#FOR THE SHAME OF BEING YOUNG DRUNK AND ALONE. TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND A TRANSMITTER RADIO

[monstroso]

dial drunk by noah kahan on repeat for the 708th time on the graveyard shift at work save me.

[oraclesandomens]

My latest hyper-fixation is “Dial Drunk” by Noah Karan ft. Post Malone.

I’m not very good at long form story-telling but I have a MIGHTY NEED. And it is a might, mighty need.

We’ll see how this goes…

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

and the dial tone is all i have btw. if you even care.

[ybcpatrick]

i cannot wait for the deluxe version of stick season by noah kahan to come out on friday i need to hear all of dial drunk so FUCKING BAD

[bronzebtch]

i am sleepy but coherent enough to want to ask: modern au where both our muses are exes who everyone assumed broke off “mutually” and theres “no hard feelings” but they are actually still a lot of feelings left, unresolved and sitting in a tension that both of them locked away, until one of them is in the ER or in prison, and the other is the emergency number despite all these years

[childrenofcain-if]

Ignore this if it'll be too much of a spoiler but can we get a glimpse into the songs D is going to write for MC? I'm already on my 🛐 for this Texan rockstar

don’t tell D i let y’all look into their lyric notebook/demo tapes but:

RISK

god, i’m actually invested haven’t even met them watch this be the wrong thing classic

god, i’m jumping in the deep end it’s more fun to swim in heard the risk is drowning, but i’m gonna take it

i’m gonna bend till i break and you’ll be my favorite mistake i wish you could hold me here, shaking you’re the risk, i’m gonna take it why aren’t you here in my bedroom? hopelessly boring without you too soon to tell you “i love you”

you’re the risk, and i’m gonna take it

MESS IT UP

did i fall out of line when i called you? when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to how could i think that all that i gave you was enough? cause every time i get too close i just go mess it up

i keep thinking maybe if you let me back in we could make it better, breaking every habit pull myself together you could watch it happen let it happen

HATE TO BE LAME

it’s always on the tip of my tongue i read an article on the internet told me that that’s how you know you’re falling in love don’t really trust what’s on the internet but maybe just this once

hate to admit but it might be true hate to admit but i think you knew hate to be lame but i might love you

DIAL DRUNK

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown in the name of someone i no longer know for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone traffic lights and a transmitter radio

i don’t like that when they threw me in the car i gave your name as my emergency phone call honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up i dial drunk, i’ll die a drunk, i’ll die for you

[duckishcoolish]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

[stuffnthangsss]

Gravity Falls x Songs Pt. 4: "Dial Drunk" & Stan Pines

Why do Noah Kahan's songs work with Ford & Stan so well?

I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out So I ain't takin' any fault Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it, whatever It's all the same, anyways

So y'all know those aus where Stan calls Ford via payphone and doesn't hang up, right? Right.

Stan promising to himself (and Ford) to forget Ford but his inhibitions lowering as he's drunk in one of the states he's not banned in. Stan drunk and wondering where things went wrong, who he is, who he used to be, who's to blame etc. "Am I half the man I used to be?" "Am I honest still? (the implied "was I ever?")"

The subsequent disregarding of the answers to those questions "I doubt it" but "whatever." It doesn't matter.

The intoxication making his emotions intensify and logic/reasoning leave, leaving him with the pain for Ford blaming him for every thing.

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown In the name of someone I no longer know For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone Traffic lights and a transmitter radio I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

Stan fighting his way through life, in the name of Ford, for Ford. Whether he wants to recognize that or not. Ford being someone he no longer knows.

Stan young, drunk, and alone in his car for the good part of 10 years.

Stan would have Ford as his emergency contact. Ford not picking up, a more likely scenario than you want to think. Outsiders thinking Ford of being harsh for a mistake from a decade ago. Stan dials drunk, thought he genuinely might die a drunk. Stan willing to die for Ford, no question behind it.

I'm untetherin' from the parts of me you'd recognize From charmin' to alarmin' in seconds I'll be bedridden, I'll let the pain metastasize But that's mornin', I'll forget it And the dial tone is all I have

Stan changing so damn much in the 10 years he's been on his own, whether or his own doing or not. Stan, the business man "charmin'" Pines. Stan, the young, reckless, dealt with a harsh hand, unwell "alarmin'" Pines. Detaching himself from the parts Ford’d recognize.

TW: Sui Attempt. Stan after an attempt, "bedridden," he'd let the pain spread instead of caring for himself, telling himself he'll forget it, it's fine.

Don't think of a dial tone being all that Stan has of Ford. 😄

I beg you, sir, just let me call I'll give you my blood alcohol I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back "Son, are you a danger to yourself?" Fuck that, sir, just let me call I'll give you my blood alcohol I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back "Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

And I said I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown In the name of someone I no longer know (I no longer know) For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone Traffic lights and a transmitter radio I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you

Stan begging the cops after either an attempt or getting arrested, aka trouble, that Ford'll pick up. The cops asking him if he's a danger to himself and Stan not caring at that point in his life. "I'll kiss the badge"–stretch but Stan doing things without his full consent to get out of trouble.

The cops asking why he's hurting himself like this, relying on someone that ain't gonna pick up.

[stood-onthecliffside]

son are you a danger to yourself??? FUCK THAT SIR JUST LET ME CALL. I WILL GIVE YOU MY BLOOD ALCOHOL I WILL ROT WITH ALL THE BURNOUTS IN THE CELL. I WILL CHANGE MY FAITH I WILL KISS THE BADGE. LET'S WAIT SHE WILL CALL ME BACK. SON WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF? and i said i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown... in the name of someone i no longer know.... for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone traffic lights and a transmitter radio. i don't like that when they threw me in the car... i gave your name as my emergency phone call... honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up. I DIAL DRUNK I WOULD DIE A DRUNK I WOULD DIE FOR YOU.

[lupeloto]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that, when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

Well, I'd die for you

whatever you do, don’t! think about mickey milkovich when listening to “Dial Drunk” by Noah Kahan. DO NOT DO IT!!!

[thewolvesof1998]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown (826, T)��

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you"

-Dial Drunk, Noah Kahan

_______________________________________

Eddie rubs at the knuckles on his right hand, pressing into the raw and bruised skin, relishing in the ache. It settles the rage that simmers just below his skin, grounding him in the now, ending the constant replay of why he was sitting in a jail cell. He let out a long groan, leaning his elbows on his knees and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stupid. Stupid. So fucking Stupid. What was he going to do? He could lose his job, what if Christopher had seen him do that? What kind of example is he setting for his kid? Fuuuuuckkkkk.

He pushes upright, his left hand rubbing at bruises again, trying to ground himself again.

He almost jumps out of his skin when the door of the cell opens, revealing a uniformed cop. He wonders briefly if he should ask for Athena but dismisses it, whatever Athena knows, Bobby knows and he really doesn’t want this getting back to his captain. He's already screwed up enough already for one day, hell a year even.

“Diaz, time for your phone call,” The cop says

Eddie nods, stands on solid legs that want to shake, spine straight, chin up, just like they taught him. He follows the cop to a phone that wouldn’t have looked out of place in his childhood home. He lets out a breath before stepping up to it, receiver to his ear, pressing the first few numbers, finger hovering over the next, twitching to punch in the rest of the number that is burned into his brain. One that he doesn’t think he will ever forget, even with how unnecessary it is nowadays to memorise a number.

His heart drops, and his jaw aches from how hard he’s grinding his teeth. Rage, like a broken window to an oxygen-deprived room that’s already in flames, explodes within him and almost takes him out. He resists the urge to slam the phone’s receiver into the wall until it's just fragments of plastic that dig into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. He breathes through his nose and then out of his mouth and repeats that until he gets himself under control.

He had been about to call Buck. His body had betrayed him, had automatically started to dial his best friend, who he can’t even talk to because of the stupid fucking lawsuit.

Eddie closes his eyes, seeing what could have happened if he hadn’t stopped himself. The phone rings and rings and in his own anger he could almost picture Buck sending it to voice mail but he knows, he knows that Buck would always pick up.

Lawsuit or not. Buck would always pick up for Eddie.

He could almost hear Buck’s voice, the uncertain whisper of his name, a little breathless in surprise and nerves...

“Go for Buck,” Buck says in his usual cheery voice, of course, he wouldn’t recognise this number.

Eddie tries to swallow around the lump in his throat, but it doesn’t work, “Buck,” he says his voice rough and filled with too many unsaid emotions.

"Eddie? Is Chris-“ The cheerfulness was replaced with surprise and then anxious concern. Of course, Buck would think Eddie was calling because of Chris, that Chris would have to be hurt or in trouble before Eddie would reach out to his best friend. How did they get to this point?

“He’s fine, I- uh”

“Eddie, what is it?”

"I need you…” Shit, that’s not what he had meant to say, he clears his throat, “Can you post bail for me?”

"Eddie,” he says concern dripping from his voice, Eddie can almost picture the crease between his brows. Eddie’s fingers flex with the urge to smooth it away, not that he had ever allowed himself to do that even before everything.

“Please Buck” He begs, he knows they haven’t talked in so long but he needs-he needs Buck.

“Of course Eddie, anything for-”

A throat clears itself next to Eddie, he opens his eyes and realises he has just been standing there with his eyes closed for who knows how long. He can feel the flush of his cheeks as he puts down the receiver and picks it back up, dials a number he hopes he gets right. It rings and rings…

“Hello”

“Bosko, I- uh- It's Eddie, I'm at the police station downtown could you come and-uh-bail me out of jail?”

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[azrantimes]

Romeo and Dial drunk??

Aka me relating every Noah Kahan song to & Juliet

"I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now"

Juliet killing herself was supposed to be the end of the play. The end of Romeo and Juliet, as people. Their relatives would move on, and Shakespeare would write another tragedy. The tale of two lovers would be forgotten, if it wasn't for Anne.

"But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk"

Romeo is dead, or was. He doesn't know. All he knows is that he has to get to his wife, who rains on his parade by announcing her engagement, and he's banished from the wedding. He still manages to sneak in, a dumb act for love, something you'd do if you were drunk.

"And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out"

The poison that ends all. All Romeo could see was a dead Juliet and a vial of poison, there was only one solution in his eyes.

"So I ain't takin' any fault"

"I forgive you." Romeo doesnt hate Juliet, he loves her too much, but she doesn't love him back. Someone who loves you would kill themselves for you. He acted out of love, not out of rationality, he couldn't have known she was still alive.

"Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?"

Who is Romeo Montague besides his imago? How can he be his real self if he doesn't know who he is? He wants to be better, for Juliet, but he can't even fight for her until the quill breaks. He hasn't moved on since he woke up, but Juliet apparently has, so has he changed that much by dying?

"I doubt it, forget about it, whatever"

Juliet is marrying Frankie and he can't do anything except letting her go. He's alive! He should be celebrating and moving on! Juliet deserves that.

"It's all the same, anyways"

Romeo and Juliet are destined to die next to eachother over and over again. It can't be rewritten.

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown"

Romeo isn't a fighter, he's a lover, but love is like a drug. Love can make you do crazy things. He didn't want to kill Tybalt, but he had no choice, right?

"In the name of someone I no longer know"

He's banished. He lost the love of his life, twice. He can't go anywhere. Everything he loves has been taken from him. Everyone he fought for wouldn't fight for him.

"For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone"

He's alone. He has been alive for less than 20 years and never felt like he was actually living. He's to deep in to change.

"Traffic lights and a transmitter radio"

Paris is far from Verona, but Romeo persisted, even if he didn't know Juliet's whereabouts, he wasn't stopping for anything.

"I don't like that when they threw me in the car"

I gave your name as my emergency contact"

A friendly carriage driver was his only ally. If it wasn't for him he would've never found Juliet. He didn't know what the guy's deal was but he was just as interested as Romeo himself in them getting back together.

"Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up"

Juliet didn't feel the same. Romeo felt rejected. How could she move on so fast and leave him in the dust after all he did for her? That went against his, and William's plans. He even apologized!

"I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you"

And he was sure she'd do the same.

[everythingseasoning]

“I ain’t proud of

all the punches that I’ve thrown,

In the name of someone

I no longer know,

For the shame of being young

Drunk, and alone

Traffic lights

And the transmitter radio

—I don’t like it when

they threw me in the car!

I gave your name

As my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang

Even the cops

Thought you were wrong for

Hanging up

I dial drunk, I’ll die a drunk—

I’ll die for you”

- dial drunk, Noah Kahan

[bringbacktim]

Dial drunk- Jschlatt

A noah kahan inspired jschlatt imagine , this is not proofread or edited so be warned

Sad I didn't write this after the post malone version comes out , his verse sounds so good

Warnings : mentions of breakups , alcohol, death, cops , use of y/n , one swear word

Wc: 1.6k

It was no secret that Jschlatt liked to drink , he wasn't an alcoholic or anything, but he drank more than the average person

This drinking multiple times a week and his recent break up did not mix well together at all

Most nights he would get absolutely plastered and either leave a drunk voicemail or a drunk text (both equally embarrassing for him to discover the next morning)

This night was no different, it was a lonely Saturday evening and Jambo was beginning to grow bored of only having one adult to annoy . Schlatt was done streaming for the day and just wanted to wind down so looked no further than the liquor cabinet in his kitchen

Tonight he was definitely going push the limit of how much alcohol he usually drinks without caring about the consequences because he could physically feel his heart breaking in his chest and it was clearly taking a taking a toll on the orange tabby as well

To say the breakup was messy was an understatement , if it had to be described in one song it would be 'come back be here' by taylor swift. The distance did more harm than good, obviously being in a relationship with a youtuber was hard , but having that youtuber across oceans made it nearly impossible

I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now

The alcohol was hitting hard by this point and his conscience was very much gone so the shit show that was drunk Jschlatt was going to begin

But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk

He could hear the pitter patter of the rain on the window and he thought back to how much y/n loved to cozy up on that very sofa with a hot drink when it rained , so the only logical thing to do was call her and tell her it was raining and that it reminded him of those fond memories

And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out

The liquor was making very much not care about whatever negative thing she would�� have to say on the other side of the line if she actually picked up

So I ain't takin' any fault

Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?

Obviously he wasn't going to blame the alcohol for the abrupt phone call , that was all him but not the tough guy he used to be that everyone loved . The gooey in the middle guy who doesn't know how to live without Y/n by his side

I doubt it, forget about it, whatever

It's all the same, anyways

With that saddening thought he put the phone down not even bothering to leave a voicemail because then she would know he was drunk

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

He definitely wasn't proud of all the times he had defended her name even though she ripped his heart out of his chest , stomped on it , and then shot it until you could see through to the other side

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

He doesn't remember his feet taking him out the door or walking down the street he knew her hotel and favourite bar was , but at this point it was muscle memory no matter how hard he tried to forgot it his feet could never forget his old favourite path

That wasn't the only thing his feet forgot how to do because next thing he knew a cop car was pulling up next to him asking how much he'd had to drink and to walk in a straight line (aka the most difficult task in the world at the moment)

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

Being put in the back of the aforementioned cop car was no surprise after he couldn't walk or talk even remotely like a sober person

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

"Is there anyone we can call to come get you and make sure you get home safely?" The cop turned to him and asked

"Y/n Y/l/n" he knew it was a long shot , but she was a relatively nice person

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

After about four attempts at calling the cops gave up and we're shocked that his only lifeline wouldn't come get him or even pick up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

He knew at that moment his life would stay the same for however many years he still had left, Jambo would be left at home wondering when his father would sober up and give him some attention

I'm untetherin' from the parts of me you'd recognize

From charmin' to alarmin' in seconds

He had changed too much since that last phone call and it was hard for his friends to watch , they didn't recognize him a lot of the time . Even his viewers could see he was a shell of himself

I'll be bedridden, I'll let the pain metastasize

But that's mornin', I'll forget it

He didn't care about streaming half the time and just laid in bed wishing the pain would stop spreading from his heart to everywhere else and controlling him like a little person in his head

But that's mornin', I'll forget it

And the dial tone is all I have

It usually got better once he'd actually manage to get out of bed to feed his cat etc , but he couldn't bear to stop calling just to listen to the dial tone it was all he had left of y/n after all and everyone knows that old habits die hard

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

He was two seconds away from defending you to the pair of cops who didn't even disrespect you even though you just hang up on him four times

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

It was shameful to be so young and this sad over something so silly that a macho man like him shouldn't get upset over , luckily the radio kept spitting out messages so he was silenced for now

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

He was pissed about them not only man handling him , but also the fact that you wouldn't even pick up despite him having a habit of doing this , why didn't you even want to know he wasn't a danger to himself like some of your mutual friends said

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

They tried a few more times after a solid five to ten minutes incase she was busy , but still nothing.  They couldn't just let him go and have him wind up dead somehow

I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you

Well, I'd die for you

Were the only thoughts in his head at that moment , he was obviously destined to be a drunk and die from being reckless

"I beg you, sir, just let me call" he  tried to plead with them to just call once more

"I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell" he once again begged, he just needed that one more call

"I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag

Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back"  they we're growing bored of this emasculating begging routine by now

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?" The cop asked wanting to just send him home

"Fuck that, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol" 

Schlatt replied trying to bargain with the man but this was a fight he wasn't going to win

"I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge" he tried being on their side and charming them to see if he would finally get his way , but still no avail

"Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back" his voice broke as

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?" The cop asked genuinely curious why a tough guy like him was borderline crying in the back of his car

And I said

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know" with his head in his hands and nursing a water bottle he confessed to the man who was definitely confused

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

He began to question his current situation and what he deserved to end up a drunk who couldn't get over his ex who clearly didn't give a shit about him or his safety

[justagirlwhowritess]

Song: Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan (this man's album has my HEART). Lyrics in Bold

Pairing: Dabi x Fem! Reader (flashbacks in italics) (y/h/n = your hero name)

Genre: Angsty

Warning: Toxic Relationship, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, season 6 spoiler.

I'm remembering I promised to forget you now

But it's raining, and I'm calling drunk

And my medicine is drowning your perspective out

So I ain't taking any fault

Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?

I doubt it, forget about it, whatever

It's all the same, anyways

Dabi’s POV:

“I can’t do this anymore Touya!” she cried covering her hands with her face. I hate seeing her cry. “What do you mean?” The words caught her by surprise. She laughed. “I’m done. Get your shit, get out and forget about me. I can’t deal with you anymore.” her words burned. I felt the fire bubble through my chest, taking a breath as my hand started to ignite. “I will forget you. That’s a fucking promise, doll.” I spat storming out of the apartment we once shared. 

Fuck I was drunk. Sitting in the dark alleyway, fumbling between the bottle and the phone that was shattered. Thoughts from years ago plagued my thoughts. I hadn’t forgotten about her. How could I? I dialed the number I had memorized many years ago. She has had over a decade to change it, to move on. “Hello?” Her sweet voice came through the speaker. She didn’t know the number. Being a villain has its perks I guess. “I miss you.” I slurred into the phone. She groaned. “This, again?” I couldn't see her but I can tell that she is pinching the bridge of her nose. “You don’t miss me. You’re drunk Toyua.” She hung up. This isn’t my fault. She kicked me out. It wasn’t the first time. Wouldn’t be the last. I dialed the number once more. It went to voicemail. I drunkenly tried to collect my thoughts. “Y/n please answer the phone. Do you still think I'm honest? Half the man I was when we were growing up? Please pick up.” I finished the bottle and struggled to open the other, shoving the phone into my pocket. I’m not letting this go. I’m not forgetting her.

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car 

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

“Touya, leave him alone, he didn’t do anything!” She was trying to stop me from beating the shit out of her prom date. I had dumped her about a month ago and she dared to take someone else. He got handsy and I couldn’t control myself. She looked like she needed saving. “No. You asked him to stop. He didn’t.” I spat, throwing another punch. Wouldn’t be the first time I've thrown a punch for this girl and it wouldn’t be the last. “Touya please, that's enough. I’ll go with you, just please let’s get out of here.” She pleaded. I took her hand in mine, the mascara was running down her face. I ruined her night, I can tell, but she would never admit it.

Looking back I probably could have controlled myself better, considering I hardly know her anymore. I stood, stumbling and made my way down the street to her apartment, or the league, whichever was close. “Stop” A booming voice called. Cops fuck. I tried to get away, feeling more drunk than I had just a moment ago. I ended up in the backseat of the car. “Hey, shithead, don't I get a phone call?” I cursed. He grunted but obliged anyway. “Who do you wanna call, asshole?” he spat. “Y/h/n” I mumbled, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “You want me to call a pro hero to come pick your drunken, villain ass up?” He asked. I nodded shuffling to get my phone out of my pocket to give him the number. “She’s my emergency contact. She always will be.” I huffed. He put the phone on speaker, it rang and rang. “Hello?” the voice gumbled tiredly. I must have woken her up. “Y/n. I need you to come get me, I got locked up. Please.” I hiccuped, the car starting to spin. “Fuck you, Dabi. I hope you fucking rot.” She spat and hung up. “Damn dude, that’s cold. What did you do to her?” The cop laughed. I shook my head. “Too much..Let me call her again.” I spat once we reached the station. The cop begrudgingly agreed. The phone rang and rang. She wasn’t picking up this time.

I'm untethering from the parts of me you'd recognize

From charming to alarming in seconds

I'll be bedridden, and I'll let the pain metastasize

But that's morning, I'll forget it

And the dial tone is all I have

“It’s like I don’t even recognize you anymore!” She pleaded with me as I had gotten locked up again. She came to pick me up without complaint again and again. “Doll, do we have to do this now?” I grunted. “Yes. We do.” She was curt, shoving me into the passenger seat, I drunkenly stumbled but sat anyway, feeling the hangover start to settle in. “Doll, I can’t even see straight.” I hiccuped. She rolled her eyes. “You always do this. I tried to ignore it but I can’t anymore. It’s becoming alarming.” Her tone softened, rubbing the back of my burned hand with her soft thumb. She sighed. “We have to talk about it eventually, Touya.” her words lingered in the air, only to be forgotten in the morning.

The dial tone is all I get of her now. I miss her screaming at me to be a better person. 

I'd die for you

I beg you, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith I'll praise the flag

Let's wait I swear she'll call me back

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

Fuck that, sir just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith I'll kiss the badge

Let's wait I swear she'll call me back

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

“Give me one more call. I don’t want to sit in this fucking cell all night.” I spat in an almost pleading tone. I would change it all for her. “We need your blood alcohol to come down before we release you, but we can’t check because you threaten to burn us alive if we get close.” The cop’s attitude had returned. “Let me call her, I will let you have my blood alcohol. I'll even sit in the cell with the rest of these idiots. Just let me call her one more time.” I sounded fucking pathetic, but I knew I could ware her down. She would crumble and come and get me, like she used to. The alcohol has my head swirling but I know I can convince her to come get me, she still loves me, she’s loved me forever. I love her. The cop sighs and hands me my phone. Drunkenly I dial her number for the 5th or 6th time tonight. No answer. I sighed holding the phone to my chest. She will call back. “Son, are you going to hurt yourself?” The cop asked, I felt my burnt tear ducts try to do something. Let’s not cry blood right now. “No. Don’t be fucking stupid. She’s gonna call me back.” The cop rolled his eyes. “Give me the phone. Why do you do this to yourself?” I shook my head, refusing orders, adding that to the charge list with being drunk and disorderly. “She will call me back.” I said with more confidence. Thankfully, she didn’t make me out to be a liar. “Y/n” I picked up on the second ring. “What police station are you at?” She demanded. I smirked, I knew I would get her to crumble. She always has. I gave her the location. “Give me 10 minutes.” She hung up before I could respond. 

The 10 minutes were achingly slow, until she appeared, disheveled, hair a mess, in pajamas, last night's makeup hadn’t been washed off her face, she had been crying, over me, again. She looked beautiful. “Is he free to go, officer?” She asked curtly. The cop looked shocked. “Uh yeah, just keep him inside the rest of the evening.” He unlocked the cell. I was more sober now than when I had gotten here just hours ago. “Get in the fucking car, Dabi.” “Yes ma’am.” I replied, moving past her outside of the station. I got in the car and she just stared at me. “I love you y/n” I whispered, cupping her cheek. “I love you Touya.”

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

[lesbianboyfriend]

I AINT PROUD OF ALL THE PUNCHES THAT IVE THROWN IN THE NAME OF SOMEONE I NO LONGER KNOW FOR THE SHAME OF BEING YOUNG DRUNK AND ALONE TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND A TRANSMITTER RADIO I DONT LIKE THAT WHEN THEY THREW ME IN THE CAR I GAVE YOUR NAME AS MY EMERGENCY PHONE CALL HONEY IT RANG AND RANG EVEN THE COPS THOUGHT YOU WERE WRONG FOR HANGING UP ILL DIAL DRUNK ILL DIE A DRUNK ILL DIE FOR YOU!!!!!