose

Sorry my parents case is still open even though they murdered.

Sam

whispers your age is showing

Ruby

Music has no age Sammy!

Sam

Dean on the back Come on dude... put me out of my misery Walks back over and set up the puck ready?

Dean

Can we talk about this another time I have a game to win and we trying to have a good fun positive night

BelleRose

Sure

Dean

grab my paddle and get ready and in position

Sam

Looks down the air hockey table at him, and hits the puck to the left!

Dean

watch the puck and hit it back watching bounce between sides

Sam

With the puck bouncing back so quickly, I slam it to the right and then it rebounds and comes right back and I'm unable to block it from my own chute Oh NO WAY!

Dean

I laugh watching you tough break Sammy you beat yourself

BelleRose

watches

Sam

One of those 'no one to blame but myself' moments...

Alex

Drink watch them play

Dean

laughs you can say that fine bring Ruby on

Sam

thinks I've had a fair share of those

Dean

Unless bear wants to play

Sam

Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive

Dean

We will see about that

Alex

Nah it ok you both having fun Smiles

Ruby

You gonna tell me what I need to do?

Sam

leans in and whispers yeah, kick his ass

Ruby

I laugh o...k

Dean

Yeah that’s so gonna happen sarcastically

Ruby

Ok, Dean, you first

Sam

Goes to get another beer and then sits down at the table with Rose You watching this... might be an historic event cups my hands around my mouth and yell Beat Him Ruby!

Ruby

I laugh at Sam Rose, tell him to shut it!

Sam

laughs

Ruby

You got the puck Dean

Alex

Win ruby win Giggle

BelleRose

She smiles he isn't mine to control Ruby.

Ruby

Mine either

Sam

Good answer!

Dean

Yep slamming it in the hole immediately catching you off guard. That’s one

Sam

jumps to my feet That's the second time you've done that tonight! Play fair dude

Ruby

taking the puck out, I send it back. I see what you're doing

Dean

I get ready to block hey all’s fair in air hockey

Ruby

preparing for battle

Dean

I hit it back bouncing it off the side rails

Sam

Leans toward Rose, but doesn't look away We might just need popcorn for this

Ruby

Blocking the puck, I send it back, banking off the left

Dean

I block sending it back again slamming of all the sides as it ricochets behind your paddle

BelleRose

Maybe. snickers

Ruby

blocking the puck again, I smile at him Almost, but not quite

Dean

blocking sending it back straight into the hole. That’s 2

Sam

gets up to play some music as background (Plays Europe The Final Countdown)

Ruby

Retrieving the puck, set it up. Faking a bank to the left. I slide it to the right sending it into the hole with a smile

Dean

getting down ready to block again keeping the paddle in front of my goal

Sam

jumps up And She Scores!

Dean

Sike! as the puck hits my paddle sending it back to you

Ruby

Blocking the puck just in time, I bank hard to the right

Alex

WAHOO! Ruby! Yes!

Dean

I slam the puck into the hole again

BelleRose

sips more of my beer

Dean

ready to block paddle blocking my goal

Ruby

You're pretty good at this Dean. Taking the puck out again, line it up, getting ready I hit a hard left bank

Sam

Laughs with Alex You make a great cheering section

Dean

it hits my paddle glancing off I hit it hard...too hard it bounces off your end of the table whoops. setting back up to block

Ruby

Going behind me, I pick the puck up off the floor.  So close. Setting it in place I fake to the left and hit straight on

Sam

Thinks for the perfect song. Runs across to the box and punches it in (Plays I am Woman)

Dean

I watch the puck and hit it as it banks off both sides then back to me I hit it again mid table right to you

Ruby

Catching it head on I bank it to the right and watch it go right in!

Dean

I get the puck out and quickly slap shot it back into your goal. waiting to block again

Ruby

Nice shot! Picking the puck and lining up a shot, I feint to the left go right and back left and shoot

Dean

I block sending it back as it bounces off the right side. Thanks. What is that 4-2?

Ruby

Chasing it down, I laugh as I pick it up. Let's try this again. Lining it up, I hit dead center and hope for the best

Sam

Yes 4 to 2

Dean

I hit it straight back at you as I watch it glance off your paddle into your goal. Make that 5-2. setting up to block again

Ruby

Sighing, I place it to the right and aim left. Let's do it! Hitting hard, I smack the puck.

Dean

I go to hit it and glance of it missing 3 times before sending it back to you as I fall into the table and watch it go straight for your pocket

Ruby

One more to go Dean. Lining it up yet again, I hit the puck hard left, and watch it bank right

Sam

Hey Rose... you should play the winner of this game

BelleRose

Sure

Dean

I jump up off the table slamming the paddle on the table almost missing, I hit the puck straight into your goal

Ruby

Ok Dean, you win. Rose is next.

Dean

Nice game Rube

Ruby

You, too Dean

Sam

Gets up and slaps Ruby on the back Great effort. He's a hard one to take down

BelleRose

takes a sip of my beer and goes to take her place

Ruby

Now that you know all his moves, you can get him next time I tell Sam while looking at Dean

Dean

I stand waiting for you to send the puck think I should go easy on this one laughs

Sam

Come on Rose!

BelleRose

sends the puck and gets it in the hole before you finish laughing

Sam

WOOWHO! Taste of your own medicine right there!

Dean

I blink at you for a second before grabbing the puck ok ok I see him I do my famous slap shot nailing the hole. Back atcha

Ruby

I sit next to Sam and lay my arm on his shoulder and rest my chin on my arm

BelleRose

blocks it immediately and sends it back into the hole

Sam

Ruby, I think this is going to be a short game. Better get my beer now... Walks back to the bar calling out Last Call Everybody!

Dean

I put mu paddle right in the way blocking so it doesn’t go in nice try sending it back

Ruby

I'm good.

Dean

Hit me up with another bottle bro! blocking my goal

Sam

Alex, if you need anything else, now’s the time. Gets a rag and wipes down the bar

BelleRose

smirks Ruby can you get me another ale hits it back

Ruby

Sure Rose!

Sam

Sure, gets another bottle of Dean's favorite and take it over I'll just leave it here sets it on the next table over just in case the puck comes off the table

Dean

slam the puck as it bounces of the side sliding right behind her paddle and in the hole

Ruby

Sam can you get me another ale for Rose?

Alex

Thanks you Sam

BelleRose

growls and serves it up

Dean

How many are we at Sam?

Sam

Coming right up Gets a Hamilton Ale from the tap for Rose and takes it over to Ruby's table for her

Dean

slams it back as it ricochets quickly between both sides

Alex

Rise my beer

Sam

You'll have to ask Ruby, I was distracted with the bar, sorry

BelleRose

aims at the hole and gets it in

Ruby

Thanks Sam. Rose you want it over there or leave it here?

Alex

I would have other on hard mike strawberry

Dean

takes it out slap shotting it in again

BelleRose

Just leave it with you Ruby

Ruby

I hop up and get Alex's drink.

Sam

winks at Alex as I walk back to the bar

Ruby

It'll be right over here

Sam

Ruby, you got it?

Alex

Thanks you Sam

BelleRose

blocks it and hits it faking left but going right

Alex

Thanks ruby 🥰

Ruby

Yep! Setting Alex's drink down in front of her Cheers!

Sam

Collecting the used glasses including my own, I start the hot water and wash them out and dry them

Dean

I hit it back to you as it slams into your paddle hard

BelleRose

slams it back just as hard

Sam

Can see that Dean and Rose BOTH have that kill or be killed look in their eyes You too are pretty well matched

Alex

That was awesome

Sam

Takes a broom from the kitchen wall rack and starts sweeping around the table, straightening chairs as I go

Dean

I believe we are at 3 pointing to myself and 2 pointing at you, as the puck goes into my hole as I wasn’t there to stop it ok make that 3-3 I grab it and slam it back hitting it in the hole 4-3

Ruby

You're hired Sammy

Alex

Need any help Sam?

Dean

put paddle at my goal blocking it

Alex

Need help ruby?

Sam

Smiles Hey, I can handle a broom.

BelleRose

blocks and hits it towards you

Ruby

Thanks Alex, but Sam's got it

Alex

You’re welcome

Dean

I fake right and hit it left bouncing off the side rail headed for your goal

Sam

Thanks Alex, but I'm almost done. Just relax and enjoy your tiny break from those kiddos

Dean

blocking my hole again

Alex

You’re welcome and yeah they are so adorable

BelleRose

blocks just before it goes in and hits it towards your goal

Dean

while blocking my hole I reach over to the table grabbing the new bottle, using my teeth to open it spitting the cap onto the floor with plans on picking it up I slam the puck straight back at you while drinking from the bottle. return my paddle to in front of my goal

BelleRose

gets it in while you’re drinking from the bottle

Sam

Watches Dean break out his whiskey like a savage. Laughing and shaking my head

Ruby

Savage, Sam, savage

Dean

puck hits the paddle I had blocking the hole and I send it back to you

Alex

Drink and giggle

Sam

I was just thinking that same thing

Dean

I’m smart I had my hole covered laughing

BelleRose

sighs before blocking

Ruby

Sorry Dean, that just sounds so wrong!

Dean

I know it was intended

BelleRose

So wrong on so many levels

Dean

blocking the puck yet again

Alex

Hole cover?

Dean

Never mind Alex never mind

BelleRose

You are a tough player

Alex

Rise her eyebrows

Dean

bust up laughing costing me the next shot at rose hits it in tied next point wins you ready?

Ruby

Laughing It's for the best Alex

Alex

Oh ok Giggle

Dean

I hit the puck and it goes straight in the hole before BelleRose can answer

Dean

Game!

BelleRose

You cheated Dean that was so not fair!

Dean

It was totally fair there’s no cheating in air hockey you either block it or you dont....and...you didn’t good game you go some skills

Dean

Got

Sam

Ah! I thought there for a minute that she might actually take him down good game you two. Goes over to my brother and jerks his right arm up into the air The undisputed Champ of the Air Hockey table!!

Sam

Drops his arm and shoves him away But you're still a Jerk walks off laughing

BelleRose

rolls my eyes I'll get you one of these days. Knock that ego down a peg or two

Ruby

Wow! That actually was pretty good. I tell Sam

Dean

tossing the paddle on the table trying not to spill the whiskey as. You jerk my hand up and shove me I almost fall into the table. Bitch! I down the rest of the whiskey bottle ok who’s driving? I stumble almost falling over to pick up the bottle lid

Sam

I did not even bring a car...

Dean

How’d you get here?

Ruby

I can take us back to the bunker.

Alex

I walk I didn’t have a car

Dean

Ok so I’m driving pulling my keys out

BelleRose

Not me. I think we've all been drinking. finishes my glass and goes to wash it and put it away

Sam

Smiles at Dean having a hard time standing and takes the car keys, Ruby said she'd take us all

Alex

🥰

Dean

Hey wait those are mine! stumbling to the trash

Sam

OKay... everyone. You can take the party back to the Bunker but you can't stay here. I'm closing her up

Alex

Yes sir

BelleRose

walks up to Sam he should've taken it easy on the whiskey

Sam

Pockets the Impala keys I'll give 'em back tomorrow. Yeah, says you and his liver... okay.. out out

Dean

Well if Ruby’s taking us all back which includes you then we all wait till you lock up

Alex

Hold on to ruby

BelleRose

holds onto Ruby

Ruby

Just need to know how many are going with me

Dean

You coming back for Sammy? Take the girls and come back?

Alex

I am here Hold on

Sam

Yep that's how it works... Walks over to lock the front door

Ruby

Sounds like a plan. Alex, Rose, you ready?

BelleRose

Ready

Dean

Cool she’s gonna take the girls first then us

Alex

Yes ma’am pay and tip 200 and walk back and hold on to Sam

Sam

Probably easier than the bunch of us together. I'll bring you back to pick up your car tomorrow

Ruby

It'll be you me and BelleRose, Alex Ok, then. Round up everyone. Everyone touch someone's shoulder, and keep your other hand to yourself. Making sure everyone is ready, I pop us all to the bunker,

Sam

Its suddenly quiet when they all leave You now Dean, This place is growing on me. I like spending time here

Ruby

Popping back to the bar, I wait for Dean and Sam

Dean

Yeah I is me too grabs another bottle from behind the bar to take with when ruby gets back still wanna stay at the New Orleans bunker?

Sam

I do. There are a lot of items in there and we need to know what they are

Ruby

You boys ready? I ask

Sam

jumps wow that was quick

Dean

Gonna miss this for a while but it will be worth it especially the much needed bro time to boot popping open the bottle and seeing ruby pop back in. laughs watching you jump I put my hand on your shoulder damn Sammy that’s the highest I’ve seen you jump

Ruby

Tray tables put away gentlemen. Ready?

Sam

I'll never get use to all the zapping...

Ruby

You want to drive the car?

Dean

Me either but damn we do enough of it and yes everything is put back in order

Sam

Wait... let me get the light runs over to turn it off, leaving the night lights on

Dean

put my hand back on your shoulder let’s do this

Ruby

3-2-1 I pop the lot of us back to the bunker.

Sam

Throws my arms around both of them and squeezes in a big bear hug Let's do this!

Dean

we disappear

[quarkslobes]

when shows put in purposeful gay rep its always the most forced two bros havin beers but accidental gay rep is like "my dear doctor, theyre all true. especially the lies" "they left me to live with nothing to look forward to but having lunch with you" "theres hope for you yet doctor"

[shorkbrian]

Yanno what song reminds me of your bakugo?

Feelz by areo.

Everytime it comes up on my playlist I think of your cabin in the woods bakugou and kiri. Imagine kats bringing kiri to meet you after you’ve been living in the cabin for a while. Uh oh kiris in love and they can’t wait to defile you. Wearing Katsukis oversized flannel infront of the fireplace, you look fucking hot how could they not? Mmmmm kiri moves in the next day.

Ily so much 💕

FUCk I have so many thots abt cabin au's with lumberjack Bakugou and lumberjack Kiri

like I can just see Kirishima tagging along with his bro after a hard day lopping trees, both of them looking forward to ice cold beers and sitting on the front porch, shootin' the shit and relaxing.

Kiri was aware of Bakugou's little.... "partner" and how the two of you met, honestly a little uneasy with the whole thing, but Bakugou had convinced him to keep quiet, convinced the big man that you were different now. That you loved him, cared for him, and of course, Bakugou, loathe as he was to admit it - loved and cared for you too. A real Beauty-and-the-Beast story.

Kirishima could see how fearful you still were of the blonde, even more so of the brawny redhead as soon as he steps into the cabin. Bakugou has to calm you down, pull you into his chest even as you flinch away, wide eyes flickering fearfully between the blonde and his friend. It's all an act.

And Kirishima feels his stomach drop as he realizes that this isn't right, was never right.

Somehow Bakugou convinces him to stay for a few beers regardless, sending you off to the kitchen to fetch the drinks while the men head out to the porch.

Kirishima starts the uncomfortable conversation as soon as they sit down, suggesting that maybe this isn't healthy for you or Bakugou. He barely gets two words in before you're out there with them, setting two beers down on the deck and climbing into Bakugou's lap at the pat of his hand against his knee.

Bakugou's got you trained like a dog.

Kirishima can't stop himself from zeroing his eyes in on the curve of your ass, exposed by the short skirt that Katsuki no doubt had made you wear, made all the more visible when Bakugou hikes you further into his lap, grinds his hips against you.

Shameless.

You gasp a couple of times, hands shaking as you clutch at the blonde's dirty shirt, head bowing into his chest out of embarrasment.

"What, you don't like Kiri watchin' ya?" Bakugou coos meanly, hand patting at the flesh of your round ass, making you jump. "Why don't you go get familiar with him 'n shit, introduce yourself."

You don't move.

Bakugou's tone turns mean. "Get the fuck over there before you and I start havin' some problems."

Kirishima's brows furrow, a worried "Bakugou-" falling from his lips as he begins to admonish his bro, but you're already standing up and stepping over to settle yourself down onto Kiri, warm little body fitting perfectly against his in the seat.

The redhead can't stop himself, big meaty hands gripping your waist to steady you so you don't fall, sharp red eyes entranced by the shame on your face. You're so pretty, he can see why Bakugou had to have you, why he took you like he did.

But fuck, that doesn't mean any of this is okay.

It's hard to voice that fact when you start moving your hips against his, slowly grinding against the soft bulge in his dirty jeans, hands on large shoulders.

Kirishima lets out a half-hearted groan, eyes flicking over to Bakugou when the chair creaks, sees the blonde leaning back and sipping his beer, a manic grin on his face.

It isn't too long before Bakugou speaks up again, Kirishima's mouth having gone dry the second you touched him. "C'mon, I'm gettin' bored as fuck over here."

Trembling hands undo Kirishima's pants, shoving them as far down his thighs as you can while he's seated, and Kiri feels like he can't even breathe anymore as you reach underneath yourself and pull your panties to the side.

"Wait, turn around." Bakugou stops you before you can sink down onto Kirishima's length, breaking the spell of silence. You immediately do as you're told, turning so your back faces Kiri, front-facing Bakugou who's now standing.

Bakugou grabs your shirt, wrestles it off you without much trouble, immediately pinches one of your nipples meanly and causes you to whine.

"Dude, chill-" Kirishima swats his friend's hand away, places his own big hand over your tits and holds them without evening thinking about it.

Bakugou chuckles. "See? Ain't she so soft?" He's unbuckling his pants now, dropping them just enough so he can slide his dick out, rub the tip against your lips "Her mouth's a dream, throat is tight as shit."

Kirishima can barely understand what's happening.

In the next moment, Bakugou is pushing you down by the shoulders, forcing you to sit on Kirishima's fat dick, feel his hip bones dig into your ass, fat balls nestled against your clit. Bakugou likes it when you make noise, so you do.

"Hear that? She's feelin' good... Make her feel even better." Bakugou says, cradling your chin with one hand, thumb slipping into your mouth so he can pry it open for his dick to slide inside.

Kirishima hesitates, feels conflicted, doesn't know what to do. It kind of seems like you enjoy this, but at the same time.... you're shaking like a leaf, tears prickling in your eyes, voice shaky and tight when you moan. Bakugou looks at you with a threat behind his eyes and you moan even louder.

Kirishima hopes it won't hurt your feelings if he pushes you off (even though you're so wet and tight around his cock, he wishes he could fuck up into your heat).

But Bakugou is already pushing his dick into your throat, shallowly fucking the small space and ever so slightly causing you to bounce back on Kirishima's cock and Kiri loses any sense of righteousness he ever had in the first place.

As Kirishima feels his cock swell more and more, he can't help but let himself feel good, using his grip on your tits to bounce you even harder on his lap, gritting his teeth as your walls unintentionally milk him. It feels so good and he can't stop, doesn't want to stop, doesn't even feel bad for it.

You can't even moan anymore, choking on spit and dick that gets continously shoved into your mouth, Bakugou grinning down at you and Kirishima like a madman.

"Feels fuckin' good don't it? Imagine comin' home to this every day, getting to fuck a tight pussy-" Bakugou slaps you across the cheek and you gag, tears running down your face. "Whadd'ya say babe, should we have Kiri move in? Fuck you senseless every day while you suck me dry?"

You know he's not actually asking your opinion.

And Kirishima? He kind of likes the sound of it

[muttplatinum]

boys and bongs and bros guys

cw: e.munson, s.harrington, m!insert, marijuana use

steve eyes the bong curiously and makes you grin.

you offer him the piece, your hand steadying the bottom. "you can look at it, stevie. weed's already there, it's just gotta be lit," you inform him.

he gives you an unsure look and takes it from your hands. "it looks fragile," he mutters.

"it is," eddie interjects, coming in from the kitchen with a shirt stretched taut at the bottom to hold many beers and snacks. "so don't drop it, big boy."

you roll your eyes as eddie drops to the floor, spreading the snacks out around the three of you. "he's not gonna drop it. i'll even spark it to be sure," you placate. you reach over and snag a piece of candy from his pile.

steve merely watches this exchange with the bong in both hands.

"alright, handsome. you just take a slow inhale, and i'ma light this, yeah?" you smile, leaning forward and tapping the weed packed bowl gently.

he nods and touches the lip of the bong. "so.. do i put my lips over the hole? in the hole? does it matter?"

eddie snorts beside you.

"not really," you smile, "just whatever feels most comfortable." your smile grows mischievous. "pretend you're frenching someone, but no tongue. just the open mouth."

steve's eyebrows shoot up and eddie absolutely cackles.

"you're pathetic, that is not a technique," he snickers, twirling and tugging a strand of hair.

"okay, i'm sure someone somewhere does it!" you retort, ears hot.

a slight smirk on his face, steve looks up at you through his lashes as he lowers his lips to the bong. "if you want me to french kiss you, y'could've just asked," he says softly. your heart stutters in your chest and his smirk grows. "gonna light it?"

you blink and nod, biting your lip with a smile as you ignite the small flame. "breathe in slow," you remind him as you pull the slide out.

he doesn't reply and focuses on clearing the bowl, brows furrowed. he leans away from the piece, holding his breath, blinks.. then exhales, an impressive plume of smoke coming from his lips.

"damn," eddie whistles. "that was hot."

steve's face grows red and he grins. "that was a lot smoother than i expected," he admits.

"hell fuckin' yeah, dude. got the good shit while i was in the city," you crow, taking a huge rip yourself and blowing it directly in eddie's face.

he gives you a lazy middle finger before exaggeratedly trying to suck in your secondhand smoke, making you and steve laugh.

eddie gives you grabby hands. "gimme that shit."

all three of you take three or four good hits before you and eddie decide steve is definitely way too high. he stands in the middle of the living room, swaying gently and spinning around in a slow circle as he hums. you watch him, amused and fond, head on eddie's chest and hand on his stomach.

"havin' fun, stevie?" you pipe up, propping your chin on eddie's collarbone.

steve turns to face you, a dopey grin on his face. "yeah, i'm all--" he giggles, spinning a finger in the air, "--wooooo!"

another giggle fit ensues and eddie's arms wrap securely around your waist as your eyes narrow in mirth. steve eventually joins the two of you on the couch, and you end up staring at the ceiling and talking nonsense for hours, snacking on what eddie plundered and indulging in each other's affection.

the bong does not go unused for long.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Nothing in the world

Pairings: Frankie Morales x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, forbidden love, angst, cursing, mentions of pregnancy.

Summary: your Frankie’s best friend sister, your also the love of his life. What happens when unexpected news changes everything, will your relationship remain a secret or will you fight your obstacles together?

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Standing out on the porch you take in a deep breath, the forest air washing a sense of calm over you. You sip on your freshly brewed coffee, wrapped in his check shirt, fluffy socks covering your feet. You sense him before you feel his arms wrap around your waist. He smells of whiskey, sandalwood and something that’s distinctly Frankie.

“You weren’t there when I woke up. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just taking this all in before we have to leave.”

“I wish we could stay here, just forget everything and everyone and just be us.”

“Me too, I hate that we can’t be ourselves back home. That we have to hide, us.”

“I know but you know your brothers will kill me if they find out, one of their best friends dating their sister.”

“I don’t think they’d care, it’s you. They know you’ll treat me right. I mean how long are we gonna do this?”

“I don’t ok, look I really don’t want to fight baby. Please just let’s enjoy today while we can.”

“Fine.”

His hands grabbed your breasts as you moved your hips on top of him, his thick cock filling you. He was grunting loudly, head pushed into the pillow. You could feel your climax nearing as you grind against his girth.

“Fuck baby….could spend my life right here.”

Jesus Frankie I’m close…Ngh.”

“Come for me baby, come all over my cock.”

He lifts his head and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting until you were a moaning mess on top of him. He moves a hand down between you and rubs circles into your clit, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through you body. You moan is name loudly into the cabin and Frankie follows you over the edge, spilling inside you. You stay sitting on top of him for a few minutes, his gaze full of love and adoration.

“God I love you Y/N, so fucking much.”

“I love you too Frankie.”

You move off him and head towards the shower, Frankie laying back on the bed watching you sway your hips as you go. You turn on the shower before sticking your head out at him, “you gonna join me or what?”

Frankie hops off the bead and runs towards you, you giggle as he lifts you up “you don’t have to ask me twice.”

You hated being back, having to lie about where your going just to see him. It was even worse when he was over at yours with the guys. All you wanted to do was kiss him and you couldn’t, it fucking killed you.

“Yo Y/N, we’re havin the guys over tonight, you want to join or you heading out?”

“Nah it’s ok, thank Benny but I’m meeting the girls for dinner and drinks tonight.”

“Weren’t you just with them last weekend?”

“Eh…yeah but you know us girls, love a good excuse to head out.”

“Ok cool, we’ll if you need anything shout and you know what to do if anyone gets too handsy.”

“Yeah yeah calm down big bro.”

Fuck! What we’re you going to do now? You weren’t meeting the girls you just didn’t want to have to be here around Frankie and not be with him.

The guys are all sitting in the front room when you come down the stairs, you overhear them ask Frankie if he’s with someone. Your interest peaked you sneak up to the door and listen.

“Haven’t seen Fish bring a girl out in what, six months. What’s the deal bro, you got a girl you don’t want to introduce us too?”

“I bet he’s been banging all round him, no girlfriend at all, am I right?” Benny claps him on the shoulder before taking a swig of his beer.

“Well, Fish come one spill.”

“Nothing to spill about.”

“Come on man, you mean to tell me that the Frankie catfish Morales, the fucking pussy eating king has been celibate!”

You fucking hated Tom, asshole. You couldn’t listen to this anymore, giving it a few seconds before you barge in the door announcing your departure.”

“I’m heading out, see you two later.” You sneak a glance at Frankie to find his eyes already on you.

“Don’t be out too late?”

“Ok DAD!”

As you hop into your truck your phone chimes with a text.

Love you baby, be careful tonight.

You heard his keys jingle as he opened the front door, excitement flowing through your veins. While he was over at yours with your brothers, you’d let yourself into his place setting it up for a romantic night. The fire was lit, candle glowing and you had beer and food ready to go. You’d also decided to wear the sexy red lingerie that he liked so much. He was shocked to see you standing there in your red number.

“What’s all this baby? Not that I’m complaining, damn I could get used to coming home to you.”

“Just wanted to spend some time with you, so I’ve texted Benny, told I’m in Lisa’s tonight.”

He makes his way over to you and pulls you close, “god I want to marry you so bad.”

“Well we have to tell my brothers we’re dating first.”

“Not yet baby, but soon I promise.”

Frankie made love to after that, on the carpet in front of the fire. It was heaven just being with him and not having to hide. Now your lying awake running your fingers through his thick hair as he sleeps peacefully beside you. Suddenly though a sick feeling washes over you and you try to sneak out and run to the bathroom. Emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet you don’t hear Frankie come up behind you. He holds your hair back and when your finished he gets you a glass of water.

“You ok baby?”

“Yeah it’s probably just a bug, you shouldn’t be too close in case it’s catching.”

“Bit late for that don’t you think.” His eyebrow was quirked up and a smile spread over his face.

“Oh shut up.”

“I better get going before Will sends out a search party.”

“See you tomorrow though right?”

“Yeah baby I’ll be there. I couldn’t miss benny’s fight he’d kill me.”

When you arrive home you make the boys breakfast before hopping in the shower. You leave them a note before heading out to work.

Hey breakfast in the oven. Gone to work be home at 6. Love your annoying lil sister.

Part 2

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[tf2fansderogatory]

Hmm

Perhaps...

The mercs being taken cared of by others after they over exert themselves doing something

How do ya think each merc would help someone after that crash?

Scout has no idea how to actually help so he just offers to hang out and tell dumb jokes or watch movies, talk about comics or something. He heals through the power of being a bro.

Soldier gives MOTIVATIONAL PEPTALKS AND I- oh your ears hurt? Sorry sorry. *Clears throat* he gives quiet motivational peptalks.

Pyro makes a cozy, safe, fire and makes a blanket nest in front of it. It's warm and they have hot drinks and baloonicorns and stuffed animals and everything else a pyro could want.

Demo is the king of just havin' a beer, shootin' the shit. Crack a cold one with the lads, maybe talk about fishing... Need to cry? He's all ears baby. He brought snacks too.

Heavy just sits down quietly and does whatever is needed. If the other person needs a hug, he gives them a hug. If they want something to eat, he cooks. If they just need to be left alone, cool he'll check back in in half an hour. If they need to vent, he listens and gives advice and the occasional head shake and "I can't believe he said that. That bitch."

Engi is 💥Southern Charm💥 distilled into a single human being. He has already made a full meal fit to feed ten people. He somehow warped time and space to make it sunset always. He has a horse, somehow, for you to pet. The sentries gain sentience and pat you on the back. He breaks out the guitar and sings a song about gettin' through the tough times, pardner. You will never feel bad again.

Medic is mean. But in a loving way. He's cuddling his person and taking care of them and making them drink water and healing them but the entire time he's calling them a dumbfuck. "Moron, you blew out your back? I can't believe you. You know better. Never do it again. Asshole. Stupid bitch. I love you."

Spy is about as comforting as a slab of drywall. You would feel more taken care of by laying on a pile of bricks. Best case scenario, whoever he's "taking care of" lies on the floor and sobs and he sits nearby chainsmoking a tube of their tears and checking his watch like "damn bitch it's been an hour can u wrap it up"

Sniper is awkward so he just sorta goes. Had a rough day mate? 😟 you wanna uh. You want. Do y. Hug? Actually no don't do that. Want a... I was gonna say a cookie but I don't have any. Here's a blanket, it probably doesn't have ticks. If you wanna hang out in the van for a few while you calm down just don't look behind the curtain, please don't ask why.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Shotgun Wedding

MASTERLIST

Angel Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k 

Warnings: angsty angst, language, s3 spoilers, (gif not mine!)

Marisol Reyes’s diamond sparkled underneath the grim lighting of the Mayans clubhouse. The diamond she always imagined resting on her ring finger. Y/N stared blankly at the beaming woman glued next to Angel. Y/N tried her damndest to conceal her heartache keeping a calm demeanor. As if cemented in the very place she stood, Y/N didn’t dare move a muscle at the abrupt announcement. 

Her ears rung horrendously blocking out the unwelcomed laughter and cheers. Her blood simmered rising in temperature every passing second, but Y/N swore her heart stopped beating the moment Angel wouldn’t…couldn’t look at her. Tranq’s eyes searched the room finding Y/N all too easily, a familiar sadness rested behind her eyes showcasing her inner misery.

Nails’s smile continued to irk Y/N as her fingers wrapped around an empty beer glass.

Angel’s voice boomed through the room next; “That ain’t it..we’re havin a baby!”

Hoots and hollers broke out across the room celebrating the surprising news.

Y/N froze too stunned to glance up from the wood counter she was currently staring holes in. Ezekiel’s eyes followed suit; pity filled and genuine disbelief. Didn’t seem like big bro told him either. Suddenly glass shattered forcing Y/N’s gaze downwards, blood danced down her palm moving delicately towards her wrist. Two shards embedded deeply into her hand as her eyes bulged at the growing mess.

Tranq moved quick grabbing a towel. He hesitated sizing up the shards and their removal. His lips moved but Y/N didn’t hear a thing. A minor pinch resonated from her palm glancing down at the removed bloodstained pieces. Angel chanced a glimpse towards Y/N knowing the damage had been long done.

“Y/N?”  

She merely nodded applying more pressure to the cut.

Her voice dead-panned void of any emotion; “Shit, I spaced. Sorry bout the glass.”

His brow scrunched upwards at the overtly monotonous tone. Meanwhile, Y/N busied herself wiping up the crimson liquid. Not more than five seconds later her back was to him as she rushed to the back room. Tranq tailed her closing the door behind him. Her chest heaved unable to catch her breath as she paced in circles.

“Say somethin, anything…”

Y/N stopped, her eyes pierced his gentle ones; “Did you know?”

Without hesitation, Tranq answered; “No idea.”

He sounded just as hurt as she did causing concern to spread throughout her shivering frame; “I thought you and Nails were—”

“Me too. Guess not.”

Unshed tears begged for release but Y/N fought harder. Her voice sounded broken, laced in pain; “I hate him.”

Tranq rubbed her shoulder soothingly; “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

Her shoulders deflated; “It’s not your fault. It’s fucking mine for giving him another god damn chance.”

“Stop. They made their choice. Does it fucking suck? Hell yeah, but it’s outta our hands for good. Don’t let that shit spread.”

“Your optimism is annoying as hell.”

His hand grazed over her chin keeping her attention; ““He doesn’t deserve you; he never fucking did.”

“And she’s a total bitch for blowing you off and running back to him the second he turns her damn direction.”

“I don’t want to hurt like this anymore, T. Angel will never choose me and that’s a hard pill to swallow. But seriously? Seriously? He fucking parades her around, proposes to her, and then knocks her up?! What fresh hell did I walk into tonight?”

“You and me both.”

Her fingers carefully grazed along the liquor bottles aligning the farthest wall; “I think I’m going to miss you the most.”

Confusion clouded his thoughts; “You—you’re leaving?”

“I have to. I can’t just stay here and watch him play house. Angel’s left me no other choice.”

Tranq closed the gap between them bringing her into his chest. Her arms wrapped around him trying to memorize every possible detail.

“I still have a phone, ya know. I’ll keep you in the loop, promise.”

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. And undoubtedly worth loving. Don’t let him take that away.”

“You, my friend, have a way with words. This isn’t goodbye.”

“Just a see you later?”

The hallway light shone brightly as the door swung ajar. Picking up one foot in front of the other, Y/N stride didn’t falter instead focusing her energy straight ahead on the exit until an unwelcoming voice echoed out for her.

“Y/N, wait up!”

She began a light jog attempting to make a clean getaway. Heavy footsteps clogged about alerting her of another presence. Y/N fumbled for her keys but not before Angel Reyes caught up.

“There’s nothing left to say, Reyes. Your announcement made that crystal clear. Now go the fuck away.”

“At least gimme a minute to explain.”

“Explain what? How you told me you loved me TWO DAYS AGO and then proceeded to propose to your fuck buddy? Oh, congrats on the baby by the way. I hope you both burn in hell.”

Angel held her arm keeping her in place; Y/N fought against his grasp; “You’re a selfish, irredeemable shell of a bastard.”

“I know.”

“I love you, all of you so damn much. But I’m sick and tired of the bullshit. You’ve obviously made your decision, Gel. I gotta get out of here for a while.”

Guilt ran down his spine seeping into his stiff bones. Angel opened his mouth but no words followed. Not once in the last twelve hours had he stopped running at full speed. Now with the dust finally settling, Angel’s actions finally caught up with him.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

Her jaw nearly hit the ground at the audacity of this asshole; “I bet your fiancé is looking for you. Should probably head back.”

The words held a finality Angel wasn’t sure he was ready to embrace. His mind screamed at him to be honest, to tell Y/N she was the reason he got outta bed every day. But then Nails told him she was pregnant and the rest of the world became a blur. Angel never actually expected to lose Y/N. Now his reality had shifted, altered on its very axis and there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do about it. The car door creaked open and shut in record time. Blurred headlights were all that remained as the distance grew further and further between them. Crickets chirped far too loudly as the silence set in. It was time for Angel to let Y/N go even if his heart resisted.

 ~~~~~~~

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[ladybinary]

Prime and Ultron would get along.

Just two bros havin' a beer, bonding over being massive 8'-tall tech-based supervillains with aircraft-carrier shoulders and planet-destroying cheekbones.

Not that I'm thirsty.

[jus-clowning-around]

John Winchester was HELL BENT on finding the thing that killed his beloved wife leading him down the road of hunting and becoming a hunter.

He left dean at motels with sammy. Alot. (Or so I've come to belive as I imagine the times we saw dean looking after sam alone in motels weren't the only times that happened)

But just how young were the two boys when john first started to leave them at Bobby's or motels?

Let's just imagine for a second 4 year old Dean sitting up in Bobby's spare room. A slightly warm bottle between his small hands, feeding his baby brother a few months after his mother went up into flames. His father off getting tips and dirty looks at bars and anywhere else the desperate man could. Bobby sitting next to dean showing him how to hold Sammy's head just right.

Let's just imagine 5 year old Dean cheering on his 12 month old brother as sam struggles to take his first steps only to stand up to Dean's absolute happyness. His father and bobby of getting leads with fake FBI badges that bobby made in his basement and cheap suits they got at thrift stores.

Let's just imagine Sam's first words being mom at 17 months, little five year old Dean smiling happily becuse now "he can talk to sammy"

Let's just imagine 9 year old Dean filling Sam's lunch box up with animal crackers, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a cute little note, and a packet or two of salt for his first day of school.

Lets just imagine 9 year old Dean walking little five year old sammy off to his first day of school becuse his dad was caught up in a vampire case two sates over and couldnt make it.

Let's just imagine little 9 year old Dean on his knees gently putting bandaids on his brother's knee. Drawling little hearts on said bandaids.

Let's just imagine 7 year old Sammy making little mother's day cards. Replacing "mom" with Dean. And giving it to his big brother every year.

Let's just imagine 9 year old Dean throwing a little birthday party for little 5 year old brother sam. Costusting of..a gross cup cake he made from what was ever in the fridge and cheap take out till he upgraded in high school once he got a job and got his little brother a small cake every year. They kept this between them of course

Let's just imagine 13 year old Dean teaching his 9 year old brother how to pick locks only to get jealous that Sam slowly starts to become better them him at it.

Let's just imagine 13 year old Dean stealing Christmas presents for sam becuse, John is never home on time.

Let's just imagine bobby and 14 year old Dean showing little 10 year old Sammy how to shoot a gun at some old coke cans in Bobby's back yard.

Let's just imagine 15 year old Dean cheering on his little 11 year old bro as he got his first kiss from some cute boy in his class.

Let's just imagine 16 year old Dean throwing a little party for his brother since he got straight A's on his report card.

Let's just imagine 17 year old Dean teach his 13 year old little brother how to hustle pool to get extra money for some food, becuse twenty bucks doesnt last all that long.

Let's just imagine 18 year old Dean driving Sam off to his first day of high school.

Let's just imagine 18 year old Dean supporting his brother in his slightly "feminine" ways. (Becuse "there is no shame in havin beautiful hair sam-")

Let's just imagine 18 year old Dean teaching sam "Real Music" consisting of Led Zeppelin of course.

Let's just imagine 19 year old Dean giving 15 year old Sammy his first beer, that he stole from Bobby's fridge. Let's just say they got in trouble...

Let's just imagine 20 year old Dean being so god damn proud about how smart his younger brother has grew up to be so dang smart.

Lets just imagine 21 year old Dean always trying his best to stop the fights between his little brother and their father.

Let's just Dean being crushed when his little brother leaves and doesnt come back

Let's just imagine when ever 25/26 year old Dean has the chance he calls in to Sam's college to see how he is doing. Using some fake name. Becuse even though he knows sam is the same smart kid he helped with his math homework he still worries.

Let's just imagine Dean going to hell with a smile on his face becuse he knows his little brother Sammy will be safe now.

Let's just imagine Dean still looking after his brother even though his "little" brother will be almost 40 in a few years. Becuse if he doesnt. Who else is gonna?..

Let's just imagine dean being more of a parent to his brother then john or mary ever were.

(Okay so I might of spoiled my self with this one a bit, I love the boys all cute and fluff. Brotherly love is the best part of the show for me. So...have this)

[nimjatortles]

A Taste of Heaven

Mikey helps a drunk girl get home ~2000 words

“I don’t know you! Stop touching me!” The girl turned her face up to the sky, shouting for any and all to hear over the loud pop music. Her words fell on a beat, with purpose and clarity. Mikey skidded on his heels and turned right around to check over the edge of the roof and down into the alley below him.

His hand went to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to call his brothers but hesitated. Leo’s orders were to report any activity on the experimental patrol. Splitting the city into routes between the four of them was risky but they covered a lot more ground. Donnie was close by...but Mikey didn’t need help with this clown. It was just a routine rescue. Damsel in distress. A lone girl cornered by some jackass outside of one of the smaller clubs in Brooklyn. Easy peasy.

“C’mon, don’t be so loud, babe. You were all for it a minute ago.” The assailant persisted, covering her mouth with his hand until an empty bean can struck him in the temple. “OW! The fuck?!”

“The lady said back off, dude!” Mikey called from the fire escape before dropping down to street level. He landed intentionally loud to try and spook his opponent, a tactic Raphael liked to do. The shadows still hid most of his form but there would be no denying his size.

“Hey, this don’t concern you, fuckface. Get lost.” The assailant pointed, shoulders raised and hands otherwise balled into tight white-knuckled fists.

“Nah, bro. That ain’t how this works.” Mikey drew one of his nunchucks from his belt. He didn’t need a weapon against a common schmuck, but better safe than sorry. Plus, it looked cool.

“I said fuck off. I’m not gonna te-” He took his eyes off his prey for too long. The girl leaned her shoulder back to wind up a doozy of a haymaker right into her assailant’s cheekbone.

“Ohmygod-that hurt!” She gasped and shook her hand to try and rid herself of the pain. She paid no attention after that even as the man recovered from her strike and turned his angry eyes on her.

Mikey leapt forward and baseball slid into his shins to take him out. There’s nothing quite like the sound of a skull hitting the pavement. The man groaned and didn’t get back up as the ninja grabbed him by the back of the shirt to toss him in the pile of garbage bags lining the building.

“To the trash with you! Heh. That was easy.” Mikey put his nunchuck back in his belt and cautiously approached the girl. “You, uh, you good?”

“His face hurt my hand…What a douche…” Her voice was scratchy, words slurred together. “S’it s’pposed to hurt like that..?” The girl finally turned her head to look at him. She stared and squinted her eyes. “...you’re very green. Are you s’pposed to be green?”

“Been green my whole life so far. Life of a turtle, yaknow.” Mikey laughed nervously. She was very drunk but at least she didn’t scream. That was a nice change of pace. “Listen, you got friends inside the club or somethin’?” He couldn’t stay on the ground much longer, but he couldn’t leave her alone either.

“No…” She scowled and pushed herself off the wall. “They suck…” The girl let out a squeak when she felt herself lose balance from a moment of standing.

A quick shuffle of the feet and Mikey caught her before she fell. He helped her find her footing in her wedges but she stayed leaning against him. The warmth of her skin a dramatic contrast to the cool night air and the mix of perfume and beer was a welcoming scent so close to the garbage. Her head rolled to the side and then back up straight as she faded in and out of consciousness. She scowled again as she tried to get her eyes to focus.

“Where’s your nose?” She poked his beak with a painted nail and giggled. “Boop.”

“Uh-” There was a loud banging sound of a side door being opened loudly. More people were coming and Mikey felt himself panic. “Ok listen, I’m just gonna get us to a safer place so we can find your friends, okay? Please don’t scream.” He scooped up her wobbly legs in one arm to quickly scale up the fire escapes on the side of the building just as a group of loud drunks passed underneath.

“Woah..! Fuck was that..?" The girl looked around at her new surroundings. "How'd we get ...up here?" She stared at him. "..d'you fly? That-that's tight." Her head dropped against Mikey's shoulder, too heavy to hold up.

"Nonono don't pass out on me! I gotta get you home or somethin'." Mikey bounced his shoulder a bit to try and wake her back up with minimal success. Her head straightened up but her eyes remained glazed over and unfocused and she fell back down to his shoulder. "Aw man..! Okay, we're gonna call for backup. This is a good time to call. Leo will know what to do."

He adjusted the girl in his one arm as he reached up to press the button on his walkie-talkie.

"Yo, I got a problem. It's not, like, an emergency problem but I'm, uh, stuck."

"What happened?" Leonardo came through immediately, voice stern and commanding.

"I rescued this drunk girl and now she passed out and I don't know what to do."

"Jus' leave her where her friends'll find her. They're probably lookin' for her." Raphael chimed in.

"I can't just leave her! Someone's already tried to pick her up! That's what I meant by 'rescued', duh!" Mikey looked over the edge of the building. There was no sign of anybody looking for her.

"Does she have a purse? Her I.D. will have her address on it." Donnie suggested.

"Uh.." Mikey looked down at his unconscious charge and what she wore. No purse. No jacket. He looked down in the alleyway for a discarded purse. "No purse, Donnie. I don't know where she'd even put a wallet with this outfit."

"Hm. Where are you? I'll come help."

"Who'zat?"

Mikey jumped a bit when she spoke. He hadn't noticed her wake back up.

“That’s my brother, Donnie. He’s gonna help us get you home, okay?” He tensed up when she stretched her arm across his chest and her hair tickled his neck as she ducked under his chin to grab the walkie.

"Donnie! Come out with ush! We’re havin’ fun!” She laughed as her voice cracked and she raised her phone to take a selfie. “Le’s do shots!”

“Girl, where were you hiding your phone? Your pants don’t even have pockets!” He stared at her dumbfounded as he took the radio back to return it to his shoulder strap.

“Which ’s bullshit…” Her scowl only lasted a second before transforming into a smug smile.“Titties, babe. Hide stuff in ya boobs and they safe.” She pulled her shirt to look down the collar. “I got lotsa stuff in here.”

“Oh boy.” Mikey didn’t know his face could grow so hot so fast. For all his peacocking, he’d never actually been this close to a girl, or her boobs before.

“Mikey! Mikey! Hey! Does she have an iPhone?” Donatello’s voice was a welcoming distraction and the little brother answered in a shaky affirmative. “Great. Tell her to ask Siri how to get home. If she has her personal contact card set up, the A.I. will be able to give you directions. It’ll probably only work with her voice so she has to ask.”

Donnie for the win. After a quick battle of fighting with Siri to recognise the girl’s drunken dialect, it provided the address to an apartment building a few blocks away.

It was an easy run across the rooftops. Michaelangelo held onto his sloppy charge tightly and dropped down the fire escape to the window she pointed out.

"You sure this is the right one? Don't wanna end up in some rando apartment.” The turtle quickly scoped the area out, watching for neighbors and people walking down below.

“S’right.” She pointed at a potted plant of questionable health. “Them’s my tomato. They gon’ be spaghetti someday.” She informed him with a proud smile and rested her head on his shoulder. “M’little green babies...”

“Heh. Neat.” Mikey withheld his innuendo and pried the window open with a kunai from his belt. He held her close to carry her through the narrow opening and scraped his shell against the peeling paint of the window frame in the process.

The girl lazily pointed him across the apartment to a bedroom, clearly content with being carried. Mikey was careful to make his footsteps silent and keep an eye out for any roommates. He pushed the door open with his foot and stepped on a fluffy rug.

“Wow. Smells like girl in here.” Mikey blinked some at the mix of smells that hit his senses. Perfumes, candles, deodorants and whatever product she put in her hair all mixed together with the personal scent of the girl in his arms. It was soft, almost fruity, and reminded him of summer.

"Am girl. I live here.” She held her arm out to find her balance as Mikey set her feet down so she could stand and immediately kicked her shoes off, shrinking down a few inches in height.

“Well, uh, home sweet home! I gotta get back to work, so. See ya later? Be safe?” Mikey thumb pointed back at the window they originally came through and tensed up when she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No, stay. I gotta pay you for the ride.” She pressed her lips against the side of his mouth as she leaned awkwardly against him.

“NOPE.” Mikey pulled his head away even as he held her to support her. “It doesn’t count if you’re drunk! That’s not okay!”

“Well then, you get drunk n’then i’s fine.” She grinned and kissed his newly exposed neck. Causing the turtle to let out a squeak of a noise he didn’t know he could make.

“Idon’tthinkthat’showthatworks!” He whined and took her shoulders to hold her away from him and stared at her. “...my face doesn’t freak you out?” He asked quietly, cautiously. Even hopefully.

“I was in anime club in high school. This is not the first mask I’ve kissed. Or even the weirdest.” She poked his beak again. “Boop.” Her head rolled to the side as she laughed then she suddenly scowled. “Oh man, I almost threw up. Nevermind. Maybe next time. Mgoin’ to bed.” She turned away from him and pushed her laundry pile onto her floor before ungracefully flopping down on the bed. “Leave me your number and I’ll Venmo you money in the mornin’.”

“...Okay.” Mikey stood completely frozen, and yet on fire, as he watched her blindly burrow into her blankets. He eyed her desk and the stack of colorful sticky notes. His brothers wouldn’t leave her anything. It was a huge risk. She’s drunk, she doesn’t mean it. But what if she does. What if she could?

A decision made. A breath for courage and he wrote his name and number down on an orange sticky note for her to find. He added a little turtle in the corner for a personal touch and left the apartment with haste. He scaled to the rooftop and yelled up at the sky.

“Dear God, it’s me! Yer boy, Mikey! This is some bull-shit!” He pulled on the ends of his mask in frustration. “My first kiss from a girl and she’s drunk so it doesn’t even count..! Damnit.” He pointed upwards. “You better let this work out! I think you owe me by now!” He pouted and then sighed. “Please let it work out…Even a little bit would be nice. At least she didn’t scream…That’s a good sign.”

Mikey dared to crack a hopeful smile and ran across the rooftops to find his brothers.

[smashingsire]

Patriarch of Penguins

@hxuse-of-muses

It wasn’t an easy day for the King so far as he had to force himself into his training area; he recently discovered that he was in the second-to-lowest tier in Smash Bros. Ultimate and so he needed to boost up his strength and speed through immense training...

After a few hours, Dedede found himself taking the lift up to his throne room where he felt like having a nice big pint of his favourite beer down at the bar. As soon as Dedede stepped out, dressed from his vest and band into his royal finery, his eyes then focused on the grass and his body practically froze... On the ground directly in front of him was a fish... a dead one at that, but it was a fish. A fish. Nothing but a fish.

“Uuuuugghh... who dropped that there freakin’ fish? Am I havin’ fish t’night?” He asked around but no Waddle Dee’s were found which was rather odd considering that a bunch were always put gardening. Picking it up by the tail, The penguin waved it like a pendulum before something else attracted his attention.

“‘Nother one? Did they think they can evolve right away...?” And so he dropped the fish on the ground and picked the other one up,... but then he found a long trail of fish leading directly through his open gates!

“Don’t this all look fishy...? Heh, why am I funny when there ain’t no-one ‘round...? Better note that there ‘un down when I get tha chance...” and so he decided to investigate, walking alongside the trail of trout across the courtyard towards the outer levels of his castle grounds...

[master-sass-blast]

I’m Not as Think as You Drunk I Am.

OH, WHAT’S THIS, ANOTHER FIC?

YES. YES IT IS.

And, like the title suggests, it involves drinking; this is your obligatory PSA to drink responsibly and legally. It may seem like fun, but you can actually kill yourself if you drink too much. Stay safe, kids.

Summary: Wade gets the Reader DRUNK during a New Year’s celebration at the X-Mansion. Piotr finds out and gets pissed, then helps the Reader recover from their hangover the next morning.

Rating: T for strong language and alcohol consumption.

Warnings: Vomiting, legal alcohol consumption, hangovers, etc.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

(Title from “Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time” lyric by Panic! At The Disco.)

You’re minding your own business, just hanging out in the library while you innocently sketch in your drawing pad.

But, then, that’s usually how these things happen.

Wade bounds into the library, skips towards you, and hops over the couch before crouching behind you and putting his hand over your mouth. “Don’t scream. It’s just me.”

“I literally just saw you come in,” You mumble against his palm before pushing his hand away. “What’s up?”

Wade yanks on your arm until you climb over the back of the couch and crouch next to him. “Okay, so this is for your ears only, okay? Wolvie and I managed to hide some booze in the mansion for the New Year’s party tomorrow. There’s going to be a party in the basement after the fireworks go off. Anyone under twenty-one, Mr. Pole Up the Ass, and Colossus are absolutely not invited, capiche?”

You frown. “And you’re telling me this because...”

“Uh, because drinking alcohol is a great rite of passage in America. I’m Canadian, and I know that. You’re legal, right?”’

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re invited. Look, it’s better to drink with friends for the first time. We’ve all drank alcohol before --I can’t drunk anyway, so I’ll be able to keep an eye on you--and you’ll be at a safe place with literal doctors on staff if you get sick. It’s perfect!”

Hindsight will tell you that this is a bad idea. Horrible. Utterly stupid.

But, right now, you don’t have hindsight. All you have is foresight, and you’re foreseeing a lot of fun and new experiences in the future.

You grin. “Awesome.”

“And just what are you two doing?”

You and Wade both jump and stare guiltily up at your boyfriend.

He’s in his metal form right now, thick arms crossed over his burly chest. “Why are you hiding behind couch and whispering?”

“Hi, Pete!” You chirp with a sunny grin. “We’re booby-trapping Scott’s underwear drawer for New Year’s!”

“Don’t tell him!” Wade hisses, playing along with your deception.

Piotr simply shakes his head --but you can seem him repressing a smile. “Play nice, you two. No pranks tomorrow.”

“Aw, babe--”

“Nyet, myshka. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow is celebration, not time for pranks.”

You pout, slump your shoulders, and hang your head. “Okay.”

“Hey! I didn’t agree to this!”

“Fine! Do it without me!”

Piotr chuckles and turns to leave. “Behave, you two.”

“I make no promises!”

You opt to blow a kiss at your boyfriend --and he blows one back, which makes your cheeks flush--then grin at Wade when he’s gone and hold up your fist. “How awesome was that?”

Wade returns your fist bump with an equally devious grin. “So awesome.”

“Five... four... three... two... one!”

People cheer, fireworks go off, and camera lights flash as the world officially rolls over into a New Year.

Piotr grins down at you, holding you to him with one hand and using the other to caress your face. “S noyvm godom, myshka.”

You grin back. “Kiss me, darling.”

He does. Passionately, and longer than he would normally dare in other public displays of affection. When he pulls back, his cheeks are flushed and he looks immensely pleased. “A New Year.”

“A New Year,” you repeat. You grin, then lean up on your toes. “To all it may bring.”

“Da.” He kisses you again, then breaks it with a sigh. “I am on teenager duty tonight, unfortunately.”

“I know.” You feign a yawn and give him a sheepish look. “I’m actually kind of tired...”

He pats your shoulder and kisses the top of your head. “Go rest, myshka. One of us should.”

You press a kiss against his cheek, then head upstairs. Phase One: Complete.

You and Wade had constructed a damn near fool proof plan to sneak you downstairs without your mother hen boyfriend noticing. Wade had paid Russell fifty dollars to light something outside on fire to create a diversion, and he’d text you once it was safe for you to come down.

Within two minutes of skulking around the hall, you hear the loud ‘fwoom’ of one of Russell’s fireballs; mere seconds later, your phone chirps with a text from Wade.

Bro: Silver ballz is outsies. Bring on da booze!!! Get ur ass down here. XD XP

You: Don’t ever call him ‘silver ballz’ again. That’s just gross. And I’m on my way.

You creep back down the hall, listening for any signs of approaching residents. 

Fortunately, almost everyone’s outside, distracted by Russell’s explosion. 

You hop over the railing by the staircase and make an air current to float down to the floor. The backdoor’s open, and you can actually see Piotr outside in defense mode, trying to put out a burning rose bush.

“Psst! Come on! Stop ogling and get down here!” Wade hisses through the barely ajar basement door.

You dart over and slip down the stairs, an excited grin on your face.

Logan and Nathan are already down there, drinks in hand. Neena’s with them as well, along with Peter, Kurt, and Bobby.

“Rogue and Gambit should be joining us later,” Wade says as he joins you at the bottom of the stairs. “In the meantime, let’s get this party started!”

“For once, Wilson, you’ve had a good idea,” Logan growls as he takes a swig from his red solo cup. “Colossus’s kept us from having adult New Years for a while now.”

“Yeah, well, the world’s largest Silver Bullet ain’t got nothin’ on me!” Wade pulls out a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “First shot of the night goes to Princess here, since it’s her first time.”

“Oh, everyone, you know what that means,” Neena says with a grin.

You frown as the others refill their cups. “What does it mean?”

“Everyone downs a drink once you take your first shot,” Bobby says as he blows on his cup to cool it down.

You blink, then eye your shot glass suspiciously. “That sounds... dubious.”

“Don’t worry, that’s just your inner Piotr talking.” Wade holds out the shot glass to you. “He’ll shut up after the second or third shot.” When you hesitate, his face softens. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You eye the glass in his hand, then shrug. “Hashtag YOLO.” You pick up the glass, lift it to your lips, then tilt your head back and down the shot in a few swallows, just like you’ve seen in the movies.

Well, almost like you’ve seen in the movies. It takes a couple tries for you to swallow it all down, and you cough once the glass is empty. “Oh my gosh. That burns.”

Wade cheers and claps his hands. “Well done! Considerably less flailing than I was expecting. All right, everyone else, she’s done it; bottoms up!”

You watch, stunned as the other adults drain their cups --cups, not shot glasses--in long, easy swallows. Your mind already feels a little hazy, but you still can’t fathom drinking this stuff that easily.

Nathan finishes first with a growl. “Keep it coming, Wade. It’s been a hell of a year.”

A couple hours in and you’re feeling great. The shots just get easier and easier to take the more you drink, and each shot you take has you feeling more and more relaxed.

Beer, however, tastes like piss; you have no idea how Nate and Logan stomach the stuff.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Nathan says with a crooked grin after he lets you trip a sip of his drink; his cheeks are flushed --apparently, he can drunk, just not as fast as you.

“An’ you keep callin’ Wade the s-su-stupid one.” You giggle and rock back in your chair, almost knocking it over. “You’re the one wi’ the stupid hair, ‘fter all.”

“My hair... is not stupid,” Nathan grumbles, pointing a finger at you.

“Maybe not, but Wade doesn’ have any, which jus’ leave you.”

“She’s got a point,” Logan says with a chuckle as he watches Domino destroy Bobby, Kurt, and Peter at beer pong. “The default answer is you.”

Nathan flips him off.

You laugh again, flopping around in your seat. You feel amazing. Normally, there’s always an underlying current of stress and worry, but right now it’s gone. You feel completely relaxed, without a care in your mind.

Your ‘Piotr’ voice --it’s not gone, just really hard to hear right now--is saying something about it being fake and one of the addictive side effects of alcohol, but you’re too busy taking another shot to focus on the actual words.

“Okay, pumpkin!” Wade lifts the shot glass out of your hand. “That’s the cut off point for you. You’ve had seven, and I’m not trying to give you alcohol poisoning.”

You pout at him. “I was havin’ fun! The fuck?”

“You can have it back in a couple hours, once you’ve guzzled some water, peed, and eaten something. The bathroom’s right behind you. I suggest you go there, because pissing your pants isn’t as fun as it sounds. Believe me, I would know.”

You blink owlishly at him. “Huh?”

“Maybe you should cut her off for the night,” Logan suggests. “She’s clearly a lightweight.”

You can’t really process what they’re saying. You’re too busy rubbing your hands all over your face. “I can’t feel my face,” You sing. “She tol’ me... don’ worry... ‘bout it!” You slap yourself across the face --it takes a couple tries, but you manage--and gasp when no sting of pain follows. “Holy shit! I don’ feel pain anymore!”

Wade laughs hysterically as he holds your hands away from your face. “I wish I had a camera! This is fucking priceless! Y/N, you’re completely toasted!”

You open your mouth to say something, but there’s a loud banging noise that distracts you. You loll your head back and try to see what’s going on.

Piotr tromps down the stairs in his human mode, fists clenched at his side. His blue eyes are wide with fury, and his mouth his clenched shut. He stops at the bottom of the stairs and glares down the room. “What is going on?”

“Shit,” Wade mutters under his breath. He forces a grin and stands, partially hiding you from view. “Colossus! Buddy! Welcome to the party!”

“Enough. Where is Y/N?”

You gasp once your brain catches up with your eyes. “Oh! Piotr’s here!” You smile --because you’re genuinely happy to see him, even though you’re too drunk to think right now--when his gaze snaps to you. “Hi, baby! How’s it goin’?”

He relaxes, just a little. “You’re going to bed. Now.”

You nod, happy to along with whatever he says. “Okay.” You manage to get out of your chair, but start falling over as soon as you try to walk.

Piotr darts forward and catches you, clutching you against his chest to keep you from toppling over.

You nuzzle your face against his chest, marveling at how soft his shirt is. You can’t really hear what he’s saying to the others, but you can feel the resonance of his voice in his chest. It tickles your face, and you let out a soft giggle as you wrap your arms around his waist. “You’re all buzzy.”

Piotr sighs and pats your back. “Come on, lyublyu. To bed with you.” He places his hands under your shoulders and tenses. “I’m going to carry you, okay?”

“Right.” You gasp when he lifts you --then groan when the room spins. “Oh shit. Everything’s sideways.”

Piotr tucks you against his chest and walks towards the stairs. “Close your eyes. Just let me take care of you.”

The trek to his room is mercifully short --though that might have to do with your passing out halfway through. Your eyes pop open when he sets you on his bed. “Huh? Where am I?”

“In bed.” He kisses your forehead. “Stay here. I’ll get you one of my shirts.”

You whine as he walks away. “No! Don’ leave me!”

“I’m just right here, at the closet. You can still see me.”

“But you’re so far ‘way!” You sob into the bed. “‘m all alone.”

“No, you’re not,” he says as he kneels in front of you. “I’m right here.”

You gasp. “You’re back! You were gone f’rever!”

He kisses your temple and wipes the tears off your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ll be faster next time.” He sits you up and starts peeling you out of your clothes.

“Bow chika wow wow,” You mumble as he strips you out of your jeans. You start singing the intro to ‘Careless Whisper,’ but give up about halfway through. “Pete?”

“Da, dorogaya moya?”

“I think ‘m drunk.”

Last night, you felt great.

This morning, you abso-fucking-lutely do not.

Your head feels like someone’s driving an ice pick into it. Your body aches, and your stomach feels like it’s about to commit mutiny.

And you’re tired. You feel like you got hit by an insomnia train.

Piotr’s hand rubs up and down your back in soothing circles. “How are you feeling, myshka?”

You bury your face into your pillow to try and block out the light streaming through the windows. “Oh God. I think I’m gonna die!”

His lips press against your shoulder. “You’re hungover. Wade said you had seven vodka shots last night.”

“I didn’t mean to! Holy shit, this sucks! Why didn’t Wade tell me about this? I’m gonna murder him!”

“Later, dorogoy. Try to focus on getting rest for now.”

You would, but at that moment your stomach decides to launch its mutiny into motion. You lurch out of bed and bolt for the bathroom, diving for the toilet as the first round of stomach contractions start.

You’re not sure how long you spend vomiting into the porcelain bowl, but when you finally get a reprieve you realize Piotr’s sitting next to you, holding your hair back. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural reaction for hangover.”

“No --well, yeah, but not what I was talking about. I’m sorry that I went to the party behind your back, and I’m sorry I drank alcohol when I wasn’t supposed to. I’m sorry I broke the rules.”

He rubs your back with his free hand. “We’ll talk about it when you’re better --but you are very much forgiven.”

Once your body settles, he leaves your side to turn the shower on.

You grimace at the sound of the water pelting the shower floor. “That’s so loud! Turn it off!”

 “Sorry, dorogoy, but you’ll feel better after shower.” He helps you out of your pajamas --then strips down and joins you.

Normally, you’d be delighted by that, but right now you’re entirely consumed by how shitty you’re feeling. All you can really do is stand under the spray of the water and squeeze your eyes shut to try and block out the pain.

Fortunately, you don’t have to do more than that. Piotr’s in full ‘mother hen boyfriend’ mode right now, determined to help you survive your first ever hangover. He gently washes --and conditions--your hair and lathers your body in soap with such nurturing tenderness that you don’t even get turned on from having your boyfriend literally rub you from head to toe.

That, and you feel like shit. Actually, it might be more of the latter than the former.

Once you’re all rinsed, Piotr turns the water off and dries both of you off before helping you into a fresh set of pajamas. Then, in a gesture of ultimate chivalry, he carries you the ten foot distance back to the bed and tucks you in. “I’m going to make you some breakfast. Rest in meantime.”

You groan. “No. No food.”

“Your body needs food to help process alcohol out of system. Trust me, da? I have been hungover before. I know what helps.”

You snort, which makes your headache worse, but you can’t help it. “You? Hungover? Likely story.”

“I had rebellious phase!” He sounds indignant. “I was not always like I am now.”

“Sure, babe.” You manage to find his hand and pat it. “What, did you jaywalk instead of using the crosswalks like a law-abiding citizen?”

He huffs and kisses your temple. “Very funny, myshka. Get some rest while I make food.”

You’re out before he closes the door.

Nearly an hour later and he’s back, gently rousing you from sleep and helping you sit up.

“Breakfast in bed? What sort of alternate universe is this?” You grumble, feeling somewhat better after a nap.

“Special circumstance.” He sets up a tray table next to his bed, then sets a bottle of water and a couple ibuprofen pills on the table. “Take these and drink some water. I’ll be back in few minutes.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, you realize your mouth is bone dry. You take the pain pills and guzzle half the bottle, but your mouth wicks all the water away like one of those miracle drying rags Wade keeps buying off the infomercial channels.

Speaking of Wade, he’s walking into the room. “You okay?”

You glare at him as you gulp from the water bottle. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.”

“Figured. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about the hangover. I don’t get hungover anymore; I didn’t even think about it.” He sets an orange prescription bottle on the tray table. “But I brought a peace offering. Prescription painkillers. Best shit you can get.”

“Absolutely not.” Piotr storms into the room, sets the plate he’d been carrying for you on his desk, and yanks Wade away from you. “You’ve done enough damage already.”

“Piotr, calm down!” You exclaim, wincing at how loud your voice is. Quieter, you add, “He’s just trying to be nice.”

“By offering you stolen prescription. After getting you overly intoxicated.”

“They’re mine!” Wade insists as he flails in Piotr’s grip. “Legal and all that shit! I still have cancer, asshole. They prescribe painkillers to help with that.”

Piotr picks up the bottle, then sets Wade down after reading the label. “I am sorry. I should not have assumed. But you still got Y/N drunk --after you were told to not bring alcohol in for New Year’s. And you bribed Russell.”

“Look, babe, he wanted to introduce me to alcohol safely.”

“By breaking rules, causing damage, and lying.”

“By doing it in a safe place, with people who know me and know how alcohol effects the body, and where we had access to a doctor if things went super sideways. He didn’t take me to a bar, he didn’t force me to drink anything, and he cut me off before I got too out of control. I think he deserves some credit for that.”

Piotr mulls it over, then sighs. “Your intentions were... good, Wade. Even if your techniques were... misguided.”

“Thank you.”

“You still have to answer for your actions. You broke many rules last night, and bribing Russell to cause damage to property is unacceptable. He or any number of others could have been seriously hurt.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Wade waves his hand dismissively before plucking his bottle of painkillers out of your boyfriend’s hand. “I’m going now. Before you get too far into lecture mode.”

Piotr glares after him, then shakes his head and retrieves the plate from his desk. “Sorry about that, moya lyubov’.”

“It’s okay.” You gratefully accept the plate --you’re hungry now, ravenous beyond belief.

The plate is loaded with all your favorites --including a small stack of golden, perfectly fluffy chocolate chip pancakes.

Piotr kisses the top of your head as you dig in. “I will be right back. Do you want more water?”

“Yes, please.”

He returns a few minutes later, water bottle tucked under his arm and two glasses in hand. One is filled with an orange liquid and almost looks appetizing; the other...

“Is that... pickle juice?” You grimace when you give the contents of the glass a precursory sniff. “Why? Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“Salt will help your body. Take sips. Don’t try to drink it all at once.”

You take a sip --and it’s a disgustingly salty and sour--and eye the other glass with suspicion. “Do I even want to know what that is?”

Piotr holds it out to you. “It is Russian hangover cure. I think you will like this better.”

You sniff the contents --it smells decidedly better, just barely not like orange juice--and take a sip. “Oh! I like that!” You down the glass easily and set it on the table as you smack your lips. “Can I have more of that?”

“Maybe later, if you still need it. Try to keep eating.”

You manage, growing more subdued and sleepier as you fill your belly. Eventually, Piotr says you’ve eaten enough --and drank enough of the pickle juice, which is still gross--and lets you flop back down on the bed.

He pulls the blankets up around your shoulders and smooths your hair away from your face as you settle back in. “I will check on you later. Rest well, myshka.”

You wake up several hours later, feeling considerably less fucked over. Your head no longer feels like it’s being scooped out by a melon baller, and your stomach is considerably less grumpy. You manage to get yourself upright and pad out of Piotr’s room on shaky legs.

The mansion is practically silent as you wander through the large halls. Most of the mutants visit their families during Christmas and New Year’s, meaning that there’s no one to run into while you search for your boyfriend.

Which is probably for the best. You can walk, but you definitely don’t feel human enough for conversation.

It takes a while, but you manage to track him down; he’s outside, in full on defense mode, watching Nathan, Neena, Logan, Kurt, Wade, Peter, and Bobby clean up the remains from Russell’s bush burning.

Scott’s also there, supervising, which briefly makes you hesitate; you ultimately decide that you want your boyfriend, so you jam your boots onto your feet and brave the cold and snow.

The sunlight hurts your head, and you tromp towards Piotr as quickly as you can.

He starts slightly when you wrap your arms around his waist --considerably harder than usual since he’s in defense mode--and turns around with a concerned frown on his face. “Y/N? You should be inside.”

“I wanted to come find you,” You mumble as you press your face into his coat to block out the piercing sunlight.

He makes sure Scott is good to go, then scoops you into his arms and carries you inside. Before you can think of anything to say, you’re back in his room and in bed again with the blankets tucked over your legs.

He hands you the water bottle as you prop yourself into a sitting position. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. My head still hurts, though.”

He kisses your forehead, almost like a parent kissing their child’s scraped knee. “Do you want some more painkillers?”

“Later. I saw that you had the guys and Neena doing due penance. Why didn’t you have me out there, too? I was part of last night.”

Piotr takes one of your hands in his and kisses your knuckles. “Scott and I talked it over with the Professor. We decided better ‘penance’ would be to have you take course on alcohol safety.”

You frown. “Scott agreed to that?”

“Eventually. Wade made very compelling case for you this morning. He said you had no experience with alcohol previously, and that you had no basis to know why New Year’s rule was in place to begin with.”

You make a mental note to thank Wade later.

“The Professor and I agreed --and Scott added the safety course, which is not that unreasonable, I think.”

“It’s not,” You admit. “But I might bitch about it anyway.”

“And I will be there to pat your hand and remind you that it is due consequence of your choices.”

“Like the wonderful boyfriend you are. Pampering me and keeping me grounded.” You smile softly. “I like to think you bring out the best in me, Pete.”

He smiles back and kisses you gently. “I like to think you bring out best in me, Y/N.”

Despite the pounding in your head and the knowledge that you’re going to have to take a pain the ass course eventually, you melt into the kiss.

There’s no place you’d rather be.

[denisehq]

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?

WHO: Tobias Berry / Noah Puckerman ( @puckmanhq​ ) / Aliyah Puckerman ( @alipucks​ ) LOCATION:  Toby and Aliyah’s place DATE & TIME: June 28, 2019, 1 AM  - June 28, 2019, 8:30 AM SUMMARY: Puck visits Aliyah at her apartment to clear his head and get away from IHQ, but ends up spending the night with Toby instead.  WARNINGS: Excessive drinking and non-descriptive nudity

1 AM

Well, shit. Puck thought as his sister walked off to her room, her middle fingers the last thing he saw before she completely disappeared. “Fucking charming.” Ha, I got the last word. Less than a second later the sound of an opening door before, “Fucking dumbass.” One final door close and now it was painfully quiet. Puck started bouncing his knee, looking around like he’d never seen the inside of an apartment before. See, now he was just chillin’ in the room with Tobias and honestly, he’d never really hung out with him, even though he was technically family, as Joey’s uncle. Guess they just didn’t have that much in common. Probably should have got the fuck up and taken his tipsy ass home but he really couldn’t be bothered. So instead he looked over at Toby. “Beer or tequila?” He asked as he poured himself a shot, ready to pour another.

“Fuckin’ traitor,” Tobias mumbled. How could Aliyah leave him right now? They weren’t even halfway through their movie. It’s not like it was-- Tobias checked his phone. “Shit,” he exhaled gently. “It’s later than I thought it was.” Which, if that was the case, why the hell did Aliyah let Puck inside in the first place? Tobias rubbed his eyes, still red from the makeshift hotbox in the bathroom earlier, and dismissed his own question with a shrug. Nope. Practical thought just didn’t exist when it was past midnight and you were still high as fuck. Tobias slowly turned his head towards Puck, interest finally piqued by his presence and the classical conditioning of the promise of alcohol. “Well, shit. If you’re pouring, then whatever cost the most.”

"Tequila it fucking is then." Pouring a second shot he handed it to his unlikely drunking buddy and riased his own glass. "To whatever the fuck this night's gonna be." Clinking his glass against Toby's, Puck did the classic frat boy table touch before throwing it back. Feeling the familiar burn, he chased it with a swig of beer before pouring himself another one. Already feeling the temperature rising which caused him to pull at the collar of his tank before leaning forward to place his beer on the coffee table. Looking at the screen he couldn't even remember what they were watching. "Dude, you look high enough to hear colors right now." He said as he took off his hat, because really was it 78 degrees in here? "And what the fuck is this movie?" He asked handing the younger man another shot.

With an exaggerated wince, teeth bared and all, Tobias placed the glass down. His technique was amateur, greedy even. But thankfully he didn’t have to smell and savor the damn thing. He just had to throw it back and accept that clear liquor was a foul ass invention. He drew a line with his eyes from the bottle to his empty drink, and gave Puck his best DJ Khaled impression. “Another one.” Condensation was already pooling around the base of their shot glasses, and the coasters they should have been using were sitting in a neat pile off to the side. Tobias exhaled warmly, shrugging off his signature denim jacket, before running a hand through his hair. Toby and Aliyah’s AC had been fucked for about a week now. The superintendent was taking his sweet ass time (as usual) in fixing it. Tobias hit at his sternum with a weak fist to break up the burn. “Oh, that?” He pointed at the screen. “It’s that one movie where that dude’s chest gets caved in and bites this other guy’s hands off?” Tobias started giggling. “It’s real great when you’re high,” he sang. “A classic.” Tobias’ cat, Mercutio weaved around Puck’s legs, purring happily. “He likes dudes,” Tobias spoke earnestly, before snatching up the bottle of tequila from the coffee table. “I’m pretty sure he’s gay.” He took a gulp. Or two. Or three. “It’s so fucking hot. Are you hot?” Toby handed the bottle back over to Puck. “I’m hot as hell.” He wiped at his forehead with his arm. “You can stay and roast but--” he pulled his shirt over his head “--I’m not trying to die in my own apartment.”

Raising an eyebrow at the description of the movie they'd been watching, Puck shouldn't have been surprised. Aliyah was definitely into some weird shit and somehow she was pulling that off in a cool way and honestly Puck had never been more proud of a sibling. Looking at Toby, he assessed him, trying to decide if he was cool or not. On the one hand he quoted DJ Khaled and couldn't take a shot of tequila with looking like someone was feeding him fire. On the other hand, he quoted DJ Khaled and took a shot like he was eating fire. So, unclear where he was on the Noah Puckerman dope-o-meter. "You and my sister really found each other." Standing up for no apparent reason just to immediately sit back down, it was definitely approaching 'fuck it' levels of intoxicated, which is where any potential impulse control peace-ed the absolute fuck out. Looking down at the cat, Puck smirked, "Don't blame 'im, I'm fucking hot. Good taste, bro." And then he tried to bro fist the cat and Puck could swear he could hear the thank god you're pretty coming from the little dude. Hearing that it wasn't just him burning the fuck up made him want to facetime his brothers just to flip them off, because fuck you guys clothes are dumb when you're drunk. Standing up, and this time with purpose, Puck pulled out his phone because obviously his magic mike ass needed music for this moment. Turning up his phone after picking Hot In Here by Nelly, he removed his tank in a very aesthetically pleasing and manly way. Alright, so what really happened was, his drunk ass picked Metro Station's Shake It and as he went to take off his tank with one hand it got stuck and ripped and he just kind of through it to the ground and then he winked like a jackass. "Gotta give 'em a show." But who the fuck was he talking to? Oh, right, the gay cat, naturally.

Tobias’ laughter slipped past his teeth and fingers. “Dude, I can totally see why you get so much play. You’re amazing,” he slurred. Tobias’ giggles died down, but the ache in his cheeks remained as the room tilted. “I can almost see why Lucky slept with you.” Toby squinted. “Where are my glasses?” He patted over his face. Sheer force of will would definitely make his vision clearer. “Do you ever think that, like, your eyes are so blue because you’re sad?” Toby cradled his head in his hands,hoping his over-saturated sponge of a brain wouldn’t leak out of his ears. Every blink was heavy, every movement slowed-down to an unbearable rate. “Fuuuuuuuuck. That weed was too strong.” Sweat slid down his back. “I have no idea how--” Tobias undid his belt ”--Aliyah is sleeping through this. I’m about to off myself.”

"Almost?” Puck said momentarily alert. “I’m the most fuckable.” As if to prove himself, he removed his pants, swearing feet weren’t usually this fucking difficult to get through a damn pant hole. Now, he was just standing there in his stripey boxer briefs vaguely gesturing at himself to accentuate his point. Honestly, at this point sounds were muffled and everything sounded kind of far away, maybe that’s why he was hyper focused on the younger man’s mouth. Not that he was secretly a master at lip reading, but when you’re drunk you’re pretty convinced you’re the master of everything. Picking up his phone again he pulled up his camera and started recording before standing stupidly close to Toby and making the camera lens face them, because there was no fucking way he was capable of remembering the invention of the fucking front facing function. Throwing his free arm around the taller man’s shoulders, he pulled him in close before tuning his face toward him. “You ever seen what happens when Ali gets serenaded?” He asked pausing for a moment letting a drunken smile creep on his face and he handed Toby his phone. “I think we oughta find out.” Honestly everything that happened next was..... something that never needs to see the light of day.

What the fuck is going on? Something that sounded a bit like Post Malone’s Sunflower was sounding through her room . As Aliyah hazily rose from her almost slumber, her feet dragged along her floor as she moved, feeling around, refusing to give in and turn on a light. As she was becoming more aware she noticed the song was becoming louder, yet not clearer as she moved closer to her door. Noticing the light shining underneath, she got ready to tell the neighbors to shut up as she opened her door. Unfortunately, the sight she was met with almost alerted her into a fucking heart attack.

Stood before her was her dumbass clearly drunk brother in the worst striped underwear she’d ever seen. When he saw her he began singing Wind Beneath My Wings. Peaking her head out more she wondered, how the fuck is Toby sleeping through this? Why the fuck is my loudest brother still here? and last but certainly not least, since when could he legit sing?

“Sing another word and I’ll make sure you’re left with a face only good enough for radio.” Suddenly she noticed more movement. “Fucking move.” She said and to his credit he did move, even if he hadn’t stopped singing.

Immediately upon seeing her actual favorite person, in a state of undress she fucking knew, he was drunk too. “Oh Toto, no, not you too. Fucking betrayed, dude, not cool.” Honestly, how was she supposed to control Puck in this state he was literally bouncing around like a 90′s rubber ball and apparently had been a hype man for Toby who was shamelessly smiling at him like this shit was normal and they weren’t drunk.

“Just havin’ a blasty blast, Al, and the AC doesn’t exsit and–” Then he just started moving. Was he holding a phone? Was it recording.

Walking over to her best friend she plucked it out of his hand and was kind of pleased it was, A) Puck’s phone and B) recording. Quickly she stopped the video so she could send it to herself before hitting record and handing it back to Toby. “Good Boy.”

Suddenly there was a woosh of fabric flying by her face, landing on Toby’s foot which he just laughed at and Aliyah without taking a proper look at what had been thrown turned around and was met with a fully nude Puck singling Sweet Child Of Mine while living his best nude air guitar life. With the quickest turn around ever, she ran to Toby and used him to balance herself as she pulled one of her socks off and throwing it at Puck. “I’m gonna kill you both and I’m keeping this.” She said snatching Puck’s phone out of Toby’s hand.

“You’re a fucking buzzkill anyone ever tell you that?” Puck said way too damn loud, at least he wasn’t singing anymore. Turning to look at Toby as she heard him snort she saw he was pointing at Puck, smiling, “He’s got a sock on his thingy.” Thank fuck it’s covered, was all Aliyah could think. Somehow they ended up on the same side of the room as she was poking around on Puck’s phone and before she knew it she looked over and it looked like they’d tripped over each other and just… fallen asleep. Taking a picture of their already drooling selves with her own phone, she sent it to Toby with the message; this is why I rebuke heathens from our lives. Then to Puck with a slightly more serious message; stop drinking, you’re someone’s father.

After sending out a few way too forward texts and taking over his twitter and insta, she threw the phone at him and watched as it hit his leg. Exhaling she went over to the fridge and took out their half gone bottle of Orange Juice and drank the rest, because she knew that shit was like the base of Puck’s cure to a hangover. Leaving a charming note saying, ‘FUCK YOU.’ on it. Looking at the time she was ten kinds of pissed and ended up leaving the room the same way she had two hours ago. Middle fingers up as she disappeared back into her bedroom. “Assholes”

8:30 AM

Pulling a mess of curls back into a messy bun, Aliyah had been staring at the rather amusing sight of a blanket covered, naked, hardcore cuddling Puck and Toby. "Oh that's totally on what the fuck, bingo." She said to herself as she got her phone out to take about 15 different pictures. Seriously contemplating posting a couple on insta. Making a mental note to create the WTF?! bingo card for real, Aliyah watched as her best friend stirred to life. 

Tobias whined, refusing to open his eyes. “Why are there such things as hangovers,” he spoke groggily. His cheek was stuck to warm skin, a slow heartbeat making a tender home inside his ear. He was too comfortable to move, but Mercutio’s timid cries were annoying as fuck. “And why does my mouth taste like literal ass?” Finally lifting up, Puck’s heavy arm slid from around his form. Toby’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Suddenly launching himself into space seemed like the best out, but then he spotted Aliyah, standing smugly in front of the couch. “I… this isn’t what it looks like.” His voice was thick with sleep (and hopefully nothing else). “Pretty sure there’s a valid explanation for...” Tobias examined the crime scene. His and Puck’s clothes were strewn about the floor and the entire bottle of Tequila from last night was empty. He wiped the drool he left on Puck’s chest, nausea bubbling in the pit of his stomach. No matter what Toby said, he didn’t know what happened, and that meant there was a lingering possibility that Puck’s dick had been in or around his mouth. Or worse. “Please don’t tell anyone, Al.” 

As he looked at her, Aliyah raised an eyebrow, listening to his pleas and getting way too much of a power trip out of it. “You know I don’t talk to people.” Grabbing her thermos of espresso she bent down to flick Puck’s nose until he opened his eyes. “I’m going to work.” Then she was gone. 

Smacking the hand away from his face, Puck slowly opened his eyes, and all he could really see was a combat boots moving further away. Shit, the IHQ pride games or whatever is today. He thought to himself, not even noticing the second body lying with him, he sat up ready to get up before he finally realized there was a whole ass person on him and out of instinct he caught them around the waist. Just like that he could feel them breathing, his sight was clearing up and soon the dark head of hair and skinny frame were starting to form a face in his mind. “Fuck.” Moving Toby off of him, he stood up, some discomfort in the Puckzilla region. Looking down he noticed all the clothes strewn everywhere and the cause of his dickcomfort (if you will). “Why’s there a sock on my dick?” Adjusting it he looked for his underwear. “Why the fuck is it so scratchy?”