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cal-flakes · 10 months

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╰┈➤ rafe picking up his drunk girlfriend

warnings: swearing. alcohol, underage drinking.

summary: much to rafe’s dismay, his girlfriend had always been close with the pogues, drinking with them, fishing with them and so on. one particular night, y/n gets a bit too drunk and rafe has to pick her up.

the fire crackled away infront of them as the group chattered amongst themselves, empty beer bottles scattered around behind them. jj and y/n drowned out the others in a drunken attempt to sing some sort of old song, neither knowing the correct words. taking notice of this, the others broke out in hysterics, however this only further egged them on.

y/n sang, or slurred as her friends might say, at the top of her lungs, beginning to twirl around the fire they had made out of rotten wood and pizza boxes. making her way around her friends, she reached out to pope, determined to make him get up and dance.

“you’re wasted y/n, you should sit down” kie called from her place on a tree stump. turning her head, y/n’s face contorted. “you’re wasted y/n, sit down” she mimicked her friend. nevertheless, it was a fact. the pogues knew y/n couldn’t really handle alcohol, it was only in the last few months that she had decided to come out of her shell a bit more. she’d spent the majority of her life sticking to rules, doing as she was told. that was until her close friends from school had convinced her to live out her teenage years in style.

“i-i am not drubk, ‘m having f-fun kie” y/n mumbled, yet the hiccups interrupting her words said otherwise. her friends chuckled at this, allowing her to go on for a little longer. that is until she let out a small scream.

their heads snapped quickly to where y/n was, they would’ve thought she’d disappeared into thin air if it wasn’t for her drunken cries coming from the other side of a large fallen tree. john b, pope and kie jumped out of their places around the fire, attending to their lightweight friend as quickly as possible. jj on the other hand, was also too shitfaced to even realise she’d taken a tumble.

“y/n are you okay?” pope asked, poking his head over the tree to take in the sight of his friend flat on her back, sprawled out on the floor. despite the flowing tears, she managed a thumbs up. “c’mon y/n, that’s two fights you’ve lost with a tree now, when are you gonna learn?” john b mocked while reaching down to help her up.

kie stepped over the tree, also helping y/n up off the floor as she lolled about like deadweight. pope and john b shared a knowing glance as they all pulled y/n back up. once she was up, kiara helped feed her some water, hopefully sobering her up a bit before she went home.

“you know what we’re gonna have to do right? john b?” pope whispered as they stepped away from the girls. to this, john b let out a deep sigh, knowing exactly what they were gonna have to do. “yeah i know” john b grumbled. “who’s gonna do it though? im not, i did it last time.” pope protested quickly.

both boys glanced over to kie, she quickly shook her head however, already knowing what they were going to ask. “no, no way. you can do it this time john b, he almost bit my head off last time i spoke to him.” before john b had anytime to argue, kiara had tossed y/n’s unlocked phone into his hands, looking at him expectantly.

pacing around the fire, john b reluctantly tapped the screen a few times before holding the phone up to his ear and letting it ring. after a few tries, the recipient finally answered the call. “hey baby, you okay?” a raspy voice called out through the phone, earning a small chuckle from pope as he overheard.

“hey rafe..um, it’s john b” he mumbled, knowing how this was going to go. “why the fuck do you have y/n’s phone?” rafe sneered, blood boiling at all the possible situations running through his head. “yeah, i- um, i think you need to come pick her up, she’s a bit wasted and she’s hurt herself.”

overhearing this, y/n’s face contorted, her mind clearing for a second as she realised what was going on. “are you telling my fucking boyfriend on me john b?” she slurred, her voice loud enough for rafe to hear. before john b could get another word in, rafe put the phone down on him. “asshole” he muttered, already dreading rafe’s arrival.

fifteen minutes go by and y/n had been in a huff every single second, she knew rafe would jump at the chance to argue with her friends, so john b calling him to come get her was not the most intelligent idea.

the pogue’s heads turn at the sound of a car engine pulling up not to far from them. sharing looks as they heard a car door slam. y/n jumped at the sound, the dreading feeling gone as excitement to see her baby took over. the leaves behind her rustled and she leaped from the camping chair, just about falling into rafe’s arms. “hiiii babyyy” y/n sang as he helped her back up, stabling her. sparing his angel a quick smile, he turned to narrow his eyes at her friends.

“what the fuck did you give her!” rafe bellowed, waking jj from his wasted slumber. the blonde boy stood up, stalking over to rafe, well..trying to atleast. “who the fuck do you think you are cameron? talking to us like that?” jj growled through gritted teeth, chest heaving. rafe chuckled to himself lowly, squaring up as he did. “you’re fucking lucky she’s here maybank, or i’d have already punched your face into the ground” he retorted.

pope and john b had situated themselves in the middle before jj could lunge at him. “heyyy! h-hey! stop it! you guys gotta accept that i love you bothhhh! your my b-boyfriend and these g-guys are my besties!” y/n sang from besides rafe, throwing an arm around both rafe and jj. attempting to de-escalate the situation.

rafe’s nostrils flared as he took a step back, throwing a glare in the pogue’s direction before leading his girlfriend away. “bye guys! see you so-ooon!” she yelled while following rafe to the car.

stepping into the drivers side, rafe gathered himself for a second, not wanting to lash out at her for something so small. releasing a harsh breath, he turned to her, intent on lecturing her about drinking so much when his eyes met her puppy dog gaze. his thought out words suddenly crumbled away. sighing, he intertwined his free hand with hers and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “seatbelt” rafe ordered, his tone teetering on harsh. “yes sir!” she giggled before doing what he asked.

as they drove, rafe felt the anger in his veins dissipating as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “rafe?” she mumbled. humming in response, he glanced at her before turning back to the road. “do you think you could make me a sandwich when we get back? pretty pleaseeee” y/n pleaded, half expecting him to say no.

“of course baby, anything for you”

#dom!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #soft!rafe cameron #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe x y/n #rafecameron #obx #outer banks

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arxaris · 5 years

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11 krbk?

things got out of hand here as usual what really even is a drabble ya know? (sorry this took so long)

11. things you said when you were drunk

Bakugou Katsuki had been in love with Kirishima Eijirou for… well, he wasn’t exactly sure at this point, but it sure felt like he’d loved that annoying asshole for too fucking long. Especially right now, at two in goddamn morning, as he groped around for his glasses and pushed himself out of bed with a sigh, all for him. Apparently he was a weak, weak man, because all it took were a few cute drunk texts from his crush, and he was all-too-happily abandoning his sleep and his early morning training regimen. He grabbed his beanie, pulled a hoodie over his head, and slipped on his shoes before walking out of his apartment.

As he walked, he fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. It opened directly to his conversation with Kirishima. He reread their messages for the fourth time since their conversation had started twenty minutes ago.

Kirishima (1:59): bakugoooou

Kirishima (1:59): r u up ?????

Kirishima (2:00): ba

Kirishima (2:00): ku

Kirishima (2:00): gi

Kirishima (2:00): fuck

Kirishima (2:01): go*****

Katsuki (2:02): what the FUCK kirishima

Kirishima (2:02): KATUSKIIIII :D

Katsuki (2:03): that… is not even close to being spelled correctly

Kirishima (2:04): sry :(

Kirishima (2:04): im drubk

Katsuki (2:05): no shit dumbass

Kirishima (2:06): I wanna go go home

Kirishima (2:06): can u come get md

Katsuki (2:07): ??? you know I don’t have a fucking car idiot. walk home

Kirishima (2:08): no!!! not wht i mean

Kirishima (2:08): i mean like

Kirishima (2:09): can u come walk with me ??

Kirishima (2:10): nd stay w/ me at my place???

Kirishima (2:10): i just

Kirishima (2:11): rly wanna see u?

Kirishima (2:11): rly miss u

Katsuki (2:14): we saw each other yesterday moron

Katsuki (2:16): …send me your location

Kirishima (2:16): YAY :D

Katsuki blushed as he finished scrolling. Yeah, he was definitely weak. Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in front of the bar in which Kirishima and their idiot friends were drinking. Not thirty seconds after he texted Kirishima he had arrived, he was interrupted from scrolling on his phone by a pair of strong arms wrapping him in a tight hug and lifting him from the ground. “KATSUKI!” Kirishima exclaimed excitedly as he squeezed him.

“Get the fuck off me, Hair for Brains!” Katsuki wheezed, setting off a few explosions in his palms for good measure. He was careful not to hit Kirishima though, as he wasn’t sure he had the proper reflexes to harden quickly enough right now. He reeked of alcohol. Kirishima complied and put him down, but he was still smiling ear-to-ear at him.

“Wow, you look so cute in your glasses! And this thing,” he said, reaching a hand out towards Katsuki’s beanie. Katsuki smacked it away, flushing red.

“Idiot, stop spewing nonsense and let’s fuckin’ go,” he grumbled. Kirishima was unfazed, as usual.

“I missed you sooo much,” he said, swinging an arm around Katsuki as they set off in the direction of Kirishima’s apartment. Katsuki blushed deeper, even though he told himself none of it meant anything. Kirishima was just a flirt, especially when he’d been drinking.

“How drunk are you, dumbass?” He asked warily.

“Well, Mina made me take a shot for the road, so I’d say drunk and getting drunker!” Kirishima replied happily. Katsuki rolled his eyes and snorted softly.

“She made you, huh?” He asked, amused. Kirishima beamed and nodded his head, a bit too enthusiastically. Katsuki sighed.

“Let’s get you home, fuckin’ idiot,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly.

“Katsukiiii,” Kirishima whined at the insult. “I’m your idiot though, right?” Katsuki blushed furiously, but made sure his voice was measured when he replied.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima pouted, but didn’t remove his arm from its place around Katsuki’s shoulders. Katsuki let his own arm snake around Kirishima’s waist. For support. Because he was drunk. Fuck off.

They eventually made it back to Kirishima’s place, the walk having taken longer than it should’ve because of their refusal to let go of each other. Once there, Katsuki gathered up pajamas for Kirishima and sent him to the bathroom to change. He set about collecting headache pills and two large glasses of water, then he returned to Kirishima’s bedroom to wait for him. When Kirishima finished changing and came back, Katsuki thrust one of the glasses at him.

“Drink this, Shitty Hair, and you won’t feel as bad tomorrow morning. The other one is for when you wake up,” he said. Then he narrowed his eyes. “What happened to the shirt I gave you?”

Kirishima, shirtless, giggled at this, as if the question was funny. “I don’t wear shirts to bed, Katsuki.”

Katsuki blushed lightly. “Fine. Do whatever you want. Do you need me to tuck you in, too?” He mocked, though it was without any real heat. “If not, I’ll be on the couch.”

He started towards the door, but Kirishima didn’t move out of the way to let him pass. When Katsuki looked up at him, his face looked crestfallen.

“You’re leaving?” He asked, sounding hurt. Katsuki’s brows shot up in question.

“I just fucking told you I’ll be on the couch moron, how thick can you get?” He replied testily.

Kirishima’s bottom lip jut out slightly. “But… I want you in here. With me,” he whined.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at his statement.

“You’re just going to sleep, fuckhead, there’s no point in me staying in here with you.”

Kirishima took a second to process his words, and then he was rolling his eyes back at Katsuki.

“And you say I’m the dumb one,” he said, sounding exasperated even as his words slurred slightly from the alcohol. Katsuki’s brows raised impossibly higher.

“Excuse me, Hair for Brains? What’d you just fucking say to me?” He asked.

“Katsuki, we both know I’m not afraid of your angry voice,” Kirishima said with a snort. “But, dude, come on, I’m obviously asking because I want to sleep with you!”

Katsuki was pretty sure he felt his brows go so high this time that they physically left his body.

“Um, what?” He blurted.

He could practically hear Kirishima replaying his own words in his head, his processing slow from drinking. He knew the moment it clicked though, because Kirishima suddenly turned beet red, flushing much deeper than he could blame on the alcohol.

“Oh my god, not like that!” He cried, burying his face in his hands. His next words were mumbled into them, presumably just for himself. However, Drunk Kirishima’s volume control wasn’t superb, and Katsuki heard them clearly against the silence of his room. “Okay, well, maybe like a little like that but that’s so not what I meant, oh my god.”

“What’d you mean then?” Katsuki croaked, disbelieving.

Kirishima looked mortified, as if he couldn’t believe he’d willingly backed himself into this corner.

“You know, it was nothing - nope - I think you’re right, the couch is good - you know what I’ll even take it okay so goodni-“

Katsuki cut him off with a hand over his blabbering mouth. His mind was going a mile a minute, replaying a million scenes with Kirishima that he’d written off as casual and friendly. The thought that they might’ve actually meant something more was almost too good to be true.

“You got a fucking crush on me or something, Shitty Hair?” He asked bluntly. When Kirishima’s eyes grew wide and he started to shake his head no, Katsuki glared at him. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Kirishima stopped shaking his head.

“Well?” Katsuki demanded, hand still clasped over his mouth. He hoped Kirishima couldn’t feel his rapid pulse in his wrist. Kirishima’s slightly bloodshot eyes looked worried, but he nodded his head anyway.

Katsuki’s heart, which had been beating furiously since Kirishima had announced his desire to fucking sleep with him, felt like it was going to explode from happiness. He couldn’t fight down a small smile as he removed his hand. Kirishima liked him back.

“Well fuck, Eiji, that was all you ever had to say. Get the fuck in bed,” he said, turning and plopping himself down on Kirishima’s mattress.

Kirishima’s eyes were so wide Katsuki was a little worried they might fall out. “You… you like me too?” He asked, as if he didn’t believe him.

Katsuki huffed, averting his eyes as he blushed. “I left my bed at two in the goddamn morning to walk your ass home from the bar. What do you think? Now get the fuck over here and spoon me, you big idiot.”

Despite his insults, the smile that stretched across Kirishima’s face was blinding. He was all too happy to indulge him.

***

The next morning, Kirishima had the worst hangover Katsuki had ever seen him with. Luckily for him, he also had a cute blonde boyfriend now who maybe didn’t absolutely hate taking care of him.

#kiribaku #kiribaku fic #kiribaku drabble #ask game #bnha #bnha drabble #ask arx #my writing #wow the mobile app absolutely butchered this formatting ok but its fixed now

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pattinsonsgurl · 5 years

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You Lost Me (d.d.)

Request: imagine david cheats on you and you leave him but ur boo boo the fool so one night you end up texting him back and y’all hook up and he thinks y’all are gonna get back together, but you leave again and it’s just super angsty

Warning: angsty, cussing, alcohol

You hear his special ringtone go off for the 5th time this evening as you’re sitting there drinking some wine to help you destress. It’s been 3 months since you caught David cheating on you with that slutty Instagram model. You don’t even remember her name just that she vaguely looks like Kylie Jenner, but don’t they all. You want to delete him from your phone but you keep hesitating. It just seems so final. You’ve already deleted him from everywhere on social media. This is your final connection to him. You don’t even hang out with any of your mutual friends anymore because the couple of times you did, David would show up trying to beg you to come back causing a scene and you couldn’t stand it.

You look at the notification and roll your eyes in disgust.

David: Y/N, please talk to me. I can’t stand not telling you my side of it.

You get up rolling your hands into fists. Yeah, his side alright. You saw all the messages David sent what’s-her-name, begging her to come hang out with the vlog squad, telling her how sexy she looked and finally asking her to hook up with him while you were out of town visiting your family. That’s when you caught them. You arrived home earlier because you were able to take a red eye just to surprise him. There was a surprise of course, but to you. Walking into his bedroom with that slut riding on top of him. He was a deer in headlights when he saw you in the doorway. You looked at him and then looked at her and in the calmest voice you’ve ever had said “Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” You walked into the kitchen pulled David’s house key from your keychain and left it on the island. As you walked out the door you heard David call out your name, and you keep walking like you hadn’t heard a thing you get into your car and drive off. As soon as your a couple of blocks away, you pull into a parking lot and bawl your eyes out.

You pour yourself another cup of wine. You’ve lost count on how many you’ve had but you realize it might be a little too many since now you feel hazy and a little horny. Your phone goes off again.

David: Please Y/N can I please come over and just talk.

Y/N: No David I dddont want to hhear ir from u.

David: Wait, are you drunk?

Y/N: Hhelll no im nnot drubk ashole

David: Baby you drunk

Y/N: Im not u beba. Duck u David

David: I’m coming over cuz you need someone

Y/N: Nooo im warning u I not gonna aanssee door.

You put your phone down and lay on the couch to fall asleep cuz you’re feeling nice and warm. Next thing you know you feel a hand caress your check. You jump up scared because you know you didn’t leave the door unlocked.

“Shh it’s ok it’s just me. I still have the key to you place remember. You never asked for it back.” David says as he looks with his signature smirk.

You groan because you forgot that you had given him a key, and you never changed the locks like you told yourself you would.

“David, I told you not to come.” You say feeling a twinge of a headache knowing your gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.

“I know but I figured this would be the best time for us to talk about what happened.”

“David I know what happened you know what happened. It doesn’t matter anymore, you made your bed or should I said unmade your bed now lie in it with your fucking slut.”

“Baby I’m so sorry for lying to you and cheating on you. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You already lost me David. The minute you stuck your dick in her pussy I was gone for good.” You retort back.

“But shes not you Y/N.” David replies as he’s caressing your thigh.

You try to remove his hand from your thigh because he knows all your weak spots since you did date from almost a year. It also doesn’t help your horny as fuck now.

“David-“ He catches your lips with his as you say his name and you forget what you were about to say and you start kissing him back because it’s been too long without him or anyone really. And the alcohol is really making you feel so free. His hands roam all over your body. You forgot it could be like this. One of the things that drove you crazy about him was his hands. He knew how to use them very well.

You wake up the next morning with the sun hitting your eyes. You try to get up and groan as the room spins and your head is throbbing. You knew you shouldn’t have had so many glasses of wine. As you lay there and then you feel movement to your left. You freeze trying to rack your brain on who it could be. You remember being alone, laying down on the couch and then you see David’s smirking face in your mind. Fuck, you think, please don’t let it be David. You slowly look at the warm body next to yours and see shaggy brown hair that could only belong to one person. You’re so angry with yourself. This isn’t what you wanted.

“David, Wake up.” You start shaking him angrily.

“Y/N, it’s too early. Come on, baby just fall back asleep a couple more hours. I gotta go edit in a little to post this week. You can come with.” David says yawning.

“First of all I’m not your baby. Last night should have not happened and you need to leave!” You snap.

“Whoa Y/N, I thought we were fine. I already told you I was sorry. We just need to leave it in the past and focus on our future. Please I can’t stand not having you around.” David pleads.

“Honestly David, I’m sick of this. We are not getting back together. I don’t trust you and I don’t think I ever will. We are done and you need to get that through your head. I was in a weak moment and you took advantage. I need you to get the fuck out of my house!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Ok geez Y/N, I’ll leave but you’ll realize what your missing out on.”

“Yea I’m totally gonna miss a lying womanizer son of a bitch!”

David glares at you and gets up from the bed putting on his pants. You follow him out to the living room where he grabs his phone and keys from the coffee table and starts to walk out the door, before he leaves, he turns and looks at you. He has tears in his eyes, which you weren’t expecting.

“I never meant for it to end this way.” He croaked before shutting the door behind him.

You stand there looking at the door, pick up a vase and throw it at the door, sinking to you knees with your hands to your face sobbing thinking you wish it never ended this way either.

#davids vlogs #david vlogs #vlog #the vlog squad #vlog squad #david dobrik imagines #david imagine #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik #fan fiction #fanfic #imagine

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ktrsss1fics · 7 years

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[text] What’s the dress code?

Harry Charlie

Wanna go out?

For what?

Connor and I are bored.

Where are we going?

Uni party or a club. Don’t know yet.

Free drinks and I’m in.

Good thing you’ve got a sugar daddy as best friend 😏You’re ridiculous.

Just hurry up we wanna leave soon

I’m almost to my stop

Sweet Connor is making drinks now. He wants the uni party Patti is there.

What’s the dress code?

18th Century Gothic meets Country Chic.

What the fuck does that even mean?

Who kbows. I’m drubk.

What are you wearing?

Nothing but your duvet cover.

If you leave any weird stains in my bed, I’ll kill you.

Kinky. 😎

What’s the dress code Harry?

Wear that maroon dress you wore to my flat that time we had the dinner party

The short one?

Yes please

Why that one?

Dunno. Just like it on you.

Oh.

I’m wearing the floral shirt with the maroon on it you made me get last week.

So we’ll match

I think we’d look good together.

I mean our outfits n all that.

It’s cute when you ramble. Almost home.

Fuck off. You’re out of our squad.

Didn’t agree to be in it anyway.

If you want me to pay for your drinks, then you agreed to it.

You’re a strict sugar daddy.

At least I’m not making you suck me off at the end of the night.

Fuck.

That was supposed to be inner monologue.

Ignore that Charlotte. I’ve had a little bit to drink and I crossed the line there. I’m sorry.

Don’t beat yourself up Styles. It’s fine.

No no no I shouldn’t have said it.

I just think you’re attractive and I got carried away. I’m sorry to offend you.

I never said I was offended.

I was a pig. I’m sorry.

Stop apologizing. I didn’t mind it. If you’re buying me drinks all night, then I have to pay you back somehow.

Oh really? How?

I’m sure we could come to an agreement.

If you play your cards right, you might get to spend the night.

Really?

Yeah… in Connor’s room.

You’re such a little shit, Pemberly.

You know you love me. Five minutes away.

You and I both know that I’ll be sleeping in your room night like I always do when I’m drubk.

Prepare yourself.

Whatever you say pop star.

Ask me what the dress code after 1.

What’s the dress code after 1 Harry?

Clothing optional.

You aren’t ready for that Styles.

I beg to differ.

I can see you from the window. Meet ya outside. x

#before i met you #charlie and harry #cheeky little harry #thanks leesh #1dff

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