#drunk dorks

[chompingonuggets]

Y‘all know which photo I’m talking about

[persoaprilo]

Just two drunk khajiits messing with the vampress :D

[alpha00zero]

Late night date ends with a bit of tipsy to get the cuties ditsy.

Good thing Florentine has a fast metabolism. She can later take care of her boo while she recover.

Maya: @evayoblog

[anotherererifanshippingcorner]

Actor AU - ereri week day #5

I’ll keep being late, but I really want to write OS with all the prompt for the ereri week. This is the Actor AU from yesterday -though, it’s already 3 in the morning here (so two days ago i’m an horrible person), and I’ll be out in less the four our for a two-days family trip with no pc, so I’ll try to work on the rest on paper. Now, I really need to sleep. (sorry, I don’t know where pining!Levi came from...)

Rating: General Audience

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing: Eren Jaeger/Levi Ackerman

Word count: 1913

Additional tags: Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, Actor AU, Pining!Levi, Actor!Levi, Help director!Eren

Summary: One Shot for ereri summer week 2017, Actor AU

He wasn’t pining. He knew what the word meant – to miss or long for, as his generous friend and manager Erd liked to remember him. He had anything he had always longed for -a house that fit a man’s basic needs, a family, even if not blood related, a healthy condition and the job career of his childhood’s dreams-, so Levi rarely lost his patience when the guy started reprimanding him about not giving himself the chance to be happy. What did that mean, anyway? He was happy. He really didn’t need anything and wasn’t interested in nothing more than what he already owned. It wasn’t out of arrogance, an accuse that needed to be addressed since just being a well-know, successful actor seemed to qualify him as the perfectly stereotyped windbag. Levi was genuinely okay with himself. He had his good points and bad parts, as anyone, nothing more. The door opened, cutting short his mental soliloquy. “Good morning, Mr. Ackerman!” There. The help-director who has been assigned to him. Closing after him, Eren Jaeger walked toward Levi with his long, tight-black-jeans-hugged legs, combat boots, and a mouth-watering fitting olive green button down. His hands were full of take away cups and a bag from Levi’s favorite bakery shop. God, that deserved more than a simple “thank you”. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Levi, you deaf brat?” Okay. Something went wrong during the brain-to-mouth part of the communication. “But sir-“ “No. Every day the exact same thing before we even get things started. Are you trying to offend me?” How was he so much more talented in screwing up all his not-work-related conversation than movie script? He may have accidentally terrified the kid -his big, clear, magnetic eyes were wide with concern and confusion. “NO! I would never dream of-“ “Then call me by my name as I asked you. We have been working together for months, no need for all this formality.” The look in his eyes gentled a little, his features softening with relief and a sweeter hint of affection. “It’s just hard to get unused to formalities, s- Levi.” “Mmh.” He wasn’t smiling, not really. “We’ll just have to get you used to it.” He didn’t mention the fact that they had more or less one last week of filming left, and Eren didn’t, either. He handed out one of the cups and then hesitated, fiddling with the paper bag. “Here is your tea. I, uhm, I was walking past the place you told me about on the way here, the one with fresh bagels and those awesome donuts we ate when your brought them here? I thought they’d make the day start better, since the filming process is getting pretty intense, plus you seemed a lot stressed last week, so… yeah.” Eren gave him the bag and Levi didn’t know if he should gaze in wonder at that or the boy sitting in front of him on the couch. He chose to check on the item in his hands, breathing in. Levi smelled the chocolate-praline coated bagel before seeing or touching it. “Careful, Eren, you’re spoiling me. I may ask you to abandon the movie making road and become my slave.” And that wasn’t meant to sound as sexual harassment. “W-well, I wouldn’t mind this little deviation to become a routine for the days to come, if you’re up for it. Bagel really seems to lighten your mood!” You lighten my mood. He put a hand on his mouth to not let that kind of bullshit escape him. They already talked about boot-licking behavior and how much Levi hated that shit. They barely knew each other when Levi reprimanded him about it, and even then Eren seemed sincere when he admitted how much he admired Levi and his movies and how he wanted to work hard to make sure he wasn’t going to be a burden for any of them. Levi still saw the same determination, though Eren was much more mellow and friendlier than in those first days. He liked that attitude. Soon, they found a rhythm -practicing lines on mornings in Levi’s dressing room until it was time to film. The perfect routine, one he fought to maintain when the director wanted to change filming times due to a not so important reason -Pixis thought Levi wasn’t sleeping enough, that he was giving a hard time to his make up and hair styling team, but that was stupid, he just wanted to be there in time every morning to review his lines with the boy. He started eating, looking over at Eren as he pulled out of his bag the script from today’s scenes and summed up them for Levi. His voice demanded to be listened to, rich and enthusiastic while articulating every word and sentence, and Levi couldn’t do anything but what he was supposed to do. Chocolate hair were brushed off by a strong looking hand, so delicate between between those locks, and Levi followed it until it disappeared, focusing instead on Eren’s eyes. Worse. He sighed and told Eren to hand him the script so he could refresh the lines in his head before they started to work seriously.

***

“You’re being ridiculous.” “I’ve already heard that.” “Because you are! This is your ultimate chance! My God, Levi, you’ve been-“ “-pining on the help-director for moths! Why the two of you always talk about the same thing?! Don’t you get bored?” Erd turned around on the barstool and regarded Hanji, one out of two script’s co-writer, with a disapproving look. “You’re not helping, you know that?” “I can’t not-help something that isn’t even there, now, can I?” Levi shot her a dark look, sipping his drink with a frown. “Don’t you have lines to create instead of spitting bullshit here?” “We finished filming, honey!” “Don’t call me that.” “Aww, come on! Everyone knows, okay? Just go with the flow and see what happens! You two should talk and keep it slow, or meet up and fuck all day. But this sexual tension you’re emitting has to stop. It’s becoming hard staying around you. Literally” “Good.” She whined in annoyance. “Hanji is right. Stop pining after him and do something, dude!” He was not pining, for god sake- “Levi!” He shot around at Eren’s voice and located him walking over from the table where the crew was celebrating for the occasion. His smile was as big as theirs, only ten times brighter and cuter and his eyes where fucking shining under the bar’s faint lights. He wanted to run his hands on his cheeks and jaw and chin and caress those lips that kept forming his name and kiss him and see if they tasted as good as they were inviting- Fuck. He was definitely drunk -ish. “Why are the three of you here alone?! Well, you are three, so you’re not alone, but- you should come over!” Eren was cute when he drank too much. “You drank too much.” Right. No filter. Hanji held her laugh back, looking anywhere but at them, and Erd silently slipped away from the boot, siding her. “What are you talking about?! We are partying!” He threw his arms up, almost losing his balance in the action, and Levi shot forward, steadying the boy. “Stop, brat, you want to sprawl all over the floor or what?” “I want to get sprawled under you…” Eren threw his arms around his neck, this time, and Hanji couldn’t contain herself anymore -she burst out laughing, making meny heads turn around to regard them curiously. “Oh, wow. Okay, that’s our clue to leave!” Erd excused them with those word and dragged Hanji after him, while the woman kept crying out and shout thing like: “good luck with that, man!” He sighed, trying to keep Eren on his feet with his hands on the boy’s hips and ignoring what he said. “Stop saying shit. Come on, I’ll call you a taxi.” “Nooo. The party is not over, I came here to call you, not a taxi!” Levi was tired and drank and grumpy and he wanted to go home, but Eren stayed there, dead-weighing on Levi’s shoulders and muttering unintelligible shit in his ear. He sighed again, his heart was not jumping in his chest. “I’ll ride with you, okay? Let’s go, this is not a place for you in this state.” “But the others-“ “You look like you’re going to drop any moment.” “That’s not true! Stop treating me like a kid!” Eren struggled against him when Levi started to shove him out of the bar, not looking over at the table for even a second. “As you’re right now, you should be in bed.” “You could keep me company.” Levi moaned in displeasure. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” He leaned down and with a swift movement, he grabbed Eren’s leg for support, made pressure on his belly with his shoulder and lifted him up with a grunt, adjusting his weigh and keeping him still with his arm before walking over the door. “Put me down!” “As if.” “I can walk!” “It didn’t look like you wanted to.” “I’m going to spank you right now!” “Be my guest.” They left the bar, one more willing than the other, and Levi called for the taxi and moved closer to the edge of the sidewalk, were a bench was. He threw Eren there, minding he didn’t land too hard, and then sat down next to him. Eren almost instantly attached himself to Levi octopus style, making the actor wonder where he found so much agility when he seemed such a sluggish drunk. “Eren.” “Mmmmh.” “Move.” “I hno wanto.” Levi barely understood him. “I don’t care want you want, move.” He wasn’t agitated. He was perfectly calm. Eren didn’t move. “Eren.” “Mmmh.” “Eren-“ “You’r s’ comfy.” Levi freezed. Eren tightened his hold, nuzzling his face against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, making him shiver. Jesus fuckin- “I like your neck, it’s soft.” He spoke more clearly, taking a deep breath, then another. He was sniffing Levi. His heartrate was okay. It was all fucking good. Levi suddenly felt teeth against his neck and he barely held back a real moan, shocked at how quickly he had relaxed on that bench next to Eren. “Eren, we are drunk. Stop.” “Bt you wan me.” “What?” “I know. People talk. And I saw… when you thought I wasn’t lookin…” Levi swallowed, his throat so dry it hurt a little. And he was sweating, fucking gross! Eren’s words were sluggish, but understandably occasionally. He didn’t move his head and kept hugging him, as if he was afraid of letting him go. Levi just wanted to run. Or stay right where he was. “Why re you always s’ jumpy? I barely know what to do with myself when you… you re so… uh.” Levi’s arm found home on Eren’s bended shoulders, and the tension he felt in the boy’s voice seemed to leave his body, at least. “Not now, brat. We can- we can talk in the morning. Alright?” “You’ll be there?” “Uhm-“ “Stay on the couch. Or in my bed. Whatever.” “You seem awfully awake, right now.” “Not my fault.” Levi nuzzled him back a little, and the two of them waited the taxi. Erd was right -he was pining. But little did they know -Eren was pining too.

[captainmintyfresh]

“I think you missed your calling.” minty pls. :-)

Hey!!

Here you go. here’s a little thing set on unity day in season 1. Hope you like it :)

Monty looked acrossthe crowd of delinquents with an easy grin. Jasper had disappearedoff god knows where but judging by the looks of it Clarke and a fewothers were with him so he found himself able to not worry, too much.

He tipped back fromthe log he was sitting on, sloshing the moonshine in his makeshifttin cup as he did. His eyes slipped across the sky. It was sodifferent from the ground, The moon so much smaller from all the waydown here but no less beautiful, the stars glittered, silver dots inthe sky that blinked and told stories from their shapes. Montypointed a finger up, tracing a set of stars that looked like a hook.

His parents were upthere. He wondered if they had taken to looking out the large windowson the bridge of the ark and thinking of him. Staring at the earthfar bellow and wondering what he was doing.

The crowd roared assomeone won another round of some drinking game and Monty grinnedbrightly, turning his head to look at the group of cheeringteenagers. There were little scatterings of them all around, eventhose on guard seemed to have a cup of moonshine in hand, theirsmiles easier than they had been for days. It made Monty’s chestlighter, made the constant fear of the grounders ease somewhat. Eversince raven had turned up he had begun feeling a bit useless. Notthat he wasn’t smart, he knew he was, but Raven was on another level.He’d worked for over a week, trying desperately to make a radio thenRaven showed, in a pod she’d rebuilt herself, and made a workingradio in next to no time.

He hadn’t likedfeeling useless, maybe he wasn’t helping in the same way any more,Clarke wasn’t turning to him when she needed help, but that was okaybecause he was still helping. Giving everyone a brilliant, drunkfirst unity day on earth.

“Monty, Montyyy.”A voice slurred. Monty jerked up, head spinning as he did. Heblinked, peering over the flames to see Miller stumbling towards him.

“Miller, you okay?”Monty asked slowly. Miller grinned coming to a stop next to him thenflopping down like his legs had given out.

“Please tell methere’s more to drink.” Miller said, holding out his mug in cuppedhands like Oliver twist begging for more. Monty laughed.

“There may be alittleeee bit more.” Monty said. “S'in my tent.” He quicklydowned the rest of the moonshine in his own mug, grimacing at theharsh taste. “Come on.” Monty croaked, standing up, swaying onlyslightly before he made his way over to his tent. Miller followeddutifully behind him

The tent was small,but the fact they got one at all was good. A fair amount of peoplestill slept in the dropship or, the braver ones, scattered around bythe fire. The few things they had were strung around the room. Whichwas simply a spare jacket and a couple of new orange blankets. Montyflopped down onto his side of the tent. Grabbing for the large jug ofmoonshine. Miller once again flopped down and held out his cup.

Monty had expectedthem to leave the second he had re filled their cups with his hiddenmoonshine. He and Miller had known each other for almost a year, inthe skybox they had usually passed each other without as much as alook. Monty was a stoner from Agro, Miller a thief from Alpha, itdidn’t make much sense for them to talk. On the ground they hadspoken more but still not an awful lot. Monty knew he did likeMiller, he was sarcastic, gruff, and, judging by the amount of timeshe had mentioned finding a beach to go surfing, a bit of a dork. Theyhad an easy relationship, friendly acquaintances. But not exactlyclose enough to spend the night sitting in Monty’s tent. At leastMonty hadn’t thought they were.

“We can’t leaveuntil we’ve drunk it all.”

“What?”

“Lock in Monty. Bestdrink up.” Miller said, chugging his moonshine. He stopped with aharsh gasp. “You know. This doesn’t taste good.”

“I’m still workingon the recipe.” Monty said, gulping his own down. “Drink it fast,tastes better.”

“Monty Green.”

“That’s my name.”

“No it’s a game.”

“No, I’m pretty sureit’s my name.” Monty said, Miller licked his lips, chuckling,waving a hand between them.

“The name game. So Isay Monty green, then you have to say a name beginning with the firstletter of the last name.”

“oh..okay…GlassSorenson.” Monty said after a moment.

“Sterling…uh..what’shis last name?”

“I…have no idea.”Monty said thoughtfully. Downing more of the harsh liquid, it burnthis throat on the way down.

In no time at all thetwo were lying across the tent, heads poking out from the flap,muttering peoples names and pointing, trying to figure out who theyactually knew full names for. Miller still refused to let themactually leave, but apparently a head poked through the door wasokay.

“Alright, is itweird I know hardly anyone’s first names?” Miller asked eventually.Monty snorted.

“I know what youmean.” Monty said, staring at Monroe with intensity she seemed tonotice, she turned, raising an eyebrow when she saw the two of thempeeping out of the tent. Monty racked his brain trying to think ofwhat her first name was, or was her first name Monroe? Monty openedhis mouth, ready to ask her name only to find himself being yankedback into the tent by Miller.

“Do you think shesaw us?” Miller whispered.

“No?” Monty lied.Miller sighed in relief.

“She might steal ourbooze.”

“Do you know hername?”

“Monroe.”

“Monroe what? Orwhat Monroe?”

“I think it’s whatMonroe. But I don’t know what the what is.” Miller said wisely.Monty took a moment to wrap his head around the sentence.

“Why does everyonego by their surname, should I start going by Green?” Monty asked.

“No, you’re Monty.”Miller said, patting Monty on the arm before reaching for the alcoholto refill their cups. Monty watched Miller in the dim light of thetent.

“I don’t know yourfirst name.” Monty realised. Miller paused in his pouring of thedrinks, looking up to Monty wounded.

“You don’t?” Montyshook his head and Miller frowned, his brow pinched. Suddenly hejerked a hand out, stabbing Monty in the chest with his finger tips,spilling some moonshine onto one of the blankets. He kept the handthere, fingers pressed against Monty’s breast, hand ready to shake.“I’m Nathan, I prefer Nate though.” Miller said, Monty raised hisown hand slowly, shuffling back so he could actually take Millerswithout ending up looking like a trex. His hand was warm, calloused.Monty shook it hard, millers grip tight. A smile on his face.

“Hello Nate. I’mGreen.” Monty said, Miller snorted, dropping Monty’s arm andshoving him playfully.

“Alright, we need anew drinking game. I’m starting to need a piss and we’re still onlock down.”

“Just go pee andthen come straight back.”

“But we can’tleave.”

“but will you reallyhave left, I mean, surely we can stay within the tent floor, but thetent floor is just the ground and the ground is everywhere.”

“That…Is smart.”Miller decided. “I’ll be right back.” Miller scrambled out of thetent, leaving Monty feeling warm, his limbs loose and an easy smileon his face. It had been a long time since he felt this at ease onthe ground, probably not since the first day, traipsing through theforest with Clarke and the others, before Octavia had been attackedby a giant river snake, or Jasper had been speared through the chest.

When Miller came back,Monty suggested they play rock paper scissor and whoever looses eachround has to take a drink. The first three times they both releasedat different times, leaving the other one calling cheater. FinallyMiller took Monty’s wrist gentle.

“no. It’s, rock,paper, scissors, release.” Miller explained, dipping Monty’s handup and down as he said the little mantra. “you got it?”

“Got it.” Montyagreed. Miller smiled, dropping  his arm and returning to his ‘gamestance’ which was him slightly hunched over and looking far tooexcited for someone playing a simple game of rock paper scissors,Monty found it somewhat adorable and definitely felt he was rightabout thinking Miller was a little bit of a dork.

“Okay. Okay. Letsgo.” Miller said. “rock paper scissors.” The two bobbed theirhands and then released, eyes wide as they took in what the otherdid. He did Scissors, Monty did rock. A grin broke across Monty’sface, a whoop sounding as he pumped his fist.

“Drink up Nate.”Monty said. Miller did as he was told, a fond smile on his face, hiseyes soft.

“Again.” Millercroaked after downing a good portion of the liquid. And so they keptgoing. Hands bobbing up and down, release, cheer, watch Miller drink,repeat. After a good 9 games Monty had yet to drink. He laughed asMiller took a delicate sip of his drink, apparently unable to take alarger chug again so quickly.

“Jesus Monty.”Miller mumbled. “I think you missed your calling.”

“As what? Aprofessional Nathan’s liver murderer?” Monty said.

“Nah, as aprofessional rock paper scissorsonist.” Miller said.

“Ahh yes, a reveredjob on the ark and earth alike.” Monty hummed with a thoughtfulnod. Miller let out an undignified snort, head bowing forwards as helaughed heartily the sound filling up the tent and making a brightgrin stretch across Monty’s face.

“Alright, alrightnew game.” Miller said after a moment. “Drink when I say drink.”

“That’s not a ga-”

“Drink!” Millerordered. Lifting his cup to his lips, Monty fumbled to follow hislead. Swallowing a large mouthful of the liquid, he barely felt theburn of it any more, his mouth a happy numb. Monty let his cup fallback to his side, opening his mouth to talk. “Drink!” Miller saidagain, Monty once again complied.

It turned out to be astrangely funny game. At first miller had been saying drink as oftenas he could,He  could barely get through saying the word withoutgiggling, leaving the two breathless with laughter as they barelyremoved their cups from their lips only for Miller to be whispering“drink” again. Then he had stopped, the two trying not to gag onthe sudden bout of alcohol poured into their system and startedtalking, Monty talked about Agro, he told Miller about how he andJasper got arrested. Miller spoke about stealing from Kane’s office,about times hanging out with Clarke and Wells in class, and thenmeeting Bellamy when he was on guard training. Every so often hewould interrupted either himself or Monty with a quiet “drink.”and they would.

Eventually he foundhimself curled into his blanket, lying on his side, eyes on Millerwho lay next to him. Their eyes seemed to never leave one another asthey spoke in whispers. Smiles on their faces, bodies warm.

“Don’t think I canmake it to my tent.” Miller breathed much later. His breath ghostedacross Monty’s face as he talked.

“Can stay.” Montymumbled, blinking sleepily.

“Yeah?” Millerasked, Monty smiled giving a tired nod, shifting to pillow his armsbeneath his head and closing his eyes, he heard Miller shiftslightly, his foot hooking around Monty’s ankle. He listened toMillers quiet breathing, the dwindling sounds of drinking throughoutthe camp.

“Goodnight Nate.”Monty murmured.

“Goodnight Monty.”Miller replied quietly. Monty lips quirked in a smile, his body warmand sleepy. “Drink.” Miller whispered, the two dissolved intogiggles.

Monty could safelysay, it was a perfect first unity day on the ground….at least untilhe found out about the reinforcements from the ark crash landing.

[huffle-ego]

Drunk dorks: part 1

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Dark sat on the couch in the living room, reading the news paper while Eric was laying his head on his lap, asleep, Dark combing his hand through the timid ego's hair. He grinned as Eric sighed peacefully, nuzzling his head closer to him. He chuckled as he flipped to the next page, reading when he suddenly heard foot steps.

"Hey dad?" Yan questioned as she leaned on the couch next to him. "Have you seen Randal? I can't find him anywhere."

"He, Bing, and papa went into the wine seller to get a drink." Dark whispered, before rolling his eyes, shaking his head lightly. "That was hours ago."

Yan looked down thinking. "Are... they still there?"

"My own daughter isn't gonna indulge in drinking for debauchery now is she?" Dark teased, turning his head toward her.

"Very funny dad." She laughed taking a pillow and gently hitting his shoulder.

He chuckled, using the paper as a shield. "I believe that they are down stares still." He answered, smoothing out his paper. "If you wish to find Randal, then he should be there."

"Thanks dad." She smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek, before heading out the door.

"So I noticed you've been taking a liking to him." Dark said, turning to see her stopping in her tracks.

She nervously turned around, her face turning red putting her hands behind her back as she lowered her head, still staring at her father. "H-how did you-?"

"Sweety, when I was your age I had that same look in your eye when I had a crush on someone." Dark smiled, his voice changing, rising a few octaves, indicating that it was Celine speaking. His aura turning red confirming that it was her. "You are smitting with him."

"Dad! Not so loud!" Yan snapped, pointing at Eric.

"Yan your bother is sound asleep." He grinned, looking down at him. "So how long has this thing with Randal been going on?"

She nervously rubbed her arm, looking away. "A while."

"Well, why don't you ask him out?" Dark questioned as his aura balanced with his blue once more. "You don't want to or-."

"It's not that I don't want to dad, it's just." She sighed leaning on the wall, looking down at her hands solemnly.

Realization hit Dark as his features softened. "Yan you've haven't had an incident sinse Henry-."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean that it won't stop." She snapped, shaking her head in shame. "It's only gonna get worse and I don't want Randal to be in the cross hairs when it does."

"Sweetheart." Dark whispered. "You are not gonna hurt-."

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF! DO YOU REALLY TRUST ME ENOUGH TO DATE AGAIN?!" She snapped, her eyes glowing red.

Dark didn't flinch, but he felt Eric squirm from under him, whimpering slightly. Dark whispered to him softly, rubbing his head, feeling him calm down slightly under his touch. He looked back up to see Yan, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes laced in worry.

"D-Dad I... I'm sorry I-."

Dark only put up a hand, causing her to zip her mouth shut. "Don't be Yan." He said softly. "I do know what you're capable of. But I also know that you are capable of controlling yourself. You just got to work with it. These things take time. However I don't want you restraining yourself from being a teenager." He shook his head with a small grin. "Teens woo over other teens. They spend time on their cellular devices, they play games. They." He rolled his eyes as he shivered. "Date."

Yan remain silent, staring at the ground. She only looked up as her father continued to speak.

"I know you're not like other teenage girls and I know that you need... limitations from certain things... but... finding love shouldn't be one of them. I should know from experience." He slowly casted his eyes to the ground. "You know I... I was like you once. I was afraid of what I was..." He slowly casted his eyes to his grey corpse like hands. "Afriad of what I am. I thought that if I got close to anyone, I would only hurt them, that's what I was made for anyway, was to hurt others, in search for vengeance. So I kept distance with the other egos... made them fear me... just to keep them away from me... to keep them safe... from the monster that I am."

Yan looked at her father slightly stunned. He never revealed this much about him.

"That was... until I reunited with your papa, Wilford." He grinned, looking at a picture frame right next to him, who had both him and Wilford at a night club in the 70s, both wearing afros. "He saw past the... dark exterior that I put up and saw... someone. Not a demon made of hate and vengeance. He didn't see the monster that I saw everytime I looked in the mirror,.. He saw someone who was... broken... lonely." Dark grinned. "He saw his best friend... and lover." He slowly looked up at Yan. "If I haven't met Wilford... I might not be the same person you know today. He helped me to better control the darkness within me and made me... better." He slowly reached up, holding her hand. "Don't make the same mistakes as I did. Don't shy away from love, because of the things you can't control right now. You'll get better... you'll see."

Yan gave him a sincere smile, taking his hand into her own. "I'll... I'll try dad... I won't fail you."

"I know you won't sweet heart." He grinned, before turning back to Eric. "They should still he in the wine seller. If you wish to see your papa drunk that is."

"Thank you." She went to leave the room, when she stopped for a second, turning around to look at her dad. "Dad?" She watched as he turns around, waiting for her to answer. "I love you."

Dark smiles, giving her a small nod. "I love you too sweet heart."

With that Yan left the room, in search of Randal and the other two.

After a few minutes, Yan made it to the wine seller, finding the door ajar but what made her stop in her tracks was the loud music and shouting from the other side. Curious, she walks to the door, taking the door knob and opening it slightly, sticking her head through only to he stunned at what was on the other side.

She saw both her papa Wilford, Bing and Randal, wearing dresses, watching as Randal chugged a keg of beer.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG." Both Bing and Wilford chanted together watching as he chugged the beer.

Yan noticed that Bing was wearing an orange sparkling dress that went below his knees, while Wilford was wearing a pink one that was above, and Randal was wearing a long black dress with long sleeves. Yan didn't know why, but she found him rather attractive. She could feel her face heat up at the thought. She wanted to look away, but he was just so cute.

Randal took in the last gulps from the keg before stumbling back a bit. "Bada bing bada boom!" He shouted as he slammed the keg on the ground, listening as the other two drunks cheered.

"Th-thatsss m-my boy-hic." Wilford slurred, leaning on Bing. "I say it's Bing's turn to wet his wissle, don't you think Randal old chap?"

"Forget about it." Randal began, his Jersey accent shinning through. "He can't handle da keg like da keg king over here."

"P-please I can-can handlrr... dude what were we talking about?" Bing asked, leaning in Wilford.

"We were talking about how you three might want to lay off the beer for the night." Yan chuckled as she walked in. Suddenly She watched as Wilford turned to her and pulled out a knife, throwing it at her, only for her to catch it in mid air, a smile on her face. "Nice try papa." She grinned, putting the knife away.

"C-Christ s-sweety I a-almost k-killed you." Wilford slurred trying to stumble forward.

Yan chuckled as she caught her dad, looking up at him. "Not even close papa." She giggled before looking at Randal, who's face was as red as a tomatoe. "So, mind telling me what happened?"

[huffle-ego]

Drunk dorks: part 3 ending

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Darkiplier strolled down the halls the next morning, in search of his husband, Bing, Randal, and Yan. He had checked the wine seller to see if they were still down there but they were nowhere to be found. All that was left in that room was just a gaint mess filled with beer kegs and bottles. So he checked every nook and cranny of the house but they were no where. He checked all of their rooms, except for Yan's room.

So he teleported out side of her door, his head tilted slightly. The door itself was slightly ajar, but he didn't hear anyone inside. He slowly placed his hand on the door knob, pushing it open slowly, hearing it creek for a second or two before stopping. He peeked his head in staring around when his eyes landed on Yan... and Randal... IN THE SAME BED!

WHAT ON EARTH IS HE DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!?

Dark clutched the side of the wall, causing the wood to crack from under his touch. His violet aura turned to red as Celine spoke in his mind.

Dark please calm down. They did nothing wrong.

Did nothing wrong? Damien added, just as steamed as Dark was.

HE-SHE-THEY... THEY ARE IN THE SAME BED! GOD KNOWS WHAT THEY COULD HAVE DONE!

Dark, Damien, do you two really think they would try anything with Wilford and Bing in here?

Dark's attention was brought to the two egos in question, seeing that they were asleep on the floor. His husband, Wilford snorring away twitching his shooting finger acouple of times.

They... they could of been to drunk to notice. Dark argued in his head, clenching his fists.

Well if they did anything explain to me why they are under different blankets.

Dark blinked, noticing that they were under two different blankets. He and Damien slowly started to calm down. Dark sighed, fixing his tie nervously. "O-okay. You're right, we-." He shook his head. "I was jumping to conclusions." He whispered.

Celine just sighed in annoyance. Fathers She whispered.

Dark only looked back at Randal and Yan. A small smile forming on his face but it disipeares slightly upon starring at Randal, Wilford, and Bing. "What the hell are they wearing?" Listening as Damien spoke in his mind.

They appear to be wearing dresses.

Oh I like Wilford's dress!

Should we wake them?

"It might be wise." Dark answered quietly, walking over to the curtains. "Don't want them sleeping all day."

Dark grabbed a hold of the window curtains and pulled them back, letting light into the room. He heard tiny groans and the sound of moving. He slowly turned around to see Bing and Wilford stir, squinting their eyes.

"Man I feel like I was hit by the orient express." Wilford grumbled as he sat up, rubbing his head.

"I think I need to run a diagnostics." Bing shook his head blinking his eyes.

"I think I'm-?"

"Hung over?" Dark questioned with his hands behind his back, watching as they jumped. "That's because you are."

Wilford blinked before smiling. "Hi Darky." He said joyfully, standing up. "I missed-." He paused, staring down at what he was wearing, blinking a couple of times. "How drunk did we get?"

"Enough to be in a dress I assume." Dark sighed, watching as Wilford walked over to the mirror staringat himself.

"Oh this make up looks stunning!" He declared, looking over to Yan, who was asleep. "Did she do this? If so she's got a gift."

Dark smiled looking over at their sleeping daughter, before placing her hand on her shoulder, slightly shaking her. "Sweetheart." He whispered. "Time to get up."

"RANDY OLD PAL, RISE AND SHINE!" Wilford's voice boomed, causing everyone to jump.

Both Yan and Randal's eyes snapped open, both realize that they were hugging something. Their eyes casted to each other, finding that they were hugging each other. They both gasped, pulling away, both their faces beet red.

"Oh man Yan I-I sorry I-."

"No, no it's okay really! I'm sorry!"

"No I should be the one-." He paused, looking down, realizing what he was wearing.

"You two seemed to have a fun night." Dark chuckled, his hands still behind his back.

Both of their eyes snapped to Dark, worry lacing their faces. Randal yelped talking his blanket, covering it over his body as Yan started to speak.

"D-dad this... this is n-not what it looks like we-."

"I know, I know." Dark began, putting his hands up sighing. "I know you two didn't do anything. I trust Randal not to do anything."

"Uh um about the dress-."

"Don't worry about it." Dark sighed. "This is considered normal here. Thanks to a curtain ego I know." Dark glared at Wilford.

"You know you love me Darkipoo." Wilford sang, stumbling over, wrapping his arm around Dark. "Hey d-do I look pretty?" He asked, smiling.

Dark stared up at Wilford as a smile formed on his face. "You look beautiful." He chuckled rolling his eyes.

"Aaaawww your soooo sweat." Wilford giggled hugging Dark close.

Dark slowly turned to Yan and Randal, hugging Wilford back. "How's about Randal goes and cleans up and put on some of his cloths while I take these two, to go get changed." He began, helping Bing up.

"Y-yes I-I n-need to take a shower any way." Randal was up quickly, slowly about to walk out when he stopped, turning back to Yan with a smile. "You-you want to hang out... um alittle later. Maybe play a video game or something?"

Yan smiled giving him a nod. "Y-yeah that sounds fun."

"Alright cool. Um s-see ya boss." Randal smiled, giving Dark a nod.

"I'll see ya Randal." Dark smiled watching him leave. When he thought it was clear, he walked next to Yan with a grin. "Have you asked him out yet?"

"Wait... does my little girl have a crush on Randal... WAIT THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME BED!"

"Queit Wil!" Dark snapped, before turning back to her. "Well?"

She smiled looking at the door, her arms wrapped around her legs as she rested her head on her knees, staring off. "We have to wait and see if he says yes."

Randal got out of the shower with a sigh, drying off with his towel, before wrapping it around his head. He slowly walked over to his fresh pair of cloths, putting on his pants first. He went to grab his shirt when something in his arm caught his attention. It was written in permanent red marker, so it didn't wash off in the shower. But who wrote on him? He looked it over, putting it next to the light so he could read it, putting on his round shaped glasses as he slowly read it. His breathe hitched in his throat as he stared at the message in shock.

Will you be my senpai?~yan❤

A smile slowly started to form on his face as he hastily threw on his shirt, opening his bathroom door, then his bed room door, running down the hall.

Yan was cleaning up the pallets that her papa and Bing made when she heard vigorous knocking on the door. Blinking a couple of times, she put the folded blankets on her bed, walking over to the door. She opened it only to be pulled into a hug by none other than Randal. She blinked a couple of times starring down at him, hearing him sniffling slightly. "R-Randy are you alright?" She asked worriedly.

He sniffled before answering her. "Y-yes Yaniplier." He smiled. "I will be your senpai."

She gasped as she stared at him, her heart starting to beat a mile a minute. She felt as her lips pulled into a smile, tears falling from her eyes. She sighed happily, hugging him back, feeling as he tightened his grip on her, almost like he was afraid to let go.

Dark and Wilford were watching from afar, both smilling, happy that she finally found her senpai. "I knew you could do it sweet heart." Dark whispered.

"He better not do anything funny." Wilford said, crossing his arms.

"Wil you know he's not." Dark huffed rolling his eyes. "I trust him."

You didn't this morning.

Not now Celine!

"All and all, I'm happy for my little gum drop. Let's just hope that our little girl can control herself." Wilford sighed, leaning on the wall.

Dark only hummed, with a small grin on his face. "Something tells me that he's gonna make her... better."

[huffle-ego]

Drunk dorks: part 2

Tags: (@likingletsplays , @android-revolt , @sirkawaiipotato ).

(I put a reference in this, also lied it's gonna be a 3 part).

"So you guys are telling me that you three decided to have a drink only to end up so drunk you went dress shopping?" Yan could help but laugh at their story, noticing that Randal's face became redder than before.

"W-was that-that bad?" Bing asked worried staring at her.

She giggled shaking her head. "No metal head it wasn't bad." She reasures, patting his shoulder.

"Well I think we look-hic s-stunning." Wilford slurred, his head drooping slightly.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. But when she glanced back at Randal, her smile wavered, noticing that he wasn't smiling. In fact, he almost looked... ashamed. She noticed that he kept his head down, avoiding her gaze. "Randy, you okay?"

He jumped at his nickname, hiccuping a couple of times. "I-It's jussst that I didn't want ya ssseeing me like th-this." He slurred looking up at her in sadness. "This h-happened before and well. I got a bad reputation at my school, known as the boy wearin d-dresses."

"Oh R-Randy w-why didn't ya say anything old s-sport-hic?" Wilford questioned, leaning on Bing to keep him steady.

"I-I w-was wasted... I-I still am I jjjust... your opinion mmmatters to me Yan... I d-didn't w-want you thinking I was a f-freak."

Yan felt stunned yet touched that he cared for her opinion, but also felt her chest ache at how shameful he felt. She quickly smiled, shaking her head, taking his hands into her own. "Oh Randal you're not a freak. You're far from that. If you want to wear a dress hell go for it. You won't see me judging. Besides if I were to judge you that would make me a hypocrite, because at one point in my life I use to look like a boy, wearing a school girl's outfit."

Randal's features soften at her kind words. No one has ever said anything so nice to him. Tears formed on the brim of his eye lids as he smiled. He then quickly pulled her into a hug, nuzzling her head into her shoulder, sniffling lightly.

Yan froze, starring ahead as the world seem to freeze. She felt as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close. She was able to feel her heart thump against her chest. Her eyes suddenly began to turn red as she was about to take senpai into her arms and-.

"Th-thank y-you Yan." Randal sniffled, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Yourrr ssso ssswea-hic."

Yan shook her head as her eyes turned back to brown, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm her fast beating heart. "Th-thank you sen- I mean." She quickly corrected. "Randal."

"Aww man I messed my make up up-hic!" Wilford frowned looking in a tiny flip mirror, receiving a groan from Bing.

"Way to kill a heart felt moment Wilford." Bing said pushing Wilford off of him.

"I d-didn't k-kill it... I don't-hic habe my gum... hun... gun." Wilford grinned, closing the mirror.

"Are you an-an idiot!" Bing snapped shaking his head.

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT, I'M DRUNK!" Wilford boomed.

"Papa calm it down." Yan smiled walking over to him, patting his back. "How bout I take you all to my room and do your make up? And maybe get you all alittle more sober."

"Aw sssuch a thoughtful g-girl." Wilford grinned, patting her head. "Sh-she gets that from me."

"Wilford, she's th-thoughtful, not a thot like you." Bing joked, stumbling forward.

"Th-that don't m-make a lick of sense!" Wilford snapped.

"Boys play nice." Yan warned, looking at the door. "How am I gonna get you three to my room?"

Yan tiptoed down the hall queitly, the three drunk egos stumbling close behind. She suddenly stopped, hearing foot steps coming up ahead.

Wilford stopped with her, feeling Bing bump his back, while Randal bumped Bing's. He yelped feeling Bing's elbow him in the back. "Watch it!" He snapped queitly.

"You wash it yo-hic you drunk bastard!" Bing snapped back.

"I-I am not as think as you drunk I-I am!" Wilford slurred.

"Guys shush!" Yan snapped looking ahead.

"You got us in trouble... by your own daughter!" Bing whispered.

"Well you sssstarted it!"

"G-guyes p-please don't ffffight, you know how I g-get around fighting." Randal whispered, looking up at the two egos.

"Oh sorry pally. Totally sssliped my mind." Wilford chuckled turning back to Yan.

"Man I wish we were just in my room already." Yan wished queitly, afraid that they might get caught if she moved.

"If that's what you wish sweet pea." Wilford giggled, snapping his fingers, causing all four of then to vanish into a cloud of pink smoke, appearing into her room.

She coughed as she waved the smoke out of her face, turning to her papa in annoyance. "Really papa? You could do that the hole time? You didn't you say anything?" She watches as he shurggs with a grin on his face. She just roles her eyes with a grin, going to her closet. "I'll set some blankets out. Just incase you crash in here."

"We aren't gonn-gonna crash anytime soon, not until I look beautiful!" Wilford declared, going to Yan's vanity. "N-Now where are your make up wipes?"

Yan chuckled as she went to find the wipes when she looked at Randal. "Would you like me to do your make up?"

"You?... d-do my make up?" Randal's face turned red as he looked to the ground. "I-I don't know."

"I can make you look stunning, and it might help me better practice, if that's alright." Yan grinned holding his hand.

He looked down at her hands in his, thinking before sighing. "It-it wouldn't h-hurt to-to try."

"That's the spirit." She grinned.

"B-but I want to go first!" Wilford whined, giving her the puppy eyes.

"God you're m-more childish when you're d-drunk!" Bing snapped.

"AND YOU'RE A MEANIE WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK!"

"Papa I'll do yours first okay?" Yan smiled, putting her hands up, trying to calm them down.

"Bully!" Wilford grinned, flopping himself in her chair, waiting patiently. "I'm ready." He sang.

"Do you want yours too Bing?" She asked pulling out a wipe, wiping her papa's face off with it.

"Yeah sssounds thum.. fun." Bing grinned.

"Okay." She grinned, slowly turning to Randal. "I'll save ya for last."

"I don't mind-hic." He slurred, watching her.

An hour past when she finished both Wilford's and Bing's make up, both past out, asleep. Bing sleeping on a pallet while Wilford layed crossed him, his face planted in a pillow, leaving Randal and Yan awake. Yan was giving Randal a Smokey eye, matching his black long sleeved dress, humming a tune as she did so. She then notice that he was smiling at her. "What?" She grinned.

"You're ssso pretty." He slurred, happily.

She paused a moment, starring at him in shock before shaking her head smiling. It was probubly drunk talk. "That's nice of you Randal."

"B-but I mmmean it." He insist, closing his one for her to apply make up. "You are. And-and really nice."

"Thank you Randal." She smiled. "You're look pretty too."

He scoffed lowering his head. "Pretty horrendous you mean." He whispered. "Everyone use to call me a girl, because of my long hair."

Yan frowned, putting her make up brush down. She waited a second before cupping her hand on his face, getting his attention. "You're not horrendous and you don't look like a girl... well now you do but... under that makeup and dress is a handsome man... a beautiful one inside and out."

Randal looked stunned, his eyes starting to water again as he sniffled.

"Oh nonono don't cry. Don't want that make up running now do we." She smiled, trying to calm him down. He gave her a nod in agreement, lowering his head. "You're very emotional when you're drunk are you?"

"Y-yeah... I'm sssorry about that." He whispered, dabbing his eyes with a tissue, careful not to smear the make-up.

"It's okay Randal... it's... kind of cute actually." She grinned, causing his face to turn red. She giggled as she out the make up brush up, looking him over. "Well I'm done... want to see?"

He gave her a silent nod, smiling as she took him to the mirror, letting him see her make up job. He gasped in awe, the smokey eye matching the dress perfectly. "It's be-beautiful Yan." He then pulled her into a hug once more. "Thank you."

Yan remained calm this time, giving him a smile as she hugged him back. "Any time Randal."

They stayed like this for a few minutes before Randal started yawning, his eyes becoming droopy.

She pulled away with a giggle, holding his shoulders to keep him up. "You getting sleepy?"

He gave her a nod, his head slumping over slightly.

"Okay, come on." She smiled, leading him over to the bed, laying him down, pulling her sheet over him. "I'll make a pallet on the floor and let you-."

"W-wait!" He suddenly grabbed her hand. "C-can you lay up here... next to me p-please?"

She froze, staring down at him in shock. "Me in the-the same bed... w-with you?"

With senpai!? Shut up!

"O-only if y-you want to." He then pushed the blanket off, grabing another one. "We D-Don't habe-have to be under the same blanket."

Her face started to heat up as her heart rate became faster. "Uh... sure. Beats the-the floor anyway right?" She nervously chuckled, getting on the other side of the bed, covering up. Her hands twitching slightly.

Don't freak out... it's... we're just sleeping in the same bed... together.... forever. NO STOP IT!... just calm down.

She gasped as she was pulled out of her thoughts, looking down to see Randal wrap his arm around her, hugging her close. Man he sure is clingy when drunk.

"G-good night Yan." He sighed, snuggling her close.

She hesitated before speaking. "Good... goodnight."

"Hmmm love you." He whispered, before drifting off.

She gasped, her heart feeling as if it stopped beating. His words were now swimming through her head, her vision becoming red and blurry.

SENPAI LOVES ME. shut up no he doesn't-. HE REALLY LOVES ME!. I said shut up. He's just drunk!- HE'S MINE FOREVER- stop! NO ONE CAN HAVE HIM BUT ME- I SAID STOP!

Yan couldn't hold back her tears as she sobbed into her hand, trying to calm these possessive thoughts. This was all hopeless. How can she fall in love with some one if she's only gonna hurt them in the end? Well to answer that question she couldn't. No matter what she was always gonna be the same possessive monst-.

She froze feeling as Randal pulled her close, sighing in contentment, a smile forming on his face, a smile that just melts her heart upon seeing it. Suddenly her fathers words about her papa flashed through her mind.

"He helped me to better control the darkness within me and made me... better."

She thought on those words long and hard, looking at Randal. Maybe... He could help her, like how her papa helped her father. Maybe Randal could make her... better. That only ment one thing... She had to ask him out. But the question is how? She wasn't really good at asking people out, so what to do. She looked over at her desk right beside her, seeing a black marker, when and idea formed in her head. She took the marker into her hands, opened the lid, and turned to Randal, rolling up one of his sleeves. She stared at his arm for a second or two, before placing the marker on it, writing a question she had been dieing to ask him for so long.