#guess who did 2 lines of coke

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

An idea that  @spectrum-spectre had inspired a scene in the dark pits of my mind.  Soulmate  AU’s in which people see color at the sight of their soulmate. The rules aren’t specific on whether that is only true if the meeting is in person, or if looking at photographs or videos brings on the same effect.  Soulmates AU Part 2 ---------------------------- Steve returns from the kitchen holding a large bowl of popcorn and two cans of coke from the fridge. Dustin’s been staying with him for a while, and as usual their afternoon consisted of watching television until their bodies screamed for sleep.  This particular afternoon Steve let Dustin choose what they’d watch. Dustin was usually left to make the choice simply because Steve wanted him to be comfortable, but it wasn’t something they mentioned. He’d so far been enjoying Dustin’s pick, the MTV music awards. There had been several artist that Steve adored. Tears for Fears. Madonna.  Dustin however was watching for Corroded Coffin, his newest favorite band that he listened to seemingly nonstop these days. The kid was obsessed, but again Steve didn’t complain because his home was Dustin’s home if he accepted it. It was nice to have someone around to liven up the overwhelming emptiness of the Harrington estate.  Steve set the popcorn down on the coffee table, dropping down next to Dustin on the couch, when his eyes came up to see the television screen color burst from the center of his gaze flooding out to adjust his vision until everything settled and grey was changed with vivid colors he’d only heard about in books.  His soulmate... the only issue was the angle of the camera was showing dozen’s of faces. He’d never be able to tell which one of them sparked the change. It was the whole point of it, making finding soulmates easier. Of course Steve would find a way to fuck his up.... he’d never find them. That show was several states away, the likelyhood of ending up in a room with one of them was nearly impossible. Even if he did, now he wouldn’t have a way to tell him who it was.  “ I think I am going to go to bed..” Steve hums.  “ Bed? Steve it’s eight thirty? “  “ Yeah... Work was just a lot today and I guess it’s just hitting me how tired I am” Steve explained.  Dustin didn’t seem to buy it, but he didn’t argue.  “ Okay.. Goodnight man. “  “ Night”  Steve cried his eyes out that night... over someone he didn’t even know.  ----------- “ thanks for driving me Steve.. I can’t believe they are coming Chicago on a day I can actually attend the convention. “ Dustin stood next to him in the line to get in to meet one of the guy’s from Corroded Coffin.. Steve planned on leaving the line before Dustin went behind the curtain, but he didn’t feel like being alone in here. Everyone seemed chill.. He was just feeling overwhelmed.  “ No problem Dustin.”  Slowly the line progressed foward, Steve eventually dropping out to go stand at the edge of the booth to wait. Letting himself get distracted by the excitement of those leaving the booth. Smiling at them as they ran out with their autographed pictures. He caught sight of Eddie.. or at least that’s who he assumed it was with the sign. The guy was pretty. His smile was bright and filled his face, dimples standing out to soften the rest of the edge his clothing might lead you to think he had.  When he heard Dustin’s voice Steve could only smile at the pure joy and excitement of the kid meeting one of his favorite people. He couldn’t remember hearing him so happy about anything other than when he’d finished building his Cerebro last summer.  The curtain opened, Steve’s eyes met Eddie’s for the first time that day as the man was telling Dustin goodbye.  They didn’t make it far from the booth before he heard someone calling Dustin’s name.. them both turning around to find Eddie running toward them.  “ Sorry I didn’t know your name...” Eddie apologized, taking Steve’s hands in his own. A small crowd forming around them with people muttering how Steve was living everyone's dream right now.  “ Steve? Is everything okay man? “ Steve questioned, Eddie’s face falling as he noticed the utter confusion written over Steve’s features.  “ you didn’t see it” Eddie questioned. “ See what?  “ The color? You didn’t. Oh shit. “  “ The color?..” Steve started, his eyes looking off in thought “ Oh... it was you. On the tv.. I must have seen you. “  “ TV? “  “ The MTV Awards...”  “ Steve that was nearly a year ago... you’ve had color for? “  “ Nearly a year yeah...”  “ Oh shit..” Eddie thought allowed, processing that the confusion was because Steve had been seeing color the whole time. “ Can I take you out sometime? You know if you want. I don’t know if you do this whole thing, but I think it would be pretty cool”  “ Eddie”  “ Yeah”  “ I’d love to go out with you sometime”  “ Great” Eddie cheered, a small smile pulling at his lips, offering his sharpie over to Steve. “ just write your number on my arm”  Eddie tugged his sleeve up to give Steve space in a place that could be hidden on his arm. Both of them smiling like fools the entire time.  “ You should get back to your fans.. “  “ Yeah.. I will call you tonight. “  “ I can’t wait” 

#steddie #bisexual steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #headcannon #soulmates #stranger things

[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 8

Well this was a whole-ass SITUATION. I'm still processing, but another outstanding ep. The twin scents of audacity and desperation hung over this episode. Sand tries and fails to have any kind of backbone with Ray. Boston sits in purgatory and decides nope, hell it is. Cheum learns more valuable lessons about perhaps minding her own business. Nick might be moving on to Zaddy!Papang. Mew spirals. Yo and Plug break up. And Top...maybe set Ray up to get arrested so he could look like a hero? Everybody had the goddamn audacity this episode. Y'all went up for Mew's crazy eyes last week, let's see where the gworls are landing for me this week.

⭐1. Atom

People with self-confidence like you are very charming to me.

OH SIR! Talk about coming in hot! Atom's in an experimental mood and looking for somebody to blow his back out, so of course he thinks of Boston, and he's putting out whatever sauce he can muster to entice him. I gotta say, this is a wrinkle I ABSOLUTELY did not see coming but the mess is MESSING and I'm fully on board. Cheum is gonna LOSE IT.

🔺2. Boston (3)

Alright. I’m a social leper.

Well he didn't do a lot this week but boy did he make it count: his bitchface at Nick, who it seems he might have really started to care about; poking at Top's soft spots; telling Cheum maybe she should mind her own business; and just talkin' gay shit with Atom who is VERY into gay shit right now it would seem...every second Boston was onscreen was a second of perfection. ESPECIALLY the second when he decides to make yet another terrible decision and take Atom home and maybe give him what he's been sniffing around asking for. I mean, has learned not ONE goddamn thing and I LOVE that about him.

🔻3. Mew (2)

You take no space in my mind at all.

I haven't seen a classic post-breakup slut spiral this well executed in FOREVER. When Mew did the line of coke I gasped, and when he shoved his tongue down Ray's throat right in Top's face I SCREAMED. Oh honey, you're SUCH a cliché and I love you for it. Mew does not feel an ounce of anything resembling love or attraction for Ray, and he knows it, and he also knows the thought of him and Ray will keep Top up at night, so cigs, booze, yeyo and tonsil hockey it is.

⭐4. Daddy Dan

If you have a friend who likes old people, introduce us.

Papang has arrived, and he's playing the kind of guy who asks college students he's hiring to hook him up with their friends so...that's all present and correct. They love to cast Papang as charming but also slightly seedy and creepy and I'm very into it. Also, in my country there is a strip club/brothel called Dad's Dan so I cackled for a solid 5 minutes at the previews.

⭐5. Freddie Mercury The Second

I want no business with someone else’s boyfriend.

The only person this episode to exhibit even an ounce of self-respect. I salute you sir.

🔻6. Nick (4)

What should I do to earn your forgiveness?

Nick's licking his wounds and trying to get back in the game with Boston, but Nick having never met a boundary he couldn't trample has pretty much sealed that deal for now. As Sand pointed out to him: what was he even doing at that party, other than making a fool of himself?

🔻7. Top (6)

Are you really picking Ray?

Ok so Top's the one who called the cops right? Because they knew exactly who and what they were looking for, and his #1 priority was getting Mew out of Ray's orbit and back into his. Top's beggin' tour wasn't working on anybody except Cheum (who...girl. GIRL!), but he still managed to end the night in bed with Mew, so I guess he'll count that as a win?

🔹8. Cheum (8)

They're all selfish. They don't care about me.

GIRL. Your girlfriend keeps telling you to LEAVE THESE BOYS ALONE AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. Now you crying on the couch and don't nobody care except your girlfriend, WHO TOLD YOU. All them boys one by one just telling her to get out of their faces...GIRL YOU ARE A LESBIAN YOU ARE ABOVE BOYS MAKING YOU CRY.

🔻9. April (7)

I know you’re worried about Mew. But he’s a grown man. He can take care of his life.

Girl aren't you tired? That woman don't never listen to you and now instead of having a good time you're feeling her snot seep into your chest through your (slay) outfit and thinking about how you're not getting any sex tonight either. SHE DOESN'T EVEN APPRECIATE YOUR ART.

🔻10. Plug/Yo (5)

There were many people I gave all my heart to. I gave them everything I got. There were many people I gave my room key to. They all returned it to me in the end. I don't want you to raise my expectations. And then you leave me too.

Oof, poor baby Plug. He just wants to live that househusband life but Yo been THRU it and ain't interested in going thru it again. I was surprisingly affected by Mom breaking up with Cool Stepdad, given how little screentime they've had, but Jennie's just that good.

🔻11. Sand (5)

Friends? You and I have never been friends from the get-go.

What more can I say about this loser? He's so embarrassing I can hardly look at him. Ray does not give a good goddamn about him, he uses him as a plaything, a servant or a punching bag as it suits him, and instead of throwing rocks at his ass and telling him to GTFO, he FIGHTS THE DAMN COPS who are trying to take him away. It's almost fascinating, watching this bullshit: every time I think this is surely Sand's rock bottom, he goes lower. We've got 4 episodes left but I'm calling it now: Sand is the most pathetic character on this show.

🔻12. Ray (1)

Let's hire a DJ instead this time. I don't want a band anymore.

OH MY GOD FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE. Does Thailand do 5150s? Because Ray needs to be committed as a danger to himself and others. He got everything he wanted and IT'S NOT ENOUGH, just as we all (I hope) knew it wouldn't be. And then on top of that Mew refuses his kiss in private but lays one on him in Top's face and it's like he just lost it. That ugly scene, breaking up Sand's encounter with Freddie II (shades of him doing the same with Sand's date earlier in the season), claiming ownership of him (told y'all) forcing a kiss on him because Sand's his property right? Ray was downright nasty this week, and not in an enjoyable way.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

[whltlock]

“please look at me.” “is he really just a friend?” part 2 stripper reader lets gooo

Sex Worker!Reader/Jason Masterlist

A/N: this is probably not what you imagined for this prompt but it is what it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

C/W: reader is strangled

All at once, you’re unceremoniously shoved into Tomas’ office. His guards bolt the door behind you and stand tall on the other side, casting shadows through the obscured glass. It promptly incites fear in you.

You try to right yourself as you look at your boss. It’s hard to maintain eye contact with someone who radiates violence—whose face sports a scowl no matter his temperament. You slink into quietude, feeling utterly exposed in your threadbare costume.

His lips smack as he twirls around on the chair. His eyes don’t land on you immediately; instead, he starts the performance by letting them float over the room first.

He calls you by your stage name, the one he gave you himself, effectively erasing your previous identity. “Do you know why I asked you here?”

You try not to swallow visibly. “No.” Hoping to maintain your cool, you offer, “Would you like to preview my set for tonight?”

Tomas’ tongue clicks. “Not now,” he says. He stands then, and you have to hold in a flinch. “I want to discuss a customer.”

“Who?” comes your soft response, even though you already know. You try to reign in the new wave of fear that threatens to flood your nervous system. Upsetting Tomas rarely ends well.

He rounds the table slowly, prowling closer. “A certain vigilante seems to have taken a liking to you,” is all he says.

“I guess so,” you murmur.

He continues on as if you’ve said nothing, “He rarely wants a dance. Only to talk.”

Cautiously, you nod. “He’s lonely,” you say. It might be true, but you’re the lonelier one.

His gaze flicks to yours, a predatory glint to it. Your heart drops as you realise you’ve stumbled into dangerous territory.

“Is he?” You don’t answer as he stalks towards you. “Does he think you’re friends?” His words are gruff and lined with ill-intent.

“Of course not,” you manage.

You don’t fight when Tomas grabs your throat. His fingers dig into skin harshly.

“Are you friends?” he taunts, wanting to pull a reaction from you, wanting the thrill of smothering your hope.

“No—”

“Is he planning to save his damsel in distress?”

“N—o—!” you try to argue, although his hand tightens around your neck, cutting off your ability to talk.

“You owe me a debt,” he reminds you. “Did you forget I saved you?”

You choke on your next, “No.”

Darkly, he says, “You know what happens to those who don’t repay me.”

You nod vigorously as if it’ll shake your vision free of the spots.

It’s abrupt when he lets go. “Good,” he says smoothly like he didn’t just strangle you. Tomas walks back to his desk. “Keep the money coming and you’ll be in the black soon enough.”

It’s a lie. No one leaves unless it’s with a bullet in their back or between their eyes.

But you give a gracious farewell as you scurry out.

A helmet-less Red Hood slumps into the worn out couch beside you. You don’t turn to look, too emotionally exhausted to move in the slightest. You haven’t even touched the stash of coke that’s downstairs. It couldn’t fix what had settled in your bones anyway.

Silence sits between you as you simply bask in the crisp air and the pitiful view. Out here on the rooftop—and only late at night—is the only reprieve you have access to. In the brighter afternoons, it’s home to the other girls as they ready themselves for the work that awaits them in the dark.

With a sigh, your head tips backwards.

Jason spots the fresh bruises quickly. Quietly, he asks, “What happened?”

You eye him casually. “You hang around too much, apparently.”

He frowns at that. He would’ve thought the money he oh so charitably donates would get him a pass. “You want me to come ‘round less?”

“No,” you rush, fearing desolation; that it would snap the last thread within you. “Tomas will find another reason to punish me for the lost revenue.”

He doesn’t feel better. Vengeance simmers in his veins.

Instead, he lets his knee fall against yours so you know he’s there to lend an ear if nothing else.

“Where would you be,” you begin, “if you didn’t feel a sense of duty to the city?”

Jason glances at you as he considers it. “I’ve never known anything else.”

You elbow him. “Use that brain of yours.”

His mouth twists wryly. “I don’t know. Somewhere that sees the sun more than once a month?”

You hum in agreement. “That would be nice.”

It’s a few more minutes before he speaks again. “Do you have a plan? For… after?”

“No.”

He scratches his jaw as he takes a long look at the city. “Maybe one day we’ll find that place,” Jason says in a hushed tone, still stewing.

You shoot him a soft smile. Maybe the thread cords itself a little tighter, enough to hold on another day. “I hope we do.”

#batfam #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dc imagine #wayne family adventures #fic* #jtdrabble* #jasonstripperau

[samtrapani]

Do you think ilyena and dimitri got along? Were they friends? What about anna and dimitri ? Does mikhail even love his wife? I just love when you talk about these mfs 🥰🥰

firstly aaa thank you for enjoying the ramblings abt the faustins and dimitri bc i just. love their dynamic so much !!

secondly, well. i like to think ilyena and dimitri get along (considering i'm pretty sure she calls him 'dima', suggesting they are close friends, at least). dimitri is pretty much the only other person who remembers the old mikhail, the mikhail who laughed and talked about the bright future the three of them would have, once they got their shit together. i like to think that even after being in prison, mikhail still wasn't that far gone, sure maybe he smiled a bit less, but he still was gentle in a way with ilyena. dimitri and ilyena, sitting around, talking about the old days. a picture of the three of them somewhere in their house, in a shoebox buried under a pile of bad memories, forgotten.

honestly, i don't think ilyena would've even guessed dimitri would betray them. because they would've been close. he's mikhail's best friend, he probably made sure all their affairs (day-to-day) are in some sort of order. how could someone who has done so much for them just. kick their house of cards down?

and anna, misguided and rebellious anna... she definitely thought of dimitri as an uncle, i mean, he's always with her father, always around the house. driving her to piano recitals and ballet lessons as a child when mikhail was too busy, telling her to stay away from drugs and boys with nasty grins. somewhere along the lines, she grew up, understood what the people around her did, and got lost trying to find herself. i think the anna we see in-game would call dimitri a hypocrite and condemn him to be just as bad as her father, but baby anna would've thought the world of him (and that makes me sad)

lastly, well. mikhail loves his wife. or maybe loved. i.... he's so just. fraught with anger and perpetually coked up. he's losing touch. i know all we see him do in-game is scream at ilyena, and ilyena blames herself for how he turned out, but 1) she isn't at fault at all and idk. she... it's... kind of a domestic abuse thing to be like 'oh yeah it's my fault' and i'm not saying mikhail is a nice person or he treats ilyena well during the course of the game. 2) she mentions how he used to be a better person. it's... it's a tricky question. he loved her. he loves her, now, still, in his own drug-addled way, through the haze he's constantly in. i'm not going to pretend he isn't like. flirting w girls and banging chicks on the side. he says he's done everything to get them all to liberty city with a nice house and a nice life (supposedly). the love he had for ilyena is no longer the same as when they first met and fell in love and got married. everything curdled and soured with time and due to his own habits. he loves her in a way that's just soured with hate, but i think sometimes, sometimes, when he's sober enough, when there's a delicate break in the screaming, there's something in his face and manners where it's almost. as it was before. (ilyena still loves him. i... believe she thought he would come back from the brink some day, but, well, we all know how that turned out.)

#gta iv #ilyena faustin #anna faustin #dimitri rascalov #mikhail faustin #myon94 #answered #this is kind of long but that's bc i like them a lot HFJKDSHFKD

[vgucciking]

Baseball Game

2 chapter “The Local Dead Kids”

The sound of people chatting, cars parking, and food stands getting their foods ready to sell. Caught my attention "we're here" I murmur, linking my arm with JJ's. Not wanting to get lost in this chaos.

"Should we get some drinks, and maybe whatever food they sell here?" He asked while walking us through the crowd "Yea might as well" we made our way to a food stand, and waited in line as it was quite busy.

I could only get a glimpse of the pitch, as the food and drinks sold behind the bench's. I saw both teams warming up for the game, stretching, practicing their throwing, catching and batting skills.

"What can I get you two?" A guy who looked no older than 26 asked. JJ scanned the menu, and decided to get us two packs of chips and a hotdog, with a side of coke. "Is that all for you guys today?" We both said yes and paid for the food and drinks. "We need tickets."

JJ looked at me weirdly "since when did we start paying for tickets?" Laughing I slapped his arm "so. I guess we going for free?" My eyebrow was raised "Hell yeah!" Was all he said before dragging me into the rows of chairs.

We had managed to get past the security...teachers to be specific. Making our way up the rows of seat, we found two near these girls, who looked our age. Sitting down I made myself comfortable.

Me and JJ just chatted for the remaining minutes. I then saw that both teams made their positions on the pitch. The game was about to start. This boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and pale white skin, got ready to throw the ball, the cap pushing his fringe a little to the side more.

The batter had black hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. His eyes were slender as he was Asian. The brown haired boy threw the ball, with the black haired missing it. "Strike 1!" The thrower did quick glance in our direction.

He definitely wasn't glancing at us though. He threw again "Strike 2!" People started cheering more louder. The batter looked frustrated with himself, and took a deep breath.

Again the brown haired boy had looked this way, this time I followed his gaze. At the very bottom of the on going rows of seats, stood a group of girls. But what made it obvious with who he was staring at, was because the girls teased the one with a blue ribbon in her hair. She had brown hair, I think hazel eyes? And fare skin. She looked basic. But a good basic.

One where you don't need makeup to look good and flawless. I can see why he was staring at her. Just then when he threw the third time, the other boy had finally hit the ball, sending it way over the fence.

As he ran around, he pulled his hat down slight and winked at the thrower. "HOME RUN!" Everyone started cheering, so we went along with it too. I seen that brown head boy looking a bit upset, after he saw that girl leave. "MAN! That was pretty fun to watch!" JJ cheered, slinking an arm around my shoulder. Tugging me down the stairs as we walked out the exit.

"Hey Finney!" Me and JJ heard, we turned around and saw the two guys "Oh Bruce, hi" Finney said in a hushed tone "Your arms mint mate! I'll see you tomorrow with the boys!" Bruce said skipping past Finney, giving him one last wave before disappearing.

Finney just stared at the boy, who had just complimented him. Sure he saved Bruce and the three others, but they all act like they've known each other for years. That doesn't mean he doesn't wanna be friends with him, he loves hanging out with the group. It's what brought them close.

"Y/n?" "Huh?! Sorry! Just watching the scene that was in front of me" I confessed blatantly. "Well I was saying how we should be heading home now" he gave me a knowing look that I understood all too well.

Finneys pov

"Y/n?!" I heard from in front of me. I turned to see a girl and boy talking. I'm guessing the girl being y/n? That's the same girl I saw in the stadium. I noticed her after the third throw. While she was staring at Bruce and cheering for him, I had seen her, when I was staring at Donna.

Seeing her somehow made me feel something. But I had quickly shaken the feelings off.

"We should get home" the boy said, are they siblings? "FINNEY! You did GREAT!" My sister Gwen yelled. She hugged my side and then let go. "You nearly had him!" I smiled at her softly, I loved Gwen. She was always supportive and kind. Not to mention funny with her words.

Taking one last glance at the y/n, me and Gwen walked the opposite way from them.

Y/n's pov

"That Bruce kid hit the ball all the way over the fence!" JJ gushed like a fan boy. Mom laughed while cutting into her steak "And you, y/n?" JJ's dad (rob) asked "Uhh I was impressed with both. Finney had good throwing skills, that he made Bruce get two strikes. And same with what JJ said, he was great at batting!" I complimented, stuffing my mouth with some broccoli.

"Well I'm glad you two had fun, because tomorrows Monday" confused, I asked "why? What's tomorrow?" Mom facepalmed and chuckled "you have school." My smile immediately dropped.

School!? As in Having to wake up at 7:00am every morning, and needing to be at school by 8!? Not to mention, NEW KID! So, needing a locker, finding that locker, and the. Looking for class, and then going into that classroom!? Making friends?! NEW FRIENDS!? Type of SCHOOL!?

"But I don't wanna go!" JJ whined, I shook my head in agreement. Practically giving them pleading eyes. "Well we don't care. You're going" mom said, she doesn't understand. They all don't except for me and JJ! School now a days go by popular, normal, or grease type of people. You HAVE to be one of them. And before we moved here, we were at the bottom. Pogue A.K.A grease.

Even after us whining and throwing a fit for the remainder of dinner, they still wouldn't let us stay home.

"This is so unfair" I said to JJ, he huffed. Patting his back I said "I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" He grumbled but nodded his head with a sigh. "Bye" he said before leaving our house and going to his, which was across the street from mine.

Walking up the stairs and Into my room, I grabbed some pjs and headed into the bathroom. After taking a shower I threw the singlet and shorts on, jumping into bed I prayed to GOD. "Please, please, PLEASE let me go unnoticed by everyone tomorrow!" Turning to my side, I went into a sleep slumber.

Only God knows what's gonna happen tomorrow, I just hope nothing goes bad.

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Chapter 3

#jj maybank #x reader #the grabber #the black phone #griffin stagg #bruce yamada #vance hopper #fanfic #fanfiction #finney blake #billy showalter #robin arellano #gwen blake

[nellynee]

Trollstopia Blindblogging: episode 6b - Cloud Control

EW. Ok so I am so wishy washy about this one. On the one hand it had a few really good moments, like 2. Like holy shit Lownote Jones got legit mad the VA really let loose there. And the actual composition of the song is pretty good

But it’s a Cloud Guy episode. through and through. watch at your own risk depending on your tolerance. Though we finally have a whole group of Trolls around Branch who can relate to him on this. 1/5 for the terribly incompetent message. I knew the status quo couldn’t be upset but holy shit. 

Inhale. Exhale. Ok, so. I’ve never been Cloud Guy’s biggest fan. In theory he could be very funny. A foil to Branch who’s style of harassment is affectionate and forces people outside their comfort zones in a slightly negative but beneficial way? I could really dig it. I’m kind of a Troll myself. I love picking on people. Within Reason. But everyone should be enjoying themselves, and you should know when to stop. And even then you don’t have to have him as a positive character. But the cartoons treat Branch so poorly, that plots that should look like good natured ribbing to the local grump (like idk, teasing him into chasing you only to lead him where he and his friend wanted to go all along, ala the first movie, where he was funny) it looks a lot like straight up harassment. Like bullying. Cloud Guy walks a very fine line with me from funny to absolutely uncomfortably intolerable so..... not thrilled with the implications of a Cloud episode.

 Aaaaaaaaand we open on Branch oh no. Like I legit am dreading this. 10 Minutes straight of Branch having a bad time yaaaaaaaaay 

Annoy-iversary... He straight up called it Harrasment. jesus christ

suddenly vibrating ok but real talk about that Disco Ball real quick I have so much theory about the old Disco Tribe ask me about it some time cause it’s a lot to blather on about but like between the Disco theme of the Bergens, the old Pop map having Disco on it and Branch commenting that Disco is gone when Prince D calls out their old map... I’ve been wondering if Pop wasn’t the first tribe the Bergens focused on, and if it took them wiping out the Disco Trolls to second guess and start keeping the Trolls they got ahold of to preserve them?

But also like... Pop Village is a new settlement. It was established after Poppy’s birth. Why would there be archeological remnant near there? Lagoona should be looking around the Troll Tree....

Bitch you leave Lagoona alone!

Ok, ok. Some of these I get. Cloud guy’s MO is forcing Trolls that don’t vibe with him to engage emotionally. Lagoona makes sense. We haven’t seen much of her but we saw them interact. Even if she was willing to play along at some point once he pulled on prank and she stopped engaging she became a permanent target. Dante too. Haven’t seen a lot of him but I would expect more than a few of the prim and proper Classical are on Cloud Guy’s radar. But Cloud guy does get along with people who roll with it. It’s really apparent with Poppy, who just takes it all as one big joke. And you are telling me he managed to get on Holly Darlin’s, aka Poppy on coke’s, nerves enough to get her to break from hospitality and engage? And Lownote? What the fuck did he do to Lownote Jones to mess with his steeze so bad as to make him a regular victim? Nothing phases Lownote... you know I bet one or both of those poor Trolls called him out for harassing someone else and he shifted focus in retaliation.

OMG Holly Darlin you cute AF! that’s a win well deserved. 

But yeah no that checks out for Cloud Guy

Holy shit Lownote

That’s like... some legit anger there

(Branch called Lownote the coolest Troll alive and Lownote called him Baby.... no comment just leaving that there)

But like.... holy shit Lownote

I feel like this is one of those cases where the explanation would always disappoint but what the hell did he do to Lownote?

That’s a really smart observation though. That CG has picked a favorite from every tribe and Hard Rock is notably absent

Also notice that besides Lagoona, all the Trolls in question are authority figures. Knowing Synth for the Big Dumb go with the Flow himbo he is, I doubt Cloud Guy could get his claws in and he went down the list. I’m not sure what it means but I’m sure it means something. Good observation from Branch regardless.

Val’s eyes turned blue with the “icy glare” that’s a great touch

GOD VAL I love you so much. jesus that was satisfying in ways I could never explain

No. No absolutly not. Cloud guy is a Bully who does not respect boundaries, who’s actions forced his victims to take extreme measures to find peace from him. This result is purely the outcome of his own actions. Poppy if you make them apologize I will never forgive you.

Yes Cloud Guy, you do waste everyone’s time with annoying pranks, and maybe you should spend some time, in the wilderness, alone, until you’ve assessed your behavior and committed yourself to change in ways that make you not an active and purposeful blight on those you afflict yourself on

Which is what I would say if I thought he was genuine. Which I know he isn’t. This is straight up guilt tripping. Like 100%. 

NO. NO NO DONT FALL FOR IT. LISTEN TO BRANCH 

HOLLY DONT JUSTIFY THIS

POPPY SHUT YOUR ENTIRE ASSHOLE

NO BRANCH. 

We literally just had an episode about respecting boundaries, and how it’s the person’s decision when and where to leave their comfort zones. Poppy is already toeing a hard line with most trolls, and her version of persistence to break people out of their shells is about as close as you can get to this point being made. Like at least her intention is to get people to try new things and enjoy themselves and to become more independent, happier versions of themselves. Cloud Guy’s intentions are to make people upset about things that are important to them. He doesn’t want you to take things less seriously. He wants to find people who take things seriously, and make them feel bad for doing so. If he has ever had a positive influence on one of his Victims lives, it was a purely coincidental byproduct. NO

(I want to note that we do see some of this behavior in Cloud Guy, pushing Branch to try and force him to do things that would be beneficial for him, but very very rarely, and only early in TBGO. It is the outlier in his behaviors. Cloud Guy is an agent of Chaos and will not apologize for it. and not in a good way.)

This is like Branch deciding to forgive Creek because his betrayal caused Branch to find his happiness again do you see how ridiculous this is?

Legit anger here

Branch no don’t sing to him. Branch SHUT YOUR ENITRE ASSHOLE

I hate that Branch is singing this and the VA sounds good. I hate that this kinda good. Cause the Lyrics piss me off

it doesn’t “turn out great” most of the time. and the idea that he’s “showing love his own way” and thus it’s ok is really, really terrible thing to teach. 

Best case scenario, cloud guy is pulling pigtails to get attention. Which is still totally unacceptable behavior. Cloud guy is one of the few non trolls and thus gets to be an asshole. And could be used to show that people who treat you badly need to be called out and you do not have to engage with them... I keep having to pause the song this is so icky

I KNEW IT

But also what a freaking twist Val I am so disappointed in you!

Edit: ok no I have to come back on mobil and mess up the formatting just to yell some more cause like what the actual fuck Val? Two of these trolls you bonded with over avoiding too much mushy stuff and a faintly traumatizing hug based monster movie experience, as a favor for a third troll of this group. We literally just had an episode about you setting boundaries and not wanting to show emotion. And you team up with Cloud Guy against them? To play a prank that's basically forcing them to show heartfelt emotion towards a bully? Shame Val. For shame. I really hope he takes a step to far and she has a hard reevaluation about this dude she thought was just a prank fan. I hope she has to take a step back at some point and say hes to much. I could see him being a draw to her, but not once she sees him fully in action. Still disappointed Val at least a third of these trolls are your friends

#Trollstopia #dreamworks trolls #Branch #Cloud guy #liveblogging

[slut4sway]

Anywherebound / Chapter VI: shot of holy water

You grow so fond of things meant to be free

What if letting go is what's killing me?

I've never felt this beat down before

Soon as I'm back up I'm coming back for more

And I hope you find whatever it is you need

Leave it behind, the wreckage of you and me

And I pray you go back to Oklahoma

So I can head back home and be the

Man that's never known ya

•

tw : mentioned drug abuse, mentioned alcoholism. mentioned self harm

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trevor’s journal entry : i love you but you can go to hell. you probably like it better there anyway. with all those guys who thought they could have me, and all the hell you've put me through; the core of the earth would finally lay them down. it's pretty sure to say i'm tired of you.

6/4/23

2:12pm

They had good times yeah, but where will they go when the weed is all smoked? Where will they go if the pills run out? Where will they go when there's no more room on their skin for the blade and the ladders of scars? Where will they go when the liquor is all empty? Where will they be when the water rushes through? Where will they be when the white lines and little lies get ahold of them? Where would they go if they didn't pack up and leave?

If they chose to stay, maybe they'd be numb for a couple more days; but in the end, it always comes crashing down and they know they both can cause a pretty ugly wreck. For fuck's sake, Trevor is tired and dripping wet while he's doubled over on his hands and knees trying to breathe. He broke every part of him to hold Jamie through the shakes, but it's hard to keep afloat with his best friend... boyfriend..? It's hard to keep his head above the water when Jamie won't even swim. He's taking in all his share of water at godspeed. How could he even get to shore with Jamie if he won't drop him in the murky water and leave?

His heart was heavy on games and bullshit, especially the ones Jamie played; but he only has one and it's been shattered into a trillion pieces already. Why would he continue to throw it around? He finally brought up the strength to go, and now that his head is clearing up it's made it easier to realize. The haze no longer protected him from the truth. It wasn't a safe little corner he could sidestep into and avoid his problems anymore. For once in his life, Trevor was exposed. Now he's on the hunt for himself, just to chase his running soul down and catch it, to keep it right where it belongs.

No more blaming himself. Jamie was to blame. Jamie fucking Drysdale. It was partially him who dragged himself down with Jamie, and there was no denying that. He could have cut and run with the wind the second he had a doubt, but he didn't. Why? The reason is still something else he's on the hunt for.

He's loved drowning in Jamie for his entire life, but now he couldn't breathe. All the coke-talk was false and deceiving, and convinced him enough to stay through everything. Most definitely, it's a long and hateful road. Finally, he's gotten the feeling he needs to get his ass up and get home back to his warm bed to melt the frost Jamie froze over him.

Isn't this what Trevor wanted? To get better? To break the cycle? Sometimes he should be careful what he should wish for, cause now he's staring death right in the face.

Where would this take him? It's unclear. Would he be six feet under with his obituary reading about how he was such a bright soul and didn't ever deserve to feel the need to cut his life so short?

Whatever they did, it was still the same. It didn't matter how they did it; because they just hurt themselves. Drink, slice, burn, cut, stab, slash, rip, snort, smoke, inject, or even fuck until they can't feel anything; it's the same. Exact. Thing. Self-harm. The internalized abuse they felt from one another was just released with endorphins every time they did these things, and guess it just gave them a feeling of release. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Everything was just an ocean. The cloudy depths of the Pacific, to be exact. No Hawaiian vacation sun, no California breeze, no west-coast summer; just clouds of acid rain which stung them every day when they finally found peace. It's hard to trust something ever gets better, since when it does it always is just a false sense of security that is deceiving and leads a person to become vulnerable for the Devil to come up and ruin them one more time.

Only a shot of holy water could fix that.

Instead of a shot of whiskey.

Jamie... he's.. well, Jamie. He wants so much, but mostly the boys he can't have. Boys full of longing and unrepaired hearts, boys who want him but he can't be good enough for them. In more ways than one, he's both types. From a different perspective, Trevor is the one who he wants but will never be good enough for him.

Jamie wants one boy, though. That's the one he would never get back.

And then there he was. The love of his life standing in front of him, bags packed and keys in hand.

It was he who suggested Trevor leave, so now why does he wanna take it all back?

''Don't you wish you could go back.. sometimes?'' Jamie sighed, his voice dripping like honey and his words held the weight and gravity to drag them both down to the floor and wind up a crying heap. Maybe, or maybe not.

''Mhm. A lot.'' Trying to remember what they were, Trevor just wishes he could go back home. Home used to be Jamie. But now home was just a house out east. Home was now a place away from home. Home was now a place where he could escape the stinging feeling of being in his presence, needing to leave to numb the pain again.

Every day was just another meaningless chore, and every night is just another nightingale song being belted out into the breeze. Just trying to remember where their bed wasn't pins and needles, and they were leaning on a tailgate and looking up at the stars. The sky is falling, and so the stars are coming down with it. Hopefully coming down from another high later was a way to silence the Devil weeping out to him, and maybe that high would come from a shot of holy water mixed with bitter liquor. He was a good guy, in the light of 8 years ago. Here, he's trying to remember who he was. And other times he was just trying to remember his name.

''I don't want you.. to leave. Please don't. I take it back, I take it all back!'' Jamie's eyes grew glassy with tears, and the hurt in his voice felt like death by a thousand cuts to Trevor.

''...I know, and- I don't want to either.''

''But what you said that one night was right, and it's the truth I don't wanna hear. Sure is the truth, though.'' Trevor held a straight face, even though he was burning out inside; ready to snuff and collapse like ash falling from a stick of incense.

Oh, how he could wish he could be breathing in sage and the calming herbs right now.

''Nobody could love you more than me. R-remember that for me?'' The boy's dark, messy tips of his hair grew damp from his tears. as Trevor stood in front of him in the doorway, burdened with the weight of his belongings and the weight of the moment.

''Yeah, James. I know. Don't need to remind me.'' The older boy's solemn tone killed Jamie even more but sedated him enough from the thought of Trevor knowing to be able to keep himself standing.

It takes a lot to know what someone's heart really needs, and even more to realize that love isn't what it's cut out to be. They'd been fighting for each other and each other for so long, so it would really suck to let it all go. Yet it's better to let it lie than hurt each other. It's getting hard now, so why won't they just stay and try to fix it? Besides, they could just say their ''I love you's'' until the leaving leaves.

If the leaving doesn't leave, they'll just make more promises they can't keep.

As always.

''God, I wish I could just like.. make it make sense to you that all this shit goin' on in my head- it makes it so hard I can't speak!'' His tears barely subsided as he said this, while Trevor just listened and sighed; seemingly unfazed.

''I know you try to be better, but it's hard to stay when we're yelling, ya know? And even now I just gotta walk away-''

''Leave knowing I'll love you more than you could ever know'' Jamie interrupted, crying as he collapsed into Trevor for what felt like the last time.

Trevor could act indifferent, cause he doesn't want to leave; though he needs to. Jamie even suggested it, so why is he crying? The truth is that truth hurts.

Truth be told, Trevor's fucking tired of it all. Tired of leaving and coming back, tired of the cycle, tired of the mental illness, tired of all the hurt, and most of all tired of himself. He could go anywhere in the world but he'd never escape the one always with him. At the end of the day, he's the goddamn devil in both of their lives. Leaving is the only way to exorcise him from his and Jamie's life since Jamie makes it hard to love himself because Jamie is hard to love.

''I'll always be yours, Jim.''

And that was the last of them. The wreckage was left behind him, as he gave him a final kiss and walked out of his life with no hesitation. For once in his life, the roles were reversed and he wasn't the one being hurt by leaving. Not showing it, at least.

That final, longing kiss. It sealed his words. Jamie was still on his hands and knees sobbing so hard he couldn't breathe, and Trevor was starting up his 22' fastback and loading up all his stuff.

Jamie's truck would look oh so lonely without Trevor's car.

The sun was still shining down, and boiling the inside of the car, but Jamie felt like the whole world had just gone pitch black and silent.

He was well on his way of watching the roads melt into the mountains like he and Jamie always loved.

•

He was lying on the floor, but he couldn't scream. Technically, he could; but his lungs were so compressed and overworked by his crying it wouldn't be loud enough for anyone to hear and come to his rescue. Besides, Trevor already resigned from his job of being Jamie's lifeline.

Turning into all the things that someone's running from is a different kind of pain, and being left for it is just like another shot to the heart while they're down. Trevor could have talked more shit than any boy badmouthing Jamie ever would about how they're fucked up for leaving him at his worse, but now he was driving in silence away from him.

Couldn't Trevor take it slow as he left him? It already felt like ripping off a bandaid with a prolonged stinging sensation after, be that as it may even hanging onto every last molecule he had of Trevor would hurt less. He already missed the way the floor creaked when he quietly shuffled from their bed to the roof. Now that feeling was filled by missing him already and seeing steady red he could not ever dull.

One thing he's quickly learned the hard way is that Trevor is a hellspawn who burned him until he couldn't feel the pain anymore and that nothing could kill him slower than letting that sweet son of a bitch go. Holy water is all he needs to exorcise him, so he can get back up and act like he's never known him.

All he needs is a shot of holy water.

#Spotify #trevorjamie #anywherebound #chapter update #chapter 6 #beta read #unfinished #work in progress #mens hockey rpf #trevor zegras

[lilysortega]

[ ana de armas | female | she/her | thirty-four ] —— it’s just another typical week in hawkins i guess — isn’t that right, liliana ‘lily’ ortega? huh, guess they can’t hear me over time after time by cydni lauper playing on their walkman, but it looks like they’re headed to work as a librarian. did you know lily has been in hawkins for eight years? yeah, they’ve been described as a bit stoic, but i suppose them also being amiable outweighs the negative. i’ve also heard people say they remind them of not being present mentally, clear sadness and loss behind your eyes, ice melting in a glass that once held a strong drink, clutching your child’s favorite toy unsure if they’ll ever hold it again… however, that could just be this weeks newest rumor.

                                                                                 the basics //

BIRTH NAME :  Liliana Elena Ortega. ALIAS  /  NICKNAME :  Lily, Lils. AGE :  34. DATE  OF  BIRTH : March 25, 1953. PLACE OF BIRTH : Hawkins, Indiana. RESIDENCE :  Hawkins, Indiana. EDUCATION : Degree in Library Science. OCCUPATION :  Librarian. GENDER : Female. SEXUALITY :  Heterosexual. FACECLAIM :  Ana de Armas.

HAIR COLOR : Dark brown. HAIR STYLE : Medium length, straight or pulled back. EYE  COLOR :  Hazel. HEIGHT : 5′6″. SCENT :  Cigarette smoke, old books, breakfast foods. SCARS :  A line on her left leg from learning to ride her bike. TATTOOS :  Natalia’s name on her right wrist. PIERCINGS :  Ears. CLOTHING :  Dresses, jeans, tank tops, jumpers.

ZODIAC : Aries. MBTI : TBA. ALIGNMENT : TBA. HOGWARTS HOUSE : Ravenclaw. ELEMENT : Fire.   LOVE LANGUAGE : Physical touch, acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation.

STRENGTHS : Reading quickly, baking, cooking. WEAKNESSES :  Her stubbornness and pain. PHYSICAL AILMENTS :  None. ALLERGIES : Citrus. SLEEPING HABITS :  Heavy sleeper. SOCIABILITY : Outgoing, quiet. POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Amiable, protective, kind. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Stoic, stubborn, obsessive. FEARS :  Believing Natalia is dead, losing Elias, clowns. HOBBIES :  Cooking, baking, singing, camping, reading. MOST VALUED POSSESSION : Anything of Natalia’s, a necklace Elias once gave to her.

ADDICTIONS :  Smoking cigarettes. DRUG  USE :  None. ALCOHOL USE :  Often. FAVORITE FOOD : Pulled pork sandwiches and fries. FAVORITE DRINK : Coffee with 2 creams and 3 sugars, rum & coke (alcoholic). FAVORITE MOVIE : Breakfast at Tiffany’s. FAVORITE SHOW : The Brady Bunch. FAVORITE SONG : Fernando by ABBA. FAVORITE COLOR : Pink. FAVORITE FLOWER : Roses. FAVORITE SEASON : Winter. FAVORITE WEATHER : Snowy.

FATHER :  Manuel Ortega. MOTHER : Beatriz Ortega. SIBLINGS :  Roberto Ortega. PARTNERS : Elias Soto (ex). CHILDREN :  Natalia Soto (deceased, missing).

INSPIRATIONS :  TBA.

                                       bio //

Lily was born and raised in Hawkins. She was a quiet kid growing up who was into her studies more than anything else. She graduated as one of the top of her class in 1971.

After graduating, Lily went off to college and there she met Elias Soto. The two fell in love fast and were always seen together; Elias even coming home with her on breaks. They were planning a future together and after a few years, she ended up pregnant with their daughter, Natalia.

Deciding it was better financially for them and to be closer to her family, they small family moved to Hawkins. Once there, Lily started work as a librarian.

However, her and Elias decided to break up not long after Natalia was born, but have been raising her together. She still considers Elias to be her best friend.

She was out with her daughter when the earthquake happened. The girls had decided to go get ice cream and Lily was sitting at the table waiting for Natty to come back with their dessert when it started. She lost eyes on her and hasn’t seen her since.

Dealing with losing her daughter, she still holds onto hope that her daughter is still out there. However, her family thought it would be for the best to have a funeral for her and she was too broken to object. She has kept Natty’s room exactly as it was for if her daughter every returns.

With the library being destroyed in the earthquake, Lily got a job at Enzo’s as a hostess. She doesn’t really mind it as it gets her out of the house.

While seeming like she is fine, Lily is breaking down inside almost every day. To cope with this, she has started going out more and being a little reckless, hooking up with anyone and drinking a little more often at night than she ever has before. There’s a part of her that craves for someone, anyone to see how truly broken she is, though.

With the reopening of the library, she went back to work there and it feels good to do something familiar again.

                                           wanted connections //

Best Friend - someone other than Elias she goes and talks to about things, might know a little more about how broken she is.

Friends - those she either went to school with or met after she returned to Hawkins.

Older Brother - Roberto is her older brother and someone she looks up to and I see being close with. He’s probably between 36-40 years old.

Co-Workers - Either from when she worked at the library or now that she works at Enzo’s.

Babysitters - Anyone who probably babysat Natty in the past.

Customers - Anyone who was a frequent customer of hers at the library or now at Enzo’s.

Hookups - Anyone she may be or have hooked up with in the past year.

Dates - Anyone she may have dated after breaking up with Elias, but it was never too serious.

Dislikes - Anyone she doesn’t care for or doesn’t care for her.

Fellow parents - Those who have kids that she may know through Natty being friends with them.

#can't take my eyes off of you ; intro #hawkinstm.intro #child loss tw

[lunar-years]

4, 9, and 10 for ask game!

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

i finally blocked the person on twitter who very sincerely loathes Jamie and claims the only reason he was redeemed by writers or that anyone likes him is because Phil is pretty. they were fully acting as if Jamie deserved death by stoning because he was a bully, meanwhile their two favorite characters are Roy and Rebecca like LORD. the hypocrisy was crazy. anyway. yay for protecting my peace!

9. worst part of canon

there's honestly a lot of contenders but I think I have to settle on what they did to Keeley in s3. they massacred my girl :(

10. worst part of fanon

well. honestly the one that bugs me the most is the widely oscillating mischaracterization of Roy across the board. Like I feel like we as a fandom somehow went from 1) generally thinking of him as this perfect person boyfriend player leader incapable of doing a single thing wrong and claiming every cruel line he uttered or mistake that he made (to anyone but Jamie, because i guess his behavior to Jamie in season one is considered totally okay by this group of people bc Jamie "was mean to him back," lmao) was "ooc." TO 2) Roy is this dark sadistic possessive dangerous obsessive sleazeball & cheater whose peak career years were a batshit wild blur of constantly being on coke and having dubious con sex. (I totally understand writing it in a that's-my-kink kind of way though so no hate whatsoever to people in that camp just, it's not Roy to me, ya know. i dunno this guy.)

and for me its like...woah...is there a middle ground here...because To Me roy is just some depressed guy trying to learn how to be good to himself and others like. he's got a lot of love in his heart and he cares so much and he doesn't trust himself with it or know where it to put because of the Anger. idk.

Ask Game

#ted lasso #asks #no further tags on these for obvious reasons lol #ask games

[a-tale-of-2-sloths]

Day 9 - Monteverde Cloud Forest

Despite setting our alarm for 6.30am, by the time we got out and put our order in for breakfast in the 5 minutos that it took to cook, our transfer to 100% Aventura arrived! The irony of the one time we wanted a transfer to be running on Costa Rican time! We wolfed down a few mouthfuls and hopped in the back of the minibus, although we needn’t have rushed as there was some confusion with some of the other passengers trying to get on the wrong bus. In our defence the time of pick up hadn’t been confirmed, but we will definitely be at the front of the queue for breakfast tomorrow as the few bits were had were very tasty (and included in the cost of the room!)

Our first stop of the day was a canopy walk with 8 hanging bridges. Amazingly (or maybe not thanks to our timely pick up!) we were the first ones there. We got our wrist bands, purchased a few snacks and took a pew to wait for the rest of our group. G and I chuckled as all the other tourist piled in, we must have brought down the average age by about 40 years! We were split in to 2 groups, one that were all together with G adventures, I presume the G stands for grey and then us. We were a band of 7 comprising of 3 Germans, 2 Yanks and us. Our tour guide said he was rubbish with names (so rubbish that he didn’t even tell us his!) so instead asked for our country of origin! He warned us ahead of the walk that there was no guarantee of seeing wildlife, but would point out anything he spotted. He was however very confident that he’d be able to tell us all about the ‘Cloud Forest’ and the biodiversity. I guess the trees don’t have such a tendency to move about so much!

So what’s the difference between Rain Forests and Cloud Forests I hear you ask, well in many ways they are quite similar, but with the cloud forest much of the precipitation comes directly from the clouds that filter though the trees (instead of from the rain). Our guide provided us with a wealth of information about the cloud forest and about the trees, the trees that grow on other trees, the soil, the leaves and everything in between! He also told us about the different species of plants that can be found on a single tree and that it’s not uncommon for there to be hundreds of different types on one tree alone. As per usual when it comes to the actual facts my memory is a little hazy, even more so as I’m a few vodka and cokes in with the Super Bowl on! There were 8 hanging bridges spanned out at different points across a 2.5km walk, one from which we saw some agouti (a type of large rodent) foraging below in the vegetation. On the first bridge that we walked across Georgie accused me of swinging the bridge by not stepping in a straight line, as if I’d do such a thing!

As we moved deeper in to the forest we came across a lovely stopping point, a babbling brook with lots of logs and large stones to climb on. This was a perfect opportunity to catch up some some calories as I packed away an entire pack of cookies! (It was only a small pack and I’d skipped breakfast!) As our path took us back up towards the beginning of the trail we came across a hummingbird nest with a mother guarding her nest. We were able to see it with the naked eye quite clearly, but even more so with the help of our tour guide’s telescope! Our final bridge was to be accessed by climbing up the middle of a hollow tree. A fate which in principle seemed quite simple, but as someone who’s a little broader and not particularly flexible I did have some concern when I got to the top and could barely lift my leg high enough to push myself out. On the plus side, there was absolutely no chance that I’d be falling back down to the bottom!

With mere metres to go until the end of our trek, there was a final member of the forest that is the only creature our guide could guarantee would be there. A tarantula. This one had been in its nest for 3 years and before that there was another regular which hadn’t moved for a decade… before being eaten by a raccoon! Our final stop was a little feeding area for the humming birds, where we were able to get up fairly close and personal! It’s incredible how quickly they move and how loud they can be singing in the trees. In the week that we’ve been here there have been several hummingbirds around, but they move so quickly we haven’t really had a chance to properly observe them so this was a real treat! As we headed back to reception, a group of coatis graced us with their presence, but we couldn’t dilly dally as a mini bus was waiting… Or so we thought. This one was running on Costa Rican time! So I went back and grabbed G to come and see the cute little bastards! I did however make the mistake of doing so mid eating a wafer, which really seemed to excite them as one of them followed us back! Thankfully it decided not to jump on the minibus as we headed for our next activity… a zip wire canopy tour!

This was another activity that other compadres had done and one that would get the adrenaline pumping! I’m not saying G was feeling a bit nervous, but she did pack a spare pair of pants! Within minutes of arrival we were signing more waivers and getting our equipment on before a quick briefing on how to zip wire. Keep your dominant hand on the wire behind you and hold loosely for balance, pull up to slow down. Hold on to the ropes with your other hand and keep your legs crossed. Don’t ‘brake’ until the signal is given otherwise you’ll get stuck! Fairly simple stuff and having a few extra lbs meant going that little bit faster! The first couple of wires were short and sweet, with the option to turn around and leave it it wasn’t for you as they only got more intense.

There were 12 zip wires including one that was 1.5km, where you could be hoisted in to a superman position, which was definitely the best as you didn’t have to faff around with keeping balance and ‘braking’. It was quite surreal ‘flying’ over the forest with your shadow 100m below! And another where you turn around and jump off to be slowly hoisted down. There aren’t many photos as we were moving between zip lines quite quickly and phones need to be stored securely and as my zippy shorts were MIA I had to entrust my phone to G’s raincoat! The final daredevil act was the ultimate Tarzan swing. It was ladies first and G’s knees were a knocking as she crouched down, stepped forward and plummeted south with a roaring scream! As I stepped up the guy asked how much I weighed and I told him to mind his own business, but apparently it’s protocol. Mere moments later I was on the precipice of the plunge, bent down and away I went. I attempted a Tarzan like cry, but my mouth was so dry it was more of a whimper! Thankfully the rope held true and I swung like the king of jungle before being hoisted to the ground. It was a great experience all round, but all that safety gear plus yesterday’s horse riding means my buttocks are particularly sore!

The rest of our afternoon was far more chilled. We went for a bit of lunch opposite our hostel, followed by a stroll and picking up a few bits at the shop for tomorrow’s travels. Our hostel has its own gelato stand so we pulled a Harry Potter, took one of everything and enjoyed a well earned sweet treat in the sun. On the way to retuning to our room for a quick spruce up I glimpsed an old friend in reception. It was none other than the bag of clothes I’d left on the bus! I dropped Carlos (who booked our ‘jeep’) a message yesterday in the long lost hope the next bus driver might be able to nip it in and he came through!

I’d already done my research and suggested a sports bar that I’d clocked, that we could go to for the Super Bowl, which by the time we arrived was already swamped with yanks. There was a good atmosphere and I imagine it’s one of the busiest nights of the year for ‘Bar Amigos’! I’m not saying the service here is slow, but we ordered our food at the half time show and knew the result by the time it arrived! I’m currently writing this whilst listening to a chorus of screaming girls as they cheer on their amigo as she tears up the dance floor with some quite ludicrous twerking! Party Rockers will do that to you!

Tomorrow we’re off to Manuel Antonio for a bit of chill time on the beach, or at least that’s the plan! I’m sure we’ll find something to keep us busy!

G’s highlights - Being a Superwoman!

[ghoulteeth]

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#guess who did 2 lines of coke #my face feels funny #n the back of my throat is numb #the movie was nice #we might go tomotrow #he mentioned that he liked me and if i could tell #uhhhh #he also keeps talking abt thr future and trsvelunf wjth me #even tho i told him this is vadual #casual #this isnt gonna be long term bc im lying to my family n mom #i gotta get bavk on birth control fucj #13

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Issues (r.c) - part 2

pairing- rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary- a story on addiction and falling in love.

warning- language, drugs, parental abuse. (18+)

Things had turned bad, you promised yourself you’d quit. You lasted 3 days without a line of coke, it was the hardest three days of your life. Your heart never stopped vibrating your chest, your skin itching as if you had tiny ants under your skin and your eyes so dry from not being able to sleep.

That wasn’t the worst of it though, the gang knew something was up since you kept bailing. You hadn’t spoken directly to JJ in over a week, all his phone calls going unanswered. You knew you were being a bitch, but you really didn’t want to face him. First it was because of the bruises on your face and then when they did heal you still didn’t answer him.

You knew you needed to end things, you needed him to have a good life. His dad sucked, and he finally got a job that he was enjoying, your drugged-up ass needed to back away before you brought him under the bus with you.

So, you texted him and asked him to come over, you had a feeling he already knew why you messaged him. You thought he would want to end the relationship too but at this current moment you were unsure.

“JJ, I’m sorry I just don’t think it’s working” you chewed on the inside of my cheek. Eyes casted to the floor as you couldn’t bring yourself to watch the sadness etched on his beautiful face.

“What do you mean?” He questions his soft hands rubbing up and down your cool pale arms. You flinched slightly as he pulled you into a tight hug.

You wanted to sob, you wanted to tell him what was wrong. You wanted to beg for help, but you also just wanted to keep feeling good. You couldn’t deny the amazing high you got from cocaine and now you understood why your dad spent all your childhood off his face.

“We can’t, We just don’t fit together” you sigh, your face is pressed against his toned chest. You can hear his heart beat and it’s the quickest it’s ever been, the shake of his hands as they try to pull you closer into him.

Your heart ached as you realise he didn’t want to end things and it was only you who wanted to. It aches knowing you're breaking your best friends’ heart just to keep getting high, it aches knowing he’ll go back to the group and tell them you left him. It aches knowing he will confine in Kie.

“Why Y/N, I just don’t understand this sudden wanting to break up bullshit” JJ cries, his lower lip twitching as he holds back his tears. You hadn’t been together for very long, but you’d been friends with him since primary, he was more upset about this ruining everything than actually breaking up.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, you have to agree we work better as friends” you whisper, this time you look up at him and take in the look of defeat written over his beautiful face. But he nods and takes a step back from you.

“We work great as friends but also boyfriend, girlfriend. Why didn’t you talk to me sooner?” He questions, and now you realise he’s more upset that you’ve kept this to yourself. That you’ve been ditching them because you didn’t want to be with him, so he thought.

“I don’t know honestly, I guess I was worried we’d stop being friends” you lie, the only reason you didn’t talk to him sooner was because you were too busy getting high or hiding the bruises your dad left on you.

You didn’t want to break up, you loved him. But you knew this was best for him, he needed to get out of outer banks. He needed to follow the dreams he has. And this was the only way for him to do so. You were destined to stay in outer banks.

“We will never stop being friends” He states. your stomach feels heavy as you stare at him. You're thankful for him, you're thankful that he didn’t fight you on the matter. You're thankful you can still call him your best friend.

“I’m so sorry J, I hope you don’t hate me” you cry, you finally let the tears fall from your eyes as he pulls you into a tight hug. Probably the last soft hug you’ll receive from him for a while, you know you still needed to keep your distance.

“It’s okay, I promise it’s okay” he whispers into your hair, before you know it he leaves your home and the pit of your stomach feels heavy once more. You spend quite some time on your knees in front of the toilet, trying to make yourself sick. It never comes though.

You wanted to feel happy, you wanted to feel light and carefree. So, you shower, change and search for your purse. You had just enough to get a little extra from Barry until your shift tonight, then you were rostered every night for the next 7 days, so you would for sure make enough to top up again.

For the third time in your life you were outside the rundown trailer, your feet taking you through the overgrown pathway until you stood outside the door of Barry’s. No one was around surprisingly but it still didn’t help your nerves, your palms were sweating, and your throat tightened.

Your fist comes up to pound on the door and you can hear him yelling ‘coming’, the sound of his feet on the carpet van. You step back to give space for the door to swing open, you watch how his frown turns into a smirk and his eyes drink you in.

“I’ve got 100 bucks left until I work again, how much does that get me?” You question, you don’t bother with the formalities and jump straight into it. Your heart still aching from your break up with JJ not even 4 hours ago. You needed the high fast.

“I get no Hi?” He teases, he waves you into the trailer. You follow behind but leave a safe distance between you both. You're surprised that it’s not messy, it’s quite tidy for a piece of junk. It smells like cleaning product and you wonder if he just spent the morning cleaning.

“So, 100 bucks gets you this, but because you're becoming such a good customer I’ll add in a little extra” He says, you hand him the crisp hundred-dollar bill. His much larger hand grasping your wrist and placing the bag into your palm. Your fingers curl around the bag tightly as though he might snatch it back.

“Thanks” You say, you wait for his hand to drop your wrist, but it doesn’t. You look between him and where his hand is holding. Panic bubbles in your stomach, you’re not sure why though because he has never done anything before. In fact, you're still shocked at how he treated you after seeing the bruises your dad left.

“You seen your daddy recently?” He questions, his eyes dark as they stared down at you. You felt small under his gaze, you realize you hadn’t seen your father in a few days and the heavy feeling is back in your stomach.

“Why?” You question, your nose scrunching up when he pulls you into his chest, you can smell his cheap cologne invade your nostrils. Your heart hammers against your chest for what feels like the hundredth time today.

“I left you a little surprise” He whispers, his hand lets go of you just as the door of the trailer slams open and in comes Rafe. His skin sweaty and a frown etched on his face, he doesn’t notice you both at first as he turns back around to close the door.

You quickly take a few steps back from Barry to leave ample room between the both of you, Rafe’s eyes set upon yours and his frown dissolves. You press your lips into a thin line and push the bag into the back pocket of your shorts.

“Country club wassup?” Barry questions, walking over to clap hands with him. You bounce on the spot as you stare at the door they are both blocking, you wanted to leave but you didn’t want to interrupt them.

“Hi Y/N” Rafe says, to say your shocked that he remembers your name. After all, you are a pogue and had been dating JJ one of his enemies. He can sense you're shocked as you watch his lips turn up into his famous smirk, you can’t help the butterflies that swarm your belly.

“Oh, you do know each other then” Barry comments, his eyes stay trained on Rafe. You watch the way his fist bawls up slightly, you’re not sure what sort of dominance he’s about to set but you didn’t want to be a part of it.

“No, we don’t. I’m leaving, thanks Barry” You state, you slip through the gap they had created and make a swift exit through the crack of the door. You don’t wait for a goodbye and continue back home.

Your thoughts raced as you made your way home, you weren’t sure what Barry had meant by little surprise and you were sure why they both had acted so strange. You weren’t going to dwell on it for too long though, you had work in a few hours and still desperately needed to feel that high.

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You didn’t think today could get any worse, it was closing time and you’d been kicked to the curb by your boss. Alright your ex-boss, he’d noticed how you had started turning up to work high, he tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but when you had let loose on a poor old lady because she had turned around and complained about the soup you helped make.

Your boss couldn’t take it anymore, he let you go on the spot. You being as high as a kite ended up causing an even bigger scene and ended up punching him square in the jaw. You had literally been escorted and thrown onto the curb by his son, you shouted back that you’d sue them for assaulting you and he shouted back he would do the same to you.

So here you were crawling through the window of your bedroom wanting to go unnoticed by your father but instead you fell through and caused your salt lamp to come crashing down onto the hard cement. Your bedroom door slammed open not long after to reveal your dad.

Your mouth dropped open when you took in the bruises littering his face, his lip as fat as a cheerio sausage. You wanted to laugh at the fact that he finally got what he deserved but the moment his eyes set on you he was pouncing for you. His fist connected with your cheekbone causing you to cry out, he continued to punch at your face and then your arms when you tried to cover your bleeding face.

He kept shouting at you that this was your fault, that they had come for him because of you. You heard him mention Barry and not being able to buy coke, you couldn’t be a hundred percent sure what he said as your ears rang from the pain he was causing to your face.

When he felt like he had enough he walked out and left you bloodied and bruised on the bedroom floor, tears soaking your blood-stained cheeks. The pain causing a vibrating headache as you squeezed your eyes shut.

You were angry, so angry once you came back around. Your fist shake as you pound against your mattress, the noise from your dads stereo had ceased and silence filled the run down house.

You weren’t going to go out and check on him because you knew you’d do something stupid that ended with you being beaten again. So you snuck into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, stepping out of your dirty clothes and turned the shower on.

You spent a good time washing your body, being extra careful on your wounds. Once you were done you checked yourself out in the mirror, you unpacked the first aid kit and placed butterfly stitches on your forehead and cheek. Luckily nothing was too deep that you needed real stitches.

Your eyes once again swollen, you looked away and placed everything back. Putting on clean clothes you exited the bathroom once more and back into your bedroom.

Even though it hadn’t even been 24 hours since you’d seen Barry, it was roughly 2am in the morning. You had only used roughly 2 lines from your recently bought stash but your mind wouldn’t stop racing over the words your dad spat at you.

Was Barry’s comment about a surprise in regards to the bruises left on your dad? You couldn’t sleep without knowing, so you placed your jumper over your freezing body and sat yourself upon your bike.

Before you knew it you stood at Barry’s once more, staunching up to the trailer. You noticed multiple bodies laid out on the grass, some dancing around the fire. You noticed Barry sat upon his usual spot and there sat Rafe next to him.

“Barry!” You yelled, all eyes turned to look at the voice that interrupted the music. You notice the way both Barry and Rafe frown upon your face.

“What did you mean earlier about a surprise?” You shouted, you stormed your way over to them and stopped as they both stood up and towered over you.

“Apparently daddy didn’t learn his lesson about hurting women” Barry states, his hand delicately holding your chin between his fingers.

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, Rafe stepping closer to get a good look at your face. And for some strange reason you feel an odd comfort from the way they both look upon you as though you were a delicate flower and they needed to protect you.

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[leossmoonn]

Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl​ <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine 

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“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.  

“How the hell—” Carl started. 

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled. 

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes. 

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips. 

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder. 

“What?” Lip asked. 

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

 “What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey. 

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window. 

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged. 

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps. 

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him. 

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked. 

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since. 

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him. 

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently. 

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was. 

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register. 

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked. 

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled. 

“Good,” Carl said. 

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled. 

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table. 

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked. 

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said. 

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked. 

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach. 

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded. 

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed  those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that. 

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.  

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked. 

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered. 

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n. 

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered. 

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away. 

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said. 

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said. 

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking. 

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates. 

“Yeah,” Carl nodded. 

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes. 

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked. 

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces. 

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said. 

“You sure?” Carl asked. 

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car. 

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked. 

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked. 

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street. 

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game. 

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen. 

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked. 

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her. 

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed. 

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said. 

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said. 

“Deal,” Carl nodded. 

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill. 

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down. 

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested. 

“Sure,” Carl nodded. 

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch. 

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house. 

“Hey, guys,” Carl said. 

“Hey,” Ian smiled. 

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded. 

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows. 

“I… am I?” Carl asked. 

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked. 

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help. 

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously. 

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey. 

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said. 

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested. 

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said. 

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up. 

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee. 

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled. 

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand. 

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here. 

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts. 

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly. 

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled. 

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck. 

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned. 

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion. 

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained. 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”  

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JAEBEOM, THE GUY FROM THE BAR

Pairing: Jaebeom x reader

Genre: Series | Eventual Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: break up, cheating, strangers to lovers, mentions of drinking

Words: 2.3k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You were sitting at the bar playing with the glass in your hands. The cocktail you were consuming for the past 15 minutes was almost gone and you were considering what should be your next order in your head. Your eyes ran after the bartender, watching him shuffle the bottle, finally pouring liquid into the glass of a blonde girl that was hungrily watching it fill up.

You lifted your arm, letting the guy behind the bar know you needed a refill, one more. You already lost count to the number of drinks you had in the last hour, trying to make your brain ignore the void inside of your chest. Your vision was getting blurry and it’s exactly what you were trying to do. You were trying to lose your sences with alcohol to not see what was happening to your left. The more drinks you downed, the less you saw with your peripheral vision. Everything went as planned, and you put all of your energy to erase the memory of this not being your initial plan when you left your place a couple of hours ago. You watched bartender finally move in your direction, sighing in relief. You were beginning to think he ignored you on purpose and were considering the option of becoming the annoying drunk customer that would make a scene for not getting their drink for too long.

“Let this one be on me.” you heard a voice behind you, not paying too much attention to it. Another guy was trying to be smooth with a wasted pretty girl at the bar, nothing new, you were just glad they weren’t bothering you.

Bartender turned his head towards you, finally stopping in front of your stool. You were about to open your mouth to order, having a slight smile on your lips, when your eyes finally focused on his face and you saw he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were pierced to someone behind you. You felt anger blow up your body in a second, making your face red. You felt like you could punch the person who just got in front of you, right when you were about to order. Sudden anger made you want to turn around and fight with that person, until you realised bartender was looking back at you. He clearly was asking for your permission with his eyes and the sudden thought of you being the wasted pretty girl that someone was trying to hit on crossed your mind. You turned around immediately, feeling your face get even redder now due to the guys’ behind you intense staring. You felt puzzled, shy and confused all at the same time. You were pretty sure you swallowed your tongue in shock when your eyes ran over the stranger’s face and you had to lick your lips to make sure you didn’t. His handsome features made you scared and more than thinking what even made him talk to you, you were scared the drink he’d get for you could be poisoned. You stuttered trying to get a reply from your throat and he chuckled lightly at you. You noticed how his eyes turned into crescent moons when he did so and something inside of you switched.

“I swear, I’m not a creep.” he smiled kindly. “If you’re okay with me sitting here, I’ll explain.” you noticed how the seat next to you was empty and you wondered if he made someone leave while you were absorbed into watching the bartender.

“Okay…” you finally found it in you to speak. “You can sit, but not the drink. I’m able to pay for myself.”

“Deal.” he sat down and ordered a whiskey. Bartender nodded and turned to you, probably seeing how angered you were before and willing to take your order first. You asked for another rum with coke, turning your attention to the guy that seated himself next to you. Your eyes ran over the silhouette of his long nose with a sharp tip, plump upper lip that reminded you the shape of a heart, quickly running over his round but sharp cheeks. You noticed how he had his ears pierced and when you lowered your eyes to his hands that were laying at the bar you noticed silver rings on a couple of his fingers. You lifted your eyes back up meeting with his piercing gaze once again. You felt a flash of embarrassment and wondered if he noticed you checking him out.

He was handsome, but you weren’t interested. You repeated this before tasting your new drink on your tongue and licking your lips again.

“So…?” you asked when he kept staring and sipping on his whiskey quietly. You were beginning to feel awkward under his gaze. “I’m wondering what made you think I’m in need of a company?” you allowed the glass to meet the stone of the table, running your fingers through your hair to push them back. He did the same and you suddenly found it hard to breathe. You thought maybe, you hit your limit with the drinks tonight, deciding to not finish this glass.

“I watched you for a while and lost count of the drinks you had in just this hour. You don’t look like a party monster.” You made an offended face and a smile lit up his face again. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. Plus, I don’t think I ever saw you here before, and I’m a regular here. You don’t seem to be trying to seduce anyone so I guessed something happened to you and you might need someone to help you get home.” you were surprised with his precise observations to the extent of forgetting to not show it all on your face.

“So, you’re saying you’re not a creep and then you say you want to walk me home.” you made a suspicious face expression and he chuckled making a loud enough noise for you to hear it.

“And if it bothered you to show me where you live I would’ve taken you to my place.” he pointed biting his lower lip.

“Oh, that is definitely calming, totally a better option.” you nodded and the both of you laughed.

“You’re pretty when you smile.” he suddenly said with a serious face expression. You stopped laughing too and felt redness crawl over your face. The light atmosphere you felt come with laughter left you exactly same second the words left his mouth. Your eyes ran over the club and you didn’t find anything better than grabbing the glass and taking a sip of the drink you decided a second ago to not drink anymore. You felt soberer than before and the liquid even gave your throat a burn as if it was your first sip.

You weren’t used to being hit on by handsome guys at clubs due to two reasons: 1 - you weren’t going out much and 2 – well, actually, it was the first time you were all by yourself drowning yourself in drinks. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t not say it when I saw your face light up, you were too serious this whole time.”

“Thanks…” you coughed feeling the conversation die in awkwardness.

“So, are you okay? Something happened? You can tell me, I’m a complete stranger, nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m…fine.” you chewed on your lip wondering if it’s a good idea to share your life at the club when your practically wasted.

“Is it because of the guy over there?” his finger pointed behind you and you turned around with the speed of a turtle to see where he was pointing.

“What made you think so?” you quickly turned back, genuinely wondering.

“You keep on glancing back there, and every time you do you down your drink. For the past hour people switched around but your eyes kept glued to the only person that’s not moving over there.” He summarized.

“And you’re a regular here because you come to watch lonely girls get drunk and then offer to take them home? Whether their or yours?” you tried to change the topic, expanding your hand to the drink but changing your decision immediately.

“No, I’m a regular here because I live two blocks down the road. I was here with a friend, but he had to leave early because his girlfriend called him. I noticed you when I got here because you’re not the usual type to hang out here and it caught my eye. You caught my eye so I watched if you were with someone, but then I noticed you drinking non-stop and noticed you stare there. I came because I only wanted to make sure you’re fine and safe, and I still want to know that.” The tone that he spoke with made you believe him and you felt a tiny bit more relaxed than before. Maybe it was naïve to believe the first stranger you met but the alcohol in your system told you it’s not a big deal. You didn’t live in this area, you never came here before, talking to him won’t actually change much in your life because you wouldn’t remember anything by tomorrow, keeping in mind the amount of drinks you just had.

“That’s my boyfriend.” you simply stated.

“Who?” he asked confused and looked behind you.

“The guy that don’t move around, he’s who I came with. We’re dating.”

“With him?” he asked in disbelief, forcing for you to look there once again, to watch your boyfriend in action.

Your eyes immediately found a tall guy in the crowd. Currently he was dry humping a girl in the corner. He looked even more wasted now than twenty minutes ago when you looked at him last.

“Why is he with someone else there and you’re here. Are you two in that type of relationship?”

“That’s his best friend’s sister, they’re just having fun, don’t imagine things that aren’t there.” You defended, feeling yourself dumber with every word that left your mouth.

“You’re the one that’s trying to drink away the pain, I guess it’s you who should stop imagining.”

“It’s not that.” You said seriously, turning back to face the guy, not being able to look there for any longer.

“Why are you not with them having fun?”

“I don’t like to dance if it’s not just me and him.”

“He just left you here alone? For the whole evening? Not even checking on you once?” you looked the guy in the eyes knowing for a fact he’s right, but you told yourself he wasn’t. He doesn’t know everything. He doesn’t know you or your boyfriend. He doesn’t know he actually loves you. “He doesn’t love you.” he added a silent moment after.

“You crossed the line.” You tried to tell him to apologize calmly but he definitely didn’t catch it.

“If I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t leave you for a minute for some cheap-ass girl from a cheap diner around the corner. I’m sure I saw her there during day time.”

“What’s the exact reason for your lecture?” you were getting worked up. Who is he to tell you shit about your boyfriend? Who is he to play with your emotions like that?

Your boyfriend always told you you were a little bit sensitive, you were jealous under circumstances you shouldn’t have and he was sweet and caring enough to reassure you. You knew this was just one of those occasions and it was your own decision to stay at the bar when she suggested to dance, you were the one who made yourself go crazy in jealousy.

“No reason, I just noticed something, thought I’ll say it as well, since we’re talking anyway.” You ran your eyes once again to the corner where your boyfriend was, before focusing on your glass. The conversation died and you thought maybe he’ll leave since now he knows you won’t fall for whatever he had in store. “How long have you two been together?”

“8 months.”

“Dump him.” He said freely and your eyes shot up to the guy on your right side. Did he lose his mind?

“What?”

“Dump the guy if 8 months into a relationship he finds it normal to leave you at the bar to drown in drinks to make out in front of your face with someone else. That’s fucked.”

“He’s drunk, that’s his friends’ sister and I’m drunk and sensitive. You can chill out, Sherlock Holmes, you won’t find anything interesting here.” You made an excusing face sitting straight to stare into your phone. The guy went quiet and you let him be, killing the time.

“Baby, I’m sorry I took too long.” you felt your boyfriend’s hands over your waist. His cheek landed on your shoulder blade and he sighed letting you smell all the drinks he had. His body weight almost made you fall off the stool and the guy you talked to before prevented you from falling by your knee. You tried to ignore him and turned your face to see your boyfriend.

“Let’s go to yours?” you asked in hope.

“Yeah. Can Jack’s sister come with us? She can’t go back home, she said she’s fine with the couch.”

“It’s your place.” you nodded.

“You’re the best.” He kissed your cheek leaving a wet mark there. “By the way, I missed you so much, I wish you went dancing with us, they played your favorite song, did you hear it?” your boyfriends words made what the stranger guy said die in your head immediately.

“Yeah, me too. Let’s go?” you asked trying to stand up under his weight and he found balance allowing for you to do so. “See? You’re wrong, bye, good luck.” you said to the handsome guy, taking your boyfriends expanded hand and leaving the club with him. And his best friend’s sister too, of course.

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Oh..hi Roomie!

Important drive thru questions:

Which BTS member:

1. Orders for you at the drive thru?

2. Let's you order (but drives)?

3. Let's you drive and order?

4. Orders from your lap, leaned out of his seat on the passenger side?

5. Can't make up their mind where they want to go but "doesn't want" to go wherever you suggest?

6. Begs to go that one specific place?

7. Goes to the Sonic and tries to order something NOT on the menu?

Lastly...

8. Would have sex with you, in the drive thru?

(Orrrrr maybe just fondle and fool around with you. Regardless of time of day OR crowd?)

Aaaahh, not the drive-thru! 🤣 I got so excited about this one! Hope I do our special drive-thru experiences justice, Roomie! Now, let's see what's on the menu...

Q: Which BTS member orders for you at the drive thru? A: Hobi

"Two #2s," Hobi calls out to the speaker, "one with a Diet Coke, and one with Sprite." He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and turns to you with a funny grin. "Both, animal style." The broken speaker squawks some sort of message to you. Hobi smiles and says, "Thanks!" As you roll forward, you blink at him owlishly. It's not a hard order, but how did he know? "I guess I internalized it somehow," Hobi reflects, nodding and readjusting his rearview mirror. He turns to you, sunk and sullen in the front seat, Hobi picking you up from work in the middle of a blah kind of day. "How about you call in, and we eat these parked up at the arboretum?" he asks. "Would that make you feel better?" You smile at him, and it's lucky that he has the wherewithal to slam on the brakes when you lunge forward to kiss him, surprising the attendant at the the window. Hobi's sunshine will always, always make you feel better.

Q: Lets you order (but drives)? A: Jin

"On that little bacon cheeseburger, can you add lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, grilled onions, grilled mushrooms, ketchup, mustard, aaaaaand---" You scan the Five Guys condiments menu just to make sure you haven't missed anything. "Hot sauce?" you finish. "Sure. So that's the little bacon cheeseburger, the little cheeseburger, two drinks, and two Cajun Style fries," the speaker repeats. "No, one Cajun style, and one regular," you clarify. You turn to Jin, who just watches you with a fond smile. "We need to mix it up. So much spice in the Cajun fries," you add, scrunching your nose. "A perfect order," Jin tells you. "Especially with you leaned over me like that." He reaches for your chest, fondling your tits and licking his lip at your visible cleavage. "Mmm. Maybe I should cancel my order and just eat you instead," he jokes, eyes nearly making griddle marks upon staring at your boobs. "What was that? Cancel the order?" the speaker asks. "NO!!" you both yell in starved unison, before turning to each other and laughing so hard that you miss the total amount due.

Q: Lets you drive and order? A: Jimin

"Can't wait for them spicy nuggs," you chirp, dancing a little in your seat. Jimin just smirks at you, the radio playing the latest sexy banger in the background. He strokes his leg as he watches your hips curving, even if it is just for some late-night meal that you decided to get on a whim. "So cute," he mutters, delighted in the way you're enjoying yourself. "You'll change that opinion of me once you watch me down these nuggets," you say. Jimin laughs. "Visual evidence of meat going down your throat? I don't think that would change my opinion at all," he points out, unclicking his seat belt. "What are you doing?" you ask smiling at him. He wiggles in his seat, too. He looks ahead at the long line of cars. "Just getting more comfortable," he tells you innocently.

Q: Orders from your lap, leaned out of his seat on the passenger side? A: Taehyung

"Two! Oreo! McFlurries!" Taehyung yells, his chain grazing your thigh. You stifle the laughs that keep bobbing to the surface, tickled by that cold chain on your skin, as well as by the way Taehyung's wild eyes are staring at the screen. "Apple pies?" the speaker crackles back at you. "NO! TWO! OREO! MCFLURRIES!" Taehyung practically screams, so frustrated that he scratches his head. "Oh, sorry, ice cream machine is down," the speaker crackles back. Taehyung whimpers and mashes his face into your thigh. You laugh and call back, "Alright, thanks anyway." Taehyung mumbles as you drive, something about "all I wanted after a long day" and "don't ask for much" and "this was the one thing". You stay silent, letting him have his pity party, because he's been so generous when you've had yours. When he realizes you're back on the road, he sits up and looks at you. "Where are we going?" he asks. "DQ," you say. You raise your eyebrows. "They have Oreo blizzards." Taehyung mashes his face into your thigh again, peppering you with a flurry of kisses. "Thank you! Ah, I love you, jagi. You're the best."

Q: Can't make up their mind where they want to go but "doesn't want" to go wherever you suggest? A: Yoongi

"Ugh, really?" he whines, still not moving after the light has turned green. It doesn't matter. It's nearly 3 AM, and no one's on the road. "It's one of the only places still open," you laugh. He sighs. "But Taco Bell is barely food, let alone Mexican food." You purse your lips together, trying not to laugh through this whole conversation. "OK, well the only things around here that are still open are Taco Bell, White Castle---" Yoongi interrupts you with another long, dissatisfied groan. "IHOP---" "They don't have a drive-thru!" Yoongi complains. The light turns yellow again, and you can't help but chuckle at Yoongi's melancholy frown. "What if we start with what you want to eat?" you ask. "What are you in the mood for?" He shrugs. "I dunno. Jalapeno poppers?" You brighten and smile to balance out that frown. "Jack in the Box is still open, too," you suggest. Yoongi beams at you. "Perfect." He lightly takes his foot of the brake, but you gasp. "Yoongi!" He looks up and sees that the light has turned red again. "Ugh, really???" he whines again, making you cackle.

Q: Begs to go to that one specific place? A: Jungkook

"What's the place? What's that with the burgers?" he asks, bouncing up and down in the passenger seat, both hands balled into excited fists, tongue tip sticking out of the corner. "That barely narrows it down," you chuckle, as you drive. "Uh, they also do those big milkshakes?" he tries. "We really should have figured this out before getting in the car," you laugh, watching him stare at each car that passes you by. "They do paper bags?" he asks, "Y'know, with those lines?" Now you're getting somewhere. "Lines," you say, thinking. "What color are they?" "I dunno. Pink? Or orange?" Your head snaps up. Orange. "Whataburger?" you ask. Jungkook's eyes widen, and he nods fervidly. "Yeah! What's That Burger!" he tries, making you snort. "A burger and a strawberry shake, right?" you ask, and he nods fervidly again. "Two burgers and shakes coming right up," you say, clicking on your left signal to make a U-turn. "Did we pass it already?" Jungkook asks. You look to your left, and you see that the Whataburger is right next to you, the entrance just on the other side of the median. "Nice!" Jungkook exclaims, leaning over and smooching you. "You always understand me, jagi."

Q: Goes to the Sonic and tries to order something NOT on the menu? A: High Namjoon

"Uhh, OK, I want..." Namjoon hangs out the back left window, words slipping out of him so lazily. You crack up as you remember how badly he wanted to be the one to order, but obviously, not the one to drive. His long arms reach out for the giant, lit window, almost as lit as he is. He clutches the metal where the speaker sits. "Do you have steak??" he yells. "No, sir, we don't," the speaker says back, for the eighth time. "Our menu choices are just above you. You can refer to that menu when placing your order." Namjoon's red eyes look back up at the menu. "Right. Right. Man, you have so many drinks." You guffaw. "It's kind of what we're known for, sir?" the speaker responds. "OK, uhhhh... wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute, uh, can I get..." He hums. "A PATTY MELT?" he screams suddenly, earning a giddy squeak from you, and a squeal of feedback from the speaker. "No, sir, please refer to the menu above you." Not wanting to run out of patience, and not wanting to get spit in your food, you roll down your window and take over. "We'll have two All-American dogs and two extra long cheesy tots, please," you answer. "Yessss!" Namjoon exclaims happily. "That's exactly what I wanted!" The person taking your order sighs with relief. After sharing your total, they quip, "Be right out." You roll up both windows for the wait, as Namjoon asks excitedly, "You think they'll bring the skates?" You smile at him in the rearview mirror. "Want me to ask?" He shakes his head. "No. I think they're mad at me." You turn around and smile at him. "Tell you what. When we get home, let's scarf these hot dogs down..." And then you eye him. "And then I'll scarf your hot dog down?" Namjoon's eyes widen. "Deal!"

Q: Would have sex with you, in the drive thru? (Orrrrr maybe just fondle and fool around with you. Regardless of time of day OR crowd?) A: Jimin

High Namjoon is too hungry, but he'll take you up on that hot dog/hot hog offer and return the favor later. Jungkook's hands are already dipping his fries in his open milkshake by the time you pull away, but his hands will be in a different box soon. Yoongi still won't be able to decide if he wants to eat you or the meal first when you get home. Taehyung wants to finish that Blizzard, saving somce ice cream to play with (with you). Jin hates car sex, way too cramped for all the crazy things he always wants to do to you. And Hobi just thinks things have their utility and place; cars are for riding and driving, and beds are best for fucking, and he wants to get you back safely so that you both can do that the minute you're home.

But Jimin.

Jimin, so eerily quiet on the drive up. Jimin, so focused on the way you place your order, lips moving around the words you say. Jimin, so naughty, and yet so, so nice. As nice as the fingers that are crawling up your thigh as you pull up to the window. "Jiminie," you coo, shooting him a warning look as you move up in line. "What?" he asks, feigning innocence. Just as quick as he undid his seatbelt, he undoes your fly somehow, and his hands slip into your flesh. "Jimin!" you gasp. Before you know it, you hear the click of the parking brake, and your seat is all the way back. Jimin is writhing on top of you, cock wet and hard from touching himself on the ride over here, and watching you in your everyday glory, so naturally sexy in the way you do things, from keying on the ignition to rolling down your window just so. He slams into you, car rocking on its axles, your whimpers floating outside. You barely hear -- and care -- when the overworked attendant shakes your order at you and knocks on the half-opened glass of your window, bellowing, "Sir! Ma'am! This is a Wendy's!!"

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All The Better For Seeing You

↷Summary: Everything with him was so perfect. He was so good to you. But it was his friends inside his circle that seems to have an opposite opinion with him....about you.

↷Genre: Angst, fluff, established relationship, Jungkook oneshot, Jungkook x reader

↷Warnings: Slut shaming, calling names (gold digger etc) that's all i think

↷Word count: 2.2k

↷Taglist: @pjmochii @iamnamjoonsbxtch @jkreadinglist

That Friday night was just like every other Friday night that you and Jungkook had went through. Jungkook would want take you to the club which him and his friend always go every Friday night to get a drink or two together. Usually you would always find excuse to join him so that you don’t have come face to face with his friend. You know how they feel towards you. They’re not so fond of you the moment Jungkook had introduced you as his girl and till now you never know why. They had never told you why though. But Jungkook doesn’t aware of that. It’s not because he doesn’t care but you just good at keeping secret.

That night, since you couldn’t find a reason to not join him, Jungkook had dragged you to get you ready for the casual meet up.

“Do I really have to do this?” you whined hoping maybe he let you go again this time. “Of course you have to baby. Plus it’s been a while since you and my friend last met.” He answered also using the same tone you’re using. “But I don’t want to” you say softly while rubbing a circular motion around his hand. “But why? Is there any reason why you don’t want to meet my friend baby? Are they making you uncomfortable?” he asked, patiently waiting for your answer. “Noo, it’s not that” you fell silent. You’d been contemplating whether to tell him or not about the beef going around on his friend with you. “Fine, I’ll go”

 The ride to the club feels very unnecessary long. Everything looks stretched out to you. Something about going with him tonight doesn’t feels right to you but you never said anything. Only fidgeting with your fingers to calm your nerves. “Is there anything you’re hiding from me”. Jungkook asked, breaking the comfortable silence. “Uhmmm, nothing? why?”. You replied, timidly knowing that he sensed something. “Nothing, you just seem out of place since we got out of the house. Is everything alright?” he asked once again wanting you to spill anything to him. “Everything’s alright I promise you. I’m just nervous I guess. You know since I last met your friend was a long time ago. Kinda having the first time jittery all over again. You giggled slightly. Jungkook smiled softly at your response. “You know that was unnecessary. They all love you” he said. Oblivious to the fact that some of his friend has never get their liking towards you since the moment they laid their eyes on you. “I know, I’m sorry” you said softly. ‘There’s nothing you should be sorry about angel” he said while slightly glanced at your side. His eyes meeting yours and you both fell into fit of gigles. The car rides continue with some small talk here and there until you arrived at the club.

Hand in hand, you and Jugkook entered the club. With the club owner being one of Jungkook’s close friend, you both easily got into the club without having to wait in the long line to enter it. Making your way passed the heavy crowd, your hands never leaving Jungkook worried that you might get lost in the massive crowd. The club is one of the infamous club known at the place both of you lived. So the big crowd was understandable.

When you and Jungkook arrived at the VIP lounge, you already feel judging stares from his friends. “Oh look who finally decided to show up!” Taehyung said loudly making everyone stares at you and giving you ‘the look’ making you feel slightly uncomfortable. “What’s it with you and your tone” Jungkook asked annoyed by the feeling that his friend is mocking you who suddenly shows up at the weekly gathering. “Woah! Don’t go with the all overprotective boyfriend thingy on me, I’m just excited that we get to see y/n’s angelic face again since you decided to not bring her on every gathering we had in the past” he said while pretending to be smiling. “She’s just been busy. Isn’t that right baby?” Jungkook asked including you in the conversation. “I am plus we barely even have time to spend together. So, I decided maybe I can spend some time with him here tonight. You said smiling at Taehyung. “Is that so? Anyways, are you guys planning on standing there the whole night come and sit with us” he said, making space for both of you. You sat next to Jungkook and had join their conversation every now and then.

Talking for a long time was making Jungkook’s throat crave for waters. So, he suddenly got up to get the water to lubricate his drying throat. “Wait, where are you going?” you asked getting confused but you got up anyways ready to follow him to wherever. “I’m just gonna get us drinks. What do you want? Some Coke?” he asked. “Can I just follow you?” you asked feeling nervous by the fact that he was leaving you alone with his friends. “It’s okay, I managed, you should sit here and relax. You look tensed” he said, noticing your jitters. “O-oh okay then, coke is fine” you said. Already feeling suffocated. He nods and went to grab the drinks. You sat back at the sofa and brought up your phone to scroll you Instagram in order to avoid conversation with his friends. But you didn’t go unnoticed by his friends.

“So y/n, it’s been a long time huh” Namjoon, one of his friend said. “Yeah it’s been a long time” you replied not really wanting to start any conversation with them. “We didn’t expect you and Jungkook gonna last this long. You know since you only like him for his money and all” he added. With a perplexed look, you looked at him and asked. “What do you mean?” “Oh come on y/n playing dumb doesn’t suits you” he said. “No, I really mean it. What do you mean I’m with him for his money?” you asked again wanting explanation. Is this all of this about? Are they saying that you’re a gold digger? “Like we don’t know miss y/l/n. The time you met Jungkook was when you in desperate need of money and Jungkook just happened to like you at that time and you being the gold digger slash slut that you are you shoot your shot” he explained.All of JUngkook’s other friends nodding in agreement. All of the peoples at the lounge focus was now unfortunately on you. You don’t like it. Their stares make you feel 10,000 times small. Did they just call you a slut?

“I’m not a slut nor a gold digger. Stop calling me names” you said under your breath but unfortunately Namjoon heard it. “What did you said y/n? stop calling you names? Oh I’m sorry but that’s just who you are” he said getting annoyed by the fact that you had the courage to even talk back. “Y-you know nothing about me. Why you all just assume things? Is that why you never like me since the first time” you said eyes getting teary and the sob you’re holding back down your throat doesn’t helping at all. Why does it take so long for Jungkook to grab 2 glass of drinks? “Break up with him” Yuna one of Jungkook longest friend said with a stern voice. “W-what?” you asked softly not trusting your own voice. “Are you deaf” she said while walking up to you. They always verbally bully you but it never it never gets physical but with Yuna walking up to you now, your mind was racing with thousands of thoughts. Afraid of what’s going to happen next you got up and ready to ran but she quickly gets your wrist. “Where are you going? Are you going to tell your boyfriend? Are you scared y/n? Did we scared you?” she said with that annoying high pitched voice.

“I said break up with him you slut!” she said while clenching her teeth “You’re not like us. Look at us we have everything that you can only wished you have. We are gonna be somebody someday. You and him doesn’t match y/n. Can’t you see that? I see you not just deaf but you’re also blind” she said while slightly pushed your forehead with her index finger. “S-stop” you said while trying to grab her finger to stop her. By now the tears were no longer held back. “Y/n can’t you see? Jungkook doesn’t even like you that much. He’s just playing around. Every fucking human in this room knows that he’s gonna end up with people on our level. Hell I don’t think his parents gonna like you if they ever meet you” he said breaking your self-esteem piece by piece. “Why are you being mean? I never did anything for you guys to hate me this much” “Don’t you get it y/n?! you.are.not.like.us. Your poor ass doesn’t fit us” she said again now patting your head. “Stop crying nobody cares” you not sure who but it’s some people behind Yuna. “Now please get the fuck out of here before you’ll taste someone’s fist” Yuna said while roughly pushed you onto the wall. Without a second thought you get off there and sprinted to the women’s toilet while gently wiping your tears away.

Fortunately, Jungkook saw you going on a full speed to the toilet while wiping your face. Had you been crying? What happened?

Jungkook”s POV

While getting my drinks done the bar tender suddenly went out to the kitchen to grab some stock for the drinks that’ll be needed tonight. He asked me if I can wait a little longer and of course I said yes because I don’t think I’m rushing for anything tonight since you’re here with me I don’t have to rush home. So I wait while scrolling Instagram to kill times. But I lost count how long did I wait but I’m sure it hasn’t been that long though. Finally, the waiter came and did our drinks and finally handed it to me. I rushed to you taking into consideration that you might be really thirsty by now. But what I saw did break my heart why are you crying? So I rushed to the lounge. Why did everybody look so tense?

“Did something happen to y/n? why did I saw her crying? Did you guys said something mean? What happened here?” but he met with complete silence until Taehyung decided to speak up. “Don’t know, she just suddenly called us names and went into full crying mode. She’s annoying crying on every possible situation. You should find someone else kook. Someone who is on our level” he said getting on Jungkook’s nerve. “Oh shut up at least she’s better than those girls you hooked up with” with that being said, Jungkook put the drinks and went to wait for you at the toilet. After a while you got out.

“Baby what happened? Are you okay? whatever happened while I’m gone I’m so sorry sweetheart” he said while opening his arm for a big warm hug. Exactly what you need. He gently wipes the tears under your eyes while his eyes busy scanning your face. You said nothing but nuzzled your face more into his chest. “Do you still want to be here or do you want us back home” he asked while gently rubbing your back. “If you want to stay here a bit longer I don’t mind, I’m okay with anything” you replied while getting teared up remembering their harsh words towards you. “I don’t think I want to continue this anymore, let’s go back hmm?” he said. “Okay” you said smiling softly at him. “You wait here I’ll go get our things and you have a lot of explanation to do at home” He said while pushing a strand of hair off your face.

Jungkook went to get both of your things and quickly jogs his way to you. You both went out of the club and went back home.

At home

At your shared apartment, you both get your night routine done and got yourself ready to sleep. You can’t help but to remember all those nasty words they called you

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 That night before went to sleep you told him all about his friends. You’re were nervous at first. Scared that he might not believe you but you told him anyway and he believe you. He was so pissed at his friends that you’re thankful that you’re telling him this while you both were alone at home or else tonight might ended up with blood. He was so tensed that night. Can’t believe his friends hated you that much. I mean they’ve told him a couples of time that he should have never got into relationship with you but he also never knew why they hated you. now he knows and he promised you to confront them the next time he sees them.

You both are on your bed with him spooning you from behind while he whispered sweet nothing into your ear. Reminding you that you are worth more than anything in his eyes. Calming you and he make sure to make you feel loved with his kisses that he would do it be it on your lips, nose, neck, forehead, cheeks you named it. It makes you realised that you should care less of what others think about you because at the end of the day Jungkook would always love you and he make sure that you feel and know it every time and you love him for that.

Author's note

Here is my first ever story😁 hope you like it🥰 any constructive comment is very welcome and I'm sorry if my writing did not meet with your expectations🥺sorry if any of yall had waited and it takes me so long to post this😔tbh i posted the the teaser just for fun and I don't think it will gain attention but it did :) so here it is :))) sorry for any grammar mistake. English is not my first language🙏🏻hope you had a great time here the next story teaser will be out very soon😉

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