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tavern-aa · 3 years

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Hi~ can i still request using prompt? i want to request percy jackson with top male reader if can. Reader take Percy home because he's too drunk after a celebration. Percy let out his feeling for Reader, then like Smut. 14+11. But Reader only want to when Percy sober. Percy keep begging Reader and eventually Reader give up. When Percy sober the next morning, he blush hard after remember it, but still he love all of it. :D

A/N: Hi, this is Leviathan...I have been putting these off for so long because I am a little bitch. I would have written these sooner but I am infact, very dumb, so I do apologize for that. Writer's block and depression and classes starting back up and yeah sorry. These are gonna be headcannons, I'm taking a break from writing fics for a while; my brain doesn't have big thoughts so fics are hard for me rn.

Warnings: NSFW, drinking,

x Male Reader

Part 2

Percy Jackson

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

The first thing he does when you two walk out of the door of the party is puke

You would think he'd be able to hold his liquor

No, mans doubles over and empties his stomach right on the lawn

You just hoist him back up into a standing position and help him walk/drag him back to his cabin

"Hey...Hey Y/N, you know I-I love you man...Shit man you're just, wow."

His words are so slurred, you can barely understand him at all

He has this really dopey grin on his face as he continues to babble incoherently

When you reach his cabin, you carefully get him inside and usher him over to his cot

This is where he starts to babble about how pretty your eyes are and how nice you smell and how strong and handsome you are

You can't help but laugh a little at his mindless chatter as you walk over to his hygiene pack and pull out his toothbrush and such

"Percy...yeah yeah my eyes are pretty, I get it, let's brush your teeth okay? They're gonna get gross after puking"

"But, I don't wanna Y/N"

His voice is whiny as you help him over to the basin to help brush his teeth

His black hair is matted against his face with sweat but it doesn't make him look gross or anything of the sort

Instead, he looks absolutely ravishing

His eyes are glistening and yet they're cloudy due to his drunken state

"Y/N"

This comes out much clearer

"What is it, Perce?"

"I love you"

"I know dork"

You hush him as you usher him back to his cot, carefully helping him remove his sweat soaked shirt

"No...Y/N, I-I'm in love with you"

This has you frozen in space

What?

There is no way he likes you....

There's just no way

"Percy, you're drunk, you're saying stuff you don't mean"

"No! I'm fine!"

The slurring of his words beg to differ but you decide not to mention that

"Okay, so say that this isn't just you being drunk...why are you telling me this now?"

You wouldn't admit this at any other time, but your hands are shaking like crazy

"I...I just felt like I should tell you...I just got...so tired of hiding, I guess"

You sigh and let yourself sit on the edge of Percy's cot

"I- fuck, Percy, I didn't wanna tell you while you're like this...I love you, too I mean, I do. I'm in love with you, have been for years, but..."

"But? But what?"

"I just don't want you to forget about this in the morning is all"

Percy looks conflicted before he leans closer to your body

"Y/N, have sex with me"

You're completely bewildered, where did this come from first of all. Second of all, why is this the conclusion he came to?

"Percy, I'm not going to sleep with you while you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying"

"Yes I do! Gods damn it Y/N! Please, I just...please, I want you, I want to be with you. In every way possible, please"

You felt your heart clench in your chest before another sigh left your lips

"I...Alright, just, fuck, alright...I don't want you to regret this"

Percy immediately attaches your lips together in a heated embrace

It takes you by surprise, but you catch him by the waist

The taste of the mint toothpaste is strong on his tongue as both your wet muscles wrestle for dominance

You quickly overpower him and gently lay him on his back, crawling over his body

The sight below you leaves you speechless

His cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen from the passionate kisses you gave him

His torso is exposed and his pink nipples are fully on show, tormenting you, tempting you to take them into your mouth

And you do just that

A small squeak leaves Percy's lips as you attach your lips to the sensitive buds, your teeth grazing against them softly before you let your teeth clamp down on the surrounding skin

His fingers trail into your hair trying to get a grip on the strands as another sound escapes him.

"Shhh baby boy, we don't want anyone to hear us do we?"

Percy let out a whimper before he shook his head 'no' and pulled your lips back to his own

A/N: It wont let me write any more than this so this is part 1?

#percy jackson #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo #hoo #toa #pjo x reader #pjo x male reader #x male reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader

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writterings · 3 years

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tw vent, mentions of police brutality, and tbh incoherent drunk thoughts that don't represent the nuanced thoughts sober me has

please don't reblog

anyways hm. weirdly traumatic night??? anyways like i'm drunk rn bc poor coping mechanisms but like idk abt the whole replacing cops with mental health workers because my friend had a severe panic attack on campus tonight where she was catatonic tonight in her car and ppl called the cops on her and it was so scary to fucking watching. and i was there for four hours trying to make sure she would be okay. like they took the whole "mental health" approach where they talked her down but like they wouldn't let me or her other friends near her AT ALL tonight and it was horrifying esp since she's black and it's, like, white cops and she has been genuinely traumatized by all the police brutality in the news lately. like i think i'm crying rn i'm really drunk and there's a more lot to this sorry but god god i'm so upset and i just want to hold my friend close rn but she's in a whole different building i'm not allowed in bc of covid and just. and just. god. i'm gonna cry i just want her to be safe and happy but it looks like that's not going to happen for a while. and i just, she has to move so i can't even see her and. god i'm too sad over this i'm going to miss her so much and she's my other friend's best friend (he calls her his sister) and i just, i'm so emotional tonihjt and i drank on an empty stomach i'm so upset. god.

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lyricalimerence · 4 years

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drinking games - JJ Maybank

word count: 1598

warnings: this bitch is all angst i'm sorry just in my feels lmao, an incredible amount of drinking like i'm surprised there's no alcohol poisoning, mentions of assault, implied smut, you know you know, i think that's all?

summary: reader likes jj, but he manipulates her feelings for him to get her to be a part of his drinking games. the pogues are a little older in this maybe eighteen or around there.

a/n: this is another song based oneeee. it followed the song drinking games by silver sphere and it's a beautiful song truly gets me deeper into my feels. 10/10 would recommend listening to the song. i haven't included the lyrics in between paragraphs in this, but it follows the song pretty closely if you listen to it :) her voice literally sounds like a cloud i'm not kidding. sorry if this is bad i'm just sad rn. also, babes, if he manipulates you, he's not the one. know your worth bbys, xx

The Boneyard was the place to throw a kegger, it was common knowledge--almost as common as your thing for JJ Maybank who was, quite honestly, your bestest friend. But back to the kegger. You were a few drinks in and your lazy dancing with Kiara and Sarah ( which mainly consisted of you three jokingly throwing it back to make the boys jealous ) drifted around the beach. Separating from the Pogues, you were jumping up and down to the loud, bass, synthesized beat blaring from a speaker somewhere. As you swayed your hips and pumped your fists, you found yourself near a group of Kooks who were eyeing you up and down--not that you took particular notice or care.

JJ noticed though. The golden haired adrenaline junkie watched you with a sour expression as you spoke a light conversation with a certain Kook he had gotten into a scrap with before, but, then again, hadn’t he gotten into one scrap or another with all of them? You giggled as the Kook complimented how your eyes sparkled when you smiled. JJ knew that giggle. That giggle was supposed to be his.

So, he walks up to you and forcefully takes you away from the Boneyard. The two of you end up in the beat up, old Volkswagen van that was more of a forewarning for law enforcement that the Pogues were coming.

JJ had no idea what came over him. Maybe it was the intense jealousy he felt when he watched you dance closer to the Kook than you ever had with him. Maybe it was because he went home last night and resurfaced that morning with a split lip and bruises spiraling underneath his muscle tees. Whatever it was, a tear slipped from his constantly full eyes.

“J…” You whispered, taking his hand in yours. Rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb lovingly, the water he built up like a dam finally broke, overflowing and spilling down his cheeks. Your comforting touch was something so new, his father was the farthest from loving and to the Pogues he was just one of the boys. But, you. You were so gentle it infuriated him as much as it brought him to you like a moth to a fluorescent light.

As you whisper sweet words to him, he grabs you and hold you in his arms, his forehead falling to rest against your exposed shoulder. You reciprocate the hug, your heartstrings tugging painfully each time JJ sobs, his ribcage shaking against your chest as you tighten your grip around his back.

He doesn’t say a word about it. A simple, “I’m okay. Love you, Y/N.”

That was all you got as he opened the door to the van and stepped out, jogging back to the party without even waiting for you. You didn’t necessarily mind, though. A soft smile fought its way across your lips as you bit it back via trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. Telling the Pogues that you love them was normal for you, you did it constantly. Life wasn’t the best for you, but the Pogues made it worthwhile. You truly loved all of them, but usually it was just Kie, Sarah, and occasionally Pope throwing a “love you, too” over their shoulders back.

JJ's in the mood to drink and forget. Forget what just happened in the van. Forget that he haphazardly told you he loved you. Forget that his skin crawled with jealousy when you saw you dance with a Kook. You watched from the sidelines, gently nursing a red solo cup filled with golden beer as he laughed and partied with your friends. He catches your eye and it's something different than in the car. it's purely platonic, almost nonchalantly acknowledging your existence.

All you want is for him to feel comfortable enough with you to tell you when he isn't okay. Everyone isn't okay once in a while and that is perfectly okay. But, you get too attached to the things he says--he says he's great, better than before, he loves you ( with an unspecified emotion ). He knows you don't live in the best neighborhood--your next door neighbors is Barry, a well known basehead that sells coke, more specifically: sells to JJ’s dad. But that night, JJ doesn't care if you get home safe. He says that he loves you and you're perfectly strong enough to get home on your own when you walk up to him, tugging on the fringe of the cutoff of his muscle tee.

He doesn’t care because you're just another player in his Boneyard drinking games.

You start the trek back down the dirt roads of your neighborhood, chock full of druggies and trailers--a dangerous combination. Walking up towards your door, a tall blond man which you instantly recognize as Luke Maybank exits the dilapidated shack next to your small home. He doesn’t pay attention to anything around him, but Barry walks out behind him who instantly spots you. You’re his favorite subject of torment. Barry is a Sicilian who would make a perfect mob boss if he got away from dealing cocaine to broke people looking for a quick high.

The second he calls out, “if it isn’t the pogue princess,” you speed up, wanting to get to the old Toyota in front of your well kept little shack. You were quick on your feet, but Barry was quicker--especially if he had just done a line. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against your car, his foul breath panting in your face and his menacing eyes staring you down. You had no energy or fire to fight back, you just let him dig his nails into your shoulders and kick your shins.

Until Kie and Pope came running down the road to find you. JJ always walked you home if you didn’t catch a ride, but they saw him and not you, so they wanted to make sure you were okay. They pulled Barry off you and nudged you forward, back in the direction of John B’s house. Kie had interlocked your elbows and started to talk about a new environmental initiative she was thinking of working on.

At the Chateau, you sat on the pullout couch next to Sarah as she put Neosporin on the freshly bleeding crescent moons on your shoulders. You chased after JJ a little bit in your time as a Pogue. Everyone knows you are in love with him, even JJ, but you know you won't ever be his girl. As you’re starting to get your mind off of him, he stumbles into the Chateau with another girl. They make their way through the group of Pogues giving them dirty looks to the guest bedroom, not breaking their lips apart as they travel. He doesn't even look at you, as if that wasn't you two the night before in your own house.

You run out of the Chateau, Sarah and Kie right behind you. You cry, throw pillows around the porch, but then you finally break. Pausing your emotional outburst, you sink down to sit on the steps, you back leaning against the stabilizing wooden post.

“I’m better than this,” You mumble, receiving aggressive nods from the girls who had taken seats beside you, gently playing with your hair to help calm you down. You are better than this because you know JJ is just going to tell you that you two should forget whatever happened in the van the next morning when you're sober. If that was you instead of whatever girl he brought to John B’s, he would tell you that he cares about you, but he was drunk.

…

You see his eyes when they glaze over when someone mentions “worth” or calls someone else a piece of shit--you see it, but you just get too attached, too reliant on his words of reassurance. As much as you care and he pretends to, he doesn't care if you get home safely because, at the end of the day, you are just another player in his drinking games.

The next night, you and the Pogues are sitting in a circle, a ring of shot glass in the middle. You take turns taking shots and playing truth or dare, getting so drunk JJ’s belches have more depth perception than you do. That night, he’s back to you, pulling you into the guest bedroom while Pope and Kie clean up outside and Sarah and John B are otherwise occupied in his bedroom.

The next morning you wake up to the sun shining on his golden blond hair and the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. You brush some of his shimmering locks of hair out of his eyes, gently shaking him awake. JJ mumbles something incoherent as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Once his ocean eyes train on you and his calm expression falls.

“Y/N, I care about you, but sleeping with you was a mistake.”

You two are sober from each other now, and another piece of your glass heart breaks off and your glass shards are limited until your heart is broken.

But, then, that night as you push your dinner around your paper plate with distaste, he calls you and says "hey, cutie,” asking if you're going to come over and drink with the Pogues. And it happens over and over again because you get attached to the loving things he says when he's half passed out from beer and you're just another player in his drinking games.

#rudy pankow #jj maybank x reader #jj #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fic #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine

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hongsside · 3 years

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BITTERSWEET : : WYG X MNG

pairing :: everyone ✘ everyone ateez ( mingi and wooyoung focus )

hidden pairs :: mingi ✘ wooyoung, hongjoong ✘ seonghwa, san ✘ yunho, jonho ✘ yeosang

wc :: 3.3k

genre :: unfinished slow burn • “world against us” • romance

tags :: college party, college! au, onenight stand, conflictions, classmates

tw :: drugs, smoking, alcohol.

authors note :: I wrote this based of a song ‘right here’ by chase atlantic (hence the multiple lyric quotes and dialogue in here), i hope you guys enjoy this and take it as a treat for i will leaving on another hiatus because of school starting up and the stress build up is not gonna do well with the friendship problems, schoolwork etc that i already have. i hope you guys understand that this means ‘Finally Us’ will not be updated in a while, i’m very unhappy with this but it must be done, thank you for reading and for the support i got with the first chapter of FU, i couldn’t be more thankful! - misty <3

⇱ ORIGINALLY CALLED NUMB ⇲

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(o´ω`o)ﾉ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･ ❝ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ~ᵎ ❞

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mingi and wooyoung were at the peak of their college lives: partying every night, mid-term flings, drugs, alcohol, and the careless habits that would be developed. of course, they never knew each other; sure, they shared a few classes together and might’ve met eyes a couple of times, but that meant nothing to them…or did it?

the two young men weren't considered friends, nor were they considered foes; they were nobodies to each other, strangers in a way.

simply, classmates.

there were countless ways to put it. all wooyoung knew was that the group wasn't very fond of mingi, yet he could never pinpoint why.

both of them were split into two different friend groups, to say the least, which consisted of 4 men ranging from different social statuses; although ultimately irrelevant to this account.

--✯★✯

finals had just come to a close, a wave of leisure washed over the scholars as they turned to their end-of-year celebration; no, it wasn’t the school’s dance. god knows how everyone boycotted those no matter the circumstances. it was the party at one of the deserted mansions near the road alongside the school-- the authorities never bothered filing it as trespassing due to the property’s legal owner who turned out to be one of the high-class seniors in the student council.

god, they were all filthy rich-- from the janitor to the highest class students, everyone always managed to pull a fortune seemingly out of their ass. there were exceptions, of course, those were students that no one ever knew how they slithered through the cracks of the school, but it wasn’t that they fretted about them regardless.

while packs of students hopped over the rusted edges of the wired fence separating the school from the small patch of pavement leading to the open courtyard of the grand house. Others were settled inside already, cutting corners and exploring the rooms as the purple hue of the party lights bounced off the glistening façade of the expensive furniture.

it felt relatively uncomfortably expensive.

as the tiny packets of white powder were passed around and people headed off to the rooms upstairs, the roar of the rn&b music grew more resonant than before, so much so, that surely the after-school study groups back at the school would be able to hear it no doubt.

“i don’t think hongjoong-hyung would appreciate you taking that, wooyoung.”, said an ivory-haired figure, as he snatched a small packet filled with the white powder as mentioned before, from the not-so-unknown man.

“just once? please yeo-hyung?”, the other man shook his head disapprovingly as he passed the packet to a stranger passing by, rolling his body to the beat of the song playing in the distance, the echo bouncing discreetly from the empty dull walls.

“go play with your other hyungs, won’t you woo-ya? keep yourself occupied.”, yeosang instructed, careless of his surroundings as he danced along with a different crowd of students.

wooyoung bit his lip, nodding in reply. he observed the crowd, tippy-toeing as he sought for a bright blue-haired man, eyes glistening when he ultimately found him.

“hyung!- hongjoong!”, he asserted, pushing and shoving through the endless amount of drunk scholars that filled the already lethally crowded room.

wooyoung’s only goal that night was to get laid--- or to at least to find a fling to last him the end of the year. his hyungs wouldn’t allow him to take in any of the substances being shared, although they single-handedly knew he had already consumed them; they just wanted to prevent another reckless addict among the bunch, it was already enough with san. not to mention how protective they were of him, wooyoung was aware of why and he understood that he was like their little brother but sometimes it just felt like too much for him.

hongjoong turned his head, smiling at the younger man; he was certainly wasted out of his mind but regardless, he kept his cheeky grin plastered on his face. the younger man panned around, analyzing the face of the tall chestnut-haired man beside hongjoong.

“who the fuck are you?”

“wooyo-”, hiccupped the short man, getting interrupted by the voice of the stranger.

“park seonghwa, pleasure.”, he said, nonchalantly running a hand through his hair.

wooyoung let out a soft gasp, his lips parted in a not-so-subtle ‘o’. he was taken aback-- his best friend was seeing the student council president. he mentally slapped himself, how could he not recognize the student council president, yet the bigger question was, how did he never realize the two were dating

“oh my go- i’m so sorry hyung-” he stuttered through his sentence, scarcely perceptible as he spoke.

the couple smiled as seonghwa shook his head and murmured things that wooyoung couldn’t seem to recall as he reminisced on that night. as the lights flashed, before they knew it they were being escorted to a room by seonghwa--- that was after climbing up a long flight of lavish stairs that surely they could never afford to walk on; well, maybe except seonghwa.

while they passed some girls making out on the second-floor banister, not making too big a deal about it, they were led into a room in which the obscure smell of alcohol and sex lingered faintly. the odd-colored hair duo studied the room, eyeing the crowd of men scattered around the room. their expressions were painted with uncertainty, as they noticed their friends were already situated in the room along with additional unfamiliar men.

first, they saw yeosang, the man was immersed with the music, straddled onto the lap of a much buffer man by the name of jongho. his raven-colored hair fell a little above his shoulders and his hands were gently settled on yeo’s waist, securing him from a possible fall due to his drunk state. next, they saw san, who was already getting busy with a remarkably tall blonde boy-- assuming by the cup in his hand his name was ‘yunho’ written in black sharpie that was professedly rubbing off already.

the group of men continued to carefully examine the reckless mess in the room, watching as a redhead slightly taller than yunho poured another cup of whiskey for himself. the tall man exchanged it for san's empty cup and advanced to the pair of perplexed men-- seonghwa already cutting corners to another room, motioning for hongjoong to follow him.

the unnamed redhead lit up a joint, smiling as the orange hues illuminated his face giving the younger male a chance to study his complexion. his lips were plump and adorned by a small silver lip ring, his nose was prominent, and his eyes were much too powerful for him to grasp-- he was unbelievably stunning, and no one could deny it. the taller man passed the joint to wooyoung, chuckling as he noticed that the room once filled with pairs of their friends was now desolate.

they shared a quick glance as they puffed out clouds of white smoke, the stench of the haze slowly filling the room.

“name?”

“song mingi.”, wooyoung slightly tensed at the name, remembering the words his friends had exchanged about the man in front of him.

“don't have to ask you, mister jang.”, the taller man breathed, not giving much of a fuck as he continued to smoke the last bit of the joint before eyeing the other man up and down with haste.

“how do yo-.”

“irrelevant.”, he said smugly as they sat in the loudest silence of their lives; the music reverberating throughout the house, and the sound of muffled moans overlapping, fusing mutually to form a sonata essentially created especially for the party.

the colors they saw were vivid and not only that but almost excruciatingly painful to look at but ironically it was, at the same time, so blissful to them--- except this time, the vibrant rays of flashing colors did not belong to the party lights but instead their own euphoric state. the pair was in the clouds, their blood-pleasure rising by the minute, unaware of the various consequences their careless decisions would have in store for them. although it's safe to say they couldn't care less. their minds were spinning-- and their hearts were pacing. The music continued to reverberate softly throughout the walls of the house as they grew oblivious of their morning headaches that could kill, although they didn't know that yet.

as the clock chimed, one a.m., the two men would still be admiring the fading colors allowing the incoherent drunk words spilling out of their swollen lips to be overlooked. at that moment, wooyoung noted how he'd never found another man so attractive till he saw mingi's chiseled body splayed across the couch in an effortlessly charming way, wooyoung watched intently as he let out soft giggles and mumbles ad the younger man studied him in awe.

"another one?", he sang lighting up another joint.

"what if i pass or i-"

"one more, you'll be fine"

wooyoung could've sworn he went to heaven and back with mingi as he admired the blue glow of the stars he saw slowly reappearing in his eyesight-- he remained dazed by the redhead's display, meeting eyes in the process. meanwhile, the music which once resounded through the widish halls had moved far away until seemingly, little by little, the distance was much too far away to hear it-- the silence was broken by the sound of his sonorous voice.

“so..we gonna fuck or nah?”

--✯★✯

the moon soon rose above all, painting the sky with a fine shimmer of silver as the clouds masked the excellence of the dark-blue midnight sky. it was an enchanting sight, truly it was, but there was something about the way the distant sounds of heavy panting mixed in with the scenery of the moment.

--✯★✯

the next morning came with a hurry, awakening those in its path, as the smell of sex hindered in the now silent atmosphere to an overbearing extent. recalling the events of the previous night, wooyoung woke up, eyes fluttering open in an instant. his eyes adjusted to the change in brightness and carefully slithered from under the sleeping man's silhouette. the raven-haired man frowned slightly at the lack of warmth; he hoped it would've lasted longer but i suppose this wasn't the case. wooyoung scanned the room casually, unable to remember how he ended up in this unknown bed. everything seemed like a blur to him as he sat in such an empty square room in utter confusion; while he pondered on how he ended up in this room, he shifted uncomfortably from under the covers as he looked down and noticed he was nothing but naked. shocked by his discovery, wooyoung panned around in search of his clothes humming in approval as he found a shirt just below the desk, uncaring that it very much did not belong to him.

the clock chimed, six a.m., and wooyoung was almost out the door until the sound of mingi's trembling voice stopped him in his tracks.

“wooyungie? where are you going?”, he almost croaked, voice hoarse from last night's events which perhaps he wasn't aware of yet. wooyoung only stared in response, watching as the beams of the sun's rays shined through the cracks of the curtains.

“just going to get water.”, he lied, stomach curling in regret.

“ahh, alright i thought you were leaving me for a second.”, the sleepy man chuckled as he sat up, revealing his upper torso unintentionally. wooyoung smiled in return, walking to the kitchen to “quench his thirst”-- that was until he heard mingi utter drowsy nonsense again causing him to freeze.

"i don't wanna leave this bed..stay right here instead, woo.", the younger man hesitated, unable to process what he was saying and even more reluctant to not do as asked.

"i could've sworn you were right there.", the red-head continued, as he pointed to the vacant side of the bed that wooyoung had slept on. wooyoung chuckled, nearly forgetting about his initial plan of leaving mingi alone.

"you know we uh fu- umm that! right?", wooyoung said delaying his words in embarrassment. mingi only laughed.

"its cause you were high!", he interjected his own sentence, his cheeks slowly brightening to 50 different shades of red.

"i wasn't that high, i swear.", mingi chimed in defending his behalf with a joking tone.

minutes passed and an unexpected form of tension arose. mingi's had darkened, his expression was no longer the lively expression it once was but rather it was substituted with stern eyes. the pair were seated side by side from under the covers of the bed, perhaps unknowing of what the other truly was thinking about.

"why did you really leave, wooyoung?", mingi hummed through nearly pursed lips. the raven-haired man's eyes widened, beads of sweat slowly running down his temple as he stuttered on meaningless excuses.

"mingi- my friends..they don't like you..-"

"i don't give fuck about your friends! i'm right here and it doesn't change that you slept with me!"

"..and not only that, i'm the only one that hasn't walked out! i mean- look at my friends! i'm here!", he continued, growing impatient by the minute. mingi rested his head on his hands, frustration seeping out of his words. it's happening again.

wooyoung sat there, perplexed and guilty of everything he'd done. whereas mingi sat there in sheer hurt, remembering the great times they shared the night before.

"ill get going...i'm sorry."

--✯★✯

it's been three nights since the party and ever since then, wooyoung couldn't sleep. it felt like a year's worth of guilt had washed over him and the urge to call mingi grew stronger by the hour. his bangs fell before his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, watching the lifelessness of the white cover spread across the dorm.

his hyungs had noticed wooyoung's shift in attitude and grew curious of why their youngest "brother" had changed so rapidly.

"woo we gotta talk.", purred the quiet voice of the blue-haired man from behind the couch.

"about?"

"you."

the room became silent almost instantly, a silence so strong there was a fear within the men in breaking it. the remainder of the group filled the room practically on cue, and so the achingly awkward talk commenced-- but not in the way any of the men expected.

"why do you guys hate mingi?", inquired the youngest to their surprise.

"we-"

"answer the question."

"woo-ya, we're just afraid he might be a bad influence on you.."

"bad influence my ass, have you met san?", their eyes all darted to the man with eyes red with addiction, and he chuckled nervously knowing exactly what they were hinting to.

"not the point, we just want to know what's up with you all of the sudden? im talking about you not sleeping for three days after the party, wooyoung. we're worried about you."

"don't be, i'm not a child."

"we know-"

"if you knew so well then quit treating me like one and hiding things from me, thank you very much."

wooyoung stepped out of the room walking to the parking lot of their dorms as he reached for his phone and called the number he was once so reluctant to dial.

the number you have tried to reach did not respond, call again af-

the man sighed, hopping onto the rood of his car and sitting there ready to lose all hope that was seemingly never there, to begin with. he glanced up and watched at the glow of the stars lit up the sky alongside the same moon that shone over them three days ago.

he clicked the call button again, it rang and rang until almost impatience got the best of him.

the number you have-

one more time? he asked himself, what if he's busy? maybe his phone is dead?

"baby, just pick up your phone.", he practically cooed out loud in hopes to hear mingi's voice on the other side of the phone.

the number you have-

there wasn't anything he could hate more than hearing the sound of that voice. no, not his. never his.

he looked up to see the stars twinkle once more, getting ready to go back inside and endure the questioning that awaited him from his friends. he wasn't ready for what he would see when he gazed down though.

there he was, song mingi. he wasn't going to lie, he looked just as rough as he looked. the frame of his glasses was pushed up to the bridge of his nose and he carried two small blankets with him, passing one to wooyoung and he ran a hand run his disheveled hair. the younger man stared at him, eyes fixed onto his in astonishment, why would he drive here when he could easily just answer his phone?

mingi hopped onto the top of the car, taking a seat next to the raven-haired silhouette without a single word. they observed the stars together, watching as they flickered from afar; occasionally humming in admiration.

"i'm sorry, mingi."

"there's no need to apologize.", he murmured eyes still set on the sky gleaming with beauty above him.

"but-"

"no 'buts', just look at me. i'm the one who's sorry..but..do want an apology gift? you can't say no."

wooyoung let out a noise of puzzlement before nodding hesitantly. "close your eyes, silly.", mingi snickered slyly, and that's the last thing wooyoung saw before being given the gift that would be forever with him, in his mind, in his body, and that was more than enough for him.

"you ready?"

"this isn't a pregnancy announcement right?"

"no, you dummy.", he giggled softly, wooyoung couldn't see it but the way he imagined made it seem as if there was a work of art before him.

"yes, i'm rea-"

time stopped when mingi's lips met his, interrupting him slightly. his heart pounded in his chest as his body gradually got weaker. the younger man could only concentrate on how soft he felt against his lips, how addictively he kissed him in a way that wasn't filled with lust but rather love and affection. wooyoung couldn't get enough of the way the cold metal of his lip ring brushed along his lips, giving him a distinct sensation he'd never forget.

he couldn't tell if he dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw passion in the way his hands cupped his cheeks fondly as if he didn't want to let go. mingi kept his half-opened gaze on wooyoung, sneaking adoring glimpses at him now that he wasn't looking, just to make sure this moment wouldn't be forgotten.

he wanted to remember the way wooyoung's eyes fluttered open and sparkled in a way so similar to the stars they had been looking at, he wanted to see his face when he kissed him in his dreams.

and this time he wouldn't be high for that.

but there was a sense of bitter sweetness to it, they both knew their friends would never approve. They knew the stares they would get from their friends, they knew exactly what they would say to them when the interlaced fingers but, did that really matter to them?

perhaps it would matter to them then, but surely not know. it all felt like a false reality to them? maybe even a dream, a dream they'd dread waking up from. but it wasn't. they were there in the heat of the moment, together under the stars sharing an unforgettable kiss that spoke like a poem and could say things that not even 1,000 words could say.

surely, it was like that poem wooyoung once read...

"even if the world is against us, the love we share is enough to put the world beneath us."

they pulled away, catching their breaths as they rested their foreheads on each other. he couldn't help smile like an idiot hoping that the darkness of the night would mask his flustered condition. it's not like mingi wasn't doing something much different, except he was basking in the moment pulling away to cup wooyoung's cheeks one last time, loving the way his face was glazed with the divine mantle of light belonging to the moon.

"i love you, idiot."

"i love you more, silly."

end of story

all work by hongsside

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11thstreetgirl · 4 years

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Summary: PWP. Sami’s horny when he gets off stage… (Sami Yaffa x reader)

AN: soooo this is what my wine-infused brain comes up with. It’s pure p*rn. Detailed, unashamed p*rn. Be warned. 50+ Sami on stage playing fast songs will be the death of me (yup it’s Monroes-era Sami in this case) one day. I’m sorry it’s not gender neutral :( Enjoy!

He was always the most beautiful right after he came off stage. Skin glistening with sweat, strands of hair glued to his face and neck, smiling ear to ear, a slightly drunken happy haze in his eyes and his whole being buzzing. The nights I was there he usually came straight to me, hugged me tightly and smothered me with wet, furious kisses that tasted like wine and happiness. And he was horny. He'd never admit it but I think it was the bass trembling against his lower parts all night. Today was no exception. The guys were having a blast on stage, laughing and goofing around. I stood at the side of the stage admiring them at their work, and it was bloody marvelous to watch. Bobby the roadie was pouring out shots again, god knows how many they had already had. By the look Sami gave me when he scurried over to shoot the vodka down it was many.

Rich kicked his guitar into the next song. This was my favourite part on the setlist: Got Blood and Black Ties And Red Tape back-to-back. Two fast, filthy songs with heavy bass duty. They got Sami sweating and concentrating more on what he was doing. He stood with his legs wide apart in a low stance that accented his thighs just the way I liked. He leaned back to get better control over the instrument and hunched over a little. He looked animalistic and wild and so ridiculously hot my heart skipped a beat. The man didn’t need to do anything more to get me dripping wet. He was making rough love to his bass. Not that he ever was too gentle with his instrument, but tonight he was giving it even harder time than usually and the front row girls were definitely swooning over him. On nights like this it did wonders to his ego and got him to put his everything into what he was doing. His whole body was one with the rhythm, moving almost involuntarily with the sounds, like something that wasn’t a human anymore but rather made out of noise entirely. The way he was putting all of his weight into hitting the strings did things to me. I loved the way the muscles on his arms moved and how strong and skilled his fingers were. Whenever he wasn’t making faces and laughing at his bandmates he had his eyes closed in almost a pained expression. It came pretty close to being as hot as the way he looked when he was orgasming. He definitely was enjoying himself. It was rough and hard and I was probably expecting the same treatment later. The thought send shivers all over my body and made hot lust settle at the pit of my stomach. I badly wanted to sneak near his amp and run my fingers on it, feel the rumble physically, the low-end knock-out groove that he was pouring his heart and hunger into. Hell, I wanted to strap my whole body against it and cling onto it like it was a giant vibrator. I would've laughed at the thought if I wasn’t getting too hot and bothered to think straight. Thank God the band was just an encore away from getting off stage. Bobby poured another four shots. The guys waltzed over like the owners of the world, smiling like maniacs. Michael and Steve immediately threw their sweaty shirts off and dry ones on. The guitar feedback screeching onstage went quiet as roadies hurried to tune the instruments. The audience was going wild. Sami scooped me into a quick, sweaty hug. He grabbed my face and crashed his lips on mine into a hot, open-mouthed knee-dipping kiss. It lasted only for a few seconds but left me panting and desperate. Before I got my mind straight Sami was out of my reach and laughing with his bandmates. The black-haired blur of happy musicians shouted something incoherent, clinked their glasses together and shot down the alcohol. With Michael’s lead they ran back onstage.

I watched as they reveled around. Sweaty, hungry, they had given their everything to the audience tonight. Breathing heavy and smiling ear to ear they bowed, and bowed again, and kicked their mics and left their guitars lying on the stage, feedback screeching and filling the air with the applause and screams from the audience. It was a party as soon as the band got off stage. The laughter, all the wine, all the sweaty clothes. I knew this was how things were, it took them a while to calm down and to be able to pay attention to the real world around them. But Sami definitely was paying attention to me. They were still going through the gig together but he’d steal a look at me every now and then. When he was filling his glass he’d wink at me and give me grin that made me shudder. It was like in the beginning all over again, and it made me just to get more exited. I knew the others wouldn’t mind but still sharing such looks secretly made my heart pound faster. Sami’s half-closed eyes followed me wherever I sat and chatted with someone. I noticed him trying to cover his front discreetly.

It felt like eternity. Every now and then he’d walk past me and run his hands over mine or hug me, but always he’s go back to the conversation he was having with someone. I was getting impatient when he finally came to me.

-Let's get out of here, Sami murmured into my ear. Hell yes, finally. He put his hand at the small of my back and gently pushed me towards the door. We stepped outside into the chilly Helsinki night. Sami gave me quick kiss. I was starving for more. He scrambled through his pockets for his phone and called us a taxi. He was visibly drunk; not wasted but mischievous and he had a one-sided grin on his face. And my god he was horny. He tried to be discreet when he hugged me and grinded against me but no way in hell I’d miss it. I wanted to moan and take him right there in the middle of the street. Thank god it was a hometown show so we could just take a taxi and be back home in some twenty minutes.

Sami had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Not that mine were in my own lap either. His hand was dangerously high on my thigh, fingers massaging the flesh underneath the fabric. He had his face buried in my hair and his breathing was ragged and hot in my ear. Occasionally he kissed my neck and my face. I didn’t ever dare to look at him because I feared we’d devour each other on the spot. Constant small shivers were running on my body. In my mind I was trying to will the driver to run a few red lights.

I felt like a teenager as we almost ran to our apartment. I fiddled with the key for what felt like an eternity as Sami had his arms around me in a tight hug and was breathing hard onto my neck. I could smell the alcohol and the desire and it was making my vision blurred. I fucking adored the man.

Finally the door opened and we stumbled in. Sami wasn’t all smiles anymore but so so horny he probably wasn’t thinking at all. Seeing him like that made me lose my mind. He ripped my jacket off and then his, dropping them on the floor. I kicked my shoes off and so did he, and as soon as all the extra clothes were out of the way he crashed his body against mine. In an instant his mouth was on mine and the kiss had nothing to do with being gentle or considerate. It was bruising and wet and made my brain numb. His hands were already under my shirt on my hips and he was pushing me towards the bedroom. There was so much going on it was a total sensory overload of pleasure. I gave into him. He could do just about anything to me tonight and I’d just follow his lead.

He usually wasn’t this raw but more soft and sensitive, making it slow and sensual. But especially after banger shows like tonight he got a lot more rough. He just couldn’t stand the pressure anymore. And every time it made me putty in his hands. The way he looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive and the way he pushed all of his weight onto me got me crazy.

I was whimpering and moaning into his mouth and he eagerly swallowed all our noise. He was moaning low and i more felt than heard it. We finally reached the bed and before pushing me down Sami tugged my shirt off. He stood there for a second, panting, my lipstick all over his face and hair tangled. I lied on the bed perched on my elbows. I wanted to sit back up and undo his belt and pants but I knew he’d got the job done faster. So I just stared at him as he hurried his clothes off. His shirt and the vest he had on it seemed to have an infinite number of buttons and his hands were shaking a little. All the while he was staring at me with his eyes half closed. Finally the shirt was off and his torso bare. I licked every inch of it with my gaze. As he moved his hands to his belt I got out of my trance just enough to shimmy out of my pants. With them I threw my socks and panties on the floor. Sami got his belt off and a second later was standing there in all of his naked glory. He didn’t waste time in savoring the moment but dived right in. He pushed my legs apart and buried his face between them. He gave me a long, slow lick before taking my clit between his lips and sucking. Air escaped my lungs in a strained moan and I could feel Sami smiling against me. He pulled off just for a second to suck on his finger before pushing it in, not that he really needed any lubricant as I was probably dripping on his fingers by now. The movement of his hand and his tongue were quickly making me a writhing mess under him. I was surprised he even had the patience for this right now. I sure as hell didn’t. On any other night I would’ve enjoyed his worship until the world ended, but tonight I was way too eager to get him inside me.

- Sami please… I got out of my mouth in between the moans. - Just fuck me already!

He moaned against me, the sound a physical tremble making me buck my hips. He gave one last lick to my clit, then got up.

- Turn around.

His voice was hoarse and his hands guided my movements. I got on all fours as he got on his knees on the bed. I pushed my ass up for him to get a better look and turned just enough to see his face as his eyes fluttered almost closed and a appreciative groan escaped him. He gave my ass a playful slap before reaching his hands around me and pulling me up against his body. He rubbed his cock on my ass and moaned. One of his hands was caressing my boob and the other slipped between my legs. I was glad he was holding me upright, I was still sensitive from all the licking. His touch was surprisingly soft as he rubbed my clit for a moment. I moaned impatiently, I was just as desperate as he was. He gave a quick kiss to my neck before murmuring:

- Mind if I get a little rough and carried away?

All I could muster was a shaky no as his finger was drawing circles on my clit. Sami groaned and removed his fingers. An involuntary sound of disapproval escaped me but was overrun with a loud moan as Sami pushed inside me with one long movement. He let out a breathy moan that sounded like he’d been holding it in all nigh. He dint give me even a second to adjust as he pulled back and pushed right back in. He set a slow but intense rhythm that left me breathless. He held his hand on my lower stomach and I angled myself so that he probably could feel himself moving inside me as I pushed my ass into his lap. He was panting and groaning and all the sounds were driving me crazy. He was holding back but I wasn’t having it. I was so far gone I just wanted him to fuck me as hard and rough as he had played his bass earlier, so I wiggled my ass on his lap every time he was deep inside me, trying my very best to make him snap. Not that I wasn’t enjoying his deep, long thrusts that I could almost feel in my throat. He was melting my brain with each movement and my little teasing wasn’t only driving him mad but me too.

And it payed off. Sami groaned, a frustrated animalistic sound, and pushed me forward so that I was back on all fours. Yes yes yes yes. He took a bruising grip on my hips and started pounding into me with such force I knew I'd be walking funny for days. Just like I wanted it. I tried to push back to meet him with every thrust but it was getting too much too fast and I was overrun with the feeling of him so deep inside me. It made my vision blurred and hands weak.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder and the sight of him almost made me cum right away. He had the same pained expression on his face as earlier, sweat making his skin glisten, hands leaving marks on my hips. The sound of our bodies slamming together filled the room with his moaning and grunting, and I doubted he was even aware he was making so much noise. It just drove me closer to the edge. He was close too without a doubt. My mind was a blank, all there was left in the world was him slamming into me, filling me again and again, sending tsunamis of pleasure all over my body. As much as I wanted this to last forever I was desperate to cum. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit feverishly. Sami knew I was about to come and somehow picked up his pace. It was all it took and I came, violently shaking and moaning his name. My hands gave away and I collapsed on the bed. Sami lost his rhythm and pulled my hips to his, swearing under his breath as his hips bucked and he filled me. I could feel his warm cum inside me as he fell next to me.

We lied there gasping for air. Sami was dizzy and sweaty and oh-so-beautiful so I cuddled closer, ignoring the fact that we were still pretty much steaming and probably on the verge of a heatstroke. Our bedroom smelled like sex and love and my man was a mess. He could barely hold his eyes open.

- I know you know how to make me cum so hard I see stars but this was something else, I murmured against his skin. He chuckled, a tired, strained sound.

- Thank you for letting me blow off some steam. I wasn’t too rough was I? His voice was hoarse and he was still panting.

- Anytime babe, if you blowing off steam is this good. I don’t mind rough.

- Well we do have a couple of gigs next weekend….

AN: no taglist this time because ...well p*rn lol

#i know it's kinda shitty #the end didnt work out as i wanted #but i got tired of writing this #i was meant to be a fun side project so i didnt overthink it

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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years

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helloooooo i'm kinda tipsy rn so could we talk about how shy!hawthorne michael would act if he got drunk and how embarrassed he would be the following day once he learned about whatever wild stuff he did under influence? i'm sure he'd be a clingy, sloppy, horny drunk, a sticky, human-shaped mess that demands attention and kisses, doesn't let go of his partner even for a second, and completely forgets about his own insecurities and shyness skksdjdbbsdje blease

hey babe! sorry it took me a bit to get back to you with this. ily!

I feel like drunk!shy!hawthorne!michael would be a lot like drunk!me lmfao

okay but what about it being his first time being drunk? omg!!

Michael held the small glass in his hand, cautiously swishing the clear liquid around. How much damage could a little over an ounce do, he asked himself.

All the warlocks had gotten together for one final summer celebration before the school year began. Normally, Michael steered of these parties, but after some convincing from his boyfriend, he found himself here. He nervously tapped his foot, glancing around as everyone around him socialized.

“Hey,” he heard his soft voice in his ear and a firm hand on his lower back, “It’s okay. I’m here.” his boyfriend reassured him. Michael swore no one knew him as well as Y/N.

“And you don’t have to drink that if you don’t want." Y/N told Michael already reaching for the shot glass in his hand. But much to his surprise, Michael pulled his hand away, “No, it’s okay. I wanna try.” he nodded.

Y/N nodded, giving Michael the freedom to choose; he knew he would stay sober regardless to keep an eye out for Michael.

“Take it, Langdon!” one of his other friends called out to the curly haired blonde, nervously holding his liquor.

With one final shrug of his shoulders, he tossed his head back and let the alcohol burn the back of his throat. He immediately grimaced at the taste; bad - but not as terrible as he expected.

He sure didn’t feel any different yet. Michael rubbed at the tip of his nose at the burning sensation reached his sense of smell, “It burns my nose,” he scrunched his nose at Y/N.

Y/N laughed shaking his head, “I know, babe. You want another?”

Michael agrees to one more.. that turns to two more... that leads to three more.

The first few shots go down so easily, Michael didn’t even notice he was becoming increasingly more drunk. Y/N watched as Michael’s balance started to falter with the increase in alcohol.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N..” Michael said between giggles, “I can’t feel my lips,” he pouted at him, fingers tapping his pink lips. “Kiss me! I can’t feel them!!” he swayed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends waist.

Y/N chuckled softly, steadying Michael on his feet. Michael hid his face in Y/N’s torso, mumbling incoherently about how much he loved him, “Just love you so much you know?”

“I know, baby. I love you too,” he kissed the top of Michael’s head.

Warlocks everywhere were dancing and drinking, enjoying one of their last nights before classes began. Michael’s eyes trailed to an empty table in the middle of the party.

Without warning, Michael let go of his boyfriend and stumbled over to the table, climbing on top with impressive balance for as drunk as he was. He rose his arms over his head and began dancing to the music. Heat suddenly getting the best of him, he shrugged off his blazer and began to unbutton his (now sweaty) white oxford shirt. He got almost half the buttons undone before he got distracted by seeing his Y/N standing at the edge of the table holding his jacket.

“Y/N!!” he giggled, his face feeling warm and fuzzy. “I..” he pointed at him, “Love,” he couldn’t control the laughter escaping his lips, “YOU!”

“I love you too, baby!” Y/N responded to him. Michael was too drunk to notice Y/N’s phone snapping a quick shot of him.

The night continued with Michael proclaiming his love for his boyfriend, and his classmates, and the music, and everything.

“No, no, no.. I love this.” Michael pointed at his drink with too much enthusiasm. “Baby, try it!” he put his cup to his boyfriend's lips.

Y/N sipped his drink to make Michael happy and led him away from that crowd.

At some point, Michael found himself without Y/N. (Of course, just because Michael didn’t notice him, didn’t mean that Y/N wasn’t near by keeping an eye on him.)

“What! No! You’re my best friend!” Michael wrapped his arms around a boy he met that night. He gasped, “Have you met my Y/N?” his eyes search the spinning room, “Y/N?” he called out.

In the blink of an eye, Y/N is there with his arm secured around Michael.

“You’re here! This is my best friend!” Michael high fives the other, equally drunk, warlock.

“Yeah?” Y/N patiently humored Michael. “You think we should head back?” he suggested, already leading Michael towards the exit.

“Mm,” Michael just hid his face under his boyfriends arm. “Smell so good,”

“Thank you, Michael.”

“Do you love me?” Michael asked, gripping on to Y/N a little tighter in his drunken state.

“I love you so so much,” Y/N hugged Michael closer as they walked down the hall to their dorm (trying and failing to appear completely sober)

“Well. You owe me a kiss.” Michael pouted, swaying in Y/N’s arm.

“I do?” amusement evident on his face.

“I still can’t feel my lips and it’s because you haven’t kissed me,” the end of his sentence slurring a bit.

Y/N had held it together pretty well all night.

But that.

That had him rolling over in laughter; he tried to stifle his laugh to not wake anyone who stayed behind. But Michael’s innocent doe eyed expression, awaiting his kiss was too precious. It didn’t register that he felt numb because of the alcohol.

“I love you so much, Michael,” he said between the last fit of giggles and took Michael’s face in his hands, giving him the firmest, kiss he could muster. Michael felt like jello, with his mushy lips and heightened feelings.

***

“Argh,” Michael groaned as the softest specks of light filtered through his shut eyes.

“Rise and shine, baby..” Y/N mumbled from beside him.

“I feel like.. like I’m dying.” Michael covered his face with his hands.

“You’re just hungover, Michael. Here,” Y/N shifted up and handed Michael a water of bottle he had ready for him, “This will help.”

Michael sat up on his elbows and took a big gulp of the water, feeling the coolness wash into his dry mouth.

“Do you remember much from last night?” Y/N asked with amusement in his tone.

“Oh god.” Michael groaned, “Maybe I do wanna die.”

“No! You were a blast! Watch,” he pulled his phone out to show Michael a small clip of him singing and dancing on table tops with a few classmates.

Michael hid his face in his pillow, blush creeping towards his cheeks, “Oh my god,” he mumbled into the fabric.

“You were so cute, baby.” Y/N kisses Michael’s bare back. “I promise, everyone was just as drunk or more. You have nothing to worry about,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Y/N answers, brushing back some on Michael’s hair from his eyes. “I love you.”

OKAY SO AFTER NOT WRITING FOR SHY!HAWTHORNE!MICHAEL FOR MONTHS HE IS BACK! THANK YOU @asstichrist FOR ALWAYS PROVIDING INSPO FOR HIM! I KNOW I HAVE A FEW UNANSWERED SHY BOY ASKS AND NOW THAT I AM IN THE GROOVE FOR HIM I WILL TRY TO ANSWER SOME MORE! YEE YEE. THANK YOU.

#michael langdon #shy!hawthorne!michael #hawthorne!michael #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x male!reader #michael langdon x boyfriend #ahs #american horror story #apocalypse #1984 #cody fern #asstichrist

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sandersbayhq · 4 years

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Alright Ale, I gotchu this week! Happy Tuesday and Happy June everyone! I’m on the lookout for new and unique text memes. Don’t forget to link me if you come across one! Need directions? Check under the cut!

“It’s raining outside and you know what that means”

“What did I say about sending dank memes?”

“Before I click the link tell me what it is because last time it wasn’t… pleasant.”

“I’m on my way with donuts so you better be home”

“You look crazy grinning at your phone like that”

“That message wasn’t meant for you.”

“I bet my FBI agent likes me more than you”

“Look at this dog”

“Why aren’t you here in my arms right now?”

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this over text.”

“What did you expect?”

“I’m blocking you.”

“If you text me back within the day it’ll be the quickest you’ve ever replied.”

“You can choke.”

“Come hug me.”

“Why are you up at 3am texting me?”

“If I don’t text you back it’s because I’m busy but I’ll be sure to tell you goodnight at the very least.”

“I thought you trusted me.”

“I’m not doing this over text.”

“I dropped my entire pizza on the ground so yeah today is great.”

“Why did you just send me a bunch of incoherent letters”

“Stop talking to me in emojis I don’t get it.”

“Rip bitch lmao”

“My mom just texted me af, please stop teaching her text slang.”

“This isn’t tinder, it’s my life”

“Do you also see the guy over there in a pink chicken costume?”

“God you’re being so annoying.”

“Why did you expect me to show up on time? You never do.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that we’re missing a toaster? How in the hell did you break it this time?”

“I’m about to get real soft so bear with me.”

“Your friend kept flirting with me so I got him/her to stop by saying I had a crush on you.”

“t h e f a c t y o u p u t a s p a c e b e t w e e n e a c h l e t t e r p r o v e s h o w e x t r a y o u a r e.”

“You can block me but I’m still your roommate.”

“Oh god why are you caps-locking me this time?”

“Kms. Kiss my self-esteem. I feel like garbage please help.”

“It sucks because we’re texting so you feel close but I know you’re actually so far away.”

“Are you really crying or just saying you are?”

“You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Put on your location I want to fight.”

“The texts you sent me last night were a lot. How drunk were you?”

“Stop texting me puns I’m trying to live my life in peace.”

“Get over here these guys are destroying me in video games I need an ally.”

“Why would you think that’s okay?”

“Thank you for spamming my phone with selfies. Jokes on you because I think you’re beautiful and love every single one.”

“If you send ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ one more time I’m blocking you.”

“My friend changed all my contact names to body parts, so who are you?”

“You’re in the same room as me why are we texting rn.”

“I just evaded death, not clickbait.”

“Okay maybe I exaggerated.”

“I’m sorry I texted so many times I just missed you.”

“Send me selfies I want to see something pretty.”

to participate, post your askbox with the tag sbaskcall and post in the discord

Please be sure if you’re asking for prompts, you’re sending prompts! You don’t have to have a text thread with every single character, but be an equal opportunity participant.

In the same vein, be sure you check the tag and discord channel more than once as we’re all on different time zones/schedules.

It’s never “too late” to join in the meme fun. Just make sure you include the meme link so people know what to send.

Reach out. Have fun. Have your character talk to someone they haven’t before? <3

#sbmeme #meme: text tuesday

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bucky-iss-bae · 5 years

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Numbing the Pain - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

A/N: Sooo this was just me having some fun and trying to write something while once again procrastinating from Uni work (Deadlines are killing me xoxo) I’m also aware how dire this account has been lately, like I’ve got so much I want to post, and some requests to catch up with so I’m so sorry. This is just some bs to help my writing.

But enjoyyyy xoxo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: MCU/Marvel

Prompts: Bucky x Fem!Reader Fluff/Angst Prompts: ‘You did what you had to do’ – ‘Why didn’t you just call me’ – ‘Stay here tonight’

Warnings: Drunkness - Some Angst

Word count: 1700ish

I want to hopefully write more shit like this to just gain confidence and get better so hope you all enjoy xoxo

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Living in New York City wasn’t exactly the safest city, but Y/N knew her way around how to defend herself. Working with, and being friends with the Avengers made this a whole lot easier. Especially if they’re the ones who taught her how to fight.

It still didn’t stop her from getting scared at 3am when there was a loud banging on the door. She had her fair share of break-ins in the past, but now she was in a safer neighbourhood, heck she was even invited to live at the compound but chose against it. It also shook her up because this is New York City. There’s danger lurking everywhere, but when she wrapped her robe around herself and looked through the peephole, it was shocking to her seeing Bucky Barnes n the other side. His head hung, as he rested against the wall across from her apartment,

She sighed smiling to herself and shook her head but unlocked the door as he did Bucky looked up, a dopey smile on his face,

“Bucky” She sighed a small smile playing on her lips while leaning against her door frame, “What’re you doing here?”

“I...” He started, “I was in the neighbourhood. Thought I would come and say hi. You not happy to see me doll?”

Bucky and Y/Ns relationship was a tricky one at best. Neither had admitted their feelings for the other, but their interaction had always been something that showed they liked one another more than friends. Bucky treated her different, he was free with her, he laughed and joked with her without feeling like he was faking himself. She wasn’t afraid of him, she scolded him when needed when Bucky and Sam were acting like teenagers rather than grown men. She kept him on track and he the same to her. Calmed her down when she was frustrated or angry at a situation in her family, or when something happens to someone or something she cares a lot about. She had a bit of fire in her. Something that stood out compared to her usual composer. But bucky loved it, he loves how she stuck true to her word and her feelings, and nothing would compromise this.

She snorted at his response, “Uh huh, I’m always happy to see you Barnes. Just not at 3am, when I think I’m getting burgled. And let's not forget your drunken state”

Bucky snorted, “You know, Thor would make a lot of money selling his stuff. But that’s illegal so I made the most of what I could, and then I went to a bar, and the stuff there Y/N, it tastes like water. And then the bartender said I couldn’t drink anymore, but I just wanted something a bit strong, and then, he called me a taxi. I didn’t want to go to the compound. You know Steves disappointing face. The frown and when he crosses his arms in that way. Reminds me of my mom whenever I done something wrong. Or when one of my sisters did. I tried to do it, but I always laughed. Steve, he could do it though. Whenever they done something stupid, he gave them that disappointing look, and they would apologise, and grovel for forgiveness, and do I look like I’ll be grovelling for forgiveness from Rogers anytime soon? Pftshh, Sam will use it against me for the rest of my life. You know how those smartphones work and he’ll whack one out, and start filming and I won’t know anything on how to stop him and...”

“Bucky” Y/N stopped him in his tracks, “Shh, you’ll wake up my neighbours. I don’t need Ms JoJo knocking on my door at 8am about how I’ve got these fells comin’ round at stupid o’clock, then she’ll give me that look you're on about alright. Now come inside” She nodded her head towards where her couch was waiting, most likely to soon be occupied by the very man stood in front of her.

He pushed himself off the wall only to stumble into Y/N and then her door, “Oops” He grumbled while trying to stand straight while holding onto Y/Ns arm.

Se looked down at his gloved metal hand and then his eyes, she bit her lip trying to stop a grin forming on her face, his face was only inches away from hers but she could see how drunk he really was,

“Bucky” She whispered putting her hand on top of the one holding onto her arm, “You’re very, very drunk right now. And never did I think I would see a drunk Bucky Barnes in my life. So, let's get you inside, let me get you some tea, and then get you to sleep”

He nodded at her not saying a word, instead staring into her eyes as if he were looking into her soul, “Your eyes are beautiful Y/N. Has anyone ever told you that?” He slurred out,

“Just you Bucky, just you”

Y/N had a soft smile on her face not feeling frustrated with Bucky at all, knowing he trusted her enough to look after him in his drunken state was something she was surprised at. She had seen him at both his best and worse. And now this weird place in between.

She managed to get Bucky inside he just decided to stumble into Y/N completely and put his arm around her so she could support his body.

“God, what do they feed you” She grumbled while throwing him on the couch, he automatically just relaxed into it, taking off his glove and throwing it anywhere. He then toed off his boots and made himself comfortable while Y/N went to get that mug of tea. She boiled the green tea on the stove with some green tea, tea bags knowing this often helped him sleep at night before she went to sit with him and handed him a glass of water.

“Bucky” She whispered, cupping his right cheek, “Tell me, what happened tonight”

He just grumbled incoherently enjoying the warmth of her hand on his cold skin,

“Hey” She called again, sitting on both knees in front of him, getting him to look at her, “Are you ok?”

She could tell how his body language had changed, his face had just collapsed almost,

“It would’ve been my mom’s birthday today” He whispered, “And I miss them. All of them. You know I had 3 younger siblings. And it was hard work looking after them to make sure my mom didn’t overdo it yano. I... sometimes dream about them. Well, I think it’s them. I don’t really remember those dreams.” He had managed to get Y/N tucked under his arm, she was cuddled into her side, “Don’t really remember what they look like. I remember the layout of our house, but can’t visualise it. And the way my mom smelt, I’ll never forget that or how my younger sister always wanted me to teach her how to box, I was a champion yano that Y/N, I worked hard at everything I have done to be thrown into the future where none of my family are” His eyes were sad and dark, Y/N just let him talk, she could feel the way his chest was slowly rising and falling,

“I just wanted a way to numb the pain. And when the alcohol couldn’t do it, figured you could”

“You done what you had to do Buck. But why didn’t you just call me?” Y/N asked him,

“Figured you’d be asleep and I didn’t want ya driving around town at this time of night”

“You woke me up anyway didn’t you?” She grinned while nudging his side, “Now let me go so I can get your tea” She said though in reality, she didn’t want his arms to leave her.

As if he read her mind his arms just tightened around her, “Hmm, I think I like you like this though Y/N”

“I think I do as well Buck. But I also know that the only way I’ll get you to get a little sober is with Tea”

He then reluctantly let her go but only to stand up with her and lean himself against her again to the kitchen,

“Why do you do this for me Y/N?”

“Why not buck?”

“I know but you just... you’re too good to me sometimes” He grumbled into her hair,

She laughed at that statement, “How am I too good to you?”

“You... look after me. You just... had this thing about you and it sounds stupid but you make me feel safe”

She smiled at that, and turned down the boiling water before starting on his tea,

“You wanna hear something stupid?” She asked him before turning to him, “you make me feel safe as well”

A smile broke out on his face and instead of saying anything back he leaned down to kiss the top of her head,

She then wordlessly gave him his mug and took it before he nearly spilt the contents and gave it to him again when he was sat down, both of them closer than before.

“Thank you Y/N. For everything”

“Anytime Bucky. 3am, or 3pm. I’m here for you”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go as soon as I’ve finished this”

She snorted at that statement, “James Buchanan Barnes. If you think, I’m letting you leave here tonight. You can think again” She used her stern playful voice, stern because she used his full name, playful because she had a smile on her lips, one she was hoping he would miss, but nothing would make him miss that smile. One that made him feel infinitely better.

“Calm down doll. If you wanted me to stay the night you should’ve just said”

“Alright, I will. You stay with me tonight, and there’s nothing you can do about it Barnes”

He laughed at that, he knew coming here would be the right decision, especially since he knew she made everything better for him,

“You’re not going to leave me out here alone though are you Y/N” He joked his voice light and flirty,

He felt her head shake, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Barnes. You make me feel safe. So I gotta keep you close. Especially in this city”

He chuckled at that feeling content at her words.

A/N: As I said, not my best work, nothing is right now considering I’m just splitting my concentration and decided to post 3 fics in one night because I’m avoiding everything in life rn banter though 30 days left of university forever, also

If anyone wants to request anything, just send me the request and I'll try my best - you can send your own prompts or grab them from what I’ve already posted.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes Imagine #Bucky Barnes Drabble #Drunk Bucky Barnes #Sad Bucky Barnes #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky x Reader #Barnes x Reader #MCU #Marvel Cinematic universe #The Winter Solider #The Winter Solider x Reader #Fluff #Angst #Bucky Barnes Angst #Bucky Barnes Fluff

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victory-cookies · 5 years

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Too bad for Marv and Jackie that they don’t want to talk about the dragon incident ‘cause I want to know what happened! SO...DRAGON FOR JACKIE AND MARVIN!!!

A/N: Magic and alcohol don't mix... Also sorry if this seems incoherent I'm a little loopy rn and I have no idea why lol

Jackie took a long sip of his beer before setting it down on the table. "Y'know what I love?" he asked.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Dragons," Jackie replied. "Dragons are just so cool, man." He picked his beer back up and drained it. "I wanna be a dragon."

Marv chuckled, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand and leaning back on the couch. "Really?"

Jackie nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!" He paused, looking thoughtful. "Hey, Marv, d'you think you could, like, turn me into a dragon, with your fancy-shmancy magicalness?"

"I dunno... I guess I could give it a try..."

Jackie beamed. "Oh, please, pretty please!" he exclaimed, words slurring slightly.

"M'kay. Whatever y'say, dude." Marvin set down his bottle and raised a hand. His fingertips began to glow and pulse, and with a flick of his hand, a shower of sparks fell over Jackie.

As the sparks disappeared, it was clear that Jackie remained very much human, to Marvin's confusion. "Ah, shit," he mumbled. "Guess that didn't—"

Jackie brought his hands in front of his face, eyes widening. "Marv, you did it! You did it!"

"What're you talking about?" Marv asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm a dragon! Look!"

Marvin laughed as Jackie thrust his arm in front of his face. "Jackie, no, you're not—"

Jackie began to flap his arms wildly and floated up into the air. "I can even fly like a dragon!" he shouted excitedly.

"Jackie, you could already do that!" Marv snorted.

Jackie landed back on the couch, smiling widely. "I'm a motherfucking dragon!" With what sounded like a mix between a shout and a roar, he shot up and bounded up the stairs.

Marvin sighed and rubbed his eyes. Hopefully the spell would wear off by morning, but until then, he had a very drunk, very excitable dragon-man on his hands.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #VicFic #jackieboyman #Mavin the magnificent #dragons #this is based off a headcanon I have that Jackie really loves dragons

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ddaenghoney · 6 years

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Text prompts

Some fluff, some angst, some sarcastic; all random! (feel free to alter as needed to fit your muses’ personalities, if reblogging for your own use!)

“It’s raining outside and you know what that means”

“What did I say about sending dank memes?”

“Before I click the link tell me what it is because last time it wasn’t... pleasant.”

“I’m on my way with donuts so you better be home”

“You look crazy grinning at your phone like that”

“That message wasn’t meant for you.”

“I bet my FBI agent likes me more than you”

“Look at this dog”

“Why aren’t you here in my arms right now?”

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this over text.”

“What did you expect?”

“I’m blocking you.”

“If you text me back within the day it’ll be the quickest you’ve ever replied.”

“You can choke.”

“Come hug me.”

“Why are you up at 3am texting me?”

“If I don’t text you back it’s because I’m busy but I’ll be sure to tell you goodnight at the very least.”

“I thought you trusted me.”

“I’m not doing this over text.”

“I dropped my entire pizza on the ground so yeah today is great.”

“Why did you just send me a bunch of incoherent letters”

“Stop talking to me in emojis I don’t get it.”

“Rip bitch lmao”

“My mom just texted me af, please stop teaching her text slang.”

“This isn’t tinder, it’s my life”

“Do you also see the guy over there in a pink chicken costume?”

“God you’re being so annoying.”

“Why did you expect me to show up on time? You never do.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that we’re missing a toaster? How in the hell did you break it this time?”

“I’m about to get real soft so bear with me.”

“Your friend kept flirting with me so I got him/her to stop by saying I had a crush on you.”

“t h e f a c t y o u p u t a s p a c e b e t w e e n e a c h l e t t e r p r o v e s h o w e x t r a y o u a r e.”

“You can block me but I’m still your roommate.”

“Oh god why are you caps-locking me this time?”

“Kms. Kiss my self-esteem. I feel like garbage please help.”

“It sucks because we’re texting so you feel close but I know you’re actually so far away.”

“Are you really crying or just saying you are?”

“You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Put on your location I want to fight.”

“The texts you sent me last night were a lot. How drunk were you?”

“Stop texting me puns I’m trying to live my life in peace.”

“Get over here these guys are destroying me in video games I need an ally.”

“Why would you think that’s okay?”

“Thank you for spamming my phone with selfies. Jokes on you because I think you’re beautiful and love every single one.”

“If you send ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ one more time I’m blocking you.”

“My friend changed all my contact names to body parts, so who are you?”

“You’re in the same room as me why are we texting rn.”

“I just evaded death, not clickbait.”

“Okay maybe I exaggerated.”

“I’m sorry I texted so many times I just missed you.”

“Send me selfies I want to see something pretty.”

Send a prompt and a name!

#cmon guys i have to go visit my family give me something to look forward to for when i get back lmao please send some #text prompts #prompts #prompt ideas #prompt meme #sentence starters

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fallingsunflower · 3 years

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“Ok I’m a little drunk rn ngl (I’m of age don’t worry) so I hope this makes sense BUT I swear if I run into her next week when I go into the city idk what I’ll do lol 😂”

LMAOOOOOO HAVE FUN MOD 🤣🤣🤣

I’m so sorry 😂 I’m good, I’m thriving. Just if my posts are incoherent you know why

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abunchofsemicoherentwords · 7 years

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Interrupted (Lipstick Stains Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 of Lipstick Stains. Follows right where it left off with she and Tom getting steamy in the bathroom.

Part 1: Lipstick Stains

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little swearing and some smuttiness

A/n: I know, I know, it took me forever, but this was hard to write. I just hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I’m actually so tired rn so ima go to sleep, but hopefully you guys will let me know what you think. Also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love ya x

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She walked right back up to Tom, grabbed his shirt front and pulled his mouth against hers. She needed him. Now.

Their kiss grew intense, fast. She pushed him, his back hitting the wall roughly. Her arms wound around his neck and his around her waist. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Their bodies already pressed together, she lifted her knee to his hip and wrapped her leg around his thigh. His hands found her ass again and once more, he lifted her up. When her legs tightened around him, he spun them, trapping her between the wall and himself.

He slid a hand between their bodies, squeezing her breast. She moaned against his mouth. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, leaving butterfly kisses all over her delicate skin. He returned to her sweet spot, doing all he could to keep her moaning. The sounds falling from her parted lips were the best thing he had heard. The fact that he could do that to her, fuelled his desire.

He kissed back up along her neck and jaw, capturing her mouth. It was messy and heated, a battle for dominance. He tasted the lingering alcohol on her tongue. What else does she taste like?

He moved his hands to her legs and pushed them down a little, indicating that she return to the ground. Without breaking their kiss, her feet touched the floor. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs where her dress had ridden up. Grabbing the hem, he pulled it, over her ass and past the curve of her back. As he continued up past her chest, she stretched her arms above her head. Their lips parted for a moment as he pulled the dress off her completely and threw it to the floor. They didn’t miss a beat, resuming their kiss immediately.

His hands roamed her body, the skin on skin contact so enticing, trailing from her back to her hips to her stomach. He pulled away and stared deeply, eyes dark with lust. He slowly fell to his knees in front of her, kissing over her bare skin, lower and lower. She let her head fall back against the cool tiles. He glided his hands up the back of her legs, squeezing her ass before hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties. He paused, waiting for permission.

“Please,” she breathed.

He didn’t waste a minute more, dragging the lace fabric down her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, anticipating that first touch. He gently spread her legs and started just above her knee, one kiss, so light. She sighed softly. He teased her with another, just millimetres above the previous one.

“Tom,” she whined.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations against her skin sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, no, darling, I wanna savour this,” his voice was low.

He continued kissing his way up, mouth open, leaving a trail of wetness.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered.

He was almost there, right where she needed him. Her fingers tightened their grip on his curls.

And then, ripping them from their reverie, there came a loud banging on the door.

Her eyes fluttered open, goose bumps rising all across her skin. Adjusting to reality under the glare of the bathroom light, she suddenly felt exposed and very vulnerable.

Tom pulled away from her, turning to the source of the interruption.

“What?” he yelled, exasperation evident in his voice.

“Dude, hurry up! Sarah’s about to throw up all over your floor,” an urgent voice called back.

“Fuck.”

He returned his attention to her, but she was already tugging her dress on with haste.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered, as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Wait, what?” he stood up.

He wet a towel, wiping the lipstick smears off his face. She grabbed it from his hand, and did the same.

“This was a mistake,” she repeated firmly, handing the now-stained cloth back. She refused to meet his eyes. A quick look in the mirror convinced her she was decent enough.

Without any further explanation, she opened the door.

“All yours,” she said to the pair waiting outside. She stepped out of the way, as they rushed in.

Taking a deep breath, she held her head high and made her way back to the party. She tried to ignore Tom behind her. She knew he was eager to talk to her, to ask her why it was a mistake, to figure out what happens now; but she wasn’t. The sooner she could forget their encounter, the better.

Upon entering the living room, she spotted Kat. She saw her eyes light up at her appearance, a cheeky grin spreading across her face and excitement visibly bubbling. Excusing herself, she came bounding over.

“So, you and Tom, eh?” she asked, nudging her in the ribs.

“For like five seconds, yeah – and then I found my dignity.”

“Oh shut up and give me details. It’s about time you two hooked up. Tell me everything.”

Her mind wandered back to the bathroom. She recalled his face buried in her neck, writhing in his grasp, skin burning everywhere he touched her. She remembered the pleasure she felt with his lips pressed against her thigh, creeping higher and higher.

Feeling very hot, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears, she kicked herself mentally. You need to get a grip.

“I need alcohol,” was all she told her friend.

Two hours and many shots of vodka later, she was standing on the coffee table, singing off key, dancing to her own beat. She was very drunk.

Most of the guests had left already, the final stragglers wishing Kat and Haz farewell. Tom was busy cleaning up, collecting cups and empty plates into a trash bag. He couldn’t help looking at her now; he hadn’t been able to help stealing glances in her direction all night. Since she had left him hanging earlier, he didn’t know what he felt. The proud, stubborn part of him was mad at her. Maybe it was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. Although there was another part of him that was sorry they didn’t get to finish. Man, the way she said my name.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, forgetting her soft skin and sultry moans. Kat and Haz walked in, it was just the four of them now. They both looked at her and Tom and exchanged a look.

“It’s late, we should sleep. Let’s clean up tomorrow,” Haz said to Tom.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” Kat agreed.

“No, no, no, I’m not tired!”

The three of them turned to see her teetering at the edge of the table, swaying unsteadily in her heels.

“Someone should get her.”

“I love her, but I’m so sleepy right now,” Kat groaned, draping herself over Haz’s shoulder.

“Come on, love, I’ll put you to bed,” he smiled down at her.

“Tom, are you okay to put her to bed?” he indicated the other girl, now mumbling incoherent lyrics.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Yeah, you two go to bed. I’ll take care of her.”

“Great.”

They bid him goodnight and left.

He sighed again, putting the trash bag on the floor and turning the music off.

“Hey!” she cried.

“It’s time to go to bed, darling.”

“No, Tommy, I wanna dance some more,” she lifted one foot and tried to do a pirouette. However, completely lacking any stability at this point, she lost her balance. He darted to her side. Too stunned to make any noise, she toppled straight into his waiting arms.

“That was close! You’re my hero, Tommy.”

She leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so nice,” she crooned.

“Okay, you are really off your face right now, aren’t you?” he asked, supporting her as she went limp.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Alright, let’s get you some water,” he said, holding her up and guiding her to the kitchen.

Pouring her a glass of chilled water, he handed it to her. She raised it to her mouth, but in her intoxicated state, half the liquid spilled down her chest.

“Oh, that’s cold!” she giggled.

“Great, now you gotta change. Honestly, darling,” he grumbled.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to his bedroom. He sat her on the edge of his bed and went to his wardrobe. He chose a sweater at random.

She was lying on her back, legs still on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune only she knew. There was a goofy smile on her face. She was quite adorable.

“Up you get, darling,” he pulled her back onto her feet.

There was no way she would be able to change herself, so he took it upon himself to undress her for the second time that night.

She giggled again.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Tommy?”

“We already tried that, love, didn’t work out too well,” he replied.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna kiss you.”

He pulled her arms through each sleeve, ignoring her.

“There,” he said, checking her over. His jumper hung loose on her small frame, it reached halfway down her thighs and her hands were engulfed in the sleeves.

She yawned, covering her mouth with a sweater paw.

“Seems you’re tired after all, darling,” he pulled back the covers. It would be easier to allow her to sleep in here, and he take the guest room instead.

“I like when you call me ‘darling’.”

“Come lie down,” he smiled. She lay down and snuggled in as he tucked the covers around her. Leaning over her already, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep here? Next to me?” she gazed up at him through drooping eyelids.

He paused, considering her request. Then he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

He wriggled under the covers and she shimmied back against him. He spooned her, folding a strong arm around her stomach. Her hair tickled his cheek, and he huffed, blowing it away. He liked the way she felt, nestled into his chest, legs entwined with his. He could get used to this.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

They settled in. He waited for her breathing to become even before he too, fell sound asleep.

Part 3: Sleepover

Tagging: @tommysdarlin @lionfart @bisexualmomfriend @girlwith100names @jjgirl4797 @spideyontherun @unfoxs @oswald-1998 @settlebackeasy @spideytomsbutt @spxderman-s

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