#in game the koala is on her back too in a sling... that's where i belong....

[cavswife]

HIIIIII GRIDLOCK ELITE RELEASED TODAY WITH NO WARNING AT ALL FROM UBI???? SHE LOOKS SO EXTRA STUNNING??? AND THE LITTLE FUCKING KOALA???? I'M LICKING THE SWEAT AND SOOT OFF HER FACE RIGHT NOW DO NOT LOOK AT US!!!!!!

[je-mama]

This is my first ever real fic, so spare me if there's spelling mistakes and all that sort of stuff X)

This is like dad Daryl-ish, where he meets a little girl and soon enough becomes her "father", or that's what it feels like.

Warning: nothing rlly

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"Rachel!" You heard your mother whisper to you, pulling you into a closet.

"What are you doing mama?" Rachel asked, looking up at her mother who's pushing herself into the closet aswell.

"We're going to play a game of silence, yeah? Who stays silent the longest wins, ready?" She whispered into her ear, holding her close. Rachel nodded, keeping her mouth shut, not knowing what was going on.

Soon they both heard people breaking into the store they've been hiding in, and due to the sudden noise, Rachel starts to tug her mother's shirt.

"Mama?" She whispered, but quickly shut up when her mother puts her hand over her mouth.

And soon, the closet door flew open, her mother taken out and Rachel being left alone, in a cold, dark closet. All she heard for the last few minutes were her mother's prayers, praying them to not hurt her baby girl, to leave her alive.

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A few days later Rick, Daryl and Glenn went on a run for food, water, whatever is and will be useful.

Rachel was still in that same closet, hungry, cold and absolutely terrified. But then she heard people come close. So she decided to carefully step out of it.

At the sudden noise, Daryl, who is grabbing some canned meat, turns his head around. Only to see a little girl whose no older than 7.

"What're ya doing here?" He asked, frowning at the little girl.

Which Rachel didn't reply to, only staring at him before taking a step back. She shook her head, too afraid to talk.

"C'mere kid, I ain't gonna hurt you." He mumbled, holding his hand out.

"No talking to strangers." Said Rachel, knowing that her mother taught her to never talk to people she doesn't know.

"You saw me, I saw you. We ain't strangers no more." He said in a slightly annoyed tone, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"We got a save place, food, water, shelter..." He added, walking towards the little girl.

"C'mon. Just come. We're gonna get food for ya." He said as I held his hand out once again and Rachel took his hand into hers this time.

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Daryl, Glenn, Rick and Rachel all came back to Alexanderia, where others were surprise that a little girl came by.

Everyone accepted Rachel though, and Daryl took her in. Mainly because Rachel trusts him, and wouldn't let go off his side, like a damn koala.

But he'll gladly accept it, if she's happy he's happy, if she thinks of him as her father then she's his daughter.

"Kid. I gotta go." I mumbled, trying to get her to listen.

"No! Dont go!" She whined, holding onto his hand.

"I'll be back soon. Might get ya a toy or sum'." He sighed, pushing her hand away before walking off, leaving Rachel alone.

She doesn't like being alone, not after her mother died, but she's willing to accept it since she might get a new toy.

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Hours later Daryl came back, putting his crossbow on the coffee table before taking a deep breath.

"Rachel! Come 'ere!" He called out, which Rachel heard and ran towards her father.

"Yeah?" She said with a smile, hoping she got a new toy.

"Got you somethin', you like cats right?" He asked, which Rachel nodded excitedly to.

"Here ya go." He said as he gave her a cat plushie.

Rachel quickly took it from him, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Thank you! Thank you daddy!" She smiled wider, hugging the plushie to her chest.

She hugged Daryl soon after, which Daryl first reacted a bit uncomfortable with but soon enough hugged her back.

"Glad you're happy with it." He whispered, smiling softly as he saw his daughter with a bright smile on her face.

[dylan-duke]

Nah Lukey and Nora are besties. Like ride or die that’s her Lukey and his Nora. Aside from her dad, Luke is her ultimate comfort person. She could literally just sit next to him whilst he’s gaming and not paying any attention to her and be happy as larry. Reckon they even have one of those sling things and even though she’s too big for it to be the swaddle kind of thing, she hops onto his back, he wraps her up and she just hangs out clung onto him. She’s like a koala with him 24/7 sling or not, but when it’s a warm day at the lake and Luke and the boys are playing pool and as much as she promises, everyone knows she certified to fall asleep. She’s never been dropped and never as a baby but every time she’s fallen from height it’s because she’s been perched on her Lukey and they’re both so comfortable that suddenly she’s hitting the floor with a bump, Quinn is ripping Lukey a new one and Nora is just so so mad at her dad like how dare you be mean to my pookie (another random one, pookie def comes from pukey bc Nora is so comforted by luke that newborn Nora would need Lukey to wind her and thus every time they’re together, she pukes on him, like when she swallowed lake water or had a tummy ache and would only tell Luke that she def shouldn’t of eaten that extra cake and yh Luke concurs)

OH MY GOD THE END

SHE DEF PUKES ON HIM!

when shes really little its cause she gets excited and cant help it and just throws up on his front

then theres a time when shes sick and won't let go of him so she throws up on him again

and maybe theres another instance where she suffers from a concussion and luke is looking after her while quinn calls her doctor and she pukes on him again

she def goes to class one day and is like, "this is my uncle pukey. i call him that cause i throw up on him sometimes," and her teacher calls quinn and is like ?!!! and quinn just has to explain that she gets so excited when she sees her uncle that she sometimes throws up and that its normal

[kiseki-no-scenarios]

hi!! can I have hc’s for how the GoM + Kagami would make out with their s/o? 🥺🥺

Of course you may! Please enjoy :) 

Note: After I finished this I realized it wasn’t always regarding makeouts, but also kisses in general...sorry!! 

GOM + Kagami Makeout Headcanons

Akashi

Likes to give you gentle pecks to start things off, usually transitioning from a soft forehead or cheek kiss to a kiss right by the side of your lips

His hands are in constant contact with you, whether it be cupping your cheeks, holding you by the shoulders, or his fingers just gently stroking your neck

Really enjoys being somewhat of a tease by setting the pace, smirking when he listens to your whines for him to keep kissing you

He’ll play around a bit, then when you’re not expecting it he presses a deep kiss on your lips, pulling back with a resounding smack

I can definitely see Akashi tilting his head slightly and licking his lips as he watches you blush cutely in front of him

“Allow me to savor your taste on my lips for just a bit longer, my Empress…”

Midorima

Definitely stubborn and I can’t see him being much into PDA, sometimes you’ll get Takao to distract him just enough so you can sneak a kiss to his cheek

He has a slightly delayed reaction, blushing a millisecond after he realizes what you just did, pushing up his glasses and turning his face away from you while attempting to scold you for your “inappropriate public behavior”

In private, he’s more receptive to you and he employs his kissing as a way to get you to stop annoying him when he’s trying to study, after you’ve been clinging to his neck and complaining about how he’s not paying you any attention

Will turn his head and press his lips to yours, then say something about getting you to finally shut up while pretending to not be embarrassed or blushing at all

In the rare moments where he loses his cool, probably from watching you glued to your phone texting Takao and getting jealous, he’ll grab you by the front of your shirt and tug just enough to get your attention to him

Once he slips off his glasses, you know this boy’s gonna get serious about your makeout session

“I-It’s not that I wanted to kiss you or anything…you were getting in the way of my studying…”

Aomine

Fierce, demanding, slightly pushy

Definitely one that will just walk up to you and with no advance notice, sling his arm around your neck and pull you in, kissing you deeply (with tongue!)

Secretly finds it adorable when you start beating your fists against his chest (playfully) to get him to let you breathe

I can definitely see Aomine being a tease and nibbling on your lips or biting, cause he loves the way your lips look swollen and your lip gloss/lipstick smeared from his kisses

Initiates makeout sessions with you with no regard to place or timing, to the point where Momoi has given up trying to get him to stop and just averts her eyes instead

“Heh, babe…I always get what I want, but it looks like you want it pretty bad, too.”

Kise

A whiny, pouty baby that likes to demand kisses

Will call your name loudly and cling to you like a koala, not so silently demanding kisses or pats on the head

Very affectionate and will always try to cuddle up with you when he kisses you, he claims this allows him to hide himself/his face so his fans don’t catch him macking on you in public

Has that jealous streak going for him, and at least in my opinion I can 100% see Kise kabe-doning you against a wall/door/some nearby surface when he gets you alone after you’ve been paying too much attention to the Kaijo team or anyone, really

Knows how to use his good looks to his advantage, definitely the king of switching between his puppy-like persona and the more sexy, mature one

“_____-cchi’s kisses are the sweetest~ Neh, kiss me more and let me hug you tighter!!’

Murasakibara

More of a lazy, taking his time type of guy normally

Likes using his height to his advantage by hugging you from behind, pressing kisses to the top of your head/hair whenever he’s feeling needy or clingy

Has a tendency to not really care about if he just ate chips or not before he kisses you, so you’ll often scold him for having oil on his lips or crumbs around his mouth

Whenever he gets into his jealous mood or if he’s had a particularly intense game, his entire body is able to cage you onto his lap

And he’s very demanding, holding you still and not letting you escape as he relentlessly pursues your lips again and again

“That wasn’t enough, _____-chin…I’m always hungry for you…”

Kagami

I see Kagami as being more open to PDA since it’s pretty common in America, so he doesn’t find it odd when you kiss his cheek or give him a peck on the lips

Probably at the beginning of your relationship he’s a bit more shy and embarrassed when you do it, especially when the Seirin guys tease him or get jealous of him for having a girlfriend

Definitely the guy to kiss you breathless whenever he gets super excited about something, and doesn’t realize what he’s done until after and then he starts stuttering and apologizing for catching you off guard

When he’s really in the mood for a makeout session, he’s very rough and aggressive, maybe not the most elegant kisses (sometimes his kisses get a little off center, etc.) but you can definitely appreciate his eagerness

“How’d I get so lucky for a girl like you, _____? Paying in kisses for my cooking…”

Kuroko (bonus!)

Definitely tastes like vanilla because we all know about how many milkshakes Kuroko drinks on a daily basis

Doesn’t see anything wrong with expressing his affection for you so he’ll be very methodical about kissing your cheek when leaving to go to practice, etc.

The other Seirin guys try to tease him about it, but Kuroko never gets embarrassed or bothered, just blinks at them and asks them why they have an issue with him kissing his girlfriend

Sometimes you might get insecure about whether or not Kuroko really loves you (since he’s got a good control over his emotions), but Kuroko’s definitely very sensitive so he’ll kiss you a bit deeper before scolding you gently

Isn’t one to show his jealousy overtly, but you can tell because he’ll be a little more clingy such as wanting to hold your hand the entire time or having the tiniest pout on his face that only you can tell

“I like kissing you, _____. I hope you feel the same way.”

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[moonstruckbucky]

He’s Just Not That Into You (2/8)

Summary: Loosely based off the movie He’s Just Not That Into You. Fed up with waiting by the phone, the reader finds herself taking dating advice from her “serial dater” neighbor, Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings for Series: Language, mentions of sex as well as full-on smut, angst, pining, some of these guys are douchebags, Steve Rogers being a douchebag (these may change as the series progresses)

Notes: I really hope this story doesn’t flop. I have fun shit planned, okay?

HJNTIY MASTERLIST

The next morning, you were woken roughly by frantic knocks on your door. Falling out of bed, you stumbled to the door, sleepily ignoring the peephole and undoing the deadbolt. You groaned when the door swung open and your neighbor, Steve, hurried inside and closed the door behind him. He leaned against, sighing in what you took to be relief.

“Steve?” you mumbled sleepily. Rubbing your eyes, you stifled a yawn. “What time is it?”

“About 5:15,” he answered, turning to look through your peephole. At his admission, you woke up a little bit more.

“5:30? Steve,” you whined. “I had another whole hour to sleep! What fucking gives?”

“Anyone tell you you’re a peach in the morning?” he snarked without looking back at you.

“Fuck you, asshole. You still didn’t answer my question. What. Gives.”

“There’s a girl in my apartment and she won’t leave. She’s one of those clingy types, you know? Clings like a goddamn koala in her sleep.”

“What the hell is she doing awake at 5:30?” Your voice trailed off as you crossed ‘more sleep’ off your list for today and headed into the kitchen to brew coffee. Steve followed, dropping into a stool at your island.

“She wanted a little wake up call I wasn’t all that willing to give.” His eyebrows raised suggestively, and you scrunched your nose.

Steve Rogers had been in the building since you moved in. Despite his slight arrogance and need to make a joke out of everything, the two of you formed a fast, unusual friendship. Movie nights weren’t spent solo anymore and he even got you into watching football—every game day you could be found in his apartment cheering on the Giants.

“You’re a pig,” you groused. “Coffee?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” He grinned when you gave him an unamused look but slid a mug to him regardless.

“You can fix your own coffee. I’m not fully functioning yet.”

“How did your date go, by the way? What was his name? Ethan? Eddie?”

“Peter?” you tried, rolling your eyes when he snapped his fingers and nodded. The fact that he hadn’t responded to your text last night almost had you frowning, but you thought better of it. He’d probably gone to bed when he got home. “It went great. I think we’re going to set up a second date. He said he’d call me.”

“He kiss ya?” There went his eyebrows into his hairline again.

You felt yourself blushing. “On the cheek.”

Steve scoffed. “What a chump. Date must’ve not gone that well if he’s kissing you on the cheek at the end of the night.”

“Some guys have class, unlike you,” you sneered.

“Uh huh. Hey, you think she’s left yet?” Steve asked before draining his coffee. Standing up from the stool, he stretched, the bottom of his sleep shirt rising to reveal a sliver of his stomach. Glancing away, you busied yourself with washing out the two mugs.

You shrugged. “Hope so. I haven’t had enough coffee to deal with you this early.”

“Wish me luck. Hey, tell me if this Peter guy calls,” Steve called by way of a goodbye. Your door clicked shut a beat later, leaving you in silence in your apartment.

“He’ll call,” you said firmly into the empty space.

You pushed the unwanted social call with Steve out of your head as you got ready for work. Peter still hadn’t responded to your text, but you managed to not think too much into it. Your coworkers dragged you into conversation, effectively keeping your mind away from both Peter and Steve.

“So, Y/N,” asked Sam, rolling left and right in his chair while he twirled a pen in his fingers. “What are you getting down to tonight? Any hot dates?”

That question caused your coworker, Wanda, to poke her head around her computer. “Speaking of dates, how did last night go?”

You smiled sheepishly, cheeks flushing a little, and she squeaked. “It went pretty well, I think. I’m hoping he asks for a second one soon. But to answer your question Sam, no I have no hot dates planned tonight.”

“Good, then you’re coming out with us. We’re overdue for a coworkers’ night out,” he exclaimed. At that, Clint reared back in his chair, bottom lip protruding in a pout, and Sam sighed. “Fine, Clint, you can come too.”

A quiet ‘woohoo’ from the man made you all snicker. Despite wanting to just go back home and curl up on your couch with a movie, you heard yourself asking where Sam had in mind for tonight.

“The Nest, I think,” he replied, a thoughtful look on his face. You frowned a little.

Steve worked at The Nest, a relatively new bar/restaurant with a climbing reputation. You weren’t exactly sure you wanted to see Steve outside your brief passing in the hallway, or whenever he needed to escape a clingy one night stand in your apartment, but Sam wasn’t giving you much of a choice. 

You agreed to ride over right after work before turning back to your computer as it notified you of an email. While you typed your response, your eyes strayed to your phone, which had remained relatively silent all day. No text response from Peter, and despite your better judgment, you picked up the phone.

Thumb opening the text message app, you hesitated in typing out a message.

Hey, I didn’t hear from you last night. Hope we can meet up again soon!

Shaking your head, you erased it, typing out two more messages before finally settling on:

Hey, how is your work day going? Mine’s a drag!

Before you could rethink it, you hit ‘send’, breathing out deeply and dropping your phone back on your desk. ‘Delivered’ appeared under the text bubble, spurring your stomach to flutter anxiously. Now, the worst part, the waiting game.

By the time you shut down your computer, your phone remained silent. No word whatsoever from Peter, and the hopeful, naive part of your brain chalked it up to ‘he’s just busy’. Of course, it was the side you chose to listen to as you packed up your files and stacked them neatly on the end of your desk.

Sighing, you pushed the lack of response from Peter out of your head and leaned patiently on Wanda’s cubicle. She gave you a smile as she swung her purse onto her shoulder, and as you walked by them, Sam and Clint fell into step behind you. You chattered excitedly, stepping out to wait for the Uber Sam called for all of you. The ride over was quick despite the usual city traffic, and before you knew it the car was pulling up to the curb outside The Nest.

The bar wasn’t too crowded when your group walked in, making a beeline for a high top table close to the bar. As you stripped off your coat and hung your purse on the back of the chair, you managed to catch a glimpse of Steve as he mixed a drink for a pair of women. You looked away before he could look up, giving Sam your drink order.

You sat across from Wanda, diving into a gossip-session over your boss, and a few minutes later, Sam returned with your drinks. You took a sip, wincing at the strong bite of alcohol.

“So,” Wanda started, “did you ever ask out that girl from HR?”

The question was directed at Sam, who flushed and ducked his head. Both you and Wanda gasped.

“Don’t tell me she turned down the Sam Wilson charm?” you asked disbelievingly. It was heavily known around the office that Sam was a flirt. As a result, he’d dated a hefty portion of the employees. How he had positive working relationships with all of them still with the company was a mystery you weren’t sure you wanted to solve.

“She did,” he muttered. “Didn’t even let me get halfway through before she told me she didn’t date in the workplace.”

You and Wanda shared grimaces. “Yikes, sorry, man.”

As conversation bounced between the three of you, your gaze strayed around the bar. Steve was slinging drinks, smiling at patrons, but it seemed he hadn’t noticed you yet. Your eyes moved on, your body stilling when you found a familiar, towering frame.

You felt yourself smiling as a grip stretched Peter’s face in response to something his coworker said. Excusing yourself, and without a second thought over whether or not this was a good idea, you got up from the table and began to make your way across the bar.

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[team-free-will-oneshots]

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

Title: Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

Request/Prompt: The reader is a very cold and apathetic hunter. She has worked with the Winchester’s for years and never softened up. One night she gets drunk and it’s like a switch has been flipped-she’s affectionate and happy and just the opposite of her sober self. You can end it there or keep it going and I also don’t care if there’s a pairing or not - @not-zari-tak also heavily inspired by Panic! At The Disco’s ‘Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time’, hence the title!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Some mentions of blood etc at the start, alcohol consumption (!!!), minor swearing if that bothers u (s-word said like twice), also tiny bit of angst at the start but not for long i promise

Word Count: 2,196

note; i kinda got carried away with this one, but hope u like it!!

_____

   You set your jaw at the all too familiar scene before you.

  The corpse was twisted and bloodied, barely even recognisable as human after the gruelling werewolf attack. Worst of all, his fate was your fault.

  He’d been bait - you’d been so sure that your plan would work, and to your credit, it did. But you’d been so cautious, you hadn’t anticipated his untimely demise. Regardless, you knew that no hunt was certain - you’d witnessed firsthand the unspeakable atrocities that could fall upon the most undeserving and unwitting victims. By the time you’d met the Winchesters, you’d been hardened by the cruel hunting life. You’d learned not to dwell on what couldn’t be changed, to always move forward.

  Some might call you cold - you preferred to label yourself ‘resilient.’

  “Well, that’s that,” you remarked, swallowing hard. You wiped your bloodstained hands on your jeans. “Let’s go, yeah?”

  Sam and Dean nodded solemnly, muttering their agreement. They were used to your apathy by now - they understood burying painful feelings more than anyone.

  There was no buoyancy in your step as the three of you trudged towards the Impala, slicing through the balmy night air. Sam’s hand found yours, and you laced your fingers with your boyfriend’s, giving them a comforting squeeze. He offered a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes, before opting to cram his tall frame into the back seat with you.

  The gentle purr of the engine almost lulled you to sleep as you returned to the bunker, where you were quick to shower. As you wiped the mist from the mirror, wrapped in only your towel, your gaze found that of your reflection. Hard, and guarded, in perfect synchronicity with the scars marring your skin - evidence of your hunting lifestyle. You clenched your jaw and turned away from the mirror, running your fingers through your wet hair before changing into your pyjamas and meeting Sam in bed.

  You weren’t one for physical affection, whether public or private, but tonight you inched a little closer to Sam’s chest. He’d fallen asleep almost as soon as he’d hit the mattress, but even in his slumber, his arm found its way around your shoulders. In his resting state, the youngest Winchester seemed to find at least some semblance of peace. His slack jaw and the quiet snores grazing past his lips made you smile, and you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before laying to sleep yourself, your hand tight within his.

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  Barely a week later, you and the Winchesters finally found reason to celebrate.

  The salt and burn was as straightforward as it sounded, and for once, it felt like you had caught a break. And so, the three of you unanimously agreed to stop by the cheapest bar you could find in lieu of returning to the nearby motel.

  The boys were only four drinks in before they challenged you to join them.

  “C’mon, just one,” Dean prompted. “You never have any fun - you deserve one drink, you smashed that research today,” he added encouragingly.

  “Yeah!” Sam supported eagerly, eyes lighting up as you smiled at his overeager expression. “My shout, you want a beer?”

  You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, honey, if I’m drinking, then I’m drinking. Break out the tequila,” you informed him, raising an eyebrow slyly. Sam grinned, whilst Dean looked mostly impressed as you downed shot… after shot… after shot…

  “Okay, maybe it’s time for some water,” Sam interjected, gently taking your seventh shot glass from your hand. You looked up at him with wide doe eyes, suddenly realising exactly how attractive he was.

  “Nooo,” you slurred, surprising yourself as you stumbled. Sam caught you before you could fall, and you beamed up at him. “Thanks!” you exclaimed, and he chuckled.

  “You take a seat. I’ll get you some water, okay?”

  You made a face. “That’s no fun. You gotta get on my level,” you informed him, and he bit back a grin.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah!” you said firmly. Sam moved towards the bar, but you leapt forward and grabbed his arm, clinging to him like a koala. “Wait!” you cried, clutching his arm tightly. He glanced down in concern.

  “What is it?”

  You smiled cheekily. “I wanna hug,” you announced, and Sam laughed as you threw your arms around him. He hugged you to his chest, running his hand lightly down your back as he did so. You nuzzled into his neck affectionately, your body flush against his. You drew away slightly, gazing up at him in admiration.

  “You’re really pretty,” you told him solemnly. He nodded seriously.

  “Thank you. You’re really pretty too, Y/N,” he returned, and you giggled, moving your hand to his neck and pulling his tall frame down to yours in a kiss. He paused in surprise at your blatant affection, but was quick to lean into it, his hands resting on your waist as he kissed you softly. You pulled back with flushed cheeks and bright eyes.

  “You’re a great kisser,” you informed him. “Why don’t we do that more often? Who cares about these people anyway, we’re never gonna see them again!” you rambled, and Sam laughed, kissing your temple affectionately.

  “You’re right,” he allowed, “but I really think it’s time you have some water.”

  “I’ll have some water if you do shots with me,” you bargained. Sam considered for a moment, before nodding.

  “Fine,” he allowed. You obediently drank a glass of water, before the two of you fell into what was certainly a very dangerous drinking competition that resulted in the two of you becoming slurring, stumbling messes of human beings.

  “No, I love you more,” you argued, slinging your arms around Sam’s neck as you held fast to him in a vain attempt to walk straight. Before he could reply, you caught sight of Dean across the bar, clearly flirting with the blonde bartender. “Dean!” you cried in excitement, and he turned around with a raised brow, only to release an oof of surprise as you slammed into him, giving him a firm hug. He returned it as he laughed.

  “Look at you,” he remarked, chuckling, as the two of you drew away. “Someone’s gonna be hungover in the morning - this isn’t like you, Y/N,” he commented, but you brushed him off with a wave.

  “Pshh, this is exactly like me,” you slurred. You turned around to find Sam, only to see him drunkenly attempting to play a game of pool with a guy in a chiffon skirt. He laughed good naturedly as he tossed down the pool cue, obviously having lost a bet. His competition tugged off his shoes - a pair of stilettos - and handed them to Sam with a shit eating grin. Sam held fast to a pole as he kicked off his own shoes and slipped on the heels. Meanwhile, Dean stood to the side, quietly pissing himself with laughter.

  You giggled hysterically as you stumbled towards your boyfriend, your arms looping around his neck as you caught yourself. He almost fell, but you pulled him towards you and met his lips with yours in a sloppy, drunken kiss, all tongue and teeth as the two of you pressed together.

  “I love the heels,” you remarked breathlessly as you drew away, and Sam laughed.

  “I lost a bet, but I totally make them work,” he slurred, and you nodded seriously.

  “Definitely,” you said, your eyes widening in delight as you glanced over his shoulder and out the window to see what was possibly the most exciting sight you had ever witnessed: an abandoned shopping cart.

  “Sam!” you hissed, nodding pointedly towards the cart. His gaze followed yours, and his eyes lit up. The two of you made eye contact, and you didn’t even have to speak before you were both stumbling out to the near empty parking lot.

  By the time you reached the cart, one of Sam’s new shoes were already missing, and the other was missing a heel. Sam held the trolley as you leapt inside, cheering as Sam began to run, pushing the trolley and whooping gleefully as the two of you charged through the empty streets, the night air filled with the metallic rattle of the wheels and your ecstatic cries.

  The two of you found your way back to the motel, sweating and panting between giggles. The two of you stumbled inside, and you patted down Sam’s pockets until you found the room key card. You paused as the two of you found yourselves in an unfamiliar corridor.

  “Where’s our room again?” you asked breathlessly, and Sam shrugged, looking around curiously. You felt a surge of excitement as you saw the waist-high metal gates to the motel pool, the rusted metal peering through strips of peeling white paint.

  “Sam!” you exclaimed, elbowing him sharply to get his attention.

  “Ow! What?”

  “Pool!” you said simply, and your boyfriend grinned before following you as you sprinted drunkenly towards the fence.

  “What are you doing?” he called as you refused to slow down.

  “I’m gonna jump it!” you announced, but the gate seemed to sneak up on you, and before you could stop yourself the metal had slammed into your stomach and you were propelled to the other side. You grunted as you hit the cement, but giggled as you realised you couldn’t feel the pain from the fresh scrapes on your palms.

  “Shit, are you okay?” Sam slurred, fumbling with the gate before finally getting it open in spite of his clumsy fingers.

  “The floor attacked me,” you grumbled as Sam pulled you to your feet, his hands on your waist as he steadied you despite his own swaying stance. You laughed, spinning around and looping your arms around his neck. “Dance with me!”

  His grin was intoxicating as one hand moved to the small of your back, the two of you oscillating unsteadily.

  “Spin me, spin me!” you ordered, hiccuping. He did so, but instead of letting him pull you back, your balance escaped you and you tumbled into the pool with a splash, tugging Sam after you.

  You yelped as the icy, waist deep water engulfed you, but easily got to your feet. You and Sam appraised each other silently, clothes drenched, before bursting into laughter.

  “I can’t believe you two are more wasted than me,” a voice grumbled, and the two of you looked up to see Dean standing at the gate and shaking his head. “Come on, out. You two are getting some water, aspirin, and going to bed,” he said firmly. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head stubbornly.

  “Nuh-uh! Look, there’s plenty of water here!” you informed him, and Sam laughed like you’d just made the funniest joke in the world. Dean groaned, putting his head in his hands.

  “Fine! Just stay here all night, see if I care!”

  You and Sam exchanged glances. “Look like Dean’s mad,” he whispered theatrically, and you erupted in a fit of giggles.

  “I think you’re right! C’mon, let’s get out, I’m cold,” you slurred, taking Dean’s outstretched hand and letting him haul you out of the pool. The moment you were in the motel room, you caught sight of the full bottle of whiskey sitting on the shelf. Your eyes lit up.

  The night was far from over.

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  You woke up on the floor, wearing nothing but your underwear, though your modesty was preserved with a towel. Your head throbbed, your stomach churned, and you groaned. Rolling over, you saw Sam laying next to you with a kid’s party hat strapped to his head, using an empty beer bottle as a pillow.

  A voice laughed, and you turned around with bleary eyes to see Dean sitting on his bed with a cup of coffee and an amused smirk etched onto his features. “Morning,” he greeted with a nod. “How’s the head?”

  You ignored him, moaning as you laid down and threw your arm over your eyes, which were burning with the morning light. Sam stirred next to you, but didn’t awake.

  “What happened?” you mumbled. “I… I remember the pool, then…”

  “Then you and Sam thought, hey, we already can’t taste, let’s share Dean’s whole friggin’ bottle of whiskey,” he said irritably.

  “And my clothes..?”

  “Apparently being in the same room as Sam made you ‘too hot.’” Dean made a face of disgust. “Then you started singing ‘Hot in Herre’ and stripping. And then Sam saw some kids old crappy party hat in the trash, and thought it’d be a great idea to wear it.”

  You chuckled, shaking your head. The pounding in your skull was quick to make you regret the movement. Something hard and plastic hit your chest, and as you lifted it to the light you saw that it was a water bottle, provided courtesy of Dean.

  “Thanks,” you muttered. Sam released a guttural moan beside you.

  “Can you two shut up? I’m so hungover I think I can see sounds.”

  You chuckled, and even as you swallowed back a wave of nausea, you were surprised at your realisation:

  Hungover as you may be, you didn’t regret a single moment of the night before.

[thecreativeangel]

Dating Richie Tozier Would Include...

- This is how you met

- After that, as the school year went on, the group he hung around clicked into place and you were happy to be part of it.

- Bill, Stan and Eddie were confused at why you and Richie suddenly liked each other, but they grew to like you too.

- Sass competitions. All the time.

- Getting Richie out of trouble is your job, usually.

- “WHAT HAPPENED?”

- *Richie, with his heavily ruffled hair, bleeding lip and bruised EVERYTHING.* “I ran into a lamp post?”

- *You raise an eyebrow*

- “…You know how Patrick Hockstetter always brings vodka to school?”

- “Please no.”

- “I may or may not have replaced it with vinegar. And bug replant.”

- “I…I can’t even complain that sounds amazing.” 

- Stealing wearing his glasses.

- He acts pissed off but secretly thinks it’s kinda hot. 

- You help him when his mom having an episode, which happens a lot. Richie actually likes spending the night at your house because:

+ Movie nights™

+ Cuddles for hours

+ Junk food for days

+ Kissing sometimes gets heated, in the best way

+ You randomly boop his nose because fuck it he’s so cute

- When his mom is completely out of control he comes to your house with a hand shaped bruise on his cheek and you feel the urge to march right back to his house and punch her.

- You tried to help but he wouldn’t look you in the eye.

- Gently stroking his bruised cheek until he calms down.

- Richie doesn’t think you noticed that his eyes were red and watery but you did.

+ Even more cuddling

+ He’s the little spoon when he’s sad ‘cuz he likes to have your arms around his waist and you hug him from the back like a koala. You usually sling one leg over his hip and pull him closer 

+ Falling sleep on the couch

- You knew he only cussed to get the attention his mother never gave him, and you cussed right along with him so he wouldn’t feel alone. You knew that he needed attention so you gave it to him.

- Getting super defensive when people at school call him “Bucky Beaver” because of his buck teeth and glasses.

- You never call him this in public for the sake of his “trashmouth, practical joker” imagine but in private his nickname is Bambi because of his big doe eyes.

+ “I swear to god if you call me that one more ti-”

+ “Mmm, sure Bambi.”

+ He secretly loves how softly you say it. 

- You never told the other Losers that you were dating him, until Ben walked in on the two of you making out kissing a bit.

- To quote Ben: “I’m not even going to ask.”

- Over the summer you get a hammock

+ Sleeping on Richie’s chest

+ This boi has one foot on the ground so he can rock the hammock to keep you asleep

+ Cuz he thinks you look adorable when you’re dreaming

- When the missing children reports become too frequent Richie holds your hand a little bit tighter.

- You weren’t there when he was attacked by “It” but you knew something was wrong the moment you saw him.

- When he found a missing kid poster with his face on it in the Neibolt House, you were the one to tell him it wasn’t real. He wouldn’t be forgotten like the other kids as long as you were alive to remember.

+ Also you MAY have grabbed the paper, torn it to pieces, thrown the torn bits on the floor and stomped on them like a rabid donkey. For good measure.

+ *Richie has never felt so many emotions at the same time in his life*

- When Bill and Richie get into a fight after Neibolt House you were there to pick Richie off the ground but he swats your hand away.

- You’re shocked because no one will listen to you and Beverly.

- Trying to explain that IT will kill all of you if you split up. It’s no use. Even Richie stomps away.

- You attempt to pull him back to Bill so they could work it out but he nearly throws you to the ground to get your hand off his arm.

+ So, since his rudeness rubbed off on you, you punched him

+ By “accident”

- And for the entire month that the Losers were split up, so were you and Richie. 

- To get your mind off all the clown shit you went to the arcade. Well a humdidum dumbass is what you are because the arcade is where Richie is. ALL. THE. TIME. 

- But again, his stubbornness rubbed off on you, so even when you saw him, you refused to leave and resorted to avoiding him. You weren’t sure if he saw you; he was really into his game.

- And at 10:30, when the arcade was technically closed, he was still inside. He probably gave the owner money to let him stay. 

+ The arcade to Richie was like a bar to adults; a way to forget.

- You sat on the curb outside the arcade, sipping a slushie. You were supposed to go home, but since the clown at Neibolt you were scared of the flickering street lamps that lined your way home, and the arcade and other shops gave off a nice, bright light.

+ It was comforting in a way. Very aesthetic. 

- And Richie almost falls down on the curb next to you

- You want to be mad, but he looks so tired from staring at a screen all day, although you suspect the video games aren’t the reason his eyes are glassy.

- “Got kicked out?”

- “Yeah.”

- “Out of house or arcade?”

- “…Both.”

- You stand up and hand him the slushie, which he sips gratefully.

- “You’re leaving?”

- He looks exactly like a puppy, with huge brown eyes and messy hair. Well, a puppy in glasses, anyway. 

- “If I’m leaving, you’re leaving with me.”

- Richie gives you a sleepy smile and takes you hand.

+ The entire way to your house he slumps against you, sometimes falling asleep mid step and his head falls on your shoulder.

- This boi. This fUCKING BOI. WHO PLAYED VIDEO GAMES FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT. IS USING YOU AS A PILLOW.

- At one point he closes his eyes and walks with them closed, his cheek pressed against your shoulder for support.

- Remember those nights when he comes over after a really bad day? This is one of them.

- So for the night, you and him are too tired to think about the huge fight.

- In the morning tho, you wake up to slightly burnt bacon and very burnt toast.

- Which would be nice, but..

- “How did you burn the toast but not the bacon? The toaster has a TIMER.”

- “It’s called Satan’s charcoal bread dispenser and you’re welcome.”

+ He’d feel soo bad for fighting with you??? Like, REALLY BAD

+ I mean, you did punch him in the face, so you and him were kinda even, but he still did all this extra shit

+ Playing with your hair

+ Sharing chocolate stolen from the store

+ Braiding your hair and you’re like “Richie??? You’re very good with your hands???”

- Yeah… you probably shouldn’t have said that.

- Richie never stops smirking. Holy fuck.

- “You know what else I can do wit-”

- “NO! Nope! No, no, no. Keep doin’ what you’re doing and shut up.”

- Really though, no fucking white paper-ass motherfucking bitchass dumbass pixie stick addict looking clown with a shitty pumpkin guts Halloween wig could break you and Richie apart. Period.