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kaislittleheadliner · 11 months

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Babysitting for the Detective - Colin Zabel

x fem!reader

CW: age gap, fingering, sex

wc: 4.6k

Colin was stumped on what to do. He'd been called in to work for a potentially big lead on the case they were working on, but he had no one to help look after his son. His mother had gone away and his usual babysitter had left town for summer break. His choices were close to none, until he called the only person he thought he could to get some advice.

"Hey Zabel," Mare didn't seem phased by the late night call, Colin knew she was already in the office.

"Hey.. Mare.. I need some help. It's about Mikey," Colin rubbed the side of his face as he sat across from Mikey in his rocker, who was asleep and tightly swaddled.

"Oh shit, is he okay?" Colin could hear Mare getting up in a hurry and leaving her office.

"Yes! Yes he's okay," Colin quickly convinced Mare so she wouldn't rush to his house, "I just don't have anyone to look after him tonight, I know we've made a potential lead and you all need me at the station."

"Oh right," Mare paused for a moment to get her breath back, "There's a girl I know.." Mare pauses again, a lump forming in her throat, "used to be good friends with.."

"Mare? Are you okay?" Colin clutched the phone to his ear, noticing her change in tone.

"Yeah sorry. Anyway, there's a girl I know who can look after Mikey for you, she's just a college kid, but real good with Drew when she comes around, I can call her?"

Colin sighed a breath of relief knowing he could trust Mare, and that he didn't have to let his team down.

"That would be great, give her my address if she's free, I'll meet her and then I'll come down," despite his relief, Colin still had to make sure this girl was someone he could see looking after his baby.

"Sure, call you back," the line went dead, and Colin put down his phone.

Mikey still slept peacefully in his rocker as Colin took a second to glance at him. It wasn't easy being a single working father, who had the constant pressure of wanting to be perfect for his son. He wanted to be home with him all the time, watch his son grow up, but he couldn't without making a living. A living he needed to give his son the best life he could.

Colin got up off the couch and walked towards sleeping Mikey. He reached down and picked up the rocker as carefully as he could, and relocated him to the doorway of his bathroom.

Colin took the opportunity to shower and get ready for work, keeping an eye on Mikey as he stood under the running water.

Mare had left a message for him in the meantime, saying the girl was free, her name was Y/N and she'd be around in 10 minutes. Colin didn't get the message until he stepped out of the shower, and then the doorbell rung.

"Shit," Colin cursed, wrapping a towel around his dripping body, trying to figure out what to do next.

When the doorbell rang a second time, Colin had no choice but to rush to the door, already feeling bad he needed your help last minute and was making you wait.

Trying not to slip on the floorboards, Colin rushed to the door, opening it only a few inches to peek his head out.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, Mare told me you needed a babysitter?"

Colin was too busy staring at you, he almost forgot to reply. Hell, he never thought he'd set his eyes on someone so beautiful in his life. Feeling his heart pick up pace, he clears his throat to distract himself and opens the door wider.

You were just as much in shock to see the town's detective in nothing but a towel. His wet hair covered his forehead and little droplets of water covered the expanse of his chest. He was so much younger than you'd imagined, and also a lot more attractive.

"Sorry! Yes, come in," Colin invites you inside and shuts the door behind you.

"Also I have to apologise for coming to the door in just a towel, time has been tight tonight," Colin shoots you a sheepish smile as you awkwardly stand in his front passageway.

"Mikey's just in my bedroom, I'll get dressed and bring him out," you nod with a small smile, and watch Colin's back as he rushes back towards his bedroom.

Making yourself comfortable, you sit on his sofa with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Your eyes wonder Colin's living room. You notice that, based on the lack of furniture and decor, he was living here alone with Mikey. Toys were sprawled across a small, blue play mat and soda cans littered the coffee table. Looking further into the kitchen, you noticed a pile of dishes by the sink and an abundance of empty feeding bottles. You could just sense from his home that Colin was overwhelmed, and it made you glad you could help him.

"Here he is! He's awake!" Colin appears from his bedroom holding his son close to his chest, now clothed in a simple blue button up and black dress pants. You kinda missed the towel.

You took a moment to allow Colin to come over to you, and shortly he sat down beside you. You lean in closer to get a glance at Mikey's little face.

"He's the cutest baby I've ever seen!" You shriek in excitement, reaching out and slotting your finger in his palm.

Mikey babbles and let's out a small giggle as you make a face at him. Colin's heart only picks up pace seeing how good you are already with his son. He knows Mikey is in safe hands.

Mikey leans back and sits on Colin's lap. Colin keeps his hands around him as he bobs him on his knee.

"Yeah he's pretty perfect," Colin chuckles, leaving a small kiss on Mikey's head, "he's a pretty easy baby, luckily for me."

Mikey's wide eyes stare into yours, and your heart almost bursts. Surprisingly to Colin, he leans over and opens his arms out for you to hold him.

"Is it okay if..?" You ask, biting down on your bottom lip as Mikey begins to fuss.

"Oh! Yeah of course! He's never usually this friendly with anyone else," Colin lets out a small laugh as he passes Mikey to you.

Mikey takes to you immediately, resting his small chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your neck. You have to stop yourself from squealing from how cute this little boy is.

"Okay so, I'll be out for the night, I'll be back at about ten-thirty," Colin stands as he begins to explain Mikey's routine, "He had his bath at five, and I fed him his bottle, so really all I need is for him to be put to bed in his crib."

You nod along as Colin shows you where the bottles are kept in case he wakes up hungry and explains anything else you need to know, including where Mikey's bedroom is down the hall.

"There's some snacks in the fridge, help yourself to anything you want, or order in, here's a twenty for now," Colin takes a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and sets it on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you," you say finally, as Colin collects his work files and keep cup.

"No, thank you! I know this is short notice and I appreciate you coming out to help," Colin reaches out and brushes his hand across your upper arm in gratitude. His touch has your face heat up, and you hope he doesn't notice.

"I'll see you in a few hours, thank you again!" Colin leans over and plants a kiss on Mikey's head and before you know it, he's escaping out the front door.

"Okay little guy," you rock Mikey in your arms, "let's play and then I'll tuck you in."

Colin got home just after ten-thirty. The thought of his babysitter was distracting him more than he'd like it to. He spent most of the night with the same image of you standing at his front door playing over and over in his head. He didn't know what is was about you that was so captivating, apart from your undeniable beauty. Part of him wondered if it was just your willingness to help that had him all worked up. Or the fact that Mikey had taken a liking to you straight away, like some weird sign from the universe.

When Colin finally made his way inside, he set everything down in the kitchen. His eyebrows knit together as he scoured the living room, expecting to see you on his couch. In the process, he noticed his house was a lot tidier than it was when he left. You'd taken the time to clean up for him. The pile of dishes were gone, and the soda cans were all in the trash. Colin ran his finger tip along the top of the microwave. Spotless. Not an ounce of dust on any surface. As if you could get any better.

Colin lays down his coat, and heads to Mikey's room first. He opens the door and sees little Mikey on his tummy in his sleep suit, soundly asleep in his crib. Colin breathes a sigh of relief seeing his son tucked up in bed, and closes the door softly behind him.

On his mission to find you, he stops short at his bedroom door. Illuminated by the light in the hallway, he finally sees you, sprawled across his bed and snoring softly. Colin chuckles to himself, and his pushes the door open wider, letting more light in. He'd hate to wake you up, but knew you had to get home, and he had to go to bed.

The light from the hallway filtering into the bedroom was enough to stir you from your sleep. You groan and rub the sleep from your eyes. Something hard pressed against your chest, and feeling for it, you realise you'd fallen asleep cuddling the baby monitor.

"Hey, you awake?" You hear Colin's voice from the doorway and you sit up immediately. Shit. You weren't supposed to fall asleep, especially not in his bed.

"Oh! Colin, I'm so sorry I didn't-" Colin laughs and steps into the room.

"Can I turn the light on?" He asks with grin, and after you nod your head, he switches it on.

You eyes squint as they adjust to the harsh overhead lighting. Colin leans against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly amused you’d found your way into his bed and fell asleep.

You get up quickly, readjusting your shirt as you stand by the bed. Colin says nothing, watching you reorganise yourself to leave.

“I’m really sorry, your bed just looked so comfy,” you say with a small laugh, praying that he wouldn’t mind.

Colin just laughs and nods his head.

“No no, it’s totally fine, I don’t mind at all,” he bites down on his bottom lip, his gaze filtering over your outfit. The tiniest shorts he’d ever seen. And he didn’t mind it.

“Okay, I guess I should get going?” You ask as if it’s a question, looking up into his dark eyes. They glaze over with something you don’t quite recognise. Colin was trying his hardest to keep himself together. He hadn’t had another person in his bed since he split with his fiancé. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes, and brought on so many emotions. Not like he wasn’t already totally captivated with you to begin with.

“I’ll go get your money,” Colin finally speaks, backing out of the room and back towards his belongings in the kitchen.

“Oh shit!” You curse under your breath, rummaging through your bag for your house keys. It looks like you left them at home, and you know for a fact there was no other way you could get inside. Not until the morning anyway, when you could ring your landlord.

“Everything okay?” Colin appears beside you, holding a fifty-dollar bill.

“Um yeah- sorry. I just- I forgot my stupid house keys,” you ramble, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to search through every compartment of your bag, hoping they would appear. How embarrassing.

“You didn’t leave them anywhere else, did you?” Colin asks sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“Ugh- I don’t know! I don’t remember ever taking them out of my bag,” you shake your head in frustration, and drop the bag back onto the sofa.

“Hey don’t worry about it, do you live with anyone? Anyone we can call?” He was quick to try and work up a solution, like a good detective, but they wouldn’t fix the problem. Not at this time of night.

“I live alone, and my landlord won’t be available until the morning,” you explain wearily, slowly accepting the fact that you might need to camp out in your car for the night.

“Look, you can always stay here if you’d like?” Colin offers, nervously rubbing up and down his upper arm, “it’s late, and it’s not super safe to drive out there right now.”

“No no! I would hate to intrude! Honestly my car is fine,” you laugh nervously, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Just stay here, take the bed even. Honestly, it’ll be my pleasure.”

You stare up at Colin as a smile spreads across his face.

“I know you think it’s comfy,” he teases with a sing-song tone.

You let out a small laugh as you consider it. It’s not like it’s a wild idea, you were already there. And he was right, it’s not the best time to be driving home anyway. Or to sleep in your car.

“Are you sure? I’ll definitely be on the couch,” you ask with hesitation.

“I’m positive. Look, I’ll go get changed, and then we can sit out here for a bit so you don’t feel so uneasy staying at a weird man’s house,” Colin jokes, pointing a thumb towards his bedroom.

“Okay, I don’t think you’re weird,” you say with a laugh.

“Okay good, I’ll be back,” Colin leaves towards his bedroom and closes the door.

You sit back down on the sofa, wondering what the fuck just happened, and why you couldn’t just remember to bring your house keys. In the meantime, Colin’s heart raced as he changed out of his work clothes. He didn’t know why he was so quick to offer for you to stay over. Was it to spend more time with you? He tried to persuade himself to tone it down. He was convinced you could see the way he looked at you. He didn’t want to come off as some creep.

Unbeknownst to him, you didn’t think Colin was a creep. You didn’t know much about him, but you felt safe with him regardless. Maybe it was because he was a cop. Or a single dad. He wasn’t a threat, he was more like a big, cuddly bear.

A sexy, big, cuddly bear wrapped waist down in nothing but a towel and with the most handsome face you’d ever seen.

Colin appears in the living room again in a pair of sweats and plain white t-shirt. You caught a whiff of his cologne as he passed by you, and the smell pleasantly filled your nose. He even smelt delicious.

“So,” Colin sits down beside you, “how did everything with Mikey go? Was he good?”

“He was an angel,” you gush, holding your face in your hands, “he went straight to bed with no trouble at all. He hasn’t stirred since.”

“Yeah he’s a great baby, I’m so fortunate I get a full 8 hours most nights,” Colin laughs softly.

“How was work?” You ask tentatively, unsure how much he could actually share, especially with the classified job he did.

“Yeah it was alright, we got a lot of work done on the case. Again, I’m so grateful you could make it over tonight,” Colin praises, offering you a big smile.

“It’s my pleasure, I barely had to do anything!”

“You cleaned the whole house! That definitely wasn’t nothing!”

You blush as you look down at your hands. He was really nice, it made you feel all tingly.

“It was no trouble at all, I’m happy I got to help out.”

The conversation only grew from there. You spoke about college, how Colin ended up in Easttown, and shared stories about your lives. Colin ended up opening up about his ex fiancé after grabbing a couple of beers. You sympathised with him, resting a hand on his knee to show your support.

“It was over long before it ended. I just haven’t had the time to get back out there. Plus, most women aren’t jumping at the chance to date a single dad,” Colin jokes, but his mind is distracted by the hand you’d placed on his knee. The heat from your palm radiated onto his skin. It sent weird shocks of electricity up his spine.

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you and Mikey in their lives,” you look up into Colin’s eyes, your hand still on his knee.

The room falls silent as you stare intensely into each-other’s eyes. There was an obvious sexual tension between the two of you, that neither of you were smart enough to acknowledge. Or maybe Colin was just choosing to ignore it.

Colin eventually clears his throat, ending the moment to look down at his watch.

“I guess I should get to bed, I didn’t even realise it was past twelve.”

“Oh shit, really?” You laugh, “I’m so sorry, get to bed.”

“Oh I’m sleeping here miss, you get the bed,” Colin gets up and leaves to his bedroom. He comes out with a pillow and a blanket.

Shocked he’d even offer his bed up, you shake your head, not willing to accept that.

“No way, you have a big boy job, that requires big boy sleep. I’m on the couch,” you say firmly, taking the pillow and blanket from his hands.

Colin scoffs, and with a mischievous smirk, snatched the pillow and blanket back.

“No I will not have a lady sleep on my couch, get in the bed before I lose it,” he jokes, sitting back down on the couch.

Standing before him, you huff and lunge to grab at the pillow again. But being unsteady on your feet, you fall forwards, right into his lap. Horrified at yourself, you try and get up, to only rub your chest up against his face by accident.

Colin’s eyes widen as he processes the very accidental, but very fortunate, series of events that just unfolded.

Your face burns red as you steady yourself again on your feet. You just shoved your tits in this poor man’s face!

“I am so sorry, I did not mean to do that,” you giggle nervously, “I’ll just go to bed.”

“Hey,” Colin reaches out and grabs onto your arm to stop you. For the millionth time that night alone, you catch yourself in a trance as you stare into his eyes.

“I didn’t mind it, not one bit,” Colin takes a stab in the dark and doesn’t let go of your arm in the process.

When you don’t reply, he lets out a small sigh.

“You’re really beautiful, anyone ever tell you that?”

Your lips curve into a small smile as the embarrassment dies down. How was he so good at making you feel all hot and flustered? He was so sickly sweet. In the best way possible.

“Not really,” you mumble, as Colin’s hand travels down your arm until eventually, he grabs onto your hand.

“Well, you are, I mean it,” he breathes out, his lips parting only slightly.

Your gaze flickers between his lips and his eyes. They almost look like they’re begging. Begging to be taken by yours in the nastiest, most sensual of kisses.

What washed over you? You don’t know. But you lean down and connect your lips to the detective’s. The detective you just babysat for. The sexiest damn detective you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Your haste decision pays off as Colin kisses you back. His hands hungrily reach out for your hips, and he pulls you down into his lap. Your knees straddle either side of his thighs.

Colin is hard almost instantly. It had been so long since he’d kissed someone, let alone had someone sit in his lap. He didn’t care about anything else right now but you on top of him. He was totally enraptured by you.

It showed as his tongue darted out of his mouth to part your lips. You eagerly let him in, settling your hands on his broad shoulders and squeezing softly. Your hips involuntarily grind down into the bulge in his sweats as he tilts his head to the side to get a better angle at your mouth. Colin moans softly into the kiss, his grip on your hips only tightening.

Your mind goes blank as your fingers bundle up his shirt. All you wanted was to get it off. Just to see that sculpted chest again. No matter how inappropriate this might be right now.

The kiss breaks momentarily as Colin tugs his shirt above his head. His lips are back on yours in an instant, and your fingertips explore the expanse of his bare skin.

“Fuck,” Colin mutters out of the kiss, as you grind your hips down into him a second time.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, his lips red and swollen as he asks your permission.

“Yes, please,” you say quickly, connecting your lips back to Colin’s like they were a drug.

Colin slides you off his lap, laying you down on your back on the sofa. His big, warm hands ride up your shirt until you bring it over your head. His kisses litter your jawline, and then down your neck. He’s slots between your open legs, his bulge positioned deliciously against your heat. You pulse in need for him. This was not how you were expecting things to go, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Colin unclasps your bra and tosses it onto the floor. He immediately takes one of your taunt nipples in his mouth, suckling on his gently. Your back arches up off the sofa as the first little moan leaves your lips. Colin’s cock twitches just hearing the sound. He needed more.

Your shorts are next to go, leaving you in only your panties. Your fingers tangle in Colin’s hair as he runs as a fingers up your clothed slit. A small wet patch taints the fabric.

“Colin,” his name rolls of your tongue with urgency.

Colin let’s out a breathy laugh, circling your clothed clit under the pad of his thumb. He applies just enough pressure to have the heat build between your legs and knots form in your stomach.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your panties next, pulling them off your legs. The sight of you left bare in front of him almost has him salivating.

“How is every part of you so damn fucking perfect?” He growls, applying pressure back on your clit.

Breathy moans escape your parted lips as your eyes fall shut. Colin takes the chance to spit directly on your little bundle of nerves before he’s circling against it again.

“That feels so good,” you pant, your nails scraping his scalp.

“You’re so wet baby, fuck,” Colin’s fingers dip down to your sopping entrance. It glistens with your sweet, sticky arousal.

“Yes! Yes oh my god,�� you whine as Colin uses his middle finger to part your folds and sink inside you. His finger thrusts in knuckle deep, filling you up between your plushy walls. He thrusts it slowly, rubbing up time and time again against your sweet spot. Every nudge against it has your whimpering and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. When he adds a second finger, he curls them up into the spot he felt swells to his touch.

“Oh fuck! Right there!” Your eyes open as Colin begins to pick up the pace of his fingers, teasing your sweet spot blissfully.

His thumb rests against your throbbing clit again, rubbing small circles in sync with his thrusting fingers. Pleasure overwhelms all your senses. Your thighs begin to shake around his hand as a strong wave of intense bliss washes over you. Colin groans as you come undone, watching your perky breasts bounce as you fuck yourself against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.

Heaving to get your breath back, you lay still while Colin crawls on top of you, admiring the way your eyes glaze over in post-orgasm elation. He tugs down his sweats and boxers, letting his erection spring out from its confines.

You take it immediately in your hand, not surprised by his girth. You knew he’d stretch you to your limits, and you were more than ready.

You stroke him in your palm, lathering his length in his viscous pre cum.

“I need to feel you,” Colin begs, capturing your lips in another sloppy kiss.

“Then fuck me, detective,” a sick smile spread across your face as you guide his cock towards your soaked entrance, pushing his tip between your folds.

Colin’s eye widen in pleasant surprise. Never had he ever have someone call him detective in bed. And god, did he love it.

“Oh I will sweetheart,” Colin pushes his cock between your pulsing walls, and you invite him in with ease. Your tight cunt swallows every inch he has to offer you.

“Fuck!” He hisses, bottoming out inside you, “my god, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

Your fingers claw at his bare shoulders as he begins to thrust his hips. Colin brings your knees to your chest. He fills you to the brim over and over, angling his hips in a way that pushes him inside you deeper than ever before.

Colin wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you close as he snaps his hips against yours. A scream nearly leaves your throat as his tip brushes against your sweet spot.

“Shhhh,” Colin breathes into your ear, “Mikey’s sleeping.”

Your lips press together in a tight line to stop yourself from waking him up this late at night. You try your hardest to contain yourself as Colin continues to bury himself impossibly deeper inside you.

“Fuck fuck fuck- I’m gonna cum,” Colin pants into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. He was so fucking hot.

Your fingernails run up his back.

“Cum for me, detective,” you whisper seductively into his ear.

Colin is quick to pull out, stroking himself to completion all over your dripping cunt. The image of his hand wrapped tightly around his cock and the sound of his moans as he finishes will forever be imprinted in your brain.

You hold your legs to your chest as his cum begins to seep from your cunt, basking in the moment for a little while longer.

Colin uses his shirt to scoop up his cum and throws it onto the floor. He runs a hand through his tousled hair as you lay sprawled on his sofa.

“Fuck that was…” he trails off, resting a hand on your knee as you rest your feet in his lap.

“Incredible,” you finish for him, giggling as he laughs in disbelief.

“You’re right, incredible is definitely the word.”

“So much for just babysitting huh?” You cheek, sitting up and sitting close to him.

“Looking after Mikey and daddy, aren’t you a good girl,” he teases, leaning over to press another kiss to your cheek.

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how would the evans react to a giggly and affectionate drunk!reader?

The Evans with a Drunk Reader

Drunk! Evans link :)

not just descriptions but i tried to think of some specific nice scenarios :) (no austin today but everybody else) enjoy !

Tate -Loves it because he needs attention and affection -You come home from a party drunk as hell and try to get yourself into bed -Tate sets out pjamas for you, helps you go brush your teeth, and lays you down in bed on your side -If you’re overly giddy and excited he’ll try and calm you down -He’ll lay you down in bed and wipe your makeup off for you, shushing you to sleep -It probably doesn’t work and you stay giggly, but Tate keeps trying - “Hey now-”, Tate says softly squatting by your bed. - “You’re an all star!”, you laugh and sing. - “Shhh”, Tate tries to coo, not being able to hide his smile

Kit -Kit loves seeing you drunk -Kit used to put the clock backs on New Years Eve so that the kids could go to bed at a reasonable time, but now he just lets them stay up with you -He lets them have a little champagne and celebrate, but that’s if they even stay awake long enough -He’s a Cool Dad so he lets them go to bed without brushing their teeth on New Years, so he carries them straight to bed at 00:02 -But when they’re tucked in bed with a glistening kiss on their forehead, you and Kit stay up -You drink a lot of champagne - “Gimme anuder kiss”, you say, pulling Kit’s face into yours, smushing his cheeks -You kiss him on his pouty squished lips and gasp, “You’re too cute!”, you smush his face -Kit laughs, “Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink doll” - “Mmm who says?” - “I do”, Kit says with authority and picks up the bottle of champagne - “Hey!”, you whine, trying to pull it from him, but before you know it, he walks over to the kitchen and puts the bottle on top of the fridge - “That’s not fair, I can’t reach that”, you lay back on the sofa in a huff - “That’s the point”, he laughs softly, “We’ve drank enough”, he says, in an effort to keep you calm and peaceful - “Who says!”, you ask again. “I do”, he repeats. “Kit, your husband, you know me?” -“And you who made you man of the house hm?”, you sit up and cross your arms across your chest -Kit laughs, and bends over. He picks you up and throws you over one shoulder - “Oooooooooooo, I’m in troubleeee”, you sing -Kit slaps your butt once, sending you into a fit of giggles -Kit’s a Cool Husband, so he tucks you into bed without brushing your teeth at 01:02, and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the forehead - “Eww”, you wipe your forehead dramatically -Kit fakes a tantrum and stomps over to his side of the bed, “If you don’t want my kisses, fine”, he lays in bed on his back and crosses his arms, mocking you -This hurts your little drunk heart, so you shake the entire bed flipping yourself over to face Kit and throw yourself on top of him, “I’m sorry”, you kiss him on the cheek -He wraps his big arms around you and holds you to fall asleep on him, rubbing your back -The best way to start a New Year

Frat Kyle -Of course, you’re drunk at a frat party -Kyle has had a crush on you for a while, so he’s incredibly protective of you when you come to parties -He needs to make sure no other guys are chatting to you -But he’s not supervising you the entire night, so Kyle doesn’t realise how drunk you are until one of his frat boys points it out - “Come Kyle, Y/N is dancing on the bar!” -Kyle follows out of curiosity, and his eyes widen seeing you prancing around on top of the kitchen island, kicking red solo cups out of the way as you dance -He cuts through a wave of people to get to you -You drunkenly step on a plastic shot glass, almost falling off, but Kyle picks you up by your legs before you can hurt yourself - “Shows over”, he declares, making some of the guys who were looking under your skirt groan -He places you on the ground carefully, feeling how sticky you are all over your body from beer and other various dried drinks -He carefully leads you to the bathroom, with his arm under yours -You look over at the serious expression on his face and how gently he leads you up the few steps on the way to the bathroom -You squint ‘seriously’ as you look at him, but he’s too busy looking at the floor to notice -You poke his cheek - “I like you” -Kyle looks up at you and smiles, before reminding himself how drunk you are -He leads you to the bathroom to freshen you up - “Thanks, I like you too”, he replies, taking a towel and wetting it - “Can I tell you a secret?”, you whisper, and keep talking before Kyle can answer. “I liiiiike you” -Kyle looks deeply into your eyes, not sure whether to trust you, or how serious you are -As you see the clogs turning behind his eyes, you give him a big grin and lean closer to his face - “But don’t tell yourself” - “Huh?” - “I said, it’s a secret! Can’t tell” -Kyle smiles, “No problem, I won’t tell Kyle”, he whispers back -You smile and kiss his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck for balance

Franken Kyle -Kyle doesn’t really remember what alcohol is or how it works after his death, but all he knows is that sometimes when he can’t fall asleep, and he goes to look for you, you’re in the kitchen and you smell funny -When you’re drinking funny juice and smell weird then you’re extra cuddly to him -You give him lots of slobbery kisses and he loves the attention -He likes when you drink funny juice -He goes to the kitchen after his bed time one night and you’re just doing paper work in the kitchen -He comes for a cuddle with his arms wide open and walks over to you - “Ky, it’s bed time, what are you doing?” -He comes up to you and smells you - “no funny juice :(“

Jimmy -Is probably drunk with you -Sex when you’re both a little drunk is the best, because Jimmy’s already such a fun, silly, relaxed guy -Alcohol gets rid of his last inhibitions and he’s very comfortable with his body -Won’t get too into it, but dirty talk -If you’re drunk and he’s not, he likes to joke around with you -He loves to scare you and see you flinch -But only if it makes you mad -If you get upset, he knows he took it too far - “C’mere”, he says with open arms, but you push him away. “I wanna be your safety, I’m sorry”, he says. - :(

James -The most patient -He’d walk past the bar and see you laughing at one of Liz’s jokes, and come up behind you -He’d slide his hands around your waist and kiss your shoulder, unexpectedly making you jump - “My darling you are awfully jumpy- and you seem to be slurring your words quite a bit, you aren’t having a stroke are you?” - “Nooooo Jimmy, just having fun” - “Oh dear, that’s quite enough of that happy juice” -He’d lovingly guide you by the hand back to your room from the bar - “My angel, if you require head soothing medication tomorrow do let me know, I will have somebody bring it immediately” -He kind of just ignores any excessive comments of drunken foolery -He accepts kisses though -He’s not crazy -He puts you into bed and slides his hand around your back for a short while -He also loves taking off your false eyelashes when you wear them, so he does that, but probably doesn’t know to wipe any more makeup off - “Can you tell me a bed time story Jamesy?”, you yawn - “Oh my love, you are incredibly cute, but you aren’t a child” -Tears well up in your eyes - “Once upon a time, in a hotel far far away…”

Precult Kai -Very accepting of the love and affection you give him -You come over to the Anderson’s house for Winter’s birthday -You’ve had a crush on Kai for weeks, but you’ve always been to timid to do anything about it -But alcohol helps with being timid - “Kaiiii!”, you shout in a sing-song voice down the stairs of the basement. “I’m coming downnnn”, you slur your words. You carefully plonk down each step making a thud each time. -Kai’s just awkwardly watching you walk down the stairs towards him, not understanding why you came to him uninvited. But when he realises you’re drunk, he gets off the sofa to help you down the last few steps. He stands on the steps below yours and holds your hand and waist as you step down each one. -You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him on the forehead, “mmm thank you” -He laughs quietly - “Surprise!”, you jump up, and Kai manages to scoop your legs just in time to catch you bridal style with his arm still around your waist. You kick your feet back and forth happily as he carries you to the couch and flops you down. -You burst into a fit of giggles, looking over at his open laptop - “What’s … four chan?”, you ask, making Kai slam his screen down -Kai’s not the most patient with kids, so you in this state wasn’t something he was prepared mentally to deal with - “Uh, are you okay? I mean you’re drunk, but you’re good, right?” -He just sits next to you and puts something on the television, hoping you’ll fall asleep, but instead, when you sit next to him and cuddle up to him, he freezes, losing all confidence -You put your head on his shoulder and fall asleep -He does not move -He probably texts Winter what he should do

Cult Kai -As a whole, Kai doesn’t allow drinking in the cult, he finds it a distraction -This man takes 20 Adderalls a minute to enhance his thinking, he’s not gonna use anything that ruins that -But sometimes he allows it, as a tool to celebrate a big win or accomplishment -Kai still doesn’t drink, since you can’t mix Adderall and alcohol -Even in a good mood Kai has his limits so he might let you hold his hand or sit close to him, but probably won’t allow too much PDA, especially in front of other cult members, especially especially if he didn’t prompt it but you did -Affection only happens in his control -If you wander off to the kitchen for another drink he’ll follow you and whisper some things in your ear -Dirty things, or maybe praise -Telling you how proud he is of you for whatever you did recently that he liked -He’ll also tuck you into bed at 2am latest, with a pack of ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table -It sounds sweet but he just wants you back to normal the next day, no time for a hangover when you could be helping him dominate the world

Peter -Basques in the attention - “I loooove you”, you sing to Peter as he drives you home - “Really? No way”, Peter teases. - “Really! Like really really!” -He laughs at everything you do -Picks you up and throws you on the bed, wrestling you into laying down - “Wow you’re stronger than I thought”, he mumbles -So he just lays down on you - “Get off!”, you whine and poke him - “Hooo mimimimi”, he fake snores

Colin -Imagine that your friends called him because you were at a party and you were getting too drunk -So Colin drives over to your friend’s house and comes to the door, not knowing what to expect, if you were blacked out, or if he had to carry you -Instead when one of your friends opens the door, he sees you on the floor with someone trying to put your shoes on - “C’mon Y/N”, your friend wrestles, trying to get your shoes on, but you just stare at him, giggling and wriggles your feet around -Colin comes in and takes your shoe from your friend, who sighs and walks away. Colin kneels down on the ground in front of you, and when he comes into your line of vision, you open your mouth - “Colin!”, you gasp excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing his cheek -Colin smiles, “I’m here to take you home” - “Nuuuuu not home”, you pout. “Yes home”, Colin laughs. “Home’s good! There’s ice cream” - “mmmm” -Colin would absolutely entertain all of the silly giggly things you would say - “Is that so? And then what happened?” -The way some parents talk to their babbling babies - “Wowie! That’s so great!” -He finds everything you affectionately say adorable and hilarious -He drives you both home, listening to you talking about the party, before you get completely silent -You’re resting on his jacket against the window, drooling and almost falling asleep - “Oh, goodnight baby”, he says softly not to startle you - “Night Coli”, you mumble -Colin drives really slow and avoids all the pot holes -So that you sleep fine :)

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