#drunk and flustered

[birdieistheewordie]

not quite his scene but she defintly could be | harry x estella (oc) | pt. 1

AHHHH OKOK HERE I GO. it's been YEARS since i've published anything i've written pls be nice i'm a nervy gal. here's the mess that is estella and harry.

word count: 600+

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Harry didn’t like coming to places like this. 

Music blared. Alcohol reeked. Drunk people shouted. His ears rang. Even tipsy, Harry hated clubs – even this one, which advertises “erotic experiances” on the website. In reality, it was a sex club with more clothes and fewer people fucking in front of you. It was a soft introduction to a real sex club. 

Harry only came because Niall begged him to. His girlfriend, Amelia, was dancing tonight. As impressive a performer as she was, it still felt weird watching your best mate’s girl strip on stage. Let alone tuck a few bills into her waistband. 

That’s not Harry.   

“What’s with the miserable look?” Niall laughed, one arm lazily wrapped around Amelia’s waist. 

Harry swirled the three ice cubes in his whiskey glass. “Told you m’not the biggest fan of clubs.” He quickly looked at Amelia. “Nothing against you, of course.”

“No offense taken, H” She giggles, spinning the straw in a fruity drink. “Most of us don’t like it either. 

“You should introduce him to Es!” Niall said, suddenly excited. 

Amelia beams. “You are so smart! They’ll love each other.” She turned to Harry quickly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “She’s another dancer – super sweet, hell of a performer, and like…annoyingly hot”

Before Harry can protest or say no, Amelia pulls him out of his seat and toward the backstage hallway, chattering about Estella – “or Es, or Essie, depending on the day.” In all honesty, Harry wasn’t listening. The hallway spun slightly, the music falling behind them, and his anxiety growing ahead of him. 

He’d heard of Estella before. A friend of Niall’s from uni. They fooled around a bit, supposedly before Amelia came around. That’s all he knew.

Backstage, the energy was different. Glittery heels clicked past, the walls buzzed with a mix of cheap and expensive perfume and low voices. The two turn around a corner and Amelia knocked gently on a door.

“Essie? I’ve got someone for you to meet!”

She stood in front of a floor-length mirror, lashes halfway on. She looked like velvet. Like a flickering flame. Like every dream Harry wished for but never admitted to having. 

“This is Harry,” Amelia smiles, a knowing look on her lips. What she knows? Harry’s clueless. “You two…will get alone just fine.”

Then, she was gone, the sound of the dressing room door clicking shut. 

“Hi there,” She extends a manicured hand. Soft pink nail polish with an almond shape, making Harry feel insecure about his chipping and awfully painted black polish. “I’m Estella. Or Es. Or Essie.”

Harry laughed nervously, taking her hand. “I’m Harry. Or, H.”

Her robe was black silk, trimmed with fluff. Her socks were pink and frilly, lace tickling her ankles. Her eyeshadow glittered like pink champagne. And Harry…he couldn’t stop staring. 

“You were…amazing tonight,” he blurts, cheeks red once he realizes he’s said his thoughts out loud. 

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” She smiled, sweet and lethal. “So…what’s a quiet guy like you doing here?”

Smiled. She's...smiling? 

Harry sat without a second thought when she tapped the seat beside her. “You caught me,” He laughs nervously. “This isn’t...quite my scene. Niall dragged me here for…inspiration?” He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Maybe he was a little drunk, but the way her lips moved while she was talking was like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t stop watching. 

“Inspiration for what exactly?” Her brow quirked, a subtle look Harry wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t three glasses of whiskey in. He can’t take his eyes off her, the subtle sheen of her skin, the way her lashes reached her eyebrows, the sweet and defined point of her cupid’s bow.

“Uh… music. I write music.” He nodded, offering a smile that was both sheepish and practiced. It was technically true, though he couldn’t help the flicker of disappointment that she didn’t seem to recognize him. Given her history with Niall, he’d assumed she might. 

But whiskey always had a way of making him more vulnerable than he wanted to be.

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click here for the second part if i sparked your interest :)

HOWD I DO? HOWD I DO? ill post the next one eventully i just wanna be mysterious. share or like or reblog to even just read and ill give you a kiss! THANK YOU MWAH BYEBYEBYE <33333

[stardew-shitposterino]

[cylove]

pre-battle of fairy tail fraxus yay

[iwaasfairy]

cause when he loves me…

caleb doing ‘just big brother things’ aka I love them I do I really doooooo. art by me

[generalsdiary]

drunk alhaitham who yaps about the improvements the sumeru education system should make & kaveh, also drunk, attentively listening- the literal most beautiful man in whole of sumeru, with sparkly red eyes, messy blond hair, and a soft blush across his cheeks, with his full attention on the autistic scribe. flustering alhaitham to the point he stops mid sentence, averting his eyes, "oh fuck."

[morningstarwrites]

Is there going to be scene where Lucifer gets a tad drunk and starts flirting with Alastor (who is sober)? I was thinking it would be funnier that if does happen, Alastor starts getting really flustered and has to take him away from public (the hotel) because they are still keeping it under wraps. And then Lucifer remembers everything the next morning. I think it would be interesting with the wager they made in the most recent chapter.

Sorry if this sounds weird. I am not good at communicating ideas.

PS: I love your story so much!!!!

Thank you aw, I'm so happy you like my story!!! And appreciate you leaving me a message <3

I LOVEEEE ITTTTT!!! The second I read your ask I WROTE A DRAFT FOR IT, ALSO YOUR IDEA LITERALLY MADE ME GO

[ldpdluvr]

one night, freshly turned louis feeds from lestat and he drinks so much that lestat carefully cradles his head in both of his big palms and gently pulls him away from his neck "mon cher, i have no more to give", he doesn't want to stop him but he's feeling faint and hungry again "I will go feed and come back home to you, saint louis"

in response louis looks up at him with big round eyes that hold so much hurt in them, lestat said he would take care of him, so why is he stopping him from feeding from him? he promised that he would give him the world so why can't he give him this? and now he wants to leave louis alone to go hunt..?

lestat obviously isn't privy to louis' thoughts anymore but he can see the glassiness that covers his eyes, he can see the sad frown on his face, he notices the way louis is looking at him but not really seeing him and decides that he won't can't leave him alone in this state

so he gathers louis further into his arms, pulls him onto his lap and holds him throughout the rest of the night, occasionally rubbing a hand down his back as if he's comforting a frightened puppy, and peppers kisses on his forehead, nose and cheeks because louis' makes a cute lil sound every single time that he does

When louis eventually comes back to himself he's a bit embarrassed by his actions and tries to pull away but lestat doesn't let him ofc, he holds him tighter and tells louis how sweet he was for him "louis you never told me just how much you liked my blood" he says, his smile evident in his voice

by the time sunrise comes, they have made their way to the coffin and louis is snuggled up to lestat with his face once again in his neck (this is louis comfort place), lestat has his arms wrapped tightly around him and just like that, completely surrounded by each other they fall into a deep sleep.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Yuri on Ice x Rangshi Edit

Putting the real yuri in Yuri on Ice. >:3c Aka "I wanted a reason to edit Rangi drunk and then I spiraled outta control into four more pics TT0TTεミ(ο_ _)ο"

[buff-muffin]

I wanna believe oh so badly when Ace got his devil fruit he felt so bad for how much shit he was giving Luffy about his. Like Luffy struggled to bathe by himself without drowning in that damn barrel. The way he would somehow start drowning in knee deep water. As kids it looked like Luffy was just weak. But the first bath he had after eating the flame-flame fruit was an EXPERIENCE

[lokiusly]

[kennahjune]

Flustered (But He’d Never Admit It)

Thanks so much to @rogueddie for letting me write this based on their post!!

( @steddiewithachance )

Desperately hope it lives up to standard 🫡

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Eddie hadn’t planned on going out, really.

It was a Saturday and he looked forwards to sleeping until noon the next day. Maybe bothering Steve and Robin in Family Video at some point if he decided to grace the people of Hawkins with his presence.

But Nancy of all people had asked him to come. And when Big Wheels asked him to do something, Eddie sure as shit did it.

So he sat in the living room of Steve’s no-longer-really-scarily-empty house. Because Mr and Mrs. Harrington left after the earthquakes and gave the house to Steve. He’s been steadily personalizing it.

Eddie sat between Argyle and Robin on the couch, letting his gaze wander around and land on each photo hanging on the walls.

Nancy and Jonathan sat across from them on the other couch, Nancy’s feet thrown in Jonathan’s lap while he gently rubbed her calfs.

Eddie wasn’t listening too intently to the bickering going on around him, his mind in other places while waiting for Steve.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP, DINGUS!” Robin yelled. Speak of the Devil.

Eddie flinched, as Robin was directly in his fucking ear. He shot her a glare that she returned with a punch to the shoulder.

“HOLD YOUR HORSES, DIMWIT, IM DONE!” was what Steve yelled back from upstairs. Eddie and Argyle snorted at Robin’s offended gasp.

Steve appeared in the living room a few seconds later, struggling to tie his sneakers while hopping on one foot.

“You look like a worm,” Argyle pointed out helpfully.

Steve nearly face planted after he was done, his arms flailing and his hand catching on the back of Jonathan’s head.

“Ouch, dude!!” Jonathan yelled when Steve pulled his hair. Nancy and Robin absolutely cackled at Steve’s unapologetic shrug.

“My bad.”

Jonathan glared and rubbed the back of his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Steve fluttered his eyelashes and put a hand on his chest. “You think I’m cute, Jonny? Why, you might as well get down on one knee!”

Robin clapped obnoxiously. “Congratulations on your engagement!”

Nancy gasped, pretending to clutch her pearls. “Jonathan! Another woman? How could you!?”

Jonathan groaned and threw his head back.

“See what you’re doing to this family, Jon!?” Eddie suddenly joined in, surprising a laugh out of everyone; even Jonathan, despite his efforts to remain angry-seeming.

Argyle whistled when they calmed down. “Damn, Stevie. Is that the shirt I got you?”

Robin perked up. “Hey! That’s my button up!”

Steve planted his hands on his hips. “And those are my earrings.”

Robin huffed and rolled her eyes, pretending to pout.

The outfit Steve wore was unlike what Eddie normally saw him in. The same blue jeans as always, though these ones seemed to hug his ass and thighs more (a detail Eddie most certainly saved for later). The button up (that was apparently Robin’s) was white pinstriped, hanging open and unbuttoned to show off the light purple, sleeveless turtle neck (that Argyle got him, apparently).

Eddie kinda wanted to bite him.

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Jonathan and Steve were designated drivers. So everyone split between the two cars; Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle in one and Robin, Steve and Eddie in the other.

The bar they went to was a small one but was still packed on such a fine Saturday night. The group was quick to find a corner booth to seat all six of them.

Argyle payed for the first round of drinks, everyone just getting beer. But they were all quick to get to the vodka and other shit.

“You not gonna drink anything else, Stevie?” Eddie asked at one point when he noticed Steve was still nursing his first beer.

“Designated driver, remember?”

Eddie hummed and took his last shot, barely buzzed despite drinking so much already. “I could drive us back if you wanna just drink with everyone else.”

Steve eyed him and didn’t respond for a moment. Eddie was ready to take the offer back, play it off as a joke. It wasn’t even like he said anything flirty or whatever! Steve just made him nervous like that.

“Are you sure?” Steve finally asked, his voice timid even as he raised it to be heard over the music.

Eddie grinned. “‘Course, darlin. Lemme take care of it.”

Steve turned away and downed the rest of his beer quickly. Eddie turned back to Argyle and Nancy’s conversation and failed to see the deep red flush overtaking Steve’s ears.

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That was maybe 20 minutes ago.

At this point in time, Steve was definitely passed buzzed and well on his way to drunk.

He was sandwiched between Eddie and Robin, his head leaning on Robin’s shoulder and his hand playing distractingly and absentmindedly with Eddie’s jacket sleeve.

Eddie tried to ignore how sweet Steve looked, his face flushed with the pleasant buzz and his hair kind of getting floppy because he kept playing with it. He looked so cute listening to Jonathan but still so spaced out and almost floaty.

Eddie kind of really maybe wanted to bite him. Maybe make him cry.

Jesus H Christ.

He took a big drink of his water. “I think I’m gonna head out for a smoke, be back in a few.” Eddie carefully removed his sleeve from Steve’s grasp, fighting off the cooing he so desperately wanted to do at the pout the other gave him for it.

Eddie left in no time, letting himself out into an alley next to the bar. His cigarette was short-lived and he went for another 2 after his first.

He refused to let his mind wander, instead focusing on the burn in his throat and the smoke in his lungs. He was sufficiently calmed down after an extra moment, finally going back in after what had to have been just shy of 10 minutes.

Maybe he should’ve stayed outside.

Because Steve was drunk now, to the point that Nancy had cut him off.

It was in that moment, walking back to the booth, that Eddie fully realized he’d never seen Steve drunk.

When Eddie came into sight of the table, Steve immediately jumped up in his seat and reached obnoxiously over the table to wave at him. It was adorably reminiscent of a 5 year old and a little puppy.

Eddie failed to keep the soft grin off his face. Not that he was really trying.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie greeted softly when sitting back down next to him.

“Hi, Ed!” Steve exclaimed loudly and excitedly, basically bouncing in place. Eddie really should’ve stayed outside.

“Steve’s a little drunk, don’t hold anything he may say or do against him.” Jonathan joked from across from them. Or, it seemed like a joke. His expression was playful but his tone was more serious than it let on.

“Oh? A little drunk? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited.” Eddie snickered.

“Hey!” Steve smacked at Eddie’s shoulder and immediately grabbed his arm afterwards, wrapping himself around it and holding on. Eddie felt himself grow hot under his shirt collar. “I’m always excited to see you, doofus.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. This was news to him. He shot a look to Jonathan who waved him off, turning to talk with Robin instead.

Eddie put his free hand over one of Steve’s. “Oh yeah, darlin? That’s news to me.”

Eddie watched in delight while a steady blush crept down Steve’s neck. He grinned dopily at Eddie, all teeth and gums and scrunched up nose. It was ridiculously endearing.

“Huuuuuussshhhh.” Steve pointed at him, his arm like a wobbly noodle and uncoordinated; he nearly smacked Eddie in the face. “‘Course ‘m always excited to see you. You’re you!”

Eddie stuck his tongue behind his bottom lip to avoid grinning like an idiot. Steve’s eyes followed.

“Alright, dork. I think it’s time to take you home.”

Steve squawked at being called a dork. Insisting Eddie was the biggest dork he’d ever met.

“You’re a Dork with a capital D!” Steve insisted while they weaved through the crowd. Eddie was taking Steve home early with Robin catching a ride with Jonathan.

Eddie snorted, holding back a comment on ‘capital D’ anything. He had a firm grip on Steve’s wrist, as his drunken friend got distracted at every little thing. After he ran off to talk to some stranger “because they had shiny earrings! I needed to know where they were from, Edd!” Eddie wasn’t taking any chances.

He had to physically buckle Steve up for him in the beemer, leaning over him and clicking it into place. Eddie chose to ignore the raging blush on Steve’s face in favor of a simple smirk.

Steve wouldn’t stop talking the entire ride and Eddie loved it.

“I really wanted to play volleyball as a kid but my dad refused because he thought it was too girly— and than I wanted to play hockey! And I would’ve if my mom wasn’t so adamant about it being too ‘aggressive’ and my dad just going along with it because he couldn’t care less either way— oh!! And then I played soccer for a little bit! Did you know Robin plays soccer? I think she used to be on the track team, too—“

Eddie couldn’t stop grinning. (He made a silent promise to ask Argyle about volleyball so he could play with Steve at some point.)

When he took the turn to Loch Nora Steve went quiet. A brief glance told Eddie he was staring out the window. He let him have another moment before speaking.

“You alright, Stevie?”

Steve’s response was delayed, his voice quieter than it has been all night. “Yeah, ‘m good.”

“You sure? You went awfully quiet over there, darling.” Eddie couldn’t stop the faintly concerned glance he shot to the side.

“Yeah.”

Eddie pulled over to the side of a fancy road, one side houses with huge yards and the other the trees spanning out into the woods. Steve jolted at the stop, glancing at Eddie’s faint reflection in the window.

Eddie twisted in his seat, reaching over to tap on Steve’s thigh to get his attention. When Steve looked over at Eddie he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Why’d ya stop?”

“Cause somethin’s wrong and you’re not explaining.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “Sorry.”

Eddie smiled softly. “You don’t have to apologize, Stevie. I just need to know what’s wrong so I’m not sending you home while you’re in a bad place.”

Steve’s shoulders hiked up slightly. “Doesn’ matter.”

Eddie huffed, stopping his tapping on Steve’s thigh in favor of grabbing it gently. “Of course it does, sweetheart. If it’s affectin’ you this much it’s gotta matter a lot.”

Steve shrugged, trying to look away. Eddie let him, but kept his hand on his thigh and squeezed twice. Just to let him know he was there.

They were both silent for a moment. The two. Then—

“Don’t wanna.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Don’t wanna what?”

Steve response was slow, quiet. “Go home. Too quiet.”

Eddie’s breath left him in a quiet rush. Even if Steve was slowly making the Harrington estate more ‘him’, the memories it held would most likely prevent it from ever being ‘home’.

“You wanna go back to the trailer with me?” Eddie found himself asking.

Steve’s nod was hesitant, shaky like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Eddie decided he was going to keep Steve at the trailer for as long as he can get away with this weekend.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get goin then, yeah?” He patted Steve’s thigh twice and turned back to resume driving.

Steve remained quiet the rest of the drive, but he hummed along to the radio so Eddie deemed him a little better.

He parked on the side of the road, leaving the space next to the van open for Wayne’s truck when he got home in the morning.

Eddie had to help Steve up the porch stairs, letting him lean on his shoulder while fumbling with his keys. Steve was still humming to the last song that played on the radio.

Eddie gave Steve a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and silently praised himself for the flush settling down Steve’s neck. But then there was a flush settling down Eddie’s neck because Steve looked really good in his clothes.

They shared the bed like they usually did when they spent the night at each others places. Eddie took the spot by the wall and Steve climbed in to face the door. Eddie wrapped himself around Steve’s back with a hand on his waist and another under his head.

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Did this take over a month? Nope. (Ssshhhhhhh)

I’m my defense: my biggest hyper fixation atm is ATLA 🤷

Am I happy with this? No, not really.

Am I posting it anyway? Sure am🧍.

Have fun with it ✌️

[psy-ay-ay]

[thiamblogger]

since it's almost halloween, is there a way i request party fics?

[ohposhers]

I don’t think you’ll get him (I have a guess on who you’d actually get), but I wanna see if you get my one trolls franchise answer https://uquiz.com/siPota

alllright i'll bite, i love doing character quizzes there were a lot of questions i had more than one answer for and just had to pick one at random so that probably played a part in who i got

unfortunately i dont really think this is accurate for me at all-- while the nostalgic/born in the wrong time is accurate i sadly LOVE clubbing and substance abuse and never pass on the opportunity to do so </3 im also never angry and i love my mom :(( maybe i'll have to redo the test with the other answers i wanted to go with hahah this was fun ty for the quiz im so nostalgic for character quizzes

[neonhellscape]

Emilion von Valancius everybody. the voidship's local older butch who got out of sanctioning about a month and a half ago, did a week in the militarum where she mostly started trying to set up contraband trading, then got brought in by theodora.

she lived on a forge world and spent most of her time fixing things that were below tech priests focus [shes who you call in to fix your printer or change a lightbulb if you dont want a 5 month wait for a moderately pissed off tech priest to walk in beep at you then walk out] so she knows her way around a reasonable amount of tech and considering she isnt adding to pasqal's stress [destroying things] he'll tolerate it. she also keeps calling abelard a cute young man [he is older than her fyi and she's gay shes not interested, but she holds both points are still true] and he gets this mild polite little blush every time

[raymoo--hackery]

unstoppable intimidating loyal bodyguard experiences a hangover for the first time ever and she is Not having fun.