The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.
Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”
Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”
The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.
Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own).
“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.
“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.
“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”
“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”
Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.
“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”
So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference.
Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.
A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid
summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about
your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but
I still don’t know who you are” AU
warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned
Can you believe this was meant
to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have
five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead
did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail
Also on the topic of exams the
actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a
while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m
gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that
I hope this is ok!!
Dan’s halfway through skipping
History when he does it.
He doesn’t know why he did it
– he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be
carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this,
what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle
His pen squeaks across the
pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and
tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time
;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the
graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating
every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them,
scribbles of song lyrics and “never got
caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of
assemblies or threats of “whoever did
this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths
teacher on the hall projector, “is
seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so,
really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number,
but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the
‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.
writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley
face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous
place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits
amidst many others.
Summary: This one shot was inspired by two aspects: I
saw the 7x16 chapter of The vampire diaries and I took inspiration from the
last scene, (I won’t say spoilers just in case) and then, I was sitting in my
bed listening to music when this song appeared, I listened carefully, more than
once and I said “this is perfect for what I have in mind” and here it
is. I must admit I was crying when I finished writing this one shot. I put my
heart and the pain I felt when I saw the scene of Jeff’s death in the serie. I
hope you like it.
One of the boys approached our circle. Our
laughter was cut but happiness didn’t go away. Undoubtedly, Jessica had been excellent
with the organization of this party, what a good way to start the new course. I
was having a great time, I couldn’t stop laughing with Zach, Montgomery and
Jeff; Great idea of the latter to insist that i attend, right now i would be
at home in the armchair watching knowing what series on Netflix, but certainly
“That’s my sign,” my boyfriend said
after taking a sip of his soda. “I’m the only one sober of you, it’s my
turn, idiots.” They all laughed and raised their glasses in Jeff’s
“I’m coming with you”
“Are you sure? I won’t be long”
“I go with you” I insisted with a
smile “This way I make sure the provisions arrive complete.” He let
out a laugh.
The boys started chanting to me, and my
boyfriend shook his head; But soon they changed the name and now called Clay,
to join our gathering outside of Jessica’s house. I had a lot better when the
social circle was small, but I liked Clay. He wasn’t like the others.
Jeff was the only one who approached him to
talk, while the others made sure to tell me what kind of beer they wanted, they
made me feel like a alcohol dealer considering that none of us were legal age
to drink, but what’s more, I wasn’t going to against the wishes attributed by a
party and the adolescent hormones swarming in the air. I said goodbye to the
boys and walked to where my friend and his best friend were.
“You drive?” I heard Clay say.
“It’s coca cola, my friend. Two beers two
hours ago, I’m good”
I rested my arm on Jeff’s shoulder and nodded
“It‘s true. He’s the most sober guy you’ll
ever meet in the whole party.” Clay smiled and shrugged. I looked at my
boyfriend. “I’ll wait for you in the car. Come with us, Clay”
I walked to where I knew his car. Of the two,
tonight was he to be the driver, not that I drank too much, but if it got to
the point of getting dizzy. Usually we took the time to take the other home
safely after a party, it was a fair deal. I was grateful that this incredible
party wasn’t my turn to drive. I leaned against the passenger’s door and looked
at my fingernails while I waited, even in the distance, the music was still
listening as if my ear was taped to one of the speakers, I was still surprised
that the neighbors didn’t call the police yet, If they were going to do it, I’d
wait outside while Jeff and I were out, didn’t intend to spend the rest of the
night in the police station for having brought beers. I imagined myself
returning to it with arms full of bottles, then my body against the hood of the
patrol; I felt crazy when I started laughing at that idea.
A few minutes later I saw my boyfriend walk
towards me. I got out of the car to meet him with a smile, I ran my hands down
his neck and gave him a short kiss on the lips. I was almost sure that he wouldn’t
come alone but I was wrong.
“He went home.” He shrugged before
giving me another kiss.
“He’s a weird guy.” I chuckled.
“Yes but also a good guy.” He let go
and I did the same reluctantly. I loved to always be close to him, to feel his
body under my hands and to know that I wasn’t dreaming of having someone as
great as Jeff Atkins “We better go, there are beginning to notice the
I laughed and nodded. I watched as my boyfriend
opened the door and went to his. When I turned to get up, I felt a pressure in
the chest that made me fall back; I took a hand to this and I stayed still. My
heart began to accelerate, my hands felt sweaty. Jeff stopped in front of his
“Are you okay?” He questioned me.
I shook my head.
“I have a bad feeling” I looked at my
boyfriend “Maybe we shouldn’t go” I whispered.
“Everything is fine, Y/N, I’m really
I shook my head. Why do I begin to feel restless?
Why a bad feeling right now?
“That’s not why” I murmured feeling
the anxiety hugging me from the ankles to my hair, I could feel it moving
through my veins. “Jeff, please,
He circled his car again to stand in front of
me and take me by the shoulders gently, he smiled at me and, although that
sometimes calmed me, this time wasn’t the case. Even though I was still very
restless, little by little I would begin to lack oxygen. I thought that staying
here was a better idea and that was another, we would find someone sober, we
could stay and keep laughing with the boys.
“Stay calm, my love. We’ll be back in ten
minutes.” His hands went up to my cheeks. I looked into his eyes.
“Would you rather stay?”
Stay alone? I looked at his car and shuddered.
The point was that the two of us would stay here, safe from a presentiment that
couldn’t know what it was.
“Maybe the store is already closed, we’re
just going to waste time, Jeff.”
“You’re getting very pale, you better
stay, I won’t be long”
Jeff gave me a kiss on the forehead and
released me, when he did, I felt another pang in the chest. No, I couldn’t let
him go alone. Without saying anything and even with the restlessness, I got
into the car and put on my belt with mechanical movements. When he did the
same, he looked at me worriedly, his frightened gaze returned, now i was worse
after not convincing him to stay.
“I’ll slow down if you prefer. We’ll be
My throat was dry so I just nodded.
To buy the supplies, I left him alone while I
stayed in the car trying to calm down. We had arrived well, there were almost
no people in the street and much less other cars, nothing could happen to us in
that case, right? We were both going to make it to the party. We wouldn’t leave
until the next morning, being able to drive in daylight would be best, even if
I had to do it myself and break our agreement.
While I waited I made sure to look in the
rearview mirror, every few minutes a single car passed, we would find almost
none on our return. I took a deep breath, the restlessness wouldn’t leave, I
would do it when I stepped on Jessica’s house, with an arm full of bottles and
my free hand fixed on Jeff’s. I’m not going to let go of him at any time.
“Are you calmer?” His voice startled
me as I opened my door and left the beers at my feet. I helped him adjust the
“Yes” I lied. I knew he was worried. He
already had the worry of managing as slow as he could to not disturb me, now
adding my status, it wasn’t appropriate that just now he was aware of how I was
and/or my reactions “I think they are wanting to start killing for the
lack of alcohol” I said a joke to ease the tension, especially in myself.
Jeff smiled and nodded.
On the way back, my eyes fixed on the dashboard
clock, we had been out for at least eleven minutes, mostly because of the slow
speed my boyfriend was driving. I rolled my eyes to his profile, concentrated a
hundred percent in the street, I had always liked to see him drive, never told
him that he looked three times as handsome when he did. I smiled and ran my
hand down the back of his neck. He smiled too.
“Can you increase the speed a bit?” I
asked, so we would get there faster and my anxiety would fade.
“Are you sure?” Jeff raised his
eyebrows and looked at me for a few seconds.
“Yeah” I nodded.
The speedometer went up a little more than it
seemed crazy. After a while, he and I were talking about the start of the
course and the requests we had sent to the university that afternoon. We both
had the perfect plan this fall to attend it; our requests were sent together,
to the same sites. Our plans together went beyond four years and to be honest,
I could no longer see myself with anyone but him. I had never spoken of my
feelings aloud, Jeff was content with what I showed him, for to express it in
words was always a difficulty for me; But the love i felt for him was too much
to believe. I never thought that a person could come to love someone so much
the way I did with him. I would literally feel breathless if I went my way
without his company. His way of being, his smile, his smell, his voice, his
metaphors using baseball words, even his clutches of feet and the way I felt
protected when he hugged me. I even loved the friendship he had with others,
but especially with Clay Jensen, they were so different but they complemented
each other in an astonishing way, as did the opposing poles. No doubt i could
shout to the four winds that i was totally happy with him.
“We’re coming,” he announced.
I nodded and smiled. The anxiety and bad
feeling left me slowly, now I could feel breathing more easily. The first thing
we would do when arriving at the party, would be to join a game of drinking, I
needed it urgently.
Then it was only a few seconds.
I removed my eyes from him and stared at his
window. Lights became big in seconds … straight to us.
I shouted, before it was a deafening noise,
pain, squeaks of tires and then … silence and darkness.
I complained. My body ached, my arms burned and
my head stung. I tried to open my mouth to scream, to ask for help, for someone
to take away anything that caused me such pain. My nostrils filled with the
smell of smoke, I wrinkled my nose causing discomfort all over my face. I
wanted to move but there was a force that pressed against the seat. If I opened
my eyes, which scene would I find? Everything outside of me seemed to be in an
apparent calm, except for the frightful scent I perceived.
His voice. The faint sound of his voice alerted
me. I opened my eyes quickly, in front of me was the broken windshield. I
lowered my eyes to my arms, wanting to discover the ardor in them: small pieces
of glass were embedded in my skin, I tried to ignore the blood that emanated
from these before I got worse. Then I looked at Jeff. All of it was blood, even
on his face, his eyes were muffled, his chest slowly rising every time he
inhaled. He looked at me apologetically, in fear … I shook my head but let
out a gasp. There was nothing to apprehend my body, it was simply the pain that
had been inflicted upon me after the impact. Through the window I saw the other
car, but I couldn’t distinguish the driver, my vision began to blur. Even
breathing was beginning to burn. I didn’t want to close my eyes, if these would
be my last seconds I wouldn’t go on wasting it on details that would no longer
be worth it, so I looked at Jeff, though I didn’t want to see him that way one
last time. I refused even to blink. What good would it do? I began to lose the
senses of my body and little by little the consciousness was leaving me, the
corners of my vision began to darken … I could feel it, as I gradually faded
into absolute nothingness.
“No” Jeff whispered again. I savored
his voice and even the effort he made to raise his hand and reach mine “No
… don’t … let …you… go” He asked me.
“It hurts a lot” I murmured and made
a face, why continue to endure so much pain?
“I should … I should have listen … to
you” I felt a slight squeeze.
I couldn’t anymore and I started to cry. I
wanted to let go but at the same time fight a little more. We would both come
out of this, if I surrendered, he would, I couldn’t imagine a life without him,
he didn’t have to die, not tonight, not so soon, our lives were just beginning.
I nodded. I wasn’t going to leave this world.
Jeff smiled, but that gesture barely lasted for
a second. He grimaced, in a way that distorted his face. I clutched at his hand
as I began to feel his grip loosen and not at will.
“Jeff” I sat, still with all the pain
in the world and I squeezed his hand between mine “No … don’t give
up” I wanted to absorb his pain, that everything would happen to me, even
if I ended up dead, I didn’t care but he didn’t have to die. Not him. He
deserves to be happy “Don’t close your eyes” I screamed as he began
to lower his eyelids “Look at me, Jeff, we’ll be fine. Don’t give up”
He smiled at me.
“Forgive me.” I shook my head.
“Please. Don’t leave me.” I begged as
I brought his hand to my lips. He couldn’t leave me in this miserable world
alone. I couldn’t go on without him.
“I love you, Y/N”
Then he turned his face to the window. I was a
spectator of the last time his chest went up and then went down so that it
wouldn’t rise again. I screamed with all my might as I pounced on him. I
punched him in the face as I called his name, begged him to wake up, begged him
to come back to me … or to take me. Finally the pain made me fall back into
my seat, I would wait here for my death, I would have to go somehow, I had to
feel the unconsciousness again, but, as a punishment, that didn’t happen, I felt
more alive than ever. He was gone without me.
“Jeff … hold on … Jeff … hold
I didn’t realize that someone had come to meet
us until I turned and I spotted Clay Jensen trying desperately to open my boyfriend’s
door. I sobbed and his eyes fixed on mine, maybe he didn’t think i was alive.
“Resist, Y/N, I’m going to call the
I shook my head, I didn’t want to wait for
anyone, I didn’t want anyone to save me. I only wanted to die right now.
I closed my eyes.
Where had i ended? How
had i gotten here? I looked at my arms, without any mark or stain of blood. My
clothes, a short white dress covered me, perfectly white, as if it had just
been put in a shop window. I looked up, the illumination from wherever I was,
was too much to almost blind me. Did this mean that i was dead? How long did i
take me to get here? I walked forward, on my feet, I felt like stepped on
grass, even if i couldn’t see it. I kept walking, I felt an atmosphere of peace
surround me, there was no danger, there was no pain and much less misfortunes.
I was very comfortable here. I never thought about the “What will there be
after death?” Did I end up in paradise? What a pleasant place!
But I wasn’t alone and
I realized when a figure came out of nowhere. The first thing I noticed was his
white clothes, with a light brown vest, then his face and the smile he received
me. My heart shrank as I ran to him, straight into the heat and the protection
I always found in his arms. But this time, the touch was cold and there was no
protection in them, in fact, I could hardly feel it. I looked at him
frightened, we were dead … but together … I didn’t let him leave me.
Jeff took my face and
smiled at me the way he always did. I couldn’t return the gesture. This was a place
of peace but I no longer felt it, what more did I want? I was dead but next to
“You’ll be fine”
he told me.
we?” I refused to look away from him.
“You, in a
hospital bed” He looked down for a few seconds “Doctors say you’ll
get fine … but you need to wake up, babe”
I shook my head off
his grasp, but quickly my hands gripped his. I wasn’t going to let him go.
“Am I not
He shook his head and
smiled. For the first time i hated his smile. I cringed and started to cry, no,
I wasn’t going to wake up.
“And you?” I
said through tears.
“I have to go, I
didn’t say goodbye properly” I tightened his hands.
don’t leave me” I raised my hands up his arms, he was cold, too, barely
and I could feel it and that mortified me “I can’t go on without you”
“You have to do
it, Y/N, you have to live for both”
“I can‘t” I
knelt in front of him without letting go, I had no strength “You have to
take me with you, I won’t wake up, Jeff”
“Your parents are
having a bad time, my love.” He rose to me and stroked my cheek.
“Why did you
leave me? Why?”
“I wasn’t as
strong as you. I love you, always remember it, and I leave in peace knowing
that you are alive”
“I don’t want to
We stood up. He kissed
me on the forehead and went away until I extended my arms, I couldn’t more and
ended up letting him go.
pleaded as I watched him disappear into a white haze.
When I opened my eyes, I saw everything blurred
for a few minutes until my vision cleared and I ran into the lights of the
hospital room I was in. The sounds began to come to me, the sound of an
infernal machine that was possibly connected to my heartbeat, I hated that
sound so much. And the burning in my nose was due to the oxygen they were
infringing on, I hated it too. And to all those who came to save me.
“My dear” I heard Mom’s voice and
turned my face slowly toward her. Her face was emaciated, I wondered how long
I’d been unconscious, but I didn’t need to know anyway. “We were very
I didn’t answer and I looked at Dad.
“We love you, little one” He stroked
my hair but I didn’t even flinch. I couldn’t feel anything, at least not
emotionally. “I’m going to get a nurse.” He touched Mom’s shoulders
and left the room.
“You’re going to get well, my love.”
Now it was her that touched me.
I no longer wanted to be well. I didn’t want to
go any further. I had seen the love of my life die. I hated me. I hated being
“Is Jeff …?”
I still wanted to believe that it was a
nightmare and that he was in another room being attended to, that his heart was
still beating, that his condition was serious but would improve. He still
breathing. That soon we would be together again and in the autumn we would
leave here to start a new life.
“I’m sorry, baby”
I looked again at the ceiling for a few
seconds, the infernal machine made an even more annoying sound, my heartbeat
had accelerated. Mom was alarmed, she called me, but I was already lost and I
burst into tears.
A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.
I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.
Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️
Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.
I wasn’t someone new at all in
Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the
people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high
school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and
So as I was saying I wasn’t a new
student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like
if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people
the whole story I gave up and I just went along.
It has been a week since I arrived
and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to
a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about
me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.
One morning while I was grabbing a
book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone
calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.
“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was
trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped
trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he
“I just wanted to know how are you
handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people
around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know
that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why
all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.
“Fine, I guess” I said closing my
locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”
“If it makes you feel better I
didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you
too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.
“It makes me feel better, indeed” we
remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came
to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to
know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt
odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.
The bell saved us from that silence,
we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next
class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.
“Are you going to Jess’ party
tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother
me at all.
“I don’t know, are you?”
“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered
giggling and turning again to leave that hall.
Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins?
I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted
me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to
find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.
I didn’t think about that for the
rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me
about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us
knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party,
but we decided to go.
I was designated driver for the
night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem
because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove
When we arrived to the party it was
pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the
people there were already wasted.
We went to the kitchen while I was
looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah
was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.
We approached Clay and a big smile
appeared in his face when he saw us.
“I didn’t know you were coming!”
“We are full of surprises” Hannah
answered almost sounding nervous.
“There are drinks in the kitchen… we
can go there”
“Not form me, designated driver” I
said pointing at me.
“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.
We followed Clay to the kitchen, but
I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah
in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.
I laid on the wall and I looked at him
until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in
I waved at him and started to walk
in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.
“You came” I don’t know how he did
it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah… but not because I like
parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence
“working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came
to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the
process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”
“Wow, we have more in common than I thought”
did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve
been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t
help but smile when I talked to him.
“We’re really good friends, they own
us so much” I laughed.
“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’
direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re
playing suck and blow”
I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before
Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace
thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.
“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good”
she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside
I looked at Jeff again and I found
his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself
“Do you want to play beer pong?” he
“I have to drive, I can’t drink”
“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”
“Then count me in, I can teach you
how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.
I joined him and a couple of his
friends, who were drunk already.
I wasn’t joking when I said I had a
good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even
I was having so much fun, Jeff and I
were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where
we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was
on Jeff’s back.
We were flirting all the time,
teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling
me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.
“I should look for Hannah” I said
breathless for all the laughing.
“She’s over there with Clay” I
followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.
“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I
turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.
“No problem!” Jeff answered.
My facial expression changed suddenly
and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.
“Are you really going?”
“Yeah” he looked confused by my
“They had enough for tonight; they
won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”
“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had
two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm
me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident
and I’ve been pretty scared since then.
“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out
there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”
“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be
back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm
I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t
let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.
“Please Jeff… stay” he remained
silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came
“Why it is so important? I’ve done
this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”
“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking
if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I
cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.
He kissed me back and I could hear
people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.
“Is this a good reason?” I asked
when we broke the kiss.
“A really good one” he answered
kissing me again before I could say anything else.
idk if you do smuts or not buuut if you do can you do
one with zach??? but if you don’t, can you do a quick imagine where
you and zach are just friends but when you two play suck and blow at
a party he kisses you? either one would be great!! i’m obsessed with
your page <33
A/N: Wow. This one wrote itself. I swear I have no idea how that happend so fast :D @jeffatk1ns I don’t know what happend :D
The music from Montgomery’s house is already to be heard from two
blogs away and I can’t help but smirk as I adjust my shirt and wipe
some hair out of my face. A soft breeze cools down the hot air
that’s been hovering for the past couple of days, causing me to get
goosebumps. But yet again it’s the perfect weather to have one of
the famous party’s, everyone is talking about constantly. Who can
blame them? Our party’s are always the ones, where almost the whole
school comes together and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
And with we, I’m talking about myself and the rest of my
friends. Zach Dempsey, Jessica Davis and everyone else. People
refer to us as the Royals from Liberty High but mostly we’re just
like any other clique. We fight, we break up and at the end of the
day we make up.
You set your tea down and looked at him, trying to maintain a straight face as you played the innocence card. He didn’t know, he couldn’t, right?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mish.” You said as you picked up your tea again, sipping from the mug before it got cold.
Misha looked at you, with what had to be one of the most serious looks he’d ever given you- “You have feelings for Jensen, don’t you?”
You practically spit out your tea.
“No, Misha. I don’t” you deadpanned. And you weren’t lying, you didn’t have feelings for him. What you felt was strictly sexual, you were…pretty sure of it.
“Yes you do.” He responded, and unfortunately, you weren’t going to get out of this one. But if you had to let him think that you had a crush on Jensen so that you didn’t have to tell him about the whole phone sex thing, so be it.
“I don’t know.” you sighed as you set your now empty mug down.
“Alexander, you can’t do that.” Magnus held his boyfriend’s phone above his head, leaning back as Alec tried to reach for it. He stumbled slightly before catching himself on the side of a building. Magnus had been a little bit too encouraging when Alec wanted to try all of the drinks at Pandemonium. He had only gotten through 5, but considering Alec’s lack of alcohol tolerance it might as well have been 10.
“Watch me,” Alec slurred, and before Magnus could stop him he jumped and took hold of the phone, dialing at a speed that he should not have been able to in his condition. Magnus was seconds away from blasting the phone into nonexistence, but it was too late.
“You made a big mistake in choosing Jace to be Head of the Institute! He barely knows how to tie his shoes. I’m in high demand and you don’t know what you’re missing,” he yelled into the speaker so fast that the words were almost uninterpretable. Magnus yanked the phone from his hand then, letting out a defeated sigh, and put it to his ear instead.
“Madam Inquisitor, I’m so-“
“Magnus, please put my idiot brother to bed before he actually calls the Inquisitor and ruins the fact that he is the Head of the Institute.” Isabelle’s voice came through the speaker, and Magnus had never felt so relieved in his life.
“Will do,” he said, hanging up and shoving the device into his pocket.
“I showed her who’s really boss,” Alec said, a content smile on his face, and Magnus couldn’t help but smile back, shaking his head.
Here is a list of things that will make the scale say you’ve gained weight:
•Bites, Licks, & Tastes add up
•Not enough water
•Too much alcohol
•Lack of sleep
•Lots of fruit, not enough veggies
•A change in your daily routine
•Lack of variety in food
•Lack of exercise
•Not eating enough
•Lots of carbs, not enough protein
•Not enough fiber
•Rationalizing (a.k.a. EXCUSES)
•Not portioning food
•Medications (don’t change/stop medication just because of weight gain!! Talk to your doctor)
•Too much sodium
•Exercising right before weighing yourself (Lactic Acid- your body retains fluid to heal muscles)
•Not eating breakfast
i think I already sent one in for the prompt thing (if you're still doing that) but can you either do 6 and 19 or 15 ? tq :))
Omg I wrote waaaayyy too much! Ahhh I’m a clutz!
Forgive me! (And thank you for the prompts)
6 - “Don’t you die on me”
19 - “I’m scared”
“FIRE!” Was the only warning Jeremy received before he was violently pushed into a wall by a group of stampeding girls. The party was thrown into chaos as more and more people began to notice the very real threat of a fire as the smoke from the next few rooms began to spread though the residence. Jeremy couldn’t think properly, maybe due to the abundance of teenagers pushing past him or the fact that he had just finished downing a few cans of beer after what had happened with Christine.
The Squip had turned on a few minutes after the incident and had immediately started shouting at him about his reputation, his image and his stupidity. After calming down, the Squip had suddenly felt the need to get Jeremy out of the house, to which Jeremy responded by getting drunk… again.
He wasn’t in the mood for the Squip’s antics and his attempts at getting Jeremy higher on the school map - and leaving the party at that very moment wouldn’t have benefitted him anyway. He had still asked out Christine and she had still said no. That was that, there was no point running from it - or at least, that’s what Jeremy thought the Squip was taking about.
Now, stood in the midst of all this mess, he knew exactly what had happened. The Squip must have seen a future in which a fire had started and told Jeremy to leave the building before it got out of control. God, if he had only listened. But now wasn’t the time for dawdling. Rubbish sudden sense of adrenaline, Jeremy pushed through the crowd and once everyone was through into the living room he shut the door tight, barricading it with a sofa chair. He tried to calm everyone down but it was no use, no one could hear him shout over the sound of screaming and mass panic. All the guests of the party were trying to squeeze through the tiny front door of Jake’s house which was clearly not working. At this rate, the fire would catch up to them in no time.
Spotting the large glass window through which he could see the party people running out of the house in panic, Jeremy grabbed onto the nearest throwable hard item and launched it at the window, smashing it instantly. The sound was enough the gain the attention of the majority of the crowd, now aware of the second escape route. Jeremy cleared out the remaining shards of glass before ordering half of the crowd to exit through there, an order they happily complied with.
Jeremy stood on the sofa, coughing into his cyborg costume as the fumes from the room next door began to seep through. He spotted Jake outside, dragging something on his shoulders and limping to safety. That something was clearly Rich, Jeremy could recognise that fashion sense anywhere. He knew that the girls had left the party early after the earlier fiasco with Chloe and Christine had left with Jenna to take her home safety. That meant that everyone was safe, everyone except…
He had left Michael in the bathroom after shouting at him earlier, calling him a loser under the influence of alcohol, lack of Squip and irrational thinking. God, what was he thinking?! That was his best friend for gods sake he needed to find him. He needed to know that he was ok.
Racing towards the door, Jeremy pulled out his phone and dialled the number he had memorised since childhood. He turned and watched the burning house as he ran out into the crisp cold. Everyone seemed to have made it out, which was good except… Michael wasn’t answering. Jeremy stared down at the blank screen on his phone, Michael always answered!
He tried to reason with himself. ‘Of course he wouldn’t answer, you called him a loser!’ Jeremy told himself, and it made sense. Michael had all the right in the world to be upset with him so of course he wouldn’t answer his call. He probably went straight home after their argument and was in his basement right now getting high. Still… what if…
Jeremy pulled up his iMessage and started typing frantically:
“Ok I know you’re still mad at me and you have every right to be I was an asshole and a prick and I deserve all of this but please just listen for a sec and text me back. It doesn’t have to be anything, just a blank message, a middle finger emoji I DONT CARE! Just- trust me when I say I really need to hear from you right now. Please Michael.”
A few minutes later, Jeremy was getting restless. The flames were getting bigger and bigger and there was no denying that everyone who could have gotten out had… but…
Suddenly, his phone lit up with the familiar ringtone of the Apocalypse of the Damned soundtrack, level nine to be exact. Their favourite. Jeremy’s heart did a double take when he saw the caller ID. His fingers immediately went to pick up the phone.
“MICHAEL! Oh thank god I was so worried. Something happened at the party and there’s a fire and I thought for a split second that… you… Michael?”
Michael wasn’t responding. All Jeremy could hear was a soft, crackling noise at the other end of the call.
“Michael!” He said again, a little louder.
Suddenly, a voice came thorough.
“Jeremy- can you… me?” It was faint, and there was barely anything there but Jeremy could recognise his best friend’s voice anywhere.
“Michael what’s going on? Are you ok?”
“…. it’s locked Jer-…. can’t…. closer-…. help me!” Michael sounded panicked and distressed, his voice coarse and rough.
Jeremy didn’t need another second to think. He ran back into the flaming building, ignoring all those behind him who were telling him that he was crazy, that he would die. He needed to save his best friend.
“Michael tell me where you are, I’m coming in.” He ordered down the line.
“Bathroom…” he barely heard over the flaming world around him but Jeremy knew exactly where he was; exactly where he had left him. Jeremy threw the barricade off of the door and buried himself and his phone in the cloth of this Halloween costume to prevent anymore smoke filling his lungs.
If the Squip was active right about now, he didn’t want to know what he would say…. he didn’t really care.
“Jeremy…” he heard his best friend whisper in his low yet soft voice, “I’m scared.”
Jeremy’s heart broke in two. He had never heard something like that come out of Michael’s mouth in all the time he knew him. Michael was the highlight of his life, the one good thing that got him through high school and yet he had never seen him without a smile on his face.
“Hang… hang in there Michael I’m almost at the door,” Jeremy tried to comfort his best friend despite the suffocating fumes around him. But he couldn’t hang up the phone, he couldn’t leave his best friend alone. He needed to save him.
Jeremy eventually came to the bathroom door. The flames had made the structure extremely weak so he knew that if he were to force the door open the whole floor might collapse.
“Ok Michael, I’m outside,” he said calmly despite the burning sensation in his lungs. He tried the knob, no dice. The door wasn’t budging. Michael must have locked it from the inside.
“Michael, you have to listen to me. You need to open the door, we need to get out of here now!” Jeremy yelled over the flames, hoping his best friend would hear him through both the phone and the thick walls.
He waited a few seconds until he heard the soft click of the door. Flying it open, he threw his phone to the ground and ran into the bathroom, cloth still covering up most of his face from the smoke.
Michael was slumped up against the wall, weak and dying. His eyes were closed and his hand was gripped over his hoodie which he had zipped right up to his neck to help him breath. Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat before returning to reality and lifting his friend up off the ground.
“Come on Michael, don’t die on me dude.” He whispered, hauling his best friend over his shoulder. Jeremy limped towards the window and smashed it open with his remaining strength, knowing the fire below was now too great for both of them to make it out that way alive. The drop from the bathroom wasn’t too bad, considering it was situated on the second floor. Jeremy could see a reasonable sized bush below which would break at least some of their fall.
“Ok Michael, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me, we have to jump ok?” He shook his best friend awake who barely responded with a brief nod. Jeremy could only take that before he climbed out the tiny window and threw himself out of the house.
Michael slowly opened his eyes as the voices all around him started to invade his mind. He didn’t want to, they hurt like hell, but he knew that he should. His whole body hurt too, he felt like he had just thrown himself into a fire. Ironic, once he realised what had happened.
Michael was lying on the concrete pavement just outside of Jake’s burning residence. The sounds of firetrucks sirens filled the air as the vehicles drew closer to extinguish the flames. The sounds of drunk teens also filled the air, telling Michael that at least most of the party must have escaped the fire.
He slowly sat up despite the pain, wanting to get a better perspective of the situation, but was stopped by a hand abruptly meeting his chest. He looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of his best friend, who looked just as worse for wear. His costume was burnt to the brim and his hair was disheveled and filled with ash. He smelt like smoke, a drastic change from the sweet vanilla scent that Michael was used to. Before he could say anything, Jeremy’s eyes started to fill with tears. He clutched onto Michael’s hoodie as he launched himself at his best friend.
The two sat there, on the pavement, embraced in each others arms. The rest of the world was a blur, it was just him and Jeremy. Nothing else mattered but him and Jeremy.
Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones Warnings swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old) light smut Story ~
After a 2 weeks of living in the south side and you enjoyed your new lifestyle. Becoming what fp now constantly called you a South side Princess. Really not much had changed in school. Although you now always wore your new signature colour green still looking stunning, and you was also still a vixen but still hung round with the group. You and Cheryl was still frenemies, but both still cheered for the vixens 3 times a week like you was best friends. You’d go to pops with B&V, Archie and jug sometimes Kevin too, being like the Riverdale kids. Once you got home that when things changed, you’d go home (your dad’s who still wasn’t back yet) after practice or pops, shower getting dresses heading for Fp’s. The would always be something going on everyone would all go down the Whyte Wyrm bar you’d usually tag along drinking and playing pool always winning the serpents. Then back to Fp’s for a party when the bar closed. Most of the time you’d wake up in Fp’s room or the couch with a blanket over you. Before going back to your own home getting ready for school and meeting jug, then getting a large strong coffee from pops on the way in.
Everything was good, no great! since you moved but one thing, your feelings towards the serpent leader. You now had started to fall in love with him! It stared when you notice the lingering looks, the smirks he gave you. Then it was the odd little touches that made you melt. like if you passed one another a drink his fingertips would always touch your hand, or at the bar he’d lean close your arms touching, knuckles occasionally brushing against each other, making you want to grab a hold of hand. The flirty comments was the worst you found yourself playing up to his banter more then normal, the witty comebacks became flirty and suggestive.
It took everything you had to push the thoughts and feelings away. To lie to yourself that you hadn’t fallen in love him. ’ you have to stop thinking of him like this, your confusing his banter and kindness turning it into something it’s not, it’s because you see him every day. He’s your dad’s friend. He’s nearly 20 years older than you, Your a year older than his son he’ll never want you like that. You sat telling yourself all the things why shouldn’t love him or why he wouldn’t love you.
Your phone buzzes breaking your thought pattern, it was from Fp, Hi Princess, Had some business to sort out. meet us at the bar if you want I’m going straight there. Fp x You read the message 3 times over before deciding you had nothing better to do tonight. After showering you got ready finding a black mini skirt and matching top, your snake heeded shoes and a khaki leather jacket. Grabbing your keys bag and money you headed to the Whyte Wyrm.
The bar was full when you got there, finding fp and the usual crowd at their table you walked over “hey Princess” fp called as u stood next to the table. You had begun to like the nickname but wasn’t going to let him know that. “hi, Jones” you say rolling your eyes. After 20 minutes of standing up your feet started to hurt, fp noticed your was uncomfortable and fidgety. “what’s wrong y/n?” He asked “nothing just didn’t think it would be so packed in here I would of worn flats if I’d of known” you laugh back pointing to you 6" heels. You see a smirk appear across his lips. Without warning his hands gripped your hips pulling you onto his lap. “better?” He whispers in your ear you can only nod back surprised by the sudden closeness. You tense up at first not knowing what to do but fp starts talking to the others like it was nothing you sitting there, his arm around your waist to stop you from sliding off, drink in the other. You finally relax getting yours, as the gang talked business for the next hour and a half. Every 20 minutes fp would wave the barmaid to bring more drinks holding your side again.
“what if I did it?” you say offering a solution to the problem the gang was having. They all chuckled you sit up a little on fps lap trying to look serious, “i could meet them get the stuff bring it back, who’s gonna stop and search me!” you say pointing to yourself “Keller won’t he knows me, I know Kevin his son we hang at pops” you say. The group murmur all agreed. “it could work but your not going alone” you hear from fp jack offers to go with you, fp waves his hand for the barmaid to bring yet another round over. You took a sip from you 5th (y/f/d) feeling tipsy laughing and joking with the now happy group, but now you didn’t have the gangs problem to think about yours quickly came back to the front of your mind.
You only felt fps hand on your ass when he gave a light squeeze, when did he move it, you thought, biting your lip not looking at him, trying to calm your breathing. He stayed like that until closing time. The party moved to Fps. again you found him pull you onto his lap on the couch as most if the serpents had taken up the seats. It was chilled everyone drinking doing drugs. You had said no when one of the gang offered you cocaine but agreed to the cannabis. You felt Fp’s hand slide up and around to your bum again, you see him watching your reaction, you simply smile inhaling the joint you had, before passing it to him without looking he took the joint at the same time squeezed your ass making your breath hitch and your cheeks blush red.
Fp knew what he was doing was wrong y/n was so young to him. He knew what he was feeling was inappropriate. she was his friends daughter. His sons friend. It all started a few months back when y/n was down to see her dad, he was drunk in the bar not taking notice she was even there. So Fp stayed with y/n to keep an eye on her while she was drinking in a pub full of gang members. They had talked all night, flirted a bit more then normal laughed like nothing else mattered but them there and then, after that he started to develop something for her he couldn’t explain he’d see here and smile she’d hug him he’d get butterflies.
Now she’d had moved here it got worse, he saw her every day making it hard not to want you not to have or give in to the crazy temptation he had, to hold or kiss you when you was alone together, or run his hands over your body. He always tried to put these thoughts out of his mind but tonight with the mix if drugs, alcohol and lack of will power, his brain stopped and let his feelings take over especially when you didn’t stop him or freak out. Instead you encouraged it putting her around his neck playing with the hair, Snuggling into him. Joaquin had come in with a bag of tables nothing you hadn’t taken before, fp took two looking at y/n he had one of them taking the bottle you had to wash it down with. Offering one to you , y/n stuck out your tongue as he placed the small white tablet on handing your drink back. You swallowed it looking deep into his big brown eyes giggling. The rest of the night you both discreetly teased and turned each other on. It started with looks but you couldn’t help it when the drugs took effect. When you lent forward to the little table at the side of the couch you’d place to your hand close to his crotch for balance then drag your fingertips across his bulge sitting back. Making Fp moan low in frustration. He didn’t let you get away with your teasing so easy he copied what you’d done, but done it better. By leaning towards the coffee table his hand slid up the inside of your thigh squeezing gently. your breathing would stop and the hand you had on his neck would mimic his griping his hair. each time he his hand would go higher and higher until the last time he did it his fingertips brushed over your underwear making you give a low moan only fp heard.
Not being able to handle it anymore, you make an excuse to go standing up to leave. Fp grabbed your hips “you okay Princess? why you going?” He asked with a knowing smirk. You wanted to scream at him your leaving because you wanted him bad and couldn’t have him, but instead smiled and told them you needed to sleep you had practice tomorrow. He walked you out and started walking to your trailer with you he was like a different person. Walking casually like you both hadn’t spent the last 3 hours teasing one another. “it’s late I’ll walk you back” he said handing you your jacket. “I can handle myself Jones” your tone confident as he smirked “I don’t doubt that for a minute. Walking you home is so I can protect my serpents from you” he playfully punched your arm. you was almost at your door now “I think you just wanted to be alone with me” you say “really?” he said looking at you “yes I think you’ve wanted to get me alone all night, maybe to finish what you started” you tried to sound confident, challenging suggestive. he looks at you but you could see him thinking over what ever was on his mind.
He mutters to himself shakes his head he couldn’t stop himself anymore. Fp looks around then grabs your shoulders pushing you into the side of the trailer where you won’t be seen. His lips hit yours in a roughly but quick kiss his stubble scratching your lips. He pulls away scanning your face for a look of ‘no, stop or what are you doing’ but instead he saw you smile as you pull him back to kiss you again. This time it was more heated, passionate. his hands ran over you body as you grip his shoulders and neck. You felt him lift one of your legs, you jumped a little as he lifted you. Wrapping your legs round his waist he plants wet rough kissed down your neck and along your jawline. It’s was exactly what you’d wanted for weeks. Better then anything you imagined. You grab the collars of his shirt pulling him closer as his lips returned to yours one hand holding you up the other slides up your top finding and massaging your boob.
Fp only stopped and put you down when he heard Joaquin shouting for him. He rested his head on yours steadying his breath “goodnight princess” he whispered giving you a small kiss on the cheek. You watched him walk to Joaquin turning to wink at you. In bed you touched your red scratched lips memorizing the feeling of his against yours during your make out session minutes before, still overjoyed it really happens. Soon failing into a happy blissful sleep not waking until later the next afternoon.
FP looked annoyed at the young serpent “if this isn’t important I’m gonna” he stopped when he saw the look on the boys face. “It’s y/f/n, he’s been arrested!”. All that night fp sat listening to what happened. Thinking about what to do next but the kiss he just had with y/n kept creeping into his mind.
Note: thank you for putting up with all those drafts. after forty-seven years here it is in full un-edited glory. it’s different than how i originally pictured it, but i’m happy that it’s done. this will be multi-part, and they’ll be short. sometimes they won’t even be connected. also i usually put pictures next to my scenarios, but i’m going to discontinue doing that starting now and moving forward.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: smut, smut, and more smut, sugar mama au Warnings: escort/prostitution, oral, semi-public Word Count: 1722 Rating: NC-17/MA
Multi Parts: [one] [two] [three] **ongoing, to be updated as i write…**
Summary: It started in the bathroom of a club…
Taehyung doesn’t expect a lot out of the latest networking event. It’s already two months into year four already, and so far he hasn’t scored a single internship, mentorship, apprenticeship, or a ship to moon so he could maybe die after disappointing his family for the last time. He’s generally not a bitter person, but it’s particularly off-putting to see all of his close friends make real progress towards their dreams while he flounders in some sort of weird, purgatorial, developmental hell. This was not at all how university was supposed to go.
He fidgets in his seat as he rereads the texts Jimin sent him reminding him of the online statistics quiz due tonight at 11:59PM.
[18:08] jimin: i know you didnt even start and its like 33 questions long
jimin: it took me an hour to finish rip
jimin: question order will probably be randomized but if u start and u need help lmk. good luck @ networking!
Taehyung is about 99% grateful for the reminder and offer from his roommate, so it’s with a guilty heart that he tries to squash the ugly 1% that wants to throw a tantrum about not needing a babysitter to finish the dumb quiz.
Not good enough. No one says those exact words to his face, but they don’t need to - not when the world slaps him with a daily reminder through each rejection notice and unanswered call. It’s not like his current debt-to-income ratio isn’t depressing the hell out of him already. Graduation is approaching; he’ll probably enlist. And this would give him another two to three years worth of a grace period before he’s forced to tackle the biggest question of his life: now what?
To the person who requested this: I hope you enjoy it lots! Sorry I forgot your username, I’m so horrible :’(
You didn’t like to drink, that much was obvious from the lack of alcohol in your apartment and lack of knowledge in drink types when you go out, but when you and Taeyong decide to go to a friends house party, you left stumbling on two feet.
“Tae-yong-ie,” you playfully said his name as you leaned against his chest outside the entrance to your apartment while he fiddled with the keys. “Hurry…” your feet were starting to ache. You knew those heels were a bad idea.
“Almost jagi,” he opened the door and pulled you in, telling you to take off your shoes.
“I can’t…help me…” you whined, puckering your lips as you slouched down onto the ground. Your muscles ached and frankly, you had no energy left after the slew of drinks you took and amount of time you spent trying to bend your body in odd ways with games such as twister and limbo.
He smiled, shaking his head as he kneeled before you, undoing the straps to your heels and pulled you up once he was done. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Mmmm okay…” you wrapped your arms around his waist for support as he led you into the the bathroom, running the tap for a bath.
“Can you wash yourself for a bit, y/n?” he softly ordered you after helping you undress, your body sloshing the lukewarm water as you got into the tub. You nodded, eyes sleepy and cheeks pink from the warm sensation. “I’ll be back soon, okay?“ He left the bathroom in search of a towel, leaving you to your own devices.
“Jagiya…” he sighed as he walked back in, shaking his head and chuckling a bit.
“I need some more help…it’s stuck.” you stopped trying to squeeze the shampoo bottle and handed it to him.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Jagi…” he lathered the shampoo into your hair, his strong hands massaging your head and you hummed in relaxation as your tight nerves relaxed.
Then you felt something crawl up your throat.
“Oh no,” the water splashed as your hands moved to cover your mouth. “I think I’m…” you gagged, and he swore, quickly grabbing the garbage can next to the toilet and placing it beside the tub.
“Please don’t throw up in there,” he prayed aloud and luckily, your aim was successful enough that most of it had landed in the trash. Most.
“Almost…” you smiled cheekily, looking at him in innocence. His expression however, was a bit horrified-he’d be the one to deal with the liquids and solids on the floor and he wasn’t excited.
“Okay y/n,” he took a deep breath and maneuvered around the mess. “Let’s finish cleaning you first,” he mumbled, rinsing your hair and washing your body, but you felt kind of bad and frowned your lips in shame.
“Hey, cheer up,“ he placed his hands on your cheeks and gave you a sweet smile, his eyes were soft and sincere, causing you to blush, still embarrassed but less shameful than before. “I wouldn’t be helping you if I didn’t want to, would I?” his warm hands pinched your rosy cheeks and lifted you up onto your feet, wrapping a towel around you. He made sure your feet missed the accident on the tiles and after, helped you dry your hair and dress you before laying you onto the bed.
“Mmmm…thanks Taeyong…” you mumbled. “I’m sorry Taeyong…” your eyes drooped in weariness. “Won’t drink…again..okay?” a promise left your lips as you curled yourself underneath the blush blanket. “..love you…” you whispered and you felt his lips press against your forehead, softly whispering his love in response.
With a loud yawn, you began to doze off into a comforting and deep slumber- but not before you heard the sound of a brush feverishly scrubbing the tiled floor in the bathroom.
Okay, murder and shit aside, hands down the most UNREALISTIC part of Heathers: The Musical is that Ram can tell Martha’s sparkling cider is non-alcoholic, in my opinion
For real, how likely is it that a teen boy, already drunk, would be able to detect the lack of alcohol in a drink if he was gonna be assuming there was alcohol in it? It would be like a placebo, people. Unless he’s implied to have read the bottle, which, like, fat chance…. it just doesn’t add up, folks
can you write a fic where either josh or tyler (idc) gets dared to ask the reader out?? and they somehow find out and get really upset? thank youuu, love you lots you're an amazing writer
TYLER JOSEPH FIC
“You’re full of shit,” Tyler declared, shaking his head and taking a sip of the mixed drink he held in his hand. It was strong, a little stronger than normal, and Tyler knew he had the gorgeous bartender to thank for that—thank you very much.
Michael grinned and looked between Tyler, Josh, and Mark. “C’mon, s’just a game,” he said, his words slurred just a little bit from the amount of whiskey in his system.
“That is awful,” Josh pointed out, reaching over and downing the rest of Michael’s beer. “You’re an awful human being.”
Michael shrugged, still grinning, and looked back over to Tyler. “Well?”
“I see her all the time Michael, it’ll be weird—“ Tyler started.
“Weird? You’ve probably fucked half the people in this pub, mate, which, y’know, she’s probably aware of. You need to find a better excuse.”
Tyler frowned. “Michael—“
“Fifty bucks,” he says, doubling his previous offer.
“Pick someone else,” Tyler grumbled.
Michael laughed. “No, mate, we’ve been watching you pine over her—“
“I’ve not been pining, you asshole—“ Tyler interrupted.
“—for weeks, months, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Go chat her up, take her home, sleep with her, get her out of your system,” Michael told him. “Fifty bucks.”
Tyler sighed, glancing over at Josh from the corner of his eye. “He’s never gonna let this go, is he?”
Josh shook his head, reaching over to pat Tyler on the back. “Never.”
“C’mon,” Michael encouraged, reaching into his pocket to pull out a crumbled wad of bills. “Fifty bucks for you to stop pining over the bartender and just shag her.”
Tyler pursed his lips and blamed the alcohol, that was the only logical excuse, and he nodded. “Alright, fine,” he said, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. And it was the alcohol, was definitely the alcohol that had his head swimming; it definitely wasn’t the pining or anything else, because Tyler was actively not pining.
Michael laughed, slapping a hand down on the table. “Are you for real?”
Tyler didn’t say anything; he sent his friends a weak salute before standing from the booth and slowly making his way over to the bar. And he didn’t have a plan, not really; he’d never exactly needed one before. It wasn’t that people fell over themselves to have sex with Tyler, but…he never really had to try. He approached the bar slowly, sliding into a stool and resting his forearms across the top, waiting for the girl to turn around; when she did, Tyler sent her a soft smile. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“You’re drunk, Tyler,” Y/N said with a quirk of her eyebrow. “More than usual.”
Tyler grinned. “Not that drunk. You make my drinks, you would know,” he teased, sending her a wink. “You know my name, eh?”
She blushed a little bit, shrugging. “Well, you do come here every now and then.”
“I know that…Y/N,” he added at the end, watching the way Y/N’s cheeks flushed from a light pink to even darker, the way the girl tipped her head down to avoid Tyler’s eyes.
“So you know my name too, huh?” she joked, reaching for Tyler’s empty glass and filling it up again.
Tyler shrugged, still grinning.
“Remember all your bartenders?” she asked with the same teasing tone, but something underlying it that Tyler couldn’t place.
“Only the pretty ones,” Tyler told her, reaching for his glass and taking a drink.
“Of course,” she drawled, rolling her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something else when another patron down the way caught her eye. She held up her hand, signaling to Tyler that she would be right back, before she stepped away.
Tyler let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding and took another drink, trying to steady out his heart rate. It didn’t work, not really, because Y/N walked back over, running a hand through her hair, and Tyler was done. Yeah, that, that was the exact reason why he pined, or whatever Michael said, because Y/N made him so fucking nervous.
“Sorry,” she muttered sheepishly, shifting from foot to foot in front of Tyler. “Do—Do you want a drink?” she asked.
Tyler let out a little huff of laughter and shook his head, lifting his glass to his lips. “Already took care of that, babe.”
“So I feel like we don’t really…talk, yeah?” Tyler interrupted with an embarrassing little hiccup, and he reached up to cover his mouth, letting out a quiet curse.
Y/N grinned. “Probably because we don’t,” she confirmed, busying herself with wiping down the top of the bar.
“Right, you’re usually off doing…whatever it is that you do.”
“Working?” she offered with a smile.
“That,” Tyler said with a snap of his fingers. “What’s up with that?”
Y/N laughed, taking a step away to slide another beer down the bar top towards another one of her regulars. “Gotta make a living. Not all of us can be in a band, y’know.”
Tyler smiled, looking down at his hands. “I guess that’s true.”
“Kind of, yeah,” she said with the shrug of one shoulder, the hem of her white v-neck riding up to expose her hip.
Tyler swallowed, forcing himself to look the fuck away, Christ. “So, uh, how—how old are you?” he stuttered, wincing at himself for how bloody drunk he sounded, and he wasn’t even drunk. Fucking nerves, fucking Michael, actually—Tyler was almost positive it was all his fault.
“Hmm,” Tyler nodded because, fuck, she was just a kid. But she wasn’t, not really, like—yeah, sure, she looked like a kid with her big eyes and dimples and soft hair and— Tyler shook his head. “What, um, what do—do you do?”
Y/N grinned and rested her forearms on top of the bar, leaning over until she was halfway across, still giving Tyler room to move away if he wanted to. “Is this normally how you try to pick someone up?”
“Not that you’re trying to pick me up,” Y/N added quickly, cheeks flushing. “Just—Is this you flirting?”
Tyler paused, thinking it over for a minute. “I don’t even know,” he answered honestly. “I…usually don’t have to try this hard,” he admitted.
She laughed loudly, reaching for Tyler’s glass and taking a drink. “Can’t imagine that you have to try at all,” she told him with a smile, the dimple in her left cheek deepening.
“I’m usually a lot smoother at picking people up,” Tyler confided in a mock stage whisper, pushing his glass to the side and leaning a little further over the top of the bar.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” She asked.
“Trying,” Tyler agreed, running a hand over his hair and leaning in until they were only centimeters apart. “How am I doing?”
Y/N shrugged, a noncommittal sound leaving her lips. “I feel like you’re holding back on me.”
Tyler nodded slowly. “Might be the lack of alcohol in my system. My bartender’s been watering down my drinks all night.”
She laughed. “I have not! I usually make them stronger because I like the way you laugh when you’ve been drinking,” she said before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened and she went to take a step back, pausing when Tyler’s fingers slid around her wrist, tugging her forward so she couldn’t move away.
“Who knew my bartender was such a romantic,” Tyler teased, the corners of his lips quirking upward.
Y/N tried to fight back a smile, but she couldn’t help it, just like she couldn’t help the way her cheeks were flushing and, fuck, she wasn’t exactly smooth either.
Tyler’s fingertips traced over the skin of Y/N’s wrist, across the jut of bone, before curling around her gently. He could feel her pulse jump and as she bit her lip, Tyler tightened his hold just a little bit, just enough to hear a sharp gasp leave her lips. He smiled, just a little bit, and leaned in some more until their noses were nearly touching. “How am I doing now?” he asked, eyes dropping to Y/N’s lips, his voice low.
She swallowed, staring at Tyler’s lips until she heard a loud whooping from behind them. Y/N went to move again, but Tyler kept his hold tight on her wrist.
Tyler groaned. “Fucking Michael,” he grumbled, lifting a hand to flip off his friend without turning around.
“Ayy” a man shouted, walking behind the bar and flipping a towel towards Y/N’s bum, shaking her out of her reverie.
“Shit,” she muttered, taking a step back and jerking her wrist out of Tyler’s grasp. “Sorry.”
The other bartender grinned. “I can cover for you if you two want to, y’know, get out of here,” he offered with a laugh, eyes shining bright, wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.
Y/N flushed. “It’s not—He’s not—“
“I am, actually,” Tyler corrected with a smile.
She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, eyeing Tyler from the corner of her eye. “I should, um, get back to work,” she said quietly.
Tyler nodded. “S’alright. I can wait. I’m patient,” he said with a shrug.
“Yeah,” Y/N trailed off, taking a step back. She cursed and flailed as she tripped over something behind the bar, nearly falling, and the man reached out to steady her.
“Alright?” He asked.
She nodded, cheeks burning, as she scurried off to the other side of the bar.
Tyler just smiled and watched, totally endeared and completely infatuated with everything about the girl. He pointedly ignored the other bartender’s eyes until he felt him look away, and he sucked in a deep breath. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he checked it only to see a text from Michael with a multitude of thumbs up and kissy-face emojis; he rolled his eyes before exiting the message and messing around on twitter for a bit. He just wanted to kill some time until Y/N was off, was ready to leave. Michael messaged him again with an emoji of money flying away and the message, ‘ya actually have to fuck her to get the fifty bucks! not just flirt, ya wanker!’
Tyler groaned and messaged him back, telling him to fuck off in true best mate fashion, and shoved his mobile aside. It wasn’t—It wasn’t even about the fifty bucks; Tyler could’ve cared less about the money. It was about her, about how the stupid bet had been just the kick in the ass he needed, and he had no idea why the hell he had waited so long to actually strike up a conversation with the girl, anyway. He supposed it didn’t matter, not really, and he knew he would tell Michael the next morning that the bet was off, to keep his dirty money—or, well, maybe he could keep it and take her out, whatever.
“She’s leaving, y’know.”
Tyler shook his head and looked up at the man, eyes wide. “Hmm?”
He nodded towards the back of the bar where Y/N was lingering, looking down at her sneakers and shoving her phone into her pocket. “She’s leaving.”
“Shit,” Tyler grumbled, jumping off the barstool. “Thanks.”
“Hey,” He said, causing Tyler to stop in his tracks, eyes wide. “She’s my best friend, yeah? Standard warnings apply—hurt her and I’ll kill you. I’ll poison your drink before you go on stage, make sure you foam at the mouth in front of everyone, yeah?”
Tyler smiled a little bit. “Good lookin’ out,” he told him before rushing around the back of the bar and catching up with Y/N just as she stepped out of the pub. “Trying to run away?”
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “No, um, just…got distracted in my own head, sorry.”
“Gotta be careful with that whole thinking thing,” Tyler teased, nudging her in the side. “You see what happened to Keroauc and Hemingway.”
“No, I didn’t. What happened?”
Tyler didn’t even waste a breath before diving in, explaining his favorite writers in such detail that it took him a minute or two before he realized Y/N was laughing, her eyes shining as she stopped in front of an old beat up Volvo. Tyler scoffed, shaking his head, and he leaned against the side of the car. “You were joking.”
Y/N nodded, taking a step closer until the toes of their shoes were touching.
“That’s—That’s not every nice,” Tyler stammered.
“Shame,” she pouted. “Everyone always thinks I’m nice.”
Tyler smiled, looking down at his own shoes, how they were touching Y/N’s, and it was…nice.
“I like hearing you talk,” She said quietly.
“I talk too much.”
She nodded. “You do. I like that.”
“Especially when I’m nervous,” Tyler admitted, though he didn’t know why. Fuck, why wasn’t he just…smooth? Fuck.
She smiled, tilting her head to the side as she studied Tyler for a moment.
Tyler reached out for her wrist again, fingers curling around the soft skin and pressing down against her pulse.
“So…” Y/N trailed off, shuffling her feet and knocking her shoes against Tyler’s.
“Not so talkative now,” She commented, kicking at Tyler’s foot until he moved to the side so she could step closer.
Tyler shook his head, pushing off of her car and crowding against her, eyes falling to hers again. “I don’t…wanna talk anymore.”
“Okay,” She said with a nod.
“Yeah,” Tyler agreed before leaning in and kissing her. And it was—it was everything a first kiss should be; it was soft and gentle, controlled without being demanding. Tyler could feel Y/N’s fingers curl around his bicep, holding on, and Tyler made himself pull away for a second to catch his breath.
Her tongue darted out to trace his lips, brushing across Tyler’s in the process, and she smiled. “Much better than talking,” she whispered.
Tyler nodded. “Fuck, yes,” he agreed breathlessly, curling his fingers around the front of her button-up, pulling her in for another kiss. Y/N slumped against him, fingers digging into the hem of Tyler’s jeans, fingers curling underneath the fabric, hot against Tyler’s skin. Tyler pushed his hips forward, using the momentum to push Y/N back against the car, a little gasp escaped her lips, her mouth falling open easily, and Tyler’s tongue darted out, barely touching her lips.
She whimpered as Tyler pushed her back against the car, the side mirror digging painfully into her side, and she didn’t even care. She stilled almost entirely as Tyler’s mouth slanted over hers, kissing her so thoroughly that she nearly forgot her own name. She pressed her thumbs into Tyler’s hips, feeling Tyler’s fingers slide through her hair, and she wanted more, needed more. She pressed closer, as close as she could, and she wasn’t even embarrassed at how desperate she must look as she angled closer to Tyler.
Tyler’s hips jerked forward and he slid his hands down to Y/N’s chin, cupping her jaw as he pulled away; he nipped at her lower lip until she whined, smoothing over it with his tongue, pulling away with a small grin. “Fuck, why did I wait so long to kiss you?”
She shook her head, eyes nearly shut, her brain more than a little foggy; she steadied herself by holding onto Tyler’s hips and she tried to lean in to kiss him again. “Don’t know,” she muttered, “just do it again.”
Tyler chuckled, sliding his fingers down the side of her neck and back up again, angling her chin upward. He leaned in, kissing her slowly, licking into his mouth until he felt her arms circle his waist, until he felt her shudder against him. “Come back to mine?” Tyler whispered against her lips.
“Yeah,” Y/N agreed easily, eyes slipping shut as Tyler pressed his lips against her jaw, down the side of her neck, sucking a dark bruise that had her pulse racing. She whined as Tyler rocked his hips forward, forcing back a moan as he felt Tyler’s press against her, and she wanted nothing more than to be in her bedroom or Tyler’s bedroom or anywhere private.
“Keys?” Tyler prompted, lips brushing across his sensitive skin.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to find his words, but she couldn’t.
“Y/N?” Tyler said with a grin, nosing up her neck, across her jaw, barely brushing their lips together. “Keys?”
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Pocket, in my pocket.”
Tyler laughed softly, slipping a hand into her pocket with minimal struggle.
Her head fell forward onto Tyler’s shoulder, her breathing heavy. “Other pocket.”
Tyler hummed, fingers brushing over the front of her jeans before dipping into her other pocket and retrieving her keys. He quickly massaged the back of Y/N’s neck before pulling her away and leaning in a little bit, just breathing her in, and fuck, she was so responsive, lips parting and just waiting for Tyler to make the next move. “Want me to drive?”
“No!” her eyes suddenly shot open, shaking her head feverishly,
Tyler held his hands up defensively, “What’s wrong?”
“Did you forget I was the one pumping drinks into you all night?” she gasped. “No way are you driving anywhere. Just tell me where to go.”
“Alright,” Tyler agreed with a smile, and pointing towards the car. “Hop in then.” He climbed in the passenger seat as Y/N slid in next to him, rubbing his palms up and down her thighs. As she started the car, Tyler dug his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Michael.
Y/N nearly tripped over her own feet as she followed Tyler down the hall and into his bedroom; Tyler’s fingers were tight around her wrist, pulling her along, and Y/N went willingly. Tyler pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them, and her heart was racing in her chest as Tyler crowded against her instantly, pinning her to the door and pressing their lips together.
Tyler reached for Y/N’s jeans, fumbling a little before getting them unbuttoned. Y/N cursed against his lips and Tyler grinned, nipping at Y/N’s jaw.
“That was…” Y/N trailed off, finally pulling away and looking up at Tyler from under her eyelashes when they were finished.
“Yeah,” Tyler agreed with a soft smile; before reaching down and pulling a blanket over their bodies.
Y/N grinned widely, rolling onto her back.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against Y/N’s lips.
Y/N giggled, slipping a leg between Tyler’s, trying to get closer, trying to crawl into his skin the way Tyler had crawled into her stupid heart. “You, too,” she said lamely, cheeks flushing, and she ducked her head, trying to hide against the front of Tyler’s neck.
Tyler let her for a moment, running a hand over the back of her neck, between her shoulder blades, and down the length of her back.
Tyler watched Y/N for a couple of seconds, or maybe a couple of minutes, he wasn’t sure, and he brushed the back of his knuckles across her cheek. “I think you’ve ruined everyone else for me,” he admitted softly.
Y/N felt his cheeks flush as he nodded, still grinning. “Me, too.”
Y/N woke up the next morning to the sound of slow and steady clapping, a low whistle, and she groaned, pulling the blanket over his eyes. “Make it stop,” she grumbled, turning over and curling against Tyler’s chest in an attempt to hide from the world and sunlight and noise.
Tyler wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist, pressing his lips to her forehead. He cracked one eye open, to see Michael smirking at the door. “What?”
“Thought you said the bet was off,” Michael laughed with a grin.
Tyler’s heart dropped. “Michael—“
“Bet?” Y/N asked softly, ripping the blanket away from her face and looking up at Tyler. She could feel it in her chest, then, like something was ripping straight through her; no longer did she feel the rush of adoration towards three-am-Tyler who waxed poetic about Y/N’s eyes and dimples and lips, who whispered how beautiful she was, and she felt like she was going to vomit.
“No, it’s—“ Tyler started, trailing off, knowing no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be the right thing.
Michael pursed his lips and widened his own eyes, clearly unaware that Y/N was awake.
Y/N could practically feel her heart clench in her chest as she finally registered the words leaving Michael’s lips. “How much?” she found himself asking softly as she sat up, the thin blanket the only thing covering her.
“Y/N—” Tyler started, sitting up. He reached out for Y/N’s shoulder, only to have her jerk away.
“How much?” Y/N repeated, looking over her shoulder and fixing Tyler with a steady glare, eyes narrowed.
Tyler shook his head. “It’s not like that,” he whispered. “C'mon, it was stupid. Let me—Let me explain,” he pleaded, reaching out for her again.
“No,” Y/N said, slapping Tyler’s hand away. She pushed the sheet aside and stood up, not caring that she was completely naked in front of two people she hardly knew, and started looking around Tyler’s bedroom for her clothes.
“Y/N, please,” Tyler tried again, something twisting in his chest and his stomach as he watched Y/N walk around his room, trying to find her clothes. His gut twisted as he watched the long, pale line of Y/N’s legs as she pulled on her ridiculously tight jeans. Tyler could still see the faint bruises along her hips, across the back of her thighs. His chest did something weird, then, as Y/N pulled on the first shirt she found—definitely Tyler’s and not her own, but Tyler didn’t even try to stop her. “Y/N—”
“How much?” Y/N asked again, this time aiming her question towards Michael and not meeting Tyler’s eyes.
Michael bit his lip and leaned against the wall by Tyler’s door. “Fifty bucks.”
Y/N scoffed, pulling her shoes on and running her fingers through her tangled hair, wincing a little at the pull on her scalp, even though it was nothing compared to the way Tyler—she stopped herself right there and finished shoving her phone, wallet, and keys into her pocket. “Fuck you,” Y/N grumbled, pushing past Michael and making her way to the front door
Tyler pushed the sheet aside and jumped out of bed, ignoring Michael’s apology and followed Y/N, stopping her before she could reach the door. “Y/N, please, it was stupid—”
“Yes, it was,” Y/N agreed, trying to step past Tyler to get to the door.
“I shouldn’t have done it, I know, but I was pissed and—”
“—I never should’ve agreed to it—”
“—Y/N, I’m sorry, I feel awful—”
“Shut up,” Y/N snapped, pushing Tyler away and opening the front door. “Fuck you,” she whispered, willing herself not to cry in front of Tyler, that was the last thing she needed, and she nearly ran out of the flat, slamming the door shut behind her.
Tyler stared at the door for a few moments, frozen in place. “Fuck,” he sighed, hanging his head; he had really fucked up. It took him a few moments before he made his way back into his room, falling into his sheets that still smelled like the shampoo that Y/N used, and he found himself pulling the pillow closer, breathing in deep. He heard Michael shut his door quietly and he looked up to see that Michael had placed the money on his dresser, and his stomach twisted again. With a groan, he pulled his blanket over his head and tried to sleep, hoping that, when he woke, the guilt would be gone.
Y/N was pining; she was miserable and grouchy and didn’t want anything to do with anyone. She changed shifts at the bar and found any and every reason to avoid the building whenever Tyler had a set. And she’d done a decent job, really, of avoiding him for two whole weeks. Though, really, she believed John was conspiring against her when she walked in for an early shift one day to see Tyler sitting at the bar, head in his hands, and John serving him a drink. Y/N frowned and spun around on her heels, pushing for the door, when John yelled out to her.
“Y/N, wait, hang on!” John ran out from behind the bar, quicker than Y/N had ever seen, and grabbed her arm.
“I wanna go, John,” she muttered, looking down at her boots.
“Just give him a sec, yeah? He’s real torn up.”
Y/N scoffed. “Yeah? So am I,” she grumbled.
John nodded, rubbing Y/N’s arm. “I know. Just… You’ve been pining for weeks-months if you count all the whining you did before—“
“Hey,” Y/N protested with a pout. “Thought you were on my side.”
“I am,” John told him. “Just hear the guy out. What he did was awful, yeah? But it’s done. And he’s here trying to make up for it. I think that says a lot about him. If it was just a shag, just something for money, he wouldn’t give a fuck. He’d be on to the next one in no time. But he’s here, looking for you; been here every night for almost two weeks,” he explained. “So just…hear him out.”
Y/N frowned and reluctantly followed John over to the bar, slumping down in a barstool about three seats away from Tyler, facing forward and crossing her arms in front of her.
Tyler looked over at her, then up at John who held his hands up and left the bar, walking to the other side of the room to wipe down tables. Tyler looked back over at Y/N before standing up and moving closer to her, sitting next to her; he didn’t miss how Y/N flinched a little, tried to move away, and he reached out for her wrist. He expected Y/N to pull away, jerk her hand back, but she didn’t, and Tyler took a little bit of solace in that as he wrapped is fingers around Y/N’s wrist, thumb resting against her pulse. “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you since you started working here. No, well, I know I have. But I’m fucked up, and you’re kind of perfect, and I didn’t want to drag you down with me,” he said with a shrug. “So I stayed away, pined, whatever, because I didn’t think anything could ever happen.”
Y/N sniffed, pursing her lips and still looking ahead, refusing to meet Tyler’s eyes.
“And Michael is a wanker, thought he was being helpful; thought the only way I would ever make a move would be to, I don’t know, dare me or whatever. You know how lads are,” he said with a weak grin, smoothing his fingers over the skin of Y/N’s wrist.
“Obviously not, because I would never make a bet with a friend to have them fuck someone,” Y/N whispered.
“The bet was off,” Tyler insisted. “I texted Michael before we even got to my flat that the bet was off. I didn’t—I didn’t want that, like. Fuck the money, alright? I just wanted you. I thought… I thought we had a chance, yeah? And I didn’t want that hanging over us.”
“Good call,” Y/N scoffed.
Tyler ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N. I feel like shit. I never meant to hurt you—that was the last thing I ever wanted. If I just wanted a shag, I would’ve asked you to leave the minute we were done; I wouldn’t have stayed up for hours asking you about your favorite band, the last book you read, where you would travel if you had all the money in the world, or… I wouldn’t have let you stay,” he said simply.
Y/N swallowed and she could feel herself giving in, knew it was only a matter of time, because John was right—Tyler was there and apologizing and he actually gave a fuck. And Y/N wanted it, she wanted it all, she wanted to give it a shot, make it last; she wanted to stay up until four am while Tyler rambled on about his favorite books and his guitar. Y/N wanted to make Tyler breakfast even when he pouted and said he wasn’t a morning person, didn’t eat breakfast, just needed a cigarette and some coffee. Y/N wanted it all.
“I want you to stay,” Tyler decided, pressing into Y/N’s wrist and feeling her pulse speed up. “I want you.”
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and slowly flipped her palm over, instantly lacing her fingers with Tyler and squeezing his hand. “I want—“ she trailed off, shaking her head.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours,” he insisted. “Just—don’t ignore me, yeah? I can’t—I can’t do radio silence, not from you.”
“I want,” Y/N started again, pausing to take a deep breath. “I want you to use the fifty bucks on our first date. I want flowers and an expensive steak. And I want you to wear that awful shirt you had lying on the floor that I made fun of.”
Tyler smiled, could feel laughter bubbling up in his chest. “Flowers and a steak? You’ve got quite a list of demands.”
Y/N grinned, shrugging one shoulder. “Think I rather deserve it, don’t you?”
“Of course,” he agreed easily. “Flowers and a steak, it’s all yours,” he promised, standing up and crowding into Y/N’s space, breathing her in. “Am I forgiven?”
“And the shirt?”
With a smile, Tyler nodded, releasing Y/N’s hand in favor of brushing her hair out of her face. “And the shirt in exchange for forgiveness.”
Y/N smiled and leaned in, brushing their lips together. “Seems like a fair trade to me.”
The light of the morning shone in through your old bedroom but you refused to open your eyes. As much as you wished the events of last night was a dream, you could feel Mark’s arm draped around your naked torso under the sheets. Your back was turned to him, the sound of his calm and even breathing beside you as he slept. You wanted to blame the alcohol for the lack of judgement but it was beyond that. You had wanted Mark. Had succumbed to the need and desire of him, more than once in the night. Vague flashbacks of the night you two shared played in your head. Every touch had sent heats of fire throughout your body, every kiss a ripple of desire and every moan a wave of pleasure. Mark had been an extraordinary lover. You ran your hand over your face, what were you doing? Why were you basking in the thought of your night with Mark when you two had made such a horrible mistake. He was your best friend. He was engaged, to your other best friend. How horrible could you be? Carefully, you slipped out of the bed, although a part of you had wanted to stay. You wanted him to wake up with you and share in the gratification of each other’s bodies again, this time in the daylight. Lust, that’s what it was. That’s what you tried telling yourself as you tiptoed towards the tshirt that had been strewn across the floor. Quietly you slipped it on glancing at Mark as he laid there fast asleep. The blanket only covering his lower half while his arm remained reached out to where you were laying a few moments ago. Exiting the bedroom, you made your way downstairs towards the kitchen of your parents house. What were you supposed to do? Mark was asleep, naked in your old bedroom while you stood in the empty quiet kitchen. At that time the only logical thing you felt like you could do was make breakfast. Distract yourself from the thought of Mark upstairs, hoping that the simple tasks such as cooking would bring you back to reality. Too many feelings were rushing at you all at once. Anger, that you had done something so foolish and you weren’t the only one involved in this, Mark had been just as part of it, so you were angry at him too for letting it get that far. Guilt, that you had done the absolute worst thing possible to your best friend and she had no clue. Hurt, knowing that you had betrayed her and she would end up devastated at your actions. Confusion, because now you didn’t know where you and Mark stood. Did you have deeply rooted feelings for him and were you completely unaware of it until now?
Alright, sit the fuck down, cuz this is literally just all the bullshit character study crap I’ve done with these two cuties. Seriously. Stop saying these two have no character because they have a lot of it.
~ Appearance, musical. Kurt has shaggy hair, a white shirt with red sleeves, and the jacket. Ram has trimmed curly hair, a striped shirt, and the jacket. Ram is taller, but Kurt has more muscle.
~ Appearance, movie. Kurt has styled light brunette hair, brown eyes, a white shirt, and the jacket. He is also seen sporting a jean jacket in the forest scene. Ram has the same hair color, but his is shaggier/messier in the front. Ram has blue eyes, a striped shirt, and the jacket.
~ In the movie, Ram has an established relationship with McNamara. She invites Veronica to double date with her, convincing her to come along by saying that Ram has been sweeter since Chandler’s death, consoling her in her time of grief. With this, we see that Ram might have a more human side to him. That, and Kurt also relies heavily on Ram for dates with girls.
~ Continuing with the Ram might have some humanity topic. He had no idea of the note that Chandler passed along. When Martha showed up uninvited to his party, he didn’t kick her out or make her leave. He told her that she was acting weird (which she was) and then showed disgust at the lack of alcohol she brought.
~ Football, bitches. Kurt is a quarterback, Ram is a linebacker. Kurt wears a cute leg thing. I don’t know shit about football, but those are their positions. Obviously means they’re athletic.
~ In the musical, Veronica reveals that Heather Chandler was the only one able to control them. This means Kurt and Ram were not immune to the fear that Chandler struck in most of the student body. They were just as much her minions as McNamara and Duke. Also evidenced by Ram going over to try and deliver the note to Martha. (Gross, vag talk.)
~ As if it wasn’t obvious, Kurt and Ram are very vain people. Evidenced by Kurt having no attraction to Veronica before she gets her makeover, and suddenly wanting to fuck her afterward. Ram also calls Martha a lardass. Not really to do with being vain, but just like most stereotypical guy characters, they show an obvious disgust for the female body as we see when Chandler says that Martha wanted advice from her gyno.
~ Kurt is smarter than Ram, as Veronica states in Beautiful. This leads me to believe that no matter how codependent they are, Kurt is kind of the leader. I also think this because in one of the OG cast bootlegs, Kurt explains that he’d be the meat in the ‘Heather, Veronica sandwich,’ and Ram says he’d be the ‘Pickle on the side working the video camera.’
~ Ram thinks Bo Diddley is hot.
~ Kurt and Ram cannot beat J.D. in a fight, even when working together.
~ Kurt and Ram’s dads are at the very least emotionally abusive as seen in the scene before Big Fun. Upon calling his father dude, Kurt is held by their dads and verbally harassed/humiliated. Then after they throw him to the ground, they yell at Ram and scare him into flinching/falling back.
~ Kurt and Ram’s dads say, “Hold his arms,” and, “Punch it in,” which leads me to believe that Kurt and Ram learned most of their behavior from their fathers.
~ At their funeral, Ram’s dad is the one to accept them being gay first. Of course, this brings me to another point many people seem to forget. Kurt and Ram were not gay. And them being “gay” is the only reason anyone really cared that they died. No one was sad about their death, and instead turned their death into a movement for equal rights.
~ Not really character stuff, but Kurt tried to dance with Ram during Big Fun and Ram shoved him away.
~ The two of them aren’t good guys when they’re wasted. They force themselves onto girls as seen with Ram with Duke during Big Fun, and the both of them with Veronica during Blue.
~ Speaking of Blue, Kurt and Ram are very easily tricked seeing as they aren’t all that smart. Toss them some booze and you can tame the beasts.
~ Blue Reprise. Let’s talk about this real quick. Kurt and Ram told everyone that Veronica went down on them even though she didn’t. Dick move on their part, I’ll admit it. But no one ever thinks of the reason why they did it. Most likely they were hurt and embarrassed after being rejected, and lashed out because of that. Doesn’t excuse it, but I think that’s probably why they did it.
~ There’s no happy ending here, fuckers. Kurt and Ram get super hyped to get with Veronica, and then that’s about it. Ram’s last moments are of joy, while Kurt wasn’t so lucky. He saw his best friend die, felt panic and confusion as he ran for his life, and then it was all over. Hey, at least as ghosts they’re still goofy and energetic, right?
Hi, could you please do a Steve Harrington imagine where he has a free house and throws a party (not like in the show but a big house party or smth) but he only cares about you going?? Thank you so much, I love your writing btw!!!
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader (lowkey some barcy shit)
A/N: y'all I’m tryin to do a lot of my requests and asks but I’m usually on mobile and there’s school and my own issues and my neurodivergence so try to be more understanding! I appreciate you guys so much but I need my own time. p.s. I’ll be adding tags and all that tomorrow night! As always, feel free to correct me if i messed up anything, considering I didn’t even proofread this. Without further ado have some flustered Steve Harrington :)
Steve Harrington didn’t get rejected. Not by anyone he asked out.
If you had conducted a survey in Hawkins, Indiana and asked every single person who was capable of having feelings for a boy if they would date Steve Harrington, the answer would undeniably be a yes, definitely, absolutely. He’d never been stood up once in his life, and maybe that was why he was so confused when you weren’t anywhere to be found in his crowded house on a Friday night, dancing and laughing like everybody else. Well, everybody else but Steve. Right then, he was sitting on the couch, head in one hand and cigarette in the other, anxiously messing with his hair. The only person there that he really knew and liked was Nancy because Jonathan refused to come, not until later anyways. Every time the door opened, his breath would be caught in his throat until it was just another person with too many worries and a criminal lack of alcohol looking to even the scales.