#i didn’t want to drink on the job. I’m a lightweight

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Apparently you can just. Go to bars and order things that aren’t on their menu.

[seumyo]

SAKUSA KIYOOMI ✰ 8:56

NOTE. I am now proposing Haikyuu boys with their Oldest (or Older) sister! Reader and how that dynamic goes . . inspired by this TikTok video.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, when had too many drinks at the post-wedding reception of his oldest sister, is a whole different person when completely sober. And in the rare times that he does get drunk (to no one’s surprise, he’s actually lightweight), he gets a little (a little is an understatement) sentimental and vulnerable.

It just happens; it’s not like he has any control over his raw emotions.

“What was that?” Motoya asks his cousin.

Kiyoomi had been sobbing for half an hour now, his cheeks blooming with a slight rosy hue and his eyes brimming with tears as he wiped them away with his hands—like how a crying toddler would. “Onee-san got married,” he cried through muffled hiccups.

“She’s going to start her own family.”

“And what’s gonna happen?”

“We’re never going to see each other again.”

This side of Kiyoomi was definitely quality entertainment. He rarely ever held his heart and emotions on his sleeves, but tonight was a particular exception. But then again, it was a little surprising how attached he was to his oldest sister considering how big their age gap was.

It could be that, among his siblings, the oldest of the four practically raised Kiyoomi. His older sister and brother were always too busy to play with him because of the obvious difference in their ages as well as their different developmental stages. When Kiyoomi was four, his older sister was ten, his older brother was twelve, and you—his oldest sister—were sixteen at that time.

You were always the one to entertain him whenever you got home from school, spend time with him in the manor’s library, and encourage him to make new friends (before Motoya came along and visited more often) so he wouldn’t be as lonely as he used to. So it was natural that he was much closer to you than his own parents.

“Do you want to say bye again?” Motoya suggested.

“No,” Kiyoomi sniffled, shaking his head. “I already did, it would be too awkward...”

Back in the hotel room, Motoya and Kiyoomi’s older brother—Kino—made sure he didn’t randomly collapse on the way back. They didn’t have to worry about that because Kiyoomi was quite compliant and just kept on talking about how he was going to miss you.

And of course, Kino, being the teasing little shit he was at his grown age, decided to film Kiyoomi’s confessions.

“I’m going to miss Nee-san,” he murmured.

At this point, Motoya and Kino thought that Kiyoomi’s tears were almost at an end, but the whole dam broke when Kino asked, “What’s going to happen to Nee-san?”

“She got married.”

“But that’s how it is—“

“But she’s going to leave the house!” Kiyoomi added, unknowingly folding the freshly ironed blankets the hotel staff provided earlier when they asked for another one. “She was the one who got me to play volleyball,” he said. 

“I never listened to what she had to say because she was annoying sometimes, and now I’m going to miss it.”

“Aw, Kiyo!” Kino chuckled. “That’s how it is; she’s bound to start a family of her own eventually.”

But Kiyoomi couldn’t stomach the fact that he had a little too much to drink. He didn’t understand—he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he would no longer see you when he went home during the weekends if he didn’t have practice; he wouldn’t have to argue with you anymore on who would wash the dishes after supper; he wouldn’t have you cook his favorite dishes anymore.

You wouldn’t come home anymore. You wouldn’t be visiting as often as he’d hoped you would. You wouldn’t visit his games as often as you could because of your job.

The thoughts he was having were antagonizing. They made him feel small and vulnerable, and that familiar feeling of loneliness from his childhood lingers around in the form of a throbbing headache the next morning. Kiyoomi struggles to get through his hangover, but he does his best.

He stares at the mirror in his hotel room’s bathroom, then gets eye drops on his obviously red and still puffy eyes. How much did he cry last night? He doesn’t even remember anything. Kiyoomi doesn’t want to remember if it’s embarrassing. He’d much rather crawl in a hole and never resurface.

Then he sees a message from you.

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Aww, sleep tight, Kiyo :((

Don’t forget that I’ll always be your sister even if we don’t share the same last name anymore or even if I’m not around as often as I wished I could! You could always visit us, ok? Just text me if you need anything!

And just like that, Kiyoomi’s in tears once again.

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Same Team! A YJH Office Romance Pt. 4

Idol!Jeonghan x ProductionStaff!Reader

You’re serious about your job, but not as serious as Yoon Jeonghan is about flirting.

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Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Series Content: slooowwwwww burn, fluff!, cute flirting!, will-they-won’t-they vibes!, tension!!, occasional alcohol consumption, office crushes, office romance, appearances by all of the members, reader is shy and gets flustered easily!, jeonghan is jeonghan-ing!

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading!! This part features Dino and Shua 😊, MC is crushing hard!! How does Jeonghan feel?? We’ll see! Remember this is as slow of a slow burn as you can get! But I will have these two touch soon don’t worry. Also yes, there is the corny character-forgot-their-own-birthday trope in this part, sorry! Enjoy!!

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You practically ran to the parking lot from the equipment storage closet, touching up your makeup faster than you ever had in your life in the elevator before meeting Jeonghan, Joshua, and Dino outside the building.

“Nuna!” Dino called out in an excited voice. You and Dino had gotten along almost immediately. He was very sweet. He was the maknae, after all, so you couldn’t help but feel endeared to him. You were often tasked with helping him out with Lives, and he sometimes asked you to shoot his dance challenges.

“Dino-mite!” This was your nickname for him after you’d made the awkward pun trying to hype him up while you were filming one of his challenges, and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Wah, I’m so curious to talk to you outside of work!” Dino was visibly excited, jogging to meet you halfway while Jeonghan and Joshua hung back. He’s so cute, you thought. Honestly you were relieved that someone as outgoing as Dino was coming with you. You felt like it cut the tension you felt around Jeonghan in half. You were also relieved that Joshua was joining you. You still hadn’t quite gotten to know him. But you spoke in English together sometimes, which felt nice. He was quite softspoken, really. But he could help you out with Korean, too, if needed.

“I’m happy you’re coming too, Y/N,” Joshua said to you, already speaking in English. “Jeonghan told me and I was really surprised, to be honest.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t gone out with you all sooner,” you said in English.

“Wait, speak Korean!” Dino whined jokingly.

“You should practice English.” Joshua said.

“Oh, come on,” Dino said, “we’re supposed to have fun! I want to talk freely with Y/N! Nuna your Korean is really good!” You laughed.

“Joshua, Dino, sit in the back,” Jeonghan said, as the four of you reached the car. “Y/N is sitting up front.”

“I didn’t hear her call it,” Dino said.

“She doesn’t have to; this is a special treat for her first time going out drinking with us.” Jeonghan looked at you, and you felt your throat tighten and your heart start pounding harder. A treat!? Am I that obvious to him?

“It’s okay, I can sit in the back!” you said almost too hastily. I thought we were getting dinner, you thought. We’re going to drink? The two other times you’d gone out drinking with people in Seoul had been rough. You were a lightweight to begin with and could not keep up with your coworkers. You ended up staying out all night and coming in to work hungover, which you’d never done before in your life.

“Nope, too late, you’re sitting in the front.” Jeonghan said.

“Fine,” Dino said, “but only because it’s nuna and we get to relax together.” The three of you laughed at his sudden sincerity, and you climbed into the passenger seat, Jeonghan sitting right next to you.

He looks good behind the wheel. You couldn’t help thinking. God, even him driving excited you. You had to be careful drinking around him.

“Nuna pass me the aux,” Dino said, queuing up music.

The four of you spent the car ride chatting, laughing at Dino’s random questions and rambling jokes. Jeonghan chided you for being too nice and laughing every time. He told you that if you laugh at his jokes too much he’ll think that he can tell them all the time. Joshua chuckled pleasantly in the back... You almost felt comfortable, until you’d catch a periodic glimpse of Jeonghan looking at you out of the corner of your eye. At a red light, as he cruised down a long road, as he pulled into the quiet parking lot of the small, out-of-the-way bar...

He's probably not actually looking this much, you thought. But you felt flustered.

“Ah, this place,” Joshua said.

“You’ve already been?” you asked.

“One time. They have private rooms, so it’s not too crazy.”

“Whoa, cool,” Dino said, admiring the clean-cut but secluded vibe of the place.

The parking lot was practically empty. You were relieved to hear that the place was quite private. You did not want to deal with any rumors. It was pretty normal for staff to spend time with the members like this, but still. You were an easy person to recognize here, and were never sure what could end up jeopardizing your job or your image. The celebrity culture aside, you were kind of self-conscious in public still. Everyone was perfectly nice! You were just self-conscious by nature. Usually people warmed up to you once you spoke with them— knowing that you spoke Korean put most people at ease. But you still felt like you might be doing something you shouldn’t without realizing it sometimes.

Did he pick this place on purpose? You wondered, watching Jeonghan walk through the front door to the bar. You knew that you were probably being presumptuous, but you wondered.

The hostess led the four of you to a room toward the back, partitioned off by a beautiful, floral-patterned curtain. The lighting was quite low, giving the room kind of a sexy atmosphere.

“Whoaaaa...” Dino stared around in wonder. “This place is so nice!”

“We’re celebrating,” Jeonghan said, swiftly taking the seat beside you. Your eyes widened involuntarily. You tried to breathe as you fumbled with one of the menus. 

“Celebrating what?” Joshua asked.

“Y/N’s birthday,” Jeonghan said. Your head snapped up to look at him.

Oh my God, you thought, reaching for your phone...

I forgot my own birthday.

“What!?” Dino practically yelled.

“Wait, what!” Joshua added.

You were frozen, looking at your phone screen. Never in your life did you imagine that you would be so preoccupied you would forget your own birthday. You just kept gaping at the date on your screen, but you could feel the familiar sensation of a certain pair of eyes trained right on you.

You turned, still astonished toward Jeonghan.

“How did you know it was my birthday?”

“You told me!”

“What?” You said, still stunned.

“Never mind, Nuna,” Jeonghan laughed lightly at you, “order whatever you want.”

“Ooo, Yoon Jeonghan that was smooth,” Joshua teased.

“It’s polite to offer to pay on someone’s birthday,” Jeonghan said, his hair cascading forward as he glanced down at the menu, obscuring his face from your view. You were still staring at him, your heart pounding so loud that you were sure he could hear it. We’re sitting so close, you noticed.

“Whoa, hyung,” Dino said, “that was a cool thing to say.”

“I’m not paying for you just so you know,” Jeonghan said.

“Not cool,” Dino replied, making Joshua laugh.

“...Thank you,” you said softly. Your voice came out weaker than you wanted it to, but hopefully it was loud enough for Jeonghan to hear.

He didn’t immediately react, so you were about to repeat yourself, but he turned just his head, leaning over the menu, to face you—his face was so close you could see his individual eyelashes.

“Nuna,” he said, smiling in his usual plotting way, “let’s get to know each other before we go to Paris.”

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cooking up a storm | daniel ricciardo instagram au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader 

daniel is hosting a dinner party with his girlfriend... it goes as well as one may expect 

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maxverstappen1 this is not giving me much faith for this dinner party 

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lovelyricciardo the commitment to this dinner party is killing me 

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danielricciardo the coworkers and the mrs. jk i love you all and hope you guys are all still kicking tomorrow lol. 

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maxverstappen1 wow i’d expect this from daniel, but not you y/n. 

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charles_leclerc although the comments are scaring me, i had a great time thank you y/n! 

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landonorris more exclamation marks make you look more guilty 

sebastianvettel wonderful evening y/n! 

yukitsunoda0511 10/10 from me, you are now obligated to bring me food at every race 

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yourusername  my pleasure. he did a great job mixing drinks 

georgerussell63  as the person who cleaned up alex’s bathroom the day after, he did not 

danielricciardo not my fault alex is a lightweight 

alex_albon harsh ricciardo, not all of us have your iron liver 

maxverstappen1 i didn’t know y’all were all such picky eaters 

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could u do drunk eren coming home to you after a night out :333333333

sorry it took me so long to answer!! my job has been kicking my ass, lol. hope this is up to ur standards stinka butt :p (not proof read cause i’m lazy)

eren rarely ever decides to leave you home and go out with his friends.

i mean, what could he do with them that he couldn’t with you? he would much rather prefer spending a night in, sitting in a hello kitty face mask watching tv rather than go and get drunk.

but in this particular instance, you pushed him out.

“rennie, i love you, i swear i do, but baby you spend so much time with me and you deserve some guy time! so please go out with connie ‘nd them, i promise i’ll be here waitin’”

so, like a good boyfriend would, he went out and had a great time!

….okay… maybe too much of a good time.

in his defense! he would rather die before he let sissy ass jean out drink him.

and it’s because of eren’s innate competitiveness that he came home in the condition that he did.

stumbling through the door and throwing his keys, you immediately went to see just how much he drank. and considering eren was a lightweight, you could already tell he was in bad shape.

“baby, are you okay?” you said while trying to lead him to bed. however, eren couldn’t even register what you were saying to him as he was way more focused on how your nipples poked through your white tank top.

without saying a word, eren lifted up your tank and gave the one closest to him a gentle kitten lick. the action took you by surprise, but to eren, your silence told him everything he needed to hear.

he pushed you onto the couch, not bothering to walk to the bedroom and lifted your shirt fully above your head.

while staring down at your surprised face, eren gave you a smile “i don’ care nuthin bout me bein okay. i w’nna fuck”.

without giving you time to answer, he gave you a rough kiss before turning his attention towards your nipples once again. while his mouth latched onto one, his fingers toyed with the other.

his ears were overjoyed with the noises you were making, as his body was much more sensitive to the way you reacted to his touches. by the time eren kissed his way down to your clothed pussy, he was as hard as a rock.

“ren, ya sure you don’t wanna lay down? you’re really drunk” your words normally would have made him reconsider. but with your lack of power behind them, they were going in one of eren’s ears and out the other.

so much so that he responded to your question by pulling your cotton shorts down, taking your panties with them. all he could do was stare at the mess you made. your pussy was so wet and shiny, it was literally asking to be eaten.

without a word, he took two fingers and swiped them down your slit, reveling in the way your body jerked at the sudden stimulation.

he put his fingers in his mouth and moaned, “better th’n anything i’ve had t’night. open up for me mama, i’m hungry.”

as you spread your legs wider, eren didn’t hesitate to lick up towards your clit and suck. he could feel your cunt pulsating in his mouth and he loved it. slowly flattening out his tongue and licking all over your pussy until he made you shake. but his favorite part was fucking you with his tongue and feeling you gush into his mouth without a second thought. it made him so proud when he could feel your pretty hole loosening up on his tongue, preparing for what’s to come later.

you couldn’t even form coherent words. mindless babbles and noises leaving your mouth sounded like nothing short of music to eren’s ears.

he took his mouth off of your cunt and shoved two fingers in, causing your breath to catch in your throat. with glossy eyes you looked down to see eren’s head resting on your thigh, eyes locked on his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.

“y’know somthin? i thought about you all night. how badly i wanted to come home and touch you. how badly i wanted to fuck my cunt till you cried. the noises you’d make when i’d stick my tongue inside. love when you let me slut this cunt out.” hazy green eyes never leaving your cunt as he talked. watching it spasm and clench till u came. which didn’t take long as the combination of his fingers and tongue threw you over the edge.

your body contracted and your moans grew louder. your toes curled and your hips involuntarily rocked against his fingers and face. he let you ride out your orgasm, mouth latched to your clit while his green eyes flickered from your face to your pussy.

after you finally calmed down, he removed himself from your cunt and hoisted you up onto his waist. carrying you like a baby to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you down onto the bed and removed the rest of your clothing without missing a beat. eren dragged your hips to the edge of the bed and let his cock spring out from the confines of his jeans. he gave your cunt a couple of taps before you felt the head of his cock push his way through your pussy.

before you knew it, you were folded in half, “fuck baby, love this pussy s’much. let ‘er tell me how much she loves me.” your pussy was so wet, you couldn’t help but hear the platplatplat of eren’s pelvis connecting to your wetness. every now and then you’d hear a slight squelch, which made eren impossibly harder.

while i’m your back, you finally got the chance to look at him, and god did he look gorgeous. his hair hung beautifully over his face due to ur suggestion of wearing it out during his outing. the whites of his eyes were red, making those beautiful sea green eyes pop even more. and you’re just now noticing that his clothes aren’t even fully off as he’s holding the bottom of his black hoodie and white undershirt in his mouth.

he’s quite literally stirring your guts right now. with both hands holding your thighs to your chest and fast, deep strokes, you wouldn’t be incorrect to assume that eren is trying to kill you.

“ba- fuck- baby please slow down.” you pleaded. your body bouncing hard against his hips, head rocking every which way as you try and watch the scene below.

eren shakes his head no at an obscenely fast pace, “no! gotta give ya ev’rthin i got” his words are slurred from the alcohol and muffled by his clothes but he doesn’t care. the only thing eren cared about in this moment was the feeling of you cumming on his dick.

he watched as your eyes rolled back while you arched off the bed. he couldn’t help but put his hand within the gap and pull u close to his chest. at this point, eren was fucking you into the air. he was borderline erratic with how fast he was moving and his drunk strength didn’t make things better.

you knew you would be sore the following day, but who cares when your man is fucking you like he’s gonna die tomorrow?

your moans are loud and eren’s grunts are almost louder. he won’t stop till he makes you cum, and even that might not be enough.

“ren, m’gonna cum!” your lips are spitty and your hair is clinging to your cheeks. your eyes are glossy and tears are beginning to spill out.

despite eren being drunk out of his mind, he still can’t help but think that you look like the most beautiful girl on the planet.

he released his hoodie and licked his lips, “fuck! do it baby! do it on my dick so i can fill ya up. g’nna make ya a mama i swear- fuck! there ya go baby. cum on me.” he strains to get the last part out upon feeling your cunt grip his dick. you were cumming and he wasn’t too far behind.

with a few quick thrusts and extra stimulation to your clit because your pleasure never ends you could feel eren’s cum paint your walls white. his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled deep into his skull.

“mmfh, fuck baby. i love you, i swear ta’ god i do.” was all he could manage before he collapsed on top of you. and after a few moments, you realized that he hadn’t fallen asleep, but his body had literally given out from exhaustion. i mean, what could you expect after a night of heavy drinking and sex?

and after you finally caught your breath, you managed to roll eren off of you and clean yourself up, not minding the lack of after care considering he needed it way more than you at the current moment.

you took a quick shower and returned with a rag for eren. and after wiping him down and changing his clothes, you tucked him into your shared sheets and finally got some rest.

funnily enough for you, eren couldn’t believe his ears when he heard you retell the night you shared the next morning.

“that wasn’t me, i don’t know who you’re talking about” he said with a tomato red face. you had no idea how eren went from the dominant, sex crazed man he was last night to the shy individual he is now. he even looks different with his black framed glasses perched on his nose. the duality of man

with a little giggle, you placed a kiss onto eren’s cheek, “it’s okay baby, i’m just glad you had a great time last night”.

with a roll of his eyes, eren pulled you closer to him on the couch and continued surfing through tv channels, vowing to himself to never go out with his homies ever again.

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Lover Boy - part 2

Warnings: A little friskiness

Pairing(s): Jeremy Swayman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N Ullmark gets a job with the Bruins as their new photographer. They haven't seen each other in a few years, some things have changed. What happens when her brother's best friend develops a crush on her?

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“I’ll take another drink please!” I slur, unaware of Jer behind me mouthing No more, to the bartender.

“Come on peeps, you have to work tomorrow night,” Jer said, locking hands with me to pull me out of the bar.

I look at him in shock, he just used the nickname he gave to me years ago. That shock was gone as fast as it came when I realized that he was trying to take me back home.

“Are we going back to yours or mine?” I ask with a smirk, drunkenly placing my hand on his chest.

“I’m going to take you home, you’ll thank me for this tomorrow,” Sway said sweetly.

“Or I could thank you now.” A smirk makes its way across my face as my hand starts to slide down his chest. His hand grabbed mine before it could go any lower.

He then turned me around and led me to the passenger side of the truck, unlocking and opening the door for me to get in.

I lean forward over the seat, my hands gripping the center console as I try to pull myself up and into the car. I let out a yelp as my foot slipped off the sidebar. Sway moved a little closer offering his hand to help.

“I got it Jer.” I announced, rolling my eyes slightly. I tried again and slipped once more. This time I lost my grip on the console, not able to catch myself. Sway grabbed me before I could hit the ground.

“Whoa there bud, I thought you had it,” Sway said, laughing at my dismay.

“Shhhhh,” I said, so quietly it was basically to myself. I got into the truck, finally without slipping. Jer shut the door and I could see him laughing from the rearview mirror.

He got into the truck and started to drive me home.

“Hey, you can’t laugh at me. I had to drink for two since someone wasn’t drinking.”

“I had to drive you home Y/n , you want to make it home in one piece, right?” He joked.

“I know I know, you would never drink and drive,” I said, I let a few minutes pass by before asking. “Hey can I see your phone, I just wanna play some music.”

He grabs the phone from the center console and passes it to me.

“Password is 1111.” He says, never taking his eyes off the road.

“How original,” I say as I scroll through his playlists trying to find a song. “Ah, I got one,” I said as I clicked on Baby by Justin Bieber.

His eyes widened. “I only have this song for my niece I swear.”

“I don’t judge Jer,” I said before breaking out in song.

“You got a wonderful voice. I can’t imagine why you didn’t become a singer.” Jer said.

Even while drunk I could sense the sarcasm in his voice, but it didn’t bother me.

Suddenly my phone rang. I looked down to see who it was. Bubba was written across the top of the call.

I tried my best to put on a sober voice (which failed) and picked up the phone.

“Hey, Bubba,” I say.

“Hey Bubs, are you coming home any time soon, it’s late I wanna lock up.”

“Yes, Sway is bringing me home right now!” I slur. “Don’t worry he’s taken very good care of me tonight, he was such a gentleman he even helped me into the truck when I kept falling.”

A couple of seconds of silence.

“How many drinks have you had tonight Bubs.” My big brother asks over the phone, his voice kind of sharp.

“Bubba you know I’m a lightweight, I only had like.. three,” I answered.

“Do me a favor, pass the phone to Sway.” He asks, nicely.

So I do.

“Here he wants to talk to you,” I say putting the phone up to Jer’s ear, he takes it from me and starts talking to my brother.

The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the truck to the softness of Jer’s voice.

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I woke up with a groan, the sunlight far too bright through the sheer white curtains hanging in my room. I slowly climb out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. I check the time on the microwave, 1 pm. Damn, I missed practice. The sound of the front door closing abruptly, makes me jolt.

“Bubs are you up?!” My brother yells from the door, making my head pound.

“Shhh, you’re too loud,” I say in response. I open the cabinet and grab some Advil.

“My apologies queen bee. Hope you don’t mind, your best friend is here.” He says, coming around the corner with sway.

“Hey, brought you this,” Jer said, throwing me a breakfast sandwich from Dunkin. “And this.” He continued, sliding a blue Gatorade down the counter towards me. I send him a smile as a thank you and they head off into the living room.

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The Bruins won the game tonight. The score was 4-0. With Jer able to get a shutout I was able to get some good shots of the boys congratulating him. I was also able to get some good photos of the bear hug. I then spent the rest of the night editing the videos and photos to put on the Bruins’ Instagram.

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Frat! Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[erikahenningsen]

sneak peak of the politics au 👀

“And?” Cady says.

Regina’s brow furrows. “What?”

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

Regina thinks for a moment. “You should get your pants tailored instead of rolling the hems up.”

“That is not what I meant,” Cady says with a huff. “You’re seriously not sorry about trying to get my bill pulled?”

“I was correct,” Regina says with a shrug.

“Council adds bills late all the time!”

“And I’m normally feeling more charitable than I was today,” Regina says pointedly, and Cady begrudgingly accepts that Regina isn’t going to apologize.

With a sigh, she takes a seat and sips her whiskey, then downs it like a shot. She looks around the chrome kitchen. “So this is where you live?”

“I thought you had a PhD.”

Cady makes a face at her. “Who told you that?”

“You, you fucking weirdo,” Regina says, giving her an odd look. She refills Cady’s glass. “Every higher ed hearing it’s when I was in grad school this and when I was a professor that. Kind of self-absorbed, actually.”

Cady ignores the jab. “You watch the higher ed hearings? I’ve never seen you come to one.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t watch,” Regina tells her, sipping her drink.

Cady feels warmth bloom in her chest, although she’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol. “Just my hearings, or…?”

“You’re so obsessed with yourself. I watch other hearings.”

Cady snorts. “Right. I’m the self-absorbed one.”

Regina’s eyebrow quirks. “What does that mean?”

“I just mean…” Cady waves vaguely at Regina. “Your whole thing, you know?”

Now Regina looks genuinely confused. “I don’t think I do.”

“The hair, and the nails, and the nice suits,” Cady says, feeling her face heat a little. She’s aware she should probably stop talking. “You look like you spend an hour on your makeup just to go for a run.”

Instead of getting mad, Regina rests her chin on her hand, looking amused. “Thank you,” she says. “How do you know what I look like on my runs?”

Cady looks down into her glass. “Um, well, you post selfies sometimes, so…”

Regina laughs, delighted. “I didn’t know you were a fan.”

“Shut up,” Cady grumbles, asking herself for the tenth time how and why she ended up here. “You watch my hearings.”

“Um, but your job isn’t to look at my thirst traps.”

“So you admit they’re thirst traps.”

“Everything I post is inherently a thirst trap.”

“Can we talk about something else?” Cady asks desperately. Her head is starting to spin a little from the alcohol—she’s always been a lightweight and she rarely drinks, which doesn’t help with her tolerance.

“No, I want to talk about you thinking I’m hot,” Regina tells her.

“I don’t.”

“This is my house, and I didn’t want to have to use this, but I do outrank you.”

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Hana writing YES!!! I want to ask for so many but I will GLADLY take 6- tipsy kiss for Jily!

kelsey!!! <3 thank you for inspiring me to write the most I have in six months (!!!) have some canon-compliant, tipsy, pre-relationship jily <3

“Fuck.”

“Oh. Oops.” James weakly tries to right the suit of armor he’s just slammed against the wall. Lily winces at the sound of creaking metal as James fumbles it once, twice. 

She mutters a quick Silencio on James and the armor, which may or may not work, and grabs it from him. 

She leans the figure back onto its own two feet handily and surveys the corridor again quickly before casting him a side-long look. “I didn’t realize you were that drunk.”

He scowls. “I’m not. My hand-eye coordination is always the first to go.” 

“That’s… ironic.”

James narrows his eyes at her. They’re warm in the low light. Ever so slightly unfocused, but firmly on her.  “I didn’t realize you were this sober. What, were you tossing out your drinks?”

Before Lily can think: “Out of bed at this hour? I can hear you!”

Lily swears again as Filch’s voice seems to echo down the corridor. “Guess I’m not that sober. Come on, come on.” 

Lily hustles down the corridor, then breaks into a jog, only looking back for James as she turns the corner. He catches up to her easily. 

“We’re on the third floor, right?” James hisses. “He sounded a bit far away — we could probably make it to…”

“To?”

“I’m thinking!”

“Merlin, Potter, isn’t this your day job?”

“No one asked you to follow me out here. You were being nosy,” he accuses. 

“I was being helpful,” Lily huffs, cutting herself off to take a breath. She casts a glance to James, who’s smirking. “You were trying to break into the Hufflepuff common room drunk—”

“I’m not drunk — I’m not that much of a lightweight!”

“That’s what you object to? You’re not going to defend breaking and entering?”

“I need to know how they beat us! Their defense is bloody awful! It makes no sense.”

“Oh, bloody—” Lily jolts to stop as she rounds a corner and nearly tramples Mrs. Norris. 

The cat blinks at her, then yowls loudly. 

Lily hears a triumphant, responding shout from Filch, sounding somewhere nearby. 

“Okay, where now?” Lily whispers frantically. She holds a hand out like that will placate Mrs. Norris and backs up around the corner again. 

She turns to look up at James, who appears to be thinking more deeply than she’s ever seen him. 

He hesitates, then winces, then closes his eyes. “Where… are we?”

Lily blinks. She surveys the corridor around her. “I…”

“Where are you, my dear?!” Filch sounds far closer. 

“Fuck, he’s fast. I saw a… just come on,” James hisses, grabbing her wrist loosely and taking off back the way they came. Lily nearly trips to catch up with him and he rights her with a clumsy hand.

They round one corner, two — Lily can hear footsteps now, and she and James simultaneously break into a full sprint — before James lets out a little “aha!” and brings her careening to a stop by the shoulder. She feels the heat of his palm through her sleeve and it jerks feeling back into her body in one rush of a second — her legs are tired, her chest is tight, her cheeks are flushed. The air is cold, James is warm.

He jabs his wand against a door she now notices they’ve stopped in front of and grabs her by the hand to push her inside, ahead of him. 

Lily half stumbles into the broom closet he’s found, feels James press in behind her, and hears the door click shut — actually rather slowly, rather quietly. 

Her hip brushes James’s legs as she turns around to face him. Even he’s a little out of breath. His eyes are closed behind his glasses, and he’s leaning his head back against the closed door. 

Suddenly his eyes blink open. They’re quite dark now. He’s quite close. 

“Thank—” he starts.

“Sh!” Lily clamps a hand over his mouth, and mutters out a more focused Silencio. She feels its magic settle over them. 

James watches her, perfectly still. Lily hears movement outside — heavy footfall. Fast, and then slowing to a stop. 

Lily instinctively leans closer to James. She closes her eyes, tilts to the side, and hooks her chin over James’s shoulder. She turns her face toward him so her cheek and ear press into the wood, searching for what’s on the other side. The closet isn’t big enough for her to listen any other way.

“—bloody rats. Next time, next time…” is what she thinks she hears. One second, two seconds. Three. More footsteps, this time getting softer. A faint meow. She counts to twenty. 

“Gone?” James says on an exhale, still against her hand, so quietly she wouldn’t hear it if she weren’t inches from him. His lips feel... soft.

His breath filters through her fingers and fans over her ear, warm but still raising goosebumps along her forearms, and, once more, Lily’s brought back into her body. She realizes James has turned his head toward her, also listening against the door. His chin slots neatly above the top of her head. 

She realizes his right hand hovers over her hip, not touching her. She feels like the moment is coming to her in flashes, in stop motion. 

She looks down to where their chests and hips and legs don’t touch — Lily’s leaning forward, straining. 

She takes the last half-step toward him and removes her hand from his mouth. She hears his sharp inhale. He’s half-hard already. They’re almost hugging, in a weird sort of way. His hand finally settles on her hip. He’s so warm, everywhere. 

“Lily.”

She moves her face away from the door, tilts it up to look at him. His expression is inscrutable. His eyes are rather not. 

“Lily, I—”

She presses onto her toes, and she silences him again.

[ivory-lamps]

A09: HAMA Tours Party

Characters: Nagi, Yodaka, Kafka, Renga, Liguang, Kinari, Chihiro, Raito, Yachiyo, Sakujiro, Daniel & Nayuki Location: Hama Summary: Kafka and the others make a toast to selecting all 18 ward mayors. Nagi is nowhere to be found in the gathering… Proofreader: Shay

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Kafka: Alright, I’ll start the toast, then. I’m Kafka Oguro, the director of HAMA Tours.

I raise my glass to the revival of HAMA and these past few months of running around to find the right people who will share my dream…

We’ve finally been able to achieve our first goal of choosing all 18 ward mayors.

Firstly, I want to thank all of my fellow staff who believed in me and worked hard together with me. We sure went through a lot to reach this point.

Momiji / Kaede: ……

Yachiyo: Ugh, thank you so much!! I’m gonna cry…!

Kafka: Things didn’t go smoothly for us day-in and day-out. It’s completely thanks to every single one of the ward mayors and their individual potential as “people” that we were able to reach our goal.

The Night Group has only just been formed, but thanks to the Manager and Daniel-san, I believe we have the best people who can help HAMA with its revival.

Toi from “Angel Eye”, Yodaka from “Ten Nights’ Dream bar”, Netaro from “Cafe369”... and Nagi from “Flower Laundry” – Once again, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.

Nagi: ……

Yodaka: I look forward to it.

Toi: …Sigh. I hope we’ll find my brother…

Kiroku: ……!

(That’s Toi-kun…? But where’s Ryui-kun…?)

Chihiro: Oh~? Weren’t you at Chii’s handshake event the other day?

Raito: ……

Chihiro: Hm? Raiteen, what’s up?

Raito: No… it’s nothing.

Kafka: I’m sure we’ll be able to overcome the obstacle of having an audience of 20 million at the Night Group’s first concert.

…I sincerely welcome all 18 ward mayors who are here tonight. And…

I raise my glass for a bright future for HAMA and all the ward mayors… cheers.

Momiji / Kaede: Cheers!

*Sounds of clapping*

Sakujiro: Manager, well done.

Daniel: Yo, how have ya been?

Momiji / Kaede: Everyone, thank you so much for everything you’ve done… cheers!

Yachiyo: Cheers~!! We’re like a bunch of rich people from an American drama~!

Nayuki: Oh, you’re having juice, Manager?

Daniel: What the? You’re not a non-drinker so you should’ve gone with alcohol.

Momiji / Kaede: That’s true but I still have work after this.

Yachiyo: Eek! I’ve got work too but I’m still drinking…!

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, you’re not a lightweight, so you should be fine, Yachiyo-kun.

Yachiyo: Yep! I’ll work hard even when I’m drunk!

Nayuki: You can be quite troublesome when you’re drunk, so I recommend working in your own room, Manager.

Sakujiro: I’m happy to see you two working so hard. In any case, we’re finally standing at the start line.

Yachiyo: The Night Group has 4 members so they’re one member short compared to the other groups.

Momiji / Kaede: That’s what happens when you're trying to divide 19 members into 5 groups.

Daniel: Well, this is where the hard part starts. Don’t let your guard down, Manager.

Momiji / Kaede: I won’t! I’ll brace myself and work hard for the company and HAMA–

Daniel: Woah, stop, stop. Your seriousness is gonna ruin the taste of my alcohol.

Momiji / Kaede: W-Wha…?

Sakujiro: Indeed, I don’t think the god of travel will be angered if you relax today.

Daniel: Alrighty, my next drink’s callin’ me so see ya later.

Yachiyo: Oh, I’m gonna get another serving of that expensive-looking roast beef…

Nayuki: Fuefuki-san, I can get a plate for you if you’d like. I’m scared you might crash into the chocolate fondue right next to you.

Momiji / Kaede: Ahaha…

Sakujiro: And I shall greet the other guests. Please enjoy the banquet – bye for now.

Momiji / Kaede: Sure, see you later.

……

(We’ve finally found all 18 ward mayors. It feels like a dream…)

Kafka: Are you enjoying yourself?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, Kafka. Good job on the toast earlier. I’m just getting teary-eyed realising how far we’ve come since that day on the rooftop.

*Nagi appears in the background*

Kafka: Yeah? Hearing you say that makes me really happy. Thanks.

By the way, where’s Nagi? I wanted to ask him how he’s settling in at HAMA House.

I thought he’d be with you.

Momiji / Kaede: Yeah… I don’t think he feels comfortable there yet. I figured I could stay with him today but I don’t see him anywhere. I wonder if he’s taking a break somewhere.

Nagi: ……

(Actually, I’ve been diagonally behind them the entire time, but neither of them have noticed me.)

Sonia: Um, Nagi-san, what’re you doing her–

Nagi: Shh. It’s fine.

Sonia: But…

Nagi: Look, even if they notice me, I’ll just be making them feel guilty for what happened for the past 2 months. Besides…

Both of them might end up getting squashed under the catering table all of a sudden if I started talking to them.

Sonia: Will that really happen? Looks to me like the table is firmly secured to the floor, though.

Nagi: No, no one knows what will happen. This is my first time being invited to a party. I don’t know what normally “happens” at one.

Only God knows what will happen… It wouldn’t be strange if a large number of aliens were to raid this happy environment. I’m worried. I can barely sit still. My heart can’t deal with this.

Okay. I should head home as quickly as I can.

Sonia: What!?

Renga: Here you are, Nagi!

Nagi: …Oh, Renga. And Raito-san.

Raito: Hey. We haven’t seen each other since the leader meet-up at the company office, right? Welcome to HAMA House, Nagi. You, too, Sonia.

Sonia: It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Renga: I can’t believe someone as nice as you is in the Night Group and you’re also the leader. That’s reassuring for me too–

Nagi: It’s far too much for my heart to handle.

Renga: Huh?

Nagi: Oh, uhh, thanks for the invite, I guess.

Raito: Haha, what’re you saying? This is going to be your home starting today.

Nagi: Oh, right. Sorry, just a habit. I’m a bit flustered since it’s an environment I’m not quite used to yet.

Renga: Oh, I thought so. You’re, uh… not really good at handling these sorts of things, huh. Are you okay?

Raito: You’re so kind and considerate towards the newcomer, Renga. 

Renga: I–I’m not trying to be considerate or something… Oh, the toilet’s over there, if you’re wondering.

Nagi: Oh, yeah. I know.

Sonia: Nagi-san couldn’t get used to the environment and holed himself up in there 5 times already.

Nagi: Shhh.

Raito: Renga, bringing the toilet up while we’re eating might not be the most appropriate.

Renga: I–I didn’t mean it that way…! He looked pretty gloomy despite it being a celebration today, so I wondered if he upset his stomach or something…

Nagi: This is something I’ve had since I was born, so it’s okay. Anyway, how is the rose doing?

Renga: Oh, right, the rose! Thanks to you, my grandmother��s roses were finally able to bloom!

It’s all starting to take shape with the pruning techniques you showed me.

Nagi: I see you’re well-liked by the plants. You’re a quick-learner too – maybe you’re a gardening genius.

Renga: Wow, really!? I’m a gardening genius…? I–I don’t think that’s quite right, though…

Raito: Renga, you wanted to talk about Nagi, right?

Renga: O–Oh, right. How have you been? Good?

Nagi: Yep. I even delivered flowers for your lounge.

Renga: Oh, yeah. I got Nagi to pick out some flowers for my lounge and the guests love it…

Nagi: I wouldn’t have been able to put it together had it not been for your ideas. So that was all you, Renga.

Renga: Nah… I don’t have the knack for that…! Oh, but I did take time to think about what would suit the Nishizono family’s image… Ugh, so who’s the one that did a good job here…?

Raito: Haha. It’s fine to say it was thanks to both of your efforts.

*In another part of the room*

Yodaka: “Wild Seven - Executive Omega”, the famous sake brand. To think I would see it here.

……

(A crisp taste and a fruity aftertaste… Ahh, I’d love to have this in a glass rimmed with sugar or salt.)

(There should be some in the catering corner…)

*Bump*

Liguang: ……

Yodaka: Oh… I’m sorry. It seems I bumped into your shoulder.

I didn’t cause you to drop your glass, did I?

Liguang: …No.

Yodaka: Thank goodness. I’m Yodaka Natsume, no.17’s ward mayor. Pleased to meet you.

Liguang: (...A handshake?)

I’m Lu Liguang – the 4th ward mayor.

*Flash*

Yodaka: ……

Liguang: Oh?

Yodaka: (A part of the skin on his ring finger is hardened. This means…)

Liguang: (This guy is also a mahjong enthusiast.)

Yodaka: ……

Liguang: ……

Yodaka: What’s your mahjong history?

Liguang: I held a mahjong tile when I was in my mother’s womb.

Yodaka: I see… I’d love to see your excellent play in person one day.

How about a game sometime?

Liguang: Sure but I’d prefer at least another player…

Oi.

Kinari: ?

Liguang: Can you play mahjong?

Kinari: I have never played, but I can install the rules in less than a minute.

Yodaka: Great. How about tonight, then? I wouldn’t mind playing as a group of three, but I’ll look for a fourth player just in case.

Liguang: I don’t mind but I won’t be giving you any counting sticks.

Yodaka: Hehe. You’re the type of person to steal and hide the woman you’d want, hm? The counting sticks will choose the side they prefer. …That will be me, of course. Kinari: ……

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Skz reactions: when you are drunk

Author's Note: Double uploads whaat? Lmao proud of myself for this one. Thanks to @lino-jagiyaa for the inspiration. Italics are thoughts always. Warnings: mentions of drinking, sex, other kpop groups, and Amazon. Word Count: 3,510

Chan

Chan had suggested you go to the club together because he had heard the music there was lively. He couldn’t resist a good music spot; it was the producer in him.

He didn’t expect you to be such a lightweight though. You drank maybe 5 shots, and you were tipsy and bordering drunk. He didn't watch the number of drinks you took until you were a little too gone. 

“You okay?”, he asks. You were dancing with your hands up. You didn’t really hear him until he looked at you in your eyes. What did he even say?

Chan was surveying you as you smiled “What happened?” He realized after hearing you talk that you were drunk. He laughed before holding your waist.

 “Feeling good princess?” 

You blushed and nodded. “I feel great. Are you feeling okay?” He simply nodded, continuing to dance with you. Eventually, it got boring dancing for you. Somewhere between the fourth or fifth song you danced with Chan for. “Imma go get another drink!” You had to yell over the music.

 As you tried to slip away from his grasp, he held you tighter. “Aren’t you drunk enough?” You gasped. Drunk? I'm not drunk! 

“Who said anything about me being drunk Christopher?” You were obviously drunk. Christopher? I rarely ever call him that. He laughed at that comment before going to the bar with you. He ordered your “drink” and you downed it without even realizing it was water. 

You jumped in his arms and smiled “thank you for the drink, Channie.” You snuggled your head into his neck. He had caught you and let you wrap your legs around his waist holding you by your butt.

“It was no problem. You ready to go?”, he asked before telling the bartender he was closing your tab and your name.

You nodded, “Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” You ended up sleeping all the way home. You got your McDonalds the next day. 

Minho

Your attempts to make him jealous were working. He was watching you like a hawk. You danced in the middle of the club easily as if nothing else matters. As if you weren’t just arguing with him, he was steaming as he sees you just exist without a care. 

You’d think a dancer would want to dance, but he made the request seem like you were wrong to ask that. Fuck Minho and his job. It’s not your fault he danced all the time and was tired. You weren’t gonna come to a club and stand against the wall or be in a booth all night. He could do that with the rest of them.

Hyunjin didn’t seem to want to be in the booth either. You danced with your arms around his neck laughing. You had taken shots with him as well.

Meanwhile, Minho was wondering how long this was going to happen for. Maybe if you came over here; you would be less angry. As if he could read your mind, he appeared behind you. 

“Hyunjin, can you give us a moment?” Hyunjin nodded, walking away; you pouted and waved to him.

“So Hyunjin?”, Minho asks you. You roll your eyes at him. 

“What about Hyunjin?” 

“You’re looking mad comfortable with him… just wondering where we stand?” 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “We’re still together Minho. Don’t act brand new.” 

“You should be saying that to yourself. You’re drunk and throwing yourself at him!” His anger was apparent now as he yelled at you. You sipped on your drink as if you were unfazed. 

“I’m just getting the attention you won’t give me.” As you finished your drink, you could tell you pushed a button you shouldn’t have. 

The speed in which he gripped your neck shocked you. “You want attention from other men now? My friends at that?”

You shook your head, but it was too late. You were already too caught up. He pressed kisses against your chest. 

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that pet.” The venom that laced his words when he was angry always did you in. You crossed your legs slightly as you melted under his lips.

“Gonna make you forget about Hyunjin… You’re gonna be my toy tonight, right?” You nodded quickly. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m yours Minho. Use me.” 

You regretted that later on when it was close to your fourth orgasm. “I still haven’t gotten mine yet.” You will never make him jealous again.

Changbin

You were at the club with Changbin and the rest of skz. It was a celebration for all the wins their new song has been getting. It was a getting drunk kind of night. 

Jisung and Hyunjin challenged you and another woman to a shot contest. You ended up winning taking the most at a count of 18. They were all patron.

You were for sure drunk, and Jisung looked so entertained with the idea of you being drunk. He told you it was probably a good time to find Changbin. 

“Where’s Changbin?” You tried to ask, but it came out so slurred no one even knew what you asked. They just pointed towards where Changbin and Chan were. As you maneuvered through the crowd to them, a woman bumped into you almost knocking you over because you were wobbling to begin with. 

“Bitch watch where the fuck you are going!”, you yell. As you get heated with another girl in the club. Changbin appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed you easily, throwing you over his shoulder. He apologizes to the guy and his girlfriend. 

You were squirming and cutting up. “Don’t apologize for me, the fuck? Don’t bump me next time. Watch-“ A hand covered your mouth as you were escorted out the club. As he put you down, you went to hit him. 

“Watch your hands mamas. Don’t get hurt trying to fight me”, he warned you time and time again to not actually try to fight him. You always had to test him though. He just picked you up again. 

“Why do you have to be like that, mamas?” You felt offended. Do you not love me anymore? “That’s just me Changbin. Are you ashamed of me?”

He sighed and shook his head. “This is just drunk you. Sober you is calm and reasonable. She’s funny and cuddly. Super sweet.” You were happy to be described by him so nicely. 

“You’re so handsome and strong, Binnie.” He smirked and nodded, “I know.” You ended up getting carried home. On the way home, Changbin continued to compliment and praise you. You went to bed feeling more loved than ever. Even if drunk you is the only one to remember what he said, sober you will be regretting getting drunk for a while. 

Hyunjin

This had not been a good month for you considering you just got passed up for a promotion. Also, Hyunjin injured his hand making you the chef, driver, caregiver, etc.

You had wanted to stay in tonight, but you just couldn’t say no to Hyunjin about tonight. It was for him and the boys’ success. He didn’t want you to be cooped up in the house even if that meant going outside when he wasn’t in the best condition. 

Still he was drinking and spending time with other women. You decided to drink as well. It didn’t matter that these women were all taken by his friends. It didn’t feel right for him to be friendly with them and dance with them. 

“It’s just a simple dance Y/N…”, he tells you. “It’s not like we were crotch to crotch or even crotch to butt.” You huffed. That really made you feel better. We didn’t dance that close. He still was with other women though. It seems you weren’t the only one upset either seeing Minho with his girlfriend. 

Hyunjin seemed to be the life of the party tonight while you seemed to be the only one in your section still. The booth had a good view, but you didn’t want to see your boyfriend right now.

You had begun to get drunk as waitresses kept bringing you drinks because you asked for one every time one came pass telling them to put it on Hyunjin’s tab. By the time he came to check on you, you were sloppy and crying. 

“Jagiya, what happened?” he asked, squatting in front of you. You sniffled pushing him away, “get away from me Hyunjin,” you mumble “I’m not your “Jagiya” right now.” He was confused and hurt by your words. He gasped dramatically and backed away. 

“Is that really what you want?” You shook your head sobbing harder if that was even possible. He stood in front of you and held you close. 

“What’s going on? I apologize if this was because of my doing.” You just cried into his stomach. You knew he meant no harm, but it still hurt to be left alone.

“I really missed you. I hate feeling super jealous, but I don’t like you dancing with them.” His gaze softened as you looked into his eyes with a saddened face. 

“I won’t do it anymore. Do you just want me to hold you?” You nodded. You let him sit as you cuddled into him. You fell asleep on him in the club. He rubbed your back softly as he called a cab. Jeongin had saw you both and asked, “is she okay?” To which Hyunjin just nodded and stroked your hair back. 

Jisung

Being partners with Jisung wasn’t easy, he was really a social butterfly even with his anxiety. He seemed more approachable especially when he was drinking. The two of you spent most of your time during the night at the bar.

“Hanji… can you pay for my drink?” He looked at you offended. “You don’t even have to ask baby. Whatever you want. Get it.” So you did. Drink after drink. You weren’t a shot person, so you bought cocktails, mixed drinks, and margaritas all night. 

You were dancing with Jisung and Hyunjin when you suddenly felt an ache in your stomach. You tried to ignore it by throwing it back on Jisung. He grabbed at your butt and waist. “You’re really throwing it tonight. You tryna get me started.”

You laughed and nodded. It had been a while since you guys had sex. ‘Timing is everything’ that’s what Ji always said. He wanted to set the mood or at least feel a bit horny before you both did anything.

He was feeling you up as you were grinding on him. He started to leave kisses that turned to hickies on your neck. You let out a low whimper as he continued down. Your stomach was still not agreeing with you.

He turned you around and was about to kiss you. “Ji..”, you warned him. You covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. You barely made it to a stall before vomiting into the toilet.

Jisung was hot on your tracks as you went into the bathroom. He felt no fear going into the women’s bathroom after you. He began rubbing your back. You just mumbled softly laying against the toilet bowl. He had tied your hair with an extra hair tie he had on his arm. 

“I knew you’d get like this. You gotta start eating before drinking babe.” You just teared up about to cry. Jisung panicked, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It wasn’t to be rude. I’m just telling you for mext time.”

You spent a while in the bathroom with you both getting weird stares. Jisung for being in the women’s bathroom and you for being damn near face down in a toilet. When you felt confident enough to leave, Jisung carried you.

“I love you Hanji. I’m sorry I messed up tonight.” He shook his head. 

“No it’s okay. Apparently sex wasn’t in the cards for today.” 

He had carried you outside to a cab. When did he call a cab? You never got the chance to ask because you fell asleep almost immediately. He chuckled and cooed at you, “my sleepy baby.”

Felix

Felix insisted on pre-gaming the party despite you both being light weights. Shots on shots were taken before you guys left. Being extra was the intention as you took the truck to the club, Felix was impressed with your driving abilities at the moment. All the windows' down blasting music was a vibe. You knew you shouldn’t be driving under the influence, but who cares?? 

As you got to the club, you let up all the windows getting out slowly. Why did I wear heels? You had taken your heels off to drive, but now you had to wear them realizing it was a mistake. Nonetheless, Felix leads you inside. It was already going up with the only couple missing being Jeongin and his girlfriend. Always making an entrance as the maknae. 

You were pulled out of thought as you approached the rest of the guys in a booth. You hugged them all gently. “Lit already you two?”, Minho asked. You just laughed and shook your head.

“Not lit enough”, Felix said, answering them and exposing that y’all had already drunk without them. You gasped, “Lixie!” Everyone just laughed at you two. 

After spending 30 minutes in the booth, you both end up drunk officially. Chan insisted you all do a round of shots all together then Felix wanted to take some with Seungmin.

You got dragged to the dance floor with Hyunjin and Minho’s girlfriend. You ended up dancing with Hyunjin for a while before he left to check on the booth or something. He felt okay leaving you because Felix joined you.

You were feeling bold anyways. I want to tease him. Felix leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You wanna get into something?” How did he know? The smirk on his face meant he was teasing or planning something secretly.

He swept you off your feet easily. You were backed against the wall as Felix grinded into you. The brightest blush covered your face as you felt him up. His arms, his abs, his neck. You felt it all as he laid you on the ground still giving you the best dance of your life. 

It felt like it was just you two, but really a semi-large crowd gathered to see. Felix wasn’t this bold with his sexual side in public, so many people were shocked especially Chan and Jeongin. You both got carried away ending up making out on the floor. 

“Felix I-”, you gasped out, but he was persistent in bruising your lips as he choked you continuing the make out session. When you finally came up for air, Felix was laughing. He's such a fucking tease. “I hate you. Got me bothered in the club.” You hit his arm. 

Seungmin

You suddenly feel the light from the hanging lamps in the diner you sat at. It was so alarming and bright, keeping your attention for at least another 20 seconds. Seungmin was surprised you could focus on anything after the night you had. 

“Feeling okay babe?” His voice was soft but not in a bad way.

“Yes, why are we at this diner? I thought we were at a party or was that a dream?”

He had to laugh. “You’re never living down the accusations of me having to care for you everytime we drink.”

You had been such a mess the whole night. He immediately starts telling you what went down leading to this moment. 

Apparently getting drunk was your goal as you had three drinks in the first hour of arriving at the club. Seungmin warned you of drinking so much as you were always up to no good when you got too drunk. 

“I will be fine. You won’t have to take care of me tonight.” 

The look in your eyes said that you were lying. The fact that he had to babysit you some nights caused some arguments with you feeling like he should do it because he loves you. However, he felt like he couldn’t have a good time because of you having to be watched carefully. 

It made you feel guilty knowing he felt that way, so the goal was to make it through the night without having to depend on Seungmin. You wanted to prove him wrong once.

As the night barely progressed into hour two, you were drunk and lying in a booth. You ordered some things from your amazon cart feeling like you could just work more shifts to make up for your impulsive spending later. 

Seungmin was dancing with Jeongin and his girlfriend. He had left you to your devices since he wouldn’t have to worry about you tonight. You decided to go stand outside for some air when the liquor got to your head. 

You threw up in a bush, and you got yourself together somewhat quickly not wanting to let Seungmin win. He always thought you couldn’t handle it. You went inside getting another drink when Hyunjin approached to give you a shot. Apparently, he was giving them out to you guys for celebration. 

That was it. From any point on, you were blacked out. Seungmin had found you lying against the bar. He tried talking to you, “Babe you okay? Need anything?”

However, the lack of response led to him shaking you. He checked your pulse, scared that you’d died or been spiked. The pulse being present led to his soft exhale of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Let’s go..” He carried you out to the car, putting you inside and strapping you in. As he drove you both home, his stomach roared leading to him stopping at the only place open this late — the diner. 

He had carried you inside as he ate some breakfast. He didn’t expect you to wake up until the next day. He just wanted to go home quickly, but his stomach got in the way.

That led to him driving to this diner and deciding to take you inside as well. Insuring everyone there he wasn’t dragging around someone unwillingly and drugged. He ordered something for himself and water for you. After splashing you slightly, you woke up. 

The next day he rubbed it in your face that you were a fucking mess and had blacked out. He, also, scolded you for spending 400 dollars on shit from amazon. However, he still got you food for your hangover and made sure you were okay.

Jeongin

Being the dancer you were, you danced all night. Every moment not drinking at the bar was spent dancing with Jeongin or with the rest of the guys and their girlfriends. 

Hyunjin kept you on your toes having dance offs with you to other group’s music that he knew. Once Hype Boy by NewJeans came on, Changbin out danced you both leaving you shocked. 

Jeongin had to take some breaks sometimes, surprised you had the stamina you had. He felt old in comparison to you. Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was the excitement for the celebration, or maybe just the music. You were beaming all night.

He was so in love with you seeing you so smiley. When you guys danced together, it felt natural. It was nice to be so intimate and sensual without having actual intercourse. His hyungs weren’t judging because they were impressed with your dancing.

He never minded your drinking; he wanted you to have a good time however you chose to, legally. Also, you guys never argued or anything during those times. It was just the same, but you thought everything was hilarious. 

“Babe do you wanna order food on the way home, so it’s there when we arrive?”

You nodded “Can I get a burger and fries Innie?”

He knew your order and placed it for delivery in 2 hours giving you time to enjoy yourself while also preparing to go home.

After another hour of dancing, it was time for you both to go home because you decided to try and breakdance. It wasn't a bad attempt, but you had fell a little too hard when trying to stop meaning you'd probably have a bruise in the morning.

Convincing Jeongin you were okay enough to walk home, you grabbed his hand leaving. He noted your pace was slower than normal, but he didn't want to bring attention to it. Until you stopped all together.

"Innie.. my feet hurt."

He laughed, "Do you wanna switch shoes?"

Then you did just that. Having found out you were the same size by wearing his matching pair of shoes before, you both knew this idea would work. He looked weird, but he'd do anything for you.

"The heels?" Someone questioned going pass.

"Yea. My girlfriend is drunk, and her feet hurt from dancing all night."

You grinned brightly; he must love you if he's willing to suffer public humiliation.

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[goddess-aelin]

Antics

Made for Rowaelin Month Day 20: Drunken antics

@rowaelinscourt

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Word count: 1k

Warnings: drinking, drunkenness

It all began when Rowan insisted Aelin needed a night out, something he absolutely should not have done. She had been working so hard in the year since the war, never taking a day off and doing her best to attend to the needs of every single resident of Terrasen. Until yesterday, when she almost half collapsed from exhaustion.

Rowan took it upon himself while she was resting to cancel all of her meetings for the following two days and adamantly insisted that Lord Darrow not speak to her the entire time. The latter alone would make her feel loads better.

All the while, Rowan played the part of doting husband. To anyone else, it just looked like he was taking care of his sick wife. But to those of fae heritage, he knew they could see the thin rope he was dangling from, fae instincts riding him hard, just moments away from stabbing someone if they even dared to come near his mate.

But that was okay, Rowan thought, since he got to lounge in bed with his mate all day. To his surprise, Aelin didn’t put up that much of a fuss about not working, something that was actually very concerning to him. When he said as much, she simply said that she’d rather be spending the day with her handsome yet overbearing mate than a bunch of stuffy old men. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve taken that as a compliment or not.

Once the end of the first day rolled around, Aelin was itching for something to do, he could tell. She had already read through the stack of books that he brought her and snacked away on enough cake that even she said she couldn’t possibly eat any more. And that was when Rowan decided it was time for a night out, just the two of them.

He knew that if they left through the front door, the guards would insist upon accompanying them, Aedion and Darrow would berate them otherwise. But Rowan didn’t want that. He wanted it to be just the two of them, a date of sorts. He could also tell that Aelin’s eyes lit up when he mentioned sneaking out of the castle, handing her a dark cloak and telling her they were going on an adventure. An adventure which ended with them in a fairly run-down bar, drinking the night away.

Rowan had a fairly high tolerance for alcohol so by the end of the night, he was barely tipsy. Aelin, on the other hand, not so much. If anyone would ever mention it to her, she would deny it to her last breath, but Aelin was a lightweight. And this delighted Rowan. Very, very, much. His Fireheart didn’t get to be the carefree young woman she was almost ever, so if he could give her this small slice of fun, of what life would have been like without a war, then his job was done.

And this was how he found himself half-walking, half-carrying the almost dead weight of his mate up the dusty road to the castle. There was absolutely no sneaking back in in their state, his large form supporting the stumbling and babbling Queen. Aelin typically had a lot to say on a normal day and when she was drunk? It was like a floodgate was opened into her brain. Anything she thought would make its way out of her mouth at some point, no matter the content. Rowan loved it. He loved her.

“You’re such a han-some buzzard. Di’you know that?”

With amusement, he nodded his head. “Only because you’ve told me 20 other times tonight.”

“Psh, I’m jus speakin the trusth.”

“Mmhm. And you, my love, are very, very drunk.”

Her contentment quickly turned into dramatic outrage. “No! No, I’m not! You’re the one who’sh dru–.” The statement was quickly ended by a stumble.

“See?” Rowan looked pointedly at her.

“Shut up, Buzzard. Jus’ carry me, damnit.”

“If I carry you, though, you’re going to fall asleep. And before you do that, we absolutely need to get some food into you. Otherwise, you’re going to wake up and regret every decision you made tonight.”

Aelin stopped walking and crossed her arms. “Hmmph. You’re a mean buzzard. You’re not my mate ‘nymore.”

Rowan chuckled at her grumpy expression. “I’m not sure that’s quite how this works but, sure.” He started walking away, knowing that as soon as he did, she would try to follow.

And follow she did, albeit crookedly and looking like a baby fawn who just found their legs. Abruptly, she stopped and stomped her foot. “Why can’t you just carry me?”

“If I carry you, are you going to fall asleep?”

She kicked her foot through the dirt guiltily. “No.”

He chuckled and walked closer to her. “Fine, I’ll carry you.”

A smile lit up her face and she stretched her arms out to the side to embrace him. But Rowan had other ideas to carry her, bending down and hauling her over his shoulder, her hair falling down his back and her ass in his face.

“Hey!! Put me downnn!” Aelin’s voice was a screech in his ear, probably loud enough to wake up the entire city, though definitely loud enough to catch the attention of the guards standing by the palace gates.

“Hey! You there!” Both guards turned toward Rowan, spears pointed. Rowan quickly pulled his hood back, revealing the silvery hair only a few in the entire world had.

“Your Majesty! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was you!” The poor guard looked frightened, probably ready to throw up at the prospect of what punishment he’d get for pointing a spear at the King and Queen. “Is she…is she okay?”

“No worries. She’s fine, just dramatic.”

“Hey!” she cried.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, I have to get this one,” he lifted the shoulder that Aelin was flung over, “back to the castle before she wakes up the entire city.” Indeed, Aelin was now jauntily singing a sailors tune, her voice loud enough over the unsavory parts to make the younger guard blush a deep tomato red. Both of the guards simply nodded and cleared the way for Rowan to enter.

“Hey where’r we goin?” Their path to the kitchens, at least, stopped Aelin from singing long enough to give his ears a tiny, much needed break.

“To the kitchens, remember? You need food.”

“Nooooooo, I sleep!” She started wiggling violently, causing Rowan to almost drop her when trying to set her down. He huffed a laugh. If he knew taking care of drunk Aelin would’ve been like taking care of a child, he never would’ve suggested a night out.

Who was he kidding, he’d deal with anything his Fireheart threw his way if it meant she was happy.

He took her hand, trying to pull her toward the kitchen, enticing her by naming all of her favorite foods. She tugged back with a surprising strength for someone who was heavily intoxicated.

“No, I sleep!”

“You need food, Fireheart.”

She put her finger to his lips, “Shhhh.” With surprising dexterity, she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. “No food, only sleep.”

He chuckled, once again trying to get her to relent. But unfortunately, drunk Aelin was just as stubborn as sober Aelin. “You will regret it tomorrow morning if you don’t get some food in your stomach.”

He felt rather than heard Aelin’s scoff. “Sleep is food. I sleep.” He could tell by the pauses between words that she was just seconds away from falling asleep on his shoulder. “Dream of meat. Meat on a stick!” Her laughter was maniacal. Yet a few seconds after it began, it abruptly stopped and he could hear her breathing even out.

Rowan let out a sigh. Looks like he wasn’t getting her to eat something tonight. Gently, he maneuvered her so he was carrying her in his arms again, this time bridal-style. She settled in, nuzzling his shoulder and curling her hands between their chests. The sight was so cute it almost made him stop in his tracks. He settled for a gentle kiss on her forehead and made his way back up to their suite.

To Rowan’s dismay, Aelin woke up before him the next morning, fit as a fiddle and ready to start her day. Rowan, on the other hand, had a splitting headache. Though it hurt, he just shook his head with a smile and was grateful that his Fireheart was happy.

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[seoafin]

“There he is!” You exclaim as Mikage ducks into the izakaya. He’s too tall, you think, attracting stares even though he’s dressed as inconspicuous as possible. It’s a far cry from the high school boy whose wealth practically dripped off of him. It’s impossible to completely hide though, and on Mikage Reo, it shows. You wonder if he’s easily recognized. If people often stop him on the streets for an autograph. The explosion of Blue Lock’s popularity had made soccer a cultural phenomena, its popularity rivaling baseball, and now soccer is all the rage.

He meets your gaze immediately and you can see the confusion in his gaze. Why you’ve called him to an izakaya this late at night. You’ve always been a lightweight, and now four drinks in, you’re teetering on the edge of oblivion. If you’re being honest, you hadn’t expected him to come. You had only sent him a location text.

“This is Mi—Reo!” You say with a clap on his back as he reaches your small crowded longtable, full of your fellow younger musicians from the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra. They eye him curiously. “He plays soccer!”

It strikes you that this is the first time you’ve called him by his first name. That must be why he’s looking at you strangely. It’s odd. The two of you have kissed, yet you’ve never called him by his name until now. You’ve felt the heat, all the hard lines of his body pressed uncomfortable close against you. And if you hadn’t been interrupted—

Mikage smiles, and it’s charming enough that even the more prissy members of the orchestra look somewhat awed. Despite the way they had upturned their noses when you had said that he played soccer. To them, a less esteemed profession.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” he says, with a small bow of his head. And then he says your name. Your first name. You are taken aback. You almost miss Mikage telling them that he’ll take you off their hands, that he apologizes for your rowdy behavior. You frown, but then he turns to you, smiling, and you see the twitch of his eyebrow. Oh. He’s mad.

That makes you mad. Well, if he didn’t have to come now did he? Who does he think he is—

He deftly takes you by the arm and takes advantage of your uneven sense of balance to propel you forward. If it weren’t for his body steadying you, you would’ve twisted your ankle.

“My violin—”

“I have it.”

You briefly glance down. Your violin case is in his hands. You wonder when he grabbed it. 

The two of you walk out into the cold weather.

“Where are we going,” you mumble as he leads down the black. “It’s cold out.” Thank god you don’t have rehearsal in the morning. Your head is pounding. He lets you take your violin from him and you clutch it to your chest.

He stops, raising a daring eyebrow that you find yourself naturally narrowing your eyes at, antagonism flaring up in you like an old friend. “You’re the one that called me,” he lets go of you to cross his arms. “You tell me.”

Why had you texted him? He had made it clear it had all been for Nagi, and you screwed it all up anyway. But then again, Mikage had kissed you first, hadn’t he? He had taken you by the neck, pinned you against the wall, and kissed you while you had been frozen in shock. That hadn’t been for Nagi. 

In the end, you still hadn’t been able to say a word to Nagi. The two of you, in that cafe. You hadn’t been able to take that disinterested gaze. You hadn’t been able to bear it one second longer. Your heart sank. The words had died on your tongue. 

What did you want from Mikage anyway? He did his job. It’s pointless to dwell on do-overs. In the world of competitive music, there was no such thing as a do-over audition, a do-over performance. It was all or nothing, and you had failed.

“I…” your lips warble. In the end you hadn’t been able to tell him you were sorry. That it had weighed on you heavily ever since. So many things. “I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

But now, in the silence of the night with no witnesses, maybe you could at least say these words now.

Mikage looks ill. “Uhh—” He raises a hand, hand poised in the air as if he actually intends on doing something.

“No,” you say, suddenly weepy, and then tears are clouding your eyes. “I didn’t see Nagi. Not like you did. I thought everything would be okay…the way he was. As long as he was there. With me. But you…made him better. In a way I didn’t. I was so jealous.”

You knew Nagi was a genius, destined for great things you would inevitably never be a part of. You were jealous and scared, terrified about being left alone. In the end, you had still been left alone. 

“I…still don’t know if I like you. And I still don’t know why you kissed me—” or why you kissed him back “—but I just…wanted to…” you trail off, the cold biting your cheeks in the wake of your tears. You don’t hate him. You don’t think you ever really did.

Reo stares at you as if he’s bewildered. But you can’t tell, not in this lighting, not when everything’s dark, not when you’re already trying your best to keep in a straight line. But one thing you can tell is that there’s a bright red flush on his face.

It’s as honest of an admission he’ll ever get from you. Your stomach churns, twisting into knots. You don’t know what else to say to him. You think he should be pleased, gleeful even. He should lord it over you. But instead he just looks worried. He snaps to activity, draping his coat around your shoulders and waving over a sleek, black car.

“Let’s…get you home.”

Home ends up being Nagi’s high rise apartment.

You change your mind. You kinda hate Mikage Reo all over again.

You dozed off in the car, then let Mikage shuffle you onto an elevator. Mikage had unlocked the apartment door. Some fancy fingerprint setup. You hadn’t realized it at first, until you had stumbled to the living room and seen the unmistakable game station setup.

Feeling suddenly emboldened, you march down the hall, right into Nagi’s room. 

He’s sleeping. Of course he is. He sleeps just like he did young. Blanket pulled over his figure, over his head, leaving any visitor wondering how he doesn’t suffocate to death. You can make out the silhouette of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest.

And then you’re sixteen all over again, barreling into Nagi’s room next door and waking him up in time for school. The nostalgia grips you fast and hard, and you’re free falling, experiencing every single emotion from your earlier years all over again. The elation and heartbreak of your first friendship. You feel your eyes going wet all over again.

You tear the blanket off of him.

There’s a handheld console in his hand. Figures. And his white hair is even more tousled than usual. He’s always been a restless sleeper. He slowly stirs, eyes blinking drowsily until he sees you. He stares up at you from the bed in silence. You don’t know why his eyes are so soft, and you don’t know why a hand reaches up for you, why his hand brushes your face—

“Wake up!” You bark, pushing at his chest.

Mikage rushes in from behind you and chokes. “W-wait—”

Nagi blinks, eyes suddenly alert enough. He says your name, once.

Your hands are on his chest as you hover over him. “I have…so many things I want to talk to you about.” Your tears land on his face, while he stares at you, eyes marginally wide. “But first. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

You sink to the floor, and cover your face with your arms on his bed. You hear the rustling as he rises, but you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I watched your games,” you sniffle into his sheets. “I watched a lot of them.”

Resounding silence ensues. 

He pokes your cheek with a finger. He says your name again. You raise your face. You see the slightest hint of a lazy smile tugging at his lips, right before he kisses you.

[pegging-satan]

THEIR HAIRSTYLES ARE SO OVER THE TOP AMD EXTRA like who’s their hairstylist and follow up question; do they share the same one

Because it would be so funny if the agency and port mafia have the same hairstylist, who knows, to every minute detail, what’s going on in both the agency and the mafia, from every single member. And it’s not like the mafia kidnapped a hairstylist and made them work for them or anything. It’s just a normal ass salon and every other day a mafia member or an agency member walks in, demands that same hairstylist because only they “get” their stupid hyper specific haircut.

So this hairdresser is like this archival all-knowing being but they never divulge any secrets or anything because they ain’t no snitch. Like imagine a super epic fight and the whole city’s burning except for this one hair salon where it’s just business as usual. And it’s so much fun imagining them talking about their struggles with each other like

“Chuuya’s such a darling but he’s also so angry all the time. Actually, on hindsight Kunikida is also constantly angry. I wonder why”

“If that idiot Dazai doesn’t stop trying to kill himself i swear I’ll do it for him”

“I want to kill that weretiger but unfortunately I’ve grown a little fond of him. I hate to admit it.”

“I didn’t get why someone would want to kill someone else but then I met Akutagawa. I like to imagine killing him but I kinda don’t want to. I mean he did. slice off my leg and stuff but I like to forgive and forget ya know?”

“I’m constantly worried about what would happen after I’m gone” “haven’t you put kunikida in charge?” “No I’m not worried about that. It’s just that Ranpo and the cats can be quite the handful sometimes and he already has his hands full with Dazai you know? Yeah keep these strands a little longer this time, I like them. A little less off the top too, thank you”

“So anyways yosano took me to the bar with her the other day. I didn’t know they made fancy schmancy cocktails so i told them to make it extra sweet because I hate the taste of alcohol. I’d much rather be drinking pop but I thought I should try something new for a change. Anyways that’s how I found out I was a lightweight” “are you even old enough to be drinking” “I’m twenty six” [surprised pikachu face]

“For a large part I don’t really care what my executives do, as long as they get the job done and keep trivial issues away from me. Anyways make these slut strands a bit more bouncy than the rest of my hair. I think fukuzawa likes it that way. He won’t ever admit it though”

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I don't know if your asks are open atm, but I had this thought and I wanted to see your take on it-

Villain meets hero in civilllian identity and gets them suuuper drunk then just casually kidnaps takes them home. I want to see/read the pov of hero waking up with villain's unyielding arms curled around them, and the panic (on hero's part) and smugness from villain that ensues.

You can ofc ignore this if life is too busy rn, I would hate to burden my fav writers on here.

Heyyyy! Thank you so much for this ask, and I deeply apologise for the criminally late answer. I love this idea, so I hope I did it justice. 💙💙

TW: (Lots of) alcohol use, fear of death

Words: 2 k

Hero didn’t remember the last time they’d genuinely laughed this much, or the last time they’d gone out with anyone, and it hadn’t magically turned into a disaster. There was something oddly familiar about this gorgeous civilian, those clever brown eyes, the soft waves of their hair and that enviously confident smirk. But they couldn’t remember where, which was uncharacteristic of them because the hero never forgot a face. Maybe their date was really so magnetic that they were making them unable to think straight. Maybe they really were falling for them from their first time out together, which was something they’d deemed impossible, being generally hard to sway. 

“So, what do you do for a living?” they asked the crime-fighter. 

“Mechanical engineer,” they answered around a bite of steak. It wasn’t really a lie; the hero fought crime mainly at night because they had their civilian job to keep them busy in the morning.

“It seems stressful,” they replied, turning the full weight of their knowing gaze onto the hero. It was almost like Hero was completely transparent to them, even though they were told they were normally extremely difficult to read. 

“Yeah. How can you tell? Do I really look that tired?” the crime-fighter asked, letting a soft laugh make its way into their tone.

 “Oh, absolutely not. You’re tantalisingly attractive, doll. I’m just good at reading people.” 

No doubt about that. Hero smiled at them, still somewhat nervous, but entirely flustered. Their date’s velvety voice was so impossibly smooth that they knew they could listen to it for hours on end. They were getting that weird sensation in their stomach again, what was it called, butterflies? They’d always found it ridiculous, never one for romances and cheesy movies, but here they were, suffering the same symptoms they used to mock before, and they weren’t even upset. 

“I think you need to let loose,” they commented, pulling the hero out of their reverie. 

“I am letting loose. I’m here, not working. And I’m already pretty relaxed, so I’m great,” the crime-fighter replied evenly, and they really weren’t lying. They’d needed this for quite a while, actually, so they weren’t sure what their date saw that they apparently didn’t. 

“Would a drink really kill you?” they asked, taking a sip from their own glass.

“To be fair, no, but I’d prefer not to.”

“And why’s that?” The person across them raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused. “You a lightweight?”

At this, the hero laughed, not airy or false, but really it was painfully ironic. Their blood was different from a normal human’s, a side-effect of their powers, so it was somewhat difficult to get them drunk. Despite that, Hero knew that once they started drinking, they just wouldn’t stop, and a drunk, highly-powered individual, who was also partially lovesick in an area chock-full of civilians sounded a bit too much like a wonderful idea.

“Not at all. It’s just that when I drink, I can’t really stop,” they replied with a nervous chuckle. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t go too far,” their date promised, smiling earnestly. 

And the hero relented, which absolutely terrified them because they were usually so stubborn that their own boss suffered trying to convince them to do things sometimes, things being mainly: taking time off work. Yet, all it took was a few smooth words and a seductive smile.

But a few glasses later, and all their worries disappeared into thin air, and everything turned rose-coloured. The beautiful civilian had pulled them into a slow dance, even though they were the taller and stronger of the two, physically speaking. Were they really this malleable when drunk? They could still drink more, before they were completely out of it, but their date’s firm hand on their shoulder, their fingers skirting along the hero’s collar, the passionate kiss to their jawline were more than enough to stop them from thinking straight. The crime-fighter could barely breathe, smiling almost hopelessly as they let themselves be dipped and twirled by their new paramour, who shouldn’t have possessed the strength to be able to do that. 

They shouldn’t. 

Hero was starting to overthink, and they really weren’t going to let anything ruin this moment, so in their drunken stupor, they trudged back over to their table and asked for more wine. 

“But darling, didn’t you ask me to tell you not to go too far?” their date asked, somewhat concerned and only slightly tipsy themselves. 

“I also told you I’m not a lightweight, and sober me is a bastard,” they attested with a weirdly determined look on their face as they downed yet another glass. 

Their lover laughed and hooked a hand into theirs, and the hero didn’t even care to ask where they were going as long as it was with them. They didn’t care that their surroundings seemed to change every five minutes, all of it melting into an amalgamation of colours and lines that the crime-stopper could barely identify the differences between. They were jumping from activity to activity, remembering each one a little less than they remembered the others, simply euphoric that their date was with them through it all, with their sweet words and their dangerously addictive touch. Oh, and the drinking, more of it than they ever fathomed was possible, from some fancy bottle with a French name they weren’t going to try reading to a cheap six-pack of beer from a supermarket and so much in between.

“Y’ know, you should stop doing that, if yer really worried about me getting any more in-intoxicated,” they slurred, as their date’s fingers carded through their hair, the hero leaning against their shoulder on a park bench. 

“Well maybe, you should stop being so cute, dove,” the villain purred, lightly stroking the hero’s neck with their fingers, leaving a trail of fire on their skin. 

Villain? Now, they were seriously out of it, all the way to the hallucination stage.

The crime-fighter let out a loud cackle, their umpteenth of the night. 

“What is it?” they asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I just th-thought y’ were the villain. Y’know, the one fr’m the news? That crazy bastard.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, dear.” And with that, their date pulled them into their car, and then everything faded into pitch black darkness.

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Hero woke up with a throbbing in their head and a horribly dry throat, which was what they’d have normally called a Tuesday, except something, nay, everything seemed off. Most of their form was cushioned against an extremely soft surface, definitely not their old mattress, and they could take a leap and say the sheets were silk. For a second there, they wondered if they were in a hotel room, and a seemingly expensive one at that. The carpet, furniture and the walls were all muted colours, and the furniture was made of mahogany, or at least it looked like that, with simple gold accents for decoration. A modern painting hung above their bed, mostly haphazard streaks of soft pastel shades on a canvas, and the half-open curtains kept a terrace behind them.

Normally, if the hero woke up somewhere they didn’t know, which happened an alarming number of times to the point that they’d gotten used to it, they would start by looking for a way to escape if they needed to, ergo, they usually didn’t take the time to admire the tasteful decor. 

The truth was, they were using their surroundings as a futile attempt to distract themselves from the vice-like grip of someone’s arms around them. 

“Ah, so you’ve finally woken up. Took you long enough,” their date’s silky voice crooned. Villain’s silky voice. 

The second their eyes flitted over to the insignia on the criminal’s neck, a wave of recognition instantly rushed over them with so much force, it almost felt nauseating. Last night, the villain must’ve had it covered up with makeup or something because the crime-fighter wasn’t the only one who could recognise that mark. The villain was practically a celebrity now. 

“How?” Hero rasped out, their eyes wide, lips parted and face flushed with shame at their inability to identify their own nemesis. 

The villain’s impossibly smug smile had definitely become even more smug as their eyebrow twitched upwards in amusement. “To your credit, you hadn’t seen me without a mask before. And I’d covered my mark up. For all you knew, I could’ve simply been a lookalike, so no need to tear yourself up over it, lovely.”

“How’d you know it was me?” they questioned, raising a hand up to their left temple, rubbing it with their fingers, only for the criminal to gently push it down and do that themselves, and the hero despised how they seemed to melt into the touch, how it actually seemed to dull the pain of their migraine.

“Vigilante is a mutual friend. They thought we’d be perfect for each other,” they stated simply, like Hero was supposed to nod and get on with their day. 

Except Vigilante hadn’t thought to tell them, blindly trusting the villain. 

Hero bit down on their lip, a worried crease forming in between their eyebrows. “I didn’t question it either. I ignored my suspicions, I could have and may as well die, or get tortured or whatever because I was too reckless! People can die if I mess up,” they stated bluntly, breaking out of the villain’s hold. 

“Even if I turned out to be so evil, what makes you think you can’t fight back? Yesterday, even when you were drunk out of your mind, you punched that crude stranger that hit on me senseless without effort. No powers used. And, like everyone else, Hero, you deserve to have someone to trust,” they answered gently, cupping the crime-fighter’s cheek with their hand. 

“I’d just met you,” they breathed out softly, shrinking in on themselves, nothing like the charismatic, daring hero from the news articles.

“Well, I’m afraid trust involves risks, sweetness, I don’t make the rules. And if I seriously wanted to torture you, don’t you think a dirty cell and chains would make more sense?” they quipped, hoping to release any of the tension.

Hero snorted. “Yeah, I suppose torturing me in a hotel room wouldn’t quite work.”

“This is my humble guest bedroom, not a hotel.”

The crime-stopper sneered at the word humble. Of course the villain had to be a millionaire. A mechanical engineer’s salary wasn’t supposed to be something to sneer at, but their boss was a bastard and hero work didn’t pay for crap. Not why they did it anyway. They guessed that this was revenge for when the hero had forcibly paid for dinner. 

“For how long was I in your arms?” they asked suddenly. 

The villain snickered. “I came to wake you up, and let’s just say you get quite clingy when you’re half-asleep.”

The bold redness of their face, along with its burning heat travelled down to their neck like wildfire. The worst part was that their greatest desire was just for the villain to hold them again.

Luckily for them, Villain pulled them into their arms again, the hero quickly relaxing into their touch as their shoulders sagged and the villain dissolved the headache in their temples with their gentle touch. 

They nuzzled their head into the crook of their enemy-turned-lover’s neck, pressing a kiss to their cheekbone, only for the criminal to let out a soft laugh and kiss the hero’s hair. 

Taking a risk is a far cry from what one would see in a movie; a rose-coloured promise of adventure. It is a structure built on trust, a gamble for a building material; either as fragile as glass or as unrelenting as reinforced steel. Yet sometimes, the instincts of even the least trusting person to ever exist will tell them to follow their heart’s desire because as strange as it seemed, love could leave you infinitely more intoxicated than a river of champagne could ever dream to.  

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Brother’s Best friend- Matt Sturniolo

Y/n is Nate’s little sister, sitting at 18 years old. She was close with all of the triplets she thought of Nick and Chris as her brothers but she had a crush on Matthew. She knew it was silly to have a crush on her brother’s best friend but she couldn’t help it. Matt adore y/n. He would do anything to be with her but he didn’t know how her brother would act as they are best friends. He loved y/n with his heart. He would always love her.

Matt X FemMixed! Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Smut, p in v, praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), going behind brother’s back, underage drinking and smoking. (i don’t condone this but it’s just for the plot.) Under the influence sex, use of ma, praise kink. if y’all need anymore added lmk and i will.

It was a Thursday night and the triplets, Nate and Y/n were just getting back at the triplets parents house after they all went to the park to spend time together before going home even though they spent time at the restaurant for their birthday. Y/n yawned “Damn I’m tired and the night just got started.” Matt then chimed in “What do you mean it’s just getting started me, Nick and Chris are just going to try some alcohol plus you and Nate can’t drink yet y’all underage maybe Nate but not you.” “You’re acting like I don’t go to parties and drink remember me and Nate have different dad’s. Mines hispanic so it’s normal for me to drink with a hispanic father.” Everyone beside Nate was in shock that she drinks. She was incredibly confused as why they are shocked. “Why are y’all in shocked?” Matt and Chris just stared at her while Nick was getting on her. “You’re only 18 tho Y/n. Why? When?” Y/n laughed My father says if you’re old enough to start a job, drive, learn about the real life then you can drink and smoke. Our mom disapproves but she can’t really say anything since I live with my dad. I’ll be down to have one drink or two and one beer. Two strong drinks and one beer that’s all and I’ll smoke after. Nate can I please? I’ll clean your messy room again.” “No Y/n you’re not doing that.” Chris says “Yes since you’re gonna clean my room. Come on guys it’s y’all’s 21st just let her have fun. I’ll take care of her if she gets too fucked up.” “Fine.” Matt says only because Y/n is giving him the puppy eyes and they are his weakness for her. “Yay let’s start!!” Y/n went to grab the alcohol and fix some drinks, Malibu with pineapple juice was the first drink she fixed. She walked towards the boys and gave each a drink. “It’s Malibu with pineapple juice it’s really good.” She says before putting her cup out to do cheers and they boys put their cups towards hers. “Cheers!!!” They say in unison taking a sip. Nick, Matt and Chris making a face due to the alcohol. “Y’all get use to it after a few sips that’s what it took me but shots are still semi hard for me. But the drink is so good right?” “Yea it is like the flavours mixed together.” Nick says. They continued to drink for the next 30 minutes while Y/n brought her cart and vape out handing the cart to her brother. Nate and Y/n taking a few puffs before she put the cart away. Y/n wouldn’t admit she’s a lightweight as she is already fucked. “Nate can we outside please. I need a breather.” “Yea let’s go we be back.” Y/n and Nate walked outside and he was worried. “Are you okay?” “I’m at my limit if I drink anymore I’ll black out.” “Okay don’t drink no more. I don’t need you blacking out on my best friend’s birthday n/n.” “Yup I know. Let’s go back inside.” They walked back inside seeing Nick and Chris play fighting. Y/n walked up to Matt and asking, “Can I go to sleep in your bed tonight.” “Yea go ahead I’ll be up soon I’m getting tired.” Matt says slurring his words a little. “Nope pretty boy you’re slurring your words time for bed.” “Nooo Y/n!!” “Boys let’s wrapped it up time for bed y’all are drunk as hell now let’s go.” Nick and Chris started to go to bed as they didn’t want to argue with Y/n as she can be like a mom at points. Nate going to hug her and making his way to the guest room which is like his room there at the triplets parents house. “Come on Matt help me clean the stuff up.” They went to start cleaning the living room and kitchen up. After they finished cleaning up they headed towards Matt’s room. As soon as Y/n got in the room she darted to the bed and flopped on it. Matt laughed at her. “What your bed is comfortable must be nice to have money to afford a nice ass bed.” “Well you never in videos with us and that is not getting you any money you barely make any at your job.” “It’s just that I know your fandom would get mad at me for being a female being friends with y’all they would understand with Nate since he’s my brother.” “Y/n it’s our videos if they get mad they get mad we have been friends with you since we became friends with Nate.”

Y/n wanted to be in a video but was scared she knew her brother was good at making videos with them. She felt like she would embarrassed herself on film. “When are y’all filming again?” “Tomorrow why?” “I wanna be in the video.” Matt went to her and hug her tightly. “Yay can I choose your outfit tho?” “Yes Matt you can. Now let’s go to bed I’m tired.” Matt then went to the bathroom and changed his clothes when he got back y/n was still in her clothes. “Take a hoodie or shirt of mine and wear it for tonight.” Y/n grabbed her favourite hoodie of his and went to the bathroom and changed into it. When she got back Matt was in awe. Matt thought to himself *God she is so pretty in my hoodie.* “You look nice in that hoodie you can keep it.” “You say that every time I wear one of your hoodies or shirts.” “Because it’s the truth.” Y/n crawled into the bed with Matt. Y/n sense some tension between them she always have. “Matt… I have a hypothetical scenario okay. Let’s say you had a sister and she fell in love with your best friend what would your opinion be?” “Well if I had a sister I would obviously care who she falls in love with but if it’s my best friend then I know she would be in great hands as I trust my best friend. Why?” “Just trying to see if my brother is the same way as I fell in love with his best friend and I know you feel the same because there is so much tension between us.” Matt didn’t know what to say and he knew she was right there’s no point of hiding it. “I feel like Nate would understand but at the same time I don’t know.”

Matt wanted to kiss her but he knew he shouldn’t. His heart and state of drunkenness took over and kissed y/n. Y/n didn’t hold back kissing him back.

They had a heated make out session for at least 10 minutes. Matt letting his hand roam her body while the other is pinning her arms above her head. Matt started to move down her jawline towards her neck y/n making small whines out as he kiss her sweet spot. Matt pulled back “Y/n do you want to go farther? If not I’ll stop.” “Mhm.” Matt went back to kissing her neck sucking and biting ever so slightly making sure not to leave marks. Matt hand that was already on her body started to go to her area. Ever so slightly touching her clit and removing his hand, teasing her till she starts to beg for more. “Matt stop please just play with me…” He wasted no time to play with her clit through her clothed pussy. Y/n whining at the sudden touch, matt realises this and starts to moves his fingers to move in circles at a steady pace. Matt couldn’t control himself anymore he started to go down on her. “Lift your hips for me love.” Y/n did so and Matt took her panties off throwing them somewheres. “Be quiet we wouldn’t want to wake anyone.” Y/n nod her head. “Words sweetheart.” “Yes Matt.” Matt started to suck her clit making y/n grab his brunette locks tight, matt groaned against her clit. He started to move his fingers towards her entrance teasing her. Putting his fingers in and out of her. The feeling was euphoric the way Matt is eating Y/n out. He didn’t want to focus on anything else but her, he wanted to please her. “Matt please I..I need you please.” “You gotta be more elaborate on what you mean by you need me.” Matt went back to eating her out. “I need you inside me now.” Matt wasted no time to pull his shorts and boxers off. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed himself in without any warning making her whine. Matt pulled all the way out till his tip is still inside of her, thrusting back into her. Y/n had to cover her mouth so she could muffle her moans in. He reaches down and starts to play with her clit. Y/n started to feel a knot forming in her stomach realizing this she move her hand and whisper in Matt’s ear. “‘m close matt.” Matt started to rub her clot faster while his moves start to get sloppy. “Go ahead ma cum for me. Be a good girl.” Her orgasms breaking free as moan Matt’s name making him finished. As he got up and went to the bathroom to grab a wet wash cloth to clean her and himself up. When he got back she was already asleep so he gently clean her up.

The next day came along and everyone was up besides y/n. Nick went to wake her up. When he woke her up he went back downstairs to the living room. she got up and went to the bathroom and took the toothbrush she left there the last time she stayed over. She thought to herself it’s funny how me and Nate practically have stuff of our own here. As she got downstairs she made eye contact with Matt, her mind replayed the events that happened last night. She had to look away and go to Nate. “Heyyy bubs!! How did you sleep last night also I wanna have a conversation with you with Matt.” “Uhhh okay what about and I slept fine.” “You’ll see.” Y/n we y to Matt and told him to follow her. They went towards Nate. “Let’s go outside.” They all went outside to the backyard. “Okay so I don’t know how to put this but I liked Matt since we all started to hang out. I kept it from you Nate since I knew he was your best friend and I didn’t know how you would’ve reacted.” Nate just stared at her not knowing what to say. “I also have liked Y/n since we meet but I kept it hidden.” “Okay wow what the fuck? I’m not mad but keeping this hidden from me seriously?? Y/n I don’t care who you love it’s your life not mines. But I wished you would’ve told me so I could have helped in some way. Matt I caught on to your crush on my sister after a while so you’re not fooling anybody with that it was so obvious. Spoiling my sister, treating her differently, the way you look at her. Hell Nick and Chris told me set you up with her.” “Wait what? It was that obvious?” “Yes Matt it was I even caught on.” “Oh well. I have two question.” Y/n and Nate both hum in response. “Nate do I have your permission to date your sister?” “Of course man you do, I mean you treat my sister better than any of her dickheads ex’s.” “Okay that was good man but thanks. Now Y/n Doe can I be your boyfriend?” “Ha yes Matthew you can.” Matt pulled Y/n into a hug and nuzzle his face into her neck. “Lover boy.” “I ain’t a lover boy Nate.” “Mhm okay.“ Nate went back inside leaving Y/n and Matt together. “I love you Matt. Like seriously love you.” “I love you too princess. I know you do and I wouldn’t want that to change.”

The end

Finally took me a hot minute to finish this my mental health was so bad.

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