#drunk!shawn

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

The New Hire pt.3

Slipknot x Reader

It’s a long-ish chapter..longer than the regular chapters

TW: Heavy-ish Alcohol & Puke

“You’ll be out in 13 shots~”

You smirked and smiled at Sid, before looking him up and down.. and then you saw Paul looking at you….something seemed wrong in his eyes, it was unsettling yet somehow calming? It’s hard to explain but it didn’t matter because you were about to make Sid cry because of how many shots he’s going to go through..

“What’s the alcohol of choice?”

Paul smiled at the question Sid asked you..it was funny yet cute watching your lips puckered into a smile..before the word vodka left your lips..he smiled and watched Sid’s eyes twitch a little bit..

“Straight vodka, no mixers..”

You heard the cooler open and you looked over to see a shorter guy with long black hair and red streaks in the front…he looked kinda cute..but his eyes were the prettiest you’ed ever seen..they were like an ice blue..you could feel yourself staring and getting loss in them before someone else cleared their throat and you looked in the direction to see where the sound came from, it was Jim..

“That’s Joey..he’s our drummer”

You smiled at Joey before seeing what he had in his hand, it was a brand new bottle of vodka..in his other hand were two shot glasses. How long they had this? Who knows but it was cold enough for this one of a kind event that was about to take place in this kinda run down green room.

“Well, I guess let’s get started”

Joey poured both of the shots, I guess he’s going to be our own little bartender for this little adventure. Sid picked up the shot glass and waited for you. You picked up the glass and you counted on to three.

“One..”

“Two…”

“Three…!”

You both downed the shit of vodka at the same time however you didn’t have a reaction to it at all, but you could say the same for Sid..he coughed a little bit and his face turned a bit red before he got in under his control..you snickered at the fact he’s already shown a reaction. Joey pats Sid on the back and tells him to get his head in the game.

“Next round!”

You shouted at the top of your lungs, sending a clear message that this was going to be a long night of drinking til you drop.. and with that Joey filled the glass again, then you both downed the shot..it was like that for a good long while until it was the 13th shot..you smiled at Sid as you both downed the shot quickly. He was still there mentally but it was clear that it wasn’t going to last forever.

“You..don’t look alright over there..Sid~”

He paused for a second before he said he was fine and could continue, so Joey poured you two another round of shots.. and it went on like that again it was round 32. Yes round 32..it’s a lot but both of you were stubborn as shit and neither one for you were stopping until someone dropped to the floor. Joey poured another round and you reluctantly picked it up but Sid didn’t, he mentally tapped out but his body physically tapped out after he puked his goddamn guts out..you weren’t so far behind him either though..went he puked you walked over to him to check on him and you ended puking on him. It was absolutely disgusting..you puked on this drunk ass man and to be honest it was funny according to the rest of the guys.

“Well fuck me, they puked on Sid..”

You chuckled that they found you puking on Sid funny, however it felt like you were about to pass out.. and who would have guessed…you passed out for a hot second as you fell you expected to land right on top of him but somehow you were caught by someone and they easily picked you up in their strong arms..they chuckled and it sounded like Paul.. but it wasn’t but then you opened your eyes again and it was Joey he was holding you bridal style..you looked him up and down before leaning near his lips.. and stopping to ask a question…

“Joey…what’s stopping us from kissing each other?”

Joey looked at you before smirking softly..

“Nothing really..”

You leaned in fully and both of your lips connected, it was passionate enough that Joey to lose his footing for a second but he quickly came to his senses and started to carry you towards the couch he was sitting on before you walked in..while you were busy swapping spit with Joey and possibly getting your rocks off..Paul and Jim bent down and looked at Sid who was laying there covered in puke..his puke and your puke..absolutely disgusting….

“Joey..your eyes are so pretty..~”

You said while having drunk hiccups…Joey smiled and thanked you for the compliment before he leaned away and then breathed heavily before sighing..he knew he had to stop this from going any further..you were drunk and not in the right state of mind..he knew that it was not right…

“I know they are pretty, but you need to get a bath and calm yourself down..”

Joey pats your head and brushes your hair back behind your ears..

“Paul..is there anyway you can get some to help bathe them or at least wait in the bathroom until they are done with showering?”

Paul thinks for a second and sighs..

“Everyone else is drunk off of their asses besides us…so one of us could just wait for them..”

Joey sighs and huffs before turning around and walking out of the green room..

“Where the fuck is he going?”

Clown asked before Paul hinted that he might be going to get clothes for them..they’re small but they’re also around the same height as Joey..It’s been a couple of minutes later since Joey left to get you clothes..Eventually he came back and he had clothes in hand..it was some black sweatpants and a sweatshirt that had a faded metal band logo on it..Joey smiled and looked at you before looking at Sid, Paul, Clown, Craig, Jim, Corey, and Chris..They all looked back at Joey..before he opened his mouth.

“Soooo…whose going to wait for them to shower?..Like I got the clothes sooo..”

Corey and the drunk Sid raised both of their hands before looking at each other with a wide eyed expression as if they were shocked to see each other raised their hand. They snickered before they were immediately on one another on the cold concrete floor of the green room where punches were being thrown and where they would take turns choking each other out..

“GUYS!!”

Clown yelled at the both of them and before Paul and him separated Corey and Sid from each other’s throats..Clown slapped Corey and then he punched Sid and he fell down and on his face before groaning loudly and then going quiet. Paul shook his head and angrily sighed before chuckling and saying that he’ll just wait for you in the bathroom because it’ll be insane if he lets one of them wait for you.

“You’re fucking crazy, the both of you”

Paul picked you up and grabbed the clothes Joey had picked out for you to wear after the shower then walked to the green room door and opened it then walked out and headed towards the bathroom area of the backstage area that bands were aloud to use, and then he sat you down and stood you up so you could physically walk to the shower area yourself..Paul sighed and smiled softly while looking at you…He tried to explain what you needed to do to you so you could get cleaned and get dressed yourself with him having to help you..

30 minutes later

You stumbled out of the shower area all dressed and what not into Paul’s arms..he looked at you before sighing and picking you up once again and walking back to the green room and heading back in there..He looked at everyone else and gave them a glare…

“I’m going to let them sleep with me tonight..”

[tolietpaperdreams]

0/10 Sluttiness for Seth’s ref outfit

8/10 Sparkly pants bc hell yeah sparkly pants

But they could have been sparkly shorts :(

-Also Corey Graves saying he has nightmares from HBK wearing his tiny shorts is not only wrong but he is now my #1 op bc genuinely how dare he say that

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

one of Thee funniest tv tropes is "group of people (better if they're not friends) wake up in the same area after being blackout drunk, with it being Wildly obvious that some crazy shit went down & they have to puzzle it out / fix their mess without anyone knowing"

[dean-belongs-with-lisa]

tv shows these days don’t do romantic tension as well as burn notice, psych, or white collar

where’s the yearning for each other so much that you can’t tell her how you feel so you work it into a phone conversation while making sad lovey eyes at your girl so that she knows you’re talking about her?

where’s the putting both love interests lives in danger thus making him choose so he does choose but also sends his best friend in the world world to get the other one cause there’s no one else he would trust to do it?

where’s the carrying her out of a river after she got shot because you saved her life even tho she was going to go back to Ireland and leave you?

where’s the not being able to admit how your feel for her so you give her a key to your loft and let her eat your yogurt instead?

where is it? where is it???? this is why I keep going back to those shows because they’re so good and they do it so well and oh my god just kiss each other already won’t you?????

[agena87]

Shawn Whaley, 19, Henford-On-Bagley

"Heard you were lookin' for a farm hand."

[trashyswitch]

Shitfaced and Stupid

Jackie goes to the club with Chase, Marvin and Shawn. A bunch of shenanigans happen, and Jackie ends up making a big mistake while drunk off his ass!

So...Funny story about this fanfic: I had written this entire fanfic while I was tipsy or drunk. Only thing is, I didn't write it all at once. I had written the first 2 pages while drunk the first time I had gotten drunk at the club. Then, I wrote 3 more pages while extra drunk on my second clubbing experience. And then the last page, I wrote the third time I had gotten drunk after going to the club. Yes, I was doing a lot of clubbing. But this fanfic had been in the works for exactly 2 weeks. So with that in mind, I hope you enjoy!

I was downing a Moscow Mule, not even caring about how much I was drinking all at once. It was Chase’s birthday, and I never EVER let myself have fun. I am always the sober one who gets a cab, or IS the cab to get my friends home. But you know what? I’m giving up my seat tonight. Tonight is my time to treat myself. And what better way to treat myself, then to let myself get drunk at the club?! 

Yes, I know it’s not MY birthday…But Chase legitimately told me “We’re gonna get SHITFACED TONIGHT!”. And why the fuck wouldn’t I take that chance?! 

We had walked into the club at about 11:30pm, and showed the doorman our ID’s. Being undercover, I didn’t feel a need to pull out my ‘Jackieboy Man’ persona. I’m just Jack tonight. Average Jack. 

I finished my Moscow Mule, and put the empty bottle onto the table. I had promised to be the ‘breadwinner’ tonight. I didn’t save up all this cash for nothing…I might as well use some of it tonight. I had originally paid for Chase, Shawn and Marvin to get into the club with me. We had all gotten a black star on the back of our hands, to signify the fact that ‘we paid already, and we can come back whenever we need to. 

Chase and Shawn had gotten themselves whiskey sours, and were enjoying their drinks. I could feel the buzz hitting already. It probably helped that I had pretty much downed the whole thing without even taking a break to breathe. Though I am well aware of how dangerous this can be, I am an impatient fuck who wants the buzz as soon as possible. 

And I most certainly got it! The buzz took hold rather quickly. I could feel my body moving a little more smoothly and freely. I felt like I could move myself around without a care in the world. No worries about who’s watching me or judging me…just dancing and genuinely enjoying myself. It helped that Chase, Marvin and Shawn were all cheering me on as I swayed my hips, shuffled my feet, and let my arms flow to the beat of the song. The DJ was mostly playing hip hop music, which helped motivate me to dance further. 

Things were going really well…And they only got better once a young lady started dancing her way up to me. 

I started dancing alongside her, watching her move her hips and spin her brown hair. She wasn’t dressed up very sexually considering where she was. She was actually dressed in overalls, of all things, which made her stand out in the group…In a good way, of course. She was really pretty in her own way…

I watched her every move, sensing her lack of experience. Truth was, I was a little inexperienced myself. I don’t really go clubbing very often. I never really have the time. This is a super rare moment for me…and it appears to be the same way for her. 

I offered my right hand to her, and she surprisingly took it! I kept dancing, making sure to take things slowly and comfortably. She seemed to visibly appreciate the patience I was showing her. 

I lifted her arm up, prepared to spin her. She happily took it, spinning around and throwing her long hair around as she spun. Just her flowing hair was enough to enchant me. It made me feel things I hadn’t felt in ages…For once in my life…All I felt was butterflies in my stomach…

…Or maybe it was the cocktail making me feel things…

She brought herself closer and tried to tell me something. It was hard to understand her due to how loud the club music was…so I leaned in and tried to ask her what she was trying to say. “WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” She asked me. 

I smiled and leaned into her ear. “JACK.” I yelled back. I had noticed the blue ear plugs she was wearing, but sensed that she could still hear me somehow. 

“NATALIE!” She yelled back with a wide smile. 

I smiled brightly and kept dancing with her. She seemed to be watching my movements, and following them a little bit. I looked over at my friends, who were recording me on their phones. I rolled my eyes, expecting nothing less but bigotry from them. They were a lot more drunk than me, so…go figure. They clearly can’t get over how quickly I managed to find a girl to dance with…

I slid myself a little closer, and took her hand once again. We danced and moved to the music, just enjoying the beat together. When the chorus hit, I lifted her hand up again to spin her. She took the invitation and spun around, her straightened hair flying around again. I let her spin around again, watching as she took the invitation and spun around with her eyes closed this time. She looked quite comfortable dancing with me. And I’m glad I can bring her that momentary sense of security. 

I let go of her hand, and went back to dancing on my own. I watched as she danced her way back to her own friends, and I turned to look at my own friends. Chase was too busy taking selfies with Marvin, while Shawn was walking up to me. “WHY DID YOU LET HER GO?!” Shawn asked me. 

“SHE NEEDS A REST!” I replied, just guessing. 

“ARE HER OTHER FRIENDS SINGLE?” Shawn asked. 

“I DON’T FUCKIN’ KNOW!” I replied. 

“ASK!” Shawn ordered me. 

“YOU ASK!” I yelled back to him with a laugh. “NO!” Shawn laughed. Someone walked up and squeezed Shawn’s sides, making him squeak. “HE’S TOO MUCH OF A PUUUUSSY.” Marvin teased. 

Shawn grabbed Marvin and pushed him into the reserved seating sofa. “WHO DA FUCK YOU CALLING PUSSY?!” He shouted as he jumped onto the sofa and squeezed Marvin’s sides multiple times.

“BAHAHAHA! YOHOU- YOHOHOU BASTARD!” Marvin shouted. 

“OH, KEEP DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE.” Shawn replied, scratching at his sides now. 

I rolled my eyes. It’s not the first time Shawn and Marvin have tickled each other while they’re drunk…It happens more often than they’d both like to admit. Though I’d normally find it rather amusing, we’re currently in a public place…Why here of all places?! 

I ordered myself another drink to keep the tipsy feeling going. It felt great, and I didn’t want it to stop. I received the drink: A cinnamarita. It’s a cocktail made of tequila, orange, cinnamon, and…idk…it sounded good when I found it on the menu. I picked up the drink and tried it. 

And OH MY GOSH- It was SO GOOD! It’s super addicting! I can’t stop drinking it! I want it all in my mouth! Don’t stop!

“Whoa there, Jack.” A hand pulled away the straw. “Slow down, will ya?” The person told me. 

I looked up with an annoyed frown, recognizing exactly who it was. This dude…seriously. “Why do you gotta tell me what to do?” I asked Chase. 

“Because you've already downed half the thing! Keep acting like that, and you’ll be banned from getting more drinks.” Chase told me. 

I sighed and stared him down. “I am a grown man just like you. I can handle it.” I tried to tell him. 

Chase sighed and put down his pineapple daiquiri. “Don’t make me do it.” Chase warned. 

I narrowed my eyes. “Do what?” 

Before I knew it, Chase was wiggling his fingers at me. I scoffed. “Oh please…” I said as I put my drink down. “I’m not ticklish. You know this.” 

Chase rolled his eyes. “I haven’t even had a chance to figure it out.” Chase mentioned. “How do I know you’re not ticklish, if you won’t even let me try?” He asked. 

“Simple: You take my word for it.” I shot back. 

“But that’s the thing:” He says. I narrow my eyes at him, preparing for the worst. I wanna know what ‘thing’ he’s talking about. “Take my hand.” He told me, holding out his hand. 

I look down at his hand. “Okay.” I grab his hand, not expecting him to do much. The worst he can do is kiss the back of my hand. 

“Thanks!” 

aAH! Wait, NO! “aAAAH! DOHON’T TICKLE MEHEHE!” I was wrong! I was so wrong! Tickling is worse than hand-kissing! “IHIHIT TICKLES!” 

“Well, no shit it tickles! I was hoping it would tickle!” Chase said. 

“CHAHAHASE DOHON’T! THIHIS IS MEHEHEAN!” I can’t help my jumpy movements! “IHIF I FALL, IHIHIT’S YOHOUR FAHAHAULT!” I shout at him. 

“I’ll gladly take the responsibility for your injuries.” I saw Chase throw his head back with a laugh. “Cause I’ll be laughing at you the whole time!” 

I feel motion sick. The world is spinning too fast. How do I slow down the spinning world? It’s impossible! I hold my head. It’s hard to focus when I’m like this…

I open my eyes to look at the ground. But the lights are confusing me. Why do I feel like I’m gonna fall? And why is the ground getting closer? 

Wait OH NO- FLY! 

….

….

….

Why is it quiet? 

Why is the music off? 

Where are the bright lights? 

Helloooo??

I feel someone grab me. “Okay, I think you’re a little lost. Let me help you, buddy.” Huh? Who’s that? I tried to look around. Marvin? No, Marvin would have his mask on. Who is this? 

I feel myself being shoved into the bathroom. “Hey-!” I turned around to look at him. It was Chase! “What the hell, man?!” I pushed him back a little bit. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there, Jackie…” He put up his hands in arrest. “Let’s calm down.” He told me. 

I could feel my face muscles getting tense. So I let them go. “Okay.” 

Chase grabbed a paper towel. “Are you okay, Jackie?”  

I widened my eyes. “Uh…” I bit my lip and looked down. I felt awkward. “I think so.” 

“Alright.” Chase backed up. “I think I understand why you don’t like getting drunk.” Chase said. 

I tilt my head. “What do you mean?” 

“You…you flew in the middle of the bar.” 

…I’m sorry, what?! 

“When?” I ask. 

“Just now. You were about to fall to the ground, and…you started flying.” Chase told me. 

There’s no way…I couldn’t have flown! I- there were so many people watching me!

“How many people saw me?” I asked. 

“Uhhhh…” Chase bit his lip. “At least 10 people…” 

I sighed. 10 is not that bad. 

“…Plus the camera…” I heard next. 

“WHAT?!” I grabbed Chase’s shoulders. “What camera?!” 

“The security camera in the club.” Chase replied. 

“Oh god, oh god…” I hold my head. “NO!” How could I have done this?! It was ONE NIGHT AT THE CLUB! ONE NIGHT, AND NOW MY REPUTATION IS RUINED! 

“But…there is a way to fix this…” I hear. 

I turned around and grabbed Chase’s shoulders again. “How?” I ask. 

Chase bit his lip. “By…dressing up in the super suit.” Chase said. 

I blink…I blink again…

“I’m sorry…but no.” I reply rather quickly. 

“If you don’t, then people will know who your secret identity is.” Chase told me. 

“…And if I dress in my super suit?” I ask. 

“Then it’ll be known that Jackieboy Man has fun sometimes.” Chase said. 

God, I can’t even think right now…I wanna do it but at the same time…I don’t wanna make a mistake and end up on the news for being at the club. But…news press about clubbing is much better than other controversies…

“Alright. Jackieboy Man is coming out!” I took off my shirt and put on my super sweater. I put my black mask on, put my red hood on and fluffed up my hair. Let’s do this! “LET’S GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SHITFACED FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!” I scream. 

“NOW WE’RE TALKING!” I felt his hand on my shoulder. 

I felt him pulling me out of the bathroom. Wait, what’s he doing?! “WAIT WAIT!” I laughed. “I actually need to shit, dude!” I heard Chase laugh as I pushed him out of the bathroom. Fucking idiot…We’ll get shitfaced after I’m done shitting. 

[The Argus - April 13, 2024 - Brighton’s Jackieboy Man Sighted Drinking Cocktails at PRYSM NightClub - “I had never pictured Jackieboy Man to be a clubber” Witness recalls] 

So, how was my drunken writing? Was it super all over the place? Let me know! For context, I am more of a playful, loud, bouncy drunk.

[offyoupop-easypeasy]

just say you won't let go

just say you won't let go

--

I wanna live with you

Even when we're ghosts

'Cause you were always there for me

When I needed you most

[lonesomedotmp3]

fascinated by the timeline of jack's life. I need to interrogate this man soooooo bad I need to learn his life story

[andiaquarium-moved]

shawn needs to wake up before i leave so i can show fem a wip of this drawing

[spxrm]

ik Shawn’s fandom is extinct but I have nowhere else to talk about this so here we go… I rlly didn’t want to say anything other than them folks are bumping c0ochies okayyyy

[juniordsa]

“You've got a hold of me

Don't even know your power

I stand a hundred feet

But I fall when I'm around ya

Show me an open door

Then you go and slam it on me

I can't take anymore

I'm saying, baby

Please have mercy on me

Take it easy on my heart

Even though you don't mean to hurt me

You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?”

-Shawn Mendes

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

The new hire pt. 2

Slipknot x Reader

TW: Alcohol

“Then you’ll really see the band in a different light~”

That circled through your head, over and over again until you knew that you should probably join them for the night out..The way Paul said it to you; it seemed to not be an offer but more of a demand for you to show up…

It’s barely even 10pm but it’s pitch black.. but you were told to meet back up at the green room, they had a change of plans and the supervisor of Slipknot asked them to just stay in the green room instead of going out and spending god knows how long out there. There was subtle music playing it wasn’t loud but you could hear it from outside

*Knocking*

The music was turned down a bit but you could still hear it… The green room door opens and your surprised by the tallest member, Jim there in the doorway with..no mask on..

“Y/N it’s so good to see you…”

He had no mask on, why did he have no mask on? Did everyone else have their mask on or was it off like Jim’s? Why would they show you their faces so early on..it’s barely even been more than ten hours since you met them in person…

“What’s the matter? Thought we would have our masks on?”

You looked at him, his eyes locking with yours..it was like that for what felt like hours..but you broke eye contact once he stepped inside and offered you his hand to lead you into the green room. Your question about if they were still wearing their masks was answered..the masks were off but you could still see to stage makeup they wear underneath the masks..it was all smudged and the makeup would follow their trails of sweat down their faces.

“Hey there~ Y/N”

You now were just trying to learn which one had you already met when they had a mask on…there’s no telling who is who besides Jim..he looks like a lamppost for crying out loud..in the mask and even outside of it..it’s funny how he looks so much more laid back without the mask. He could tell you were trying to find out who was who so he cleared his throat and clapped his hands together.

“Do you actually want to meet them? Y’know outside of the mask?”

You paused.

“Yeah, it would help a lot..”

Jim chuckled and looked at Paul.

Someone clear his throat and it sounded fairly familiar, but you can’t be for certain yet.. He stood up, then proceeded to stretch and walk over towards the cooler they had in front of the small tv in the room. He bent down and opened it and grabbed a beer then opened it for you and walked over to hand it to you…His presence was nice and comfortable..you think it’s Paul..

“Oh..thank you Paul..~”

You guessed correctly because he smiles and he says you’re welcome, his eyes are a lot prettier when they are outside of the mask..you took a sip of beer..then another one…You feel like something is missing so you look around and begin to count all of the bodies in the room and you count up to 8..someone is missing..but who..it doesn’t matter because Paul somehow reads your mind.

“Mick, doesn’t really join us when we drink..he just stays away when we do this”

You chuckled at the fact that you didn’t even ask the question yet but you got an answer..creepy you guess..you take a couple more sips until you end up finishing your beer..

“So, y’all just drink your asses off before traveling again?”

Paul chuckles at the fact that you finished your beer already and her goes over to the cooler again to get another beer for you, but you stop him and ask him if he has something more…y’know something alcoholic not just beers.

“Well, well, well~ you like harder stuff like the rest of us?”

You nod softly

“I’ll go shot for shot if someone is up for it”

The room goes silent for a sec until Sid stands up, it’s easier to tell who is who if you watch their body movements..Sid looks you up and down sizing you up to see how many shots he’ll have to take.

“You’ll be out in 13 shots~”

Sorry, if the formats are still wacky, I’m still deciding on the layout!! Xoxo

[eileennatural]

it's kind of fucked up that after chet hunter dies everyone sits around telling shawn how awesome chet was and how much he loved shawn. sure i have no doubts that chet DID love shawn but he also made shawns childhood and adolescence kind of well. nightmarish

[spoonmoment69420]

"I have something that I have got to get off my chest."

"Is it your shirt? Please say no."

- Lassie (stick up ass detective), Shawn

bro that scene was such a fanfic moment like 🤨🏳️‍🌈 what?

[daintylovers]

imagine moving to beacon hills around season one. right around the same time, allison moves in. it's nice not being the only new girl, so you two quickly become friends.

imagine meeting lydia for the first time. it happens in your fourth class of the day, you two are assigned to be partners for the semester. albeit, at first she isn't thrilled, but once she gives you a chance, everything changes. she's found someone like-minded for once in this small town. someone as intelligent, yet fashionable as her. she thinks for a quick second, if she liked girls, she would love you.

imagine seeing stiles for the first time. seeing- not meeting, because the boy can only gawk at you from across the hall. it's definitely weird and a little unsettling at first, but it's nice to be admired? right?

imagine finally talking to the poor boy for the first time. it had to be you who spoke first, his brain going a mile a minute. it happens a few days later, when lab partners are assigned. stiles almost faints when he hears your names paired together. scott has to be the one to push him out of his seat. it feels kind of how you imagine bella felt when edward and her first meet, awkward and stiff. does he not like you? maybe that's why he was always staring, it wasn't in fantasy, but with disgust. not being one to dwell on whether someone likes you or not, you push through, introducing yourself with a raised out hand. stiles is quick to latch on, spewing out his full government name. then once he catches the confusion on your face, he tells you that you could call him stiles.

imagine going to lydias house party, that very night. running into all your newfound friends, dancing and drinking a little. then seeing your shy new lab partner chasing after his drunk friend. but also allison chasing after the drunk friend. whats his name again? shawn? smith? stiles? no- wait stiles is yours. scott! its scott. but by the time you have that revelation, the three are already outside. so you watch as allison gets into some random car and stiles stands are dumbfounded. scott has seemingly disappeared, and there's an unease building in your chest. who was that guy with allison? stiles, sensing someone behind him, turns around to face the one person he doesn't want to see at the moment. not because he doesn't like you, but because he is pretty sure his best friend is a freaking werewolf.

imagine asking him if he knew who allison got in the car with, and getting an unsavory response. great, your new friend might get murdered and tossed into the woods tonight. the alcohol is catching up to you rather quickly, and the worry is only increasing. stiles starts to make a move to his car, eager to see if scott went back home when you wrap a hand around his upper arm. it's not harsh or anything, so he doesn't flinch, but he is confused. you ask him if he will give you a ride to allisons, because you guys live close together and you want to make sure she gets home safe. stiles immediately says yes, but tells you he has to make a quick stop at scotts. something about possible alcohol poisoning or something, which makes your head spin. oh fuck, what if you have that?

imagine being told to wait in the car as stiles goes into scotts house. the boy is very persistent as you try to help him out. he offers to get you fries from the local drive-through if you just please stay in the car. that gets you to comply, so you're left staring out the window. it doesn't take long for stiles to come running out of the house and speeding down the street. you don't even have to ask because he tells you that allison went home with this guy derek who is very very evil. you never get those fries. but the good news is that allison is alive!

imagine stiles walking you to your door because you and allison really do live right next to each other. you guys don't say much, the adrenaline rush already crashing. you guys are about to part ways when you stop him and ask for his number. he seems like a nice guy and you joke about how you'll harass him until he gets you those fries. his heart does cartwheels as you exchange digits, and makes a mental note to kill scott. in a perfect world, you two would have managed to spend the whole night together, but scotts newfound supernatural abilities are already infiltrating stiles life.

imagine waking up the next morning with a pounding headache and a text from stiles telling you to get dressed cause he is coming over in fifteen minutes. it has you smiling like a child and it feels so goddamn good. maybe this kid will be cooler than you imagined. he pulls into your driveway and you open the door to see him with iced vanilla lattes and Mcdonald's french fries. this guy might just be an angel. you let him in and for the rest of the morning, you guys eat and talk about nothing while lounging around your room.

[f1nalboys]

rewatching psych and im thinking abt how in s1 lassie got shawn’s bike back from the police auction and pretended he didn’t…….how he was gonna do it anonymously……how he got so drunk that he couldn’t help but tell shawn that while he knows he’s not a psychic he is great at his job……….how later on he chooses to destroy the piece of evidence that would prove shawn is a fraud, the thing he’s been looking for for years………im feeling ill