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spacexseven · 2 years

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nice glad to see drunk yans was a hit. yeah i agree that dazai would be 1000% HUMILIATED that he just entirely blew his cover with you but on the bright side thats something he can jot down in his Evidence That Darling Secretly Has A Crush On Me list. its in the same notebook where he scribbles “mr. osamu darlingslastname” with hearts around it and ingredients for love spells he looked up online. he’ll find one that works eventually mark his words. i think for ADA dazai he’d just pretend he doesnt remember to avoid having to have the “im obsessed with you” conversation but rest assured. he is also writing about it in his insane little diary.

ANYWAY sleepy!drunk ranpo as promised. it’s rare for ranpo to actually get inebriated, despite his gluttony. dulls his detective mind. but it’s alright to let loose on occasion, especially when that occasion gives him and excuse to spend some more time with darling! his flirtation strat is just to put himself in darlings line of sight as much as he can. once he gets drunk he’s pretty much just Gone. you’re honestly amazed someone as talkative as ranpo could ever be this. quiet and subdued. just blearily blinking his eyes and slurring out little whines about how its too loud in here. catch is: he doesnt wanna sleep just any old place, he wants to sleep on YOU. he’ll perch his head on your shoulder and doze off, lay down on your lap, grab your hand and put it in his hair, try to drag you over to the couch and get you to take a nap with him, etc. refuses to go to bed unless you agree to go with him. oh, and theres no waiting until he passes out and quietly slipping away. if you move away from him he’s waking up instantly and following after you, sleepily asking “where are we going” like he was invited or something. ur probably still on cuddle buddy duty when he wakes up hungover too.

clingy!drunk akutagawa. this one also cannot hold his liquor for the life of him so he’ll start to tilt into Weird after like. 2 drinks if that. typically, akutagawa is pretty avoidant with you. you’re not good for him. he cant focus on the task at hand if he’s close enough to smell you or feel the warmth that radiates off your skin or even hear the lilt of your voice, so he tries to cut down direct contact as much as he can. (stalking is fine tho he can do THAT all day long) if someone actually manages to get him drunk, however, as soon as he sees you he’s gravitating towards you like a magnet. he doesn’t really say much. just attaches himself to you. sits so close his leg is practically on top of yours, gently grabs your sleeve when you walk somewhere so he doesnt lose track of you, stuff like that. he’s just your shadow for the night. might get a bit bolder as the night goes on and actually take a crack at talking to you, but nothing he says is gonna make much sense. WILL try to follow you home be aware him doing that. (also, quick aside…flirty!drunk akutagawa… akutagawa acting completely unlike himself, laughing and smiling and boldly touching you… leaning into whisper salacious things in your ear… pushing you down into the booth or up against the wall… much to think about.)

BONUS ROUND smiley!drunk fyodor. fyodor is even less likely to deign himself with the crude act of drink than the other two. doesnt like being out of his own head, and with all of his various ailments drinking in excess could prove problematic… but gogol dared him to so now he’s half kicked in the ass. normally, fyodor smiling at you is something very creepy that you have to be worried about, but now he almost looks kinda… sweet. just genuinely grinning and lightly giggling like hes having the time of his life just being near you. i mean, it’s definitely still kinda creepy but you know. less so than usual. he probably wouldnt talk much, just the occasional hi :) or something in russian you cant understand. he’d occupy himself mostly with grabbing your hand and toying idly with your fingers or running his fingers through your hair. just little touches. things he rarely affords himself sober. he’ll only stop smiling if you try to leave, pouting and grabbing your hand to try to keep you with him for longer. might try to go after you but he’s very wobbly so youll have to catch him, also contact that he enjoys. he actually wont be embarrassed by any of this he’ll just go that was fun :) the next morning.

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ranpo sleep on me wink wink i cant write flirty akutagawa for the life of me but he lives in my mind <3 also please imagine this w manga fyodor!! he has a very pretty smile lol (if its ooc i do not care once in a while it's good to write him not as evil !!)

cw: yandere characters, obsession, intoxication, implied stalking

ranpo needs to be drunk to be all clingy, but drinking only makes him more shameless about it. he's decided to attach himself to you, literally sleeping on top of you, and so on. he's unnaturally quiet, though, and more...vulnerable? you're suddenly reminded of the fact that ranpo isn't an ability user; just a regular person with an unrelenting mind when you see him blinking slowly and drinking from his cup.

he's never had a reason to hide his infatuation with you, not caring about what anyone else, including you, had to say or feel about it, but now he looks a little shy, staring quietly at you and looking back at his drink the moment your eyes lock, looking a little flustered. it was almost like he was another person entirely.

however, after some time passes and he seems to have warmed up to your presence, he becomes more demanding. stumbles over to drag you towards the loveseat at the back of the room, quickly wrapping his arms around yours so you wouldn't move while he snoozed away. though he's asleep, his grip on you is almost painful and even the slightest nudge would make him tighten his hands. maybe he'll loosen up the more he slept...?

you've never seen akutagawa drink. you've always thought he would be quiet even if he was intoxicated but he seems to be acting...oddly. the previously stoic look melts into a devious expression on his face that reminds you of someone that you can't quite put your finger on, and a dangerous look in his eye, not unlike that of a predator on the hunt. he takes short breaks in between each sip but doesn't seem to be bothered by the alcohol, still silently studying the room and inspecting every individual until—

—he sees you.

his eyes widen a fraction before he catches himself, straightens up, and walks towards you with a confidence that you hadn't expected. he sits next to you and continues sipping from his cup, lmost as though you didn't exist. you get up to leave but his voice startles you.

"where are you going?"

akutagawa had a low, melodious tone when he spoke, something you had never noticed before since he rarely talked to you. you were strangely flustered by the sudden attention on you...you didn't even know that he knew who you were.

"home...it's getting quite late."

he nods, "i'll walk you back."

it was not an offer or a question—this was an implicit order. silently you wonder if he was sober enough too walk around and make his way back later. still, you didn't want to annoy akutagawa, more so when he was drunk and unpredictable. surprisingly, he doesn't seem to stumble around his way or need you to guide the way, seemingly knowing exactly where to go and which floor your apartment was.

would it be rude to not invite him in? he waits outside as you open the door and shuffle in, but before you can ask him to come in, he goes in for a hug. you're frozen still as he sighs in your warmth, then lets go almost as quickly as he latched on, as though he never did anything in the first place. as you watch him walk down the hallway, you wonder just what else he's been hiding.

fyodor is...not really much of a drinker, from your own observations. still, he's not exactly opposed to a few drinks every once in a while, and today, since the sky casino was throwing a party, you supposed he couldn't skip the occassion. he's always had this alluring yet uneasy presence, like something about that sweet smile and the amused glint in his eyes just felt off, but drunk fyodor is...almost irresistable.

you know what he can do and you've witnessed how dangerous he is, but somehow he looks far too approachable now. a soft little smile, nothing like the ones he uses to disarm and charm people, humming under his breath—it was impossible to look away from him.

as nikolai leaves his side, fyodor's eyes scan the room lazily, before they find you. his smile grows a little, and he raises one hand up. a silent request. before you can even think about it, you find yourself making your way over to him, unsure if the slight buzz in your system was from the alcohol or the sensation of him asking for you.

he gestures over to the now empty chair beside him, watching you closely with a sleepy smile.

"enjoying the party?" you nod eagerly, watching as he chuckles and reaches out for your hand, twisting the rings around your fingers. he inspects each one, still humming, before bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it. you were not expecting any of the affectionate gestures, but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice, someone aa attractive and as important as fyodor having only eyes for you.

"you look very nice," he says, eyes inspecting every inch of you in a manner thar should have been alarming but in that moment, it was just nice to be complimented.

you sit like that with him for a while more, him mumbling things in russian under his breath every so often, squeezing your palm and stopping to compliment you ever so often. once, he reached up to touch your hair, apologizing right after for messing up your hairstyle. like that mattered when you were on cloud nine.

an acquaintance of yours calls you over, but fyodor's grip tightens around you, and he frowns for the first time that evening. he croons at you, letting a pet name slip that has you absolutely endeared, asking very softly for you to stay a little longer. he whispers that he likes your presence. the other person is hence ignored.

he asks, again, if you could help him up to nikolai, and his voice, while you know it's not meant to be that way, sounds almost seductive. you have to shake off your thoughts before helping him wobble over to the clown, who was happily entertaining some guests. fyodor smiles at you one laat time that night.

the next day, while you're sure he would not remember the night before, he pauses his steps when he sees you in the hallway, inspects you with those devouring eyes, and smiles, telling you to have a good day.

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gregsnero · 7 months

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some highlights of the philly tour i jotted down/remember (ones i got on video will be marked with a * and posted sometime)

- glenn in that fuckass chimney sweep hat Sorry*

- charlies favourite mac is badass mac. rob likes fat mac

- all of them expressing their solidarity with the strikes

- charlie singing rock flag and eagle and having to restart due to glenn effing around with the mic

- how when they were filming the strawberry mansion bridge scene in mac day EVERYBODY in the crews cars got broke into*

- mrs mac being based off of glenns friends dad

- rob taking nitrous oxide in the mann parking lot and then making out with girls

- how they were all drunk during the shooting of the highschool reunion due to them not knowing the show was going to get renewed

- discussion on how dennis likes to be bound

- glenn didnt know what dennis' tools were going to be*

- wretched glenn and charlie philly accents. truly awful*

- trash twins glass box blooper extended with opening 5 second shot of glenn staring straight into the camera #GlennJumpscare

- differences between them and their characters. glenn saying he doesnt have tools in his trunk and how he should and then going "not those kinda tools. RELAX guys"*

- only one who can make kaitlin break is glenn. i love them*

- glenn trying a cheesesteak for the first time. 4 different ones*

- rcg deciding on nightman cometh as being the best sunny episode, rob mentioning charlie work, gang hits the road + waterpark

NIGHTMAN COMETH PLAYED DURING INTERMISSION!! with lyrics karaoke version*

- them giving out free cheesesteaks during intermission

- them pointing out the costumes in the audience ESPECIALLY the one guy with the jean shorts demonstrating how low he could go

- rob whipping out his jalen hurts jersey with a signature that looks like a dick*

- KAITLIN SHOWING UP!!! dee chant*

- im so sad that i didnt get charlie and kaitlin moving their chairs closer together and poking/hugging eachother on video. god

- they went into kaitlins bog stunt and how kaitlin never refuses any stunt (PEOPLES PRINCESS!!!) and how shit was swimming around in the mud*

- rob and glenn tying on the fill in the sunny line game, glenn won (i think) and then they did this bro high five it was magical*

- live tiny boy baby boy followed by glenn + kaitlin making out (rob encouraging)*

- charlie singing dayman marriage song and i like life in paddys pub with bts slideshow behind*

- rob making the entire audience cry with his story about the philadelphian whispering hole*

- end show dayman song all in dusters throwing out t shirts

i cried the end

#general overview for those who couldnt go #apparently glenn said something about it being robs first time in a mann but i do not remember tjis #iasip #its always sunny #philly live pod #its always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny

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transcowgirlslut · 5 months

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ok im drunk so heres my cheistmas list for later when im sober amd start feeling too ghild abused to ask for things

money to bank genetic material

nice clothes shopping woth mom

fucking uhhhhhh makeup? maybe mascara priner/nicer mascara that doesnt undo the curling

i meed to voice train (not a gift but still)

i love being drunk i dont get hyper anxious about the interactions i just had (also jot a goft6

dont reblog this

OHHHH NICE SHOES!! EITHER PINK SNEAKERS OR PLATFORMS OR HEELS

that last one is a big winner huh. honestly covers all my bases

unghhhhgggghhhh time with my family who loves me (gurahteed!! :])

yeah nice shoes fr. the wearherstained pink nikes only go so far

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fearlessreid · 6 months

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ALL TOO WELL

chapter 1 preview

rockstar!eddie x writer!reader

based off of all too well (the short film) by taylor swift

synopsis: you were never one for concerts, until you met corroded coffin front man, Eddie Munson. your once normal life turned into a mess of pining, begging, hopelessness and so called love

The venue absolutely smelled like shit. Drunk men grabbing the girls next to them and the groupies at the front of the pit wearing leather skirts and tiny shirts, ready to take their bras off and to throw onto the stage to catch the attention of the band.

It's not that I didn't want to go, actually the opposite, I begged my friend for her extra ticket. No, I wasn't a corroded coffin fan, rock music was not my forte. My agent said I had to write my column about a concert since that was ‘all the rage right now’, and it was either corroded coffin or my cousin's choir concert.

“Aren't they so hot”, my best friend, Ash, screams to me over the music. It was just the opener playing at the moment, they were more techno rock. I shrug and turn back to my notepad to jot down more notes. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom” I yell and she nods at me.

I go down a long hallway, trying to find the bathroom. It's dark, I can't quite see where I'm going.

“Can I help you?” a low voice from behind me says. I turned to the man whose voice it was. He's shirtless but wearing leather pants. “I'm sorry I was looking for the bathroom, I needed a break.” I explain. He looks me up and down and smirks cockily “this isn't your type of thing” he states and i laugh dryly “is it that obvious”

“Im eddie” he introduces. Realization hits me “oh shit you are that guy from corroded coffin” I say and he laughs “that guy huh? And what's your name?”

CHAPTER 1 COMING SOON

tag list (message to be tagged) : @chrissymjstan @bibieddiesgf @joantje

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #alltoowellfic

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thegeminisage · 5 days

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wow it is star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "blood oath" and tng's "journey's end," which is one of the strongest quality ricochets we've had yet.

blood oath (ds9):

okay, so the summary said "three klingon legends" but what i didn't realize is that they were all REAL KLINGONS FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES

i have to pain this picture for you, whoever is reading this. the three klingons in this episode appeared in "errand or mercy" "the trouble with tribbles" and "day of the dove." like, they really came back to reprise their roles almost 30 years later. i'm going to paste a picture but uhtw 60s blackface

now, if you're a tos viewer, you may recognize that fella in the middle as also having played the titular squire of gothos in. "squire of gothos." now, as an episode, i find "squire of gothos" to be pretty mid, but there is one specific scene that really did something for me. to me? it did something TO me. what it did to me was send me off the fucking deep end, i wish i could convey the depths of my madness with human words

(still screenshot grabbed from this infinitely more amazing gifset, give it up for @maulthots for enabling me, no literally please go through her gif tag and reblog her gifs)

anyway, before my good and wonderful friend so kindly made this gifset for me, i did maybe sit in front of my pc and replay the clip upwards of [mumble] times a day because i was very, very unwell. when i watched this scene for the very first time what happened to me in that single instant was the bone-deep realization that james t kirk (tos and aos) ate fascists on tarsus iv, probably, and he'd fucking do it again because nobody tastes better than a fascist! i wrote an entire fanfic about it, sorry for the spoilers.

what does squire of gothos and tarsus iv have to do with ds9? well first of all every star trek episode is secretly about tarsus iv so jot that down

but secondly, i've watched this clip so many times i have to hide my face when this man shows up in trouble with tribbles. now, i'm not so good with faces, but i KNOW THAT VOICE. but i know him AS the squire of gothos. i frequently forget entirely that he also plays a klingon, so i didn't recognize his name. so when i heard the squire of gothos's voice come out of a random klingon's mouth in ds9 my immediate kneejerk reaction was "no i am hearing things that can't be--" BUT IT WAS. i PAUSED the episode so i could look iy up, realized that the guy in the drunk tank was kor or "do you have a tongue you will be taught to use it" fame, and then to my eternal glee, kang shows up next

i remembered reading once that kang came back later and i was like ??? no one comes back later on tos BUT HE DID! I JUST HAD TO WAIT FOR IT!!!!! mystery finally solved...........

once i recognized them this episode was a blast. absolutely loving these 100 year old klingons getting ready for a rip roaring rampage of supercentenarian revenge. i was VERY sad that they died at the end but at least presumably they all died together (didnt see the last one go down but im just assuming he lived long enough to eat the albino's heart and then die)

(the albino is a really funny concept by the way like he's not even albino he's just a white klingon)

other notable things about this episode: firstly, quark hiding behind odo at the beginning. classic. secondly, dax actually being a good fighter ?!?!?! and finally, a true passing of the bechdel test where dax asked kira some alarming and upsetting questions about killing people and kira immediately took her aside and MADE her talk. i love. Women. and also women who murder people. i support womens wrongs.

i even love that the ONE time sisko doesn't back up one of his people it's for a good reason (doesn't want the 27yo reincarnation of his father figure to die on a klingon suicide mission)

10000/10, absolutely stellar ep, zero complaints

journey's end (tng):

oh boy.

just about the coldest bucket of fucking water...

you know, we tried to give this episode the benefit of the doubt actually. we were like "maybe this was progressive in 1994. i mean they ARE saying that moving these guys forcibly would be bad" and i mean like what would we know about what was progressive in 94? we were 5. so we checked and um i don't think anybody liked it in 1994 either

devastating that THIS has to be a wesley episode bc i wanted a better sendoff for my boy. "i had a vision and now i'm leaving starfleet" and yes they said the word vision in the most derogatory way possible. jesus christ

TRAVELER ALIEN RACEFAKING? HE PRETENDED TO BE NATIVE AMERICAN TO GIVE WESLEY THE VISION? and then he was like haha don't you know all that stuff is fake. (picard earlier in this episode "i am sooo respectful of your beliefs")

furthermore when picard was like "oh yeah this guy blames me for the crimes of my colonizer ancestor" girl at no point did he say that. idk if white people should go around accusing other white people of white guilt so i don't say this lightly but jesus christ captain picard can you tone it the fuck down buddy

i came across a gifset today of picard from season 5 (idr the episode) going "starfleet doesn't want officers who blindly follow orders sayign you're just following orders has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history" and then smash cut to this episode where he's like "well i tried but yeah i'm gonna have to move you sowwy :/" like good lord.

anyway it's a bummer these last few eps of tng have been less than great bc ik tng is capable of good episodes and i was hoping this series would go out on a high note. but it's going to end the same way it began with us waiting for something good to happen and throwing popcorn at picard

TONIGHT: ds9's "the maquis part i" and tng's "firstborn." i am Braced. for trouble.

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb #tng lb #and you know what?#tos lb #just for fun. i went into a lot of detail here.

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shotmrmiller · 8 days

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im sooo mad at myself bc i got drunk the other night and had the perfect little scenario that i know u would go feral for but i forgot it😔

next time do what i do when im trashed. write it in your notes, no matter the grammar. just a basic sentence of nonsense and never let this HAPPEN AGAIN

fr tho, i hate when that happens???? i'll be like i won't jot it down cuz i'll remember but i have the memory of a tadpole.

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spellsunderthestars · 3 months

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ALL OF THIS IS IRRELEVANT IM ONLY DIZZY ANDBF FSLLING OCER CAUSE IM FUCKING STARVING IM JOT FUCKING DRUNK

>someone save him

oh so. you’re dying

here

>literally just HOLDS OUT HIS HAND?? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COMPLAINTS

before i regret this

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bellaturner · 7 months

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im quite drunk rn (yes ik it's a thursday but who tf cares, yk?) and was jotting down some stuff and came up with a blurb which is basically "best friends share everything" (with alex and miles, I'd like to formally apologize in advance)

should I post it? maybe make an actual fic about it?

#random #fic #drunk posts #<- I like that tag I always post when I'm drunk or high lol

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kasperbunny · 1 month

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3 for all your ships!! Aand 6,9 13 and 14 for anyone you want :)

oh god hi hello. putting this under a read more bc it got long

What would their song to each other be?

i dont have an answer for ALL my ships but, heres just a few. and these are more like...songs that describe their dynamic or make me think of them if that makes sense!

danse/art - put your head on my shoulder by paul anka. this song isnt necessarily fitting to their dynamic, but...i always come back to this song bc it makes me think of the soft, more calm and sweet moments between these two. i can picture them listening to it and slow dancing clumsily together, whether theyre a lil drunk or completely sober i dont know, but it always puts that image in my head and makes me happy.

shane/elfie - froot by marina. listen. this song is just straight up longing/horny from elfie's pov and i love it. this song is just fun and i like thinking about how BADLY she wants this dumb lil guy. thats her man and shes gonna TAKE him. also this song slaps.

shane/me - loser by charlie puth. UGH THIS SONG. THIS SONG. i feel so self indulgent when i listen to this song. thinking about shane longing for me and wanting me when im with my other f/os. his jealousy and anger and self loathing is just in hyper drive when he sees me with danse or arthur or whoever. i love torturing my husband <3

What small quirks do they love about each other?

i'll do this for shane/elfie. hmm...shane likes how emotive elfie is sometimes. she plays with her hair when shes nervous, she talks with her hands, she wiggles/wags her tail when shes excited or curious.

i...am blanking on any little quirks shane has im so sorry.

How did they know they were right for each other?

can i answer this for danse/me!!!! because like. god. i remember before i played fo4 i would watch my bf play it and he had danse as his companion a lot and. i just started watching him play more and more bc i started to feel IMMEDIATELY safe and protected by danse. my crush on him was instant. i started thinking about danse more and more. i barely even knew him yet but i felt so infatuated and longed for him. it just felt good right away, and i knew he was right for me. my love for him is unconditional and i hope he feels safe around me too. im sure thats how he knows im right too, he doesnt have to be or do anything different, he can just be himself and i'll love him regardless. even if hes a shit head sometimes <3

How do they express their feelings (Words, visual art, a song, etc.)?

answering for danse/art. neither of them are very good with words. danse is a very "acts of service" type of person. if art has a piece of equipment or something that needs fixing, danse already has it jotted down in his head to fix it later. art doesnt even have to ask, danse is already on it and tinkering with art's gun or armor or whatever.

meanwhile, art is very touchy if hes close with someone. he used to be better with expressing his feelings thru words, but it got hard after everything he went thru. so he sometimes just touches danse on his shoulder, his arm, his back, or holds his hand when he needs attention. danse had to get used to being touched all the time, but now he picks up on when art needs something or is trying to express something because he'll just give danse little touches or stand/sit close enough that theyre touching in some way.

Where would they go on a 3am adventure?

this screams shane/elfie. elfie calls shane at 3 am asking if he wants to come over. hes like elfie, its 3 am, why. she says she misses him and she wants to see him. he absolutely cannot say no to her so hes throwing on his sweats and jacket and booking it to her farm. i think theyd just chill together, so not really...much of an adventure. but i can also see her calling him up being like "wanna go explore that cave on my farm? :)" and hes like. what the fuck, but okay.

#inbox #shane/elfie #danse/art #i feel like i missed something but oh well

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hearditinthewind · 1 year

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SCRUNCHIES

pairing: stone gossard x f!reader warning(s): none, just fluff word count: 990 authors note: a lil something i threw together after i got drunk and watched a bunch of temple of a dog videos the other night. im an absolute sucker for 1990, temple of a dog stone + his hair and big sweatshirts. also i know they didn’t sing call me a dog at this show at the moore but it’s my fave so i wanted it in here somewhere

Seattle, WA - 1990

Backstage of the Moore Theatre ran rampant with excitement and nerves. You sat on a dingy dressing room sofa watching as the band flittered in and out of the room. Journalists and photographers popped in and out, some ran to get drinks and go see the opening band, Panic, as they kicked off the show, and the others lingered around backstage to grab a smoke and hang out to loosen up before their own stage cue.

You took a swig of your beer and watched as Stone searched through his bag on the vanity table. He dug through the side pockets and then inside, then tapped his pockets, a little defeated. He asked you, "have you seen my hair tie? The white one?"

Your first glance was to the coffee table in front of you - the hair tie was nowhere to be seen among the overflowing ashtrays and empty beer bottles. Your gaze dropped to your own wrist, the little white band nowhere in sight. "No, not since we got here. Did you grab it off the table by the bed?"

"Fuck, no, that's where I left it," he cursed with a grin as he turned to you with a smile, he felt stupid for forgetting it, "do you have a spare?"

Just under the cuff of your flannel was a bright pink scrunchie. Susan had given it to you last month from her own wrist when you got sick at the Off Ramp after too many vodka cranberries. It had come to use in emergency situations since, and now, it had another use.

You sat your beer bottle down on the table and unfolded your legs to pat the sofa. "Yeah, yeah, come 'ere,"

Stone started to bunch his hair together behind his neck as he walked over. He lowered down onto the floor between your legs and you reached out to pull his hair behind his shoulders. His brown wavy locks spread across his back and you ran your fingers through the stands to pull back into a ponytail, the pink scrunchie wrapped tightly around the hair so it wouldn't slip out mid-show.

Helping Stone with his hair was nothing new to you. He wasn’t bashful, he asked you to play with it, and if he didn’t want to verbally ask, he would throw his head in your lap and hope you got the hint. You always played with in when you could, you even made him do at-home hair masks with you every month or so, and you usually washed it for him in the shower in the early mornings he joined you when he wasn’t exactly fully awake.

"There you go," you said with a twirl of the ponytail around your finger. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you baby," he grinned and turned his head to give you a quick kiss, rubbing at your arms before standing to grab his guitar from across the room.

The rest of the band trickled in with time to gather and double-check the setlist. You had fought hard with them to get Call Me A Dog on the brief setlist and Chris eventually cracked and jotted it down at your pleasure. Half an hour passed and with Panic off stage, just a mere hour before Alice in Chains were set to headline, Temple of the Dog took the stage as the second and final opener.

You stood at the side of the stage with roadies and girlfriends, and Eddie who was behind with a microphone stand, all to watch the band, to watch the crowd. They had only played one show as Temple of the Dog before that night, just three weeks ago, and the show went so well they immediately agreed when the record label came forward to ask if they wanted to take part in the three-band line-up at the Moore before Christmas. It was an early present for everyone, even them. And you, as well. Even though you witnessed rehearsals and soundcheck, you were still by the stage at every show, and it felt like a treat every single time. Live music was the center of your life before you met Stone, and that didn't change when you two started dating, even though you were quickly forced into the world of live music and a different perspective of it. Going to live shows made you feel alive, made you feel happy. So you and your friends danced at the side of the stage that night and belted the lyrics to every song on the short setlist like it was the first show you had ever been to.

Towards the end of their set, just before the last song, you watched as Stone reached up and pulled off his baseball cap, and then he pulled out the scrunchie. He looked down at the scrunchie in his hand and then over to you, and held it out in your direction with a wide grin as he walked over. You didn't think twice, you stepped out of the darkness of the stage wing and onto the stage, meeting halfway, in a sliver of light.

You took the scrunchie from his hand and then pressed a brief kiss to his lips as he leaned over. A whistle echoed up to the stage and you both laughed into the kiss, but when you pulled back, Stone grabbed at your chin and pulled you back in for another, one that you gladly sank into. Public affection wasn't necessarily something that came out often outside of close friends and the band, but there were times when it slipped out, and you were both very unapologetic about it.

Under the microphone feedback and whistles, you pulled back and said, "now, play me my favorite song," as your eyes listened in the lowlighting.

Stone chuckled, nose nestled against yours, "will do,"

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ive seen the connor human au before but ive never seen anyone elaborate on why human connor hates androids, so im giving a potentional reasoning:

-he waa driving girlfriend and 5 year old daughter were driving to a school play when their car was struck by a drunk driver. connor and his gf survived (though connor maintained a leg injury that rendered him a permanent, slight limp.) unfortuantly, his daughter died on the way to the hospital while under the care of medical androids. his girlfriend left him and moved to canada, unable to handle her grief.

connor does blame himself for his daughter's death, and blames the androids for failing their job (because a human on red ice wouldve been much better /sarcasm).

hes a heavy smoker and drinker, a bitch to everyone, especially gavin, who was his friend before everything went south for connor

my rendition of this au doesnt have hank as the android, but instead has kara as the RK800 model sent by CyberLife. Hank is still there, just a background character. In Kara's place we can have North, I guess. which makes simon Markus's love interest.

in karas deviant path, connor starts to see kara as a daughter figure more. (and both karas name and his daughters name started with a K. his daughters name was Kaitlyn.)

anyway thats just my silly thought train. maybe ill write a fic, maybe i wont

who knows? i hope you like it tho :)

Ahh I love this! A great mix between reverse AU and swap AU.

Also I think North being in Kara's place would be.... So so funny and SO chaotic. I mean she and Kara have pretty similar personalities when it comes to how they'd handle their issues (hold at gunpoint, steal, lie, etc) but where Kara tends to be more nurturing in her chaos, North would be more "tough love". Kara already holds up several people at gunpoint, and so would North, but she'd personally give Alice a gun of her own to carry. Alice would say "North, I'm cold" and North would say "you didn't want to wear the sweater I stole for you, I don't wanna hear it".

Alice: North that's stealing! We can't do that!

North: stealing is always morally correct, Alice. So jot that down.

Alice: I don't wanna sleep here

North: and I didn't wanna get stuck as your father's toy and then be on the run for killing his bitchass, but guess what

North wouldn't trust Luther as easily, and may not even let him come along with them. "We can take care of ourselves, we don't need you to protect us". But I feel like as soon as he mentioned having a car they could take, she'd begrudgingly let him come along. I think they'd actually eventually get along well because North would also be willing to do absolutely whatever it took to protect Alice, just like Kara.

And ofc Simon being Markus's love interest is a must dkfhdksjd <3

If you ever do write a fic I'd LOVE to read it!! Thank you for sharing!! 💜

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unsustainableeuphoria · 9 months

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i wasnt really feeling liquor (and didn’t wanna go to the liquor store if im being honest) so i got some Redds. just a 6 pack, nothin too crazy.

tho i am sad bc i have a mini fridge in my room (im lazy sometimes ok) and the bottles dont fit :((

Lemme just jot down a daydream note for later that having a bedroom mini fridge (which I am very jealous of) is a great way to get someone drunk in your bedroom

Alternatively, coming home to find your roommate has been sneaking stuff out of your mini fridge by finding her very drunk and bratty about it and you have to spank her really hard bc the booze is dulling the pain

Anyways off topic rambles aside I look forward to some tipsy asks from you later tonight Mali, and spiked apple juice/cider is a great choice for a mixed drink ^_^

#maliasks #ueanswers

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pigsiescribe · 2 years

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Love Is Stored In The Belly

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Adrienne watched her friend dancing around drunkenly a few paces in front of her, humming a wedding song to himself. Well, she wasn't quite sure if "friend," was really the way to put it after the evening they had.

Some months ago, James confessed to her. At the time, Adrienne wasn't interested in a romantic relationship, so she agreed to starting off as friends and seeing where it goes from there. She was also skeptical of the man. James was polite and charming, well-educated, and a medical doctor; a little too good to be true. Overtime, he showed his silly side, and proved to be rather funny. Definitely friendship material.

That evening, however, Adrienne had invited James to be her plus-one to a friend's wedding. He politely asked if she was alright with him drinking, proceeded to get drunk, stripped down to his underwear, and pole-danced with one of the grooms. Adrienne would be lying if she said the performance wasn't titillating, to say the least.

Knowing how to dance on a pole didn't make someone romantic material though. Adrienne was into some... Unusual fetishes (for a vampire) and she needed a partner who was at least okay with it.

Adrienne was so lost in thought that she didn't notice James dancing around a streetlamp (thankfully, with his clothes still on).

"Lesh ge' sometin to eat," he declared.

"What would you like?" Adrienne asked, mostly to humor him. They were vampires after all; vampires can't taste food. He didn't exactly have a huge range of options.

"Burgersh."

Wow, he is DRUNK. "You know you can't taste food, right?" She didn't want him wasting money on something he wouldn't enjoy. Unless the meat was raw, it was just going to be mouthful after mouthful of mush.

"Yess aye can," he assured her. "Mom sssays I like food tooooo much, so I ne'er lost me taste for it."

"Hm." Adrienne had heard of adult vampires who could still taste food, but they almost seemed mythical, like a bearded woman. "Okay. Where do you want to go?"

***

"Evening, Dr. Marker," the cashier greeted James cheerily.

"My too late?" James looked around the nearly empty diner. "I 'on't wanna im-pose."

"Just a slow day," the cashier assured him. "The usual?"

"Yesh p'ease~"

"Does he come here often?" Adrienne asked.

"About once a month at most," the cashier answered, jotting something down on a note pad. "Never bothers anybody, takes his food and leaves. Honestly, I wish more drunks were like him."

"Stuff here's good~" James declared with a chef's kiss. "You shou' get some too."

I might actually take you up on that offer, Adrienne thought sneakily. "What's his usual?"

"Every burger on our menu, a medium order of fries, and a large orange soda."

"He eats nine different burgers in one sitting?!"

"I'm assuming. He always takes his food home, so I've never actually seen it with my own eyes."

Adrienne glanced at the dessert menu on the counter. "Go ahead and throw in five cinnamon rolls, and I'll foot the bill."

***

Lucky ducky, Adrienne thought, sitting perpendicular from James at his living room table. (He refused to eat at the dining room table, saying the chairs were "shifty bastards.") He wasn't lying about being able to taste food. Each bite into a burger sounded like he was making out with it. Every once in a while, he remembered Adrienne was sitting near him and would offer to share his food (which she politely declined) but otherwise, he was lost in the sauce and salt and grease of the fast food burgers. But we're friends, Adrienne reminded herself. Putting the moves on someone drunk was wrong. The respectful thing to do was just... Enjoy the show from a respectable distance.

"Mm!" James suddenly exclaimed with a mouthful of fries after his fourth burger. He gestured towards the suit he was still wearing and looked around, possibly for something to wipe his hands clean. An opportunity!

"Do you need some help with your buttons?" Adrienne asked, trying her best to hide how much the idea excited her. Though, watching his belly bust those buttons off would be more exciting, it was a nice suit that he obviously wanted to preserve.

"If ish no trou'le," he admitted sheepishly. Even in a drunken feeding frenzy, he was still so considerate of others.

"Oh, no trouble at all." Adrienne slid next to him and, with one hand, carefully unbuttoned his vest, sneaking little playful pokes on his tight upper belly. Soon, he'd need help with the side zipper of his high-waisted pants, and maybe even his shirt. She couldn't wait to see the contrast of his belly at max capacity on his otherwise slender body. Normally, Adrienne was more into chubby guys, but there was something delightful about stuffed-up skinny guys, especially the morning after...

"Coul' you...?" Just as expected, his pants were starting to cut into him.

"Oh, of course." Adrienne pulled down the zipper just a smidge. She wanted to watch the mechanism slowly give way to the curvature of his belly as it filled up more and more.

By the seventh burger, gaps were beginning to show on his shirt. With her sensitive hearing, Adrienne could tell the threads were slowly tearing as they struggled to contain the globe filled with greasy food. Either James didn't notice or he didn't care. Decisions, decisions...

"Maybe I should unbutton your shirt," Adrienne suggested nonchalantly. "You don't want to have to mend it later."

"Mm-mm," he nodded. It was a little uncouth, but Adrienne hoped he wouldn't notice that she started unbuttoning from the bottom, sneaking a gentle caress of his soft underbelly, carefully noting how taut his skin felt beneath his undershirt as she worked her way up. Soon, he'd be like all the others; tight as a drum, pinned down by the weight of his own gluttony, whimpering and moaning in the aftercare.

I'm being so obvious right now! Adrienne scolded herself. But then again, he never said anything about the way she was touching him. Maybe he was into it? Or at least neutral to it? Maybe they COULD take things to the next level...

James politely suppressed a burp, excusing himself.

"That's cute," Adrienne teasingly remarked, kneading around for possible air bubbles, "but let's try putting a little more oomph into it. You're gonna need to make some room if you're going to finish that last burger."

"WhaUUUOOOOOORRRRR!" James stared at her in horror, hand to his mouth. Look at him, unabashedly burping in front of a lady!

"That's better, isn't it?" Adrienne teased with a couple playful pats of his belly. "Go on now. Finish up."

Once sure she wasn't upset by his lack of decorum, James continued onto the last burger. With a contented sigh, he leaned against the couch, stretching his arms up high, practically taunting Adrienne with the swell of his gut.

"Got some room for dessert?"

"Uh..." He slowly nudged his belly, careful not to disturb the contents too much. "I'm fine."

"Mind if I check?" He rotated himself in her direction, and Adrienne reached out with both hands, first marveling at the curvature and the absolutely delightful contrast between him and his belly. Then, she lightly knocked above his belly button, then to his side. As expected, she got his belly to illicit a growl so loud, one would think he was running on empty. "Sounds to me like you're practically wasting away." James stared at her, then his belly, no doubt struggling to comprehend the mixed messages.

"Well... Mayee jus' a little..."

"A little," turned into one cinnamon roll. One cinnamon roll turned to two. Two turned into three. "Just one more," Adrienne goaded him, holding up the pastry. "You know they taste better fresh." Three slowly turned into four. "Oops, sorry. There's still one more left. It's a small one, I promise." Finally, four turned into five, resulting in a deliciously noisy digestion and James slouched against the couch, with Adrienne using his lap (or, what was left of it) as a pillow, giving her front row seats to all the borborgymous.

You're going to be SO bloated tomorrow, Adrienne thought gleefully as she listened to the poor overworked intestines struggling to digest so much food in so little time, especially with him starting to doze off. If only I could be here to see it...

"Lets get you to bed, Jammy-man."

"Jam...?" He couldn't even string a full sentence as Adrienne slowly eased him up to his feet.

"Yeah. You're like a doughnut that's been stuffed with sweet, fruity jam." Wrapping her arm around his waist, she gently rubbed the side of his belly as they walked down a hallway, to his bedroom. "It's also my favorite pastry."

"Really?" He sounded a bit surprised.

"Now get to sleep, you puffy delight."

***

"HUUUUUURRRAAAAAUUUUURRRRP~! Ugh..." James belched then groaned upon rising the next morning. "Burgers... And cinnamon." What did I eat that had cinnamon? He was used to tasting beef, egg, and black beans from eating burgers after getting drunk, and waking up on the living room floor. James groggily searched his wallet for a receipt but found none. Did I rob somebody?! There was no way he was sober enough to cook himself a decent burger.

A note lying on the floor caught his eye. Feeling no desire to actually leave his bed, he laid down on his bloated belly, forcing up a few more burps in the process, as he stretched towards the piece of paper.

"'I had fun last night'," he read. "'If you are still interested, we can take things in a romantic direction.'" He reread and reread and reread the note. Did this mean what he thought it meant? "What the bloody hell did I do last night to make her like me like that?" James was happy, of course, but still very, very confused.

"Wait..." Pieces of his memory from last night slowly began to surface. He remembered eating in the living room, and his clothes slowly coming off as he ate more and more, and someone's hand rubbing his belly in all the right places... Adrienne brought me home and got me into bed?! And she--! Admittedly, James had an inkling she was into THAT sort of thing when she admitted to finding chubby men attractive. Due to his large appetite, he avoided eating food in front of her up until now, lest she be disgusted by his gusto. James wasn't particularly INTO that sort of thing, but he also had nothing against it. If his occasional indulgences made her happy, well... That was just a win-win situation.

"I should give her a call still," he told himself, ignoring the fluttering in his heart. "Just in case I did something I really shouldn't have."

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