#grabbing her throat and pouring liquor in her mouth

[chrollohearttags]

y’all hear me out rq…a black!fem country singer with southern boy!jean as the love interest in her video and the tension is brazy cause he finer than a bitch and you finer than a bitch too..y’all touching all over each other so he handles it once y’all are done shooting—

[ghouljams]

This time of year is prime time for bonfires in the south!! Just had one the other night and tried to scare some of my friends with some spooky stories and can’t stop thinking about trying (and failing) to do this to cowboy ghost hahahaha

Bonfires are my favorite! My family is full of pyromaniacs and our bonfires have gotten the fire department called numerous times. Once someone thought a house was on fire, very fun. Let's do more drunk cowboy fun, pre-"I want you to have my babies".

Birdie swings you around in front of the bonfire, the tiny tinny speaker playing some swinging murder ballad you think would really be more appropriate without your boyfriends around. You giggle as she holds her arm up to spin you before pulling you in close again.

“Wait, wait,” You laugh as you stumble, “Bird, I’m in deep I can’t-” You laugh more feeling her let you go to wiggle her shoulders at you. She turns to hold her hands out to Gaz.

“Come on quiet boy, you don’t got the spins, do ya?” She wiggles her fingers, pulling Gaz up out of his folding chair to dance. You take the opportunity to join Simon over by the folding table turned makeshift bar. 

“Made that happen once,” Simon is telling Moon, he holds his thumbs out and turns them with a pop noise, “blind, easy as you like.”

“Gross,” Moon says, without a hint of disgust. You reach between them to pour two shots of crystal moonshine, and slide one to Simon. You position yourself so Moon can’t see him tug his mask down and take the shot with you. The burn of it makes your throat itch something fierce, you can’t imagine it’s any better for him.

“You know you don’t have to keep up with me,” You tell him. Simon reaches for the canned peaches and spears one with the provided fork.

“You think I can’t?” He asks, popping the golden fruit in his mouth as a chaser before pulling his mask back into position.

“Didn’t say that.” Truth be told, the only reason you’re drinking so much is because he’s following you. Because every time you pour a shot you get to see his face again. Simon’s hands grip your thighs, pulling you between his legs. The heat of the bonfire on your back doesn’t have anything on the heat from Simon’s eyes as he looks up at you from his seat. “You having fun, Cowboy?” You ask, cupping his cheek.

“I’m having fun,” He hums.

“You gonna throw up?” Simon snorts, batting your hand away.

“I haven’t thrown up since I was 19, Moon’s shite liquor isn’t about to change that.”

“You don’t have to drink it,” Moon gripes from the other side of the table, “Ungrateful bastard.”

Simon rolls his eyes, you smile a little to yourself. It’s nice seeing him out of his shell. The fire flares loudly behind you. The rush of heat making Simon lean to peak around you at the blaze.

“Where the fuck did he get that?”

You turn to look and- You think maybe you shouldn't have told Soap to "go wild" with the bonfire. He's got a super soaker full of something, smells like lighter fluid, that he’s spraying on the fire to coax it bigger. As if he hadn’t loaded the thing with enough pallets and kindling to melt glass. All in all, very impressive, you think. You wonder how long it'll be 'til someone reports it.

“Get that away from him before he sets himself on fire.” You tell Simon, who’s already standing up to do just that.

You steal his seat, watching with Moon as your two professional killers wrestle for the rainbow water gun. Soap’s indignant shouts are almost as funny as watching Gaz jump on his back to try and give Simon the upperhand. They fight like kids, you hope it’s the alcohol that’s making them uncoordinated. You're not sure Gaz even knows what they're supposed to be fighting over, rolling in the grass and trying to grapple Soap as Simon looks for an angle to grab the soaker. Birdie cheers excitedly from the sidelines as Simon finally yanks the gun from Soap’s hands and is almost immediately tackled by both sergeants.

"Bunch of idiots," Moon mumbles, but you can see her smile.

"Your idiot started it," You tell her, watching Simon push at Soap's grinning face as Gaz tries to put him in a headlock.

"You think Birdie's gonna jump in?" You both watch her bouncing too close to the struggle, too excited to be just cheering it on.

"Probably."

[64yrsold]

ACHES 1. january

18+ (please see masterlist for cw) aches masterlist

“I’m really, really, really, sorry,” I winced, walking up to him with my hands deep in my coat pockets, “Could I borrow-”

He raised an eyebrow, “It’s not a problem.” 

“Oh,” I frowned, watching him exhale smoke into the emptiness of the night sky, “I thought you might put up more of a fight.”

“You’re not the first drunk girl to ask me for a cigarette,” he shrugged, flicking his burnt-out smoke to the ground, immediately lighting a new one. He hollowed his cheeks as he inhaled, eyes closing for a brief second, face illuminated by the red ember. He held the cigarette out to me, smoke pooling from his mouth as he spoke, voice thick, “Here.” 

“Now I wonder if I want it,” I contemplated, grabbing it before he could pull away, “If you’re such a cigarette whore.”

He coughed, “What?”

“Just giving it out to anyone, aren’t you?” I took a deep drag, exhaling out of the corner of my mouth. His dark eyes flicked over my face, red and stinging from the cold. His lip creased in the corner, pressing wrinkles under his eye. 

“I suppose,” he ground the toe of his slick leather shoe into the snow absently, smiling to himself, “I guess that means you take it from anyone?”

I laughed, “Sure.” I dropped the cigarette on the pavement, letting him put his foot to use.

He shook his head, stamping out the perfectly good cig, “Alright.”

“You like beer?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, “There’s a bar behind you.”

“Are you asking me to drink with you?” he brushed a hand through his mess of curls, the tips of his ears wind-burnt.

“I’m asking if I can buy you a beer, I think,” I smiled, “If you’d like.”

He closed an eye, “Sure.”

“Great,” I held out a hand for him, which he cautiously took, “Relax. I just want to keep you around in case I need another smoke.” His fingers didn’t quite wrap around mine, stiff and cold, covering rather than caressing.

“That was my last one,” he let go of my hand, but hooked my arm in his, stuffing his hand into his coat pocket.

“Really?”

“No,” he smirked, “Kidding.”

“Thank God,” I teased, pushing open the door to the bar as he trailed beside me, “You like whiskey?”

“I thought we were having beer,” he unlinked his arm from mine as the crowded room squeezed us together, preferring to linger a hand at my lower back. It didn’t make me uncomfortable, just a few fingertips reassuring me that he was following. The gentle pressure bloomed a warmth down to my heels, and I swallowed.

“Now I’m thinking I might want to get you drunk,” I grinned, glancing back at him, “If you’d like, of course.”

He squinted, licking his lower lip, “Should I be worried?”

“Jenna, should he be worried?” I asked the bartender, leaning against the chewed-up bar.

“Who?” Jenna asked, frowning at him while filling a glass with ice.

“Um,” I bit my lip, and he stared back at me, keeping his mouth closed, “Help me out, will you?”

He let a smirk slip, “Matty.”

“Don’t worry, Matt,” Jenna huffed, passing a drink to a red-faced man on the stool beside me, “Men disappear with her all the time.” I watched Jenna with my jaw slack.

“That… That’s a good thing?” he coughed, watching Jenna pour two shots of whiskey. 

“Yeah, ‘cause they come back.” Jenna pushed him a shot glass, “She also tips well.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, passing her a twenty dollar bill.

“See?” Jenna smiled, waving the bill between her fingers, “Have fun, Matt.”

“Sure,” Matty turned the shot glass on the bar, watching me with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“She’s just teasing,” I rolled my eyes, “I know it sounds bad–”

“I don’t mind.”

I blinked, “She did just imply I was a slut.”

“I did that earlier,” he shrugged, picking up his glass and holding it out to me, “Let’s get drunk.”

I laughed, “Okay.” I collided my drink with his, then poured it down the back of my throat. The liquor warmed something behind my heart, buzzing down my esophagus. 

“Don’t like whiskey,” he cringed, shaking his head as he swallowed. He sucked in air through his teeth, probably making the taste worse, and gripped the edge of the bar with one hand. I chewed my cheek to hide a smirk. There was a shining drop of amber in the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away with the back of his hand. 

“Too bad,” Jenna interrupted, filling the glasses a second time, “She usually makes them have two.”

“Jenna!” I gasped, rubbing my eye in annoyance, “That’s not true.”

“Alright, fine,” she poured two more glasses, “It’s usually three.”

“Oh my God,” I mumbled, throwing back another glass. Matty followed suit, like a true masochist. He shuddered, scratching at the back of his head. “You don’t have to drink that,” I reminded him. 

“That one wasn’t as bad,” he swallowed thickly, fingertips dancing around the edge of his next shot. He closed his eyes, swallowing the liquor in one, shaky gulp. He looked at me with glossy eyes, and I could tell he was trying not to gag. He passed Jenna his credit card, “Please, just two beers.”

“I can pay,” I offered, but Jenna took his card wordlessly. 

“I’m trying to stand out,” he stated, glazed lips smiling slightly, “Apparently I have a lot of competition.”

“No, you don’t,” I sighed, “She’s just joking.”

“Right,” Jenna deadpanned, sliding two beers forward, “I was just joking.”

Matty held up his glass, “Cheers, uh– what’s your name?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I tapped our glasses together, smiling as I sipped.

“Okay,” he frowned, tipping his head back to inhale nearly half his beer. I watched a drop of alcohol roll out of the side of his mouth, slipping down his pulsing throat to his unbuttoned white collar. I rested my chin on my palm, the droplet pooling at his collarbone. My arm reached out to his neck, my thumb slipping over the wet streak for a moment. His skin was smooth, well cared for, and warm, like sunlight. I pulled my hand back quickly, realizing what I was doing when his head turned to the side.

“Sorry,” I whispered, wiping my thumb on my jeans.

“Hm?” he looked back at me, oblivious. His lips were parted slightly, his eyelids a bit heavier than they had been outside. His chest heaved in slow, even breaths. 

I pursed my lips, smiling, “You’re drunk.”

“You wish, darling,” he slurred, then furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of his own voice, “Shit.”

“That’s so embarrassing,” I giggled into my hand, “You don’t look like a lightweight.”

“I was drinking earlier,” he waved his hand in front of me, his knuckles brushing against the inside of my forearm, “I was smoking outside of a bar, remember?” His cheeks were prickling with pink, a heat rising from his neck. 

“So was I,” I tried to ignore the way my arm stung, “I was drunk, asking you for a cigarette, remember?”

“Fuck,” he laughed, “Right.” His hand fell to the bar, his fingertips inching towards my elbow.

“It’s okay,” my face was flushed, and I shifted on my feet, “I’m drunk too.” He smirked at the confession, shaking his head. There was a heat at my elbow, his fingers dipping into the edge of the bone. He traced the point where my skin met the wood of the bar, watching me with amber, hazy eyes. He retreated his hand, grabbing for his glass, which he found to be empty. He sighed, his shoulders lifting and head tilting back at the depth of it. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, then snatched my glass, finishing it off in a few rushed swallows.

“Hey!” I sputtered, wrapping my hand around his wrist. He laughed, the heavy sound vibrating throughout the bar.

“I’ll get you another,” he leaned in, pressing his temple to mine, “Come on.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it. I was curious to see what he would do.

“I want to show you another bar,” he skirted a hand down my shoulder, “Please?”

I nodded, and he clasped my hand tightly. Warm, steady, and completely certain.

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[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.”

[heartsfromkalani]

hold me closer || peeta mellark

summary: you and peeta are upset with each other due to a previous argument you had.

content warning: mention of alcohol consumption

word count: 1.2k

type: hurt/comfort & angst

You sulk down against a tree in the forest, taking a swig of the bottle of wine you had in your hand, watching people laugh and sing as they walk past you. It was announced that Coriolanus Snow had been executed, which you would have been laughing and singing along with your friends about if you're weren't angry with one of them. Peeta and you had been best friends since you were 14, but lately, everything was going to shit.

—

"I just don't understand why you keep ignoring me, Peeta," you yell at him, chasing him down the gravel road as he sped up. He turns slightly at your words, marching over to you with anger in his eyes.

"Ignore you? You think I'm ignoring you? You're basically throwing yourself at Gale and completely disregarding me, so I'm sorry if I don't want to see my best friend sticking their tongue down someone's throat," he shouts, his voice filled with the most anger you've ever heard come from him. You walk back, Peeta coming closer with every step. You glare at him, an expression on your face from the rising anger.

"Wow! Heaven forbid I talk to another guy! What the fuck is your problem? I'll do whoever I want, whenever I want, I don't need your permission. It's not even like that anyways. Gale and I are friends and only friends," you shout back at him. Peeta opened his mouth to say something, only shaking his head as he walked off. You didn't follow as he left, just watched him leave as tears slowly fell from your eyes. You scoffed, pushing the feeling away as you walk away in the opposite direction.

—

Now here you sat, watching everyone happily walk along the gravel street. Katniss saw you and walked over to you. She had a wide smile on your face, sighing when she saw you take a drink from the bottle with a pathetic look on your face.

"Oh Y/N, why don't you go talk to him? He's been all bitchy to everyone because you won't talk to him," Katniss says, motioning over to where Peeta sat. You looked over, seeing him glare around as he took a long sip of his drink. You turn your head back over to Katniss, arms over your chest.

"I'm not talking to him until he apologizes. He has no right to tell me who I can and can't talk to," you say. Katniss scoffed and gave you a disappointed look. Johanna plopped down next to you, her arm linking around you.

"Oh please, don't act like-" Johanna started, hearing your previous conversation with Katniss. Your head snapped over to her, which cause her to stop mid-sentence almost immediately. They were your friends, they weren't supposed to be taking his side.

"Act like what," you ask, anger seeping into your voice. Both of the girls' faces drop and they just look away from you. You huff, taking another drink from your bottle. Peeta looks over at you, meeting your eyes. You ignore him, upset. Couldn't he tell that you liked him? It shouldn't have taken him three years to realize that you had feelings for him. How dense could he be?

"Nevermind," both girls mutter, chatting in low voices as you walk over to the liquor, throwing your empty bottle away. You grab yourself a cup and pour yourself some more alcohol, Peeta walking over so he can fill up his cup.

"You look nice-"

"Save it, Mellark," you snap at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you take a large swig of your drink. He watches, his hands fiddling as you give him a glaring look. He stays quiet for a moment, his jaw clenched.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like seeing you flirting with other guys," Peeta tells you, his voice low so other people won't hear. You shake your head before looking him in the eyes.

"Tell me why, no bullshit. Tell me why you don't want me flirting with other guys," you say, music blaring around as the lights dim. Peter looks around before his eyes meet yours, gulping as he fiddles with the cup. He doesn't respond, all you need was for him to say that he had feelings for you, and yet he still wouldn't say it.

"You're pathetic," you slur, a laugh on your lips as you push your cup to the table and head for the door. You push through the crowds of people, bumping into a few people as you make your way out the door.

"Y/N, stop, please wait," Peeta calls as he speeds up after you. You don't turn around, upset at the fact that he refused to tell you how he truly felt about you. You speed down the street, Peeta following as he calls out your name and pleads for you to stop. The breeze starts to pick up and it starts to get cloudier which causes you to shudder.

You took sigh of relief as you opened the door to your house, feeling the warmth spreading throughout your body. The anxiety quickly fading away, you begin walking to your bedroom. Peeta begins knocking on the door, laughing at your stubbornness.

"Y/N, you can't be serious, come back out here," Peter shouts from outside the door, not getting a response in return. He takes a moment for himself before he steps into your house and pulling you back outside. It slowly started to rain down on both of you.

"Fuck off, Peeta," you shout, pushing him off of you and running off towards the direction of the forest. As you see him running after you, you start taking turn after turn, trying to get him to just give up and stop running after you. It doesn't work. Eventually, the rain began to pour down on you both, soaking your clothes almost immediately.

"Just wait-" Peeta calls, his arm reaching out and tugging you back to him. Your body turns, your eyes stained with teared as you look into his eyes. Peeta's gaze softens, rain hitting his cold face as he strokes the tears of your face.

"It's always been you, always. From the moment I met you at my family's bakery, to the moment you fell asleep in my arms after a long night of drinking, to the moment we had our late night talks every night, it's been you," Peeta yells, his hands cradling your face as his lips meet yours. You immediately kissed him back, running your hands through his wet hair, and pushing his lips more into yours.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N, all of you," Peter mutters against your lips, brushing the wet hair out of your face. You nod as he wipes the rain away from your cheeks.

"Took you long enough," you chuckle as you pull him back into another kiss. Peeta laughs along with you, not able to take his lips off of yours. You giggle as you run your fingers through his wet, blond hair once more, taking it all in. Though the rain was cold, You and Peeta felt like you could stay in this moment forever.

[janesociety]

when the party’s over

james potter x fem!reader

type: fluff

word count: 1.1k

summary: james makes sure you’re alright after a night of partying. vaguely based off of the scene where kat dances on a table in 10 things i hate about you. could be read as platonic or romantic.

warnings: reader is drunk, mentions of drugs, james is a respectful king

marauders masterlist

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Okay, so maybe it was more than a few drinks. But that was what you had told yourself you were going to have as you made your way into the Gryffindor common room that night.

The room was already packed with people- the chairs and sofas were already filled with couples making out and almost all the space between those and the drink tables was filled with dancing, drunk bodies.

You and Lily walked down the steps together, your arms linked as you entered into the crowd of people. You were wearing a mini skirt- Mary had insisted they were the new hot thing- and a long sleeved cropped shirt. You felt good- you felt hot.

The party was hosted, of course, by none other than the marauders, who had managed to supply the masses with the best liquor you could get in Hogsmeade.

“I’m gonna go find Remus!” Lily yelled over the loud music coming from the enchanted record player by the fireplace. You nodded, squeezing her arm as you parted ways.

You danced around the room for a while, mixing with people as you found your way over to the drink table.

“Y/N! What can I get ya?” Peter, who had volunteered to hand out the more expensive drinks, yelled to you over the noise.

“Give me whatever you’ve got!” you shouted, still swaying slightly to the music.

“You got it!” he said, pulling a bottle of something expensive looking out from under the table. “Sirius stole this from his parent’s cabinet over the holiday!” He poured you a shot which you immediately took. The liquid burned your throat but you immediately felt the effects.

“That’s good!” you yelled, your voice a little hoarse. “Hit me again!” You slammed your shot glass back down on the table.

By the time you were dancing away with a beer in your hand, you’d had three more shots of different types of expensive liquor. The music was loud enough to shake the floor and you could definitely feel it as you let your body move to the beat without much notice.

“Siri!” you cheered when he appeared in front of you. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, still shaking your hips to the music.

“You’re absolutely shitfaced, darling,” he said loudly, trying to peel your arms off of him. You pulled back, dancing wildly in front of him.

“Aren’t you having fun?” you yelled, slurring your words as your hair swung around your face. You put your beer back up to your lips, tipping your head back so the last of the liquid would fall into your mouth.

“No, okay, you’re done,” he said, taking the bottle from you. You whined, reaching for it. “Aww, no, you’ve had enough.” He tapped your cheek and turned to throw the bottle away in a garbage can a few feet away.

The music switched and you gasped, immediately recognizing the beat. You started spinning, swinging your arms as you did so before colliding with someone’s chest.

“Woah there,” James said, grabbing your upper arms and holding you out in front of him. “You alright?”

“Jamie, I love this song!” you slurred, jumping up and down. “You took me higher and higher, baby!” you sang loudly, making him chuckle lightly. “It’s a living thing!” You took his laughter as motivation and twisted your way out of his grip to dance more freely.

In your drunken state, you devised what you thought was the best idea ever.

You climbed up on the table next to you, continuing your intoxicated dance once you regained your balance.

“Y/N!” James yelled, eerily aware of how many people could currently see up your skirt. “Y/N! Get down!”

You ignored him and listened to the whoops and hollers of people around you, only making you dance more energetically.

“It’s a living thing! It’s a terrible thing to lose! It’s a giving thing!” you sang as the song came to a stop. People clapped and cheered as you swayed atop the table.

“Alright, Y/N, song’s over,” James said from below you. “Time to get down.” You waved your hand dismissively at him, still trying to keep your balance.

“M’getting hot,” you mumbled, your fingers toying with the bottom of your shirt and beginning to pull it up.

James was up on the table inhumanly fast, pulling your shirt down safely over your chest before you could process what was going on. You groaned, slumping forward and putting all your weight on him.

“Okay, okay, time for bed,” he said, lifting you up like a child onto his hip. You didn’t fight, instead attaching yourself to him like a koala.

“You smell good,” you muttered into his shoulder as he started up the stairs to his dorm room. He would’ve taken you to your own room if he wasn’t too buzzed to do the charm to disable the sliding steps.

He pushed open the door, thankful none of the other boys were back in the room with anyone yet. He sat you down on his bed, kneeling down in front of you to take off your shoes.

“You’re so nice, Jamie,” you said as he unbuckled your black Mary Jane’s. You reached a hand up to play with his hair, utterly intrigued by it in your intoxicated state. He set your shoes off to the side and looked up at you.

“Did you take anything?” he asked, using his thumb and pointer finger to hold your eye open. He saw a few people doing lines downstairs and he knew you could usually hold your liquor better than this. You swatted him away, giggling.

“Noooo, I don’t drink,” you said, clearly out of it. He sighed, pushing you back gently so you’d lay down. You giggled as you bounced onto the mattress, your eyes already drooping as James went to Sirius’ bed to steal some pillows.

“Come on,” he said, rolling you onto your side and stacking pillows on either side of you so you wouldn’t roll over. “There you go.”

“Mmm, thank you, James,” you mumbled incoherently.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, sitting at the foot of the bed. He’d made the mistake before of falling asleep in one of the other’s beds during a party and woke up to a drunk Sirius on top of him. He also didn’t want to be disrespectful and sleep next to you, even if you wouldn’t have minded.

“G’night, Jamie,” you muttered, fighting to stay away.

“Good night, Y/N.”

[sloppysequinz]

Baby’s first house party, part 2

Part 1 can be found here

The poll in part 1 landed on shots, so here we go.

Your new friend pulls you towards the kitchen, where you hear a chant growing: “Shots! Shots! Shots!” Someone is passing around tiny versions of your red solo cup and someone else is wielding a bottle, filling up each little plastic cup with clear alcohol. Everyone seems to be clamoring to grab lime wedges off the kitchen counter. It’s a confusing scene, and your powers of deduction are a little fuzzy from two double vodka and sprites.

“Have you done shots before?” The woman asks you, grabbing two tiny cups from a passing stack and handing one to you. You shake your head. She giggles bounces on the balls of her feet, which makes her soft body jiggle slightly. You notice her cheeks are flushed and her eyes sparkle. You blush too.

“That’s what I thought!! Ok so these are shot glasses, obvi, I mean they’re plastic so they’re not glasses but you know what I mean.” She laughs again. “The way you want to do this is to tilt your head up and open the back of your throat. You’re basically gonna throw the booze in your mouth, but you want it in your mouth for as little time as possible. Here, like this.” She tilts her head back in demonstration.

You try to follow her lead, putting your chin up. She smiles and reaches towards you to gently slide her fingers up your neck to your exposed chin. “Further,” she commands, pressing your chin back. You obey until your head feels completely perpendicular to your neck. “Good.” Her tone is almost purring. She doesn’t take your hand off your chin. “Open your mouth.” You blush, hard, and start to stutter something, but in the end all you can do is obey. You peek at her out of the corner of your upturned eye and she’s grinning ear to ear. “Is the back of your throat open?” You feel it open as she asks and you nod as best you can. “Then you’re ready!” She coos, and pulls her hand away.

The place her fingers were pressing in under your chin burns. A shiver goes down your spine. The rest of the room seems far away and hazy, muffled. The music is blasting, people are yelling and laughing, but it’s like you’re hearing it through water. Your body feels warm. You feel like the only person in the universe. You feel amazing.

Suddenly, your party guide brings you back to earth by grabbing your hand and licking the back of it. “Wah!” You cry out in surprise. Your neck heats with embarrassment but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s pouring salt all over the spot she licked. You’re baffled, but she starts talking before your mind can even form a question.

“Ok so most shots, you need to drink something right afterward to cut the burn. It’s called a chaser. Usually soda or fruit juice is good, something without alcohol. You can use water in a pinch.” She glances up to look you right in the eyes. “Don’t chase shots with anything alcoholic, unless you want to be puking in the front yard in an hour.” You nod and she nods back, dead serious. Then she winks and presses a lime wedge into your hand.

“Ok but these, these are special! The chaser for these is WAY more fun.” She waves down the person with the alcohol, who fills each of your tiny cups to the brim. “We’re doing tequila shots!”

“Isn’t tequila kinda…hardcore?” You blurt out. You’re a little embarrassed to sound like the newbie you are, but she smiles warmly and leans in close to answer, her tone soft and secretive.

“A lot of people claim it hits them different than other booze,” she says into your ear, raising goosebumps on your neck. “But it’s not any stronger than any other liquor. You’ll be fine baby.”

Baby. You don’t know why but you swear the room is spinning faster than before. She leans back and laughs, raising her voice back to normal.

“Anyway, here’s how you chase tequila shots.” She holds up her hands, tiny cup in one and lime wedge in the other. You mirror her and notice she has salt on the back of her hand too. She must have licked the spot and sprinkled the salt before you did yours, while you were spacing out. You idly wish you had gotten to lick her. You confuse yourself. The room is fuzzy and she is so pretty…

“First, you shoot the tequila, like I showed you. Then you lick the salt off the back of your hand, then bite the lime.” Even in your hazy state, that sounds weird, and you raise your eyebrows, which makes her grin. “I know it sounds intense but trust me, it’s so tasty! C’mon, just follow my lead.”

Watching out of the corner of your eye, you lean your head back and pour the booze into your mouth. It burns, but slides right down your throat. She was right to lean your head back further. Immediately, you lick the salt and bite the lime. To your amazement, it doesn’t taste bad at all. Something in the flavor of the tequila mixes with the salt and lime and makes it all complex and spicy and…fantastic.

“These are SO good!” You giggle in amazement. She giggles with you, leaning forward to grab your arm and hug it. Her soft chest is suddenly pressing into you. A feeling of warmth shoots towards your legs and you’re not sure if it’s the tequila or her.

“What did I tell you!” She replies, body still right up against you. “They’re my absolute favorite. Think you can handle one more?” You nod eagerly, but to be honest, she’s just too close. You’re not sure you could say no right now.

She leaves you to push through the crowd for more ingredients and you stay where you are, stuck to the patch of carpet you’re on, swaying gently. Your brain feels like it might be a thousand miles above you, but you’re so happy.

After a minute or two, a full cup and a lime wedge are pressed into your hand, and she’s sprinkling more salt on you. Your body warms in eager anticipation of more warmth, more gentle loose feeling, more of a chance to follow this woman. Now that you know the steps, you repeat them without thinking. The flavor and feeling flood you and you look to your new friend. She’s watching you closely. Her hands are empty. Did she already do her shot…? She must have. She grabs the wedge and the shot glass out of your hand to toss them. “You’re a quick learner!” She says approvingly. You glow.

She manages to track down your big cups on the counter and wiggles over to fill them with water from the sink. “Gotta stay hydrated, and it’ll help you not get a hangover.” She clinks her red cup against yours and you giggle and drink deeply. Your eyes aren’t quite tracking right. She peers into them. “You ok, baby?”

Baby again. You nod. You think you’ll be ok as long as she calls you baby again.

She turns and peers out the back door, where a group is gathering on the lawn. She glances back to you with a tiny, secretive smile on her face. “Want to try something that is a little…hardcore?”

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

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well i said it was going to happen...and it has...(I just love his silly little smirk)

apparently army man is now my type of blorbo (shaking my fist at Jacob Seed for being a gateway drug lol) also I refuse to tell anyone how much time I spent on that chest hair...

And for those of you not in my newest brainrot fandom, a snippet from Kakia (the Herald/Role Swap AU):

Kit circles the bar, fingers drifting over chrome plated metal and glossy hardwood as she reaches the assorted crystal carafes filled with liquor. Snatching one up in her hands, she pulls out the stopper, and her pale blue eyes flick up to meet her guest’s stare. “I hear you used to be a lawyer in Atlanta, John.” She dips a finger past the rim of an empty glass and drags it towards herself, crystal ringing out like a bell, before pouring the amber liquid. Nonchalantly adding, “Before you were disbarred of course.”

He grasps at the material of his trousers with sweaty palms, his tongue dipping against his lip. “Yes.”

“What happened?” She plunges the stopper back into the carafe and spins the liquor around her glass, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I made some mistakes, fell prey to my vices.”

Kit nods and takes a sip from her drink, swiping her thumb across her lower lip to wipe away any drops of the scotch that tried to escape her before resting her chin on her hand. “Care for a drink, John?”

His bright eyes stare at the glass in her hand as he swallows heavily. “I don’t drink.”

“Don’t or can’t?” He looks at her unsure of how to answer and she quickly takes that as her invitation in, using his moment of weakness as a weapon against him. “You know, I lived my life for a long time entirely imposed upon. Told what I was supposed to do, had my whole life chosen for me because of my father. He raised me to believe that I had to fight and die for my country because that’s all I was really worth to him. He had me convinced that that was how I would win his love and approval. How I'd become his pride and joy. But that wasn’t true. I thought I'd seen the world because I’d traveled it, but I was still blind. I missed out on so many of life’s experiences all to make someone else happy.” She takes another sip of her drink, indulging in the warm burn it left down the back of her throat. “But I don’t live like that anymore. Now I do what I want, when I want. Taking in all of what life has to offer. It’s highs, it’s lows. All of its sensations.” 

John swallows heavily, the sound of him gulping his own saliva is music to her ears knowing her claws are settling in nice and deep into the meat of him. 

“Now John, will you take that drink?” A red brow lifts as she offers the temptation once more. 

“Yes. Scotch. Please.”

Her smile widens to reveal jaws filled with sparkling white teeth. “Good boy.”

Pouring him a drink, she carries it over and takes a seat on the couch beside him.  She passes him the glass and then pulls open a drawer on the table beside her grabbing an ornate box inside it. Lifting the lid, she pulls out a pre-rolled joint. 

Long fingers caress the cool glass in his hand, stroking it as he watches her lick her lips and slip the joint in her mouth before flicking back the metal lid of her lighter. The flame dances as it’s held to the tip, making it glow orange as smoke trails up to the rafters. 

“My brother wouldn’t be very happy about that.”

Pale eyes glance sideways and linger on him, narrowing as she flicks the lid of the lighter closed. “It’s legal here. I have my own crop growing up at the conservatory. Pure and organic.” She passes the joint to John. “Don’t tell me you don’t smoke either?”

“I used to. But then that led to other things –”

The corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk. “You really fell for all that gateway drug bullshit?” Her gaze traces over him judgmentally. “Didn’t know when to stop, huh?”

John takes the joint from her but only holds it instead of partaking in it. “Eventually nothing feels as good anymore, and then you need more on top of that.”

Kit stretched her arms out along the back of the couch, leaning into the cushions as she tipped her head back blowing out smoke rings. “Nothing wrong with that. I've never seen the downside to excess, taking and taking until there’s nothing left to give.”

Ash falls onto the legs of his trousers and without a spare hand he’s forced to bring the joint to his mouth to brush it away.

“It’s second nature to you. Why change that?” She asks, turning to him and pulling the joint from his mouth.

Sputtering out smoke as he coughs, she laughs and it’s warm and friendly, but it doesn’t meet her eyes – there is something cold and empty within them.

“Because I was tail spinning out of control.”

“Out of control,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You just hadn’t found a place where you belong yet. But I think you’re going to enjoy it here, John.”

Squeezing his shoulder tight, he turns to look at her. Big, bright eyes sparkle in her direction. Looking at her like she was an angel bathed in the holy light of God. His vision swimming, body melting into the couch. 

“Really, why’s that?”

She curled up against him, pushing her fingers through his dark hair. “We have what you need,” she purred.

“What do I need?” he asked, staring at her lips as his eyes glazed over.

“Freedom.” Her mouth ghosted against his and she stared at him like he was supper. 

“Yes,” he managed to hiss before slumping forward, his forehead pressing into her shoulder.

[drurrito]

OMG!! Alright. What about a fic where reader and Elinor are exes and while Elinor was the one who broke things off she’s mad that reader is back in town and has moved on from her apparently. Reader is a vampire too btw!

-🦕

sorry this took so long…I was…in the shower…

Games

a/n: pour one out for First Kill 🥲

pairings: Elinor Fairmont x Reader

warnings: alcohol, blood, a hint of angst

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Elinor stumbles through the back door of her favorite bar into an alley. The girl in her arms squirms and giggles as she’s pressed up against the cool brick wall.

“You’re so pretty,” the girl swoons. She’s very drunk, Elinor pretends to be just as sloshed.

“I know,” Elinor laughs, she kisses the girl sweetly and runs a thumb across her bottom lip.

“I don’t think this is your color, doll,” Elinor pretends to pout, “red might be, though.” The girl doesn’t have a chance to react before Elinor sinks her fangs into her pulsepoint. She’s so precise when she feeds, her eyes close and she hums into the poor girl’s neck while the blood rushes into her mouth.

“Get a room, we were here first,” Elinor pulls away from her victim in a haste and looks for the threat, she finds you instead.

You’re busy with a girl in your arms as well, she’s not looking so good. 

“Y/n,” Elinor straightens up, limp body still in her arms.

“Elinor,” you tip your head in her direction and she scoffs, “don’t mind me, just having a snack.”

“Here? Of all places?” She drops the girl in her arms and steps closer to you.

“My little cousin got her first kill, ceremony’s tomorrow,” you set down your victim too, “I also wanted to see that look on your face,” you flash your shit eating grin and Elinor can feel steam coming out of her ears. It’s been over a year-and-a-half since she broke up with you. She hasn’t seen you since. You look good, there’s no denying that. But you also look happy and that irks her to her core. 

“Going out of your way to find me at my hunting grounds seems a lot like fan-behavior,” Elinor tilts her head with a smirk, “miss me much?”

“Actually, I was meeting someone.”

“And who might that be?” 

“Some girl,” you shrug, “she looked cute enough on her profile. She’s calling an Uber out front, figured I feed now so I don’t accidentally rip her throat out when I bring her back to my hotel room.”

“So, you’re a lady killer in every sense of the word,” Elinor narrows her eyes at you, “cute.”

You just laugh while she rolls her eyes.

“Well, this was fun,” you tease, posing your victim next to a few empty bottles, “until next time, Elinor.”

You walk off towards a pair of headlights before Elinor can retort. She lets out a long huff and takes care of her victim before stomping back inside the bar.

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The ceremony was already buzzing by the time Elinor arrived.

Juliette sees you before she does and tugs on Elinor’s arm, “isn’t that-”

“Don’t,” Elinor bites, “I need a drink first.”

“I didn’t know she was back in town.”

“Neither did I,” Elinor says with a growl. She doesn’t make a move to approach you. She watches how you bounce around the guests like a new life was breathed into you. It seems like you’ve been getting on just fine after the break up.

“You’re not gonna talk to her?” Juliette’s brows furrow in concern.

“What’s there to talk about? I ended things with her and that’s that,” Elinor says with a shrug and grabs her clutch purse. She makes her way towards the bar and orders the strongest drink her brain could conjure up.

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The ceremony is just as boring as Elinor anticipated. The only reason why she looked like she was paying attention was because she didn’t want her eyes to travel and accidentally land on you. 

Now she’s shooting daggers at you while you bury your face into some girl's neck on the dance floor.

“What are you staring at?” Juliette doesn’t need to shout, but she’s past the point of tipsy and has never been one to handle her liquor as well as her big sister. Elinor grips her sister’s chin and turns her head until she can feel Juliette hum through her fingers when she finally sees you.

“She looks happy,” Juliette slurs.

“I know, I hate it,” Elinor lets go of her sister’s chin and sighs, leaning further against the railing in front of her. 

“You looked like that when you were with her, you know,” Juliette gives her sister a look that makes her eyes roll into another dimension.

“Why did you break up with her, anyway?”

Elinor watches you for a long beat before finally turning to Juliette, “it was the right thing to do.”

“That sounded convincing,” booze makes Juliette fluent in sarcasm, it seems. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” Elinor heads towards the exit with Juliette in tow.

“I bet she’ll be gone by tomorrow and you’ll never have to see her again, at least for a while,” Juliette is still slurring, with a dopey grin on her face that makes Elinor laugh for the first time since she bumped into you.

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Elinor is shooting daggers at you again, in her home of all places. 

She forgot about the dinner party her mother was hosting this weekend until Juliette had asked to borrow her lipstick a few hours earlier. 

Now she’s all dressed up and has to bite her tongue every time she sees you and your date. Elinor knows the girl on your arm, she belongs to a semi-prominent clan somewhere in the midwest. You probably just asked out the first girl that gave you any semblance of attention.

Surely you’re still hurting, right?

Elinor tries to keep her distance, blending in with everyone else. Even sticking around Juliette and her friends. She thinks she can fly under the radar for the rest of the night until her parents pull her from the crowd to say hello to you.

“Y/n, so nice of you to join us,” Margot greets you with a warm smile, her grip on Elinor’s arm is anything but.

“Thank you for having us, Margot,” your smile is just as bright as it always has been, “Elinor, good to see you,” you say smoothly.

“Always a pleasure,” she quips, eyes rolling between you and your date who tries not to look so uncomfortable.

“We’ve had a few renovations since the last time you were here,” Sebastian adds, “Margot finally let me get that driving simulator and putting green I kept yammering on about.” He lays a friendly hand on your shoulder and Elinor has to chew on the inside of her cheek while you beam at her father.

“You’ll have to show me, hopefully you’ve improved your game since then,” you say with a laugh. Margot shakes her head with a smile and squeezes her daughter’s arm before letting her go. Elinor quickly makes her escape without another word. You only watch her go for a split second before walking in the other direction with your date.

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“You’re just gonna hide out here all night?” Juliette shares a giggle with Ben while Elinor tries to kill them both with one look.

“Hide, plot, run away to live amongst the werewolves, anything at this point that would keep me out of mother’s iron grip and out of sight from my douchey ex.”

“I know you’re usually dramatic but this is borderline oscar-worthy,” Elinor whips her head towards Juliette who throws her hands up quickly in surrender before tugging Ben along with her far, far out of Elinor’s reach.

Elinor only stays as the guest of honor at her own pity party for a few more minutes before ultimately deciding her makeup looks far too good to be wasted within the confines of her room. She reapplies her lipstick before heading out the door and down to the festivities with a strut that would make even the devil shiver.

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Surprisingly, Elinor doesn’t see you for the rest of the night. She takes this as a sign of victory and heads over to her favorite bar for a drink, alone.

“I figured you would be here,” she hears your voice and it takes everything in her not to crush her glass on the spot.

“And I figured you would be somewhere knuckle deep in your date by now,” Elinor spins around to meet that shit-eating grin you always save for special occasions. 

“We actually did that before the dinner party, I like to be efficient,” you wink and Elinor scoffs.

“But you don’t like to have taste it seems,” she sips her drink, “a Fenton, really, y/n?”

“The Fentons have much more noble roots than the Davenports, if you really want to play this game,” your head falls to one side in annoyance while Elinor just shakes her head.

“You don’t get it.”

“Get what?” You take a step closer to her and she straightens up before taking another sip of her drink.

“It wasn’t you, it was never about you.”

“Then who was it?” Your eyes don’t leave hers and she knows you will stay here all night without even blinking if it meant getting the answer you probably needed to hear a long time ago.

“Hunters crashed Juliette’s ceremony, dad was about to kick the bucket and I was the only one who could save him,” Elinor says so simply it takes you a minute to catch on before she starts talking again. 

“The Davenport boy didn’t seem so bad, he was kind of cool actually. He made mom laugh and I figured I could tough it out to build an empire of my own so big we would have to part ways eventually.”

You lean back a bit, it doesn’t take you long to put together the pieces.

“Oh, Elinor.”

“Don’t do that.”

“You did what you had to do.”

That makes Elinor hold your gaze for a bit before looking away. She bites her lip and slowly nods.

“You could have just told me, you know?”

“You would have waited for me,” Elinor downs the rest of her drink and motions to the bartender for another.

You open your mouth to say something but it dies in your throat.

Because she’s right, you would wait. 

You did wait. 

Elinor heaves a sigh as you take the seat next to her, ordering a drink for yourself.

“You know,” you said between sips, “deep down, I think I knew.”

She watches you fidget with the glass between your fingers, “you had this look that didn’t match at all with what you were saying to me.”

Elinor chews on her lip, her poker face closed its  tab and left a while ago. She feels a burning behind her eyes that she hasn’t felt since that night, fuck. 

“You wanted to save me too,” you say just above a whisper. Even in a bustling bar, your words were loud and clear in Elinor’s ear. You watch her jaw clench and you take a moment to pay both your tabs. It’s enough time for Elinor to collect herself and hold her head high like nothing happened, of course. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Your voice is soft and cautious. 

“What about Fenton?”

“I was just a decoy date, she doesn’t want her parents to know her current girlfriend is a mortal.”

Elinor furrows her eyebrows and there’s that fucking grin again. 

She smacks your arm, “asshole.”

You pretend to flinch before holding out your hand. She takes it with ease and is quickly reminded of how well her hand fits in yours. 

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

129. I Did Something Bad

"I did something bad,” Midge mumbles.

Her forehead rests on her arms, folded on top of the bar as she talks to Susie.

“Uh...okay?”

“Really bad, Susie,” Midge continues, her speech slurred. “You were right - I should’ve just fucked a frog.”

“Christ, Miriam, you’re acting like you killed someone.”

“I f- ” She hiccups. “I f- ” Another one, and this time she sits up, pressing her hands to the bar. “Had sex with Lenny Bruce,” she finally gets out.

Susie’s silent. She just stares at Midge for a long moment before leaning over the bar and grabbing the first bottle she can grab - cheap whiskey. At the other end of the bar, Joel looks at her like she’s lost her mind. “I’ll pay for it!” Susie snaps. “I need to forget what you just said,” she directs at Midge.

“Susieeeeee,” Midge whines. “I need t’ talk t’ someone about this.”

“Miriam, I have no interest in knowing what his dick looks like.”

“Whose dick?” Joel yelps as he approaches.

“It’s pretty, Susie,” Midge says, laying her head back on the bar. “He’s so pretty. Everything about him is - ”

“I told you I don’t want to know!” Susie reminds her, pouring a healthy portion of liquor into her glass.

“n’ I’m never gonna see it ‘gain. He...” Her lip quivers, her eyes filling with tears. “He hates me, Susie,” she whimpers.

“Who hates you?” Joel asks, sounding more frantic.

“I should’ve jus’ fucked Joel again.” She waves her hand. “At least then I wouldn’t have a broken heart.” She sobs quietly.

“Have a girlfriend,” Joel reminds her. “A pregnant girlfriend,” he adds, waving his hands.

“I’m going to call you a cab,” Susie sighs. “Can I use the bar phone, Joel?”

“One of my guys spilled on it - you can use the office phone,” he says.

Both Susies in her vision point at her, and Midge squints to try to bring them into focus. “Don’t keep talking,” she commands. “Stay here. Be quiet. Drink water.”

Midge feels a tear escape her eye, dripping down onto the bar. “I love him, Susie...I’m so fucking stupid.” She breaks down again, burying her face in her arms, and she feels her manager awkwardly patting her back.

Joel is blessedly silent, and then he surprises her. "You stay with her,” he says quietly to Susie. “I’ll go outside and get her a cab.”

She can hear the surprise in her manager’s voice when she says, “Thanks.”

Midge sniffles and blindly reaches for Susie, trying to find her hand. When she does, she squeezes it desperately. “He’s so angry, Susie. He’s never going to speak to me again.”

“Yeah, he will,” Susie assures her. “He’s been in love with you for two years. Now that he finally got to see you naked, he’s not gonna stay away long.”

Midge manages to sit up just as Joel comes back in. “Got you a cab,” he says. “Now you gonna tell me who you slept with?”

“Nope,” Susie says, helping Midge to her feet. “But I am taking this with me,” she adds, picking up the pilfered whiskey.

“At least leave the spout!” Joel pleads.

“Easier to pour it this way,” Susie retorts as she gets Midge to the door.

Next thing Midge knows, she’s waking up in her bed.

Her throat hurts, and her mouth is dry. Plus the sun is too bright, so she buries her face in the pillow, trying to hide herself from the light.

She groans to herself, and then she feels movement next to her. She’s barely able to squint one eye open. “L-Lenny?” She whispers, her voice sounding hoarse and foreign to her own ears.

“Morning,” he replies quietly. Immediately she looks under the sheets. She’s wearing her nightgown, and then she realizes Lenny’s lying on top of the covers, almost fully dressed. “How are you feeling?”

She tries to swallow, but her mouth is like the fucking desert. “Thirsty.”

“Here,” he says, rolling over and grabbing a glass off the nightstand. Water, thank god.

She drinks gratefully, downing the entire glass. “How did you...why are you here?”

“Think maybe I’ll give you the details later,” he replies, going to sit up. “You’re not gonna like them.” She squints at him in annoyance, and he sighs. “You, uh...made your cab stop so you could throw up, and...I happened to be there.”

“God hates me,” she mutters, putting the now empty glass on the table on her side before lying back down with a groan.

“If he exists,” Lenny counters, looking down at her.

“He does, and he’s vindictive,” she mutters. “Where’s Susie?”

“At home. She had the cab drop her off when I got in.”

“Susie hates me.”

“No one hates you,” he promises. “Well, Sophie Lennon does, but no one else.”

“You hate me,” Midge retorts. “You yelled at me, remember?”

“Vividly,” he replies. “But I didn’t yell at you because I hate you, Midge.”

She exhales through her nose, feeling tears stinging her eyes. “Why did you stay?” She asks quietly. “You could’ve just...” She waves her hand toward the door.

“You, uh...kind of had a vice grip on me last night,” he chuckles, gently stroking his fingers through her hair, and she groans again in embarrassment. 

“Fuck,” she whines. “I’m sorry, Lenny. You can go now. I’m just gonna...” She tugs the sheets up. “...hide in here forever.”

She hears Lenny’s soft laugh and then he’s moving until he’s under the covers with her, looking at her with that dark gaze. “It’s okay, Midge,” he promises. “Are you okay?”

She stares at him for a long moment. “I did something bad, Lenny,” she whispers.

“Need help hiding the body?” He jokes.

She shakes her head. “It’s um...” He rests his hand on top of hers and squeezes gently, and she takes a deep breath. “I fell in love with you,” she whispers before burying her face in her pillow.

He’s quiet for a long moment, and then she feels him shift closer, his arm slide around her, and his lips press a kiss to her hair. “That might be the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard” he whispers.

“Really?” She asks, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “‘Cause I fell in love with you a long time ago.”

She moves her head a little and peeks up at him. “You’re joking.”

“For once in my life, I am being completely serious,” he insists. “I love you, Midge.”

She blinks at him. “So...what now?” She asks.

“Now you brush your teeth because my god, your breath is awful,” he teases.

She shoves him, and he pulls her back against him, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

[justmochi]

Drunk Shenanigans

pairing :: eden x booseoksoon

word count :: 1.4k

synopsis :: eden invites bss for drinks

time :: february, 2022

warnings :: mentions of alcohol. fluff.

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea​ @cixrosie​ @moonlight-additions​ @cosmicwintr​ @astraw-astro​ @ateezjuliet​ @fromfreesia​

Eden’s eyes scanned the beaming pub, only picking the boys out from Seokmin raising his arms and standing up. He skipped his way over to her, pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Did you guys wait long?” She grabbed his hand, smiling up at him.

“Not at all. They went ahead and ordered drinks but they insisted on waiting for you.”

“Am I that fun to be around?” She smirked, pulling him along with her to the table where they were seated.

“The best.” Seokmin went in front of her to pull her chair out for her.

Seungkwan clapped his hands for her, quickly passing the extra shot to her. “She’s here!”

Hoshi cheered, hurriedly picking up the soju bottle and pouring it into her glass before more into both his and Seungkwan’s. He looked toward Seokmin, watching him shake his head no.

“I’m good. But please don’t get my girlfriend drunk tonight.”

“It was her idea in the first place.” The eldest pouted, raising his glass as the others did too. Eden quickly pushed the liquor down her throat, setting the glass on the counter and winking at her boyfriend.

“Why do you say that when you know my tolerance is better than yours?” She smiled, looking at Seokmin as Hoshi refilled her shot. It was her idea. The three just became ambassadors for a skincare brand and it only seemed fitting to take the boys out for celebratory drinks.

Seungkwan looked between the two while covering his mouth trying not to laugh.

It was an hour later that a couple of empty soju bottles were scattered across their table. Hoshi somehow convinced the BSS leader to take a couple shots for the special occasion. Eden just reached her limit, feeling her entire body getting warm and stopping all together. They looked amongst themselves as Hoshi ordered another bottle, knowing he was already drunk.

“I think you should stop.” Seokmin tried to take the bottle away from him, only for Hoshi to pull it back and hug it in his arms.

“I want another drink.” He pouted, popping the cap off with his spoon. “You’ll take more with me, right?” He looked towards Eden, her eyes widening before taking her water and pouring it into her shot glass underneath the table.

“Of course!” She tried not to seem suspicious, holding her shot up and clinking it with Hoshi’s. She drank hers like it was alcohol, making sure to get her facial expressions on point. Seokmin scratched the back of his neck while sighing. It was gonna be impossible to stop him now unless it was Eden to draw the line.

“Let’s toast to booseoksoon as new brand ambassadors!” Hoshi stood up, stumbling a bit while slurring his words. Seungkwan had switched to water a while go, nonetheless grabbing his drink and standing too. It was hard for Eden to hide her technique this time, so she acted as if she took a shot but didn’t let the alcohol slip past her lips.

“Clear skin!” She added, giggling before hearing the man choke out a sob. She widened her eyes, flattening her lips thinking she got caught. Seokmin and Seungkwan dropped their heads, pinching their nose bridge as Hoshi began crying.

“I’m sorry-” She tried apologizing before he interrupted her.

“Eunhye always has clear skin! She doesn’t even need to try!” He cried into his hands while she was in shock. “Hyung has the prettiest girlfriend.”

She snorted, holding her mouth shut as she looked toward Seokmin. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head while pouting.

“Why are you calling me hyung? You’re older than me.”

Eden reached for the napkins in the middle of the table, handing them to Hoshi while patting his shoulder. “Maybe you need to stop drinking.”

He stared at her for a second before bursting into tears again. He didn’t swat her away like he did to his member. He nodded, blowing air past his lips as he dropped his head. “She’s so nice too.”

He put his hand on her shoulder, showing his sincerity with his eyes. “Thank you for loving our Dokyeomie so well. He had no one other than us before meeting you. And he had zero friends that were girls.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Seokmin stood up, reaching for him over the table before Eden grabbed his wrist, shaking her head and telling him to sit down. She could only imagine how embarrassing it was for Hoshi to expose them like that, but she was enjoying it.

“Really? Tell me more.” She smirked, resting her chin on her hand while the other held her boyfriend's hand underneath the table.

“I hope you know that we consider you part of the family now. How could we not?”

“Of course, I know.”

“You’re perfect for each other!” He dropped his forehead to the table, crying some more. “I am always worried he’s gonna pop from how much love he has. But at least he has someone to share it with now.”

“Yes, he has lots of love.”

“You have to tell us if he makes you sad. We will put him in his place. You can’t break up either, you guys are endgame.”

Eden nearly choked hearing him say the last bit, Seokmin quickly patting her back as he looked away to hide his face. She grabbed another napkin to wipe Hoshi’s tears.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffing a bit. “Does this mean we can sing ‘Just do it’ at your wedding?”

“I think it’s time for him to go home.” Seungkwan gathered the empty bottles, setting them towards the end of the table.

She turned her head to the side, snorting as the two other men were finding it physically paining to endure his drunk shenanigans any longer.

“You can sing at our wedding, maybe not ‘Just do it’ though.” He had a smile on his face before pouting again.

“No? But it’s tradition.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” She reassured him, pointing to Seungkwan and telling him to call a taxi.

She followed close behind the men as they helped Hoshi walk to the taxi. By the way they were groaning, she could tell it was like they were carrying dead weight.

“Do you guys need my help? Can I do anything?” She rushed next to them, tapping Seungkwan’s shoulder.

“Just get the door.” Seungkwan pointed towards the taxi, the girl quickly rushing to pull it open. She stepped aside while they helped the drunk man into the taxi.

He hit his head on the top of the car, holding his forehead as everyone gasped at him. “Ow.” The tears started to fall again.

“Don’t cry. They’ll get you some ice when you get home. I’ll make sure.” She’s never dealt with an emotional drunk before. She didn’t know whether to sympathize with him or laugh.

As soon as they made sure Hoshi was buckled in and secure, Seungkwan went around to get in on the other side of the car. He helped roll down his window and gave the couple a thumbs up.

“Thank you for the drinks, Noona! You two get home safe.” Seungkwan waved, grabbing Hoshi’s hand and waving for him.

“Text us when you get in!” Eden waved, finding her spot next to her boyfriend as the taxi started to pull away.

Hoshi stretched his head out the window, shouting at the top of his drunken lungs. “Lee Eunhye is the best girlfriend for our Dokyeom!”

She laughed out loud, her cheeks turning red while Seokmin hid in embarrassment. She gently punched his arm, getting his attention. “Shall we walk?”

She crossed her arms, slowly walking in the direction of his dorms which wasn’t too far away from the bar they had just left. He followed beside her, dragging his feet and  trying to erase the disaster that happened from his mind.

He was paranoid that Hoshi made her nervous, asking her about such sensitive topics in their relationship. When he got over the initial shock of it all, he looked down towards her and cleared his throat.

“So, you’re gonna marry me?”

They always mentioned marrying each other during their pillow talks. They had a lot more they wanted to achieve in life, but one thing they agreed on is that they both wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

She smirked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. “Of course I’m gonna marry you.”

He giggled, leaning towards her as he took her hand he was holding and fit it snuggly into his coat pocket and keeping it warm. “Just making sure.”

“But god please, don’t sing ‘Just do it’ at our wedding. Anything but ‘Just do it’.”

[winchester-books]

Sneaking Around

based on: obx

characters: rafe x reader

w/c: 500

summary: Rafe is your best friends brother and the definition of off limits... but what Sarah doesn’t know can’t hurt her? Right?

“Y/N! Sarah!” Topper plopped him down on the couch between you, face flushed and the smell of vodka ripe on his breath. A giant grin splayed across his face as he placed his arm around Sarah, “You two look like you need some more shots,”

Sarah giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder as Topper waved Rafe over. 

Rafe brushed his hair out of his face and nodded at his best friend, grabbing a handle of liquor off the table and making his way over. You didn’t miss the way he discretely wiped the white powder from his nose as he walked. He smirked at you, giving you a slight nod before screwing the lid off the bottle.

Sarah held her solo cup out to her brother who poured a generous shot into her cup. Rafe did the same for Topper, before taking a pull directly from the bottle himself, barley making a face as he did so. 

You visibly cringed as Rafe gulped it down like it was nothing. 

He smiled, laughing softly at your reaction, “Shot, Miss Y/N?” he tipped to bottle in your direction and you shook your head. 

“I’m good for now-”

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Sarah’s voice was a slightly louder than normal, something you had come to learn meant she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. 

You pointed down at you cup that was still half-full of beer, “My cup’s basically full- I gotta finish it first,”

Rafe frowned, taking a step toward you, “Who said anything about needing a cup?” 

You were quickly becoming aware of how much he was towering over your sitting position on the couch. As intimidating as Rafe could be, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked from this angle as well.

You shuttered, surprised when you felt his large hand on the back of your neck. His tongue ran across the inside of his bottom lip as he looked down at you, tipping your head slightly back as he lifted the bottle and began to pour it down your throat.

If it weren’t for the intense eye contact and the butterflies in your stomach from his touch, you’d probably be spitting the alcohol right back out onto the floor. You swallowed, face burning red- if it was from the liquor or the moment you’d just had with Rafe you had no clue. 

You stared up at him a moment longer, watching him take in the sight of you, his lips parted slightly and chest rising with his steady breathing. 

Holy shit, he was hot. 

You felt a twinge of embarrassment, suddenly remembering that Sarah and Topper were right next to you watching this go down. You looked to your right, partially relieved to see the two drunkenly making out and paying no attention to you and Rafe. You shifted your gaze back to Rafe, who’s bottom lip was now between his teeth. His hand trailed to your cheek, wiping away some of the droplets of liquor that hadn’t made it into your mouth, “Y/N-” he breathed out your name, clearly feeling the same tension between you.

You quickly shook your head, glancing back to your best friend, “You’re her brother.. She’d actually kill us both,”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Rafe offered. He noticed your attention back on him, standing up a little straighter, “Looks like we’re out of Vodka,” he lifted the now empty handle slightly as he spoke, “I’ve got more upstairs if you wanna help me grab it,” He smirked as he spoke, raising a brow and looking down at you as he extended you his hand.

You bit your tongue, glancing one last time at Sarah before finally giving in and grabbing his hand. She’s too drunk to realize you were with him- plus she has her own man to worry about, at least that’s what you convinced yourself as you let Rafe pull you upstairs. 

[karisomk]

Ndithande Chapter 3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43602945/chapters/111683053 https://www.wattpad.com/user/Karisiomk

Okoye passed by him to come into his home and the light scent of sweet vanilla followed her. For her to smell so good and look good, he wondered if he was pulling her attention from someone else at the moment.

“ I am not sure if you would be interested in tea or perhaps something stronger.” He called back looking at the kettle on his stove only to search through his cabinets for wine.

Okoye looked back at him, pulling the containers of food out carefully and placing them on the table. “I think since I brought you tea I suppose wine would be a good second choice to have” she gave a light shrug of her shoulders.

Due to Namor's habit of taking or tasting his liquor or wine when he wasn’t around. Attuma had placed most of his bottles on the very top of the cabinet hoping to make Namor leave his wine bottles alone. Frowning some, when noticing at least one bottle was out of place he made a note to himself to tell Namor to get his own damn collection. Snatching a bottle down he began to pull at the cork while fuming about his cousin.

“Do you need help with opening it? I do have a corkscrew I can get back at my home.”

The scent of vanilla wrapped around him once more he could practically feel her warmth. Curious brown eyes stared at him and then at the bottle in his hand, she was standing close to him and Attuma couldn’t help but let his gaze wander down to her lovely breasts.

Clearing his throat he felt his mouth begin to feel dry, and his grip on the wine instantly tightens. “No, I think I have it.” He said a little too quickly. A loud pop was heard, the cork flying out of the wine bottle straight to the ceiling missing Attuma’s face by mere inches.

Okoye jumped but brushed aside Attuma to get a towel to help clean up the wine that was now spilling everywhere. First his hand and now almost taking a cork to his eye, Okoye was a distraction to him that was causing bodily harm. Moving to place the wine bottle in the sink, he grabbed another towel just to clean the red wine that dripped all over his hands and splattered on his shirt.

“Well, it looks like much didn’t spill too much.” Okoye straightened to place the damp towel after she wiped up the wine off the ground. “And are you okay?” she questioned .“Yes. Just maybe I have shaken the bottle and didn’t realize it was almost pointing to my face. But let's eat before the food gets cold.” Attuma lied even though he offered a reassuring smile to her, his dimples showing some. Okoye nodded but leaned close to brush her hand against Attuma’s cheek, wiping away the specs of red wine off his cheek.

“You have gotten wine everywhere.” Okoye chuckled while patting his shoulder and moved back to the table. Attuma felt the heat rise in his face while his cheek still felt warmth from her touch, he was glad she pulled away from him. He was unsure if he would have resisted leaning more into her touch, allowing her to trace his face if she had the desire. Attuma gathered plates and silverware for both of them while taking the wine bottle from the sink.

The smell of cooked meat and spices filled the air quickly, Attuma handing silverware to Okoye before he sat down beside her to reach the dishes. “I am not sure if you ever had this but this is called Chicken curry, Shuri helped me, and also a dessert called Basbousa. “She explained. Attuma gave himself a generous helping of rice before getting just as much curry to cover it. “It smells delicious, I have heard Namor speak of a dish like this perhaps at a restaurant he’s been to. I’ve never heard of Basbousa though.” Attuma stated between small bites.

Okoye served herself but taking a smaller helping of the food and moved to pour herself wine and some for Attuma. “Mm, it's a dish from my homeland, well both of them are. A sweet like cake. “ she mused. “Curry Chicken can be spicy but I asked Shuri to ease up on that for I was uncertain if you can handle it. “ A soft grunt came from him, “Do not alter your dish because of me, I prefer it spicy anyway.” Attuma cleaned his plate only to help himself to some more of the Curry Chicken, Okoye was glad that she decided to make a big pot of it even though Shuri grumbled in the process. His body was warm while his face was flushed but he ignored it. The dish was spicy, and his tongue was burning but yet he had the audacity to ask for her normal level of spicy for the dish. He couldn’t bring himself to stop eating because it was too good. The mixture of spices was refreshing to him, better than most dishes he cooked for himself. There was a glint of humor in Okoye’s eyes when she looked at him ever so often but she didn’t say anything.

“Do you do everything out here by yourself?”

The question came after a moment of silence and after Attuma finally had his fill of food, pulling his glass of wine closer to him. He nodded just as he took a sip, enjoying the strong but bitter taste of the wine.

“For a couple of years now, sometimes my cousins help me but it’s mostly me.” Attuma and Okoye allowed the surprised expression on her features.

“That is impressive considering running a ranch is very hard work. Your cousins should help you more, from day to day things could be difficult.” she mused. Attuma shook his head, “It may be difficult but I will not ask them to do that. They may join me on their own will.”

“I could help you on days that I am not busy if you do not mind.”

Attuma damn near choked on his wine and stared at Okoye, “ I am flattered but you said it yourself that it is hard work. Do not make promises you can not fulfill.” Part of him hoped that this wasn’t Okoye’s way of proving to flirt with him.

“I know what I said, Attuma. I have you know that I am well aware of what goes on in a ranch, my-.” she started to say not wanting to mention W'Kabi, her ex-husband she feared that it would change the mood. “Look, if you ever do need help and I am close by just let me know,” she said sincerely. Attuma glanced at his wine glass, tilting it carefully while watching the dark liquid for a second. Women that have made passes at him in the past had said the same thing and he never humored it because of his disinterest.

“Can you ride a horse?”

The question was sudden but an honest one while he glanced at her once more. Admiring how the light from the sun was now shifting, casting beautiful shadows on her face.

“Eh? Yes. I used to own a horse or well the horse doted on and was practically my own.” she explained carefully. Getting to his feet, he placed his glass down and pushed in his chair.

“Let's go for a ride then.”

Perhaps the wine was making her mind swim but excitement filled her as she got up to her feet, she followed him back outside his home and around to the back of the house. The wired fence stretched away from the property but was gated off with a wire fence giving enough pasture for the two horses and a few cows he had whenever out for rotational grazing. Since the cows were out strolling about in the gated pasture, the horses were in their stalls. Attuma led them to the barn, pushing the doors open wide while he spoke, “ I am going to take a guess and say you were raised on a ranch?” he questioned while Okoye carefully peered into the few gates doors where some horses were facing away. “Yes,” she said softly and Attuma nodded seemingly content with the answer for now.

Though she failed to mention again that even her ex-husband had one and both equally tending to the lands. Okoye weighed the options if things were to grow serious she would mention him, but for now, she couldn’t. That subject was a layer of personal issues she didn’t want to go into. Besides, she did notice that Attuma hasn’t yet said anything about his own personal life.

For all she knew, he could be entertaining this evening just as much as she was. Pointing at the black mare, who was faced away from the gate. “What are all your horses' names? This one is very pretty.” Attuma moved to stand by Okoye,” That's Nalo. And the chestnut that's now looking at you is Azi” he replied moving to pet Azi. “ Getting a horse bit piece, Attuma moved back by Azi to slip the piece into the stallion's mouth and secure it. Opening the gate, he guided the horse out near the saddles. Okoye gave the two space, admiring how Azi seemed to be eager about going for a ride. Azi tries its best to gently tug at Attuma’s shirt or even nudge him. Placing folded blankets on the back of the horse, Attuma finally placed it on a saddle and secured it.

Snapping on the reins, he looked to Okoye who came close to his side admiring Azi. “Don’t mind him, He’s showing out because you are here. “ Attuma offered his hand to Okoye to take so he could help her onto the saddle. A soft slender hand met a strong grasp, she held onto him firmly while holding the pommel of the saddle to ease up onto the horse. Attuma only let go of her hand to lightly hold her hips to guide her and to make sure she didn’t fall. He climbed onto the saddle next, only shifting some to get his footing right once on. His strong arms around Okoye to get both reigns, her back pressing lightly into his warm broad chest.

With a firm nudge into Azi’s side and the flick of the reins, the horse moved into a slow trot. Each light bounce pushed Attuma’s and Okoye’s hips into one another while Okoye gripped the pommel, but she prayed to Bast to cease her hammering heart. “Okoye-” Attuma said too softly into her ear, though she swore she could hear the humor in his tone when her shoulders tensed slightly. He was enjoying this too much.

“You said you were familiar with horseback riding and if you would like I could give you the reins. To the right by the pasture, there is a trail path that circles back around this area. It takes us by a lake and we make our way back again.” Holding the leather reins in one hand, he held them close to Okoye who took them after a moment. “Do you not believe me?” The question was blunt but she was curious but she wasn’t complaining. “I did at first but usually those that aren’t familiar horses tend to get nervous once near one or riding one. You didn’t.” he pointed out, watching as Okoye steered Azi onto the trail path that led to the lake. Rust and pink hues were scattered throughout the clouds as the sun had slowly begun to set. Okoye huffed and shook her head, an honest answer that came from Attuma at least. The air began to cool down, a welcoming change from the dry heat that lingered all early afternoon.

“My most recent horse was named M20, he was light gray but looked white from afar. A very kind horse tried his best to follow me around everywhere. I wasn’t his true owner but doted on me” she said with a faint smile. “Azi reminds me of him, he would not waste time nudging me or trying his best to eat or pull my clothing.” she chuckled. For once she was glad that Attuma couldn’t see her face, the longing for the horse lingered in her gaze.

“And where is he now?” He questioned, allowing one arm to carefully wrap around Okoye’s waist but his hands settled on the pommel of the saddle. “M20 is with his true owner and that was someone that I had been with at the time. My ex-husband,” she admitted.

There was a long silence, several questions that lingered in the back of Attuma’s mind now all being answered at once. Why he didn’t see anyone with her, no ring on her finger as well. But just as those questions were silenced, more arose with him.

“You miss him.” Attuma pointed out carefully while looking at the path ahead of him. The statement held a double meaning. While a foreign feeling burned his chest at the thought of her being distracted by another. Okoye’s sigh only made the sensation worse. Grassy plains stretched as far as the eye could see. Wildflowers of various colors all spread out before him, the scent of floral faintly moved passed them every so often.

“M20? Yes. The animals on the farm that I helped raise, were mine just as much as his. Yes.” Okoye frowned some. “Mm,” Attuma said softly, what odd sensation he felt that he could only label as jealousy slipped him.

“He took it away from you?”

“I gave my portion away, I wanted nothing to do with him or anything that could tie me to him.” Memories of her and W’kabi arguing with one another filled her mind, how W’Kabi tried to convince her to stay. That the moment of weakness he had that made him look to other women for comfort would not happen again. That he loved Okoye and that he would do better for her. This weighed on her heart, being forced to leave the memories of a proud W’kabi learning to garden for her. Or being chased by his own chickens out of the hen house. The brief envious that W’Kabi would have over his own horse M20 would favor Okoye and even try to push W’Kabi away. All these light memories could not outweigh the bad ones that hurt her. W'Kabi cheated on her and in return had the gall to still hope for Okoye's forgiveness.

Sudden warmth around her made her gasp, bringing her back to the reality that she was still with Attuma. Attuma’s strong arms had wrapped around her firmly, “ I am sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. If you would like to go back already we can.” he said quietly to her. He had seen the tension, the distant look as if Okoye was on the verge of shutting him out.

“No, it is not your fault. And no, I want to see the lake you mentioned.” Okoye stated, though placed one of her hands on his forearms and patted lightly. She welcomed that there was no judgment or ill thoughts towards her about this confession. Okoye had feared this would turn the evening into a short awkward one.

“We’re almost there, just pass that hill” Attuma pointed ahead of them while the grassy plains slowly became an incline. Attuma placed a hand over Okoye’s gesture for her to stop Azi at the top of the hill. The incline was high enough to overview his ranch and her home, and the road that led into town. Giving a beautiful view of the land and the lake itself. The sun had disappeared below the horizon, and orange and pink were replaced with deep blues and purples in the sky. Those same colors reflect on the calm large lake.

“It’s beautiful.”

Attuma nodded slowly, taking his hand off hers to place it back on her waist, Azi moved forward again down the incline and closer to the lake. “This was a favorite place of ours as children to visit, back then the lake was filled with fish too. We could swim all day, catch fish and go home to eat,” he explained. “When part of this property was lost, it became overfished and damaged. For the most part, I have repaired the pier and have it where if you catch it you release it back into the lake. This allows the fish a healthy cycle of growth and increases its population of them.”

Okoye didn’t pry about the term of lost, knowing that some type of legal battle had to ensue over the area. “Well I am glad that this is back in your care,” she said with a light smile. The wind began to pick up some, bringing more cool winds as it became darker. The lake was quiet besides fishes breaking the surface every so often to eat bugs that dared to hover too close to the surface. She steered Azi with ease, urging the horse to go back towards the hill to start making their way back to the ranch. Attuma chuckled to himself, his deep chuckle made his chest rumble some. Part of him was certain that Azi didn’t mind Okoye either for he had taken to her naturally. As many times Azi had pulled his reins out of Namor’s hand purely out of spite. Azi was very good for Okoye this evening.

“What?”

“Mm nothing, just Azi seems to like you too,” he confessed after a moment. A soft laugh was his reward from her, not minding how she leaned into him while they scaled the hill. “Oh, so it isn’t just that Azi likes me, hm.” she teased lightly. “Do not tell me I must spell it out for you.” he quipped back. “No, I think you almost taking a cork to your eye did let me know everything that I need to know. “ she hummed but laughed at Attuma’s slight huff. Each time he came close, she saw the way he froze up while soaking in every part of her. She wasn’t blind when his eyes lingered on her.

The night sky revealed bright stars that scattered out as the moon began to slowly raise. The path back seemed way too short for Okoye’s liking but she enjoyed it. “Thank you and thank you Azi for taking us to the lake today. "She said, reaching to lightly pat the horse while approaching the pasture. Attuma’s hand slid further up Okoye’s stomach slowly pushing her back towards him, while he leaned over her shoulder.

“Perhaps we can do this again.” Attuma offered while Okoye looked up at him, searching his eyes while he did the same. “I am sure Azi would enjoy that too.” He leaned closer to her, brushing his nose against hers. Feeling her hand touch his cheek, Attuma moved to place his lips against hers carefully. Afraid that she would know that he wanted to kiss her since his first night seeing her. Feeling her lips part for him, his warm tongue brushed against her slowly and Attuma’s head began to spin. The kiss deepened, and Attuma’s embrace tightened while their tongues swirled and pushed against one another until they were forced to pull for a breath.

“Yes, very soon,” she whispered against his lips. Attuma smiled, pecking her lips and then pecking her forehead.

[porchlightfairy]

You Put a Spell on Me (ch.5)

pairing: steve harrington x black!oc

a/n: i wrote this late at night so please don’t mind any errors. hope you enjoy!

chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Chapter 5

Ophelia was letting herself have fun now. Was that so bad? Hell no. Steve was wrapped around her pretty little finger, He carried her books for her. They studied in the library during study hall together. They ate lunch together, and he would sometimes drive her to and from school.

Everyone at school would stare at her but Ophelia seemed to float above it all. Steve had her undivided attention with how nice he was being for her to care about those who were being mean to her. And Steve had almost become like a bodyguard to her so most people would avoid being so outward with their hatred. 

They had gone on a few dates and Ophelia opened up a bit more. She was more comfortable being around him. Opening up about her life and letting him hang out in her house. It was the middle of the week and they were in her kitchen as she cooked them dinner.

“How do you feel about parties?” Steve says breaking the peaceful silence.

“I’ve never been to one.” She answers, “But I assume they're not my cup of tea.”

“Well, what if I invited you to one? Would you want to go?”

“Are you having a party?”

He shakes his head, “No, but Halloween is this weekend. Someone will probably host one.”

She nods, “Okay. As long as you’re with me.”

Steve was right. Halloween weekend had arrived and there was a party being hosted. It’s been a while since Ophelia had dressed up for Halloween. She throws on a black dress with flared sleeves before digging through her closet and finding a wide-brimmed witch hat. She sighs, “Guess this will do.” She puts it on and finishes getting ready.

She looks at herself in the mirror, “Cute.” She gets into her car and heads over to Steve's house. The party was not his, however; it was Tommy’s. It was just down the street so she parked in front of Steve’s house and waited for Steve so they could walk over together.

She knocks on the door and after a few moments, it swings open. Steve stood in the doorway wearing a button-up shirt and a shotgun in hand. She tilts her head, “What are you supposed to be?” She asks.

“I’m the guy from the night of the living dead.” He says waving around the fake gun. Ophelia nods. She had never seen that movie before, “I think I see it now.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “It’s all I had.” He leads her inside to grab his coat, “You look amazing though. You’re really playing up the witch joke.”

She shrugs, “It’s all I had.” He touches the hate, “I think it’s perfect.” He then holds out his elbow to her, “Shall we?” She takes it happily and they head over to the party. They passed by a few trick-or-treaters on the way. As they got closer, Ophelia felt a nervous pit in her stomach. She had anticipated this but now that she could hear the loud music and see the people practically spilling out of the house.

The door was wide open and she had to slip out of Steve’s grasp so they could get through the crowd smoothly. Steve meets up with Tommy who was already drunk, swaying from side to side. “H-hey man! Finally, you’re here.” He looks over Steve’s shoulder and spots Ophelia, “And I see you’ve brought her with you.”

Ophelia shrinks a little. Steve pushes Tommy away and grimaces, “I’ve told you before Tommy, cut that crap out. Leave her alone, alright?” He pats Tommy's shoulder then grabs her hand, “Let’s get a drink.” He leads her to the kitchen to pour some drinks for her and himself. As he gulps down his he passes Ophelia the other cup. She takes it slowly and looks into the cup. The dark liquor sloshes around in the cup. Her wide eyes reflect back at her. She licks her lips and brings the cup to her mouth. She rarely drank alcohol. She’s had an occasional glass of wine but nothing like rum and coke.

But, she proceeds to drink from the cup, taking a few gulps before gasping for air. Her throat burns and her eyes begin to water. “You okay?” Steve chuckles. She nods silently, setting the cup down. “I will be.”

Steve stands beside her and slings his arm over her shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.” Ophelia tucks into his arm. She looks around seeing everyone dancing and talking. She looks over at Steve who is now occupied with a conversation. She picks up her drink again, swirling it around a few more ties before chugging a few more gulps like Steve had done just moments before.

Ophelia couldn’t help but think of her mother at this moment and how she would have loved to see Ophelia going to a party and enjoying herself. So she should. She goes and pours herself another drink. Now that her insides were burning hot she stands in front of Steve with a smile on her face.

“Hey there.” He smiles. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, “Let’s dance.” She says before pulling him into the designated dance room, the living room. Ophelia dances around him, swaying her hips and looking at him with sultry eyes. She gets close to him, then turns so her back was pressed against his chest. Slowly, Steve moves his hands up her body starting at her thighs. They creep up to her hips as their bodies sway. They then move up her dress just under her breasts. Ophelia grabs his hands and looks over her shoulder at him.

His mouth was agape and slowly he began to lean towards her. She giggles and slips out of his grasp, “Aht aht ah.” She steps back a few more times and bumps into someone.

“Oh, you bitch!” She turns around and sees Tommy’s girlfriend, Carol, staring back at her. The front of her costume was ruined with liquor. “Watch where the fuck you're going, tramp.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” Ophelia murmurs, “Let me help you—”

“Don’t come near me you freak! You’ll hex me or some shit.” She continues to berate Ophelia and draws attention to the commotion. Tommy weaves through the crowd and stares directly at Ophelia, “You’ve got a problem, Witch Bitch.”

Steve then steps through, “It was an accident, Tommy. Tell your girlfriend to lay off.” 

“How about you tell that witch slut to back off.”

Steve grabs at Tommy’s collar, “You know what I’m getting real sick and tired of your bullshit. You walk away right now, or we will have a problem.”

A hush fell over the crowd as the two boys stared at each other intensely. Tommy shoves Steve off of him. For a moment everyone thinks it’s over until Tommy spins back around and punches Steve in the face.

The crowd begins to shout as the boys continue to tussle on the floor. Ophelia watches in fear as they roll around on the beer-covered ground exchanging punches until Tommy was satisfied.

“Get your witch whore and get the fuck out.” He sneers before spitting blood at Steve. Steve gets up slowly, and Ophelia helps him up. The crowd parts and they make a swift exit.

“I’m sorry Steve.” Ophelia whispers

“‘S okay. It wasn’t your fault.” He says. His eye was now swollen shut in the cool air. Blood gleams on his face under the street lights. They head back to Steve’s house where Ophelia leads the battered boy to the bathroom. However, Steve stops and leads her up to his private bathroom in his room.

Ophelia had never been to his bedroom before let alone his own bathroom. Steve shuffled through the cabinets bringing out a first aid kit. Ophelia takes it from his hands, “Let me do it.” She points to the toilet, “Close the lid and sit.”

Steve obliges by sitting on the toilet and letting her clean his face with antiseptic wipes, “Thank you for saving me, Steve.”

He shrugs, “Tommy’s an asshole. I should have done something like that a while ago. I was getting sick of how he was treating you.”

She nods as she continues to patch him up. Steve’s eyes are trained on her as she moves from him to the kit and then back. Their eyes catch and he gives a blood-stained grin. Ophelia licks her fry lips as she studies Steve’s black eye. “I’ll get you some ice.” And maybe some for herself, she was starting to sweat under his gaze.

She lets the cool air of the freezer calm her down before grabbing a bag of frozen peas and walking back to the bathroom. Steve waited for her on the toilet with a tired smile. Slowly, she presses the peas into his eye. He winces, “Thank you for this.”

“No problem,” Ophelia murmurs. She looks over at him with a smile. Although he had the peas in his eye he never stopped looking at her. She proceeds to put away the kit and then looks back at Steve. Her heart rate picks up, “Need something?” She asks nervously.

He shakes his head, “Just like looking at you.” Ophelia’s face begins to heat up. She scoffs and covers her face with the wide-brimmed hat. Gently, Steve lifts it up, peeking under it to see Ophelia smiling underneath.

Steve then stands up, “You know, Tommy and I have been friends since diapers. I could never imagine having a big falling out with him.”

Ophelia’s smile fades as Steve stands toward her. “Maybe he was right.”  Ophelia steps backward, and she feels the edge of the counter press against her back. “You’ve done something to me, Ophelia. I know you did.”

She looks up at him, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She bats her eyelashes trying to keep her composure, “Steve, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He gets closer, putting his hands on either side of her body pinning her against the counter. She puts her hand on his chest to push him back but as soon as it rests there, Steve grabs it and places it over his heart.

“Don’t you feel that? It’s because of you, Ophelia.” He leans over her, faces just inches apart. With his other hand, he tilts her chin up to look into her eyes. This was feeling real. Very real. And Ophelia knew this was bad. He didn’t actually feel this way. None of what he said was true. He just fought his best friend for a lie. Him being nice to her. Spending time with her. What if things go back to normal? He’ll hate her. She was awful. And everyone was right, she was an evil witch bitch.

Her thoughts are cut short by the feeling of his thumb on her bottom lip. “I wanna kiss you so bad.” He whispers. Ophelia’s heart is racing a mile a minute. She shouldn’t do this. It was wrong. So very wrong.

 “Then do it.” The words had no thought behind them. How stupid was she?

He smiles down at her before pressing his forehead against hers. Slowly, their lips pressed together. Ophelia had never been kissed before. It was nice. She moves her hands to the sides of his face. After a long moment, they separate.

However, it’s only for a moment as Steve goes in for another. Then another. His tongue slips into her mouth. Then he lifts her onto the counter as they continue to kiss. It felt so good. Ophelia followed his movements, exchanging spit and slipping her tongue into his mouth. 

They separate again to take a breath. Steve moves his kiss down to her neck. Ophelia gasps in surprise at the sensation of his tongue on her skin. He mumbles against her throat, “You’re so beautiful.” His hands move under her dress. Her breath hitches. Her hands tangled into his hair, “Steve.” She whispers.

He moves away and looks at her. A smile grows on his face. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.” Ophelia swallows the spit in her mouth. He kisses her again. “I think…” No. “I think I’m…” Don’t say it. Please don’t say it. “I’m in love with  you.”

Ophelia didn’t know what it was. Either the alcohol or the word but she felt sick. She lurched forward and expelled the contents of her stomach all over herself and Steve. Out of breath and out of energy, Ophelia's eyes grow heavy and she passes out.

Ophelia opens her eyes and finds herself in an oversized shirt and a bed that was not her own. It was Steve’s. She was still in his bedroom. She looks down at herself to see that she was no longer in her costume and in a large t-shirt instead. It was daylight outside. She could see the sun's rays peek through his curtains. The memories of the night before come flooding back. She winces at the thoughts and falls back into the pillows.

Just then Steve comes out of the bathroom and notices her awake. “Good morning.” He smiles. She raises her head and pouts, “Morning. Sorry for throwing up on you.”

He waves it off, “It’s alright. Maybe it was the best to call the night there.”

A silence. The awkwardness begins to fill the room. Ophelia knows this has gone on too long. It was nice while it lasted but after the night before she has come to her senses. None of this was real. And she just had to accept that fact. 

“Ophelia, I wanted to apologize for last night” Steve sits down on the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t thinking when I said that stuff last night. I don't know where it came from. Every time I look at you I just get this overwhelming feeling to tell you everything that comes to my head.” he chuckles nervously, “I really do like you and I know how you feel about relationships. But I feel like we’ve gotten closer. And maybe just maybe there is a small chance we could be together.”

Ophelia’s throat tightened. Oh, what she would give to say yes right now. But she knew it was wrong. She looks away for a moment to compose herself, “Steve…”She couldn’t let this go on any further, “We can’t. None of this is real.”

Steve’s smile fades, “What? What do you mean?”

Ophelia shifts in the bed moving to the edge but still keeping ing distance from Steve, “You don’t actually like me. You don’t actually feel those things towards me. And it’s all because of that love potion you drank that night we were partners for a project.”

“What?!” His face changes to a look of horror. 

“The potion was real and it made you fall in love with me. That’s why you don’t know why. Because it’s not really you.” She purses her lips.

“Oh my god.” He turns his head to look away from her, “And you just let me?!”

“I was going to fix it, I swear I just… I…”

“You were what, being a selfish prick?!”

“Steve.” Tears well up in her eyes.

“I pushed my friends away for you. I fought my best friend. I did that for what? Some fucking illusion you poisoned me with?!” He stands up still not looking at her fully.

“I didn’t do that! You stole the drink from me! So if there is anyone to blame it's you!”

“Me?! You brought the drink to my house! This wouldn’t happen if you didn’t just keep that shit away.” 

“I can still fix this.” She steps towards him. He backs away. “I— I should go.” She gathers her stuff and quickly leaves the house. She speeds away to her house and once inside she sobs uncontrollably. After a few moments, she runs to her room to grab the potion bottle and begins to work on the antidote. The faster she got it done the faster she could disappear again. As she works she wipes away her tears. The potion fizzles and bubbles in reaction.

She sighs, “This better work.” She then sticks her head over the pot and lets her tears fall into the pot. The concoction boils over before settling. Now for the final ingredient. She gets close to the simmering liquid and whispers, “I don’t love.”

A plume of smoke fills the kitchen. It must have worked because it made Ophelia's heart feel heavy like a stone. After cooling the antidote, Ophelia pours it into the glass bottle. Compared to its counterpart the antidote was near clear like water. It had a citrus and vinegar scent to it and it made Ophelia’s eyes water,

Ophelia seals the bottle and puts it away. It was mid-afternoon and She noticed she was still wearing Steve’s shirt. She goes to get clean and freshens up. She looks in the mirror, realizing Monday would probably be hell on Earth.

The thought made her stomach crawl. Exhausted by the morning she had, she goes back to sleep. The repulsed look on Steve’s face is etched into her mind as she does so.

[herxsy]

Me & My husband

tw // cheating

Silas had poured some whiskey for both of them, handing the cup over to Liam, his intern. They had grown rather close over the few months that Liam had been interning for him - Silas finding himself to be rather sweet over the other.

“So, when is the boss gonna give you a raise?” Liam asked, raising an eyebrow as he brought the cup full of liquor to his lips. Silas shrugged, his attention more on Liam’s eyes. “I don’t know when, but I hope it’s soon.” Silas replied, his voice a mere whisper as he poked at the steak on his dinner plate.

His food had gone cold a while back, and he felt his appetite disappear, no longer hungry for the piece of meat in front of him. His eyes looked back up to Liam’s figure, the other watching the sunset, rays of orange and yellow highlighting his face. He looked almost angelic.

Silas’ mouth suddenly went dry, clearing his throat as he shook his head. “Do you think you might get the promotion?” Silas questioned him, watching as Liam grinned before shaking his head. “Nope. Besides, why would I need a promotion? I’m already happy being here.” Liam answered, leaning forward a bit as his eyes connected with Silas’.

Green connecting with blue and sudden silence filling the both of them.

Silas leaned forward a bit, humming as a small smile stretched across his face. He noticed a glimmer in Liam’s eyes as he leaned forward a bit more, tension filling the room.

And suddenly, Liam’s actions were swift, his hand moving to the back of Silas’ head, his lips pressed against chapped ones that tasted like whiskey.

Silas was shocked, eyebrows raised but he would relax, allowing the other to stand from the chair - allowing more space between the two men.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and tender as they stood there. Though, lips against lips became teeth against teeth which became lips against skin.

Liam and Silas were sprawled on the couch, Liam holding Silas by his hips - Silas’ shirt unbuttoned showing skin that was almost covered in spit and dark marks that stretched to Silas’ neck. “You’re so beautiful.” Liam mumbled against his flesh, causing a groan to pass from Silas’ throat.

Liam’s fingers trailed to the hem of Silas’ shirt, pushing it up, wanting to reveal more skin that he could mark as his own.

“You’re so handsome..” Liam breathed out, his lips placing kisses against the scarred skin of Silas’ chest. Liam didn’t need to know where silas’ had gained them from, he simply wanted the other to know he had been loved and was being loved.

Silas grabbed Liam by the shoulders, pulling him up so their lips could meet again, their kiss feverish.

“What do you want me to do..” Liam mumbled against Silas’ lips, his eyes half-lidded and full blown, his hands returning to Silas’ hips, rubbing circles into the warm skin. “I.. I want you to-“ Silas had suddenly been cut off by the slam of a door, then the rush of footsteps.

“Silas, I-“ Jezebel’s eyes widened at the sight before her, her hand immediately rushing to her mouth.

Her husband was being straddled by another man, Silas’ dark hair a mess and his beautiful blue eyes, the ones that jezebel oh so loved - had been full blown.

“What..” she whispered, absolutely shocked. Her brows furrowed as she watched Liam scramble to shift himself from on top of Silas figure, Silas pushing himself up to seat - showing the dark purple marks on his neck.

“I’ll- uh, I’ll go.” Liam mumbled, guilt suddenly washing over him as he rushed off, jezebel’s eyes on him as he walked past her.

Silas sighed deeply as he heard the sound of the door closing, keeping his head down, his blue eyes cast down to the floor while his fingers intertwined themselves.

“How long?” Jezebel suddenly asked, Silas’ eyes now on her figure as he lifted his head. They were dull. “This was the first time.” He simply replied, his hands reaching down to button his shirt back up. “Why.” Jezebel then said, her teeth grit and her voice wobbly.

“I’m.. I’m not in love with you, I never was.” Silas told her in reply, standing up from the couch. His eyes stared directly at her, and Jezebel felt nausea wash over her, Her eyes were glossy as tears threatened to fall.

“Then why. Why did you marry me..” her voice threatened to give out anytime soon, and she cast her head down, she couldn’t bare to look at Silas.

“My father asked me to. I didn’t wish for it.” He answered, his voice blunt as he tucked his shirt back into his pants before crossing his arms against his chest. He glanced to the outside window, a frown stretching across his face.

“I’m sorry, Jezebel.” He then mumbled to her, but he made no move to comfort her, instead he walked past her. His head was cast down as well. “I’ll pack my things tomorrow.”

[rafecam]

Best Friend’s Brother

characters- rafe x reader

warnings- language

w.c- 400

“Y/N! Sarah!” Topper plopped him down on the couch between you, face flushed and the smell of vodka ripe on his breath. A giant grin splayed across his face as he wrapped his arm around Sarah, “You two look like you need some more shots,”

Sarah giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder as Topper waved Rafe over. 

Rafe brushed his hair out of his face and nodded at his best friend, grabbing a handle of liquor off the table and making his way over. You didn’t miss the way he discretely wiped the white powder from his nose as he walked. He smirked at you, giving you a slight nod before screwing the lid off the bottle.

Sarah held her solo cup out to her brother, who poured a generous shot into her cup. Rafe did the same for Topper before taking a pull directly from the bottle himself, barely making a face as he did so. 

You visibly cringed as Rafe gulped it down like it was nothing. 

He smiled, laughing softly at your reaction, “Shot, Miss Y/N?” he tipped to bottle in your direction, and you shook your head. 

“I’m good for now-”

“Oh, come on, Y/N!” Sarah’s voice was slightly louder than normal. Something you had come to learn meant she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. 

You pointed down at your cup that was still half-full of beer, “My cup’s basically full- I gotta finish it first,”

Rafe frowned, taking a step toward you, “Who said anything about needing a cup?” 

You were quickly becoming aware of how much he was towering over your sitting position on the couch. As intimidating as Rafe could be, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked from this angle.

You shuttered, surprised when you felt his large hand on the back of your neck. His tongue ran across the inside of his bottom lip as he looked down at you, tipping your head slightly back as he lifted the bottle and began to pour it down your throat.

If it weren’t for the intense eye contact and the butterflies in your stomach from his touch, you’d probably be spitting the alcohol right back onto the floor. You swallowed, face burning red- whether it was from the liquor or the intense moment you’d just had with Rafe, you had no clue. 

You stared up at him a moment longer, watching him drink in the sight of you, his lips parted slightly and chest rising with his steady breathing. 

Holy shit, he was hot. 

You felt a twinge of embarrassment, suddenly remembering that Sarah and Topper were right next to you watching this go down. You looked to your right, partially relieved to see the two drunkenly making out and paying no attention to you and Rafe. 

You shifted your gaze back to Rafe, whose bottom lip was now between his teeth. His hand trailed to your cheek, wiping away some of the droplets of liquor that hadn’t made it into your mouth, “Y/N-” he breathed out your name, clearly just as aware as you at the tension between you.

You quickly shook your head, glancing back to your best friend, “You’re her brother, and I’m her best friend.. She’d actually kill us both,”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Rafe offered, shrugging nonchalantly. He noticed your attention back on him, standing up a little straighter, “Looks like we’re out of Vodka...” he lifted the now empty handle slightly, “I’ve got more upstairs if you wanna help me grab it,” He smirked as he spoke, raising a brow and looking down at you as he extended you his hand.

You bit your tongue, glancing one last time at Sarah before finally giving in and grabbing his hand. She’s too drunk to realize you were with him- plus, she has her own man to worry about, at least that’s what you convinced yourself as you let Rafe pull you upstairs.