ciao cutie my name is taylor - the girl who ate tootie chalamet - let's be friends. i'm your woman if you're into questionable fashion choices, dogs, luca guadagnino, u and me sharing bottles of red and going on hunts for vintage furniture. let's hold hands, run off into the sunset and watch some studio ghibli while stuffing our faces with uncle paul's pizza (my personal fav in nyc) hmu bb @idontlikevelveeta
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@unfathomablebeings sent: 😚 (chunks a drunk roman at both yalls heads. figure it out bye)
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The night began innocently enough. They were two single adults on a Friday night, exhauted from a weekly workload; taking solace in the best way they knew how: beer, snacks, and friendship! ..Well, neither of them were particularly fond of large groups of people (Ro had mumbled something about his 'employees' being too rowdy that night). The local bars weren't much better, what with the strange looks she'd get, but she wasn't really in the mood to drink alone (again). Faced with such a dilemma, Miya had suggested they drink together in the comfort of her new home.
'Its a celebration, a celebration! C'mon, just a few drinks!'
He had seemed a little troubled, but had strangly accepted anyway. Was he worried about her drinking all by herself? Ro really was softhearted.
It was supposed to be innocent--
So how did she end up in this kind of compromising situation?!
'R-Ro, I think you've had a little too much to drink--'
'I thought you said I was handsome.'
'I did, but--'
Aha, that's how. Through the fog of drunkness, she remembers how the conversation had taken that direction. All because of her! Her and her big mouth! Alcohol really was the enemy of mankind--!
Those wandering thoughts are momentarily drowned by the feeling of Ro's lips on her own yet again. He had been gentle at first, but was progressively becoming more and more forceful as this progressed. She couldn't lie to herself, it felt nice.
How long had they been at it? Her half drunken mind had lost track of the time quite awhile ago. That still drunk part of her mind told her that it didn't really matter, but this had to stop at some point. Now that she was beginning to sober up, she could appreciate how bad of an idea this really was. He was drunk, and so was she (sort of)!
"Ro, I think that's en--?!" Miya barely manages to keep herself upright when Ro presses himself closer. She feels his tongue slip into her mouth; a newly forged heat makes itself known in her stomach. Her own small hands begin to search aimlessly for something to hold on to. She could barely keep herself from falling backwards from the weight of his body on her's.
Her hand first lands on his arm, wrapped around her waist keeping her firmly in place. Fingers trace the ripples of strong muscle; very briefly, she marvels at how impressive it was. She tugs to pry his arm loose. Denied. Shit, how could a man have this much muscle?! The thought made the heat over her face spread even further. Her other hand settles onto his chest and she presses hard try and create some distance between them. Once again, denied. Seriously, was Ro a human being or a solid wall of muscle?! (it was impressive in many ways)
She was starting to feel light-headed from the lack of air, and had almost resigned herself to having to wait until he had enough. Almost, until a rough hand began to wander down the shape of her neckline, and towards a place he really shouldn't be touching.
Miya lost her composure. In an act of nearly inhuman strength she rarely showed others, she SHOVED him off of her. The force of the push practically flings him off the couch and onto the floor. She hears a low curse of pain, and watches as he rubs the back of his head. Shit, that didn't hurt him, did it?! Miya takes a few moments to recompose herself, watching Ro for any obvious signs of injury. Seeing none, and seeing him begin to stumble to his feet, she takes this as her best opportunity.
"I, u-uh.. I should go!" Miya hurriedly mumbles out an apology before bolting straight out the door. Out of her own apartment.
After the events that entailed within the Deepground Disaster, Vincent found himself sincerely lost as to what to pursue; no violence, no conflict meant he was left to his own devices and there was only so long one could occupy themselves with passtimes before negativity kicks in.
He turns his attention to working on himself, on repressed emotions and trauma - but what started as something with the purest of intentions the Gunman soon finds himself using crutches such as alcohol and narcotics as a way of getting by. Before he knew it, he couldn’t go a day without it.
Falling further from grace, feeling useless without the power of Chaos in his blood, Vincent shrivels further and further into himself and can only be found outside when either collecting a deal or shopping for alcohol. He’s a broken man shrouded in the sins of his past, struggling to find a place in his peaceful world.
⌠ madison beer, 22, cisfemale, she/her ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, FAITH RUSH! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in SEDUCTION + DRIVER’S ED ; and they did not go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of crop tops and large jackets, hickeys on her neck and collarbone, bad dreams at night and lipstick smudges in the morning . when it’s the LEO’s birthday on 07/04/1997, they always request their WAFFLES WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM AND STRAWBERRIES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ sarah, 20, she/her, gmt+1 ⍀
PAST
Faith grew up in a extremely wealthy family and has always been really spoiled in general.
However since her family’s way of dealing with everything has always been financially, she didn’t really get any love either. Anytime she had any personal issues her mother never really any advice or listened and that’s why she’s extremely closed up about any of her issues and has the constant belief that no one really wants to bother with her problems.
So to protest, Faith had always been seeking thrill and if not that, the approval from others. Although her ways to get them were a little questionable considering she started partying at a pretty young age and got into all sorts of trouble from the get go, just in order to get a reaction from her parents for once but they managed to not care anyway, instead putting all the issues on her Nanny, Karen
So of course, anything that she said didn’t go through to the female who was sneaking out every night so far just to find a way to please herself and distract herself from the emptiness her parents left her with
TW;THEFT AND ALCOHOL So she quickly found another way to help herself with, love. There was this one guy who made her feel all the things her parents didn’t, and more and she was completely blind of everything that quickly moving relationship entailed. To a point where she couldn’t see that robbing stores for liquor despite having the money to purchase it was wrong, that speeding on motorbikes in the middle of the night drunk was wrong but it was what made her feel alive.
TW; ABUSE However, her idea of the fairy tale quickly faltered when her boyfriend came home drunk at one point, wanting her to come along but she wasn’t in the mood so they got into a pretty bad fight, one that ended with her having a couple bruises. As one might think, she didn’t immediately break up with him because she was scared of what else might come and especially because she had no one else to talk to besides her Nanny
She did have close friends in high school but she always kept up the queen b demeanor, not wanting anyone to see her suffer to keep her status the same because that was one of the things that did also genuinely affect her happiness, so they of course only heard the good sides of her relationship
Of course, it didn’t stop with a few bruises, now he seemed to get mad at every little mistake to a point where the female was even scared to make breakfast in case she’d accidentally drop something
Which, of course happened at one point so she was met with her first actual punch and as someone who had little to no clue of defending herself, she ended up unconscious on the kitchen floor
To her luck, her parents were on business trips during that time and didn’t know of anything that was going on, just figuring she and Karen were living as they were supposed to
TW; STABBING / INJURY Her Nanny could definitely sense that something was wrong, however never really actually saw it up until that one night when Faith took all her built up sorrow and anger together and tried to break up with her boyfriend which resulted in him attempting to kill her but luckily she got away fast enough and drove herself into the ER
So that’s when she had to be in the hospital for a while, instead telling her friends that she was in Cali for a few weeks
Of course, she had nowhere to go after she was healed again and she didn’t want to get involved with the police or anything because she was scared he’d turn it around and mention the drugs that he hid at her place at the moment
So she did whatever she thought was more reasonable at that time, and knew was going to work, she took a large sum of money and bribed him to leave the city
So of course she had to fight with a lot of inner demons at that time so her ways of drinking and so on haven’t even remotely stopped and now with immense trust issues, Faith never really gave in to a relationship again, more so hooking up with people all over the place but never more than once to ensure that something like that would never happen again
Of course she still lived in a state of fear knowing that the male had every opportunity to come back and demand more cash but she figured that he was scared of having her go to the police about it now
When she was 20, her parents had already not been home for an entirety of two years, just living their life in god knows where which Faith honestly was content with by the time, just having bonded with her Nanny by then and trying to go through everything day by day
Just at one night, where she was pretty lonely at night she figured she’d do some research about her parents considering they were known people and she figured there had to be some news about them and that’s where she encountered Gallagher, more so an article about how this girl who joined it found a loved one through her special spy skills
Which made her delve into it more, finding it the perfect place to go under in case her Ex felt like returning, not to mention the ways she could defend herself with and potentially take revenge -- not like she was missing the confidence to do so ever, just the means
PRESENT
Faith is now in her third year, having chosen seduction and Drivers ed because that was partially what she was most comfortable with considering her alluring personality and a way to get out of anything fast if things got risky
Faith pretty much disappeared from the public eye as much as possible, refraining from telling too much from her or getting into any close relationships and stuff in case someone was going to tell
So she’s extremely secretive and somewhat paranoid, keeping everyone at a distance as much as necessary to keep herself as safe as possible
However, that doesn’t mean that she’s shy at all, if anything she’s super out there uttering her opinion and spitting out her truths whenever someone does her wrong
She is scarily confident for someone who’s been through so much, always known to get what she wants whenever she wants, ready to eat up anyone who says otherwise
She’s extremely bitchy around males for obvious reasons but will manipulate them and shape them to her enjoyment whenever possible, not really caring about anyone else’s feelings besides her own
LITTLE QUIRKS
she has trouble sleeping alone, hence why she bothers friends to come over a lot or has a random hook up just to have someone besides her; hence why she was excited for a roommate
Has a lip tattoo on the inside saying ‘ honey ‘ much like Madison herself
Loves driving and loves big bulky, expensive cars
Basically loves everything expensive, like she is still spoiled since day 1
Does always have a knife strapped around her thigh, just in case
Back when she just got better, she couldn’t do any hard work outs so she started off with yoga which made her feel so much better and while scrolling through instagram for more poses, she found pole dancing videos which peaked her interest tremendously so she had one installed in her living room and has been practicing ever since so she’s pretty much a professional by now
LOVES CATS AND DOGS EQUALLY
loves fashion a lot and is definitely going to have extra ass spy outfits just to feel really good while studying or practicing newly taught things
so big oopsies, this got long but this is my baby which is kind of an old muse by now but I just can’t let go of her, i hope u enjoy all of her !! also if u wanna plot just hmu or like this and u know ill be sliding into ur dms !!
❛ Is that Bruna Marquezine walking down the streets of Blackrock Cliffs? Oh no, it’s just Luana Silva, a twenty-two, female that works as a video game designer. They have been around for ten years and she seems to be emphatic and daring. Someone said they can also be oversensitive and clingy. ( sarah, 20, gmt+2, she/her)
tw; car accident, alcohol
PAST
⤷ born in São Paulo, Brazil on the 12th of February but moved to Blackrock cliffs at the age of twelve because her parents died during a car accident and she had no other choice but to move to her aunt and uncle
⤷ she had quite the troubles just integrating with learning the English language and having to be away from the friends she made back in Brazil
⤷ her uncle owns a known video game company while her aunt owns a bakery in town
⤷ has four cousins which ultimately were like brothers to her because of how close they grew up together
⤷ has always been a very bubbly child which didn’t change much in the future, she’s still bouncy and spry and is energetic at all times ??
⤷ got into a lot of mischief as a kid because of her cousins plus being clumsy made it hard on the parental figures
⤷ broke a lot of bones as a child mainly because of that
⤷ has always been very cherished by her family and is therefore so loving and affectionate ?? LIKE she did get the special treatment more often than not because of her situation but she always knew to be the better person and care for the people she enjoys being around with
PRESENT
⤷ her uncle really opened up her love for video games and also being with a bunch of guys at all times, quickly made her interested in all the designing and programming there was to be had
⤷ that was kind of an issue, because as the only girl in the large family, her aunt obviously expected her to follow her career path instead of her uncle’s and did force her to work at her bakery a couple of times
⤷ as an attempt to soothe her, Luana did end up in the bakery for a few years in order to help but it quickly became a realization that it wasn’t the way she was going to go
⤷ that’s why she started to go ham at her Dad’s company and with being the right hand of the ceo, her ideas quickly gained a lot of traction which made her enjoy what she was doing even know
PERSONALITY
⤷ not much has changed with her, she’s basically just very affectionate and loving, energetic and open
⤷ is very open with her emotions and is very easy to read when something irritates her or makes her feel down
⤷ is usually a couch potato, doesn’t clean her room much and loves a messy bun and just a shirt as a daily look and doesn’t really care too much about her appearance
⤷ really in nowhere fancy but boy if she tries she may be 10
⤷ however, WHEN she wants to go out, she fuckin goes ham y’all like to an extend where she needs friends to carry her home when she’s drunk and probably goes farther than she can handle
⤷ will watch a horror movie with you but will probably have her eyes closed 89% of the time
⤷ falls in love 14 times a day, will probably have a crush on you when you open the door for her
⤷ inserts needy by ariana grande
⤷ very dreamy, kind of has a disney princess brain where everything is just jolly and cotton candy until something bad happens
⤷ pretty easy to take advantage of / be manipulated considering she wants to make everyone feel validated and is pretty selfless
⤷ loves, loves, loves plants, especially cactus and roses
⤷ kisses her friends on the cheek during every greeting and goodbye
⤷ very trustworthy
⤷ still visits Brazil whenever possible because it’s just where she grew up and she doesn’t wanna lose herself at a different place kinda thing
⤷ breaks her own heart on a daily by false hope
⤷ loves outdoor activities as far as the eye can reach !!
⤷ also loves baking and will probably make you muffins
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plot; you’re jaehyun’s go-to contact for when he’s drunk and/or need’s a place to crash. although you always scold him and tell him you’re sick of his self destructive behavior and it’s the last time you ever help him; you always find yourself unable to say no to him. perhaps just out of principle, out of sympathy or perhaps because you have/are developing feelings for him
“You came!” Jaehyun practically yells as the other approaches; remaining completely unaware of the judging looks anyone within earshot is giving him. He stumbles as he makes his way towards them the goofiest of smiles on his face. “I was starting to think you’d abandoned me for real this time.” Although he could still speak somewhat coherently his words were noticeably slurred by the alcohol he’d been ingesting all night. “What took you so long?”
Plot: Imagine being a refugee on the Resistance compound. You encounter Poe and you tell him about your story. While being drunk.
Note: (" 'M not proud of it. Just.. tryin' to make the most of it you know...": A sentence I had in my head for quite some time. Here is the result of its influence. I think. )
Disclaimers: Star Wars’ babies are not my babies. Even Chewie. That adorable big hairy baby. “When you spill your guts, they don’t go back in” is a lyric from a Hey violet’s song.
Warnings: Refugee matter. Alcohol consumption.
There was a saying on your planet: “When you spill your guts, they don’t go back in”. It was what had happened with Poe.
You were hidden in a fruit basket when you first arrived. Your parents had smuggled you in with the help of a few close friends. They were not really law-abiding people in the first place, but you needed all the help you could. Nothing made it any easier in time of war than to know people who were criminals during times of peace. Han Solo was among those people and even if he was the friend of a friend, your family owed him their life and yours.
This afternoon, you were finally going to eat after a session of giving classes to the children on base.
There was a cruel lack of education you tried to fill up as much as you could, you yourself having been raised on the compound.
Reading was always hard to start with but it was essential so you tried by that early on. You got a hold of a few books some careless pilots were trying to burn and managed to get them to class. Fortunately, some of them had algebra and geometrics within their content. It helped with the oldest, the younger students still in need of entertainment.
Anyhow, you found yourself on Poe’s path and you ran into each other. Books littered the floor and you had a hard time getting back up before he pulled you with one hand.
He did not have his pilot attire, but wore a dashing smile you would not forget soon enough.
“Huh…I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going…
- No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it! You’re the teacher, right? The kids always talk to me about you! I’m Poe by the way.”
He offered you his hand to shake and you did. Quickly he helped you with the books and offered you a cup of something strong. After the week you had, you could not say no to that opportunity.
You both sat in the community centre, down the hall. You were surrounded by people trying to forget. And anyone knew how much this community had to forget.
“So, what is your deal?
- What is my deal? What is yours hot-head?”
Drunk was an underestimation of the state you were in. And you were only a few drinks in. The discussion had started off slow, you avoiding mentioning your parents and him not being able to talk about his missions but talking about everything else. You, on the other hand had a hard time opening up.
“Well. There’s this person I’m asking question to and who won’t answer them.
- Don’t act so smug ‘cause you can drive an X-Wing please.” You swallowed down another snarky remark before pursing your lips. To Hell with the rules. To Hell and back even. ”Ok. I’m gonna tell you, but you can’t tell anyone.”
He looked pleased, supressed a hiccup and put his pinkie in front of your nose, making your eyes see double.
“Pinkie swear!”
Ok. He was probably even more drunk than you were.
“Here.” You linked your pinkie with his, before leaning in never letting go of his hand. “My parents were smuggled in by Han Solo when he first came here.”
Poe looked at you, with awe in his eyes.
“Wow…THE Han Solo? Well, if that’s not enormous. I don’t know what that is. I have to tell…” You squeezed roughly his hand in yours. “You promised!”
“Alright! I said I needed to tell BB8 about the fuel leaking in our ship! Calm down!”
You sighed.
“I promised. I never go back on a promise.”
With that being said, he went back with you to your dorm where he left you to sleep your hangover off with a kiss on your forehead and a quick goodbye.
He had promised. You would never doubt he kept this – indeed – very strange, very drunk kind of promise.
Noctis isn't used to failure. He'd been taught to succeed and that had was exactly what he'd always done. Up until now.
It didn't matter to him that their Intel had been wrong, or that Lazard had apologised to him for sending him on a mission that required a First. It was still the first time since joining SOLDIER that he'd failed.
He doesn't want to report to Heidegger. He doesn't want to disappoint him. It's a relief when he finds the man's office empty, but the bottle of alcohol - the bottle that was usually stashed away in a drawer - was on display on his desk.
Against his better judgement, and in an attempt to drown away his sorrows, he proceeds to drink himself into a stupor.
//have a teen noct getting shitfaced.
he had retrieved the bottle from his desk thinking that tonight would be another night sat drunk beside a stack of paperwork. another blur of one day to the next - though he had noctis in his life...there wasn't much else. his daughters didn't want to know him, his ex-wife had taken from him - everything.
the pain in his chest only grew harsher each and every day. the doctor's orders - 'don't drink' - but what the fuck do they mean when a man can't stand the life he surrounds himself with? the perpetual reminder that he'd never fight again. the shame that had come with his loss against godo. ( why hadn't the man killed him? let the general die a good and honourable death? not the slow rot he'd have to face whilst stuck behind a desk- )
every pain would pine for him to drink - to numb his senses with a slow swell of poison.
fortunately for his liver, tonight hadn't been the night to drown in a bottle - he'd been called away, a mishap needing his attention on the weapon's development floor. scarlet had called for him & like a dog - he'd jumped.
the bottle had been left but not thought of as he'd quickly helped her lay-out some unruly men. it hadn't taken him long; it hadn't taken time to give them all a quick dressing down ( though not in the way scarlet would have perhaps liked ). his wrath had been quick and furious and entirely again like taking a drink. just another thing to help get him by -
as soon as he'd arrived back at the door of his office, his first thought had dwelled on that first sip of alcohol. the taste ( a taste entirely irrelevant ), the warmth that would pool at the back of his mouth and down his throat. the relief. the weightlessness that came after a few drinks. pressure pulled off of him. the sweet release of uncaring.
he licks his lips.
handle grabbed and door parted from its frame - a slow step to take himself, a glance around the room when he realises that the lights to his office are on. heidegger searches the room with his gaze, the empty bottle of booze - the first thing he notices. he can feel a twitch in his eye, the subtlest clench of his jaw ( that does well to have his teeth grind ). with balled fists, he steps further in.
please odin; do not be an intervention.
( he can picture it now, palmer at the forefront - scarlet to his side. 'we're doing this for you'. lord, it'd make him sicker than the booze ).
instead, he sees a shadow. a nimble figure - someone small. the outline of a SOLDIER's uniform - and then - the turn of their attention to him. the light now on features facing him. noctis. with half-lidded eyes and a strange expression. a wobble in his step.
well, it isn't hard to put two and two together.
heidegger stands for a moment, eyes remaining on the boy - a purse of his lips because gods know he wants to speak but what in the hell does he say ?
should he be enraged? curse the boy for thinking it right to drink? chew him out for stealing - ? heidegger could tell himself that he's angry that the teen thought it right to steal, he could snap because drinking on the job is not the right thing to do ( and he, himself, would never!)
but truth be told - none of that is why he's mad. heidegger feels the familiar creep of anger twitch his nerves because he's pissed that he didn't get to it first.
it isn't that the boy's drunk. it's that noct is and he isn't.
a sobering reality dawns upon the man. guilt - an emotion he isn't all too familiar with but one that has him lowering eyes and gripping his bottom lip between his teeth. he takes a step closer to noct. eyes the SOLDIER not because he knows why the other has chosen to get drunk but instead because he knows how it feels. a moment passes, hardy stare still on noctis - a look that needs no words to explain it.
he keeps in mind when he moves that the other is so drunk - he probably wont remember any of this. and with that, he curves an arm around the boy's shoulder. pulls him into a hug.
"idiot-" he curses, his breath a whisper. his embrace, tight. fatherly. "when you've sobered up-" and with that he parts, hands curled around noctis' arms "we have a lot to talk about."