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wooskirbyplushie · 3 months ago

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Make It To The Morning ~ Choi Seungcheol

✰ Choi Seungcheol x Reader

✰ Description: You meet up with an old friend on a night out with your girls, and he seems intent on making sure you end your night with a bang..

✰ Word Count: 3.4k

✰ Warnings: drinking, cussing, pet names, female!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it when you tap it !), driving under the influence (yea don't do this)

✰ Italics are used for inner thoughts, bold italic is to emphasize words

✰ a/n: Hey guyssss, back again. Currently still working on the next chapter of Our Little Secret, so in the mean time here's a little short I wrote a while back! Eventually I'll have an actually masterlist but for now my other fics/shorts are listed right under here if you wanna go check those out. As always, dividers used are by @cafekitsune so go check them out!

Our Little Secret ~ K.HJ | Not So Sober Nights ~ Kang Yeosang

It was a saturday night, and instead of your usual routine of laying around your room watching dramas and eating junk food, your friends dragged you to a club. You didn’t hate clubbing, it’s just the idea of too many people pressed up against each other in one place wasn’t very appealing to you.

But tonight you had a slight change of heart. You put on a skin tight dress that showed off all the right places, and threw on a pair of heels to match. A bit of light makeup and a few accessories tied the look together, and soon your friends were at your front door to pick you up for the night ahead.

When you all arrived, the club was packed with the music so loud that you could feel the bass in your chest. There was a slight aroma of weed and flavored hooka coming from the vip sections, and flashing lights that should’ve come with an epilepsy warning. But of course it didn’t take long for your friends to grab you and drag you to the bar to get a drink before you could even think about turning around and leaving.

One round of shots turned into three, and one drink turned into two and a half, as you were still working on the other half while you were on the dance floor. The liquor got you loosened up, but it didn’t get you any further than tipsy considering you could down 7 drinks and still walk in a straight line. But the drinks did have you bumping and grinding against your friends on the dance floor, drink still in hand.

After a few minutes of dancing with your eyes closed, taking in every beat and melody, you felt a figure on your backside and eventually felt a hand rest on your waist. They were too tall to be one of your girl friends so who could-

“Now who managed to drag you out of the house on a saturday night and who let you out looking this good hm?”

Hearing the voice in your ear made you calm down a bit as you threw your head back and rested it against the person’s chest, smiled, and locked eyes with them.

“Hi Cheollll” you sang out just loud enough for him to hear over the music. You and Seungcheol had a very… complicated relationship to say the least. You had hooked up and went on a few dates here and there but never really talked about what it was, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. He gave you whatever you were looking for in the moment and that’s all you really wanted.

You both danced against each other for a while; rather, you danced against him while both of his hands followed the rhythm of you waist and he left the occasional kiss on your neck. You could feel he was turned on as he pressed against you.

Eventually, he turned you around to face him and took your now empty drink out of your hand. “Can we get another drink cheolie?” You asked with big brown eyes that no one could say no to. Well except Seungcheol apparently because he didn’t budge.

“No ma’am, I think you’ve had enough tonight” Cheol started off before smirking and leaning towards your ear. “Plus I want you to be sober enough to remember what we do later okay?”

Now whether you were blushing because of the liquor or the image of what could possibly happen later, you weren’t sure. but you were sure that the smell of whiskey on Cheol’s breath mixed with the scent of his cologne was a dangerous combination for you. Your legs were getting weak and he needed to carry you to his bed immediately.

“You wanna tell your friends I’m taking you home or should I baby?”

You could text them later.

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Before you knew it, Cheol was grabbing your wrist and leading you to the back door of the club. He always parked his car out back with the employees since he was cool with the owners, and did not want to take the chance of his car getting stolen or broken into.

On your way out, you passed by the bar and a vip section where you happened to see your friends flirting with some guys, too distracted to see you sneaking out- or blatantly leaving - with the guy they hated so much.

Once you reached the door, a brisk breeze hit your face, reminding you that it really wasn’t spring time yet. But because you chose to be cute and not smart, your jacket was still in your friend’s car, leaving you to shiver at the temperature. Cheol took notice of this and took his jacket off of his shoulders and placed it on your own. Was it light? Yes, but it was better than nothing.

“Oh uh. Thanks.” You mumbled quietly, hoping you didn’t get caught eyeing the way his t-shirt complimented his muscles. Did he not understand you were insane??

“Of course princess.” Cheol replied, putting emphasis on his last word. You weren’t big on pet names, but something about the way he called you princess made you blush every time.

Suddenly yall came to a stop in front of a black car, a mercedes to be exact. Weird, I thought he had a white ca-

“Like the new wheels? Got her last week” Cheol said smugly when he noticed you looking at the unfamiliar car. You simply nodded and said it matched his style: expensive and arrogant.

He chuckled and pulled you closer to him by your waist, that cologne intoxicating the way it filled your nostrils. The last thing you were expecting was for this man to pick you up and sit you on the trunk of the car.

“Seungcheol! Someone could see us let’s just go to your place.” You protested although you weren’t completely against the idea of fucking him in or on the car. What? You had questionable morals.

“We will in due time baby,” Cheol started before leaving a kiss on your temple. “Think of this as an appetizer before the main course, okay?” You couldn’t get out another protest before his lips were on yours. Slightly chapped per usual, but god they felt like heaven. He hummed into the kiss while your tongues clashed with each other, the taste of peach liquor on your breath turning him on even more. His hands starting to travel up the sides of your thighs as you kept going.

He had your body so hot that you almost forgot about it being 40 degrees outside until the wind started blowing again. You shivered slightly, breaking from the kiss and lowering your head in embarrassment. “Can we go to your place now Cheolie..?” He complied and helped you off the car after another quick kiss, followed by him opening the passenger door for you.

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Once you got to Cheol’s house, he parked and walked to your side of the car where he scolded you for opening your door yourself. You insisted it wasn’t a big deal, to which he picked you up bridal style and carried you into his house. Feeling your cheeks get hot again, you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

You finally made it to the bedroom after what seemed like an eternity, Cheol sitting you down on his King sized bed before turning to close and lock his door. He walked back over, looking you up and down before getting on his knees in front of you.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are? Or how good you look wearing my clothes?” He inquired while helping you get your heels off. You had completely forgot about the jacket, but at this point, you just wanted him to stop being a tease and take it off of you. “Maybe once or five times…” you replied back, eyes watching his every move.

“Only five? I gotta do better then huh gorgeous?” He said before leaving kisses up your legs, starting at your ankles. You threw your head back slightly and Cheol watched your reactions through his eyelashes. “Seungcheol can you stop being a tease for christ sake” you whined.

He climbed on top of you, sliding his jacket off your shoulders.

“Want me to fuck you that bad?”

Well. Yes! “Duh.”

“Then take your dress off”

“Only if you take your pants off”

Cheol smirked and stood back up, undoing his belt. “Yes ma’am”

One thing led to another, and your clothes were in a pile on the floor, leaving both of you in nothing but your underwear. You couldn’t help but stare at Seungcheol’s body, I mean you had seen it multiple times but it always surprised you how defined and prominent his muscles were. And no matter how many times you ended up in this scenario with him, you always got shy and tried to cover up.

He climbed onto the bed next to you, and pulled you into his lap with a swift action. He had you in a position where you were straddling him, your body getting accustomed a bit too quickly. “Why are you acting like I haven’t seen your body a million times over princess?” Cheol placed a kiss on your shoulder, his hand caressing the small of your back. “That’s exactly why… You probably know my body better than I do at this point.” You replied in a voice that was hardly above a whisper.

His fingers toyed with the strap of your bra before placing them under your chin, lifting your head just enough for you to make eye contact with him. God his eyes were dangerous. “How about we prove that theory then, huh princess?” Cheol said before crashing his lips into yours. Just like before, you could still taste the liquor on his breath, his tongue going against your bottom lip to ask for just a bit more from you. You obliged and parted your lips just enough for Cheol to slip his tongue in.

You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, as one was tugging at the bottom part of his hair, the other holding on to his shoulder to keep your balance while you would grind against him, arousal growing with every movement. Coming up for air, Cheol broke away from the kiss to leave kisses and small bite marks on your chest.

“Cheol you.. you know how I am about hickeys…” you managed out, head in the clouds, dizzy with pleasure. But he wasn’t letting up. “I know baby. That’s why they’re in places only we’ll know about.” He replied while undoing the last hook of your bra, sliding the garment off your body. You hadn’t even realized he was taking it off until you felt the material loosen around you.

Not even a second after your bra was taken off, Cheol wrapped his mouth around one of your breasts, one of his hands massaging the other. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned his name, the grip you had on his hair getting a bit tighter. You both continued to move your hips against each other, turning you on even further and wishing that the fabric separating the two of you would disappear.

Cheol switched from one breast to the other, giving both equal amounts of attention. Eventually he worked his way back up towards your collarbone and neck, leaving kisses all over and nibbling on your ear. “C-cheolie..” you whined in response to his actions. He was driving you crazy and you wanted more than what he was offering. “I know princess, I know..” He trailed off as his hands went between the two of you, fingers meeting your most sensitive spot, rubbing aggravating slow circles on your clit through the fabric of your panties.

Just as you were about to beg for more, cheol moved your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of you, stretching you out for what was to come. He had you falling apart, a whimpering mess on top of him as he fingered you and kissed more over your chest and neck areas. You were already starting to feel your first orgasm of the night approaching, that familiar knot building up in your stomach. “I- I can’t anymore cheol I’m so- so close” You breathed out, reaching down to rub your clit to help you get there faster. “If you’re close then cum for me baby” Cheol said in your ear, speeding up his hand movements.

His voice was all it took to send you over the edge. You tightened around his fingers before your orgasm washed over you, moaning cheol’s name way louder than you had intended and collapsing onto his chest when it was all said and done. “You did so good for me baby” He said while kissing you on your head. He rubbed your back to help you come back to reality, asking if you wanted to stop or keep going once you were responsive.

“We can keep going. You haven’t even gotten anything yet-” You started before Cheol cut you off with another kiss. “You know I only care about you baby, I can take care of myself later.” You shrugged in return, arms wrapped around Cheol’s neck. Leaning into his ear, you spoke in a low voice, “But I wanna make you feel good too.” Followed by you kissing on his neck.

Cheol let out a guttural moan, his head falling against the headboard behind him. His hands stayed on your hips for a short period of time, eventually sliding down and gripping your ass before abruptly straightening up to change your positions. Before you could blink properly, Cheol had you on your stomach, causing you to yelp out of shock. Lifting your ass up so you were on all fours.

You could feel him adjusting behind you, pulling his boxers just below his dick, and pulling your panties to the side; too lazy to take them off. “Condom?” He asked with a dumbass confused look on his face. “When have we ever used one seungcheol.” You replied, annoyance heavy in your tone. He shrugged and pointed out he was just making sure before teasingly placing his tip right at your entrance. And he did it over and over again until you finally snapped.

“Christ Seungcheol can you just-” You started but were cut off by him finally sliding in. Both of you let out synchronized moans, your grip on the sheets tightening, while cheol gripped your hair to make you look up at the mirror that was conveniently placed in front of the bed. “Look at you taking me so well princess” His pace picking up with every other word.

Cheol wasn’t exactly big, but he knew exactly what to do to make you lose your mind. Between the angles, hair tugging, and shit talking (and some praising here and there), he had you damn near crying and screaming out broken mantras of cuss words and his name, the occasional whiny “please” getting thrown in there as well. Eventually you felt yourself getting close to the edge, the pleading getting even worse than before.

“God Cheolie please i’m so close” You whined, not sure how much longer you could last. Snaking his hand underneath you, Cheol went back to rubbing your clit, keeping his same pace. “Cmon baby, what’s stopping you?” He taunted in your ear before he twitched inside you. he was close but refused to cum before you did. “I’m sorry baby but I wanna see your face when you cum..” and just like that, Cheol flipped you so you were on your back. Rolling your eyes, you responded “I thought that’s what the mirror was for.”

“Something like that but it’s better to see it up close” He smirked as his hips started back up. it was like he hadn’t skipped a beat, your orgasm still so close that you could almost taste it. Cheol fucked into you with one of your legs over his shoulder, occasionally dipping down to kiss on your neck. “Holy fuuck Seungcheol” You moaned out. You had about 30 seconds left in you before you started seeing stars, nails digging into any part of his skin that you could find. Cheol groaned at the sensation getting closer to the edge as time went on. “Want me to-” He couldn’t even finish his question before you cut him off with an immediate yes.

“Right there oh my g-” Your sentence was cut short by your second orgasm of the night hitting you like a truck. The heat flowed from your spine to the tips of your fingers, back arching off of the bed from the pleasure. Cheol fucked you through your high, his orgasm following shortly after, almost making him go limp from how aggressive it was. He eventually pulled out and laid next to you, kissing your temple and making sure you were okay as he pulled you into his arms. “You feeling ok princess?”

“I feel sweaty, weak and partially sore” To be fair it had been a month since your last hook up. Cheol stood up, pulled up his boxers and picked you up to carry you to the bathroom without another word.

“All im hearing is round two in the shower!”

“I cannot stand you.”

When you woke up, the sun was coming through slits between the black curtains in the master bedroom, a slight breeze coming from the window furthest from the bed. Your body was sore and you could only imagine how many hickeys were left on your body; more specifically how many did Cheol forget were in noticeable places. They would serve as simple reminders of last night, how aggressive he could be at times, following up with a soft side right after. So it was no surprise when you were given a massage and coddled to sleep by Cheol after such a rough time. The thought of it made you blush, shaking your head to brush off the images replaying.

Adjusting a bit in the bed, you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone; at least you tried to before a certain someone snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Tryna fuck and roll on me hm?” He asked while placing a light peck on your shoulder.

Giggling at Cheol’s clinginess, you turned to face him while he kept his grip on your waist. “To be fair, I didn’t exactly plan on staying the night sir. And don’t worry, I was just checking my phone.” It was almost guaranteed that your friends had texted and called trying to figure out where you were and if you were ok. I mean it wasn’t abnormal for you to leave before they did, but you usually left some type of message for them. Somebody must’ve distracted you last night…

“You weren’t gonna stay?? But I was going to make breakfast for us!” Cheol responded with a fake pout. If you didn’t vividly remember last night, his face would’ve made you think he was a little angel. You knew better though. “Woah woah. Decent sex and free food? Why are you still laying here shoo go cook bro.”

“Just decent!?” He replied, holding an offended hand to his chest. You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he was, especially since you said it just to get under his skin. But before you knew it, Cheol was on top of you. The sight looking all too familiar, you stopped laughing and hit his shoulder. “Go cook, I’m hungry”

“Tell me it was better than decent and I’ll make you a breakfast for a queen”

Oh it was. But you weren’t telling him that.

“Mmmm it was aight” you replied, holding back your laugh. It was killing you, but you had to play with him justttt a little bit.

Cheol slightly shrugged and adjusted himself above you. “Then I’ll remind you how much noise you were making last night. Breakfast will come after you do”

Your eyes widened in shock. Oh this. This was not in the plans-

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doiliedaze · 25 days ago

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Apple Of My Eye: part 3

Warnings: anxiety, mini anxiety attack, talking about being raped, road-trip, girlfriends who aren’t girlfriends who’re obviously girlfriends who become official girlfriends, lost losers who somewhat hold each other accountable, reassurance, first kiss, cuddling, reader forces Abby to get a matching piercing (if your partner really doesn’t want something don’t force them that shit ain’t cute), rambles of affection

Genre: fluff, angst

A/n: I strongly suggest that if the themes above are too much than don’t read! I’ve never written an anxiety attack but I researched and paid attention to what people have talked about as positive representation of what an actual anxiety attack feels like. I’ve only experienced mild anxiety so I’ll tie in my own personal experiences just to flesh it out. I’m not tying in my own personal experiences with rape hence why I’ll be using they/them referring to the person and I’ll be keeping the details vague in certain areas. I wanted this to be four parts but I was starting to feel like I was stretching it so last part dolls🎉

1 , 2 , 3

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Atlanta.

I thought I’d never be back in this horrid city. There’s a lot that it has to offer but it can suck your soul; it definitely took mine.

Abby is still running I can see it in her eyes, but who am I to judge I’m just the same.

She suggested staying with my family but I don’t even want them to know I’m here. Thank the heavens she knew not to push and we stayed in a hotel. I’ve actually been to this one before. It was for a birthday party!

There are some memories here I’d hold onto but one shadows the others.

Abby’s gently shakes me as she notices I’m zoning out, “what’s on your mind sugar?”

Her words alone make me tear up, “im just ready to get these five days over with.” Her fingers gently move up to hold my cheek, “we don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.”

“That’ll be too easy!” I sigh as I lay back. I can tell my attitude is off-putting but my energy is drained. Running is all I’ve done, so to just spend a couple days here will prove something to myself. That I can live again.

Abby lays on me, her presence comforting me. My hands graze her back slowly as I try not to sniffle.

“You don’t have to prove anything y’know?” She whispers as her fingers entangle with mine.

“I know” I mumble biting my lip, “but I want to…”

“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You try so hard at everything you do even if you’re uncomfortable! I know it’s corny to say but it’s true.”

I chuckle slightly, “you sound like you’re on a tv show” she snorts, “my advice is that bad?” I nod knowing regardless her advice always makes my chest feel warm. “Seriously though thank you” I wipe my eyes and squeeze her hand. “You’re welcome” she whispers and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

A warm smile spreads across my face, “let’s go see Atlanta.”

With that came a whirlwind of me dragging Abby everywhere like a lost puppy. She gets distracted by everything and especially if it’s something to read. At times her spacial awareness can be low to say the least.

I showed her so many of the places I use to hang-out at! We were roaming the whole day and I almost forgot about all my anxieties.

Atlanta truly shines in the night, despite all the hooka smoke and bad weed lingering in the air.

“Wanna do something impulsive?” I say, as we sit at a red light on the way back to hotel. She hums in response slightly turning her head to me. She’s so serious when she drives.

“Let’s get matching piercings!” She laughs in my face, her stoic expression melting away. “Absolutely not!”

That absolutely not turned into her squeezing the life out of my hand as it was her turn to get her belly buttoned pierced. She looks at me and mouths, “I could almost hate you” and I mouth back, “you never could” and she chuckles.

“See that wasn’t that bad!” I say as we walk out, “my stomach feels like it’s paralyzed!”

“You’re so dramatic!”

“Says the queen of drama please!” She rolls her eyes and she struggles to get the keys out her pocket.

“Says the girl who forced me to go Seattle and cried in the rain?”

“Too soon” she laughs as she gets into the car slowly. I was about to get into the car when I felt the need to turn around. My body felt like there was eyes boring into the back of me so sneaking I peak over my shoulder.

Dread fills my chest. It looks like them but I’m not sure. I don’t want to stare to be sure. My body betrays me as it doesn’t move. My knees feel my jelly and my heart is thumping in my throat. I feel a twitch in my fingers and my eyes burn.

It doesn’t take Abby to realize I’m not in the car and she comes in my line of sight. She moves to hold my shoulders and in an instant it feels as though my body will operate with me instead of against me.

Shakily I back away, “I’m okay just don’t touch me please” instantly she puts her hands up and says. “Did something happen?” I just shake my head no and get in the car.

The ride back was silent and swift. Her eye peeking over at me any chance she got. I am trying to keep my breathing even and gnawing at my cuticles.

As soon as we entered the room, I head into the bathroom to splash some water on my face.

I felt like a freak, like I just ruined the day. Hell this whole trip! I couldn’t even realize I started crying until I felt Abby wrap herself around me.

Typically this sudden touch would send me in a frenzy but at this moment it’s what I need. I wrap my arms around hers and squeeze with all my might.

My eye line is blurry and my head is pounding. All the emotions I’ve been holding is getting stuck in my throat like vomit. My legs give out and she sits us on the floor. Sobbing I curl into her.

Her scent, that scent I become so enchanted by now feels like a safety net. Her breathing soothes me as I blink away tears and try to match it. Moments like this I wish I could nuzzle into pumpkins soft fur or rub biscuits head to calm myself down.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She whispers when she sees I’ve calmed down. In total honesty I don’t but I should.

“Abby I-” was all I could get out before a sense of shame washed over me. I’ve never talked about this with anyone in great detail. My worst fear is her view of me shifting…or mine of hers. What if she thinks I deserved it? What if she hurts me too? It’s not in her character but I didn’t think the same about them at first.

“We don’t have to right now…or ever okay?”

Quickly I shake my head no, “I want to just…this is new okay?”

She gives me a curt nod. I let the silence fill the room until I felt the weight lift a little.

“There was a person…who looked like someone I use to know.” I say as I tuck my head into her slightly but not enough to where she wouldn’t be able to hear me.

“That person and I were close. I would go to them about everything and we’d talk everyday. They just became apart of my routine. Now as you know I don’t like to drink it just doesn’t make me feel good.” I pause as I felt a ramble about to come and she gave me a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

“One night we were at their place and we were on the couch, huddled up which wasn’t new for us. They kept suggesting to try this drink, and that drink. At first I really didn’t want to but I took a different sips then my stomach just started to hurt. Obviously I didn’t have enough to get drunk not even tipsy but it made me feel weird. I couldn’t really understand why because I don’t know my limits with alcohol. Regardless I expressed this and they suggested for me to go lay down; which I did. Next thing I know they are on top of me and…well after that I isolated myself. Everywhere reminded me of something and I couldn’t take it anymore! So I prayed and prayed for an answer on what to do and then my pops wanted to stop running the farm. It was my opportunity to start over!”

I move out of her arms so I could sit up and face her, “I understand that it wasn’t my fault and I shouldn’t have internalize it and project it onto Atlanta or anyone trying to be something in my life but I…I just didn’t have the strength and I so desperately want it Abs.”

There was a slew of emotions across her face. She took a deep breath struggling to find her words. “There’s strength in getting away. Trauma can haunt you in unspeakable ways, there’s no weakness in knowing when to walk away.”

There was a silence that fell over us…again. “So…it wouldn’t be horrible if we leave?”

“No sugar, you came back and you tried. That’s all that matters.” She said as we both slowly rise.

We were silent packing up and signing out. The wind howls as we settled into the car. This time leaving Atlanta doesn’t feel as bad. Like Abby said I tried and that’s what mattered. I finally got a part of it off my chest. With that and the hum of the radio, I was lulled to sleep.

The drive is long, it’s almost twelve hours and Abby is persistent on not letting me drive. I’m fine with that as long as we take stops! We don’t stop in Alabama but we do stop in New Orleans.

Definitely stocked up on food and gave us an idea for a later trip!

The pit stops to clean our piercings were definitely a highlight in my book!

When we arrive back at the house it was mid afternoon and my grandpa knew we were coming so he prepared a meal for us.

He stayed with us till nightfall and I felt a weight of awkwardness fall over us. We’ve talked about everything besides where we stand together.

If there’s only one thing I learned on this trip, it’s that I’m braver than I think. We’re on our spot, cuddled up on the porch swing.

As I was going to talk so did she. We erupt into laughter and smiles. She wraps her arm around me slowly and I grab her hand to let her know she can hold me tight.

“So…I guess we both have something to say?” I say looking up at her. “You should go first.” Her cheeks red and her gaze soft.

“I think you need to go first, you look like you’re gonna explode with anxiety!” I nuzzle my face against her hand.

She swallows slowly before saying, “I like you…a lot and I would love for you to give me a chance? I’d understand more now than ever if you don’t feel the same way or-”

I cut the poor thing off by kiss her gently. I place my free hand on her chest pulling her collar some. Abby’s shoulders drop and her fingers entangle into mine.

Her lips are soft and her kiss is timid. When I move to pull away her face follows mine. Her eyes wide with an unwavering gaze.

“Is that a yes or?”

“Yes Abby of course!” I laugh, “I’d never just kiss you if it wasn’t!”

“You never know it could’ve been a trail kiss!”

“That’s not a thing…”

“Says who? I could see that being a thing.”

I roll my eyes at her nervous ramble excuse of flirting. It’s corny but it works on her.

As the stars peek out more and more and the air whistles, I relax myself into the arms I never knew would become my safety.

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A/n: dolls this series was so emotional for me to write (hence why it took forever for me to get this one done) and I just hope someone enjoyed it and found some comfort in it🫶🏿

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos

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redsrooftopprincess · 8 months ago

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Drugs HCs

Warnings: alcohol, marijuana, pills, nicotine

@ninnosaurus inspired me, so here's a few headcanons about the boys relationships to intoxicants.

Leo

Alcohol.

Doesn't drink much. A cup of sake with Dad on special occasions, and occasionally he'll have a glass of wine with April if he's over at their apartment, but it slows him down and makes him feel like too many things are out of his control.

Nicotine.

Keeps a pack of cigarettes squirreled away in a hollowed out brick on the roof of the garage. Occasionally, he'll stay out late on patrol and smoke while watching the sunrise before heading inside. Raphael will sometimes join him, especially when they're trying to work something out, either interpersonally or with a mission. Don and Mikey don't know.

Marijuana.

Never. It dulls his senses and makes him slow, sending his anxiety through the roof. Paranoia is a real problem when he smokes weed, so he just doesn't. He also HATES the smell.

Other/Misc.

Used to look at addicts with contempt as weak and lazy, until he got stuck by a needle while stopping a mugging. He never found out what was in that needle, and he wishes he could forget what it felt like, because there's a part of him that would hunt down every dealer in the city to feel that way again. Now he makes a point to drop addicts off in front of rehab facilities instead of police stations.

Raph

Alcohol.

He'll drink pretty much whatever. When given the choice, he's a whiskey guy. Usually neat unless he's got company.

Nicotine.

Had a pretty bad habit as a teen, gave Leo his first cigarette, but has since kicked it. Occasionally he'll have a cigarette with Leo before bed or by himself after a particularly satisfying ass-kicking, but it's by no means a habit.

Marijuana.

Hell. Yes. You mean he *doesn't* have to be in a fuckton of pain, *and* he can get his mind to shut the fuck up for a little while? He doesn't get to do it often, but he'll smoke if he has a night off, or he'll head down the south tunnels and smoke with Mikey if he notices little bro's depression is getting the best of him. He's not shy about smoking in his room. Especially if he's trying to annoy Leo.

Other/Misc.

The healthist of the four when it comes to substances. As a teen, he had a minor substance problem, but he grew out of that. Tried pills once, hoping they would help with his pain, and ended up puking in the bathroom for three hours. He decided the pain was better. Also takes a LOT for anything to effect him.

Donnie

Alcohol.

Microbrews. He makes his own.

Nicotine.

Occasionally. He'll bum one off Raph when he's really stressed out.

Marijuana.

He and Mikey are working on developing a strain that is strong enough for them to not have to smoke an entire bowl, it's more of a brotherly pet project than anything else. He has to test each batch to keep records, of course. Beyond that, he'll occasionally smoke in the lab when he wants to get more creative than logical with what he's working on.

Other/Misc.

Adderall. RARELY, but he keeps a bottle in the lab. He hates the crash, but sometimes his brain just wants to focus on too many things at once, and he needs to work on something important.

Mikey

Alcohol.

Keeps a bottle of Jameson in his room for the nights when his depression is just too loud, so he can drink himself unconscious. It usually takes more than the bottle. Sometimes he's tired enough that he gets lucky. Outside of that he drinks occasionally, but really doesn't like the taste.

Nicotine.

Hates the taste of cigarettes, but owns a hooka and has a great shisha supplier on tap. Will occasionally host hookah sessions with appetizers and drinks when he's feeling super social. Even Splinter joins them occasionally.

Marijuana.

Yes.

Other/Misc.

Has, by far, the most unhealthy relationship with substances and has tried most of the party drugs out there. However, he's got hard limits on the harder drugs. LSD is by far his favorite, but he only takes it once every couple of months.

Bonus! Splinter

Alcohol.

Sake on special occasions, but he really likes this fizzy lemonade drink Michaelangelo handed him once while at a party. Occasionally one happens to appear in, and then disappear from, the refrigerator. The boys don't ask questions.

Nicotine.

Cigarettes are a hard no. The smell sticks to his fur and he hates it. If the boys smoke he makes them shower as soon as they come inside. He will, however smoke hookah with company when he's feeling up to it.

Marijuana.

Mikey convinced him to try it for his arthritis. He smokes in the evening before bed. Leo doesn't say anything.

Other/Misc.

He knows. Of course he knows. However, he only recently discovered Michelangelo's drinking problem. He is currently meditating on the best way to approach him about it.

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