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siennafrxst · 11 months

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↳ a drunken night 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

(part 1)

pairing: sebastian stan x female reader

word count: 587 words

cw: fluff, slight angst(?)

“I’m not drunk, Y/N, I promise.”

“Ohh, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that to convince me.”

Sebastian was currently relying on Y/N’s shoulder, struggling to simply walk in a straight line.

“You’re right, there’s no hiding from you. Besides, we’ve known each other for almost 5 years now, haven’t we? You’re my bestest friend, you know?”

She grinned softly at her drunken friend, caressing his back. “That would’ve been really sweet if it weren’t for the slurriness in your words.”

He lightly chuckled at her statement, shrugging in agreement. “Isn’t that the most amazing-est part? That I’m able to say things like those even while I’m drunk?”

The smile never leaves her face as she sighs, slightly shaking her head. “Come on, Seb, let’s get you to bed.”

She gently grabs onto his hand and carefully guides him to the hotel bed. Fortunately, he obediently follows behind, although, still tripping over his own feet from time to time and making random comments about how handsome Evans looks.

Once she finally manages to tuck him in, she sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing the side of his arm. He smiles at her like a little child, causing a giggle to escape Y/N’s lips. “Good night, Seb.”

She gives his arm a little squeeze before standing up to leave, almost yelping when he suddenly pulls her hand, bringing her back to the bed even closer to him.

The two locked eyes, observing every little detail about the other. She could feel her cheeks burning up, getting lost in those grey eyes of his. A few precious moments have passed by, seconds feeling like hours of intimate staring before Sebastian broke the silence.

“I love you~” he cooed softly, which caused Y/N to sigh and let out some oxygen that she had been unknowingly holding back.

“I love you too. Now go to sleep, we’re going to get in trouble if we don’t get up in time.”

She was about to leave again when he had suddenly cut her off once more.

“No no no, not like that. I love you, Y/N, but as more than a friend. And no, don’t say ‘best friend’ because you know damn well what I mean. I love you.”

She freezes. Her heart paces faster. Her face drops in complete and utter shock. Did he mean that..?

For some reason, she could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. And her heart fluttering from excitement yet drowning in disappointment. She was feeling all these mixed emotions all at once, her eyes darting back and forth from one eye to the other. No. He was drunk. If this was going to happen, it couldn’t happen in vain.

Sucking up her feelings, she sharply inhales and gulps, preparing the words she was going to say. “Seb, you’re drunk and you’re tired. Today was a long day, you need to rest. Just… look, tomorrow, you can tell me all of this again when you’ve sobered up, okay? Only if you really meant it.”

Sighing in slight disappointment, Sebastian slowly nods at her. “Okay. I will.”

“Now go get some rest.” She plants a soft yet lingering kiss on his forehead, his eyes closing at her touch. “Good night, Sebastian.”

She stands up from the bed once more, giving a little wave as he follows her with his eyes until she leaves his line of sight, the cold silence filling the lonely room.

Maybe he should’ve asked her to stay.

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated. <33

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siopaofrog · 2 years

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Just Drunk? || Bakugou x Fem!Reader

warnings: alcohol use, smut, semi-public, 18+

“Whatever,” you said, downing a fourth shot. “You only care about the photos, anyway.”

Bakugou glanced at you, squinting. “How much of an idiot are you?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? Mr. Pro Hero?” You poked your finger into his shoulder. “Looking good is all you care about. For the public eye, for all the fans. Just say it already. You won’t be hurting my—”

“(y/n).”

Hearing him say your first name shook you to the core. It had always been “(l/n)” or “idiot” or “dumbass” in brusque Bakugou fashion.

Although he hired you as his personal photographer, you passed sneaky glances at each other—always snapping back to professional protocol. The attraction became clear after your first few sessions together. Having the camera pressed up to your eye, admiring his sculpted form, his wildly kinetic grin—even his all-bark attitude—it was hard not to like the guy.

You stared at him now. His flaming eyes glanced at your lips—a brief moment—before snapping up to meet your gaze.

“What?” you asked coyly.

He turned away, clipping the tension between you two. He downed his fourth shot, one swift motion that left him swaying slightly. Not quite drunk.

But you were drunk. Real drunk.

You didn’t intend for this to happen. It was a long day of hero work, and he’d dragged you along to snap photos of him doing God knows what, blowing up shit and posing in his new hero gear. Strangely enough, later that day, Bakugou had the urge to dress up and grab drinks at a fancy bar—rounds were on him, he said—and so, boom, here you were. Unfortunately, you were a lightweight, and the blond himself appeared to be, too.

He downed another shot, a little too quickly. He then slapped it on the counter, hiccuping as he rubbed the glass between his fingertips.

Was he… nervous?

“(y/n),” he started, your name slurring slightly on his tongue. “You’re really fuckin’ dumb if you think I only come to you for your slightly-above-average photography skills.”

You took the compliment.

“Then what do you come for, Katsuki?”

First name basis? you hoped. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he had this sly smirk on his face, the real crooked kind that made him look both hot and stupid at the same time. His tie had come undone, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. God damn.

He blinked down at you in that red dress, his eyes savoring you. For once it seemed he was at a loss for words. Brashly, he tsked and found his bearings.

“I would ask you the same. Clearly I don’t pay you enough.”

“I asked you first,” you said, elbows on the counter. You leaned a little too close to him.

“You’re an idiot.”

He didn’t bother moving—in fact, his shoulder bumped into yours.

“You’re the idiot for hiring me.”

You couldn’t take it. Bakugou was so close you could smell him—the cinnamon-anise mixture, his hot breath tinged with alcohol. He kept glancing at your lips, leaning unsteadily.

And all at once you snatched his loose tie and dragged him down, his hands flying to your waist—a clash of lips against lips, tongue against tongue, teeth on teeth—your heart set ablaze, something between you both so bright and blurry and fucking amazing.

Bakugou squeezed the small of your back, sliding his hand down your ass and pressing into you. You couldn’t help but groan softly at his touch.

You pulled away after a good minute, staring intently at each other. You still had his tie in your grasp. Slowly, you let go.

“I think you answered your own question,” he said, voice husky and soft. He called another round of shots, then tipped one to his lips.

You did the same. You grinned, but suddenly faltered as you asked, “Are—are we just drunk?”

Bakugou brought his face down again, brushing his lips across yours. Teasing you. Making you wait.

“Are we just drunk?”

You answered him with a kiss. You pressed into him, tugging gently on his tie to bring him closer. “I definitely am. But this doesn’t change my feelings.” You paused. “Does it change yours?”

He hiccuped, and for the first time you noticed just how red his face was. He grinned toothily. “Hang on—me? Drunk? Fuck that. Fuck your photos. Also, can I fuck you?”

Your cheeks were on fire. “You are fucking drunk.”

Bakugou laughed this slow, slurred laugh. You’d never heard or seen him like this. It was strangely adorable.

“Whatever.” He kissed you this time. Softly. Lingering a mere inch from your lips, he said, “But to answer your question—no. It doesn’t change how I feel at all, (y/n).”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

You leaned on each other, laughing stupidly as you called a cab. The driver glanced up awkwardly at the rear view. You were all over each other in the backseat, Bakugou tugging your hips into his, your hands in his hair. Your minds swirled in a dizzying haze—but fuck it—you wanted each other. Bad.

“My place,” he spluttered out between fervent kisses.

You nodded emphatically.

Even as you both nearly fell out of the cab, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making your way through the apartment building, halfway into the elevator he pressed you up against the wall and ground his hips into you, moaning gruffly into your ear.

“You like that baby?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your cheek mashed into the elevator mirror. In it, you could see yourselves—Bakugou rubbing crudely against you, your helpless, lolling expression.

“Yeah? Yeah?”

You nodded as he gripped your ass and bit your earlobe.

“That’s right, that’s my girl.”

The elevator pinged, and you took that opportunity to press off and clutch him by his shirt collar, pushing him out into the hall until his heels hit the wall.

“How do you like that?” you teased, already reaching for his belt buckle.

“Dumbass,” he hissed, and bent down and kissed your neck, sucking, murmuring your name against your skin. “Let me… get my keys…”

“I got ‘em,” you whispered, but instead ripped his belt off and started unbuttoning his slacks.

“Ah—ah—stop stroking, idiot…” Bakugou grunted, refusing to let out the beautiful moans you knew he had in him.

“What’s the magic word?” you insisted slyly.

He shook his head. “Fuck off.”

“Not even close, baby.”

He grunted again and finally managed to yank out his keys, now shoving you roughly into the opposite wall. He chuckled darkly. “You thought you had me, hah?”

He was able to wriggle his front door open and you both burst in, a hot, drunk mess of hands and eager hips. Bakugou tugged your dress up and rammed you against his door. He lifted you and ordered you to wrap your legs around his waist. You did as you were told, your lips crashing into his.

“Fuck me good,” you said, smirking.

“With pleasure.”

Hands wrapped securely about you, your thighs squeezing his waist, he moved his pelvis up against you and the door.

“Ah—yeah, yeah baby, you’re so good,” he murmured, placing kisses all along your chest and collarbone as he kept his stride against you.

“Oh, Katsuki…”

You couldn’t help but moan his first name. It felt so right on your lips. He felt so right inside you. Together, you were meant to be here, right here, in this exact moment.

You bit your nails into his back, clawing at the fabric of his dress shirt.

Pumping his hips into you—you grinding back, pressing tight—closer, closer—

Your voices rang in unison. Breath hitching, chests heaving, he slackened his grip on you. You chuckled softly at each other as he brought you to his bedroom. Gently, he set you down on the bed and pecked your forehead. He trailed kisses down your face, until he met each corner of your lips with his own.

“You alright, (y/n)?” He crawled over you, hands on either side of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed, and kissed him ardently. “Better than alright.”

You started for his shirt, slipping each button free to trace your hands along his bare chest and pecs. He unhooked your bra. Together, you undressed each other and clambered into his sheets.

“Hey,” you whispered. “I gotta tell you something.”

He smirked, running a hand down your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You flipped him over, now straddling him, grating roughly into his crotch.

“Oh, fuck! Ah—”

Your hands clamped his wrists, sliding them up over his head. Instinctively, his fingertips sparked faintly, but he gripped his hands into fists to stop himself from blowing up the damned place.

“You d-dumbass…”

You loved hearing that waver in his voice, the desperation.

“Play nice,” you breathed into his ear. “Or else.”

“Or—or else what?” he whimpered.

You kissed him sweetly.

“Or there’s no round two, Katsuki.”

#boku no hero academia #fanfiction #fanfic #bakugo katuski #bakugou #mha smut #drunk love #my hero acedamia #bakugou x reader #drunk bakugou

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faux-wooden-blinds · 1 year

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Footnote // Conan Gray

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arcanistsdelight · 1 year

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I’ve had a little to drink tonight and I would like to all to know that you’re valid.

You’re identity? I love it.

You’re jokes? I want to hear them.

You’re you? I’d love to meet them.

That’s all.

#just love #drunk love #but still true #you’re beautiful #i love you

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fifty-pages-of-grey · 1 year

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a bit of advice

you swept me off my feet that day, as we sat in the backseat of your friend's car. when i saw that smile, i swear for a moment, i forgot how to breathe. everything faded into white noise as our fingers intertwined. nothing else mattered, for as long as you had your eyes on me, i knew i would survive. 6 drinks down, and far away from reality, i had found your love. and i was not ready to let it all go yet. fell into your lap, just as everything came crumbling down. the questions forming a lump in my throat - are you mine? or are you just a delusion i created that makes it easier to breathe?

a bit of advice (to myself) : don't fall for someone who is not ready to catch you.

#prose #napowrimo #escapril #advice #writers on tumblr #dark academia #drunk love

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chrisevanstrash · 2 years

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i don't want to be your peace

i want to be the chaos you find in it

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sharkcutlery · 2 months

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someone said more drunk alastor. my wish is your command

#hazbin hotel #alastor #Drinking #alcohol #angel dust #lucifer morningstar #husk #Fanart #Drunk alastor #please leave me comments i love to hear your little comments

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adriles · 5 months

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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

#book 22 #im verh drunk #hi #greatest hits #not really sure why this one resonated. are u all ok #is everyone just at the shiva #yall need to stop saying you arent gonna eat then in the tags #i love that a lot of you are getting beautiful things out of this #but some of yall need to know i wrote this while incredibly drunk #this isnt meant to be all that deep this is just shitty iliad posting #more comments like this is just judaism. surprise surprise im jewish #but again this isnt about sitting shiva #this is me drunk talking about the last 3 books of the iliad #idk what to tell u man

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malinaa · 5 months

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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

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a-fix-of-muses · 6 months

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Currently Listening To: "Drunk Love" by Moondough

#IFTTT #Spotify #Drunk Love #Moondough

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dogrotpdf · 9 months

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that one nat geo documentary about the lioness who lost her cub and then, thru her grief, adopted a gazelle but she didn’t know how to care for them and she kept trying to feed them meat. there’s something there but i can’t reach it.

#I’m drunk ignore me #a mothers love not being enough etc etc

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siennafrxst · 11 months

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↳ a drunken night 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

(part 2)

if you haven’t read chapter 1, click here.

word count: 0.4k words

Knock. Knock. Knock.

As Y/N was drying her hair with a towel, she turns to the sudden disturbance coming from behind the door.

“Come in,” she announces loudly for the other person to be able to hear.

The door immediately swings open, revealing the person hiding behind it.

“Seb, hey,” Y/N greets, a hint of slight surpise in her tone.

It seemed as though he had just gotten out of bed and put on a quick attire, due to his messy brown curls and foggy features. Goddamnit, why did he have to look so cute like this?

“Hey,” he greets back, closing the door behind him.

Snapping herself out of her absurd thoughts before being managed to get caught for staring, she connects her eyes with his. The two share an intimate moment of staring, both seeming to be hesitating to say the same desired words.

Do you remember last night?

“Uhm, how’s your hangover? Are you feeling okay?” she quickly asks to fill in the awkward silence.

Sebastian sighs heavily in exhaust. “S’okay. I mean, better than it was when I initially woke up, at least.”

She nodded in agreement, offering a soft smile at the man.

Sebastian brings a hand behind his neck, slightly biting his lower lip before speaking up once more. “Uhm, about last night…”

Y/N gulps nervously as she heard those words. What if he still remembered..?

“Thank you for taking care of me, I’m sure that I was a load to deal with.”

She chuckles in an attempt to hide her sigh of relief. “Of course. I’m here for you, Seb.”

He returns a sheepish smile at his best friend as a sign of gratitude.

And then it was silent yet again. The words were at the tip of their tongue, begging to be released. But neither of them said another word. They simply stood in the regretful silence, so close yet so far from each other, both fearing that they would lose their friendship over some stupid crush.

Little did they know, it wasn’t so stupid after all.

“Well, I better go now. See you later, okay? I’ll make this up to you, I promise.”

Y/N nods slightly. “Yeah, sure. I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Sebastian lets out a soft chuckle before waving a good bye, seeming to hesitate momentarily before exiting the room and closing the door, leaving Y/N alone with her dreaded thoughts.

Was she too late?

click here for the alternate, happier ending. :)

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thursdayes · 9 months

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cannot get enough of these guys (man-shaped ethereal beings)🪦

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goodomens-girlie · 25 days

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I just know Aziraphale was gabbing with those gays about Crowley and they all thought Aziraphale and Crowley were together, little did they fucking know

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lazylittledragon · 17 days

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i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD

#ramble #also only 0.29 delivery instead of 3.99 #and chilli cheese bites #i swear to god the best food you'll ever eat while drunk is from the tiny shithole that's open until 4am #if you're refusing to do literally the smallest thing you can do to help then i have questions #it's FOOD. you'll survive #it's not even NECESSARY food #if it was like a chain grocery place and you don't have access to anything else then i would understand #but it's just NOT #make your own coffee for the love of god #when there is NOTHING you can do to stop this fucking tragedy. and let's be honest there isn't a lot normal people can do #and people say to you 'do this insignificant thing just to show that you even CARE'#and you DON'T do that???? what is actually wrong with you #also i've been worried about this since my last post about sbucks but this is Not an attack on the people who WORK at the boycotted places #because it is an absolute privilege to be able to leave your job and immediately find a new one

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chrisevanstrash · 2 years

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Some things, my dear, cannot really be saved

I like to think such is the case with my mind

Broken, shattered, crushed beyond repair

If you don’t have wings; don’t wish you could fly

I am made of tragedy and sweet memories

Haunted with bitter wounds and heartbreaks

The monster in my head cannot leave me alone

Without her, my mind feels empty; I don’t really want her gone

“Don’t call my name,” I tell you, “Don’t call my name,

If you say the monster’s name, it will go away”

Some things, my dear, cannot really be saved

I like to think such is the case with my mind

Death is the final, most beautiful lie

I think till I get it, almost dying will suffice

-anu

(and yes, the picture on the right is a drawing I made)

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