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wish you were sober hits so hard and i've never looked at alcohol in my life.
#19 BUT YOU ACT 25 NOW#KNEES WEAK BUT YOU TALK PRETTY PROUD WOWW#RIPPED JEANS AND A CUP THAT YOU JUST DOWN#TAKE ME WHERE THE MUSIC AINT TOO LOUD#REAL SWEET BUT I WISH YOU WERE SOBER#fi'noijhotijhsokgd#I WISH YOU WERE SOBER#conan gray
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My Kind of Cornelia Street | for HIM
And I hope I never lose you, I hope it never ends...
Love stories have a way of enchanting us, capturing our hearts with their unique blend of emotions and moments that stay with us forever. This is a story about a 17-year-old boy, whose passion for basketball was matched only by the love he bestowed upon a special someone. On the fateful night of May 13, 2023, under the mesmerizing lights of street 7, a beautiful connection blossomed leaving an indelible mark on our hearts.
Block 7. The street where that magical moment happened. Although I wished he was sober, I know that everything was real. A drunk tongue is an honest one, they say. His charisma and skill on the court were undeniable, making him an influential figure in the community. As fate would have it, our paths crossed one sunny afternoon at the local basketball court during a basketball league. I always come and watch my cousin's games to show my support, and there I met him which he happened to also be my cousin's friend. We soon found ourselves immersed in friendly conversations, sharing laughs and just me casually shouting and distracting him so that his shot wont go in. Our connection grew stronger with each passing game, and we became friends.
On that unforgettable night of May 13, 2023, the air buzzed with excitement as the people in our village gathered. It was the village's 'fiesta'. The court was alive with the sounds of the bands playing songs. Some of us drank the so called 'Gin' and 'Alfonso' that night, and I was there trying to take care of them all as the oldest in the group. Everything was going well as what I expected it to be, not until he asked me to bring him home, and I forgot to mention that he is drunk. My heart was pounding so loud, and I only hoped that he won't hear it. As we were on our way to his house, on street 7 he stopped and looked at me in the eyes, then he held my hands. I laughed to ease my nervousness away. We continued walking and now we are in front of his house.
"Go inside, you're drunk" were the only words that I have said. He stopped and looked at me again, he pouted, cute. "Can I have a hug first?" he asked. I was startled and wasn't sure about what to do. This man, asking for a hug, is my ex. Putting my nervousness aside, I proceeded to hug him, and he answered back with a kiss on my forehead. In that brief instant, time seemed to stand still, conveying a depth of emotions that words could never capture. It was a simple yet profound gesture that spoke volumes about his feelings, igniting a spark of love within me that I never expected.
'He's drunk, it's not real' I thought...walking away from his house as he already went inside. I repeated those words when I went back to the party, although I wished he was sober. It can't be true, he is my ex, he does not love me anymore. He loved new girls after me, I am sure he moved on already. That's right, I was denying about it again and again, but I know for sure that everything that happened that night was real.
The night of May 13, 2023, forever became a cherished memory, etched into the depths of my heart. Our connection, born on the basketball court, grew stronger that evening. It was a moment that transcended the boundaries of the game, revealing the vulnerability and tenderness that can exist between two people.
Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it. The sweet and innocent kiss on my forehead, shared on Block 7, became a symbol of our budding love story, reminding us of the power of connection and the beauty of unexpected moments. As we continue to navigate our lives, we hold onto the memories of that special night, knowing that love can blossom in the most unexpected places, like the street 7 of Villa Susana.
If I were the sun and you were the sky, I'd never set. I'd hover above the edge of the water waiting for you to shine your stars on me so I could become bigger than what I am.
I am brighter when I am with you.
...I'll never walk Cornelia street again.
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this with hawks or katsuki 😭🗣https://youtube.com/shorts/nAARZhCZydk?feature=share
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a/n. OKAY first of all, i apologize for taking so long to respond to this ask! second of all, i modified the prompt from it being a childhood friends to lovers trope to an au where reader is bakugou's long-term sidekick of two years, just so that we won't diverge too much from canon! (part 2)
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"hey, dumbass."
you look up from the mission report you've been sticking your nose in for the past half hour. "i thought i told you to stop calling me that."
at that, he smirks. "you'd rather i call you 'extra'?"
"i'd prefer it if you called me by my hero name, Mr. Dynamight."
his eyebrow twitches at the sound of his moniker. "i thought i told you to stop calling me 'mister'."
you shrug. if he's playing the game, you will too.
"well," you cock your head to the side, "tough luck, huh?"
you drop your gaze back to the document before you can catch the infamous scowl that is indubitably directed at you. not that you're actually comprehending anything, though.
lately, being around the pro-hero has made it almost impossible to focus on your work.
which is stupid, because he's your boss and your his sidekick. focused, flawless teamwork is supposed to be the point.
what's more, the physical sensations are getting dangerously near the what-you-would-exprience-if-you-were-smitten area: sweaty palms, racing heartbeat, and your eyes darting towards wherever he is in a room.
or...you could just be scared of him, right? if there's anyone who can trigger your fight-or-flight mode, it's bakugou katsuki.
"you're lucky your my sidekick," he sneers.
you dare not look at him. you can almost feel him sporting that boyish smirk, and you know your heart can't take that.
what the fuck.
"hey, extra."
you look over your shoulder only to see bakugou decked in his hero gear, covered in dirt and grime from the day's work—eyebrows furrowed. you ignore him, directing your attention back to the front, where you're walking towards.
but he pipes up with: "i'm talking to you!"
you scoff. spinning on your feet to face him, you shoot him a glare. "would it really kill you to just call me by my hero name? heck, i'd even let you call me by my first name!"
at that, bakugou's eyebrows shoot up so minutely. "you serious?"
"does it look like i'm joking?" you ask, exasperated.
a few seconds pass before he responds.
"well, then," he shifts on his feet like he usually does. "i guess i'll call you Y/N."
your stomach flips at the sound of your name tumbling from his lips. you mentally chastise yourself before saying: "okay."
"great."
you're staring at your ceiling; the clock reads 2:34 AM.
with a huff, you turn to your side, feeling awake now more than ever.
the past week has been grueling—on top of the back-to-back missions that you had to work on with bakugou as his sole sidekick (he refuses to add another one, says the candidates are all just extras), you had to deal with these confusing feelings, which, no matter how much you try to extinguish them, will not go away.
it's affecting your performance now, too. one particular stealth mission forced proximity between the two of you, and you almost blew it with how you freaked out at having bakugou only a few inches away.
luckily, bakugou didn't say anything about it.
but a part of you—the part that's struggling so much because of him—wishes he did.
you're in his office when you decide to drop the bomb.
"the fuck is this?" he gestures to the document in front of him.
you steel yourself. it's now or never.
"it's my resignation letter," you say as calmly as you can.
a whirlwind of emotions dances across his features, before it turns into an all-too-familiar scowl. "what?"
"i'm resigning," you repeat.
"i heard you," he spits, "i just couldn't believe such ludicrousness can come from your mouth."
at that, you can't help but scoff. "even until my last day here you're still trying to pick a fight with me?"
"who said i'm trying to pick a fight?" he counters.
"i am!" you exclaim.
you contemplate whether or not to tell him he's been doing so ever since your first mission together, ultimately deciding against it. the last thing you need is to add anger to the long list of emotions you feel around your boss.
adoration and longing are already a huge pain in the ass.
"look," you lower your voice in an attempt to be civil. "i signed a contract which says i have the right to terminate my employment anytime, provided that i give you a heads up and a proper resignation letter."
you point to the document in front of you, "well, here it is."
before bakugou can even get a word in, you spin on your heel and march towards his office's exit.
your phone is ringing.
you hit pause on the Netflix show that you're currently binging before lifting your phone to your ear. "hello?"
"hey, Y/N?"
"that's me."
"oh hey!" the man on the other side of the line says again. "this is kirishima."
kirishima as in red riot kirishima? "hi," you parrot back lamely. "what's up?"
"i know this is a tall order," he starts, "but would it be possible for you to pick bakugou up? he's super drunk and asking for you."
your breath hitches. you must be hearing things yet you can't refrain yourself from prodding. "asking for me?"
"yeah. we have denki as our designated driver but bakugou refuses to go with him. he just keeps mumbling your name."
"you can drive, right?" he asks when you don't say anything.
"um, yes." you say, unsure if admitting it is the right decision.
"then please pick your ex-boss up," kirishima pleads, "he's refusing to go with anyone but you."
kaminari and kirishima are the ones that haul bakugou up to the passenger seat when you arrive nine minutes later. sure enough, bakugou, who's dressed to the 9s that it's fucking ridiculous how good he still looks, reeks of alcohol.
once they got him situated and secured in his seat belt, they circle the front of your car and knock on your window, which you promptly open.
kirishima's sheepish when he says, "we owe you one, bro."
"yeah," kaminari adds, "sorry for calling you up this late."
you smile at their genuineness, "it's no problem. i guess i can do him one favor after resigning so abruptly."
"why did you resign?" kaminari asks almost immediately.
"dude," kirishima chastises the man. bakugou remains passed out beside you.
"sorry," kaminari rubs the back of neck. "it's just that you guys were such a good team together."
"yeah," kirishima joins in. "we used to say you were the key to him becoming number one. you guys were that good together."
despite yourself, your face flames at his words. "yeah, well..."
"we understand if you don't want to talk about it, though," kirishima says.
"we're just a bit bummed out that you parted ways," kaminari adds. "he liked you a lot."
that earns him a slap on the arm and a pointed look from kirishima.
your heart is now thrumming at a ridiculously fast pace.
"well, we better go," you change the topic.
"of course! sorry for keeping you," kirishima says before proceeding. "oh, and here's his address."
turns out bakugou is heaver than he looks.
you're standing outside the car thinking about how to haul him up to his unit alone—with the passenger door wide open—when he stirs awake.
almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace.
"bakugou?" you try, voice small.
his eyes dart open when he realizes he doesn't know where he is. he looks panicked as he looks around, until he spots you and visibly stills.
"Y/N."
your stomach flips—again—the second he utters your name. "i'm here."
"where am i?" he asks groggily.
you glance toward the building behind you. "we're at your place."
it takes him a moment to register what you just said, brain probably still foggy from the alcohol.
"can you stand?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.
he shakes his head. "i don't want to go yet."
"but you're drunk," you reason. "you have to sleep it off."
bakugou doesn't say anything in response. he merely studies your face—or is trying his best while drunk—and you find yourself hoping he can't feel the warmth emanating from your face.
but when he does say something, it knocks you off your feet and pulls all the air out of you.
"i want to kiss you right now."
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as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ˖⁺‧₊
#“real sweet but i wish you were sober”!!!!!!!#sorry was this take on the tiktok okay#lmao it was fun to write tho!!#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#bnha imagines#mha imagines#bnha scenarios#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou fluff#bakugou angst
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me: oh, don't be silly. i don't need validation for my work, i know i'm good at writing :)
ao3: well... kudos??? comments??? bookmarks???? attention????????
me: ...well, i guess you could say i was wrong. i absolutely need validation for everything i do. *giggling kicking my feet smiling at my screen*
#luc posts#writing#ao3#no bc 100 kudos on real sweet but i wish you were sober is insane actually i love you all#that was just a silly lil 2am wolfstar fic PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THOSE????
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oh my god lister + jimmy are so wish you were sober by conan gray
#iwbft#i was born for this#osemanverse#alice oseman#jimmy kaga ricci#lister bird#conan gray#wish you were sober
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omg guys
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in my last session i “wish u were sober” by conan gray was stuck in my head and i open spotify and wiese what song it was on
wish u were sober
like omg
#you don’t suck*#wish u were sober#conan gray#like no shit why else would i be making this post#music
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no you don’t understand wish you were sober IS lister bird
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actually currently writing a different cooliver fanfic than the one i already started but this one is going to be angsty
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thinking thoughts about straight up by paula abdul being on mike’s driving playlist. more after the weather
#the connection is on the tip of my tongue i swear#straight up + fearless + camp dance + first kiss + wish you were sober#also how the rivalry started…hohoho#there is Something.#🫧
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Is it me? Am i the problem? Or is it the imaginary high school mac and dennis that live in my head?
#awesomepie3221#wish you were sober work well for them too#..maybe i should write a sequel to that one fic that ppl didnt care too much abt but i loved
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She maul on my dick till I Darth
#I wish I could say I wasn’t sober but I am#we were talking about how the demon was a monster fucker awakening moment for me as a child#and she said “babe you would love Star Wars
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I don’t often think about Kandreil but when I do it’s about how Neil often loves Kevin’s drunk honesty, he’s at his most raw and truthful then. Andrew finds him mostly fun to watch. He also compliments Neil’s exy skills the most when he’s drunk which Neil enjoys cheekily and Andrew finds annoying because of course he continues talking about exy when he’s drunk. However Andrew let’s it slide because he too enjoys the way it makes Neil secretly blush and excited.
But the first time Kevin ever confesses that he has some kind of feelings for them both, slurring that he’s pretty sure he’s actually in love with them, neither Neil or Andrew find it funny. Neil looks somewhat pained actually, which upsets Andrew. “That’s real sweet Kev but I wish you were sober”, Neil sighs.
#yes this is directly inspired by Conan gray#wish you were sober is too powerful for it to not fuel something in me and here we are#kandreil#neil josten#andrew minyard#kevin day#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#tfc#is this angst?#i never know anymore#honestly the more I think about them and this song the more I can envision the circumstance in which it fits perfectly#if I was a fic writer u bet ur ass I’d write one
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❥ [ 19. ] crash course
I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next ]
synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.
note — we love supportive friends <333
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#fanfic#genshin impact#fem reader#SMAU — i wish you were sober#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact drabbles#genshin impact headcannons#genshin impact imagines#genshin albedo#albedo x reader#genshin ayato#ayato x reader#genshin childe#childe x reader#genshin kazuha#kazuha x reader#genshin heizou#heizou x reader#genshin thoma#thoma x reader#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#genshin xiao#xiao x reader#genshin diluc#diluc x reader
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Y'all know the Wish You Were Sober song, well I could swear I read a wilmon fanfiction based on it. It was months ago and back then I didn't have an account and now can't find it again. If anyone knows what I'm talking about please tell. As much as I remember they were not together at the start of the ff, Simon went to a party and got drunk call will and singing him some of the lyrics. Don't remember the rest but I'd love to reread.
#help me#I tried searching by key words#I put in real sweet but I wish you were sober and just wish you were sober#didn't come up at either#not even one YR ff#bffr#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3feed#ao3 link#ao3 fanfic#young royals#wilmon#young royals season 3#prince wilhelm#wilhelm x simon#edvin ryding#simon eriksson#omar and edvin#prince willhelm#prince will
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Mmmm, 21 for Spotify Wrapped
"Maniac" - Conan Gray.
Fun fact: I listened to exactly 2 Conan Gray songs, but I listened to them so many times that he's somehow my #3 top artist lmao.
#answered asks#spotify wrapped#the other one was 'wish you were sober'#what can i say the chorus knocks me out made me super productive#lol turns out that one made no. 4
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I want to murder the love I feel for the man that cheated on me twice and beat the fuck out of me every day while claiming he loved me more than anything
#He is now dating the girl he cheated on me with at LEAST twice FOUR years ago :-)#so awesome and great for me to know they probably stayed in contact that whole time! love that!#found out bc he got a text and it said ‘I could kiss you all day’.#while we were together and everything was fine. I don’t understand why he did that.#this shit literally makes me want to off myself lol#and it fucking sucks because we dated for five years and it was so good for so long#and I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone#but there’s nothing I can do#he also was the one who got me addicted to fentanyl.#and as soon as he went to rehab and got sober he left me. I wasn’t clean yet and could have died and he just left.#found out soon after he’d been seeing her.#when he cheated he sent me multiple pictures of her naked and her in our bed.#and my dumbass got back together with him.#every time#I was fucked up before this relationship but now I am literally irreparable#I can’t heal from this shit#he’d tell me to kill myself#and say he wished I was dead#knowing how difficult shit was for me and how suicidal I was#he’d strangle me and spit on me and trip me and punch me in the face#he’d constantly tell me I ruined every aspect of his life and that I was the worst thing that ever happened to him.#then he’d tell me that I’m abusive because of my mental illnesses.#I’m so tired :(#I’m so fucking damaged and broken from this shit I cannot even put it into words.#abuse tw#physical abuse tw#physical abuse cw
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