#drunk shenanigans

[armacheart]

Up ya go

[sheltiespenthouse]

FWB!Steve Harrington x f!reader, where you’re both tipsy and giggling in the Wheeler’s basement. There’s plenty of space on the couch but you’re pressed against the corner of it anyway, you perched lazily on Steve’s lap while his arms are loosely wrapped around your waist.

You’re both leaning in close, faces flushed and eyes hazy. You’re whispering secrets only you two will understand in your altered state, ignoring the eyes that occasionally drift in your direction from your friends.

Your arms are around his neck, forearms weighing on his traps as his mouth moves in to nip and kiss lightly at your jaw. The sensation makes you laugh quietly, a gentle hand coming to press against his chest as you squirm away out of oversensitivity and embarrassment.

You gasp. “You’re insatiable…”

“Can you blame me, baby? You look so damn good right now…”

He just looks up at you through heavy lids with some drunken semblance of a cocky smile tugging at his lips. He keeps leaning in, and you keep leaning away with stifled giggles until your head eventually tips back with a squeal.

“Yes-! Yes, I can! I’m trying to listen to Eddie’s story and you’re being a bad boy…”

You reply breathlessly, meeting his gaze, pointer finger tracing down the bridge of his nose as he pouts. Your arm secured itself tighter around his neck at the sight of it. Your heart swells at the implication.

“Aw…”

Steve tuts playfully, one hand brushing a stray hair off your cheek and tucking it behind your ear while the other finds the outside of your thigh. He’s anchoring you in and pulling you closer against his front- an innocent gesture that could look protective to the naked eye, but you know the possessive nature of it.

“You’re breakin’ my heart….”

Then he’s leaning close again, eyes shutting and lips brushing yours. He’s barely there, featherlight. He’s waiting for you to finish it- this little game you started upstairs, the one where you gave him the most intense ‘bedroom eyes’ he’s ever seen over the rim of your solo cup from across the kitchen. In front of your friends. Driving him crazy until you were both drunk enough to cross the line when the party moved to the basement.

You hum petulantly, like you’re really having to think about kissing him back before you actually do- lips firming against his while your fingers dance across his cheek and neck.

And by the time you both pull away, you’re practically vibrating with want and Steve’s already thinking of a barely coherent excuse for why you need to leave together.

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a short and sweet imagine that I HAD to get out of my system right here, right now.

I loveeee love drunk (and actually drunk) Steve. He’s a totally touch starved brat. Lol. 🤍

[pahatarcarabosse]

"God of thighs wants to end my life -"

I have no excuses, my brain was tickled by few posts after SHS. You know who you are.

[isolabellz]

A Night to Remember

a 18 page comic featuring academy era situationship #jayvik + drunk bar crawl shenanigans + my attempt at dmitri lore 

[selein13]

Short story - the proof is in the wine

Another short for @rebeltigera also based on her au. Was inspired by her answer to the what if the traffic light trio got caught get drunk on macaque's island. There may be a snippet from my favorite marvel siblings. Obligatory not Canon to shadowlord au.

The sounds of laughter echoed on the wind as it glided through the evening landscape. Crackles of fire mixed in with childish giggles and heated debates.

It was enough to draw the six eared macaque's attention.

Curiosity and a desire to prevent any property damage the three could cause if they got too rambunctious, compelled the lord of shadows to seek out his nephew and his friends. Plus it was a lovely evening for a walk.

… well it would have been if he didn't have a needy tag along creating a shit ton of noise. Golden eyes narrowed when he looked over at the ginger monkey, who followed him without a care in the world, or at least that is what the king wanted him to believe. Macaque wasn't stupid and the king wasn't as good as he thought he was at concealing his feelings. He just didn't care enough to call the stone monkey out for it yet.

The sounds of laughter grew louder as the two came closer to where the traffic light trio were messing around. He heard an odd hic from Mk. Now the shadow monkey was suspicious and silently thankful that the twins were out cold in his nest, given his suspicion of what the three were up to.

Those suspicions were confirmed soon enough.

Macaque's eye twitched at the sight. In the middle of the clearing not too far from the well walked path was a sizable bonfire. It was set up properly so there was little risk of starting a wildfire, no doubt Redson's handy work. The boy knew very well there would be hell to pay otherwise.

Yet there was a massive pile of bottles, wine judging by the smell of the few that were already open, dumped unceremoniously within reach of the children.

When the three finally noticed the two elders staring down at them, one who was clearly irritated and the other doing a poor job at concealing his amusement, only Redson had the decency to look sheepishly about being caught. Mk was at minimum tipsy given the pink on his cheeks and a happy go-lucky look painted on his face, very reminiscent of his mentor when drunk. Mei was looking at them like the cat that caught the canary, no doubt she was the instigator for this… situation.

The ebony sighed, rubbing his temples. “Why my island…?” Mei's shit eating grin only grew and suddenly the shadow user didn't want to know anymore.

“Well… At least they are doing this somewhere safe.” The king tried to reason on behalf of the kids. He quickly backed down when shot with a look promising pain if he didn't back off.

“Relax shadow man! You guys should join us! We even managed to swipe some of the good stuff from monkey king's stash!” “Hey!!” The girl's audacity was almost worth the indignant expression on the ginger's face. Still he was suspicious of the dragon spawn given her tenacity for shit disturbing as Redson described it.

“Please macaque! It'll be fun.” the shadow user nearly flinched at the big brown doe eyes of the youngest stone monkey. If anyone ever told him that there would be a being born that could out do sun wukong's kicked puppy look, he would have called them mad… and likely would have punched them for wasting his time. Instead he shoots the king a glare, who sensibly raises his hands in surrender with a sheepish chuckle. Not even denying that he knew the kid could do that. The shadow caves not long after.

*3 hours later*

A soft chuckle escaped the ebony monkey's lips as the trio conceded defeat in the latest drinking game. It was a valiant effort but he had millennia of experience on them and significantly more potent wine exposure, granted the wine they had managed to pilfer from fruit and flower mountain was indeed the good stuff. Both strong with nostalgia and alcohol, macaque may have over indulged on the peach wine. The resulting buzz was pleasantly warm and his mind was a little fuzzy, but otherwise still enough brain cells intact.

Well… more than the others at least. Mk was swaying a little and his glamor had dropped about an hour ago, both Mei and Redson were a little better off but not by much. Wukong was drunk as a skunk… again. For being a 7 times immortal the ginger was still a light weight.

He promptly ignored the plastered king's pawing and insistent babbling. He was behaving like a needy cub and it was no longer his job to cater to the spoiled-

Warm lips pressed firmly against his own halting any further thoughts. The wine addled mind unable to process the actions of the stone monkey. The ebony monkey let out a muffled chip as calloused fingers cupped his cheeks. Those mischievous fingers quickly slid up to his sensitive ears and rubbed them just the right way for the shadow to melt in the king's hold. A small gasp gave the king all he needed to invade the warm mouth he had captured.

Slowly, slower than the six eared macaque would care to admit, he clawed back enough of his senses to realize what was happening.

Dark furred fingers gripped onto the stone monkey's shoulders and pushed the drunk king back. golden eyes blinked in hazzy confusion, watching the ebony monkey gasp for air while denying the ginger what he wanted.

After a moment macaque remember that they weren't alone. Carefully he peered over to the trio. Redson looked as though his brain had short-circeted and Mk was doing his best impression of tomato. Mei… she was holding up her phone with a grin that would put most villains to shame.

Wait…

Black fur fluffed up.

“DELETE THAT FOOTAGE!!!”

[niceandinaccuratequotes]

Beelzebub, drunk: I don’t give a damn about sin

Crowley, also drunk: yeah, me either, fuck trigonometry

[ratsnu]

Wherever you are i hope youre alive because I'm having jamilton withdrawals <3

hangin in there, thanks anon :)

im also having jamilton withdrawals so here’s smth inspired by a scene from the terms of affection fic

[p0pca7]

YEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW