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lxvvie · 24 days

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Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

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the-writing-mobster · 1 year

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| FRANSWEEK Day 1 — Sweet Gesture | Underfell Frans Coworkers AU | 🥰 🍷 |

@fransweek

| Day 1 🍷 | Day 2 💎 | Day 3 🏵️ | Day 4 🔪 | Day 5 ⚜️ | Day 6 ✨ | Day 7 💖 |

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elsanna-shenanigans · 5 months

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November/October 2023 Contest Submission #3: The Best of Luck Club

Words: 3,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: Alcohol consumption, cheating mention

Note: this story is disqualified from voting due to not meeting the theme of the prompt. It can still be reviewed by the MRC.

xxxx

Anna stared down at the last text she’d sent. It needed a response. She hadn’t gotten one.

Hey, so my flight gets in at 2pm your time. I can’t wait to meet you! xx

Sure, she hadn’t expected anything really over the top. Not like those videos she’d seen, with people waiting with a full band and flowers and shit. But someone.

After all, she’d flown here for one specific purpose: to meet her boyfriend. Properly, in person. Take the relationship from the digital world and into the physical.

But there was no one waiting for her.

Just landed, she typed out, sitting on a bench outside the airport with her bag. It was absolutely sweltering, which was a novel concept: sweating in December. Apparently it could get even worse.

Maybe she should have… booked a hotel or something. Hans had said it wouldn’t be necessary but… did he forget when her flight was arriving?

Sucking in a breath, she looked around. Then she looked back at her phone. The message hadn’t been sent yet, and she’d need to get a new SIM card, but she could afford one little message.

Just arrived. I can’t hang at the airport all day. You mentioned you live in the city so I’m going to head there. Please let me know when you get this! xx

Pressing ‘send’, Anna let out a breath. He was probably just driving or something. Maybe he had work?

Standing up, she began heading towards the taxi rank. There were dozens of people and not many cabs: it seemed they used Uber here, too. Towards the back of the queue she spotted an empty taxi that no one else seemed to have noticed yet. Perfect.

Moving forward, she was just reaching for the car door when another hand came into view. It belonged to a young woman, probably about her age. She was dressed in business-casual, and when she spoke, it was with a distinctive Australian accent. Very unlike Anna’s New York lilt.

“Oh! Sorry!” she said, before Anna could offer her own apologies.

“No-no, it’s fine! You take it.”

The woman smiled. “Where are you going? We could split the fare if you like?”

Honestly, that sounded really nice. “I’m- honestly I’m not really sure. My boyfriend was supposed to pick me up but he’s not answering… Probably just head to um…” she wracked her head for the name of a street he’d told her about. “King Street?”

The woman levelled a sympathetic smile. “Oh, you mean Queen Street? I’m heading that direction, too. I’m not a murderer or anything, I swear! It’s just right in the middle of town.”

Anna laughed, though it was a lot more earnest than the woman’s. “No, you certainly don’t look like a murderer,” she conceded.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

Anna looked away, cheeks still bunched up in a smile. “Well, a murderer wants to be unnoticed, right? Whereas you definitely draw the eye…”

And she did. A sharp nose that was small enough to still be petite, centred on a heart-shaped face. Her hair was a pale blonde that seemed natural, fashioned into a casual version of the classic corporate bun. She dressed like a lawyer, but her blue eyes held too much light, and there were subtle laugh lines around her lips. The woman’s eyes widened, mouth dropping to form an ‘o’ of surprise before it slipped into a much more natural smile. She held out her hand. “I’m Elsa.”

Anna took it gladly, shaking gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elsa. I’m Anna. And I’d love to take you up on your offer.”

In the back of her mind, she was still rather upset with Hans, with him not showing. But the day had turned around, just a little bit.

xxxx

It was so different from the States. So different. Elsa didn’t say much at first; she just let Anna look out the car window. Driving on the wrong side was novel, and the long stretch of road from the airport was so uninhabited it made it hard to believe that she was so close to the hub of a city. Of course it came into view before long, and yet it was still so strange! Very clearly segregated in a way that her own country wasn’t; only the rich, it seemed, lived in the city. And how quickly it changed from city to suburb! Anna was never one to be seen and not heard, and soon she was sharing every inane thought that popped into her head. Elsa didn’t seem to mind, though. She just smiled and nodded along and responded to all the banal little musings. In the back of her mind, Anna registered that Hans rarely entertained her like this. He thought she was dull sometimes. Swallowing, she pushed that thought away.

Elsa lived in a little suburb called ‘Teneriffe’, which was an absurd name (though not so strange as some of the other names she rattled off), and only a few kilometres (not miles, not here) from the inner city.

“You should definitely visit Southbank if you get a chance. And the botanical gardens are amazing. And it’s all within walking distance so you can see the whole city.”

“The whole city is in walking distance?” Anna asked. Elsa shrugged.

“Brisbane’s small. Not like Sydney or Melbourne. Although we do have better traffic. And also the Gold Coast. How long are you here for?”

“A couple of days, maybe longer. It kind of… depended on how everything went.” Anna sighed, looking at her phone again. Still nothing.

“If… if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around the city a bit. Maybe we can get something to eat. To… make up for your boyfriend missing you. I promise not all Australians are like that.”

The suggestion made Anna laugh. She seemed trustworthy. But she didn’t say yes, and maybe it was a cultural thing but Anna had a feeling it was a gender thing. Elsa reached down to her wallet and pulled out her ID card. God even it looked silly – it was bright yellow! She passed it to Anna.

“Here. To take a picture of to send to your friends or something. Like I said, I’m not a murderer.”

“Oh, that’s – I’m sure you’re not—” Anna started. Elsa put the plastic card on Anna’s knee.

“Then for my peace of mind, and your friends. It’s fine, really.”

Pursing her lips, Anna lifted the card. There was even a little chip in it, like a debit card. She wondered what it was used for.

“Elsa Aren, huh?” she asked instead. Then she leaned forward and pulled out her own ID. “It’s only fair, after all,” she said, before grabbing her phone and opening the camera app.

“Anna Sommers,” Elsa read. “Your hair is different…”

Anna gave a little laugh that was more self-deprecating than it meant to be. “Yeah. The red is natural – the bleach blonde was not. I always wanted to be blonde because all the pretty girls were. It’s only since starting university that I’ve realised how little I care about that now.”

“Red hair suits you,” Elsa said lightly, handing back the card. “And now I know you’re definitely old enough to drink here. There’s some cool clubs not far from the CBD. You should try and get around to it while you’re here.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m a bit jet-lagged, and I’ve never been out drinking before…”

Elsa laughed. “Very fair. Well, I’m sure your boyfriend has just lost track of time. He’s probably planned out a whole week of adventures for you.”

Swallowing, Anna pushed a wan smile. “Yeah. Probably.” Her phone sat, obstinate and silent, in her hands. “I’ll send him another message when I get some Wi-Fi.”

Her first text had gone through, she was sure of it, but perhaps she got his number wrong. They’d mostly talked through Discord or Messenger. Saucy Snapchats.

It didn’t take long to sort out a Sim card once they arrived. Elsa was able to help, which was nice of her because she didn’t have to. She spoke slower, enunciated her words a little more so the accent wasn’t quite as thick. It was actually a really nice accent. Bright and relaxed.

There were a few messages from different people, mostly wishing her a safe flight; one from her dad, asking her where the extra cat food was and which plants were real and needed watering, and which ones were fake. It brought a grin to her face, which remained as she opened up Hans’ profile. The moment she messaged him, it vanished.

Heya, just got in. Where should I meet you?

This person is unavailable on messenger.

Her own message had vanished, as had the typing box. Anna stared at Hans’ picture as slowly, her legs turned leaden and her chest swelled, making every breath tight and hot. She knew what had happened, but refused to believe it.

Opening up discord, she typed the same thing; once again, it bounced back. There was no way to tell if he’d blocked her here, too – not that it really mattered. His Snapchat had completely vanished. No trace of his account at all.

Sucking in a breath and holding it, she willed herself not to cry. Elsa was standing off to the side, looking at her own phone and typing furiously; she must have felt Anna looking at her, though, because she glanced up. Immediately, her face fell at the sight of Anna’s.

“Hey, do you wanna grab a drink?” she asked. “There’s a bar around here that makes a mean margarita.”

Anna just wanted to be alone, but she recognised – even in her current state – that it would just make her feel crummier. Unable to find her voice, she just offered a little nod.

xxxx

Fortunately, Anna had packed light. It certainly made it easier to wander around the city; when Elsa had said there was a bar ‘nearby’, she’d sort of expected a fifteen-minute walk. It was actually only five, and she would never have seen it if she’d been looking on her own.

It was down an alley, which had been arbitrarily decorated with tiny little doors. The actual bar itself was called Death and Taxes, and Elsa seemed to be very familiar with it. The door guard pretty much just waved her through with only a cursory glance at her ID, though he paused a lot longer with Anna’s. Eventually, she too was waved through.

The bar was dark, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Elsa had already found a spot in one corner, and was browsing through a menu. A fancy as fuck menu. The whole place seemed fancy, actually, and Anna felt very out of place in her comfy travelling clothes: jeans and a button-up blouse. She was wearing nice undies, though, just in case.

Even that thought made her face burn in shame and disappointment, and she was grateful for the low-light as she sat down opposite Elsa.

Her new friend’s eyes were a dark green from the naked fluorescent bulb hanging above them, and the disappointment Anna was feeling only magnified. How could it be that a complete stranger was so much kinder than Hans had been? If only she’d travelled here, all the way across the Pacific Ocean, for her.

“Hmm, I know I suggested a margarita, but I sort of want something a little fruity today,” Elsa commented lightly, glancing up at Anna with a smile.

“Just like me, hey,” Anna responded, reaching for a menu. Her jaw fell at the prices. “Holy shit, these are some exxie cocktails.”

“Hmm? Oh, they’re about standard,” Elsa said. Then she blinked. “First one is on me, though. I’m the one who dragged you here, and there are definitely cheaper places we could have gone.”

Something twisted and bitter crawled up Anna’s throat, and around the lump it formed, she muttered a low, “Well, I’m glad I’m not a cheap date.”

As soon as she’d said the words, Anna felt terrible for being so negative. She didn’t know how to recover, though, and fortunately didn’t have to as a waiter came with a carafe of water and two glasses, ready to take their drink order.

Anna sat in silence as Elsa chose two drinks. They sounded like fun, but any good cheer in Anna had leaked out of her completely. That was mean to say; all Elsa was trying to do was cheer her up and she was moping. Focussed on the stupid painful actions of another person, completely out of her control.

But then Elsa surprised her, once the waiter had left, by pouring out the water and offering one to Anna.

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked, delicate eyebrows furrowed in concern. With a frown so potent her bottom lip trembled, Anna offered a pathetic shake of her head, just before the dam burst.

“We met online. On Reddit, how gross. And he was just so easy to talk to and we had a lot of common interests. We shared our, y'know, traumas and shit. And he said he’d never just leave me, but then he did and I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Elsa listened silently, holding her water but not drinking it. Anna, once she was done, sipped hers so she wouldn’t say anything more. What more was there to say? He was gone; or, he wanted her gone from his life. And that was a shitty fucking feeling.

“He sounds like an asshole,” Elsa said. “That’s such a terrible thing to do. Can I ask, did he pay for this trip for you?” Anna snorted and gave Elsa a look; Elsa nodded, glancing down at her glass. “Men are trash, hey,” she said instead. Anna snorted again, but a smile tugged at one corner of her mouth.

“You said it, sister,” she said, just as their drinks arrived. She took hers and held it aloft. “Good riddance.”

“Cheers to that.”

Their glasses clinked delicately, and Elsa smiled at her before taking a sip. It was definitely fruity; very sweet, and she could barely taste the alcohol.

“I’m glad I met you. Thanks for making the start of my holiday not shit.”

“Hey, it’s no problem. I’d probably be at home drinking alone if I wasn’t here, and drinking with company is always far better – if a little more expensive.”

At Anna’s questioning eyebrow, she gave a sigh. “I just came back from Sydney uh. Finalising my divorce.” Anna winced and Elsa nodded, taking another sip; Anna copied her, taking a much larger gulp. “Yeah, it sucks. My wife – well, ex-wife now, I suppose – decided that she was not exactly monogamous, and not as gay as she’d thought.”

Anna gasped. “She cheated on you with a guy.”

Scrunching up her mouth, Elsa nodded. “Well. Two guys. In a gay relationship. At the same time.”

There was no hiding the gobsmacked look beneath her freckles. “Wow. That’s shit.”

“Look, it actually happened months ago – almost a whole year, actually. The process just took a long time.”

Taking another drink – wow her glass was very light now. So was her head – Anna nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t understand cheaters. Just. You’re with someone and you love them, right? And I mean, you’re gorgeous and kind and she was lucky to have you before she threw it away.” Anna paused there, then added with a laugh, “I have really strong opinions.”

“Oh, really? I couldn’t tell!“

The conversation moved to lighter topics after that, which was for the best as Anna had another drink, and then another. Elsa bought the drinks, but Anna bought an expensive truffle pizza to share. She was having such a nice time that it wasn’t until they exited the bar that Anna realised she had never organised alternate accommodation. That sobered her up pretty fast, at least until Elsa spoke up.

“Why don’t you stay in my spare room? I have the space.”

Anna was just grateful that someone was looking out for her. After each drink, Elsa had made sure she had a glass of water; they’d traded stories and phone numbers and pictures of their ID. And though it was barely past eight, Anna was completely exhausted – from the travel and emotional toil the day had wrung from her.

Of course, as soon as they arrived, she got her second wind. Elsa gave a tour, and the Wi-Fi password. She also went to the kitchen, Anna following, for another glass of water.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow,” she said, passing it over.

“I thank you now,” came the response. “You’ve been so nice to me. Today could have been so terrible, but it wasn’t.”

Elsa flushed red and smiled. “Do I sound like a bitch to say that I’m kinda… not upset you had to spend the day with me coz your other plans fell through?” she asked. Anna felt her own cheeks heat up and she stepped forward. “I haven’t had such a nice time since before I was married.”

“Hey, so… just checking… but you’re not married anymore, right?”

Somehow, Elsa’s blush deepened, and though her eyes widened, there was the beginning of a smile tugging at her lips. She took a step so she could lean against the counter. “Correct. And, just for my own knowledge, you’re… not seeing anybody at the moment?”

Anna could feel her heart pick up, in a way it never had when talking to Hans. Or even fucking. Sexting him. Her whole body felt warm. She took a step closer to Elsa, whose relaxed position never changed.

“No, but I could be.”

She had just a moment to process the grin on Elsa’s face before the distance closed and Anna couldn’t see much of anything. God, she could feel it, though.

The whole day had brought nothing but luck, she decided: lingerie included.

#elsanna #October 2023 contest #prompt: water #submission #cw: alcohol consumption #cw: cheating

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direnightshade · 2 years

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Hi bb! ❤️💜

I’m specifically thinking about a douchey, cocky version of Ben. Think this gif, at a party, we somehow end up in his lap (he’s in the perfect position…), with the prompt “I thought you ‘couldn’t stand me.’”

Love you bye 👀

MAAAA'AAAAAM PLEASE NOT THIS GIF. 😩 God, I love the thought of a cocky Ben. Also got to thank @leatherboundbirate for giving some input into this one. :phew: I am weak.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Reader

The loud bass of the music that blares through a pair of oversized speakers fills the home that’s overflowing with partygoers. In the living room, people dance, in the kitchen others are refilling their drinks–seated on one of the sofas closest to the area where the kitchen and living room merge is Ben, his arms raised and hands clasped behind his head as he takes in the sight of the other people in the space.

He’s been watching you traverse your way through the crowd, not that he’d ever openly admit it. You hate him after all, or so he’s convinced. He isn’t sure why though… It’s not like he’d ever outright done anything to you. But…

You’d told him he was a dick once, that his ego was too big for his narrow-minded brain. The memory elicits a snort that becomes drowned out by the music.

This is your fourth drink now and he hasn’t seen you eat anything once, but as he observes you scooping more punch into your red solo cup, he makes no moves to stop you. You’re an adult, after all–responsible for your own decisions. Who is he to make you stop?

But now you’re stumbling away from the breakfast bar area, giggling at something some random has said to you. His eyes track the way you sway as you make your way back into the living room; it’s like slow motion, watching as some jackass comes barreling into the room only to bump into you roughly, sending your drink flying and landing you in Ben’s lap. In an instant, his hands settle against your hips, preventing you from falling over onto the people sitting on either side of him.

This is…not ideal.

No, it’s the furthest from ideal.

Of all the people in this room, of course it’s his lap you fall onto.

You hate him. You hate him so much, but…

You hate him because you love him. And naturally, what started off as a great friendship when the two of you were little only fell apart as you got older and split off into separate friend groups. Then Ben developed his ego and apparent God complex and it was nothing but a downhill slide from there.

And yet…

And yet the love you had for him back then remains, only growing in spite of how much he irritates you. Just like he does in this very moment.

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d throw yourself into my lap, babe.” A seemingly triumphant grin spreads across Ben’s face as your head whips around to look at him when he speaks. “And here I thought you couldn’t stand me.”

“I can’t,” you fire back, the remark only eliciting a chuckle from the man who’s lap you remain seated on.

“No?” Ben arches a questioning brow, the grin still firmly rooted in place. “That why you’re in a hurry to get off?”

“Wha– I’m not… I…”

You know that’s not what he meant, or…it’s Ben, of course he meant it as some sick double entendre. Chalk it up as another thing you love hate: just how quickly he can cause you to become flustered.

Ben hums in response whilst simultaneously sliding an arm around your stomach, tugging you closer until you are resting back against the hardened planes of his chest. It isn’t until this very moment that you’ve realized just how much muscle Ben is. You grumble at the thought and shift again until his other hand grips your waist in warning, a silent sign for you to stop.

“I think you are,” he says huskily into your ear, just loud enough for you to hear over the incessant pounding of the music. “You haven’t quit squirming since you sat on me, babygirl. Bet if I reached up under that skirt of yours,” he starts, a hand now drifting down to tease at the hemline of the fabric, “my fingers would come out glistening.”

Yes, you immediately think to yourself before silently chastising your own mind for having such a horrid thought. You know that it’s true, however, and what’s worse is that he knows and he hasn’t even touched you…not really.

“Fuck off,” you growl out in reply.

Again, Ben chuckles, this time giving an all too brief flex upwards of his hips, allowing you to feel the growing bulge beneath you. “C’mon, babe, don’t be mean to me. Not tonight,” he teases, leaning in to trail his nose up along the side of your throat, inhaling to capture a whiff of your scent.

When we shudder, Ben smiles. “I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good. Don’t you want that, babygirl? To feel good?”

Your eyelids flutter closed briefly, and for a moment you aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol that’s emboldening you, or finally giving in after years of pushing him away.

“Okay,” you whisper, the response nearly lost to the blaring music.

“Yeah?” Ben’s hand squeezes your thigh whilst giving a quick nip to your skin. “That’s my girl.”

Without hesitation, he ushers you up and off of his lap, quickly wrapping a possessive arm around you when he, too, rises up to his feet. Together, the two of you stumble up the stairs and down the second floor hall to the nearest unoccupied room, disappearing to explore one another while the party carries on beneath you.

#Ask #burningdownthedark #Kylo Ren Week #Ben Solo Week #Ben Solo #Ben Solo x Reader #Ben x Reader #cw: alcohol consumption #cw: drunk reader

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unbloomingmoonflower · 1 year

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"for what it's worth, if it was gonna kill you, boy, it would have by now."

The ale was hard down her throat, but the redhead miqo'te was absolutely used to it. The smog she was inhaling within one of the hidden pillowhouses in Kugane was sweet, a high that made her forget a lot of things.

Slinking rather close to refill her half-empty glass, a Raen purred, "Drinking alone again?"

"That is what I normally do when the sun goes down."

"Don't be silly; you even drink while the sun is up!"

That was true; the redhead couldn't really deny that as she took a sip of her newly filled cup. This Raen was a particular favorite of hers. The companionship was really all she needed at the moment. That, and the liquor.

Chuckling a bit, Jani set the cup on the table. "This definitely is something that could kill me."

The Raen smiled again, setting an arm on the table. "For what it's worth, if it was, it would have by now. Maybe earlier, since it's your favorite drink to order."

That...was also true. Jani shrugged lightly. "What can I say? What doesn't kill me fuels my spite."

#writing prompt #jani rue #cw: alcohol consumption

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urlocalbitchboy · 2 years

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Besties imma be stuck at work when thanks to them airs, and before I leave to come back home, I'm taking 2 shots; the first is for all the people who are just finishing the episode, and the second is for those who have yet to have the chance to watch it (me)

Happy owl house day, cheers!

#toh #cw: alcohol consumption #i am gonna be so normal with my tables tonight #so so normal #toh s3 #just moments with mikky

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indulgentdaydream · 2 months

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Hello luv, first of all... I LOVE NURSE!READER!!! OH god the last lines were soooooo heartwarming for my social worker heart!! LOVE LOVE IT 🩷🩷

So, may I request a Jason x reader again but with a little something... Jealous Jason because reader and Roy know each other longer than Jay and reader and then he gets all jelly and and—! Oh god I love a jealous petty man.

Missy when she fucks up the queue and queues this post for NEXT YEAR by accident 🫣🙃 NEXT YEAR?? LIKE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST FRIDAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT IT DIDN'T GO UP

anyways AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH your words are already heartwarming ♥️

I loveeee jealous jason imma cook this up so quick just you wait and see (i wrote this when i first made the draft and i found it funny to leave it. It’s literally been a month I’m so sorry)

I also made this into headcanons because I had a VISION and did not think to give it any justice. (koi youre seriously my number 1 supporter i hope you enjoy this garbage I just threw up, really)

Pining!Jealous!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: slight jealousy (not too overly consuming), alcohol consumption

Roy had invited Jason to hang out at the bar

Bros being bros

except...

Roy brought you along (because he KNOWS Jason has got a fat crush on you whether or not he’s told him)

(He tried to convince roy it’s not a crush, but always fails because his whole demeanour changes when you walk in the room)

examples:

he's always going to be standing beside you, consciously or not

jason isn't always a tense guy. But he for sure isn't as long as you're talking to him/looking at him/etc. (but if you put your hand on his arm/touch him in any way, it's game over)

your name is brought up, he's listening SO INTENTLY

like a dog when it hears its favourite word

Anyways

The three of you are sitting in a booth

It was originally you and roy before jason showed up, the two of you on either side

Jason shows up and just sits right next to you. No hesitation.

You and roy are laughing away, recounting stories and telling jokes.

Jason is just... really quiet

unusually quiet

He doesn’t look at you guys, rather looking out across the bar, trying to hide the fact he’s feeling this way

That he's feeling unreasonably jealous of his best friend

who literally brought you FOR JASON

He knows it’s stupid. He trusts both of you. You two are the two people he trusts the MOST

He hates that he’s like this, but he can't help it

Roy's better than him. You've known him for longer. He's making you laugh harder than Jason ever has. He's better looking, too. Older. More experienced.

His thoughts are clogging up his head. He's really not listening anymore, just holding his beer, eyes scanning the bar floor, watching the other patrons.

Then Roy is standing in front of him, saying something about using the bathroom.

He is giving a VERY pointed look at Jason.

a "make conversation with your crush or I'm shoving an arrow down your throat" kind of look

Jason felt a little stab of genuine anxiety shoot through him.

He's talked to you alone before. Many times. You two were friends, of course. He doesn't know why this is how he's feeling right now.

Then your hand is resting on his forearm.

Poor boy is still so caught up in his head he just looks down at your hand for definitely a second too long before finally meeting your gaze

Your gaze with those stupidly pretty eyes.

Then comes that horrendously pretty voice, "You alright?"

He nods. Shrugs. Like a stupid teenager who doesn't know how to handle his emotions.

He has to admit he's still a little tense about your attention being focused more on Roy. But not to you. He'd never admit it to you. You'd probably find it unattractive and then he'd really never have a chance.

“Yeah, no, im enjoying the talking. Always forget how well you and roy know each other”

“Oh yeah he just knows how to get me going. You know how he is”

Jason doesn’t know how he does it.

Like some leap of faith.

Some, jealousy super-powered leap.

He tries to be non-chalant about it.

“It’d be nice to do this again sometime. Maybe without Roy around.”

BOY'S HEART IS POUNDING

Sipping on his beer, looking down at it instead to avoid eye contact with you so he doesn't lose his cool.

Or someone show on his face that he is actually shitting bricks

You don't respond for a second and the alarm bells start going off in his head

WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY-

"It would be nice," you say, "Could we make it a date instead?"

He's smiling, turning to nod at you, "Course we can."

But his internal dialogue is just straight screaming at himself

"IDIOT YOU SHOULD'VE MADE IT OBVIOUS YOU WANTED IT TO BE A DATE IN THE FIRST PLACE"

The things jealousy will make you do

Roy comes back and sits down

Jason's into the conversation now

It doesn't really matter that Roy is still making you laugh

because he's not the one holding your hand under the table

AH I HOPE YOU LIKE -missy

I also love a jealous petty man (as long as it doesn't become toxic and he doesn't use it as an excuse to be an asshole)

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood #dc #dc x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #red hood x you #dc x you #dc x y/n #jason todd x y/n #jealous!jason todd x reader #jealous!jason todd #cw jealousy #cw alcohol consumption

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witch-hazels-musings · 1 year

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I don't know if I've written this, but I'm getting a strong desire to write some drunken confessions ---

Diluc helping you home because someone gave you more than you can handle (one drink, just one) and as he catches you tripping on your own two feet you laugh and tell him, "the love of my life would catch me when I'm falling. Falling for him, hehe," and he just plays it off but his cheeks are so red and his heart is beating so fast every time you lean on him for support

Kaeya teasing you the whole way home but it gets so much that you just shove him, "you're lucky I love you," and he freezes while you stumble forward, muttering out all the ways you think he's cute

Childe practically has to carry you back to your home and you're loving it - maybe more than a friend should - and when he sets you down on the ground you kiss his cheek before tripping inside your house. He forgets to catch you because he's too focused on how fast his heart is beating and how wide his smile is

Scara is so annoyed the whole time because he has to pull you back from almost falling down the steps or off the edge of the road. He yanks you back from a group of people - people who are looking at you in ways he doesn't like - so when you run into his chest you laugh and comment on how nice he's being, "hehe, it's almost like you like me," but he shoves you away, embarrassed and growing more so as you sing to yourself how lovely that would be if he did

... who else ... Mmm 🤔

Ayato, Albedo, Kazuha, Itto, Thoma continuation

#hazel is feeling tipsy #seriously im such a lightweight #now im sleepy and thinking of the guys 😂😂#♥️🥺🥹#diluc #kaeya #childe #scaramouche #hazels drabbles #hazel brainrot #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #tw alcohol consumption

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 1 year

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A companion fic that was born from my Primal list.

"But that’s the thing about fantasies, right? The real deal will never measure up..."

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!Reader Word Count: 768

He wasn’t emotionless. Far from it, actually. And he wasn’t as stoic as everyone thought he was, either. That's what he told himself.

But when you wear a mask—literally—and hide the deeper parts of yourself, it was easy for people to make assumptions and for the most part, Simon allowed it. Made for some good comedy.

The drawback to that, however, was that even he could get lost in conjecture. “You think too much,” he heard his brother’s words echo, the playful ribbing of siblings (after a fist fight no less), “Too fucking much and that’s all you’ll ever be fucking good for. Thinking.” And his father, with alcohol on his breath and misery coating his entire being, set everything ablaze again. His mother, with tired eyes, tired, thin, and worn hands, and the weight of the world on her shoulders, would do her best to comfort him with words and hugs hollow and meaningless when set against the backdrop of a decaying home.

And maybe that’s what kept him from going too far when he finally snapped and released every single thread of resentment and anger onto his father: thinking.

And perhaps it’s that same thinking that’s always kept him from living in the moment.

But you were too busy with your heads in the clouds to notice it. Good. It gave him more than one opportunity to look you over when you weren’t looking, when you were preoccupied with fantasizing over the Simon in your head and doing fuck all to reconcile him with reality. With Ghost.

But that’s the thing about fantasies, right? The real deal will never measure up.

Simon knows this from experience. He felt that way about relationships (like he’s had some fucking meaningful ones). And sex. Once. But he’s had too many partners, not enough orgasms, and the comfort of his own hand to know that the fantasy of it all dies a terrible, fiery death. And so it was quick encounters and one night stands, enough to sate the itch and chase the high, and then it was back to business as usual. He couldn’t tell you their names or remember their faces if he tried—not like he didn’t.

But you were different. And you weren’t. Somehow. You had a way of seizing without having to do much at all. It intrigued him, honestly. He’d been the recipient of enough secretive glances to pick up the signs but here you were, with your head in the clouds, giving him the most blatant ‘come fuck me’ stare this side of the fucking Channel. Fucking hell. And it’s not like he couldn’t ignore it. Well, he could, but then he’d never hear the fucking end of it from Soap and Simon didn’t really have the energy to punch him. Not this time.

But yeah, back to you.

Simon should be snorting right now. Snorting and ignoring the way you’re staring at him. But instead he’s staring at you. Analyzing your body language. Thinking too fucking much—that old pathetic git can burn in hell—and not living in the moment. And he wonders what his brother would think, toothy grin and all, and maybe that’s why he’s happily settled and enjoying his life beyond belief, the shadow of their father long dispelled.

Fuck.

But maybe it’s not so bad, not thinking as much. Living in the moment. Maybe it’s not so bad, having your eyes on him with your head in the clouds. But maybes could be dangerous; maybes were risks, ones where life and death made all the difference and there were some risks that Simon truly wondered if he could take.

And really, what the fuck happened to him that he’s over here contemplating fucking rather than just doing it. What the fuck? Is it… you? Or maybe he’s become too entrenched in his mask and the shadow of his father’s words has loomed so fucking long that they’ve become integral to his very person.

If it’s the latter then fuck you, Dad.

So sure, he’ll continue to stare in the meantime. And size you up. And maybe reciprocate your interest. And if you cross that bridge and make a move, a nice shag could do you both some good. And then you’ll finally see that the Simon of your fantasies doesn’t quite match Simon—Ghost—in reality. And they will die a terrible, fiery death. And the cycle of meaningless fucks and relationships will continue.

Perhaps that’s a risk he was willing to take. This time. Fuck if he knew.

He’ll deal with the consequences later.

#simon 'ghost' riley #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cw: mentions of abuse #cw: mentions of alcohol consumption #just a head's up: this is an amalgamation of reboot!ghost and og!ghost's childhood.#just ghostly things.

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