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dynsdiary · 1 month

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━━ wellie elliams

pairings : streamer!ellie williams x reader

warnings : use of yn, mentions of using weed/nic, lowkey self inserted uhh, more focus on ellie than ellie x reader

cr : @idontgetanysleep & @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n : guys i really enjoyed doing this, had a thought of ellie's reactions to read fics about her, her edits (esp with the ai audios, shout out to akemi, i love her) & fan arts

DAILY CLICK

DONT BUY TLOU

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

👾 starts off doing streaming just for fun & thinks to herself that no one’s gonna watch it until people actually enjoy watching her play.

🎮 definitely play minecraft and would argue with KIDS on roblox and get competitive with them while playing.

🕹️ OBSESSED WITH FORTNITE LITERALLY A FUNDRAISER TO FORTNITE

👾 definitely would say this "i can cook, clean and carry you on fortnite" to flirt with girls

🎮 she definitely has a cat(s) and people would always want it on the stream

🕹️ i can totally see her raging while playing valorant lolll and would definitely waste money on the skins too.

“okay chat, should i buy it? nah, im just gonna buy it” the chat floods with saying no but will she listen to you guys? no. “okay, i just bought it! watch my aim get better chat” her aim DOES NOT get any better lol but at least the skins are pretty!!

👾 she’s surely shy at first and won’t show her face, hell even her hands !! she just shows what she's playing and just talk

🎮 would try to be social with her “fans” as much as possible cause she likes to hang out with them.

🕹️ would do a face reveal after she hit the milestone!! and people would go CRAZYYYYY. i mean who wouldn’t, right? it’s ellie williams!!!

👾 she probably would be active on twitter more and sometimes on tiktok and rarely on instagram (just to update story and her feed)

🎮 tweet the most unhinged things YET doesn’t get cancelled because somehow all of her tweets are kind of relateable…

🕹️ other than streaming her gameplay she would definitely do some reaction, play her guitar and sing, reviewing things that are so useless & stupid

👾 talking about reactions, SHE WOULD TOTALLY REACT TO THE EDITS, ART AND FICS ABOUT HER (she thought it was funny and some of the fics are BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN)

smelliewilliams : OH NO SHE KNOWS iloveellie69 : uhh yall better hide !!!! livelaughloveellie : ellie pls dont react to it 😇 simpforels : FOR YR OWN SANITY!! “chat, you’re going crazy” she scoffed. few minutes later… “oh wow, that sure is something! haha uhm…” "the technology is getter scary, how does she makes it sounds like me. like does that not sound like me actually saying it?? it's really impressive" her reacting one of the edits with ai audios that sounds like her “YALL ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AT DRAWING”

🎮 she appreciates all of your edits, fics and arts! would totally do friday fanarts or something like tom felton would do lol!

🕹️ people BEG her to do vlogs, cause it would be fun and silly vlogs!

👾 her music taste is 👩‍🍳 💋, source? trust me bro.

🎮 people would want her to do a room tour cause somehow she keeps her room clean & tidy but also a really cool room

🕹️ small lights >>>>>> big lights

👾 people would be shocked if they knew how smart ellie is 😭 a major nerd if you ask me ! there's no doubt that she starts to share some fun facts that she knows & takes some online quizzes to prove that she's smart

🎮 would totally go on omegle and just troll or make new friends

🕹️ that is where she met you !!

you were bored one night and decided to go on omegle just for fun and you met her there. although ellie's platform is big, she still doesn't know half of the influencers or streamers so her chat goes CRAZY when she sees you and is like matchalvr : OMG IS TGAT YN ???? smelliewilliams : ELLIE YOURE SO LUCKY justanormalgirl : MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING “wait a second, are you yn?” she asked ”that’s me” “why is my chat going crazy about you?” her eyes scanned the chatroom. “hold on, you do streaming too?”

👾 started to play with you more and she would occasionally join your stream and support you there if she can't play (since the timezone sucks)

🎮 people start shipping you two and one-day ellie liked an edit of you and her (which is super hot and the audio is boaf? BOAF!! , pls get what i mean 😢) and the fandom went insane

🕹️ the two of you started to get close and plan to meet each other sometime in the future

👾 LOL WOULD TOTALLY DO THE “when the gc makes it to the hang out” TIKTOK, the gc is being JUST the two of you 😭

🎮 she would either have an energy drinks, juice or water on her table.

🕹️ her sleep schedule is FUCKED UP, that’s explaining her dark circle & eyebags.

👾 love when people greet her at public place, she just love meeting her fans

🎮 oh im pretty sure she goes to the twitch con (?) thingy and would probably go with you as your date hehehehehehehhehehehe

🕹️ have figurines and legos displayed in her room

👾 super open about her using weed & nicotine (to sleep)

🎮 is open minded and an open book

🕹️ would do "my anons dark secrets confession" thingy

👾 OH SHE WOULD DO ASMR FOR FUN & people actually enjoyed it lol

🎮 she would play dress to impress with you

🕹️ STREAMING TOGETHER WITH YOUUU

👾 when the two of you are officially dating, both of you wear "i love my hot gf" every single streaming session

🎮 she loves matching bro so matching avatar in games

🕹️ would talk about you 24/7 EVEN WHEN SHE DIDNT MEAN TO

"oh me and my gf just-" , "chat, me and yn are-" elsyngfs : OKAY ELLIE WE GET IT!!!!!!!! ynssimp : i get it ellie, i too would talk abt her a lot ynaalyn : WHERE DO I FIND THIS RS GUYS idwtowatchellie : BRO UR R A LOSER GF smelliewilliams : gosh imagine if they're not ldr...

in conclusion, she's literally a loser lovesick lover girl

REMINDER !!

that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!

before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!

#written by ellslvr ❦#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #streamer!ellie #streamer au

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morgana-ren · 8 months

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I DONT KNOW IF YOU WRITE FULL FICS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE WIRTE ONE ABOUT TGAT LAST ASK.

Just about Astarion sitting in his throne of sorts, in the palace, with tav sitting in his lap. He’s bored, tav sits there- dissociating and wishing they were anywhere else. He asks them if they’d like to do something fun and they say something like “Only if you do my lord” and he saddens some, expecting them to come up with something fun like they used to but they can’t think of anything that he would approve of them doing after so many years of breaking them down and he realizes it’s gotten so dull because tav was the person that brightened his life

"Awfully dull today, hmm? How would you like to do something fun, my love?"

It's an oh-so rare quiet day in the Crimson Palace, and his favorite source of amusement sits placidly on his lap, silent as the grave and still atop him. Content as he is in the peaceful quiet with solely her company, he'd spend the day with her doing– well, something, surely. It’s been a while since they’ve had any time to themselves to truly enjoy each other’s company alone. In fact, he cannot recall the last time with any distinct accuracy.

It seems so terribly long since they've had any time to themselves. Being a Lord keeps you awfully busy.

In a tender moment, he reaches forward to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear with a long, pale finger. She doesn’t react save a slight instinctual flicker of her lashes. Not a hint of expression on her face. He expects her to lean into his touch as she used to and is almost shocked when she does not.

Odd, he thinks. She hardly even seems to notice anything at all.

It’s almost like she isn’t entirely present.

Still, before he can chastise her, she responds to his bid for her attention.

"If that is your wish, my lord,” She responds to his question, lifeless and monotone. Perfectly obedient, just as befits her, and yet—

He frowns, just a little. It irks him, but now that he thinks about it, he cannot recall the last time he saw enthusiasm on her face– or much of anything at all aside from the blank, hollow mask she has now. Completely impassive and unresponsive in a cruel sort of practiced indifference.

He studies her for a moment and comes to the conclusion that it reminds him of the robots they found in that strange tower in the Underdark so long ago. Programmed to respond to the right things and make the right moves, but utterly incapable of acting on her own whims. Eternally awaiting instruction.

Empty. Robotic. Precise and yet disingenuous somehow. Eerily so.

Has she been like this before? Has he simply not noticed?

Perhaps she just needs to awaken a little more. It was such a long night, and he had kept her remarkably busy. She must be exhausted, but surely, she will perk up. She always does.

Doesn’t she?

“Come, darling. What would you like to do?” He jostles his knees, dandling her on his legs like one might a small, particularly grumpy child. She bumps up and down, only reaching to steady herself on the sides of his throne.

“Whatever would please you would please me, my lord.”

He groans, rolling his red eyes, a very sudden burst of irritation bubbling in his gut. Always with the My lord, My lord, scraping and bowing like some sort of indentured serf. Proper respect is important, of course, but for the first time in a while— longer than he can honestly think back on, to be honest— they are entirely alone. He is her Lord, yes, but she knew him by another name once– did know him by another name. She knows better than to tease him in front of his vassals but surely—

He can’t remember the last time she said his name.

His real name.

How long since he has truly sat by her side and talked with her? Spent time with her? He's been so busy, laying plans and waste, conquering and shedding blood of those who oppose him. The Lord Tyrant, come to rule over his dominion of Eternal Night. She is always by his side, never straying and yet—

(“I love you, Little Star,” She’d laugh, planting a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, which would promptly crinkle in annoyance.

“I’m not ‘Little Star,’ and I’ll never understand why you insist on calling me that.”

“That’s what your name means, doesn’t it? Little Star? Or perhaps Little Starlight– I don’t really remember.”

“Then why make that my pet name?" He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the use of his own childish moniker that follows him like a shadow to anyone who speaks even a lick of his native language. "Of all the things your brilliant little mind can concoct, you give me a child’s handle? I’m strong, dashing, capable, handsome, fearsome– but instead you choose that absurdity”

“Because you’re my little star!” And she would smile so brightly that it seemed impossible in the darkness, and he could not help but smile himself. “My light in the darkness. My Astarion, for as long as you want to be. And I love you.”

His expression would soften once again and he would simply sigh, pulling her close to kiss her temple. The night was cold, but she was so impossibly warm against him, somehow fitting perfectly in his lap and into his heart, where she’d wormed her way in against his own will. The dim firelight reflects in her eyes as she tells him again that she loves him forever if he’ll have her, and he can think of nothing he’d desire more than to ride out the endless night of eternity with her here on his lap, cradled close.)

Something gnaws at him. Something raw and edged with a vicious sort of misery he’d done so well to avoid in ages. He cannot place it but as he looks at her, his stomach is as a dark, abyssal pit, circling and swelling like a maelstrom.

Something is wrong.

He cannot place the negative emotion, and so he does as he always does now, making the strange yearning her responsibility to soothe.

He lashes out at her.

“I’m growing bored,” He says with a cold, cruel edge to his voice. “You know how much I dislike boredom, don't you, darling?"

What he seeks is a reaction. A sudden spark of life from within her. For her to grab his hand and take him to do— to do something. Surely—

And yet, with a motion so fluid that it implies an aged and practiced skill, she slides from his lap down to her knees before him, reaching towards the laces of his breeches. There is nothing behind her eyes as she extends her hand forward to unlace him, hardly even seeing him. Nothing at all.

“What are you doing?” He slaps her hands away, scowling down at her, taken back by her brashness.

“You said you were bored, my Lord.”

“And why would you think–”

Because that is what he’d taught her.

That her body was built for his amusement; his temple to defile at will. Because of the cold nights in the castle after so many years where he would reach for her, and she would quiver and shake her head with eyes rimmed red and puffy and beg to be left untouched and yet he would speak the words without thinking and she would bend for him any way he wished.

Because even as she would obey, she would cry and turn away, and he would give it little thought until one night the crying and protesting simply stopped. He thought she had learned. Made peace with her duties and loyalty to him and what it entailed. Mayhaps she had come to realize that her theatrics had little impact on him and surely, he wasn’t so wretched to her now that these waterworks were necessary. His touch could not repulse her so that her weeping was remotely acceptable. She loves him, surely she—

Because he would command her until she would kneel, and so now, she kneels without command.

He sighs, breathing the fire from his lungs, reaching down to pull her back up into his lap. She does not respond, only obeys in kind to his guiding instruction as he settles her back down on his legs. He finds a semblance of patience from within himself which is a strange and unusual feeling, mustering it up to once again ask:

“My dear, what is it that you would like to do?”

Her head cocks. She does not understand.

"What would you enjoy? If you had the freedom to do anything, what might it be?"

It takes a moment, but for the first time, a reaction: Confusion. It is slow to take hold but becomes blaringly apparent as it does. It is not as if she doesn’t know the answer, but almost as if she doesn’t understand the question.

“Whatever you would like to do, my Lo–”

“No, no, darling. What is it you would like to do?” He impresses, harsher this time, and she flinches, recoiling from… something.

From him.

If her heart was still capable of beating, he'd be able to hear the way it pumps into overdrive. As it stands, he cannot, but he is aware no less. Her scent changes entirely around him to something that has his brows furrowing. Shortness of breath, dilating pupils, hands beginning to quake— Adrenaline. Steel-edged anxiety. As if this is not a question at all, but rather a test and she does not know the answer, and failure means his displeasure and his displeasure means–

"I— What would you—" She hard-swallows, harrowed by the open-endedness of the question. "—I want what—"

("Come to the meadow with me, Asto," She would grab his hand with a mischievous smile when their compatriots were fast asleep, tugging him up from the comfort of his bedroll. "I want you to come with me."

"It's late, darling. Wouldn't you rather come here and lie with me?" He would try to tug her back down playfully, but would fall against her aggressive temerity, being pulled to his feet through her sheer will. She would stifle her giggling with a hand as she guided him past their slumbering companions, through the tree line and deep into the forest.

"Come on, lazy boy, come! Come with me!"

"Well, I'm trying to—"

She would hush him and yank him by the wrist, out into the field where he'd first had her, down once more into a bed of wildflowers and long grass. Her melodic laugh like a strange song as she yanks him to the ground despite his weak protests until she would lie her head on his chest and trace gentle patterns on his white shirt against his flexed chest.

"We don't have to come all the way out here to make love, darling—" He would move to try to kiss her, but she would adamantly press her head against his torso, insisting he stay down in the dirt with her.

"I'm not trying to seduce you," She would giggle, pointing at the star-spangled sky. "I want to lie under the stars with you."

"But… why?"

"Because I know we'll have eternity to do it, but it's my favorite moon tonight and it reminded me of you."

He squints, struggling to find anything different about it at all. "I don't notice anything, darling. It looks very much like the moon we see every night."

"It's so full and bright! Look at the rays!" She holds her hand out as if to cradle a silvery moonbeam in her palm. "It reminds me of the color of your hair."

She reaches over him to delicately pluck something from the grass, tucking it gingerly behind his ear after she does so. "These poppies are the same beautiful deep red of your eyes in the moonlight. I feel safe here; home, with you. I just wanted to enjoy it for a moment. Just the two of us."

He would wrap his arms around her waist, squeezing so tightly that she would gasp and worm about, trying to return the favor, and yet he would not relent.

"I want you to feel safe with me," he would whisper into her hair, desperately trying to memorize the scent of it, as if expecting Bhaal himself to come and steal her from his frantic embrace. "Now and forever, I want to feel home in your arms, with you.")

He thinks, for a moment, to return to that meadow, and that perhaps his love— the one he remembers— will return to him. As if her ghost still lingers there, trapped and waiting to be rescued.

He can’t.

It is not a meadow any longer, but a battlefield, not unlike the vile destruction left in Ketheric's wake at Raithewait; another one in a million places sacrificed in his conquest for glory, littered with bodies and bones. A graveyard tribute to his power, scorched soil and dead grass. No flowers bloom there anymore— there is nowhere for them to bloom between the suffocating aura of death.

All that is left is a beautiful memory buried beneath a river of dried blood, and you cannot water flowers with dried blood or wean them on bone dust. That meadow is one moment suspended in time as trapped in amber, impossible to claw free from its temporal prison. He cannot remember the last time he saw that jovial smile she had saved just for him in that damned meadow.

He cannot recall the last time she said the words "I love you" and cried his name as a preternaturally beautiful siren song without being commanded.

He frowns, feeling something strange and haunting in his chest. Something viciously clawing up his throat as he looks at her: at her empty red eyes that were once the most beautiful color, full of love and life when she looked upon him; at her contorted expression that used to be as radiant as the sun and he could have sworn that her light could have sustained him through the dark, miserable nights of his eternal curse if only she was by his side; at the frailty of her body that almost seems to creak and break beneath his weight.

"My love, look at me."

And she does, if not by command, then by instinct.

"Smile for me, will you? Can you do that for me?"

And she does, her lips turning upward and raising to reveal two sharp teeth— and nothing more. It's uncanny and revolting and wrong. There is nothing behind her eyes, nothing at all. No light, no life, and certainly no love.

He used to be able to see himself in her eyes. How her heart sang for him, cheeks blossoming with blood at the sight of him. He could hear her heart rabbit behind her ribs, her hands quaking with excitement to touch him even in the most innocent of ways. Through her eyes, he found his own value— his own worth— and finally began to understand that he deserved love; he deserved happiness. She had healed him, giving almost all of herself to do it, selflessly and without asking for anything in return even as he despised himself and refused his own agency—

And she stares at him now with soulless eyes, he is left to wonder if he has taken too much from her in his quest to take everything. Wonders if she will ever be that lovestruck, moon-eyed girl again, wanting nothing more than to lie under the moonlit meadow with him. If she will ever kiss his eyelids as a delicate butterfly and whisper eternity in his ear. If she will ever feel safe and home and loved around him again in his embrace–

Save she is no longer quaking with anticipation at his touch, but trembling from fear, lost and terrified at the posing of a simple question. Her scent is foreign even as it is familiar and he cannot recall when it began to change. There is something in her eyes that haunts him, and though he can see himself within him, what stares back is not him. A terrible realization rakes knives down his soul, a gaping maw threatening to swallow him whole. A tightening in his lungs, and even as he does not breathe, he does not believe he could even if he tried.

“Darling?”

“Yes, my Lord?”

Her face is impassive once more. Perfect porcelain expression. Not a crack in the mask. Not a wrinkle in the facade. Practiced day in and day out until it becomes real. He remembers it well.

How long has it been? How long since he has looked at her? Truly looked at her? Spoken to her? Told her he loved her?

Showed her he loves her?

When was the last day he did not command from her that which she begged not to willingly give?

He cannot remember. He cannot recall.

He demanded and she had no choice but to give. More and more and more. He drained her dry and now where was once his sacred oasis, there is nothing at all. No matter how long he looks, there is never a flicker of anything in her glassy eyes.

He wonders if even as he has gotten everything he has ever wanted, he lost the one thing he needed.

It paralyzes him. For the first time in an ageless eternity, he feels something: Panic.

Even his endless power cannot bring her back. His beloved is dead, and he has killed her. Upon him sits a pretty corpse, empty and devoid of all that made her her. A doll with her face. A doll with barely even that.

Her laugh, her smile. Her passion and desire and love. The tenderness inside of her and the warmth she once held. Everything that pulled him from his shell and showed him how to love once more. He bloomed in her light– and then snuffed it out entirely.

How long has it been? How long has she been gone?

Though she may be undying, he realizes with horror akin to a dawning sun that she is gone– and has been for some time.

“You seem stressed, my Lord? How can I make you happy again?”

Second part of the story HERE

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #literally whatever you want it to be #very bad implications here do not read if sensitive #bad mean astarion #sort of #lots of mistakes here fellas #i TOLD yall i was having a tough time writing #this needed more time and work but man I just CANNOT focus #you get the gist right #this needed more detail and to be longer but i was struggling here #god i need medicine or something #one down about 399 more to go lmao

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thisiskatsblog · 2 years

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You aren't an advocate when you support an antisemitic misogynist homophobic conspiracy theory and are an active participant in spreading it. Calling you on your bullshit Kat

Your arguments aren’t worth shit when you aren’t supporting them with any evidence or logical reasoning. You aren’t worth shit and you probably don’t even believe you have good arguments if all you dare to do is come here on anon. You’re a sad pathetic wussy full of bullshit, “Anonymous”

#if this is all you have on me it’s very meagre #i don’t do misogyny and don’t support the beard bashing #havent done so once #the fact tgat you guys do not understand the concept of social homophobia is the onky rrason you thinj your argument that #the theory that louis and harry are/were a couple makes any sense #thats just your stupidity and unwillingness to udnerstand #not me being homophobic #and the antisemitism of the these that louis and harry are/were a couple is #is probably the part that is most unclear to me #the only argument i have ever heard for it was that all consipracy theories are antisemitic #which frankky is bad reasoning #glad i’m still annoying you anti conspiracy theorist #just love annouing uncritical stupids with bad logic #come here with your shitty arguments any day #and i’ll be sure to have some fun #correction of my prev tags #the fact you dont get the concept of social homophobia is the only reason you think #that you think the assertion that the theory that louis and harry are a couple is homophobic #makes any sense #i swallowed a few words there #i shouldnt be arguing in tags #but at least i am making an argument #which is better than your cowardly stan shit

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xazse · 4 months

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HI Z!!

saw ur bunny reader x scara post its so good omg. ANYEAYS tgat got me thinkin ab catgirl!reader x scaramouche where we r cock warning him while he works and he’s playing with our tail n stuff while we beg for him to start moving..

SCARAMOUCHE x CATGIRL!READER

Notes: HI!! So happy you liked my Scara writing he really is so fun to write for, I especially love writing for hybrid readers! And sorry it’s so short! You give me another prompt and I’ll write more of this <33

Pairings: SCARAMOUCHE X CATGIRL!READER

Tags: Begging, Cockwarming, Mean!Scara, Hybrid!reader,

“Sit still woman” Scara scolded

You really couldn’t, you’d been in this position for 30 minutes now, sat on his lap sniffling in his neck, his fat cock filling every inch of your cunt, even after the first 10 minutes you’d been completely out of it, pleading with to move because you really couldn’t take the way he’d throb every so often against your walls.

“But-“

A harsh smack is delivered to your ass: a yelp leaving your lips before you decide against whining and complaining. He’s decided his work is far more important than getting his poor kitty off, he really doesn’t bat an eye when your ears deflate in sadness: a pity show won’t work on him and you know that all too well. Regardless you still let him do whatever he wants with you: sometimes a little too stupid to comprehend just how mean he really is: he finds it funny how you still manage to bring out a deep rumbling through your chest: your purring.

He stifles a laugh, your tail has been wandering back and forth in front of his papers, quite the distraction so he reaches out and grabs it roughly: you jump and he places a hand around your waist to keep you still, softly rubbing to calm you down: fakely cooing at you, just to dumb you down even more; it works as always.

He moves to the tip of your tail and rubs there, that spot is the most sensitive to you, your pussy throbs at the added stimulation, but he still makes no effort to move whilst his fingers Intertwine with your tail, even pinching it every so often.

“Nghh..- Sca-“ you attempt to roll his name off your tongue but find its too heavy to talk, your head feels so heady and full with air, Scara’s breathing has increased but you’re far gone to appreciate him in this state. His poor girl’s clit hurts so bad, needy fingers wanting to rub yourself to completion: but you’ll listen to his commands you always do.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #zsworks #fem reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x female reader #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi smut #hybrid reader

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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hi love! not sure if you’re still doing blurbs, totally ok if you aren’t. but i loved your drunk austin one so what about a drunk reader 😭😭 SPECIFICALLY a drunk reader after ashley tisdale’s bachelorette party. just imagine austin having to pick her up from the party and walking in on all the drunk girls LMAO

little miss alcoholic - austin butler

note ; hi yes i am still writing blurbs!! the way i flew to write this. no because you know austin would be literally so okay with you enjoying a night out with the girls and he loves when you get drunk because you’re all over him and i just- skdkdkddk

warnings ; suggestive language, intoxication

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

seven drunk girls, two male strippers. it wasn’t a real game, but it might as well have been. because there you sat, in a circle, watching as two men dressed as firefighters stripped off their clothes, and perhaps the rest of their dignity. you, however, were absolutely hammered. the only way to possibly enjoy ashley tisdale’s bachelorette party. nothing against her, of course, but every time you watched a stripper grind against ashley playfully, you wanted your boyfriend, austin, more and more.

so, in your drunken haze, you whipped out your phone. another real game: trying to text your boyfriend when blackout drunk.

to: austin

hi bubz can7 u. come get me

for some unknown reason, you giggled as you pressed send, taking another sip of your vile tequila soda. he adored when you were drunk, because you were always a blubbering mess on how much you loved him. you two had been dating since he moved next door to you at the age of 8, so when he became famous, your friends became his friends and his successes became your successes. ashley had welcomed you with open arms and became one of your confidantes, which led to you sitting in a tiara on that saturday evening.

austin

are you okay? what’s wrong?

his automatic assumption that something was wrong made you giggle hysterically again. if everyone wasn’t engrossed in the male strippers, they probably would have snatched the phone out of your hand by now. plus, you had no regrets on leaving with your boyfriend. you had endured bridezilla ashley for more than 4 hours.

to: austin

noooo i’m fine i just a want a hug. and a kiss. maybe cuddles too if tgats oki

he laughed almost immediately. he knew what stage of drunk you were. he dated you throughout your college years and he had recieved no shortage of intoxicated texts, claiming that he had to drive down to see you right now for his dick. often times, he had driven down. how could he say no to you?

austin

alright baby well if you want me to get you i will okay?

of course, you wanted him to come get you. you actually needed him to come get you because one more look at those firefighters and you were gonna go ballistic. you fired back a simple ‘yes,’ setting your phone down so ashley would be surprised when austin walked through the door. initially, she had invited austin to her bachelorette as well, but he refused to wear a tiara and that wouldn’t work for her.

you looked like a lost puppy, waiting to be collected by its owner. however, you played the role well and continued to egg ashley on as she chugged straight vodka. listen, you were everything but a party pooper. your years in college taught you that much. 20 minutes flew by, and you found yourself rubbing oil against the firefighter’s chest, much to your dismay. everyone could tell you were not enjoying it, your lips pressed together tightly.

suddenly, you felt hands cover your eyes, and you yelped in confusion. sober you would’ve known right away it was austin. drunk you took a little more time. “having fun, baby?” he whispered into your ear.

“another stripper?” one of the girls yelled out almost immediately and your mouth flew open at the assumption.

“no! that’s my boyfriend, excuse you,” you stuck your tongue out at her. “and he’s mine!”

“[y/n], i thought we promised no austin at my bachelorette,” ashley whined, crossing her hands over her chest. yes, you had promised, but after four hours, you deserved to go home and nurse the hangover that would soon make itself apparent.

“well… i am a liar. a bold faced liar,” you shook your head, pretending to act repulsed by your actions. austin chuckled behind you, rubbing your shoulder as you stood up to pack your things. “y’all have fun being single.. tonight, i am having sex with my man.”

ashley and austin both laughed simultaneously as you stumbled to pack up your things. he basically had to hold you up, the world spinning far too much for your liking. you vowed, in that moment, to never drink again. waving goodbye to all the girls, you gripped austin’s hand as he walked you out of ashley’s home.

“you’re such a good boyfriend,” you whispered, rubbing your head against his bicep. he knew he was, but it was always nice to hear you say it. he also loved that when you were drunk, you went off on rambles, as you were about to do. “i really do love you so much, y’know, like you’re soooo hot. so hot. adorable, the cutest munchkin i could have ever-“

“okay, baby,” he cut you off in between, opening the car door and placing you in the passenger seat. you kept mumbling incoherently, something about him not being a cute munchkin when he cuts you off. he could live with that.

he got into the drivers seat, noticing you still talking to yourself. he had to press his lips together to keep himself from losing his mind. “can we get some wine?” you spoke, reaching out to touch his thigh. you were always unbelievably touchy when you were drunk, but he knew better than to take any of your advances seriously.

“absolutely not, little miss alcoholic, but i will take you home and tuck you into bed,” with that, austin drove off into the californian night, not a worry in his mind. your hangover was tomorrow’s problem.

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