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shadow--writer · 3 years

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Good day to you! I’m in the mood for some slightly comedic fluff, so here we go! Could I get the main sixes reaction to the MC getting tipsy or drunk and loudly proclaiming to anyone in their sight about how much they love and adore their lover?

Ooooooooh I chuckled when I saw this! And when writing it was a cute prompt. Sorry these were a little short, I thought they were cute still!

Requests are open still (they might be closing soon so I can get all the ones in my inbox cleared out so send in your ask while you can!)

Main six x MC drunken love confessions

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Julian

You two went out to the Rowdy Raven for some fun

Boy did you get it. Drinking games, dancing, music, laughter galore

Julian is having the time of his life and you kind of got swept up in it

The night was still going strong but you’re now drunk and sleepy

Julian notices and picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder

“I think it’s time we go home darling.”

Giggling you kiss the back of his neck “I love you!”

Anyone who stopped by or said hello got a grin from you along with “I love him so much! That’s my boyfriend/husband!!”

Julian turns beet red

Trying not to sputter he nods to the person you were grinning at

You’re still giggling, kissing his neck again murmuring how much you love him

He’s going to melt if you don’t stop

Asra

The two of you were out with friends, drinking sweet fruity things while telling stories and laughing

You’re an affectionate tipsy, arms around their shoulders, legs in their lap

When other people come by asking for him you proudly grin up at them and say “That’s my significant other and I love them soooo much!”

Asra turns so red as you nuzzle into his neck

“And I looooove youu.”

Oh dear you’re gonna kill them

The rest of your friends are laughing at his predicament

Walking you home is quite the trip with you declaring your love for them at everything

But don’t worry he loves you so so much and this display of affection warms his heart right down to the core

Nadia

The two of you are relaxing and drinking champagne

Getting tipsy together is no stranger to you

But you declaring how beautiful and amazing she is to all the servants that come by is well

Surprising

So surprising in fact she chokes on her drink

But she’s okay, watching you talk to Portia about how amazing Nadia is is a....

Rare treat

She loves you so much it aches

You’re so cute to her, and you yelling loudly about how much you love her never fails to make her blush

She’ll brush light kisses on you face and cheek as she helps you off to sleep

Muriel

Muriel is not one for public displays of affection so when you get like this

He’s broken

Great job you broke him again

Now y’all gotta call Asra to get you home before Muriel melts into a puddle and evaporates

Asra would have the time of their life trying to get you two home

With you proclaiming how much you love Muriel to anyone who would listen

He’s bright red but patting your back softly

When you get home he kisses you and says he loves you too

But you are not going anywhere near alcohol anytime soon

Portia

Hanging out in the bath with some wine and Pepi

The both of you get tipsy and are giggling together

Stumbling back into her room, you declare your undying love for her

“This is my girlfriend/wife and I love her so much!”

Portia will blush and blush

But gosh does she love you in all your dorky glory please never change

The other handmaidens and servants have a fun chuckle at your antics

You will go on a rant on how great she is much to her dismay

She loves you though

Lucio

I’m gonna take it the LI aren’t drunk even though Lucio definitely would be drunk and yelling about how much he loves you too

But in this case, he’s sobered up to take care of you

And oh my gosh you’re yelling about how much you love him

Giggling while doing so

He loves you so much but please settle down!

You plant a big kiss on his mouth, whispering how much you love and adore him

Okay that’s it

Throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes he’s taking you to your room

For a nap to nap the drink off

Then he’s gonna show you how much he truly loves you back you silly amazing person

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eclecticminded · 5 years

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anonymous asked: I just love everything you write! ❤️ Can you do something where the reader is married but things are doing really bad with her husband and after one more huge fight, she ends in a bar and meets Rafael/Sonny/Peter (your choice, I’m fine with any of them :p) and he becomes her boyfriend? Just pretty damn good sex at first but he becomes jealous and wants her all by himself :) is that okay to you? Looooove!!!

Thank you so much! For this story I picked Peter, I hope you enjoy!

During your separation you meet Peter Stone.

Warnings: Sex, alcohol, and food mention. Cursing.

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In the process of separating from your husband, you had agreed to split time at the house. One week he’d get the house and one week you did until other arrangements could be made. You tried to make things work, you really did, but he made it so damn hard. It was one fight after another, him putting you down even as you tried to reconcile. During your third week with the house, he decided to be his usual asshole self, and brought his one night stand back. He claimed he “forgot” it was your week but you knew better; he just wanted to hurt you. And it had.

So maybe that’s why you were at a bar you’d never heard of in lower Manhattan. You wanted to forget about this awful night before you had to find somewhere to sleep. Wanted to strategize filing for divorce. That was definitely why when a good looking stranger slid up next to you, you let him order you another drink. You wanted to feel something again. Be appreciated for once.

“Hi, I’m Peter and you look like you need another,” he had a megawatt smile that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You hadn’t felt that in a long time, your plan was already working.

“Y/n. I thought I was doing a good job hiding it,” you tucked your hair behind you ear, “Thank you.”

“Wanna talk about it,” Peter seemed so sincere you wanted to pour your heart out to him, “A pretty lady shouldn’t be drinking alone on a Friday night.

“You don’t want to hear about my divorce,” you nervously laughed and sipped at your drink, your soon to be ex hadn’t called you pretty in years.

“I do if it will make you feel better,” Peter motioned for you to follow him. Without hesitating you followed him to a secluded corner where he gathered together some folders.

“Working,” you teased and sat next to him.

“Always,” he sighed, “But let’s talk about you.” Peter listened while you lamented over your failed marriage. Listened to how you married your high school sweetheart and you wished more than anything you hadn’t done it. All the marriage brought you was heartache. Your husband became disenchanted after the honeymoon and soon after you fell out of love with him. You wanted kids, he didn’t. He wanted you to stay home and wait on his every whim, but if you didn’t work no bills go paid. You were miserable for years, finally putting your foot down when he cheated with his secretary.

“His secretary? Are you kidding me,” Peter rolled his eyes, “That’s so cliché.”

“I know! Found them in our bed,” you finished your third drink and relaxed into the chair.

“That’s not right,” he leaned back too, your knees touched, “Why haven’t you filed for divorce?”

“I’m scared honestly,” you shrugged, “He has a temper. He’s never hit me…but ...”

“And he’s at your house tonight,” Peter raised an eyebrow, becoming more concerned by the minute.

“Yup,” you popped the p and leaned your head on his shoulder. This random stranger you’d know for an hour made you feel more comfortable and safe than your husband ever had. Showed more concern for you than he had since before you got married.

“Do you want to go back to my place? I can sleep on the sofa,” he was such a gentlemen, and it made your heart soar.

“I will go back to your place on two conditions,” you sat up and nodded matter-of-factly.

“And those are…” he trailed off, both confused and intrigued.

“If you are so willing,” you rested your hand on his knee, “I would like you to hold me.”

“And your second condition,” Peter took your hand in his and kissed it.

“Kiss me good night,” you smiled sheepishly, “I haven’t been kissed goodnight or held in years. And you listening to me, truly hearing me, it reminded me how much I missed connecting with someone on that level.”

“I agree to both of those conditions,” Peter waived the waitress over and paid the tab, “Let’s go.” In the back of the Lyft to his place, your hands intertwined like they’d done it a million times before. When he kissed you sweet and slow time stopped and stood still. You’d forgotten what this felt like, being close to someone that desired you as much as you desired them.

“You played for the Cubs,” you marveled at the memorabilia that covered the hallway walls leading to Peter’s bedroom.

“I did,” he chuckled, “You a fan?”

“Not big into sports, I’m a baseball and football widow, “you rolled your eyes, “but I understand them enough.”

“Fair enough,” Peter handed you a shirt and sweats, “the bathroom is through there,” he pointed to a door back in the hall and you went to change. By the time you’d haphazardly brushed your teeth with a finger and toothpaste, Peter was changed. You put your clothes in a pile at the end of the bed and hesitated by the bed while he brushed his teeth.

“Ready for bed,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Mhmm,” you didn’t move, “Peter?”

“Yes beautiful,” his pet name made your stomach swell with butterflies again.

“I don’t want to have sex tonight,” your eyes widened and you started to back pedal, “I mean I want to have sex with you. Just not tonight. Fuck, why did I say anything.” You hung your head.

“Hey hey,” Peter lifted your chin, “I didn’t expect anything. Cuddles and goodnight kiss remember?”

“You are too good to be true Peter Stone,” you rose to tip toes and kissed his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” he half carried you to bed and plopped you down while you giggled.

“I surrender,” you threw your hands up and he laid down facing you after turning the light off.

“Shit I have to put my phone on the charger,” you started to get back up.

“Already did it,” Peter pulled you back down.

“You’re amazing,” you settled back in.

“Goodnight beautiful,” he kissed you again, sweetly but with hints of passion.

“Goodnight handsome,” you rolled over and he pulled you tight against his chest.

Two months later you were out to dinner with Peter. Your love affair started out innocently enough, cuddles and kisses. But the sex, dear gods above the sex. You’d only ever had sex with one person and he was awful at it. Peter did things to you you never knew possible. You experienced orgasms so intense and brought each other such immense pleasure in and out of the bedroom; it was like you were making up for lost time. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourself, and Peter couldn’t believe how good you were at blowjobs.

Peter was laughing at something you’d said when your ex barged into the restaurant. You saw him shove past a waitress and you tensed up, Peter followed your eyesight and stiffened. He’d seen your ex before but they hadn’t formally met, now was a good a time as any it seemed.

“What the hell bitch,” he growled at you.

“Did you follow us here,” you tried to get him to quiet down and sit. He’d followed you before and you’d neglected to tell Peter as to not upset him.

“I tracked your phone,” he shoved your hand away when you offered him a seat, “What the hell is your problem?”

“Hey, just calm down,” Peter tried to defuse the situation, “let’s sit down and talk about this. I’ll order you a drink.”

“Stay the hell out of this,” he growled, “this is between my wife and me,” he snatched your wrist and Peter saw red. Peter ripped your ex’s hand away and gathered his shirt in a fist in one fluid motion. The spot where you were seated was secluded enough no one really saw. The waitress he had shoved did, but she thought it was karma.

“I’m an assistant district attorney, you really want to do that in front of me,” Peter’s voice was low and calm, he didn’t raise his it once. What a nice change of pace from your ex-husbands constant screaming and belittling.

“Sorry man,” he jerked away and fixed his shirt.

“Tell her you’re sorry, not me,” Peter pointed to you.

“Not happening,” he barged off, “We’ll talk later.”

“Peter,” your face was set in stone and unemotional, you were shutting down, “can we please go to your place?”

“Yes, let me pay the bill,” he rushed off and was back by the time your jacket was on. The ride to his place you laid on his shoulder in silence. Neither of you spoke until you were in pajamas and sitting on the sofa.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone,” Peter was first to go, “Least of all him.”

“You don’t have to anymore, not that I’ve been seeing him or anything” you fiddled with the edge of the cushion, “I filed today. That’s why he’s mad.”

“You did,” Peter kissed you excitedly and all your anxiety melted away at his touch. It was a nice change of pace from the flinching you did when your ex would touch you.

“Yeah I did,” you giggled, “Should have a court date soon.”

“I can expedite the process,” Peter started thinking, “Did you call the lawyer I told you about?”

“Yes, she says you’re even now, whatever that means,” you shrugged.

“Before I was an ADA I handled her son’s case pro bono. That’s why you don’t have to pay,” he squeezed your hand.

“Thank you,” you kissed his knuckles, “always taking care of me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he smiled.

“I don’t have anywhere to stay,” reality started to settle in, “He’s mad I filed before him, and he’s bound to be angry and lock me out of the house.”

“You could always live with me,” Peter rubbed his head, “You’re here most of the time anyway.”

“Could I really,” you excitedly launched into his arms.

“Yes beautiful,” he kissed your forehead, “on two conditions.”

“Go on,” you giggled, that was your running gag now.

“First condition, I’m getting you a restraining order first thing in the morning. And I’ll have some friends of mine come with us to serve it and get your stuff,” he leaned back so he could see your face.

“That would be amazing thank you, second condition,” you held up two fingers.

“Be my girlfriend. Officially,” Peter turned a light shade of crimson.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you kissed him, letting the last bits of stress between your bodies melt away.

“Didn’t want to risk scaring you off,” he chuckled.

“Not possible. You are so good to me, what did I do to deserve you,” you snuggled into his embrace.

“It’s simple, you were born,” Peter tucked a blanket around your bodies and clicked the TV on. So this is what a healthy relationship felt like. You could get used to this.

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