#I want them to do coke together. Send text

[formulaforza]

💐 hi my wonderful birthday girl !! so i was thinking about a dress coded lewis blurb (because i was born a lewis and ts girl) where they just get drunk together and there’s teases flying and stuff. keep it as brief as u wish <333

—you can take it off

lewis hamilton x merc!reader summ. thank you stephy i love u bad <3 inspo from... ur never gonna believe it... this. hope it's up to your standards my love. 2.7k (kind of got out of hand)

You were half-asleep and half-drunk the night of the Belgium Grand Prix. The air was cool, recycled like all air seems to be in hotels, smelled of too-strong perfume and was filled with the dull noise of elevator jazz. What had begun as a before-we-go-to-bed night cap in the hotel bar with Bono had turned into a seemingly never ending addition of guests. 

Valtteri was first to join—never could pass up the opportunity to give you shit, to offer you job postings at Alfa Romeo that weren’t job postings at all—and with him around, there’s no casual drinking. You don’t try to keep up, not really, because you know you don’t stand a chance, but also because he would never let you. After all these years of being just a few months younger than him, he still calls you kiddo, still promises to call your parents when you’re out after dark, and always sends you a text after a race with some… questionable strategy decisions you’re catching flack for online. 

A brief appearance from Toto and Susie, just long enough for them to know they had no business trying to go drink for drink with Valtteri, and then they’re wishing all three of you a wonderful summer break and retreating to whatever room is considered prestige enough for Motorsport’s it-couple. 

And then there was Lewis, the last to arrive, who never called you kid, who never viewed you as one. He sits adjacent you in the red, high back leather booth and takes up a seat and a half, the toe of his shoe brushing against the side of yours, flashing you apologetic puppy dog eyes every time he bumps against yours. 

It’s somewhere between drink number five and six that Lewis gets his first, insists on a toast to the summer break that officially began… six hours and fifty-three minutes ago. For a long season this and a too-short summer break that, you lot had a mouthful of things to complain about, but a million more to be grateful for. “To not having work for a month,” Lewis proposes, clinking his glass against yours, offering a quick wink and holding it up properly over the table. 

“To no racing-talk for a few weeks,” Bono adds, clinking his glass against Lewis’. 

“To summer-fucking-break,” Valtteri chimes in, laughing at himself before the rest of you get the chance to match it. 

“To summer fucking break,” you repeat because you know there’s no better way to sum it all up. 

Unlike the other two, you slowed down when Lewis joined, wanted to give him time to catch up, to give yourself time to meet him somewhere in the middle. A glass of water and a virgin rum and coke and another water and the night is still young. 

“First summer break as the big boss, kiddo,” Valtteri remarks, and you have to squint to hear him through the alcohol-induced thickening of his accent. 

“That’s right!” Bono laughs. Your cheeks run hot at their mention of your title, of your promotion following James’ departure earlier in the season. Lewis smiles against the rim of his glass, bumps his foot against yours and doesn’t give you apologetic eyes. No, he raises his brows so slightly you think you’re the only one that notices, which is probably exactly the way he intended it to be. “Little miss queen of strategy is making the big money now, got any big travel plans?”

Lewis clears his throat, and your eyes dart over to his almost instinctively. “You’re staying in London, yeah?”

He’s right. Your summer-break plans consist of four weeks of trying to remember what it feels like to do nothing, failing at that task pathetically, and spending the rest of the time meticulously picking apart every call you’ve made all season and imagining the million and one things you could’ve done differently and their billion and two outcomes. 

You pick apart the drink napkin, tear it into tiny little pieces. “Yeah, yeah. Just staying home, catching up with friends and family,” you clarify, try not to sound as pathetic as you feel. It’s hard not to when you’re sitting next to the guy who spends his offseason snowboarding in Antarctica with his celebrity friends and his weeks off traveling to Paris fashion week for front row seats next to supermodels. Anything you say would sound pathetic to someone who makes thirty-five million a year. 

“I love it,” he nods, stares right through you and into your soul so you know he’s being genuine. “That’s awesome.”

You nod, swallow hard, purposely angle your body away from his, to the rest of the group. “What about you guys?”

Lewis laughs, soft, quiet, completely under his breath. The kind of laugh that deserves to be bottled into a jar and kept on a shelf for safe keeping. You know he’s always laughed like that, even before he knew you, but in the last few months it just feels different. Good different, like he’s laughing just for you now instead of everyone else too. 

You know you’re crazy, that he’s just Lewis being Lewis and you’re just single for the first time in a long time and also drunk. Not half drunk anymore, just drunk—even if you do think you’re meeting him in the middle, you’re not. He’s just chasing after. 

“Back home, too,” Bono concludes. “Take a breather, might head up to the country with the family.”

“You’ll take pictures, yeah?” Lewis asks, starts to pick up the pieces of your napkin tear pile and move them in front of him like a kid who isn’t patient enough to share or destructive enough to rip up his own. You watch in your peripheral, the way he fiddles with the wet paper, gets it stuck to his fingertips. You can’t laugh, so you don’t, but you want to. You think he knows you want to. 

Bono scoffs, nods while swallowing a sip of his drink—something dark, something pungent. Not what you would have pegged him for ordering, even after knowing him as long as you have. “So I can compare with the likes of you lot and,” he turns to Lewis, leers around you to emphasize the eyeline, “your million dollar vacations or,” and then the other way, back to Valtteri, “your olympic cycling events?”

Valtteri smiles, swirls his drink—gin, you think. Expensive. “Yes.”

“No chance.”

“I’ll be sure to send you a picture of me having a meltdown when I think about our side pods from the beginning of the year,” you chime in, because it’s not like they all don’t know you well enough to know exactly what you mean by spending time with friends and family at home.

 “What sidepods?” Lewis chuckles.

“Fucking exactly,” you add, mirror his mannerisms without even realizing it, all the way down to readjusting in your seat when you’ve had your laugh. 

“Could be worse,” Bono offers. “Could be last year.”

Lewis nods, holds his drink up in the direction of Valtteri across the table. “We never should have let you leave.”

He smiles, weak, lips  pursed. “I could have told you that.”

The night continues on, all drinks and laughs and yawns, occasional remarks that it’s about time I head up, followed by another round, another joke, another comment about this, that, or the other thing. 

You’ve always liked Lewis when he’s a little tipsy. He lightens up a bit, you can actually watch the stress drip from him like sweat, all the titles and the wins and the losses, they all just fall away when he’s relaxed like this. You’ve always liked him like this. Always. Before he was king of the world and before he was the prodigal son and every moment in between. 

After every joke he makes—or, after every comment he makes that he thinks could be considered a joke—you find yourself laughing, because it’s Lewis and you have a crush on him and of course you do. And, without fail, everytime you laugh, he winks, like you’re in on some inside joke even though he’s making it to the whole table, like there’s some double meaning to all of his words that are meant just for you, just for the two of you to understand. 

Somewhere in it all, it comes back to Lewis, because, well, it always does. “Is your back still bothering you?” Bono asks, and you think you already know the answer. You think you know, because you can’t remember the last time you;d seen him take careful consideration of his posture when he sits. Not even now is he sitting up straight, with his legs perfectly spread a shoulder’s width apart and his feet flat on the floor. Instead, he’s taking up more room than he needs to, all relaxed and comfortable on the leather booth bench. 

He swipes his thumb over the  condensation of his glass, looking up from the action at you, and then to Bono. “No, no. All good there.”

“All good?” Bono prods, because he was on the receiving end of a year and a half of complaints from Lewis.

Lewis nods, clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “No Paracetamol in a month.”

Across the table, Valterri chimes in. “None?” 

“None for my back,” Lewis says, and the whole table laughs. You just watch him, though, because who laughs better than he does? You could wax poetic about it without a second thought, the way that his lips upturn and his cheeks round and his eyes crinkle and go soft in a way that makes you feel like you’re the funniest person in the world even when you’re not making a joke. The way that his smile is brighter than anyone’s you’ve ever seen, and the way that if you look at it for too long, you think about how it would feel to run your finger along the gap in his teeth. 

“That’s what I thought,” Valtteri mutters off the end of his laugh. “You're getting old.”

“Not too old to make half a million.”

The entire table’s heads fly to him. You gasp, an embarrassingly wide smile on your face. “You didn’t!” You almost yell, smacking his upper arm with a weak hand. 

He mocks your gasp, makes it somehow more dramatic and over the top and laughs sweetly, shrugging your hand off his arm and letting his hand fall to your leg, bumping your foot with his again. “I didn’t.” The table chuckles, you pout, and then you realize that his hand is on your thigh, that it’s staying there quite comfortably, and that you mind it less than he does. 

“Don’t be a tease,” you sigh, take a swig of your drink. Your knees are suddenly weak, like you know you wouldn’t be able to stand up if you wanted to. It’s like he can sense your change but can’t quite read it, because then he’s moving his hand back to his own lap, interlocking it with the other and resting it there.

 He nods, suddenly shy, suddenly guilty. “It’s as good as done.”

Valtteri laughs. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” You hear what he says, but you’re not listening, not really. Lewis stares into you like he wants to look anywhere else—apologetic eyes and a fear he’s taken a misstep. He hasn’t, you want to tell him. You haven’t, put your hand back, please. Silently, you try to convey what shouldn’t dare be spoken. “I’ll believe it when pen is on paper.”

He snaps his eyes away from you, back to Valtteri. You don’t follow suit, stay fixed on him, on trying— hard—to get your message across. “I’m telling you, they’re announcing it after the summer break.”

“Whatever you say, Mate.”

Bono nods around a mouthful of alcohol, sets his half-empty glass down with an incidental thud. “Who’s to say we still want your geriatric ass?”

Lewis raised his interlocked hands from his lap, to the tabletop, resting his elbows on the wood grain and rattling the empty glasses when he does it. He leans in towards the center of the table, even though the only person separating him and Bono is you. “Would you tell Schumacher ‘no?’”

“What was that?” You ask, your words a convenient excuse to lean in closer, to settle into a spot that much closer to him without raising any brows. To brace for the shift, you leave your hand on his thigh with less subtly than your original movement, but it’s okay. It’s okay—only Lewis knows where your hands are, and you don’t want it to be subtle, don’t want anything to be lost in translation. “I can’t hear you over your ego,” you smile, and your fingers dance up his leg just a few, careful inches. 

He drops back into his seat, drops his hands back into his lap. Under the table, he grabs yours and laughs, but it’s stifled, stunted, not quite relaxed. “Very funny,” he humors, and moves your hand back. His stays too, though, and he crosses one leg over the other under the table. His thumb moves over the fabric of your slacks in shudder-worthy circles. 

“Someone’s gotta check you,” you smile, nod in the direction of your tablemates without ever looking away from him. “These two won’t.”

Bono scoffs.“Are you kidding?”

Your smile grows. “How do you want me to answer that, Peter?”

“Damn,” Lewis laughs so hard he coughs. “She Peter-ed you. That’s cold.”

“You’re the one comparing yourself to Michael fucking Schumacher,” Bono scolds. 

“I didn’t say that, but,”

“But!” You interject. 

“But,” Lewis laughs, threatens to continue even though all at the table know he won’t, knows that no matter how often the media and the girlfriends and the friends and the family tell him he should put himself up there with the greatest, he’ll never quite see himself in the same light. “But it’s about time I head up, I think.”

“Ah, see,” Valtteri chuckles. “Old man Hamilton can’t hang.”

“No, he can not,” Lewis remarks, pulling his phone and his hotel keycard from his pocket, setting the latter on the table and if you were feeling a little crazier than you are, you’d swear he nudges it ever so slightly out of his bubble and into yours. He types away rapidly at his phone, and you try to pay attention to the jokes Bono and Valtteri throw around, the pokes at Lewis they make, but suddenly you’re feeling like it’s a good time to head up, too. You try to shake the crazy, to leave it with your backwash in the final sip of your drink, and you do. You do.

You do, but then he’s slipping his phone back into his pocket. He’s leaving his glass just beyond his keycard and telling you to feel free to finish it. He’s saying his goodbyes while he moves out of the booth and his hotel room key is still sat on the table next to you. It stares at you—the hard, thin plastic. Stares at you in its white paper pocket with the intricate printing of the hotel label and dares you to look at him when he walks away. 

You do, begrudgingly, subtly, and his eyes are already on yours. They’re expressionless, and yet, say so fucking much. You hold the remainder of his drink in his direction before downing it in a single gulp and then he winks at you. He looks at his keycard on the table, and then to you, and then he winks, and you’re sure you’re absolutely crazy. 

You swallow. 

“Oh, fuck,” Bono says, reaches over you to grab the keycard from the table. It’s like you were zoned out and he snapped in front of your face, the way it pulls you from Lewis to the table. “He forgot his key.”

“Oh,” you squeak, and then louder, “I can take it to him.”

“No, no, It’s okay,” Bono says, and he makes you stand up to get out of the booth. “I should be heading up anyway.”

“Really,” you half-insist, trying to convince him you can handle it without letting him in on why you’re convincing him. “It’s no problem.”

Bono pulls out his wallet, flips through the pockets of it and fiddles with his bills. “Our rooms are right by each other,” he insists, tosses his share onto the table. “I got it.”

“Okay,” you nod, accept your defeat. “Yeah, I should be heading up, too, I guess.”

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

50 Things I'm Convinced Taylor & Travis Do - End Game Edition 🏈❤️‍🩹🍂

Yes, I have tried being normal about this relationship. No, it didn't work. Don't take this too seriously. Just a little bit of fluff on this cold Sunday 🥹📚

Taylor sending Donna selfies of herself with Travis with the caption “we miss you!"

Travis walking around her house with Olivia on his arm going “she’s my favorite. now i know, she’s my favorite.”

Travis saying “You too” when the flight attendant on Taylor's jet tells him to enjoy the flight

Travis buying Taylor cough drops at the airport because there’s 13 inside, and the flavour reminded him of her

Taylor not being able to watch old The Voice Kids episodes anymore because it breaks her heart when the kids cry when they’re sent home.

Travis randomly ordering her lunch from a local sandwich shop whilst she’s rehearsing because he knows she forgets to eat and then gets lightheaded 

Taylor being used to a random sandwich and a diet coke being passed to her by her team and not even asking whose idea it was for her to take a quick lunch break 

Travis finding a note in Taylor’s phone from July with all his green and red flags listed, and quickly noticing that the red flags column only consists of “psychopath: eats pineapple on pizza"

Travis always folding his clothes neatly together whilst being in his own little world when unpacking his suitcase 

Travis texting Taylor to ask what her room service coffee order is whilst she’s in bed next to him talking to Tree on the phone 

Taylor waking up at night to Travis being unable to sleep and him murmuring “I just realized Donkey Kong is bullshit. He’s a gorilla, not a donkey. Our kids won’t play that game, it’s just too confusing.”

Travis never leaving the house without a pack of gum or mints in his pocket

Taylor grinding her teeth at night and Travis gently waking her up whenever she’s doing it with her face pressed against his chest, reminding her to wear her Invisaligns, and her replying with a tired “thanks, baby” before opening her mouth to put them in half asleep

Taylor being silly and placing her index finger on his nose whenever he naps, asking him to say “oink” 

Travis wanting Taylor to get a dog and naming it “Donut”

Travis having a favorite pen and not letting Taylor touch it 

Taylor asking Travis to run his hands through her hair when she’s too restless to fall asleep after the show 

Travis always waking Taylor up if she decides to sleep past 3pm and peppering her face with kisses 

Scott refusing to call Travis any other name than “Trav” 

Taylor occasionally asking Travis to hold her hand when she’s got trouble falling asleep and feels anxiety rising in her chest 

When Taylor moves away from him in the middle of the night, Travis always wakes up and pulls her back to him, mumbling “Where do you think you’re going, get back here,” with his eyes still closed

Whenever they haven’t seen each other in a few days, Taylor asking Travis if it’s okay for him to share his pillow with her as she feels too far away from him on her side of the bed

Travis kissing the pad of her thumb whenever her hands are on his face as the sun rises 

Taylor mumbling “stop being so hot” whenever he flips his pillow to the cool side at night

Taylor before shows always promising Travis that she’s fine and no, she doesn’t want to talk about it, even though he knows minutes later she’ll be spilling her guts, listing off everything that could go wrong.

Travis always explaining to Taylor that his clothes need “a pop of color” and “a pop of swag” because “no one can be sad with a pop of color and some swag”

Taylor squeezing his bum when he walks by the bed to charge his phone, and her mumbling “tight end” 

Travis always sending dozens of picture into the group chat with Taylor’s family, making sure to take a picture of any eras tour movie banner he sees, every Taylor Swift mention at the airport, even sending them selfies of himself with a picture of her on the cover of some trashy magazine 

Travis always being the last one to sit down at the table whenever they go out to dinner with her family as he doesn’t want to intrude

Scott texting Travis the latest NFL odds and Travis pretending like he didn’t know and thanking Scott for the update 

Travis always noticing when Taylor gets nervous, because her chest starts heaving and she starts picking her finger nails whilst she’s in the car, which he always stops by grabbing her hand and leading it to his mouth to give each finger a gentle little kiss 

Taylor always apologizing to Travis whenever there’s fans screaming as soon as they see the two together 

Travis dancing around the hotel room in his boxers singing “Olé Olé Olé Taylor” whenever she doesn’t want to get up for her flight in the morning 

Taylor not struggling to fall asleep or doze off in his arms at all, because she’s never felt safer with anyone, no matter where she is: bathtub, airplane, car seat, sun bed, couch, hotel bed, whirl pool, dinner chair.

Travis thanking Scott and Andrea for doing the dirty thirty-four years ago and Taylor hitting him hard on her birthday 

Taylor having a note on her phone with baby names that start with a "T"

Taylor sometimes secretly wishing she’d never had written a love song for anyone before Travis 

Travis just randomly staring at Taylor whenever she speaks and her not noticing, but Andrea just smiling at him quietly 

Travis always asking Taylor to say “three thin thieves” whenever she’s wearing her Invisaligns in bed, and him dying laughing every time 

Travis being able to sense whenever Taylor is about to get emotional or upset over something, and his left hand automatically wandering to her lower back, and the other one to her right hand because he can't stand any space between them when she needs him.

Taylor waking up sweaty at night from a nightmare, and Travis pulling her closer with his eyes still closed going “I got you. I got you, baby.”

Taylor asking Travis to turn up the TV real loud when she’s going to the hotel bathroom in the morning and him overdoing it so that they both end up yelling at each other to communicate through the noise 

Travis whispering a low “oh, i love you so much” whenever Taylor turns around at night and opens her eyes confusedly for a second 

Travis claiming the little curly strand of hair on her bangs “his” whenever she’s sweaty after her show 

Taylor laughing while answering emails in bed because she hears Travis singing “big reputation, big reputation” over and over again in the shower and it sounds absolutely horrible

Travis watching her perform and just shaking his head over and over again because he can’t believe how talented the woman who he wakes up next to every day really is. 

Taylor and Travis both being worried to leave the cats alone with his dogs because they both know that her cats will outsmart the doggies and find ways to scare them

Taylor holding up one of Travises giant sweaters in front of her mom while doing laundry and saying “have you ever seen something like this? king kong. I'm dating the king kong.” 

Travis sometimes waking up at night and watching Taylor sleep whilst making sure their noses touch gently. Gently enough to make sure she won’t wake up.

Taylor running into Travises arms after each show, kissing him with a giggle on her face and him whispering a gentle “my angel” against her lips without anyone else noticing.

[oh-mydarling]

GIRLS' NIGHT

a drunken reader returns home to her lovers

pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word count: 2.2K

warnings: alcohol, vomiting (not explicitly mentioned)

It was a Friday night at the coven and like always, that meant that you witches dispersed across the city. Some of the younger girls headed home for the weekend with their families and the older ones typically hung around, out drinking and clubbing every weekend. 

You weren’t either, really. You didn’t have much of a family to go home to; the coven was your family as far as you were concerned. And as for the drinking, you weren’t a massive fan. Your ideal weekend was spent with your two loves in the quiet of the New Orleans mansion, reading and napping the stressful week away. 

The three of you did have an agreement that while you all wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment together, it was good to have space and do things separately. After all, it made it all the more rewarding when you came back to each other after a day apart and got to relish in each others’ presence. 

So, on this occasion, you were getting ready to head out with Madison and Zoe. You were perched at the vanity, adding the finishing touches to your makeup while Billie lay sprawled on the bed, watching you intently in the mirror. She was still dressed from work, letting you have the bathroom before she showered and changed for the evening, but her feet were up in the air with her little pink slippers on, softening her appearance.

Delia was elsewhere in the coven, pottering around and preparing to close down for the night. There were a few young witches whose weekend plans had fallen through, and she had organised a movie night for them which she would be attending; right now, she was pouring popcorn into bowls and arranging snack platters for the girls. She felt awful that their weekends hadn’t gone to plan, and so she was eager to make them happy. 

“You look perfect, angel” Billie drawled out, coming up behind you to give you a kiss on the cheek, “I wish I was coming so I could look at you across the bar,” she smirked, winking at you in the mirror. You laughed, blushing at her affection, “I wish you were coming too, Bill.” 

“You’re gonna have a lovely time, baby, I’m excited for you!” 

You laughed, “Not as lovely as you! A cute movie night with the little ones,” you teased, getting up from your chair to meet the other girls downstairs. 

“Oh ha ha,” she laughed sarcastically, following you down the stairs into the kitchen to say bye to Delia. 

Your supreme looked up from where she was working in the kitchen, giving you a soft smile and holding out an arm to bring you in, “you look beautiful sweetheart,” she smiled, kissing your temple, “thank you Delia!” You smiled, excited to go out after their compliments raised your ego. 

“Look at our girl, do a twirl y/n!” Billie said, clapping her hands excitedly as you twirled for them, laughing lightly at their silliness. 

“Now I have to go, they’re waiting for me!” You laughed, trying to escape them after they had captured you in their arms, covering you with kisses. 

Your heels clicked down the hallway, running towards the girls as they waited for you by the door, Madison rolling her eyes at the three of you. 

“Let’s go, y/n!” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

You arrived at the bar and sat down at a corner table, sending a quick text to your girlfriends to let them know you arrived. Madison had gone to the bar to get you a drink, and you already regretted allowing her to choose your beverage, knowing she would likely be getting you whatever she thought would get you drunk the fastest. 

Zoe was at the bar with her, ordering herself what you predicted to be a vodka coke, her usual drink of choice. 

When they both returned, you got straight into the gossip, Madison giving you the gory details of her latest endeavours with her co-stars and Zoe gushing about Kyle. They always gave you the opportunity to chat about your relationship, but for some reason you never really wanted to. It felt weird to discuss the intimate details of your love life with the other witches, knowing you would be exposing their supreme, although she would’t have minded, of course. 

You hadn’t really been keeping an eye on your drink; once you had had a few, you became so engrossed in conversation and telling your friends how much you loved them that you didn’t quite realise how often Madi made a trip to the bar to refill your drink. You didn’t even question it when when she mixed up the choice, preferring to mix alcohols instead of keeping you to one. 

Some would perhaps call it a friendly sabotage, but you knew she just wanted you to let loose for one. And let loose you did. After getting kicked out of the bar for refusing to stop dancing on the table, the other girls had finally admitted defeat and decided they had better walk you home.

Back at the coven, none of the witches had really heard your approach, all too engrossed in the movie they were watching, although Billie would definitely deny that later. 

They didn’t hear you stumble into the gates, trying and failing to push them open, nor did they hear you laughing your way up the front steps and struggling with your key in the lock while Madison rolled her eyes. 

They did, however, hear you run into the lounge where the movie was playing, flicking on the lights and gaining the attention of every witch in the room. 

Their heads whipped round at you stood in the doorway with a goofy smile, Cordelia frowning at you confusedly while Billie smirked. 

“Hello everybody,” you grinned, “I love you all!” You shouted, making Billie snort.

The younger girls giggled, looking nervously at each other; this wasn’t what they had predicted for movie night, that was for sure. 

Cordelia hopped up from her seat snuggled with the girls, ushering you out of the room while everyone burst into a fit of giggles, ‘okay, lets go and get you some water,” she mumbled, shooting a glare at Zoe and Madison. 

Billie followed shortly after, switching the light back off to continue the movie while she wandered into the kitchen where you now were. 

You had climbed up onto a chair of the kitchen table, arms in the air and swaying slightly while singing very badly. Poor Cordelia was fretting, holding onto the bottom of your skirt to keep you stable and trying to coax you down from the chair, while simultaneously scolding Zoe and Madison for being so irresponsible with you. 

Bille sauntered in and leant against the doorway with her arms crossed, smirking at you. When you caught sight of her, you shrieked, pointing towards her, “my billie! There’s my silly billie!” You laughed hysterically, making her chuckle while Cordelia sighed, having now let you go so she could rub her temples in stress. 

Billie came towards you, certain she would have more success than Cordelia in getting you down from the chair because she was laughing along with you, “well hello baby,” she laughed, “it looks like you had a nice time!” 

She had her hands on your waist, looking up at you with the sweetest smile. 

You were laughing, head thrown back and glowing under the light of the kitchen, and Bille swore her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t often you let yourself relax this much, and not only was it hilarious, but it warmed her through to know that you were enjoying yourself and felt safe enough to let your hair down. 

“Billie, get her down,” Cordelia mumbled from where she stood against the kitchen counter, watching nervously in case you slipped. 

“It’s okay Delia,” the medium smiled over at her, offering reassurance that she had you, you wouldn’t fall. 

Zoe and Madison had skulked out of the kitchen, not wanting to be blamed for your silly behaviour, and so just the three of you remained in the kitchen now while the other witches supervised the remainders of movie night with the youngest girls. 

“Baby, why don’t you come down and we can go to bed?” Cordelia asked, approaching you and holding out a hand next to Billie, which you quickly accepted, mistaking her tone for flirting, “ooh bed time, don’t mind if I do,” you leapt down and wiggled your eyebrows, causing Billie to snort once again, absolutely loving this side of you. 

You pressed your lips sloppily against the supreme’s mouth, and she entertained you, despite the taste of alcohol that coated your tongue. 

Billie cleared her throat next to you, “I hope you’re not forgetting me, babydoll,” she winked, causing you to pull away from Cordelia and plant your lips on hers next, giggling into the kiss. 

You stopped suddenly, growing serious as you stared between them both, “I want fries.” You stated, not wavering in the slightest. 

Cordelia laughed lightly, heading to the freezer to take them out and put them in the oven, “coming right up!” 

“Thanks mommy!” You grinned cheekily, plopping yourself down on the kitchen chair you were once stood on. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cordelia mumbled, while Billie lost her shit, cackling in a way you hadn’t heard for quite some time, which then had you doubled over laughing at her. 

“What am I gonna do with you!” Delia laughed, coming over to sit next to you. 

After lots of giggles and lots of nonsense from you, your fries were finally ready and Billie plated them up for you, handing them over with a wry smile. 

You decided to skip the table and walked off down the hallway with your plate, leaving both women stood confusedly in your wake, frozen in stupor given the events of the evening. 

You had been craving this since you had arrived at the bar; in fact, the drunk food was half the reason you decided to go in the first place, and you just couldn’t wait to take a bite. What you hadn’t considered, though, was the temperature of the food straight out of the oven, and you promptly yelped upon munching a fry and dropped the plate in shock. 

The two blondes looked at each other, confused, before silently agreeing to venture out and find the source of the clatter. The sight that they found was definitely not one they anticipated; you were sat on the floor in a heap, plate of fries in front of you, crying silently. When you saw the two women approach, you started wailing, “my fries! My fries!” 

Billie was laughing, which made you even more emotional in your drunken state, so Cordelia shot her a glare and sat down next to you, “no baby, don’t worry! They’re okay, see? They’re still on the plate! You can still eat them!” 

And with that permission, you didn’t even wait to pick the plate up, instead dining on the fries that now sat on the floor and laughing to yourself at how funny it all was. 

Suddenly you stopped munching. Mouth freezing while still half full of food, and you looked up at Cordelia worried. She knew instantly what was about to happen and she dragged you up to stand, “ooookay, let’s go to the bathroom, let’s go!” 

She escorted you hurriedly up the stairs and into the ensuite where you prompted to empty your stomach of your floor fries. Cordelia held your hair back and rubbed circles on your back while Billie was still downstairs, prepping to deal with the inevitable hangover that awaited you. 

She filled a jug of water, grabbed a salty snack for your morning cravings, and gathered up all the painkillers she could find; Cordelia would know which ones were best for you. 

When she entered the bedroom, she could hear you and your girlfriend talking quietly,  and after setting the items down she followed the sound into the bathroom, where she found you laying on the tile floor complaining to Delia about how you would never go out again. 

“Poor baby,” Billie cooed, sitting down on the floor so she could stroke your hair. Delia was perched on the side of the bath, watching you carefully in case you needed to throw up again. 

When you did muster up enough energy to move, they helped steady you as you walked out of the bathroom towards your bed, where you sat up against the pillows watching them move around the room, preparing themselves for an evening of sleep. 

Cordelia wore silk pyjamas, applying moisturiser in the vanity and brushing her hair. Billie was gathering up her clothes, putting her heels back in the wardrobe, and brushing her teeth at the same time. 

You sat silently, watching them both and incredibly grateful that they were the people you got to come home to. 

Eventually, they made their way into bed with you, nestling you between them so they could keep an eye on you overnight. Cordelia handed you water she had poured from the jug and Billie stroke your hair, coaxing you to sleep; she knew you were always wired when you came home drunk, but she also knew how grateful you would be for a good night of sleep. 

The next morning, the sun cracked through the window in the gap Cordelia had left in the curtains, and it felt to you as though it had penetrated your skull. Your head was pounding and the room was spinning, but at least you had your two loves to hold you still. 

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[athielive]

Mischa Bachinski X Reader

We need more ride the cyclone characters x reader content so here I am serving. This is about them getting snowed in together, I kinda wanna do a part of them hanging out whilst they’re snowed in so we will see.

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You waved goodbye to everyone and then headed out of choir practice.

There was something so comforting about that group of people which wouldn't make any sense to someone who didn’t know them. The constant bickering was mostly light-hearted and pretty good entertainment.

You walked over to the door and shoved it open seeing a few layers of snow covering the ground, Funny how much can fall in an hour.

“Y/N” You turned around to see Mischa jogging over to you. “Can I come to yours? My parents won’t be home for hours and they don’t trust me with key.”

You never understood why he still referred to them as parents, they were nothing but cruel to him. He was isolated from any substitute of a family after losing his mother and you weren't sure why anyone wouldn’t want him around. He was the most caring person in your life, anytime you needed to talk to someone or have a shoulder to cry on he would be there.

“Sure, Mom and Dad are out for the weekend but they won’t mind you coming over, just no smoking in the house.” You smiled as the pair of you continued walking back to your place.

“Take my jacket you are shivering.” He said starting to take it off.

“Don’t worry we are almost there and it's my fault for forgetting to bring one.”

He turned to you with a sceptical look, continuing to take his jacket off.

You tried to protest but before you had the chance to he began wrapping it over your shoulders. It was cosy and had the faint smell of his cologne that had faded throughout the day but still filled you with warmth.

“I feel like I look ridiculous right now,” you remarked turning to face him as he looked you up and down.

“No, it's cute. You look cute.” He smiled and kept on walking.

Thank god he wasn’t still looking, you could see the blush creeping over your face as the decision was made that he would never get this jacket back.

You arrived at your house and grabbed two cans of coke which were brought up to your room where the pair of you were sitting. He was explaining to you why Saw V was such a great movie.

“I’ve never watched it,” you laughed, “Is that bad?”

He stared at you in disbelief, “We must watch every saw movie right now.” He said heading over to your DVD case where he knew they were because he had tried to make the choir watch them the last time he was over.

He put the first one in and then came over to your bed sitting next to you.

One small thing you forgot to tell him, you hated jumpscares. Every time something popped up on that screen you moved even closer to him until you were practically on top of him.

“I hate this movie.” You sighed burying your head in between his neck and shoulder.

He laughed quietly, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back in an attempt you make you feel better as the movie continued.

It was so comforting. You felt so much calmer in his presence, the fact he was known to be the angriest boy in town made absolutely no sense. The small town is so quick to judge everyone and it’s unfair.

Before you realised you fell asleep. He pulled a blanket over you both and shortly after he fell asleep too.

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You woke up to your phone ringing, Ocean’s contact appearing on the phone. You slipped out of Mischa’s arms and walked across to the other side of the room.

“Hello?” You whispered down the phone trying not to wake Mischa up.

“Choir’s cancelled today and tomorrow, everyone's snowed in!” she rambled, ending the call instantly after.

‘Fuck are my parents stuck too?’

You unlocked your phone to see countless texts from your Mom saying she was unsure when they would be back but to not worry because there was plenty of food in the house.

Sending her a quick text back, you put your phone down and lay down beside Mischa.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling while he fully woke up.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He mumbled.

“I only just got up.” You exclaimed. “Plus you looked comfortable and I didn't want to disturb you.”

He rolled his eyes as a smile crept onto his face.

“Do I need to go now before your parents get back?” He asked.

“Good luck with that.”

He leant his head to the side, confusion evident on his face.

“Look outside genius.” You added.

He walked over to the window turning back to you with wide eyes.

“Guess you’re stuck with me for a few days.” He laughed tackling you into a hug.

[awarmcupofmilk]

Gojo x reader "Rough"

summary: gojo just doesn't like you back (and why do you like him?)

content warnings: sad, angst, high school universe, reader is kind of stalkerish? (not actually stalking but tries to run into him a lot)

word count: 826

note: I might turn this into a series—Thoughts?

© 2022 awarmcupofmilk

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

“Why are you girls so mean today?” Gojo leers. You watch as he runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips, smirk wide as he stares after the two girls laughing along with his teasing. 

“You coming tonight? 9,” Himari chuckles as Rin nods. 

“Mm, maybe, might be busy though, you know Yaga has that new mission planned,” Gojo laughs, easily, suavely. He’s enjoying this. 

You stare, at his wind-tossed hair, his bright eyes behind those sunglasses, how tall he is, how lean his arms are. Swiftly, you turn away. It’s only hurting you at this point. 

And you knew Himari and Rin. They were nice. Sweet. It was ridiculous to see them this way, as competition.

So you thank the cashier and sit down at the booth, watching Gojo walk out the door of the convenience store laughing with the girls. And as you fidget with your can of soda, you think for a moment that maybe you should move on. Just forget what it felt like, how your stomach lightened and you felt something in your chest for the first time in years when he smiled at you. When he laughed with you. You. 

You were special to him. You thought you were special to him. 

On your mission together to Kyoto, you thought you had bonded. And you did. He was charming. Funny. Suave, but dry, which only made him funnier. 

And maybe it was the idea of the whirlwind of it all, or the fact that you broke up with your boyfriend of five months the month before, or the fact that Yaga just hated him, but something clicked when you watched him yawn on the night shift. 

He could be the one. You thought. Stupid thoughts for a highschooler to have, and you knew that, of course you did. 

But could be morphed into is, and before you knew it all you ever wanted to do was run into him. All you ever did was stare at his every move, his every expression, his every well-timed smirk. 

It bordered on stalkerish. He probably thought you were stalking him. And you weren’t, really, you weren’t, it was just that with the two weeks you spent together you’d actually gotten to know him pretty well, and it was just too easy to predict where he’d go each day. 

So, knowing full well you shouldn’t, you pulled up the invite Shoko got to Himari’s party. You shouldn’t go. You didn’t know any of them well, you weren’t even invited, it was a recipe for disaster. Humiliation. 

So why were you on Himari’s lawn, dressed in the satin bodycon dress you told yourself was too short? 

What were you hoping to get out of this?

He doesn’t even know you exist anymore. 

Well, he does, courtesy of Jujutsu High. And yes, he does give you a high five of sorts when he sees you sometimes—you had held that so near and dear only to realize he did that with just about everyone in the school. But he’d taken two days to respond to the “hi” text you’d taken a week to muster the courage to send, and that was two months ago. 

So why did you still strain your neck searching for him in the disgustingly sweaty crowd, why did you find him almost immediately, why were you inching closer despite yourself, and why didn’t he look over at you once?

You sit down two seats away from Gojo, fidgeting with your can of coke. You shift in your seat once and once again. Maybe that’d catch his gaze. You cough, then stare at him, and he, noticing your gaze, turns. 

And then, he does the worst thing he possibly could have done. He smiles. “Y/N! How’ve you been? How’s the party?”

He’s the sweetest you’d ever seen him. 

And it’s so irrefutably platonic. 

Gojo is always a little rough with the girls he dates. Not mean, usually, but rough. He likes to tease. And oh, tugs on the hair, ogling smirks and unapologetic PDA are practically trademarked at this point. The smile he gave you, so sincere, so caring, so… friendly, told you loud and clear you had no chance. You couldn’t ever cross the line because the line wasn’t even there for you to cross. 

Nothing you do will ever get you out of the friendzone. And you aren’t even friends. 

So you break the pull tab off your can of coke and you drop it in the soda. You wouldn’t have drank the rest anyway. With no more effort to make conversation from Gojo, you turn away. And when you finally deem the timing right and gather the guts to look back at him, maybe try and restart the talk, he’s gone. Off into the crowd. 

You wish you didn’t see him immediately. 

And you wish he wasn’t kissing Rin, so roughly, and tugging on her hair. 

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[fakeloveaskblog]

Hi, me again. Im going to follow the group to the bar.

Glow Eyes

"You go in, I'll just park the car" Logan said while letting the other three get out of the car.

Janus waved as he drove away. The pavement under his feet was still drying from spring rain and the sun had just about started to go down. If he closed his eyes he could hear the beat from the music inside the bar reverberate out to him.

He glanced over to Remus who was pointing out a bug in the grass and Remy who was to preoccupied with keeping themself up right to hear him. They'd left their cane at home since they wanted to 'look pretty' tonight. All the arguments from the others that that was total bullshit fell on deaf ears.

"After you" Janus teased as he held open the door for the other two.

The sound hit Remus' ears like a steel drum even if he was wearing ear plugs. Two songs were blaring out at the same time, one from the karaoke corner and the other from the larger dance floor. It was too much to take in, he couldn't even make out which songs it was.

He squinted at the bright neon lights flashing through the club, only getting milder next to the bars. Each side of the large venue had it's own bar. At least there was free water next to both of them.

Remus nudged his cheek against Remy's shoulder as he snaked his hands around their arm. They didn't really react aside from sending him a short smile but getting to rub his fingers against their leather jacket grounded him enough to avoid getting overstimulated.

"I need a drink" Remy said it like a fact before dragging him with them over to the nearest bar.

He stood next to them and watched as a few people he didn't know greeted Janus with hugs or chatter and it felt kind of unreal to see that they had friends he didn't know about. Some kind of jealousy built up in the back of his brain, he took a deep breathe to try and let it out.

"Here you go girlie" Remy handed him a glass of black liquid "Don't worry it's like non alcoholic I just like tried to think what the spookiest soda was and thought that like some coke of the cola would work"

"Thanks beanie" He clinked his glass together with their cocktail before downing it in one straight shot 

"Let's get karaoked bitch!" They pulled in Janus to get their attention "Hiiii girrl we're doing Bang Bang liiike the one with like Ariana GrandEE and like Nicki and Jessie y'know?"

Janus stared at them cold faced "I am not doing Nicki Minaj"

"Girl 'course not! You're Jessie! You're vanilla like that! We're 3 people Jannie! What other 3 way collabs are there? The horrible ass Charlie's angels song? The fucking levitating remix? Girl."

Logan waved over to them to show he had arrived before quickly gliding between the chunks of people to catch up with them. Janus twirled his tie around their fingers and pulled it down suddenly so his head got dragged down so they were eye to eye. They pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"My honey dearest is actually a total rapstress don't you know" They said with just a tinge of joking in their tone.

"I do dabble in reading text in incredible speed yes"

Remy squinted before suddenly letting out a gasp "WE'RE 4 PEOPLE! FOUR! BITCH!! WE'RE DOING LADY MARMALADE!" They pointed at themself "Xtina Aguilera" Pointed at Remus "Pink" Pointed at Janus "Mya" and grimaced as they pointed at Logan "Like lil kim I guess I dun fucking know"

They took Remus' hand and pulled him along to the karaoke scene. Janus and Logan looked at each other before shrugging and following along. Jan still dragging their boyfriend along by his tie.

There was a slight line to the karaoke during which Remy somehow managed to not only buy another drink but also finish it. A few tipsy people wooed and clapped as the group got on stage. There were only 2 microphones which made them have to stand really close together.

The song started and Janus' was supposed to start the song. He leant forward and lied dryly "My mic isn't working" 

For the rest of his part he just stood still and stared. He heard Remy let up into high pitched laughter which made him smile ever so slightly.

Remus sang his entire verse like a growly metal singer, screaming at the top of his chainsaw like voice. All while jumping up and down. Remy and Logan joined in during the chorus and Logan tried to match his jumps, thinking it was part of the karaoke somehow.

Right before Logan's rap started he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt to unleash the beast. He rapped the entirety of Lil Kim's verse in his usual monotone voice while swaying lightly side to side to show off his immense groove.

Janus held back chuckles the entire time and at the end of the rap when Logan looked to them they of course grinned and did a thumbs up. They didn't understand when people thought their Logan wasn't funny, to them he was hilarious.

Another chorus and then it was time for Remy........they had chosen to sing Christina Aguilera's part....Christina...famous for her high notes.....

They let out some of the most shrill "OOOOH" and "HEEEYY" ever heard in history. Janus actually let out a few "Ooh" to back them up.

Before they got into their verse which they sang like they were the best singer imaginable. They had no clue how the choreo for Lady marmalade went so they just retorted to doing Lady Gaga's choreo for Judas.

The trio finished the last chorus and Janus clapped louder than anyone else. The moment the song finished Remus let up into a giggly laugh while Logan put his tie back on.

Remus was flapping his arms around to happy stim and his flaps turned even faster when he heard the dj put on a song he recognized. He and Janus immediately looked eyes because both of them had been around 10 when the song was popular, aka nostalgia central.

He locked hands with them without really thinking of it. The two of them ushered along Logan to the dance floor. They tried to get Remy along as well but they muttered something out about sitting this one out.

The air was warm as they pushed their way through the pack of people. Remus squeezed Janus' hand, it didn't feel like people were too close. It felt like everyone was moving along together, like all of the strangers were sharing a moment.

When the chorus hit Remus and Janus both instinctively leant back and yelled out "I GOTTA FEELING" Deep breathe "OOoooOOOHHH" Deep breathe "TONIGHT'S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT!!!"

When they noticed that Logan didn't know the song they both instantly started to clown on him "Oh look at the old man practically fading away in front of us" Janus teased.

"I literally grew up in Argentina and even we played this at middle school dances you uncultured swine" Remus added.

"I am cultured but I am and was a nerd excuse you. Nerds simply do not exists within middle school dances" Logan replied.

But he still got pulled along in their dancing. They danced around in a small circle and for a moment it felt like it was just the three of them. Remus shook his head around to the music which made Janus mimic him. The beads in their locs knocked against each other which Remus thought made an incredibly beautiful sound.

The absolute hood classic Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus started playing and even Logan knew this one because of Patty related reasons.

Remus jokingly pulled Janus along in a sort of mini salsa. He spun them around which made them smile so brightly it made him blush. He tried to dance with Logan as well but Lo kept trampling on his feet which made him laugh too hard to dance properly.

He glanced back at the bar and saw Remy sitting alone. They had their chin leant in their hand and seemed to be staring off to something he couldn't see.

"I'll check up on Beanie real quick" He yelled over the music to the other two.

Janus squeezed his hand again before going back to dancing with Logan.

As soon as Remus even got close to Remy they flinched like the notion of a bar being filled with people was startling to them. Their expression softened when they saw it was him. There was an unfinished drink in their hand.

"You getting a lot of philosophy done in this club tonight?" Remus joked as he sat down on the bar stool next to them.

"Girrl I'm figuring out quality- aquatic- queer physics over here...or whateva it's called"

"I've been thinking about spiders" He said it so abruptly it made them laugh "No but really. If a spider went down a person's throat and traveled down into their stomach would the spider crawling around feel like butterflies?"

"Wouldn't the spider like uhh excuse my language but fucking die?"

Remus gasped "I would take care of my tummy spider!!"

He spun around on the bar stool and caught glimpses of Janus and Logan dancing close together with their arms on the other's waist. Every now and then they would kiss. It looked so...natural.

"Beanie!!!" Remus shook their arm around "BEAnie!! I think I got spiders in my tummy!!!"

Remy looked as well while sipping their drink "That dress twirl...Girl." They fanned themself jokingly.

"I'm hiring a hitman on Logan. He needs to be sniped and then disseminated and thrown down a river. Out of sight out of mind"

"Jannie is poly my guy???? No murder has gotta happen...Though if they weren't poly I would like tooots give some money to the hitman cause"

"No! I need to kill Logan!! So I can tear out all his meat and organs and use his skin as a skin suit!! And so I will absorb his boyfriend status! and Jannie will kiss me every day!"

"Didn't like the joker or whatever do that. I dunno if you should like take love advice from the joker girl"

"It's my only option!! Logan is so suave and cool and calm and he can kiss people whenever he wants And I just freeze up every time I even think of kissing Jannie!! I wish I could just grab them and-"

"And pepper their lips with kisses. Yeah yeah we have all thought it"

"His lips looks so soft though"

"He already got Logan though" Remy mumbled "Even if he's poly it's like what can another partner give him that like Lo can't. He's just gonna realize how useless the other partner is and like-"

"I don't think Jannie would think like that" Remus interrupted, a bit unsure.

Remy shrugged "Who's to know"

The conversation embed out and both of them sat in silence and thought about the things they couldn't give Janus.

Remus shook his head and took a deep breathe "I'm doing karaoke! Now! To get the mean slugs out of my brain! You wanna come with?"

"My legs are tired" They said as an excuse.

He let out some sort of sound to show he'd heard before going to stand in the line for the karaoke. Remy glanced back to Janus and Logan but quickly averted their eyes again when they saw the couple making out while dancing. They ordered another drink.

After a few minutes they heard Janus' voice behind them. Like muttered whines. They spun around on the bar stool to see them fumbling with their dress while Logan inspected the zipper at the back.

"My dress got jealous of how great I look so it is attempting to murder me via getting stuck" Janus said with a straight face.

Even though Remy usually wore skirts they still reached out to help but Logan kindly waved them off "I am the only one here interested in women. I have certain expertise in making dress zippers function as intended even during pressured situations”

He squinted and fiddled with the zipper and somehow got it to work again like magic. Janus said something before turning around to kiss his boyfriend but Remy wasn't listening anymore. They quietly let out a "I'm going to liiiikke dance or whatevaaa" Before slipping away into the myriad of people on the dance floor.

"FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS!!! IS THIS WHERE YOU WANNA BE!!!" Remus screeched out from the karaoke stage.

The couple decided to sit down for a moment, partially to listen to their friend and partially because dancing amongst a bunch of people gets sweaty and awfully warm awfully fast.

Janus was absentmindedly stirring their drink while looking out at the dance floor. The room was filled with people and yet their eyes only landed on Remy. They were dancing with their eyes half closed, their arms loosely hung over their head, letting the people around them push and pull them around as they looked up at the neon lights.

Logan circled his finger around Janus' knee as he leant close to them and asked "Have you talked to them?"

"Honey you saw us talk like 5 seconds ago" They replied dryly.

"I am talking about specifically discussing your very apparent feelings for one another, and you know that you silly snake-"

"You nincompoopus goof of a man" Janus instantly spat back.

"You've been waiting to use that word have you not?"

Janus smiled a little "Yes. Yes I have" He continued to stir the drink making endless swirls "..I suppose....We haven't really had time to talk about it..."

"Communication is key Watson. It's elementary"

Remy seemed completely lost in the lights, their eyes staring out at nothing. They barely moved aside from when people forced them to move. Janus sipped their drink.

"Every time I think of how to bring our mutual interest up it feels like I'm manipulating them"

"Well I think you're being worse by not talking to them" Logan said as he fiddled with the hem of his partner's dress skirt "Them going through trauma doesn't make them stupid, my dear, they can still make their own choice if they actually like you or not. All you're doing is leaving them in the dark"

Janus buried their face against the crook of Logan's neck while groaning "I hate you. Why can't you Not say the cold hard truth just one time"

"You want me to say a falsehood huh?"

"Yes! Please! It won't make you burn in hell!"

"Okay....." Logan pretended to think "Oh I've got a good one. I despise your company"

He said it with a smug smile as he looked at them. They looked back and groaned while rolling their eyes. They grabbed his tie and pulled his face close before peppering him with kisses.

"You are so stupid" Janus chuckled out.

"I will accept silly but never stupid"

"Going for the middle ground with fool"

"Touche"

Janus started to actually get mentally ready to sprint up to Remy and tackle them into having a most likely awkward discussion, when he saw Remus run up and pull Remy into a tight hug. He babbled on while walking back over to the bar with his arm still around Remy.

"HI!! Anyone wanna do more karaoke!? I think we should do Y.M.C.A! I'll be the leather daddy!!" Remus exclaimed.

Logan placed his hands on both of Remus' shoulders and stared right into his eyes "NO. We will not"

He tried to convey the message that they should leave Janus and Remy alone together by staring incredibly intensely. Somehow Remus got the message.

"Right! I have some questions to ask you Logson! About chemistry! It's for an art idea! I need some knowledge about ultraviolet light baked into his noggin!"

It wasn't a lie. He had wanted to ask Logan about that though he hadn't planned to ask about it in the middle of a bar.

"Yes this is a very fascinating subject that we will now speak about in immense detail for quite some time" Logan replied as he and Remus sat down next to each other and both at the same time slowly turned away from the other two hoping they would get the hint.

Janus half jokingly held out their arm like they were picking up some fancy celebrity "Care for a dance?"

Remy was about to say no when their ears suddenly perked up at the sound of an orchestral intro to a song. About 75% of the twinks in the bar perked up at literally the exact second because it was 911 by Lady Gaga.

"Yep okay yeah sure a dance" Remy babbled out while snaking their arms around his.

As soon as they got out to the floor Remy let go of him and started to casually groove while glancing around. Janus would like to think he had some form of charm but his heart started to beat a little faster when dancing with them. Their charm seemed so effortless like they weren't even aware they were dancing.

He noticed they were quietly mouthing along to the song 'My biggest enemy is me pop a 911 my biggest enemy is me pop a 911'.

They spun around which made their skirt twirl so Janus twirled his dress to touch theirs. They glanced at him and smiled and he realized he hadn't seen them smile for the entire night.

Their smile disappeared almost as quickly leaving an afterglow of melancholy. They closed their eyes and leant their head back as they moved along with the crowd. Janus reached out his hands and intertwined their fingers and they didn't seem to react.

Their eyes opened ever so slightly and they stared up at the neon lights again. Their mouth moving along to the song 'Paradise is in my hands' Their eye whites had turned red 'Holding on so tight to the static' Their eyelids fluttered like they were zoning out 'Keep myself in beautiful places'

Janus took them by the waist and spun them around which made them let out a surprised sound before moving their arms around his shoulders. He lifted them up for just a few seconds. Just a few inches above the warm mush of people the air was cold. Like at 3 am when the grass is wet against naked feet and the night is crisp.

Remy took a deep breathe of the clear cold air before Janus let them down on the ground again. It made their head spin a little like a bunch of small stars were bouncing around on the inside of their brain.

The song had ended and they had barely even noticed. Another started with a bass line like a heartbeat. Another Lady Gaga song. It made Remy hug a little tighter around their crush's shoulders.

"There is no reason for you and me to be alone tonight baby" The first line of the song passed them by “There is no reason you shouldn't be the one to take me home tonight"

Janus allowed himself to smile just as silly as he felt like smiling. His lips upturned into the stupidest little grin and his cheeks ever so pink as he felt their chest move against his as they danced. Felt their waist move where his hand touched.

Suddenly Remy let up into a giggle while looking right at his expression "What?" He asked.

"Nothing. I just like thought about how gay it would be if we like kissed while a fucking Lady Gag song is playing"

He let up into a sly smile "Now why would you think about kissing me” He pretended to think “hmmm- Wait I got it! You have poison laced lipstick on don't you. You are just trying to assassinate me aren't you"

"Girlie not everything is an assissination attempt"

"Life would be so much better if everything Was an assassination attempt though"

"What if it's an attempt at flirting?" Remy asked, half teasingly.

"Well is it?" Janus replied, their smile widening.

"Yes...Yes it is"

As the music played on around them and the crowd kept moving in uneven ways Janus leant up and let his lips meet Remy's in a kiss. 

He had to stand on the tips of his toes to be able to properly kiss them but it was worth it when he could feel them smiling through the kiss. They were about to whisper some snarky comment about him having to stand on his toes when a stranger bumped into them.

Their lips knocked into Janus' nearly knocking into his teeth. Both of them took a step back at the same moment, though it was immediately as if their hands searched after the others. Without actually having to say anything they agreed to try and move out of the crowd and closer to one of the walls.

As soon as they'd managed to get out of the crowd Remy threw their arms around Janus and kissed his cheek. The neon lights shone blue as they stumbled against a wall, near some of the lounge seating.

Remy let up into shrill giggling as their back got pressed against the wall, still giggling as Janus kissed them again. They twirled one of his locs between their fingers as his arms moved around their waist, his hands traveling up their back.

"I think the bathrooms are like over there" Remy said through the kiss, eyes glancing around "I can like blow you an-"

They shifted to move but Janus suddenly pulled out of the kiss, his arms still wrapped around them "Wait no" It was so sudden it took his brain a second to wrap around what they'd said "I don't want this tonight. Not right now"

"Oh" Remy looked genuinely confused but they didn't move "Okay- what- What do You wanna do then?"

"I want Us to talk. I don't want you to feel pressured to start a new relationship so soon after leaving one. Do you feel like you're ready for us- for this to actually be a thing?"

"Yeah yeah of course" Remy leant in and pressed kisses along his neck "I like you Janny" They murmured through the kisses, making his skin tickle.

"I'm just worried that we will start dating and you will- I suppose I have assumed that to make it through...your last relationship your thoughts must have shifted about how relationships are supposed to work and I am worried we will get together and you will force yourself to- I don't know- avoid speaking your mind to me in fear of making me angry. Or anything of that sort"

They kissed the crook of his neck "Girl don't worry 'bout that stuff. I've been like suuper okay since leaving haven't I. I just had to like get outa there"

"Well I suppose-" He racked his brain for recent memories of them "I suppose you have seemed quite alright but I still think you probably need help. Professional help. 

They kissed him right under his ear and Janus leant his head back. He moved his hands around their wrists, unsure if he should stop them or not.

"Remy..I....I don't want to act as a replacement for Virgil" 

It was a relief finally managing to say it. Remy stopped kissing him immediately. They moved back so fast the back of their head lightly hit against the wall.

"You are Nothing like him Jannie. You could never be like him"

"Then I still don't want to be an opposite of Virgil to you. I don't want you to be with me just because it distracts you from not having him-"

"I wouldn't do that-" The two of them spoke over the other.

"-Of course I do want to help you but it's not healthy to enter another relationship just to- just to repress your problems-"

"What do you want me to do?" Remy asked again.

"I don't want you to do anything! I want you to be alright deary!"

"I'm too difficult for you-"

"You're not-"

"I knew it-"

"You're not"

"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO"

Remy yelled loud enough to make the nearest people around them glance at them. Their breathing had started to quicken a little as they kept glancing around.

"I- I can't tell you what to do" Janus answered.

"I don't know what else to do" It sounded like they were choking back tears as they spoke “I've done everything I can. I thought you'd like me. I thought you'd want me-"

"I Do like you Remy. I love you darling-"

"I'm too difficult. I'm too much- I'm a-

Remy started to pull themself out of his arms. He did a desperate attempt at holding them back but it only made them seem more frantic.

"I love you" He repeated as he let them go.

The crowd seemed to swallow them as they disappeared among the people. He hoped they were just going out for a quick breathe of air, maybe a cigarette, something to calm down. The two of them could talk it through more once they got home. There was always a later.

Even among all the people Janus suddenly felt cold. Freezing even. He took a shuddering breathe and looked around for his boyfriend or Remus.

Near a corner in one of the lounge couches Remus and Logan were sitting. The bartender had kept asking them about buying drinks so they had moved away to over here. few papers scattered across the table in front of them. 

They were sill discussing chemistry stuff for Rem's art idea when Janus found them. They were visibly sulking and didn't even say anything before immediately diving to cuddle up in Logan's arms.

Logan gave them a questioning look but let them lay their head against his chest. He stroked his hand through their hair as he felt their hands clammer onto the fabric of his shirt.

"Should I ask about the situation?" Logan asked.

"Not right now"

"Alright then. We are discussing spider's livings conditions and what material they can eat without becoming sick"

"It's for Art!" Remus added "You can just listen to us babble the rest of the night if you'd like"

"Thanks" Was all Janus mumbled out.

An hour or so went by as the two nerds discussed veering off topic to just infodump several times. Remus opened his phone to search something up about dark matter when he got reminded of Remy since he saw their contact on his screen.

"Did Remy say where they were going by the way?" He asked absentmindedly.

For the first time in that entire hour Janus moved as he suddenly sat up "They didn't" He got a terrified look on his face "Oh dear- I just assumed they were taking a break I didn't notice- I didn't notice how long they'd been gone"

Logan held his hand on their shoulder and meet their eyes to get them to focus "Should we be worried?"

"I- They seemed upset. I don't know"

"The likeliest thing is that they are still here. There's a lot of people around. It's easy to not see us, or perhaps they needed more aloe time than you thought and they are just spending their time in another part of the bar. So there is no need to panic”

He waited until Janus had nodded before he continued.

“I will take a look around the place to see if I can spot them. You two stay here and call them okay? Don’t worry if I can not find them, there is a lot of people here”

After he had gotten another nod Logan stood up and walked off to some other area of the bar. “I can call them?” Remus quietly suggested.

“Sounds good” Janus replied without looking at him.

A signal went by and they waited with baited breathes. Another signal. Another. Another. Until the voice note telling them to leave a message started. Remus and Janus quietly looked up to meet the other’s worried eyes.

“They’d been drinking” Was all Remus said.

“I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s so obvious! Of course I shouldn’t have gotten all romantic with someone who had just left an abusive relationship. I should have focused on getting them help instead of being this fucking selfish” Janus rambled out.

“They’d been drinking” Remus repeated in a slightly slurred tone. His eyes staring forward with his head slightly lolled to the side like it was when he was dissociated.

“Are you feeling alright?” Janus reached out their hand and Remus immediately flinched back.

He didn’t look at them his eyes were still staring off somewhere else, but he had tensed up. His thighs were trembling from how hard he was pressing them together and his lips turned pale from him forcing it close.

Janus let out a quiet strings of swear as he realized how obviously easy it must have been to trigger a flashback. Especially since Remus was sitting near the corner, such sudden movements must have made him feel trapped. 

Along with Remy’s sudden disappearance. Janus didn’t even want to try and guess what kind of memories that could have brought on.

All he knew was that calming Remus down in a high stimulating area where it would be hard to hear them, hell where a lot of it must be reminding him of bad memories. All of the alcohol and close contact with strangers.

Janus’ chest started to feel tight like something was keeping him from breathing properly. Everything was building up on top of the other and everything felt like his fault. 

He didn’t know how to find Remy. He didn’t know what to say to them if he did. He didn’t know how to calm Remus down if he didn’t even know how to get him out of here.

His hands were shaking. His breathing was shaky. His eyesight started to become blurry from tears.

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Since I’ve been gone for a bit I’m tagging the ones I know are active rn so they know im not dead anymore dhjkfh @so-youre-a-rock-with-issues @autisticbean13

[fear-of-flyers]

enough to last a lifetime (part 4)

Owen Power x Fem!Reader

Word Count 1.8k

Warnings: pregnancy (nothing in detail but it's there), swearing, owen can't do math (lol)

Sometime later you woke up, still in Owen’s arms with his hand on your stomach, to the smell of food. You gently got up, to not disturb your boyfriend, and groggily made your way into the kitchen. To your surprise when you got there you found Kent washing dishes, a home-cooked meal plated on the counter. You took a deep breath and sighed appreciatively, unintentionally startling Kent a bit. “Shit, you scared me. Hungry?” Kent asked, turning the sink off and turning around. “Sorry, and yeah. What’d you make?” You responded. “Baked chicken thighs, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli.” Kent said, looking proud of himself, “I’ve been cooking a bit more recently, it saves money and is honestly kinda fun. You’ll be the first person besides Owen to eat my cooking. I’m excited.” You smiled listening to him, happy that he found something he enjoyed and that you could reap the benefits of his new hobby.

You walk to the couch and gently shake Owen awake, “Dinnertime love. Kent cooked.” You say softly, admiring how sweet he looks. “Huh?” Owen replies, sitting slightly up and blinking groggily. “Smells good.” You chuckle at his barely-there post-nap brain, “Yeah honey, Kent cooked.” You said again, smiling when Owen’s confusion morphed into a smile. He got up fully and grabbed your hand before making his way to the kitchen with you. When you got to the kitchen you found Kent putting the last of the plates on the table, water and each person’s other drink of choice (coke for Owen, and lemonade for you and Kent) already on the table. “Looks good, thanks dude,” Owen says, nodding towards Kent in appreciation. Kent smiles at the praise “Of course, we needed to eat and had stuff here. Someone was gonna have to cook and y’all were cute and sleeping. It was the least I could do.”

At that, the three of you sit down to eat and after gushing at the food and how good it was you settled into a good conversation. About halfway through dinner, Kent asked “Y/n, are you going to keep going to classes once you start to show? I know you want to keep it kind of private but I was curious.” You opened your mouth to answer before realizing that you hadn’t really thought about it beforehand. People on campus generally knew that you and Owen were together and while you doubted anyone would post anything about it you did know that you would get tons of questions and judgment. “I haven’t thought about that yet.” You replied honestly, “I haven’t even thought about telling my parents yet. Shit, Owen, we have to tell our parents.” At that Owen turned to you, eyes wide. Clearly, he hadn’t thought about it either. “Well shit, should we text them?” He asked. Before you could answer Kent gasped, “Text them?? Yes Owen, tell your parents that they’re gonna be grandparents over text. What a fine idea.” You laughed, truly appreciating Kent at that moment as Owen looked at you slightly hurt. “You’re laughing at me? Wow, good to know whose side you’re on babe.” He says, exaggerating a look of hurt, a pout pulling on his lips. “Owen, he’s right. We can’t just text them, love, I think they would fly up here to crucify us if we didn’t at the very least facetime them. We should look into sending them something though.”

“Send them something? Like a card?” Owen asked, clearly confused. You looked at Kent and laughed quietly (Kent wasn’t as nice), before saying “Maybe, but I was thinking something like an ultrasound picture when we get them, and a mug or something ‘grandparent’ they can actually use.” Finally, Owen said “Oh, that makes sense. Wanna go shopping after the appointment?” You nodded, “That works, we should think about exactly what we want to get, also we need to remember to ask for a bunch of ultrasound copies” At that, Owen looked confused, “Why do we need a bunch? Don’t we just need 3?” He asked. “I feel like Luke is gonna want one, oh yeah he knows by the way, also one for here and one for my dorm.” 

“Can I have one?” Kent asked, effectively reminding the two of you that he was there “Of course, you can have one Kent, you’ve been so helpful during this.” You said before turning towards Owen again and going “See? People are going to want them.” Owen rolled his eyes fondly, grateful that the two of you had made up, truly excited for what was to come. Then he remembered what you had said a couple of minutes ago. “Wait, Luke knows? How does Luke know? Did Luke know before me?” He asked, confused completely. “Yes Luke knows and yes Luke knew before you. Babe, Kent knew before you.” You said, continuing on before Owen could talk again. “Luke was there when I found out, I needed someone to be there and I didn’t think I could call you. Then Kent found out because I hid the test in my hand towel drawer without thinking, I wasn’t planning on telling him until after you knew but it just happened that way. And before you get all pissy, don’t act like I was wrong for it.”

“But why would you call Luke instead of me?” Owen asked, looking hurt. “When I had to call someone I was so worried about how you would react that I didn’t call you. And you kinda proved me right, I’m not mad but hopefully, you can see my logic.” You responded, silently praying that this wouldn’t cause new conflict. Luckily, Owen nodded, “I get it.” He said, “I am truly sorry for how I reacted at first.” You smiled at him and moved your chairs closer to pull him into a kiss. At that, Kent stood up, chair scraping against the floor, and announced “You two clearly don’t need me anymore, I’m going to go do homework. I’ll see you later.” You pulled away from Owen and laughed (partly out of embarrassment) at Kent’s outburst. “Have fun with that Uncle Kent.” You say, delighting in the way Kent’s face lights up in reaction. “Oh my god I’m going to be an uncle. Okay, I forgive you, I’m still going to do my homework though. Bye guys, bye baby.” Kent said, the smile not leaving his face as he left the room.

As he walked away you turned back towards Owen, a smile on your face. “Dude, we’re going to be parents. Like what?” You said, laughing at Owen’s face as you called him ‘dude’. “Yeah dude. You’re gonna be a mom, a good one too.” Owen responded, watching you blush before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. The two of you swayed back and forth in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before you pulled back a bit saying, “Kent had the right idea with homework. I have a shit ton of stuff to do. Work with me?” You look up at Owen and he nods “Of course, I have stuff I need to do as well,” He replies turning towards his room. You trail behind him, grabbing a gatorade out of the fridge for each of you and a bag of pretzels to share.

“What do you have to work on?” You ask Owen, sitting on his bed and placing your supplies around you. “I have to finish a paper for Econ then I have algebra practice to do because I have a test tomorrow.” Owen says, groaning at the thought of math. “I thought that by choosing sports management I would have an easy out but nooo, here I am, taking fucking algebra. Anyways, what do you have?” You chuckle a little, opening your laptop to Canvas. “I have to submit mock lesson plans, and grade an example essay.” You respond as you open the document containing your plans. “If you want I can help you with the math after you finish your paper.” You offer, looking towards Owen for a response. “Oh my god, thank you.” He said “I don’t know why I’m so bad at it.” You laughed “It’s just how you are, it’s not a bad thing, plus, it’s fun for me.” 

The next day you and Owen were out at lunch between classes, talking about your future. “Ok, I know I’ve said it before but this feels so real now. With our first doctor’s appointment tomorrow it’s all so much.” You say, looking across the table at Owen. “Is it too much?” He asks, looking back, face full of worry, “If it is, is there anything I can do about it? I can get Kent to calm down some.” You laugh softly, “You don’t need to get Kent to calm down, I’m good. But, I really appreciate it and I really appreciate you.” You say, leaning in to kiss him gently. “So, have you had your test yet?” At that, Owen groans, dropping his head onto the table “Why would you do that to me babe?” He asks, voice muffled by his arms “But no, I haven’t had it yet, it’s in 2 hours and I’m dreading it.” You rubbed his arm gently, “Do you have anything else before it? Because I’m free for another hour-ish and would love to help you study more if that would be helpful.” You offered.

“Would you really?” He asks, lifting his head off of his arms, looking you directly in the eyes, almost non-believing. “Of course I would love. It would be my pleasure.”

According to Owen the test went, “not completely shit” but that was behind you because it was finally Tuesday. You went to watch Owen practice because you didn’t have class and it would make travel easier. But, you found it hard to hide it from the boys because, while you were at practice sometimes you, and Owen, were never this excited. “C’mon Y/n, tell us what’s happening,” Briss said, looking at you with pleading eyes. Shaking your head you responded “No can do Briss. It’s top-secret for now.” He shot a playful glare at you and turned to Owen, gearing up to ask again, “No, Briss. We’re not gonna tell you. Plus, you’ll find out eventually.” Brendan groaned and turned around ready to give up when he saw the slight smile on Kent’s face. “Johnson, you know what’s happening. What’s happening?” Kent smiled wider, “Good things. That’s all I’m at liberty to say.” You laughed at his response, grateful for his ability to keep a secret when it was necessary. Briss was definitely not as happy but you let it go, knowing that this is a surprise he won’t mind waiting for.

[kpop---scenarios]

Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious. 

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy. 

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't." 

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones. 

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm. 

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this." 

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists. 

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. 

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room. 

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff." 

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house. 

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. 

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came. 

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink. 

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you. 

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask. 

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?" 

"Y/N." 

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?" 

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask. 

"His boys?" He answered. 

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka. 

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks. 

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit." 

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him. 

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?" 

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug. 

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says. 

** 

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you. 

**

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet. 

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool. 

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him. 

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game. 

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man. 

**

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did.  You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you. 

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden. 

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass. 

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you. 

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck. 

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses. 

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation. 

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good. 

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door. 

"I can walk." You object. 

"I know." He says, his face stone cold. 

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know. 

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car. 

"And you're very cold." You say. 

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car. 

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky. 

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window. 

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck. 

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night. 

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there. 

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say. 

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance. 

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room. 

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings. 

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so. 

"Hello?" You answer. 

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says. 

"I know who it is." You sigh. 

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background. 

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell. 

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains. 

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you. 

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone. 

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive. 

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it. 

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker. 

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit. 

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back. 

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says. 

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again. 

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace. 

**

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips. 

"Who are you?" One of them asks. 

"Y/N." You whisper. 

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?" 

[festive]

Saving grace // Yandere! Kakucho x Reader.

cw: Drugging, Kidnapping, sexual themes, slut shaming, yandere.

summary: You’ve known Kakucho practically all your life, unbeknownst to you, he’s been in love with the version of you he’s had in his head.

You and Kakucho have known each other for years, practically growing up together. He’s been with you through it all, your parents divorce, your mothers passing, the falling outs of you and your previous group of friends, and finally, he was there to pick you back up from the pieces you were left in from your previous partners. Unbeknownst to you, your closest companion was in love with you, and soon, you’d find that out in the worst possible way.

Now if Kakucho were to describe you in one word, it’d be “Angel.” Even if you were far from it, maybe somewhere along the lines he fell in love with the version of you he had in his head. Whatever it was, it was more of a borderline obsession than love. In his eyes you could do no wrong. He’s even envisioned multiple futures with you, and would stop at nothing to make at least one of them come true no matter how many people he had to get rid of in the process. Hell, he was one of the top executives in Japan’s most feared gang, he definitely had the power to make it happen.

As Kakucho had his secrets, so did you. You were no angel, not even close to being one. You were quite the manipulative little whore, sleeping around with men and women alike, stringing them along for you own amusement just to leave them afterwards. Giving them false hopes of a future together, just to leave them heartbroken after getting what you wanted in the end. Of course no ones ever called you out on your actions. How could they? When you have someone like Kakucho who literally worshiped the ground you walked on at your disposal. All it took some fake tears and a sob story to have him come running to your rescue like the knight in shining armor he is.

Tonight was the night you’d have some fun, you heard from a friend of a friend that a new nightclub had just opened up in Roppongi, and luckily for you, he had managed to get you and your friend in. As you run around your room looking for something to wear, you stumble upon a black mini dress that had stopped right under the curve of your ass, the front had a low cut and showed off the perfect amount of cleavage. After putting the dress on you look in the mirror admiring the way the dress perfectly hugs your body, a buzzing sound cuts your thoughts short however heading to the source of the buzzing you pick your phone up to check it. Two unread messages, one from your friend and one from Kakucho. You decided to open the one from your friend first.

F/n: hey, y/n. You ready? I’m outside.

Y/n: yea, give me like five minutes, I just have to add the finishing touch to my makeup.

After hitting send, you open Kakucho’s message on accident, it’s not like you could play it off either. You had read receipts on so he’d definitely know you were ignoring him.

Kakucho: hey, y/n. How’ve you been it’s been awhile since I’ve last seen you, are you busy later?

Y/n: hey, Kaku!!! I’ve been well, just been busy with school, you know! All these assignments been kicking my ass, unfortunately I’m getting ready for bed. I’m super tired lol, if I don’t respond it’s because I fell asleep.

Not even five minutes later you received a reply from him saying “goodnight” with a few heart emojis. Well that’s one way to get him off your ass, you should feel bad you think to yourself. However you don’t, how would he know you’re not actually going to bed, exactly he wouldn’t.

Kakucho sighed after he sent you a goodnight text, currently he was sitting in the VIP section in the new nightclub the Haitani brothers decided to open, honestly who’s idea was it to have a meeting here, of all places? Oh yea, it was Sanzu’s, Kakucho’s let his eyes land on the pinkette who was currently doing lines of coke off the table in front of them then to Mikey who had stopped talking awhile ago and was now currently staring off into space. Great, he thought to himself shaking his head. The Haitani brothers have long lost interest in the current situation in front of them, Ran was more focused on the young woman on his lap. While Rindou, Takeomi, Koko, and Mochi decided to head off below to the bar.

When you arrived at the club you wasted no time scanning the area for your newest object of fun as your eyes searched around from the bar to the dance floor, there he was amongst the sea of bodies. A man who looked closer to your age with black hair styled in an undercut standing off to the side, wasting no time you made your way over to him, ditching your friend in the process. After approaching him you invited him over to the bar area for some drinks. One thing lead to another now here you were on the lap of some stranger you didn’t even bother to get his name engaged in a heated make out session while you grind upon the ever apparent bulge in between his legs.

Kakucho made his way down to the bar in search at least one other executive however as soon as he turned his head in that direction his eyes landed on you, to say he was mad was an understatement he was furiously. Not only had you lied to him, but here you were acting like a bitch in heat with some man you probably didn’t even know. Instead of making his way over towards you to raise hell, he decided to sit at the corner of the bar and watch you intently, he watched you remove yourself from the man and sit on the bar next to him while the man got up and made his way out of the area.

Now here you were, tipsy and annoyed that the man had left you because he had “urgent business” to attend to. You call the bartender over for another drink, and before you can order what you want he slides you a drink and walks away but not before saying that the drink was paid for by another customer. The more you drank, the more you could feel yourself getting dizzy and woozy, until finally everything went black and you passed out.

When you finally wake up, you feel sick, not even being able to recall the events prior to. However you try to get up and realize you can’t, your arms and legs are tied to the bed you currently reside on, you turn your head to try and take in your surroundings, this isn’t your room, this isn’t even your home you’re in. Pictures of you scatter the walls around you and you begin to panic, crying and screaming for help when suddenly the door opens and Kakucho walks through. “Where am I, Kakucho what’s going on? I’m scared, I want to go home.” You cry out as you continue to struggle against your restraints. “You are home.” He replied, “I’ve decided that I’m going to fix you.” “Fix me?” You replied voice shaking. “I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re broken, that’s why you’ve been acting the way you do. Don’t worry, I’ll fix you and turn you back into the angel you once were.” He replied. Even now Kakucho refuses to believe that you’re solely to blame for the promiscuous acts you displayed at the bar. Deep down he knows with a little training you’ll be his angel again in no time. As he makes his way towards the bed, you couldn’t help but flinch a little bit out of fear for what was going to happen next. Deep down something in your bones told you, this isn’t going to end well.

[what-i-call-men]

The Evans w an independent significant other/how clingy the Evans are

The Evans x Gn!reader

Warnings: Some possessiveness, some mentions of killing

Tate:

Tate absolutely hates when you're independent. If it were up to him you’d stay in the house with him all day and you’d be dependent on him for everything. He hates when you leave the house, when you eat without him, even if you shower without him. Let’s be real though, if you're in the house you're not alone because even if you don't see him, Tate is there watching you all the time- hell he doesn’t have much better to do. If you tell him you're staying at a friend’s or going out at night, not sure when you’d be home, he would immediately try to stop you from going. When you eventually get off the property he waits at the window for you to come back just like a needy puppy. “But babe, why go to a party with sweaty horny teenagers when you could stay here and we could play a board game?” “Tate we played Monopoly, candy land, twister, uno and parcheesi today. I don’t even think we own any more board games.”

Kit:

Kit kinda finds it attractive. He obviously has his moments of wanting to be the provider and take care of you, but he also loves that you listen to him about his work and retain alot of it. He’s watched you diagnose a problem on your own car and you were completely correct on it when he took a look. On a night he had to stay late at the shop working on one car that wouldn’t seem to start, you show up to his work dressed in some jeans and one of his work shirts, offering to help him with the cars so he could get out of work a little sooner. Man, he almost creamed his pants then and there. He watched you as you looked under the hood, tweaking and filling and checking, not asking him for any help, and Kit was immediately reminded of why he loved you so much. Eventually he’d have to shake himself out of it, bumping your hip with his own. “Hey, suga, as great as you look bent over this car, you’re showin’ me up.”

Kyle:

Kyle absolutely loves watching you be independent and strong. You were in some of his engineering classes and you always seemed to know what you were doing. He had stopped you after the lecture and asked you for some help on one of his projects, and he was honestly wowed at your understanding of the work, having only been explained it 10 minutes earlier. He loves when you very blatantly turn down other guys or tell them that they’re wrong. He also boasts you up and helps you look better, a lot of the time this happens when you present research in class. Usually you read him your speeches as you write them, and he will ask questions after you present so you can reiterate your main points. “Any questions?” “Yeah can you tell us more about what you consider the biggest pros of solar power?” Post-death Kyle kinda depends on you so you had to be very independent. He likes to watch you carry the groceries by yourself or take care of the garden outside your small house. This includes when you have to fix up things around the house, you always muttering how you don’t need some old man coming into your house and telling you to turn a couple screws and charging you for it. Although Kyle never knows what you're doing or how to help, he is very good at holding flashlights and handing you screws. “Kyle, could you hand me the drill? No the drill… the drill… You know what, just hold this flashlight for me, hun.”

Jimmy:

Jimmy gets confused sometimes. Sometimes when you offer to carry props or set pieces, he will refuse your help and ask Eve or someone else, thinking that his significant other should never have to lift a finger as long as he has something to do with it. It isn’t until he loses his hands that he has to let you do everything. He watches as you lift set pieces, or pull down a rope and just kind of watches in awe because you are so much stronger than you look. He secretly loves watching you show off your strength, especially when you kicked a heckler right in the balls and the man passed out from the pain. When another heckler started insulting you during a show, you fully began to roast him in front of the crowd, this never failed to amaze Jimmy. He always loved to watch you deal with people like that because you were so quick to tell them off in a way that made them drop the fight all together. “Darlin’ you know if I could help it you’d never have to lift a single finger?” “Jimmy, you can’t even feed yourself, I have to lift a few fingers.”

James:

James gets conflicted by your independence. He loves when you ask him for help or when you search him out for encouragement, but when he saw you murder a man trying to abuse his girlfriend, and you dragged him to one of James’ body chutes, James couldn’t have been more proud. He loved to watch you murder alone, but he absolutely hated when you would leave the hotel to go out or go to work. He knew you didn’t need protection from him but that didn’t stop him from wanting you to jump into his arms and ask him to help you. He didn’t love it when you would go to the bar alone, all dressed up, drinking and eventually getting others to join in on seudo karaoke, but he loved to see you enjoying yourself and sometimes you’d make him join in. Most of the times you did ask him for any kind of help, you never let him do it all. Sometimes there would be a body you couldn’t lift, so James would offer his help a few times before you finally said yes, only letting him help you lift it, then shooing him away and taking care of the body by yourself. “Dearest, do you need help?” “No.” “Darling, you’re going to hurt yourself, let me help.” “No, James.”... “James, Can you just lift his feet up for me?” “Of course my love.”

Kai:

HA you thought. Kai doesn’t want you to be independent AT ALL. If you were independent before meeting him, that definitely changes when you’re with him. He doesn’t like you going out alone, if somehow you get him to budge on that, you’re not driving yourself, if you somehow do, you have a curfew to be back home by before he comes out and picks you up. Usually that leads to some sort of argument or fight. You always have to have your location on on your phone if you do go out. He also may or may not have a tracker on your car just in case. If you’re the kind of person that’s chill with not being independent, Kai will usually keep you within eyesight if you’re in the house. If you need to pee or want to make food, usually Kai will either join you or silently pick up whatever he’s doing and move with you into whatever room you’re going into. It’s less of a clingy thing as it is paranoia for him- he wants to make sure you’re loyal to him all the time. “Where’re you going?” “The bathroom to take a shower.”... “I’ll join you.” You could never really fight him on it.

Malcolm:

Malcolm kind of expects you to be independent, but he does enjoy it when you two hang out. He can’t spend all the time with you and you both have jobs that take up your time so being clingy or obsessive is a no-no for him. He likes to send you texts and pictures during the day though and he also enjoys facetiming when you can’t see each other. Overall being with Malcolm is one of the most healthy and non-toxic relationships you could be in. Even when you two move in together, you were both very independent and respectful of each others space. The only exception was on days Malcolm felt sad or lonely, he’d come over to the couch where you sat on your laptop, laying his head on your lap in the way of the screen, pouting up at you. “Can we watch some cheesy reality show and get drunk?” He’d ask and you’d laugh. “Want me to play with your hair too?” “Fucking of course.”

Jeff:

Jeff could be either one of the extremes. He’d either be extremely obsessed with you, wanting to provide you with everything you asked for before you even asked for it, or he’d tell you you’re in an open relationship and treat you like a choice. There’s really not too much in between. If he’s clingy, Jeff would put your relationship in every aspect of his life, even offering you more than your job paid you so you could just sit at his desk every day and do coke with him. He would never let you drive to work alone and would spend pretty much all day talking with you or even just staring at you as you did your own work on your laptop. “So how are you doing?” “I’m the same as I was two minutes ago.” If Jeff was ok with your independence, he’d pretty much expect it from you. If you were going to independent, so was he, pretty much meaning the two of you were not much more than fuck buddies. Sometimes though he’d get jealous of how much you got drinks bought for you at a bar, or how many other people you’d post on social media with, wishing he had the guts to ask for more from you, but never actually doing it. “Y/n can I ask you something?” “yeah.” “Do you… Would you… You want some coffee?” “Nah i’m good.”

[johnemulaney]

John Mulaney: From Scratch in Las Vegas, September 4

Once again, spoilers for the show and what will presumably be in the special. This is about his relapse so tread with caution is that will be an issue for you. However, the tone of his struggle is the same one he used in his past specials so if you didn’t have any issues then, I think you’d be ok with this. Of course, use your own best judgement, friends.

The opener was Seaton Smith. 

He opened with trying to find the rich people in the crowd but acknowledged that they’d go mwrmwmwrw money isn’t everything so then he started talking about golf and went aha I got ya’ll. 

There was a joke about weed being the only Christian drug

He had a bit about when white people are nice, be nervous

He had a bit about there being a black man on the Bachelor and was like America (ABC and Disney+) were not ready for a black man to be fucking a house full of 50 white women. That shit premiered on Tuesday and the Capitol burned on Wednesday.

He also did some crowd work and roasted a couple in the front row for having different answers about kids and she was like I didn’t hear the question and was roasted about how not hearing questions you don’t want to answer is certainly a tactic, often used by drug dealers

He also had a bit about how different child rearing is in Texas versus New York and about how hitting your kids is treated differently, like his dad would have just threatened it whimsically. 

Now on to the Main Event!

The first thing he said was “hiiiiiiiiii” exactly in the tone you think he said it in. he followed that up with a little shrug looking adorable and a little bashful

“It’s him! Mr. Problems. Oh Las Vegas, Oh my god” he then talks about how Vegas is a land of vice and a Choice for him to preform in as a recovering addict. He had a sober buddy and 3 bodyguards with him at all times. 

“And here’s what happened” December 18, 2020, he gets invited to a friends apartment for dinner AND HE’S TWO HOURS LATE because he stopped, coked out of his mind, at SNL for a haircut because he still had his building access badge and he went to the hair department and they were like, he’ll leave faster if we just do this, and then he stopped at his drug dealers. 

He called venmo and cashapp, apps for drug deals and was like what do normal people even use them for. He maxed both out paying for drugs. 

He was the best looking person at his intervention. “Coke skinny, new cut” and the 12 people intervening looked like shit. He looked “tears for fears while they all looked jerry garcia” (I hope you know who those musicians are besties). 

He immediately yelled “Can I go to the bathroom” to you know, dump his drugs because when you walk into that, you know what it is. 

He was not allowed to go (he would be asked if he still needed to pee later and would say “what?”

There were 6 people in NYC and 6 people over zoom in LA because he guesses 6 people couldn’t be bothered to fly in for HIS INTERVENTION

Interventions can go two ways, it can be kind of accusatory and this is how you let us all down, or it can be supportive. Everyone but Nick Kroll got the memo to be supportive.

Nick Kroll went first.

Nick Kroll listed all the ways John was a bad best friend and brother over zoom and John was getting texts during the intervention saying Nick wasn’t supposed to do that and they were all sorry. 

Bill Hader went next. he originally wasn’t going to be able to make it so he had recorded a thing but since he was there, he did it live. (He would eventually send the video to John in rehab, which is not what you want on the way to rehab “awesome, more intervention”)

He tried to derail the intervention, “there’s not enough latinx representation” he said he’d go to any rehab except the one they had picked out for him. This was a star-studded affair and he was mad no one was being funny. 

 Natasha Lyons went next, telling him his life and career is in shambles

So he gets carted off to rehab after this intervention. Don’t let 12 comedians pack your bags for 2 months at rehab. it was bombas socks and iphone chargers. 

A little secret about rehab, you’re not allowed to bring drugs in. You remember how he was late? In his pocket on the way to rehab included: a huge amount of pills, 3g of coke (which was 2g by the time he got there, courtesy of a koala station in a gas station bathroom), and $2000 in cash. He had other plans for the weekend. He was admitted for xanax, coke, perocet, and adderall addiction. Say what you will, but he does not do anything half way.

It’s 4am when he’s sent to detox, he’s been awake for 3 days. 

He also gives a small lesson on how to get drugs. Find the lowest rated doctors on yelp and webmd reviews and go ask for them, they need all the business they can get. You become like Captain Phillips, I am the doctor now. 

Dr. Michael was his shady doctor. He was a first avenue apartment where he would write prescriptions from his kitchenette where his girl Minerva was always asleep. “I didn’t kill my wife Minerva.” But John would ask for his drugs, Dr. Michael would write the script and then ask what he needed it for. Dr. Michael would also make John take his shirt off, always offering a flu shot and going no, shirt all the way off (in case you were wondering how bad this addiction actually was)

The first moral is now you know. The second moral is get vaccinated.

He’s sent to the regular ward the next afternoon and they finally get him to sleep. 

He’s sketched out that doctors have last names at this establishment

He asks for drugs such as klonopin and is taken aback a bit when he doesn’t get them. The doctor is like PA state law says no, and so John suggests they go to a CVS in Jersey to get some. 

His bestie Pete Davidson starts calling that night. Except Pete changes his number every month and a half so John has him send a selfie and saves the new number under some other random name, at this point in time, Pete is saved as Al Pacino. (We get an Al Pacino impression) John is asleep and his nurse sees Al Pacino trying to call him 5 times and so she wakes him up. 

Pete Davidson and John Mulaney did not do drugs together. (The author is lowkey surprised and sad about that, like if Pete was my bestie, we’d make so many poor choices) But Pete was always very supportive of his sobriety. 

John needs recognition so badly, in group when they introduced themselves he said “I’m John M.” and no one cared. So he left a tabloid out with the news of his admittance and his face on it in the rec room on the table. The not being someone was “driving him bananas.” When they talked about what they do for a living and he said I’m a a stand up comedian, someone asked if he made a living that way. He said “yeah ask your daughter” (or your son)

One of the things you do at rehab is break up with your drug dealer.

One of his drug dealers only bought drugs to keep John from buying worse off the streets and only got into the game because John kept asking him for drugs and was his only buyer. That guy was originally a painter and John has no idea how they met. John is the only person to turn an innocent man into a drug dealer. 

Here he did the Baby J is back baby joke. the Park Theater is one of the biggest stages in the world so he did that joke in one pace across the stage and said the stage is that joke long. 

“I am no longer on drugs. It’s very good but also ah---” He’s in a 12 step anonymous group. 

“I need attention, clearly.” After a show you think he would be sated, but no. 

He wants that attention that the kid who’s grandparent died and showed up to school dressed for the funeral and got to sit in the beanbag chair for reading despite it not being his turn, gets. He went on about being willing to let one of the lesser important grandparents die so he could get attention, for quite a while. 

He feels left behind in science, like his C’s and D’s in those classes. All those classes were was putting things on a windowsill for the janitor to throw away. He had a bit about how the fuck people put dinosaurs back together, it’s like getting wayfair furniture without the instructions. 

He also things the moon belongs to America. Like we got there first and when other countries say stuff about the moon he’s like mmmmmmm.

He also had a joke about paying to get into college and like, for white people that’s always how it’s been. 

The show ended with him going over the highlights of that GQ interview that he was so coked out for that he forgot he did it entirely. He has no memory of it at all. He was just called up that day and asked for an interview and you know how coke is the best drug to receive attention on? He just did whatever he wanted with that attention. 

And that was the show.

[xpeachesncream]

bands | sixteen

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 5.0k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, angst, anxiety, alcohol consumption, slight intoxication, physical abuse, slight verbal abuse, belittling, mentions of cuts/wounds but nothing too graphic, mentions of coke

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 @taeismydeath​ @jikookiekosmos​ @un2-verse​ @aynsx​ @wearenot7withu​ @knjeuphoria​ @bringitseijoh​ (closed!)

Jungkook laid on the dorm couch, legs sprawled out as he wore his hood and covered his face as much as possible. He shut his eyes, trying to make sense of the cryptic texts you had sent him.

"We shouldn't do this anymore."

"I can't do this, Jungkook."

"You don't deserve this."

"I'm only trouble."

"We aren't going to work."

He repeatedly called you, asking for an explanation, a way to help make things better because none of this should have been the reason for you to want to call it 'quits' like that. He asked for you to talk to him. He'd call and after two rings, it'd bring him straight to voicemail. It never failed. Indeed, there was much more to the text but he only fixated on a few lines, and those few lines seem to be circling his head time and time again with no sign of leaving him alone.

"I think I'm falling in too deep and I need to stop this while I can. You hear them, you hear the shit they say. I would never let them ruin you, I don't want them to. You deserve better. Maybe it's true that I don't fit into this."

It frustrates him, every single time. Where the hell did he go wrong? Why was there a sudden change? Something was off, and god forbid if his assumptions were right. But, everything was leading right back to it. The way you called in sick, the way you shut everyone out. The way you texted him these things, wouldn't pick up his calls just to tell him you're busy or whatever the hell it was. It didn't sound like you. It didn't seem like you at all.

All things led right back to the club. To Bigs. Where you felt high and mighty. Wanted. Like no one could ever hurt you the way they did outside of the club because they worshipped you in there. They knelt down to you. The way you were so fucking tough there. He knew this is where you would fall back if things got rough. He couldn't help but think that you had been forced into it though, because he knew you didn't give a shit about that anymore. Ah well, forced or not, it just felt so off. Unusual.

"Hey." Namjoon sits on the floor near Jungkook's head. "You good?" He asks even though he's fully aware he's not. Joon hates those people who ask if something's wrong when clearly, something is wrong — however, he wasn't really sure how else to open up this conversation without coming off too pushy or forward. Too insensitive, even.

"Nope."

"What's going on?" Jungkook sighs as he tries to lower his hood even more, although there's no more of his hood to lower. He keeps his hand on his face, trying his hardest to keep himself together.

"I don't know." Now, going back to earlier — everyone can tell Jungkook isn't happy. They've tried to butter him up and make him feel better even though they knew you were the only person who could truly make him happy again. They've tried to talk to him in one way or another, but they never forced him if he didn't want to. The only person that really hasn't said much was Jimin, and that also pisses him off because if he had anything to do with this, he will surely fuck him up for ruining his happiness.

"You hear from Y/N? She still sick? Does she need anything?"

"She's not sick."

"Hm?" Joon slightly turns back, confused.

"Something else is wrong."

"Like what?"

"She's not picking up my calls. Not answering my texts the way she normally does. When she does, it's super blunt or one worded."

"Maybe she's really not feeling well, or just caught up with things—"

"No, hyung. I know her, she always has her priorities straight. Even if she was sick, she wouldn't do this. She wouldn't go as far as to shutting her own brother out."

"Idol life too overwhelming? I get it." Jimin jokes as he walks into the kitchen, making Jungkook shoot his head up to glare at him.

"The fuck, can you not? I don't see why you feel the need to joke around right now."

"Jeez, sorry. I just thought I'd lighten up the mood somehow."

"Come on, dude." Namjoon looks at him with disappointment, Jimin only returning the gesture by rolling his eyes and walking away. "How can I help you?" Joon asks, returning his attention back to Jungkook.

"Maybe I was being selfish bringing her into all of this. These people— they're fucking mean, and she's already had her fair share of dealing with mean people. How am I supposed to protect her all while not feeling selfish about it?"

"You're not selfish, who told you that?"

"Jimin." That's like strike.. whatever to Namjoon at this point. Why the hell was Jimin being so fucking weird?

"Look, I know it's not easy in this industry. But I think what you can do is prove to her that you won't hurt her, especially with everyone around her doing nothing but hurting her. You need to show her that you're different from the rest of them, that she can fully trust you. If I were in her shoes, to be honest, it would be scary for me. You got a whole lot of shit going on in your life. You're expected to provide a lot, and on top of that, you haven't had the best reputation with women."

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Then, nothing else matters. You keep fighting for her if she really matters to you. Does she?"

"Of course she does, I mean, can't you tell? I've never been this way over someone." Joon nods.

"You sure as fuck haven't. It still catches me and the guys by surprise. But, I'm happy to see someone helping you become a better person. She's been nothing but genuinely sweet, and I know she already does a hell of a job taking care of you."

"She's— I don't know. She's become so important to me."

"I know she has, and I'm happy to hear that. I really am." Joon sighs. "So tell me, what can I do? I hate seeing you like this."

"Well, I'm sure as hell not allowed at the club. Bigs will do anything to get back at me for what I did to him. He won't hesitate."

"I won't let him. We won't. You really think she went back?" Jungkook nods.

"Positive. Something doesn't feel right. It feels weird. And I feel like she was egged into this. I don't like it one bit."

"Want me to go check out the club tonight?"

"Yeah, please?" Jungkook says. "But don't be too obvious. Bring Jin hyung or someone who could use a lap dance or two."

"Sooo Jin hyung?" They chuckle.

"Yeah, exactly."

"And if she's there?"

"Then I'm going straight to her tomorrow night. I just need to make sure I do this right because I don't want her or Kai to get hurt. I'll stay out there if I have to just to make sure she doesn't go back. What else do I have to do—" Jungkook pauses to stop himself because this clearly wasn't you. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Who the fuck made her do this?"

"Bigs, who else?"

"No, she wouldn't listen to just Bigs. He's definitely working with someone and using shit against her."

"Okay, let's just not assume the worst. I'll head there tonight and drag Jin hyung with me."

"Thanks hyung, I really appreciate it."

"No problem." Joon gently massages his shoulder before getting up from his spot to make his way back to his room.

All Jungkook can think about doing is sleeping more right now. He'll send the occasional text to check on Kai and see how he was doing, but they both worried too much about you and Jungkook would hate to tell him that you ended up going back to the club. He didn't think he would tell him, he didn't think he'd have to because he was gonna make sure to get you out of there before shit hit the roof again. If it hasn't already, and he's hoping it hasn't.

And so when Namjoon and Jin hyung [obviously in need of that lap dance or two] head out to the club, Jungkook stays in his dorm room, suddenly feeling the adrenaline rushing through his body even though he can't do shit besides sit here and wait. He goes through the random pictures he's taken of you - the cute, candid photos he had of you, the cute candid photo of you as his lock screen. He deletes all the texts in his inbox even though he knows it might have been a little late. It honestly hasn't mattered to him in such a long time, but he just never got around to wiping his inbox clean since he was so caught up with you - his baby.

"Is this going to turn into some kind of action movie? We bust through the doors, take down all the guards and steal Y/N?"

"No, hyung. Jesus. Do you forget you're an idol? That's probably the very last thing we should do."

"So, what do we do?"

"We just walk in there like we normally do?"

"Boring."

"Plus, we can't have Bigs onto us like that. We have to act like we don't know anything."

"Do you really think he's using something against her?"

"I don't know. I have to be honest though, I think Jimin's involved."

"W-what?" Jin says, furrowing his brows. "No, he can't be."

"Trust me. He always acts so weird around her, and he's probably the one person who hasn't taken this as seriously. He hasn't said anything to Jungkook."

"But why though?"

"I don't know, beats me. I just don't think he respects her. Or, likes her. Whatever it is."

"She hasn't done anything to him though."

"That makes it worse, doesn't it?"

"How could you be so sure?"

"Look hyung, I'm not. I just think he's involved. My gut says so. We'll find out whether I'm right or not, right?"

"I hope you aren't. That'll really mess Kookie up."

"Well. I love him, but he'll have to learn the hard way for butting into someone else's business like that. No matter what the reason is." Namjoon parks the car and fixes his rolled up sleeves before adjusting the Rolex on his wrist. He looks at Jin once more, nodding in approval once they both feel like they've fixed themselves enough to look presentable, not questionable.

Meanwhile, you had just finished up your time on stage so you headed to the back to take a break. Bigs hadn't given you the option to secure private bookings knowing damn well there would be opportunity for Jungkook and some of his boys to slip through and try to work their magic in private. As much as possible, you were just trying to protect Jungkook, even though you knew he wouldn't back down without a fight. You knew Bigs wasn't all that tough, but right now, he seemed to hold a lot of power with Jimin being on his team. And you knew damn well it was Jimin all along. Did you have concrete evidence? No. But your gut feeling might as well be enough with the way he talks to you. Why else would Bigs all of a sudden feel all mighty? Bigs had threatened Jungkook and your brother enough to keep your mouth shut. Enough to keep your attitude level at a 0.

The scene played in your head over and over again—

"I gave you a better life, you ungrateful piece of shit. You do as I say and your little Jungkook and your little Kai won't get hurt. You think I'm scared of them, sweetie? You think I'm scared of you? Your stepfather don't give a damn about you two. I can easily send my men down to do their magic, especially after how Jungkook treated me. Is that how he repays me after all the special treatment I've given him?" Mr. Bigs hunched over you. "You two wanna play me like a fool, I'll show you two what it's like to be played like a fool." He pulled on your hair before aggressively releasing and spitting to the side.

There was no way they would get dragged into this. Not anymore. They didn't deserve to be included in this no matter what it was.

Boy, did you miss Jungkook. Everything about him. It took everything in you not to come running back. It took everything in you not to answer those calls or texts like you normally would.

You chose him, every single time. You wish he knew that. Him and Kai.

You sighed, sipping on the flask you snuck in. The alcohol relieving you of any pain, helping you feel numb as the night goes on. You didn't want to feel tonight, you just didn't. Why would you, when everything had just been hurting you lately?

You had just finished dancing out on the main stage, throwing your ass back to some Megan and Cardi. A few other dancers were gathered at a vanity, sneakily sniffing lines of coke while Bigs and his men were busy paroling the main stage.

"You want some of this, sis? In celebration of you coming back?" One of the other dancers smirks at you. You simply shake your head no and return to the flask in your hand.

"I'm good, thank you."

"Alright, well it's here if you want it. Just let me know, babe." Her and the other dancers go back to their business on the vanity. However, another dancer continues to eye you, sympathy filling her expression as she approaches you while you sip on your flask once more. You were starting to feel pretty tipsy again, hoping you could just hide out in the back 'till the very end of your shift.

"Y/N." She says, her hand gently on your arm. "You okay?"

"I'm good." You purse your lips together to prevent yourself from tearing up. Those words were triggering for you because you were not okay, whatsoever.

"Why did you come back, babe?" She genuinely asks, worried about you. "Did Bigs do something?"

"No." You lied. "Things just didn't work out elsewhere I guess, and I need money."

"Didn't work out? I saw the way Jungkook handled Bigs that night." If anything, she was probably the one dancer who paid attention to the environment around her. Everyone else was oblivious to the shit that's been happening and that's because they didn't give a fuck about anyone else. Her stage name was Trixie, but her real name was Miki. She too didn't really enjoy being here but her parents talked so much about how she was useless and couldn't make it out in the world, especially as a vlogger. She loved it. She loved being in front of the camera and talking to the world thru the lens. But her parents thought it was dumb— that she was dumb for even wanting to grow a career online like that. Besides all of it, she remained sweet, and she was always super nice to you. You wouldn't be surprised if she knew about you and Jungkook, and you honestly wouldn't have a problem with it. She never treated you wrong. She knew Bigs had a tendency to overstep and abuse the power he had with his status and his money. However, she knew he was a big coward and that he was all talk, no play — especially if it was outside of the club. He may be a big honcho here, but outside, he had no chance. And she couldn't wait until the day he'd get his for all the mess he's caused.

"Yeah well, things happen." She shakes her head.

"Y/N, you can talk to me. Look, as much as I love seeing your face, you have so much potential. You don't deserve to be stuck here. Let me help you figure this out."

"I'm okay, Miki. Thank you, though." She nods, not wanting to press you any further.

"Well, I'm here for you." She gives your arm one good squeeze before walking off.

Eventually, the rest of the dancers retreat back out onto the floor, leaving you to hide away in the back room as long as possible — which is why Namjoon can't get a glimpse of you anywhere out in the main area. Bigs is actually a little taken aback to see both him and Jin walking through the club, even after everything that has gone down. But hey, business is business— and if they weren't gonna cause any trouble, so be it. He knows though, he knows full well there's a possibility they're here for you.

"Boys! Long time no see!" He greets them, Joon and Jin giving him a toothless smile in return. "How've you been? What brings you in?"

"Mr. Bigs." Namjoon says, smoothing down his shirt. "Ah, we're good, just getting busy prepping for the tour. Wanted to take a little breather tonight."

"Well, I'm glad you guys came here to do so. Can I get you two anything to drink?" The both of them shake their heads. "Anything to help relieve that stress?"

"We're good, thanks. Just gonna sit out on the floor for a bit."

"You two let me know if there's anything I can do for you, at all." Bigs smiles at them as he begins to watch them walk away. "Make sure she's covered." Bigs slightly turns his head to speak through the headset mic, alerting his men to keep an eye out. He thinks he's said it low enough so that Jin and Namjoon don't hear, but Jin catches the movement in his peripherals, causing him to pinch Joon's bicep.

"Back room." Jin says, subtly nodding towards the backroom as he keeps his gaze out on the main stage and adjusts his tie. Namjoon looks around to see Bigs has welcomed himself to the other side of the club, speaking to a few customers, looking distracted.

"I'm gonna go see if I can talk to her."

"Talk?! You said we were just scoping her out. Don't cause any trouble, Namjoon-ah. Please."

"Oh, now you suddenly don't want this action movie to come alive?! You sure were talking a whole lot about it in the car."

"Since when do you even take me seriously?!"

"I always take you seriously, hyung!"

"How about you just sneak towards the back door and get her attention? You said we can't go all out like that!"

"There's guards there too."

"Look, I just don't want you or Y/N to get hurt. Maybe we should just lay low and figure out how we can approach this better."

"Hey, can I get you two anything?" Miki interrupts, fully aware of who they are and what they're here for.

"No, sweetie. Thank you." Jin responds, flashing his 100-watt smile.

"You looking for Y/N?"

"Depends who's asking?" Namjoon says, trying to keep his guard up.

"Look, I'm not gonna rat you out if that's what you think." She puts her hand on her hip, tray still balancing on her free hand. "She's in the backroom. But there's no way you can get to her. Bigs is watching her for whatever reason."

"Yeah, we're aware. Can you send her a message for me?"

"Sure. You have 10 seconds though or else Bigs is gonna be onto you." She points towards Bigs slowly making his way back.

"Just tell her that Jungkook is worried about her and wants to help. Or, we want to help. We just wanna know what's going on."

"I'll try, but she didn't let up when I asked earlier."

"Thanks." Joon sighs.

"Shoo, I'll find you guys around." She says, sneakily walking off towards the bar with her empty tray as Bigs starts to eye the main floor. Jin and Namjoon welcome themselves to a seat on the side of the stage, acting normal as possible by throwing bills onto the stage for the dancers. Miki tends to her customers before she's setting her tray down and pretending to take a cigarette from her bra to take a quick "break." She heads to the back to see you still sitting at your vanity, head resting against the palm of your hand.

"Babe." You turn to look at her, eyes slightly glossed over.

"Hm?"

"RM and Jin are here. They said they want to help you, and if you can tell them anything, that's all they'd want."

"Miki—"

"Girl, look. Don't let this man keep running your life like this. I don't care what he said or did, this isn't you. You need to get out of here and you need to let people in. People who genuinely care about you." You sigh.

"How is that possible when Jungkook's own bestfriend doesn't even like me? And ontop of that, Bigs even dragged my little brother and my evil ass stepfather into this. I can't let anything happen to him, he's the only thing I have."

"I get that, and I'm sure Jungkook will do whatever it takes to protect you both. Why are RM and Jin here then? Whatever Jungkook's other friend's issue is, he needs to figure it out. It's obviously his own problem, something he created himself for no reason."

"I know he's helping Bigs keep me away from Jungkook. All the hurtful shit in the media, all the shit he's been tossing in my face. Whatever, I get it. He wins. I don't belong."

"Don't say that."

"It's true, and I know even if I chose Jungkook, he'd choose his bestfriend over me. Why would he go against that? They've been together for so long. I'm a fucking nobody." Miki knows this is all the alcohol running through your veins, but at least now, she knows Bigs isn't doing this on his own [as she assumed, he's a fucking pussy for the most part - he's a pussy who got handsy with the dancers cause that's all he can do to feed his ego].

"I don't think that's true, and I don't think it's a fair assumption when he's stayed by your side, hasn't he? He hasn't given up on you." She says before walking out. Really, things were just completely scrambled in your head. Just fucked up. Your questions, your uncertainty was strong enough to pull you towards the negative - the what if's, the assumptions, the rumors, the shit-talking. After all that, the positives were dim.

Miki grabs her tray and serves the first couple of customers in dire need of their drinks before she heads over to Jin and Namjoon to spill the information she received from that conversation.

"She won't budge. It sounds like a lot of this shit talking got to her head, so she came back to make herself feel better but then Bigs ended up turning this around on her, threatening Jungkook and her brother. If I were you, I'd get Jungkook to her before she can even come back here. Make sure her brother is with him too. Bigs is all talk but being the guys that you are — I wouldn't take any chances to ruin your reputation and all that." She smacks on her gum. "And I hate to tell you this, but one of your little friends has been working with Bigs. I don't know who, but you better let that little shit know he was wrong for getting in her head like that. She deserves way better." She says with a punch of attitude before walking away.

"Jimin?" Jin mouths out to Namjoon, who only shrugs in response.

"Let's go." Namjoon tosses a couple of more bills before they head out.

"Have a good evening, boys." Bigs yells out, causing the two of them to return a tight-lipped smile.

"Are we going to tell Kookie about Jimin?"

"No? Because we don't even know ourselves. His name was never dropped, and we'll look dumb if we acted on assumptions."

"This is so fucked up." Jin sighs, looking out the window.

"You're telling me."

When they finally arrive back at the dorm, Namjoon and Jin find Jungkook pacing around in his room, tossing a rubber ball against the wall to keep himself occupied. His doe eyes dart over to them, letting the ball drop to the floor while he nervously walks closer to them.

"So?"

"I'm sorry, dude." Joon sighed. "From what it sounds like, all this mess just got to her head so she went back to the club to make herself feel better. But Bigs ended up bringing you and her brother into the situation so, I'm assuming she's distancing herself to protect you in some way?" Namjoon runs his hand through his hair. "Honestly, I really don't know, that's as much as we got."

"We didn't even talk to her or see her, some other dancer helped us out. I guess she's a friend of hers? Or maybe she just likes Y/N. She wanted to help." Jin says.

"Fuck!" Jungkook groans, slamming his hand down onto his bed. "Why couldn't she just talk to me? We could have figured this out."

"Look, I'm sure there's a lot more to it and I'm sure it's difficult for her. Promise me you'll hear her out when you see her."

"I mean, yeah I know, I will. But, how did this get to her head so easily? I really can't wrap my head around it, I—" He catches how tense Joon and Jin suddenly get. He watches them nervously looking at each other, making him cock his head to the side and furrow his brows. "Wait, what is it? You know something else, don't you?"

"I mean there's really no concrete facts behind it so we can't necessarily say it's true."

"Well?" Jungkook asks, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are turning white. But, before they could go any further, Jungkook's ringtone echos in the room. He quickly turns in case it's you calling, but he picks up anyway because it's someone equally as important.

"Kai?"

"C-can you come pick me up? My sister isn't picking up. I'll send you Eric's address." Jungkook worries when he hears the shakiness in his voice, his tone low to a whisper.

"Yeah, sit tight. I'll be right there." He hangs up, darting out of his room, Namjoon and Jin following after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to get to Kai."

"Let us come with!"

"Look, it'll be quicker if I go myself—"

"Jungkook-ah, stop. We're not gonna let you go alone." Joon and Jin make it just in time to join him in the elevator, heading straight for his car even if it's nearing 1am. Jungkook pulls up Kai's location, pressing on the gas to rush over there just in case Kai was hurt. And yes, Jungkook was going to give it to your fucking stepfather if he sees anything on Kai. He will fucking destroy him, he promises.

Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin walk into the house quietly, seeing Kai putting his finger up to his lips when he meets them near the kitchen.

"What happened?" Jungkook whispers, handing his bags over to Namjoon and Jin. Jungkook looks at the small hint of blood pooling near his nostrils and the cut near his eyebrow.

"I'll explain in the car, can you just take me to—"

"Really? Calling your sister's boyfriend and his friends over to save you? You really are a helpless little shit." Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook are all shielding each other and Kai from Eric, Jungkook's blood boiling seeing him standing there, clearly very drunk and not in the right state of mind.

"Aye, don't fucking talking to him like that." Jungkook's spits out, making Eric laugh.

"First you fall for my slut of a daughter, now you help rescue him? I thought you were so much better than that, Jungkook. You aren't the person people portrayed you to be. Shittiest idol I know. All of you."

"You don't know me." Eric snorts.

"You guys do know I help sponsor your shit right? I play a big role for you, don't come into my house acting like—" He slurs his words.

"Yeah, well fuck the contract." Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Better yet, don't fucking worry about it, I'll make sure to take care of it for you."

"You need me." Eric says, almost at a growl.  "You need me and Bigs—"

"Since when?" Namjoon responds in a mocking manner as he begins to usher Jin, Jungkook and Kai towards the front door. "If you wanna send your people over, you can let them know I'm free tomorrow in the late afternoon. I'll be more than happy to tell 'em what kind of sick person you are."

"You can't just take him—" Eric tries to flip the script, obviously unaware that Kai has already turned 18. He grips onto Kai's arm and tries to pull him back, except he's intoxicated, so Jungkook easily pushes him off. He watches as Eric hits a bar stool, stumbling over himself before he drunkily falls on his ass.

"You're such a sad excuse of a stepfather, you aren't even aware he's 18 already. He doesn't need you." Jungkook scoffs. "I'm gonna send people for the rest of Kai's shit tomorrow. And let's get this straight - we never needed you or Bigs. You both aren't shit without us and yout fucking empire thrives because of us. And if you do anything to Y/N, if you even think about working with Bigs on doing anything to her, I fucking promise you I will bury you alive. I won't stop until you have nothing left. Don't underestimate me."

everybody's angry and they're coming for me, but i can't give them energy that i won't receive; so i brush 'em off, i got a lot on my sleeve, like i'm moving backwards, but it's all on repeat; this place is getting crowded, i got no room to breathe

track twelve: hundred - khalid

[wonwoonlight]

📣:  boyfriend!Jihoon // fluff // cuddlesssssssss and sleepy jihoon // 1018 words 

A/N: combined these two together bc I can work around it heheh this is just,,, soft. thank you for the request, anons! i hope this helps brightening your days/nights even a little♥ have a good weekend, guys! you’ve worked hard this week❤

When Jihoon is buried in his work, there’s almost close to no way to make him stop. The choices they have is to either: 1) Make Seungcheol take one for the team and try to scold the guy 2) Physically drag him out 3) Call you when it’s gone for too long and too unhealthy for his own good.

Right now, they’re already close to calling you because it’s been nearly two weeks since Jihoon actually does something outside his studio. They’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be eating proper meals if not for the amount of times they invite themselves in and force him to eat with them.

Seungcheol sighs, shaking his head at his members as his fingers are already busy dialling your number from his phone. “I gave up. Let me call her.”

They just nod in agreement, if there’s anyone who Jihoon might listen, it’s you. It’s not always guaranteed, but you have a better chance of convincing the guy to take a break than anyone else. It’s not always this bad, usually he’ll get out of the trance after 4 or 5 days and then work and rest properly. But this one has been going on for too long and they’re worried he’ll burnout at this point.

Half an hour later, you arrive with a bag of what they assume to be food. Seungcheol greets you with a guilty smile, pulling you into a hug as it’s been quite some time since he’s seen you.

“Sorry to bother you like this, but I really don’t know what to do anymore. He’s been snapping at anyone who tells him to rest for a few days now, I don’t know what we can do to make him rest,” the leader tells you. It’s clear how worried they all are.

“It’s fine,” you smile at them, though you’re worried yourself too. Jihoon hasn’t been answering your calls nor checking your texts, you’ve assumed he’s just busy with work, but he’s never gone missing this long before. “I was actually worried too. So, thanks for calling me in.”

In fact, you were just about to check with Soonyoung when Seungcheol called and, obviously, you quickly wrapped up the food you made earlier this morning and made your way to their studio. Thank God you felt like cooking today.

After catching up a little with the guys to make sure they’re eating well, Seungcheol brings you to Jihoon’s studio. He whispers a quiet good luck as he waves his hand, leaving you in front of the door. You contemplate on knocking, but figure Jihoon would be too busy to notice by the way his members are speaking.

Slowly, you open the door to his studio only to be greeted by his back. He doesn’t even have headphones on and he still doesn’t notice someone’s come in. You sigh a little, quietly placing the bag on the coffee table before making your way to him.

You’re right behind him now. There’s something in you that wants to see when he’d notice, but the way he doesn’t even budge since earlier tells you it’d be quite a while until he does.

“Hoon?” you call him softly.

Jihoon jumps a little despite your small voice, his wide eyes meeting yours as his hand is on his chest in surprise. “Gosh, that surprised me. When did you come?”

You give him a small smile. His tone is confused, which is good because it means he’s not considering to send you away right that very moment. “Just now. Have you eaten?”

He looks at you guiltily, his eyes glancing at the diet coke on his desk. “Just some snack wrap this morning. I was going to have something delivered, actually.”

He probably thinks the lie would ease you a little, that it would tell you he’s not abandoning his meals. But he doesn’t know you’re here because of his members, probably doesn’t even realize the last time he has texted you is three days ago.

“Yeah?” You raise your eyebrow at him; he probably knows you don’t buy it. “Is that why Seungcheol called me here?”

The way his face turns even more guilty amuses you a little despite the worry. So, you walk a little closer to him, his arms automatically wrap themselves around your waist as he drops his head to your middle. Jihoon’s convinced it’s the way your fingers are waving through his hair that suddenly relaxes his tensions and makes him yawn.

“Tired?” It’s probably your voice too, so soft to his ears as if it’s a lullaby made only for him. He pulls you to his lap, burying his face in your neck as he does so. You’re just so warm and comfortable to be with.

It��s uncomfortable and the chair barely fits the both of you, but Jihoon seems perfectly content with the position so you let it be for now. “What kind of spell did you put on me, hm?”

You let out a laugh at his question, your fingers still stroking his hair as you can hear his breath slightly evening as seconds go by. You consider letting him sleep a little while he’s at it, but his body would hurt from the position and he needs to eat first.

Dropping a chaste kiss on the apple of his cheek, you stand up to pull him with you. He whines a little, sleepily telling you to stay still even though his feet follow you to the sofa as if he’s in a trance.

“Eat first, okay?” you tell him, opening the bag and setting out the food on the coffee table. “After this I’ll cuddle you to sleep.”

Jihoon sighs as if it’s a bother, but the way his stomach instantly grows at the smell of your cooking and your tempting offer of cuddling him to sleep are enough to convince him to eat almost immediately.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he jokingly whispers as he accepts the chopsticks from you. At least he’ll be able to rest with your warmth by his side after this.

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[yourdadsghoulfriend]

Worst Grindr story!

God, which one do you want?

The psycho who blew my phone up calling me a cunt and sending pics of a woman’s vagina over 500 times until I did some research and found out he was a middle school band teacher.

The 5th best body builder in the world for his weight class, who ordered for me at the restaurant, joked about texting his ex-wife that he was using for a Green card marriage, and then demanded I pay him back $42 because I wouldn’t have sex with him.

The bi dad who only shared after I meet that he’s newly-out, newly-divorced, and was too coked out of his mind to hold a conversation.

The time I arrived early for a date and the guy asked for me to order the same thing I was drinking for him, and then rolled up as a catfish and said he doesn’t drink stouts so I was stuck having to drink, not one, but two beers with him.

The guy who revealed he was a Trump supporter, high as a kite, faux philosophical, and asked if I wanted to go back to his place to “walk his hedgehog” (he showed a pic and he did, in fact, have a hedgehog).

The headless torso that kept hitting me up, only later revealed to be the manager I was going through a *lengthy* interview process with, only because his husband sent me a pic of the two of them together that included the full body of the headless torso on a separate profile.

I’m easily forgetting many more, and not to mention any of the many ghosts and catfishes.

[btxtreads]

Breaking Free

PROLOGUE: START OF SOMETHING NEW

↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

↳ word count: 2.2k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: Floof

↳ Warnings: BTS Maknae line are jerks but they mean well they’re just idiots, Kai is drinking alcohol idk if u guys can handle that yet

“Kai, put down your phone and go talk to someone else other than the boys.” A scolding voice sounded out.

Kai flinched in surprise as he looked up, another red solo cup thrusted into his hands.

“Lea, I’m pretty sure drinking grape juice in a party is as lame as talking to my friends at a phone the whole time.” Kai said hesitantly.

“I’m still your older sister and I will not hand you alcohol willingly.” Lea rolled her eyes and propped a hand on her hip. “Still, we’ll be stuck in this resort for three more days—you’ve been refusing to talk to these kids after you played basketball with them once.”

“You don’t understand,” Kai whined before lowering his voice in a whisper. “They can’t even shoot a basket.”

Lea shakes her head.

“Kai,” she clicks her tongue. “For the love of god, please. Talk to other people.”

The boy only blinked as his older sister turned abruptly and left, swallowed by the crowd in seconds. Kai shook his head, placing the cup his sister handed him in one corner and running his hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair. His eyes fell on a girl at the side who was giving him heart-eyes, making him smile softly.

“Hello.”

“Jeon fucking Jungkook, set me free or I swear to god, I’m putting itch cream in your underwear drawer.”

Jungkook only cackled, hands flat on Y/N’s back as he pushed her forward. On either side of the teenage girl, the boy’s best friends Taehyung and Jimin held her arms and dragged her along with them.

“Guys, I don’t want to party.”

“You’re a teenager—what teenager doesn’t want to party?” Jimin snorted as they finally stopped walking smack-dab in the middle of the party.

“Here, drink this.” Taehyung said, patting her shoulder lightly.

“This is tequila.” Y/N deadpanned.

Taehyung shrugged as Jungkook raised his eyebrow, offering a cup he mysteriously had in his hand.

“Would you like something stronger?”

“Kook—“

“Come on, you’re an adult.”

“It’s weird that you’re my older brother yet you’re encouraging me to drink.” Y/N sighed, smelling the content of her cup—surprisingly sweet. “This smells weird.”

“It has orange juice.” Jimin shrugged.

“I wouldn’t let you drink if you weren’t so uptight.” Jungkook shrugged. “Come on, you’re a kid. Have fun!”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes and tipping the cup back. The drink was surprisingly pleasant-tasting, save for the burn at the back of her throat.

“Oh dear god,” Y/N coughed, hand thumping on her chest. “That burns.”

“Alcohol is called liquid courage for a reason—“ Jungkook said, eyes trailing up to the ceiling in thought. “Definitely don’t tell mom I’m letting you do this, but for legal purposes, you are under my supervision.”

“Oh, mom’s going to fucking murder your ass.”

“And just for that—“ Jungkook snorted hand clasping on her arm as a bright light shone on him. “You know what I’m gonna do?”

“Oh, what are you gonna do tough guy?”

“Karaoke night!” Jungkook screamed, making Taehyung and Jimin laugh out loud as the former shoved his own sister in front of him. “She’s singing Start of Something New!”

“What?!” Y/N whirled around. “No, I’m not!”

As she turned back to berate her brother for shoving her in the spotlight, all three of her idiots were missing. The next thing she knew, hands were pulling her up to the stage.

After trying (and failing) to flirt, Kai was sitting down in another chair—this time clutching a red solo cup with a coke and soju mix he remembered Yeonjun teaching him the last time they were in a party. His other hand held his phone in his hands again, having just pulled up his messages to send a text to the gc when he was almost blinded by a bright light.

“What?” He mumbled under his breath as he looked up to see a lot of faces peering down at him. “What did I do?”

“Karaoke night!” He heard a voice scream from nearby, followed by a girl screaming in protest.

“Wait, I don’t sing—“ Kai yelped as hands grasped onto him. “Wait—“

He felt himself shoved onto a small platform which acted as a makeshift stage.

“I don’t know how to sing.” Kai said, scratching his head.

A flailing girl was shoved onto the platform next to him. He can hear the girl mumble curses under her breath, her hands shaking in rage as she set down a cup of what looked like tequila in her hands. He watched the girl take the microphone in her hands, angrily speaking into it.

“Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin—You hope you all die very gruesome deaths within the next hour because you wouldn’t like it when I get my hands on your fucking asses.” She hissed, sighing as loud rambunctious laughter came back to her from somewhere in the room.

Kai smiled awkwardly as he gaze fell onto him, making her stumble back slightly. It was then that her face heated up, realizing that she was in front of an audience at the moment.

“Karaoke Night.” Kai mumbled, eyes falling over to the crowd and wincing once he saw Lea holding up her phone.

“I-I don’t sing.” The girl said weakly as another kid who was acting as the party host of the night arrived with another microphone, plopping it down into Kai’s hands.

“You guys will thank me for this one day, you know.” The boy snickered before sauntering off of the stage.

“I-I don’t think I will.” The girl spoke softly as she looked after the boy.

There was a brief silence between Kai and the girl as they waited for the music to begin, a familiar tune sounding out after a few seconds. Kai hesitated slightly, stepping back for a moment before releasing a heavy sigh and lifting the microphone to his lips.

Living in my own world,

Didn’t understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance

Kai’s face reddened when the girl lowered her head as he sang, her hair covering her face. Slightly embarrassed, especially when she saw Lea’s phone blink—signalling that she was recording—he sighed again, scratching the back of his neck as he moved to leave the stage. Before he could, he heard another voice filter through the speakers.

I never believed in

What I couldn’t see

Kai turned back to the girl, whose eyes are trained on the lyrics projected in a nearby screen—hands tightly clutching the microphone. Kai swore he could see three blinking phones from somewhere by the bar. Ignoring this, the boy stepped back to his spot next to the girl.

I never opened my heart,

to other possibilities.

The girl turned over to him with an unsure smile, making him smile kindly in encouragement. Their voices harmonized together in a beautiful melody as he lifted his own microphone to sing along.

I know that something has changed,

never felt this way.

Kai watched as the girl took an unsure glance off to the side—where the three recording phones were—before looking back at him with a bright, more confident smile.

And right here tonight,

This could be the start of something new.

It feels so right to be here with you, oh.

Kai could feel more people turning over to look at the two of them on stage. The song was getting more upbeat.

And now, looking in your eyes.

I feel in my heart, the start of something new.

Kai, perhaps feeling the effects of the alcohol he took a few minutes ago, felt heat wash over him. Feeling more confident than before, he pulled off his jacket and placed it on the floor as he took the girl’s hands in his. He grinned at the cheers from the crowd, and the light snort coming from the girl.

I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me.

The girl giggled as he spinned her around. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she stopped, grip still tight on the microphone as she sang.

I didn’t know it before, but now it’s easy to see.

At the high note, there were cheers erupting from the crowd. He can see his sister sway along with the crowd and the three men by the bar scream at the top of their lungs.

It’s the start of something new,

It feels so right to be here with you, oh.

The girl pulled away from him with a giddy smile.

And now looking in your eyes,

I feel in my heart.

The start of something new.

The start of something new.

He can hear the host coming up behind him as the song faded away.

The start of something new.

The two teens smiled at each other as claps erupted from the crowd.

This time, Kai found himself lounging in a standing table with the girl he sang with right outside the venue. He was having a genuinely good time as he talked to the girl about the experience.

“That was honestly the first time I’ve ever done that.” He laughed, making the girl laugh.

“Same!” She giggled. “Honestly, I wasn’t even picked. My brother was, he just shoved me over instead.”

“Imagine if I sang with him instead,” Kai wondered to himself making the girl laugh.

The girl laughed as the host arrived to his table, setting down two cups.

“You guys did great earlier for two people who supposedly couldn’t sing,” The host joked, patting them on the back. “Good job.”

Kai and the girl exchanged glances before laughing as the host left them. She shook her head and offered her hand out.

“My name’s Y/N.”

“Kai.”

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N grinned, taking a sip of her drink.

“You too, Y/N who doesn’t sing.” Kai snorts as he picked up his cup.

“No, I swear to god I don’t.” Y/N laughed. “That’s more of my brother’s alley—music and shit.”

“And what would be yours?”

“Math? Science?” Y/N chuckles. “Anything in a book.”

“Sounds fascinating.” Kai nodded. “Mine’s basketball.”

“Wait, wait—“ The girl almost choked, laughing. “You’re basketball dude?”

Kai blinked in confusion as the girl, almost lost in the sound of her laughter.

“You were the guy playing basketball with my brother and his friends the other day!” Y/N laughed, making Kai’s eyes widen.

“Your brother is the one who didn’t know what a point guard was!”

“Are you kidding me? Of course he knew what the was, the three of them were in the freaking basketball varsity team.” Y/N laughed out loud. “They were making fun of you, dude.”

“Oh my god.” Kai mumbled under his breath, laughing at himself.

“They do that a lot.” Y/N shook her head as she leaned back. “But they were right, you know. You do seem like a fun guy.”

“They deduced that from making me teach three varsity players how to shoot ball?”

“Yep,” Y/N giggled, making Kai smile widely.

The boy bit his lip to suppress how big his smile had gotten. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but that was the most fun he’s had ever since he was promoted captain of the basketball team.

“Hey, can I get your number?”

“I don’t know yet,” The girl shrugged, quirking her lips to a small smile. “I still haven’t figured out whether you’re a bonehead jock or not.”

5!

“Would a bonehead jock go up to the stage and sing a love song with you?” Kai raised his eyebrow.

4!

“Touche.” Y/N giggled, holding out her hand. “Give me your phone, then.”

Kai smiled, handing her his phone and taking hers in his hands.

3!

“You know,” Kai said with a smile as he took a photo of himself for the contact. “I really enjoyed today with you.”

“Did you?”

2!

“I did.” Kai hummed, giving back her phone and taking his.

1!

Happy New Year!

He smiled at the photo of herself that she took on his phone. Y/N turned, eyebrows raising as she saw Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin at the side beckoning her over—Jungkook pointing over to his phone, showing their mother’s caller ID. She turned to say farewell to Kai, but he was too busy marvelling over his phone.

Taking one glance at the sky, covered in colorful fireworks, she shot one last smile Kai’s way before turning around and walking over to her brother and his friends.

“Is it okay if I text you tonight?” Kai asked after a few seconds, gaining his courage to face the girl—only to find no one. “Wh—Y/N?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes with a smile as Lea ran up towards him and slinging an arm around his torso.

“There’s my baby!” Lea greeted. “Who knew I’d see you actually be half-decent at something out of the basketball court? Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”

Kai blinked over at the girl before looking down at his phone, smiling softly at the photo of Y/N.

“I really didn’t know.”

That night was the start of something new.

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“Connie,” Jean stepped into the living room, arms crossed. “Don’t drink sideways. Dumbass.”

Connie groaned. “Chill out bro, I’m not 5. I know how to process my fluids.” Connie was currently sideways on his and Jean’s shared apartment’s couch, drinking a Mexican coke bottle with a large bendy straw. It was bound to cause a spill.

“I’m not concerned about you choking, I’m worried about the couch. If you spill that shit it’s gonna leave a huge stain.”

Connie rolled his eyes. “You know, you are wayyy too wound up lately. You should lighten up.” As he spoke, Connie sucked up more soda from the bottle. Jean watched how the liquid moved down his throat, eyes narrowed. Just to piss Jean off more, Connie made obnoxious sounds as he glugged more of the bubbly drink into his mouth. He gargled and pushed some of it into his cheeks, puffing them up. Jean fumed.

“You’re an idiot.” He snapped, turning to return to the kitchen.

Connie swallowed loudly. “See? Nothing happened.” He continued to drink.

“Man, how big are those bottles anyways?” Jean grumbled.

Suddenly, Jean heard Elmo’s voice on the television. He froze in his tracks.

Oh no. He swiveled around just to see Connie turning red, struggling to swallow the Coke in his mouth.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” He yelled.

As if in slow motion, Elmo said, “ALASKA!” and Connie lost it. He spit the soda out as he shot forward, choking and coughing. He gagged as Jean stood with eyes closed, some soda droplets falling off Jean’s shirt and onto the laminated floor.

“Every fucking time.” Jean said quietly.

“Bro, I’m sorry-“ Connie started.

“WHAT IS SO FUNNY ABOUT ELMO, CONNIE? WHAT THE FUCK IS FUNNY? HE’S A GLOVE. A FUCKING GLOVE!”

“MAN, FUCK YOU!” Connie shouted back. “I can’t help it! Every time I see that clip I lose it.” Jean wiped his face off with his sleeve.

Connie had seen a clip of Elmo on TikTok, and thought it was the funniest thing ever. So he would sometimes watch it on cable. But the thing about Connie was that he was dramatic as hell and couldn’t resist laughing like a maniac whenever something Elmo did was funny.

“That was literally disgusting and why I told you to not drink sideways, you idiot.” He gestured to the couch. “And now look, the couch is ruined.”

“It is not ruined,” Connie retorted. “It’s nothing a little dish soap can’t get out.”

So Jean and Connie attempted to clean the massive spill the Coke caused on the polyester couch. But they didn’t know that the dish soap would ruin the couch even more. After an hour and a half of scrubbing and washing, they realized it was a lost cause.

“Man,” Jean groaned. “That was a $500 couch.”

“Sorry man.” Connie said sheepishly.

“We can’t afford that again,” Jean ran his hands through his hair. “What do we do?”

“We can use the pillows on the floor!” Connie suggested enthusiastically. “It’ll be cool!”

“No.” Jean snapped.

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A few days later, Jean was sitting on a pillow on the floor, scrolling through his Trost U Interact feed when he saw it. An ad for a couch. It didn’t look too rough, and was cheap. He took a screenshot and quickly sent it to Connie.

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Sasha murmured at Jean’s message. Interesting. She knew Y/N tended to be reclusive, but she did find it off how she had never tagged along to the group hangouts. Sasha wondered if she was partly to blame for assuming Y/N would just blindly tag along with Sasha whenever she went out, but then scolded herself when she realized she never really extended a formal invite. She vowed to change that. But then again Ymir rarely hung out with Sasha’s friends, only crossing paths when absolutely necessary. Y/N also had her own life, what with Porco and his own group of goons. Sasha shuddered at the thought of his annoying, incessant Marley frat house get togethers Y/N would invite them to. Sasha went to one and that was enough to never return. She quickly sent Y/N a message before her next class.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. Someone was going to buy the hideous couch. For some reason, the feeling was bittersweet.

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Jean attempted to muster up the courage to text Y/N, but he was so painfully shy he didn’t even know how to begin. He typed and retyped and finally just settled on a simple message. Clicking ‘send’, he hoped he wouldn’t be seen as weird. He chastised himself for being so jittery over nothing. It was just a simple buy and sell. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous or cared so much. Maybe it was the fact that he was the first in his friend group to meet the mysterious 3rd room mate. But whatever the reason, he knew he just needed to get it over with.

Connie works at a local supermarket pushing carts and greeting people at the entrance.

a/n: same issue with this post, the contact photos weren’t showing sorry!!

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