#and he’s such a lightweight and doesn’t know his limits

[swampthingking]

can’t study for my test because i’m having brain rot about neil accidentally getting super drunk and stumbling up to aaron like “andrew???” and aaron is like “wrong one” and neil is like “andrew.” and aaron is like “???? are you stupid” and neil goes to look for andrew but he stumbles into the table, and aaron has to catch him or he will get trampled for fucks sake, and neil just collapses into him in a drunk cuddly heap. and aaron is like “neil. you need to stand up” and neil is like “i am” and aaron is like “that’s because i’m holding you up” and they get neil to stand but neil kinda just flops into aaron’s arms again. and neil is like “i don’t hate you, i don’t, but it’s okay if you hate me” and aaron is like “ugh, ew are you really an emotional drunk???” and neil, to aaron’s horror, looks at him with tears in his eyes because you know when you’re too drunk and you kind of just get a little scared and you need help???? ya. and aaron is like … ok. and kinda holds neil until andrew comes back from the bar with more drinks. and he sees neil basically asleep on aaron’s shoulder, and aaron looking uncomfortable but accepting, so he kinda raises an eyebrow, an okay? and aaron nods and is just patting neil on his back

and tomorrow they’ll wake up and neil will toddle downstairs with his hand against his temple and aaron will have advil ready for him, and he’ll say “you’re annoying and you don’t know when to shut your mouth or mind your own business, but i don’t hate you” and the thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for staying goes unsaid but yeah

and that’s how aaron and neil became kind of friends

edit: vomited out a one shot for y’all (this will prob become a 5+1)

Aaron swirled his drink a few times, listening to the ice clacking against the glass.

Eden’s was packed tonight, courtesy of it being the end of the school year. College students and the regular patrons flocked to the bar, the dance floor, and all of the tables, leaving Aaron to reserve a high-top table, and his legs to dangle from the stool.

“Drew?”

Aaron ignored him in favor of the twinkling sound the ice makes in his glass. He’d already taken shots, danced, had another drink, danced again, and now Aaron’s body was heavy with alcohol and exhaustion.

“Drew,” Neil said again.

Aaron looked around their table and didn’t see Andrew. He remembered Andrew getting up and walking to the bar with their empty tray. Aaron found him a few seconds later, hands in his pockets at the bar. That and Neil, staring up at him, looking uneasy.

Before Aaron could tell Neil to get out of his face, Neil was speaking.

“Are you’nt having fun?” Neil frowned, blinking sleepy, hooded eyes at him. He leaned closer to study Aaron’s face.

“What are you doing?” Aaron grumbled, pushing Neil’s face away.

Aaron hadn’t even pushed him hard, he more removed Neil from his space rather than pushed him, but Neil wobbled like his world had tilted out of orbit. Aaron realized, quickly, that Neil was going to fall backwards. He grabbed two fistfuls of Neil’s shirt and pulled him forwards. Neil’s head lulled on his shoulders with the force, his chin hitting his chest then righting itself.

Aaron’s stomach lurched, sick with the thought that someone had put something in one of Neil’s drinks, as he would for anyone, but thankfully he’s never been put in that situation. Neil’s eyes were hooded, his face flushed. Aaron snapped once at Neil’s ear, and Neil recoiled immediately.

“Does your head hurt or anything?” Aaron asked. Neil shook his head, frowning.

“Are you dizzy? Follow my finger.” Aaron pushes Neil back so he can see his face, keeping one hand on Neil’s shoulder to hold him up. Neil follows Aaron’s finger as it moves back and forth, albeit a little labored, but not as if he’d been roofied. Aaron declares that Neil’s reaction times and responses are fine, but he still pulls the front of his shirt up and checks his belt, the button of his pants.

“What—?” Neil slapped a hand on his abdomen, stopping his shirt from being lifted any higher. Aaron didn’t need to see anything but his pants, but it was reassuring that Neil still had inhibitions.

His clothes were fine. His belt was still done, zipper up. No one had tried anything. Aaron relaxed.

“Sorry,” Aaron said. “Sorry, I just needed to…”

While racking his mind back to why Neil is this drunk, Aaron remembered Neil taking shots with Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Four shots. He’d seen Neil sip on another drink like the idiot had the tolerance for alcohol that the rest of them had.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Aaron said and released Neil. Neil attempted to step back, his hands raised in surrender.

“No?” Neil asked warily. Even drunk as fuck, he still respected boundaries. Andrew’s boundaries specifically, as it still hadn’t registered that he wasn’t talking to the right twin.

“I’m not Andrew,” Aaron said.

“Where’s Andrew?” Neil asked, turning his head pathetically in search. Aaron only had a good view of Andrew because they were seated at a high-top. Over the throng of taller people coupled with strobing lights, Neil’s view was obstructed.

“At the bar,” Aaron nodded in that direction.

Neil turned towards the bar. Well, he attempted to. He pivoted, lost his balance, and toppled into the table. He tried to right himself and started to fall to the other side. Aaron caught Neil before he could bust his shit and get trampled.

“Jesus Christ, Josten,” Aaron spat, righting Neil with hands on his biceps. Neil slapped a hand on the table and leaned his weight on it. The table quaked under such abuse, but held.

Neil turned slowly, grappling against the table as if he was standing in one of those spinning fair rides. In his excursion to simply spin 180°, his hand slipped off the edge of the table as he faced Aaron once again. He reached for the table, missed, reached for it again, missed, said, “Motherfucker,” under his breath, and finally gripped onto the edge. His eyes locked on Aaron’s again, and Neil’s useless hand landed on Aaron’s shoulder.

“Andrew,” Neil said. Aaron didn’t know if it was more a request or if it was just not registering.

“Wrong,” Aaron said, tense under Neil’s hand, but he didn’t push him off. He’d rather hold Neil up than peel him off the floor. “Aaron.”

“‘m very drunk,” Neil said, looking up pleadingly at Aaron as if he had a magical cure to shitfacedness, and all Neil had to do for it was look a little scared. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Aaron asked.

“I’m drunk.”

Aaron snorted. “That’s kind of the point when you’re at a bar.”

“But,” Neil said, taking a labored breath, “I’m…too drunk.”

This was beginning to feel exceedingly similar to speaking to a child. Aaron was annoyed, but not completely heartless, unlike the narrative of Aaron Neil had likely concocted. “It’s okay, Neil,” Aaron said. “You should sit down.”

Neil promptly sat as if there was a chair under him, but there was not. Aaron, still holding Neil vertical, got pulled out of his chair with the momentum. To avoid toppling to the ground—which did not get mopped as often as it should—Aaron planted his feet on the floor and hauled Neil up by his armpits.

“Help,” Neil murmured. His arms dropped to his sides as he yielded his dead weight to Aaron.

“Stand up,” Aaron grunted, readjusting to wrap an arm around Neil’s back. One of Neil’s arms flopped over Aaron’s shoulder.

“I am,” Neil complained.

“No, you are not.”

“I am.”

“Neil,” Aaron said through clenched teeth, “I am holding you up. You need to lock your knees.”

“Oh,” Neil said. He looked at his feet as if he needed to check they were on the ground.

To be fair, Neil did lock his knees, but he also leaned all of his upper body on Aaron, arms still hanging limply at his sides. He tucked his head into Aaron’s neck with, what seemed, every intention to make a home there for the night.

“Neil,” Aaron said, frozen against the hair tickling his cheek. “God dammit.”

“And…ron,” Neil spoke against his shoulder.

“Yes,” Aaron said sarcastically. “That’s me.”

“Can I j’stay here?” Neil slurred.

From what Aaron had seen of Neil’s dynamic with his brother, he knew Neil would get off if he said no. He could place Neil into a stool or pull up a chair with a back so he wouldn’t fall out and concuss himself. He could shove Neil off and make him fend for himself. He could pawn him off to Andrew.

At the moment, those other options seemed like far too much work.

That, or maybe it was the med student in him, the intrinsic urge to heal and help and nurture that smarted at the thought of pushing Neil off.

Aaron didn’t push him off when Neil readjusted and tucked an arm into his chest, the other gripping Aaron for stability. He didn’t when Neil asked again, a quiet, “Aaron.”

“Okay,” Aaron conceded. He rubbed a hand up and down Neil’s back placatingly, but also because Neil seemed like he needed it. And he came to Aaron for it. Well, he came to Andrew and got Aaron. But he didn’t push Aaron off, and Aaron hasn’t done the same.

And they just…stood like that. For what seemed like a long time, but it probably was only a few minutes before Neil spoke again.

“Aaron,” Neil said.

Aaron hummed in response.

“I don’ hate you.”

“What?” Aaron asked. “What the fuck are you talking about, Neil?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“What?” Aaron said again.

“I don’wanna fight.” Neil lets out a colossal breath.

“We haven’t fought in a long time,” Aaron says, his idea of agreement. Acceptance.

Neil was quiet, because it was true. Neil seemed content to lay in Aaron’s arms, and Aaron didn’t have another stool next to him. He sure as shit wasn’t giving his up for Neil, but Neil was genuinely so unsteady on his feet that Aaron couldn’t let him go.

He trembled a bit, and Aaron was almost amused that after everything Neil had been through, being a little too drunk is what finally did it for him.

But Aaron had felt that way before. Inebriated and scared in a crowded room of strangers. Neil, however, has people he knows. How can Aaron be upset at Neil for wanting the comfort that he also craved? How can he be upset that Neil feels safe enough with Andrew to ask for help? That his brother finally feels safe with someone too?

“Aaron,” Neil said.

“What,” Aaron said.

“It’s okay if you hate me.”

“Oh God,” Aaron groaned, “Ew. Are you really an emotional drunk?”

Neil pulled back and, to Aaron’s horror, there were actual tears in his eyes. His lip trembled as he bit it, holding the tears in. Aaron hated how much of himself he was seeing in Neil tonight. The harrowing fact that maybe they are quite similar.

“Oh God,” Aaron said again, mortified. He grabbed the back of Neil’s head and shoved it back into his shoulder, effectively hiding Neil’s teary face.

He cast a desperate look to Andrew, who was finally on his way back to the table. He patted Neil on the shoulder, like one would burp a baby when they have no idea how to do so.

“Andrew.”

Andrew didn’t need prompting to look. His eyes were trained on Neil and Aaron from the moment he turned around. By the nonchalance of his movements and his lack of alarm, Aaron guessed he had been watching their interaction.

Andrew set the tray down on the table and cast a significant look between them, settling on Neil’s intoxicated form keeled over on Aaron’s shoulder.

Andrew raises one eyebrow, a silent question, an okay?

Aaron finds himself nodding, and unsure why. All he knows right now, a few drinks in, is that he doesn’t hate this. And he doesn’t hate that Neil doesn’t hate him.

-

The smell of coffee set Neil’s feet moving like a Pavlovian response. He was half awake already with a pounding headache, like his eyeballs were beating his closed lids to death.

Neil toddles down the stairs with his eyes closed, a hand pressed hard to his temple, stabilizing his brain.

Aaron was standing at the counter already, facing the sputtering coffee pot. His arms were crossed, hair ruffled from sleep. At the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned.

The memories from last night played past Neil’s mind like a sped-up movie. He grimaced in embarrassment, and felt a little sick at how drunk he was. How stupid he was, to drink that much. He should have known his tolerance isn’t matched with the rest of them. He could have gotten hurt, could have said something—

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Neil said, covering his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He turned back to the coffee, though his posture was rigid.

Neil grabbed a glass of water. He noticed Aaron watching from the corner of his eye, but Neil chose to ignore him, figuring that’s best. He sat on the counter with his water, sipping it slowly while he and Aaron waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

The silence was thick, but they were both too stubborn to leave the kitchen. Usually, they preferred to wait and pretend the other wasn’t there.

That’s what Neil thought, at least. After a painful few minutes, Aaron huffed and grabbed the bottle of Advil from the drawer next to the sink. He shook two pills out and sat them next to Neil.

Neil stared at them until Aaron cast a pointed look at the pills, then physically gestured to them with raised brows. Neil took them while Aaron watched.

The coffee pot beeped. Aaron made a split second decision, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into them. He slid Neil’s across the counter. It sloshed over the side, but Aaron wasn’t capable of caring at the moment. His mind was busy, and he knew Neil had noticed his lack of eye contact; the analytical fuck.

“Look,” Aaron said. He did not look at Neil to say it. “You’re annoying, and you never know when to shut your mouth or mind your business. Most of the time, I’m convinced you have a death wish, and a lot of the time I find myself resenting you. You complicated our lives, put us all in danger, didn’t give a shit.”

Neil’s chest hurt. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt. Aaron started talking again before he could figure it out.

“But I don’t hate you. I can’t, really. I can’t even fault you for the shitty things you did, because it all worked out.” Aaron glanced quickly at Neil, looked away. His cheeks were red.

The thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for being good to Andrew went unsaid, but Aaron hoped Neil wasn’t obtuse enough to force him to say it out loud.

Neil must have understood, because he nodded. Aaron figured that was as close to a reconciliation they were going to have, so he leaned against the counter and pretended everything was normal.

For the first time, they drank their coffee in silence without animosity orchestrating it.

Neil’s mug was half empty when Andrew joined them. He paused in the doorway, squinty eyed and mussed, looking between the two. Neil on the counter, Aaron leaning against it. Their silence, but lack of tension.

“This is weird,” Andrew finally said, his voice gravely from sleep.

“Yeah,” Neil and Aaron said simultaneously.

Neil glanced over his mug at Aaron, the corner of his mouth twitching. Aaron regarded it, but looked away, because something like contentment had made its way onto Andrew’s face.

Aaron smiled at that instead.

[running-with-the-feels]

any drunk headcanons??? who drinks more/less, who’s the lightweight, high tolerance, doesn’t drink at all, ended up making out etc.

ohohoho do I have IDEAS for this one

This list is just for the defenders (plus Bi-Han bc he will never be a villain in my eyes) but I can make another for the antagonists and Kombat Kids if y'all want

Johnny: This man can and will outdrink god without breaking a sweat. It takes a lot to get him drunk but once you do, hoo boy does he get wild. He will flirt with anyone and anything he can and more often than not succeeds in seducing whoever he has set his sights on (he even managed to bag Fujin once)

Sonya: Knows her limits and has no desire to test them, she'll drink if the occasion calls for it, but never more than a few beers.

Jax: Like Sonya, also just doesn't drink all that much as he doesn't really get the appeal. He did once get drunk and serenade the entirety of the special forces with a full rendition of Wicked in it's entirety. Sonya got it on video and it is one of her most treasured possessions

Kung Lao: Cannot hold his liquor, talks a big game but is a massive lightweight. He's also a tactile drunk, he wants to hug and be hugged all the time. Once, he even sat on Liu Kang's lap for five hours straight. Has drunkenly made out with Johnny cage more than once.

Raiden: Cannot get drunk and refuses to try.

Liu Kang: Massive lightweight, even worse than Kung Lao. Three shots in and he's giggling on the floor. He and Kung Lao have kissed while drunk before, but it was less a drunken making out thing and more an impulsive "I want my first kiss to be with someone I trust" thing. They didn't talk about it afterwards

Kitana: Like Johnny, could outdrink anyone. In fact, the two once had a drinking competition that did not end until they were both in the hospital from alcohol poisoning. To this day they have no idea who the winner was and it is the only reason Kitana respects him

Jade: Can hold her liquor, but honestly prefers to avoid it. She likes to keep her wits about her, years of training as a bodyguard don't fade.

Kuai Liang: This man has the tolerance of a wet paper bag, and once scared the shit out of a bunch of SF recruits bc he and Johnny got drunk on base and it was the only time any of them had heard him laugh. Kuai Liang is a talkative drunk too, he will say anything and everything that pops into his head with no remorse and then forget about it the next morning. He did once make out with Johnny Cage in a closet while they were both shitfaced and another time he spent the entire night curled around Hanzo's back like a spider monkey.

Hanzo: drinks on occasion but not often so his tolerance is decent but not phenomenal. Tends to smile more when drunk and generally be more relaxed, but also rarely gets any further than tipsy. Usually, he tasks himself with keeping Kuai Liang out of trouble on the occasions they both decide to indulge, leading to him being subject to Kuai Liang's playful flirting for the whole night. Poor man is struggling to keep it together and not drag the cryomancer off to a closet of their own.

Bi-Han: used to be a total lightweight until he started drinking with Sareena and now he can down moonshine without blinking. He does tend to wax poetic about Sareena when drunk and also made out with Johnny Cage in a closet while drunk (bc honestly, who hasn't at this point?) and when he told Sareena she just nodded, downed a shot, and went to find Johnny for her turn. The three started dating not long after that

Sareena: Drinks a lot, and yet somehow her tolerance never improves, so she ends up giggling and stumbling fairly quickly. She also has a tendency to sing while drunk

Fujin: Cannot get drunk either (god thing) but he keeps trying different beverages when offered bc he's too polite to turn them down. Has made out with a tipsy Johnny Cage in the middle of one of his parties.

Nightwolf: Does not drink and despises the idea of doing so, though he won't tell anyone why. He and Fujin tend to keep each other company as the rest of the defenders get shitfaced, basically babysitting them.

[pix3lplays]

OMG I also bet that dr ratio is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol lawl😭 a simple mix of cola and a weak shot of vodka is enough to get him DRUNKEN.

I’m talking stumbling, tripping, all dizzy and clumsy.

but he’s also silly about it, he gets up with a cute but goofy grin on his face.

When he’s about to trip, he grips your arm so you fall with him. If he trips, you bet your ass you’re coming down with him.

what would be funny tho is if you set up a camera while he was drunk to show him during his hangover as torture😈

he’s got eyebags and is drinking a cup of extra sting coffee, he doesn’t remember a lot (surprisingly), so imagine his shock when you show him a clip of him drunk. He’s spinning you around and twirling you and carrying you around all while you’re giggling.

we must start a drunk characters club !!

I’m getting so many Drunk Dr. Ratio stuff oh my gosh that’s so funny-

And yeah I’ll stand by he’s Totally a lightweight with alcohol. Absolutely.

It’s entertaining to watch him make a complete fool of himself…I feel like he Usually knows his limits but. Every once in a while…

He’s watching the video you recorded of him and he’s in Complete denial. He’s like no there’s no way that’s me. That man you’re dancing with is not me. It’s just some stranger that he doesn’t know who just happens to look exactly like him for some reason.

Yeah he basically goes through the stages of grief watching the videos of him.

You’re nice to him though. You’re not going to share those videos, but…if you ever need to blackmail him for whatever reason maybe don’t delete those…

[hedgehog-moss]

Hello! I'm moving to the north of France in a few months and my property has ample space and a barn, so I am considering getting a donkey. Is there anything that you didn't know before buying donkeys or any big obstacles you faced that you didn't expect, even after doing your research? I know you have talked about how finding veterinarians that really care about your donkeys is hard. Is there anything else a potential owner should know?

That's really exciting news! The only donkey-specific advice I can think of is stuff you've probably already encountered if you started doing research, like make sure you find a farrier who is familiar with donkeys, as their hooves are different from horse hooves and should be trimmed differently. And make sure your donkey has a shelter—the llamas hardly ever use the shelter I've built but Pirlouit often spends entire days in there if it's raining. I've read somewhere that unlike horses who have waterproof coats to some extent, donkeys who have evolved as desert animals just get soaked to the bone. But other than that they're quite hardy and can live outside year-round, no need for blankets or anything.

Also a donkey really needs a friend. When I sent the llamas away for a few weeks Pirlouit was miserable and brayed constantly, even though I live right next to his pasture and he sees me every day. A fellow herbivore is probably best for company—I’ve seen chickens amongst the species recommended online but Pirou barely seems to notice my chickens’ existence, I don’t think they’re closely related enough to have any interest in one another. I've also read that donkeys can be hostile to dogs and that's not been my experience, if anything Pirlouit shows saintly patience with Pandolf ! But he's known him since puppyhood and Pan basically lives in the pasture most days, which probably helps.

The biggest ongoing Pirlouit challenge I face concerns his weight, donkeys are really prone to obesity. So unless you get an elderly donkey, make sure you don't feed him the richest type of hay in winter (and give it in small quantities at a time). I recommend using a hay net with small holes so he'll eat more slowly. I've thought of getting a hay ball for Pirlouit, but his pasture is so slopey, the ball would probably end up rolling away at unfair speeds and make him feel persecuted. He's dignified, I don't know if he'd enjoy having to run after his food like some common carnivore.

Other than that donkeys are pretty low-maintenance animals in my experience. My recurring expenses for Pirlouit (other than hay, but he doesn’t need much of it compared to a horse) are a hoof trimming three times a year, a deworming twice a year and a new salt lick every so often, and that's about it. Donkey ownership is only time-consuming in the spring when I have to figure out how to keep him from overeating. Limiting his grazing area by penning him works okay (he just gets a bit lonely)—it helps that he is respectful of fences including very lightweight ones. Which immediately places an animal in the low-maintenance category for me!

[vampkaashis-wife]

“Sorry about this,” Diluc smiles awkwardly at you. “I never know who else to call when he gets like this.”

You wave him off. “That’s okay. I can handle him. Thanks for cutting him off again.”

After a pause, Diluc mutters, “That’s what brothers are for.”

Hauling your long-legged captain out of the tavern, you start humming his favorite tune. You’re not even certain that it’s his favorite, but it’s the one he’s been humming on your walks home every night this week. What kind of knight would he be if he let you walk home alone in the dark every night? No. Captain Kaeya is protective enough to escort you in the soft, warm glow of Mondstadt evenings, just before the Darknight Hero takes to the streets. 

The moment you’re out of sight, far enough that Diluc won’t appear to call for your attention anymore, Kaeya straightens from his drunken stupor. He sobers entirely, in fact, using his own two feet to walk a steady path next to you, fingers curling into yours.

“Hello, love. You’re so cute, coming to pick me up when I’m drunk.”

“You’re barely even tipsy, you charlatan.”

“Aw, but Diluc doesn’t know that.”

“You could, I don��t know, talk to him without acting drunk off your ass?”

“You know he doesn’t get honest with me unless he thinks I’m drunk and a lost cause.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“His,” Kaeya says stubbornly. “If he hadn’t disappeared right around the time I started drinking, maybe he’d be more aware of my limitations.”

“Kaeya, you really could just talk to him about these things.”

“Absolutely not. How mortifying. He must never know my true feelings about him.”

“That you miss him? You know how I feel about this. It’s not so absurd to miss the only family you have left.”

Kaeya stops in the middle of the street, cocking an eyebrow at you. His hand drops out of yours to rest on his hip as he levels his best I dare you to challenge me again look at you. New recruits scramble at that look, but you just scoff. 

“What do you call yourself, then?”

“It’s different.”

“It’s not,” he insists. “You’re my family.”

“Kaeya, you know what I mean.”

He does, but he doesn’t like it. For lack of anything else to say, he continues holding your hand and walking home. “Did you hear him call himself my brother?”

-

In the tavern, Diluc consults his employees again as they start out the doors too. “You saw that, right? They have to have feelings for each other. No one else would come pick up that drunkard this regularly.”

“I keep telling you,” Charles groans, “He’s not that lightweight. He drinks as much as Venti.”

“No one drinks as much as Venti.”

“All due respect, Master Diluc, you weren’t here enough to see it. Captain Kaeya drinks a liver-ruining amount without getting drunk. He’s up to something.”

“When is he not?”

Diluc knows, actually, that Kaeya is never as drunk as he pretends to be. It has nothing to do with his drunk or sober behaviors or the objective amount he drinks. Kaeya simply never got rid of his little habit of lying through his eyelashes. He doesn’t know how to explain it, really, but there’s a certain look in that eye of his that immediately sends Diluc on alert - because Kaeya is lying.

I don’t need you to meddle with my love life, Kaeya says with that sparkle of a lie in his eye. My heart belongs to Mondstadt and only Mondstadt. 

Yeah, no. Bullshit. Diluc is going to force happiness into his brother’s hands if it’s the last thing he does. He’s going to make sure the two of you end up together.

Diluc knows Kaeya is never that drunk. If his brother was really on the verge of blacking out, he would choose someone stronger than you to take him home. No offense to you, but between the legginess and the absurd fur coat, Kaeya can be a pain to lug around (Diluc would know. He’s carried the brat home several times himself).

“Charles?”

The other man makes an affirmative noise in response.

“Are we sure Kaeya isn’t seeing anyone?”

Apprehensively, Charles admits, “He’s known for sleeping around, actually. Or he was, when the rumor mill was active about him.”

“Those are rumors, Charles. My brother is too guarded for that behavior.”

For archon’s sake, Kaeya won’t let anyone see his second eye. Who is he going to allow to see the scars under his shirt? No one, that’s who.

“I just think he deserves… Someone.”

“We all know what you’re trying to do, Master Diluc. You’re not very secretive about it.”

Sulkily, Diluc locks up the tavern. He and Charles set off to their respective dwellings, not too far from each other. They walk in companionable silence, letting the ambience of the city envelop them. The world is quiet tonight. There’s no need for the Darknight Hero at the moment, and Diluc allows himself to enjoy being… him. Just a tavern owner. Just another Mondstatian. 

A gleam on the street catches his eye. He squints at it. “Charles, is that…?”

“Seems so,” Charles agrees. 

Sighing, Diluc leans down to pick up the item. “He’s so careless, really.” Kaeya’s vision sits in his hand. He’s never gotten a good look at it. “I’ll drop it off outside his place.”

If he walks fast enough, perhaps he’ll catch up to you and his rather sober brother. And if you’ve gone your own way, maybe he can interrogate Kaeya about his feelings. It’s always like pulling teeth with Kaeya. He’s impossible to get answers out of, but if anyone knows how to get them, it’s Diluc.

-

There’s laughter outside Kaeya’s home. This idiot, Diluc chides in his mind. Get some sleep, won’t you?

“I still think we should tell them,” your voice drifts back to him.

Kaeya’s responds in a soft cadence Diluc has never heard before. “If they haven’t figured it out yet, that’s their own fault.”

Diluc’s eyes narrow, his hand clenching Kaeya’s vision. He’s not surprised Kaeya is keeping secrets, but he’s still a little scared of what he might end up hearing if he stands here much longer.

“I’m serious. Put Diluc out of his misery. He’s trying so hard.”

“It’s endearing.”

“You astound me. I’m telling him the next time he makes me pick you up.”

“Don’t,” Kaeya whines. “What are you, the fun police?”

Walking around the building, Diluc sees the two of you sitting just outside Kaeya’s door. His coat is around your shoulders, his head snug in your lap. The eyepatch is off, and blue hair flows freely between your fingertips.

Oh. OH. 

Diluc clears his throat. “Uhm. I brought…” He holds up the vision awkwardly. 

You jump at his presence, but Kaeya barely even moves. “Oh, hi there, Master Diluc. You can leave that wherever; I’ll take it in. Thank you.”

“Do you… Have something to tell me?”

“No,” Kaeya says at the exact same time you say, “Yes.”

Kaeya whines at you again, and you hush him quickly.

“We know you’ve been trying to set us up.”

Diluc shifts his weight and stands awkwardly. There’s no protocol for this. He never expected to be called out so blatantly - by you, no less.

“I see now that I didn’t need to,” he says with a grimace.

“Indeed.” Kaeya sits up, grinning lazily at his brother. “Introductions, then?”

“I know who she is, Kaeya.”

“Only halfway, Master Diluc. You’ve never met her as my wife.”

“Your-” Archons, what has he missed?

“Wife,” you repeat. “Your brother is a married man.”

“Not that anyone knows that,” Kaeya adds casually. “Except you, now.”

“We, uh… Might’ve eloped.”

“While on a mission!”

“On the brink of death, even.”

“Don’t lie. We weren’t doing that bad.”

“Sure.”

Diluc is feeling a little faint. “And you kept it a secret because…?”

“It just never came up,” Kaeya shrugs. He reclines to rest his head on your lap again. “And then I wanted to fuck around with you a little bit. We got you, didn’t we?”

“I’m going home,” Diluc announces. “But we’re talking about this in the morning.”

“Oh no,” Kaeya retorts. “Don’t come in the morning.”

“Clearly, we have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, but don’t come in the morning. I cannot promise the sanctity of your eyes if you choose to show up in the morning.”

“Kaeya!” you whisper-yell at him. “You’re going to break him.” Turning your eyes to Diluc, you rephrase the invitation. “You’re welcome to come for dinner, Diluc. We’ll tell you everything then.”

After a pause, Diluc gathers enough wits to say, “Enjoy the rest of your night,” before making his escape.

Part 2!!!

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[surrealistghostboy]

I’m on vacation in a big city right now, and I’ve got this fantasy I can’t get over. Me and my friend are out and we get invited to a party by some locals. We don’t know them well but we can’t say no to a genuine local city experience. Starting off the night with some pregame, my friend takes a few shots and I’m limited to two. I’m such a lightweight, really. It’s bad. Even after two shots I’m extra giggly and excited to see everyone. So pliable.

Mixed drinks in my hands and my location on, my friend and I make our way to the appartment address we were given. It’s dingy and the walls are tagged. If I wasn’t tipsy I’d turn around right away. But I want to see our hosts again! They were so nice. My friend knocks on the door and we giggle at how loud they were being. The door is opened by a shorter guy in a beanie, maybe Mexican descent. There is music pounding and a few other people there…strangely not enough for you to call it a party. The guy at the door invites us in, offering us drinks and urging us to let loose. Women in skimpy shorts and bralette tops walk around, boys and girls finding each other to make out. The ceiling is hazy with a thick layer of smoke from all the blunts being smoked.

I’m drinking and the smoke in the air makes my head feel cloudy. I’m giggling and stumbling as I dance along to the music. Eventually I stumble my way into a guy. He’s tall with long hair, nice stubble of a beard too. He coos at me and cups my chin, telling me how I should sit down. A pretty little thing like me could get hurt with the way I was dancing. He plops down on a filthy couch in the corner, pulling me to straddle his lap. I want him to light up a joint and offer it to me. I don’t smoke much but I want to seem cool. Not that he gives me much of a choice. The man presses the joint between my lips and I inhale out of shock. We pass the joint back and forth and at some point he stops taking hits. But I’m too high to notice.

I want him to take my drink and set it aside, bouncing his knee and making me whine. He’s just moving to the music, he tells me. But his knee is way too fast to be moving to the music. I want him to turn me around to face the dingy room we’re in and spread my legs. I’m so pliant and high I can’t even fight back. My skin feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches me. I lay my head back on his shoulder as his hands begin to travel my body. All my clothes are kinda prudish, sweaters and long pants covering my body. So he pushes my sweater up over my binder in one swoop and begins to squish and knead my hips and stomach.

“Wait, that’s embarrassing-“ I’d whine.

“Oh honey it’s about to get a lot more embarrassing…” the guy mumbles into my ear. His hands move down from my hips and to my pants, shimmying them down so I’m just in my boxers. He places a large hand in between my legs and presses down into my tdick, making me rut into his hand unintentionally. “God, you’re a whore…” he’d laugh, “I ain’t even done nothing to you yet and look at you! Grinding into some strangers hand…”

Id whine and shake my head, I’m not a whore!! It’s just all the smoke and the alcohol and just the…the atmosphere and everything. It’s making me stupid. And it feels like everyone is watching me. Watching me half naked, rubbing myself into this guy’s hand. I don’t know where my friend is anymore. I have an audience now. The guy just chuckles and slips his hands down my boxers and runs a finger up my slit. “Jesus, you’re soaked…” he takes two fingers and clamps them down on my tdick. Rubbing it between his thumb and fore finger, pinching and pulling occasionally. It’s making me yelp and jerk my body around. But the guys just pulls me back down into his lap cooing at me like I’m stupid.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok baby. Just feel it, c’Mon.” His fingers are big and rough, so much different than my own. And they don’t stop. My fingers can never keep up with my need. I always give up and use a toy. But he just doesn’t stop!! Heat pools in my stomach and shoots up my spine whenever he pinches my dick. Little gasps exit my mouth in whines and “nngh”.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuuuck!!” My voice cracks in a shrill way and I feel the pad of his finger move up and down, up and down. It’s so fast but I can feel each movement is a hyper intense way. It might have been the t shot I’d taken the week before. I’m so wet too, it would be so easy to just- “ah-!” I’d squeal as he’d slip two fingers inside me. “Sorry sweetheart, those just popped in. Not my fault. You’re so wet.” He’d thrust his fingers in and tap my insides quickly. “Slutty hole just sucked my fingers right in.” His fingers don’t seem sorry. They’re pumping in and out of me, my juices occasionally squirting out into his jeans. I’m mewling and shaking and my hands are tipping anything I can find purchase on. I’ve only ever fingered myself. Even then my fingers are too small to reach anything inside me. But the stranger’s fingers are so big and they reach so deep inside- fingering feels amazing! Fuck I’d never thought I could come without someone touching my dick but this could change my mind!

“Another! Please!” I wailed out reaching down to grab his hand. My own hand fails about, I can’t decide between shoving my own fingers in as well or making him force more of his thick fingers into my boy cunt. He chuckles darkly and shoves in the rest of his fingers at once.

“Careful what you wish for, baby…”

Should I continue this?

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HELLO, first time asker here! My request is:

M6 with an MC that doesn’t drink?

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC that doesn't drink

~ love this one! considering how frequently alcohol appears in the story lines and how common it is to stay sober (for many, very good reasons), this is an interesting setup to think about. I hope you enjoy, anon! - brainrot ~

Julian

Feels terrible when the second time you meet is him inviting you into a tavern for a drink. Apologizes profusely, and is struck by the oddness of asking Barth the barkeep for two waters instead

Noticing the amount of times he would be reaching for a drink and then not doing it because it feels awkward around you makes him realize just how much he likes to drink as a coping mechanism

Uses that as another reason why he isn't good enough for you

Which gives you the chance to talk to him about it later - why you don't drink, what your comfort level is around people who are drinking, etc

All in all it becomes a kind of accountability for him, even if you never intend for it to be

Because being around you leads to him drinking less often and less at a time, he's tempted to just put you in charge of whether or not he drinks and how much (he doesn't, of course, because his good or bad decisions are not your responsibility)

It ends up becoming a fun social activity for him instead of a go-to relaxing method

Just don't come after his coffee addiction. He can live without alcohol, he cannot live without caffeine

Asra

They enjoy drinking but it's not the most regular thing - they're more likely to do it either 1) as a social thing, or 2) because it's a drink they've never seen before and the curiosity is killing them

He's also canonically a lightweight - two drinks is all it takes for him to need help getting home, and he doesn't like being vulnerable

They respect your boundaries and comfort above everything else, so how they proceed is up to your preferences:

If you're comfortable being around alcohol, he'll drink some evenings after making sure you have an equally tasty/delightful non-alcoholic beverage to enjoy

If you're not, they'll indulge when they're visiting Nadia and Julian at the Palace and you can't make it (you're always invited though)

Or when he's on a trip without you and it glows in the dark and Faust really, really wants a taste

It's unlikely that they'll consider abstaining from alcohol unless you ask them to. As respectful as they are, they avoid limiting others (especially you) and expect others not to put limits on them in turn

Uses it as a challenge to create the best mocktail

Nadia

... Oh?

She's not judging, she's just surprised. She can't remember a dinner where there hasn't been alcohol served, and every noble she knows partakes frequently (I mean, just look at Valerius)

Now she's feeling a little embarrassed because the only other drink she can think of to offer is tea (or plain water) and that's not respectable at all

Becomes much more conscientious about having decent non-alcoholic options available at Palace functions

Speaking of, what would be most comfortable for you? Does it bother you at all if she drinks while she's spending one-on-one time with you? How about at dinners?

Now she's realizing that she can't remember the last time she went a day without drinking, and that doesn't strike her as a good thing

She decides to try cutting back and is surprised at how it goes for her. It turns out that a lot of the habits she formed were simply because that's how it had always been done around her

She approaches drinking as a conscious decision now and gives all the credit to you

Muriel

Yeah, he doesn't drink either

He also knows from the few times Asra talked him into it that he only gets moodier and less sociable when he does, and neither of those are things he wants to be around you

Honestly he's relieved because it makes everything easier

Including attending parties

He's a lot more likely to say yes and try going to one if you're going to be there and he can count on you to stay sober with him in case everyone else decides to go ahead and get wasted

What he's not prepared for is how, by the third get together, all of your friends take that as an invitation to make the two of you the equivalent of the designated drivers. He is not impressed

Now you have to make new rules about how neither of you is responsible for what your friends get up to (the good news is that Muriel is very good at saying no to people)

Once, Asra jokingly suggested that Julian stay out at the hut with the two of you for a few weeks to force him to go sober for a bit

The look of horror on Muriel's face still makes them laugh

Portia

So, her favorite drink is beer ...

She's the least surprised to find out that you don't drink. She's traveled all around the world and catered to all kinds of tourists and guests

If anything, she loves that about you. She's seen first-hand the kinds of messes that drunk palace guests are capable of making and knowing that you'll never do that is delightful to her

She personally has a robust but healthy relationship with drinking

Does she partake every day? No. Several times a week? Of course! It's part and parcel of a good time with a good group of friends!

She totally understands and respects where you're coming from, but she's pretty comfortable where she's at, so she's not going to adjust many of her own habits unless you ask her to

She will ask you all about your own decision though, simply because she wants to know you

What led you to give it up? Did you ever drink much in the first place? Is there some kind of mystical magic reason involved?

So very invested in respecting and protecting your preferences

Lucio

Well at first, he couldn't decide if you were a total stick in the mud or just ignorant about what you were missing out on

He's just spent the last three years as a ghostly goatman, unable to partake in any of the good things in life, and the first person he's able to make contact with doesn't drink? Why???

He brings it up constantly at first because 1) it doesn't make sense to him, and 2) he keeps assuming that it means you're judging him for his past drinking habits

You'll eventually have to hash it out with him along with all of your other personality differences, explaining why you make that decision and what your comfort levels are around it

Once he knows that you're not going to force him to quit, he decides to try doing it anyways

He may as well try a few weeks of going sober, seeing as he's trying to improve and you're on the road and don't have the biggest budget and there aren't that many parties to attend

So impressed by his own ability to change and make a decision like that that he does it more often. He still parties sometimes, though

[daisynik7]

Hi!! First of all, i love how you write♡ and i'm here to request some fem!reader x Eren where the reader tells him "i love you" many times. Context: both of them are friends and she isn't too much into alcohol, so, when she drinks a bit during a personal party, she tells him that when they are alone for a moment, don't caring if he likes her in that way, she just smile and tells him again and again

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

cw: alcohol consumption, friends-to-lovers, fluff, all characters are in their mid-twenties

Author’s Note: You are so sweet, thank you so much for the kind words and the cute request! I love writing fluff for Eren, so I hope you like this one! Divider by @/saradika.

Everyone knows you’re a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. One shot you can handle just fine. Two is pushing the limits. At three, your friends, have to keep you close by in case you go running off somewhere, causing trouble. And four is the stuff of legends that you rarely ever get to, except that one time that people still talk about to this day. 

Tonight, you reach three shots, and by the time the liquor hits your tongue and burns down your throat, you know it’s a mistake. That’s because tonight, you decide to confess to your best friend Eren that you’re madly in love with him. How does the saying go? Loose lips sink ships? Well, this ship is heading towards the abyss with no chance at resurfacing. It’s do or die, and alcohol has decided your fate.

After Jean blows out the candles on his birthday cake, the music starts back up again, the bass reverberating through the speakers. You grab Eren’s hand, pulling him towards the dancefloor, aka the living room. He’s got an amused expression on his face, watching you shimmy back and forth towards him. Occasionally, he’ll offer his hand to twirl you. That’s one thing you love about Eren: how easy it is to be with him. It’s effortless. Like all the stars aligning to create the perfect little moment, no matter where you are. You spin for him one more time, pausing to wrap your arms around his neck, peering up at him, mouthing the words, “I love you.”

He laughs, giving you a curious look. “What?” he yells out, the music blaring. 

Leaning closer, you cup the shell of his ear to say, “I love you.”

He grins, giving you a playful boop on the nose. “You’re drunk.”

You roll your eyes, annoyed at the failed attempt. While Eren can be completely in tune with you for the most part, sometimes he’s terribly oblivious. Which is why you’re still friends and nothing more, despite everyone claiming the two of you are basically married. Soulmates, even. Is he too scared to cross that line from friendship to lovers? Or is it worse; does he not feel the same way? 

You try a few more times during the party, whispering the words to him in the kitchen while he hands you a cup of water to sober up. He smirks, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re funny. Now chug it.” You say it to him when you’re outside on the balcony, watching the cityscape from the twentieth floor of Jean’s apartment, bright lights illuminating the night sky in the distance. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue at you. “You seriously can’t handle your liquor.” To him, it’s a joke. And you can’t tell if you’re offended or relieved. But that doesn’t stop you from trying. 

Fed up with each failed attempt, you decide to kick it up a notch. You reach for a shot glass, pouring yourself the fourth shot of the night. It’s dangerous, but desperate times call for drastic measures, right? You down it in one go, feeling powerful, maybe a little unhinged. 

And, of course, this backfires on you. Because at this point, Sasha and Mikasa rope you into a game of strip poker, and you keep removing articles of clothing even though you’re not the losing hand. It’s when you’re down to your bra that Eren pauses the game to take you home, resulting in a round of boos from the crowd. 

He drives you back to your apartment, patient as ever as you chant the same words to him. I love you, I love you. I love you, Eren. He continues to chuckle at you, totally unaware that you really mean it. 

Back home, he forces another cup of water on you, watching you with a pleasant grin on his face. He always looks at you like this, like you’re precious to him. In your bedroom, you manage to change into your pajamas and tuck yourself under the covers, the booze starting to wear off. There’s a soft knock on the door before he enters, wearing his own sweats. He’s staying the night, as usual. It’s a routine on the weekends; you go out to party or hang out with friends, and he crashes on your couch. But tonight is different. You want it to be different from here on out.

He sits beside you at the edge of the bed, laughing, tugging lightly at the tag sticking out from your collar. “Your shirt’s on backwards, doofus.”

“Hey! You’re the doofus,” you snap. “You weren’t even listening to what I was trying to tell you tonight.”

“What are you talking about? The love thing? I heard it the first time. I love you too, okay?”

“No, Eren,” you say, firmly. “I love you. Like, love love. I’m in love with you,” The words slip out of your mouth easily, as if they’ve been at the tip of your tongue for the longest time, waiting for release. 

He stares at you, jaw hanging open with shock and realization, eventually stammering, “You-you’re in love with me?”

You roll your eyes, shaking his shoulders, his head bobbling back and forth. “That’s what I’ve been saying this whole night!” 

“You told me you love me, not that you’re in love with me!” 

“What’s the difference?”

He doesn’t respond right away, staring at the tag still sticking out from your shirt. Eventually, he murmurs, “I don’t know what to say.” Clearly he’s rattled by your confession. Part of you wishes you hadn’t said anything at all, afraid of rejection. It’s too late now to take it all back. Is it ruined forever? You knew that fourth shot was a disaster waiting to happen.

You swallow hard, brain still a little hazy from the buzz. “Look, I’m sorry it came out like this, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I understand if you don’t feel the same way; I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

“That’s the thing, though. I do feel the same way.”

It’s your turn to be surprised. “What?”

He leans towards you, holding your hand in his, smiling. “I’m in love with you, too. I love you.”

And maybe it’s the shock of it all, or the booze landing it’s final blow, but his precious face canoodling yours is the last thing you remember before you pass out on the pillows, into the most poorly timed slumber.

When you wake up, it’s morning, and you’ve got a throbbing headache. Despite the obvious hangover, your memory is still intact, sitting up quickly to inspect your surroundings. It’s then that you notice Eren’s hand entwined with yours, sleeping soundly beside you. You lay back down, facing him, scooting closer until your noses are touching. Slowly, his eyes open, a sleepy grin spread across his face. “I just had the craziest dream.”

“Yeah? About what?” you ask, playing along.

“I dreamt that you were in love with me. And I was the happiest man in the world.”

“Well,” you start, squeezing his hand tighter. “Sorry to break it to you, but that wasn’t a dream.”

His smile widens. “Really?”

“Really,” you answer, brushing your lips over his. 

He kisses you back, whispering, “Then I truly am the happiest man in the world.”

[darnell-la]

Hello love <3 Could I request an imagine where Monty knows you can't take much alcohol, so he fills you up with his self-made Liquor, testing you. Then you're totally drunk and start tumbling around the camp until you stumble over something and nearly fall but Bellamy catches you and decideds to take care of you after giving monty a speech how stupid his idea was. Bell takes you to his tent and you accidentally tell him you like him but soon you fall asleep on him and he's all happy cause he feels the same ? :)

3rd person pov

“Monty, you know I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol,” y/n said as Monty and Jasper began mixing their special ingredients into alcohol jugs. 

Monty wants y/n to try his drinks since she’s basically new to alcohol and can give them a good answer on whether their drink is strong enough or not. 

“It’s just a little, y/n. You’ll be fine,” Monty said as he whipped up a cup for y/n, handing it to her as Jasper rolled his eyes. Even he’s skeptical about this. 

“Don’t give her too much, that’s all. Don’t need him on our ass,” Jasper said. “Who?” Y/n said as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. “Nothing, nothing,” Jasper quickly said as Monty looked at him. 

“Whatever y’all say,” the girl said then downed her drink. She’s lightweight but can handle the taste. The boys have told her how weird that is and that they wished they could drink as much as they wanted without the affected taste. 

It’s been a good hour since y/n drank her last cup. As Jasper gave out the drinks, Monty kept filling her cup up, trying to test her limits. 

That sounds like a bad friend, but Monty isn’t one of those. He knows y/n is fun when she’s drunk. It’s not like she isn’t when she’s sober, but they barely get drunk anymore after Bellany gave them limited days. 

Y/n stumbled through the camp, singing and dancing with the different people she passed. She’s never been this drunk before and she can barely keep her focus on one thing, but she doesn’t mind it. She kind of likes it. 

The drunk girl's vision began getting blurry, making it harder for her to recognize her friends or where she was going. 

She could have sworn she was heading towards her tent so she couldn’t rest up, but she wasn’t. She was in a whole different part of the camp. 

She sighed as she slowly tried turning around but got dizzy and fell off balance.  Y/n almost landed face-first onto the ground until someone caught her. 

“Having fun?” The man asked, not sounding too happy. “Yes, I very much am,” she giggled as she threw her head back, knowing this strong man could hold her almost passed-out body. 

“You can’t just run around the camp like this,  y/n. Who the fuck let you do this?” Bellamy answered. Y/n finally noticed his voice and blushed. She pushed herself up so she could stand on her own, feeling more shy than she usually is around him. 

“O-Oh, Monty did. But it’s fine,“ Y/n smiled at Bellamy. The man looked into her eyes, not really knowing what to say that wouldn’t come out angry. He hated that in almost every conversation he had with her, he was in father mode, but he couldn’t help it. 

“Come with me,” he said before softly holding y/n up as he walked around the camp to find Monty. He already told Monty that he doesn’t want to see y/n like this again. Especially alone. Without him. 

“Monty!” Bellamy shouted. Jasper quickly ran as Monty dropped his drink and tried hiding behind the small bar they built, but that didn’t do much for him. 

“What did I say? What did I tell you about giving her a drink!? I thought I made myself clear,” Bellamy said as people looked at him and y/n who was smiling and singing a song that was in the background. 

“I know, but-“ Monty tried speaking. “I thought I made myself clear!” Bellamy yelled at Monty, pissed off that he played with fire. “She could have gotten hurt. She almost fuckin’ broke her face!” Bellamy yelled again. 

Y/n finally stopped singing and looked up in confusion. “I would have caught myself,” y/n said in a weird voice as she put one finger up and then focused on it, seeing how drunk she was. 

“Or maybe not,” she sighed the buried her face into Bellamy’s side, fake crying. “Don’t do this shit again, or I swear I’ll kick you out of this fucking camp,” Bellamy said in a serious tone, knowing he wouldn’t do it. 

“C’mon, y/n,” Bellamy said as he pulled the girl softly to come with him but she stumbled. “I need to sleep,” she slurred as she went to lay on the ground but Bellamy pulled her up. “Have mercy,” he sighed before picking her body up and throwing her over his shoulder. 

“Bell!” Y/n whined as she kicked and slapped his back but not hard enough to make him let her go. She doesn’t even want him to, she’s just so drunk that she’s doing anything. 

“Y/n, stop this drunk shit. It’s pissing me off,” Bellamy said as he angrily carried her through the camp. “You’re reckless, y/n,” Bellamy said, feeling his head hurt at the thought of what could have happened to her. 

“Hope you like it,” y/n said, holding back a giggle. Bellamy just rolled his eyes, thinking she was just saying anything because she’s drunker than ever. 

“Lay here and don’t leave. I’m serious y/n,” Bellamy said after he placed her on his bed. “I’d stay here any day,” y/n slurred with a smile that she could barely make. 

Bellamy shook his head as he left the tent. Bellamy hated his loose y/n. If he didn’t care for her, something bad could have happened to her. What if he was bad?

Bellamy walked to her tent and grabbed a few snacks and water for her so if she passed out and then woke up, she’d have something to fill her up. 

“Here, and don’t get any on my bed,” Bellamy said, trying to sound serious. “You want me to sleep with you?” Y/n asked. “What?” He asked low. “Do you want me to sleep with you? Not like that! I mean, I would like that but not tonight. Not right now! I’m just-“ y/n stopped talking for a second. 

“Do you want me to go back to my tent or?” She dragged, still very drunk. “Y/n, you’re not about to stay in a tent by yourself after everyone at the party saw how fuckin juiced you were. Some bastards are probably at your tent right now looking for you,” Bellamy angrily said. 

“So I get to sleep with you!? Fuck yeah!” Y/n shouted then flopped on Bellamy’s bed. “What’s up with you?” Bellamy asked, confused about why she was so happy about being with him. Especially in the same bed. And wait! Didn’t she just say she’d actually sleep with me?

“Oh, nothing! I’ve just always dreamt of this,” Y/n said as she turned to the side and smiled at him, only confusing him more. “Dreamt of what?” He asked, knowing he’d get it out of her drunken mouth. 

“Us,” she said as she moved her feet nervously. “What about us?” He pushed more. “You know! Me and you. A thing!” She giggled as she hid her face in the pillow. 

Bellamy stayed silent, thinking of what she just said. He knows drunk people usually say their sober thoughts, but this was very unexpected from y/n. 

“So you like me is what you’re saying?” Bellamy asked slowly, hoping she wouldn’t laugh at him. “Of course I do! You’re hard not to like,” y/n said, shocking Bellamy and herself.

“Even though I’m a little rough on you?” Bellamy asked. “Yeah. I like that you care about me,” she smiled, making him smile. “Hmm,” he said. Y/n felt a little embarrassed so she turned around and went under his cover to hide herself. 

Bellamy laughed to himself, feeling the happiest he’d felt in a while. Knowing that someone he genuinely likes, likes him back is amazing news. Especially a girl like y/n. 

Y/n ended up falling asleep right after her last words. Bellamy had changed into more comfortable clothes before getting under the covers with her. Bell pulled y/n into him and fell asleep right with her.

[curtsycream]

Frat! Headcanons

Frat!Ghost, Soap, and Gaz x Soro!Reader

This is so short and I just I don’t know, as someone who was really into greek life I felt a need to. Not proofread, talks about their sex life briefly, and mostly includes partying. Not the complete soro/frat life but I thought this would be more interesting.

Being in a relationship with Frat! Simon, Kyle, and Johnny. You belong to the sister sorority on campus. Your sorority and their fraternity have lots of events together from toga nights to casino nights.

No matter what the party is Simon always sticks close to you. Call it your scary dog privileges as no one dares to approach you either him one step behind you.

At parties you can be a bit of a lightweight and tend to put your drink down a lot. Well you used to but whenever you feel the need to put your drink down you hand it to Simon, “hold please.” Simon will literally guard it with his life even if you only handed it to him to hold hands with Johnny.

Johnny normally doesn’t hold your drinks as he has a tendency to drink it. He gets curious about the mix you have in your cup and drinks it or assumes you made it for him. “How was I supposed to know you just handed me a cup, baby.”

Kyle was also a good option to hold your cup as he would hold it close. If anyone walked up to him he would assume it was for the drink. “No you can’t hold this, so you can spike it? I’ve seen movies I know how this goes down.” Truthfully he means well, when you walk back over to him it would be like a puppy seeing its owner. He would hand you back your cup smiling when you say thank you.

I’d like to think that Johnny and Kyle would rope you into beer pong games as much as they can. They like to watch you play even if you’re not the best at it. But anytime someone gets a pong ball into a cup during your turn one of them would drink it. Their only excuse is, “I was thirsty.” But deep down the reason was because they didn’t want you to get completely wasted.

The aftermath of parties would always be the best. Since the parties usually took place in the fraternity you would sleep there. It was convenient that Kyle and Johnny share a room.

If you were drunk they would take care of you. Well take care of you and Kyle, he’s not the greatest at pacing himself and tends to go beyond his limits. You all would push Johnny and Kyle’s beds together and cuddle.

But on the nights you didn’t drink or barely drank let’s say things would go differently. It would usually start the second Johnny’s lips were on yours. Pretty soon you’d have Simon’s hands on your hand as he thrusts into your mouth. With Kyle and Johnny sharing your cunt as they kiss. Even when you weren’t drunk it was always an intoxicating experience.

I’m an avid believer that these guys are the kind to be into public sex, face fucking, double penetration, degradation, and boob jobs. They’re always willing to try something new which is usually brought up by Soap, “so I saw this thing on like tv or something and wanted to try it.” “You mean pornhub?”

Prepare for jealous girls to show up to the frat parties hoping they have a chance with them. You never have to worry they’re too loyal to do that to you. Kyle is usually says something loudly to deter them from him, “I have a wife, she knows how to fight!” Whether you know how to fight or not that’s always his go to statement.

Johnny chooses a different approach he tends to call over one of his frat brothers and introduces him to her. “Hey Gary, this is…what’s your name again? Oh, yeah Olivia, yeah this is Olivia. Enjoy.”

Simon wouldn’t even let a girl speak a word before he was walking away like he didn’t hear a thing. Actions speak louder than words sometimes.

Your sorority sisters rarely see you during weekends as you’re always with your boyfriends. It becomes a tradition for the four of you to lock yourselves away in Johnny and Kyle’s room for the weekend and hangout. Most times it involves old horror movies and your own versions of drinking games. It can’t be helped you’re all hormonal university students.

[jehilew]

Ship Ask Game: Sahejul edition

Who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond?

Julia: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Sahed: Why a worm?

Julia: I—what? Does it matter?? Why not a worm?

Sahed: What if you were a dragon instead? I mean, I could probably figure out a way to change you into one with a shapeshifting seal—

Julia: …but I said worm. You wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?

Sahed: I didn’t say that. But think big, Julia; they’re kinda the same thing, only the dragons have wings, and legs, and fire, yeah? Teeth, too. Great for chewing food.

Julia: *narrows eyes* Fine. I’ll be a dragon instead. And then I’ll eat you with my great chewing teeth.

Sahed: I mean, I’d eat me, too, were I you. I know I’d eat you—

Julia: BUT WOULD YOU IF I WAS A GODDAMN WORM?? BECAUSE THAT’S THE WHOLE POINT HERE—you know what, I quit. I’m going back to my quarters—

Sahed: *laughing softly, grabbing her back and holding tight* Nooooooo such a cute little worm! Staaaaaaaaaay. *kisses top of head* Mine. My Juliworm—

Julia: STOPPPPP!!! I can’t stand you, you said—!

Sahed: *louder, talking over her* THE MOST FEROCIOUS JULIWORM, did he, the great Sahed, manage to capture again, and bring to his lair, where he gobbled her up *playful bite in her neck*—

Julia: *squirming* I’m serious, stop it, that tickles—

Sahed: —I SAID…where he gobbled her up alllllllll the way down *bites again* and when she DEMANDED to know if he loved her, he said “OF COURSE, JULIWORM, I LOVE ONLY THE WORM I EAT, AND I EAT YOU ALL THE TIME—

Julia: *grabs his face and shuts him up with kiss* You know, you really could have just said ‘yes’.

Who comes up with the best date night ideas?

Depends. Are we talking reasonable or unreasonable date night ideas? Because I feel like they’re both romantics at heart, but Sahed would have great ideas that were very spontaneous and not thought out at all (these might go swimmingly or flop tbh), and then he would have ‘great’ ideas, and they just…well, Julia will never be bored with him, I’ll just say that. Julia, on the other hand, she would put full care and effort into planning something, and it would go smoothly. Either way, those two have fun and complement each other well.

Who’s better at carnival games?

Oh, Julia. Girl has freakishly good aim, we’ve seen what she can do with knives. In a sneakier sort of way (okay, stealing), Sahed. I feel like he could make a great thief if he set his mind to it.

Who drags the other(s) onto a rollercoaster?

Sahed. Definitely. Without doubt.

Who does the most chores?

Toss-up. I hc that both do chores about equally. The big difference is, Julia just isn’t all that messy to begin with. Sahed…he gets messy. Quickly. But he’s not a complete animal, he will clean up after himself.

Who gets drunk the quickest?

I feel they’re both lightweights tbh. Sahed just doesn’t strike me as a drinker, anyway, and I just feel it in my heart that he can’t hold his booze well when he does partake. But Julia probably; I doubt she’s so much as sniffed a drink her whole life before the circus. She doesn’t know her limits.

Who watches the most reality tv?

Julia. She could watch it all day long. Sahed is probably the type that has the tv on all day, but he’s mindlessly hearing it while doing other shit.

Who insists their way is better even though it’s objectively the worst way?

Ooh, they’re both ridiculous. Okay, so probably Sahed. Because we historically, canonically have him thinking he has great ideas, and they’re…just not. But the guy is charismatic, charming, and hot as hell, so he cons people into getting into stupid plans with him. Julia isn’t any of those things other than being just as cute and pretty as can be, but Jesus, she’s stubborn, and she’ll argue and yell and holler about it forever.

Who believes in ghosts?

Both of them do. Hell, they have been ghosts before. They’re both dead. He sees spirits all the time with his third eye.

Who texts the most memes to the other(s)?

Sahed. All. Day. Long.

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

Sahed. He gets in a hurry or is distracted by something, and will leave out a word/group of words kind of important to the sentence, and not realize it before hitting send (he never reads his message before sending).

Who’s a more nervous flyer?

Initially? Julia. She’s never done it before, and things perceived as risky scare her. But after her first flight? She’s fine. Loves the view. Sahed, meanwhile, hates turbulence. He’s already uncomfortable on a plane, as he can’t stretch out his legs and he’s all cramped up, and turbulence makes it worse. He gets cranky and grips the armrests with every bit of turbulence. Julia just pats his hand, gives him a Benadryl, and tells him it’s nap time.

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc?

Oh, they're cute/funny/flirty, definitely. 

Who’s better at writing professional emails?

Oof. They’re both good at it. Difference is, Sahed most of the time doesn’t give a fuck, and won’t bother with emails. Julia will take her time and carefully proof her email before hitting send to ensure that it conveys the right tone, verbiage, and succinctness.

Who steals the other(s)’ food?

Sahed, because he’s an ass. To be fair, he does offer his food to Julia, and wouldn’t be irritated if she sampled off his plate, but she never does. She ordered what she ordered, and that’s what she wanted, so leave her plate alone!

Who’s more willing to commit murder for the other(s)?

Oh, I think they’re equal there. I mean, Julia tried to kill Tonny out of necessity for her own life as well as Kamille’s. I’m not convinced she didn’t have Sahed in mind too when she did it. And we already know through implied admission that Sahed has killed someone before, and he’d literally offered to kill Tonny for her so that she wouldn’t have to. So…yeah. Equal.

Their child is chanting “McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”, who says they have food at home, joins the chant, or buys a single black coffee and leaves?

Sahed says they have food at home. Julia joins the chant—she wasn’t allowed to eat out ever in Kalgratt. Sahed would buy the coffee and leave just to be a butthole, but I feel like he wouldn’t do that unless it was a tease, and he was going to let the wife and kid ‘talk him into going back’ or whatever.

Who uses more slang?

I feel like Sahed just by default. He’s been listening to people coming and going to shows over and over and over again over the decades, so he’s heard more.

Who uses emoticons?

Sahed. Julia is very straight to the point with texts. Plus, I feel like she would just call anyway. She likes the sound of his voice 🥰

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala?

Julia. She’s got Kamille helping her out and sewing her clothes. As for Sahed…we all saw what Kamille did to him. 🤣

Technically, this was supposed to be a post and wait on people to ask, but I'm not built for waiting, so here you are with answers nobody asked for. Enjoy!

[yakuzacanons]

Yakuza Character Drink Headcanons

A brief break from the romance posts since I realize I did two in a row. Also thank you for all of the love you’ve shown my posts. Especially love when y’all write in the tags. Reminder that you can send any submissions or requests of any kind my way. Until then, enjoy this shorter post and I’ll see y’all tomorrow!

Kazuma Kiryu

Mostly drinks just water. Dislikes overly sweet drinks. Will totally go on whiskey distillery tours if given the choice. Favorite alcohol is whiskey. Has never been blackout drunk. When drunk, he just gets tired.

Majima Goro

Likes mildly sweetened drinks as well as sour drinks, like lemonade. Boba weirds him out (”Drinks are for sippin’ Not chewin’ on stuff!”) and he’s not a fan of coffee. Likes all alcohol but loves sharing a beer with Saejima most. A loud menace and easily provoked when drunk.

Saejima Taiga

Black coffee at the start of the day. Likes milkshakes. Fascinated by Ramune (”Why’s this drink got a lil’ ball inside?”) but tends to break them when opening them due to his strength. Favorite alcohol is beer, hands down. Gets hiccups when he drinks but rarely gets more than tipsy.

Akiyama Shun

Drinks mostly fruit juice of any kind. Almost never drinks water, he’s practically a camel. He’s a big fan of champagne but knows it’s not practical so usually gets whiskey or shochu. He’s a flirty drunk and giggles a lot.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Chugs soda like there’s no tomorrow when he’s working. Prefers soda over coffee. During sit down meals, he drinks tea, mostly chrysanthemum tea. Fond of boba drinks. Likes to drink shochu but is a total lightweight.

Ryuji Goda

Really into tea. Especially traditional tea ceremonies. Has his own personal tea set and takes it quite seriously. Honestly doesn’t drink much else. For alcohol, he dabbles in whiskey or champagne but knows his limits very well and will never get publicly drunk.

Mine Yoshitaka

Drinks protein shakes when he works out. Otherwise, it’s mostly water or herbal tea. Is surprisingly into cocktails and finds bartending to be rather interesting. Has a personal minibar at home. Never has more than one drink in public so he never gets drunk outside of his home.

Daigo Dojima

Like Ryuji except with coffee. Very interested in brewing his own coffee and will always take time to brew himself a cup in the morning. Hates instant coffee. Likes rum and whiskey. Drinking gives him headaches so he doesn’t do it often.

Nishikiyama Akira

Smoothies and fruit juice all the way. He does genuinely like the taste but also does it because it’s popular with the ladies. Tries to get into whiskey but really prefers vodka. Not great at knowing his limits with alcohol.

Tachibana Tetsu

It’s coffee in the morning and water at night. Detests soda. The carbonation feels uncomfortable to him. Seldom drinks, mostly because he’s a total lightweight and most alcohol makes him totally nauseous. Likes gin and tonic the most.

Haruka Sawamura

Boba tea drinker. Likes to get all kinds of toppings put into her drink. Blends her own juice at home using fruits from the market. Particularly fond of guava or strawberry juice. Has never tasted alcohol but the smell reminds her of cleaning products.

[charcadett]

may i request uhhh larry x reader hcs 🤩

like reader has the BIGGEST crush on larry but they’re way too anxious to confess. so their pokémon are constantly pushing them towards larry n vice versa so they can confess already. also pls give the reader ghost type pokémon bc i love them so dearly <3 mayhaps you could give them.. non-paldea pokémon like aegislash and cofagrigus bc those are my top favs. it’s up to you tho!!

also for the headcanons you can just include larry’s reaction n what he would do in that situation ^_^

OH! This is so cute. I absolutely adore this idea and I am more than happy to grant you your Cofagrigus and Aegislash dreams. (Very good choice in Pokemon btw.) I very much hope you enjoy!

Larry With Reader Who Is Too Anxious To Confess

- Larry is a very busy man - that overtime isn’t going to work itself - so the time you spend together is rather limited. And rather awkward considering both of your pushy Pokemon who seem to have made it their sole priority to get you to pester you about something or other. (Not that he has much room to talk, his Staraptor manages to nag him at least once per day.) Your Aegislash subtly guiding your hand near his or your Cofagrigus attempting to trip you into him does not work like they want it to. Still, he greatly enjoys your company and his practice at work has honed his skill in ignoring things into a fine blade.

- His self-esteem isn’t the best, so Larry will jump through hoops to find an explanation for your Pokemon’s behavior, no matter how obvious the real answer may be. Come hell or high water, Larry is almost determined to be as dense as humanly possible. He likes you, a lot, and he doesn’t want the friendship you have to be ruined. You can do better than him.

- His Staraptor is worse than your Pokemon combined. It’s fussy and loud. When it’s not plucking stray gray hairs from his head, it’s trying to get the two of you sitting as close as possible. Eventually, after a frustrating amount of mutual pining, it started wreaking havoc on Larry's couch. He knows what Staraptor wants, but he truly doesn’t believe you feel the same.

- You Cofagrigus succeeded once or twice in getting you in his arms. Larry is perceptive when it comes to you, so when he saw you trip, he caught you. His hands lingered on your shoulders for a little too long as he steadied you, and you could see his face turn a cute shade of pink.

- One time, Staraptor got Larry to trip onto you. It did not go as planned. Larry is tall and not exactly coordinated from all those hours sitting at his desk, so he finds himself sprawled on top of you before he realizes it. You’re laughing. You’re laughing when all he wants to do is sink into the dirt and never return. At least it’s a nice laugh.

- Larry eventually confesses after getting a little tipsy at the Treasure Eatery. He had a horrible day at work so you offered to buy drinks. Fortunately, he’s a lightweight with very loose lips, and all those months of build-up come to a head when he confesses. When you tell him you return his feelings, he looks stunned, and when you tell him your Pokemon kept trying to get you to confess, Larry’ll let out a rare laugh. It’s deep and contagious and straight from his gut.

- “Really…? I thought they were sick or something.”

- “Sick for six months?” You laugh.

- He scrubs his face with his hands to hide his blush. “...Yeah.”

[nikofortuna]

JTTW Chapter 19

Chapter 19 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group!

Once again I really like the theme of working for your abilities. Zhu Bajie wasn’t a chosen one, he had to work hard to become an Immortal, though his meeting with the true Immortal was lucky of course.

It’s quite curious how often Sun Wukong has a hard time getting inside caves, either outright by being barred or due to some other thing. Something to keep an eye on.

I believe he didn’t just head back to check in on his Shifu, but also to clarify some things with old Mr. Gao.

In the J. F. Jenner translation after Tang Sanzang asks where Sun Wukong was all night, Wukong says “[h]e's no common or garden ghost” referring to Zhu Bajie, which made me think of the HTTYD books and the common or garden dragon, which is how I managed to figure the meaning. Afterwards I actually looked up the specific meaning of calling something common or garden, which is used to describe something you think is ordinary and not special in any way.

Ah it’s always the problem of appearance. A tale as old as time I feel.

“[A] man who breaks someone's door and enters without permission may be guilty of trespassing” I think that’s not just trespassing, that’s breaking and entering.

‘Ice iron’ sounds like such a JRPG term, I wonder if it’s ever been used as such. It might, but if it hasn’t that’s potential untapped if you ask me.

So it’s been years since Guanyin came by, huh. She must have been quite thorough at surveying the path then if it took this long!

Nice to see they manage to talk it out like that this time. Progress compared to the dragon instance.

Why does Sun Wukong insist on arson? There is a disproportionate amount of arson in relation to him, I wonder if this will persist into later chapters or not. Another thing to keep an eye on!

Okay, so Monkey is Metal and Zhu Bajie is associated with Wood, good let’s keep track of that.

Oh yeah, I can see why people may entertain a ship between those two. This poem just lends itself to that interpretation. Like overtly so.

Tang Sanzang just doesn’t get to actually name anyone. Only ever nicknames, it’s kind of funny.

Also interestingly enough in the J. F. Jenner translation it is Sun Wukong who remarks on their religious names matching.

Sun Wukong admitting to being a lightweight, we love to see a king knowing his limits.

Also very nice that Tang Sanzang allows them to have wine but draws the line at them getting drunk. Reminds me a bit of our lovely Paladin from DnD Honour Among Thieves. He’s got his code, but he is willing to adjust it to work with the world around him.

Hold on a moment, the Eight Rules forbid dancing and music?! I need to look into that a bit more, because if it is how it appears at face value I don’t know how to feel about this.

Very sweet of Sun Wukong to give Gao Cai some of the money!

Verdant returns! Zhu Bajie’s new outfit is actually verdant.

Blue and pink phoenixes you say? Trans pride phoenixes perhaps? That’s what I’m imagining anyway.

Deer check time! In the Chinese original it is a [麋鹿 Mílù] in English known as Père David's deer!

Wait, the guy literally hangs out in a crow’s nest? That’s pretty neat.

Oooh Sha Wujing foreshadowing! No mention of our Bailong Ma this chapter though, sad.

[cevansbrat0007]

The Arrival: Isn’t She Lovely?

Summary: Baby Bianca decides to make her debut to the world

*Warnings: Fluff, Pregnant Reader, Daddy Andy, Scared Andy, Childbirth, Tears, Minors DNI

A/N: This is when Bianca arrives. Hope you enjoy! Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

You sit up in bed, gritting your teeth in pain. You felt…wet. Had you peed yourself? Well, based on how often you went to the bathroom these days, it was certainly a possibility. But why did you hurt so bad?

You were almost a week past your due date, and you were flipping huge. Wait. Was it…was it finally happening? You think to yourself. Yes, yes it was.

Leaning over, you grab your sleeping husband’s shoulder and give it a gentle shake. “Andy.” You whisper. “Andy, baby, wake up.”

He groans and rolls over, throwing an arm over his eyes. And then goes right back to snoring. “Damn it, Andrew!” You slap his chest as another wave of pain courses through you. “Wake up!”

Andy’s eyes shoot open. “Whaa-wha-what’s wrong, Y/N?” He sleepily mumbles.

“We need to go, honey.” You tell him.

“Go where?” He frowns at you.

“Hospital. I’m pretty sure my water broke and -”

“Hospital?!” He screeches. “Shit!” He rolls away from you so fast that he falls out of bed with a thunk. Your man recovers quickly, however, and begins frantically running around the room. He hurriedly changes out of his pajamas, opting for sweatpants and tee. And then he grabs some pants for you to go under your lilac colored nightgown. He helps you put them on before gently assisting you out of bed.

“I got you, baby.” He tells you. “Let me get you down the stairs and into the car.” Which he does. He actually picks you up and carries you down the freaking stairs. Okay, Big Man. 

Andy bundles you up in a jacket and puts you in the car. And then you’re off. 

You’re pretty sure that your man breaks all of the speed limits, but he doesn’t care. He’s the freaking District Attorney. He lightweight wished that someone would try to stop him.

“We’re almost there, Y/N. You doing okay, baby girl?” You nod, holding his hand. 

You breathe an anxious sigh of relief when Andy finally pulls up to the entrance of the Emergency Room. It was finally gonna happen. You were finally gonna get to meet your Bibbity Boop!

Andy quickly reaches behind him to grab the bag you’d had packed for months and slings it over his shoulder, before opening his car door and rushing towards the entry-way. 

Wait. You think to yourself. What…what about me? Had your man just left you in the car? Jesus Christ!

You open your own door and slowly climb out. Damn it, Andy!

___

Andy rushes into the ER and up to the counter. “Help! My wife - she - she’s in labor. We’re having a baby!”

“Um, okay, sir. We’ll get her taken care of immediately. But, uh, where is she?” He pauses and looks around. “What do you mean where -?” And then it dawns on him. “Fuck! I left my wife in the fucking car!” And then he runs back out the way he came. “I am an idiot!”

Your frantic husband runs past you as you waddle through the sliding doors. “Can’t believe I forgot my wife!” He mumbles, not even realizing that you’d made it in on your own. Oh well, he’d come back. He always did. Your hubby was loyal like that.

You wave at the receptionist working at the front desk. “Hi!” You eek out.

“Oh, you must be the wife.” She greets you as she tells an attendant to grab a wheelchair. 

“Of the handsome lunatic who just ran out of here? Yep. Guilty as charged.” Someone is kind enough to help you sit, as you wait for Andy to return. You rest your hand on your belly, rubbing it every now and then. 

A few moments later, Andy runs back into the hospital waiting room, his eyes wild. “Help! My wife, she’s missing! She’s -”

“Right here, Big Man.” You call out, interrupting his inevitable panic attack. “You ran past me, honey.”

“Oh, thank god.” His large body sags in relief. “Oh…”

“Well now that you’re both here, together.” The woman gives you a wink. “Let’s get you up to labor and delivery, shall we? We’ll send up the necessary paperwork.”

“That would be great.” You tell her with a smile. 

___

You’re all settled in your room. Staff had notified your OBGYN, and they were on their way. The pain had calmed down somewhat, but the physician on rotation had confirmed it: 

You were in labor. 

“Andy, baby.” You call out to the man who is currently pacing the floor. “Baby, come sit and hold my hand.” You reach out to him, wiggling your fingers.

“Y/N, how are you? I’m sorry I forgot you in the car. I’m sorry that I -”

“Stop it, sweetheart. You’re alright. If I was in your position, I might have done the same. I love you.” You press three kisses to his large, warm hand. 

Andy kisses your forehead. “We’re all gonna be fine. Our princess is gonna be here before we know it.” You tell him with a certainty. 

___

Twenty Hours Later…

“C’mon, baby. Just one more lap.” Andy croons into your ear. They had said that walking might help. Fuckers.

Kiss me one more time and I’ll gut you. You think to yourself. And ooh, if that lovely man at your side offered to take the pain and discomfort from you one more time…”if he could”, you would strangle him. What a lucky prospect that he was already in a hospital. 

You’d done so many laps around this floor that you could fucking work here. This baby just would not come. Oh, you were uncomfortable, and you were in pain, but did she seem to care? Nope. 

You’d even tried dancing. And you’d made your husband get in on it too. You’d blasted songs like Britney Spears‘ Work Bitch. Followed by Shining, featuring Beyonce, Jay-Z, and DJ Khalid. And then it was Can’t Stop the Feeling, by Justin Timberlake. Oh, your weary body had went through your whole damned playlist.

Did it work? Ehhh…no.

___

Seventeen Hours Later…

“Okay, look at that, we see the head. Give us another push. C’mon honey, I’ve known you for months. You are strong.” Your OBGYN urges you with conviction. “You’ve got this!”

Gripping the covers and screaming through clenched teeth, you give in to your body’s need to push and fucking do it.

“Daddy.” Dr, Wilson looks at your husband, who is currently stroking your leg as he holds it open. “You wanna help deliver your baby girl?”

Andy looks at you. “Do it.” You tell him. “It’s okay. Do it.”

He walks around to the physician’s perch to help play catcher. “One more push, honey, and your girl will be out. Just one more. I know you’ve got it in you. I know it!”

��I know it too, Y/N. I know it! You are the strongest person I have ever fucking met. Just one more push, baby. Just one more!” Andy coaches you.

You do it again. Only feeling a sense of relief when you hear your child cry. “Good job, Mama.” Wilson calls. “Great job!”

“She’s here, baby.” Andy tells you from his place between your legs. “Oh, baby, she’s here!”

You start to sob, unable to control yourself. All that fucking pain for the perfect end. “Andy, is she okay?”

“She’s perfect, she’s so goddamned perfect I can’t stand it.” 

“Daddy? Would you like to cut the cord?” Andy does so without hesitation. “Let us get her weighed and cleaned up a little and then we’ll hand her over, alright?”

“Alright.” Your husband is immediately back at your side. He nuzzles your sweaty face, giving you kisses. “Baby, you did so good. You’re like an Amazon Warrior or some shit. A goddamned queen. My god, I don’t even have the words. I’m so proud of you. I love you.” His lips keep peppering your face with kisses. 

You’re still crying. “Andy, Andy, Andy!” 

“Tell me what you need, baby.” He’s back to holding your hand. 

“I need to hold her, and hold you!” You whimper. “Need to hold the two people I love the most. Need my family!”

Your words make Andy tear up even more. “Baby, they’re just cleaning her up a little. But we’re right here. The three of us are right here. Together.”

“Here she is!” Says a nurse. “7lbs and 8oz.” She places your BiBi on your chest. “Do we have a name?  

“Bianca Maria Barber.” You tell her. And then you snuggle your baby. 

“Hi baby, hi!” Your voice is thick with an emotion you can’t seem to control. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Daddy have been waiting for so long.” She nuzzles against you, still upset about her former home being upended the way it was. “We’ve dreamed about you, you know. What you’d look like. Your little personality. And my god, you are gorgeous. Andrew, look at this full head of hair.”

“I know, Y/N. Honey, she looks just like you.” 

You softly giggle through the tears that just would not stop. “She has your lips, Andy. Look at that little cleft right above her mouth.”

“But she has your nose.” He responds. “Let’s be honest. Neither of us care what she looks like. She’s here, our sweet little baby is here. After all this time.”

“Andy,” you whisper, having the most bizarre thought. “I just realized that today is your birthday, sweetheart. And I didn’t get you anything.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Once you both have the all clear, he takes off his scrubs and his shirt and holds little Bianca to his bare chest. He had read a lot about the importance of skin to skin contact.

“You just gave me the best gift I could ever receive.” Bianca reaches a super tiny hand out to grasp your finger.

“And I will love you forever for it.” 

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Imagine drinking moonshine with Forrest and (unintentionally) becoming tipsy.

TH Masterlist

- It’s no surprise Forrest knows how to hold his liquor. However, when he gets drunk, he gets absolutely ossified.

- But tonight he drinks even less than he usually does.

- Because he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself.

- He’d seen you leave the office earlier. He just came up the stairs as you left through the front door. You held it open for him, but he didn’t walk on as he usually does when it’s someone else.

- “Where you goin’?”

- “Home. I…,” you breath tapered and you swallowed hard to conceal your hurt as best as possible, “I didn’t make it. We terminated my contract and I’ve handed over my stuff.”

- His eyes flitted across your face, frantically looking for a lie that wasn’t there.

- You mustered your kindest smile. “Goodbye, Forrest.”

- You made to move past him, but he grabbed your arm like he did the night he dropped you off at the central station for the first time.

- You gave him a quizzical look.

- “Can we… during my break… coffee? You. Me.” His breath hitched and he grabbed you a little tighter. “Have a drink? After work?”

- He bit his lip and looked at you through his lashes, blue eyes luminous but shut away behind a thick wall of timidity. “At my place?”

- Knowing him enough to be certain he harbours no ill intentions towards you, you agreed.

- So here you are, seated on a worn leather couch in his apartment. The interior mixes modern luxury with rustic cabin vibes. Various wood tones are worked into decorations and bigger furniture pieces like the coffee table in front of the hearth, one of Forrest’s old weekend projects.

- The scent of cedar mixed with black tea, raspberries, and sandalwood hangs in the air while you two sit in front of the fire. In your hands, you hold the latest invention of the Bondurant brothers; pumpkin spice moonshine.

- If it isn’t the strong alcohol percentage that makes you choke, it’s the very strong presence of cinnamon. All the same, it makes for an easy drink.

- Being a lightweight, one glass is already enough to make you feel lightheaded. But one glass follows another and after the third you’re heavily leaning on the burly bear of a man next to you.

- In the meanwhile, there’s little conversation. In part because you share the language of silence, comfortable with one another without the need for words. But it’s also due to Forrest not knowing what else to talk about and not wanting to pry into what happened earlier that morning.

- Nonetheless, although he won’t admit it outright or even to himself, he’s glad you’re no longer colleagues for a very shallow reason.

- You’re no longer off-limits.

- He hates himself for using your state to push his own agenda a little bit, but he weaves his fingers through yours. You blink in surprise, but hum and snuggle up into him further while looking at your hands.

- “Can’t let you go home in this state.”

- “But I can’t stay here. I don’t wanna…” you frown, at a loss for words. It seems your brain has lost the battle war with the booze in your veins, rendering you unable to form a single coherent sentence. Doesn’t help his body is really warm and his mere presence offers the type of comfort you’ve been needing all day. “You know.”

- And he does, because he doesn’t need words to form a crystal clear explanation. “You won’t be. You sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep here.”

- “Grumpy wolf.” You chuckle at yourself. “Curled up by the fire.”

- The thought that passes through his mind at that moment?

- I’d rather be curled up next to you.

- “C’mon, time for bed.”

- “I’m not sleepy,” you protest, clutching his arm. “Stay here. At least for a little while longer.”

- He groans and then lets out a deep sigh through his nose as a smile slowly spreads on his lips. “You’re starting to talk nonsense. I’ll see if I have a toothbrush lying around too.”

- Gently he frees himself from your grip to prep his bedroom and find you your own toothbrush as well as pyjamas. He catches himself standing in front of his closet, smiling at the shirt and cardigan in his hands.

- Dreaming of how you’d look in them.

- Like you’re his.

- Woken up next to him.

- Back in the living room, he sees you’ve fallen asleep. You’ve toppled over and are basically sprawled over the couch.

- He grumbles about how you just had to fall asleep in the worst possible posture. Forrest picks you up and immediately stops his grumpy rambling when you curl up into his chest, humming contently.

- But it’s not only that which makes his heart stop.

- It’s also the prospect of having to dress you in the pyjamas he’s prepared for you. Now, of course he could put you to bed dressed as you are, but he wants you to be as comfortable as possible. And wearing jeans to bed is anything but that.

- He’s glad you’re sound asleep because you won’t be able to see how red he is while carefully manoeuvring you out of your clothes and into his shirt and cardigan. All the while, he makes sure not to touch you inappropriately, being wary about where his fingers touch you.

- He remains seated on the edge of the bed for a moment after he’s tucked you in. On the one hand, he’s overjoyed you’re with him, in his bed, safe and sound. On the other, he feels guilty since it’s because you lost your job you’re here.

- He runs a hand through your hair before he gets ready for a night on the couch.

- Come morn, you wake up to a glass of water with painkillers next to it as well as a wee note stating: “In case you need it”.

- You smile, take a painkiller, drink the water, and look down at your pyjamas. Had it been anyone else, you would have dreaded the thought at likely having been touched inappropriately. However, when it comes to Forrest, you don’t need that type of reassurance. Instinctively you know he respected you even in your unconscious state.

- In the kitchen, Forrest is busy making pancakes. The table has already been set. A pot of steaming coffee, yogurt with fresh fruits, a big mason jar filled with orange juice, and a reed basket with croissants and pains aux chocolates line the middle of the table.

- “Sleep well?” Forrest asks, briefly looking away from the pan. He’s clad in loose grey sweatpants, a matching cardigan, and a dark blue shirt portraying a dog snout. On his nose balances a pair of thick black glasses.

- “I did.” You stretch and bite your lip, only now aware of the trouble you caused last night. “Thanks for letting me stay. You didn’t have to.”

- “‘Course I did. It would’ve been irresponsible to let you go home when you’re not steady on your feet.” He gestures at the table with his spatula. “Sit. Eat.”

- “You had to sleep on the couch, though,” you mumble as you settle on the chair facing the kitchen. It’s not a bad view to wake up to, messy brown locks and broad shoulders working hard to put proper grub on the table.

- He puts a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes between the mason jar with orange juice and pot of coffee. “Dig in.”

- “Forrest?”

- “Hm?” He looks at you over the rim of his coffee cup. Normally he reads the paper during breakfast, but he gladly makes an exception for his secret favourite person.

- His secret girl.

- “Next time, sleep next to me. I was cold.”

- He almost spits out his coffee and quickly grabs the newspaper to hide his beet red face behind. Under his breath, though still crystal clear, he mumbles: “Next time.”

- And all the times to come.

Let’s end with the wee treasure I found;

Imagine doing this with him after some rounds of very steamy (and very passionate) sex🥰🤤

I went off with this one, but I have so many feels and Forrest is simply still one of my faves to write😅🥰

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