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I've been thinking, besides law being stuck with "vitiligo" in his corazon verse, that even if he no longer has the disease, he still gets phantom pains that on some days, most of which makes him feel like he's dying all over again.

which leads him to medicate with painkillers because there's nothing there that his fruit can fix, & undoubtedly he gets hooked on them. sometimes he'll even mix them with hard liquor or wine, depending on certain parties doffy holds or if he's offered anything during dinner or any time of the day, really.

as long as he can perform his duties, both him & doffy don't really "care" how fucked up he gets.

How the mercs would cuddle

Really want some soft stuff rn figured I’d share

Not really in any particular order? I just picked some mercs from the pile and put em in there.

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Scout

Touch starved, Scout will melt into any move regarding affection possible!

He’s adamant that he thinks cuddling is gross, but you know he’s a cuddlebug when the two of you are alone.

Prefers to hug facing you while sitting in your lap, maybe leaning against something so you’re more comfortable.

If you’re taller, he’ll probably be attached to your side, arms around your torso.

If you’re shorter, his arms are around your shoulders, head leaning next to yours.

Heavy

Doesn’t mind public displays of affection, though he seems surprised at how confidently you show that he’s your s/o or platonic friend-

Normally when the two of you are together, he has you wrapped up in a bear hug with you resting on his chest.

Other times, if you’re somewhere like a couch, you’ll sandwich yourself between him and the back as if he’s a wall of safety.

But most of all, Heavy prefers to be held. Even if he’s the bigger guy, he’s the little spoon and it shows. He’s always afraid of crushing you in his grip, and he’s always been the mother hen type. Having you there to be his emotional support means the world to him.

Demoman

Being so broad shouldered means hugging can be an issue at times. When cuddling, the two of you tend to be in a sort of sideways position around each other, curled up like cats. The other mercenaries find it hilarious, especially when Demo is drunk and unable to realize he’s even with somebody, holding you to his chest while you just lay there smiling, content.

He is. A sweetheart when it comes to that kind of thing. When he’s more sober, which isn’t very often, he’s much closer and tries to make the best of remembering the moment.

Spy

Being the most well versed in the world of romance, one would think that Spy would be a cuddler. He’s not.

He’s great with giving out compliments, whispering them in your ear as he brings you closer into his arms, but the second you approach him and he isn’t expecting it, he freezes up quicker than lightning.

“Mon cher, what is it you are doing?”

He’s completely flabbergasted by the idea of just. Sitting, and relaxing next to another person? He much prefers to be alone, but you manage to convince him to try after an unbelievable amount of effort.

At first, it started with him sitting, unsure next to you with you leaning into his side, or maybe with your arm wrapped around his shoulder and your head nestled into the crook of his neck.

Eventually he warms up to it, returning the gesture of having one arm around your shoulders and ith the other hand preoccupied with a book, a cigarette or a glass of wine.

After a particularly long battle, disheveled and ready to throw something, he realized just how helpful having somebody there with him turned out to be. No need for any fancy rituals, just being in each other’s company. He’s drooped over in your arms, hung over your shoulder sideways and exhaustedly bringing you both into a laying position, just so you can both talk without the effort of sitting up.

Medic

Medic is a busy man, constantly moving about in the infirmary attending to his latest inventions or tending to his beloved doves.

He hates when he has no say in something, which is why you have to convince him to step away from his projects after two days without sleep by being there with him for practically every second.

He’s the big spoon, no questions asked. It gives him the feeling of having control over a situation, having you in his arms and close to his chest.

Around the base, particularly if waiting for an early morning mission to begin, he loves it when he can use somebody’s lap as a pillow, meaning yours are the first choice.

When he truly cannot step away from his work, you can probably try sitting in his lap. He likely finds it cute, but he’s very absorbed in his experiments. This means he’s on autopilot and might slice you a few times when reaching over to make an incision, so it’s a risky move for both parties.

Sometimes in the evenings while doing paperwork, when warm orange sunlight filters through the window and onto the desk, he can be found conked out in his office chair, with you in his arms, facing against his chest. When this happens, the doves join in, tucked beneath your neck, on his shoulders, on the seat by your legs, some are even brave enough to quietly nest in your hair. You both deny it happened when scout walked in on the sight while looking for a bandaid.

Sniper

Much like Scout, Sniper is hopelessly touch starved and any affection sends him into overdrive.

Prefers to sit straddling your hips, he’s got long, long legs and is NOT afraid to use them.

Speaking of legs, your cuddling positions can get a bit crazy at times. Considering the fact they can fold entirely across your back, his hugs are more like a trap than an actual method of snuggling up to each other.

When lying down, it’s easier for you to lie on his chest than anywhere beside him thanks to how long his limbs are, but you both don’t mind.

Even just sitting beside each other, Sniper practically melts. Hug? He’s jello. Pet his hair? Cries.

The way he holds you isn’t just for his own comfort though. He’d sacrifice it to see you happy in his arms. No, it’s because in the end, he always has to have one eye open and is therefore rather protective of you.

It’s a sort of defense mechanism, really. If you can’t move away, nobody can try and take you or steal you either. He’s too embarrassed to admit it though, or maybe he just doesn’t know how.

Either way, seeing you safe and sound in his arms is enough.

Not doing all the mercs, but if you want to see the others let me know! It’s just getting late and I need to sleep, also don’t really have many ideas for the other mercs hhh-

Very sorry if this is offensive, genuinely, but isn't Being Drunk one of Demo's only character traits?

Is it a racist stereotype? And if so, to which part of his heritage?

Having an addiction is not a personality trait. It's not a character flaw either. The problem here isn't someone being offensive or engaging in perpetuating a stereotype, it is the fact that you see someone with a drinking problem and think "this defines them as a person".

random audrey hope gifs [1/∞]

Imma do this cuz I’m bored 😐

Egg: No, me no like egg. >:(

Steak: Idk???? I don’t get steak that often, so well done ig? My dad got that once at a place and I tried a bit and it was okay ig?

Milk: Chocolate Milk only. Only exception is white whole milk with Lucky Charms. That sh*t is good.

Alchohol: One time my dad dared me to take a sip of his drink, saying it was “iced coffee”. It was nasty. 0/10

Hot Drink: Hot chocolate, it’s good 😌. I drink it a lot. Also I f*cking love chocolate in general.

Tagging whoever wants to do this.

Ok I’m starting another tag game because why not

Egg: Fried, over easy

Steak: Medium rare

Milk: whole (but not by itself, only in things)

Alchohol: I’m a minor but I guess banana daquiris

Warm drink: Mocha

@jo-the-nerd @nakitengoku @lostinthoughtsandfandoms @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @5-dollars-in-the-slug-jar @bonobos-candy-bar @lesserbeans and anyone else who would like to participate :)

made a cocktail this morning put it to my lips and then realized I had to drive later AHSKSHSJSH

I didn't drink it dw besties but BRUH my brain

happy hour now babies!! hope u have a good day

diluc & drinking

diluc doesn't hate alcohol. he simply avoids it due to his nightly duties as the darknight hero. he feels he needs to be hypervigilant, and drinking will minimize that. if he knew the city was one hundred percent safe, he would indulge in a glass or two, but because he wants to keep his people safe, he prefers not to drink.

he lets people speculate. many think it's because he's a lightweight (only with hard liquor like whiskey or vodka). others think he doesn't drink because it reminds him of his father. he doesn't challenge their opinion. anything to keep them off his tail regarding his nighttime activities.

ohh we are so drukk no

when you start drinking so early that by 5 in the afternoon youre fighting a hangover with whatever alcohol you can find in the house and youve barely been able to feel a buzz and you realize you forgot to eat again so you smoke 3 bowls hoping youll get munchies because food disgusts you and instead you just stand in the middle of your empty house staring off into the distance without a single thought in your head except "doo da doo doo da doo da doo wop doo da doo"

me, inventing a new word for when youre on your third glass of wine before noon: i think it should be something like "living the-"

my mom, who is only on her second glass: it's alcoholic. thats the word.

“ oh, lockhart, thank god ! ” there’s melodic drunken laughter as she stumbles towards her friend, already one too many cocktails in. “ this party was starting to feel like a snooze fest, but with you here, ” smile stretches as she links her friends arm, pulls her close, “ there’s definitely more fun to be had. ” addison nods, always eager to spend more time with the people she deeply cares for. “ yeah, sure, coffee soon. but how about a cocktail right now ? ”

𓍼⋆⊹ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 : @dreamerfms

" well, well. i was hoping to see you show your face around here. did you just get here or have you been here this whole entire time and i haven't ran into you until just now? " the blonde questioned. a warm smile appearing on her features when she finally noticed the redhead throughout the huge crowds of people that were surrounding them at the party. " i'm going to need us to catch up over coffee one of these days whenever you've got a free moment. "

convincing someone to get wasted should not be something he takes pride in, yet when she agrees he feels a deep sense of accomplishment, reflected in the way his grin spreads. it’s with no ill intentions, simply in the name of having a good time. and maybe, somewhat, in not being the only one to take his drinking a little too far. “ you wanna shake on it, or do we cheers to it with some delightfully fruity jello shots ? ”

"when you put it like that... " she gives a thoughtful hum of consideration. drinking alone was never fun. she didn't come to the villa by herself, and she wouldn't leave that way either. but all the possibilities of what could happen in the middle were tempting. a few never hurt, not until the morning after. and she was about living in the moment... "you've got yourself a deal."

she gives a sympathetic look, as if a hangover is the end of the world. " electrolytes, logan. if you're going to drink a lot, you need to stay hydrated. i mean, look at me. i could drink a whole bottle of wine on a saturday and by sunday morning you wouldn't even know. " at the topic if love lives, she perks up, only for her smile to drop into a frown when the other states she's not interested in having one. " okay, i hear you, but like . . . how uninterested ? i mean, what if my arrow struck you soulmate, you'd hardly run them away, right ? "

the need-to-know nature of noa's spirit, and logan's incapability of not disclosing whatever was on her mind made quite the complimentary mix. though it was more fruitful other days. "oh, aside from the awful hangover after the party and neverending work, life's been quiet. i can't complain. and as for the, uh, love life, well. . ." she chuckles softly. "not interested, and nonexistent. what's the latest with you, cupid? flinging any arrows around?"

closed ft. @delightfms

" i'm trying to decide if i want this to be a standard cup of coffee or if i want someone to have accidentally poured half a bottle of whiskey into it, " ponders with a sardonic smile, sporting a very obvious hangover. kai takes a tentative sip and his expression falls from hopeful to disappointed. " well, look at that. guess i'm soberin' up. people in this town are no fun. "

" a lot of bouncers are actually outsourced by security firms and not directly hired by the clubs and bars. mostly every job has a career ladder, it's completely possible to climb it. everyone starts somewhere, doesn't mean it's where they finish, " noa counters, suddenly reminded that she needed security for her next event. pulls out her phone, sends a quick email to the company she usually hires for such things. " all this bar talk, " she laughs, tossing it back into her bag before flipping her hair over her shoulder, " all i can think about is a nice, crips glass of champagne. i think i'll head home and pour one. what are your plans for the rest of the night ? "

"That is totally dependent on if that is his plan. I just mean that there isn't upward growth in his current position. How many times do you hear a bouncer going up the chain at their job from the door to bartender to like owning the place?" she pointed out. It was one of those jobs where you probably didn't move up much, just changed jobs. "Good for them then. Hopefully he keeps up the good work."

               he fucking hates being social, yet all too often he can be found at parties much like this one. usually on his own, one too many drinks in, five sheets to the wind. tonight is no different, though he's not quite at the point of no return just yet. eyes narrow when he hears the other speak, lips slightly pursed. there's a pause, another gulp of throat-burning liquid consumed before he shrugs. " 'm not sure whose conversation you're picking up exactly, but i sure as shit didn't say anything. " amusement soon curls lips, " that wasted you're imagining stuff now ? 'cause if so, i'll have some of what you're drinkin'. "

               the  red  solo  cup  is  within  her  grasp,  only  a  couple  sips  left  and  the  fuzziness  is  almost  beginning  to  take  hold.  standing  against  the  wall,  shes  barely  focused  on  the  conversation  at  hand  but  managed  to  butt  in  at  the  last  second  ...  simply  feeling  everyones  eyes  on  her.  “  hm  ?  oh  ..  i'm  not  hitting  much  of  anything  these  days.  ”  theres  a  silence  in  the  air,  clearly  not  listening  to  the  right  parts  of  the  conversation.  “  sorry,  i  heard  something  about  hitting  and  went  with  it  ...  i  haven't  been  listening.  ”     +     @palmviewstarters

he's known sadie practically his whole life, and while he still likes to maintain the image of being completely fine despite the mass amount of pressure on his shoulders, she's often someone he lowers the guard with, just a little. a smile cracks, and he soon nods in agreement. " i guess you're right. one drink never hurt anybody, right ? " except, despite saying it, he knows it not to be true. he'd heard the words ' it's only one drink ' what felt like a million times in his life, but when it came to the person he heard it from, one always meant many. but he isn't his father, right ? he can come to a bar and have a beer and it can stop there. thoughts soon fade, and a soft chuckle sounds, shaking his head as he rubs a hand over the back of his neck, gaze dropping to the bar for a moment. “ a heartthrob ? i think i might have missed the memo on that one. ” he leans forward a little, feels his shoulders relax the more she talks. “ will you at least have one with me, or is drinking on the job prohibited ? ” the blonde questions, slight tease to his tone.

she'd  lean  against  her  side  of  the  bar  some,     her  southern  drawl  wrapping  around  her  words  like  a  warm  hug.    “    now,     camden,     darlin’,     you  gotta  lighten  up  a  little.     ain’t  nothin’  wrong  with  havin’  a  drink  every  now  and  then,     especially  after  a  long  day.     you’ve  been  workin’  hard,     and  i  reckon  you  deserve  to  treat  yourself.    ”

she  flashed  him  a  playful  grin,     her  eyes  sparkling  with  mischief.    “    besides,      look  at  you!     you’re  sittin’  here  in  that  worn-out  work  shirt  and  grease-stained  hands.     you’re  practically  a  heartthrob  in  disguise!     just  one  little  beer  ain’t  gonna  hurt  nobody.     ”    she  smiled,     her  eyes  sparkling  with  mischief.    “    and  let’s  be  real,     if  palmview  can  handle  me,     it  can  handle  you,     sugar.     you  deserve  a  break,     even  if  it’s  just  for  a  few  minutes.     life’s  too  short  to  be  all  work  and  no  play,     don’t  you  think?     so  what  if  you  got  a  usual?     that  just  means  you’re  part  of  the  family  here.    ”

(   alice   )

Alice returned his grin with a grim smile of her own, eyebrows twitching self-deprecatingly. But she shook her head in response to his unspoken offer, sighing— “Healers don’t want me drinking for a while yet. Have to take at least some of their advice.” Especially after checking herself out of St. Mungo’s months earlier than they’d wanted.

She considered him for a moment, eyes skimming over his shoulders and the taut energy that lingered there. It didn’t surprise her how he’d tensed almost into a fighting stance when she’d started talking; in all honesty, it was the honest answer that surprised her. Alice had still been in the hospital for the battle at the Department of Mysteries, but in the months since, the other members of the new Order had filled her in on enough of the details, and… well, she wouldn’t have understood it fifteen years ago, but Sirius’ temper now made perfect sense to her. Some things were harder to live through.

But here they were, out of time in a way their peers would never really know, out of place with very little do contribute to a war everyone else seemed so prepared to fight again. It made her want to scream, and maybe never stop. It made her want to pull Sirius into her arms and just hold on tight to the last friend she could imagine would understand.

“Yeah, I’ve seen Neville a few times.” Only once at the hospital, which she barely remembered, but now that he was back with Augusta for the summer she was making time to visit. “I don’t really know how to talk to him, to be honest. But he’s—” She swallowed thickly, working to find her voice. “He’s wonderful. Couldn’t be prouder of the young man he’s turned into.”

Her eyes flickered back to Sirius’ face, and she smiled softly. “’Ve heard nothing but good things about Harry, as well.”

he can feel the edge of his mouth rising; just slightly, a phantom of acknowledgement as the whiskey touches his lips again and he retraces the bits of knowledge of her situation: what’s been said about bellatrix’s attack ( heard and not inquired, the event too close to episodes he couldn’t find the strength to open up just yet ) her coma, the fifteen years of it. what it would have been like for him to wake up surrounded by strangers and the terrifying fact that, in all that time, the world had simply gone on with its course. not in awful long stretches beyond the window, but in a violent snap, the kind of injustice you can’t register until it's done. 

and perhaps that was it—what he found more disturbing about it all, the idea of that weightless state, the void silence and paralized limbs of coma much more dreadful ( and by far scarier ) than any of his rotten days locked in a prison cell ( and you’d have to consider, he couldn’t stand more than two seconds going back to those memories these days, five if you made the correct approach, perhaps ).

❝ brave, i’ll drink to that. ❞ he conceded, a certain spark of excitement as he settled on the knowledge of how stubbornly strong alice longbottom had to be to live on another day on this particular kind of hell with no help ( he wouldn’t, of that much he was comfortably sure, somehow ). ❝ though i have to say— ❞ his voice, while in an attempt to sound serious, did carry a touch of charm as he walked the few steps that separated him from the nearest couch, dropping himself there as he continued with his initial formulation. ❝ —if you've been told only good things about james’s boy i’m afraid you’ve been lied to, alice. boy is a perfect mess, i’m telling you. ❞ and he did say so with an infinite amount of love. yes, he adored the little imp, and he loved even more any opportunity he had to revisit the stories he’s been hearing about him ( even more now that those could be needed to lighten up the mood, worried as he became about the effect of his question on her ) ❝ did anyone here told you about the ‘ muggle auntie floating out of the window’ thing yet, or…? ‘cause i might think is one of my favourites so far ❞

oh he was eager to fill her in about that one. if she wanted, of course.

So I lasted maybe five days without drinking?? Personal best since I started drinking lmao, ngl. I’m just. I’m so fucking tired, and I want to die but I don’t and I feel everything and yet nothing at all and like can someone tell me what to do about them feelings? I’m so fucking terrified bc of it and idk what to do but I never wanted alcoholism as my fucking coping mechanism, especially because that’s what my mother fucking died of??

I lasted well, I suppose, in the grand scheme of things. I didn’t drink until like?? A year ago maybe?? But then the pandemic happened and this was my only way to cope and now I’m literally budgeting alcohol weekly, and I am so fucking terrified that I’m becoming my mother who was literally emotionally, and, hell, sometimes a lot of the time physically, abusive.