#the drinks r non alcoholic do not worry

[hinamie]

summer is coming so i'm giving them the beach day they deserve

[wandasfavv]

Make You Mine

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ummm stepmom Wanda being upset with you for hosting a birthday party and not listening to her??

Idkkk this is my first time writing anything SO PLEASE just give me chance. I’m not really sure what I’m doing but like it’s something and I wrote this in one sitting. So please ignore any mistakes I made

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stepmom!Wanda x Fem!Reader, alcohol, intoxicated r, non/con, somnophilia, mommy kink, oral(r receiving), jealousy, mentions of straight relationship, just Wanda being pervy

The floor trembled under you as music played obnoxiously through the speakers. You had the house to yourself and since it was your 21st birthday, you hosted a party at your house. There was around twenty people or so that you invited, having known them from college or even before.

With the promises of causing no trouble and being good, your father decided to give you permission to celebrate with your friends. Your step mom on the other hand, not so much.

“Y/N no, I told you already I don’t want you and your friends making a mess in the house that I know you’re not going clean,” Wanda said sternly as she set the dirty dishes in the sink. It was so rare for the older woman to ever let you do anything surrounding your friends. Despite being an adult, she’s always treated you as if you were a kid who never knew how to take care of yourself, and you hated it. Here she was doing that exact thing.

“I promise I’ll clean everything, Wanda. Just let me,” you responded, helping her clean up the table from dinner just to prove a point. She sighed before looking back up and at you, her expression displaying a displeasured look. You, being persistent, kept trying. Begged even as you put on a pleading face. “Please, I’ll do check ins and make sure nothing breaks or anything.”

Wanda found herself amused at your attempt of convincing her, the use of ‘please’ being sorta cute. However, you breaking stuff or making messes weren’t her actual concerns. She just didn’t trust you with your friends.

There were so many nights where she’d catch you trying to sneak out with them, sometimes not being able to and waking up to see you in the morning covered with marks and hickies from whatever. It made her feel an itch whenever she saw you unawarely show off anything that didn’t come from her. Plus, she was always worried about your friends taking advantage over you and making you do stuff she just thought you shouldn’t be doing. And now that you’re planning on a party where’d you be unsupervised, and possibly going to be doing more of these things, she just couldn’t bear the thought.

“For the last time. No-“

“Hey come on it’s fine. Let the kid do what she wants, it’s her 21st birthday,” your father intervened, not noticing the anger and frustration on his wife’s face. He smiled at you, and went his way to Wanda through the kitchen, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just take it as a chance to go on a date or something.”

The sight of him touching her and the word ‘date’ coming out of his mouth made your stomach churn. You didn’t know why though. Sure there were moments you found Wanda attractive and pretty even, but she was like a little less than twice your age and married to your father. It’d be weird to like her in any way like that. Right…?

“Well, thanks dad. I’ll go ahead and do it then,” you replied, your voice sounding taunting to Wanda as you glared up at her.

Excusing yourself, you went to your bedroom, trying to get the picture of the two out of your head. But before leaving, you noticed how Wanda somewhat pushed him away gently.

Back to the party, there you were taking shots and drinks down your throat like you’ve had before. Since you were now legally able to drink alcohol, everyone brought some combined with any that you found in the cabinets. You knew Wanda would probably be mad at you for taking some, but at least you left her favorite wine.

After a couple hours of playing games and enjoying your time letting the drunk feeling sink in, people began to leave, saying bye as they departed and said their birthday wishes to you. It was around 1am at this point, and you knew your dad and Wanda would be back soon. Though, you could barely see anything as you walked. After taking so much of the burning liquor and not considering the consequences, you felt completely sick and out of it, obviously not remembering your promises of cleaning up. Your phone was no where to be found and you had no clue about Wanda’s concerns.

Your last couple of friends helped you with a little bit of trash, picking up only after themselves however, and leaving most of it to you. Feeling lightheaded, you found your way to your room as you held onto the walls, plopping down on the bed once you were in as if you weren’t on the verge of throwing up. As you laid down comfortably, your eyes became heavy, leading you into a deep sleep in which you didn’t hear the car driving and parking onto the driveway.

Wanda came into the house, already prepared to yell at you after you didn’t answer her calls from earlier. She walked over the cups and napkins left on the floor toward your room, expecting you to be up and just ‘busy’ doing anything but cleaning like you said. But instead, she walked into you passed out on your bed, still in your uncomfortable clothing as you reeked of alcohol. She once again sighed out in irritation, not sure if she should be shouting at you or your father for letting you host a stupid a party.

She takes a few steps towards you, reaching her hand out to gently push the loose strand of hair from your face as you slept at the edge. Wanda couldn’t help but smile at your cute sleeping antics though, noticing your eyebrows create an indent in between and your nose twitch. Picking you up with her unusual strength, she put you into bed correctly, placing your head onto the soft pillow lightly. She paused for a moment thinking about her next move as she realized again the clothes you were wearing. They were revealing and provocative, something you’d never proudly wear in front of her or your father. Wanda bit her bottom lip, not knowing whether she should do what she’s thinking, but she did it anyway.

Slowly, she put her hands at the hem of your short top, trying her best to take it off you without you waking. She just didn’t want you to sleep in uncomfortable clothing, that’s all… Successfully pulling it off, she threw it down on the floor. Her eyes trailed down to your chest, which was still covered with your bra. She blushed a bit, finding your body beautiful yet so tempting her eyes then made their way to your bottom half, contemplating if it was a good idea to take your pants off too.

The sound of your father’s voice shook the thought out of her head. He called her name, wondering if everything was okay as the house was quiet, which wasn’t usual if it was Wanda yelling at you. She quickly got out of your room, hoping she wouldn’t be caught doing anything inappropriate with her husband’s daughter and went to her own bedroom, now ignoring the mess that surrounded her through the halls.

After about an hour, Wanda came back into your room. Just to check on you, maybe. She cleaned herself up, taking off any of the makeup she put on for the date she was just on, which was really just her having to suffer through pretending to enjoy whatever it was that they did. She was dressed in simple pajamas, just a shirt and shorts, and even then she looked perfect. Her oblivious husband was asleep now as well, and she took it as her chance to go back to your unconscious state. Walking gingerly to the side of the bed that you were on, she turned on the light on your nightstand and stared at your body again, thinking about taking off your pants like earlier. This time she did do it. Her hands went to the top of them, tugging them down with barely any force. Now leaving with you in only your undergarments, she found herself immersed in your entire being, her hand trailing down your body.

“Fuck, what am I doing…” Wanda whispered to herself as she bit the inside of her cheek in nervousness. You shifted in response to her touch, still in deep sleep as you unknowingly made her lose her composure. A soft groan left her mouth as you turned onto your side and had your back face her, exposing your ass. Looking back at the door and you, Wanda came to the conclusion that neither you or your father would be waking up anytime soon, so she crawled into bed with you on the other side, going under the cold sheets.

She’s never interacted with you with touch before, maybe just a couple hugs and light touches to your lower back, but never more as she didn’t really want to risk and indulge in anything. But seeing you now, your unconscious body, which wouldn’t know what’s about to happen, made her yearn for more.

Her hand made its way back to your face, cupping your cheek that’s faced up unlike the other which was adorably squished against the pillow. She leaned down placing a feather light kiss to your forehead to test you and to see if you really were heavily asleep. And you were. Receiving the green light to go further, her lips went father down to your nose, then to your mouth. Not caring if you were unconscious and intoxicated, she gently pushed her lips against yours, letting out a soft moan as she finally got to kiss you like she’s dreamt of from so many nights where she’d wake up with a mess in between her legs. Her hand went down to your waist, and squeezed it just a bit, but the action made you squirm and part from the kiss, once again turning and facing your back to Wanda.

Disappointed to not see your face, she breathed out. She still kept her hands on you though, wrapping an arm around your midsection and pulling you toward her body. She put her face into your neck, taking in your scent that remained besides the alcohol. “God, I need you so bad baby,” Wanda mumbled behind your ear. Her fingers from her other hand came up to unclip your bra, freeing your chest and allowing her to grope your breasts, still lightly as she wanted you to stay asleep. Her perverted actions were so different compared to how she’d usually behave around you.

Your body responded to her many ways as she touched you. You pushed your ass against her front, your panties being the only thing separating her from touching your father down. She groaned again at this, as if your body subconsciously wanted her to fuck you. And once a small and barely audible whimper escaped from your lips, she lost it. Her head spun from the way you acted, forcing her to find ways to control herself from just pinning you down and having her way with you. She bit down on your lower neck, making you once again let out another noise of disturbance.

“So needy even when you’re sleeping… fuck, I can’t stand you,” she said quietly against your skin, biting her lip and moving her hand down your tummy and further to your center. Her fingers reached the band of your underwear, causing her to huff out in annoyance of it being there still. Being a little less gentle, she tugged it down and immediately cupped your cunt. It was kinda rough as she desperately wanted to feel you. Her fingers went through your folds, collecting your wetness. Then, she reached up to her lips to taste you as she put them in her mouth, sucking your arousal off. She moaned, and already in love with how you tasted she wanted more of it.

Her body moved down, removing the sheets off of you and her. The soft yellow glow from the light on your body mesmerized her as she positioned herself between your legs. Parting them, she bent down and put her arm underneath your thighs before having them in a tight hold with her hands gripping the smooth flesh there. Wanda looked up at your sleeping self, admiring your beauty as her lip quivered from need with your pussy just centimeters away from her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, gently licking up and between your folds, up your clit. Your body quickly began to stir, and your eyes were forced shut as you turned your head. Wanda stopped momentarily, waiting for you to settle.

Once you stopped moving, she started to move her tongue against you again. Switching between licking around your sensitive nub and entering your cunt with her tongue, she moaned at how sweet you were, making her hold on you tighter to the point where light bruises were to form. Another small whimper mixed with a moan left your mouth as Wanda hit a particular spot within you. Your hips jerked up, and this only caused her to move roughly against and in your pussy. “Mm, waited so long to make you mine…”

Now that she was lost in pleasuring you and herself, you began to wake up from the slight aggressive movements. Your eyes opened, squinting from the bright light beaming beside your face. Confused, you closed your eyes again before recognizing a feeling between your thighs. Wanda noticed you waking up, no longer caring and actually glad you were. As you looked down you saw her face covered in your wetness mixed with her own saliva. Your jaw dropped from both shock and pleasure as she continued moving her tongue in and out of your increasingly soaked center. “W-Wanda..?” You shakily spoke, reaching down to her head, only to be stopped as her hands took yours and pinned them down beside your thighs.

“Shh… just let mommy take you, okay?” She said, noticing the way your hips bucked up against her face from the name she used for herself. “You’ve been so bad, you know that? You know how upset you made me, leaving a mess outside… and hanging out with all your dumb little friends…” she said lowly against your pussy, the vibrations of her voice making you moan and tilt your head back. Her mind shifted back to previous days at the mention of your friends. “So fucking annoying, coming home with all those marks on you and from who huh? Do they fuck you better than me baby?”

The constant questions and use of cuss words turned you on further as you never had nor expected Wanda to talk to you like this. Your mind was still hazy too, from just waking up and the after effects of drinking too much. “No… no m-mommy no,” you gasped, dumbly shaking your head. Wanda moaned, hearing you say her preferred term and getting drunk off your sounds. Her grip on your hands were now even tighter matching yours as you got closer to your orgasm.

Your moaning got louder as well, somewhat worrying Wanda as she didn’t want this time with you ruined by your dad waking up. So letting go of one of your hands, she reached up and covered your mouth, the pressure being harsh. Your noises were only muffled sounds of pleasure, still arousing to hear to Wanda. “Shut up sweetie, you don’t want your father to hear you, do you?” She questions, smirking slightly as you shook your head no. She loved the way you looked down at her, your eyebrows furrowed with a look of desperation and slight fear for bringing up that fact that he was in the other room down the hall.

As you were on the edge of cumming, your free hand went down to Wanda’s hair, grasping the soft locks of brown hair like you’ve always wanted. Her tongue kept going and swirled around the clit once again, really pushing you towards releasing all over her face and specifically in her mouth. You whined against her palm, signaling to her that you needed to let go. “You gonna cum, princess? Cum all over mommy’s tongue?” She asks in a condescending tone, smiling to herself as you tried to respond under her hand. She let her hand fall for you to speak and beg her for permission.

“P-Please mommy, please I wanna cum,” you begged, whimpering as you tried to hold back before she said yes. The hold on her hair got tighter, causing her groan again. Tears grew at the corners of your eyes and Wanda couldn’t help but get more aroused at the sight.

“Mhm, go ahead baby…” Wanda replied, going at a faster and rougher pace, battling against the tiring and numb feeling in her muscle. You let go the second you hear her, moving and grinding your cunt against her to ride out the orgasm that’s making your entire body tremble. Louder and higher pitched sounds from your mouth escaped, causing Wanda to instead move back up your body and shut you up by kissing you, shoving her tongue in your mouth and making you taste your own arousal.

“Uh-huh, good girl… so good for me,” she whispered, parting form the kiss and settling beside you in the bed, pulling you in her arms in a tight comforting hold laying down. The praise made you weaker, and with her pampering you by wiping your tears away while gently petting your head, it made you lost in your mind. You panted against her chest and held onto her hand still securely. She waited for you to calm down a bit before speaking again.

“Shhhh… it’s ok, just go back to sleep dear,” Wanda said softly and moving her arms to wrap around you. She figured you were still tired, from both the orgasm and the alcohol. She right of course, and you found yourself becoming drowsy in her arms.

“Wanda…” you suddenly said sleepily, catching her attention with your stable voice. She looked down at you, still comfortingly rubbing your side. The tired look on your face showing absolutely no signs of a single thought in your head was adorable to her and she smiled while responding to you with a small “hm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad,” you mumbled timidly, looking away for a moment as there was a permanent blush. Wanda laughed softly at you, her hands now to your cheek to make you look at her.

“You’re so cute… just make it up to me tomorrow okay, and then maybe we can do something like this again,” She responded, a loving grin on her face with a light pink tint on her cheeks. You nodded slowly and smiled at her. Wanda then kissed your head, shushing you to sleep. And you listened, saying a small goodnight before quickly beginning to snore softly into her neck once you shut your heavy eyelids just for a couple seconds in her warm embrace.

Part 2(Getting Closer)

[under-the-dirt]

Can we get a fic where y/n & ghost , soap & gaz are in the living area drinking & prices plaything/gf storms out his room because "you were inside me & called out y/n name" like imagine the shock on the team's faces and price fumbling to explain himself I feel like this could be a couple parts.. 😭

ok first of all so so so so sorry it took forever to do this!! i’ve been struggling with quite a few things including depression and sexual harassment/assault and it’s been a lot!! a reminder, nobody request non-con!!! please i hate it sm. anyways, i was super excited to write this bc i’m a price gallie part two is right here! :3

pairing: price x gn!reader

tags: mentions of sex, military inaccuracies, price is so sexy, mentions of alcohol, masturbation, soap and reader r friends.. UNDER 13 DNI!!!!! I WILL BLOCK U!

It was a calmer day in the TaskForce, everyone back from their missions and just wanting to relax. What better way to do so than letting your worried drift away in an alcohol-fueled haze?

You sat on the couch in the common room, casually sipping some beer with the others. Gaz was telling some story about him and Soap’s mission. You were giggling and laughing, slight blush on your face as your 3rd bottle began to soak into you, clouding your brain. Price was sat in an armchair, manspreading as always, taking slow sips of his whiskey between drags of his cigar. You always found those habits sexy, albeit unhealthy but the way he blew the smoke towards your face when you giggled or made fun of him was just so hot..

Your fun was interrupted by a squeaky girl running into the room and grabbing Price’s shirt. He huffed and put his cigar and glass down, staring up at the fuming girl with confusion.

“What was that last night?!”She screams, practically an angry squeal, and John just shakes his head. “What do you mean?! Last night!”

“Can you stop yelling? I really can’t deal with it right now,” You say softly, slightly annoyed. This girl was the barracks bunny, everyone knew. She was a little whore, running room to room and projecting pornographic moans across the base. All of you hated her, except for those desperate for a quick fleshlight, no strings attached.

“Oh so this is her?” The woman yells, turning to you and grabbing your shirt, pulling you up and onto the floor. You spill your beer on your shirt and sigh.

“Shit- That was the last good one.”

The woman climbs on top of you and slaps you, and price quickly grabs her and pulls her away. He helps you up and stands in front of you.

“What the hell was tha’?!” He yells, staring down at the woman.

“Last night you said her name, not mine!” She yells squeakily, glaring at him.

“So? You’re jus’ a lil’ whore, no strings attached, thas’ right?”

“B-but- You went to me so often!!”

“No strings attached,” He growls, pointing to door for her to leave. She huffs and pouts, running off with her tail between her legs. “I’m sorry, love,” John coos, walking off and grabbing a towel to clean your shirt. He sighs, walking back to you and handing you the towel.

“No use, that bottle was practically full,” You say, taking off your shirt and cleaning the beer off your wet chest. Price gapes for a moment before returning to his seat and taking a long drag of his cigar. After cleaning yourself up, you plop back down onto a clean part of the couch.

“So.. Cap’n, you wanna explain t’ us wha’ your pre’y plaything was talkin’ about?” Soap asks, a confident smirk on his face. Price blushes and clears his throat, feeling like a little schoolgirl.

“She’s just talkin’ crazy,” He chuckles. “Welp, I’m gonna hit the hay..” He pats his knees as he hops up and walks out, and Soap stares at you.

“Suspicious?” You ask, meeting his gaze.

“Suspicious,” He confirms, and you laugh, hopping up to go to bed as well. You grab your wet shirt and head off to your room.

In your bed, all you could think about was what she said.. Does Price think about you? Does he finish to the thought of you? The thought invoked a familiar warmth between your legs, which you had no choice but to indulge, moaning Price’s name softly…

okay ermmmmmmmm i might turn this into a little series 🤑 ty ty ty anon and tysm for your patience!! it took a while to convince myself to write this <33 also super sorryz that this one’s extra short i have no motivation to write longer but i’ll work on it <3

[wlfhrdlover]

Hi

I love your ajax fics 😍 💗 💓

Could you do one where ajax and the reader are dating and the reader never been drunk

Rowan suggests she should losen up and take a few shots , he gets her properly drunk and yoko calls ajax to help take care of her and when ajax finds out rowan got her drunk he goes up to him and slaps him our of his chair and then takes care of the reader and its very Fluffy?

i'm starting to suspect that y'all hate rowan and love to see ajax punching someone, this makes me giggle.

I feel like that this is really bad but I hope you like it </3

DRUNK

protective!Ajax Petropolus x gn!reader

summary: when you finally accept the invite to one of your friend's parties but it didn't really go well.

WARNINGS! spiking drinks, kinda of violent, asshole!Rowan, steamy make outs, vomiting and fluffiness.

But after she begged you to go, you finally gave in, it was a one time thing and your boyfriend would be there along with other friends, it wouldn't be that bad.

Right?

Right?

— My love, you don't really have to go, seriously, it's not like I don't want you to go, but I know that you're not the loud crowd person- Ajax whispered while combing your hair.

— It will be okay Jax and I have you, I'll be fine- you smiled to him and he sighed pecking your lips.

— Whatever you say my love- he smiled and took his jacket, throwing it over your shoulders- Are you really sure?- he asked and you laughed.

— Yeah Jax! I'm sure, just don't leave my side and I'll be okay- you kissed his lips and he hugged your waist.

— Okay, but if you feel overwhelmed...- you interrupt him with another kiss.

— I'll ask to leave, I promise- you said and he nodded.

When you two showed up in the party, it was really a surprise, not the Ajax part but you, Yoko knew you agreed but didn't had sure that you were actually going.

— Y/N! YOU REALLY CAME!- Enid jumped her way to you and hugged your neck.

— Enid, do you have something non alcoholic?- Ajax asked and you smiled thankfully, you really hated drinking.

— Yeah! Yoko thought that if you showed up you wouldn't want to drink, come on!- she dragged the two to the kitchen.

You put down your cup and Ajax pulled you to his lap, his arm around your waist as he talked to his friends, the boy would pull you into a kiss whenever the guys stopped talking to him, making you giggle with his affection.

— Y/N! AJAX!- Rowan approached you two with red cups- Want something to drink?- he smiled and you could notice that he was really drunk.

— Thanks Rowan, but I'll stay with my grape juice, I don't like the taste of alcohol- you politely said and you could feel Ajax's glares at the boy.

— Yeah, I'm good too- Ajax smiled sarcastically while pulling you closer.

— Oh come on, you guys are no fun, it's a party! Drink!- he exclaimed and shoved the drinks in your faces, Ajax rolled his eyes and pushed the cups away.

— They said no, Rowan, just go!- your boyfriend said and Rowan shrugged walking away.

— Thanks baby- you said and he kissed your cheek.

— No worries my love, Rowan is really annoying when he is drunk- he said and you laughed kissing his lips.

Ajax pulled you into a more quiet part of the place, kissing you lovingly, your hands on his neck as you could feel his snakes nibbling at your skin, he left a trail of sloppy kisses from your mouth to your neck, unfortunately your moment were ruined when one of his friends interrupted.

— Yo! Ajax, wanna smoke?- he asked and Ajax groaned but you knew he wanted to go, he was holding back to stay with you and you didn't wanted him to do that.

— You can go baby- you whispered and pecked the pout on his lips.

— I don't want to leave you alone though- he muttered and you smiled with his worry.

— I'll try to find the girls, don't worry- he kissed you one last time.

— I promise I'll be quick, call me if you need something- he kissed your head and went to go smoke.

You decided to find Yoko, blending in the middle of the people, you found the vampire dancing with Divina but before you could reach her, someone held you back.

— What's up Y/N?- Rowan.

— Hey Rowan, need something?- you asked.

— Yeah, you need to loosen up! Come on, it's not that bad!- he shoved the cup on your face.

— Really Rowan, I don't like the taste of it- you sighed and pushed him away, walking to the kitchen, you took a clean cup and filled it with grape juice that wasn't spiked, Enid threatened to pull the 'Wednesday card' if someone spiked the only thing you drank.

— It doesn't taste like alcohol though, come on, just a sip!- he insisted and you rolled your eyes taking the cup, you took a small sip and it already burned your throat.

You coughed while Rowan laughed loudly.

— It's good, isn't it?- he asked and you immediately gulped down the juice.

— No, it's horrible!- you groaned and looked around, you lost Yoko again and Enid or Bianca were nowhere to be seen.

Sighing, you walked to the couches and sat down, Rowan sat on your side.

— I'll keep you company while Ajax is smoking- he shrugged and you nodded, your worst mistake was leaving your cup on the table while you scrolled through your socials.

Rowan looked around and took the chance that you were distracted to pour some of his drink inside of your cup, an amount that you wouldn't notice at first.

He smirked when you drank the 'grape juice'.

Rowan conquered to shove down some more drinks in your system and adding the times he added more and more alcohol on your cup without you noticing, you were starting o feel lightheaded and your vision was getting distorted.

— Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom- you muttered and when you got up, you almost fell.

Luckily, Kent was passing by with Yoko and he quickly nudged her and pointed at you.

— Holy shit, Ajax is going to kill me!- Yoko made her way to you- Y/N, are you okay?- she asked worriedly and you looked at her with a little smile.

— Yeah, did you know that I love Ajax? He is so pretty- you babbled and she looked at Kent panicked, you tried to walk but tripped on your own feet, Kent held you so you didn't fall- Oh hi Ken! You're a gentleman but I really love Jaxy- you chuckled and Yoko's eyes darted to Rowan, who was looking away.

Then, she noticed your cup, she took it and saw that was the grape juice she left for you, but when she pulled it close she could smell the strong scent of alcohol inside of it.

— ROWAN YOU FUCKING SPIKED Y/N'S DRINK?- she shouted madly and Kent were trying to keep you stead but the moment you got up all the alcohol went right into your head, so it was kinda hard.

Since it was your first time drinking, it really hit you hard, so even if it appeared a small amount, your body wasn't used to that, being easy to get drunk in minutes.

— Kent, can you watch her? I need to find Ajax- Yoko begged and the siren nodded.

— Yeah, I'll go back to the girls- he said and easily picked you up, you giggled.

— Weee- you said and Kent laughed, making his way to the couch where your friends were.

— Oh my God- Enid panicked- Ajax is going to kill us- she widened her eyes.

— AJAX!- Yoko shouted and the boy looked at her- Rowan got Y/N drunk- she said and the boy's eyes almost jumped out of his skull.

— WHAT? YOKO!- he threw the joint away and ran back inside, his eyes quickly found Rowan and Ajax was furious.

Rowan couldn't even think before Ajax's fist found his face, the boy falling off the couch.

— DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS A NO ROWAN? STUPID ASSHOLE- he shouted because of the loud music, Rowan tried to find his inhaler, but Ajax was so mad that he kicked the inhaler away, quickly trying to find you- I swear to God, I'll fucking kill him if I don't distract my mind- he groaned to himself.

Ajax finally spotted you laughing with a worried Bianca, he ran to you and finally breathed.

— AJAX! I'M SO SORRY!- Enid panicked.

— Jax? Jaxy!!- you got up but tripped again, he held you against his chest, your arms slumped around his neck.

— Oh Jesus love, what the fuck did you drink?- he asked worried.

— Rowan spiked her juice- Yoko said and all of them widened their eyes- They really hate alcohol, I don't think they would drink it so freely, principally coming from Rowan, maybe a sip or two but not to get in... this state- Yoko sighed- You should go, it's their first time getting drunk- she said and Ajax didn't thought twice before picking you up, you laughed trying to kiss his cheek but poorly missing it.

— Yeah, someone please kill Rowan for me before I do it myself- Ajax muttered and walked out of the party.

— Are you mad Jaxy?- you pouted, the alcohol finally starting to wash off your system.

— Not at you my love- he whispered and opened the door to his room- Do you want some help?- he took off his jacket and you nodded.

Ajax helped you but always turning his head to not look at your body, he felt bad looking right now.

— Jax- you whispered poking his waist, he hummed and looked at you.

— Yes my love?- he asked and you kneeled on the bed, kissing his lips, he chuckled- Love, as much as I love you, I really don't want to kiss you while you're drunk, I feel bad- he whispered and kissed your forehead instead.

— You're so pretty, so, so pretty- you hugged his neck and he gently pulled you to lay down with him, he didn't cared about his clothes, the only thing on his mind was you.

— You're way more pretty than me- he whispered and caressed your head and you started to get sleepy.

— I love you- you muttered yawning.

— I love you more- he said and it wasn't long until you were completely knocked out on his chest.

When you woke up, your head was screaming, the light made it worse and your limbs were aching, you were wasted.

— Hey love, good morning- Ajax voice echoed in your head and you groaned shoving your face back on his chest, he chuckled- I can close the windows for you- he whispered.

— Just stay- you muttered and he hugged your body, trying to cover your face from the light, his fingers brushing your hair, slowly the headache were starting to get bearable.

— You need to drink water love- he said but before you could even reply, you felt the hot and sour liquid crawling up your throat.

You ran to the bathroom and soon Ajax was by your side, rubbing your back.

— I got drunk?- you whispered and he nodded with a sad smile on his face- Did I do something?- you panicked and he chuckled shaking his head.

— No, don't worry, Kent and Yoko found you in time- he whispered and you sighed, he helped you to brush your teeth, taking a cup of cold water and some painkillers.

— I feel horrible- you muttered and he hugged your waist.

— It was your first time drinking, it is pretty bad- he whispered.

— I don't remember anything, I swear I was drinking grape juice- you said and Ajax's jaw clenched, his fist closing but he calmed down.

— Rowan spiked your drink, he probably kept filling it up with alcohol until you didn't noticed anymore- he said and you opened your mouth.

— Oh- it was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

— Don't worry about it though, I'm sorry for not being there even though I promised to- he said and you immediately shake your head.

— No, it's not your fault, I was distracted too, you need to have your fun baby and Rowan was really a jerk for doing it, but this is not your fault, I love you- you said and he smiled kissing your lips- But I'm never going to a party again- you two laughed.

— I'll keep that in mind my love- he hugged you tightly.

You loved your boyfriend.

[up-in-space-reading]

Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 3: Walks in the Cold

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 3648

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: I'm sorry this chapter is entirely based around a party but SPOILER there's non-text writing!!! so get excited babes, its heating up now.

Jimmy Jabbers

[02:29pm, Tuesday]

Pineapples: how do they dig graves?? Pineapples: at this point in time they cant use shovels anymore thats insane Pineapples: but a whole excavator in a graveyard seems risky bc what if they hit a headstone

RoRo: they get like 10 dogs in

Queen G: what if they still use shovels tho?

Four Eyes: They do get excavators in; it does look a little bit weird but there’s not really any other efficient way to dig a grave Four Eyes: 1 image attachment

Pineapples: if anyone sees me laughing at the grave digger machine no u don’t

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:32pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: amy r u awake?

Cameron: Yeah, why?

Ferris: idk im just worried

Cameron: About what?

Ferris: what if i dont finish all the assignments in time for break Ferris: i dont wanna be kicked out

Cameron: Firstly, they don’t kick you out. You just don’t pass those classes and have to retake them (or drop out, of your own free will) Cameron: Secondly, we’re going to get them finished. You’ve been working hard and I am sure they’ll all be done in time for winter break

Ferris: but what if they arent???

Cameron: What if we put some stakes on it?

Ferris: theres already stakes

Cameron: Stakes that you’ll enjoy a lot more than an existential crisis

Ferris: im listening

Cameron: If you finish all of the assignments in time for winter break I will go to Terry’s annual New Years party AND match you drink for drink. If you don’t finish them, you have to jump in the fountain in the courtyard

Ferris: ur literally a genius Ferris: i do not want to jump in that fountain and i absolutely want you to go to that party

Cameron: I’ve not been to his New Years parties and for good reason

Ferris: you better start dress shopping then ames because this is ur year

Cameron: Part of me hopes so

Ferris: ill let u sleep now Ferris: gn

Cameron: Goodnight, Jake

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:30pm, Thursday]

Pineapples: amy and i are in the library if anyone wants to join

RoRo: what are u doing in the library?

Pineapples: studying duh

Mr Grapes: on my way now!

Pineapples: see u!

Queen G: our school has a library??

RoRo: why wouldn’t it??

Queen G: because theyre boring

Four Eyes: I take offense to that

Queen G: of course u do

-

Dance Squad

[4:40pm, Thursday]

Scary: so charles, now that you’re in the presence of them Scary: how close are you to winning this bet because by my calculations you’ve got about three days

G-Hive: oh damn! rosa coming in hot with the trash talk

Charlese: I will not give up hope yet, three more days is enough

Scary: with the way they are now three days is nowhere near enough Scary: gina how are you feeling?

G-Hive: as confident as ever <3

Scary: i admire that

-

[11:59pm, Sunday]

G-Hive: and its a tough loss for charles on this fine evening

Scary: knew it

Charlese: alright alright I get it Charlese: severe underestimation but in my defence they should’ve gotten together over a year ago

G-Hive: no they shouldnt have

Scary: so g, its just you and me left

G-Hive: if we’re being fair then charles does have a grace period before its closer to your guess than his but my calculations dont swing in charles favour

Scary: tough break charles Scary: maybe next time

Charlese: crying my self to sleep tonight Charlese: gonna start bugging Jake about his feelings for Amy

G-Hive: violation of the rules!!! G-Hive: no meddling G-Hive: ur such a meddler

Scary: no interference or else

Charlese: got it got it, no interference

-

Sexy Bitches

[10:34am, Tuesday]

Ter Bear: Hey Gina, just giving you a heads up that Liam is having a thing for his birthday at his place this Saturday

Sexy: seriously?! Sexy: thank u for the heads up

Ter Bear: And don’t tell them I told you but if you cozy up enough to him, he might let you DJ Ter Bear: He’s seen the playlist and didn’t mind it

Sexy: I LOVE U TERRY Sexy: i owe you big time

Ter Bear: You always owe me, I’m good to you guys

Sexy: you really are

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[10:39am, Tuesday]

Queen G: i have just received some amazing news!

Pineapples: can i guess! terry is having a party

Queen G: yes!

Pineapples: well technically its his friend liam Pineapples: its his bday Pineapples: terry text me too lol

Queen G: but i bet he didnt mention that im gonna DJ!!

Pineapples: NO HE DIDN’T

Four Eyes: That’s great news, Gina, congrats. I’ll be there to listen to your amazing playlist

RoRo: me too

Mr Grapes: finally someone who will listen to my requests!

Queen G: if ur request is not from a musical and from the last 2 years then i might consider it

Mr Grapes: best party ever already

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:45am, Tuesday]

Ferris: u gonna be alright with a party?

Cameron: Yeah of course, as long as I get at least three drinks in me haha

Ferris: thats the spirit ames!

-

Sleuth Sisters

[10:47am, Tuesday]

Amy: Does Jake have a nickname for you?

Rosa: no

-

Girls, Girls, Girls

[02:16pm, Saturday]

Gina: when r u guys gonna be at mine?

Rosa: closer to when we have to leave

Amy: I’ve got some work I need to finish up, lets say around 7-7:30?

Gina: it doesnt even surprise me that u guys dont take more than 2 hours to get ready Gina: we’re leaving at 9 and u guys are getting here at 5 at the LATEST

Rosa: only if I can pregame

Gina: of course u can

Amy: Yeah sure, I’ll be there at 5

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:19pm, Saturday]

Cameron: Has Gina always taken multiple hours to get ready to go out or is it just a development in college?

Ferris: hahahaha oh no Ferris: shes always been like that Ferris: ever since she discovered makeup and curling irons

Cameron: That makes sense haha Cameron: She’s making Rosa and I be at hers at 5pm at the latest to start getting ready for tonight

Ferris: arent we leaving at 9??

Cameron: Yep!

Ferris: oh amy… Ferris: hahaha Ferris: itll be fun tho

Cameron: Yeah it will be

-

[07:18pm, Saturday]

Cameron: She has a curling iron so close to my scalp right now, help me

Ferris: hahahaha sorry ames ur on ur own

Cameron: You’re the worst!

Ferris: if i had to get my hair braided when i was 11 then u have to get ur hair curled now

Cameron: That is an amazing piece of information that you have willingly given up, thank you so much

Ferris: amy no Ferris: what r u doing Ferris: ur not telling rosa right?? Ferris: amy please Ferris: i thought we were friends

-

Bi Besties

[07:23pm, Saturday]

Dagger: HAHAHAHAHAHA

El Baboso: shut up

Dagger: I bet you looked so cute with your braids too

El Baboso: of course i did!

Dagger: HAHAHAHAHAAKAJDJKSD

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[07:24pm, Saturday]

Ferris: youll pay for this

Cameron: Uh huh, sure I will haha

-

[09:12pm, Saturday]

Cameron: Gina is finally ready, how are you and Charles going?

Ferris: charles and i are on our way to the party already.. Ferris: sorry

Cameron: That’s okay! We’ll meet you there

Ferris: see you there!!!!

-

The walk to Terry’s was cold but the bottle of gin that the three of them were passing between each other helped warm Amy’s insides. She was feeling angry that Gina had talked her into wearing a dress and envious of Rosa’s warm and comfortable looking leather pants.

“Longest 10-minute walk of my life” Rosa said grumpily, arms crossed in front of her.

“Two more minutes and we’re there” Amy reassured Rosa (and herself).

“Its cold but its also party time! Let’s get excited ladies, we look hot and I’m DJ-ing, the night is young and I have a good feeling” Gina proclaimed into the night, making Amy laugh.

“You’re right, its gonna be a good night” Amy agreed, and she even saw Rosa crack a smile out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, they arrived at Terry’s and the place was already pumping, the music loud and coloured lights glowing in the windows. The first thing Amy registered upon entering the house was the amount of people moving around; walking from somewhere to get somewhere else, dancing to the music, or talking loudly to each other. If it weren’t for the gin on the journey over she’d be overwhelmed immediately, but her senses were dulled and the warmth promised by the alcohol was finally blossoming in her stomach.

She was feeling good as the three of them made their way through the house to the kitchen where they found Jake and Charles laughing about something. Charles lit up upon seeing them and it made Jake turn around, he looked happy to see them before his eyes landed on Amy. He froze, quickly looking her up and down before continuing with a loud greeting and offer of drinks.

Gina took a few swigs of the remaining gin and said she was going to find the speaker system and get the music really going.

“There’s four of us left!” Jake yelled over the music, Amy gave him a confused stare in response, “Its time for beer pong!”

Amy was immediately on board, as was Rosa. Charles needed some convincing, and after a hype speech from Jake and gathering all the cups they could find they were setting up beer pong on the dining table. A small crowd had begun to gather as they were setting up, raising the pressure to a level Amy thrived on.

The four of them gathered next to the table to discuss the terms; losing team gives $40 to the winning team.

“Looking forward to my $20, lunch is on me next Tuesday” Amy teased Jake as he always asked to get lunch during their study sessions.

“It will be on you, because you’ll be giving me $20” He responded smugly.

“In your dreams” Amy scoffed before they made their way to their assigned sides of the table.

Amy and Rosa were given first throw, a decision Jake and Charles would quickly grow to regret. The game was full of trash talking and celebration dances. Charles gagged on the cup Rosa secretly filled with vodka which made even Jake laugh despite the loss of a cup.

After intense back and forth, and the crowd growing increasingly invested in the outcome of the game, both teams were down to one cup each. But after the number of drinks, it was difficult for both teams to aim properly.

It was Charles and Jake’s turn, Amy was nervous and watching Jake intently, hoping to psych him out. Just as he was leaning his arm back to throw, Amy tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. The small action was enough to make Jake falter for a moment and his throw was off, Amy and Rosa (and the half of the crowd rooting for them) cheered.

Finally, it was their turn again, Amy volunteered to go first. She took a deep breath as she bent her arm back and lined up her throw, everyone waited with bated breath to see if this was the one. The pressure and tension gave her an odd sense of calm, she threw the ball as calm as ever and it landed right in the cup. The crowd erupted into cheers as Amy and Rosa celebrated with cheers of their own as well as high fives and fist bumps.

Jake and Charles hung their heads, Jake volunteered to take the last cup for Charles who looked grateful. After their celebrations had finished Amy revelled in Jake chugging the last cup and trudging over her to give her the money owed. She heard Charles say something about paying Rosa tomorrow and Rosa threatening that she’ll remember.

“Here you go, Ames, a well deserved twenty bucks” He handed a $20 note over to her.

Amy took it happily and tucked it into her bra, Jakes eyes followed her hands the whole time.

“Thank you very much”

Jake nodded to signify a ‘you’re welcome’ before Amy continued.

“I’m gonna ask Gina to put on a victory song!” She laughed, and Jake laughed with her.

“I’ll come with!” He yelled over the music which suddenly got louder.

They both journeyed through the house to find where the music system was. Gina was standing behind a table with who Amy assumed was an actual DJ, they were both bopping their heads along to the music and pointing to something on Gina’s phone.

Amy pushed her way through the crowd with Jake in tow in the direction of the table. Once there Jake gestured for Gina to lean in close, and so she moved so that she was leaning across the table with her face close to Amy and Jake’s.

“Rosa and I won beer pong, we need a victory song!” Amy yelled, hoping Gina could hear her.

Based on the satisfied smile that graced Gina’s face she did hear.

“I told you tonight was gonna be good!” She stood back up properly and began looking through her phone once again with the DJ.

Amy couldn’t help but smile because Gina was right. Jake then jerked his head towards the makeshift dance floor and Amy nodded in response. The two of them moved away from the table a little bit and began moving to the music.

The song changed to what Amy assumed was the victory song and it got her blood pumping, she wasn’t thinking about how she was dancing she was just moving the way she felt like it. Jake seemed to be doing the same thing, taking the loss incredibly well.

The lights got dimmer, the various colours now being the primary light source in the room. Someone bumped into Amy, she stumbled into Jake who caught her and held onto her arms. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay and she nodded in response before continuing to dance, now closer to Jake.

He kept one hand on her arm before sliding it down to hold her hand, he lifted their arms up in the air for her to spin under. Amy spun around while giggling, once she was done he let go and a part of her was disappointed.

They continued to dance for so long Amy lost track of time and how many songs they had danced to, Jake knowing every word to all of them and her knowing some. The dance floor had become more crowded as the night went on, her and Jake had been slowly bumped closer to one another, now standing just inches apart.

Amy’s brain was foggy but she managed to hold onto various thoughts of how nice Jake’s arms looked in his shirt, and how thirsty she was getting after all the singing and dancing. She leaned close to Jake’s ear.

“I’m gonna get a drink!” She told him.

He nodded in confirmation and mouthed what Amy assumed was ‘I’ll come too’. Amy turned around and started shoving through the crowd, wondering if it was Jake who had his hand on the small of her back or some creep. A quick look behind her showed that her intuition was correct, Jake following closely behind with a hand on her back sending a tingling feeling up and down her spine.

These were all feelings Amy decided to unpack tomorrow, or the day after, or never.

Once they were in the kitchen Amy raided the fridge and found some bottles of water, handing one to Jake. He opened his and chugged half of it in one go while she wrestled with the lid of hers still.

“Can you open it for me, please?” She held out her bottle of water, looking slightly defeated.

“Sure” He smiled and grabbed the bottle off her.

He opened it with ease and Amy’s eyes widened slightly, she hoped Jake didn’t notice as she quickly took the bottle back from him and took a few mouthfuls. It cooled her down and she was finally able to think properly, asking Jake what the time was.

At almost 1 in the morning, she was debating on going home or staying for a bit longer, voicing this debate to Jake standing across from her, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You can’t walk home by yourself Ames” He countered.

“I can’t force Gina and Rosa to leave, I actually think Gina is gonna be here forever” She joked, Jake laughed with her.

“How about, three more songs and then I’ll walk you home” He offered, and Amy had to admit it wasn’t a bad deal. She was concerned about walking home alone.

“You’re sure you want to leave?” She asked, not wanting to inconvenience him.

“Yeah. Charles is off with a girl – texted me like 20 minutes ago – and like you said, Rosa and Gina are gonna be here forever. I’m almost ready for bed” He reasoned, and Amy couldn’t say no.

“Alright then, three more songs” She agreed with a smile, having another mouthful of water and turning to make her way back to the dance floor.

Jake once again followed close behind, not touching her this time Amy noted. They found a small empty spot on the dance floor and resumed their dancing as if the small break hadn’t happened. The two of them were once again just inches apart and Amy took note of it immediately this time.

She felt heat in her cheeks at this note and thought about it the whole time they danced to the first song, then the second song came on and Amy couldn’t ignore an ABBA remix. Both her and Jake sang every word loudly with wide smiles on their faces, gesturing and throwing their hands in the air when they felt appropriate.

If someone were to ask Amy she’d say it was the most fun she’s had at a party in a long time.

Finally, as the third song faded out and a new one began, Jake gestured his head towards the front door and Amy nodded in agreement. She quickly got her small bag from where she’d safely stashed it near Gina and followed Jake out of the house.

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:07am, Sunday]

Pineapples: amy and i leaving Pineapples: have fun party animals

-

The cool air and quietness of being out of the house was almost jarring to Amy’s senses. They walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence, but it wasn’t long until the cold got to Amy and she began shivering, arms wrapped around herself.

“You look cold, here” Jake stopped to take his leather jacket off.

“You don’t have to-“ Amy began before being cut off by him.

“I do, what are friends for”

She let out a small laugh and looked at the ground for a moment, trying to hide the heat spreading in her cheeks despite the cold. He held the jacket out for her and she accepted it happily, putting it on and crossing her arms in front of her to keep the front closed.

“Thanks” She said quietly.

“That’s okay”

They continued the walk this time talking about the party, specifically the beer pong match, recounting the highlights and lowlights of the game with a lot of laughter in between. Amy found herself not wanting the walk to end, despite how cold, tired and tipsy she was.

Finally, they reached a divergence in the path and Amy expected Jake to go the opposite direction to her towards his dorm but he continued walking by her side.

“Isn’t your dorm that way?” She interrupted his sentence and pointed to the left.

“I said I’d walk you home, I’m a man of my word Ames”

“Oh.. okay then” She accepted without argument and continued walking to her dorm with Jake by her side.

It was only when they were right outside the building doors did Jake feel comfortable leaving her, confident she could get to her dorm by herself, a comment he said which made her laugh. They said a quick goodbye and Amy watched Jake walk away for a moment before turning and entering the doors of the building.

She took the elevator up to her floor, only realising when the doors closed and she saw a blur of her reflection that she was still wearing Jake’s jacket. It was too late to go after him now, she’ll probably see him tomorrow and if not tomorrow then Monday at the latest to give it back to him.

Once in her dorm she sighed heavily, ready to take her makeup off and put on comfy pyjamas as the exhaustion began to weigh down on her. She got unready as quick as she could, hanging Jake’s jacket over the back of her desk chair, and climbed into bed.

When she was comfy she got her phone off the bedside table to check her messages one last time before what she predicted would be at least a 10 hour sleep.

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:28am, Sunday]

Queen G: ugh some guys started to yell at each other Queen G: rosa and i made a quick getaway

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[01:32am, Sunday]

Cameron: I assume you made it back to your dorm alright?

Ferris: i was brutally murdered as soon as u went into ur building actually

Cameron: Damn… Cameron: Now who will I annihilate at beer pong..

Ferris: IM DEAD AND UR WORRIED ABOUT THAT???

Cameron: Hahahaha Cameron: Goodnight, jake

Ferris: gn ames

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: EEEK!! I am excited on their behalf because w h a t will amy be thinking tomorrow???? i sure hope these dummies start to figure it out soon mwahaha

Thanks as always for reading, next chap will be out whenever I can get it out <3

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Ran 20th Birthday 4* Card Story

cw: drinking, getting drunk

chapter 1 -starless hallway-

ran: Nee-chaaaan!

saki: Good work today, Ran-san.

ran: Hey hey, are ya free after this?

saki: I don’t have anything big lined up no… how come?

ran: It’s actually my birthday today, I’m 20!

saki: Oh wow, happy birthday!

ran: Thank ya! So ya see I was hopin’ to invite ya out on a date with me.

saki: A d-date!?

ran: There’s a store I’ve always been wantin’ to go to once I finally turned twenty. It would be lonely if I went all by myself, so please, Nee-chan!

saki: What kind of store is it?

ran: It’s a somewhat fancy lookin’ bar. Ah, it sells non-alcoholic drinks too don’t worry. So ya don’t have to drink with me if ya don’t wanna, I just wanna spend my birthday together with ya.

saki: I see, then if it’s alright with you I’d love to come along.

ran: Yay!

-ran runs really close and tugs at saki’s hand-

ran: Then let’s head over there right now! This way, this way!

saki: Wah, Ran-san! I’ll follow you either way so you don’t need to pull on my hand!

-time pass, alleyway, night time-

saki: (For some reason we seem to be heading really deep into this dark and narrow alley….?)

saki: U-um, Ran-san, are we going to the bar?

ran: Yep~ 

saki: Are you… sure this path is the right way?

ran: Yep yep. It’s a place I really like, so look forward to it!

-

chapter 2 -fancy bar-

ran: We’re here~ Ta-daa!

saki: To think there was a store like this in that scary back alley.

ran: It’s pretty nice ain’t it?

saki: Hm…? It looks like we’re the only customers here right now.

ran: Heheh, I wanted to celebrate just the two of us, so I reserved the whole place out!

saki: You reserved the whole bar!?

ran: I asked the owner since this is a special occasion y’know. Once I told him that I wanted to celebrate becomin’ a legal adult he gave the ok. The owner here’s an acquaintance of mine, so don’t stress.

saki: You said it was ‘a store you wanted to visit’, so I had assumed it was somewhere you hadn’t been to before…

ran: It’s true though. I’ve never come here as a customer before. Anyways let’s not sweat the details, today’s my treat so go ahead n’ order whatever ya like! Bartender, gimme ya strongest drink!

saki: Wait what!? Ran-san, I don’t think it’s a good idea to start off with something like that—

ran: What? I’m an adult now, this much should be nothing. Alrightly, let’s cheers~!

-cg

ran: Nn~! This is my first time trying a tequila shot but it tastes pretty good~ It burns ya throat on the way down but I could keep drinkin’ ‘em no problem.

saki: Tequila has a high alcohol content, so it’s probably best not to have too many…

ran: It’s fine. I got salt to lick beforehand n’ a lime to nibble on afterwards.

saki: (That wasn’t what I meant the problem was…)

ran: Bartender, gimme another shot please!

-time pass-

ran: ……….Strange.

saki: Hm?

ran: I asked for somethin’ strong yet I ain’t feelin’ tipsy at ALL. The hecks goin’ on!? The scene was meant to be me getting all drunk n’ happy to the point Nee-chan schemes to take me back home with her!

saki: Schemes!? I wouldn’t do that! I swear it!

ran: I don’t understaaaand! (he bounces up and down) 

ran: Oi, Bartender! Is this water ya gave me, do ya not have anythin’ stronger!?

saki: (Is he drunk or not… I can’t tell!?)

ran: Godammit~ Is this the world tellin’ me I should jus’ be satisfied with the fact I got ta have ya all to myself for a while?….

saki: R-ran-san?

ran (frowning): ….Nee-chan. Are ya happy that I’m twenty? Will ya congratulate me?

saki: Of course, I’ll say it again then. Happy birthday, Ran-san.

ran (happy smile): Okie.

ran: Thank ya, I’ve gotten my energy back now! Allllrighty, let’s keep eatin’ and drinkin’ to our hearts content! An’ then, I’ll be countin’ on ya once I really do get drunk!

—end

*Twenty is the legal drinking age in Japan.

*This card came out in July 2021, so before other cards that feature ran drinking

*Nee-chan - ran’s nickname for saki meaning big sister, it can also be used to refer to young women 

[soobibabe]

espresso - kim mingyu

pairings: kim mingyu + reader trope: friends to lovers genre ▸ romantic comedy (including smut) wc: 4.2k warnings: 'unprotected' sex (shes on the pill tho) , oral [m + f receiving], fingering, choking, lots of praise and pet names, creampie, v. squirting. lmk if I miss any.

[August 2nd, 2023]

mingyu: r u still comin'? you: mhmm there was traffic near the apartment when you called, I'm like a street away now mingyu: k I'll have them wait for you then :P n hurry, I miss u

It's been so long since you last met the friend group that you're nervous to walk in. You've known these guys since highschool through mingyu, but since enrolling into uni, you just haven't found the time to meet up.

Of course, you see mingyu the most frequently, you attend the SNU together after all.

Alas, the nerves were for nothing. When you walk in, you're greeted by ecstatic cheers. Your name is called out as soon as you're spotted by soonyoung. "Come hereeee, you're all grown up now" his eyes beam as he stares at you walking toward the circle they form in the living room, he seems tipsy already.

"Soonieee i missed you" hugging him as soon as you come into contact. "Yah quit hogging her" chan complains.

"Ignore them both, they're half bottle of soju away from total drunkenness, let's get you comfortable, yeah?" Dokyeom pulls you away from their cling on you. "What do you wanna drink? doesn't have to be alcohol if you're not into that, but we warned we were just discussing a drinking game"

God, you missed this.

"Just water, but drinking game? I'd love to join, but y'know my tolerance is practically non-existent."

"That's okay, you can just watch, but—" Before Dokyeom could elaborate, Mingyu joins you in the kitchen and answers for him.

"Well, y'know we used to play truth/dare or drink, right? DK suggested we play again for old time's sake." You don't quite notice when minghao walks in, so you're a little startled at first when another voice echos through the room calling your name. "I missed you, its been so long" he goes to pull you into an embrace but Mingyu grabs your wrist to go join the others at the circle. "Missed you- too- hao-" you're cut off by mingyu's fast pace. So fast that you miss the glare the two exchange, minghao being the only one with a smirk plastered across his face.

DK follows into the living room, holding a tray of shot glasses and alcohol. "So, who's first?"

The guys take turns giving each other ridiculous dares, ranging from posting videos of themselves twerking on their Instagram stories (dk our megan-kneed king) to speaking Korean in an American accent for the rest of the game.

When it's Minghao's turn to ask, he targets mingyu. "I dare you... to call the girl you like and confess exactly how you feel to her" its the first 'serious' one of the night.

In all honesty, it caught you the most off guard. Watching mingyu genuinely hesitate for a second, until he devours his shot in one go. Since when was he seeing someone.

The men go at it for a few more rounds, then switch over to video games when wonwoo finally arrives. He'd been at his internship all day. This was the most fun you'd had in years, but you can't help but have the mingyu thing linger in your head. You're best friends, why wouldn't he tell you about this..?

Later that night, after everyone else had left or crashed on the couch/ living room floor, you and Mingyu find yourselves sitting on the porch of his room. The cool night air and the soft hum of the city make for a perfect backdrop to your thoughts.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked someone?" you ask, trying to sound casual but feeling a pang of something you can't quite identify.

Mingyu looks at you, his expression unreadable. "It's complicated."

"Complicated how? We're best friends, Mingyu. You can tell me anything," you insist. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing. it's all nothing, don't worry about it". You're defeated, dropping the topic completely. "Anywho, it's late I should get goin-" A larger, warm hand grasps your wrist once more, causing you to lose your train of thought. The touch was unexpected, but he's still so gentle.

"Don't go." minguys brown orbs bore into yours, looking at you with sincere concern "It's past twelve, you shouldn't be driving alone." "It's okay gyu, I'll be fine". He uses his grip on your hand to pull you closer. "Please don't do". His pleas make your breath hitch. You're used to his alcohol-induced clinginess, but the way your heart races right now is far from typical.

The tension between your bodies causes your cheeks to overheat, why did he have to be so pretty.

You grab Mingyu's leftover soju off the ledge and chug it. He watches you in awe. "Mingyu can I do something stupid?"

"Do anything you want, whether to me or something else, just stay with me" You're not sure if its the alcohol taking over, but you lift your hand to his cheek, tip toeing to be face to face with him. Lost in thought, you stare into his eyes, which are busy looking at your lips.

"Can i kiss you?" It's like he read your mind. You nod, and without wasting even a second mingyu's lips crash onto yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling away for air, but he chases your lips as soon as they depart from his.

His hands explore your hips, then waist, until he's grabbed one of your thighs, pulling it up to his frame.

He pulls away, this time you expect him to say that you shouldn't be doing this, but to your surprise... "Need more. I need you, y/n" The whininess in his tone causes you to reject any worry you previously have about 'ruining the friendship'.

"You have me, Gyu". you manage to say, but you're so breathless it comes out sounding like a moan, it ignites something in Mingyu You'd never seen before.

His eyes grow dark in an instant, kissing you again this time leading you into the room with the hold he had on your hips. Strangely, you're the one who feels intoxicated now, mingyu sobering up by the minute.

"Can i touch you, y/n?" he whispers, breaking the kiss. "Please do" you whisper back. He feels feral. Now you're on the bed, back against the mattress with mingyu hovering above you. He takes off his shirt and you're blushing like a teenager all over again.

You've seen Mingyu shirtless a number of times throughout your friendship. You would always have to look away, afraid he'd notice how flustered he made you. All those times were nothing compared to being this up close.

"Do you like what you see princess?" the way he says nickname has your heart and core fluttering. He holds your hand, presses it against his chest and you feel his heartbeat racing.

"I'm nervous too, its alright. we can stop at any point you don't feel like doing more, okay?" No other guy you've got this far with before paid this much attention to your satisfaction, he's unreal.

"Mingyu, i need you"

"You have me pretty girl, just tell me where"

You start by placing his palm against your cheek, then down to your chest torturously slow following the line that divides the left and right of your torso all the way down to your clothed cunt. "Here." you bat your lashes at him, doe eye on full display.

Mingyu wastes no time, he tugs the waistband of your pants all the way off in one swift motion. "Tell me how bad you want it baby" "Please gyu," you start, but your mind wonders far off anything coherent when you feel his lips graze your supple skin. He bites onto your panties, pulling them down your thighs with his teeth. So slowly, so sensually it almost feels surreal.

Once it's off, all of his attention is on your bare cunt, "dripping for me already and I haven't even touched you yet" "let's take care of that, yeah?" almost immediately, his face is buried in your heat, licking a long strip from your clit to your needy hole until he's back up, attacking your clit.

"Fuck, you taste so good" he practically moans out against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

Not long after the constant cycle of rubbing your clit and eating you like you were his last meal, he pulls off, spitting directly onto your slit and slides his middle and ring finger into you. His face returns to your cunt, repeating everything he did earlier, this time focusing on stimulating your gspot with his fingers.

“Right there! mmh” you whine out, trying to suppress your moans incase one of the guys outside wake up (which they wouldn’t even if you were to scream, because they’re all blacked out drunk).

“Don’t stop, please! fuck, gyu don’t stop” you feel him smirk against you. Your hands scurry the bed for something to hold onto when the pleasure starts to feel like too much. They finally reach to mingyu scalp tangling his hair causing him to moan out.

Without warning, his hands and lips detach from your pussy, earning pained a whimper from you feeling empty.

“Need to be inside you. Like now. i’ll make it up to you. Promise” he leans in, pulling you into another passionate kiss, hands busy with the him of your shirt “Take this off pretty. Wanna feel all of you.”

“Good girl” he hums once you do, kissing you as a reward. “Put me in”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by his size. Not only was he long, but he was blessed in the girth department too.

You reach for him, holding the base of his cock to align it with your entrance. Once you start pushing the tip in, you’re scared you might not be able to handle the rest of him.

“That’s it, keep going you can take it.” he encourages. He glides in easily thanks to his fireplay earlier, but the stretch was alot. “Don’t worry baby i’ll make it fit.”

He gently moves your hand off of his dick where you connected and places his on your hips instead. “It’ll feel good soon, i promise” he whispers.

He slams every inch of himself into you all at once in a sharp motion. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for me” his strokes are slow, but hard. Not missing your g-spot once. The pain turns to pleasure faster than you thought.

“You look so pretty like this” you’re unable to respond to the compliment, too consumed in how good he makes you feel.

Your nails graze his back, surely leaving marks. It drives him insane. the thought of you claiming him gets him so worked up his pace quickens, his pelvis snapping against yours.

Mingyu busies himself in your neck, leaving bites thatlll most definitely bruise before tomorrow.“Gyu m’gonna cum” you’re seeing stars.

“let it all go for me princess” that’s all it takes for you to release all over his cock.

His pace is constant, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Shit, that was so hot, good job pretty”

Your pussy clenches on him repeatedly, sending him closer to his edge. “Ass up” you obey as soon as he requests. Once you’re flipped over, he puts a pillow under your stomach ensuring your comfort.

“Took me so well just like i said you would”

In no time, he’s back to his previous pace, thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt. “Has anyone else ever made you feel this good?”

“No! fuck, only you gyu!” you can’t see him, but you can already assume (accurately so) that he’s got a smirk plastered across his face.

As he continues, you feel the coil from earlier build up again.

Mingyu holds your hand, pulling it under your body, between your lower tummy and the pillow, pressing it against the bulge that appears when he strokes all the way into you. “Do you feel me here?”

“Yes, god cumming again” he presses down against the bulge harder, adding more stimulation to your second orgasm.

“Good girl. Me too” he groans.

“Fill me up, gyu” he does exactly that.

“Fuck,” he chucked lowly “you can’t just say stuff like that, it makes me wanna ruin you”

“Then ruin me” you muster out through broken moans from the overstimulation.

Your walls are coated white, flodded with his release.

He still hasn’t pull out of you, not wanting to break contact.

“You mean that?” he says as he collapses onto the bed, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“Nah i was just kidding” of course, you’re only teasing. After this, he can do anything he wants to you.

“Uh huh, will you still be saying that when i ask you to sit on my face once you’re no longer sore?” he bites back at you.

“Shh go to sleep” you attempt to change the topic, aware that you’re playing a losing game.

“No sleeping yet pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up” and with that, he scoups you up bridal style, walking you to the bathroom and starts the shower for you two.

“My legs are wobbly because of you”

“Weren’t you just begging me to ruin you?”

“Okay whatever let’s get this over with i’m sleepy “ you sulk.

Mingyu spends most of the time in the shower focused on tending to you even though you reassure him you’re okay to do it on your own.

You’re in his clothes, cuddled up into his large arms. He can’t believe this is really happening. The girl he’s been inlove with since he was a teen is really here, right now, beside him like this.

“are you asleep?” he asks softly.

“depends” you respond playfully, making him roll his eyes.

“i’m really glad… this happened” his tone changes to a whisper, much more serious than earlier.

“Me too. i’d be even more glad if it happened another time?”

“Noted” he giggles, which turns into a yawn.

“goodnight, y/n”

“goodnight, gyu”

His arms wrap around you, pulling you in somehow even closer. You both fall asleep in a matter of minutes. your heart feels so full.

[August 3rd, 2023]

You wake up, content in Mingyu's embrace. His eyes are sealed shut, his chest rising and falling softly in rhythm with yours. You turn over completely onto your stomach, lifting your head to face his sleeping one.

He looks so peaceful, the most angelic sight you've witnessed this closely. Your movements are subconscious, without realising your palm cups his face, delicately caressing his cheeks.

"I wish we could stay like this all day," his facade falters, smiling at your words. "you sly little sh-" he cuts you off, flipping you over so that he's on top of you.

"Let's stay like this then" he drops his head to your chest this time, not wanting to split from your warmth.

"But the guys?"

"What time do you think it is baby?" he snickers "They all left, that's why I was already awake"

You look over to the clock on the nightstand. It's 11am already...

"Don't blame me, you're the one who drained the life out of me last night!" crap was it a bad idea to bring up last night already? your statement causes him to blush, but his face is hidden, turned away so you don't see.

"Anywho, i made breakfast for you, let's go to the kitchen" you don't think Kim Mingyu could get any more perfect.

You end up spending all morning at his house, showering together again, brushing your teeth, wearing his clothes, eating and talking casually like you typically do... well, almost... mingyu finds all sorts of reasons to kiss you.

At first it was because he swore you had something on your lips. The next it was he had to blow off an eyelash from ur cheek. None of it was true, however you didn't mind. You relished in how touchy he was.

Later in the day, Mingyu insists you should stay longer, but you had plans to meet with Jiwon (your best friend) that evening. Reluctantly you leave, making a deal, brought about by mingyu's persuading, that you hang out with him one-on-one again that week.

At the mall, Jiwon and you wander every store until you're both exhausted, taking a break at a cafe and catching up on random varied topics.

There's never a lot to discuss since you two are either always together to texting, but you still always manage to find things to talk about. You're not sure how she'd react to the news about mingyu, so you decide to rip the bandage off all at once out of nowhere after hours of contemplation.

"HE? YOU? stop i'm gonna pass out YOU GUYS? Y/N?" her loss for words is legitimately not far off your own inner monologue when you processed it yourself.

"Well... how was it? was he big?" Jiwon whisper squeals.

"To sum it up in one word, it was heavenly. And yes, he's fucking huge"

"Oh my god this is amazing. If I'm being honest I expected this to happen at some point, he's always watching you with google eyes like he's totally smitten with you. And although you deny having feelings for him, its obvious that you're both enamored with each other and are afraid to come to terms with it for 'maintaining the friendship' or whatever." you hate that every syllable she utters is spot on.

"Okay i wont attempt to disprove what you say, but you cant tell me that it isn't totally valid. He's seen me at my best and worst and is overall the best guy friend I have ever had and it'd be weird to break up since we share so many of the same friends"

"what's to happen, will happen y/n. just do what's best for you. I think that that would be allowing whatever has started with mingyu last night to go on."

"Ugh. I agree. Thank you for being my moral compass Jiwon I don't know what I would do without you" On spur of moment, she grabs your hand.

You expect her to say something sweet after holding your hand so endearing, however it appears she has something different in mind.

"Cute, now follow me, lets get you some lingerie to celebrate with your boy toy." she really has no filter.

mingyu: hiiii mingyu: i MAY have a teensy tiny problem you: ? did someting happen? mingyu: umm... i may have told my mom that i'd introduce her to my "girlfriend" at the end of this summer a few months ago when she wouldn't stop bugging me about setting me up with her friends' daughter you: and..? mingyu: well.. you: oh are you asking me to pretend to date you in front of your family mingyu: perhaps you: are you crazy? you want me to LIE to Mrs. Kim mingyu: pretty much you: can't you just tell her the truth mingyu: you're okay with her setting me up with her friends daughter princess? you: shut up fine, I'll do it. mingyu: that's my girl

He's insane.

You decide to ignore this issue and worry about this at a later date since it's a month away.

[August 7th, 2023]

Mingyu's at your apartment, finally able to hang out together like you decided on the last you met.

You're both on the couch, keeping fair distance whilst you watch 'Crash Landing On You' for the second time with him.

Halfway into the second episode, mingyu slides himself closer to your end of the couch, breaking the invisible barrier between the two of you.

"i miss you" he pouts, seeking your attention.

"i'm right here" you can't help but giggle at how stupidly adorable he looks.

He places a hand on your waist, reeling you closer to him. "I have an idea of something more fun we could do"

"Mhm, and what is that?' you inquire.

"Let me show you" he lifts you like you weigh nothing more than a feather, settling you on his lap allowing you to straddle him.

"Remember what i said about sitting on my face? Can you do that for me pretty girl?" his fingers dance on the elastic of your underwear, waiting for your permission before he goes any further.

"Yes i can, but can i taste you today instead, gyu?" your reply catches his off guard.

"Anything you want baby" the pet name sends shivers down your spine, encouraging you to act upon your urges and pulling him into deep kiss.

You get off of his lap, knees against the hard wooden floor, ridding him of his jeans whilst he tugs his shirt off. He's so fit.

His dick bulges through his calvins, fighting against the fabric. "Look at how hard you make me pretty"

You take his cock out of his boxers, almost salivating at the sight of it. His tip is crimson, begging for relief.

You wrap your hand around his shaft, drawing it closer to your face. You lick a long strip along it, coming back up and stopping at his tip and taking it into your mouth.

Once he's past your lips, he's a groaning mess. "Fuck, you're doing so well, keep going."

You take him in further gagging around him when he's all the way in, stuffing your throat. "Good girl. So good for me, shit"

His hands pull your hair into a loose ponytail, using the light grip to guide you. You bob your head, thrusting him in and out of your mouth at a steady pace.

It doesn't take long for you to find a rhythm, but it's not enough for him. He really just wants to be inside your cunt, so to speed up the process, "Can I fuck your throat baby?" his voice drops a few octaves down, losing himself in pleasure.

You nod in response, and that's all the confirmation he needs to push your head closer to his pelvis. He stands up to angle his dick better, thrusting in and out of your mouth, gradually reaching his climax.

Your eyes are full of tears, mascara running down your face tipping him over the edge. "Can you handle swallowing?" he asks through broken moans making you nod again. He holds you in place, reaching all the way down your throat where he releases his load.

He reaches out to hold your hand, pulling you to your feet, flush against his body into a kiss. "You're unreal".

He sits both of you back onto the couch in your previous position. "Please fuck me" you whimper out, too horny to care about how desperate that must've sounded.

"So bold" he smirks "Well, as my lady wishes"

He works on removing your bottoms while you unbutton the silk pajama shirt you're wearing. When you're finally stripped out of your clothes, he's in awe at the revelation of what you'd been hiding underneath.

"You're gonna be my demise" is the last thing he utters before yanking your panties to the side, lifting you to align your cunt with his cock, and slowly sinking you down on it.

You moan in unison at the feeling of the initial stretch. It feels like he's breaking you in two in the most divine way possible.

"Fuck, y/n nobody else can ever feel you like this."

"I'm yours mingyu, fuck!" you manage to whine out.

He holds your hips to slam you onto his dick. His free hand creeps up to your neck, choking you slightly as he fucks into you. It drives you insane, feeling him all the way inside you near your cervix. At some point, his cock really does kiss your cervix, causing you to sob out from the overwhelming pleasure mixed with that unfamiliar pain.

He doesn't fail to hit the spongy tissue in you even once. He changes position, laying you on your back with his hand still on your throat. Your vision suddenly blurs, a mix of white and stars clouds your mind with your eyes sealing shut.

You're squirting. All over him at that.

"Holyyy fuck," Mingyu groans out. "Y/n, fuck you're gonna make me cum" "Cum-" Youre interrupted by a wave of your orgasm crashing through your body "-in me"

And so he does. This might have been the hottest thing mingyu has ever experienced.

"You're clenching down on me so hard, fuck. oh fuck-" The overstimulation from his relentless thrusts sends you both over the edge.

"The couch" he says followed by an airy laugh, but you couldn't really care less about the mess right now.

"You have officially ruined me" you whisper with a fucked out smile.

"Good." he smiles back. his eyes linger on where you connect, pulling out of you and admiring the sight of his cum dripping out of you. "Fuck, can I take a picture of this?"

"Sure, just dont show it to anyone" his eyes sparkle at your response.

"It's cute that you think i'd share you" he uses two fingers to plunge into your tight, dripping hole and fucks his cum back into you. "so pretty" he pulls his phone out, snapping a picture of the image he's already embedded into his mind.

"Let's go clean you up"

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I attended my friend's church service - my experience via /r/atheism

I attended my friend's church service - my experience

This was a few years ago, but I thought I'd share my experience.

Some background: I used to be a reservist in the Canadian Forces and one of the privates I trained was deeply religious. Super nice guy, he never bothered anyone and offered to run a prayer service after hours with anyone else who was interested. I nicknamed him "Preacher" as a joke lol (he was cool with it).

At the time he was training to be a pastor. After the course, we became good friends and I told him that if he ever became a pastor I would attend his service. So pretty much the Forrest Gump promise, lol.

A few years later he accomplished his goal and when I had the time I made the trek to the other side of the province to attend. His church was located in a rural area.

When I arrived I was greeted by some elderly members (most of the congregation was elderly and white, I'm Chinese-Canadian and live in my country's largest city) who were very friendly. They seemed so happy to see an unfamiliar face, introduced themselves, asked for my name, and welcomed me in. They were not pushy at all.

The service itself was interesting. The sermon itself was a discussion on what Jesus would do in a certain situation. The songs were tedious but I stood politely as everyone else stood and sang.

There was a point where my friend came into the middle of the pews and did a "Good News" moment, asking anyone if they had anything good to report. One person said they were going on a cruise in a few weeks, another said their grandson had just been born, and lastly, someone said their daughter had been accepted at a great new job. Then it was time for any birthday celebrations and my friend handed out engraved pencils to them.

Thankfully the service wasn't too long, maybe 45min or so.

After the service, a few other members came to say hello and thanked me for attending.

My friend and I grabbed a beer down the street afterwards.

I did end up attending a few other services later, and every time I was greeted just as warmly. They seemed so happy that I had come back.

After this experience, I fully appreciated why religion and church mean so much to some people. It's like that moment you're not really into something but realize why some people are so into it.

It's like when my friend went to a Beyoncé concert with his GF. He's not a Beyoncé fan but halfway through the show he texted me, "NGL this is a great show lol".

It also made me realize what both myself and my other non-religious friends were missing. It's a very comforting feeling to see the same group of good friends and family on a regular basis without expectation. When I was a reservist, it was great seeing my buddies once a week and one weekend a month.

I shared my experience with my social circle and many agreed that the social aspect was missing in our lives.

My friends and I decided to start planning regular activities, such as a D&D night (we've never played), regular hangouts even for a short time, and more frequent trips together. Yes, we're all busy with life and work but we found that even meeting up for 15min in person to shoot the shit made our day. We even started a "15min Drink" idea - we brought Cold Shots (200ml beer cans) and would meet up after work. This was a small enough amount of alcohol that we didn't have to worry about driving, we only had to commit 15min or so, and it's very easy to coordinate. Even that 15min meetup was refreshing.

I think sometimes some who don't understand why some people are religious miss this community aspect. I'm not suggesting that non-religious people don't or can't have the same, but I would argue that the institutionalized and organized nature of many religions provides that structure for them. It's much the same as when I was a reservist. It was as if someone else had done all the planning and we just had to commit to it.

I'm also fully aware that some religious communities have their own toxicity and that it's not all roses. My friend told me of some of the gossip and internal conflicts he's had to arbitrate.

I hope this provides some insight, and maybe it will inspire others to organize more social gatherings!

Submitted June 11, 2023 at 02:38PM by Babuiski (From Reddit https://ift.tt/KpqkTRs)

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F. K. R. X + Arthur Curry?

O.K. + got it! 👌🏽

F (Flirty - how do they flirt?):

It honestly depends on how serious Arthur is about you and what his intentions are. He may not be a slut of a man, but he’s not afraid to flirt freely if only to get a kick out of whomever he’s hitting on. In which case, his flirting style is exactly what one might expect: He’s got that cocky grin of his, one of those sharp brows raised suggestively. Maybe that large, muscular body of his leans in certain ways to draw your attention to his biceps, chest, or . . . other places . . .

But if you’re someone whom he’d genuinely like to get to know, maybe grab some drinks together (hell, even non-alcoholic!) sometime, and wouldn’t mind keeping in contact with even during the seasons where he’s gotta be out protecting a Scandinavian fishing village? It’s like a shy schoolboy has possessed the body of this giant, muscular vision.

He’s not exactly clumsy, per se, but he’s more likely to show off whatever he can that he thinks you’ll like. If he thinks you’re more into sportiness, he’ll show off his strength and athleticism. If he sees you’re more of a bookworm, he’ll manage to slip in reference to classical literature or history into the conversation. And it honestly sort of bothers him because why should he care if you think he’s cool? The answer, when he gives himself time to think about it, is he doesn’t: He cares about whether you see his potential. All those years filled with issues of confidence don’t suddenly go away just because you’re the Ocean Master; Arthur still sometimes finds those old questions of self leaking back into his conscious and subconscious. Not enough to drown in them, but certainly enough to worry him.

He knows he can be a complete person without someone’s approval, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want yours.

So as nerve wrecking as it can be, if you allow him to get close enough to trust you, he might just allow himself to be vulnerable enough to show you what all the sides of him make: He’ll take you to a dive bar for some drinks, he’ll walk alongside the beach with you and talk about all the hijinks he got into during high school, he’ll crack jokes through a hangover in the morning and by nightfall have made you breakfast for dinner as thanks.

Because as easy as it is to just assume that what you see is what you get, Arthur is a truly complex person. Just like his identity as a half-human and half-Atlantean, he can never and will never fit into one singular box. And that’s just how he likes himself. Hopefully, you will, too.

K (Karma - how do they apologize?): It’s not that Arthur is unfamiliar with apologizing or even thinks he’s above it or that he’s always right. It’s just that he’s unused to doing it in a context where there’s a romantic partner involved. Because yes, there is a difference between apologizing to a relative, apologizing to a friend, and apologizing to a lover. They can be subtle, depending on the person, but they’re definitely there – or, rather, they’re supposed to be. And given Arthur’s dating life . . .

Look, just because he’s attractive and able to go with the flow at a party doesn’t mean he’s got stacks of experience. To put it lightly, it’s relatively dry compared to what most may presume. Comes with the territory of having unresolved issues regarding one’s place in the world as both a human and a “fish person”. Consequently, he’s pretty unrehearsed when it comes to certain areas, and not helping is that laidback attitude of his. Indeed, one of his biggest draws can also be one of his biggest downfalls: If he’s not too careful about his words and their delivery, he can all too easily come across as indifferent to his partner’s feelings or needs. Just a nonchalant tone being used to say words his partner probably wants to hear. Never mind that this is far from the truth! He cares plenty about how you feel! He just . . . doesn’t necessarily know how to interact with them once he’s screwed up.

And that’s a problem and a half for more reasons than one.

“Hey, uh . . . Listen, I screwed up,” he admits into the receiving part of his phone. He hears an unimpressed sigh from the other end.

“What did you do this time?” Thomas Curry grunts, the sound of his palm dragging across his face audible even through the phone. He loves the kid, of course, but goddammit – how was he so selective on how much of his Intuitively Romantic Genes he inherited!?

It’s embarrassing, but Thomas is Arthur’s biggest role model and one of the only consistent figures he’s ever had in his life: He trusts his father’s wisdom and experience, even at the cost of getting scolded for being foolhardy for hurting his partner’s feelings. (I mean, after all, he was just a lighthouse keeper but he still managed to not only get the Queen of Atlantis interested in him, but he was all she ever wanted [romantically] even decades after her banishment!) Thomas, of course, encourages old-fashioned staples: Bouquets of your favorite flowers, some fancy chocolates (or your favorite baked goods) . . . Help out around the house, make it clean so you have one less thing to worry about. Cook dinner if he wants to make it two.

“But above all else,” he stated, “learn to listen. Learn to actually talk. You’re dating them, not me. You can buy their favorite things all you want to, but so can anyone else who asks them what their favorite crap is. But not everyone can or will listen; that your job, as their partner. You do that, and you’ll figure out what to do from there.”

Arthur grunts to signify that he understands, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely convinced. Because he’s not. Not at first, at least.

He should really trust in his old man more.

It’s shaky at first because of course it would be. But Arthur’s nothing if not stubborn when he wants to be. It honestly makes him a twinge anxious to, but he asks you what you want from him. Not in a dramatic “What do you want from me?!” manner, mind you, but in a serious and calm, “What can I do to be a better partner for you? I want to help you, but I need help. Help me help you.” It’s embarrassing, it demands vulnerability, and it’s . . . honestly a turning point in your relationship. Arthur’s always been an emotional man in some form or another throughout the course of your connection, but there’s something new about just his willingness to accept that in order for him to do better, he has to know when to ask for help from the very person he wants to help. It signifies the new opportunities you both can now potentially face together.

Of course, you’re still a little upset with him. But that he was willing to put down that tough guy front just for you, well . . . You know you unfortunately can’t stay mad at him for long.

R (Romantic - what kind of gifts do they give?): Despite gaining some form of fame in recent years, being an uncontracted hero doesn’t exactly come with a salary or royalties. So Arthur’s not exactly rolling in dough at any given point; he’s barely even dipping a toe in it even on a good day. Suffice to say, he’s tried to get as creative with his options as he could – just not in the ways that would’ve made the most sense.

As a somewhat closeted fashioned romantic raised by a blatant romantic, Arthur’s gifts early on in the relationship would be his spins on more traditional gifts: A bouquet of flowers (if you didn’t mind that they were sneakily yanked from a flower bed in a park); a pair of earring purchased at a hair shop; dinner on him because the owner of the little hole-in-the-wall was thankful for him removing a would-be robber with ease. And while none of these are bad in the slightest, they’re not what’s expected when the most obvious solution to his problems would’ve been arguably more sensible: Just using his dang powers to whip something up!

It would be lying if Arthur were to deny that he hadn’t once considered it, using those Ocean Master powers of his to benefit your dating life. But it was also just so . . . “typical”. Because yes, it was typical of the King of the Seas to use his telepathy, hydrokinesis, and other skills to bring you some material good. (Insert eye roll, please.) Ironically, despite what his attempts at recreating gift mainstays would suggest, Arthur didn’t want to be predictable; he had a reputation to keep, a significant other to keep on their toes! He didn’t want to be known as some one-trick pony (one-trick seahorse)!

. . . So anyway, you’ll have to tell him you wouldn’t mind stuff from his “job”. You can try hinting it to him, but don’t be surprised if you have to outright demand that the guy bring you some “bombass shells”. The good news, though, is that you won’t actually have to tell him twice.

Soon, your windowsills, a decorative basket in the bathroom, anywhere you can fit them is housing an ever-growing collection of “bombass shells” from his travels. Even the occasional hag stone makes their way into your possession every once in a while. Mason jars filled to the brim with sea glass cast rainbows on the walls of your home when the sun hits them just right. Old shark teeth from Arthur’s friends who no longer needed them sat in tiny jewelry boxes.

But the crown jewel of them all? The organic pearl necklace he actually took the time to make for you. It took months to harvest them even with the assistance of some underwater companions, and that was before he had to take the time to properly clean them and prep them to be placed on a thread that a professional jeweler would’ve, well, clutched their pearls over. The beads were lumpy, would’ve been considered defective under the critical eye of someone more experienced in their cultivating.

You never would’ve asked for anything more. And while you don’t wear it too often (you’re afraid to risk it breaking or getting mugged over it), Arthur knows and accepts that for you, it’s symbolic of your bond together: Imperfect, unconventional, but the same as any other at its core. And you absolutely, positively never want to part with it.

X (XOXO - how do they kiss?): Not to be cliché, but Arthur’s kisses hit you like a wave. It doesn’t matter if you’re anticipating the kiss or if it’s sudden, the effect will always be the same to some degree: They’re strong, and they shock your system. You feel an icy yet addictive zing for the briefest of moments, only for it to be overwhelmed by a warmth. If his lips are the ocean, then the heat that ripples through you is the sun stretching down and dragging its fingers up and down your skin, reaching parts of you you had never thought such a heat could reach.

It doesn’t matter if he’s been drinking, if he’s been eating, if he’s just brushed his teeth, or if you have: You will always taste just the tiniest hint of sea salt. Like it has always been ingrained in him and has since become a part of you as well.

And you want more. It makes you thirst; makes you seek out more. You delve deeper into the wave, you have no choice but to. You are defenseless as it pulls you in, pulls you under, becomes all that surrounds you.

And for a moment, as the lack of oxygen reaches you and dizzies your head, you wonder if perhaps this is all you’ve ever known, all you will know. It intimidates you, but only for the smallest fraction of a second. After that, you do not question it. All you ask is that this ocean of warmth and salty sweetness takes you in deeper, closer, until all the noises of the world are drowned away and all you can hear is the sound of your heart thundering in your ears, the woosh of blood rushing through you as you feel the arms of the current wrap around you.

And just as a wave does when it hits you –

It’s over. And you’re wiped out. You’re lost at sea, and you never want to seek land again.

Thank you very much for your patience on this one!! Hope it was worth the wait!

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SONIC EVENT: RESORT HOTEL!

 NOTE: THIS IS FOR THE SONIC RPC ONLY! Check this post for basic rules.

    Welcome to SUMMER! It’s time to take in some R&R, and everyone’s invited! You, your friends, your enemies, and also infinite versions of you! Take a load off at this all-expenses-paid vacation spot!

    What can you do here? Well, you can do whatever you want! Go for a swim, have a cookout, catch some rays, hang out in your room, have drinks–Do what pleases you. There are very few rules for this location and event itself.

    MUSES CANNOT:

    -Destroy the property.     -Kill or seriously injure another character or NPC.     -Have 18+ RP tied to the event. If you really want to write that kind of stuff, save it for the hotel room and please use your own tags for it. DO NOT POST IT IN THE EVENT TAG! I BEG OF YOU

    Muses that are under 18 are allowed, but please respect other peoples’ comfort levels and their rules pages. Child muses will only be given non-alcoholic beverages at the bar.

    Don’t worry about how your muse got here, everyone stepped off a bus and has their luggage with them or they teleported in if they’re the sort. The how and why aren’t so important, it’s what you do with the time that is given to you that matters!

    FOR THE MUNS:

    Sonic muses only! Fandom OCs are also allowed. Duplicates encouraged! Everyone should have a chance to participate.

  MAKE SURE YOUR RULES PAGE IS EASILY ACCESSIBLE.

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[dreamsatdusk]

Food and Drink in Ravka - Part 1

Just as the Shadow and Bone trilogy timeline originally began as a much more ambitious project, so too did a knowledgebase sort of idea for details of day-to-day life found throughout the books.  The latter didn’t end up happening, but having gone off on a wild hair to read about tea party etiquette recently, a smaller scale idea popped up.

I have some off-site references to link, but to avoid search/tagging woes, I will reblog this post right after the original goes up and add the links there.  I will also link this on my Grishaverse Meta page.

IRL = In Real Life.

Beverages - Part 1: Everything But the Tea

But don’t worry, tea will be the feature in the next part!

Whiskey:

Alcohol favored by Vasily Lantsov.  Nikolai references “Kerch whiskey” at one point.  The greater mention of it being consumed is in SoC and CK, in Ketterdam, where it is shown being drunk by a wider variety of people.  If it’s distilled in Kerch, that would explain why:  it would be harder to come by in Ravka, particularly before the destruction of the Shadow Fold. 

Per RoW, the Darkling seems to have cared more for it in the past:

For the first time in several hundred years, he wished for whiskey.

Champagne:

IRL, champagne is sparkling wine from the Champagne region of France, produced according to specific practices.  In text, it appears in scenes in Ravka, Ketterdam/Kerch, and in Fjerda. It’s not clear where it’s produced, though we see throughout the books that vineyards exist in Ravka and other locations both.

It’s served at the winter fete in S&B and at Nikolai’s birthday celebration.  At an earlier point, Nikolai references “champagne parties”, as a pastime of nobility/royalty.  

At his birthday, we also see champagne feature in some toasts.  Based on context, below are proposed translations:

Ne zalost: To your health

Ne Ravka:  To Ravka

These are modeled after the style of Russian toasts, but are in the made-up Ravkan category language-wise. See reference [1] in the reblog for some interesting information on toasting phrases and traditions in Russia.

Cider:

Tomikyana, where the group stays prior to the final battle in R&R, is an apple farm that produces cider from its orchards.  To go by the contents of the farmhouse, it is a profitable line of business. 

Indications are the cider is fermented:  as Harshaw happily gulps from a jug in R&R, Tamar tells him to go easy so that he’s awake for the next day.  This isn’t surprising, as in most of the world IRL, ‘cider’ means a fermented, alcoholic beverage.  (In the US however, it’s generally assumed you mean non-alcoholic, unfiltered apple juice if you say apple cider - hard cider is the term for the alcoholic version.)

Given Sankt Feliks’s association with apple boughs and orchards, he seems the saint most likely to be honored by people in that business.

Brandy:

Nikolai favors brandy over kvas. It’s also something Kaz drinks and in general sounds more common in Kerch, which is explained by mention by a Ravkan noble of ‘Kerch brandy’.  In Ravka, it seems to be something to which the wealthy are more likely to have access.

In Ravka, there’s a dish called pomdrakon - dragon bowl - where raisins are soaked in brandy and set on fire.  People then try to grab and eat the raisins.  Nina told Matthias of it.  This sounds like Snapdragon, a parlor game played IRL in the winter going back to the 16th century and often associated with Christmas[2].  Perhaps it was played at the Little Palace around the feast of Sankt Nikolai.

We know there are snifters in Ravka (some were seen in Tomikyana), so that is a likely serving option for brandy drunk by the well-to-do:

Coffee:

The only mention of coffee in the Shadow and Bone trilogy itself is at the Gritzki party:  served out of golden urns into blue enamel cups.  It’s described as “sludge-like” and the “Suli told fortunes by reading the dregs at the bottom of the cup”.

I suspect the coffee in question is prepared Turkish-coffee style, which would explain the thickness of it and also result in grounds with which a fortune could be told. 

Coffee is common in Kerch and there are coffeehouses in Ketterdam.  In the duology, Nikolai is said to have developed a taste for it while at University there.  Overall, there’s not much indication it’s very popular in Ravka itself. This may be due in part to import challenges before the Fold’s destruction.  But in CK, Retvenko is shown to prefer tea over coffee (though given the circumstances, I suspect the coffee he was given didn’t taste the greatest either!)

Coffee is imported into Kerch to go by something Kaz said, and it’s likely grown in Novyi Zem and/or the Southern Colonies.

Wine:

In addition to champagne, other types of wine are mentioned.  Alina has a ‘sweet iced wine’ at one point.  Isaak has some apricot wine.  Red and white wines are also mentioned.

We learn that at least some wine is made in Ravka itself:  there is wine in Carveya, aged in clay.  Said wine impressed even a member of the Kerch Merchant Council.  IRL, wine was made in clay amphorae long ago, but in doing some research, I found it’s a practice that’s resurged in the current day too.  See [3] for an interesting article about the practice of wine in clay in the country of Georgia, which could be used as a model for the Ravkan approach.

Beer:

Mentioned once in S&B.  A beer hall and beer come up in RoW as well.  Overall, the impression is it’s cheap and no description makes it sound like it tastes that good.  Generally, it sounds like people are more likely to drink kvas if they can get it.

Cordial:

Alina remembers stealing cherry cordial as a child at Keramzin. There is some sort of cordial that Zoya favors, according to KoS.  

In the US, cordial and liqueur are pretty much interchangeable terms (this is not the case in the UK).  A liqueur is a sweetened distilled spirit.  Think of things such as Amaretto, Chambord, Galliano, and the like.

Per the interlude in Tomikyana, we know liqueur glasses are a thing in Ravka.

Cordial/liqueur glasses are used to serve dessert wines and liqueurs after dinner, so safe to assume that is the case in Ravka given the above.

Kvas:

The most confusing and controversial beverage in the books because what it means IRL is not the same as what it represented in the Grishaverse.  When I first read the books and saw it mentioned with the connotation that people were getting drunk off of it, I was pretty baffled.  Kvas is a real beverage (often spelled kvass), and while it is fermented, the alcohol content is very low, to the point it’s often not even considered an alcoholic beverage.  There are many different recipes for it, but one common approach involves rye bread[4].

In the Grishaverse however, the term kvas is used to mean vodka.  It’s described as ‘clear’, it is definitely alochol.  And furthermore, in a long ago blog tour, the author flat out said it’s a stand-in for vodka:

Kvas: Kvas is, in fact, a semi-fermented beverage popular in Russia, but in Shadow and Bone it’s an obvious stand-in for vodka. For me, “vodka” places us instantly in our world and time. It’s simply too common. Kvas, however, maintains immersion in the world, but has the advantage of visually evoking the word “vodka”—there’s no real leap for the reader to make. (Also, this is YA. I suspect a lot more flags would have been raised if I’d had a bunch of teenagers sitting around drinking Stoli.)[5]

Fic-wise, some writers stick with using kvas for continuity and others have switched to using vodka as word of choice instead for clarity.

In-universe, kvas isn’t really mentioned as drunk by anyone other than Ravkans.  Ramsus of Fjerda remarks on it once as “that filthy kvas Ravkans love so much”.

In KoS, we read of Dima’s mother using kvas as an offering:  

She’d left a little glass of kvas behind the stove that night, a gift for the household ghosts who watched over the farm and who slept behind the old iron stove to keep warm. Or so Mama said.

Sounds like a domovoi to me!  They are Slavic spirits who watch over the family.  They are often said to live under the stove and it was customary to leave little gifts for them.  Read more about them at [6].

Kvas is mainly spoken of as being poured from bottle to glass for consumption.  For those with the money to spend, you could imagine them using something like an elegant vodka drinking set such as the below:

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A Little Something More:

How is this stuff being served?

Tin cups are mentioned more than once, both in the context of travelers and a family with limited means.  Alina cut her hand on a broken blue cup of pottery when she was fifteen; it would have been earthenware, stoneware, or porcelain.  I suspect it’d have been one of the first two.

For those with money, Kerch porcelain and crystal are an option.

In Tomikyana, a farm owned by a family of the ‘new rich’, it’s noted there were “goblets, snifters, wine and liqueur glasses”.  In light of that and other tidbits in the book, I wouldn’t be surprised if formal banquets at the Palace involved a line of water goblet, champagne glass, red wine glass, white wine glass, and liqueur glass.  I’ll talk more about that in one of the future parts of this post series.  Because hey, we know there are snail forks too.  Perfect opportunity to nerd about table settings.

Societal Commentary?

I found it interesting that Nikolai shows disdain for what are arguably the most iconic Ravkan beverages in the setting:  tea and kvas.  He refers to kvas as “awful stuff” at one point and prefers brandy.  He is also partial to coffee.  And in RoW, when he’s told he shouldn’t have wine, says “Then I suppose I’ll drink tea like an old woman”.  The latter is particularly notable given we’ve seen book after book that all manner of people in Ravka drink tea.  

Is this more because of combination of personal taste and his station in life allowing him access to things Ravkan peasants wouldn’t be likely to experience?  Or is this a reflection of Nikolai’s role as a visionary driving Ravka into the future, sloughing off the old and traditional (and on that point, a contrast to the Darkling)?  If the latter, I don’t think I necessarily like that symbolism.

Bonus Drinks:

These aren’t things I spotted in the books, but are beverages in Russia that could be woven into a fanfic.  And there are many other candidates if you go looking!

Kompot:  Not to be confused with compote, though that also involves fruit.  Kompot is a refreshing drink made by simmering fruit and other ingredients.  There are many variations, but see [7] for an example recipe.

Sbiten: A hot, honey-based drink. It can be made with or without alcohol.  In Russia, it’s been around for hundreds of years, although became less common in the nineteenth century as tea and coffee became more prevalent. Perhaps in the Grishaverse it’s something the Darkling likes from years past and so it’s prepared at the Little Palace in winter as part of the focus on the traditional.  See [8] for a recipe.  Given the honey base, perhaps it’s associated with Sankta Lizabeta!

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Tagging @redsixwing​, @tirkdi​, and @helenvader​ given they expressed an interest in the topic on my earlier post.

Don’t forget that I’ll be reblogging this right away with the addition of reference links corresponding to the numbers above in brackets, e.g., [1]

Questions or comments?  Please feel free to reply!

[chainofclovers]

Ted Lasso 2x6 thoughts

I felt like the physical embodiment of a series of iconic reaction GIFs while watching this episode. I felt like Higgins gagging on air and right and wrong choices. As an invested, non-casual Ted Lasso viewer, I feel quite absorbed in the experience of every episode, but I’m not usually a LOUD non-casual Ted Lasso viewer. At one point last night, I shouted “This is the wackiest show ever made!” at @bristler, and that doesn’t even sound like something I would say. And by “wacky” I just meant “all the emotions are happening at once.”

This episode was absolutely great and I knew that every single Rebecca Welton feeling I have would intensify because of this episode and that is exactly what happened.

This is me bravely writing down my episode thoughts after only one viewing (just like last week) and a bad night of sleep! Copious spoilers and emotions ahead...

This show goes all in on hats! A lot of bad hats for giving bad relationship advice and making bad decisions! Feel like you’re gonna do something correctly? Just put on a bad hat, that’ll snap you right out of it. Just had a revelation that you are almost certainly in an abusive relationship? Your girlfriend is hiding in the parking lot with a terrible hat for you! (I love this show.)

Dark forest dark forest dark forest dark forest.

I truly, truly, truly do not mean this to sound judgmental of any other fan, but it’s taking everything in my power not to just type “dark forest” in the comments of every person who is outraged that LDN152 is not Ted.

Gonna get my initial thoughts on the Sam=LDN152 reveal out of the way. I honestly like this choice.

First, I like this choice because of who LDN152 isn’t. I think about how awful it would be if she’d matched with Rupert and realized she’d been manipulated by him and charmed by him all over again, and how, when she gets the same reveal the audience already has, she would end up retraumatized by having been charmed and taken in by Rupert all over again. I think about her matching with Nate (if he’d redownloaded the app) and the inadequacy of her assertiveness advice and how Nate is one of the only non-Rupert characters who’s used sexist language against her and how Nate’s insecurities would be like water trying to co-exist with the oil of Rebecca’s insecurities. Nate and Rebecca are fond of each other and seem to want to be in each other’s lives, but a romantic squishing together via dating app would set them both back lightyears. I think about her matching with Ted, a man currently on a parallel-to-Rebecca trek through a very painfully dark forest, a man swinging wildly between performative attempted wit and utter panic. A man she trusts with her professional and personal challenges. [Her challenging mother comes to town and Keeley and Ted are the people she wants with her at lunch.] Ted and Rebecca, with all their current limitations, and with all the ways the forest obscures the view, are trying to be there for each other in their real, non-romantic comedy versions of their lives, and the discomfort of matching on an app seems like the kind of thing that would make them rear back from each other instead of bringing them even closer together. It is not time. It is so profoundly not time that I would have been furious if the writers had continued the “maybe it’s Ted?” line of thought for another second longer than they did.

Second, I like this choice because of who Sam is. I know. He’s not an appropriate match for her. The power dynamics are all messed up and their ages are all wrong. But this does introduce a potentially interesting parallel between Rupert and his younger women and the scrutiny Rebecca would risk herself and Sam experiencing if she goes for it. Rebecca seems to have tried to put away her Rupert-related trauma, but the specter of Rupert is lurking, and I do see that being a good person making an ethically complicated decision with another good person is very different from being an abuser setting out to take advantage of multiple people...but there are parallels she might have to reckon with. Also, Sam is a kind person with a strong ethical center and a well-documented interest in Rebecca. He and Ted helped each other feel more at home in London during a time of deeply missing other homes, and Sam has internalized a lot of Ted’s ways of living in a way that might genuinely appeal to Rebecca even if she doesn’t fully realize why. The writers on this show don’t write messes for the sake of drama. They write messes because life is painful and complicated and also very funny. I’d be shocked if, however this Bantr thing plays out, it isn’t painful and complicated and also funny.

(I am already a little worried that whatever happens next is going to activate some very ironic fan reactions given this is a show whose thesis statement is about withholding judgment. This fear is based not on Ted Lasso-specific knowledge but on unfortunate patterns of fandom, but...you can fear the impact of racist, sexist, and ageist tropes on two beloved characters without embodying those tropes as a viewer. You can watch characters make decisions that could subject them to harmful scrutiny without performing that harm yourself.)

Ted Lasso is a fictional character who tweeted about the joy of eating out (you know...at the Crown and Anchor) the day before 2x6 launched and during 2x6 Rebecca invited him to eat out at the Crown and Anchor. (I love this show.) I am so, so, so fond of all the little lunch-y things in this episode. Ted can’t bring Henry his lunch because he’s “at work” aka living in London. Ted and Beard surprise each other with secret sandwiches on Fridays. Rebecca is overwhelmed by her mother’s visit (her mother’s performance of a harmful pattern) and wants Keeley and Ted there. The scene at the Crown and Anchor, as painful as all the divorce/separation feelings were, was also so homey and lovely in terms of these characters being friends, being at home in a place despite the very not-at-home feelings emanating from Deborah. The Bake-Off viewing! Ted being the designated driver (probably a good thing on this particular day)! Rebecca feeling discomfort but not shutting down! Also cute British pub feelings. Evidence that Rebecca has talked to her mom about Ted! About personal things about Ted!

Naaaaaaate. His bursts of confidence and insight. The pain and insecurity and anger almost literally bubbling under the surface.

I cannot say enough good things about Higgins. He’s grown so much, and his decision to be honest with Beard regarding his concerns about Jane was absolutely impeccably done. Many, many trusted people in Higgins’ life told him not to do it. They are all good people, and they were all wrong. Sometimes one human being’s honesty makes the difference for someone who is struggling, and that’s exactly what happened here. Beard truly heard Higgins. And of course he didn’t immediately break things off with Jane. But he heard Higgins, and when Jane showed up Beard’s face looked different than it ever has, and Higgins words are with him as he walks off into the night with Jane and that might save him. And Rebecca witnessed it.

And I’m so glad she witnessed Higgins’ choice in the midst of this very difficult experience of a) trying to find Ted because she knows he’s in pain and being unable to and b) watching her mother repeat a pattern that Rebecca herself was able to break. It taught me so much about Rebecca. The way she was punished (and described the experience using the language of punishment) for having an honest reaction to her mother’s decision to leave her father the first time. The way she was taught that love is conditional, that love and reconciliation are things you can purchase with gifts. The way her mother uses the language of self-help without internalizing what it would take to heal, and probably has little use for actual therapy. The way her mother drinks alcohol as a way to feel free.

I don’t even know how to think, much less write, about everything with Roy’s coaching and his image and how Ted feels about it and all the fatherhood things Jamie brings up and all the fatherhood things Ted is missing w/r/t Nate and everyone except for Rebecca taking at face value (or willfully deciding to take at face value) the idea that Ted’s panic attack is actually just him needing to go barf up a fish pie. Ted hugging his backpack in Sharon’s office. Rebecca trying to find him, and Sharon being the one who does. The words “I wanna make an appointment” being the words that conclude the episode at the exact midpoint of the planned-for show. Halfway through the middle season. The moment Ted realizes he’s never going to be okay if he doesn’t give therapy a try.

I also can’t say enough good things about the moment with the team and Sharon, the way she agrees to one drink, the way it’s clear that she adores them all. Sharon is exacting and professional without being cold and calculating, and everything she does in this episode is such a gorgeous model of assertiveness, patience, and moderation...three things Ted struggles with the most.

What a dark forest. What an excellent group of humans.

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :( 

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what        you heard jewelry or something      and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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Akuneko (AKNK), Event Story "Butler's Valentine", Chapter 6: A Letter

-Devil's Palace, your room-

......

>Ugh...is it evening already? >Guess I should get up now...

Muu: (yawns) Before I realised it, I ended up falling asleep, too... Muu: Hmm? Master, look. There's a letter left here for you!

>Let me read it >What's all this about...

"I did not want to wake you, for you looked so comfortable as you slept, so I will leave this letter here.

"The butlers have left the mansion to make preparations for the nobles' party...

We will return as soon as we are finished, so please do not worry.

"Also...when you have the time, please do stop by the kitchen."

Muu: The kitchen? Let's hurry up and make our way there, Master!

>Yeah, let's go!

-Devil's Palace, kitchen-

.....

Muu: There's no-one here.

>You're right, not a soul...

Muu: Hmm, doesn't seem like there's anything here, either... Muu: Oh, I get it now! This is a scavenger hunt! Muu: I bet you there's some delectable cake hidden here somewhere!

>R-Really now...?

???: Ready, set, and...! Lono: Master! Happy Valentine's!

>Aahhh! >You scared me!

As Lono yelled out his surprise greeting, he and Bastien both emerged from where they were hiding.

They were both holding a large cake.

Lono: Hey, c'mon Bastien, you say something too! Bastien: Hmph. Tell me why I need to take orders from you? Bastien: Also, you're going to scare the Master if you raise your voice all of a sudden like that. Lono: I told you, this is a surprise! That's the whole point! Bastien: I don't want to startle the Master... Bastien: If anything, I want them to feel calm and relaxed. Lono: Ugh, forget it! There's no use trying to get it through that thick head of yours.

>No fighting, you two... >What's all this about?

Lono: Ah, sorry, Master! Lono: We just wanted to, uh, surprise ya! Bastien: I was against it, Master. Lono: Grrr, Bastien, you little... Lono: Anyways, Master! Let's head over to the living room! Lono: There's still tons more surprises waiting for ya!

-Devil's Palace, living room-

I almost couldn't recognise the living room once I step foot into it.

The wallpaper and decorations were changed to ones for Valentine's.

Lamli: Ah, the Master's here!

All the butlers were gathered in the living room.

Boschi: So, what do you think? Pretty, ain't it? Fennesz: We all decorated the room together, in hopes you would like it. Ammon: Yup! We put way more energy into it than the set up for the party with all the nobles! Haures: That's...true, if I'm being honest. Haures: Preparing for the party is our job... Haures: But we did this because we genuinely wanted to see you happy, Master. Lucas: There's lots of drinks here♪ Lucas: The ones here are better than the ones we brought over to the function. Nac: Of course, there are non-alcoholic options available too. Don't hesitate to request for some.

>I appreciate it

Lato: This occasion calls for some music. Flure: Mister Miyaji, whenever you're ready! Miyaji: Alright.

The beautiful timbre of the piano began to fill the room afterwards.

Berrien: Hehe...things have certainly livened up quite a bit here.

>Are you sure you guys shouldn't be working? >What about the party with all the nobles?

Berrien: We have a bit of free time right now, so you don't have to worry, Master. Berrien: Actually, we had plans to surprise you on Valentine's day for some time now...

>Oh, did you now...

Berrien: The cake and drinks, and even the decorations... Berrien: We butlers happily prepared it all for you.

>Thank you, everyone...

Berrien: Everyone was so excited to work on it. We did it all for you, after all. Muu: Cake, drinks, and even music! It almost feels like a fancy party! Lucas: Well now, Master, shall we dance♪

>Pardon? > T-That was sudden

Lamli: Aww! Must be nice to get to dance with the Master... Lato: Master, please also do honor me with a dance. Lucas: Wait your turn, now♪ Lucas: Now then, this is a simple waltz, Master. Lucas: Let's enjoy the night together.

Afterwards, I had a lovely, fun time with the butlers.

The butlers looked like they were enjoying themselves, too.

Then, once the time for the nobles' party began to draw near...

The party at the Devil's Palace drew to a close.

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2,3,6,11,13,14,28,36,48,72,88,92,97,100

2. Weather is weird as hell it’s like warmer in the day and colder at night.

3. No, I overthink too much to be impulsive lol

6. I am sensitive 🥺 lol

11. I do have siblings. I have 3 step siblings, 6 half siblings, and one full blood sibling lol

13. My water bottle is Owala brand and it’s yellow because it’s a part of the Harry Potter collection.

14. I have dyed my hair. It’s always mainly been red though and then the color eventually rinsed and it ended up being like a light brown color lol. I’ve been thinking about highlighting my hair but idk if I want to deal with color again.

28. My fave non alcoholic drink is definitely lemonade but I mostly drink water and I don’t necessarily have a favorite alcoholic drink I do enjoy wine, preferably white wine. I like tequila (1942) Ciroc is good, I love mixed fruity drinks too. Anything sweet that will get me turnt is a fave. I occasionally like dark liquor.

36. Yes I do I want one child but two wouldn’t be bad either lol. And I’m not ready right now maybe in about three years lol

48. Favorite album? That’s a little hard because it’s more than one but I love Michael Jackson Invincible, Jill Scott’s Who Is Jill Scott? Beyoncé B-Day, Rihanna ANTI, Ciara has good albums too but her first two are faves lol. Drake Scorpion I loved too even though most of his albums are good. I told you it’s so many lol. Kendrick G.K.M.C. Can’t forget SZA’s CTRL.

72. I collected pins at one point I have so many pins on a jacket. I would go to Hot Topic and just buy a bunch of pins lol. I want to start collecting candles because I love them lol.

88. I’d rather go back in time. I don’t really want to know what happens in my future I like things to just happen lol if that makes sense. It’s kind of scary for me to go into the future. I’d only go back to experience things over again.

92. I worry myself to death about a lot of things but currently it doesn’t have to do with me but someone close to me. I’m worrying for them.

97. I listen to a lot of rap music lol I love to dance so anything that makes me move my hips, anything that I can just vibe to. Besides that I love neo soul/R&B music.

100. Meaning of life? Purpose and significance. Experiencing. That’s a loaded question. It can go many ways for different people.

[perhapsthanatos]

06:01 am with sungchan ♡

nct's sungchan x fem!reader (ok do u guys know that one vine where its in a party & a girl is vaping & a dude says “wow”? yeah, thats where i got my inspo from)

alternate title: after the afterparty

genre: fluff. pinning. non idol au. party!au (is that a thing?).

word count: 1250~

playlist: melodrama (the whole album) by lorde.

warnings: mentions of some of the nct dream members as well as some mentions of the loona members (not really a warning though). this is set before corona was a thing (pls dont do this now). it is set in a house party (with tension). mentions of drugs (weed), alcohol & smoking. mild swearing. making out perhaps? lower case intended.

a/n: this has been on my mind for awhile now & im really excited to put this out there! it also has more tension compared to the other works so yay :)) i also just wanna take a moment to thank the lovely @nct99 for helping me out with this plot & giving some prompts & ideas too?? :(( she is such a sweetheart & pls she is so talented too ugh im so glad we r mutuals & fellow lorde stans :(( give her love rn or else i will eat ur shower curtains (& nae i hope it was worth the wait! i wish i added more references tho lmaoo)

another graceless night and another house party. this time, it was chenle’s birthday. he is a friend of yours, known for having a huge mansion and known for throwing the best parties regardless of the occasion. come to think of it though, it could easily be the 7th one this week and it’s barely wednesday. the evening passes fast as golden rays already start to gently peek through the thin curtains of the tall windows near the living room, as bodies of wasters are sprawled all over the house.

you lean back on the couch further, a curtain of haze taking up your vision as you inhaled another hit of the fresh blunt. even with the sun rising, you still make most of what you can get before everyone (and everything) starts leaving. you never were a party person until your friends dragged you into it. since that day you found it to be a fun way to get rid of your problems and worries (even if it was just for a few hours). partying (as gross as it sounds) became a routine, even becoming its own cycle. you come, you leave and you have everything in between be a complete blur, maybe even staying completely jaded until the daylight returns. some nights it feels good to kiss and keep busy rather than face the constant harsh reality.

you turn your head to see sungchan, the back of his head resting on the top of the couch right next to you. his leather jacket rubbing against your bare arm. his eyes are closed showing off his long lashes and his pink lips are chapped and parted. he looks seraphic in this light.

to be honest, you didn’t know much about sungchan. all you knew was that he’s the new kid who started getting close with jisung barely a month ago. that led jisung to introduce him to the group and him getting welcomed in with open arms by everyone, except you. it’s not that you hate him or have anything against him, if anything he seems like the most charming people out there. you just have trouble opening up to new people especially when you’re already so comfortable with the others (which he could kind of guess already). but since he joined, he was also dragged into the party scene and often played the role as the designated driver and part-time babysitter (a role that he takes seriously along with jeno). it isn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen wrestling the bottle of gin away from hyejoo, strapping in renjun’s seat belt for him, cleaning up yerim’s vomit or carrying an unconscious donghyuck over his shoulder. come to think of it, he fits in just fine. you have often found yourself near him during parties. just kicking back and sitting in a comfortable silence with you drinking and smoking from time to time. he is the one that notices when you’ve had enough and wanted to leave. maybe you’re more alike than you think?

“feeling good?” he asks, smelling the fresh smoke. he turns his head to you and opens one of his eyes.

you only nod and sigh, turning your head back to the ceiling. waves of calmness hit your head, forcing every burden out. you were about to offer him a hit but you remembered that he would only reject it. but you take another for yourself and he can only stare, completely enamored. we watches the smoke escape your lips in slow.

the thing is, he always had some sort of thing for you. a crush? a person he found cool and therefore admired? a person who he found so damn gorgeous all the time? god knows. all he knew was that there was something in you that was so addictive. on the nights where he’d stay sober, he’d watch you sit by his side, quietly drinking up your little movements and habits. even if he hates the taste of alcohol or the smell of gasoline, he loved how your teeth would close around the liquor-wet lime slices that would sit on the side of your cup and how your smoke always finds a way to leave him stained. he would constantly be falling into this fixation of you. you are etched into his mind as the embodiment of perfection even if you have multiple flaws just like he does. his mind constantly lays restless during the most ungodly hours while all of his dreams show you and him in different dimensions. it hurts him to violently like you like this but how can he not resist when the heartache came from you?

“sungchan,” you quietly call out, turning your head back to him, only to see him already staring.

“hm?” he takes one of your hands, in case you wanted to get up and couldn’t walk.

“may i try something?” you ask him, curiously with your hooded eyes barely holding on to consciousness.

“what is it?” he sits up, trying to help.

you gently push him back into the couch and straddle his hips. his eyes slightly widen and his cheeks turn a rosy red.

“ah, y/n, you’re fucking high.” he warns, stroking your hair and leaning further back.

you only giggle. your finger lifts his chin up, making him look directly at you. his shaky eyes are too irresistible.

“tell me when you wanna stop.”

you take the blunt, inhaling deeply. he continues to hold you, admiring the view while he’s at it.

you then gently pulled him closer by the neck (quite slowly incase he wanted to oppose) to leave an open-mouthed kiss on his plum lips to transfer the smoke into his mouth. he does not fight the feeling, how can he when your lips are the softest thing he has ever felt? the smoke began to seep through as he started to move his lips, eliciting a groan from you. is this what euphoria feels like? his grip on your waist tightens as your arms wrap around his neck, prompting him to go further.

sungchan, almost breathless pulls on your bottom lip, bruising them to then pull away to work at your neck, licking and leaving kisses all over. butterflies filled your stomach for the first time in awhile. you never felt this way towards another person in too long. is it love or desperation? you watch the smoke flow away so gracefully around your bodies, despite what just happened. sungchan pulls away and looks at you, his eyes holding the world. you pray that you didn’t frighten him away.

“you do not know how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers, his forehead against yours. you smile in return, pulling away to place a small kiss on his jaw which clenches from the sudden contact. you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as his head rests on yours and his cold hands trace patterns against the skin of your back.

“know i think you’re fucking awesome, right?” you hum, making him smile like an idiot.

“hm, no. but i think you should know that i think you’re really fucking awesome, right?” he says holding you tighter and gently swaying from side to side.

“you wanna leave here and get some mcdonalds or something?”

“ooo, what ever happened to the babysitter and designated driver, hm? so what, you plan to leave them here hungover and defenseless?”

“shut up, it’s already dawn. they can take an uber. i just wanna spend time with you right now.”

“alright.”

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