drunk times oh no

anonymous asked:

koma can we expect sometime this or next month the next installment of jason drunk series? take your time, no pressure <333

OH LORDDDDDD. You know what… I need to make myself a priority writing schedule and try to stick with it.

I know I keep saying this and sound like a very veeeeeery broken record that needs to move on and enter the 21st century already… but I really do want to get to the point where I’m regularly posting for fics, series, prompts etc.

Just…. consistency in writing.

I’m working so hard at it and trying to get myself to write even on the bad days (because I have a lot of bad days, and I don’t want that to get in the way of doing the things that I like and make me happy?)

ANYWAYS. Tangent. Here’s my priority list for now, with or without a timeline, but I would hope to get all these done in the next month FOR SURE:

  1. Red Robin and the Hood Chapter 9.
  2. Mini ficlet with Jay cutting Steph’s hair Mulan-style using one of Damian’s swords.
  3. Scenario fic where Bruce gets to Jason in time, so he doesn’t die in the warehouse explosion (*weeps*).
  4. Next instalment in the drunk!Jason series (featuring Tequila!jay and Bruce).
  5. All those “kiss” prompts I never got around to finishing but have absolutely not forgotten about.

Obviously, sometimes inspiration hits for something completely different, and so the order may not follow this to a tea (T?)…. but I have at least prioritised the various things in my head.

And honestly, I love RRatH, SO MUCH. But I have other fic ideas too that I refuse to let myself start without finishing my first longfic. So I’d really like to get into a regular update rhythm with RRatH so I can finish it and allow my other ideas to flourish. Lol. So it will remain my priority for now…

That being said, I just want to thank literally everyone that reads my fics, but also especially the people that have been tracking my random updates and sparse posting with patience, ready with comments and thoughts and reactions and reblogs every time I post.

You belong with me// Montgomery de la Cruz

Requested by: @7reasonswhy

Songs: -call your girlfriend acoustic version by Ashleigh brown -you belong with me by Taylor swift

I was looking across the cafeteria at Monty surrounded by all his friends. Out of all the guys in this school I only had my eyes on Montgomery de la Cruz. Just one tiny problem…he had a girlfriend. She was a cheerleader and a total bitch, I watched as Monty tried kissing her but she moved her head over so he ended up kissing her cheek. The whole time she was giving Bryce a flirty look, if I had Monty I would never look at another guy.

“Are you seriously staring at him again?” Jessica waved her hand in front of my face snapping me out of my trance.

“He’s so hot…how did he end up with the devils mistress?” I sighed.

“I wouldn’t consider her his girlfriend she’s more of a….purse dog. She only clings to his side but she doesn’t actually love him, she’s his accessory. I heard him and Justin talking last time, he said she doesn’t talk to him outside of school and that he’s pretty sure she’s cheating.” Jessica spoke as we both watched their table. Monty laughed at something but his girlfriend hit him causing him to stop.

“Maybe he can cheat on her with me.” I said in a joking tone even though there was some truth to it.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” Jessica smiled.

“I can’t what’s the point if he has a girlfriend.” I started whining.

“We’re hanging out today after school at Bryce’s why don’t you come?”

“Okay I’ll skip last period to look nice.” I laughed as I stared down at my sweats. She laughed and nodded as we got up ready to throw our trash away. We passed by the table and Jessica stopped to give Justin a quick kiss. I awkwardly stood behind them when suddenly Monty turned to me, he observed me while his girlfriend talked in his ear. When we left we planned to meet up later to skip last period and help me look nice.

When we got to Bryce’s Jessica ran in and got us drinks.

“Everyone this is y/n be nice.” She smiled. We looked around to see Monty all by himself.

“Go talk to him.” Jessica nudged my shoulder.

“What do I say hey I’m y/n you’ve probably never noticed me since I’m a total loser…anyways I have this huge crush on you and fantasize that you’ll break up with your girlfriend and date me, do you think you can make my wish come true?” I answered sarastically.

“Oh don’t forget to add what you said last time…what was it? Something about how you and him would make beautiful babies?” She said jokingly.

“Oh my god I was drunk that time.” I blushed causing her to laugh. We talked for a while before she got up and left with Justin. It had gotten boring so I just sat there playing with my drink when suddenly I felt the couch besides me sink in.

“I swear it’s usually more interesting when Dempsey is here drunk but he had to leave early to babysit.” I turned to see Monty.

“I can replace him if you want… I do some embarrassing things while drunk.” I laughed.

“Really? I’ll be the judge of that.” He winked at me causing me to laugh. We talked all night until jessica showed up saying we had to leave and she was my only ride. Monty and I exchanged numbers before Jessica drove away.

“Spill everything now.” She laughed. After I told her everything she turned to me during a red light.

“He is so into you!!” She wiggled her eyebrow at me.

“What no…jess it was just to friends talking.” I laughed. Suddenly my phone rang.

Would you like to hang out at Rosie’s diner, tomorrow at 6?- Monty

“What is it?” She smiled.

“He wants to hang out at Rosie’s.” I stared at my phone in surprise.

“Hmmm and make beautiful babies right after?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I laughed as I quickly responded with a yes. After Rosie’s we became best friends. He would always talk to me when he had girl trouble.

“I don’t get it so I took her on a simple date because last time she yelled at me that she doesn’t have time and now she yelled at me that I don’t care enough to try.” Monty groaned into my pillow.

“Hmm…I know what you need.” I grinned.

“What is that?” He gave me a daring smirk.

“Dance party!!” I yelled as I turned up the music that was playing softly in the background. I jumped up and down on the bed as I tried to get him to join. Then the song changed to you belong with me by Taylor swift, oh the irony.

“Oh my god this is my song!” I yelled over the music. I grabbed my comb and used it as I microphone as I playful sang to Monty causing him to laugh.

“But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up And find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time If you can see I’m the one who understands you Been here all along so why can’t you see You belong with me You belong with me.” I sang as I pointed to Monty.

“I’m not singing Taylor swift.” He laughed.

“Fine I’ll tickle you you until you sing at least one verse.” I got on him as I started tickling him and he squirmed and laughed.

“Wait stop.” He breathed out. I stopped worried that I had hurt him. Suddenly he kissed me catching me off guard. After a while we pulled apart breathless when he suddenly bolted up.

“Shit I shouldn’t have done that.” He quickly got up and ran out the door. Monty started ignoring me after that. Whenever he saw me in the hallway he headed the opposite way or just avoided eye contact. Today there would he a baseball game and after spending all day crying with Jessica we decided to go so I could confront him.

The game ended up getting canceled because it was raining heavily. I looked across the field to so everyone gone but Monty who was putting all his things into his bag. He walked across the field hugging myself to protect myself from the cold rain water falling down on me.

“Do you really regret it that bad.” I scoffed. He turned around and gave me a sad look.

“I have a girlfriend I really shouldn’t have done that,” He sighed.

“Fine look me in the face tell me you hated and regret it and I will never bother you again.” I stared at him anger radiating off me.

“I did…I didn’t…but that’s the thing I hate that I don’t regret it.” He groaned frustrated.

“Explain what happened, tell her you don’t feel anything anymore then break up with her.” I sighed.

“I can’t.”

“Okay.” I nodded and started walking away.

“Y/n wait.” He yelled. He ran after me before turning me around by grabbing my arm. I was about to protest when he kissed me, it was short and sweet when we pulled apart he nodded.

“Okay I will.” He smiled before kissing my forehead. We walked back to school soaking wet as he held my hand.

Im sorry if you requested an imagine and I haven’t posted it, it’s because I’m having some trouble with tumblr and I will try to post yours soon

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{ five's company // ch. 17 }

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a/n: hello! i’m trying to get better at updating for this story. the goal is for a new chapter each friday. hope you like it!

t/w: implication of sex

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“They’re very affectionate here.” You mumbled, looking around at all the couples who were openly holding hands and sharing sweet kisses. 

Alex managed a little laugh, swinging your intertwined hands gently. “You just noticed?” 

“Where do you think Laf gets his tenacity from?” John teased, making you laugh a little. 

“I never hear any of you complaining.” Laf scoffed, hands intertwined with Hercules’ as you walked down the streets together.

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Arrow To The Knee - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Reader.


Originally posted by kaliforhnia-dreaming

You were getting married tomorrow. You were getting married to Stiles, to be exact. He’d proposed about a year and a half ago. But tonight was your rehearsal dinner, and you were beyond excited for tomorrow.

You stood outside the double doors, waiting to walk down the aisle. You watched your bridesmaids go ahead of you; Malia, Kira, Hayden. Lydia was your maid of honor. Scott was of course Stiles’ best man. Isaac, Liam, and Derek were his groomsmen.

You weren’t very dressed up today, Stiles wasn’t either. You’d agreed that the rehearsal dinner wouldn’t be too fancy. You were wearing a t-shirt with one o Stiles’ white flannels. You had white shorts on and converse. Stiles was sporting his normal flannel and maroon jeans, a goofy grin plastered on his face the entire night.

You’d finished the run-through and you were sat down for dinner. You looked over at Stiles and squeezed his hand. “Hey, make sure Scott doesn’t say anything embarrassing…please?”

He looks down at you and chuckles. “I’ll tell him. I think that will only give him encouragement to be more embarrasing. He may tell some of our drunk stories.”

“Oh god..like that time we started to have sex in the living room while he was on the couch.”

“Exactly like that time.” Scott leans in between the two of you and smirks.

“Scott my parents will be here. Please.” You look up at him and plead. “Even though we’re getting married, my dad will kill him.”

Scott throws his hands up in defeat. “I won’t talk about that then. I’ll talk about the time that you guys got caught having sex behind the club.” He laughs.

“That’s even worse!” You bury your head in your hands.

“You guys have sex like everywhere, don’t you?” Lydia asks, looking over to you.

Stiles looks at you and raises an eyebrow. You’re too embarrassed to even speak. “Yeah. We kinda do.” Stiles responds and you sigh.

“I give up. On all of you. Say whatever you want in front of my parents.” You run a hand through your hair, rolling your eyes.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk about that time you guys fell asleep on the couch while you were cooking and almost burned the apartment down.”

“That sounds more like us.” Stiles laughs.

“Just please say something nice.” You laugh, Stiles rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Come here.” He leans over and whispers, getting up and leading you to the back of the building. “We won’t get anytime alone until after the wedding tomorrow, so I thought I’d grab you now.” He smiles and pulls you into his chest, pecking your lips.

“What’s up?” You smile as he kisses you.

“I just want you to know how much I love you.” He smiles. “I’m not going to say this in front of everyone because I know it’ll embarrass you so I’ll just say it to you. The first day we met…I knew, you know? I knew I’d marry you. No one will ever know the depths of our relationship, but we do. I just..” He smiles and places a hand on your cheek. “You’re my one. You’re the only one I want to see when I wake up in the morning. You’re the only one I want to see in the kitchen wearing my clothes. I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Soon enough I’ll love Y/N Stilinski.” He grins and kisses you again.

You smile. “Well since we’re getting married tomorrow, I figure I should thank you for whacking me in the face when we met.“

“Oh, you’re very welcome for that. I 100% felt terrible every time I saw your black eye afterwards.” He kisses your nose and you smile.

The Pretty, the Reckless

Hey guys! So while I work on the next update I thought I’d post this personal project I had been working on, it’s 21 pages! Damn!

P.S. I know this isn’t following the actual SOA timeline exactly right, so I guess you could consider it a bit of a AU from the show in that aspect (and a few other aspects haha). For those that are fans of the show.

All that aside, I hope you enjoy!

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tetrisandwanderingowls replied to your photoset: kittyseb: Murder Strut Boyfriends™ “What the…

@reioka screeching at how Natasha plays Bucky and how she responds to Steve trying to ask Tony out. How many times have the tried asking Tony out without him realizing??

Listen, okay, Natasha pretends she doesn’t care about these idiots but she DOES, and she has a cork board that takes up most of one wall full of her bedroom with diagrams and labeled with different colored yarns and she has pulled her hair out over this. It’s part of the reason she’s such good friends with Tony; she had to get inside his head because SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING KEEPS GOING WRONG.

(The corkboard goes back as far as the team JUST getting together and it was just Steve trying to awkwardly flirt with Tony. Pepper and Maria Hill see the board and Pepper is horrified. “Oh my GOD, Natasha, we were still dating here!” “Oh like you wouldn’t have fucking watched them,” Natasha snaps back. Pepper sputters, blushing. “I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE ATTACKED!” “I literally only came here for booze so if this is what’s happening,” Maria begins, but then Natasha points her over to some high-end vodka and she decides she can deal with this if she’s drunk. “Oh my God are these all the times they’ve asked Tony out and failed?” Pepper asks, staring at the rows and rows of tally marks. “That’s super sad.” “Honestly surprised Rogers and Barnes haven’t given up,” Maria said, and suddenly half the bottle of vodka is gone what the fuck Hill.)

Under the cut there is FINALLY the answer to that promt-ask about Isak and Mikael meeting for the first time (if some of the stuff that went down back at bakka was indeed romantic) .. enjoy! 

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tea time for @winglysimmer. prompt: sex scene

this was levi’s first big role. it’d been years of headshots and failed agents until he finally got a low billed part in the most recent bond movie. he tried not to get excited–it wasn’t really his style to have any kind of enthusiasm in this industry. anything could be pulled out from under you at any moment, and even when you made it big, you could still fall hard.

but erwin smith. he was actually going to be working alongside erwin fucking smith. names didn’t light up in gold quite as much as his name. shine just as bright as the yellow of his perfectly styled hair. send women and men quivering and broken as much as he does. levi had his fair share of entertainment weekly magazines, full cover photos of half clothed and oiled smith shoved away in his nightstand drawer. he’d come enough times, whimpering into his wrist, thinking of big tanned hands locked into the grooves of his hips. a fantasy so much like a dream sometimes, that he’d sworn they could have been real.

he hesitated to call it an obsession. that would imply he had a problem. jerking off to celebrities wasn’t something you particularly talked about, but they were sex symbols and was of course a thing that happened. but he found himself following paparazzi twitters, following locations to see if he could come across smith in the open. see if he was as godlike as he was in the papers.

and now that he was sitting on set, clad in villainous attire of slicked back hair and a well tailored suit, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of erwin smith. couldn’t control his heartbeating so heavily through his neck that he tried to sedate it with a clench of his jaw.

smith’s bare ass, flexing with each thrust, the pits the muscles hollowing and catching the shadows of the hushed lighting. the shape of his muscles curving around bone, golden skin coated in a sheen of sweat. he made soft noises as he ground against the leading female, her dark brunette hair cascading to the pillow between his fingers as he held her head up to kiss him. the room was quiet except for the pantomiming of fake romance. 

and damn if levi shouldn’t have gotten an oscar for his spectacular ability to keep a straight face and a soft cock.

the director cuts the scene and erwin pulled away from the actress. unashamed, he padded off the set, his soft dick tucked away in a cock sock. he ran a hand through his hair to replace any stray strands as an assistant ran up to him to cover him in a robe and hand him a glass of water.

levi tried not to be star struck. tried to avert his gaze from this sex god he’d been following for his entire shitty career. this man that he couldn’t even believe he was sharing the same screen with for a whole entire minute. but he kept looking, and smith must have felt those grey eyes on him. they meet, grey and blue, and locked for what felt like ages, until smith started to walk toward him, glass of water empty and handed back to the assistant. and levi tried hard to find the next closest stage assistant to hide behind, his heart still pounding in his throat and up to his ears until his head felt like it was going to pop.

“hello.” smith said. he smelled like coconuts and cologne, and for some reason it worked really well for him.

levi didn’t look at him, ground his teeth until he finally could muster the words to respond. “hey.”

“i saw what you did earlier today. it was good stuff.”

“must have been thinking about ‘unnamed grunt A’. i’m ‘B’.”

smith laughed, and the smile that lingered was handsomely beautiful. “ah yes, i suppose i was mistaken.” he tilted his head and leaned forward. “but i think i’ve seen you before.”

levi shrunk away, still averting his eyes. “doubt it.”

“no… no… it was at ‘gilly’s’ wasn’t it.” smith smiled wider. “you know how to dance.”

levi’s eyes went wide. he focused them on the golden embroidered name on smith’s robe as he struggled with the words. gilly’s was his go to place–a west hollywood gay club that pampered to the super rich. he was not rich, but he was the kind of man that had other ways of getting through the bouncers. “i have no…”

“no. some people just dance through their booze. you dance through the music.” smith leaned back, his smile still etched on his face.

levi couldn’t hold the blush anymore. he shrunk away, his fingers curled up and played with the hem of his suit jacket. what was smith doing at a gay club? how had the paparazzi not gobbled that shit up? “like you’d be caught dead at gilly’s.” he croaked. 

“you helped my friend when they were pushed around by a drunk. i wanted to thank you at the time.”

“o-oh.” yep, that was him.

“i am glad that we’re able to meet like this. it was a pleasant surprise.”

“s-sure.” levi was losing it. every second his mask was cracking.

“what’s your name?”


“you can call me erwin.” he extended his hand, and levi took it. held it in his small one and tried not to imagine how much he had jacked off to the very thought of this, with the very hand he had offered to the man.


“erwin! get back on set. we gotta shoot that all again.”

erwin smiled. he removed his robe and stood completely naked besides his little cloth of modesty. levi’s nose flared. “it was nice meeting you.”

levi groaned, swallowed thickly, and nodded. “yeah.”

anonymous asked:

Heyy! I really liked your first HC, can I request a scenario when the RFA and Saeran meet MC working as a bartender on a club or at a bar before she joined the RFA? And like, they’re a little tipsy from the drinking and open up to her, but they don’t recognize her at first when she appears in the chatroom? I don’t know if I made myself clear, but something like this? Tnx

Hi! Thank you so much! I think I got it hahah. Such an honor to take my first request A_A So… that got very looooong, I hope you have patience to read till the end lolololol 

RFA + Saeran meeting bartender MC


  • His college buddies finally managed to make him forget LOLOL and go out that week
  •  They went to one of those sports bars, they really wanted to make him get drunk just to see how he would look like
  • You watched as they tried to make him choose some really heavy drinks, he looked like a light weight, and the scene make you feel… uncomfortable
  •  You made your way close to them in the balcony . “What can I get you, boys?
  • “Something really strong to make this boy here get turnt!”, one of them said shaking Yoosung’s shoulders
  • Yoosung looked really embarassed, he glanced quickly at you and looked to the floor again, you felt really bad because he obviously didn’t want to drink.
  • “You got it! Why don’t you guys go sit over there right next to our new cool TV and I’ll see what I can do for him?” they nodded as they went to the sits a little far from the balcony.
  • You looked at him and gave your sweetest smile: “What can I do for you, cutie?”
  • He blushed a little, looked at the menu and pointed some random drink quietly
  • “This is pretty strong, are you sure?”, “Yes, I am…” “Well, I’m sorry if I’m being nosy, but you don’t look like you really want it, can I get you something lighter or maybe a virgin version of this one?“
  • Yoosung looked at you, you were very pretty and looked really nice, but he didn’t like how you were felling pitty for him, he was a man, he could take this drink! So he refused.
  • “Okay… coming right up…” you answered reluctantly and went to prepare the drink. It was an expensive one, why did you care if he really didn’t want to drink? You handed over his drink and proceeded to service another customers
  •  A few minutes later, you looked at him, the boy looked very dizzy, you could tell he was going to pass out any minute.
  • “Hey… can I get you anything? Some water?”
  • “Could you tell me why I’m so pathetic?” Oh boy… you dealt with drunks all the time, just put them on a cab! Why were you so interested on what he had to say? He didn’t look pathetic to you, he just looked lonely and vulnerable…
  • “Excuse me?”
  • “I’m such a lame boy, am I not? I’m always worried about what other people think of me! I just came here because I didn’t want being called a loser, I took this because I wanted to impress you… I’m just… ugh…” well, he definitelly was making an impression
  • What could you say to this poor drunk guy? “Hey, listen to me: there’s nothing wrong about wanting to fit in with your friends and… impressing girls, but you have to speak up your mind so people can like you for who you really are, you can’t be a people pleaser all the time, or else you’re gonna lose your mind.”
  • “But it’s so f… so damn hard.” He whined, you tried to hold back a chuckle when he refused to swear. “How can I do that?”
  • “Well, there’s no set answer, but… just so you know, I really like how you’re not afraid to look vulnerable in front of me right now. It takes guts to show your insecurities, you know what I mean?” he nodded, you’re not sure if he is actually listening as he’s laying down his head on the balcony, oh shit! He’s gonna throw up!
  • You called his friends back and went with them outside until they got a cab, you couldn’t help but worry about this cute blonde guy.
  • “Bye, pretty ladyyyyy! I would kiss you if I hadn’t thrown up , so I hope you enjoy your tip”
  • It wasn’t a big tip, and yeah, a kiss wasn’t the best he could give you right now, but you appreciated his words.
  • The next day, he reminded talking to a nice girl, actually, he reminded making a fool of himself to a nice girl, so although he really would like to see her again, he felt really embarassed and never took courage to go to the sports bar again. Little did he know you would meet up again in the chat room a few weeks later.


  • It was a model’s agency event. Although he was really trying to stablish his carrer as a serious actor and take some distance from modeling jobs, his manager insisted that he had to attend
  • So there he was, listening over and over how handsome he looked. Not that he didn’t like being complemented on his looks, but… haven’t anybody in this lounge ever watched him on stage?
  • He went to the bar, he needed some drink to make this event bareble. He ordered whisky, since beer was not being served. It was a really fancy party.
  • You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, he looked strangely familiar, but… why?
  • He noticed you staring at him, and of course he thought you looked really pretty. “Hey… what’s up, lady?”
  • “Oh… sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I…”
  • “You couldn’t help to think how good looking I am? Well, it happens…” he grinned.
  • “Yeah, so good looking and so modest too…” he gagged a little on his whisky “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I was… just kidding. Shit, my boss told me I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut, I’m really sorry, sir…” he laughed at your despair and said it was fine, actually, your spontaneity was very refreshing in such a shallow environment
  • “But tell me… a gorgeous lady like you working as a bartender? You could easilly be one of those models right there, maybe even an actress!”
  • “I think you have to be tallented to be an actress, no? It’s not only about looks…”
  • “Yes, sure, but looks can help a little. I know it helps me, at least.” and now you were staring him again. “I KNEW IT! YOU ARE AN ACTOR|! I’VE SEEN YOU BEFORE!” he was surprised at first, but you looked so fascinated that he couldn’t help but smile “What are you even doing here? This is a model’s event”
  •  “Yeah… well, as I said, looks help a lot. I’m not that famous as an actor…” “Yet” you interrupted him and he blushed a little “Oh… yeah, yet, so… sometimes I just take these modelling gigs, but if I could, I would only work as an actor, even with all the struggling and the sacrifices on my personal life… did you know I don’t go out on a date for five years?.” Why was he suddenly talking about this? Maybe the whisky was stronger then he thought.
  • “Oh… don’t worry, I know one day you’re gonna find someone  who will help you with your struggle.”  “Maybe I just found her?” he thought, admiring her
  • He would stay the whole night talking to her, but his manager dragged him to meet new acquaintances. When he returned to the bar, you weren’t there anymore, maybe you got replaced because you couldn’t keep ypur mouth shut, he thought and chuckled a little. But he were really frustrated he didn’t even get your name.
  • So when you visit him during his route, you recognized each other immediately, and he knew this was fate and you two were meant to be.


  • It was a saturday and she decided to go to a quiet and small bar one of her colleagues talked about, they even served alcoholic drinks made of coffee, so that caught her attention
  • She ordered one of them, and you noticed when she pulled some papers out of her briefcase and started to work, very focused. You were impressed that she was working on a saturday,but felt bad since this was supposed a place to relax.
  • She picked her phone. “Yes, Mr. Han, I’m already on it… I’ll send to you tomorrow morning tops… what do you mean ‘a new cat project’? Right now? Ok, I’ll do a research and report to you asap. Goodbye.” Gosh… her voice was beautiful… even when she sounded so tired…
  • “Stop staring at the clients and focus! Why are you distracted?” your boss nagged at you  “S-Sorry,sir, I’ll…” “I let you at the balcony because the male clients come to you, but if you don’t focus, I’ll move you to reception. Actually, you’ll work on the balcony today and reception tomorrow, double shift, understood?” Great, now you working sunday night too… “Yes, of course”, what can you do? You really need the job…
  • The lady already finished her drink, so you went to take her glass, she ordered another one, and she observed you, your eyes locked when you were finishing her drink. “Tough day, huh?” you asked, “Tell me about it…” she replied and you both chuckle, sharing this subtle and bothering bond.
  • “Sorry you had to see this, I’m… I’m still new at this job and… well, who cares? I’m just here because I’m cute,apparently… oh, sorry, I… pretend I didn’t say that, I’ll…” you stop talking, pull yourself together!Why are you talking like this to a customer? To her?
  • “Hey, don’t… don’t feel bad about what your boss said about you attracting male customers. You’re very competent to your job, it’s not about your looks… I know that because this is really good” she pointed at the drink you made, you blushed and smiled, she seemed so cold at first sight, who knew that in addition to being beautiful, she was really nice and sympahetic?
  • “And don’t let your boss get to you, ok? He’s giving you this much job because he probably trust you’re gonna do a good work. Well… at lest that’s what I tell myself about my boss, that’s the only way I can endure him…”
  • “Oh right… you’re working right now, right?” and then she procceded to tell you this was one of the weird cat projects, which you couldn’t believe it was actually a thing, you two were laughing and telling stories about the bizarre things you had to do in your jobs because of your bosses. She was having fun with this smart, witty and sweet bartender, but… she had to go back to work.
  • Without thinking much, you took two shot glasses, poured some vodka and handed one to her. “To our bosses” you made an ironic toast and chugged, she did the same and laughed.
  • You talked a lot and you were living when she flirted a little to you, but when she started to tripping in her words, you realized she was too drunk  and called her a cab, wondering if she would remember you.
  • She had a vague memory of a really nice and beautiful lady, but wasn’t sure if it was real or a trick of her drunk mind, but decides to never go back to that place because the drinks were really heavy and she got too distracted from her job.
  • So when you two meet, she thinks you’re familiar somehow, but it took a long time for her to realize you were that bartender (and you were real!), which made her even happier about opening a cafe with you, because not only she got rid of her stressful job, she saved you from yours too.


  • It was an engagement party for his father. Maybe the second or third in less than two years? He didn’t know…
  • Always the same thing, the same compliments, the same futile people, the same women…
  • Trying to avoid these people, he sat on a corner of the bar, he noticed that the bartender were taking too long, then he saw you, looking through a little gap on the kitchen door, were you spying on something? Someone? Oh… what difference does it make? You should be working!
  •  He coughed to get your attention, and you promptly went to him, a little flustered
  • “Sorry, sir. What can I get you?” “Wine. And maybe a more focused bartender.” You were scared, oh shit! He looked like someone powerful enough to get you fired with a simple nod… “Yes, of course, I deeply apologize… It won’t happen again and…”
  • “MC! You’re missing! He’s gonna tell her the truth! He’s gonna tell her the truth!” one of your colleagues said, putting his head out of the kitchen, then he realized you were actually working. “Oh… nevermind, sorry.”
  • You poured his wine, but you looked aprehensive, which oddly surprised him, what was going on?
  • “What’s happening?” he asked casually. You thought you shoudn’t really talk about it. “Oh… nothing. Don’t worry, sir. Can I get you anything else?
  • “The truth. What’s happening?” you trembled a little, his tone was monotone and cold, but you were scared as if he was yelling. “Oh… it’s just… this soap opera… we were watching on the kitchen.”
  • “Which soap opera?” he asked looking at his glass of wine, you said the name and he finally looked at you, his eyes widened a little “He’s going to tell her he’s not really rich today?”
  • You were surprised and confused… “Y-Yes…she found the documents that prove his bankrupticy… and now she’s confronting him because she loves him, but he was lying this whole time!” you were surprised at yourself about how much you got carried by the plot, and apparently so was he.
  •  “Yes… it must be a shock, right? Thinking your partner is finnancially stable and then… find out he’s not.”
  • “Well, yeah… but I don’t think it’s about the money, it’s just… she loves him and really trusts him, if he lied about such a trivial thing, what else could he be hiding?”
  • “Trivial” he couldn’t hold back a little scoff “You think money is trivial?”
  • “No, of course not… I need money to live, but… it’s not the most important thing when it comes to relationships… specially the romantic ones, otherwise it’s just…”
  • “Business” he was following your thread of thoughts and chuckled “My dad’s fianceé could learn something with you.” What was he saying? He didn’t even drink this much wine…
  •  You didn’t know how to respond, but something in his eyes said he was really… sad, such beautiful dark eyes… He noticed you staring at him, you blushed furiously and looked away, which he thought it was very… amusing. “So… I’ve been very busy and missed a great amount of episodes, can you catch me up on the soap opera?”
  • “S-Sure.” You obliged, still afraid of being fired, but you really enjoyed talking about it for some reason. Whenever someone would approach you waiting for a drink, he would just glare and that person would walk away, scared of Chief Han’s son. And you went on to tell him everything. He was mesmerized, you talked so passionately and your eyes were so bright… he could listen you talk about whatever through all the night.
  • But he had to work the next day, so he called his driver and let you a generous tip, even though this wasn’t a regular bar and you both knew you did a poor job that night.
  • He though of you from time to time, but he never saw you again working on any of these events. Probably you got fired because you kept watching TV during work hours.
  • So when you go to this house during his route, he couldn’t be happier, this was just… perfect! He would hear you talk about everything, and there was no bartending job on the way this time.


  • He had this mission on a bar, apparently some business men were meeting there once in a week to seal some shady deals.
  • You noticed this redhead guy coming there every wednesday, he never ordered any drink or talked to anyone, he just ordered Dr. Pepper and stared at his phone.
  • You handed some random drink in front of him, he looked at you. “You’re gonna look very suspicious if you don’t order something with alcohol.” You whispered as you took a quick glance at the business men’s table, he looked too and noticed he was being observed. “Oh… thank you…” he genuinely thanked, how did he not notice he was being watched? And how did she notice?
  • “You’re welcome, officer” oh… she thought he was a cop! Probably she saw a lot of cops around here and noticed some pattern in their behavior, wow… she was smart! And really cute too.
  • “Oh no… I’m not… what you thinking, I’m…” whoa, what was he going to say? “I’m just…”
  • “Don’t worry, I don’t need to know” Right you were! “But I’m glad someone’s putting a stop to this. These guys are really rude! I’ve seem a bunch of thugs here, but these are the worst! I can’t believe the police didn’t shut down this place yet! Oh… I should stop talking, I know what happens to snitches” and you walked away from him, he knew you were doing the right thing, but… he didn’t really want to stop talking to you?
  • “Hey, can I ask you something?” he said while you washed some glasses, you looked at him a little concerned “Don’t worry, it’s not about them, it’s just…” he took a sip of the drink you gave him. “You… why does a girl like you work at a place like this?
  • “A girl like me?” “Yes, you look… so nice and… good, what are you doing here among these… guys?”
  •  “Oh well, I… didn’t know I don’t have the right look for this place”, he looked flustered, “Relax, I’m joking!” and you laughed, God, your laugh was really something…
  •  “I mean… there isn’t a look for a good person, right? A good person can look like me, you, that guy over there… oh, nevermind, he looks really evil”, he laughed, and you enjoyed making this cute guy laugh.
  •  “I don’t think I’m even close to looking like a good person, let alone actually being a good person…” he looked down, “Why do you say that?” you asked.
  • “Well, I… did awful things in my past…” “Well, haven’t we all? We all did something we’re not proud of. Doing bad things don’t turn you  in to a bad person right away, and… if you really regret it, then you’re really not bad, you’re just human.”
  • “Even when you hurt another human?” what was he doing? What was in this drink?
  • “ Well, I don’t know what happened to you, but… it looks like you really got hurt too, so… maybe you’re not that bad? Maybe you’re just… lost?”
  • He received a notification on his phone, indicating that he got all he needed, which made him relieved or soon enough he would be the one talking too much. What was with this girl and why he wanted to keep listening to her? Although she sounded a little naive, she was pretty smart, he would really like to know her thoughts about a lot of things in life.
  • He didn’t say anything else, just paid her and let a good tip. You felt confused, and a little sad, but you knew you crossed a line there.
  • He wanted to see you again, he didn’t even need to talk to you, just… see how you were doing. And he got a little concerned about your safety working on a filthy place like that, but the place shut down a couple of days later as you predicted and he never saw you again.
  • Until you ended up on the Messenger and he immediately recognized you, his heart skipped a beat and he knew he had to protect you, because yes, you were smart, but yet very reckless.
  •  And you tried your best not to cross that line with him again, but… we know you failed.


  • He was looking for the perfect target to proceed with the plan to destroy the RFA, it was a long hunt that night, but nobody met his expectations.
  • So he ended up at this pub, really frustrated, he sat at the balcony and you promptly went to him.
  • You poured his order and let a glass of water aside, explaining it was a very strong drink, so he better be careful and drink that water right after.
  • “Why do you even care?” He thought.
  • You went to attend another customer, and he saw the guy was drunk and trying to touch you, he even cat called you. You were very uncomfortable, but didn’t react.
  • When the guy tried to touch your boobs, Unknown lost it! He got up and went to the guy, he had a very threatening look, which shocked you, because he looked so calm and quiet.
  • He grabbed on the guy’s shirt and was about to punch him, but you stopped him.
  • “Please, it was nothing… I’m fine.”
  •  “No, you’re not! He was trying to touch you, why would you let him treat you like that?”
  • “I don’t want any trouble, please, let him go!” He looked at you, the pleading in your eyes hipnotized him for a little time, time enough for the guy to react and punch him instead, he felt confused and now even angrier.
  • “Okay, that’s it! I’m calling the police on both of you!” the guy ran away, scared. He was about to run too, but you grabbed his arm. “You’re bleeding”
  • “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” He wiped the blood of his mouth, but it kept on bleeding.
  • “No, you’re not! Here… sit here, I’m gonna get the first-aid kit, but you have to promise me you’ll go to a hospital later, ok? I’d go with you, but I can’t leave the work”
  • “Why would you go with me? You don’t even know me!”
  • “You don’t know me either, but yet you stepped up for me, right? It’s the least I could do. But… since I can’t, let me at least clean this for you” You took a gauze and wiped the wound on his upper lip. He was shivering with your touch and with the little distance between you two.
  •  “Why didn’t you let me hit him?”
  • “You two are customers, I can’t let two people getting hurt because of me.”
  • “Why do you even care about drunk assholes?”
  • “Well, it doesn’t really matter if he’s a drunk asshole. Nobody should get hurt if we can solve this in a different way, right? Would you let me fight for you over a silly thing like that?”
  • “You would probably lose, anyways. Ouch!” You pressed his mouth a little too hard. “Oops, sorry… my bad.” You said with a smirk, and he noticed you did on purpose, what an interesting girl…
  •  “Ok, you’re good to go, at least till you get to a hospital. Thank you for your help! Oh… and your drink is on me, sorry for the trouble.”
  • “Don’t be ridiculous!” he paid much more than the real price of the drink and what would be considered  a reasonable tip. What a weirdo…
  •  He never went to a hospital. Instead, he followed you to your house and managed to hack into your phone.
  •  You were the perfect bait!  Cute, caring, naive and took responsabilities easily,it will be great to have you in Paradise by his side when that time comes!
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The piercing ring of a cell phone made Nico sit up in bed so fast he felt dizzy. He groaned as the sunlight filtered through his French windows and staggered over to shut the curtains, making his room dark again. He stumbled around, his head throbbing as he searched for his phone.

The screen was bright, and he winced, but Nico answered and grumbled a tired, “Hello?”

“Are you sober now?” came Will’s crisp, angry voice.

Nico fell back into his bed, shutting his eyes. “Yes, I think so,” he answered.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “So, how many people did you make out with last night?”

The first thing that came to mind was to shout, “None!” But then he realized he barely remembered what happened. But it hadn’t been very good the entire time. He remembered the alcohol hitting him hard, he remembered panicking, he remembered stumbling. He had no idea who had made him panic or how he got home, or what time he’d gotten home.

“I didn’t kiss anyone,” he finally answered. “Thanks for thinking that of me.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t turn this on me. I know you! I know how you get when you’re drunk!” Nico winced as he shouted and groaned into a pillow. “Are you even fucking awake?”

“Stop screaming at me!” he shouted back, despite his headache.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did your excursion last night leave you fucked up and confused? Then maybe you should stop getting so drunk any time you get the chance!”

“Oh my God, Will! I’m sorry that I don’t have a fucking stick up my ass that keeps me from having fun sometimes, okay? Yeah I drank, so fucking what? I’m a teenager, I want to have fun! It was fucking New Year’s- everyone gets drunk!”

There was a long pause on the phone, but Will hadn’t hung up. “You’re unbelievable,” he whispered so softly Nico barely heard him. His breaths hollowed and a heavy feeling settled in his chest. “No, I don’t need alcohol to have a decent time, Nico. I thought maybe you didn’t anymore either. But I was wrong. Feel better.”

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So I got drunk for the first time last night (and I mean drunk) and I now currently feel all sorts of ew. If I’m silent for today, just know that it’s only temporary because I’m dead. Hopefully tomorrow I will be all better and return (unlike freaking Arthur, but we’re not going to go into that).

I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket

Pairing: Jake X Female MC

Fandom: Endless Summer

Summary: Continuation of my one shot Apocalyptic, takes place just after Jake reads MC’s note about her leaving. Goes with the lyrics for I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket by Pierce The Veil.

Word Count: 1, 944


Jake’s hands curled into fists, crumbling up the note. He threw it across the room. Rage built up inside him. He grabbed a chair and threw it into the wall with such force that a few pieces splintered and broke off. He picked up various items in the room, throwing them and breaking them. Letting out a triumphant yell, he hurdled another chair into the big window, shattering it.

He kicked and punched holes into walls. The rage only continued to build inside him. He walked out of the room, slamming the door shut. She was NOT staying with those fuckers. Not if he could help it. He ran down the stairs into the lobby. Nobody had seen him yet. He walked out of the hotel only to hear a voice yelling behind him.

“Flyboy, we made a promise to her and we intend to keep it.”

“Don’t fucking touch me, Steve Rodgers. I’m going after her and bringing her back before she makes it to them.” Jake growled.

“Don’t make us do this, man.” Sean said softly.

“Go boss someone else around.” Jake said, about to go through the fence to search for his girl. Before he could arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back. He fought back, eventually getting out of the person’s grip only to find it was Craig. Craig, Estela, and Sean blocked his path now. “Get the fuck out of my way.” He growled.

“No, Jake.” Estela said. Jake reacted quickly. He kicked Sean back, only making him stumble a bit. He went to punch Craig, but Estela swept his legs out from under him and he fell to the ground on his ass.

“You’re all just gonna fucking let her do this? Go on that suicide mission?” He asked the three. He understood Sean wanting that; hell, he was probably the one who told her to go.

“C’mon, Jake, like I said yesterday: you’re the one that said she calls her own plays.” Sean said softly.

“But was this really her own call? Or did you convince her it’s what she should do?” Jake growled. He stepped up so he was nose to nose with the quarterback.

“Jake, it was her call, man.” Craig said.

“That’s bullshit!” Jake yelled. He couldn’t believe that. He wouldn’t believe that. She would never do this.

“Jake, I need you to listen to me.” A voice spoke behind the pilot. He turned to find Diego. Diego looked worse than how Jake felt. He looked so broken and devastated.

“Don’t you join in on this.” Jake growled, holding back tears. If Diego said it was her choice, then it was her choice. Diego was her best friend. Out of anyone, he would be the one to know why or what she chose.

“Come with me, Jake. Let’s talk.” Diego whispered his voice breaking. Without making sure the pilot was following, he walked off. Jake’s legs carried him after the younger man. He was lead to the bar by the pool. “Have a drink. It’ll probably help.” Diego said dryly, pouring himself a shot of Crown Royale. He forced a smile to the pilot as Jake poured himself a glass of whiskey. Jake quickly downed three drinks of the whiskey before turning to Diego.

“Don’t tell me she chose it.” Jake pleaded.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Jake. She talked to me about it first. I tried my hardest to talk her out of it…but she wanted to do what was best for the group. This is what she thought was the best. Diego said softly, yet there was a numbness to his voice.

“Why aren’t you mad?” Jake asked.

“’Cause there’s no controlling that girl. There’s no changing her mind. She wanted to do this. There was nothing you or I could say or do to stop it.” Diego whispered as a single tear slid down his cheek.

“So she just said she was leaving us and you didn’t do this?” Jake asked, standing up. He wasn’t mad at Diego. He was mad that she didn’t at least talk to him personally about it, but she talked to everyone else. He walked away, the anger spiking in him once more. He took the elevator and went to his room, smashing everything he could.

“Choke, tried to wash you down with something strong. Dry but the taste of blood remains. Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars. My, how they start to look the same.”

He searched and found the strongest liquor he could find. Nursing most of the bottle, he went down to the pool and lay in the hammock, the bottle by his side. He tried to forget her; forget how she smelled, how she looked, how she was, how she tasted. He just wanted to forget everything about her; drift off and wake up back in Costa Rica. He wanted everything that happened to be some realistic, fucked up nightmare he could wake up from.

It was late now and he saw a few falling stars. He wished he could see her again. He felt tears prickling at his eyes, but he didn’t want to cry. He bit back the tears and went back to his room, locking himself inside. He wanted so bad to fall into bed and pull her into his arms, but he doesn’t get to do that anymore. Instead, he got in bed and shivered at the cold of it. After tossing and turning for a few hours, he went back to the hammock. Once there he fell to sleep almost instantly.

“No, no more eyes to see the sun, you slide into bed while I get drunk. Slow conversations with a gun mean more than I’ve ever said to anyone.”

A few weeks had passed and they still hadn’t heard anything from MC. Jake felt like he was losing his mind once again. This is what happens when you get close to someone, he remembered. His mind went back to war days with Mike. Days before they found out about Lundgren’s traitorous ways.
He remembered the times that Lundgren would bully others. When he would capture what he said was the enemy and just torture them, holding a gun to their head. Jake could remember how easily the, supposed, enemies would share what they knew when their life was on the line. No actual soldier would give in. He remembered all his time spent behind enemy lines after losing Mike, trying to get back and confront Lundgren.

Suddenly his memories switched to nights that MC would specifically go to bed early. He could always picture her going to bed alone while he continued to drink. That was before their first night together. He always felt bad imagining her going to sleep alone.

He pulled out o the memories and realized it was night and he was on the roof. For some time he had been sleeping all day and staying up drinking all night. He didn’t want to be around her classmates. All those college kids looked at him with pity. He didn’t need their pity.

“So keep in happiness and torture me while I tell you ‘let’s go in style.’ A million hooks around a million ways to die. Darling, let’s go inside. It’ll be alright.”

He thought back to conversations with MC. They used to talk about what they wanted in life. They talked about everything it seemed. He told her how he imagined having a normal life again, maybe get married, have a kid or two, but he knew that couldn’t happen. He told her about all the times he almost died during war.

He remembered her saying her saying that there were so many ways they could die in life. He knew she loved him the minute she told him that she was glad he hadn’t died all the times he could have. Most of those conversations would be while they were cuddling in the hammock at night. After talking for so long and finally feeling tired, he would always suggest they go inside. She would always smile and say she liked it outside, but would follow him inside.

“But last night you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables, almost fought some bitch at the club, got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes. Well, fuck, what am I supposed to be, impressed? You’re just another set of bones to lay to rest, I guess it’s time I’ll say goodnight. Hope you had a really good time, good time.”

The thoughts turned into a memory of one of their last nights together. He tried to fight the memory back. That didn’t work out too well.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” She asked him with a small smile. He chuckled and looked over at her.

“You mean crazier than being on the run? And crazier that my war stories I’ve told you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Princess, my whole life is filled with crazy experiences.”

“Right. Sorry.” She giggled, softly placing her head on his bare chest. His hand slowly moved to her hair, running his fingers through it slowly.

“What’s your craziest story? Anything to match up to mine?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Well…there was this one time I was really drunk.” She whispered.

“Oh, this I gotta hear.” He chuckled.

“Well, um, this one time Diego and I decided to take a quick and random trip to Palm Springs during…I think it was summer break.” She said, thinking hard for what to say. “I honestly don’t remember anything that happened. I just know what Diego told me the next day. We were illegally drinking and I guess I drank more than anyone thought I did because I was legitimately hammered. It was bad.”

She giggled before continuing with her story.

“I guess I decided it would be a great idea to dance on some tables. Then I almost fought some bitch for saying something rude to Diego. Diego and I ended up having to go home because I got us kicked out of our hotel. I also lost my shoes somewhere that night. Those were my favorite shoes too. I guess I was being super loud and rambunctious and that’s why we were kicked out of the hotel.”

“Damn, Princess.” He said with a chuckle. As he chuckled, her head bounced a bit as it laid on his chest.

“Apparently we ran into the bitch again from the club or whatever. She was sayin that I was throwing my life away. She thought I was an alcoholic, when in reality I just didn’t have a high tolerance to alcohol, she also said that I was just another set of bones to bury if I didn’t stop drinking. I tried to fight her again, but Diego said goodnight and forced me into the car.” MC explained.

“So you’re feisty, eh?” He asked with a laugh.

“I guess you could say that.” She said with a smile. She turned and softly kissed his lips.

He shook away the memory. That was a good night, but now it just made his heart ache. She was gone and there was nothing he could do to change that.

“And I will soon forget the color of your eyes and you’ll forget mine.”

He nursed a bottle and stared out into the forest. He hoped a day would come when he forgot about her. When he forgot how they bonded, how the ocean made her eyes shine brighter. He wanted to forget her mannerisms. Maybe then he would be able to sleep peacefully at night again.

Fictober: In Flagrante Parento

A little something I thought of at three a.m. … afternoon delight at the unremarkable house, a few years ago.  

“No, it wasn’t gross and disgusting! It was … um, it was beautiful,” she hears him say as she pads back to the living room, now in her slippers with a thick robe on over … nothing else.

“And natural,” she adds, tightening her sash and going to take a seat on the wing chair opposite the couch where they sit.

“Oh, god, you guys,” William moans, head in his hands, ears — the only part of his face visible from that posture — so red they might be in danger of actually catching fire. “Please, please stop talking.”

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