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youre-ackermine · 1 year

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i'm here requesting drabble 21 of the drunk drabbles vol 2, my eVal!! take all the time you need, please and thank you ♥️🤗 can't wait to read more stuff from you 👏🏻

Hey Sunshine ☀️❤️

Thank you for requesting a drabble & sorry for the late reply!!

I had fun writing this, even if I made it more difficult for me: i'm trying to write a whole story with this Drunk Drabbles challenge.

I hope this silly work is worth the wait & that you'll enjoy it 🫶

Kith 😘

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is the 3rd part of a story. Links to part 1 Dumbstruck & part 2 Night Out.

Drabble prompt 21 "Shut up, you're drunk!"

Flushing

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Nanaba

Wordcount: 1920 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / cussing / alcohol / drunkenness / vomiting

"How come you haven't tripped & died under a pile of shit yet?"

Levi was winding his way to Hange's bathroom while they searched the wobbling shelf next to their desk.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The room was filled with stale air. The tiling had obviously not seen a mop in ages judging by how sticky it was. Dirty dishes had been left in the sink and stained clothes were slung all over the place. Countless books were randomly piled up on the floor and on the coffee table next to what had once been food - or so he hoped.

Hange's tiny apartment was an absolute nightmare and he wondered how they could live in such a pigsty. He broke into a cold sweat thinking about using their toilet but he couldn't wait any longer. Fucking beer always made him pee like crazy.

"Did you know that when we wee, we wee enough wee every month to fill a bath?! Awesome! Right, Shorty?"

Hange's boisterous voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh and, spread across their lifetime, most people spend an average of one whole year sitting on the toilet!"

He rolled his eyes as expected of him, but he couldn't help but smirk at the silly science facts they never failed to slip into the conversation.

"Pipe down, Four-Eyes! I'm gonna pee my pants listening to your stupid bullshit!"

He hurried to the bathroom, pushed and closed the door in a brisk movement, but suddenly froze and let out an annoyed grunt realizing he couldn't lock it.

He glanced around only to find his worst fears come true: the bathroom set out an advanced stage of filthiness and the toilet bowl was covered in brown stains, not to mention the traces of black mold on the walls. Yuck! Calling it revolting was an understatement at this point.

Shit! No time to delay now, he had to settle for that. He unbuckled his belt in a hurry and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion.

Nothing could compare to the relief he felt right now, his eyelids half-closed with satisfaction.

The job was almost done when the clatter broke next door. Someone wasn't careful enough not to stumble over Hange's junk heap it seemed.

A high-pitched voice suddenly cut through the uproar.

"Hans! Bestie! You heeere? Wh-why? Whot happen't wizch the s-seggzy sh-short stufff? Wh-where'z he iz?"

Hange's neighbour, Nanaba.

"Holy Walls, Nans! Shut up, you're drunk!" Hange replied in a voice tinged with panic. They hoped Levi didn't hear their friend's ramblings. "Don't go to the bathroom, it's…"

"Need a con-" the blonde yelled. "How d'ya say it? Sh-sh-shit!" she mumbled. "A condom!" she resumed yelling more intelligibly. "I need a fucking condom right now!"

"...occupied!" Hange finished their sentence.

A bit too late though: Nanaba just opened the bathroom door.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened in shock. "He…he'zz heere Hans, ya know?" she squealed over her shoulder, one hand still on the doorknob, the other gripping the doorframe to prevent herself from falling down.

Levi was looking back at her, his hands covered in foaming soap over the washbasin and a smug plastered on his handsome face.

"Good evening to you too, Nana!" he sneered. "Big one tonight, huh? Looks like you dished booze out large, didn't you?"

"Hi Munchkin!" she cooed, "ya alone in heere? Yer sssooo prrre-tty, ya know zzatt?"

She tried to wink at him but closed both eyes instead.

"Never thought you were the flirty type of drunk, Nana."

"Don-don't be ridi-ridiculush! 'm not that drunk, ya know! 'lways found ya prett-tty face sssooo cute, ya know, but Hans, well, ya know right?"

"Holy shit you're so hammered, Nana!" Levi rinsed the soap off his hands and looked around for a towel to wipe his dripping hands. To his dismay, there was none.

Nanaba's legs suddenly gave way beneath her and two strong - but still wet - hands pulled her to safety on the toilet seat. She bobbed her head and started to sob.

"Oh Levi, 'm sssooo sssooorrry! I ruined your da-date wizzss Hans! Ooooh my head!"

Tears welled up in her eyes and she clung on to Levi for dear life. Fuck!

"Come over here, Four-Eyes!" he shouted. "Need your help for fuck's sake!"

He kneeled in front of the poor girl, wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks and swept her blonde bang from her sweaty face. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Please don't move Nana, ok?" he said softly.

He got up, making sure to keep a hand on her shoulder, and groped for some painkillers in the cupboard.

"Bring a clean glass too, Four-Eyes!" he yelled. "Well, if you can find one in this shithole I mean!"

Nanaba burst into tears and uttered in between sobs: "ya know they 've a crrrush, right? 'lways had, ya know? 'm speak'n' of years 'n years!"

Shit! Levi was confused and a little bit angry to hear that. He started to review all possible candidates in his head and his disappointment gradually showed on his sad face.

Nanaba instantly figured out what was on his mind and added in a breath "I meant ya, Sweetie! Hans'z got a crrrush 'n ya!"

She giggled.

Levi felt a sudden heat rushing up to his face and ears, his heart skipping a beat and then pounding loudly in his chest, his mouth drying as he tried to gulp.

He took a deep breath to try and regain composure.

"Yer zzze cu-test cutie pie, all flust'ed 'n' shiiitt!" she said with a gentle smile that was soon covered by her hand, her eyes widened in silent panic. "Gonna puke!" she blurted out as she slightly leaned forward to try and get up.

Unfortunately, she had not time enough to turn to the toilet and painted Levi's clothes with a foul greenish liquid before he could escape the vomit trajectory.

That's when Hange finally hurried into the bathroom, a glass of water in one hand, the fingers of the other hand folded on what looked like a tiny piece of plastic.

"Nooo! I'm so so sorry Shorty! Nanaba threw up all over you!" they apologized.

"No shit, Four-Eyes!" Levi deadpanned, rolling his eyes in irritation. "Pass Nana the glass of water and try and find a fucking mop!"

"On it, Shorty! I think I have one somewhere…" they replied.

Hange ran out of the bathroom. Levi and Nanaba could hear them searching the main room, cursing every once in a while as they bumped into a piece of furniture or dropped something from their messy shit.

Unbelievable.

Levi stepped back and started to take off his wet shirt, wrinkling his nose at the stomach-churning smell. Luckily his pants had been spared but the shirt was definitely ruined. He let out a long sigh as he crumpled it into a ball and looked at Nanaba.

She was drinking water slowly not to gag, her eyes and nose reddened, tiredness showing on her pale face. She looked back at him and smiled faintly.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Levi," she said, almost in a whisper.

Getting rid of her stomach contents had brought her usual elocution back. "You're so sweet, Shortcakes, you know that? No wonder Hange's so in lo-".

All messy hair and sweaty face, Hange loudly barged into the bathroom before Nanaba could finish her sentence, brandishing a broom and a sullied floor cloth.

"Got it!" they beamed.

Stopped in their tracks by the awkward atmosphere filling the narrow place, their look went back and forth from Nanaba's dazed expression to Levi's flushed face a few times before their eyes lingered on Levi's bare chest, making him flush even harder and avert his gaze.

Nanaba cleared her throat.

"Ahem, well, this is not what you…" she started.

Hange didn't let her finish.

"Sorry to interrupt but here's stuff to clean the mess or whatever…" she said, handing said stuff over to Levi with a grin. "I still didn't find all of my lab notes, I have to rummage in my drawers a little more I'm afraid!"

Grasping the mop and bucket from them, he stammered: "whe-wher-...my…my sh-shirt's soaking wet and stinks like hell's butt…d'you…do…do you…where…"

Fucking hell! He felt so stupid!

"Plastic bags in the drawer over there, Shorty!" They gestured casually towards the washbasin.

"Come on with me, Nans! We're putting you to bed, you must be exhausted Bestie, right?"

They gently took Nanaba's hand and dragged her out of the bathroom.

"You take my bed for the night! No no no don't argue with me! We planned that I sleep over at Levi's anyway, I must be at my lab early in the morning!" they added in a falsely cheerful tone that fooled no one.

Nanaba knew better than to protest and followed her best friend to their tiny, cluttered bedroom. She jumped on the mattress and slid under sullied sheets that had not seen the inside of a washing machine for some time. But she was too tired to even care.

As Hange leaned down to tuck her in and gently graze her forehead, Nanaba wrapped her fingers around their wrist to catch their attention.

"Hey, Hans!" she whispered. "You mad? Your smile shouts 'fake' so loud it's ridiculous and you look like shit!"

"Well…I'm not mad, not really… rather…sad I guess…"

They sat on the edge of the bed, bowed their head in a dejected manner, their joined hands resting on their lap.

"But don't even think about me, you must take some rest!" they insisted.

"Ok, something's wrong here, you must listen to me! Nothing happened over there between us, ya know?! Shortcakes just took care of me and got rid of his stinky shirt after that, that's all!" she stated lively.

Hange looked up at her, their eyes lit up with a hint of hope.

After a pause, their roommate bowed her head and tentatively went on: "I…I may have screwed up…I'm…I'm sorry, I…I may have told Levi you like him."

"Holy shit, Nans! You what??" Hange blurted out. "Why did you do that? I thought we were friends, I trusted you! You were not supposed to tell him! Or anyone else by the way!"

They grazed their hand over their face, pinched the bridge of their nose and let out a long sigh.

"How am I supposed to spend the rest of the evening with Shorty as if nothing weird is hanging over us? Fuck! I'm so fucked!"

"Please, Hans, forgive me! I didn't intend to tell him! It just slipped out! Come on, Hans! It's not like he had been disgusted by the idea, ya know!"

"What do you mean?" Hange asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he blushed like a teenager! I bet he likes you back!" Nanaba clapped her hands in excitement. "I think you'll find a good way to use this latex thingy that's in your hand!" she added with a wink.

"Holy Walls! What do you mean?" Hange quickly shoved the infamous item in their pocket.

"Doesn't make things any less weird, Nans!" They frowned as they paused to think for a while.

"Well, I'll try to figure out how to behave around him. Maybe he didn't believe you?" they replied, their voice full of a deceptive hope. "You were practically dead drunk after all!"

"What? I was not that drunk! I still have pants on, you see?" She defended herself.

"Oh Sweetie…" Hange said gently.

"What?"

"Those are not your pants!"

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Thank you so much Terra my Darling @dont-f-with-moogles for beta reading & for your support 😘

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ao3-crack · 3 months

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#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #you went to a pool party without me #it was a drunken pool party #you went to a drunken pool party without me #tw alcohol mention #tw alcohol

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anthonysperkins · 1 year

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Toshiro Mifune as Matsunaga in Drunken Angel (1948) dir. Akira Kurosawa

#Drunken Angel #Akira Kurosawa #Toshiro Mifune #noirvember #movies #**#*#filmedit #toshiromifuneedit #usergina #ritahayworrth #mifunebooty #userbrittany #albertserra #usertom #userjonah #userlenie #userrobin #flashing tw

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harveywritings92 · 10 months

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[Drunk! Soap and R/n are driving around a grocery store parking lot.]

Soap, at the wheel completely wasted: h-Hey, man, am I driving okay?

R/n, tipsy and notices they’re not moving: I think we’re parked, man.

{Turns out their “Car” was one of those driving arcade machines (like crazy taxi), while they’re looking at it confused a tired and very unimpressed Ghost pulls up to them in his jeep and drags them back to base.]

#Note Soap and R/n did not drive to the store they walked but forgot they walked.#S: up in smoke #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #gn!reader #simon ghost riley #tw: alcohol #tw: public drunkenness

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ashintheairlikesnow · 8 months

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💊 Forced to swallow pills - Kauri

CW: Drug use, drunkenness/alcohol use, dubcon, Kauri's Poor Life Choices

No one even tells him what it is before there's a hand at his mouth and then a cup to his lips, liquid forcing something smooth and small down his throat as he reflexively swallows.

Kauri doesn't ask, either.

He doesn't even care.

He just coughs against the burn of the sickly-sweet liquor, apple-flavored vodka that tastes like those hard candies he sucks on sometimes when his panhandling isn't going well and he can't afford dinner.

The whole reason he came here is because they'd promised him free pizza, and they definitely kept that promise. He'd eaten plenty earlier, and then there's been some fooling around, and now there was some kind of movie night and potentially an orgy? He hasn't figured out if there's going to be an orgy yet.

In training, there had been some, sometimes. He remembers how it felt to have them all around him, some trainees like him, some demo pets to help them learn, handlers directing all the action, grabbing and jerking and slapping.

Kauri had aced the orgies.

At least, until Owen found out he was being trained for them and put a stop to it, because he wanted his little pet to only ever pine for him. Kauri had missed getting to see the other trainees, whisper to them, hear news or just talk to someone who felt as bad as he did.

But he doesn't feel bad right now.

He's already drunk, and he thinks a little high just from the smoke in the air in the small room, the press of bodies around him. No one's doing anything, really - just laying here for now, with a movie playing to no one in particular in the corner. Maybe some people are wearing less clothing than they should, but that's normal.

He keeps seeing Vincent fucking Shield on the screen, making serious faces while solving a mystery. Vincent fucking Shield, smiling brightly and kissing a woman with false passion, and Kauri wonders if he'd kissed Owen like that, ever.

Every time he feels himself getting angry about Vincent fucking Shield and his perfect fucking movie-star life, he takes another drink, or runs his hand up someone's thigh, or lets someone kiss him with their own vodka-soaked tongue sliding into his mouth.

Maybe there isn't an orgy.

Maybe Kauri is the orgy by himself.

He can handle that.

He's seated on the floor, between some stranger's spread legs, the denim of the guy's jeans bookending him, seams rubbing rough against his bare arms. Kauri's shirt is off - he has no fucking clue where it is. He might have left it in the one guy's bedroom, or in the bathroom. Or the kitchen.

Where did someone ask him for it first?

Can't remember.

Not important.

"Give that about half an hour," Someone says, half-shouting to be heard over the din, "And you're gonna fucking fly, gorgeous!"

For a second, Kauri has no clue what the asshole next to him is talking about. Then he remembers the pill, the something down his throat, and he laughs, bright and brittle as light shining off sugar cooked as thin and clear as glass.

"Hope so," He breathes. "What is it?"

"Don't worry about it!"

That should probably bother him to hear. It doesn't. He just giggles some more. The guy whose legs he's nestled between leans down and offers him a joint. He takes a hit, and wonders idly what Jake is doing right now. It's close to midnight, but Jake barely sleeps. Probably studying for some fucking test or writing an essay, the kind of shit you can't do when your brain has been made into malleable putty for someone like Owen to mold.

If Kauri called him now, he'd answer. Disappointed, and he'd tell him he shouldn't keep putting himself at risk like this. He'd get to hear Jake's soft voice chiding him for fucking his own life over after he just got to start it, and he's tempted.

Just to listen, because once Jake gets started on that lecture he'll talk forever, and all Kauri has to do is hum sometimes to show he hears it.

"Hey." The guy takes a joint back, blows smoke at him, giggles with an odd high-pitched tone that makes Kauri's teeth itch. "How many dicks you think you can suck before the movie ends?"

For one single solitary second, Kauri lets himself feel a well of loathing and shame that will shatter him to pieces the size of glitter flakes if he lets it. In a room full of strangers, they all know what he is as soon as he walks in the door.

Oh, they may not know why he covers his wrist in long sleeves and leather bracelets, but they know what he'll do, and that he won't say no.

They know Kauri Grant is always up for anything, or anybody, at any time.

For just that one breath, he thinks that if he has to keep going like this, he'll just turn himself in to WRU, because at least Owen doesn't pass him around. Owen wants his pretty little Vince-slut all to himself.

And fuck, wouldn't it be better than living like this?

Then he pushes it back down, reminds himself that if he goes back to Owen he won't get to talk to Jake or Nat or the little redhead that just showed up again. He tells himself to give it another few weeks, maybe it'll get better.

Just a few more weeks.

Kauri takes another long hit from the joint, sucking it from right between the guy's fingers, and when he exhales, he breathes, "Don't know, but why don't we find out?"

"Awesome! Kauri, you are the fucking best." The guy hands the joint off to someone else, and his fingers are on his zipper a minute later as he watches Kauri with heavy-lidded eyes. Kauri turns, shifting from seated to kneeling, pressing hands on the guy's knees to spread them even more, swallowing against the nausea threatening to boil back up his throat.

He can't. He can't throw up right now.

Not until that pill dissolves and he forgets to give a fuck about this anymore. Until he forgets that he hates these people, and the drugs, and the alcohol, and his entire fucking life that he has to live because Vincent fucking Shield didn't want to fuck Owen Grant.

He puts every ounce of training into it, and after the third guy his jaw hurts too much to think anyway, and the world has gone soft and glimmering around the edges. Everyone tastes like apples and sugar because of the liquor they keep feeding him, and everyone tells him how good he is, how sweet, how fucking pretty.

It feels good, or at least it feels less terrifyingly bad than he felt before, and that's pretty much the same thing when you're Kauri Grant.

The fourth guy's hands are in his hair and Kauri's sure he'll be done any second when the guy's eyes widen, staring down at him. Kauri sucks hard and he jerks his hips forwards and buries himself so deep that Kauri would gag... if he still could.

Nope.

They trained that out of him, just like they made sure he could never say no.

"Jesus," The guy groans, rolling his hips forwards, the others at the party crowding close and cheering him on or waiting for their own turns, "You're so fucking good at this. Mmmmn, baby, has anyone ever told you you look just like Vincent Shield?"

Kauri doesn't bite his dick off in reply.

But he thinks about it.

@autophagay @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @arlin-always-writing @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @whumpyourdamnpears@cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes@whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @outofangband @hackles-up @grizzlie70 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @keeper-of-all-the-random-things

#whump #drug use tw #drugged whumpee #forced drug use tw #runaway whumpee #escaped whumpee #drunkenness tw #alcohol use tw #Kauri's Poor Life Choices #imperfect whumpee #traumatized whumpee #bbu #box boy #box boy whump #box boy universe #erase to control

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blusical · 19 days

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"i miss drunk kane" yeah uh considering the shit that he'd fucking get into whenever alcohol was involved, I'd rather NOT people miss that era, actually!

#patrick kane #pkaneposting #song:just chatting #song:serious #i don't know what truly happened that day in madison (none of us do)#but that alone should be enough proof on why we uh.. probably shouldn't be celebrating his drunken days #i've seen multiple folks say he's stopped drinking (or atleast limits it)#idk how true it is but if it is true good for him honestly #and because ik someone's gonna try and twist this: I'm not saying alcohol is bad or evil #but alcoholism probably isn't something to celebrate #alcohol tw #<-forgot to tag that. my bad yall

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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A Late Night Chat

a/n: aaaah, have this little thing.

summary: uraraka eavesdrops on midoriya’s phone call. midoriya x gn!reader.

cw: gender neutral pronouns used. uraraka-centric. one-sided uraraka x deku, unrequited love. suggestive. 18+. implication of exchanging of nudes and masturbation. mentions of alcohol, drugs, drunkenness. mentions of food. knife and stabbing metaphor for heartbreak. pet-name, babe, used toward deku.

wc: 1,986.

Uraraka had fallen asleep before she could make her move.

It was Deku’s belated housewarming party—extremely belated, considering he had been living in the apartment for a year and a half now. With everyone’s hectic hero schedule, it had been hard to get their graduating class together until today. Waiting for that long meant that the housewarming party leaned closer to a house party; friends of friends were invited, and Deku’s rank and charisma had brought in new contacts and new companions.

The apartment was filled with low music and high laughter, undercut by the flavorful aroma of food that people brought. Uraraka caught up with everyone from her graduating class, introduced herself to people she didn’t recognize, and played drinking games that made her feel young and reckless again. People came and left quickly due to patrols, so it never felt too crowded or too tight.

All in all, it was a good night—as good a night as any to confess, so it was the perfect night, actually.

Uraraka was finally tired of being on the side. She was going to waste her life away by waiting for the right moment to present itself, or, worse, for Deku to realize her burning desire and acknowledge it. She had decided to confess the night of the housewarming party due to her failed attempt earlier that week (during lunch, she had put her hand over his, only for him to absentmindedly pat it as he spoke, leaving her annoyed and fuming).

For a confidence boost, she had a few shots; that was supposed to have been it, but her nerves convinced her into drinking several cups of jungle juice. Then, to finish it up, Ashido gave her a tiny bite of an edible, further loosening her shoulders and softening her red cheeks. She had a nice pep talk with Tsu, and she even had a game-planning moment with Kaminari—but, when it was time to put the plan into motion, she choked.

She had grabbed Deku’s arm, said his first name with too many z’s, and slurred out that she loved his new haircut and that she was so proud of his muscles—and then she passed out.

It was in his arms at least.

His face had been beet red when he had caught her, the last thing she recalled, and she would’ve thought it was a good sign had she not known how easy it was for him to turn any shade of red. Uraraka had once seen his ears flush deeply when a fan had simply asked for an autograph, but that was part of why she liked him so much—Deku was humble and sincere; he was both good and great all at once.

Hours later, Uraraka groaned; her consciousness slowly flickered awake, pushing back against the siren call of sleep and the pleasant haze of alcohol. Her cheek was pressed into the couch cushion, a little wet from where she had been open-mouthed drooling. She wiped at her face, but the alcohol made it difficult to gauge distance and power, and she ended up smacking herself harshly in the chin.

Suddenly, there was a warmth: a hand gently tucked her traitorous arm back into her side and shifted a blanket up to her shoulders. She was quickly encompassed by the familiar scent of detergent and vanilla—the familiar scent of the boy she adored and the man she could love (could love because she was too scared to think that she was already that far gone).

Uraraka forced her eyes open against the weight of the night, deciding, in her still foggy mind, that his lingering fragrance was a sign from the universe that her chance was still within her grasp. As her eyes focused against the dim light of the few lamps still softly lit in the apartment, she could hear the scattered snores and delicate breathing of the remaining guests.

She heard Deku move again. In the corner of her blurry eyes, she saw him draping a brown blanket over Tsu. When Uraraka tried to shift her head, the room began to spin. This was her moment, though, she thought heatedly. Tonight was supposed to be her night. He was right there. She could get his attention and then—she didn’t know if she would tell him everything all at once, but whatever she’d end up saying would be better than how she had been living the past several years.

But as soon as she had made up her mind, she heard Deku speak softly—“Yeah, they’re all passed out.”

The words died in her throat as she suddenly found herself embarrassed and unsure. She didn’t know why the feeling of being rattled washed over her sp abruptly. If he was talking to someone in the apartment, she shouldn’t feel concerned, but… There was something in his voice—a lilt or a tone that she couldn’t quite explain, that she hadn’t heard before.

“Ah, Ochako, Tsu, and Aoyama are in the living room, Mina and Yaoyorozu are in the guest bed, and Kaminari and Sero are in my bed—I think Mineta is still in the bathroom cuddling the tequila bottle Kirishima brought.”

She heard a distorted snort, a muffled laugh buzzing through a phone. The volume was loud enough that she could make out the words; she just needed to push through the haze of sleep and alcohol, and focus.

“Sounds like it was a good time.”

She could hear the voice—your voice—but she only vaguely recognized it. She couldn’t pull up a face in her mind, but she knew you were familiar, as though you had been introduced to her in passing and she hadn’t paid enough attention—and for some reason, there was something about that realization that unnerved her.

Deku chuckled quietly. “It was.”

“Did Katsuki come through?”

Uraraka stilled. You were on a first name basis with Bakugou?

No, maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that meant you were something to Bakugou and not to Deku.

—But wouldn’t that mean you’d be calling Bakugou? Why would you be calling Deku?

“Yes,” Deku responded, moving slowly about the room with what sounded like a trash bag now. “Kacchan actually brought a really nice gift, but he and Kirishima left after thirty minutes ‘cause they had patrol.”

“Ooh, what did he get you?”

“He got me a, uh, vicuña blanket?”

“Oh, that’s good shit. That’s expensive, you know.”

“You know what it is?” he asked in awed shock, dropping his voice when Aoyama rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something in French. “I had to Google it—I didn’t even know how to spell it…”

The conversation seemed casual enough, Uraraka reassured herself. If you weren’t somehow connected to Bakugou (and, thus, to Deku by association), then perhaps you were an old friend. He could’ve met you post-graduation, during the time when everyone had temporarily disbanded as they tried to find their footing in the world of Pros. That could explain why she didn’t truly know you. Though it was a plausible theory, it still didn’t sit well in her stomach.

“How is it on your side?” he asked.

“It’s hot and bright as hell.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It sucks.”

“I’m sure there are some good parts that you’re overlooking,” he said.

Plain, simple, and uncomplicated. Yes, Uraraka thought. If Deku sounded tender, it was because he was kindhearted. There was no need to read so deeply into this.

She tried to relax, force her mind to fall back into the darkness that had been calling to her moments before. She felt ashamed for eavesdropping for so long, like an invasive, lovelorn schoolgirl. It wasn’t any of her business—but it (thankfully) sounded like a casual conversation. So, it was fine. She could try again in the morning before everyone else awoke. She’d just go back to sleep for now.

That was what she had thought anyways, but even as Uraraka tried to slip back into sleep, she found her brain was wired.

It just—this didn’t feel right.

It was surely past midnight—way past midnight—and Deku was up talking to you while he cleaned up after his friends. And even though it wasn’t a conversation that she was a part of, it still felt so…it felt more than private. It felt personal. Intimate. As if she was listening in on something that Deku was cupping secretly in his hands.

Deku dropped the bag in the trashcan, but she didn’t hear him move or speak afterwards.

It was quiet. He was generally very talkative, so for him to not say anything, perhaps it meant this was special. How much was being said in that silence? How much of it she didn’t understand? Wasn’t privileged to? Her chest hurt, as if her body knew what she wouldn’t yet admit.

Finally, she heard him ask, “How much longer will you be there?”

“You ask this every night.”

“It changes every night.”

“Barely.”

“…It gets closer every night.” His voice was soft. Tender. Full of the longing she dreamt of, the same longing in her own voice.

You responded with an amused chuckle. She could hear the affection even through the distortion of the phone.

It was quiet again. Uraraka held her breath.

“I miss you.”

He said it gently.

He said it desperately, desperate like the aching in her chest.

“It’ll be just one more month, Izuku.”

He sighed. “One more long month.”

“Well… I sent you those pics the other day to help hold you over. You didn’t like them?”

Uraraka heard his voice catch.

“I—um…”

“Did you get off to them?”

“H-hey…!”

“Don’t be embarrassed; that’s what they’re for.” You snickered. “Send me a video next time.”

“I’m…I don’t think I can do that.”

He sounded breathless.

It was easy to make him red, easy as pinching his cheeks and congratulating him, but she wondered how hard it was to make him breathless. She wondered how easy it was for you.

She had never done it before.

“If I send you a video, you’ll have to send me one back.”

“I—um.”

You laughed again.

What did you look like, she wondered. Did your eyes have the mischievous gleam that your voice had? Were your cheeks rounder than hers? Were you taller? Kinder? Would you be laying here eavesdropping, too, or were you better than that? She chewed the inside of her cheeks, finding herself creating faces in her head and trying to match them up to what she could hear of your voice. She imagined you in different scenarios with Deku, replacing her with you in her memories, and her insecurities and nerves and sorrow had him react to you differently than he had to her, more loving and affectionate, more attentive and devoted.

She felt she had just been stabbed in the chest, and yet there she was, masochistically digging the knife deeper into her sternum.

If you were his significant other—if you were his lover—why didn’t he tell anyone? Why didn’t he tell her?

And…if he had you, where did that leave Uraraka?

“Hey, Izuku, go to the bathroom. I have an idea.”

“Mineta’s passed out in the tub.”

“The guest bathroom, then. Solutions, babe.”

Babe...? Her chest tightened. That wasn't something she could ignore.

He inhaled shakily.

Did she ever have that affect on him?

“Put me on video, Izuku. Go, go, go.”

He sighed, but he headed toward the guest bathroom, his footsteps quiet and eager. In the dim light, Uraraka strained to hear his breathlessness and your laughter until he disappeared around the corner. Then, she curled beneath the blanket and breathed in his vanilla scent, the closest she’d ever get to having him in her arms, the closest she’d ever get to having him against her chest.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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No Laughing Matter

Winter Whumperland: Day 3. Public Whump

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Summary: Ever since the Dagger Mission, hanging out with your boyfriend's teammates has been a lot of fun. Until one night when a drunken Jake takes things too far and everyone discovers that there is more to Bob than anyone anticipated.

Word Count: 1914

TW: Public Embarrassment, Punch, Drunken Comment

Make Me Forget (Part Two)

Things had been different between the squad members since the Dagger mission. The tension and slight aggression you always felt between the Naval aviators seemed to have dissipated and everyone had been getting along as if they had been old friends for years instead of new team members or rivals just a few weeks before.

It made going to the Hard Deck with Bob more enjoyable. The first few times you visited your boyfriend there, the two of you spent most of the time alone in the back corner of the bar, practically hiding from his teammates. Now, you sat in the middle of the fun, surrounded by people Bob considered friends. And they had all welcomed you with open arms despite the fact you were a civilian.

Phoenix and you had bonded instantly, much to Bob’s delight, and it eased some of your worries knowing she was the one flying with Bob. Rooster had been one of the first to try and include you with everyone else and he always seemed like such a warm presence in the group. Fanboy constantly tried in vain to stump you with random movie trivia questions while Payback laughed at his frustration every time you answered correctly. Coyote offered to teach you how to play darts but after you accidentally impaled him, it was decided that maybe darts wasn’t for you.

And then there was Jake. For some reason, you just had trouble calling the man Hangman but he didn’t mind. He said he loved the sound of his name on your tongue. And that was part of the problem. Jake liked to flirt with you. A lot. It was all harmless and you never took it too seriously, but sometimes you did catch a certain look in his eye that made you think that maybe it wasn’t all that harmless after all. Not that his little pet names for you or his jokes about being in the wings if you ever changed your mind about Bob bothered you, but sometimes you wondered how serious he really was.

Though when at the Hard Deck, he was usually too preoccupied with other women to pay you much mind. When he returned from the Dagger mission, Jake did not want for attention from the female patrons. Once they heard that he had been the “savior” on the mission, rescuing two of his fellow pilots from certain death, they flocked to him like flies to honey.

None of the other aviators who were actually part of the mission really minded that all of the attention was focused on their friend instead of them. They just enjoyed watching Jake’s antics.

However, it had now been close to a month since the mission and things were changing. Jake had been playing the hero card for a while now, but it was slowly losing some of its power as the summer season at the bar began winding down and he was left with mostly the regulars to try and impress. However, there were only so many times they could hear about his rescue of Maverick and Rooster before the stares of astonishment and awe turned to eyerolls of “here we go again”.

And tonight seemed like a particularly bad night for Jake. You had noticed him trying to talk to a group of three or four women when you first walked in, though you hadn’t paid much attention. That is until about ten minutes after you sat down with Bob by the pool table, when the women all burst out laughing. All eyes in your group of friends went to Jake, whose face was a deep red as the women all turned to each other as they continued to laugh. Then you all watched as they grabbed their belongings and walked out of the bar.

Jake’s eyes shifted towards the pool table where everyone was still staring at him, and his face grew even redder. He quickly turned and stormed off to the bathroom.

None of you had been able to hear what had been said, but it was clear the women had been laughing at Jake. And when he finally exited the bathroom ten minutes later and stalked over to the group, everyone tried to pretend they hadn’t noticed anything had happened but the weird tension around the table made it clear they knew.

For the next hour, Jake sulked against the wall, downing drink after drink as everyone tried to keep their distance. Fanboy and Payback challenged Rooster and Bob to a game of pool while you and Phoenix chatted at your table, sometimes joined by Bob when someone else was taking their shot.

As Fanboy was taking his turn, you were telling Bob and Phenix an embarrassing story about something one of your coworkers had done earlier at work. As you got to the funny part, all three of you began to chuckle amongst yourselves.

“Something funny over there, Floyd?”

The group grew quiet as Jake pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps towards your table. You hadn’t seen Jake use that tone since before the mission. He had softened since then, still overly cocky and slightly arrogant, but not harsh or mean. Not like this. You exchanged a look with Phoenix which confirmed you weren’t the only one who noticed this shift in Jake’s behavior.

Bob straightened up from where he had been leaning on the table and looked at Jake. “No, we were just talking.”

“Yeah, I could hear that.” Jake’s eyes narrowed. His words seemed slightly slurred and there was no doubt he was drunk. “Seems like your girl there said something pretty funny. Care to share?”

You didn’t like being referred to as “your girl” but as you opened your mouth to say something, Bob placed his hand on your knee. His eyes were still locked on Jake, but you knew what he was trying to tell you. Stay out of this.

“Not much to share. She was just telling us something that happened at work.” Bob took a few steps towards the pool table. “I think it’s my turn.”

But as he reached for the cue that Fanboy offered him, Jake blocked him, his body only inches from Bob’s.

“You think you’re so much better than the rest of us because you have someone waiting for you when you go home at night. But don’t get too confident, she’ll wise up soon enough and move on to someone more on her level.” Jake glanced at you and winked before turning back to Bob with a smirk. “What a girl like her thinks she sees in you, I’ll never know.”

You tried to jump to your feet, but Phoenix dragged you back down. Leaning close, she muttered, “Don’t make this worse. He’s drunk and he’s embarrassed and those are not a good combination. Bob can handle himself.”

Bob took a deep breath and then said, “Listen, Bagman, I’m sorry if you can’t find someone who wants to put up with your bullshit, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak about my girlfriend or my relationship like that.”

Your heart fluttered slightly. Of course Bob would ignore the fact that all of Jake’s insults were actually aimed at him and defend you instead.

Coyote placed a hand on Jake’s arm as he tried to get his friend to step away from the situation, but Jake yanked his arm free and took a step closer to Bob. Leaning in until his face was inches from Bob’s, Jake gave him a cocky grin. “One night, Bobbo. Just one night with me is all it would take for her to forget your name.”

Rooster had silently joined your table, and it took both he and Phoenix to keep you from leaping out of your seat and storming up to Jake. Yet, as fuming mad as you were, Bob seemed just as calm as usual.

He gave Jake a small half-smile. “Good luck with that, Jake.” Then he took a few steps back, signaling the end of the conversation.

You weren’t sure what tipped Jake over the edge. Whether it was the fact that Bob hadn’t seemed even the slightest bit rattled by anything he had said or if Bob’s comment and dismissal of Jake hit some nerve. Maybe it was even the fact Bob had called him by his real name. But the next thing you knew, Jake had wound back his fist and threw a punch.

What happened next was so fast that it took you a minute to process that it had even happened. One second, Jake was swinging his arm wildly, his fist aimed directly at Bob’s head. And the next second, Bob effortlessly ducked under the incoming limb and drove his fist directly into Jake’s solar plexus. Jake’s eyes bulged as he crumpled to the ground with a loud groan.

The bar fell completely silent save for Jake’s gasps for air. Bob’s eyes flickered around the room quickly before he gave everyone a tight-lipped smile and a small nod. Then he walked back over to your table and picked up his drink, oblivious to your slack-jawed staring.

Rooster was the first one to regain his senses. “Woah, Bob! What the hell was that?”

Bob shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “I have a lot of older cousins who like to play rough. I learned a few things.” Taking one final drink from his water, he turned to you. “Are you ready to go?”

You could only manage to mutely nod before Bob took your hand. As he began to lead you out of the bar, you looked over your shoulder at Phoenix, your eyes screaming what just happened? She held up her hands in utter confusion and shrugged. Apparently, you weren’t the only one surprised by this other side of Bob.

It wasn’t until he had walked you halfway to the car that you finally snapped out of your daze. Using the fact your hands were still connected, you yanked him back into you, causing him to stumble slightly. Before he could ask what was going on, you slammed your lips against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You felt him stiffen in surprise but he soon melted against your embrace, returning your kiss with a similar intensity as his hands rest on your hips, drawing you in even closer. The two of you continued to make out in the middle of the parking lot, oblivious to the stares of the other bar patrons walking to their cars. It wasn’t until someone honked and cat-called that the spell was broken.

Pulling back, you grinned as you noticed his glasses were slightly askew. Straightening them for him, you place one more quick kiss on his lips before sliding your hand into his once more.

“What was all that about?” Bob asked breathlessly.

“Do you have any idea how hot that was in there? The way you took Jake down with just a single punch?”

Bob’s face grew a bright red as he muttered, “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“No, it was a huge deal.” Your eyes roamed over his body quickly then you began practically dragging him towards the car.

“Woah! Slow down,” Bob said as he struggled to keep up. “What’s the hurry?”

You stopped and looked over your shoulder at him. “Either we get home in the next few minutes, or I am blowing you in this parking lot.”

Part Two out now!

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No Laughing Matter

Winter Whumperland: Day 3. Public Whump

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1914

TW: Public Embarrassment, Punch, Drunken Comments

Make Me Forget (Part Two)

None of the other aviators who were actually part of the mission really minded that all of the attention was focused on their friend instead of them. They just enjoyed watching Jake’s antics.

Jake’s eyes shifted towards the pool table where everyone was still staring at him, and his face grew even redder. He quickly turned and stormed off to the bathroom.

“Something funny over there, Floyd?”

Bob straightened up from where he had been leaning on the table and looked at Jake. “No, we were just talking.”

“Not much to share. She was just telling us something that happened at work.” Bob took a few steps towards the pool table. “I think it’s my turn.”

But as he reached for the cue that Fanboy offered him, Jake blocked him, his body only inches from Bob’s.

Your heart fluttered slightly. Of course Bob would ignore the fact that all of Jake’s insults were actually aimed at him and defend you instead.

He gave Jake a small half-smile. “Good luck with that, Jake.” Then he took a few steps back, signaling the end of the conversation.

Rooster was the first one to regain his senses. “Woah, Bob! What the hell was that?”

Pulling back, you grinned as you noticed his glasses were slightly askew. Straightening them for him, you place one more quick kiss on his lips before sliding your hand into his once more.

“What was all that about?” Bob asked breathlessly.

“Do you have any idea how hot that was in there? The way you took Jake down with just a single punch?”

Bob’s face grew a bright red as he muttered, “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“No, it was a huge deal.” Your eyes roamed over his body quickly then you began practically dragging him towards the car.

“Woah! Slow down,” Bob said as he struggled to keep up. “What’s the hurry?”

You stopped and looked over your shoulder at him. “Either we get home in the next few minutes, or I am blowing you in this parking lot.”

Part Two out now!

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finally getting around to writing my fem!skk thing (i've been procrastinating this for a while since i also need to start studying) but YAY finally writing this DRUNKEN KISSES situation. tw alcohol ig? modern au btw (so no underage drinking!!)

so basically, they're childhood friends who spend all their time together. since dazai is younger, chuuya starts drinking alcohol before her, and dazai is always whining about how "it's unfair that the chibi gets to drink before me!" and chuuya just smacks her hands away from the beer cans.

so when dazai turns 18, it's a quiet celebration. the two of them are sitting on the floor of dazai's room, and it's dark with the light of the moon flitting in through the curtains. a packet of beer sits next to the two of them, and they're just huddled together under blankets, enjoying each other's warmth.

the grandfather clock downstairs chimes a total of 12 times, and the two of them are silent. after the gongs, chuuya reaches over to grab the packet of beer, easily pulling apart the plastic wrapping. she hands one over to dazai's eager hands before taking one for herself, and the silence between them is broken by the pops of the cans.

dazai gulps down the beer greedily, pulling away and cringing at the bitter aftertaste. chuuya silently laughs at her reaction, sipping her own beer.

they burn through the pack of beer quickly, and the smell of alcohol lingers in dazai's room. the sun slowly peeking over the horizon at this point, and the two of them are slightly drunk and definitely sleep deprived. chuuya crawls over onto dazai's lap, trapping her between her own body and the bed dazai is leaning against. their face inch closer, and their eyes turn half lidded.

their lips press against each other, and dazai can taste the bitterness of the beer still on chuuya's lips. they pull away, smiling at each other as the room is cast with the glow of the morning sun.

"happy birthday, you damn mackerel."

#lei writes! ଘ(|li.‸.)#it's not actually dazai's bday post kind of thing (i wrote on for his bday alr this yr)#but i've been fantasising abt this scenario for so long cuz i want it to happen to me (delulu)#NO PLZ I'M SO GAY FOR THEM AJKSHDAJKDH #no cuz drunken kisses on ur bday after u get tipsy from drinking alcohol??! sign me up #no fr me and who when :( looking for fyodor kinnies out there who would do this w me in like 4 yrs when i actually turn 18 #bungou stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #fem soukoku #skk #fem skk #dazai #chuuya #fem dazai #fem chuuya #tw alcohol

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@unitcd

Gina's roommates have been counting down the days until her 21st birthday. They've got a list of the best bars near school to take her to. Because Gina has never been the type of girl who drinks at parties underage. She's been a DD and she's been the one who keeps her wits about her. So her friends have just been waiting for this day. A day where they can return the favor. And they've really pulled out all the stops. Orchestrating a surprise for her in the form of her boyfriend.

She's dressed up, full glam, and she feels more antsy than someone should on their birthday. Because she's not sure how tonight's gonna go. If she's gonna like it or like the taste of alcohol at all. And she really doesn't want to spend the morning with her head in the toilet tomorrow. The sight of her boyfriend outside their dorm building is enough to make the night feel like it's off to a much better start. She hasn't seen him since the summer. The last few weeks before September. And it's felt like far too long.

And maybe she's a little more inclined to let loose because she knows Ricky will be there to take care of her. He'll keep her safe and keep an eye out. Although she might take that a little too far.

She slides into the booth next to Ricky. She's already a few drinks deep. A few very strong drinks. Drinks that her friends ordered for her, insisting that they don't taste like alcohol. And they were right. It was just like juice, kinda, and Gina liked those drinks. So she's a little floaty as she sits down next to him.

She looks at him, studying him like she's trying to figure out where she knows him from. "You kinda look like my boyfriend." She says, pouting slightly as she looks at him. But that doesn't track because her boyfriend is on the other side of the country. It's probably just wishful thinking on her part. It probably has to do with the flights she's been checking out as of late.

"But he's at school." She complains. Her voice a little whiny, yet still fond. "I haven't seen him in so long. I'm gonna surprise him for Valentine's though." She says, her smile growing. A happy twinkle in her eye as thinks about it.

This boy seems amused by her. Watching her with that look that Ricky usually has for her. God, she misses Ricky.

#unitcd #you're not a maybe. you're a yes. (verse 01 feat unitcd)#tw: alcohol #tw: drunkenness

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puissantveil · 3 months

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CW: thinly veiled sex and drunkenness, shady religious practices

So the newest Cult of the Lamb update is called Sins of the Flesh, and the announcement for it has little naked cartoon animals innocently and happily dancing, not hurting a single person.

I thought "if a nice naked community dance is sinful, I'd hate to see what they consider virtuous"

But good lord, naked dancing was the least of it. My thoughts:

Not really into the idea of "farming" sin from my followers and intentionally exploiting them. I liked the idea of my cult being a semi-wholesome refuge for the hungry, sick, and lost.

It was a choice to make the Sin icon look like a sperm cell.

The "Rite of Lust" is nothing short of joy on a screen. Flowers, everyone's laughing and giggling without a care in the world, and my raccoon Annabre made the cutest May Queen with her flower crown.

I love how all the animals have little nipples, even the frogs and ducks.