Flirty Drunk

flirty drunk

jesper fahey x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: alcohol, implied bisexuality (idk if that’s a warning), gambling, a lil self doubt

summary: after a night of gambling, jesper gets a little drunk. who knew he was so flirty when he got tipsy?

the crow club was busy. like usual.

but among all the chaos, i could still spot jesper gambling his money away.

he was always either at a table drinking away with friends or at a gambling table. today, the latter was the case.

he threw his cards down, laughing dryly. i knew he had lost.

i walked over to him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck from behind. jesper was still babbling away, even with me near him.

"how much did you lose, jes?"

"nothing much. 10 kruge."

"35," the man officiating the game butted in.

i laughed as jesper sent him a glare. "i thought we were friends, man," he whispered.

i leaned towards jesper. "well, i think jesper's gambled enough for one night. i'm going to steal him away," i say, pulling him up.

everyone else at the table lets out a whistle as jesper whines.

"love, it's not that much. i bet i can win—"

"win it back? jesper, you have the luck of a one-legged dog."

everyone laughed as jesper only whined more. i plopped him down at a table with inej and nina seated at it.

"i'll be back with some shots. be a good boy, and don't move," i tell jesper, who had taken to pouting. he nodded resentfully but kept frowning.

i went to the bar and ordered some shots. i looked around while they were being made. jesper was still at the table, talking excitedly with nina and inej. i smiled at the sight.

i took the shots and placed them on the table. jesper immediately downed a shot and set it back down.

"someone's thirsty," nina commented, looking at the empty shot glass on the table.

"y/n said i couldn't gamble," jesper said, looping his arm around my shoulder.

"he had lost 35 kruge," i argued.

"you don't need to defend yourself. jesper gambling is never a good thing," inej says, taking a shot and drinking it.

jesper yelled a bit as nina, inej, and i all laughed at him.

a few hours later, i had not taken a sip of alcohol but jesper was extremely inebriated.

"y/n, darling, you're gorgeous. y'know that, right?" jesper told me, his words slurred.

inej and nina giggled at his behavior.

"so you're a flirty drunk?" i ask jesper, watching him stare at my face.

"i just speak the truth when i'm tipsy. and the truth is you have the face and body of a greek goddess," jesper says, blushing.

i laugh. "i think we need to get you to bed."

"yours or mine?"

nina, inej, and i laugh at the bit as i attempt to hide my blush.

"your bed, jes," i tell him, standing up.

jesper smiles. "feel free to join, love," he says as he winks.

nina and inej are thrown into another fit of laughter at jesper's attempts to flirt.

"okay, jesper. let's get you to bed."

jesper tells nina and inej goodbye before following me to the slat. (not without a few stumbles.)

once i got him to his room, i opened the door and i allowed him to walk inside. he walked into his room and plopped down on his bed as soon as he got close enough.

"this bed is so cold," jesper said, turning over so that he's belly-up. "if only you were in it with me."

i shake my head in amusement. "you're really dead set on getting me in bed with you, aren't you?"

"wouldn't any reasonable man be?" jesper said, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. "or woman for that matter."

i laugh at him. "i'll sleep in your bed tonight if you get dressed right now," i tell him.

jesper immediately scrambled into action, stripping off his clothes immediately. i try to look away but it's pretty damn difficult considering his build. he's attractive. very attractive.

he slips on some sleeping pants and opens his arms. "dressed!" he says excitedly.

"where's your shirt?" i ask, noticing his bare torso.

"i don't wear a shirt to sleep, love," jesper says, winking.

i laugh and shake my head. "get in the bed. i'm going to go get ready," i say.

"you better come back! i trust you!" jesper yells, slipping under the covers.

"i promise i'll come back," i say, smiling at him.

"okay!" jesper says.

i go to my room and change into a sleeping shirt and shorts. i walk back to jesper's room.

he's still awake, but i can tell he's getting sleepy.

"hello, my love. you look gorgeous even in pajamas," jesper says, looking over at me. "i bet you'd look even better in nothing."

i blush at that. "jes, you big flirt."

i crawl under the sheets, already feeling the warmth of jesper's body.

"why'd you have to wear a shirt? i can't feel your skin," jesper whines.

"did you want to feel my skin?" i ask him, amused by the boy's drunk antics.

"yes," jesper says, tugging at my shirt.

i sit up. "you really want me to take off my shirt?"

"yes."

"why should i?"

"because i've done everything you wanted me to."

i thought about it for a second before taking off the shirt and throwing it to the side. i had an undershirt on, so i wasn't too concerned. i laid back down.

"better?" i ask as jesper traces shapes on my bare arms.

"much," he says, a huge grin on his face.

jesper loops his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest.

"jes?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"going to sleep."

"are you going to be using my chest as a pillow when you sleep?"

"yes."

"okay."

"i love you."

"i love you too, jes."

"not like that."

"what do you mean?"

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and then he fell asleep.

and i fell asleep, my mind on what just happened.

does he love me? or does he just love me as a friend? or is it just the alcohol talking? well they say drunk words are sober thoughts. i'll deal with this in the morning.

i woke up only to see jesper still asleep, his arms and legs wrapped around me with his head on my chest. my arms were around his neck loosely.

i just smiled down at him. he looked still and peaceful for once. i had never seen him like this before.

my hands went to his hair as i started to play with it.

jes' hair was extremely soft. it felt like clouds. and it was curly. i could take each little strand of hair and twist it around my finger if i wanted.

i started to just run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

"if i knew you liked my hair this much, i would've let you do this before now."

i looked down to see jesper with a lopsided smile, looking at me.

"sorry," i said, removing my hand from his hair.

jesper grabbed my hand before my fingers fully left my hair. "don't stop. it feels nice," he tells me.

i allow my hands to start playing with his hair again.

"morning, by the way," jesper says, his words slightly slurred.

"morning. did you sleep well?" i ask.

"spectacularly. i had the best pillow in ketterdam," he says.

i laugh at him. "headache yet?"

"i've built up a resistance to hangovers, darling."

"really? i thought you'd at least have a headache. you drank quite a lot last night."

"speaking of last night, how'd you end up in my bed? not that i'm complaining."

"you wouldn't shut up about me sleeping with you, so i caved."

"and your shirt is on the ground because..."

"you said you wanted to feel my skin."

"what else did i say?"

"you told me you loved me."

jesper's eyes went wide, but my hands never stopped.

"i said what?"

"you said 'i love you.' so i said 'i love you too, jes.' and then you said 'not like that.' and i said 'what do you mean?' and you said 'i love you.' and i said 'i love you too.'"

jesper blinked at me. "did you know what i meant?"

"i know exactly what you meant."

"so why'd you say it back?"

"because i love you too."

then jesper looked up at me with the biggest smile.

so i took my hands out of his hair and put one on each of his cheeks, and i kissed him.

his lips were soft and warm, and they still tasted a bit like whiskey. but it was perfect. he was perfect. his lips moved perfectly against mine while me moved so that his body was hovering above mine.

we pulled apart for air as he smiled down at me.

"is this why you bought us shots?"

"no. but i'm happy with the result."

he smiled and leaned down to pull me into another kiss.

poison coma.

genya safin x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: food poisoning, a little self criticism

summary: feelings finally come out after some weird tea and a poison coma. 

inspo: “i dreamed about you while i was in my poison coma. i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.” “you think i’m nice?”

i ran through the halls of the little palace, not caring who or what i might run to. this was too important.

finally, i spotted a familiar head of red hair dressed in ivory. i ran up to the girl, grabbing her hand and leaning towards her ear. “you busy? i have a scoop,” i whisper.

genya turns from ivan, smiling at me. “well, i always have time for a scoop,” she says, turning back to ivan before saying a quick ‘bye’ and turning back to me. “lead the way, sankta y/n,” she says.

i scoff as i walk off, my hand still in hers. “you know i hate that name,” i say.

genya giggles. “i know. that’s why i use it.”

i roll my eyes, pulling her out the palace and under a nearby tree. i sit down under its shade, the tailor sitting next to me.

“you’re so mean to me,” i say, not even trying to hide the grin on my face.

genya smiles back, a dazzling grin that would make the whole world stop to look. “oh, but you love me,” she says. “at least, you love me enough to fill me in on the gossip.”

the gossip. yes, she only wants the gossip.

“okay. well, i was walking down this hallway. completely empty, or so i thought,” i say. “i hear some hushed voices, so i follow them and find… drum roll, please.”

genya giggles but nonetheless beats on her lap to supply some kind of drumroll.

“nadia and marie!” i say, causing genya to gasp. “they were, what i can only describe as, canoodling on a bench!”

genya giggles. “i knew it! those two are together far too much to just be friends!”

i wonder if people think that about us. i push the thought aside, instead looking at the grass underneath me.

genya started rambling about something ivan had said to her as i looked up to her and listened.

she was so beautiful, even when she didn’t try. it was impossibly hard not to admire every single part of every single feature of her, but i managed to do it.

i always did.

i sat down in the library, a cup of tea in hand. i placed it down on the table i was sitting at, opening a book and beginning to flip through it.

after a few minutes of reading, i took a sip of my tea. it was colder.

colder than it should be.

i looked down at it, trying to figure out where the steam should be. the. it couldn’t clearly see the cup anymore as the lines began to fade into the table.

i suddenly felt dizzy, and the world began to spin fast. everything was blurry and dull but also clear and bright.

then everything was black.

i looked down at my hands, noticing how the usually smooth skin had wrinkled and how the veins in my hand had gone blue. i touched my cold hand to my face, and felt the loose skin wrinkle around my features.

i had grown old, and if i looked in a mirror, i knew i’d look like a human raisin.

i heard giggling from the outside of my room, and i quickly recognized the voice.

genya. she can’t see me like this.

i hurriedly looked around my room for something to cover myself with, but i was too late.

the tailor pushed open the doors, a beautiful smile on her face. “morning, love,” she says.

i look at her, my eyes wide. “genya, i don’t know what’s-“

“shush,” she says walking behind me. she tangles her hands in my hair, quickly braiding and styling it.

i looked up and found a mirror in front of me. i really was old and gross, but genya was still amazing. as beautiful as the last time i had seen her.

she finally finished styling my white hair, she rested her head on my shoulder, smiling at me.

“beautiful,” she muttered.

i smiled at her. “it’s all you.”

she giggles, kissing my cheek. “i’ll come back for you in five minutes. put on your kefta. goodbye.”

and with that, she was out the door, her beautiful red hair flowing behind her as she left the room.

she was so kind to me. even when i looked horrifying, she called me beautiful.

i looked horrifying. why did i look horrifying? what was the last thing i remember?

the library. the tea. the blackness.

the black.

the…

i woke up to the feeling of crisp sheets underneath my fingertips, the light chatter of people filling the room.

i sat up, taking in my surroundings.

the infirmary.

i hear someone walking outside before the doors fly open, revealing a familiar grisha woman.

“y/n!” genya says, running towards me while healers turn towards genya than me.

the healers all turn towards genya, then to me.

genya is suddenly at my side, hugging me tightly.

“oh!” i exclaim, hugging the girl back.

genya pulls away, smiling widely at me before a wave of worry passes over her. “i was so worried about you. sergei found you passed out in the library. we didn’t know what happened. i was worried out of my mind!”

“genya!” the healer calls, causing the tailor to turn to face her. “we need to talk with y/n. do you mind?”

“oh! sorry!” genya says, smiling one more time at me. “i’ll be back for you when they release you, okay?”

“okay,” i say, smiling as she walks away.

the healer turns to me, asking questions about what i remember and how i was feeling. once she was done with her questions, she told me would be out in a few days.

thank the saints.

food poisoning. the tea i drank had food poisoning, making me slip into a “poison coma” (as genya called it). it just required a few days of rest for the symptoms to fade away, then they’d let me out.

the day they let me out of the infirmary, genya was waiting right outside of the doors. as soon as i was out, she pulled me into the tightest hug imaginable.

“saints, it’s been practically unbearable without you around,” she says into my hair. once she pulls away, she smiles brightly at me before tugging at my hand. “come on! we have so much to catch up on! you missed so much, and i want to hear all about the gossip the healers spread!”

genya began to go on about rumors of a new ball as she dragged the two of us to our tree. once we got there, i sat down as genya still stood, going on about what everyone was saying about the ball.

i smiled up at her, watching as she looked down and smiled back. “well, why don’t you tell me about how it was in the infirmary? if it was horrible, i’ll pull a few strings and try to improve the conditions.”

i shrugged. “conditions were find. the coma thing was weird.”

“really?” genya says. “i heard it can cause hallucinations. i’m not sure though. that mold can do weird things.”

“i dreamed about you when i was in my poison coma,” i blurted out. “i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.”

“you think i’m nice?”

i look, noticing genya with a uncharacteristically shy smile on her face. i smile back at her. “i think you’re very nice, genya.”

a huge smile breaks out on her face as she sits down at my side. “i think you’re very nice, too.”

i can’t help myself. i just lean forward and kiss her.

for a second she doesn’t react, and i panic. what if she doesn’t like me back? what if she doesn’t even like girls?

and then i felt her smile against my lips, kissing me back. i wrap my arms around her, feeling every dream i had about this moment put to shame. she was just so amazing, in absolutely every way, and i couldn’t help smiling against her lips.

genya finally pulled away, giggling. “oh, you’re very nice, y/n.”

i chuckle. “i could say the same for you, genya.”

me when finnick and annie get reunited in mockingjay pt 1 and he holds her so tenderly and you can just feel how much he cares for her and missed her and now i wanna cry

quick kisses and a white lie

gwen stacy x reader

type: tooth-rotting fluff

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: like one dirty joke

summary: stupid peter and his stupid questions and gwen’s stupid time management skills.

a/n: as much as i love peter parker, i LOVE me some gwen stacy

i couldn't help but let a giggle erupt from my lips as i wrapped my arms around gwen.

her brilliant smile graces her face once more. i couldn't help myself. i kissed her face again, and we both let out girl-ish giggles.

"how did i get so lucky to get you as a girlfriend?" i whisper into her hair.

gwen shakes her head, her ponytail swaying with the motion. "moderately lucky, i guess," she says.

i gasp, pulling away from her slightly and smiling down at her. "i have no idea what you're talking about, stacy," i say. "i have the most beautiful-" kiss "-smart-" kiss "-funny-" kiss "-girlfriend in the world-" kiss "-who has the most-" kiss "-wonderful smile!" kiss

her beautiful smile graced her face again, and i kissed her again.

"well, when you put it like that..." gwen says.

i laugh with her again as her hands snake around my neck.

"i'm so glad you're mine," i whisper into her smile.

"i'm so glad you're mine," gwen whispers back.

she tightens her grip on the back of my neck, pulling me towards her lips. i smile, our lips about to touch for what seems like the 100th time today, when—

KNOCK KNOCK

i stand up, stumbling away from gwen and turning towards my door.

"shit shit shit shit shit," i say, smiling to myself and to gwen. she stands up and collects herself, attempting to take her hair that had become slightly wild from my hands running through it.

i do the same while also straightening my clothes. "coming!" i yell.

"so soon," gwen whispers, throwing me a wink.

i gasp, a mix between a laugh and a scoff leaving my lips.

i turn back to the door, shooing gwen to one of the corners out of view of the door before opening the door.

"hey!"

peter.

"hey, parker. what's... how- uh- why are you here?"

peter shrugs. "gwen and i had plans at 4, and it's 5 right now, and i haven't seen her yet."

i didn't know gwen had plans! she always forgets these fucking plans, and now parker is at my door looking for gwen, aka my secret girlfriend hiding in a corner in my fucking room!

"oh, that sucks, i'm sorry," i say, gritting my teeth as i hear the very faint giggles of gwen.

parker shrugs. "yeah. i stopped by her house, and she wasn't there. and i thought since you're always hanging around her..."

"you think i know where she is," i say.

parker nods. "so..."

i shrug. "i... don't..."

the boy nods. "alright."

i'm about to close the door before peter lodges his foot between the wooden door. "look, just tell me the truth. is she here and you're just covering for her?"

"i- uh... well..."

peter chuckles and gazes behind me. "i'll see you at school, gwen!"

he finally moves his foot away and walks away from my room.

i slam the door shut before gwen topples over, bursting out laughing.

"this isn't funny, gwen! i had to lie to peter, and he's a really nice boy!" i scold, walking over to her and slapping her shoulder.

she only laughs even more. "i'm sorry, baby," she finally says after her laughter fit is over. "i forgot. besides, it's so easy to get distracted when i'm with my wonderful girlfriend!"

she wraps her arms around my neck as mine snake around her waist, resting loosely on her hips.

she pulled my into a quick kiss, smiling as she pulls away.

"i'm sorry you had to lie to peter," gwen says, her nose nudging mine.

i sigh. "i forgive you, i guess," i say.

gwen chuckles and presses another kiss to my lips.

"i love you."

"i love you more, stacy."

strawberry mentos

lucas sinclair x gn!reader

type: literally tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 0.2k

warnings: poorly written smooches, reader’s fav candy is strawberry mentos

summary: kisses with lucas are already sweet enough. even sweeter when you can taste the sugar on his tongue.

inspo: “strawberry kisses” by leanna firestone

a/n: wrote this bc i couldn’t sleep and we need more lucas fics !!!

i pulled away from him, my eyes scanning his face.

"what- what is it?" lucas asks, eyes a little terrified.

i dive back in for another kiss. it's a press of lips and a swipe of the tongue before i pull away again.

"you taste sweet, sinclair," i state plainly.

the boy chuckles nervously. "umm... thank you?"

i kiss him again and again, trying to find the sweetness i had just tasted.

i could taste the sugar on his tongue. i knew lucas loved candy, but there was something special about the sweetness of this kiss. it was all too familiar.

after a handful more of kisses, i finally figured it out, pulling away from lucas with the largest grin adorning my face.

"holy shit, sinclair," i say. "strawberry mentos."

he stutters, his whole body heating up in embarrassment. "i have no idea what you're talking about."

my smile grows impossibly. "you ate my favorite candy," i say, "so that when i kiss you, it'll taste like them."

i get up off his bed, pulling open the drawer in his bedside candy, the designated candy stash. sitting at the top was a case of strawberry mentos, no doubt costing a few hours in the hot summer sun mowing lawns.

i picked them up, showing them to lucas as evidence. i gave him a pointed 'see?' look.

"i thought you'd like kissing me more if i tasted like your favorite candy..." the boy mumbled.

i wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"jesus, sinclair. you're so sweet that i think my teeth just might fall out."

we both laughed, feeling unbelievably happy in each other's arms.

maybe all of erica and the party's teasing was worth it for these little moments.

and lucas' stupid strawberry mentos kisses.

james potter is so jack kelly coded, and i’ll leave that there.