#tw: alcohol dependency

[rose-riot-johnson]

Okay my Tumblr Peeps... I decided to write a fanfic about non other than Bleach's very own Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez🐆😁👍It may not be my 1st time writing about him, to be honest, however it's definitely my 1st time writing about him by himself🐆😃👍Any1 who is a fan of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, I definitely have a treat for you🐆😁👍I just have so many ideas I have planned for this fanfic about Grimmjow😃👍 Also, apologies ahead of time if Grimmjow's pov, ends up having more paragraphs than the reader' pov (which I labeled your pov), considering this is the first fanfic I will have reader's pov and the character's pov😅

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🩵🐆What Happened To You, During The Nightclub Incident🐆🩵(Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Female Reader)

Genres: Angst (Possible Dark Angst) (Warning⚠️: Language, Trigger Warnings Include; Alcohol Consumption, Drugging, Violence, Blood, and Anything Unspeakable Depending On the Reader's Imagination)

The introduction:

You were invited by your friends to go with them to a night club they frequently go to. You accepted their invite, because you really have never been to a night club or any bars before, you were more comfortable going to places with your friends for some reason, and you weren't sure if you would have that opportunity again. You felt like you have known your friends for years, that they're the best friends you had ever had and you figured they're the ones you have your back. You truly trust no one else as much as you trusted your friends, so you believe in your heart that you could never have better friends than the friends you have...

Your pov:

You were already dressed, dolled up, and ready by the time your friends picked you up from the nightclub, your friends took you. You were extremely excited to to be there for the first time ever. You then noticed a man with blue hair and blue eyes, who was smiling at you (while drinking a glass of vodka), however his expression seems to switch after he saw your friends. Your friends told you that he's like this with most people and is a trouble maker, then told you to watch out for him, because they think he's a creep with anyone he likes, not to trust him, and called him a "sexual predator". To you he didn't seem like it, however how can you not trust your friends you figured.

A group of men, then went up to you, as your friends introduced you to the men who are near you. These men also said some things about him, as if they're warning you about him, then one of these men seemingly assured you, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you!", before he seemingly warned you, "If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, one of your friends said, "See? Even these gorgeous guys said this blue hair guy is trouble... But don't worry, (Female Reader Name)..., Then the friend who was talking was encouraging you to dance with one if the other me on the dance floor.

You were having so much fun dancing on the dance floor that you forgot your drink. After you got done dancing with the guy, you went back to where your friends were, as they cheered you on, before drinking your drink. "It's strange... I only took a couple sips of the drink and I'm feeling kinda funny right now...". Your friends then laughed as one of them said, "Maybe because your alcohol tolerance is low and we need to get it up higher...", before the second friend said, "Or possibly you're having such a good time, where you forgot you couldn't handle your booze", as all of your friends laughed before you feel into one of the men's arms passing out and drugged...

Grimmjow's pov:

Grimmjow is an (sixth or shall we say sexta) Espada, type of Arrancar, which is a type of hollow. He would occasionally go to the night club, to have a couple drinks, while trying to keep to himself (despite of his temper), then leave, however the night you went in that nightclub with your friends, he watched you. He sees your friends often when he's there (and he couldn't stand them), however to him there's something about you that is different about you.

While Grimmjow watches you he saw a group of men hanging around your friends, telling you negative stuff about him, as one of these men say, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you! If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", as if he was warning you. After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, they talked to you, as if they seemed like to have your back, then acted like they're encouraging you, as they had you dance with one of the other men on the dance floor. Once you went on the dance floor with one of the other men, it the man who was talking, the rest of the men, and your friends were putting stuff in your drink that appears to be, roofies (short for the actual name, rohypnol), ecstasy, and cocaine, all mixed together right with the alcohol you were drinking and Grimmjow madesure he recorded the whole thing.

The reason why Grimmjow can't stand your friends nor those men you just met, because he has been overhearing some stuff they mean stuff about you and even said about you as they complained, "I wished we could just get rid of her, because why I don't know why in the fuck we're friends with that loser in the first place, besides feeling sorry for her!", then the men would come over look for a "hot chick" to do unspeakable things to and your friends mentioned about bringing you over to the nightclub for them to try laying their hands on you. So, when the night that you came with your friends arrived he knew he had to find a way to get proof, so ofcourse he's going to record your friends true colors with his touchscreen cellphone.

As much as it makes Grimmjow cringe only rewatch and record the whole thing, especially with your friends calling you a "bitch" and a "virgin hoe", then laughing at you from feeling the drugged effect of drinking the beverage your friends and the rest of the group of men put drugs in, before you ending up passed out drugged up into the talkative man's arms, Grimmjow knows he rather not cause trouble until he's done recording, while he sensing your friends take advantage of you by their backstabbing tactics for how naive and gullible you really are with them, and will need some form of solid proof to show you who "your friends" truly are. After he gets done recording, the group of men were about to take you to the ally way, however before they were able to carry you outside to take you to the ally way, Grimmjow went up to the men and began to punch one of the men in the face and knocked him out cold. The rest of the men tried attack him and quickly bring you outside, he pound some of their heads to a bloody pulp, twist a couple of the men's arms, a few he gave them a bloody nose, and he even kicked the talkative man in the balls. When one of your friends tried to complain and the rest of your friends were about to take you outside to dispose of you, by throwing you in the dumpster, Grimmjow scolded, "Don't you dare fucken, do what I fucken think you're about to do as your back up plan! I knew you were terrible friends to your friend who is (Female Reader Name)! However I just didn't fucken know you ladies and those men were in on drugging the kind looking lady! You ladies and those men seem like you're all out to get her! You are basically working with those men who have a history of drugging other women! For all of your actions you ladies have committed, none of you deserve a friend like her! Infact she deserves better than two faced backstabbing jerks like all of you ladies! Every single one of you disgust me! We're leaving and never coming back here!". Grimmjow then carried you in his arm, leaving the nightclub and finding a place to take care to look after you.

The aftermath of the nightclub incident:

As you were waking up, you saw that you weren't in the nightclub with your "friends". You saw you were in an abandoned motel room that doesn't look abandoned, then you saw the blue haired man your friends and the group of men were talking bad about, as if they seemed to warn you. You were frightened and was thinking about trying to run away out of fear, however the blue haired man calmly said, "Relax... You're safe now... From all of the times I heard your so called friends mentioned about you and your name, you must be (Female Reader Name), if I'm not mistaken...", before introducing himself, "My name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez... Call me Grimmjow...". You then in a frightened state cried, "Why are you talking about about my friends? And you are the bad man who my friends and those men warmed me about... What have you done to me? What have you done to my friends?". Grimmjow gave you an annoyed and not surprised look as he replied, "What I done to you and what have I done to your friends?! I knew you would believe everything they say! It's more like what those men and your "friends" did to you and their motives! I saved your life! Those friends of your are not your friends and are backstabbers who only took you as a friend out of pity! They even called you a loser and I don't see why they think of you as such! Those men and those who you call your friends are fucken cowards and your friends were even about to throw you in the dumpster after I defended you against those men who were about to do unspeakable things to you!", before handing you his cellphone, as he continued, "And if you don't fucken believe me, you have my permission to see the video of last night! Watch the evidence of your fake friends true colors, while I cook some food for you!".

You watched the whole video, Grimmjow recorded. As you were watching the video, you were horrified at everything he was recording. What your "friends" and those men doing with your drink, everything your "friends" said about you, them laughing at you while you were drinking and you passing out drugged after you were drinking. You ended up shaking wondering if you really are everything your friends said about you or if you could really trust anyone, before you bursted to tears. Once Grimmjow finished cooking, he then went to check on you, as he then said, "I'm truly sorry you haf to see this video for yourself, however I can sense your so naive and gullible to the point where you believe everything they say! I hate to say this... They probably have never been truly your friends...".

You went to hug Grimmjow as you cried on his left shoulder, as you continued to sob, "This is all my fault! If I never had any drinks, then non of this would have happened! If I can't trust my friends, who in the hell can I trust?!". Grimmjow then hugged you, while petting the back of your head, as he replied, "Unfortunately that's life... They're just the wrong friends for you... Also don't blame yourself! None of this is your fault and you didn't know better! Those me and your fake friends are in fault... Not you! Now you know who really are trying to make you their prey... And I get we just met, however maybe we should know eachother better, so we can work on trusting eachother... I will admit... I might be an asshole, but I'm not as heartless, as I seem to be...". After the conversation you and Grimmjow had together, he letted you eat the food he cooked for you that you were able to eat up, to ensure you feel better, considering you were having an upset stomach from what happened to you at the nightclub that night.

After you were feeling all better, you and Grimmjow agreed on letting you live in Hueco Mundo, considering that you would live anywhere he would live in. Despite that he did warn you that Hueco Mundo is a dangerous place to live in considering there are hollows who are extremely strong, mean, and heartless who have no honor, you still would be happy to go anywhere with him, because he saved your life and you knew you would feel safer in Hueco Mundo, than you would bring around those who you thought were your friends. Years after living with Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo, you never looked back, as you felt in your heart, soul, and gut that this is one of the best decisions you had ever made. (Up to the reader's imagination if she does end up having a relationship with Grimmjow)

🐆🩵The End🩵🐆

I will admit I did get alot of ideas for this Grimmjow fanfic and I decided the ideas I have written down for the fanfic, I'm not letting that go to waste and I really had fun coming up with ideas for this fanfic about Grimmjow🐆😃👍Last year, I was going to write a similar idea with a particular Soul Reaper who I haven't written about before, however I cancelled out on a similar idea, because I did procrastinate on some fanfics and haven't continued on with certain fanfics in the drafta such as the fanfic idea I had for this particular Soul Reaper, I wasn't 💯% sure if I could pull off with the similar idea at the time last year, and I basically couldn't keep ideas for this similar fanfic while continuing on with other ideas with it where I letted the ideas for planning a similar go to waste last year. Fortunately ideas for this Grimmjow fanfic came in my head and despite of these ideas going in my head there are alot of inspirations for this Grimmjow fanfic. If I did make any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have rushed the fanfic without reading it thoroughly and stuff, otherwise I did try my best with spelling and grammar while trying to look on spelling with certain words. As for "bitch" or "virgin hoe", I have used the word virgin before, while the words "bitch" and "hoe" I rarely use with writing fanfics, however considering the way I'm writing about the reader's friends, their motives, and stuff, this is 1 of the rare fanfics I have written "bitch" and/or hoe in. As for Grimmjow, I really wanted to write something about him. Months before I discovered Tumblr, I grew fascinated with Grimmjow😃👍I just knew there's something to like about him. To be honest, I just like him, with or without any reasons🐆😁👍As time went by, I have found out there are other people who like him, which I'm really happy about🙂 I also have been thinking about possibly writing another Grimmjow fanfic or so somewheres in the future, even if it's near future🐆😃👍Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this Grimmjow fanfic I have written 🐆😁👍

#rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #tw alcohol use #tw alcohol #tw depending on reader's imagination #tw drinking #tw drugs #tw drugged reader #tw blood #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #bleach angst #angst #grimmjow angst #possible dark angst #jaegerjaquez grimmjow

[sillyabtmusic]

some smiley jahans :•)

#alcohol tw #kingdom #jahan #lim jihun #kingdomnet #nugudom #kflops #* my gifs #kd.jh #kd.gif #i tried three (3) new things in these gifs! woah! i can't tell if it improved anything or not but #well. actually. i will keep doing one of the things. i will *probably* keep doing the second. and i might utilize the third depending #if they didn't help at least they didn't hurt so :•] #ult faves

[ferromagnetiic]

【 KID'S BIRTHDAY 2024. 】

          It is his birthday.

     The party hasn't even started and he is already drinking.

     He's ready to get wrecked and remember absolutely none of it tomorrow.

If you catch him when he's pissed enough, he might even be a little bit less horrible to you. Or maybe he'll be even more aggressive. Depends on how the night goes.

#【 ⚙ ˊˎ | BLOOD AND IRON-WILLED | open. 】 #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】 #tw alcohol #tw drinking #// hello i am here!!! #// i just got home and i am getting ready to party. i have a few things to do before the night starts but then i'm good! #// this is the single drunkest day of the year for him. #// i will warn you that heavy scottish accents are inevitable. probably also badly translated gaelic. #// he will remember absolutely none of this tomorrow so say anything you want to him. #// also heads up that i will be spreading this event out over the course of the next few days #// because i don't think i can reply to everything in one night i'm sorry;;;; #// it might end up being a week long event depending on what happens. #// anyway hello and happy birthday to all the other kids on my dash! #// i am tagging all these posts as kid's birthday 2024 just in case any of the subject matter is uncomfortable for you #// and you want to blacklist #// okay love you all see you in a bit! #kid's birthday 2024

[lee-sol]

thinking abt sol getting drunk and suddenly becoming the most outgoing person ever

#( ooc. ) #idk the thought is so funny to me #he gets a bit clingy depending on who he’s with #alcohol tw

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: Do you want a beer? I’m paying.

Person B, going through the restaurant’s menu: No. Ugh, where’s the good stuff?

Person A, half jokingly: I thought you were an alcoholic.

Person B: Exactly. I’d need at least, like, four beers — without food — to get slightly buzzed, and my stomach can’t fit over 2 beers in it. I’m small. I’ll have a rum, neat.

#source: me #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes ideas #incorrect quotes prompts #tw: drug mention #tw: drugs #i used to be so small when all i did was heroin and ketamine. since i started drinking (i only started drinking every night because the- #-opiate withdrawal was so fucking bad alcohol was the only thing that kept my legs from kicking all night long and my skin from feeling- #-like it was on cold wet fire somehow) #anyway. when all i did was opiates ™ i was like 45 kg and i’m 165 aka 5’5 like i looked like a sickly model #now it’s only been a month drinking and not doing morphine or some shit and i already gained 12 kg it’s insane i’m like almost 60 kg now #i’m queueing this for a month from now so hopefully it’ll have been 2 months when this gets posted #and like i say i’m an alcoholic cause i don’t think it’s normal to drink like 5 nights a week but i’m not chemically dependent on it like i- #-was with opiates like i’m sober half the time. ive never done surgery while drunk for instance. there was this one time i had just had 4- #-shots in the bathroom in secret cause i was having a panic attack and didn’t know what else to do but anyway. #and they asked me if i wanted to close up on a tubal ligation and i passed on the opportunity even though i was Fine bc idk i just didn’t- #-feel good ab it. which is more than i can say for my professor tbh #like some other medical intern said ‘wow it must be so hard having to be On Call 24/7. like i bet u can’t even drink’ #and he said ‘oh come on surgeons have lives too. in fact i drank more than a few beers just a few hours ago lol’ and proceeded to cut- #-someone open #anyway. yeah. i don’t get drunk at work yk #felt like i had to make that clear

[pastafossa]

The Red Thread: Chapter 121

*sneaks in and sleepily dumps chapter in the middle of the night*

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

But whatever this was, it was… too big, too massive to trap beneath ice and soil like anger, like want, or maybe you’d already pushed down far too much. What room was there left for a creature like this when you’d already buried so many parts of you?

Words slithered up your chest and sat on your tongue like burning coals, and you had to stifle a shiver. You only just stopped your hands from curling into fists, only just stopped them from fucking shaking.

Mine, it whispered furiously, the word hammering at the back of your teeth where you’d clenched them shut.

Wordcount: 5,111

Warnings for this chapter: jealousy, alcohol, you frantically trying to play the Repress The Emotions games one too many times

Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out

#the red thread #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #fic #fanfic #reader fic #reader #reader insert #tw: jealousy #tw: alcohol #oh hey what's that emotion it sure is big and furious and hard to ignore #and i'm definitely sure matt won't pull a 'my body is ready' when he realizes what's happening noooooooooooooooo #so unlike him #this gala section will be fun and hopefully will satisfy considering how requested it's been #i'm thinking maybe 2 to 3 chapters total depending on how busy i am and how long the chapters are

[coachbeards]

Also a beloved hc I have is that eventually, once beard sets on the path of seeking mental health care and learning to Like himself (he doesn’t need to love himself right now, he needs to like himself)…….he works on becoming fully sober. from alcohol, drugs,….. it’s a hard journey, but he wants to get better. he needs to get better.

#Ik it’s a tv show but beard pounding back several beers and then masterfully #appearing sober and getting more beers …. #getting a lot of beers for both him and ted to help with a tough conversation #beard’s also dependent on alcohol. He may not be fully aware of it but… #alcoholism tw #addiction tw

[what-yadoking-likes]

My sister: I made a dairy-free Christmas Cake so you can have some.

Me: thank.

My sister: *started making the cake in September, 'feeding' it every week with brandy*

Yado's partner: *doesn't drink*

Me, after eating some cake: well, that certainly had alcohol in it.

My sister: it doesn't have that much alcohol in it!

Me right here right now in this very moment:

#not a Payday post #Yado irl #Yado's sister #Yado's partner #Yado drinks? #is this a shitpost? who knows #TW: drinking #TW: alcohol #it probably seems like I drink a lot based on my Tumblr posts but I honestly don't #I drink once or twice a month which is an increase from like 3 years ago #whereas my family will drink at every and any opportunity #I genuinely worry my mother is alcohol-dependent #and Nana has openly admitted to having only alcohol left in her life now Gran/Dad has died

[timechange]

Some important post-film divergences for my (default) portrayal:

While it's true his family / home life is 'fixed,' as his mother isn't an alcoholic anymore and the environment isn't as toxic... his family are total strangers to him. He's in a life he doesn't know, he's replaced another him who may or may not be a completely different person, and the more he stays in the fixed timeline, the more he realizes that pretty much nothing around him is familiar anymore, they're all different in little ways.

As a result of his time travel, many death and near-death experiences, and messing around with the timeline, he suffers from some undiagnosed aspects of PTSD and depersonalization-derealization disorder. Also, he has some issues with self-hate / self-doubt / inferiority and has a massive chip on his shoulder, like in canon, but this lessens with time.

He spends as much time as he possibly can with Doc, as Doc is the only constant and the only one who both understands and who hasn't changed that much. Marty is also drawn to Doc as they've been best friends for a long, long time, so he relies on him a lot.

While I think Doc basically raised Marty to get him away from his awful family in the original timeline, which Marty remembers, Doc may or may not remember as he wouldn't have done that as much to amended!Marty in the amended timeline. If he doesn't remember, this makes Marty very upset, understandably so: he feels like he's lost the strongest parental figure he's ever had all over again.

He goes to community college in Hill Valley and lives with Doc, having a major in music or composition and a couple minors in science / engineering / mechanics thanks to his work with Doc.

They never stop time (and space, they add modifications so that they can go places on Earth and beyond) traveling (I'm not really BTTF 2 or 3 compliant by default)

However, they have to workshop it and a lot of the time it doesn't work when they test it, especially early on, so sometimes Marty just shows up at any time and any place

They do have a time and space stable method of communication (I've dubbed it the time-phone but it's a dumb name) and another time machine (either the train or another deLorean) so that Doc can always find him no matter what

He does end up releasing records / becoming a pretty big musician and touring, the band name changing from The Pinheads (their first audition tape) to McFly and the Flyaways

In verses where he marries Jennifer, their kids are named Emmett George and Elizabeth Lorraine, not Marty Jr. and Marlene, because canon what the hell

#ooc. #headcanon. #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #toxic family tw #capgras syndrome tw #capgras tw #ask to tag #obviously these can be changed around depending on your / your muses' portrayal and timeline #these are just what's constantly rotating in my brain for him #my beloved boy...

[ofherbalisms]

closed event starter to @nighttcalls location: far corner of the bloater

   THE AMBIANCE OF the party has held on strong for much longer than Reuven would typically endure, but his disappearance earlier in the night had served to rejuvenate. Eventually, the man had gravitated back into the venue, and carried a beer with him more as a prop than anything he had intentions of consuming. He'd chosen long ago to prefer a sobriety—after Avigal had passed, he'd worried about his drinking, and knew that as his childrens' only living parent he could not take the risk of drowning his sorrows in bottle. He'd need to be strong first, to show them how to be strong too. Now, after trying to forget that she was even standing within proximity for several hours, Reuven was feeling the resurrection of that mantra, if only to remember how Hera had become a point of strength for his children to anchor to as well. After spending so many years intertwined, emotionally, spiritually, and then—in some ways—physically, with Hera, he sometimes wondered how it was even possible for him to be so sick with nerves to even speak to the woman. Given their last encounter with one another, he'd assumed she had left their party of two for good reason—he'd had plenty of time to conclude that he had been unjustifiably awful in that final argument, no matter the reasons for his ire she had never deserved it. He'd had plenty of time to shame himself for it too, to hate himself for driving her away into what he assumed was her likely death. For seven years he believed she was dead, only for her to show up at his doorstep, a new, survivor of a woman.

   Reuven hadn't known if she hated him for what he'd said. If she wanted him dead. If she even recognized it was him—after all, they both had aged ten years. He sported a thickened, long beard now that he never had before. He was leaner, and more worn, and hardly spoke. It had taken him too long to even say hello that first time after she'd showed up at the gates, and ever since could not muster more than a conversation about herbs or ammo with her. It were as if they were in purgatorio together, and neither would look at the other, and he certainly wasn't sure if she even wanted him breathing the same air. So the decision to walk over now was purely out of wanting to hear her voice again. It had been so long, since he heard the inflection of joy in it, since he'd heard her laugh. He ached to see her smile again, but didn't know how to prompt it, so instead Reuven cleared his throat as he approached, and then stood silent beside her for a long moment before speaking. "Is anyone in the armory? Need to work on my rifle." He remembered the day he'd taught her how to shoot his rifle. Now here she was, the community's armorist. Reuven wished he could tell her he was proud of her, for everything, for surviving without him. Tell her how impressed he was, but that he always knew she could do it. Comment on how she could give him a run for his money now. But he doesn't. Instead, he palms at his beard, and suddenly decides he does need a sip of that beer. "It can wait, if nobody's there."

#𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬: 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 - 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤; 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ. #FEATURING: hera lorimer. #tw grief #tw alchohol mention #tw alcohol dependence mention #tw firearms fireguns guns weapons #tw death

[alan-p-49]

me: *uses alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanism*

also me: *ends up drinking only one drink (most of the time) bc drinking a lot of alcohol is a lot of effort unless there's a lot of already made drinks to drink*

also me: I'm a borderline alcoholic

#tw alcohol #no i do not have a dependency towards alcohol....yet #one day #no this isn't a goal or anything is just that i believe that any moment i'll start spending all my money on booze #hirschi's social bonds theory really be working on me #no like if i was living alone i'll be done for #especially that nicotine

[katierosefun]

heehee hoohoo i have to drink wine with attorneys and professors and it’s day one and i am sitting here, quietly begging to myself, do not get tipsy, for the love of fucking god, do NOT get tipsy DO FUCKING NOT

#caroline talks #tw alcohol #i am like. pretty certain that a glass of wine doesn't get me tipsy #depending on whether or not i've had food? about 2 glasses in on an empty stomach makes me sorta tipsy #i mean. it's a 2 hour long reception so i think i really will just have one (1) glass of wine and just nurse it #one time i drank a glass of wine in roughly 15 minutes #and then went and saw a play with my friend in it #and my other friend was laughing her head off because she was like 'oh caroline . . . are u . . . are you . . . oh my god you ARE tipsy' #i remember it was on a pretty empty stomach too so i was kinda feeling it #and as we were waiting outside i leaned against the wall and my friend went 'oh my god i love you' bc she found me so funny #and the play we were watching was kinda raunchier #there was a sex joke and the theater went dead quiet and i just said aloud 'OH' and my friend giggled bc #she KNEW i only said that because i wasn't completely sober #but you see. that was amongst friends. so it was funny. #i do not. i do not want professional people to witness me being silly and giggly #a little bit of alcohol for me to no longer be socially anxious would be great #guys . . .. i've only ever had alcohol around my friends and family drinking around strangers is making me WOOOOOOHOOO oh boy ANXIOUS

[soundcrusher]

Tales from the Neutral Zone Part 3

Yea, as the title says. Although, this part doesn't really happen on the Neutral Zone, because it's about Galen and how he met Law Construct in a bar.

Also, there a small extra thing at the end.

I hope all of you don't mind how short this part is, nor the writing. I'm pretty tired. ^^'

Small trigger warning: there's drinking in this one

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Galen didn’t like it here.

Granted, he hardly liked any place that wasn’t his medical bay, hab-suit and or the Neutral Zone in general, but there was something about clubs like this one that made Galen want to turn around and leave even before he stepped in them. But considering how most of the crew was in here and a certain copper coloured mech dragged him out of the ship while yelling about “How he needed to get out more”, Galen found himself without much of a choice.

Of course, they could have simply gone to Silverlining’s bar and had a good time there, but it was rare for them to land on a planet and get the green-light from Record to go and have some fun outside the ship. Doesn’t mean Galen had to like the fact that he was dragged here against his will and forced to glare down a colorful drink, while keeping an optic on Copper. And speaking of that crazy nutjob of a mech, he was at least behaving himself and was annoying someone else.

“I would still prefer my room though…” Muttered Galen, as he gave his drink one last glare, before downing the whole thing in one quick swig. Something that caught the attention of an already drunk looking mech, because he came over and sat down next to the grumpy looking kinda-medic. Looking as smug as a drunkard who thinks they had a chance, as he leaned forward. One servo propped his chin up, while the other one slowly swirled his own drink.

“My, my, I’ve never seen a mech swallow that fast. Mind giving me a closer demonstration?” Galen would have gagged at that remmark, if the foul breath of the mech wasn’t already making his tanks churn. But he knew that saying anything would only spur on his uninvited guest to keep on talking. So, to strengthen his nerves, Galen ordered another drink and simply ignored the grounder next to him.

However, the drunkard, who introduced himself as Runningway, did not get the cue and kept on pestering him with crude comments and gestures. So much so, that Galen was already close to grabbing his fourth drink and smashing it into the idiot's face. And after his sixth, he did just that, or better said, he grabbed his drink and was about to show this aft just how much he liked his company, but was stopped by a beautiful grounder walking over to them and getting him to leave, before sitting down himself.

“Ah… I’m sorry if I interrupted something, I just… saw how much you didn’t like his company and decided to get in between before anything bad could happen.”

“Tch, why are you saying sorry? You saved my drink.” He didn’t mean it as a joke, it was an observation after all, but for some reason the new mech found it funny. And Galen found himself laughing along. “Seriously kid, I was seconds away from introducing that aft to my drink, which would have been a shame, because this stuff isn’t cheap and I bet the glass isn’t either.”

“First of all, kid? I’m probably the same age as you, and second, yea. This club is one of the more expensive ones I’ve ever been to. But at least their drinks are amazing.” Chuckled the black and white mech with the purple and green flower details, as he took a sip from his own drink, before continuing. “Although, I prefer staying on our ship and either have movie nights with Moss and Strawberry or read a good story. I’ve started reading that one story about a human detective and a doctor, after Strawberry lent me her data-pad.”

“A shame that hound was just a regular dog and not this big monster everyone thought it was.” Said Galen, before taking a swig from his drink and looking over at the other mech. Who was looking at him with something similar to amazement, maybe even excitement, because he started to go on a rant about how he had to disagree, before jumping to the next story and how much he loved the growing friendship between the detective and doctor. And Galen, to his own surprise, found himself smiling at the enthusiasm and started to give his own opinion too. Sharing some other detective stories he’s read, before revealing that his favorite genre is fantasy.

And maybe it was the engex fault, but Galen felt his face grow warm as a blush formed on it. “Yea… start laughing. The grumpy looking kinda-doc likes fantasy, especially if it involves dragons and romantic plots. Can’t really help it… carrier tended to… yea… I always liked it when he read me berthtime stories. Always put me into recharge right away, or after he finished the story.” Muttered Galen, after downing yet another drink. But before he could even think about his time with his creators, specifically his carrier, Galen’s attention was again grabbed by the beautiful grounder next to him, who started to talk about his favorite genres. And low and behold, he too liked fantasy. Something that got Galen to talk even more, or maybe it’s just the engex getting to him.

Either way, he’ll definitely talk to Silverlining about this day. Not only because the amount of engex he consumed is worrisome to him, but also because he doesn’t know what he should think about the fact that he stood up and started to dance with a stranger, after the two had another round of drinks. Although, that was something sober Galen will have to worry about tomorrow, because party Galen right now was having the time of his life. Twirling the mech in his arms every time the music grew faster, before pulling him back and holding him close. Changing their wild dancing into something softer as soon as the music switched.

And for the first time, Galen found himself relaxing as he stared into the mesmerizing blue optics of the grounder. Mumbling a soft “Sorry” as he leaned down to plant a soft, shy kiss on his dance partner’s lips. Although, even though this action was a surprise for Galen -usually he didn’t kiss anyone he just met- he was more surprised by his dance partner leaning up and meeting him halfway. Causing Galen to experience the same feeling his carrier always described in his stories. And from the looks of it, the slightly smaller grounder experienced something similar.

Their moment might have only lasted for a few seconds, but to them, it almost felt like a lifetime, and Galen found himself wondering if this is what love at first sight felt like, before being distracted by the soft laughter from the other mech. “Heh, my name’s Law Construct, by the way. But everyone I know calls me Con.”

“Galen… I’m…. Galen…” Muttered the kinda-doc, before his expression turned sour, because Copper just started a bar fight with that Runningway mech from before and three others. “Looks like my friend needs me… I’m sorry, Con, but if I don’t get him, he might as well be ready for the scrapyard.”

“Because they would beat him to a pulp?” Asked Law Construct with a chuckle. To which Galen only shook his head in return.

“No, because I would. Fragger ruined my evening, but also made it kind of better.” He said, before carefully taking Law Consstruct’s servo in his own and leaning down to place a quick kiss onto it, before sending the other mech his comm number with a wink. To which he quickly got Law Construct’s return. “I’ll see you next time…” And with that said, Galen turned around, marched over to Copper, chased off Runningway and his friends with his “crazy doctor act”, before grabbing his friend and dragging him out of the club.

All the while thinking about the mech he just met, and the creators he left behind.

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Somewhere on the Lost Light an old doctor and his conjux were just enjoying their time together. Watching one of the movies, Swerve was showing in his bar and talking quietly with the present crew members, as Blaster walked into the room. Telling the medic that there was someone called ‘Galen’ trying to contact him, and the doctor moved quickly. Getting up from his seat, before following Blaster out of the bar. Closely followed by his conjux.

Keeping a neutral expression during their walk, although, as soon as he got to the communications console, his optics widened at the sight of the clearly wasted mech on the other end. Who, by the looks of it and the sound of his voice, was a mess. A very sad and teary mess, but the doctor didn’t care. This was, after all, the first time he saw his creation after he ran away. And despite the clear changes, the doctor knew this was his little spark.

“H-hey…” Muttered the younger mech, before letting out a chuckle. “Primus, I should have thought about this better. Called you… when I wasn’t drunk… not that I would have had the courage for it if I was sober… Maybe I should hang up…”

“Don’t… We haven’t talked in a while.” Said the medic, which prompted his sparkling to continue talking. And talking, he did. The mech told his carrier about the things he was too scared to talk about when sober. Starting with how he’s been, how he found a brother, a family, a crush, before ending with the reason why he ran away.

And the doctor listened to everything. Giving the mech as much comfort as he could over the console, before they had to end their call.

#transformers #transformers ocs #galen #copper #law construct #tw alcohol #I might edit this one later... #or delete it #depends on how I feel about it

[c0rpseductor]

the thing thats really weird about drinking is like ive been sober for what. like three years? now?? and in that time did not get alcohol cravings past the first little while. but recently for whatever reason in the last few months ive had comparatively SOOOOO MANY out of nowhere? what's with that.....i wasn't even that heavy of a problem drinker

#the bigger problem with my drinking wasnt like how much i was drinking or how often #so much as like. the fact that i started as a teenager and used it to self-medicate (badly) #so i didnt get as much of a physiological dependency as i probably would have if i were drinking more regularly #but i might be misremembering how much/often i drank too #there were times when i was young where i would get blackout drunk lol #alcohol tw

[woosansang]

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#the time between 7pm and midnight is the best or the worst time depending on the day #if its a work day its the best time bc i get to relax and do my own thing finally after a long and hard day #if its not then its the worst time bc im alone and all the mutuals are asleep bc fuck timezones #i sit here and think too hard and get upset over every little thing and just want to drink myself stupid so i dont have to feel so much #going back on meds was supposed to help #how long does it take for them to kick in #its been two weeks #and its all the same #jazzy talks #alcohol tw #medication tw #depression tw #idk anymore

[faofinn]

DAY 23: "you'll have to go through me"

@febuwhump

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Harrison had promised Tai he'd meet him after work, but he'd just not shown up. With the pair of them working, and Steve not, he'd picked the boys up from school so they were all sorted.

Tai bed sat in the car park for half an hour before heading over, concerned by his partners lack of replies. They’d changed over, Fao was still waiting for a bed on the ward, and Harrison was nowhere to be found. He'd apparently left a while ago, on time for once, and hadn't spoken to anyone. Tai gave Fao a crappy excuse about crossed wires, and rushed off, his heart pounding in his chest.

The house was dark when Tai finally skidded onto the drive, blinds still drawn. Harrison's car was still on the driveway, so he hadn’t gone far - Tai doubted he would have walked far after his shift; he always struggled after his block and he'd had a few pressure areas flaring recently, blamed on his massive fluctuations in weight.

Tai pushed the front door open, frowning as it swung without the key in. He'd been the last to leave and it had definitely been locked then. The smell of alcohol was so clear in the air, and Tais' heart almost stopped. Hars had been sober for years, he'd had his transplant, knew the risks. Knew how to reach out for help.

“Hars? Love? you home?” He called, flicking the lights on. There was the unmistakable sound of bottles clinking from the living room, a harsh sob following. Tai found himself swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat, dreading what he'd find as he pushed the door.

Harrison was on the floor, in the middle of the room, surrounded by bottles and cans. One of the bottles had smashed, apparently thrown against the wall. Glass littered the floor, but Harrison didn’t even seem to notice. He kept his gaze fixed on them, knuckles white as he clenched his fists on his jeans.

“Hars?” Tai hesitated, before slowly making his way to his partner, crouching by him. At least two of the bottles were opened, and a few of the cans, too. Tai sighed. They didn't need this.

Harrison slowly turned to Tai, tear tracks down his cheeks and eyes red. “Tai.”

He launched himself at Tai, curling tightly into his chest. For all the alcohol around, Tai couldn’t smell any on Harrison, and there was none on his breath. There was a small flicker of hope.

“It’s okay.” Tai said gently. “I’m here.”

Harrison couldn't breathe through the sobs, gripping tighter onto Tai. "I'm sorry."

“It’s alright.” He soothed. “Bad day, huh?”

"I didn't, I promise I didn't." He sobbed, his words catching in his throat. 

“It’s okay. Shall I get rid of it?”

"No." He said quickly, desperation hidden in his tone. 

“It’s not helping you feel any better being sat here staring at it.”

"I need it."

“You don’t need it.”

"I do."

“It’s not going to help, love.” Tai told him. 

"It will."

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

"I can't keep doing this."

“Shh, it’s alright.” Tai murmured, kissing the top of his head. “We’ll get through this.”

"I just wanted a break."

“I know.” 

"I didn't take a drink."

“Well done. Honestly. Why don’t we throw it out, though?”

"What if I need it?"

“You don’t need it.”

"Might do."

“You don’t, love.”

"It would stop the pain." He said quietly. "I don't want to feel it anymore."

“You’d never forgive yourself.” Tai said. “I know it’s hard. It’s gonna be okay. I’ll get Steve to have the kids, and we’ll go to bed and get some rest.”

"I don't want to wake up." He murmured under his breath, sagging against Tai.

It broke Tai’s heart to hear him say that. “I know. But I want you to wake up. You’ll get through this.”

"It just hurts."

“I know it hurts. It’s horrible, you’ve had a shit day.”

"I just want to die." He admitted, pulling back to look at Tai. 

"Not a chance." He tried to joke. "You'll have to go through me to try that, and Steve, even Fao. The lot of us. Tomorrow will be better, we'll get through this."

"Can we go to bed?"

“Yeah. Come on, let me help you up.”

He gritted his teeth as he stood, holding heavily onto Tai. "Fuck."

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, lean on me.”

"I can't."

“It’s okay. Let me do the hard work.”

"No, I can’t. It hurts."

“I know, it won’t be long.”

"I just want it off. And a drink."

“We’ll get it off in a minute.” Tai promised. “Just get to the bedroom.”

Tai's lack of comment about the alcohol hadn't gone unnoticed, and he sighed. "Alright."

“Have you hurt yourself at all?” He asked. “One of the bottles was smashed.”

"I don't think so."

“Good.” He led him upstairs and into their bedroom. “Let’s get you into bed, then.”

With Tai's help, they got themselves sorted for bed, changed and into pyjamas and medications done. Hars took his morphine in the end too, hoping to have some relief. While Tai sat on his phone for a little while, he curled against his chest, needing the comfort. Tai's fingers were gentle in his hair, soothing him and just calming him down. Safe in his arms, he finally fell asleep. 

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday23 #“you'll have to go through me” #whump writing #whump prompt #tw alcoholism #sobriety #hars has a very bad day #tw sucidal ideation #hars x tai #harrison cunningham #taidgh cole #whump #oc #emotional whump #ptsd #depression #alcohol dependency