Request for Ringo X Reader. 

Ringo X Reader

Caution: Language, Suggestive comments, reader is incredibly intoxicated.

Enjoy, my cuties.

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“Another one!”

You let out a loud hiccup and then giggled.

The bartender raised his eyebrow, not sure if should allow you more consumption of alcohol. Deciding, you didn’t seem like the dangerous type, he poured you another glass.

“Yippee!”

You chugged the entire shot in one go. Your throat felt numb from the number of ones you had drank before. 

John was watching you with amusement. 

“Hey, look at (y/n). I think she had one too many.”

The other boys, who hadn’t been paying much attention, discussing their own woes, turned to the scene. Paul shook his head chucking, and turned back to George. Ringo stared at you a minute longer.

You were rather amusing, with your slurred singing and bouncing in your chair like a small child. 

“She’s not going to be pleasant tomorrow.” John grimaced. “Y’know what happens when it’s ‘her time of the month.’ This is gonna be worse.”

“You think we should stop ‘er?”

“Nah. Let ‘er have some fun.”

Ringo didn’t quite understand John’s reasoning, but John was a bit tipsy himself, and he didn’t quite understand him most of the time.

By this point, you were spinning in the chair, laughing so hard, tears started to form in your eyes.

“Hey Boys! I’m spinnin! Look at me go!” you grinned and gave Ringo a quick wink before pivoting once again.

He smiled, and turned back to his drink. He listened to the chatting for a while, which seemed to be mostly boasting about their best lays. When his eyes strayed back to you, he noticed a man sitting next to you.

Who’s that guy?

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“Hello there, lovely.”

You blinked. There, sitting next to you, was a young handsome chap, smirking deviously.

“Helloooo.”

You didn’t quite know what he said next, but it must have been important, because next thing you know, the man’s got his hand on your thigh. 

“Who are youuu?”

“The name’s Jack, sweetheart. What’s yours?”

“(y/n). Wait, no... that’s not it. Hold on... oh yeah, (y/n).”

He grinned. “ ‘ad too much to drink, love?”

“No, I have not.” you huffed. 

“S’alright, won’t hol’ it agains’ ya.” 

You smiled. A very goofy, glazed smile.

“Whad’ ya say we get outta here?” he whispered in your ear.

Whoah, you may be drunk, but you weren’t that drunk. 

“Why’d I do that? Don’t even know ya.” you poked him in the chest.

“I think we can get to know each other better, yeah? Sound’s like a great idea.”

He pulled your face towards his, forcing your lips on his. You struggled for a moment, but you didn’t have to wait long.

“GETTOF HER YOU BASTARD!”

Your eyes opened wide, and for a second you were stone cold sober, watching Ringo beat the boy to a pulp.

The boys where quickly jumping out of their seats, pulling Ringo off the lad with the most force they could muster.

“Ringo! What the hell was that?!”

He had a cut lip, and a fiery look in his eyes. Glaring at Jack, he muttered “He was forcin’ himself on (y/n).”

When he had cooled off for a second, the boys deemed the kid safe and let him off their grip.

Jack got out of there as quickly as he could.

Ringo turned to you, looking worriedly into your eyes.

“You alright, love?”

“Y-yeah.” you replied shakily. “T-thank you.” 

You hiccuped.

His blue eyes shown relief, and a chuckle came from his lips.

“Still a little drunk, I see.”

“Yeah, but the whole mugging scene kinda sobered me up.”

“I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Good. That means I can do this.” you grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard.

His lips were softer than you could have imagined. 

“Ahem.”

You both jumped.

“Getta room, would ya?” John rolled his eyes at the sight of the two of you.

You smirked, a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Not a bad idea.”

~~~

It’s so funny how Eren always encouraged the people around him to fight... and yet...

...that’s what he says to the people he actually cares about.

He would be pissed. You are his, just like he is yours. However his approach would differ depending on who's doing the flirting.

If it's a God he would have no problem walking up to said God and punching them. Or using his status to make the God leave you alone. Once he took care of the God he would wrap you in his arms and take you somewhere private. He wants to make sure you're safe and sound.