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poohsources · 1 year

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🐝 * ― 𝑪𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑳 𝑸��𝑰𝒁. ( send one or multiple of these to learn a little more about my muse(s). )

[ mai tai ] if they could have any superpower in the world, what would they choose? [ white russian ] what would they do if they won the lottery? [ grasshopper ] what / who would they dress up as for halloween? [ tequila sunrise ] how would they spend their perfect day? [ californication ] what do they think is their greatest achievement in life? [ caipirinha ] if they could change one thing about themself, what would it be? [ painkiller ] what is their greatest regret? [ moscow mule ] if they could travel through time, where would they go? [ dry martini ] what is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to them? [ tom collins ] which living person would they most want to meet? [ greyhound ] if they could have a dinner with just one person ( dead or alive ) who would they choose? [ planter's punch ] how long does it take to befriend them? [ sangria ] do they have any special routines they follow every single day? if yes, which? [ whiskey sour ] what is the biggest lie they ever told someone? [ zombie ] do they believe in life after death? [ margarita ] what are their biggest pet peeves? [ mojito ] what is one goal they are working towards? [ appletini ] who do they consider the most important person in their life? why? [ cosmopolitan ] what is their happiest memory ever? [ gin tonic ] who influenced them the most? [ bloody mary ] what would they do if they only had one week left to live? [ manhattan ] where would they like to travel the most? [ old fashioned ] what would their adult self tell their kid self if they could go back in time? [ blue lagoon ] how do they typically react when faced with something they fear? [ sidecar ] what type of person are they most likely drawn to? [ negroni ] what is one piece of advice they would give others? [ hurricane ] which song describes them the most? why? [ sex on the beach ] what do they consider red flags in a relationship? [ mimosa ] which incident shaped them the most? [ long island iced tea ] if they had the chance to redo their life, what would they do differently the second time around? [ mint julep ] which was their dream job as a kid? [ singapore sling ] how do they react to disappointments? [ alexander ] what would they do with one million dollars / euros / pounds / whatever currency they use? [ screwdriver ] which habit do they wish they could get rid of? [ gin fizz ] do they consider a glass half-full or half-empty? [ aperol spritz ] which is one thing they still think about a lot? [ piña colada ] how do they show affection? [ swimming pool ] what is the most important lesson they've learned in recent years? [ b52 ] how would they describe themselves in as few words as possible? [ daiquiri ] do they believe in true love? why or why not?

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #character meme #rph #type: meme #alcohol tw #( just in case )#( this may or may not have been inspired by me drinking too much wine and long island iced tea )#( so apologies for potential mistakes )

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shmaptainwrites · 2 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — James Wilson x Reader (no pronouns used)

SUMMARY — James comes home just in time to help with dinner

WARNINGS — one almost dirty joke

NOTE — This is a request from the winner of my fic lottery @anayame The concept was so cute to write and I hope you like it!

Middle picture credit goes to @shots-of-wilson-and-whiskey

It had been a while since James could confidently say he had come home to the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. The sound of onions sizzling and sauces bubbling was like a fanfare welcoming and inviting him into the space.

“Hey, you got back home just in time,” he heard your voice call from the kitchen. “I need an extra pair of hands, get in here.”

“Normally when people say that it means the food is already finished cooking,” James teased, after having taken off his shoes and rolled up his sleeves so that you could put him to work.

“And let you miss out on this fun?” you scoffed. “No way.”

“Where do you need me?” he asked, coming to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Cause I’m more than happy to just keep doing this.”

“Ease up, lover boy,” you chuckled. “Steak needs searing and I know how particular you get about your perfect medium.”

“Steak, are we celebrating?” he asked.

“Yes, the fact that you made it home on time for dinner,” you looked over at him to gauge his reaction and he couldn’t fight back a smile and shook his head.

“How was work?” he asked, side-stepping your comment.

“My arch-nemesis is an eight-year-old named Justin, how do you think work went?” you asked and James laughed at your response. “I’m kidding, it was alright, Justin has a cold so he wasn’t in class today.”

“I’m excited to come in for career day and meet all these eight-year-olds that occupy every story you tell,” he said. “Who knows, maybe Justin will like me.”

“I doubt it, he only likes his friend Asante and even then sometimes Asante still gets caught up in his whirlwind. Kind of like you and House actually.”

“I do not get caught up in his whirlwind,” James looked at you, offended, and you looked over at him to ask if he was serious.

“You lied to the police for him, you most definitely got caught up in it.”

James opened his mouth for a rebuttal, but shut it seeing as you had made a very valid point.

“How was your day at work?” you asked. “Did Cuddy finally approve that expansion for the playroom?”

“Not quite yet, but I think I’m almost there. Maybe if I throw House under the bus when he goes behind her back that’ll sweeten the deal,” he thought to himself.

“But at what cost, House is gonna fight back and you’re gonna regret every decision you ever made.”

James weighed his options before giving up and saying he’d decide what to do about it later.

You moved over to the stove where James was to pour some pureed tomatoes into the onions frying on the stove to make a sauce to go on the side with the vegetables and the steak. What you didn’t realize is that James, in his haste to turn down the heat on the stove, would knock the spoon out of your hand, making it fall in the dish and making the tomatoes splatter all over your shirt.

“Oh my God,” James’ eyes went wide, seeing the splotch on your shirt. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should have known having you in the kitchen would only result in disaster,” you teased, not at all upset by the mess. “It’s nothing a little TLC can’t take care of.”

“Can I make it up to you?” James asked. “I know how much you liked that shirt.”

You used your finger to scoop off some of the pureed tomato off your shirt and place it on his nose.

“I don’t know, can you?” you asked with raised brows.

James wiped the sauce off his nose before grabbing your sleeves and giving you a signal with his eyes for you to slip your arms out of them before he helped pull the shirt off your head without contaminating anything else, leaving you in a thin tank top.

“I think you’re just making it up to yourself,” you laughed, looking down at what you were wearing.

“If I were making it up to myself, I would have done this,” he took the spoon out of the tomato sauce and flicked it at you, now getting your undershirt dirty. “Oops.”

“Oh, you’re so going to pay for that,” you shook your head and just to spite him you kept the tank top on even though it was dirty.

By then the butter in James’ pan had melted and was beginning to bubble so he turned his attention back to the stove so that he could begin searing the steak. You cooked in tandem for a while, and once the steak was cooked James stole a few kisses from you, apologizing again for your shirt and you assured him he could take it off later if he really wanted to.

“Do you want me to set the table?” James asked, after washing his hands and having set the steak off to the side.

“That would be nice, it could be like a little home date,” you smiled while putting some potatoes in the oven to cook.

You watched as James dug around the cupboards for a tablecloth and candles, carefully setting everything up on the dining room table so that it was just right.

Slowly, one by one, the dishes made their way onto the table as they were ready and when everything was set up you looked down at yourself and wondered if maybe you were a bit underdressed.

“Maybe I should change into something a little nicer,” you said while James lit the candles on the table.

“Change, what for?”

“I’ve got tomato all over my shirt, James. I thought that one was pretty obvious.”

“No, I mean this is a home date, isn’t the whole point that it can be as messy as we want it to be?” he asked. “I mean, I don’t have to wear this tie,” he pointed to it as he came closer to you, prompting you to take it between your fingers and feel the fabric before helping him untie it and throw it off to the side.

You unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and for good measure he took a spoon of the sauce and poured it on his shirt.

“There, we match.”

“And need to do a load of laundry after this,” you chuckled and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. “I love you, and I love cooking with you.”

“Me too, to both of those things,” James agreed and you grinned before turning him around and pushing him in the direction of his seat, insisting that you were starving and needed to eat. “So, I was thinking,” James started while serving you some sides.

“Oh, that’s dangerous.”

“I was thinking,” he repeated. “Our anniversary is coming up. Do you want to do something special?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment. “We could both take a sick day,” you suggested. “Or a few, go up to Connecticut, rent a cabin.”

“Cook all day,” James teased and you smiled. “I think that sounds like a great plan. We’ve always talked about doing something like that haven’t we?”

“Yeah, it just…I don’t know, never seemed like the right time.”

“You sure you won’t miss your kiddos too much?” he asked.

“As much as I love them, a few days just the two of us is too enticing to pass up,” you sipped your drink.

Eating dinner was not nearly as fun as cooking it together, but you both made do with what you could and James stories were nothing short of interesting especially when they included House and his team.

“Alright, I think I’m stuffed now,” you leaned back in your seat. “But we should clean this up before I go into a food coma.”

“I wash, you rinse?” James asked.

“We have a dishwasher, James,” you chuckled.

“I know, I just thought you might want to spend more time, but I know when my company isn’t wanted,” he feigned offence.

“Awe, that’s actually really sweet,” you let out a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll suffer through dishwashing for you, Wilson.”

“Just for that, you’re washing and I’m rinsing,” he gave you a look and you conceded, standing up from the table and clearing the leftovers before getting started on what was in the sink.

“James, be careful with that, you’re accidentally spraying water all over me,” you nudged him with your hip.

“Oh sorry I meant to actually spray water all over you,” he turned the moveable faucet in your direction and you gasped when the water hit your shirt. “I mean you did say we needed to do laundry.”

“Is this why you wanted to wash dishes? To get me wet?-I heard it James don’t you dare make a comment,” you immediately amended and he fought back a chuckle.

“I love you,” he smiled again and you wished he would wipe that stupid grin off of his face because it made it really hard to be annoyed with him.

“You think you can just say I love you and it’s gonna make it all better?” you asked. “Cause you’re right, it is,” you grabbed his face with your soapy hands and pressed a kiss to his lips, sandwiched between smiles and chuckles.

To say you both looked ridiculous by the end was an understatement, but James couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun at dinner and it became very clear that maybe he needed to come home a little early more often.

TAGLIST —

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#james wilson #james wilson x reader #house md #house md x reader #house md fanfiction #james wilson fanfiction #james wilson fanfic #dr wilson x reader #dr wilson x you #james wilson x you #james wilson fic #dr wilson fanfiction #hate crimes md

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hearteyesforjoel · 7 months

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Old Man

okay okay, we’re FINALLY here, it’s finally done. i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for forever, it’s based on a dream i actually had, go figure lol. enjoy, first fic i’ve written in literal years <3

word count: 1280

jackson!joel x reader

warnings: tbh not much, a creep, heavy kissing, cheeky joel.

Content. If there was one word to describe how you felt at the moment, it would be just that. The radio playing some old country song you couldn’t be bothered with to remember playing softly in the background, not overpowered by the light chatter of the Jackson patrons. It was a quiet night for the Tipsy Bison. It had been a pretty uneventful day of patrol, the only thing keeping you going from lookout to lookout being the promise Joel made that morning before you both left the gated community.

“Sweetheart, we gotta get going for the day”, his voice still raspy with sleep as you both enjoy the comfort and warmth provided by the fluffy duvet. Your head rising and falling on his chest with each breath he took. Through the curtains you could see a peak of sunlight, taunting you to start your day.

You pout slightly, “But I love seeing you like this; so relaxed and cozy. Maybe Tommy can find someone to fill in for us? I know, tell him we came down with a cold?”

He snorted, “Yeah right. The last time we used that excuse, he saw all of those lovely marks you left on me.” Joel smirks as he recalls the memory.

“Well, I’ll just have to hide those marks this time around”, you say as you grin up at him, sliding your hand up his neck and to his scalp, pulling on his hair lightly.

Joel groans, a devilish look flashes in his eyes as he tightens his grip around you. He hums, “How about I make you a deal? If you can behave yourself today during patrol, I’ll take you out tonight. How’s that sound darlin’?”

You raise your eyebrows, “Joel Miller wants a night out on the town with me? Feel like I just won the lottery”, you tease with a smile.

Joel grins a shit-eating grin and pulls you closer. “Don’t push your luck sweetheart”, he says as he places small pecks from your temple to your neck, nibbling along the way.

You’d gotten to the bar before Joel, he mentioned having to stop by Tommy’s. Something about a new area of Wyoming to patrol. You honestly weren’t listening to the details, too excited for the night to come. You hum along to the old country song playing in the background, sipping on a glass of whiskey. The burn providing a warm comfort to the cool breeze from the fall air outside.

“Hey, what are you doing here all alone?”, you heard a familiar voice from behind you as you sat at the bar. When you turn to look over your shoulder, you saw that the voice came from one of the stable hands. Jake? James? Maybe Jason?

“Oh, no, I’m just waiting for someone”, you said with a small, polite smile. If you’re being honest, the guy always gave you weird vibes. Sometimes as you would leave for patrol on your horse, you could feel a lingering stare, leaving the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention.

As you focused your attention back to your glass, you saw the barstool next you pull out, your pest of the night sitting down next you at the bar.

“Well in that case, I’ll just keep you company until then”, he smirked, looking you up down. There it is, that familiar uncomfortable feeling.

“Ah, no, that’s okay. He should be here any minute, I’ll be fine to wait alone”, you say as you pick at your cuticles, hoping he’ll take the hint. He laughs, resting his arm on the back of your stool.

“Some friend he is. Really, let me get you a drink, sweetheart”, he says, the term of endearment sounding bitter coming out of his mouth.

Before Jake? James? Maybe Jason, can say anything else, you feel a familiar hand rest against waist. “Should I throw your ass out of this bar or do you want to walk out on your own? Think carefully”, Joel nearly snarls as he puts himself between you and the once confident, now tense man.

He raises his hands in surrender, “Hey, man, I didn’t mean any trouble. I’m just, I’m just gonna…”, he slides off the barstool and quickly leaves, tail between his legs.

Joel turns to you, concern all over his face, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”, he quickly scans your form. His big, brown eyes fully of worry.

You grab his bicep, pulling him closer to you. His familiar scent putting you at ease. “I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re finally here”, you say as smile, happy to finally have a relaxing night with the love of your life. Neither of you have had a night to yourselves, usually spending your nights enjoying dinners with Tommy and Maria, movie nights with Ellie. It’s not that you don’t enjoy the company of your family, but sometimes you just want Joel all to yourself.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Tommy found an abandoned town a few miles out, thinks there could be supplies worth the trip. We’re gonna head out first thing in the mornin’, there’s an old clinic we need to check out. Could be medicine there.”

You sigh, knowing you’ll both have to cut the night short. Defeated, you stand up from your barstool, grabbing his bicep to lead Joel out of the quaint bar. “Well, come on old man, you need your beauty sleep if you want to get up bright and early”, you tease him, sliding your hand to the back pocket of his jeans.

Slowing down his stride, Joel stares into your eyes. His once soft brown eyes, now dark, a devious glint in his eyes. Without hesitation, he grabs your arm and pulls you to the side of the bar, away from any prying eyes. His actions surprising you.

You inhale sharply, your whole body heating up from just the simple touch on your arm. “Joel? Joel, what are you doing?”.

He quickly pins you against the brick wall behind you, caging you in between his arms. Joel leans in, his lips grazing your neck, his warm breath bringing chills to your skin. You’re breathing heavily at this point, your insides practically begging for him to do something, anything to alleviate the burning desire within you. Joel begins to coast his lips up from your neck, your jaw, and finally hovering over your own. With heavy eyes, you both stare into one another’s eyes, waiting for the other to break.

You can’t take it anymore. Finally, you give in and roughly bring your lips together, his chapped, yours soft. Quickly, you bring one hand to comb through his dark hair, the other to rest against the back of his neck. His own grabbing at your waist, placing one hand to your neck, just under your jaw. Softly, you whimper against him as he bites your bottom lip, allowing him to take control of the kiss, his mouth exploring your own. You sigh heavily, the hand in his hair pulling on his roots. He groans, pulling away from the kiss, both of you gasping for air.

“Where did that come from?”, you whisper, slightly out of breath.

Joel smirks, eyes still heavy and burning with want, “You wanna call me an old man, sweetheart? Let me show you what this old man can do“. He grips your hand, pulling you back onto the street, beginning the short walk back to your shared home.

There it is, that fiery desire that only Joel can ignite.

Yeah, you were in for a long night. Maybe you’ll tell Tommy you both caught a cold?

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if you read all the way through this, i love you.

thank you so much for reading, i definitely need to keep writing, ya know, leveling up my skills.

prompts and requests are always open and welcome! xx

#omg i did it #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller #jackson!joel #the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #pedro pascal #writing #my writings #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction

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theodorecanaryhood · 4 months

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New Years Eve

A New Year one shot.

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Jason held your hand tightly in his as you walked through the streets.

Jason wouldn’t normally allow you out so late in this city, being protective and all, but he was happy that you were with him.

‘Not too long’ Jason smiled as he saw the street leading to Roy’s house.

You opted for an Uber as neither of you would be sober to drive home after. However, Jason being a romantic thought better to have a slow walk.

Only 25 minutes from where the two of you live, so it was ok. Jason just felt so happy to have your hand in his. Feeling like he’s won the lottery every time you kiss, or touch him in any way.

‘Hey Roy’ you called out as you approached the house, Roy ran over to the two of you.

Giving you both a big hug, seemingly already had a few drinks by now.

Roy’s new house was great and well built, the decor was freshly done before the holidays. The smell of fresh paint and the lighting seeming clean.

‘Let’s have some drinks’ Roy cheered as he poured you both your typical poison.

You simply stuck with the Gin, Jason the Whiskey and Roy the beer.

This night 4 years ago, you were at Roy’s house and you were introduced to his best friend Jason. The two of you had drinks together.

Seemed like a meet-cute as you found you’d got an instant attraction to Jason, him obviously feeling the same.

You took a jump and chose to kiss Jason at midnight.

That seemed a lifetime ago, and now here you are. Once again waiting for the big moment of 00:00, when a year ends and a new one comes.

‘I love you so much’ Jason says as he grabs your face in his large hands and plants a wet kiss on your lips.

‘I love you too, is that the drinks or you talking?’ You chuckle.

Jason pulls a fake offended face, as you begin to laugh. Jason wraps you in a hug as he kisses you again.

‘I never let drink or people talk for me’ he says as his breath gives off the smell of his drinks.

You started to feel lightheaded as you notice the buzzed feeling you get, more shots are served and Roy has his music playing so loud.

You all listen to the songs playing when Jason takes your hand in his.

‘I love this song, dance with me baby’ Jason pulls you up on your feet.

Jason places his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

You didn’t even pay attention to the song that was playing, you just paid attention to Jason’s hands on you.

‘5 minutes till midnight’ Roy called out, you not even noticing the time going.

You poured another drink for you and Jason, Jason who was now smoking outside.

The last five minutes of the year flew by as you watched Roy let off all the fireworks, Jason pulled you in for a deep kiss.

‘Happy New Year sweetness’ Jason smiled, kissing you again.

‘Happy New Year’ you smiled back, watching as Jason took another drag of his smoke.

You partied hard for the remainder of what you could remember, somewhere around 3am or so, you figured probably best to sleep.

No Ubers or anything would be quick to pick up due to the night. So you both opted to sleep at Roy’s.

Jason held you in his arms for the rest of the night, his large form burying you. You needed no blankets with Jason next to you.

You smiled as you drifted off into sleep, smiling knowing you had yet another year with Jason. Your love.

Happy New Year everyone!

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood x male reader #jason todd x male reader #roy harper x male reader #roy harper x reader #arsenal x male reader

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lunememes · 1 year

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🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ( a series of question from 'the voting game' card game for multimuse blogs. bonus points if you answer the questions with your original characters! )

who is currently reading a self-help book?

who has a secret crush on someone?

who has gone to church drunk?

who dances like no one is watching when everyone is watching?

who has parents that know the least about their current lifestyle?

whose moral compass is broken beyond repair?

who would look the best as the opposite gender?

who is proud of the number of people they've slept with?

who has dated more than one person at the same time?

who is friends with someone that they would rather be dating?

who drinks whiskey in their coffee at work?

who gives the most awkward hugs?

who could talk their way out of a hostage situation?

who would survive the longest in a zombie apocalypse?

who could convince you that the world is flat?

whose life would win best picture if it was turned into a film?

who would be the best partner for trivia night?

who would get into a fight with an elderly person and lose?

who has found 'the one' more than once?

who is secretly from the future?

whose funeral would be attended by the most people?

who is first in line for hell?

who would be the most ashamed of their porn search history?

who would be your one phone call if you got arrested?

who would be the most upset if all of their possessions were lost in a fire?

who doesn't act their age?

who spends the most time thinking about their ex?

who claims they could quit their bad habits immediately, if only they wanted to?

who has binge watched an entire season of a tv show without leaving the house?

who will yell at you for not sorting out your recycling?

who is the most frequently awake at 4am?

who is the most submissive?

who drops someone in a trust fall on purpose?

who has most recently wiped with something other than toilet paper?

whose favourite day of the week is monday?

who is hung over the next day after having two beers?

who is secretly a superhero?

who will argue with anyone about anything?

who has accidentally sent a dirty text to the wrong person?

who can fall asleep pretty much anywhere?

who hits snooze on their alarm clock at least 5 times before getting out of bed?

who is obviously an only child?

who has read the bible cover to cover?

who would put pot brownies out at a church bake sale?

who has the least amount of respect for authority?

who would win the lottery but lose the ticket?

who always gets 2nd place?

who could charm the pants off something that doesn't even have pants?

who has been to more bars than restaurants?

who would show up at your doorstep unannounced?

who has the most complicated order at starbucks?

who is stuck on an island because they have burned all their bridges?

who is so unpredictable even they don't know what's next?

who would be the first person to stand up for someone that is being picked on?

who truly is one in 7 billion?

who has played twister naked?

who would be the last person alive?

who would be the best double agent?

who will wait the longest until they have sex again?

who picks truth over dare?

who has gotten a massage with a happy ending?

whose google search history would be the most interesting?

who has a secret crush on someone in their friend group?

who has contributed to bathroom stall graffiti?

who gets kicked off the stage singing karaoke?

whose standards dropped the most after a few drinks?

who would try to talk down the price of girl scout cookies?

who would have the hardest time talking their way out of an insane asylum?

who regularly dreams about someone else in their friend group?

who was the oldest when they last sat on the lap of a mall santa?

who has the hardest time saying goodbye?

who has fallen in love at first sight?

whose first word was "no"?

#question memes #rp meme #rp memes #prompt meme #prompt memes #oc memes #question meme

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jadcnlapointe · 1 year

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badger & boar pub ! ( open for — @nottinghillstarters )

one beer, two beer, shot… already striker’s eyes were subject to double-vision, a phenomenon near impossible to navigate thanks to his left pupil’s tendency to wander on its own accord. the magic of his evening? not one drink had been paid for out of pocket. half-guzzled pint glasses had been swiped from abandoned tables, the dregs of downed shots poured to the back of his throat, the odd sip of whiskey from a bottleneck swiped from behind the bar. over the years of empty pockets and a hankering for booze the oldest cannon had invented genius ways of getting hammered for nothing more than a flutter of his eyelids.

with a nudge, the male gestured to a glittering bottle of vodka, gold flecks nestled at the bottom of the glass, sitting pretty beyond the counter. those drinks were reserved for the christmas celebrations, the birthday drinks, the post-lottery wins; surely they could never afford even so much as a whiff. “dare you to grab that pretty lil’ thing up there,“ his voice was a gravelly whisper, loud enough just so his counterpart could hear over the hubbub, “i suddenly got a hankerin’ for the yellow stuff.“

#nottinghillstart #alcohol tw #also pls dont worry about matching length i just got excited

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nonexistent-introvert · 1 year

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One Drink (Paper stars 8)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: all the usual stuff, hangovers, alcohol mentions,

A/N: Short chapter, i feel like im shadowbanned but whatever

Paper stars masterlist

The consequences of Joel’s actions hit him like a bucket of cold water. He massaged his temples as he sat up from the couch where he had crashed onto the night before. The smell of alcohol clouded his senses and made his head spin more. Joel reached for his phone, letting out a sigh before he plugged his phone into the charger on the counter. Joel stumbled ever so slightly to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of water. He opened the cupboard and closed his eyes to try to focus on something else other than the pounding pain in his head. That’s when he caught sight of the post-it note stuck onto the cupboard.

“Off to school. Just a heads up, we ran out of ibuprofen.” a note from Sarah.

He was just down on his luck to have ran out of ibuprofen today.

Joel emerged from the shower, feeling slightly more refreshed than before but still sluggish. He leaned over the counter, picking up his phone. Joel flinched at the sight of the notifications that flooded his screen.

“You crashed pretty hard huh?”

“Took the day off you for you, seems like you need it.”

Tommy. The rest of the messages were from you.

Messages that made him sit down, messages that weighed heavily on his conscience.

“Where are you?”

“You’re so buying dinner, you’re 15 minutes late.”

“Joel, I’m getting worried.”

“Did something happen?”

“The restaurant’s closing. I’ll head home first.”

The multitude of missed calls from you too. He ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at the thought of you sitting at the restaurant by yourself. He didn’t mean to stand you up, it was just supposed to be one drink.

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“Tommy, I gotta go somewhere.” Joel brushed his brother’s invitation off. Tommy rolled his eyes, “It’s not a blind date.” Joel grunted, “Please, just one drink. And I’ll let you off.” Tommy pleaded. “Another day Tommy.” Joel stuffed the documents into his bag. “Come on, I promise you can go by 8” Joel stared at Tommy. “One drink.” Tommy grinned triumphantly, swinging his arm around Joel as he led him out.

One drink, Joel thought to himself as he ordered his usual whiskey on the rocks. Tommy was awfully cheery today, his eyes darting to the entrance every so often. Joel noticed of course, but he had learned over the years to mind his own business when it comes to what Tommy was up to. If this was another scheme of Tommy’s to get him a partner he might just burst a vessel right then and there. “My treat, drink till you're full brother.” Tommy stated confidently. Joel raised his eyebrows skeptically at him, “Did you win the lottery or something?” Tommy smiled, “Something along those lines.” Joel swirled the whiskey in his hands, “Great, you can start with paying more for the rent for the office.” Tommy hummed, Joel was sure he hadn’t heard what he had just said and merely agreed, if he knew he would probably be whining like the younger brother he always was. Joel’s thoughts eventually drifted to you, he fumbled with the necklace around his neck. He looked down at his outfit that he had changed into after work. He had made reservations at a restaurant and had bought a bouquet of flowers that he was due to collect in a few minutes time. Joel was going to do what he didn’t get to do in the last decade, he was going to make his feelings for you known. As soon as that thought left him, he chuckled to himself, taking a sip of his whiskey. He was a man turning 30, a single father, his health was declining and he wasn’t even confident enough to call himself financially stable. Not to mention, it had only been months since Tommy and he decided to leave the small carpentry company he had worked in, his first job, to start their own carpentry company. The business was slow and their projects were time-consuming he had no choice but to pull long nights due to the lack of manpower. This date with you, it sounded terrible now. Who in their right mind would choose someone like him? You are smart, have a job that pays well, and a series of opportunities awaiting you. A future that no doubt is brighter than his.

Joel did what he did best then, overthinking. A habit that he had picked up and hated with all his heart. Sure, that habit made him more rational and probably helped him make more good decisions than bad but he sometimes wished he was as impulsive as he was when he was younger. When he could do something without going too much into the specifics of the consequences. He downed the whiskey, drowning those thoughts away. Was he being selfish?

Joel raised his empty glass to Tommy. His index finger raised to remind his brother of the promise of one drink. Tommy’s eyes widened, taking the glass from him as he gestured for the bartender to fill it up again. “Please. I swear it’ll be worth it.” Tommy pleaded, giving Joel a look that reminded Joel of a younger version of Tommy. It was the same look that he had used to dazzle and charm multiple women into doing favors for him and also the same look he had given to his own mother when he was a child, begging for a toy in a toy shop. Joel hated that he had a small and tiny soft spot in him for Tommy’s stupid look, he really should be immune to that by now. Joel sighed, taking the glass again from Tommy. He did need the liquid courage if he wanted to go through with his plan. He glanced at the watch on his arm, hitting it when he realised it had jammed again before giving up and checking the time on his phone instead. He still had some time to spare.

Tommy was practically bouncing in his seat, he was quieter than usual. Too busy looking at the entrance for someone to busy himself with a conversation with his brother. Unfortunately for Joel, today was one of the days Joel wished he would distract him with a conversation and not leave Joel to his own devices. Joel couldn’t shake the feeling that he was making a bad choice, what if you had to give up opportunities for him? Because he was in no place to leave right now. His thoughts went back to how you mentioned wanting to work at a studio that was located in New York. Could a long-distance relationship with his already hectic schedule even work out? Would the both of you even work out? He didn’t want to lose you again over some stupid relationship. Unknowingly, Joel had downed more than just two glasses of whiskey.

Joel debated on telling Tommy about his plans for tonight. Not wanting to be mocked by Tommy or see Tommy’s shit-eating grin Tommy’s dreams of the both of you getting together was becoming true. He wanted it to be a surprise if the plan worked out smoothly. If it didn’t and you rejected Joel, he would act like it never happened and move on, he didn’t want the words of consolation from Tommy. Upon realizing that he may just explode from the doubts that were forming in his head, he decided that maybe telling Tommy and getting advice from him who knew you better than he did would do him some good.

“Hey, you know… later I’m meeting with-” He started, words slurring slightly from feeling a little tipsy, but Tommy hopped off his seat before Joel could say anything.

Tommy came back with a woman on his arm. The woman had shoulder-length hair as she waved shyly at Joel. “Joel, my older brother. This is Maria, we have been dating for a few months now.” Tommy smiled shyly at the last part. Joel’s jaw dropped, he had never realised that his brother had found himself someone. He cleared his throat before extending his hand out. Joel should have nursed his tipsiness if he knew who was coming, he figured that being in a tipsy state was not necessarily the best first impression.

Maria is a fantastic listener. A contrast that complimented Tommy’s talkative nature. She was friendly and easygoing, she had a comforting aura that made Joel willing to open up about the worries he had for the date that already seemed to be spilling over. A keen eye noticed that Joel was nervous about something, Joel almost felt like a kid again. A kid whose mother was scanning their body language. That was how Joel found himself talking to Maria about the date, how he downed a few more glasses of whiskey, how Tommy butted in when he was practically out of his mind with another topic of conversation. The date and time just slipped his mind and soon his consciousness it seems.

When he lifted his head from the counter again. He looked around groggily. “Hey, you’re up.” Maria’s voice woke him. He smiled, sleepily wiping his eyes. “Not for long” he muttered. Maria laughed. “Tommy went to get the car. Said he will meet us out front, he was planning on helping you back because of.” She gestured at Joel’s state. Joel leaned closer, finding difficulty in hearing her because of the loud music blasting. “Sorry?” Maria repeated herself patiently, gesturing for the bartender for a cup of warm water for Joel to sober up. Joel thanked her, drinking the warm water in his hands. He didn’t even realise Maria had patted his back to better help him, or maybe she was just afraid that he might just puke all over the counter. The nauseous feeling seemed to make that scenario a possibility.

It was all a blur from then. He only briefly remembered dropping onto his couch and knocking out.

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Joel shuffled into the pharmacy. Wincing at the sight of the bright lights in the pharmacy. He made his way to the usual section, where the hangover cures and pills sat. That’s when he spotted you. His throat grew dry, he needed to apologize for yesterday, for standing you up, but he was hesitant to do so, unsure of how to phrase his words. You walked past him, your eyes were swollen, your right hand was on your left shoulder, massaging an ache. He noticed the ibuprofen in your hands too. Were you nursing a hangover too? Your eyes were in a daze, your earphones dangling from your ears. A blank look in your eyes, too into your thoughts or whatever is in your mind. Your feet tapped softly to the beat that he assumed was playing in your ears as you paid for the pills. His eyes followed you anxiously as he waited for the cashier to finish the transaction. When the cashier handed him his pills, he took off running. Apologizing to the pedestrians who he had to push past while his eyes followed you. He sprinted as he watched you cross the road.

Joel waited at the other side of the road, clutching onto his knees as he panted from running after you. He glared at the red light in front of him. He had tried calling out to you but you didn’t hear him because of the earphones. He had called you through the phone too but it had gone straight to voicemail. Joel hitched a breath when his eyes met yours from across the street. A look of realisation dawned upon you before it darkened, you bit your lip, your eyebrows furrowing at the sight of him then you looked him in the eye. Joel’s blood froze in his veins as he noticed the look on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to bite back the frown that was forming on your lips. The look of disdain and disappointment that you had shot him before you increased your pace. He never wanted to be greeted with that look again. He couldn’t help how his whole body stilled and froze.

Joel had messed up. Real bad this time. He was never someone who was good at not messing up, but he was one hell of a fixer. He would go to the ends of the earth for you, he had to make this right. The question was how?

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ccaptain · 3 months

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Alcohol is both Kaeya's best friend and worst enemy.

He literally uses it to drown his worst thoughts, but he swings heavily between an happy, singing drunk to a devastatingly sad drunk. He can't win in this aspect either, it's always a lottery that he gambles in knowing that he might lose. Anything, and I mean, anything, to not let the thoughts crush him.

He takes pride in owning a pretty cabinet, possibly taken ( read: he begged Adelinde for it because it was pretty ) from the Dawn Winery, full of the most diverse and colorful bottles, brought to him by traveling friends or given as a gift, containing a variety of drinks: from white rhum to brandy, from a bottle of fire-water acquired by a particulary friendly Fatuus that wanted to thank him for the hospitality in Mondstadt to vermouth, to sparkling pink wine in pretty glittery bottles to his favorite, a big, thick bottle studded with glittering gems, containing a very dry whiskey that he vows to keep sealed until the end of times. This cabinet is his pride and joy, and he'd only ever crack a bottle open for a special guest.

If his relationship with alcohol was only for collection purposes, he'd be way better.

On his days off, during the nights when he's left alone with himself, the guilt, grief and terror come back- and he can't stop them. He tries to fend those off, in his defense. He tackles paperwork, he tidies up home, he takes up cooking a long, complicate dish just to keep his hands and mind busy, he ges to take a long walk and takes up patrolling even when he's not working- but, sometimes, it doesn't work.

This is when the wine comes in, and if somebody was to visit him and manage to get the door open ( good luck: he has three heavy locks on it and a deadbolt with a chain stronger than iron ), they'd find the alarming scene of multiple bottles and multiple glasses over the table and on the floor- with those, the cavalry captain sprawled on the floor, barely conscious and dangerously near alcohol poisoning. There's a few concotions in his nightstand that he can drink to fend off the worst of it- if he manages to crawl over to that. It's a pitiful show, and was anyone that isn't a close friend or a partner to see it, Kaeya would be too embarassed to speak to them ever again.

While in many verses he has gotten better at it and this has either stopped happening or has happened rarely and not as gravely- it's not uncommon for Kaeya to fight a losing battle like this.

#from another realm ━ (ooc)#read me like a book; will you? ━ (headcanons)#alcohol ment ;;#i love sad drunk kaeya that's actually tragic. bro is an alcoholic

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daddyissuesfordays76 · 1 year

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A Drunken Mistake

@deadinsideandwantacoke

Tw: mentions of cocks idk this is my first story so sorry if it sucks.

Universe 616 ,

It was a cold summer evening in New York City. Y/N was on their typical watch for baddies, when they spot they’re crush Peter Parker. He was just sitting there with a whiskey n’ coke looking like a sad sack of shit. When all of a sudden he notices out of the corner of his eye, he sees his old friend from college Y/N. They walk in with a stunning combat outfit on. He thinks to himself, “God Damn those thighs be saving lives!” They walk over and sit down next to Pete. They ask the bartender “What should I order?” Pete says, “How about two tequila shots, On me.” Y/N looks over and sees they’re old college buddy Peter Parker. “Pete is that you?” “The one and only.” They end up talking and drinking until the bar closes. They end up leaving and going to Peter’s place.

They burst into Peter’s apartment absolutely going at it. Y/N falls onto the bed and says, “How about you come down here and make me behave daddy!” Pete stands there in shock for a minute when Y/N says,” Or are you too scared you can’t handle a brat like me?” That's when Peter rips off their clothes and his clothes and starts to go down on Y/N. Pete immediately pulls down their panties with such force that it makes her scream in pleasure. As he pulls down her panties he goes right into their pussy. Licking every fold and crevice. As he does this Y/N screams,” Yes Daddy, eat me! Drink all my juices!!” When Pete hears this he absolutely goes feral. He starts push two fingers into her tight pussy and moves his head up to her ear and says,”Fuck, So wet and tight for me baby, Oh God!!” Y/N arches her back in pleasure. Pete pushes his fingers in and out with ease. Y/N moans,” Oh god yes daddy right there, that’s it!” Pete hears this and takes his fingers out and replaces it with his 8ft girthy thick cock. Y/N absolutely loses her mind over the fact that they’re best friend from college has such a big dick. “ Oh fuck daddy, please fill me up with that huge dick. Rearrange my insides daddy!” He hears their cries of pleasure and starts to slam his huge cock into their pussy. He does this with such force that they are brought to tears of pleasure. As he is fucking the everliving crap out of them. He webs them to the bed and cries out,”Fuck, you look so pretty webbed up for me baby. You like that you slut!” Y/N cries out in pleasure,” Yes Daddy, I’m your little slut, cum in me daddy” When Pete hears this from their pretty little mouth, he absolutely goes wild. At this action he starts to ram his monster cock into their g-spot. They yell out as Y/N cums,”Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! Daddy!Right there! Make me yours daddy!” As Peter hears this he cums in her pussy and as he pulls out he sees his seed leaking out of their pussy.

He lays next and Y/N and smiles like he has just won the lottery. They fall asleep in each other's embrace. The next morning Peter wakes up to an empty bed with a note.

“Dear Peter, I really enjoyed last night but we can’t do this again. You're still in love with MJ and I don’t want to get in the way of you guys. If you need someone to talk to text/call me at ###-###-####.”

Your Friend Y/N :)

See what happens next in part 2.

#peter b parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #hot daddy

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