#it was midnight and I was sober and polite which probably isn’t gonna happen much longer

[spocksgotemotions]

anxiety is a hell of a drug cause its like “oh goodness I hope this 7-11 employee won’t be mad at me for paying with cash…” like this person working nights at a convenience store is gonna give a shit what kind of legal tender I pay with

[bazaarwords]

“This is stupid,” said Mako, feeling stupid. “This is so stupid.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been roped into an activity at his friends’ request. Wasn’t even the first time he’d worn fishnet stockings. The previous time wasn’t something he’d ever want to relive, but at least he’d been at the bottom of his tenth (or maybe twelfth, he hadn’t been keeping track) shot of hard liquor. He’d been ready then, and more than willing to wrestle on the ill-fitting pair that Opal had divested at some point during the evening.

Wobbling down the frighteningly crowded street, a good five feet behind his friends, he was stone-cold sober. Not only that, but he’d managed to draw the short straw, and found himself as the unwilling designated driver who, one: could not walk in heels, and two: could not drive in heels. No matter how many times Asami assured him that both feats were a cakewalk, Mako figured that, had he been involved in an actual cakewalk, he would have fallen on his ass in much the same fashion as he had when he’d first donned the six-inch deathtraps.

“Can you guys just—“ He stumbled on nothing, barely managing to keep his footing on flat concrete. “Just slow down!”

“Yeah, bro!” Bolin called back, not turning around, not slowing down, doing nary a goddamn thing to help Mako as he tried desperately not to collapse and break every bone in his body. Knowing his brother, Bolin probably hadn’t heard a single word.

Selective listening, Bolin had called it. Being a piece of shit, Mako had replied.

He staggered the last block to their destination, almost running into Opal when they’d finally stopped. She grabbed his shoulder to stabilize him. “You okay there?” she laughed, “You look a little… unstable.”

“I am unstable. I can’t walk in these damn things,” he said, scowling. “How do you do it?”

“Practice,” Opal replied simply. “But I’m only wearing pumps tonight—Asami’s the heel master.”

Mako grunted. “She said it was easy.”

“For her. She’s had the practice,” Opal regarded him calmly. “They do wonders for your calves, though.”

“Great.”

Maybe they did, but Mako was a lot more interested in sitting down for the remainder of the night, kicking the heels off, and setting them on fire. But there was just something about the whole situation that made him think that he might not be finding any semblance of comfort for quite some time. Was it the line of scantily-clad people he was standing in? Maybe. Or perhaps the fact that the only person in their group wearing pants was Bolin? Quite possibly. Maybe it was the glare from Korra’s golden underwear that had him inadvertently staring at her ass every few seconds. A definite maybe.

Everything about the night was uncomfortable. He was groped several times by several different men when they finally got their tickets, walking down a dimly lit corridor. Whether the groping was intentional or not, he wasn’t sure. What he was sure about was that he’d just stumbled into a theatre full of half-naked people.

A man wearing nothing but a skirt grabbed his ass and walked off like it hadn’t happened.

Stupid.

Bolin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so excited.

Yes there was fake blood in his eye, and the liberal application of hairspray hadn’t worked for long, but his torn leather vest was badass and his fake plastic saxophone was badass and Opal was sitting next to him with no pants on and everything was just badass.

And if things couldn’t get any more badass, Asami emptied a purse full of mini liquor bottles on to Korra’s lap, and Korra (the saint) took the liberty of distributing them to the group. Sans Mako, of course, who was sitting like a grump beside Bolin, arms crossed over his corset.

“Come on bro, lighten up!” he laughed, patting Mako’s arm reassuringly. “Tonight’s gonna be awesome!”

Mako gave him the Mako Look and while looking about as uncomfortable as was humanly possible, he also wasn’t going to ruin Bolin’s good mood. And his mood got even better because Opal gave him a kiss on the cheek, and another one on the lips and someone screamed at the top of their lungs down in front and threw handfuls of candy in the air, some of which Korra caught and passed out.

He was on his fifth peanut butter cup when the lights dimmed, and the entire theatre erupted in screams.

Opal grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him bodily and screaming, and Bolin was not about to let his girlfriend scream louder than him. He howled, wrapping an arm around sulking Mako who allowed Bolin manhandle him until a couple hundred people sang in unison.

Mako was sick and tired of this designated driver shit.

Bolin and Opal were sharing their fifth? Sixth? Mini bottle of rum and Korra and Asami had each downed like, a lot, and Mako had to sit and watch while Korra and Bolin hoisted their respective girlfriends up in the air, yelling the words to a song Mako could barely hear let alone understand.

He was trying to focus on the movie because he definitely didn’t want to be involved in whatever the hell was going on around him, but the four of them kept calling the character they’d dressed him up as an “asshole” every few minutes, so trying to pay attention to the convoluted plot was out of the question.

“My hero!”

Mako blinked at the screen, whipping toward a voice that had appeared to his side. There, in lingerie very similar to his own, was a thin man in a blonde wig and heavy makeup. He blew Mako a kiss.

“There she is!” was Bolin’s enthusiastic reply from behind him. “Come sit with your fiancé, he was getting lonely!”

It seemed that Mako’s voice had ceased to function, but he could still glare at Bolin with every ounce of ire he had left in his body.

At Bolin’s prompting, the man slid in beside Mako and grabbed one of his arms. “The perfect specimen of manhood!” he exclaimed, somehow leaving Mako even more speechless than he’d already been.

It was around the time Korra had hoisted Asami on to her shoulders and taken a lap around the theatre, grunting and yelling and getting a rise out of the entire audience, that Mako gave up entirely. He’d tried to understand the movie, he’d tried to politely decline the man still clinging to his arm, he’d tried to read the program and get involved, but it seemed as if he’d hit that final stage of grief.

He waved his feather boa around in time with the music.

When Mako had finally escaped the theatre, shoving his way through a mass of sweaty, scantily-clad people, he could have wept with joy.

“What happened to your fiancé, Mako?” was Korra’s first question. He turned to see his brother and friends leaning heavily against each other, giggling and having had a much better time than him. “She was beautiful!”

He frowned at her, which only served in making her giggle harder, snorting into Asami’s shoulder.

“Admit it, bro, you had a great time! I saw you flipping that boa around!”

He hadn’t. He had not had a great time. But his friends were in good moods, and even though his heels had sliced up his feet, and none of them were stable enough to help him back to the car—he wasn’t going to ruin the night.

“Sure, Bo. It was a lot of fun.”

They all cheered, crowding around him. Asami threw an arm over his shoulder, not needing as much support as his other friends. “Thanks for coming with us, Mako. I know decadence isn’t really your thing,” she said, patting his shoulder with one hand and supporting her stumbling girlfriend with the other.

Mako shrugged and swerved, narrowly missing a sewer grate. “I wouldn’t let you drive home like this.”

Asami nodded, a strange combination of sageness and drunkenness. She opened her mouth to speak again, but just then, Bolin started wailing the song from the beginning of the film, and it seemed that she had to sing along.

Science fiction, maybe, but a double feature? No. He’d barely survived the one.

If you’ve never seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show, look it up, prepárate, and go to a midnight showing near you. Preferably on Halloween.

Thanks for reading!

Read it on AO3 here.

AO3/ko-fi

[basically-i-write-shit]

Whumotober day 21-- laced drink

I know I've been skipping these but I HAD to do yesterday's

Tw for drinking away feelings, drugging, vague description of kidnapping

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...okay, so maybe it wasn't the best idea to go out drinking after his break up with Adrien. Not because of his fake ID, which he's surprised hasn't been caught yet, but because now he's alone at a bar and halfway to shitface drunk.

Rhydian had come with him, but they easily got distracted and ran off somewhere after spotting someone they knew; Luna was sick and didn't feel like going through a night of getting carded, and so she stayed behind. Ophelia wouldn't like it if he told her he was drinking his feelings, and so he hadn't even told her. So now he's alone, a pleasant buzz setting in while he waits for his latest drink. He'd been slowly testing out the different fruity concoctions at the bar and only half of them so far have been to his liking.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Brady looks up, finds a handsome older fellow standing looking shyly at him. He shakes his head, smiling at the man. "No, it's all yours. My friend is running around, they won't notice."

"Ah, out celebrating?"

"You could say that," Brady scoffs. "I just got dumped. Can't decide if I'm celebrating or getting so drunk I slash his tires yet. That'll come around my tenth drink."

"Remind me to leave when you hit eleven, then."

That makes Brady laugh. The bartender gives Brady his drink and grabs the man a beer when he asks. Brady immediately sucks down a quarter of the ridiculously-over-priced-for-something-so-small cocktail. "You're a pretty cool guy. As long as you don't make fun of me for my fruity drinks, you can stay "

"Those are some of the most alcoholic drinks at a bar, usually, unless you wanna drink straight vodka." The man says earnestly. "I'm Shane, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Shane, I'm Brady."

"I'm sorry, Branden? The music is quite loud,"

"No, Brady. Like-- Like the Brady Bunch?"

"Ah! Yes, I love that show. Lovely name." Shane gives a charming smile, and Brady smiles back as thanks. He doesn't know if he's being flirted with, but he does know that he's not going home with this man even if he was flirting. Brady knows not to just sleep with the first person to offer after a breakup, especially some rando at a bar. Doesn't mean he can't have pleasant conversation, though.

He and Shane talk through the night, and there's no sign of Rhydian. Near midnight, his phone starts to vibrate and Ophelia's contact picture pops up on screen. Brady cringes and hops up from the counter, his drink forgotten, and excuses himself. Shane nods politely and waves him off with the promise to watch his nearly empty drink. If Brady were any more sober he would've seen Shane's eyes darken upon seeing the picture of his best friend on his phone screen.

After a thorough scolding from Ophelia like he'd expected, he decides to have one more drink and then round Rhydian up and head home. He feels a bit disappointed at having to leave his new friend, because Shane held pleasant conversation, but he is hitting his ten drink mark and he doesn't need to make any more bad decisions.

Shane is just receiving two drinks from the bartender when he returns, and he hands one to Brady with a smile. "I ordered you another drink, I hope you don't mind. You left the old one, and there's never telling these days what someone may do."

"Oh, yeah, thanks man! This is gonna be my last one, but I'll get you one before I leave."

"It's no problem. I assume since you're staying for another, your phone call wasn't anything dire?"

Brady takes a drink, is startled a moment about how much alcohol is in this one. He's not opposed to it, though, and doesn't want to come off as rude for not drinking any. "Nah, just my other roommate. She's kinda like the mom of the whole group, so she's a bit worried about me but she knows I'm safe if Rhydian is with me."

"Yes, you'll be fine I'm sure. Best not to worry her too much though."

"Right. Which is why I'm gonna start looking for Rhydian and go after this."

Shane nods, looking solemn. "What do they look like? I'd be happy to help, see if we can't find them sooner rather than later."

"Oh, uh-- thanks! Long, red hair...I think it was up in a pony tail when we left? Green jacket..." Brady searches the dance floor, his glasses slipping down his nose the slightest as he tries to find them. If he were any more sober, he would've noticed the very subtle flick of Shane's wrist as a tablet is dropped into his drink. He spots Rhydian at a table of other similarly-dressed punks. "Ah! Found them. As long as they don't move, I'll know where they are."

"That's good. And you'll be fine getting home? You didn't drive?"

"Oh, neither of us can drive so we took an uber," Brady takes a big drink, misses the way Shane is watching him intently. "Thanks for worrying."

Shane hums, takes a swig of his own drink. "You've taken care of me so far tonight, I'd hate to not return the favor. You seem to have people that worry you, I'd hate for them to worry anymore.

Brady smiles. "Yeah, I do..." He chuckles and shakes his head. "Thanks for babysitting tonight. Probably not how you wanted to spend your night."

"Perhaps not originally, but I've had a splendid night. It's looking to get much better, as well."

"Yeah? Good for you." He doesn't know what that means, but Shane has a warm smile on his face that makes him feel weak. Wait, is he actually reacting to Shane's flirting? Shane's nice and all, but he's almost 30 years older than Brady; Brady isn't that desperate. Yet he feels his cheeks burning and his knees weakening.

Brady downs the rest of his drink and stands. His world spins. Is he really that drunk? He was just fine a minute ago... "I should, I should uh-- uh, um...I-- go..."

"Yes, of course. Why don't you wait outside? I'll get your friend for you."

"Will-- you will? Than- thank you s- so- s- much. Think I need to puke."

Brady can barely form a sentence now, which is confusing and frustrating. He still has no inkling that anything is wrong, simply thinks the extra alcoholic content of the last drink threw him over the edge. Shane just nudges him along to the door with the promise to get Rhyd for him ("The one with the red hair? Yes, yes, I see them. What's their name again?").

Once outside, Brady doesn't throw up but he does lean heavily against the wall outside. The bulk of the party is happening inside, and so its pleasantly quiet as he dry heaves a bit. His vision is starting to blur and sway, his glasses essentially useless with how fucked up he is, and the noises of the bar inside become distant. How far away from the bar did he walk again?

"Branden?" Shane's voice is low and deep in Brady's ear. He blinks and Shane is in front of him, concern splayed across his features. "You alright?"

"E- Echoes?..Don't...und'r...stan..." Is all Brady is able to make out before unconsciousness grips him.

With a sigh, "Shane" waves his hand and Brady's unconscious body stands like it's awake and he wraps and arm around it, helping it to the car park.

John hadn't intended to run into one of his Menace's little friends tonight, he'd been out searching for a new toy, but he'd found something better out of pure luck. If he hadn't seen the contact photo when his Menace called, he would've let Brady live.

Oh well. Time to make a deal.

[roosterteethinserts]

Drunken Confessions

AN: I got inspired to write this request quickly, so here it is! I have one request left until I don’t have any more, so send requests...or just message me with questions or anything like that if you want! Enjoy

Pair-Kyle/Reader

Word Count-1831

Warnings-drinking, swears, 

Summary-Telling Miles a secret crush that you have with a co-worker isn’t the best idea, especially if he’s drinking with said person and getting drunk. Miles tells Y/N’s secret about her crush on Kyle and Kyle confesses his feelings back. 

The animation department has its advantages, but one of the major disadvantages of working in it is having your crush work with you during the whole work day, especially when your crush doesn't have a single clue about it. My life is based on this disadvantage that it's too distracting at times. Sure, he wasn't exactly in the animation department, but he sure worked with them a lot. The person that I've had a crush on since I basically started is the reason for ranting to myself while I'm staring at my computer screen.

To the right, I can see him and Miles laughing at a story Josh was telling them, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he was with his friends. His deep voice rang out in the office. Those who didn't wear headphones had the pleasure of their ears being filled with one of his many jokes. I had to stifle a smile as I tried focusing on the RVB scene at hand.

Kerry called, "Kyle, Miles! Can you come over and check the scene real quick? I want another opinion."

The brunette's eyes went from Miles to Kerry, nodding his head and soon heading over to the desk that Kerry was asking about. He passed me, smiling politely and greeting me. I nodded back, a faint smile on my lips. Miles looked at me, eyebrow raised in questioning over the interaction. I rolled my eyes at him, going back to the scene.

I finished my work for the day, happy to leave for the weekend. Miles and a few others were hanging out at his apartment later tonight so I had a little while until I had to be there. I decided to stop at HEB and get some food and drinks for tonight for Miles.

The party started with just me and Miles since we live right next to each other, which is one of the reasons for me even getting into being an animator at Rooster Teeth. We live on the same floor and quickly became friends when I first moved.

"So, Y/N, what was that today during work?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

He laughed, "When you were staring at Kyle and then blushed when he said hi to you."

I groaned, "I didn't blush, you moron. And you know that I get distracted sometimes when I animate. You guys were being loud and I just watched." 

He didn't want to take my excuses for an answer. Instead of brushing it off like a normal human, he decided to interrogate me.

"Do you like him?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Then why do you always stare at him or be nice to him?"

"Well Miles, since I'm nice to you do I have a crush on you?"

He exclaimed, "YOU JUST ADMITTED THAT YOU LIKE HIM!!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but I realized that I did in fact do that. Admitting defeat, I closed my eyes, trying to be dead as I laid on the couch.

Miles promised me, "I'll keep it a secret though, okay? I don't want you to hate me for doing this."

We promised and I warned, "If you tell anyone, I'm taking all of your anime merch. Got it?"

He agreed, laughing as I heard someone knock on the door. People arrived and the party started. Mostly, it was just named a party and more like a hang out. We all drank and ate while playing the various video games that Miles had. A small drinking game even started where whenever someone died in a game we'd take a drink, and boy did we drink a lot.

It was nearing midnight and almost everyone was drunk. I quit the drinking game after my first beer but most seemed to keep going. Therefore, I became everyone's mother and took care of everyone, but mostly Miles. He was absolutely hammered and I regret ever getting the drinks for the party.

Miles slung an arm around my shoulders and slurred to the group, "Hey guys! Do you ever feel like animation has some people that are just too attractive, but you can't date them?"

I asked, "Why are you like this, Miles?"

I noticed that Kerry was drunk as well, making me sigh. My bosses were some of the weirdest people drunk, and a lot to handle as well.

I grabbed Miles' hand as I told him, "Hey. Maybe we should get you to bed, okay? You gotta sleep off the drunkenness before something bad happens."

Miles pouted, "No. You can't tell me what to do, I'm your boss."

I countered, "And you're acting like you're five. Bed, Miles."

He huffed, walking away to the couch to sit down. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and going to hand it to him. Miles looked at me through glassy eyes to give me a half-serious glare.

I told him, "If you want to stay out here, drink this so your hangover isn't horrible."

Kerry whined next to me, "My beer is gone."

I grabbed the empty bottle from him and he whined even more. I disposed of the empty bottle, grabbing another water bottle for Kerry, deciding both of them need to stop drinking. The others seemed amused by my parenting my bosses, silently watching with smiles on their faces. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Kyle sip on his second beer for the night and watch as this scene played out. Instead of concentrating on making myself not look like a fool, I focused on the drunkest pair I've seen tonight.

Kerry almost threw the water bottle at me but decided to drink it after I opened it for him and coaxed him into drinking it with promises of buying him a figurine from one of his newest anime obsessions. I almost cried with joy after the two finished their bottles. Now, the hard part was upon us: getting them to bed. I wasn't going to let Kerry go home at this state, so Miles' bed would have to do for the both of them. But the hard part of moving the both of them was my next challenge. Since Miles was the easiest to deal with, I asked Kyle to bring him to his room. He agreed and basically carried the man to his room. With them gone, I faced Kerry more seriously.

I told him, "Come on, Kerry. It's time for bed. Up you go."

He followed orders, but not without the complaining drunk Kerry had. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually we were able to leave the living room and go into Miles' room.

Already, Miles was passed out in his side of the bed. Kyle stood up from his spot near the bed, giving me a confused look as he passed me. I shook it off, just thinking that Miles probably told him something really weird or suggestive, and got Kerry into bed, both of them laying on their sides in case they vomit in their sleep. 

The rest of the night was wrapped up pretty quickly. Everyone else went home via rideshare and I was able to clean up and write a quick note explaining what happened and why they're sleeping together. I left towards my apartment without much thought.

The next work day, I needed to ask Kyle a few questions pertaining the set of scenes I was given. It seemed as if he was avoiding me like the plague since whenever I got the courage to speak to me, he gave an excuse to leave as soon as possible. I wondered what happened. Did he realize that he didn't like me? My mind went to the party and when Kyle brought Miles to bed. A drunk Miles can say anything, and I wanted to know what he said but I already had a feeling of what he said.

"Miles Luna, what did you tell Kyle when you were drunk?"

His eyes widened at the sudden outburst on our way back to work from our lunch break. He paused, thinking back to the party.

Miles countered, "I didn't tell him anything, Y/N."

I raised an eyebrow, "Then why does he act differently around me, huh?"

His mind searched for the answer, giving a terrified expression as he whispered his response.

"I've fucked up."

His eyes locked with mine as he went onto his knees, holding his hands up for forgiveness.

"I-I-I didn't mean to, I swear! My drunk self decided that they wanted you two together and they said that without thinking of the consequences! Please, I'll make it up to you! I'll buy you a month's worth of take out and I won't give you as much work! Just don't murder me in this parking lot."

I looked around, wondering if anyone else was witnessing this happen.

Just when I turned back to Miles, I heard from the car that just pulled in, "Does your sober self feel the same way about us, Miles?"

I froze as I saw Kyle get out of the passenger seat of Josh's car, a small smile on his face. He walked up to us as Miles stood back up, wiping the dirt off of his jeans.

Kyle asked again, "Do you feel the same way now, Miles?"

Miles swallowed, nodding his head cautiously.

Kyle turned to me and said, "What about you then, Y/N? Do you ship us together?"

I stuttered out while my face was flushed, "I-I do, but if you're not attracted to me then it's completely fine. I'm fine with just being friends."

Kyle walked right in front of me, where Miles was seconds before. He smiled as he was given a bouquet of flowers from Josh, who was done parking his car.

He asked, "I've liked you even before Miles told me, but I didn't know how to ask you. Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me and making this ship happen?"

I laughed, nodding my head yes. His smile grew and he brought me into a hug. The flowers were given to me after it, the two boys watching started cheering. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Miles smiled, "Come on, lovebirds. We gotta get back to work."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah of course, boss."

Miles added, "You two are gonna be the cutest couple in animation."

"Not you and Kerry?"

"HEY!"

I laughed, "Kidding....You still owe me take out though for spilling my secret." Miles sighed, nodding his head in defeat. Kyle watched our bickering with a happy expression. It was all because of Miles that this even happened, even if his drunken mouth was the cause of it. Still, he became the best wingman even in the least sober of states, and I'd never have wanted it any other way.