#drunk me is causing so many problems for sober me 😭

[cute-cutie]

I'm a disaster 💀

[st4rb3rries]

STAN MARSH and KYLE BROFLOVSKI friendship hc's!! ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

pairings; stan and kyle x fem!reader (all aged up 18+)

summary; goofy friendship head cannons!!

warnings; cussing, underage drinking

a/n; my first time writing so lmk if theres any mistakes

YOUR FRIEND GROUP WITH THEM

you guys try to start a band. stan plays the electric guitar and you play the drums. but kyle.... oh sweet kyle. this orange head plays some type of classical instrument. my boy be playing the cello during a mcr (my chemical romance) song i swear😭😭.

stan: "dude c'mon this ain't the 1700's your piano doesn't belong here."

y/n: "yeah pack it up bethoven"

kyle: "DUDE IM SORWRY YK MY PARENTS MAQDE ME PLAY THIS GAY ASS INSTRUMENT!!!"

you and stan just giggle

there's always sleepovers at your house 24/7. your house is a safe spot for them. like y'all always snuggle and cuddle together in your bed. its so comfy too because you have so many plushies. you guys always watch movies and take naps after for sureee.<33

baking bro. kyle is the best baker out of y'all. one time stan and you tried to bake premade cookies. hell nah the fire department came. kyle was so mad that day becuase it was his oven and his parents were out of town... you and stan had to get summer jobs to pay off his oven. you guys still owe money whoops. you guys really hope kyle forgot about this accident. (he didn't.)

you guys go stargazing!! and it's the best thing to do too. kyle would bring his telescope and. you and stan would bring the snacks, flashlights, and blankets. one time you guys went and there was a mediator shower. all of you guys were in awe as you saw the mediators flash by. lowkey wanna of the best and rememberable moment you guys all have together.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH STAN

sometimes when stan is having a bad day with his parents he sneaks into your room and brings some beer to drink with you. kyle doesn't know you guys do this at all. but you guys drink A LOT whenever he comes over. it's literally a problem but #yolo😜. the conversations are worth it though. you guys talk about the meaning of life and. say some random ass shit. for example you both confessed that you had a crush on each other at some point in your guys life. nothing but laughter after that.

one time stan decided he wanted you to bleach his hair. he only wanted to dye it cause he didn't wanna look like his dad. he was having a mental breakdown about it. he never really shows this side to anyone but you, his bestie. he cries into your chest for a long time after venting. once he looks at your shirt (filled with snot and tears) he says "sorry" so much it's literally so cute. once you were done comforting him it was time to bleach his hair:D. (Y'ALL WERE STILL DRUNK) after bleaching his hair it looked good to y'all at that time... when he got sober he literally said, "y/n what the fuck happened to my hair." clearly you remembered what led to his bleached hair but he didn't. stan dyed it back to black himself ha.

he always plays his guitar to you. if he had a crush on you he'd definitely write a love song for you to listen to. definitely hasn't wrote one before. he play's all these catchy riffs for you and loves to see your face in awe. always tries to teach you to play but you get distracted cause he's so close to you😏. you listen to music with him 24/7 and share headphones!! radiohead, deftones, mcr, my bloody valentine are y'alls go to music artists. music is therapy for y'all.

THIRFTING!!! y'all go thrifting everyday bro i swear. he always finds the best stuff too. he finds all the embroidered jeans, vintage tees, and hella cool jewelry. LIKE HELLOO SHARING IS CARINGG!!! nah but you guys do be sharing clothes and accessories. since you guys have the same style. you guys also be pulling up to them yard sales. that's when your luck happens and. that's when stan gets jealous. you guys are depressed but well dressed.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH KYLE

you always play with his hair. since its so cute and fluffy. he often gets insecure cause of cartman. but it comforts him when you play and style his hair. when you style his hair i'm talking about pigtails, braids, space buns all that cute stuff. to go with that you add clips, headbands and bows. he looks goofy as hell but anything for his best friend. sometimes when he's so stressed he asks if he can come over to your house. you say yes ofc. he only comes just so he can get his hair played by you. once you guys start chatting away and his hair is getting played with he get's so relaxed. this is what heaven feels like to him!!

starbies and studying at the library. ok out of the 3 of y'all you and kyle are the smartest. when you go to the library you guys always go to your go to spot every time. if someone is setting there. kyle asks them to politely leave. if not his short temper comes out. once the person finally leaves you guys set up everything organized. you guys borrow fancy highlighters for notes and. big wordy text books to read to each other. you guys always go over the answers if you have tests at school. kyle usually is the first to one to passout. so you have to carry him out of the library sometimes. he looks so peaceful why would you wanna wake him up😭. stan secretly gets jealous that you guys study at the library without him. like come on guys he's smart too.

PLAYING DREIDEL WITH HIM!!! he adores when you play dreidel with him! you always loose though🙄. no one can out beat him. when he first asked you to play with him and. you asked him what it was. he was so excited to tell you. you fell asleep because he told you the whole ass history of the dreidel. like you just wanted to learn how to play😭. whenever it's getting close to hannukah you make dreidels out of clay for everyone. you decorate them and stuff. sheila is tearing up cause y'all so cute together making dreidel's. she defenitly takes a photo of you two. after you gave everyone their dreidel. the last person to receive one was cartman.... it didn't go so well.

since you guys are nerds. you guys definitely write emo poems and. it always be late at night too. this is when y'all become so sensitive and emotional. trauma, bullying, blood, sweat, and tears. go into these poems omfg. you guys also write books for ike!! he loves them!! especially the ones from you. you and kyle also write dumb ass books for each other too. they even have lil crayon drawings lmaoo. for example: kyle wrote on called, "jew on the boat". it was one page that said, "jew on the boat". with a silly drawing. HELPPP YOU GUYS LAUGHED AT THIS FOR HOURS AND. IT WASN'T EVEN THAT FUNNY.

[bandaged-writer]

I saw your post for Drabble ideas: what about a drunk confession from Chuuya? I feel like he’d be really open about his feelings unlike when he’s sober because he doesn’t wanna get you involved in his mafia shenanigans so he’s been keeping his pining on the down-low. I just wanna give this man a lil kith on the forehead 😔

"mafia shenanigans" and his shenanigans are killing people 😭

739 words ; fluff

alcohol consumption, fem reader

It was liquor that warmed your throat, but it was Chuuya who warmed your heart.

An empty bottle of wine stood on his wooden desk, the glass half empty and held by skilled, gloved fingers, swishing the burgundy liquid around. Through the large window of his office, orange rays dipped Chuuya’s face in soft hues - or maybe it was the alcohol leaving behind a rosy shade upon his cheeks. If you were to guess, you’d say it was the latter.

You rested your cheek on your palm, a smile tugging at your lips as Chuuya turned into the chatterbox he secretly was. He talked about his argument with Kouyou, his distaste towards his paperwork made a comment about Mori that almost caused you to snort wine out of your nose.

Although you didn’t know who these people were, you found his stories always most amusing.

“There’s one more thing I gotta tell you about,” Chuuya slurred his words and looked at you like you had put the stars in the sky. “But you can’t tell [Name].”

A deadpan expression rested upon your face. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes. He was lucky he was cute. “Yeah, I promise.”

Chuuya sighed like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and put his glass of wine on the desk. Mindlessly, he traced his finger along the glass’s edge like he was lost in a hopeless daydream. “Whenever I see [Name], I’m tellin’ ya..,” he trails off, a pause. “My heart always skips a beat and I can’t form a damn thought. I think.."

“I think she hexed me!”

Heat rose to your cheeks and suddenly the room felt warmer than it did before. You already knew that Chuuya was acting a little..funny whenever you were around, but didn’t expect him to feel that way towards you. After all, all you two were merely..drinking buddies.

Two strangers who had happened to have met in a bar, sharing a drink, a conversation and phone numbers to stay in contact. Nothing could’ve prepared you for late night calls, his warmth seeping through the leather of his gloves or the brutal honesty Chuuya presented either at 2 am or when he was so hammered that he couldn’t even recognize you.

Oh, he had skillfully wormed his way into your heart with a temperament that only Chuuya possessed.

“Hexed you? Are you sure you’re not developing feelings?,” you questioned like he wasn’t talking to his number one problem that kept him up at night.

“Pfft, I cannot have feelings!” Chuuya waved his arm through the air, leaned his head back into his leather chair and mumbled away. “I’m totally not thinking of her beautiful face or the softness of her hair! I don’t even like her stupidly adorable smile! Totally not!”

Ignorance was bliss, or so they said.

Taking a sip of wine, you stared into the depths of the glass and hummed. “Why not? It’s normal to have feelings for someone you like like.”

“What are you? Stupid?,” Chuuya groaned, still obvious that it was you who he was pouring his heart out to. “If she ever finds out that I’m with the Mafia, she would..”

The following few words went in one ear and out the other. All you could hear was the sound of wine being poured, your own heartbeat falling a step behind and the white noise in your lungs. Seconds ticked by, yet time seemed to have come to an abrupt halt.

Chuuya? In the Mafia?

It explained so many things. His way of fighting, the air of authority around him and the way he handles things on his own. Everything clicked like a long-lost puzzle piece and completed the big picture that was Chuuya Nakahara.

Yet..did it matter what he did for a living? Certainly, he had his reasons for joining an organization which you had believed was nothing but an urban myth, a fancy story among teens whenever there was an inexplicable murder.

Finally, air filled your lungs and the voice that you believed to be lost returned. “I think you should tell her, regardless. The answer might surprise you.”

A beat of silence filled the air as Chuuya stared at you.

“..Maybe you’re right. I’m so lucky to have you, Kouyou.”

The only thing you were certain of was that this man would suffer from a major hangover the following morning.

send me your thoughts/thirsts for a drabble lol <3

[stiricidewrites]

All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 26, pt 7

So... I return ._.

I've been sick off and on for the last few months and basically not engaging with anything fandom related, which obviously included uh... not even letting people know where I went ._.

Many apologies, but I return and hopefully won't get sick again anytime soon??? I think it's cause the kid I babysit started going to a full daycare as well this fall and is just bringing all the horrible viruses into my house 😭

Hopefully, as the weather gets nicer, we'll be able to be outside more and I won't get as sick but who knows. I hate being sick as I already have health issues and being even mildly sick takes me down so hard 😭

Anyways, previously!

This is the last bit of this chapter, and I'll be putting up the full edited chapter on ao3 later today or tomorrow~

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jzxuan watched as Chong-xiansheng finally pushed himself back up, eyeing up the entrance behind lwj as though he could possibly get around the irate alpha.

“Aiya, little dearies,” the omega owner tutted, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head at the alphas. She took a few steps out of the building, fearlessly stepping between the two men. “You,” she said, nodding at Chong-xiansheng, “get yourself back inside and leave them poor teenagers alone. They’ve enough to deal with without you making matters worse, no matter how much I think they enjoyed the show,” she added, an almost cruel smiling spreading across her face that had jzxuan assuming she had liked it too. “And you four,” she continued, turning towards lwj and glancing between him and the rest of them, “I don’t much appreciate violence in my establishment—especially not drunken violence. I’ll get your food wrapped up for you and then you can take this lightweight on a little walk, see if it sobers him up. Be back in a moment.”

With that, she turned and left, Chong-xiansheng scrambling after her, staying as clear of lwj as he could, before leaving their odd group of four standing awkwardly outside the restaurant.

“What… happened,” jzxuan asked after they had stood too long in silence, waiting for either lwj or jwy to offer up an explanation of the events of the last few minutes.

“He was rude,” lwj said while jwy gaped at him. “You disagree?” the older alpha asked, taking an uneven step towards the Jiang heir.

“No, but I don’t think he was rude enough to throw him out of the damn restaurant!” jwy spit out, turning towards the path that had led them there from Lotus Pier. “Whatever, I’m leaving. Good luck babysitting this drunk,” he hissed at them as he stomped off, disappearing down the dirt path as his sister called out, trying to get him to come back.

“Why do you seem drunker than before?” jzxuan asked as lwj reached their side, smelling and looking noticeable more intoxicated than he had minutes before, when jzxuan had been considering whether his friend was faking it.

“Accidentally drank,” the older man said, nodding as though that explained it.

“How did you accidentally drink?” jzxuan asked, narrowing his eyes at his friend as he swayed uneasily in place.

“Was sitting there.”

“You were?”

“Drink was.”

“What drink?”

“The drink. It wasn’t mine. I don’t drink alcohol. Bad things happen to Lans who drink.”

“Then whose was it?”

lwj squinted at him, looking as though he were solving the most difficult of problems before shrugging and assuring jzxuan that he didn’t know.

“It was probably Chong-xiansheng’s,” jyl offered, moving around them to the restaurant entrance to wait for the owner to return with their food to go. “A-Zhan must have accidentally drank whatever he had ordered—and I bet it was strong.”

“Great,” jzxuan said, abruptly reaching out to support his friend when the man looked like he was about to topple over. “Just great. He was just sobering up and then that guy had to come along and cause problems—I thought you said he was harmless? From what I’ve seen, he’s managed plenty of harm.”

“Ah…” jyl sighed, shifting uneasily on her bare feet. He couldn’t imagine it was very comfortable, standing or walking on the rocky road without shoes, but he had yet to hear her say a word of complaint over it—although he supposed she knew if she dared even flinch as she took a step they would have forced her to turn around. “Chong-xiansheng says stupid things all the time. I suppose that because of his past people just let him get away with more.”

“Stupid,” lwj bite out, blinking absently into space. “People must be held responsible for their words.”

“Do you hold everyone responsible for their words, deary?” the owner asked as she stepped back outside with their food. She stared up at him, smiling not unkindly as she added, “It can be difficult to hold people responsible when you know the people who hurt them were never held responsible. When you know they still see those people and their descendants around, from time to time.” She looked between the three of them, her expression tired and sad. “Everyone knew what that Jiang girl did—she never tried to deny it. People still did business with the family, talked nice with her. Watching people you thought were your friends—who you thought were good and moral—tolerate that, just cause money and power was involved, ah… that takes a toll on a person.”

“Does not make it right to tolerate his bad behaviour,” lwj insisted, looking very much like he was about to snarl at the woman, which jzxuan did not think would make the situation any better.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t make it right, but I hope it makes it at least a bit understandable,” the omega said, nodding towards jyl as she added, “All the kids round here know their parents and grandparents did that man wrong. Tolerating him, when they know he’ll do no more that shoot his mouth off at them, is their way of penance, I imagine.”

jyl swallowed, looking away and muttering something that seemed like an agreement, a lightly embarrassed blush spreading across her cheeks.

lwj was beginning to open his mouth—likely to continue arguing with the woman over if it was acceptable to tolerate mistreatment for things your ancestors were responsible for—when jzxuan slapped his hand across the man’s mouth.

“It’s complicated,” he said as lwj glared him, one of his hands rising up to fasten itself over jzxuan’s. “Thank you for the food—it’s delicious. We’ll be sure to find a nice place by the lake or something to eat it.”

The woman blinked at him, looking like she would have been quite inclined to continue arguing with lwj, before turning back towards her restaurant. “You have yourselves a good evening,” she said, pushing the door open and stepping inside. “Make sure you get the little omega home safe, you hear me?” she called back as the door clattered shut, leaving the three of them in silence once again.

“Ah… guess it is getting a bit late…” jzxuan noted, looking up at the darkening sky. This time of year, with the days getting longer and longer every day, it would still be light and warm until late into the night, but that didn’t mean they could stay out too late with jyl—or even just he and lwj, not with a death having occurred so recently. “We should take the food and go sit on the pier again… where Wangji will not be pushing anyone in, right?” he joked, raising an eyebrow at lwj who was simply standing there, staring at him with his hand still holding jzxuan’s to his mouth. “Ah… you gonna let go of my hand?”

lwj shook his head, adjusting his grip slightly and jzxuan assumed he was going to insist on holding hands or something on the way back when—

“Lan Wangji!” he hissed, tugging on his hand as the older alpha slipped several of his fingers into his mouth and began to suck. Heat spread harsh across jzxuan’s cheeks as he attempted to pull his hand free of the horrible drunkard. “Give me my hand! This is— Wangji!!”

He squeaked when jyl popped up next to him, eyeing up the situation before letting out a little laugh. “At least,” she said as she began walking back towards her home, bags heavy with their takeout food swinging in her arms, “this time I’m not alone to deal with this menace.”

~ Somewhere Inside ~

“Didn’t think you had a phone,” the owner commented mildly as she set the rest of Chong-xiansheng’s order down next to him. He’d had enough sense to seat himself on the side of the room furthest from the teenagers, his back to them—to remove any temptation to speak to them again, she assumed.

“Found it,” he said as she was turning to leave.

She glanced back at him. “Chong-xiansheng, did you steal some poor soul’s phone?”

“Finders keepers,” he said, barely glancing up at her as he flicked through the phone. “Lot’a missed calls.”

“That’s probably cause someone’s looking for it,” she said, trying to see if she recognized the phone in the man’s hands and quickly recognizing it as jyl's. “That’s the little Jiang omega’s phone,” she said sternly. “You need to return that.”

“No way, finders keepers.”

She pressed her lips together, the lightweight alpha boy’s words flooding back through her head. She had been ready to argue with him—to defend the areas practice of letting Chong-xiansheng get away with most everything—but a little part of her couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was right. Maybe they’d let this man get away with too much for too long. “You return that phone, Chong-xiansheng,” she said as she turned to leave. “I ain’t gonna turn you in for takin’ it, but I won’t lie if someone comes in asking after it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the old man said, waving her dismissively away and sending a shudder of annoyance through her. She turned away from him, taking a few steps towards her teenage patrons when one of them—the omega boy Chong-xiansheng had made derogatory comments towards before the alpha boy had taken offence and tossed him out—caught her eye. They were watching her and Chong-xiansheng. Their eyes caught for a moment and she tried to remember what it was like to be young like that—being young and powerless, reliant on alphas to stand up for you because no one else’s words mattered. She had been fortunate, finding a man to love her and support her in being herself—in being strong and demanding and so many things omegas weren’t supposed to be.

Most omegas didn’t have that. They had no one to stand up for them. They accepted what society—what alphas—told them was right, and what so many alphas had decided was to let this man, who had been seriously harmed by the Jiangs, who they had all made a living from, get a free pass. No matter what he did, no one local ever stood up to him, and she wondered where they would draw the line—if they ever would.

She broke eye contact with the omega boy, shame rippling through her as she turned and disappeared into the kitchen.

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A/N: Why didn’t wwx know Chong-xiansheng when they spoke? Chong-xiansheng lived elsewhere for a long time, he only returned a decade or so ago after his parents died and he inherited their house. wwx has probably met him in passing during his visits to Lotus Pier, but stress of his missing mate combined with his bad memory meant the guy’s name didn’t ring a bell.