#TW Alcohol

[tofumixp]

┊DRUNKEN NIGHT IN YOUR ARMS┊˚✧

┊ONE SHOT┊NAKAHARA CHUUYA X GN!READER┊

Chuuya birthday special, attempt on fluff (prolly failed womp womp), 838 words, unedited

warnings: ooc(?), cringe :3, alcohol, Chuuya being drunk-ish, cuddling, so much cringe I would be ashamed of this in the future

(a/n): This is the first work I publish on Tumblr help... Didn't know what I was doing tbh js winging it w a few ideas from my readers on Quotev

Birthdays weren't celebrated in the Port Mafia.

You knew that, but a little something for Chuuya won't hurt.

“What’s this?” Chuuya asked, staring at the white box with a loose lid that you placed on his lap. It was a fairly large one, decorated with a red ribbon on top.

“Open it,” you smile, taking a seat next to him.

Chuuya had just returned home, after a long day. The first thing greeting him was you knocking on his door and pulling him over to sit on the couch, before handing a giant box to him.

“Is there a bomb in here or..?”

You bit back the urge to laugh. “No, why would I put a bomb in there?”

“I was kiddin’,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, a small smile on his face. He tugged off the ribbon, gently opening the lid, curious on what's inside.

“Ta-da! Happy birthday, Chu!”

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, jolting in surprise when the box suddenly moved.

Inside the box was a puppy. A golden retriever to be specific. The puppy was staring up at Chuuya, tail wagging slightly.

“[Name]...” Chuuya called, voice trailing off.

“Hm?” your expression drops for a moment, wondering if you've done anything wrong.

Jokes on you, you did quite the opposite, he loved it. “Thank you,” he mutters, looking adoringly at the pup, gently patting the head.

They say alcohol reveals one's truest feelings.

You guess that it’s true, with Chuuya mumbling off whatever went through his mind.

Hours passed, the clock ticking just after midnight. Chuuya opened a good bottle of Romanée-conti in celebration, though, just a glass down and he's more than a little tipsy.

Intoxicated, Chuuya was leaning over a balcony railing, ranting off. The topic ranges from reminiscence of the past few years, to musings about how much he loves you. The truest thoughts spill easily from his tongue while he's under the influence.

You, of course, remained sober, listening to every single word leaving his mouth.

You noticed he was getting too tipsy, a soft flush appearing on his cheek, barely noticeable under the faint moonlight. So, with care, you started to lead him back inside, holding his hand and guiding him towards the couch, before heading towards the kitchen.

“Here you go,” you hand him a glass of cold water, hoping to help get him a bit sober. Chuuya’s low tolerance for alcohol always ends up as a challenge for both of you, but it wasn't something you couldn’t manage.

Chuuya took the glass, drinking it down in one go. The whole world is still spinning, but at least his mind is a little less foggier. He'll get a killer hangover in the morning, though he's leaving that as tomorrow’s problem.

Covered in darkness, the room basked in a soft type of atmosphere. The puppy was content with his new home, sleeping comfortably on a bed you bought along with you.

You sit besides him, putting away the glass into the coffee table in front of the couch, only to feel a weight leaning on your shoulder. Soft music played quietly in the background, just some background noise while enjoying each other's company.

You moved your positions so that you were leaning on the arm rest, Chuuya laying on top of you, face buried on your chest. The two of you ended up in this position, cuddling up against each other under the influence of alcohol.

“Chuuya,” you whisper, a soft smile tilting your tone. Your fingers carding through his red hair, entwined within the soft locks and lightly tugging at the loose knots.

“Mmm?” he let out a small hum in reply, tiredly glancing at you with loving eyes. He was relaxed, at the moment, indulging himself into the comfort of your warm embrace, simply existing in the moment. An arm around his waist, resting in his back, the other tangled in his hair.

You shift your position a bit, placing your chin on top of his head before planting a soft kiss on his forehead, in which he smiled at. “Are you comfortable?” you ask, burying your face on top of his head. The light scent of wine and cologne meeting your senses.

“Mhm,” he answers, voice slurred and muffled against the fabric of your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. “Good to hear,”

Chuuya remained silent, only leaning into the touch with a content smile, staring at you. Your hold on him was comforting, he could just fall asleep right there. He probably will, anyway.

He could feel the warmth from your body, like a radiator. Chuuya snuggled closer, yearning to be as close as possible to you. You two fit like two pieces of a puzzle, it felt right. 

“[Name],” he muttered, leaning up enough that you could fully see his face, mesmerizing eyes staring at your own.

“Yes, Chu?” you reply, all your attention to him.

“Thank you,”

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[retrotrait]

Anani meets Simon's mother for coffee. She's a peach.

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[defiantcripple]

Out getting drinks with my forearm crutches, and I was able to ask the bartender to help me carry my drink while only feeling a LITTLE weird about it. Go me!

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[franzkafkagf]

any thoughts on aegon‘s alcoholism and substance abuse? I love your the analyses you do btw!

Thank you and what a great prompt! anon, your mind!!

You know, when I think of Aegon, I think of his faults. And his most obvious fault is his overindulgence; in sex, in alcohol, in meaningless "fun". But if you watch the show you realize that something else lies behind that overindulgence, it's avoidance.

swear to god – blackbear

Because that's what it is in the end, he's always running. Running from responsibility, running from his reality; he doesn't want to face any of it, he can't bear it. He can't bear the thought of his failure, of the inadequacy he feels. He is weak, he knows that, he decided to not fight against it. Instead he numbs himself and seeks out any and every distraction.

be drunk – charles baudelaire

There is a comment to be made on how westerosi culture is irrevocably connected to alcohol- there is no feast, no council meeting, no hunting party, without wine. Each region boasts its very own brand of alcohol; they take great pride in it. It's woven into every facet of society. I'm reminded of episode 7. Aegon is no older than 16 and getting black-out drunk at a funeral, and no one finds this strange.

It seems to be acceptable, even normal to some degree, to be an alcoholic in their society. I think that's why he could never let it go, even when he had finally accepted his responsibilities and faced them head on. He had enough will to reject milk of the poppy, something his father couldn't.

say it ain't so – weezer

But not with wine, I believe he found comfort in it, sought the warm feeling in his throat when he drank. Alcohol is everywhere and he was constantly tempted by it, he couldn't let that go. It literally haunted him to the end; he died from poisoned wine.

bug like an angel – mitski

I wanna end this with reccommending two great fics tackling his alcoholism. All Kings Are Beautiful by @gwenllian-in-the-abbey and Woke up this Morning and found myself Dead

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[unclenegan]

hey, guys, it's ya girl. sorry i disappeared, but... guess who's three weeks sober?

#out of character. ⸻ hope speaks. #i WOULD say im feelin gr8 but #im still having a lot of health issues #one hurdle at a time though<333333 #im still v proud and finally excited to get back into things i enjoy #tw alcohol #tw sobriety

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

#tw alcohol #resident evil #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

#video #tiktok #videos #meme #tiktoks #no cc #tw alcohol #unreality

[yamujiburo]

Ugly

[All comics in order here]

#hanamusashipping #hanamusa comic #jessie #delia ketchum #james #rotom #tw alcohol #my art

[attyattlaw]

like hiring a horse to dogsit

#based on an actual conversation ive had #trafalgar law #killer #massacre soldier killer #op killer #can we just settle on killer's actual tag like actually? #eustass kid #eustass kidd #this may come as a surprise but i was killer in that conversation #ross then proceeded to compute the actual ascorbic acid content relative to my body mass and i just continued drinking #that band au #forgot that tag #tw alcohol

[bisexualgoth]

bonus: say in the tags how old u were in the tags + what's your legal drinking age or, if u never drunk before, feel free to say your age too + why, if you have a reason why you don't drink!

#444 #i was like 14? bc i'm eastern european lmaooo #my polls #polls #poll #alcohol #tw alcohol #cw alcohol

[felsicveins]

The road to forgiveness is paved with miles of bullying

#okay this is the last drunk JD art for a while HFJEJFKCJEJEJ #i just cant resist a fail girl #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls branch #branch trolls #branch #john dory #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #brozone #comic #tw drinking #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #alcohol mention #probably should do this for the other ones

[ao3-crack]

(x)

#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #you went to a pool party without me #it was a drunken pool party #you went to a drunken pool party without me #tw alcohol mention #tw alcohol

[yuyu-finale]

downtime 🛋️

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #i drew this with trimax ww in mind but he can be tristamp woowoo too #art by yuyu #tw smoking #tw alcohol #fun fact the pattern on his soles comes from confessional screens

[sibmakesart]

*grab* *grab* *gra-

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[moonstruckme]

hi! i've been stalking your page for literal hours and i love how you write poly marauders so much!! could you write how they would react to the reader coming home from a night out with a black eye or something like that?? <33333

Thank you lovely! And thanks for being so patient while I took literal months to get to this request haha, love you! <3

cw: reader is drunk and has a black eye

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Hey, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you come in the door. Remus shushes him, and he lowers his voice. “How’re the girls?” 

“Good,” you reply, cautiously quiet as you kick off your shoes. 

Rounding the couch, you see James asleep on Remus’ shoulder, a small puddle of drool soaking into the material of the taller boy’s pajama shirt. They’re all in pajamas, actually. Envy strikes you through the heart. They look so unbearably cozy, better than you in your scratchy jeans and too-tight top. 

“I hope you didn’t wait up,” you say as Remus flips his book closed, and Sirius chuckles. You’ll learn later that you’d been slurring your words. 

“We don’t mind,” Remus confirms your suspicions. “You didn’t walk home by yourself, did you?” 

You shake your head, flopping into the spot beside James on the couch. Only you hadn’t quite thought that through, and Remus tuts as he starts to rouse. 

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Um, the girls dropped me off out front.” 

Sirius nods his approval. James hums as he picks his head up off Remus’ shoulder, spotting you. 

“Hey, lovie.” He transfers his affections to you, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting himself weigh heavily against your front. You giggle, your favorite monkey. “Did you just get home?” 

“Uh-huh. Oh, Jamie!” You gasp as a memory makes its way out of the fog of your brain. “I saw something you would have loved.” 

“What’s that?” he asks. 

“We came across a dog park, and I didn’t even know those could be open at night but—” 

“No, angel.” He’s stopped hugging you, an unpleasant development, one of his hands leaving your neck to hold your cheek. “What’s that on your face?” 

“Hm?” You don’t remember anything getting on your face. “I dunno. Jamie, I’m trying to tell you about the puppies.” 

“Just hold on, darling, sorry. Is that a bruise?” 

“What?” Sirius is in front of you before you know what’s happened. Vampire-fast, you think fascinatedly, wondering if he’d have been a streak across your vision had you bothered to look. Though, to be fair, your vision is generally streaky at the moment. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting it up and to the side. “Remus, point your light here.” 

There’s a low creaking as Remus adjusts his reading lamp, and then you’re squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Jesus, what the hell?” 

Remus curses softly, and you squint to see him leaning closer to you. Your boyfriends’ faces crowd your vision like a three-headed monster. 

“Baby,” Sirius says, sounding heartbroken, “what happened?” 

“I don’t—can you move the light away?” 

More creaking, and you can see again. You blink, eyes watery, and Sirius lays a painstakingly gentle thumb over the skin beneath your eye. 

“It must be bad if it’s already bruising,” he says. 

Remus stands. “Then we should put ice on it.” 

You pout as he disappears into the kitchen, but Sirius recaptures your attention by turning your face toward his. 

“I need you to think.” He fixes his stare on yours gravely. His eyes are the color of the moon reflecting off water. You try to tell him so, but his frown doesn’t abate. “Listen,” he says, “what happened to hurt your eye? You have to remember.” 

You purse your lips, shaking your head at him. “I feel like I’d know if something happened,” you say self-assuredly. “It’s probably just makeup. Can you get me a wipe?” 

“Angel.” James’ eyebrows have hooked upwards in the middle. He’s looking uncharacteristically serious, too. Your boyfriends are really not being a ton of fun tonight, you think. “It’s all red and purple. You can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, babydoll.” 

You shrug. That may be so. But if it doesn’t hurt, who really cares? 

Sirius gets up just as Remus comes back with what looks like a balled-up dish towel. He passes it to you with a tender look on his face. 

“Put this on your eye, honey,” he says. Then, “Sirius, love, where are you going?” 

“To call Evans.” 

You touch the cloth to your eye, but it’s freezing cold, and you opt to let it rest in your lap instead.

“She won’t even be home yet,” Remus argues. “And what do you think you’ll accomplish if you do get ahold of her? She can’t tell us anything now that she won’t still know in the morning.” 

“What if somebody did this to her? If Evans saw, I want to know about it tonight.” 

“Don’t you think,” James says, “that if someone hit her, the girls would’ve come in and told us?” You lean against his side, and he wraps an arm around you automatically, rubbing your shoulder. He smells like strawberries and laundry detergent and something ineffably homey. “They wouldn’t have just dropped her off out front.” 

“What if no one saw?” 

“Then what do you think calling will do, love?” 

“I just…I feel like I have to do something. Don’t you?” 

You lean your head on James’ shoulder and snuggle into the familiar sounds of your boyfriends’ voices, overlapping and intermingling. You don’t realize they’ve gone quiet until Remus’ hand wraps around yours, and you open your eyes. 

“You’ve got to actually hold this on your eye,” he chides lovingly, taking the dish towel from you and pressing it to your face. 

The edge of something hard beneath the cloth digs into a tender spot beneath your eye, and you flinch. “Ow.” 

Remus’ forehead creases sympathetically. “Sorry.” 

But the pain brings another memory out of the fog. You pick your head up as you feel your good eye widen in realization, meeting Sirius’. 

He flicks up an eyebrow. “What’re you smiling about?” 

“I remember what happened,” you admit, a touch of embarrassment to your tone. And if you hadn’t had everyone’s attention before, you do now. 

“What was it?” James rubs your shoulder reassuringly. “You can tell us.” 

“It’s…when we were at the dog park, I got distracted.” 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “Go on.” 

You rub your lips together self-consciously. “I may have walked into a sign. About poop bags.” 

James leans away from you to see you better. “Like, a metal sign?” 

You nod, and he winces. 

“Ouch, lovie.” 

“Fucking hell.” Sirius covers his face with both hands, loosing a big breath through the cracks in his palms. Remus reaches back to pats his leg consolingly. “I was ready to go after whoever did that with a tire iron.” 

You shrink into the couch cushions. “Sorry.” 

“You could still take a tire iron to the sign, I suppose,” James says. 

Sirius ignores him, crouching in front of you and taking your face in both hands. Remus lets the cloth drop rather than maneuver around him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, understand?” 

“Yeah,” James agrees, “if you injure yourself in the future, ask for a pen and make a note on your arm or something. Save us the worry.” 

You lean forward, pressing a lingering, heartfelt kiss to Sirius’ cheek. 

“Thanks for worrying,” you say, and where your lips touched him the skin glows pink. 

“You’re taking years of my life, you know,” he says quietly. 

Remus chuckles. “Don’t worry. It looks good on you.” 

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[jayevrd]

hes gettin a little silly

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