.marvel character and actor parent preferences.

Good Times; S.Stan

Warnings; Underage drinking, drugs [weed], swearing, yelling, mentions of vomit, police, some angst

Word count; 2k

A/N; I hope the anon who requested this enjoys!

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"Okay, Y/N, it's your turn," You turned to Jack, who was holding the bong towards you. You looked at it hesitantly before everyone in the basement started to chant your name. Putting your cup down on the floor beside you, you held your hands up and sighed as you took it. You took a hit from the bong, and it felt like all of the weight had been lifted from your shoulder. You coughed and screwed your face up. "Jesus, Stan knows how to handle her shit," Jack said, clearly impressed.

"This isn't my first rodeo, Moranis," You told him. You sat on the couch beside Brooke, who said she wasn't doing any drugs because she got caught last time. "I need another drink, what about you?" You asked Brooke, who nodded. As you stood up, your head began to spin and you felt what little food you had eaten begin to come up. You cringed as you swallowed the vomit, and a few minutes later you felt the mix of the alcohol and the weed take its effect on your body. Brooke's hold on your arm came loose and you were left stumbling to the kitchen yourself. You got yourself another drink, you weren't quite sure what it was, but it had vodka in it, so you thought it would be fine. You stayed on the main floor and got caught in the group of people in the huge living room who were dancing. The house was huge, it had a fucking elevator, it was that big. Most of the people who went to your school had rich parents, it was a private school after all. Everyone's parents were known, they were either lawyers or a politician, yours just happened to be a well-known actor. And you knew for sure he was going to kill you in the morning. You made your way out of the crowd and then you managed to get down the stairs of the house without falling down them and breaking any bones. Your vision was blurred as you stood outside of the house the party was being held in. It was the last senior party of the year, there was no way you were gonna miss out on it. Surprisingly, your dad let you go, just as long as you promised to be safe and didn't drink or do any drugs. You may have broken your promise, but it was fine, you were gonna be staying with Brooke after, you told your dad that. The loud music was making your head hurt, as much as you loved blackbear, you didn't want to hear about whatever the fuck a 'hot girl bummer' is. Blue and red lights started to appear, along with sirens blaring. People started running past you, but you were drunk and high, you weren't even sure of where you were. You were stumbling around until you fell into someone, grunting and falling to the floor.

"Miss, can you hear me?" You looked up and could make out the shape of a police badge on their shirt. Your bloodshot eyes focused in front of you so you could see straight.

"Mhm," You answered. The policewoman in front of you raised her eyebrows and pulled the cuffs out of her belt, not because she thought you were dangerous, only because she was scared you would run off and get yourself hurt. "Hey! What are you doing?" You slurred. 

"Taking you to the police station, come on, up on your feet," You stood wobbly and let her lead you to the car. You nearly fell, sober you could walk in those heels like nothing, but drunk you was walking like a newborn deer. You sat in the back of the police car and looked around, you felt like you were underwater. You were driven to the nearest police precinct, which just happened to be a couple of blocks away from your apartment building. The police officer held the middle of the cuffs and took you into the brown, brick building, sitting down at the desk. "Alright, what's your name, kid?" She asked. Your head bobbed as you looked up at her, squinting your eyes.

"I don't know," You told her. She looked at you with her eyebrow raised. "People call me Y/N, but that doesn't sound like my name," You continued.