Woobiesexy Crowley-Fattystrong Aziraphale Drinking Game
Take a drink when a fanfic:
Az calls C a gorgeous creature. Creature being the opportune descriptor.
Az calls C a good boy
C’s body is stripped down and described in exacting detail from flowing ginger hair to washboard abs
Az never gets undressed or only rolls his sleeves and unfastens his bow tie and never gets a glow-description even in C’s POV cus ew fatty
Az is StRoNg and it’s his only positive descriptor accompanied by why he can do to C
Az doesn’t get to come or is only an afterthought cus C has lost all coherence and can’t or doesn’t want to reciprocate because he’s vulnerable ^tm and shuddering ^tm and his amber eyes are so narrowed in pleasure he just can’t do anything for az.
Every other character and OC wants to fuck C and think Az is a gross old fatty, cannot understand why C is with him, and C never defends Az to the people who want to Fuck him. He just lets them trash Aziraphale.
Az is jealous and angry because everyone else wants to fuck sexy crop top C and nobody give the time of day to az. He takes it out on Crowley.
Az as an angel is embarrassed and horrified by his fat or build or looks even though he chose his own body and has no self esteem because no one else likes him either and Crowley only reassures he wants him because of his strength or what he can do for C, not by how he is or how he looks
C never really ends up touching az during a whole ass sex scene cuz ew fat. No soft tummy or curve of calf descriptions here from Crowley’s POV. But be assured az touches him in exacting detail, rib, hipbone, clavicle, navel, suprasternal notch, skin, curl of bare foot all described lovingly and vulnerable^tm. Az is fat and has wrists if he’s lucky.
Only Az is ace because the author thinks fat people don’t fuck or only fat people are ace. (I’m ace and this one sticks out to me vividly. Take 2 drinks.) C fucks everyone and once he gets with az, az is fine with him continuing to fuck everyone outside the relationship cuz he needs it even though it makes az jealous or insecure, but he gives In so C can get what he deserves. The imbalance is never addressed.
Aziraphale is top, not because that just happens to be the dynamic the author elected and both A and C are active, interested participants, but because C is very obviously coded as a weakling crying so overwhelmed by sex he had to just sprawl there and be slender with long hair draped over his shoulders. Aziraphale can’t be a bottom cuz he’s strong and fat and tough and beats up his competition for Crowley’s affections like a feral beast. Besides, fat people can’t bottom, hahaha, right? How would weak sensitive Crowley even have the fortitude or the desire to do something to an ugly fat guy the author doesn’t want to rail?
Az has to apologize extensively for everything he’s even done canon or fanon. C is perfect.
Even though book and series az is the one who wants to perform magic for people and dance with others, fic az is embarrassed or doesn’t want anyone to look at him.
C is such a shuddering weakling he can barley hold himself up, let alone a hippo like az
Az hates children and is mean to them or kids think he’s a creepy pedo cuz all gay men are pedos, amirite. C gathers orphans and sneaks babies on the ark and is motherly. She is beautiful and feminine.
Drink your whole beverage if it’s VERY obvious the author dislikes Aziraphale as a character even when the things they dislike are fanon and not canon, are obsessed with a fanon Crowley construction who doesn’t resemble book/series/radio Crowley at all, but author wants hits and kudos from people reading the Aziraphale/Crowley tag.
Brought to you by 1 month of attempting to read through other people’s rec lists of even pre-series fanfic. Shuddering, weak young Crowley all the angels, humans, and demons want to fuck inexplicably paired with 100% bastard badass ugly fat old Aziraphale all the angels and demons hate and all the humans dislike and berate for his horrible treatment of poor, sweet vulnerable Crowley has been going on Loooooooong before DT ever played him.
sadly i would die before i could finish the game either from alcohol poisoning or from grimacing too much
Thank you, this is my second alcohol poisoning, although I have only read a couple of points
Whoa, I didn’t realize that it was so deliberate, I honestly thought it was unconscious
Scary, scary.
Gonna add on to this: From the other side of the bar, I see this crap all the time. Seriously. I work at a high-density bar, and let me tell you, I have anywhere from 10-20 guys every night come up and tell me to, “serve her a stronger drink, I’m trying to get lucky tonight, know what I mean?” usually accompanied with a wink and a gesture at a girl who, in my experience, is going to go from mildly buzzed to definitively hammered if I keep serving her. Now, I like to think I’m a responsible bartender, so I usually tell guys like that to piss off, and, if I can, try to tell the girl’s more sober friends that they need to keep an eye on her. But everyone- just so you know, most of the time, when someone you don’t know is buying you a drink, they’re NOT doing it out of a sense of cordiality, they’re buying you a drink for the sole purpose of making you let your guard down. So:
Tips for getting drinks-
1. ALWAYS GO TO THE BAR TO GET YOUR OWN DRINK, DO NOT LET STRANGERS CARRY YOUR DRINKS. This is an opportune time for dropping something into your cocktail, and you’re none the wiser.
2.IF YOU ORDER SOMETHING NON-ALCOHOLIC, I promise you, the bartender doesn’t give two shits that you’re not drinking cocktails with your friends, and often, totally understands that you don’t want to let your guard down around strangers. Usually, you can just tell the bartender that you’d like something light, and that’s a big clue to us that you’re uncomfortable with whomever you’re standing next to. Again, we see this all the time.
3. If you’re in a position to where you feel uncomfortable not ordering alcohol:
Here’s a list of light liquors, and mixers that won’t get you drunk, and will still look like an actual cocktail:
X-rated + sprite = easy to drink, sweet, and 12% alcoholic content. Not strong at all, usually runs $6-$8, depending on your state.
Amaretto + sour= sweet, not strong, 26%.
Peach Schnapps+ ginger ale= tastes like mellow butterscotch, 24%.
Melon liquor (Midori, in most bars) + soda water = not overly sweet, 21%
Coffee liquor (Kahlua) +soda = not super sweet, 20%.
Hope this helps someone out!
Backing this up from years of bar tending.
Adding to this:
When I was a fresh bartender, I had a couple sitting in the corner, already drinking when I started my shift. They seemed like they knew each other really well considering how much they had their hands on one another. But I still came by and asked if they were okay. The man just waved me off while the woman said, “I need some water.”
The man laughed it off and told me, “She doesn’t need any water. She’s fine.”
She was not fine. Clearly. I decided I was going to cut the two off anyway and bring them some water. As I was filling up the glasses, I heard the woman say, “Stop. I said no. I don’t feel good.”
Her tone and attitude changed instantly. She kept pushing his hand away when he reached for her face, turned her head away when he tried to kiss her. Loudly told him, “Stop. I’m done for tonight.”
So I made sure to refill her water the moment she finished it, and I stayed within earshot of them the whole night. And every time I did, the man got mad at me, told me to leave them alone. Their friends were there, surrounding them and told me that those two always fought when they were drunk and apologized, so I relaxed a little. But the last time I refilled her drink, I heard a loud crash.
She fell out of her stool and hit her head on the floor. And he calmly drank his drink. Their friends didn’t even blink. I jumped over the bar to tend to her and he just said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take her home. She always ends up like this. She drinks too much.”
But it didn’t sound right.
Then the woman began convulsing.
I yelled for the other bartender to call 911 and when I did, the guy suddenly disappeared. I tried asking thr friends questions about him and they just blew it off as the woman being a black our drunk. And one of them said, “We’ll get her home. Don’t worry.”
But when thr EMTs showed up with the police, they all disappeared too.
A few days later the woman came with an attorney. She asked me and the other bartender who worked before me some questions. Turns out, she didn’t know any of those people. They weren’t her friends or her boyfriend. They had met that night, when the guy asked her if he could buy her a drink. At the hospital, they found traces of Rohypnol in her system.
The guy had Roofied her. And his friends were in on it.
The security camera footage showed he had put something in her drink when she left for the bathroom before my shift.
So seriously, it happens. You haveto be careful with your drinks! Always watch it, don’t let anyone handle it, and take it with you wherever you go–even the bathroom. Or if you’re a regular at that bar, ask the bartender to put it behind the bar. We’ll do it.
Rb for that last add, don’t ever worry about being polite! Protect urself!
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Never EVER trust men
Take it one further, never, ever, trust strangers. Look, I’ve flown wing man with many a friend, gay, straight, and any other stripe of the rainbow. I’m your drink watcher, I’m the sober driver, I’m getting everyone home. Unless we’ve agreed, in advance, that you aren’t coming home with me…and even then you get a status check before you split. I’ve seen women play just as dirty as men. It’s great to have drinks bought for you, but you owe them nothing. Remember, you didn’t ask that person to buy you a drink, they just did. If you don’t have a watcher, and the bar can’t cover, either finish the drink before the bathroom, take it in with you, or simply never finish it. You didn’t buy it, you aren’t out anything!
Non-alcoholic drinks that look like booze:
Seltzer water or club soda with a wedge of lime or lemon
Ginger ale or Sprite with a splash of grenadine (aka Shirley Temple)
Spicy V-8 or tomato juice
Coke and grenadine (aka Roy Rogers)
Iced tea and lemonade (aka an Arnold Palmer)
Kombucha
Sparkling cider or grape juice
You can also ask for virgin mojitos, daiquiris, or pretty much any fancy cocktail - bartenders have plenty of simple syrups and juices they can combine for something spectacular without a drop of alcohol.
Reblogging for this last list especially because guys, don’t assume how much alcohol you can handle if you don’t know.
El Camino prompted me to renew my vows at the altar of Vince Gilligan, so I’m catching up on Better Call Saul, and this tribute just made my heart soar.
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I know Oda consistently draws post-timeskip Zoro as malnourished and dehydrated to show all those muscles, but I legitimately think soft strongman beefcake is peak Zoro design. You know Mihawk was telling Zoro about macros and micros, proteins, rest days, recovery meals, and through sheer force of will alone forced Zoro to stop substituting alcohol for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I will never be convinced post-ts Zoro is anything but this
honestly i think he’d look amazing with a body like Sasaki, but conservatively.. he should be a barrel
Might go visit the fam soon & on one hand if they say something about my weight my efforts will be validated but on the other I sooooo do not want to talk about it
Like I want to have noticeably lost weight and I also want nobody to talk to me about my body ever plz do not perceive me
Morrowind was not a pleasant place. Seyrena had known that even before the prison ship had docked in the waters of Seyda Neen. Even the other Dunmer in Cyrodiil spoke of the ashy air, unpleasant patrons, and the lingering scent of tar that followed wherever one went. The province was disagreeable even at its best, and on nights like tonight she longed for rolling hills and sweet-smelling lavender fields of Cyrodiil.
Because… well, Cyrodiil was her home, was it not? It was the only place she ever remembered being. Cyrodiil was where she grew up, where she learned her trade and fell in love for the first time and where she’d made her mistakes. Mistakes that had landed her here. In Morrowind. A hot, unfamiliar, wretched land.
It should be unfamiliar, at least. Recently it had felt more and more like home. She did not want Morrowind to feel like home. She never asked for any of this. She never asked to be the savior of an ancestral land she’d never even been to. She never asked to be the incarnate of a man who’d died so long ago his existence was unfathomable. Never asked to be forced to bring the downfall of three fervently worshipped gods, one of whom had given her a welcome she did not deserve. Never asked to have to stand over the corpses of two mer who she apparently once called friends in a life she didn’t remember. Never asked tofeel like she’d killed her own friends.
Seyrena sighed deeply and took another swig of the unknown drink. It tasted like guar piss but it got her intoxicated and that was all she cared about. That, and the fact that the patrons of the small tavern in Pelagiad hadn’t a clue who she was. If she had to hear the title ‘Nerevarine’ one more time she would certainly slice the fingers off of whatever poor soul it was who’d said it.
No, to the Dunmer of the Halfway Tavern she was just any old Empire-assimilated Dunmer. An outlander; a term she’d hated when she first arrived in Morrowind but longed to be called again. She was an outlander. Her own personal feelings of the Empire aside, she was of the Empire. Raised in Cyrodiil. There was nothing else she knew and nothing else she wanted to know.
A year ago that was how it had been. The alcohol in her hand let her pretend that’s how it still was.
“If you’re not careful there, elf, you’ll drink yourself to death with that,” A voice mumbled from a few feet beside her. She looked up from the corner she was sitting in. A grizzly-looking Nord man sat on the bench to the right of her, watching the bard sing and swing with harsh eyes. His clothes were splattered with dirt and grime and his hand gripped a large wooden mug. The stench of alcohol filled her nose even with his distance from her and she wondered how he was one to talk.
“I can handle my drinks just fine, Nord,” She replied coolly, also averting her eyes to the bard. A pretty young Breton woman playing the lute and singing tales of dragons. Seyrena was glad there were no songs written about her feats just yet.
The man laughed a hearty but mocking laugh and she scowled at him. She hadn’t said anything funny.
“You Dark Elves wouldn’t know drink if it slapped you in the arse,” He was looking at her now with a dangerously mocking smile.
“Well, I grew up in Cyrodiil so I’d wager I know more than you think I do,” She took another sip of her drink as if to prove a point. “And whatever this is, it’s certainly better than that poor excuse for alcohol you call mead.”
He laughed again, and again she did not know what she said that was so funny.
“Imperials are even worse!” He managed to breathe out between howling laughs. He was obviously very drunk if he found a conversation about beverages so hilarious. Seyrena turned away from him and went back to festering in her own misery and regret and longing for a life that no longer existed. She’d rather that than any sort of conversation with a drunken man.
Apparently the gods were again, not on her side and Nords were unable to take obvious hints, because he continued speaking to her. Spoke to her about his homeland(“If this were Skyrim I’d teach you a thing or two about mead, lass”), about how he was grateful the Empire was reigning in the uncivilized Dunmer(“Imperials are good for something, at least”), and finally, about the pretty little Breton girl dancing along to her tunes.
“They don’t make them like that in Skyrim,” He grunted, watching the bard with a look that made Seyrena’s stomach twist. “We Nords are beasts of men, good for fighting and drinking. But it makes for unflattering women at the very least.”
Her anger was only growing at this point, fingertips clenching into her own fists. The young woman was simply trying to make coin, perform, and havefun. She didn’t need some malodorous man twice her age commenting on her appearance. If Skyrim was so much better then maybe he should return.
“Is that why you’re here instead of Skyrim? Because of the unflatteringwomen?” Her tone was cold but the man was too drunk to notice.
“Ha! No, despite her flaws I’d return in a heartbeat, if I could. I’ve been exiled for one reason or another.”
Well, wasn’t that poetic.
The Nord stood, steadying himself on a wooden post and slamming his mug on the table. Seyrena narrowed her eyes.
“Well, I’d best be off. Better if I talk to the bard before some other skeever can get his hands on- hey! W-What’re ‘ya doin’?”
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or her desire to protect the Breton girl, or maybe it was just because she’d had the worst year of her life. But Seyrena found herself with her longsword drawn and pointed to the Nord’s throat, his eyes wide with fear and hands up in surrender. So much for the mighty warrior.
She was also, suddenly, very aware of the people in the room with her; as they’d all turned to stare at the quiet Dunmer in the corner with her sword to a man. Pelagiad was a quiet and no-nonsense settlement. They weren’t quite sure what to make of the scene. And then, her voice rang out from the crowd.
“Rena? What on Nirn-“
Mehra pushed her way to the front of the forming crowd. She looked as beautiful as ever, dressed in a quaint traveler’s garb with her hickory-colored hair let loose to fall over her shoulders. She looked quite different from the Temple-apprentice Seyrena had met what felt like so long ago; older, only by a year, but her eyes held the same burden Seyrena’s did. Seyrena swallowed. Mehra didn’t deserve to be weighed down by her troubles.
Mehra pulled her ash-cover down from over her face, looking incredulously at the scene Seyrena had created. Seyrena couldn’t fully tell if the look on her face was one of disappointment or defeat.
Before her lover could even get a word out, Drelasa came marching over, huffing something about outlanders. Seyrena rolled her eyes.
“Mehra, I am fond of you but if your friend is going to cause scenes in my tavern you’ll never see the inside of it again!” Drelasa wagged her finger in Mehra’s face and Seyrena had the impulse to swing her sword and cut it off.
“I know, Publican, I-“ Mehra turned to Seyrena, her eyes pleading. “Rena, please. It’s a day long trip back to Seyda Neen.”
Seyrena scoffed and looked back to the Nord who was now backed up against the wall. “You leave that girl alone or I’ll cut off your hands and stitch your lips shut.”
The Nord nodded, and she lowered her sword. He scurried off like a mouse out of the Inn to the border of the Ascadian Isles and the Bitter Coast.
She defeatedly let Mehra take her sword from her and place it back in its sheath on her back. The Publican was still watching them, arms crossed and tapping her foot.
“It won’t happen again, Drelasa. I apologize on behalf of both of us.” Mehra sounded sincerely sorry and Seyrena felt a pang of guilt.
“You’re damn right it won’t happen again. B’vehk, it’s every other night with you two.”
Mehra took Seyrena’s hand and led her to their room. The latter Dunmer’s head was held low, not out of shame but in an effort to keep any patron from doing a double-take on her. “Hey, aren’t you that…”
When the two reached privacy, Mehra’s fist promptly collided with Seyrena’s shoulder. Much harder than she’d expected the mage would’ve been capable of.
“Ow,” She muttered, rubbing the raw skin. Mehra’s gaze was as fiery as her palms in battle, and Seyrena found herself unable to meet it.
“Why do you do these things to us? Do you want to have to walk miles in ash to find a new place to stay again?”
“He was being a s’wit,” She silently cursed herself for using the Dunmeris term. This was not her home.
“So was the Imperial Guardsman in Suran, and the Telvanni Noble in Sadrith Mora, oh! And, of course, the poor fellow who simply wanted your autograph in-“
“Alright! Alright, I get it. I ruin everything I touch. I’m sorry.”
Seyrena took a seat on the bed and pulled Mehra to stand in front of her. Apologies weren’t her strong suit. It was hard to apologize to someone else for your actions when you couldn’t forgive yourself for them. So, she intertwined their hands and looked up at her with the most apologetic eyes she could muster, her actions speaking the words that got lost in her throat.
Mehra sighed. “You don’t ruin everything.”
“I do.”
“You don’t. In fact, you make many things quite grand,” She smiled and Seyrena, who smiled back despite herself. “You saved me, for instance. You saved Morrowind. Twice.”
Seyrena’s smile dropped and she moved away from the other woman, laying down on the bed and turning the other way. She wished Morrowind just did not exist at this moment.
“I doomed it, more like,” She said. “Doomed to it to a future of political discourse and perhaps even religious wars.”
“That is inevitable for this country.”
Seyrena made a sound of exasperation and sat up again. “You don’t understand, Mehra. I know what is good for Morrowind. I don’t know how and I truly wish I didn’t, but I do. And this was not. Yes, Dagoth Ur had to die. The Blight had to end. But how can you diminish everything a country believes in, how can you kill-“ Her voice caught and tears threatened to spill from her eyes, which she absolutely would not allow. “How can you kill a goddess who has spent thousands of years keeping a country and it’s people afloat and expect everything to be the same, or better?”
“Almalexia went mad. It wasn’t your fault.”
“But she wouldn’t have!” Seyrena cried, frustrated that Mehra couldn’t understand what she was saying. “She wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for my existence! Everyone keeps telling me I am a blessing, that this prophecy Azura created is a blessing; it’s a curse, Mehra. It’s a curse of vengeance and I don’t want to be a part of it. I never did. I don’t want this,” The Moon-And-Star ring slipped off her finger and was thrown across the room. The tears were now falling freely from Seyrena’s face. “I’d rather have been executed for my crimes in Cyrodiil. It would’ve been merciful.”
Mehra was quiet, and now she was the one who couldn’t look at Seyrena. It was silent for what could’ve been hours.
“There’s so much blood on my hands and no matter how often I wash them it won’t go away. Please, just make it go away.”
Still not speaking, Mehra pulled the Nerevarine into her arms and held her as she sobbed. There were no words that could be spoken to comfort her at that moment, she knew that. But it broke her heart to watch the woman who she viewed as a hero come undone before her.
Eventually Seyrena pulled away from her, dried tears stuck to her face. Her eyes were wide and bright and Mehra wanted to latch onto her before she realized the vulnerability she’d showed and promptly went to bed.
“I want to go east,” She said, surprising Mehra.
“East? Like, back to Azura’s Coast? I suppose-“
The Nerevarine shook her head. “No. Farther. I want to leave Tamriel. I want to see something else, anything else.”
Mehra’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “But-“ She’d heard stories of other continents on Nirn, and none of them were good.
For a moment she believed her beloved had lost her mind right there and then. That the stress was too much to handle. But Seyrena’s eyes were dead serious and her composure was eerily calm.
Your freshmen year of college had been pleasant, peaceful even. You’d been rooming with someone just as studious and academically driven as you. She’d been quiet and considerate, and sometimes you’d even study together.
Nothing of much interest had happened that first year and before you knew it, the year had come to an end. The summer was likely spent relaxing and vacationing, hanging out with friends, and going to parties for most students.
For you, it had been spent visiting home and tutoring to earn some extra cash to pay for the new textbooks you’d need for the upcoming semester.
When you got back to campus, you were excited to see your new roommate, whom you’d befriended the previous year. So you’d been surprised when you’d arrived at your dorm to be met with a complete stranger.
Your old roommate had applied for a transfer to their dream school and gotten accepted. You’d felt a little sad at the time, wishing they’d at least said goodbye.
I want a relationship where we can get drunk at midnight, just the two of us, and sit up talking and making out all night, and go to the beach at four in the morning. I want someone who’s down for adventure. I want someone who will go camping with me, and boating, and fishing, and travel. I want someone who wants me for life. I want passion that doesn’t burn out.
Water signs are more apt to develop addictions. Whether they be harmful or beneficial, water signs tend to crave distraction from the depth of emotion they carry. Pisces is more likely to get addicted to jogging or juicing or painting. Cancer, right in the middle, is more attracted to mild depressants (alcohol, pills) and mild stimulants (adhd meds, mdma). Scorpio is drawn to hallucinogens and painkillers.
The ups and downs of working from a (very small) rented home: an under-the-stairs ‘office’. I’ve been trying to commit to working here every day instead of being tempted to the sofa or a cushion on the rug… Last week I asked you for your best working-from-home advice over on instagram, and I’ve compiled them with some of my own recommendations and thoughts.
When I was 13 or 14 I was really close with a few people: the person I was dating at the time, and two other friends. We all went to school together and hung out at lunch, after class, etc. There was maybe 6 or 7 other people we’d hang out with as well – give or take, and some others not so consistently (sort of redundant information to the story, but what I am getting at is, we did have other friends). Anyways, again, I was 13 or 14, and my relationship with this person I was dating wasn’t the most healthy and certainly destined to end eventually. It really wasn’t a good relationship, but I was 14. I was insecure and confused and overall terrified of the fact that I had no idea what to expect from my life. We both ‘lost our virginity’ to one another, as well, so regardless of how petty it seems now, it was really painful to confront the inevitability of losing the comfort of somebody’s companionship – especially one you’re told will make everything better if you can just *hold on* to it.
We were all hanging out at my boyfriend’s house. Ryan, Tanner, Sean, Hayden, me, and my boyfriend Zach. Me and Zach would usually go into another room to make out for a bit, and come back to the group after all that was out of our systems. This time, we did not make out. I honestly forget how exactly it happened, but essentially, I was crushed. Again, it doesn’t matter how petty it seems now, I was hurting a lot. In my first rush of thoughts, my two biggest questions were, “All our friends are mutual - who are they going to choose?” and “Where am I going to go once I leave this room?”. I didn’t live in the area. I was going to school in the area my mom worked, because it was nicer than where we lived. So, these were legitimate questions.
Eventually we both went downstairs. Everybody was hanging out in the opened garage, and I walked in having no idea what was going to happen. We told everybody the things. It was pretty awkward. I was definitely crying or something close to it. One of the two other people I was really close to was there, Hayden. We’d been friends for a few years. We actually went on a few dates when we first met. It was as intense as dating somebody when you’re 13 can get. I spent some time with him and his family a few times. We all got along well, but it didn’t really work out. It was a fairly clean break up considering the context. More recently (at the time) we had a choir class together, and spent most of that period telling one another jokes and doing stupid things you do in high school. We clicked really well. Mostly goofy interactions, but we had had a good handful of serious/sincere conversations. So, part of me was hoping he would be my friend for this real tough thing I was dealing with, but I didn’t want to make anybody “choose” anybody, so it was a hope I decided not to act upon.
A few minutes of I don’t even know what went by, and me and Hayden were walking away from my now ex-boyfriend’s house. He had immediately come to my side and asked me if he could do essentially everything I was way too concerned would be unfair to ask of him or any of my friends. I called my mom and asked if I could stay the night at his place. They’d met; she knew of our close friendship; she sort of knew his parents, so they all talked and decided it was alright. I felt pretty lonely at home around that time, my mom knew it, and hated it, but she’s really sweet at the core, so, that’s how that happened.
Me and Hayden walked and talked for a while. Again, with the things I couldn’t ask, he offered without any insinuation on my part. He said he’d hang out with me at lunch and after school, he said what all my other friends couldn’t really say for reasons which I could understand and respect.
I knew we had become very close over the last year, but I was still really surprised at how quickly he had come to my side to offer support. Even looking back now, he was just, a really really wonderful friend.
A few weeks later my mom got laid off, and I had to move to the school district near our house. I was honestly a little relieved, because, heartache.
Fast forward a few months and I’m a sad teenager, but doing alright considering. Me and Hayden talked for a while and kind of gradually got caught up in our own thing. We lost touch.
Fast forward another few months. The last time me and Hayden had spoken we didn’t leave it on good terms. There was some emotional issue with the both of us. I think it came down to we both cared a lot about one another and were having a hard time staying friends with living so far and figuring our own stuff out. We’d been impatient with one another a few times and got fed up. One of us IM’d the other on MySpace (hah, myspace), and we apologized for whatever had happened. We were talking like we had been the whole time. I was relieved. I had missed his friendship. He communicated the same and invited me to this party thing that was going on a few days later. I lived very far, and my mom would not have approved. But, I was excited about seeing him again sometime soon.
A few days after that (the night of the party), I’m sitting in my living room on the computer and I get a phone call from Zach. We’ve talked a few times since our break up, but weren’t on good enough terms for random phone calls. We greet one another, and then he says, “Hayden got hit by a car”. I don’t know what this means, so I ask. He says “He’s still alive but it’s bad, and he’s in the hospital.”
I don’t know what to say. I have too many things to process at once. So I leave the phone call. I go to my room for a while and just, try to process what Zach told me. I don’t know how to do that, so I’m just staring at a wall quietly.
My mom comes in to see what’s up, and I tell her what’s going on. I didn’t really know what was going on, but I told her.
Over the next few days I learn that it was really bad. It was a large truck that didn’t see him until it was feet away. He was J-Walking across a curved road with little light and visibility. He was with his girlfriend, Lindsay. She didn’t get hit, but she saw it, and she was there to get help.
He was in the hospital. Really really beat up. They put him in an induced coma. A lot of his insides were very swollen. Including his brain; they wanted to give him a chance to come back from that before doing anything else. He was on life support.
His family offered an open invitation to anybody who wanted to come and see him. A lot of people did. My mom dropped me off at the hospital. A lot of friends I hadn’t seen for a while were there. Plus a ton of people from the school I had gone to earlier in the year.
We were all standing out in the hall waiting to go in. His family was staying in a room in the hospital nearby. They came out to thank everybody for coming. His mom saw me and said “it’s you.” Hugged me really big, and cried a little. I don’t remember what I said, but I know I didn’t cry. I was really blocked up, and scared.
A few minutes later they took a group of us in to see him. I watched some people I knew well, and others I did not got up to his bedside and talk to him. I don’t remember what they said. I stood toward the back of the room, watching them, and trying to look at him for longer than a few seconds. It took a lot of effort. His mom, who is quite religious, said something along the lines of “He really cares a lot about you. I know it would mean a lot for him to hear you. Say hi!”
I walked up a few feet and said “. Uh. Hey, Hayden” and returned to where I had been standing.
Over the next week I hung out with Lindsay and mine and Hayden’s mutual school friends. We drank a lot. And did some drugs. We had terrible coping skills. It was really strange and, strange. We didn’t know what else to do.
There were two songs I really liked at the time that immediately became my “this is how I feel about this whole thing – more specifically about my relationship with Hayden” songs:
I was listening to the second one when I found out that they were taking him off life support the next day. I don’t remember much else about the day. I cried. I’d cried once or twice before, but only for one-two minute increments, and I was always alone – intentionally. This time I was with other people, and we all cried for a long while. We were also very drunk, and I don’t remember the rest of the day.
His memorial service was scheduled for three or four days later. I was planning to go, but somehow my mom convinced me that I should go and visit my aunt and uncle in New Mexico. So I flew out there. They’re really sweet people. It was nice, but I do wish I had been there for the memorial.
The last time I talked to Hayden, he said two things which I still think about from time to time. The first was that he really needed to get new shoes. When he was crossing the street, he tripped while he was running, and I’ve thought a lot about, ya know, what if.
The second thing was “Bye (my legal name here)… . “
I thought that was pretty strange, but didn’t want to read too into it or pry. We were connecting again and I was just happy to have his friendship back in my life.
The last thing I said to him was “Haha. Bye Hayden.”
I heard from a few people after about how Hayden had recently spoken upon how much he cared for me. Recently as in weeks before he got into the accident. I guess maybe he wanted me to ask about the ellipses so he could say that. It’s pretty bittersweet, really. Even now. It’s been. . about eight years now.
He was a really great friend. He wasn’t perfect. He said ignorant stuff sometimes, and he had a lot of growing up to do. And that’s what hurts now. There’s no guarantee that he would have been a wonderful person if he had the opportunity, but I still wish he had it. He deserved it just as much as anybody else.
Sometimes I wish I had somehow gone to that party he invited me to, but I probably wouldn’t have had a very good time.
I’m really happy we were friends, and I’m really happy we talked and made plans for more of that before he passed.
a/n: Fun fact, this is the first thing I ever wrote for BTS. I just never felt like changing it to second person.
I stare out at the chaos of the airport arrivals station. Cars honk, bumper to bumper. People cry, people shout, people smile. Suitcases and duffle bags are tossed and dragged every which way.
But I stand, motionless, looking for an unknown car carrying a stranger to me. I’m somewhere I’ve never been before on a new adventure.
Not that I need this adventure. Not that I had to get away. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
“Hey!” Someone shouts. “Hey!” the same voice shouts. “Over here!” Along with a few other people, I turn towards the shouting. A man hangs out the side of a car, arm outstretched, smiling so wide his eyes turn into crescents under a pink fringe.
“Ji…min?” I call back hesitantly. He said he had pink hair.
“It is you!” He verifies before swerving the car out of the oncoming traffic and to the curb. He hops out and is by my side in two steps. He still has the same wide smile. “Hey!” He says, again. I try to smile, but the jet lag makes it tough to share his excitement.
series summary ↣ all jimin wanted to do was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. but, with you by his side, he might be enjoying it more than he cares to admit.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. ot6)
genre ↣ arranged marriage au, fallen idol au｜fluff, angst, smut
chapter warnings ↣nsfw(18+) but also a sickEning amount of fluff, unprotected penetrative sex (contraception is used), not a lot of foreplay but it’s all very soft, hints of dom!jimin but still v soft, a bit of cum play and cum tasting, creampie, some fingering, some mild dirty talk, praise kink, jimin says get consent or perish, it’s all supposed to be just sweet n cute, mild alcohol consumption, language
chapter notes ↣ the chapter title is taken from the lifehouse song! this one is mostly just fluff and smut (finally). i’m sorry it’s so long idk what happened! hope you guys like it anyways! xx
Before moving to Seoul, you had been particular about researching everything about the city, down to every last, seemingly insignificant detail. In anticipation of every situation you could possibly face in the unfamiliar metropolis—you had packed meticulously, making sure to include appropriate clothing, countless Seoul-living reference books, and comfort items you knew you would miss from home.
Upon arriving, you had been completely confident that there was nothing in Seoul that could surprise you. You knew what weather to expect, how to navigate between any two points within the city limits, where to go for the best barbecue.
But the universe was hell-bent on proving you wrong, it seemed.
Because you certainly had not been prepared for the events of the past week. Not the cheeky cuddles on the couch, not the endearing texting throughout the day, and definitely not the shy, lingering kisses before work.
Neither of you dared to ask the question of what it all meant, too insecure in your blossoming feelings to risk destroying everything with the terrifying reality that the two of you were due to get married in less than a month. The circumstances weren’t exactly conducive to a budding relationship, and you both knew this would only serve as complications in the grand scheme of things.
But when it was only the two of you, just stolen glances and lingering touches intimately shared, it was all too easy to pretend that none of those problems were real. Jimin seemed dead-set on proving to you that your leap of faith would be worth it, and you selfishly couldn’t stop yourself from indulging.
a/n: here is my hell piece for the intoxicated collab <3 yes it is a direct follow up to caged my yuudai drabble (read it first!!!), yes i copied the banner from caged to use on here bc i am lazy and there r no yuudai caps, do not perceive me <3
dedicated to my wife @pomsuki <33 happy (belated) birthday pommie <3 let yuudai into your heart ;)
18+ university age | pls read all warnings
warnings:drug use (weed), alcohol use, dub/noncon (reader is thouroughly inebriated), size kink, no condom, uh no real prep (what’s new with me), some toxic behavior, manipulation
Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
Oh you know just yelan and shenhe having a brunch date thing going on while they spy on xingqiu and chongyun who are currently on a “date” [it was never confirmed to be one so;~;]. Yelan and Shenhe have a mutual agreement that they [xingqiu and chongyun] need to have eyes on the pair because they noticed chongyun acts funny when he’s around xingqiu. like he gets all flustered and shit. so they are dressed up all fancy [by fancy i mean like bougie rich aunts ofc] with sunglasses while they sit and sip cocktails. Yelan is having a mimosa and Shenhe is having a bloody mary. [ahem ahoho] anyways they somehow ended up not paying attention to xingqiu and chongyun and like ¾ the time they were literally in their own bubble and about to makeout with each other.
Oh you know just yelan and shenhe having a brunch date thing going on while they spy on xingqiu and chongyun who are currently on a “date” [it was never confirmed to be one so;~;]. Yelan and Shenhe have a mutual agreement that they [xingqiu and chongyun] need to have eyes on the pair because they noticed chongyun acts funny when he’s around xingqiu. like he gets all flustered and shit. so they are dressed up all fancy [by fancy i mean like bougie rich aunts ofc] with sunglasses while they sit and sip cocktails. Yelan is having a mimosa and Shenhe is having a bloody mary. [ahem ahoho] anyways they somehow ended up not paying attention to xingqiu and chongyun and like ¾ the time they were literally in their own bubble and about to makeout with each other.
Oh you know just yelan and shenhe having a brunch date thing going on while they spy on xingqiu and chongyun who are currently on a “date” [it was never confirmed to be one so;~;]. Yelan and Shenhe have a mutual agreement that they [xingqiu and chongyun] need to have eyes on the pair because they noticed chongyun acts funny when he’s around xingqiu. like he gets all flustered and shit. so they are dressed up all fancy [by fancy i mean like bougie rich aunts ofc] with sunglasses while they sit and sip cocktails. Yelan is having a mimosa and Shenhe is having a bloody mary. [ahem ahoho] anyways they somehow ended up not paying attention to xingqiu and chongyun and like ¾ the time they were literally in their own bubble and about to makeout with each other.
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