In my silm AU Maeglin is raised as hungarian as possible. It would explain so many things guys, like the constant resting bitch face, the way he never seems to be happy even when he is and how he is used to depressive suroundings. Anyways this kid has the highest alcohol tolarance known to elves considering like any good hungarian he started drinking before 16. No one has ever seen him get drunk in Gondolin,(not for the lack of trying) and anytime someone challenges him to try and make a fool out of him it backfires very badly.
Jubal Valentine (FBI/Grimm): Short Story - AU: Chapter 1
You’ve had shitty days, but this felt like by far the worst.
Being a cop was hard enough, but when you found out about a particular quirk, well, there was a part of you that wanted it to be a lie, or some bad dream. Yet it was all real.
Not only do you have to deal with the crazy your job as a detective entails, but now you have to manage this supposed gift.
At least that’s what Nick Burkhardt called it.
“Another shot!” You called the bartender.
He seemed a bit skeptical, maybe even impressed because you’d been at this bar downing drinks for the last hour like it’s nobody’s business. He poured another, and you took it, emptying the glass as you dropped your head on the counter.
“Life sucks.”
That’s all you could think about at the moment.
“Hey there, having a hard time?”
A man slid into the chair next to you and you lifted your head, squinting. It’s possible that you’re a bit impaired.
“I’m fine.”
You weren’t in the mood for company or conversation.
It was a bit impressive that you said that without slurring.
“Come on, don’t be like that.”
When he placed his hand on your thigh, you moved back, but ended up stumbling out of your seat. You intended to say something, but someone stepped in front of you.
“I think the lady wants to be alone.”
His figure was blocking you, and all you could do was nod childishly in agreement as you stuck out your tongue. The man looked pissed, but backed down, walking away.
“That’s what you get..f-freaking jack..jack..”
You knew the word, it would come back eventually.
Your savior turned to you with a smile.
“You should be careful drinking alone in that state. Is there something here with you, maybe they can take you home.”
He seemed genuinely concerned and for a moment you just looked at him, eyes narrowed. He’s tall, pretty green eyes and a salt and pepper goatee.
His stance looks a bit official.
FBI, maybe even CIA if you had to guess.
His air of authority exudes that. Hands on his hips, attentive look. What are the odds that you would encounter another cop on this sulky night.
When the silence stretched, you stepped closer, as if inspecting his face. He raised a brow, curious.
“You’re not a wesen are you?”
“A wesen..”
Maybe if you hadn't been so wasted you would have caught the look he wore at the word. You just ended up waving it off, shuffling back to your seat. It took a bit of effort, but you’d managed to put yourself back into your seat. Lifting your arms, you placed them on the counter as you dropped your head back down, exhaling.
“I’m not sure how I feel about leaving you here alone.
You just flick your wrist around.
"It’s fine. I’m (Y/N).. I can..handle anything.”
Your face is still buried in your hands, and he feels even less assured at your slurred sentences.
“Okay, I’m calling you a cab.”
He pulls out his phone, and you straighten when he turns his back to order a ride.
Your eyes run over his form, and when they move back up to his face, he turns to you.
“I’m gonna need your address.”
You nod, sliding your little purse out as you hand it to him and he just looks at it in his palm before shaking his head with a smile.
“You should be a little more guarded, what if I was a criminal?”
“At least you’re *hic* a-a good looking criminal..”
You’re now admiring him, and he just laughs a bit softly before he opens your purse in search of your driver’s license. Once he gets it, he slides the card back in and holds it out to you. You just tilt your head to the left.
“Right, drunk. Got it. I’ll hold onto this. Do you think you can stand it?”
“Yep.”
You rise to your feet, and that’s as far as your body allows. The next step you take is a sway and he catches you before you lose your balance.
His hand is on the small of your back and against your shoulder. How much closer, you can see the beautiful hue of his eyes. He’s distracted for a second, but slowly begins to steady you. Now that you’re not bent, you smile and he chuckles.
This will be an interesting night.
By some miracle he got you into the cab, and straight to your house.
He’s skillfully ensured you didn’t strip right at the front door.
Going up the stairs would have been easier if you hadn’t grabbed every bar on the railing on the way there.
It took a while, but managed to get you through the door of your bedroom, and you were giggling, right up to the point that he placed you in bed.
He was laughing along with you softly.
“I guarantee you won’t be this cheerful when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.”
He joked.
He slid off your shoes, placing them at the side of the bed. You were getting comfortable, so you barely processed much when he stepped away, muttering about getting you a drink and painkillers. When he returned, you blinked, now very aware of the bottle of water he’d placed on the dresser.
“I couldn’t find any painkillers and I think it’s a bit creepy to just dig around your place.”
He was wearing a playful smile, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how caring this stranger was acting even though he didn’t know you, or your situation. You were just looking at him, and after a moment of your slightly awed expression, he cleared his throat, looking away.
“Okay, well I hope you feel better. I should probably get going.”
He stepped back, ready to leave and you flinched.
“W-Wait!”
He stopped in place and you gripped at the sheets.
“Please don’t..don’t go..”
You suddenly looked scared.
“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re fine. You’re in your home.”
He moved forward to reassure you, but you shook your head, gently taking his wrist.
“I’m scared, I don’t want to be alone, p-please don’t leave…”
You were pleading, and he seemed conflicted.
“I don’t think I should-”
“I want you to, I trust you.”
He wore an easy smile, shaking his head.
“You really should be more guarded, especially for a cop.”
Your brows furrowed.
“How…you know I’m a cop..?”
That made him laugh, and he pointed to the badge on your dresser.
“Oh..”
Obviously you hadn’t remembered to put it away before you went to the bar to get wasted. At least you’d been more conscious with your gun.
“You need to be careful.”
You just looked at him cutely and he shook his head again.
“You’re not listening to anything I’m saying right now, are you?”
You only smiled, and he relented, taking a seat on your bed. You were still holding his hand.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”
Your face lit up, and in your excitement you’d tugged him forward. The forceful pull made him fall unto you, and you simply laughed, hugging him. He was awkwardly trying to keep his hands off any forbidden territory. You just inhaled softly, letting out a content sigh.
“You smell good..”
You released after a moment, and when he straightened, he seemed a bit flustered. His eyes met your own and just for a second, something about his gaze just made you feel safe. Maybe that’s why you were finding it hard to look away. Your breaths mingled, and you were certain he would lean in.
He looked a bit entranced and you weren’t much better. The second the both of you got closer, he took a breath, closing his eyes as he pulled back. You blinked, clearly disappointed. He just placed his hands on his hips.
“I’ll..I’ll take the chair.”
He decided.
You didn’t want him to leave the room and the bed held too much temptation. He walked in a circle for a second before he finally moved to your mini sofa and sat down, running a hand over his face.
“No kiss..”
You sounded saddened and this time he actually laughed aloud.
“Goodnight (Y/N).”
You smiled, as if you’d forgotten the entire ordeal, nodding happily.
“Goodnight!”
You sounded cheerful as you laid back in the bed and he slightly slid down the chair with a smile of his own.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Sitting in his office in Endable behind piles of paperwork, the White Star flips through one-pager accounts of his dailies, reinforcing his memory of what he can still recall and memorizing what he has already forgotten.
Everything is as it should be, or so he thought: completely out of place among his daily to-do lists and recipes for disaster are several pages dedicated to one single day.
“...something far more intoxicating than any alcohol they have ever served in this pathetic excuse of a bar.”
What the hell is this obnoxious bullshit?
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Unknowing enemies become drinking buddies and more. In wine, there is truth.
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Or, AU where WS makes stupid bar jokes and becomes a sappy loser when he's drunk.
Hi! I would like to request again, if you dont mind.. I would like to ask you to please make something for Izuru from Bleach with the word being, Alcohol. I simply love the other things you wrote! And yes, Bleach needed more love. I couldn't let my childhood anime hanging. XD
Hiya Nil! thank you for coming back. I too have a special place in my heart for Bleach, I think it'll be a little more popular again when the anime starts up again? Enjoy this!
2nd person. Gn reader. tw: slight angst, alcohol and drunkness.
A knock at your door in the middle of the night startled you. You put on a bathrobe, grabbed your zanpakuto and warily opened it, immediately lowering your sword when you recognized the one waking you up.
“Izuru!”
He stumbled inside, eyes classy and reeking of alcohol. You realized immediately that it was one of those nights. Usually you’d be able to prevent them, but you had been so incredibly busy, you hadn’t noticed that he was slipping away again. You felt terrible.
“Y/n, I love you… so much.” His words were slurred and his eyes filled up with tears again. You helped him to your couch and brought him a class of water once you managed to pry his hands of your sleeve. Izuru got extra clingy when drunk.
“I love you too Izuru. You know that. I love you more than anything in the world.”
“Please don’t ever leave me?”
You sighed, your heart breaking. You knew that his trust had been so broken when you got together. You knew it would be unfair to make such a promise when there was no certainty for soul reapers, no guarantee of safely making it to the end. But for him, you’d try.
Warnings: Alc*hol consumption and Kuroo as a dru*k (reader is not dru*k). This is time skip Kuroo!
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Growing up playing volleyball landed Kuroo the best job he could ever ask for. Working for Japan’s Volleyball Sports Promotion Division allowed him to branch out into something different but still familiar in his heart.
Kuroo was a master. He went above and beyond what he was expected to do. Which meant that he would be swamped in work. He had to prioritize work over anything else, and if he were with someone that didn’t understand the effort that he needed to put into his work, he would have been single for all his life. Fortunately for Kuroo, you were extremely understanding.
You met Kuroo in college and became great friends. You ended up confessing to him first though. Kuroo wanted to be in a relationship with you, but he thought it was unfair of him to put you through a relationship where he wouldn’t always be active in it. When you asked him, he told you how he felt and his worries, you reassured him and told him that you were willing to go at the pace Kuroo wanted.
And that’s what you two did. Kuroo couldn’t have gotten to where he was without your ongoing support. He was grateful to have a s/o like you by his side. He worked on giving you the affection you deserved though, making sure that you weren’t lonely. When he noticed you were starting to miss him, he would stop working for a few and just cuddle with you.
His workload was intense but you would always remind him to take it easy. And that was your plan for today. Kenma had invited you, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukishima, and Hinata to his place to hang out. Fortunately, Kuroo had the day off tomorrow, meaning that you two could stay longer than normal.
Kuroo rarely drank when he was with his friends, work always stopped him from letting loose. But Bokuto bought a new bottle of rum for everyone to try. You tasked yourself with being designated driver. You really wanted Kuroo to enjoy himself and not have to worry about taking care of the rest of them, with the help of Akaashi and Tsukishima.
So when Bokuto passed a glass to Kuroo, before he could pass it off to you, you told him to enjoy it and gave him a bright smile. He knew what you meant and accepted the glass, which caused Bokuto and Hinata to jump up and down in excitement.
One glass became three. Three glasses became five. And five became eight. Kuroo was telling everyone stories and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was stumbling over his words and he didn’t even realize that he was telling the same story again. Everyone else was gone, well Akaashi was still sober and Tsukishima was in between sober and drunk. Even Kenma was slurring over his words with Hinata.
It was finally four in the morning when everyone was calling it quits. Hinata was going to sleep over at Kenma’s since he was already knocked out on the couch, Akaashi was going to drive Bokuto and Tsukishima, and you were going to take Kuroo home with you.
Akaashi helped you get Kuroo into your car since he was swaying too much and putting all his weight onto you. You thanked him and went to your side. You waved to your friends and started driving to your shared home. Kuroo was surprisingly very quiet, you had expected him to start repeating another story.
“Hey baby. Are you feeling okay?” you asked him. Kuroo turned to you with half lidded eyes and said, “You can’t call me that I have a s/o.” He crossed his arms and his head lolled to the window. You couldn’t help but laugh, even when drunk he was still very loyal to you.
“Aww. I can’t call you that? I won’t tell your s/o,” you joked. Kuroo glared at you and said, “Y/N is the best s/o I could ever ask for, I wouldn’t trade them for you. So back off stranger and drive me to my Y/N!” You laughed and gave him a pat to his head, he tried evading it but failed to do so. “Well, I’m Y/N so you don’t have to worry about that Tetsu.”
You finally made it to your apartment. You got out of the car and helped Kuroo out, he was a little wobbly and seeing him almost fall made you chuckle. You put his arm around your shoulders and walked to the door. You noticed that Kuroo was letting you, he probably realized that you were actually Y/N and not a stranger. Once inside he went straight to the room, not caring that he was bumping into everything on the way. He took off his shirt and pants, got on the bed, tucked himself in and closed his eyes.
You made it to the room and laughed, “Tetsu you didn’t even brush your teeth. And you didn’t even wait for me. Are you trying to hurt my feelings?” you couldn’t help it, he was so cute in his intoxicated state. He cracked open an eye and reached for your wrist, clumsily pulling you into his embrace. You didn’t let him though, “Let me get you your pajamas. It’s too cold to be sleeping half naked.” He giggled while you pulled the blanket off of him. Going into his closet, you pulled out his nightwear and went back to him. It was a struggle to put his bottoms on, he wasn’t helping you in the slightest. “Tetsu, lift up your legs! They’re too heavy,” you exclaimed. He lifted them up a little and you were finally able to slip them on. “Lift your butt up please.” Kuroo complied and you were halfway finished. You were exhausted but you wanted Kuroo to rest well, his hangover was going to be absolutely horrible so the least you could do is help him out right now.
Getting Kuroo’s shirt on was the highlight of the night. He was so dazed when you were pulling it over his head. After the second try you got his head into the right hole, and when his head popped through he looked lost. “Why do you look like that?” you laughed. He looked so dumb, his dazed expression made you crack up. You got both his arms in and were finally done with getting him dressed to sleep. You were debating if you should help him brush his teeth, but you were sure Kuroo would have absolutely been no help, so you decided that you would just handle his morning breath like a champ come morning time.
You quickly changed and jumped into bed with him. Kuroo was knocked out, nothing would wake him up. You didn’t mind though, you were happy that your boyfriend was able to let go and not worry about the next day. He worked so hard everyday, he deserved to have fun and drink with his friends. And he deserved to be taken care of after a long night of drinking, even though he was not helpful when under the influence. You kissed him goodnight and wrapped your arms around him.
Unknown to you, Kuroo would wake up with the biggest smile on his face upon seeing you holding him tightly. He would also wake up with the biggest headache of his life though, but your smile would brighten his day either way.
a/n: ahh i couldn’t help myself!! on saturday i went to my aunts house and my dad drank a lot, and i’ve only ever seen him drunk two times in my life. he was all wobbly and he was repeating his stories so many times. and my mom didn’t drink at all. when we got home my dad did exactly that and my mom and i laughed at him. my mom really helped him out and it was such a cute moment that i wanted to write that for kuroo. don’t get it twisted tho, my parents are annoying when they’re together >:( but this time it was kinda cute. i really love all your comments!! every time i get one i make sure to reply back, they make my heart explode so thank you to those of you responsible for making me happy :)
Lucio and Julian would ALSO like to know what Lua's familiar situation is. (They have an ongoing... thing where they bring various animals to Lua to see if they're right. They've been getting increasingly desperate.) Lua is still refusing to tell them anything. It's DEFINITELY not the goldfish.
Valerius - what is your MC like under the influence of alcohol? do they take it well or can they not hold large amounts of it?
It's... well it varies. Lua's shape-shifting is such that they can adjust their metabolism and feel no effect if they want, or to keep it subdued. There's a catch though - they have to do this BEFORE they've had too much or they'll be too out of it to do it properly or much at all (Lua can't/dosen't shift while inebriated. They're very good at shifting but it requires a clear head and strong sense of control - neither of which they have while drunk.)
That being SAID... Lua doesn't generally tend to overdo it unless they're really feeling sorry for themselves, way too socially distracted, or generally on a bad tack. That or they forget that mimosas have alcohol in them because they're drinking them before noon... we all have our moments.
Leslie was feeling something different than usual, he was pissed. Fuming mad!! All because of a girl and her four friends making fun of him for the way he looked!!! In public!!
“D-D-Daaamn bitches! Hahaaa! Got y-yer t-t-t-tie-tires!! H-how’d y-ya *hic*...h-hehehe! H-How d-do ya l-like *hic* T-That!! G-Got em’ a-allll!~” Leslie sang and spun in a circle in glee at his tiny amount of revenge! They wouldn’t be driving home anytime soon! Nope! Jerks! They should know he couldn’t control how pale he was...he had albinism, wasn’t it obvious?
Though Leslie didn’t linger on this thought for long. He was still a little proud of himself, drunk enough for his face to be a deep pink and wobbly as he put away his utility knife. He was always missing things! “A-Aaah...c-c’moonnn.” The boy whined, his tongue out a little and focused on putting his fingers in the right place aaannd...the knife clicked into place without him cutting himself!! Well, he had two but...but he usually got four, so he was okay.
He smiled and chuckled a bit before he put his finger to his lips, wiping away the blood with his tongue as he looked around. Shit, oh no, Leslie slowly stopped moving around as he came to an awful realization! “A-Ah...aw m-man. The b-bus...” The boy lowered his head, drunk and now sad before something caught his eye! Leslie craned his head to see! Was someone under a car?!? He tried to concentrate, did they need help???
