#getting out of your uber at 3am after trying not to throw up for the past 45 minutes

[crowlixcx]

Crowley, you can't do 90 miles per hour in Central London.

[marlenesluv]

lando + babysitting his drunk girlfriend

note: i love this sm. as someone that is usually the one babysitting my friends, this would melt my heart if someone did that for me fr, and lando would 100% be the one. also feel free to send headcannon ideas! :)

type: headcannon

۵ about every few weeks or so, you went out with the other wags to go clubbing without your boyfriends. yes, you loved your boyfriends, but they loomed and interfered quite a bit.

۵ so going out as a group was easier, not to mention that you all wanted to gossip.

۵ you told lando you were going with charlotte, isa, lily, carmen, kika, kelly, and laila. which was a bigger group than normal. usually it was just you, charlotte, isa, and kika, but everyone else was free!

۵ like always, you sent lando the location of the club, and turning on live location as well, just in case.

۵ while you were out with your girls, getting absolutely shitfaced, lando was at home watching friends reruns to try to ease his mind.

۵ lando knew you needed to go out with your friends without him, and he was fine with that, he just wanted you to be safe, and when you’re drunk?… you never know.

۵ after about five shots and four martinis, you knew you were drunk, too drunk to drive, and so was everyone else.

۵ at around 3am, kika called pierre and he came and picked her up, along with charlotte since he had been hanging out with charles.

۵ at 3:30am, lily threw up once in the bathroom as you called alex, “hey! alexxxx!!!!” you spoke, holding lilys hair back for her.

۵ alex knew from your voice that you were calling because lily was too drunk to uber, he didn’t think that was safe. so he came and got her.

۵ kelly and laila left before at 1:30am, claiming they had work in the morning. so all that remained was you, isa, and carmen.

۵ lando had been pacing around the living room as oscar loaded up another game of call of duty, trying to get landos mind to ease up.

۵ finally, lando just left oscar at his house, grabbing his keys, a hoodie for you, some comfy uggs, and driving to the club to get you.

۵ after about twenty minutes of him resisting your attempts to get him to stay and drink, you were sat in the passenger seat of his mclaren as he drove home, his hoodie on you and your uggs now on, a nice change from the four inch heels you had on.

۵ oscar had left earlier, knowing that lando would just want to be alone with you and take care of you.

۵ when you arrived to the house, lando opened your door for you, helping you to the front door and taking you shoes off for you and helping you sit down on the couch.

۵ at first, you’re very drunk, slurring words and giggling, but once you calm down, you’re just tired, and you want your boyfriend.

۵ constant sweet guidance:

۵ “sit down, sweetheart. i’ll get you a water.”

۵ “take these advil for me, hm? can you do that? there you go, thank you, love.” and gives you a little forehead kiss as he goes and makes you toast.

۵ and when you need to throw up, lando is pattering his feet right behind you on the way to the bathroom.

۵ he holds your hair back in a make-shift ponytail, rubbing your back and whispering to you to try and soothe you.

۵ after that, he gets you more advil and puts it by the bed in case you need some when you wake up, as well as new ice water in your water bottle.

۵ he makes sure that you eat, even if it’s just dry cereal or some cheese cubes. the last thing he wants is you with an empty stomach and having the potential of being sick again :(

۵ when he crawls into bed, he turns your favorite show on as you cuddle into his side, playing with his hoodie strings as his hands comb through your hair.

۵ “how are you feeling, pretty girl?” lando would ask, looking down at you as you shrug, “m’ok. thank you for taking care of me lan.”

۵ lando would smile, “i love taking care of you, now let’s go to sleep. wake me up if you need anything, okay?” you nod

۵ ‘i love you’s are exchanged as you both fall asleep.

۵ all and all, lando is the most sweet, endearing, and protective bf, especially when you’re drunk. he just wants you to be safe, and make sure you are comfortable.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[justalildumpling]

⇢ nct dream at parties

pairing: nct dream x reader  genre: college au, crack, fluff warnings: swearing, mentions of drunkness/partying, vomiting, weed, sex (nothing explicit) word count: 1.1k

note: lowk couldn’t stop thinking about jeno playing beer pong at parties and it led to this… lmao i just realised that a lot of these dot points are based off of irl events HHAHAHAH are u guys any of the dreamies at parties?? genuine question😚😚

Mark

Is probably the host’s friend so he was at the party early, setting up the decorations and accidentally spiking the jello shots with more vodka than the recipe required so it ends up tasting like shit

That being said, he would probably be drunk by the time people start rolling in through the door due to him “taste testing” the shots

Lowkey too drunk to comprehend that people are flirting with him and accidentally dude zones them or fumbles over his words when trying to talk up a hot person (no drunk rizz)

Accidentally cockblocks someone by walking into a random room and flopping on the bed without noticing that they were doing the deed

Starts randomly telling everyone that he’s really good at cooking eggs now and that he’ll prove his improved skills (Spoiler: He either burns the eggs and makes the fire alarm go off or someone drags him away from the kitchen)

Weirdly craves cereal by the end of the night so he pours himself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and heatedly discussed with everyone whether milk or cereal should be poured first 

Renjun

I don’t see him getting piss drunk. He would probably pace his drinks well across the night so he can make sure someone haechan and chenle wouldn’t puncture a hole in the host’s wall

He would be sitting around the fireplace outside, chatting to his friends or just random mutuals about anything

Probably ends up yelling scolding one of his friends at some point (e.g. hyuck) for taking too long in the bathroom  

Calls everyone their respective Uber/partner to pick them up at 3am or tucking them into a random room to sleep

Always holding at least 2 vomit buckets after 11pm and waiting for disaster to happen (aka his friends threatening to puke on the living room floor)

Probably ends up with 10+ new followers on Instagram after every party because he literally talks to everyone and unwillingly became co-host of the party (because the original host got so wasted)

Very exhausted by the end of the night and swears to never go to one ever again (Spoiler: He does because Donghyuck drags him)

Jeno

You cannot tell me that this man would not be at the beer pong table 70% of the night, like nothing can distract this man from winning every round. A hot girl trying to fuck? Nope. Someone offering more alcohol? Nope. Jaemin is throwing up in the bathroom? Ok, maybe.

Unironically would like the taste of cheap beer (maybe he just used to the taste of it after the sheer amount he had to drink from that godforsaken game)

If he gets drunk enough he would start flexing his muscles and comparing sizes with the guys

Probably thinks he looks and acts like the sexiest person alive at that party but in reality becomes a cute little fluff ball and is babied by Jaemin whenever he sees him

He would not be aware of the volume of his voice and would start shouting everything that comes out of his mouth like Renjun could be like 5m away from him but he’d be like “JUN CAN YOU GET ME DORITOS FROM THE PANTRY” and would probably get repeatedly shushed

Ends up drunkenly walking home around 2am 

Haechan

Goes ham on pre drinks and turns up to the party ‘fashionably late’ so he can make a grand entrance

He would be holding a bottle of some sort at all times (whiskey, vodka, tequila, soju pick your poison) and chugging it by the mouth and offering it to anyone he sees and suspects to be “too sober”

responsible for 80% of the queued songs on the party playlist and would turn the living room into a rave

Ubereats KFC halfway into the night, chowing down on way too many wicked wings and stubbornly not sharing to others or if he did, would ask them to venmo him double the money required because he charges “interest”

Would throw up in a fake plant by the end of the night

Jaemin

If this party had a theme/dress code he’s the type of person to dress up as himself ⎯ like the most effort he’ll put into a costume is writing Na Jaemin on an A4 piece of paper and sticking it to his shirt

Probably only came to the party because of the food and that Jeno was going

Mans would either be the most sober one there and taking care of his friends or wasted af and doing the stupidest shit like walking into the same closed door for the tenth time and getting pissed that it wouldn’t let him through

He would probably bring his film camera and take embarrassing photos of his friends and taunting them with it like a month later when the film gets developed

Complains about the taste of alcohol but keeps drinking because he has nothing else to do

He would end up passing out face first on the ground somewhere in the house by the end of the night and scaring the host the next morning 

Chenle

Brings his own expensive ass alcohol as well as raiding the host’s stash too

Like Renjun, i also don't see him getting piss drunk but the difference is that Chenle’s goal of the night was to get black out drunk but couldn’t because his alcohol tolerance was too high

Either sitting by the fireplace being loud or running around the house and annoying people by being loud

The biggest hype man for his friends to do idiotic things (e.g. cheering hyuck on whilst he’s in the process of getting alcohol poisoning)

He would see some people smoking a joint and would join for the lols

He would be the reason for the party getting a noise complaint and the police turning up

Jisung

Probably would take him a couple hours into the party to get drunk and horrified/scared for his friends’ reputation whilst they’re drunk

But once the alcohol hits his system, he would be clinging onto his friends when drunk, wobbling around mumbling his love for everyone

If he has a crush on someone, you bet your ass he’s gonna drunk text a confession and cry when he gets rejected

Would accidentally eat someone’s pot brownies thinking it was the normal ones and being paranoid as hell for the rest of the evening

Would kiss someone jeno’s foot and wouldn’t remember it the next day until someone shows him photographic evidence

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[sunlightmurdock]

okay but your car breaks down in the middle of the night and the only person you can call is mechanic bradley 👀

Yeah bc you know that even if it’s 3am, if you call him and tell him you’re stuck, he’s going to drag his ass out of bed or off of the couch depending on where he passed out, and come to get you.

He arrives in grey sweats and a loose t-shirt, barely awake, his a fluffy curl poking out from under the backwards cap concealing his bed head, groaning, “What’d you do this time? — I told you to take it easy ‘til I could swap out the carburetor on this piece of junk.”

And you don’t really have a good enough excuse for him, you weren’t really taking it that easy. The second that he pops the hood, you know that he knows this too.

“God damn.” He exhales, shooting a quick glance towards the sky as rain starts to beat down on his back. “Sugar, this thing isn’t going anywhere tonight.”

“Fuck, really?” You grimace, trying to lean around his broad shoulders to get a look, like you even know what you’re looking for anyway.

“How ‘bout I get it towed to the shop? I’ll fix it up first thing tomorrow.”

“Shit…” You groan, throwing your head back and crossing your arms at the thought of how long this process is going to take, and it’s already so late, and your apartment is so far from Bradley’s — you’d feel awful making him drive you all the way there and back home. “Yeah… maybe I can come get it after work tomorrow. I can just uber, I guess.”

“Or,” Bradley closes the hood, rain dripping onto his t-shirt and making it cling to his toned chest. “You could take up residence at Casa Bradshaw for a night, I could take you to work tomorrow, and I’ll come get you from work.”

You scoff at the idea, then pause. You do keep those spare clothes at work, and he does look awfully good in those sweats.

[arielburrow]

California Love

description: Joe pops the question at your favorite spot in the world 🫶 (little bit of smut but not too much)

“up up up!” you shake your boyfriend awake excited to get the day started.

“Joe the plane leaves in 30 minutes, i’m going with or without you my love!” your voice trails off as you enter the bathroom packing last minute essentials. Looking around you double check to make sure everything is packed; deciding to throw in the fuzzy handcuffs last minute, cause why not?

You hear Joe’s morning groans and can’t help but smile to yourself. You loved your annual summer trips, they were always so perfect, Joe was off from football for some time now and you two really got a chance to just soak up time together. This year he wanted to take you back to California, it’s been a while since you guys have been but he knows it’s your favorite getaway spot.

“babe do you know where my grey jeans are?” Joe joins you down stairs as your pour a coffee.

You quickly turn your back to him trying not to give away the fact that you donated them to goodwill last week. “mmm no haven’t seen them, but Joe were staying on the beach anyway i don’t think you’ll need jeans.”

He pouts as he head back upstairs to grab the last of his belongings. Smiling to yourself you yell to him. “I’ll start packing the car!”

The two of you arrive to the landing strip where the jet was waiting. In all honesty you and Joe were not frequent private jet passengers, it always felt like a waste, but he insisted that we took the jet this time. Crew members greet the two of you, helping you unpack the car. Joe takes your hand as you approach the plane, the small action still bringing warmth to your body even after being with him for years.

Taking your seats, a crew member hands you a mimosa to which you graciously accept.

“Let me know if I can get you two anything else, enjoy the flight Mr. and Mrs. Burrow, we’ll be in Laguna beach before you know it.” The man finishes as he exits the main cabin. You turn your head to Joe to see his reaction to the name mix up, but his eyes are glued to the runway, hand still grasping yours. You just giggle to yourself and pull out your headphones, shuffling your playlist and lying your head on Joes shoulder. You close your eyes as you feel the plane begin takeoff and feel Joe lie a kiss on the top of your head.

“y/n we’re here” Joe nudges you awake.

“you slept for the entire flight, I was so bored.” he frowns as you two exit the plane.

“Well I was up until 3am packing your bag you swore you wouldn’t forget to pack” you respond poking him in his side.

An uber picks you both up from the airport, dropping you off at the beach resort. It was easily the most jaw dropping resort you’ve ever been to and the suite was absolutely stunning.

Dropping your bags on the floor Joe pulls you onto the balcony, “Look at this view, we can see everything!” He excitedly scans the shore line below seeming full of anticipation which kind of surprised you. Joe usually was laid back when it came to vacations and typically found a way to incorporate football into them, which he promised he was avoiding these next 3 days. He even assured you he had an itinerary in store which you were excited to see play out.

“I know it’s so beautiful, we have so much of the day left cause of the time delay, what should we do?” You both walk back inside the suite and Joe wraps his arms around you from behind.

“I could think of something.” He smirks at you in the mirror and you playfully push him off.

“No Joe not right now, later” you laugh “i need sun! The uv is 10!”

He dramatically rolls his eyes, “fine let’s go to the pool, but i can’t promise i’ll be able to help myself if you where that blue bikini.” He smirks giving you hopeful eyes.

“oh don’t you worry, i’ll wear my wet suit” you wink.

After a long day of sitting at the pool and even doing some shopping, you and Joe enjoyed a beautiful dinner overlooking the ocean. Dating Joe has obviously come with so many luxuries, but no matter how many experiences you too have, there’s just something so special about being in his presence. Knowing that no matter how busy his world gets, he always comes home to hold you through the night. It’s nights like these when you look back upon the span of your relationship and how far you two have come together, it could bring tears to your eyes just thinking about your future together.

Entering the suite, you notice a vase of flowers left upon the dresser. You smile at Joe and he brings you in for a kiss.

“You’re being so lovey dovey Joseph I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” You giggle between kisses. He unzips your dress not daring to leave your lips, pushing you back unto the mattress.

“You just look so beautiful tonight.” he purs against your neck as your dress hits the carpet. Within seconds he has you against the pillows, moving quickly down the center of your stomach with kisses. You giggle as you feel his scruff against your soft skin. you arch your back as you feel his fingers dragging across your body as he continues to leave marks along your thighs.

“Joe, please I need you baby.” You arch your back at his actions.

With that he slips a finger inside of you, causing you to moan instantly. He adds another one as he begins to thrust into you, increasing his pace.

“you like that baby?” he pushes on, knowing damn well you do.

“Yes joey please don’t stop,” Your moans only increase when he presses his tongue to your clit, lapping at your sweet juices.

You feel your orgasm building up as you tug at Joes locks. His hair was growing out so quickly and it felt like every time you had your hands in it now, it was a little longer. You gave it one hard tug which Joe expectedly moaned in response to.

“Cum for me y/n” Joe rapidly pushes into you smirking against your center.

“Oh Joe!” you yelp

As your climax hits you feel him lapping up the residue of your orgasm. He brings himself up to your lips once again, not wasting any time. The rest of the night consisted of several rounds of Joe making you scream which you couldn’t complain about.

The next morning your eyes fluttered open at the view of the sea from your balcony. You felt the rise and fall of Joes chest as you laid there for a few moments. You feel a hand run through your hair and look up with a smile to Joes morning face.

“Good morning Joey.” You stand up heading to the shower when Joe reaches out for you.

“Hey wait I have a surprise for you,” he says reaching into the end table. He pulls out a pamphlet and hands it to you. It’s a certificate for the resort spa, the best in orange county.

“Oh my gosh Joe I needed this, thank you my love.” You pull him into a hug and he smiles.

“Go pamper yourself today my love, we’re going to dinner later too.” he stands gathering some things.

“Awh, what are you going to do all by yourself today?” you feel bad realizing Joe will be on his own.

“Well…um i know i said no football…but i kind of planned to get some throwing in today, I know you wanted a football free trip but it’s only a couple hours and-”

“Joe babe it’s okay” you giggle, “I know a trip without training in unheard of. Go have fun, i’ll meet you back here later.” You kiss his check and head off to the shower.

The next few hours were absolute heaven. Filled with facials, massages, pedicures, and lots of mimosas. You felt like an entire new person walking out of the spa and hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. It was already four by the time you had left.

“Joe you here?” you call out entering the suite.

“No” he responds

“Hey you!”You join him in the little living room, sitting with him on the couch.

“Was the spa everything you dreamed of and more?” he asks pulling you into him.

“Yes it was, how was your workout?” you ask.

He pauses almost looking confused for a moment, “oh! it was good, great actually.”

“that’s good.” You snuggle into his lap, but he abruptly stands up.

“No ma’am we have a dinner to get to” he commands.

“Joe” you laugh, “where are we going?”

He leans down close to you and smiles, “cant tell you, it’s a surprise.” He kisses your cheek and walks off into your shared room.

“Joe!” you yell, “We don’t do surprises! How do i know what to wear?”

“Come look on the bed!” he yells back.

Walking into the room you smile at the gorgeous red dress he had laid out on the sheets. It was strapless and had the most perfect slit to it, you couldn’t believe he picked this out.

“And these”, Joe comes out with a pair of Prada leather slingbacks that went perfectly with the dress.

“Joe this is unreal” you respond so shocked at the gesture.

“Where are we going dressed like this?” you question again which he of course doesn’t respond to.

You slide on the dress and applied your makeup, carefully curling your hair, making sure everything was perfect. Dressed like this, nothing could be out of place. Joe joins you in the bathroom to touch up his hair and you couldn’t help but to be taken aback by the button down and slacks Joe had someone figured out how to wear. You thought for sure the Looney Tunes sweatshirt or Seinfeld sweatpants would make an appearance.

“Wow…you look fancy” you say leaning in for a kiss.

Joe gives you a wink and takes your hand, guiding you to the living room.

“Let’s take a walk before dinner, I want to see the sunset.” He says. You notice a slight change in his demeanor, not a bad one, just an unrecognizable one.

As you both slowly stroll through the resort and out to the beach, the sky becomes breathtaking. You lock arms with him and walk along the pavement adoring the view.

“Isn’t it so beautiful Joe?” You look up to him with a smile, but he just nods in return, eyes glued to something in the distance.

“You okay?” you ask, he turns his head down and smiles.

“Never better my love”

You continue the walk passing few people along the way, you figured Joe would want to turn back soon, but instead he makes a turn, leading you onto a paved path that led to the shore. You weren’t familiar with this spot but figured maybe Joe had seen it at some point. You feel him squeeze your arm a little and you giggle at the gesture. There was no one around, this felt like a little escape for the two of you, it was beautiful.

As you near the end of the pathway, you notice flowers, so many flowers. Scattered along the pavement, they picked up a bit with the wind. Each petal had its own glow with the reflection of the sunset. That warm hue the sun lets off as it ends the day reached the both of you, making you feel as if you were the only two people in the world. Distracted by the scene infront of you, you didn’t even notice that you two had stopped walking. Joe picked up a flower and put it behind your ear, bringing a blush to your cheeks. You watched his body so carefully, his face was so full of love, you just wanted to kiss him; but before you could do so, he was down on one knee.

“y/n…” he opens the top of the little velvet black box.

You couldn’t tell if your heart was racing or skipping beats.

“These past 5 years have been full of so many experiences, and the whole way you were always right there by my side, you’ve always been my person. I know I don’t always say it enough, but I love you so damn much, I wouldn’t even be close to the man I am today if it wasn’t for you. I’ve know since the beginning that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and spend every last moment with you in my arms. y/n will you marry me?”

“Yes” you can barley weep out. Joe instantly slides the ring on your finger and brings you into a kiss. You both have come together like this so many times, but this time was different, this time felt like the force of all those other kisses coming together in one.

You pull away cupping his face and wiping his tears, him doing the same. He picks you up spinning you around as you squeal. This was easily the best moment of your entire life.

After watching the sun finally set in each others arms, Joe reminds you of dinner. You both follow the path back up to the sidewalk and continue on towards the restaurant. As you walk up the steps, you notice far too many familiar faces at once.

You’re smile widens as both of your family’s surround the two of you in hugs and tears. Both sets of parents were in instant tears at the sight of the ring. You look up at Joe with a silent “thank you” and he smiles.

As everyone sits down for dinner the conversation starts about how Joe managed to pulls this off and the little white lie he told about his training this morning. Your mom explains how he had to figure out a way to pick up everyone from the airport and set up the proposal without you finding out.

You couldn’t believe any of this was happening, it all felt like a dream. Looking around at the group of people all cheering and laughing with one another, you realized you were looking at your new family all together.

“You’re my fiancé now,” You turn to Joe with a smirk.

“No, You’re my fiancé now,” he says pulling you closer to him.

[miekasa]

random boyfriend eren hcs (modern/college au)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern/college au, himbo eren supremacy as per usual, but can you imagine eren, armin, and jean living together in one house bye

↯ notes: this is me once again trying out this headcanon format, also because i have lots of thoughts about eren (being normal) and going to college lmao

↯ more notes: sorry i have to repost this again tumblr is being dumb ://

Not a frat boy, but definitely lives by the mantra “work hard, party harder.”

Likes going out to frat parties and keggers first year, but calms down as time goes on. Sophomore year is more house parties and occasionally going downtown to clubs. By the time junior year rolls around tho, he and Jean are thee party hosts. Homecoming, Halloween, Pre-Thanksgiving break, you name it, those two have a reason to throw a party for it

But party doesn’t always mean absolute rager. Sometimes it’s just drinking with your friends, playing pong, and absolutely crushing Jean at uno. 

At parties with lots of other people, Eren really doesn’t let people fuck around with you, or any of his friends really. Once almost got into a fight because he watched a guy out his hands on yours and Mikasa’s waists to “move around you.” As if. 

Wears his key necklace around all the time, obviously. So he gives you a necklace with a lock on it, with both of your initials engraved on the back. 

Nobody really notices it at first, since the chains are long and the necklaces are you usually tucked inside your shirts. But one day, ever the observant one, Armin catches a glimpse of yours resting on top of your shirt. Cue squinted eyes looking back and forth between you and Eren before—eureka! “You and Eren have matching necklaces!!!”

Plays sports, not for a scholarship but just for fun. Gets very pouty when you can’t make it to his games; and gets extra pouty if you show up, but you’re not wearing his jersey.

On the flip side, gets very giddy when he sees you in the stands with his jersey on and very ostentatiously scoops you up into a hug after the game is over.

Literally does not know where the library is until you show it to him. Any of them. Help him.

The worst person to study with if he doesn’t have any actual work to do. Will bother you and prefer to gossip than to let you do your work in peace. If you need an actual study buddy, you should try Mikasa.

Drunkenly hits on you a lot. Scratch that, he hits on you regardless, drunk or sober, despite the fact that you’re literally dating him already.

Literally reserves at least two nights of the week to have dinner with Armin bye and you couldn’t even interrupt them if you tried.

Waits for you outside of your classroom if you’ve had an important presentation or something. Not always with anything cheesy or loud, but just to be able to cheer you on and congratulate you after.

Hates the act of going grocery shopping, but loves going with you. Also because you force him to buy things other than Anytizers and Kraft Mac and Cheese.

Steals your hair ties and scrunchies to put his hair up. Does not fucking give them back, and denies having them, even if they’re piling up on his wrist.

Will drive you anywhere and everywhere. He is your personal Uber. Even if you don’t want him to be, he would rather die than let you get into an actual Uber—and if it’s late at night? Forget it, Eren doesn’t care if you’re 45 mins away, he’ll come get you.

After you stabbed him with your pen for drawing in your notebook (with your very pristine notes), he started leaving sticky notes inside of them instead.

They’re all super random, usually incoherent, and sometimes just drawings, and you’d never tell him, but you keep every single one.

Cuts class a lot, but not to the point where he’s failing. Just when he feels like it’s deserved, you know? Like, if he attended lecture for a class all week, he deserved to skip Friday’s lecture. As a treat.

He’s embarrassing. Endearing, but so embarrassing. Like, singing in the middle of the street embarrassing. Asking you to do a TikTok in public embarrassing. Why do you even love him.

Moves off-campus during junior year and rooms with Jean and Armin in three-bedroom house. So, he’s never actually lonely, but he’s a little crybaby and will whine to get to you to come over.

LOVES sleeping over at your place, though. Because you live with Annie and Mikasa, so your place is always clean and always smells good. Plus Mikasa and Annie are usually busy, which means you get more privacy at your place.

Mikasa honestly just starts making breakfast for Eren in the mornings when he does sleep over, and Annie is so unfazed by his presence.

Jumps at the opportunity to join in on your girls wine-night or skincare-routine night. So what if it’s him and three other girls drinking red wine with face masks on and talking about Anne Hathaway movies while playing Monopoly Deal? It leaves him pleasantly buzzed and his skin is absolutely glowing, suck his dick, Connie.

Likely doesn’t understand a thing about your major/program but listens enthusiastically when you talk about it anyways.

His lock screen is the only selfie he’s ever convinced you to take with him. (That’s okay because he has many screenshots of your snaps for safekeeping and blackmailing).

Tries to get you to exercise with him. If you’re into that, then great. If you’re not, it’s okay, he always has time to stop and take a mid-workout thirst trap to send your way. Because he’s annoying like that.

Once accidentally replied to the whole class instead of just the professor on an email asking him to be a g and bump his 89.9 to a 90. Embarrassing. (The prof did raise in the end tho, so maybe he really does have some charm to him).

Has to wear reading glasses when studying for a long time/or at his computer for a long time, and even though he doesn’t like them, you think he looks super cute in them; so he wears them more often than usual. 

Calls you asking for the most obscure school supplies/stationary. “Babe, hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare 4x8 poster board laying around now would you?” 

Mind you this is at, like, 3am, 12 hours before the poster board in question is due. 

Speaking of stationary, is an absolute little shit and steals your good pens. He’s partial to the sparkly ones, if he’s being honest. They make his notes look better, fuck you, Jean. 

“Eren, give me back my purple 0.4mm pen.” “I don’t know what that is, sorry.” “Eren, I can see it in your hand!” 

Brings you snacks while you’re studying. If you’re really trying to crack down and be serious, he won’t even bother you. Just bring the snacks, bring you water and boba, kiss your little forehead and be on his way.

Has a polaroid camera he got as a birthday gift, and uses it to sneak pictures of you whenever you’re not looking. He keeps the good ones hung up on a sponge board in his room.

He has a few.... riskier ones too, but those are for his eyes only.

Loves to pick out your nail color when you get your nails done. Honestly gets a little pouty when you don’t ask him lmaoo

Purposely leaves his clothes around so you can wear them. Isn’t subtle about it in the slightest. Sometimes leaves them with a note: “Please wear this, you’d look cute as fuck. Thank you. —Management.”

(slightly nsfw below)

Is not too proud to ask you for risqué snaps. Not necessarily full nudes, thought he doesn’t object to those.

Will literally give you hickeys out of boredom. Will pull you onto his lap and start kissing your neck because he has nothing better to do. Also because it leads to sex 7/10 times. The other 3 times, it’s because he falls asleep with his head in your neck lmaoo

Might have once fucked you with one of his lectures playing in the background, but you’ll never tell.

He really likes phone sex. He’s shit at being quiet, so he can only really do it when Jean and Armin are out of the house, but there’s something about only being able to hear your moans to get off that really does it for him.

He’s kind of goofy and absentminded sometimes, so sometimes you’ll be mid-sex and he’ll look at you like “Hey, did you finish your assignment, it’s due tomorrow right?”

And honestly, you kinda wanna be upset, but then you start thinking—“Did I finish my assignment?” And then you realize you did and nod and he’s like “Ok, cool,” kisses your forehead and resumes where you left off.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

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“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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[peterssimp]

slater!

Seo Changbin x female reader

2.1k words of fluff

slater: an all around nice guy

lol hi 0325stay here, back as peterssimp. I’ll probs be reposting old fics of mine haha

It was supposed to be a lowkey get together with just a small group of friends, but you know how it goes. Word goes around. Friends tell friends then they tell their friends and now you were at home, packed with a bunch of strangers. 

You didn’t mind that much, as long as no one was too rowdy everything would be okay. Though you didn’t know most of these people well, there was one that caught your eye. He wasn’t that tall, but he was tall enough. What stood out the most was the way he stood there, looking all confident in himself and mysterious.

This man didn’t do much. He just watched everyone, took sips from his cup with folded arms. He just stayed calm and quiet by the wall. 

You took glances at him every once in a while, to see how he was doing and every time you peeked, it was like he felt you looking because he’d look back up at you and shoot you a smirk from across the room.

The blush would spread across your face whenever he did that, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep looking. There was something so addicting to this guy even when he was doing the bare minimum. 

Eventually, he caught on. He knew you were attracted to him and this time whenever you glanced at him, he gave you a nod and a smile. Laughing when he saw your face turn red. But he just continued to stand there, still with a cup in his hands, and probably watching over his friends.

It was the middle of the night now, but the party was still alive. And you were probably a bit tipsy, but not enough for you to forget anything you do. It did give you a boost of confidence though, so you decided to go make a move on this stranger.

You walked over to him after you filled your cup again and stood beside him, leaning on the wall. He was even more good looking up close, and under the shirt, you finally saw the large muscles on him which attracted you even more. 

Before you could say anything, this man beat you to it. He saw how out of place your hair was, so with a finger, he pushed the strands of hair behind your ear and stared at your eyes. Making you blush even more now.

“What’s your real name?”

Apparently, he only knew you by the nicknames your friends passed around.

“Y/N…”

You gulped as you took another sip of your drink, trying to act cool, but you couldn’t. He smiled and kept his hand on your shoulder and bent down a bit to whisper in your ear.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl… Well, I’m Changbin.”

And just like that, you two got to talking. He was kind, but cold, just giving you that bad boy vibe. He looked so scary and intimidating, but when you two started talking, you could tell that he knew how to keep a conversation going.. It was light, but playful, also adding in some jokes here and there, just keeping you smiling and giggling as you two talked.

“You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

You kinda choked at the question, but you quickly shook your head saying no.

“Cute, ‘cause I’d love to take you out one time. You know, just talk more in a quieter place. Preferably alone.”

Changbin was about to lean down and give you a kiss on the cheek, but then, he heard one of his friends call him to help them and he excused himself from you, cutting the fun conversation short. 

You watched him carry his friend off the couch and watched him struggle a bit to get his friend standing, but he managed to support him and he called an uber to go home. Being the host, you walked them out the door and watched the whole group get into the uber safely.

Before you shut the door, Changbin ran back to it and slipped you a piece of paper with all his socials and his number and quickly left you a peck on the cheek.

“I had fun tonight, good night.”

At this point, you were feeling starstruck by this man. He wasn’t too special, but you were just so drawn to him and you didn’t think that by simply standing beside him would lead you to getting his number and social media plus him asking you out.

You held onto that piece of paper tight that night as you waited for more people to leave your place. Surprisingly, one by one, each friend group started to leave and catch their rides home and finally, you were home alone.

Even though it was 1am, you couldn’t be at peace with yourself until everything was cleaned up. Luckily, everyone knew how to clean up after themselves so there wasn’t a huge mess left. Just some bottles and bags of food that needed to be put away.

“Hey, it’s Y/N from the party. Did you get home safely?”

You started to text Changbin while you started cleaning up. You didn’t think about how fast he’d reply because it was late and he was probably tired. But then, your phone started to ring and it was Changbin calling. You picked up and he started thanking you for the night.

He told you he and his friends got home safely and then continued on with the conversation you two were having earlier that night. Then, he asked you what you were doing and you mentioned that you were just cleaning up. 

Changbin was lowkey feeling bad that you were cleaning up alone so he asked if you needed any help because he was bored and wasn’t tired just yet. You thought to yourself for a bit, maybe this could be the chance that you two could get to know each other even more, in the comfort of your own home.

You told him that he didn’t need to, but he kept insisting, saying that he wanted to see you too.

So, in a few minutes, Changbin made the drive to your house and knocked on your door. You were kind of shocked that he drove because you thought he had been drinking earlier, but it turns out, he wasn’t. It was only pop.

He started sweeping and mopping and throwing out the trash for you. Basically doing all of the work because he told you to just sit back and relax and just calm yourself down with some water. This man was a genuine hardworking guy, which made him even more attractive.

The connection you two had through this conversation somewhat made you feel safe and comfortable with him. Even though you two only met that night. His laugh was contagious and his comments were wise, but interesting. This man was different. Maybe you got lucky meeting him tonight.

Changbin finished cleaning up and your house was spotless now. It was now almost 3am, but you two were still enjoying each other’s presence. You didn’t want him to leave, so you offered him to stay the night if he wanted to. 

Surprisingly, he agreed and offered to sleep on the couch, but you felt bad, especially after he cleaned the whole house for you. So, you shook your head and took his hand in yours and led him up the stairs to your room. 

He mentioned that he wasn’t the type to do one night stands, so you just laughed because you weren’t the type to do that too. His face turned confused, but you told him you had another bed in your room that he was welcome to sleep on.

Changbin waited outside your room while you changed and then knocked on the door when you were done. You let him in and you two continued the conversation again. It was like a never-ending story between you two. He climbed into your bed with you instead of the other one, but you didn’t mind.

He laid there with you, just staring up at the ceiling while jokes were being passed around. Your hands were intertwined with each other as you spoke, but since it was getting late, you were starting to doze off throughout the conversation and Changbin noticed. 

Gently, he pulled you in closer and let you use his arms as a pillow. Then you two just took a quick nap together until you started to hear the birds chirp as they woke up and it was right before sunrise too.

“Good morning”

Changbin said as he placed a kiss on your head, smiling when he saw that your hands were still holding his. He looked out to see that it was before sunrise and asked you if you wanted to take a quick ride to see the sun rise, maybe even grabbing some breakfast after.

Without hesitation, you agreed and off you two went. Usually you weren’t this trusting, but Changbin was different. He was like a breath of fresh air and you could tell that he was a good person from the start.

He put on his favourite morning playlist and drove freely through the traffic free streets of the city and then to the best viewpoint that overlooks the city. Throughout the ride, Changbin kept switching from holding your hand to his gear since he drove a manual car.

He took sweet looks at you while you kept talking. With the wind blowing through your hair and the quiet roads only highlighted your laughs with him. He was starting to feel lucky for meeting you too.

Finally, you two made it to the viewpoint and sat on the hood of the car as you watched the sun wake up. He never let go of your hand and now, he was even resting his head on your shoulder. It was like you two knew each other for so long already.

As you two watched the sun rise, Changbin shuffled down and rested his head on your lap, just looking up at you now.

“You’re something special, aren’t you?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you sat there in silence and just smiled back at him. His hand  guided your hand to his hair, moving it to let you know that he wanted you to play with his hair. And so, you did. It was comforting to both of you anyways.

Watching the sunrise was so calming and comforting and you two just felt right. Changbin decided to make another move and stood up in front of you, opening his arms up in an embrace. You gladly accepted it and now you were in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body as he hugged you tight.

He then looked down at you and with no hesitation went straight for your lips. Finally kissing you after wanting to kiss you the whole night. First, it was soft and quick, but when he pulled away with a smile, you pulled him back to just kiss him back longer.

Your lips brushed against his and it felt like butterflies were taking over your body. He felt your breath along his skin which only raised goosebumps all over, and he tasted the sweet gloss on your lips. 

Changbin felt his heart beat faster and faster and when you continued sharing a kiss, his mind went blank and there was nothing else on his mind. He just wanted this moment to last. He was struck with happiness and content for once in his life. 

When you pulled away and felt shy, you also saw him blush for the first time and he couldn’t stop smiling. He looked so adorable that you just wanted to capture the moment. You quickly pulled out your phone and asked him to pose for the camera. But he took it and flipped the camera around, sitting on the hood of his car and pulling you in between his legs.

He told you to count and to smile on 3. You followed what he said and on 3, you were surprised with a kiss on the cheek as he captured that moment with you. The sunlight hitting you two perfectly and making you look like gold.

“You’re so beautiful y/n. This one’s for the books.”

Despite only meeting him a few hours ago, you could tell that you and Changbin were going to be in each other’s lives for long. Again, he pulled you in for a hug and embraced you tight, leaving you kisses on top of your head, which was his habit and just watched the city below come to life now.

“Let’s get breakfast now?”

[tryingsomethingoutidkyet]

General Sero boyfriend hc’s

- will spam your phone at like 3am with random messages just because he’s thinking of you

- you usually wake up in the morning with like 50 messages all from sero

- 90% of the time it’s memes

- the other 10% of the time it’s conspiracy theories that he will discuss with you in detail the next time he sees you

- yes he hangs out with todoroki

- special dates like birthdays and anniversaries are no problem for him, he will always remember

- although he doesn’t usually get the best gift for the occasion

- doesn’t mean he doesn’t try it’s just he wants to do the absolute most for you and things don’t usually go as planned

- but he will still try his best

- like he’ll see that you like stuffed animals and try to make you a bear. very sweet, right? too bad he has never sewn anything in his entire life

- so what does sero do instead of looking for a new gift idea? he turns to wiki how

- it takes him a while to finish and he poked himself a million times but it’s done

- it is probably the ugliest teddy bear you’ve ever seen. theres not enough stuffing in the neck so the head of the bear droops, one of its legs is on backwards, it’s missing an eye and you’re pretty sure that’s a little bit of blood on its ear

- you love it so much. when you tell him he gets so damn happy and no one can fuck up his mood for the rest of the day because he knows most of his gifts are terrible although you say otherwise

- you on the other hand can get him anything and he’ll appreciate it

- he especially loves random and casual gifts because it means you think of him

- like you could be shopping and see a pen that matches his costume and get it for him and it’s now his favorite pen

- is clingy but not at the same time

- like yes he will give you your space, he doesn’t expect you to be around him 24/7

- but when you guys are hanging out, he’ll never be more than two steps behind

- “oh you have to go to the bathroom? cool let’s go together.” �� going to meet the uber eats driver? we can both meet him!” “checking the mail? nice, I’ll get my shoes.”

- sero’s not the jealous type, so don’t try to make him jealous because it won’t work

- he knows he can trust you but he also knows that if you wanted to be with someone else, he can’t really stop you

- if you cheat he’ll just move on

- but he will put a stop to any persistent flirting

- someone won’t leave you alone? he’ll walk right up to you and whoever is bothering you, throw his arm around your shoulder and proceed to roast the guy until he’s embarrassed enough to leave

- definitely sends you out of context videos of him and the rest of the bakusquad doing stupid and chaotic shit

- he once said he was going to the movies with his friends and not even a few hours after he sends you a shaky video of him laughing at his friends in front of what looks to be a movie theater

- kaminari was in whey mode and tied up

- you can’t see mina but there’s acid holes burned into the walls

- you see bakugou surprisingly holding kirishima back while kirishima is yelling at some guy about crocks

- and you hear jirou apologizing off camera

- when you try to ask for any context about that video he just starts laughing so hard that he can’t explain what actually happened and everyone else refuses to talk about that night

[catalinaroleplay]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR’S EVE...?

It’s a Thursday night. Maybe you’re in bed, curled up with a good book, or maybe you’re having drinks out with your friends. Maybe you’re even one of those folks that like to go out partying on weeknights, dancing the night away to music that’ll definitely give you static in your ears the next morning. Regardless, this Thursday night is different, because it’s New Year’s Eve. 

You’re in LA, honestly. Catalina Island, as idyllic as it is, has never held a candle to LA in terms of New Year’s festivities — or maybe you’ve just got friends throwing all the parties, with endless bottles of Veuve Clicquot to boot. Everything is absolutely perfect: you’re closing out the year with your friends, your family, or a bunch of strangers that are just as excited to ring in 2021 as you are. The clock strikes midnight and you’re cheering; everybody’s cheering. You stick around for another drink, but everything dies down pretty quickly after that. 

By the time you’re ready to go, you hop on the ferry; lucky, aren’t you, that they posted a special schedule for New Year’s Eve? You’re already a bit hungover and regretting that last glass of champagne, and you yawn, crossing your fingers that you won’t get sick. There’s two people swaying by the side, retching — and oh, look, there’s another to your right. 

1:06AM — You’re tired, you want to get your phone charged before it dies completely. You’re probably a little under a quarter of the way back, though after that, you’ll have to Uber home too. From behind you, you can hear somebody laugh loudly, and you sigh, closing your eyes. 

1:10AM — You jolt awake. Someone has screamed OH FUCK! from the bridge, and you look around. Everybody around you seems alarmed, but hey, it’s New Year’s. Everybody’s drunk, and you can’t be 100% sure it came from the driver. Surely it was some drunk kid who tripped on their way over to the bathroom, right? 

You stay awake this time, though. Ten minutes away, and all around you is the ocean, but it’s calming, in a way. Everybody has returned to their quiet chatter, and you check your phone — 1:15AM. 

And that’s when the ferry sputters to a stop. 

Not a moment is lost; the door to the bridge flies open, and the driver (you recognize him, it’s the Mayor’s no-good son) stumbles out, howling, crying, the front of his shirt covered in hot sauce. In his one hand is a burrito, in the other are remnants of pieces of something in his hand. His eyes are bloodshot, and all he says is I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY as he falls to the ground, crying in his little pool of sauce by his feet. 

You bolt up. You and few others take initiative and pop into the control room. You’re shocked at what you find, unsure of whether to cry or laugh. Everything is covered in hot sauce, and in the corner is a family-sized bottle, all empty. The label says THE DEVIL’S GHOST PEPPER, and when you pick it up to smell it, your nose stings with something wicked. 

Immediately, you crouch down next to him, trying to get the story out. It comes in pieces, but he explains: he’d been eating a burrito, he’d wanted some hot sauce. As he opened the new bottle up, some got in his eye, and he screamed. (So that was what the cursing was about!) In pain, he’d shaken the bottle out and covered the entire bridge in hot sauce, and that’d been when the ferry stopped. The cherry right on top of his bad day, he’d forgotten to check the tank on the ferry. They were out of diesel.

Sighing, you check your phone. NO SIGNAL, it rings out. Turns out the black pieces in his hand were remnants of the radio he’d broken apart while trying to fix it, and you feel defeated. What could you do? You ask the driver whether anybody would notice, if anybody would come their way, and he shakes his head, morose. I offered to close up. I - I wanted to prove to my dad that I could do something —

You ignore him. You have no patience for the apologies of a man covered in sweat, rice, and hot sauce, when you spot a red box in the corner. The flare! Of course! Somebody was bound to see the light and you rush over, opening up the box. From behind you, you hear the sobbing stop. Is that the flare? 

You nod, walking back out to shoot it into the air when somebody grabs you arm. I can do it! Let me do it! I need to — it’s the goddamn ferry driver, and he’s wrestling you for the flare, and you’d rather be thrown off the boat than let this idiot do anything else — and in the scuffle, the flare flies out of both of your hands, straight into the water. 

And that is the moment you know that you are all trapped. 

IN-CHARACTER INFORMATION.

SURPRISE — it’s plot drop time! IC information is as follows: 

Your muses are trapped on the ferry on January 1st, 2021, from 1AM – 3:30AM. 

Cell service is spotty. Every so often, you may get a call or a text, but it is difficult to hold a conversation. 

At 3AM, somebody finally gets ahold of the Mayor, who sends out another ferry to rescue everybody, shuttling everyone back to the island by 4AM. 

Please let us know by TUESDAY, JANUARY 5TH @ 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 12AM UTC if your muse(s) were on the ferry at this time.

If your muse(s) were not on the ferry, you are still allowed to interact with muses that are on the ferry through choppy texts or phone conversations. It is unclear what happened, as there is no communication going from the ferry back to the island. Your muses on the island are free to speculate what is happening and gather around the Catalina Marina for news. However, nobody is at the Marina, as the driver offered to close up. 

Feel free to go as lighthearted or as dark as you wish with the drop! 

OUT-OF-CHARACTER INFORMATION. 

Beginning Date: Wednesday, January 6th ─ 8AM PST / 11AM EST / 3PM UTC.

Ending Date: Wednesday, January 13th ─ 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 12AM UTC. No new threads related to the event can be created after this date.

Event Threads: Friday, January 15th ─ 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 12AM UTC. Have all event threads, whether you finish a thread, headcanon its ending, or shift it into a non-event related thread, completed by this date and time.

Previous Threads: We kindly ask all non-event related threads to be wrapped up or put on hold for the event, just so everyone can focus on their event interactions. If you have previous threads that you’d like to continue after the event, please draft them before the start of the event so you don’t lose them!

Acceptances: No acceptances will be held during this event. We’ll be bypassing January 8th (Friday) and January 11th (Monday).

Starters: All starters must be tagged #catalina: starter and #catalina: lost at sea and make sure to tag the starter blog ( @catalinastarter ). As always, group rules still apply during the event. Once there are four starters in the tag, you must respond to THREE STARTERS before posting your own. 

Tags: Any edit, such as your character’s outfit for New Year’s can be tagged #catalina: lost at sea and #catalina: media! All edits will be reblogged on @catalinamedia.

Self-paras: Feel free to write self-paras pertaining to the event! 

Lastly but most importantly: HAVE FUN! This is a chance to interact with characters and players you haven’t yet, so please use this opportunity to be inclusive. If you’ve read all of this, please REPLY with your favorite emoji so I know you’ve seen it! 

[joon-ipersgirl]

O6 - “the jaded jessica rabbit”

genre: mafia!au, angst, fluff, slow burn, mystery-thriller

pairing: namjoon x reader (f)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, some vulgar-is dirty talk at the end (not the way you think lol)

summary: charismatic. beautiful. fearless without question. the ambitious team of seven young men in charge of spiral, downtown district’s hottest new club, go above and beyond to provide 100% satisfaction to their clients.

after an eventful night out, you have no choice but to join the team for property damages greater than your intern salary. challenging a series of events that can no longer be left to coincidence, secrets threaten to burst at the seams as your professional and private life collide, and another - more sinister - debt is added to your total. 

how far are you willing to go to pay back your pound of flesh? remember, nothing is ever as it seems...

a/n: hello everyone! wow, i received some really nice comments about this fic so thank you. like seriously. i’ll keep you guys posted on discontinuing or not. i only have a few more parts pre-written so i may just post those and decide after. either way, i hope you enjoy. this was fun to write :) leave me an ask and let me know what you think and any theories as to what you think the boys are up to!

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Staring at yourself in the full length mirror in your room, you conclude you look crazy. How Suga had approved this uniform is beyond you, especially as winter hasn’t let you out of her cold, damp grip. You adjusted the waist of your skirt again as you try your best to make sure your ass isn’t hanging out the bottom. At least the neckline of the t-shirt is high enough that all of your assets aren’t on display. You guess you could appreciate how nice your legs look in the sheer black stockings you’d paired with the look.

You try your best to fit the vibe Spiral is going for and keep your makeup fairly neutral except for the bright red matte lipstick across your lips. Your hair was swept into a slick low bun, a few tendrils left out to frame your face. Though it probably isn’t part of the vibe, you throw on your chunky gold hoops to add some personality. Honcho could kiss your pretty little ass if he didn’t like it.

A soft meow! broke you out of your inner monologue. “Rosalia!” you coo at your shared Russian Blue cat. She saunters into the room and makes herself comfortable on your Queen-sized bed. “Don’t wait up,” you tell her as you grab your small backpack and trusty black, wool overcoat. It was time to head to Spiral.

“This must be the new spot for the young folk, huh?” your Uber driver, George, asks as he pulls onto the interstate. He’s an older man that could have probably been your grandfather. You pay him no mind. Maybe he would get the hint that you weren’t interested in having a conversation if you barely respond.

“Hmm?”

“You’re the third young woman I’ve picked up to head there tonight,” he explains. You look up at him quickly through the rearview mirror.

“Oh really?” you ask absentmindedly. George nods, his cap looking to flop off of his head.

“Oh yeah. They were so excited about it being back open since it got closed down for that robbery they had 2 months ago, though I don’t know if those young boys can handle running an establishment like that,” he mutters.

“Why do you think that?”

“They aren’t paying their respects to the elders in the business. Respect will go a long way you know?” he adds as he exits off the highway and heads towards the “party” area of downtown. You sit up, intrigued by what he’s saying.

“Respect to the elders? In the business? What do you mean?” you inquire again.

“You can’t just pop up on someone else’s territory without explaining what you’re doing there, even if it was an order for expansion,” he explains. You glance out of the window; you were close to the club. Time is running out.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, sir.”

“Of course you do, young lady.” George smiles at you through the mirror as you stare at him confused. “Robberies of that sort don’t just happen outta nowhere,” he elaborates, his words seeming to take on another meaning. You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a whistle.

“Wow, it didn’t look like that when I was just here.”

You turn to look out the window and your eyes widen as you take in the line, the neon red sign brightly illuminating the street. It wraps around the corner of the club and extends down the street past where your eyes could see. Numerous patrons are huddled together to stay warm as they brave the chilly wind. It’s only 9pm and the club doesn’t officially open until 10pm. Had news of the re-opening spread so quickly?

George pulls up to the curb. “You be safe now, miss,” he says pointedly, turning in his seat to deliver his seemingly innocent warning.

“You too. Have a good night,” you tell him as you step out of the car and he tips his hat in response. The conversation leaves you uneasy as he pulls away and you’re left on the corner of the street looking very much so like the woman of the night you feel in your uniform. You don’t stand for too long as the icy wind slashes across your legs, forcing you to head inside.

You approach the front of the line, much to the groans and protests of the people at the front. You ignore them. No one had told them to arrive at least an hour early and subject themself to this kind of torture for a few measly drinks and to rub up and down on another equally sad individual.

“Y/N!” Jack calls out to you from the front door of the club. He looks good in his own large bomber jacket, black skull beanie pulled low over his dark brown hair and the tips of his ears. Though he’s the size of any pro NFL quarterback, you could only see him as a rugged teddy bear when he grins at you like that.

“Jack,” you greet him with a soft smirk of your own. “How are you?”

“Good. Cold, but good. Ready for tonight?” he asks cheerily.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, chuckling. He smiles at you again and holds the door open.

You duck under his arm and slip off your coat as you head down the stairs. Spiral looks incredible after the renovation and you’re surprised at how well everything flowed together; Min might actually know a thing or two about interior design. The new, red neon lights along the floors and the ceiling add to the ambience and the sleek black marble furniture fits in well with the leather booths.

Standing around the bar where the rest of your coworkers in their uniforms. Jin, Luca, and Moon are setting up behind the bar, the three of them looking like the city versions of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. Not necessarily in that order though; Luca would definitely be Hades. Honcho and Suga chat quietly to one another while Savannah prattles on with Tae, her arms moving wildly as she explains whatever story she’s so into. Jeon and Micah are tucked on the other side of the bar, a comfortable silence settling between them. Giselle sits alone on a bar stool as she scrolls on her phone completely oblivious to her surroundings.

“Good evening Y/N. So nice of you to grace us with your presence,” Moon remarks. You ignore the way his eyes flit across your body as you approach the bar.

“Finally Kid. We’ve been waiting,” Suga calls from where he stands, his mint hair falling into his eyes.

“You guys act like I was 45 minutes late or something. What’s going on?” you asks.

“Did you go clock in?” Honcho asks, ignoring your question. You shake your head. “Do that, put your stuff away, and then come back here. We’re having a staff meeting.”

You nod and set off towards the employee lounge. It’s a fairly small room with some lockers available to store your things as well as a miniscule refrigerator to store some snacks as you wouldn’t be leaving until at least 3am. You carefully fold your coat as best as you can before shoving it into one of the lockers and shutting it closed.

The cold metal of the lockers presses into your back as you lean against it for support. It’s finally hitting you that you’re back at Spiral. Where you shot a gun. Where you shot a man. Where you got shot at. You look at the slight burn that’s on your upper forearm. You let out a shaky breath. Fear couldn’t get the best of you now. You had work to do, clues to discover, and a man to find before he found you first.

“Took you long enough!” Honcho calls out as you perch on the edge of the bar stool. A roll of your eyes is your only response. “Great. Everyone’s here. It’s opening night and the line is wrapped around the building. People still want to experience us, and experience us they shall. You all have your positions. Do your job well, and we shouldn’t have any issues. Anything else to add?” Honcho turns to Moon.

“Be engaging and if there are any issues, find myself or Honcho. Only.” Moon directed his last comment to you. “Suga?”

“Don’t fuck up,” Suga says with a shrug and the room erupts in laughter. “Let’s have a good night.”

The meeting is dismissed as Suga heads up to his office and you use the last 20 minutes to do the last of the prep of our stations. Tae has started spinning tunes from his booth as you vibe out. Jin and Luca are tending to the downstairs bar while Moon heads up to the VIP lounge. You and Giselle are tasked with serving tables on the main level, Savannah and Micah on the second. Jeon had left to man the main door with Jack. Everything is set.

You peek at Jin as you secure the little black fanny pack with the notepad and pen to take orders around your waist. Your conversation from earlier in the week flits across your mind and you narrow your eyes in determination; it was time to get to work.

“Here!” Giselle calls over the increasingly loud music. “It’s tequila!” She pushes the shot into your hand. You can hear the chatter of people starting to enter the establishment faintly. You toss the shot back and she grins. It was definitely time to get to work.

“I need a strawberry daiquiri, a lemon drop, a mango margarita, and a blue hawaiian!” you yell to Luca as you lean over the bar, waving the ticket in your hand to try and grab his attention. He serves his customer at the bar before grabbing the ticket from you.

“It’s fucking crazy in here!” he yells back. You nod and look out into the crowd.

Spiral hadn’t been open a full hour and a half, but it was like there was no room to walk. Talk about packed. The air is thick with heat and hormones as people dance in the middle of the floor, bodies swaying sloppily from the amount of alcohol they’d already consumed. You’re grateful you’d decided to tie your hair back because Gods knew how it would look after your shift was over. The demand for drinks hadn’t slowed down once, putting your personal mission on hold.

“Order up!” Luca calls and shoves the drinks over to you on a tray. You huff as you balance it in both hands and head back through the crowd.

As you approach your table, your mood sours. Instead of there being four girls sitting in the booth, a fifth has arrived. Your favorite crime scene investigator. Her hair hangs down around her shoulders in loose waves instead of the tight ponytail it was in when you first saw her. Her white off the shoulder dress clings tight to her body as she rests on the edge of the booth, her legs crossed. You set the tray down a little harder than needed as the rest of her friends jump.

“Oh. It’s you,” she says in disdain. You ignore her as you set their drinks down in front of them.

“Hi, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with anything or would you care to see the menu?” you ask, giving her the usual speech. She looks bored as you stand there waiting.

“Hmm, nothing that you can give me. Have you seen Moon? I need to speak with him,” she says.

“He’s working in VIP. I’m not sure if you have the clearance to be up there,” you say with a smile. She glares at you.

“You barely have the clearance to work here,” she spits. Just as you’re going to respond, you feel a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, why don’t you go on break? Jennifer, so nice to see you again. Shall we?” It’s Honcho. If you weren’t so angry, you would have been frightened at his ability to move so swiftly in a crowded room.

Jennifer, in all her raggedy glory, brushes past you with a smirk. You barely resist the urge to drag her back by her half-assed waves and pummel her smug face into the pretty black, marble table. Watching her saunter up the spiral staircase makes your blood boil. Who did she think she was? You excuse yourself from your patrons once you make sure they no longer need you and head for the restroom. If the boss says it was time for a break, who were you to oppose? It was time to figure some things out.

“Y/N!” Jin’s voice is barely audible over the blaring bass Tae is blasting. You roll your eyes.

“I’m on break!” you yell to him as he beckons you over.

“I need you to do me a favor!” he shouts as you approach his side of the bar, Luca hurriedly making drinks on the other.

“I need you to stop lying to me, but I guess we all can’t get what we want,” you say with a shrug and turn away.

“Y/N, please. Honcho hasn’t come back down for this order. Can you run it upstairs for me? I’d do it myself, but -” He gestures to the people surrounding the bar waiting for his attention.

“I told you, I’m on break,” you emphasize.

“Please,” he asks once again, resting his hand on top of the bar. You glare at him.

“Fine, but you owe me,” you say pointedly. He flashes you a beautiful smile before setting the tray filled with a glass of white wine, a pint of beer, and a whiskey sour.

“You’re the best!” he calls as you heft the tray onto your shoulder and make your way to the stairs.

The second level is less crowded than downstairs, but all the booths are occupied with men in luxurious suits and their companions dressed in their finest dresses. It reeks of expensive perfumes and stuffy cigars. Some of the velvet curtains are drawn and you didn’t want to know what could possibly be happening behind them. Honcho is nowhere to be seen and you grow impatient as the tray’s weight settles into your arms. This was becoming tiring.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going? Do you need some help?” Savannah chirps as she ducks through one of the closed curtain booths, her blonde hair a little disheveled. Interesting. Definitely didn’t want to know what kind of sunshine service she was providing.

“Uh, yeah. Have you seen Honcho? These are his drinks,” you say gesturing to the tray in your hands.

“Hmm, not for the past few minutes. Maybe he’s in the back?” She points to the hallway leading to the third level. You sigh. You’d been sent on a wild goose chase.

“Alright. Thanks.”

You dodge a drunk woman who seemed dangerously close to breaking a heel, the pint of beer sloshing over the side and soaking the front of your shirt. You clench your jaw in anger. Slamming the tray down angrily on one of the high tables, a few of the customers jump at the noise. You know your smile is not friendly by the way they lower their heads and avoid your gaze as you march past. At this point, you were taking an additional half an hour break; they owed you.  

The bathroom on the second level is empty as you try to wipe the stench of beer from your shirt. Your first night and you’re already fed up with Miss Fake Jessica Rabbit, Jin and his favors, and the spilled drinks. In fact, you’re highly irritated. You’re ready to go home. Giving up trying to salvage your shirt and resigning to smelling like beer for the next 2 and a half hours, you head to exit the restroom, but stop when you glimpse the back of Jessica Rabbit herself.

“I don’t know, Moon. It’s not looking too good on our end.” You tuck back behind the door, leaving it slightly ajar to hear what they’re saying. Thank Gods for the acoustics of this hallway.

“Didn’t this case just get planned?” he asks. “Vance was supposed to secure this contract for us after we were down for those couple of weeks. What happened?”

“I don’t know. Things have been a little busy with Julian going haywire. I haven’t seen Vance in two weeks. Someone mentioned something about reputations and what not -”

“We just started this operation. We barely have a reputation, Jen,” he emphasizes. “But we’ve been damn good at what we do, so I’m not understanding what the issue is.”

“What are we not understanding?” You almost stumble back as Min passes the restroom but catch the door with your fingers before it can slam shut. You exhale slowly as you recover, peering through the small slit of the door again.

“We just lost the Fader contract,” Moon tells him.

“Wait, wasn’t that supposed to come out tomorrow? I thought we had it secured before it was set to be released.”

“So did I, but Jen said Vance couldn’t pull through. Something about reputations -”

“Reputations? If anything, we should be getting great reviews; I’ve been quick and effective with every job you’ve sent me on. So much so, we couldn’t take on all the clients because of demand.” You can hear the confusion in Min’s voice even with the music still thumping. “What changed? How is that affecting our operations?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Jen replies. “This is bad for business which is in turn bad for me.”

“There has to be something we’re missing. Min, do you think you could contact Santi-”

“Have y’all seen Y/N? She’s not on the floor and Savannah said she was looking for me,” Honcho’s voice rings out and you squeak, letting the door slam shut, effectively cutting off the sound of their conversation. Shit. You duck behind the partitioning wall and try to calm your breathing as someone knocks on the door.

“Is everything okay in here?” It’s Honcho.

“Everything’s great! Just slipped on some water and fell, but I’m good!” you call to him, cringing at your lie.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing up here?”

“I work here. What do you mean by what am I doing up here? I was trying to find you so I could give you your fucking tray with your drinks, but you were nowhere to be found,” you reply with just as much attitude, finally appearing around the corner and facing him. He looks at you confused as you stare him down.

“I was busy with a -- customer. Come on, you have work to do,” he says while grabbing your wrist.

“And you don’t?” you retort as he pulls you into the hallway where Min, Jennifer, and Moon are still standing. They look surprised to see you.

“Kitten!” Min exclaims as you approach them. “How’s your shift going?”

You shrug. “It’s going.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Jennifer asks rudely. You can just make out the frown on her face under the low lighting of the side hallway.

“Shouldn’t you have chosen a better outfit to solicit on a corner?” Honcho snorts and she glares at both of you.

“Kitten is feeling a little fiesty today,” Min hums, leaning against the wall.

“Y/N, you can’t say that to customers,” Moon chides you though you can tell from the faint showing of his dimples he’s amused at your words. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Hmm, I guess it wasn’t dirty enough for good ol’ Jen, huh? How about on your knees in the back of the alley behind Spiral?” you offer. “Maybe you’ll get off if he reprimands you the way he’s trying to do me,” you ponder.

Jennifer’s face is red with anger as she continuously opens and closes her mouth to respond. You smirk as your own anger and irritation settles in your belly, happy that you’d gotten under her skin. Apparently too well as she rears her hand back and slaps me across your face. Tears spring to your eyes from the force of the blow and you blink at Honcho as you slowly comprehend what’s happened. She had well and truly slapped you. You whip your head around to face her and she gasps as she had now just realized what she’d done.

“Holy shit,” Honcho whispers. You grin as you step forward to stand in front of her, holding your ground. You were tired of her shit.

“Is that the way you like it, Jen? Hard slaps to the face?” you goad. “What about your pretty little ass, hmm?”

“Y/N, stop. That’s not necessary.” Moon steps in front of you, blocking your view of an almost teary eyed Jennifer. Ah, an angry crier. Your favorite.

“Oh come on, Moon. It’s just a little teasing, isn’t it? Just like how you all do to me. No harm, no foul,” you say nonchalantly, but your words have a sharper tone. The irritation of the night was getting to you.

“Y/N, let’s go downstairs,” Honcho says as he tugs on your wrist, trying to diffuse the situation. “Give everyone some time to cool off.”

“I am cool. I’m not going to hit her and ruin my chances of filing an assault claim,” you say with a chuckle. “You guys wouldn’t even have to testify against your little friend. The cameras will witness for me. And I can walk by myself, thanks. Continue whatever business you guys had going on,” you reply with a wave of your hand.

“An assault case! Are you crazy?! Bitch, fuck you!” Jennifer calls from around Moon’s large frame. You roll your eyes as you spin around to face them again.

“I’m as crazy as they come, babe. Pencil me in once you're done with your lover boy and I’ll let you know if I can squeeze you in with the rest of my appointments! Business is booming as they say!” you yell back and blow her a kiss. She scowls.

The four of them watch you go and you only rub your stinging cheek once you know you’re out of their eyesight. For a small woman, she had a heavy hand and you’re grateful it hadn’t been a punch; you couldn’t afford a trip to the dentist. It was time for you to cash in on that favor Jin promised you as you head down the spiral stairs. An old fashioned on the rocks is calling your name. You could use the ice.

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[lashtoncurls]

Never gonna be alone(AI)

Summary: Ashton angst 🤷🏻‍♀️

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: mention of death and curse words

A/N: I’m back after a month of no writing, not that anyone cares, lol. Anyway, I watched ghost the other day and this came to mind. I would love feedback from y’all as it would encourage me to write more. Thanks to Skyler because she’s an absolute babe and hypes me up everytime I have an idea, love you 😘

He stood in nothing but darkness, his brain demanding that he let out the screams that were being held in his chest. But nothing would come. His voice was lost in the panic of where he stood. He looked around and suddenly the darkness turned into the alley. She stood in front of him, begging to be saved. Her hands holding her stomach as the blood seeped through her dress.

“Ash, please make it stop. It hurts.” She fell to the ground with a tud, a puddle of blood underneath her. He ran towards her but her body disappeared, leaving him in the dark and lonely alley with his heart broken again.

He woke up covered in sweat, his chest heaving as he felt the tears run down his cheeks and into the pillow, her pillow. It was only 3AM when he looked at the clock on the wall, but he knew that sleep was out of the question for the rest of the night. Ashton turned and hugged his pillow as he couldn’t stop the tears that came, sobs and screams leaving his lips in desperate attempts to sooth the pain that was still haunting him.

‘Why didn’t I do more?’

‘I could’ve saved her’

Those were all things that crossed his mind on day to day basis. He would go about life as if he was a robot. Nothing made sense without her.

His house was now a constant reminder of the girl he loved dearly, the one he was going to start a family with. The living room still had her blanket and favorite throw pillow on the couch as she left them. The picture frames still adorned the fireplace and the sticky notes were still on the refrigerator.

Ashton moved from his bed to the couch, pulling her pillow with him. The gloomy day added to his sadness, the TV on low as he sunk down on the couch with her items. The smell of her perfume and shampoo was starting to wear off. I should wash them again, he thought. Maybe that would help him cope better.

“Maybe we should get an uber, doll. It’s kinda late.” Ashton suggested as he held her hand after putting his coat on her shoulders. They were walking back from a night at the bar.

“We can catch one when we’re closer. I need the fresh air.” She smiled at him and he nodded as they continued walking, her drunken giggle spilling out of her pink lips as Ashton smiled back. They talked about their future and what he wanted to do to her when they got home, their night going like every other one. But not before he caught up them.

It happened so fast, her being held by one of them as the other one punched him and took his wallet and his phone.

“You can have whatever you want, just fucking let her go!” Ashton screamed as he watched them take off the jacket she wore and pulled her chin to his lips.

“Get off me you filthy bastard!” She pulled her face away and kicked his groin, her arms struggling to get out of the hold they had her in.

Ashton watched as another man came out of the shadows, a gun in his pocket. There were now four men, too many for him to fight. His stuff was thrown over to the one with the gun, a smirk on his lips when he opened the wallet.

“Ashton Irwin, what a pleasant surprise.” His face was smacked a few times before he noticed who was standing before him.

“I thought you were in jail.”

“So it was you, you motherfucker!” Another punch was thrown in his direction, her screams muffled by a hand as she watched them hit Ashton.

“Let her go, please. This grudge you have is against me, not her. Please” Ashton pleaded, wanting nothing more than for her to be saved.

“It’s not just you. The whole band owes me. Calum and Luke, where are they at?”

“I’m not telling you anything James.”

“If you want your pretty girl to be safe, then I need you to spill.”

“I-it was all me. Luke and Cal had nothing to do with what happened.” Ashton looked down as she watched him confess, taking the blame for what he and his bandmates had done.

“Alright, let her go. We’ll deal with Irwin.” James nodded to the guys to let her go, but not before she ran towards Ashton. The gunshots echoed in the dark as her body fell to the ground, her hand clutching her side as the blood began to gather in her hands.

“No! Baby! Let me go! Let me go!” Frantic screams came from him as his chest hurt, running towards her body on the ground when they had released him.

“You couldn’t have been more stupid?! Run dipshit!” James screamed as he and his goons ran out of the alley, leaving Ashton as he held her close. Her whimpers mixed with his pained screams for help.

“Ash, open the goddamn door!”

“I’ll break in through the back, don’t tempt me.”

“Common mate, we’ve got pizza.”

“Alright, hold the bottle Lu.”

Ashton sighed as he got off the couch and opened the door to his three best friends before they broke in, the tousled hair and tired eyes gave away how much he hadn’t been sleeping.

“What are y’all doing here? Isn’t there some event or something?” He let them walk in, and avoided looking at him in the eyes, knowing that there was nothing they could do to fix the pain.

“It’s uh, it’s Tuesday Ash.” Cal scratched the back of his neck as they walked to the living room, but before they could take a seat, Ashton rushed to grab her items. Luke sighed as he took a seat in the recliner, his eyes drifting once again to the man he referred to as his big brother. Ashton had done so much for him before, even letting him stay with them for a few months after a hard break up. It was very difficult for him to see Ashton this way, not knowing how to help him.

“They still haven’t caught him. God knows where the fucking idiot escaped to.” Ashton mumbled as his eyes drifted back to the TV, chewing on the slice of pizza he was handed. He soon placed it back on the table, his stomach beginning to reject the only meal he’d had in the last couple days.

“They’ll find him soon mate. They have to.” Luke nodded, but kept his eyes straight.

“Ash, it’s been two months. You have to get out of this house. You need to get out, do something. Staying here is only hurting you more. Look at you, I can tell you haven’t been eating, or sleeping for that matter.” Calum spoke as he sat next Ashton, earning a kick on his thighs, but Calum only made more of an effort as he stubbornly moved closer.

“Are you really telling me that the way I’m coping is wrong?” Ashton sat up, hurt in his eyes as the tears threatened to spill again “You’ve got some nerve coming here and trying to act like nothing's wrong! James went after me because of you two fucking retards. And now I’m coping wrong? Get the fuck out! Get out! Being alone is better than being around you three right now.” His eyes rimmed red as Luke looked at him with guilt and sympathy.

“Don’t fucking look at me that way! I don’t need your goddamn pitty Luke. I don’t need you lot.” They nodded as he pushed them out, slamming the door behind them. He padded back to the couch, tears spilling again as he hugged her pillow and covered himself with the blanket, the remains of her scent filling his nostrils as he cried and screamed.

“Someone help! Help! Please!” Ashton cried as he watched her pant, her eyes bloodshot from her own tears.

“I love you, darling. Remember that.” She whispered as she took a troubled breath, sirens coming towards them.

“Stay with me, baby. Please. Focus on breathing okay? You’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” He mumbled those words to himself as the cops rushed towards them, the EMT quickly placing an oxygen mask on her and putting her in the ambulance.

“I’ll ride with her.” He began to get on the ambulance, a cop stopping him.

“You need to come down to the station.”

“I need to be with her! I’ll tell you whatever it is that you want to know, but let me be with her.” He pleaded with the cop, the pain in his chest only getting worse as the beeping on the machine increased with her labored breaths. The cop nodded as the ambulance took off, speeding through the morning LA traffic to get to the nearest hospital.

“Sir you need to be checked, your nose may be broken.” They began to poke and prod at his face, but he moved their hands away and focused on watching the rest of the team clean the gunshot wounds and help her with her breathing. Ashton held her hand in both of his, rubbing circles and shapes as he would lightly sing to her.

As they arrived at the hospital, they rushed her into surgery, leaving Ashton in the waiting room as he paced and pulled at his hair. He sent a message to the groupchat to let them know what was happening, the other three arriving as soon as they could.

After five hours, Ashton had been cleaned and talked to the cops, the doctor came out and looked at Ashton with pity and hurt in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry. We did everything we could.” At first he shook his head, and ran his hands through his hair. The doctor spoke to Luke, Calum and Michael and explained what had happened. But Ashton was still in shock. He remained in shock for a few days, the day of the funeral being the first time that he had really been a little more alive. He stood by the casket and held her hand. He politely smiled at everyone who gave their condolences, her family wanting to help take care of him.

“I promise I’m okay.” He smiled at her mother, her own tears spilling out as they hugged.

“We don’t blame you sweetheart. I just need you to know that. She loved you so much, enough to give her life for yours as she did.” She kissed his cheek and walked away after, leaving Ashton alone. The burial had gone as expected, her body now in a casket under a pile of dirt. He placed the rose on the top and finally let the tears roll out, pained screams as he held his chest.

“Still having the nightmares?” Her sweet voice filled his ears and he woke up again, but this time a hand was soothing his hair, wiping the sweat away.

“I’m dreaming, I have to be dreaming.” He pulled her into his arms a sigh escaping his lips as she giggled lightly.

“You’re not dreaming, baby.” She placed a kiss on his cheek, his eyes closing as he sighed again.

“So you’re a g-ghost?” She laughed at his confusion but nodded.

“They found James. I couldn’t leave until they found him, I wasn't going to rest in peace knowing that you would worry about it.” They were now cuddled on the couch, her body on top of his as he held her tight, thinking that he was finally going crazy.

“And you came her now because...” He spoke as she rested her elbows on his chest, his hands moving her hair away and touching her face, reminiscing on what her skin felt like.

“Because I’ve been watching you. You need to let the guys back in, Ashton. They are your family. You can’t push them away. Yes, they messed up. I know they did, but please do it for me. Go out, live life. I want the best for you. Justice will be served and he’ll be behind bars for sure now, can’t hurt you or anyone else.” He pulled her chin to his face and kissed her lips, his eye closing as he moaned at the feel of her skin.

“I love you, I will always love you.” He mumbled as he cried, her hands on his face.

“As I love you.” She laid her head on his chest again, Ashton drifting into the most wonderful sleep he’d had in the last two months.

When he woke up, his hand was on his chest and the sun was out. Confused, he looked at his phone and noticed that he had been sleeping for almost two days, texts and missed calls from friends and management. The low volume of the television caught his eye as he grabbed the remote from the table and turned it up.

‘Drug dealer and murder convicted felon James Kells was arrested yesterday from his Orlando home. Police say that a neighbor called them after noticing suspicious activities. He’s being detained with no bond.’

Ashton sighed as his whole body filled with relief, his phone beeping and vibrating like crazy as the guys were texting him. He responded and for the first time in months, smiled as they told him they loved him. It wasn’t going to be easy, the mourning process for him wasn’t over yet, he knew it. But knowing that she would now rest in his peace and he got to hold her one last time was enough for him to be content.

Weeks went by and Ashton had begun moving things, giving some to her family and others away when he noticed all the sticky notes on the fridge door again. He smiled at all of them, the sweet notes she would leave him when she would leave to work before he woke up.

‘You’re never gonna be alone, I’ll always be in your heart my love xx’

He folded it and placed it inside his wallet, smiling widely as he remembered her sweet smile.

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[writingsofadream]

An imagine where they have trouble getting it up when they're drunk

Struggling to Get Hard While Drunk

SEOKJIN

Coming back from the dinner, you and Jin couldn’t stop laughing and giggling, much to everyone else’s sober annoyance. No one else had drunk, so the two of you were definitely a sight to see. More importantly than that, though, was the way his hands were wandering all over your body. Cupping your breast, Jin gives out another windshield-wiper laugh as you batted it away playfully.

“Come on guys, wait till you get to the hotel room.” Jimin says it in a stern tone, but you hear deep down he’s at least a little amused by the scene at hand.

Finally, you reached the hotel room that you and Jin had booked - it was one of the nicest suites, and the boys were all quite a bit further down the hall. Saying hurried and slurred goodnights, at least three of the members shook their heads at the ridiculous pair. Thoroughly amused, you both giggled as you slammed the heavy door shut.

“Come on baby, let’s see your tits.” Jin says this with a dangerous wink, inciting more laughter from your inebriated state. Without a second thought, you whipped off your top and unclasped your bra. Jin pulled the straps off your arms, revealing your sleek breasts. Pinching at a nipple, it grew hard in response.

“Fuck, Y/N. That’s nice as fuck.” You both break into hysterics again, and he picks you up in his arms. Seconds later you feel yourself being thrown onto the incredibly soft duvet, silk pillows surrounding you.

Jin clambers on top of you and your naked chest, before bringing his head down and capturing one of the pink buds in his mouth. Moaning your appreciation, you fumble with his belt. He laughs into your breast and pulls away, undoing the belt for you. Taking pity on your drunken and clumsy hands, he pulls his pants and boxers down, revealing…what could only be described as a semi.

“Shit.” He whispers under his breath, grabbing it in his hand and trying a few pumps. It remains largely flaccid, and in your current state the only response you have is to break out into laughter. Burying your head into a soft, silken pillow you laugh, gasping breaths accompanying you. Tears pricking your eyes, you wipe them quickly as you turn back to your boyfriend and his half-hard dick.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You choke out in between little laughs. Clearing your throat, you attempt to make his red face lessen in what appears to be a mix of embarrassment and shock.

“It’s a little funny, you have to admit!” You say, offering him a large and supportive smile.

Leaning back down, he buries his heated face into your neck.

“Fuck, Y/N…that’s so embarassing.” Bringing it back up, he looks you in the eyes seriously.

“We are SO not drinking that much tomorrow night!”

NAMJOON

You and Joon had probably had a litttleeee bit too much to drink tonight, but who could blame you guys? When the boys had suggested throwing a little party for mono’s release, Joon had been fully for the idea. Well, that ‘little’ party ended up having around 150 or so participants, and with them came stacks and stacks of Grey Goose, Tequila, Jim Beam, and a variety of other alcohols. Once you were three drinks in you had thought to yourself the dangerous ‘fuck it’ mentality, and simply gone all out. Once Namjoon had seen you downing your 3rd shot, he decided to join your drunkenness.

Now it was 3am, and the two of you were completely and utterly wasted. To be fair, though, so was everyone else. Jimin stumbled past the two of you into the uber, practically drooling his goodbye.

“I wanna fuck you so hard you scream.” Joon’s whisper is thick with lust in your ear, and your whole body shivers in response.

“Yes, please.” You whisper back, pulling his hand into yours and intertwining your fingers.

Finally, your ride turned up to take you back to the apartment. The entire ride back the two of you made out in the back of the car, much to the annoyance of the poor driver. He didn’t voice his complaints, though, and you made sure to tip him 120% of the fee. That definitely softened the experience, as he flashed you the biggest grin you’d ever seen.

Pulling you into his bedroom, Joon locked the door and pulled you into his arms. Embracing you, he let out a deep breath, voicing “fucking finally” into the darkness. The two of you fumbled to the bed, falling onto it. Heavy petting quickly followed, and before you knew it his index finger had made its way up your thigh, under your skirt, and into your slick pussy. Moaning, you pushed against him, rubbing his palm on your aching clit. There was a rusting of clothing, then a small grunt of annoyance. Knowing he’d pulled his pants off, you reached down expecting to feel the length of his usually rock-hard dick. Instead, you were met with a soft and rather smaller version of what you were expecting, with his hand wrapped around the base.

“Joon?” You asked, confused.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve had too much to drink.” At this, he pulls himself from your heat and you can hear the evident embarrassment in his voice. Quickly, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him into a cuddle.

“It’s okay, baby.” You replied. “I’m happy to just cuddle you.” He instantly cuddles you back.

HOSEOK

Hobi was pulling at your bra insistently, and you pushed it into his hand. The award show’s afterparty had been pretty wild, and since the two of you had been unable to act publicly indecent you were excited to finally be home. Hoseok had had a lot more to drink than he usually did, and instead of being his normal self he was all over the place. Walking as though he had two left feet, he had been tripped over one of Namjoon’s precious bear things, whatever they were. He’d pay for that in the morning, you thought to yourself.

You’d only had a few drinks throughout the night; more than Hoseok, but you were better at holding your alcohol…to an extent. As you also stumbled onto the carpet of the living room, tripping over nothing but thin air and your own intoxication, you realised you were drunker than you thought.

Hobi fell onto the ground next to you, reaching out to grope you with an adorable giggle. Rolling into his arms, the two of you lay there on the floor, hands running over each other’s bodies.

Pulling at his sweatpants, you begged for him to take them off. Shaking his head, he pulled your leggings down instead.

“You first, baby.” He says with a wink that warms your belly.

He peels off your tight and flattering leggings, revealing the skimpy g-string you chose to avoid visible pantylines. He whistles in approval of this choice, grabbing your bare ass cheeks roughly. His excitement spurs you on, and you shove your hand down the front of his loose bottoms, past the tight waistband of his underwear underneath. Your hand meets the opposite of what you were expecting, and you freeze, confused. Hoseok snatches you hand back out instantly, feeling you tense up.

“I…I’m drunk.” He says weakly. His eyes meet yours in the dim room, and you can see he looks almost sad.

“Hobi! I don’t mind at all, I was just confused.” You shake your head in amusement, then stand up and grab your clothes. He looks up at you, looking lost. You laugh at his expression and reach a hand down to him, motioning to pull him up.

“Come on babe,” you explain, “let’s get ready for bed now.”

You give him a smile, and he gives you a relieved and thankful one in return as he takes your hand.

YOONGI

Walking into Yoongi’s studio, you could smell the scotch in the air. Once he spoke, you could definitely smell it on his breath.

“Y/N!” Yoongi looks up from his glass, offering you a gummy smile that you don’t quite return.

“Why are you drinking again?” Your question sounds dead and emotionless as it leaves your lips. His smile drops instantly.

“I only drank yesterday as well, Y/N. It’s because we have a few days until tour, then after that I won’t be able to get even remotely pissfaced.” He scoffs, as though the whole thing is a joke. It definitely isn’t to you.

You can’t stop the venom in your voice as you reply. “Yea. Instead of spending it with me.”

“What?” Yoongi looks confused, furrowing his brow at you and shaking his head.

Sighing, you plunk down onto the soft couch-bed in his studio. “It’s just…I won’t see you for weeks.”

He seems to understand and nods. Then he stands, coming over to you and sitting by your side.

“Puts you in a mood, hey?” His question is somewhat breathy, and scotch floats through the air as he rests a hand on your upper thigh. Your body immediately reacts to his touch and his long fingers stroking your skin, and you feel yourself growing wet.

“Mmmm…yes…” Your reply is also breathy, and catches in your throat. Instinctively, you place a hand on his chest. Reaching under his shirt with the other, you feel the hard chest under it, his heartbeat pulsing through your palm.

“Fuck.” He whispers, before capturing your mouth with his. You taste scotch and something else, something passionate. His kisses are urgent, and he lies you down under him on the small couch-bed. Grabbing the front of his sweatpants, you try and rub your palm against his hard dick. However, you simply feel a still-soft, disappointing result.

He pulls his mouth from yours, and sighs resignation into your neck. Pulling up from you, he stays above you while looking at your face, holding himself up with his arms.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m too drunk.” He pulls himself off you, sitting on the edge of the mattress. You scoot up to join him, and pull his hands into yours. He turns and looks at you, clearly disappointed.

Rolling your eyes, you plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Whatever, silly.” You say lightheartedly. “Let’s go get ice cream?”

Relief flashes in his eyes, then a definite spark of softness. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he kisses it.

“You’re the best, Y/N. I already can’t wait to be back to be back in your arms.”

JIMIN

Jimin was obviously pretty drunk, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. You had been hanging out with your boyfriend and the other members all day, and after dinner Hoseok had popped open a bottle of champagne. After that, beer and a couple of sneaky shots had followed, and the boys were all completely trashed. Since you were almost completely sober, it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Holy fucking shit guys! Look at this!” Tae held up a bottle of expensive vodka that had been buried in the back of their cupboard. Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged a cheeky look, then started chanting in unison.

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Jungkook joined in as soon as he heard, rushing over from the game of Fortnite he was watching Jin play. Throwing the controller down, Jin bolted into the kitchen to join the fanchant. Grinning, Tae spun the top off the bottle, bringing it up to his mouth amid the outrageous cheering surrounding him. Slipping his hands around your waist, Jimin whispered hotly into your ear, tickling your neck.

“Please give me a blowjob, Y/N.” Spinning around in his arms, you laughed and planted a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Oh really?” You asked playfully, cocking one eyebrow upwards. His cheeks grew a little red but his eyes grew excited, and he gave sharp little nods. Tae cheered victoriously as he finished a rather large mouthful of the stuff, Jungkook motioning for him to pass the bottle around.

Pulling on your hand, Jimin led you away from the chaotic fun. Making your way into the bathroom, he shut the door and locked it with a hazy grin.

“Get on your knees, baby.” He commanded, and you dropped down obediently. Ignoring the cold of the tiles seeping through your thin jeans, you pulled down his shorts and his underwear. He was getting hard, but wasn’t quite there yet. You pulled him into your mouth, and he groaned at the warmth. Attempting to make him stiffer you tried your best to stimulate the head, gently pulling the shaft. Despite looking pleasured, nothing was happening.

“I…shit, Y/N. I can’t get hard.” His voice is distinctly upset, so you remove your mouth from him. He pulls up his underwear, and his shorts quickly follow.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drunk so much.” His face is bright red, and you hop onto the bathroom sink. Pulling him closer so he stands between your legs, you place your hands on his cheeks and move his mopey face to look at yours.

“I love you Chim. I don’t care.” You pulled him closer and hugged him tightly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

TAEHYUNG

Tae was giving you a drunken back massage, after the two of you had stupidly spent the night drinking and playing board games. Satisfied with the night, you were definitely far more drunk than Tae was. To be fair, his buzz was pretty high too. And it was making you really, really horny.

“Fuck Tae, can we just fuck now?” You know you sound desperate, but you don’t even care. You want him, and you want him now. He sounds surprised as he answers, a little bit out of it.

“Huh? Now?” Climbing off you, he pulls you up so the two of you are sitting facing one another.

“Yes, Tae, nowwwwww.” You draw out the word like a needy child, and he laughs at your pout.

“Sure Y/N.” He gives you a wink, but in his state it only comes out as a slow, stupid looking blink. You break into laughter, jumping onto him and pushing him back to the ground. The kisses are slow and sloppy, the two of you aiming decidedly badly. It’s so clumsy you can’t even really tell which parts of the bodies are yours and which are his; you’re just a tangled mess of drunken lovers.

“You’re tickling me!” Tae proclaims, and you push your sweaty body off his with another childish pout. Pushing himself up onto his forearms, he suddenly gets a little serious.

“I’m not going to be able to get it up.” He offers a crooked smile at the end, and you laugh at him as you try to understand what he means.

“What do you meannnnnnn?” You drawl out, looking confused and sticking out your bottom lip.

Tae rolls his eyes at you, deliberately flicking you with his foot. Yelping and flicking it back, you giggled hysterically at him.

“My dick won’t get hard no matter how sexy you are!” He exclaims pointedly, looking straight at your tits in the revealing shirt you chose.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you understand it must be embarrassing and you notice the red in his cheeks and his defensive position. Rolling back over, you pull your shirt up to show your bare back again.

“Then get back on my massage, please!” The joke has the desired effect, and your silly boyfriend starts laughing again.

JUNGKOOK

“You look so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook’s words are nuzzled into your neck, making you even hornier than before. The two of you had just arrived home from your friend’s 21st birthday, and you had both had too much to drink. He was stumbling a little as he walked, and you had taken your heels off long ago as they had become a serious hazard in your current state.

“Urgh, Kookie…” you moaned back. He had you pressed up against the kitchen table, and the whole apartment was deadly quiet besides your whispered conversation. Moonlight shining through the big glass windows is the only source of light the two of you have, illuminating each other. Pulling his shirt off, he reveals his hard and toned abs. You reach out quickly and spread your hands across them, biting your lip at the man in front of you. He gives a breathy groan in response, digging his hips into yours. Looking down you see his visible v-line, just waiting for you to follow it downwards. Unbuttoning his jeans, you go to pull them down but he stops you before you can.

“Hang on, Y/N.” Jungkook chokes out, reaching under your dress and pulling it up. Lifting your arms in anticipation, he then pulls it off over your head. Now in only panties and your bra, he gives you a once over, his eyes widening.

“Sexy. You. Are. Sexy.” Each word comes out slowly and in amazement, and you naturally go bright red. Rubbing his hand against the crotch of your panties, he can feel your heat through the thin fabric. Reaching for his jeans again, you hungrily tug at the waist. Once again he pushes you away, and this time he takes a step back. His head is down, and his hands swing at his sides.

“Kookie?” You ask, concerned. He shakes his head and looks up at you.

“I can’t get it up.” He looks absolutely devastated, and you hop off the marble. Taking a step towards him, he keeps his eyes on your face, desperate to read your thoughts.

“You're too drunk?” You ask carefully. He sighs.

“Yea. I am.” He still sounds disappointed, and a bit like he’s going to cry. Wrapping your hands around his naked waist, you pull his chest to you.

“I don't mind.” You whisper warmly, and he holds you tightly.

“I know.” He replies, sounding sad but simultaneously relieved. He kisses the top of your head lovingly, and you can’t help but smile despite it all.

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[stephhannes]

212.

one year ago, we left new york.

a week before we moved out of our apartment, i started cleaning. our kitchen was a straight-up disaster zone. when we first moved in, the AC unit in the kitchen was leaking underneath the tiles so everything was just….moist for awhile. for whatever reason, nathan refused to call maintenance whenever something was broken in the apartment so we lived with a wet floor for months until it started leaking in the apartment below us and they fixed it one day when i was at work.

because of that, there were weird remnants of amazon boxes that had melted and become a frankentile with the flooring. and we put off cleaning that for….the entire time we lived there. nathan’s whole concept of cleaning was “we can put it off until right before we move, it’ll be fine, we’ll still get our security deposit back.” i, however, could not live in a scum palace, so i would clean up once a week, but a lot of it slipped through the cracks. so the week before we left, there i was, cleaning all the cracks in the kitchen. i sat and scrubbed the kitchen floor for hours, painstakingly scraping up weird sticky spots and cardboard. there was a drawer that just had loose rice in it from a broken bag, and cleaning that was surprisingly tricky. i lysol’d the chicken shelf. i completely dismembered our stove to scrub underneath the burners. i swept up all of the onion skin and coffee grounds that had fallen in the crevice between the counters and the fridge. and then i moved onto the bathroom. while i wish i could have taken a match to the room, i just poured fabuloso all over the entire space, which is basically the same thing. my favorite part was when nathan came home one day and was like “wow, the bathroom looks so nice….why did you clean it?” and i was just like…..because, you idiot, we’re moving in a week and i’m trying to get a security deposit back. the only thing worse than having to clean all of the hair out of the sink was the period of time that our bathtub wouldn’t drain and i had to take a bath with every shower i took.

i’m a person who likes to be over-prepared. especially when it comes to things like traveling, or moving. i make lists, i get all my ducks in a row ahead of time and count them twice. nathan is the exact opposite. we left nyc on the morning of may 23rd, and i couldn’t quit work until may 21st, because i couldn’t afford to take any more days than that off. in my head, i anticipated that on the 22nd we would have been doing the final touches on cleaning and packing. we would have all our furniture out, all of the floors swept, everything we were taking back to texas in suitcases. the only thing we’d have out is the mattress so that we could go to bed at a decent time and be well-rested for our flight the next morning, the only thing we’d have to do in the morning is toss our mattress on the streets and leave.

but of course, that’s not how it panned out. the week leading up to moving, nathan did absolutely nothing in regards to packing. the only thing that got done was the prior cleaning i had accomplished. on may 21st, i got very drunk at my going-away party at work, came home at some stupid hour and fell asleep. i woke up at like 2pm on the 22nd, and nathan still hadn’t started anything. i had to go run an errand downtown, so i picked up the halal guys on my way back uptown. when i got back, we ate and then he went to the gym and then i was like uhhh ok i guess i should start getting shit together. so while he was at the gym i packed up all of my clothes. then, when i moved onto packing up the kitchen, i realized there was a lot of alcohol still left, and me, being a certified poor person, didn’t want to waste the money i had spent on it, so i started drinking while cleaning. when he got back from the gym, we accomplished my favorite part of moving- we slam dunked his nasty basketball shoes right into the dumpster.

we took turns throwing trash out into the hall, and leaving furniture down in the lobby. and eventually, around 4am, we had most of our garbage cleaned out of the apartment. also by this point, i had sobered up from drinking earlier in the night and was feeling dehydrated and terrible. all i wanted to do was sleep, but we still had so much to get done. by this point, i was getting stressed because we definitely were not close to finishing on time.

my breaking point was when we were trying to re-assemble our smoke detector. we disassembled it at some point early in our time living there because it would go off even if we were just boiling water. nathan struggled to put it back together for like 10 minutes and called me into the hallway to advise. me, being a person who’s done this before suggested, “oh so you have to flip that latch and then put the battery on top of it, then screw on the top,” and of course, immediately, nathan was like “no, that’s not right that doesn’t make any sense,” and after struggling for five more minutes i pushed him out of the way and was like, “oh my god let me do this” and i re-assembled it on my first try. because i was right.

we watched the sun rise over the GWB one last time.

our flight was leaving in 3 hours. we still had a couch, and a bed, and a table in the apartment. i had a headache. we hadn’t eaten in hours. so while nathan ran out to get bagels i cried for a solid 15 minutes out of exhaustion and stress.

i moved to new york with two suitcases. one for all my clothes/shoes, and one for towels, linens and pillows. somehow i thought i’d be able to leave new york with two suitcases, despite having accumulating even more stuff. i was shocked when i was actually able to fit everything that i owned and wanted to keep into one suitcase, my second one was basically just dedicated to nathan’s shoes and winter clothes.

when we were leaving for the airport i remember mentioning, “hey we should probably call an uber because i doubt all of our suitcases are going to fit into a taxi,” but nathan refused, so we walked two blocks to get a taxi and then had to spend a stupid amount of time playing jenga to get our suitcases into aforementioned taxi. two fit in the trunk, one was in the front seat, one was in my lap.

my suitcase was 10lbs overweight and southwest charges $75 for an overweight bag. so of course i lost my god damn mind and started crying and flung myself to the floor and started throwing things out of my bag and trying to shuffle things around to get it underweight. i was an airport goblin. here’s the thing: i’m actually very good at traveling. i’ve gotten my personal travel down to a science and i love flying and am usually very collected. but i was so stressed, i hadn’t slept in a day, and it truly brought out the worst in me.

once we made it onto the plane nathan told me that he never wanted to travel with me again because i am a disaster, and i promised that i’m not usually like that, but he definitely didn’t believe me- i’m so glad i made a good first impression. whenever we got to our parents’ houses back in texas i sent him a very nice text apologizing for being the human equivalent of a hurricane and he was just like, “it’s fine, you’re lucky i love you and also that i know exactly who you are.” which is true, i’m lucky that he knew and accepted exactly what kind of gremlin he was about to spend the rest of his life with.

despite paying a disgusting amount of money in rent, that was a dope little apartment. we had more space than we knew what to do with, literally half of our furniture in the living room was just a pile of nathan’s clothes because we needed something to take up some space. it was nice to have a doorman, even though there were a handful of times when i got stopped on my way into the building. my favorite time was when i rolled in at 3am after drinking with coworkers, and i had left my columbia ID in the apartment. usually this wasn’t an issue, but the person at the front desk stopped me for once and wouldn’t let me go upstairs without it. when you’re an actual columbia student, it’s not an issue because you can just give your student ID number to get in, but i was like “uhhhhh i don’t have one, i don’t go here, my husband does, please just let me into my home i want to be in my bed i am so drunk” and they were like “ok well he can bring your ID or he can sign you in,” and i was like “I PAY SO MUCH MONEY IN RENT HERE. MY ID IS UPSTAIRS, IN THE APARTMENT THAT I PAY RENT FOR, I CAN GO UPSTAIRS, TO THE APARTMENT I LIVE IN, AND BRING MY ID AND SHOW IT TO YOU” at this point, the doorman was DONE with me and was like, “well if i let you upstairs to get your ID, i’d still be letting you into the building without an ID and i can’t do that,” and i stood corrected, yeah ok touché, and then i had to call nathan to bring down my ID. luckily he was still awake, and since i was very drunk and love drama when i get stressed i started crying in the lobby while i was waiting for nathan to come downstairs. i would say this was my NYC rock bottom, but my NYC rock bottom was obviously the night i threw up in a mcdonald’s and 3 subway stations and lost my phone.

even though i was constantly stressed living in NYC, it was nice being able to come home to an apartment that wasn’t tiny, had a ton of natural light, and never had a rat (or carpenter bee) problem. i’m also so glad we got to avoid having roommates. we never really “moved into” our apartment- all of our furniture was trash we collected off of the streets, i never decorated anything, or even hung up all of my clothes. we knew we were going to be leaving new york after that year, so we tried to invest as little money as possible into the apartment. in fact, we invested so little money in the apartment that i didn’t have a mirror the entire time we lived there- we also had no overhead lighting. we found one lamp, so our bedroom got a lamp. if we wanted light in the living room, instead of just buying two lamps, we’d have to decide which room needed the light more and move the lamp accordingly.

when we moved to philly, even though all of our furniture was the cheapest we could find at walmart, we still actually spent money on buying matching furniture. pretty much all of our decor came from my old apartment in austin, but at least we tried to do some decorating. even though we put effort into having a kind of put-together home, it still felt less like home than 60 haven avenue did.

here’s a few pictures of our old apartment. first, the living room- where you can see “the pile” in its full glory. instead of folding and putting clothes away, nathan just dumped all of his clothing in a pile in the living room, partially because he didn’t care about organization and partially to just fill up some dead space. second, a corner of our bedroom- we fit a full mattress and still had a ton of space in the room. the window looked out at the GWB, which was my favorite part of the apartment. third, the bathroom- the only reason the shower curtain and bath mat look coordinated is because i brought them with me from my austin apartment. (the only reason we have a shower curtain is because i brought it. nathan didn’t think we needed one, and literally didn’t have one for a few weeks before i moved in). finally, the kitchen- it was pretty small but it did the job. this is a terrible picture of it, but you can see the amazon boxes that got fused to the floor when the floor started to leak. also pictured is a broom and dustpan, two items that sat in plain sight in the kitchen the entire time we lived there, but that nathan was still shocked to learn that we owned the first time he saw me sweeping the floors. 

[cryptidsandcatacombs]

Jingle Bones

Fuck you that title is funny. Why aren’t you laughing?

Summary: There’s two kinds of sounds made in the home of the Bone Brothers: The trousling of bones and the ding of christmas cookies being done and Papyrus screaming at popcorn strings to work. Actually that’s three. Stop laughing I can count. 

Ship: Sans/Ash

A/N: This is a request for @lildreamysoul. The threatening trousling of bones at 3am made me do this. Take place after Undertale in the aboveground suburban area. Sorry this is uber late the winter said fuck you to my motivation around the holidays.

Christmas time traditions for the monsters of the underground were no different from what you would call human tradition. With this said, the monsters had no problems fitting in when they got immigrated from the Underground to integrate with the humans above ground. 

However, the Bones Brother Christmas was always somewhat more special. Ash, Sans and Papyrus were slaving away preparing for the holidays to come. Sounds of popcorn popping in the microwave filled the kitchen and so did the clutter of dishes. This may be Ash’s first year with them, but she was in for a treat.

“Hey Paps, can you turn up our yearly usual,” Sans said from the kitchen. The sound of Papyrus’ gleeful screeching followed the request along with the sounds of digging.

“The usual,” Ash asked. 

“Oh yea! This is your first year with us isn’t it? We usually play Mettaton’s Christmas album. It’s Paps fave tradition,” Sans said reaching over into the fridge for some milk. 

Soon the sounds of Jingle Bell Rock from Mettaton’s beautiful voice rose from the stereo.

“Yeeeee that’s my jam,” Papyrus screeched in triumph. Clearly the sound of Mettaton fused with too much eggnog have given him a bad case of the Christmas spirit. 

Sans chuckled at his brothers obvious glee. Suddenly, a ding was heard from the microwave. “Oop, popcorn’s done.”

Sans opened the microwave the smell of popcorn filled the air. “Here’s another bag bro. Careful, it’s hot,” Sans said tossing Paps the popcorn bag. 

Papyrus was busy at work with his special popcorn string for the tree. This was one tradition they had recently heard of. Papyrus, when he heard, was of course all of it. However..... “Son OF A---,” Papyrus never imagined how hard it would be until now. “I will get you foul popcorn string,” Papyrus said giving his signature battle cry never one to back down from a challenge. 

Ash gave a chuckle at all the commotion coming from the living room from Papyrus. “Is it always this exciting,” Ash had to venture to ask. 

“Yeah well, we usually try to liven up the place. There’s only one thing missing though,” Sans answered.

“What’s that,” Ash asked.

“Oh uh hehe you’ll see,” Sans said winking mischievously. “So anyways,”Sans said turning his attention to more important matters which is usually code for Ash and food related matters,”Let’s see a cutie pie about some cookies.”

Sans drew closer to Ash who was currently taking about a bag of cookie mix. “These are just some homemade ginger and sugar cookies. Wanna help?”

“As if I’d say no,” Sans chuckled taking a bowl out of the cabinet. “Ya know, it’s nice that you’re here. It’s always been kind of just Papyrus and I. So, having another person around as a part of the family has been amazing,” Sans confessed.

Ash turned her head immediately flustered by this statement. “I’m family,” she asked.

“Of course. We love you here. Besides, I love you. You know this and so does Papyrus. You’re kinda like the sister he never had. So yeah, you’re family to us,” Sans said trying to play it off as casual. Him scuffing his feet across the kitchen floor said otherwise. 

Ash blushed not knowing how to respond. She was happy though. She really was. All she could do was give Sans a kiss on the forehead. “I love you too my little bonehead,” Ash said only knowing this. “You two have been family to me too.”

A small blue blush shined over Sans cheekbones. “You flatter me Ash.”

Suddenly, a crash came from the living room. “HEY,” Ash and Sans heard from the living room. It was Papyrus in all his fury. 

“And boom there it is,” Sans said. 

They went to check only to see that Toby Fox the annoying dog was scuffling away with Papyrus’ precious popcorn project (whoever says this 5 times fast messaged me and you’ll have my undying respect).

“Give that back to me fiend,” Papyrus said diving for the dog. However, the dog too quick for him tugged on the string and ran out the door with it into the snow. Carolers across the street cried in a mix of surprise and shock. It’s not every day you see a dog with a string of popcorn and a crazed skeleton running after him. 

 “And that was the thing we were missing this year,” Sans said answering Ash’s earlier question. 

“Should we go after them,” Ash suggested.

“Nah, they’re usually back by cookie time cause that’s when Mettaton’s Christmas Carol starts,” Sans said helping Ash with the cookie dough. 

“Any good,” Ash teased.

“It’s Mettaton. I’d say it’s electrifying,” Sans joked. Get it cause Mettaton’s a robot....come on people these jokes don’t write themselves and quite frankly I don’t appreciate the fact some of you don’t think I’m hilarious. 

As the minutes droned on, Ash and Sans were slapping the cookies in the oven before they knew it. 

“And done,” Ash said as both Sans and her slid onto the floor into a floury mess. 

“Ya know, making cookies is a lot more fun with you around,”Sans said wiping a bit of mess on Ash’s cheek with his thumb. He smiled and looked calmly into her eyes as he did. Daw it’s like something out of a Hallmark Christmas movie. Say aww damn it.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Ash giggled as she returned the favor by cleaning the mess off Sans’ face with her thumb. 

“Honestly, I lied,”Sans said standing up,” There’s one more thing I did forget.”

Ash’s eyebrow quirked curious. “And what’s that?”

Soon, Ash found herself with a face full of flour. “That,” Sans said his hands full of more ammunition. 

Ash wiped the mess of her face and smirked. “It’s war is it,” Ash said hands full of flour throwing it back at Sans. 

Sans threw some back sending Ash into a roll and dodge with her own bag of flour. She threw some onto the floor cleverly using the flour as an imitation smoke bomb. The sound of footsteps into the living room proceeded. 

“You’re not getting away that easily,” Sans said running into the living, flour in tow. 

Ash was hidden around the corner waiting for the right time. Suddenly, she found herself pelted from behind. 

“I’m sorry did you really just try that,” Sans joked from behind her. 

“Worth a shot,” she said smashing flour in his face using his close distance to her advantage. 

The flour war raged on. Suddenly, Ash felt something cold on her back. It was a snowball.

“The spoils of war,” Papyrus cried popcorn string in one hand that looked half eaten by the dog. “And don’t tell me you started the pre Mettaton Christmas special cookie war without me,” Papyrus whined.

Sans and Ash looked at each other exchanging a mutual glance. Papyrus automatically understood this look. “Oh swizzle sticks,” he said soon meeting his fate being pelted with flour. 

The half hour droned on the all three lay on the floor exhausted. “Well, that was fun,” Ash said.

“Yeah, told you we know how to party,” Sans responded.

Soon a ding was heard from the kitchen. Papyrus screeched in the glee as he heard it. “Oh boy it’s Mettaton Christmas Special and cookie time,” he said getting up to get the cookies. 

“Need help,” Ash offered.

“Nah he got it,” Sans said leading Ash to the couch.

Sans took the remote for himself waiting for Papyrus to get back to turn on the movie. 

“Hey,” Ash said wanting Sans to turn his attention.

“Yeah,” Sans asked turning his head to Ash.

Ash the kissed his lips. Sans sat there frozen for a second surprised by the kiss but then slowly kissed back cupping Ash’s face into his hands. 

“Merry Christmas Sans,” Ash said blushing.

“Merry Christmas Ash,” Sans said as Papyrus came back with a plate of cookies and glasses of egg nog.

Annoying dog had gratefully joined them for the special just as he always did. Sans turned on the movie with one arm wrapped around Ash. 

Sometimes Christmas tradition is two skeletons, a human and Toby Fox a dog and honestly, who could ask for anything more. Merry Christmas you filthy animals. 

[coffeeandmonbebe]

Dramarama (part 1/x)

hi guys! This is my first attempt to write fanfiction :) I really love Monsta X and after watching Dramarama, I wanted to write something based on the Kihyun-Jooheon friendship. Please like/repost if you’d want me to continue the story! Hope you enjoy :)

Genre: fluff (for now lol)

Word count: 1,377

Chapters: 1 ,  2 , 3 , 4 , 5 ,  6,  7, 8

Kihyun’s Pov

I’ve known Jooheon since I was five.

Our moms were best friends and we became best friends too…that sort of thing. Every weekend, mom would take me early in the morning from our tiny shoebox apartment into an uptown two-level condo. She would sit with Mrs. Lee drinking wine we would never be able to afford without eating nothing for a month. I would go to Jooheon’s room– five times the size of mine. He had shelves and shelves of figurines, with a family computer stacked near his bulky Mac. Jooheon was pretty selfless for a five year old. He’d even give me a figurine from his huge collection whenever I was feeling down. I’d only ever play with them at night, because God knows what mom would do to me if she found out.

Mom landed a job as a teacher in the prep school Jooheon was attending, which meant I would get a huge discount studying there. Grade school was a blur of rushing to Jooheon’s high-rise condo after class playing video games and watching TV until mom was done with grading papers late in the evening, picking me up and bringing me back to our tiny, ratty old apartment.

Jooheon landed a spot in the baseball varsity team of our high school. I couldn’t make the cut. They said I run funny. Eventually, my interest went to mathematics instead. As I excelled in calculus, Jooheon scored trophies, regularly appearing in the school newspaper sitting down on two teammates’ shoulders, his eyes becoming two slits with his smile wide and vibrant. Of course, even though I was just as good in solving the perpendicular line from point x as Jooheon was good in scoring a homerun, the real ladykiller between the two of us would be him. Girls would practically be throwing themselves at him, hungry eyes and trembling fingers, as if he were a fresh piece of meat in the middle of a pit of starving lions. Jooheon knew, yet he always kept cool about it. 

Sure, he’s had his experience making out and reaching “third base” and all. But he was careful with the girls he pursued. They were never the smoking hot ones that make all the boys in the hall look their way as they pass. They weren’t the ones coming to school after break with a nicely done nosejob and double eyelid. They were the quiet ones. Beautiful, but quiet. Hard to crack. Many boys have tried with them before. But only Jooheon had that ability to reach out and peak their interest, tapping into their isolated world. Charming bastard, that guy.

I was one of the top contenders applying for scholarship for the lead university in the country and got it just fine. Jooheon, using his charm and expertise in ass-kissery, was able to appeal and get into the same university too, maybe with the help of a little bribery and enforcements from his wealthy family. Heck, his great grandfather built the damn university.

It was a late, lonely, cold, and dreary end of a college party when I met…

Her.

A frat Jooheon and I weren’t even a part of had a party, and it was coming to a steady end. It was 3AM, people were scattered on the floor either making out or lying in their own vomit. Jooheon was passed out as well, and I chuckled as I pulled out my phone to take a shot of the drunken mess he had become. He may have been quiet the athlete, but this guy couldn’t handle his liquor at all.

The room was quiet. Only drunken murmurs and Uber calls could be heard. I looked up from my phone, and there she was.

She wasn’t someone who would turn heads at first glance. There was nothing that would strike you if you give her a once-over. She had no makeup on, and you could tell she didn’t really need it anyway. Her face was pale, her lips a little glossy with clear lip balm, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was a natural black tied up in a messy bun that was about to fall apart any second. Bare faced and flawed, but that’s what made her beautiful. This wasn’t even the beer talking. I avoided drinking the whole night just to make sure Jooheon’s fancy ass Benz would get to his flat without a scratch. She was wearing a baggy Kiss sweater with leggings and a pair of black converse. She was hovering around another girl passed out drunk near Jooheon. I gaped at the girl in front of me for a few minutes before gathering enough courage to cough. She looked up from her braindead friend, eyes widening, tilting her head slightly as if to ask me what the matter was.

“Long night, huh…” I smiled and leaned back, my hands behind me and on the floor, trying to look like I wasn’t having the fastest heartrate I’ve ever experienced in my 20 years of existence.

“Yeah… guess you didn’t get to have much to drink either.” She smiled back at me. I swear my heart was going to burst.

“What brings you and your friend here so late? Waiting for someone?” I asked with genuine concern.

“She’s my roommate. We’re looking for a ride home, but…” She glanced down at her phone, furrowing her brows in annoyance. She looked back up at me and shrugged. “…lousy signal. I can’t—“

“I… can.” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

She tilted her head again, confused and waiting for me to continue.

“I—I.. I can bring you home. I… I didn’t drink a thing.”

Driving at night was one of my most favorite things. Whenever I was angry, upset, stressed, or just needed to think for a few minutes, I’d get the keys to my old, dusty convertible and just drive. I’d hear the engine revving, and the lousy wheels would make the car rattle too much in some potholes, but it was alright. The city lights, the night breeze, and the moon made it all worth it. But now, in Jooheon’s Benz, it was almost too quiet. The movement of the car was smoothened by the interior technology my barista job couldn’t afford. I found the luxurious comfort almost disturbing. Especially with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen sitting next to me on the passenger seat.

“Just keep going straight until you see a 7 Eleven, then turn left and we’re there.”

“Okay.” My hands gripped the steering wheel, pooling with sweat. Jooheon’s snoring could be heard from the backseat.

I carefully took a left turn and stopped in front of a small compound. Turning off the car, I turned towards Miss Universe next to me, wishing I’d had at least a half bottle of Soju just to give me the courage to speak again.

“Uh… I’m sorry, I know I’ve hassled you enough, but… can you maybe help me?” She looked embarrassed and gestured toward her friend who was already slumped on Jooheon’s shoulder, drooling on his Topman t-shirt.

“Oh right, yeah of course it’s no worry.” I said a bit too quickly. I hastily got out of my seat to open the door for her, and she stepped out, helping me drag her friend out of the car. I slumped the poor girl on my shoulder fireman style and headed to her room upstairs. I let Beautiful in to clean her roommate up a bit and waited in the living room. Their townhouse was nice and neat. Although small, it was enough for two college students to get by. She goes out of the room after what seemed like hours but was probably just 10 minutes. I stood up from the couch-futon on the corner of the room.

“Thanks” we both said in unison. I chuckled and looked at the floor, wanting to bash my head on the wall.

She laughed.

“Nah, I really owe you one. I’m sorry I only noticed this now, but… What’s your name?”

Fuck. Her name. Of course my lousy clueless ass brain forgot to introduce myself to her.

“U—uh… Kihyun. Yoo Kihyun.”

She leaned on the wall across me.

“Cool. I’m Mi-Cha.”