#i was drunk when i worte this

[bllk-after-dark]

der kaiser und seine worte der liebe.

the emperor and his words of love.

pairing. michael kaiser x female!reader.

content warning. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, lots of german words (translation is available), reader is female but no pronouns used, vaginal sex, oral sex, praise, pet names in german used, not actual fic more small snippets to each pet name

kaiserin. – empress. 

It’s his most used pet name for you, the empress to his emperor. While he would love to call you Frau Kaiser, slap his family name on you, he knows you won’t say yes right now. So he calls you Kaiserin, with a husky voice, that usual drawl in his English coming full force the moment he starts speaking German. It’s a harsh language, but he softens it for you, to see you shudder when he calls you his, against your lips, your neck, your pussy. He will call you Kaiserin when calling you across the room, the word so weird for his fellow Germans, but to you it’s the sweetest thing. 

Frau Kaiser. Mrs Kaiser

schatz/schätzchen. – treasure/little treasure. 

He calls you Schatz rather often, throwing in this particular name randomly, but most times when you choke on his dick, tears in your eyes and your hands gripping his thighs with force. 

“So gut, mein Schatz, so gut”, he will murmur, and you finally understand some of it, after he sat down and taught you. So you just moan, eyes closing and taking in his praise. Michael loves to praise you, be it in English or German, but to you, the words in his mother language are something special. And you especially love it when he calls you Schätzchen; these moments so rare, you’ll never forget them. 

“So gut, mein Schatz, so gut.” So good, my treasure, so good.

süsse maus. – sweet mouse. 

One that he uses when he’s sweet, after several rounds of ravishing you. Pussy drunk, he will praise you, comment and compliment you. You’re limp in his arms, eyes dropping but with a loopy smile on your lips, murmuring how much you love him and he will murmur those confessions of love back. 

“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süsse Maus.” Then he will press a kiss on your temple, an even softer one on your lips and tell you to sleep, promising you he will be there when you wake up. 

“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süsse Maus.” I love you too, my sweet mouse. 

hase/hasi. – bunny. 

It’s not one he uses often and never to express his love to you. No, when he uses Hase or even worse, Hasi, he does it to annoy you. Michael knows you hate it, ever since he made a comment about how horny you are, like a small bunny, jumping and hopping on his dick, and it spiraled from there. You slapped his chest, the orgasm that had been so close disappearing into nothingness. All the other pet names he had turned you on, but something just wasn’t right with that one. And he knew it. Oh how he knew it and abused that fact rather often. 

“Sei mir nicht böse, Hasi, ich meins doch nur gut,” he would goat, trying to placate your anger at him, but it only made it worse. He ends up going to sleep with a dry dick. 

“Sei mir nicht böse, Hasi, ich meins doch nur gut.” Don’t be mad at me, bunny, I only mean it well.

schnecke. – snail.

This one was the worst. You thought it was a sweet one for the longest time, when he called you Schnecke and you would blush, trying to hide your face from him (but that always happens when he talks German to you.) He wouldn’t let you, telling you to keep your eyes on him while he continued to fuck you, trying to make you cum on his dick only. “Komm schon, du heisse Schnecke, du wirst doch nicht wieder so lange brauchen um endlich zu kommen”, he had snarled then and you thought he was telling you what would happen if you didn’t keep your eyes on him. Oh, how wrong you were. You googled the word not long after that, remembering that one word he had often said during sex and you finally found out what it meant. 

The next time he uttered Schnecke, you literally wiggled out of his arms and told him to fuck off, without giving him a reason. No way you would let him continue calling you a snail. 

“Komm schon, du heisse Schnecke, du wirst doch nicht wieder so lange brauchen um endlich zu kommen.” Come on, you hot snail, you won’t take so long again to finally cum.

schnucki. – sweetie.

After the fiasco with Schnecke, you ended up googling all the possible german pet names Michael could use, since he wouldn’t teach you those. Reddit helped you with that, and so you came across all possible pet names, some of them sweet, others you hoped he would never use. One of them was Schnucki, or worse, Schnuckiputz. There was no literal translation to English, so you asked on Reddit and the amount of answers you got… yes, it was better he would never use that one or else you would straight up leave. And while the internet said it was a silly name for sweetie, after spending a longer time with German-speaking people, this was just a nightmare. It was an abomination. And of course Michael was so stupid and call you Schucki after stealing a sweet kiss. 

You turned and left him standing. Maybe you should just go to Isagi, he seemed like a sweet boy and would never call you snail or bunny or- 

Schnucki. Literal nightmare word for sweetie, like no, who decided that this was a good idea. Don’t even get me started with Schnuckiputz.

anne. so uh... it happened. i'm a kaiser fucker now. so ashamed of myself writing this because i actually speak german and let me tell you, writing dirty talk (or at least attempting to) in german hurts my soul and i will never do it again. that's a lie, i will do it again because i can actually speak german. in general, most pet names in german are just cringe and i will never use them but michael definitely would xD

[jiminiecrickets]

Oh I’m sorry! I forgot to give you a scenario. I just wanted to see Taehyung be jealous of Jimin more. Like he sees reader and Jimin being flirty and he throws a fit later on when him and reader are back at their dorm

hi, hope this is okay :) trying to get back into writing. this is combined with a similar request which i will link here.

warnings: borders on explicit sex (foreplay?), reader is drunk, everybody being bad people

another party, another hour lost to staring at attractive boys he hates. taehyung's beginning to wonder if the gods hate him a little more than anyone else, putting him through an even more messed-up version of psyche's trials.

watching that brunette – that brunette sugar-eyed bitch – stick his tongue down your throat like no one is watching boils his blood. he's made himself your blanket, propped up so dainty and pretty between your legs, tracing tiny shapes into your chest—

oh, taehyung wants to puke. you grab him around the waist and below the ass, hoisting him higher to meet your lips without straining his neck. it highlights how tiny jimin is and your own strength. for god's sake, you're horizontal on that stupid couch – you shouldn't be able to lift anything like an entire person.

"this is stupid," taehyung mutters under his breath, throwing down his apple core into the bin and straightening from his place at the kitchen counter. he tears his eyes off of your figure to shove past the strangers in the kitchen to wash his hands and when he looks back, he swears that asshole with the pretty, pretty face smirks at him.

he smirks at him. smugly. victoriously.

taehyung imagines slapping that smirk right off his mouth. see how you'll like him with a busted lip, he thinks bitterly. knowing how you look at jimin with those sweet eyes and crooked smile has his fingers twitching to dump a bucket of ice water over your head. snap out of it, he wants to scream. you're being used!

why can't you see it? why can't you see that he's so much better for you than anyone else? he's good at remembering dates. he'll pay for roses with his scholarship money. the sex would be great. what else do you need in a man?

instead of going over there and making the fuss that he wants to, a fuss he can't make for fear of losing all dignity as an aloof and cocky playboy, he simmers in his corner, feeling the heat of budding tears threaten his immaculate eyeliner. anger swells because of it. how dare a boy ruin his makeup like this?

"not wort it, not worth it, not worth it," he chants to himself, tipping his head up and blinking rapidly. he fans his hot cheeks. "he can die for all i care, because i don't. i don't care about him."

he sighs and closes his eyes, zipping his jacket up and pushing his way through the crowds to reach the front door. you've got him talking to himself – what more pride can you rip from him?

—

from the corner of his eye, taehyung notices you enter, looking more than a little tipsy. he concentrates on his switch, the television playing a recap of the evening news quietly in the background.

"you look like you're sulking," you note, emptying your pockets onto the counter like a fountain of leather and metal. "who pissed in your drink?"

"i am not sulking," he mutters. "ugh, fucking sea bass..."

"professor sulky with a doctorate in sulking is only tensing his jaw because he knows how sharp it is? gasp."

"you're not fucking funny," he snaps. "especially not when you're drunk."

you blow a raspberry and pull your hoodie over your head, partially carrying your shirt with it. despite his best efforts, taehyung's eyes divert to the revealed skin. he licks his lips and forces his gaze back to his game.

you hum as you collapse on the couch next to him with an old-man groan. you sit in silence for a moment before you slide closer and throw your arm over the backrest, head rolling in his direction.

he scowls and pushes your face away with his palm. "you stink of alcohol. go to bed and don't talk to me."

"a little birdy told me you were upset at the party, too," you say, ignoring him and sliding even closer, hip-to-hip. he's wearing his tiny black shorts with the white trim.

"get off my lap."

"if you say so." suddenly, you grab him by the waist and lift him onto yours, grinning like the smug little bastard you are when he nearly drops his switch. "much better."

something prods his ass and taehyung rolls his eyes, glaring back at you. "you're acting like you didn't just have someone's tongue down your throat and their hand in your pants. i'm not fucking you when you haven't even restocked your dumb wallet condom."

"who said we needed one?" you nuzzle into taehyung's neck, breathing in the faint floral scent of his body wash.

"you're disgusting."

"says the guy who makes me put it back when i offer."

"fuck you."

"that a suggestion?"

"you're insufferable and completely insatiable..." he grumbles for a while longer, trying to focus on his fishing. he settles down in your lap, leaning back against your warmth – begrudgingly, he admits to himself that it's nice to be able to forgo a blanket for once – but your creeping hands make it difficult to ignore you, tugging insistently at his attention like a rowdy pet.

he jumps when your hand lifts to cup his chest and pinches his nipple slightly. "you p—! nnh, you're seriously not satisfied with what you did earlier tonight? that brunette wasn't pretty enough to get you off, was he? you had to come back to me."

"ah, i knew it," you hum, unduly pleased with yourself despite avoiding his questions. "you're jealous! don't worry. you're a different kinda pretty. i still like you."

he scowls, though he sets aside his switch and lets your hands wander beneath his loose shirt, stroking his lean stomach and chest without a word. that's as close to a flawless victory you'll ever get.

"interested?" you purr, kissing his neck as you press down on his hips to roll into yours.

he huffs, green flames still eating away at his heart. "fine... but don't even think about putting your cock in me, understand? i'm not prepped and don't want to start now."

"so vulgar," you groan, grinning lazily as he rocks his hips. you hook your thumbs under the hems of his already-short shorts and make them even tinier, pushing them up his thighs until they dig into the soft flesh of his ass. "mm... pretty. fuck, i could die here, y'know?"

taehyung glances over his shoulder, his eyes thoroughly unimpressed, though you swear they're a little darker than usual. "you're a dog. just shut up, alright? i'll help you with your little problem, but that's it. you'll get nothing else from me."

"yes, sir," you chuckle, watching him closely. he's prettiest when he's jealous.

[dancingdonatello]

I hope you're doing great, thank you so much for answering my last ask!

May I request, if you haven't done it yet and if it's okay with you, rottmmnt turtle boys + April with a S/O (GN) that gets overly affective when is drunk?

If you're not comfortable I completely understand, have a nice day!

rottmnt x gn reader

Raph is overwhelmed and worried. He thinks you’re going to die. He’s never sipped a drop of alcohol in his life and he genuinely thinks you’re going to ‘barf’ and choke to death.

Meanwhile, you’re standing there and talking to him. Your not THAT drunk. You didn’t even pass out. Whatever. So, as he murmurs on and on about the possibility of you dying, you cozy up into his side, effectively shutting him up.

You usually never do that. Raph slowly puts an arm around you, his worries quelled for the moment.

Leo is jealous once you come to visit , especially when he sees you didn’t bring any for him. He��s all huffy and puffy and pushes you away when you get too close.

So, you take whatever you can get. You lay your head in his lap and only pout when he refuses to touch you, his arms crossed against his plastron stubbornly.

But after a while, he begins to crack. He starts to play with your hair and trace your skin on your face. Then he lays down next to you. That’s when you strike. You curl all your limbs around him and refuse to let go.

Donnie is just unamused. He’s working and doesn’t need your drunk mess as a distraction. But since you want to cuddle, you concoct a plan.

“I’m hot,” you complained, leaning into his stiff figure.

Donnie slowly brought a hand up and touched your cheek. “You are warm…” Before he could take his hand away, you slapped your hand overtop his and held it there. You sank into it greedily, almost toppling with how much weight you leaned into his hand.

He caught you and gave in. You’d only hurt yourself more in your attempts to cuddle.

“Why can’t you always be like this?” Mikey rubbed your cheeks together, giggling when you pulled him into a side hug as you two stumbled home.

Mikey had been the one to save you from your party. Well, save as in save you from being picked up by the worry wort Raph. As soon as he heard your idea of jumping into a lake, he had been sent into a panic.

So, Mikey picked you up! You released him from the hug and swung your hands back and forth as you walked. Mikey didn’t mind this, not one bit.

“I can’t believe you didn’t invite me…” April grumbled.

“Stop being mad at me,” you complained, attached to her midsection by your arms.

“A party! I tell you all the time how I would like to go and then you go and backstab me.” April started to trudge away and you were dragged along. “Would you let go of me?!”

You are both too stubborn to lose. So you stay connected like that for hours.

[mothgodofchaos]

Maybe some like really flirty Anti x male reader where the reader is super nervous when Anti gets flirty because he's not used to being flirted w so much and Anti like absolutely loves making the reader character flustered n stuff

Eggnog

Technically this is more fitting for Christmas, but I recently played the new Home Safety Hotline DLC so holiday parties were on the mind.

Antisepticeye (Anthony) x M!Reader ft. Darkiplier (Damien), TW: drunkenness Words: 274

“How’re ye doin’?”

Anthony leans across the table at you, a bit of an intoxicated smile on his face. Holiday party, and apparently these people know how to party. He’s in the IT department, so you haven’t seen much of him around.

“Umm, I’m fine.”

“Handsome lad like ye workin’ in a place like t’is? Waste o’ looks, in my opinion.”

His bluntness catches you off guard, making you hide in your drink to avoid commenting on it.

“T’e least t’ey could do is stick ye at reception so t’e rest o’ us can see a pretty face when we enter in t’e building.”

“Anthony, leave the poor boy alone…”

“Oi, we’re fine over here! Buzz off, old man.”

Anthony playfully pushes Damien away, leaving Damien to just roll his eyes as he walks off.

“As I was sayin’, why are t’ey stickin’ ye in a cubicle? Don’t want t’eir competitors t’ snatch ye up? Or do t’ey t’ink ye’ll be a distraction t’ yer coworkers?”

“I-I don’t know, I just work here.”

“We all do, yet yer t’e first t’in’ I’ve seen t’at makes it wort’ it t’ come in.”

His Irish accent becomes more difficult to understand the more drunk he is. He downs another pint of eggnog, much to the horror of Damien, who witnesses it from across the room.

“Anthony! I am cutting you off. This is a company party.”

“T’ey won’t fire me, I have access t’ all o’ yer search histories.”

“Annus Christ…”

“Did ye know t’at Mark looks at po-” “That is enough, thank you, Anthony.”

“Yer welcome!”

Oh gods, this is gonna be a long night.

[mayflysdie]

Pub drama-Soap Mactavish

{Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, language}

~Soap accompanies you to a pub, where you're celebrating your friends birthday.

A/N: a friend req this so here we are. ( I feel like all I've done is Angsty fics, where the MC always gets in trouble. but that will change soon)

we gathered at a local pub for my friends birthday, we sit at a booth, eagerly awaiting the arrival of everyone. i stare at Soap, his fashionable ensemble – black jeans and a grey t-shirt. On the other hand, I have chosen to adorn a dainty black silk spaghetti strap dress with a subtle slit running up the side till reaching just beyond my hip. my wavy black hair tied into a messy bun atop my head. “hm, if i didn't know any better lass, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me” Soap says, barely loud enough to hear over the thundering music. 

i laugh, shaking my head. “You say that daily. i could be wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater and you would still ask that question". He chuckles, leaning back into the booth, never averting his eyes from my form. The dancing lights in the background illuminating his gaze and providing me with a captivating visage.

My heart is filled with joy as I look at the man I adore. "I love you, you goofball," I say with a grin, watching as he sends me a wink in response. I'm about to tease him some more when I notice my girls walking towards us. Quickly, I stand up and embrace the birthday girl, a huge smile on my face. “Happy birthday vinnie!” i all but shout in her ear. which is probably another reason me and Soap get along so well- we’re both loud. she giggles in response, hugging me.

she pulls away and almost instantly drags us to the bar, the other girls following close behind. “shots! seven trays please, none of these bitches are walking out sober”she shouts at the bartender, who laughs at her display. i roll my eyes, not entirely wanting to get drunk but heck it, Soap is with me. 

i cast a glance his way, noting how his eyes were already glued to me.I smile and give a swift twist of the head when the trays, carrying six shots each as well as the additional martini's my companion requested, are placed in front of us. “ to Vinnie!” we chant before taking the shots. i nearly cough from the burn, wiping my mouth of the alcohol dripping down my chin. i smile sheepishly at Vinnie, who laughs at me. 

four hours in and i can barely form a thought, dancing with Vinnie on the dance floor. the rest of the girls tapped out an hour ago, saying they felt the building spin in the universe. 

“hey, i gotta pee” Vinnie slurs, grabbing my hand and making for the ladies room. i wobbly follow behind, trying to focus on which foot goes next. We enter the bathroom and she hastily scurries towards the lavatory - I follow suit, bracing myself against the sink. She begins to chuckle from within the stall, evidently entertained by the comical drawing of a penis on the wall. I roll my eyes in response. i stare at myself in the mirror, my face slap red from the amount of alcohol, it’s almost laughable.

i hear a thud behind me, and turn around to see Vinnie stumble out of the stall, nearly falling face first into the sink. “girl, be careful” i scold lightly, like a mother would her child. she simply grins up at me, too drunk to comprehend my words. "Nyla, such a worry wort" she mumbles drunkenly.

after assisting her in washing her hands, we walk hand in hand out of the bathroom, and only then do i notice how far down the hall it is from the bar, from Soap.

the dim lights flicker in the hallway, giving an eerie feeling to my already uneasy mind. we make it about a quarter way down the hall when Vinnie's hand is suddenly yanked out of mine. i spin around, wobbling as i do so. to see a nasty looking man holding her by the neck and waist. my anger rises, “what the fuck!” i exclaim. i go to take a step forward, when arms creep around my waist, pulling me flush against what i can only assume is the body of a man. “hey hey, don't be harsh. we’re only looking for some fun” the man whispers in my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

where is Soap’s helicopter ass when i need him. i silently curse.

when i thrash in the mans hold, he grips me tighter, moving a hand to my mouth and my eyes widen in fear. I observed Vinnie as she forcefully kicked her assailant's legs, resulting in them losing their grasp on her; she bolted free. I chomp down hard on the man's hand which was covering my mouth, removing a segment of flesh.

He swiftly pulled back his arm, however shockingly kept his hold around my midsection firm, so intense that I couldn't break away. I glance in the direction of Vinnie and give my head a sorrowful shake, the fear evident in my eyes. "get Soap!" I shout, and she immediately takes off, running at such a pace that she disappears down the hallway quicker than a flash. okay, Soap will be here soon, i just need to distract them.

And i do just that-using the arms around my waist to my advantage, I thrust my legs up, sending a powerful kick to the chest of the man standing before me. He is thrown back, desperately trying to regain breath.

my head is suddenly yanked back, and view of my attacker is looming mere inches from my face. “ you’re a real bitch, huh”he grunts. slamming my face into the wall, i grunt as my face ignites with a flood of pain. he loosens his grip momentarily, giving me enough time to spin around, Before I could even think, my fist met his nose with a sickening crunch.

He crashed to the floor, clutching his face in pain. I can hear swift footfalls drawing nearer, so turning around to get a glimpse of the source, I behold an infuriated Soap accompanied by a weeping Vinnie. I found myself flashing an elated yet perhaps unnerving grin, considering the blood-stained corners of my mouth.

Soap comes to a halt inches from me, taking my face in his hands. “are you okay?” his tone is filled with worry, and controlled rage. i nod my head, smiling to reassure him. “yeah, though i’m pissed off, actually. how dare they touch Vinnie and me” I rant, turning around to send a last, swift kick into the ribs of the man behind me. Soap pulls me away gently as security runs up. “let’s get ya cleaned, ya? you look positively rabid bon” i laugh and agree. i grab Vinnie's hand, clutching tightly. 

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bonus part-

all of 141 gathered around the watch the footage Soap took from the pub. he pressed play on the computer, watching with baited breath. he hears Gaz gasp behind him as they watch the man snatch Vinnie, then Nyla. Ghost squints and leans closer as Nyla raises her legs and kicks the other man, sending him flying into the opposite wall. Price whistles, a proud smirk on his face.

once the video finishes, Soap leans back in his chair, torn between feeling proud and absolutely livid.

"got yourself an mma fighter, huh" Gaz teases. Soap sends him a look, "the lass was piss drunk. I'm both amazed and terrified." Soap grumbles, crossing his arms. His eyes glancing at Ghost, who, has watched the video three times now. " are you sure there isn't something she's hiding from you? if she was as drunk as you say, her movements seem suspicious" Ghost says with caution.

Soap simply smiles and shakes his head, "known the lass since fourth grade, there's nothin' I don know about her"

Gaz sends a worried glance his way, "stalker much?" he adds, sounding slightly concerned.

Soap smiles, not confirming or denying it.

[palettepainter]

Can we get some more funky facts about Lazer? I just think he's so adorable and cool!!!

(Give him a sec he's buffering-)

-It's easy to get him flustered if you know the right things to say. His fans often compliment him so he's fairly good at keeping his cool when he's on the clock, but he finds terms/petnames like cute/cutie/adorable/beautiful/handsome very intimate so he's more likely to stammer a little if you call him that (this is especially so if it's coming from someone he likes or looks up too)

-He and his sister Penny are the most aware of their problems. Lazer's faults are that he can be blinded by impulsiveness sometimes thanks to his ADHD, which can lead to him saying/doing stuff without properly thinking them through before hand. He also has a habit of running on energy drinks and highly caffeinated foods and drinks which then leads him to crash so many hours later. Lazer tries to combat this by switching his coffee/energy drinks out for tea to help relieve stress and anxiety and taking power naps when he can

-Him and Penny both have awful sleep schedules that they're trying to fix. Lazer plays more at DJ gigs late in the evening that can sometimes last until the early hours of the morning, and Penny often pulls all nighters thanks to her completion attitude with work. They're what you could call the night owls of the family

-Lazer's had his heart broken a lot thanks to past relationships. When his career was first taking off a lot of people got with him just for his reputation and money, most of her partners assumed he was dumb as he was still new in the big world that makes up the music industry. In general Lazer is also very trusting and easy going, so tended to overlook things that concerned him back in the day because he thought he was overthinking. Penny has had to deal with the teary aftermath of his breakups, which often means escorting a drunk Lazer away from a confused bartender and letting him sleep on her sofa for the night

-Him and Penny are actually super close despite them often having those typical sibling disputes

-Drinks his I Respect All Genders juice religiously

-Has some WILD drunk stories (Lazer: So I'm sitting there, barbaque sauce on my titties-

Rand: What the actual fuck-)

-While he stims through tapping his fingers, humming and rocking back and fourth (in general when he's sitting still he'll be moving in some way: like tapping his fingers, bouncing his leg or rocking) he has a habit to chew his fingers when he's especially upset or nervous. It was the worst when he hit puberty, Penny brought plasters for his fingers

-Cockatoo's are his favourite animal

-Him and Penny love Mama Mia they binge it together when they're both feeling burnt out and unmotivated

-He's sort of protective of all of his other girl cousins, it's a older cousin/big bro sort of protectiveness which sparked even since Penny asked to be referred to by female pronouns. Penny experienced some hate through her transitioning and that sparked Lazer's protectiveness over the other girls in his family

-Speaking of which he probably cried more than Penny did when she officially transitioned. He's such a worry wort and Penny had to remind him a lot that she was perfectly fine (and that maybe he should go take a shower he was starting to smell-)

-Penny is also very protective of her brother and is not shy of showing it. Penny knows Gavin is a sweetheart at best and a bit oblivious at worst, so if Gavin ever introduces her to his new boyfriend or girlfriend she is instantly suspicious - she's seen Lazer's heart be broken too many times and she swears she won't let it happen again

-He carries Zoot under his arm like a sack of potatoes

-He can work well in very noisy environments. Since he plays at gigs, which are always loud, he can witstand being in loud and crowded environments for a long time. He knows his limits though and will take a break when it gets too much for him

-Sometimes he ends up yelling without meaning too, again thanks to his job. Since gigs are always loud he often has to raise his voice in order for any of his team to hear him, and the habit carriers over to when he isn't working. He gets a bit embarrassed when this happens since he knows it can be annoying to other people, so just kindly ask him if he can lower his voice and he will

-He ugly cries when he's upset. He feels emotions hard so when he gets upset he really gets upset

[thefortysecondolive]

for the shame of bein' young, drunk, and alone

A product of me listening to a lot of Noah Kahan, thinking a lot about the blorbos, and procrastinating my current QA assignment. I'll post the whole thing to AO3 when it's done, but for now, a bribe to myself to do what I need to do:

Alles um Leo ist schummrig, verschwommen. Ihm ist heiß — im Gesicht, im Magengrübe, durch die Gliedmaßen — und er fühlt sich an, als würde er schweben. Die Seite seines Kiefers knallt unangenehm; er spürt schon wie groß den blauen Fleck da morgen wird. Blut rinnt über seine Lippen, über seinen Kinn, tropft zum kalten Kiesboden zwischen seinen Füßen. Wahrscheinlich, stellt er sich benebelt fest, wahrscheinlich wurde ihm die Nase kaputt geschlagen — das würde das Blut erklären, und den sengenden Schmerz, als er versucht, einen tiefen Atemzug zu nehmen. 

            Er weiß nicht, wo er ist, wie er hierhergekommen ist. Die Holzlatten eines Banks sind kühl und hart unter seinem Arsch, aber das klärt nichts. Er ist draußen. Die Nacht ist kalt. Die Nacht, aber ihm nicht. Wieso ist ihm denn nicht kalt? Er trägt keine Jacke — hat er schon vorher eine getragen? Er hat das Gefühl, er hätte eine tragen sollen, aber jetzt schwimmen ihm seine blassen Unterarme aus dem Dunkel entgegen. Seine Knöchel sind blutig, aufgeplatzt; Schmerz schlägt dumpf unter der zerrissenen Haut. 

          Ein Gesicht taucht aus der Nacht auf: ein Mann, der vor ihm in die Hocke geht. Dunkelblaue Jacke, Schulterklappen. POLIZEI, in weiße Schrift auf der rechten Brust. Er weiß nicht, was die Polizei hier zu wollen hat. Schließlich ist ja nichts passiert, außer... nein, das stimmt nicht. Etwas ist passiert, aber es weicht ihn aus. Seine Gedanken sind glitschig; sie schimmern wie Sommerhitze über Asphalt. Da sind Fetzen: eine verächtliche Stimme, Gelächter, das Klirren von Gläsern. Hat sich wohl selbst umgebracht. Verschüttetes Bier auf der Theke. Joa, besser so, der Freak.

          Und dann der Schmerz.

          „Wass’t los?“, fragt er den Polizisten. Seine Zunge macht nicht mit, liegt träge in seinem Mund. 

          „Junge“, fängt der Polizist an. Leo nickt — versucht, zu nicken. Das ist er. „Das hier geht überhaupt nicht. Du kannst ja froh sein, dass dein Kumpel keine Anzeige gegen dich stellen will.“ Kumpel. Gesichte schwimmen in seinem Gedächtnis. Das waren nicht —

          „Nisch‘ mein Kumm’l“, bringt Leo über geschwollenen Lippen. Die Worte ziehen an seinem Mund, und in seiner Unterlippe sticht ein kleiner, greller Schmerz. Wohl aufgeplatzt — er schmeckt Eisen. 

          Der Polizist seufzt. „Mir egal, ob er das ist oder nicht. Du darfst hier keine Prügelei anstellen, vor allem wenn du dich gar nicht verteidigen kannst. Dann müssen wir hierherkommen, um das Ganze zu unterbrechen, und das könnten wir uns wirklich lieber sparen.“ 

Leos Gedanken stocken ungeschickt nach den Worten. Er versteht nicht wirklich, was dieser Mann ihm sagen will. „‘Sch kammich v’rteidig’n“, beschwert er sich. 

          „Wenn du dich verteidigen könntest, wäre ich nicht hier“, lässt der Polizist ihn wissen. Er schaut Leo aus verengten Augen an, aber aus seinem Gesichtsausdruck wird Leo nicht schlau. „Das nächste Mal sollst du mal anders überlegen, ob das wirklich eine gute Idee ist. Was hast du dir überhaupt gedacht?“ 

          Das Gelächter der anderen Jungen hallt in Leos Ohren. Was ist übrigens dem Schürk passiert?

Er kann sich nicht erinnern, was er sich gedacht hat. Warum er hierhergekommen ist, obwohl die einzige Person, die er hätte sehen wollen, schon längst weg ist. 

[kidgetrash]

Drunk Kidge Confessions - Keith to Pidge!

Character:  Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt

Pairings:  Keith/Pidge

Warnings!:  Drunken shenanigans. Keith's lips had a workout!

Summary: When Pidge is woken by a very drunk Keith at 3am, she gets a very confusing confession!

A/N: thank you for being patient with me waiting for this today! I don't feel much better than I did earlier but I have had a little nap so here you go!

It was almost 3am when Pidge was roused from a deep sleep.  She had only been in bed for maybe an hour, having got engrossed in some new tech they had discovered on the latest planet they had liberated.  From what she understood, or could hear from her lab, the celebrations had gone on almost as long as her research, passing several locals leaving as she returned to her room.  She had assumed, from the peace that reigned, that everyone had retired for the evening.  She realised she was wrong when a rhythmic banging started up on her door and didn’t stop no matter how much she tried to ignore it.  Throwing her pillow off her head she dragged her weary body out of bed and slouched her way to the door.  Hitting the button it slid open and she barely dodged being punched in the face.

‘Whoa, what the hell, Keith?’  She instinctively grabbed his arm and tucked it under her own and bending his elbow backwards, her other hand holding her bayard ready.  ‘I nearly electrocuted you!’

‘Why are you here?’  He demanded, the smell of Dukhivian alcohol rolling off him in waves.

‘Uh, it’s my room.’  She waved behind her as she dismissed her bayard and released his arm.  ‘It’s 3am.  Where else would I be?’

‘Part the aty.’  He waved, muddling his words comically and she pressed her lips together to hide her smile.  She had never seen him drunk before, let alone this drunk.

‘And why would I go to the party when I had so much new tech to go over?’  She asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer but getting one anyway.

‘Mith we at the Duckhaven, Dickhoovia,’

‘Dukhivian?’  She suggested and he nodded emphatically.

‘That!  You were supposed to be there.’

She was relieved he seemed to have sorted his words out for at least one sentence so far, and shrugged.  ‘You know I’m not a fan of those things, and I’d rather be off in my lab.  If you needed me you could have called over the intercom or come and got me.’

‘Nope.  No.  I needed you.  There right there.  With me.’

‘If you’d let me know I’d have come along, but I figured this was like all the other meet and greets; wall to wall boredom.’

His hands clamped down on her shoulders, making her jump, as he leaned down into her eye line.  ‘Do you know what Dukebeehives end of a toast looks like?’

‘Like a crust?’  She wrinkled her nose in confusion.

‘No!’  He shook his head vehemently.  ‘A drinky toast!  Cheers!’  He demonstrated before returning his hand to her shoulder.  ‘It.  Looks.  Like.  This.’  He ducked his head and pecked her rapidly on the lips, leaving her wide eyed stunned.  Well, that was her first kiss, from her crush no less, and she barely had time to enjoy it.

‘Um…what just happened?’

‘The Dackholes!  They kiss the person next to them before they drink!’

‘Ohhh.’  She said in realisation.  ‘Who were you sat next to?’

‘Oh, we sidn’t dit.’  He shook his head again.  ‘We were jingling!’

‘Mingling?’

‘That!’  He gave her a gentle shake as she got it.  ‘They made so much toast that my lips are sore and that’s not even the worst part!’

Pidge rested her hands on his wrists, gently moving his arms back down to his sides.  ‘This is all great, Keith, but I’m sure you can tell me the worst part tomorrow.  When you sober up.  You should get to bed.’

‘Good idea.’  He pushed past her into her room and started taking off his boots.

‘Your bed!  Not my bed!’  She hurried after him, the door sliding closed behind her.

‘So, the worst wort.’  He continued as he pulled off his jacket.  ‘I kissed Lance.’

She pulled on his arm, it wasn’t that she hadn’t ever considered Keith taking his clothes off in her room, but it certainly wasn’t in these circumstances.  ‘Stop taking your clothes…you kissed Lance?!’

‘And Hunk.  And Allura.  And Shiro.  And Coran.  His moustache is rougher than it looks.  And so many Dollhousians.  Did you know they have four lips?!’  Despite her best efforts he had managed to get his jeans down to his knees and he sat on the bed to shove them off the rest of the way.  ‘But if you’d been there it would have been fine!’  He bounced himself back into the crumpled bedcovers before flopping onto his back with his arms out.

‘I’m going to get Shiro.’  She said uncertainly, starting to back away from the bed where the beginning of her favourite dream of Keith in just his t-shirt and underwear was laying in her bed, but he moved faster than she thought he ought to be able to, given how alcoholically impaired he was.

‘No, don’t leave me again!’  He pulled her towards him until her knees hit the mattress, preventing her from going any further.  ‘You can’t leave me again.’  He said the latter quietly, as though he were truly afraid for her to go, and it made her protestations die in her throat.

‘Okay, I’ll stay.’  She sat down on the side of the bed.  ‘But you know when someone makes a toast you don’t have to drink the entire glass, right?  They’re not shots.’

‘If you had to kiss Lance you’d drink it like shots too.’  He grumbled, pulling on her arm to try and get her onto the bed.  ‘Come on, you sleeped we have to sleep.’

‘I said you have to sleep.’  She tried to resist his pull, as tempting as it was.  ‘And I still don’t get how me being there would make things any better.’

‘Because,’ he gave her serious eyes, as serious as they could get given how glassy they were, and doubled his effort to try and get her onto the bed.  ‘If you had been there,’

She allowed him to pull her to him, going onto her knees before sitting back on her feet in front of him.  ‘If I had been there?’  She prompted him as he seemed to have lost his train of thought, his eyes darting over her face as though looking for something.

‘If you had been there I could have stayed by your side.’  He said without hesitation, his voice low and reverberating in the close quarters they found themselves in.

‘That would just have given you one more person to kiss.’  She gave him a sideway smile, realising the flaw in his logic.

‘Not one more.  Just one.  Just the one I always want to kiss.’

Pidge frowned, confused as to whether what she was hearing was what she thought he was implying.  ‘You’re going to need to be clearer on that, Keith.’

He didn’t reply, not with words anyway.  He pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers, a simple kiss but Pidge’s eyebrows shot up as her eyelids lowered, a soft murmur emitting from her throat.  He pulled away just far enough to see her as clearly as he could manage.  Her cheeks had turned a glorious pink colour that reached all the way to her ears, her eyes were still closed, her lashes resting on her cheeks, and a sigh slipping through her slightly parted lips.  ‘Clear enough?’

‘Not really.’  She fluttered her eyes open.  ‘All I hear is you saying you’d rather I’d been there because you think I’m the lesser of a lot of evils.’

He closed his eyes and shook his head then thought better of it as a spell of dizziness came over him.  ‘No, that’s not it.’

‘Please, Keith.  Just sleep.’  She whispered, her voice choked with emotion.  ‘Because I can’t deal with you doing this, not when it’s just to make you feel better about what happened tonight.’

‘Not that either.’  He took a deep breath, hoping it would clear his head, but it failed miserably.  ‘It’s because you’re you that I wish you’d been there tonight.  That I wish you were with me every night.  All the time.  That I could do this any time.’  He kissed her again, still just their lips against one another but this time he lingered, his hands releasing her so he could wrap his arms around her and pull her closer.

Pidge could taste the alcohol on his lips, the fervour of his actions making her resolve melt.  She bunched his shirt up in her hands, not knowing what else to do, as so many new feelings and emotions scorched through her.  His fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head to one side and the new angle had her stomach and lower things clench.  She could never have guessed that such a simple kiss could have this affect on her.

Keith continued to kiss Pidge for some time, allowing her to catch her breath before going in again, kissing her senseless.  Eventually, even through her scrambled synapses, common sense reared its ugly head.  She tapped his chest and leaned back, staring at him in disbelief as he tried to get back to her lips.

‘You gotta hold your horses for a minute there, Keith.’  She managed, trying to ignore the way his fingers were stroking through her hair and trailing up and down her spine.  ‘I don’t know what’s going on here.’

He huffed out a huge sigh, as though he were frustrated with her confusion.  ‘What’s going on is you ruined what could have been a perfectly good evening of me kissing the girl of my dreams and now we’re making up for it.’  He leaned in but she put her hand over his mouth.

‘Just pretend I’m, like, Lance level intelligence when it comes to this kind of thing.  Spell it out.’  She removed her hand slowly, giving him raised eyebrows of encouragement.

‘I,’ he kissed her beside her lips, ‘am,’ her cheek, ‘madly,’ by her ear, ‘deeply,’ her jaw, ‘in love,’ moving back towards her lips, ‘with you.’  He fit his lips to hers as he said the last and she let him, allowing herself to enjoy this, even if it was just for the moment and through drunk ramblings.

The thing that brought Pidge back to reality with a bump was when Keith’s tongue brushed against her lips and she knew she had to stop.  She didn’t want either of them to regret this, and if he were serious they could talk once he sobered up, but this had to stop.

‘Keith?’

‘Mmm?’  He kissed at her lips again and when they didn’t respond how he wanted he moved to kiss across her jaw towards her neck.

‘Can we just leave this until morning?  If you still feel the same in the cold light of day we can work things out then?’

He stopped his path across her skin and leaned away from her, giving her a considering look.  ‘If we sleep you’ll let me kiss you all I want?’  He asked, his eyes pleading for her to say yes.

‘If that’s what you really want, then yeah.’  She nodded, certain he would change his mind.  ‘But I have to say this once.  I love you too but if you wake up and want this to just be something that happened that we both move past, then that’s fine too.  No regrets.’

‘No regrets.’  He agreed with a smile and a nod before pulling her down with him into the covers and settling her against him.  ‘And I’m going to tell you that I love you again in the morning, but you have to stay right here to sleep.’

‘Deal.’  She sighed, knowing this might be the closest she ever got to Keith being her own and that she doubted that confession would ever come.  It didn’t take long for them both to fall asleep, cosy in one another's arms.

[alex-a-fans]

BTTF OC ALERT: Albert Ryan

The silly. The goofy. The Albert.

And a mass post about him :) + Art

(Mentions of alcohol and drugs.. Manhattan project. )

If you have any questions, requests, feel free to ask!!!

Update: 3 slots for the week of fluff are empty! 1 is already done, other is in progress. So if you want one with him, feel free to ask!

Not my best work, but still good and it's still better than the one I did last year. (Don't even try to look for it, I did not post it :))

This silly guy began his journey outside Hill Valley. He always had a good relationship with his parents. So in collage when he could, he always returned home to visit.

Albert is confident, grounded, sometimes even sarcastic and passive-aggressive if the situation demands it. He also can just sense if the person is up to no good. (Even when Wisdom had not done anything, Albert despised him) Also a very protective person.

Majored in Medicine and became a surgeon

Relationship with Emmett (30's 40s' 60s')

Here he is known as docs ex. But he and Emmett were definitely healthier than Emmett and Edna.

They were roommates. (If you know, you know.) Medical school and ACTS&CM (American College of Technical Science & Complicated Math) share dorms.

They were that couple those roommates who went to random parties of people they did not know. Then, they have their own adventure of going back to their dorm room, with one being drunk, and the other being high. (And that's how Doc discovered the wonders of drugs and later on LSD (I do not promote drugs) )

That is how it all went until the 40s' when Emmett got an offer to work for the Manhattan Project. Meanwhile, Albert got a job offer outside of the state. Long distance did not work. Even if they don't want it, they part ways.

The out-of-state work did not last long, So Albert returned to Hill Valley in the 1950s, when they again reunited. But no longer to the same extent.

Albert did not live far from Emmett in the 1960's, so he saw when Emmett's house burned down.

There are three possible timelines for Albert:

A) Worts one:

Albert develops drinking issues before they break up, and that is the main reason of them splitting up. Then Emmett works on Manhattan.

B) The one above:

Emmett works for Manhattan project, Albert gets a job offer, they split up on good terms.

C) The best one:

Emmett works on the Manhattan Project, but they do not split up. Albert gets a job in Hill Valley in the mean time. And in the 1975 they adopt Marty.

Appearances:

Quite a fireproof laboratory. As the neighbor.

Doctober day 21: Improvement

McFly July day 31: Free day

Other

While writing this, I was listening to Lithuanian songs, and now I think I found how Albert sounded in the 1930s and the 1940s. Best song fr fr (Žiema Vasara)

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

☾ : favourite word from your language

✓ : funniest word in your language

<– do ask game

OMG, zrób to, jestem ciekawe!!

Translation:

<– for ask game

OMG, do this, I'm curious!!

~Wren

Oh jetzt muss ich nachdenken!! Mein Wortschatz auf Deutsch ist nicht mehr so groß, ich wohne hier schon seit nem guten Jahrzehnt nicht mehr.

Ich musste jetzt ernsthaft erstmal googlen, was denn eigentlich coole deutsche Wörter sind xD

Schnapsidee ist ein schönes Wort. Auf Englisch kann man nicht so einfach sagen, wenn eine Idee einfach nur scheiße ist, und man vermutlich betrunken war, als man darauf gekommen ist. :D

Gemütlich ist noch so eins - da gibts kein englisches Equivalent für. Am ehesten noch "comfortable" aber das ist nicht dasselbe. Meine Schwester hat früher das Wort "Geruhsamlich" sich ausgedacht, bedeuted dasselbe nur noch mal auf die Spitze getrieben.

Und das lustigste Wort ist definitiv "Verschlimmbessern" oder das Nomen davon, "Verschlimmbesserung". Ich find es so lustig, dass es ein Wort dafür gibt, wenn man mit noch so guter Absicht trotzdem alles falsch macht.

Und wie siehts bei dir aus? Sag mir doch mal, was deine Lieblingsworte sind auf Polish <3

(Translation:)

Oh now I have to think! My German vocabulary isn't that big anymore, I haven't lived here in over a decade.

I actually had to google cool German words for this xD

"Schnapsidee" (lit. schnapps idea, liquor/booze idea) is a beautiful word. In English there's no easy way to say that an idea is simply shit, and you were probably drunk when you came up with it. :D

"Gemütlich" is another one - there is no real English equivalent. The closest is "comfortable" but it's not the same. My sister made up the word "Geruhsamlich" when she was little, which means the same, just even more.

And the funniest word is definitely "Verschlimmbessern" or the noun, "Verschlimmbesserung". I find it so funny that there's a word for when you come in with such good intentions and still manage to do everything wrong.

And how about you? Please tell me what your favourite words are in Polish <3

[boyfhee]

Okay I js read Candlelit and I am going to rant now.

Can we talk abt the fact that sunghoon is so loser in this like LMFAOOOOOO but he's so bitchy and sassy to fr like man wtf. sunghoon calling jay and player and not even two minutes later we read how he has a new girl in his arm every 3 days was so 💀💀💀 and him saying “good think, i’m not looking forward to be liked by you,” like mhm you're gonna eat your words park trust me.

AND I LOVEEE HOW YOU ADDED HIS THOUGHTS SM INTO THIS. also he is such a fucking snitch bc No way did he tell y/n mom she was smooching someone like fawk yew. and the way he kept on getting jealous over jay like him texting back that classmate as y/n was talking on the phone and she mentioned jay

BUT THNE THE THING THE GIRL SAID??? I WAS LIKE NOOOOOOOOOO JAY WTF NO HOW COULD YOU. also y/n needs to chuck his beer out fr bc why is this man always drinking it. Like it makes your mouth stink so bad fr.

HIM STUTTERING WHEN HE COMPLIMENTED Y/N god he’s such a loser fr. love my loser men so much fr

ong this paragraph was so fucking cute "“she went on a date with jay,” he responds in the most miserable and sullen voice known to mankind. his shoulders practically slouching at the mention of he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned, finger tracing the rim of the glass in front of him with incoherent whines falling off his lips." like Chat why is this so cute omg

THE FACT THAT HE CRIED OVER Y/NGOING ON A BLIND DATE WHEN HE GOT DRUNK? OMG THIS IS TOO FUNNY FR. Then Y/n getting her heart broken like noooooooooo :( I am going to find you jay from this fic. AND IT BEING A BET LIKE UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH but at least he apologized so meh

okay now here are some of the best sentences in this part of the fic.

“you’re cute, and it’s eating his brain cells.” 

“of course, do you think i’d ask you to cook when you look like you went through a divorce and lost the custodies of all your three kids?”  (okay why is he so Sassy.)

“focus on my lips,” (I fainted.)

“we’ll stop when the candle goes out,” (I hope The Candle is Immortal LIKE OUWAHONDOWWQIOFUAGFGBAUFNJKBGVHP9IQEJ298RYUO3ENAL)

now here is the worst paragraph here. “it was a mistake,” he cuts you off immediately, a heavy pause following shortly after. he looks up in your eyes for the first time since the morning. “let’s just forget it,” Trust me when i say that I am going to Find You

AND THE ANGST? OMG THE ANGST? IT WAS SO. LIKE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS SUNGHOON. YOU'RE SUCH A JERK. but then the fluff >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

oh god when he did this “i’ve got it so bad for you, yn, really,” —he speaks as if he’s out of breath due to the nervousness— “really bad. i tried to keep you out of here,” he said, pointing at his chest, cheeks flushing red as the words fell off his lips. “but you won’t go, you just won’t.” LORDY LORD LORD I AM BLUSHING.

Cece you ATE DOWN with this fic. it was so fucking good and I'm in love fr.

— 🧸

HELLO TEDDIE NONNIE I'M AB TO FRAME THIS ON MY WALLS 🙁🙁🙁🙁 you're so sweet TT thank u sm for reading my silly lil fic i love u mwah ♥︎

loser sunghoon is truly the best sunghoon ^^ i think i could've done better with the characterisation but oh well, that's done is done :"> he's such a snitch .. AND JAY PLEASE ofc i had to give him a redemption arc and make him apologise like in no universe will that man something like that :< he's too sweet to play with someone's feelings

to be very honest, i worte that fic only for the make out part 🙏 the 'we'll stop when the candle goes out' part is my fav and the reason why i wrote this fic lmfao. also i really wanted to add more angst and go in-depth with the no-contact period but that would've added another 5k and i litch was only looking forward to finish writing this asap ><

AND THE CONFESSION YESSSS my fav :D again, so so thank you for leaving this sweet sweet feedback, i love u sm and i'm happy u enjoyed reading it :D

[hydrajones]

TLDR: Flowey is a traumatized child with time travel powers. The darkners are very much NOT that. That's the difference. At least in my opinion.

Rambling and explanations under the cut

I've always interpreted Flowly "not having emotions" as the result of trauma. He does have emotions, he just has trouble recognizing them or expressing them- for example, the alarm clock dialouge that reveals he would take care of Toriel after she got blackout drunk. Or the way he runs away when Frisk refuses to kill him after the Omega Flowy fight.

Another thing is that when he first becomes Asriel again after absorbing the souls, he still acts like a massive jerk until Frisk forcibly wakes him up from his Chara delusions.

When it comes to Flowey acting like that, I've always thought that was because of the power to reset (combined with trauma of course). Flowey is a narrative foil to Frisk- and by extension the player. The temptation to reset and see what will happen if you kill one person- or everyone -is part of the Undertale experience. Flowey at one point even says "I've befriended everyone. I've killed everyone" in one of his monologs about how bored he is with "playing" with the monsters. So he's ment to show what happens when someone looses their empathy and uses the power of resets to treat the people around them like toys.

Obviously, that's not an "in universe" explanation for his actions. But that circles back to trauma. The temptation to reset was a factor- I think Flowey slowly got more creul over time as the result of resets essentially giving him no consequences for his actions. But at the root (heh) of it all, Flowey is an incredibly traumatized child who was brought back to life in the body of a flower, found himself with much lower empathy and struggling to feel any kind of positive emotion, and the power to control time. He then coped with his situation in the wort way possible, becoming cruel to feel some semblance of happiness in his sadistic glee.

Darkness on the other hand, do not have unholy amounts or trauma, are in the bodies they have had, never died, never had their emotions suddenly change for the worse, and do not have time travel powers. Of course they're nicer than Flowey!

I know i know, undertale and deltarune are different universes, but why flowey that does not have a soul acted that way but the darkners that also dont have a soul are somewhat nicer and have feelings?

[ishityoun0t]

The qay Samantha goes to bed at 9pm everyday and she stayed on the phone with me for 3hrs until it was 12am so she could be the first one to wish me happy bday and SHE SANG HAY BDAY ON THE PHONE.

Cant recall anyone everr being this hyped over my bday. Im dyinnnnng. The amount of gifts she got me.

JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im sorry for the times

[amorgansgal]

Hiya! I adore your writings! I wanted to ask how would the boys confess to their crush?

Aww, thank you! :D I have done Arthur, Sean and Micah for this ask, I hope that's ok. Hope you enjoy! It's mostly all SFW, though Micah is... Micah.

It's Just a Little Crush!

Arthur Morgan

You’ll be lucky if you ever find out!

The man will first repress any feelings he has for you, chalking things up to just being impressed with your skills and appreciating the work you do around camp. He doesn’t ACTUALLY have feelings for you, he just thinks you’re a pretty good person to have around.

But truth be told, he finds himself making excuses to stay in camp when you’re there or riding out with you on jobs. He’s something of a worry wort and keeps an eye on you, then feels bad for looming over you like a hawk!

When he has to stay away from camp he thinks fondly about your smile and laugh, and how much you make him smile and laugh. He misses the sound of your voice, the way you affectionately pat his arm and feed his horse peppermints when you think Arthur isn’t watching.

Really, it’s only when he’s away from you that he realises how he’s fond of you and debates for an eternity about telling you how he feels.

If he’s unable to move pass how he feels, then he might tell you, but it could be a year or more until he actually does reveal all!

If he does, he’s very earnest, but also terrified that you might reject him. He’ll nervously glance up at your face, trying to guess what you’re thinking and feeling.

‘Ain’t goin’ to lie anymore, darlin’, I’ve grown sweet on ya. Have felt that way for a while. I know I ain’t a good man, don’ deserve ya, but I do… like yer quite a bit.’

Sean MacGuire

Subtlety is Sean’s middle name, so he behaves very gentlemanly and takes things slow and…

Ah! Who am I kidding?

Sean adores you and thinks you and the whole world ought to know about that. But as per Sean, he can’t tell you in private and be earnest and sweet about it, he waits until he’s absolutely drunk.

He stands up on a table, with several people yelling at him to get down or be careful, and he proclaims to all there how beautiful/handsome you are and that you’re the best person he’s ever met and you bring joy to his life and he’s going to marry you someday!

Everyone assumes it’s just a bit of a joke and you get some teasing you about it. But Sean manages to fall off the table, kicking his boot off into Charles’ face and dislocating his shoulder in the process!

With all the drama, Sean’s loud declaration is entirely forgotten! By the time Sean has his shoulder moved back into place, drunk another bottle of whiskey for the pain and then slept until morning, he has forgotten he even said anything.

You manage to bring him breakfast and he beams on seeing you, then frowns his sore arm and the sling it’s in. But he grins at you pretty quickly.

‘Must’ve been a hell of a night!’

‘Yes,’ you bite back your laugh. ‘You might have said something about me being the most beautiful/handsome person you know and bringing joy to your life and wanting to marry me.’

Sean’s eyes go as wide as saucers and for once he’s a little lost for words! He does actually feel that way though hadn’t quite anticipated he would tell you like that. He manages a nervous giggle. ‘Well, guess that’s all true… though maybe we should just go for a meal in Valentine, get t’ know each other a bit more, then think about marryin’!’

Micah Bell

Micah is frustrated and annoyed when he realises he has developed feelings for you. He considers romantic attachment a waste of time and something that will slow him down, make him sloppy and foolish.

He ain’t like Morgan, he’s not got a soft heart.

After his realisation, he’s a lot colder and crueller to you. It’s almost as though he makes more effort to be especially mean and targeted against you. Frustratingly, you don’t really say or do anything in your defence, just roll your eyes and ignore him. Which makes him feel… funny at any rate. If you at least were angry or bitter with him he would stop feeling the way he does.

He also begins to flirt more with the women in camp, making more salacious comments and not being afraid to leer at the girls. And he always makes sure you can both see and hear what’s going on.

You ain’t better than them and you certainly ain’t better than Micah Bell.

It’s not until he finds you cracking jokes with Arthur Morgan, of all people, and laughing, that his blood boils and he drags you off.

‘Fine! Goddammit. I like ya and if I catch you talkin’ with Morgan again, you won’t like what I do sweetheart-’

You don’t seem fussed, you lean against a tree, then smirk and raise a brow. ‘What will you do?’

His heart pounds heavily in his chest and he places two hands beside your head, trapping you in. ‘That ain’t your concern. Don’t let me catch you with him.’

[rainytea]

Gilbert Nightray X Fem! Reader Headcanons!

Rating: SFW & NSFW

Tags/CW: Fluff, some minor master/servant play, minor pet play. Mostly soft Gilbert :D

A/N: This was requested a LONG time ago from the same person who requested the Vincent Nightray HCs! Sorry it took so long to get to Gilbert!

Gilbert was my first crush on an anime character so I am honored to write for this fine man!

Gilbert Nightray X Fem!Reader Headcanons

SFW

Gilbert is a shy boy regardless of how long you two have been together!

Seriously, I don't think I could see Gilbert without a blush on his face when you are next to him. Even the sound of your name makes his face red!

You probably work at Oz's mansion, or at least go on missions with the trio, so he sees you a lot. 

He'll try to play it off as the cool guy he thinks he is, but everyone knows he reverts back to that docile child he used to be when you're mentioned.

Alice even caught Seaweed-Head smiling after spending the afternoon with him. Disgusting.

He had a crush on you first, but he had no idea how to tell you. He worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you, so kept those feelings to himself, even if he wanted to scream it to you.

He still worries that he isn’t good enough for you, but he tries every day to show you all the love he can.

Gilbert is dense af. You are the one who needs to tell him that you love him or it will fly over his handsome head.

If he doesn’t see you a lot, he tries to write to you, or at least make up time with you so you don’t feel so lonely.

He will definitely forgive you if you shoo away any cursed cat! They’re so scary! 

If you are a cat lover, you must do it when he’s not around! He doesn’t want to see you cuddle with the enemy! 

He's a total worry-wort too!

One time, you decided to go with Alice after she dragged you to get food and Gilbert nearly shot Alice for keeping you so late.

Oh yeah, prepare to get roasted by literally everyone. Not because it upsets you. It’s because it upsets Gil lol.

With him worrying too much, it might cause you two to bicker. He’s like a mother hen. You two are quick to forgive though since you know deep down Gilbert really loves you and just wants the best for you.

His favorite past-time with you is laying under the trees with his head in your lap, or you laying on his chest. Not a lot is said, maybe some small talk, but he adores how you can bring his chaotic life such peace.

While I see him as the type to enjoy PDA, he would be so stiff and flustered that it comes as awkward and as if he didn't like it.

He really does love it, but our boy just needs time and reassurance. 

Boy will MELT if you pet his head or play with his hair in private though.

Has a fascination when you wear his coat or his hat. 

His clothes barely fit him! If you want to see a gloomy man turn into a babbling baby, just flash him a smile while wearing his coat and hat. Will turn him into jelly who can’t keep a poker face! He just thinks you're so cute! 

He’s a quiet jealous type. If someone tries to flirt with you, he will glare daggers at them and inch closer until he’s between you too. 

“Y/N, I need your help with something.”

Not really, but he needs you to get tf away from that person and focus on him!

He SOBS over words of appreciation. If you tell him that he means the world to you, he will literally cry (especially if he’s drunk).

He will also return his praise, even going as far as pulling you into his lap so he can just mumble into your ear nothing but how he needs you. 

NSFW

Let’s be honest, Gilbert is probably a virgin

He wanted a way for the right person to lose it, and you were perfect for him. 

You think he’s shy about just holding hands? Oh boy…

He really tries to make sex romantic. Rose petals on the red, candlelight, maybe even wine. But Gilbert is still really nervous about messing up and you being turned off, even though he’s hard as a rock.

Gilbert needs you to probably start things because he’s so nervous. But the second your lips are around his cock he starts to relax. 

His dick is really pretty too. It’s clean with almost no hair. What hair there is, is trimmed or short.

His favorite position is cowgirl, or you on top. He gets a great view of you, and it allows you to set the pace on how rough you need it. 

Plus he gets really flustered if you play with his scar and praise him for being a good boy while bouncing on his cock.

Has a praise kink, as well as a mistress/servant kink.

Also big on overstimulation, and edging.

Very vocal if he's on the bottom. 

"Yes! Fuck me I'm your good boy Mistress! Please fuck me harder!

He’s a switch, probably more sub-leaning. But when he does take a dominant role it’s still a gentle dom. 

Sorry mean-dom lovers, I really don’t see Gilbert being cruel or mean to someone he loves. He probably can take it, but not dish it out

That being said, he can get rough when he’s caught up in the moment. He’ll taunt you and call you pet names that sound condescending, but I don’t think he’d ever hurt you. Unless it was like spanking or something mild.

I wonder if Gilbert would get over his fear of cats if you dress in cat ears, a collar, and a tail? Maybe ask him to give you some milk while sucking his cock?

He’s into brat-taming!

Hear me out! Because Gilbert is so serious and gloomy, you probably try to ‘cheer him up all the time.’

Hiking up your skirt when he’s the only one in the crowd of people looking, or leaning over so that your tits are obviously in his face will leave him a mess. But as soon as he tries to tell you to stop, you scamper away. 

The next thing you know Gilbert has had ENOUGH of your brattiness and decides that he’ll need to put you in your place by fucking you in the hallways mercilessly.

“What are you trying to do, kill me Y/N?! You better hope nobody sees us!”

Gilbert is big on aftercare! He will make sure you have a warm towel, water, clothes, and importantly, cuddles! Please do the same for him too!

[twiggystarrdust]

Don't let this adorable face fool you, this gelfling is well known on Thraa by a few names.

"vicious as sun burns"

"grenade girl"

And

"firefly from hell" to name a few, but most people know her as Twiggy. A rather unual name for a gelfling, it's true, but no more usual than her story, but that's for another time.

1. Twiggys favourite drink is definitely wort bottle wine. Getting drunk is actually one of her guilty pleasures, now she has friends to get drunk with. She loves how carefree she feels when she's intoxicated, and wortbottle wine is definitely palatable.

2. Twiggys favourite flavour is mildly salty.

3. Her favourite food is one of her own inventions, "double down dog", a hot dog covered in her own special sauce, with a very secret ingredient to make it delicious.

4. She only usually eats one meal a day actually, and that's breakfast. Occasionally she will eat again later in the day, but that's only really when Griddle asks her out for dinner, and she can't say no to that.

5. So many food questions! Twiggy can't stand stew since she had a bad experience after eating it once, it put her off it for life.

6. Spice isnt a problem.

7. She's a massive animal lover, but her favourite is her pet Muski, Fletcher.

8. Most of the time twiggy will just fall asleep in whatever she was wearing that day.

9. Because of her wings twiggy often sleeps on her stomach.

10. She's a morning person - always the first one awake and making everyone breakfast.

11. Luckily she's a heavy sleeper, so in the little time she does sleep she gets plenty of rest. She's also really good at falling asleep while travelling on a cart, the motion puts her to sleep.

12. I mean, twiggy would most likely go out and play in the rain no problem, but if she really doesn't want to get wet you'll find her talking to her friends, asking them 101 questions to learn more about them and their past, caring for her animals or cooking

13. Twiggy loves the smell of fresh sawdust, and it's totally not because she has a crush on the carpenter...

14. Twiggy smells like animal dander, sweetened cough medicine and wet moss, although when she bleeds a strong smell of candyfloss fills the air.

15. Twiggy will bathe when reminded, but usually potter's around with a layer of dirt on her.

16. She's quite proud of her cooking skills, although she knows other people who are much more skilled.

17. Twiggy loves the festival of the lunar death, which holds a lot of resemblance to earth's Halloween.

18. Same as above?

19. Twiggy loves to receive gifts although she's never good at showing her appreciation because she never expects them. When she gives gifts it's never for thanks

20. Twiggy is SMALL. the shortest in her coterie, but she doesn't let that stop her. She embraces her size and makes up for it in intimidation