unhingedchaos | {Cause we have to believe this will be our year

Texts, scenes, w/e! Baby’s 1st (mostly? He kept weed to keep his sanity, y’all, DON’T JUDGE HIM) sober NYE since he got back from detox at Christmas, be nice to him!

cw: self deprecating humor & mild self-harm (nails digging into palms, pinching, rubber band snaps, & similar) as coping mechanisms; post-detox levels of anxiety/depression/general irritation; other warnings as necessary later.

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Klaus stares at the tired, bleary-eyed reflection in the bathroom mirror. He leans closer, inspecting his features; he really does look like an Ingmar Bergman extra, doesn’t he? He pokes and prods and pinches at his cheeks, lifts the corners of his mouth in a too-wide smile with two fingers at either side, then swaps to a deep frown.

His hands drop away from his face to rest on the countertop. Fingers curl in a tight grip, squeezing until he feels the edge bite into his skin; no real damage will be left behind, not even a splinter, at most maybe a small, temporary impression line against the center of both of his palms.

He closes his eyes and takes in a slow, deep breath that he holds until he feels the burn in his lungs and finally lets it out, slow and even. When he opens his eyes, everything feels… strange. He doesn’t know how to explain it, it just… is. Like he’s standing on the precipice of something.

It’s that last second of hesitation before the weightlessness of the fall between the jump and the dive into a pool for the first time; or the feeling of the click-click-click of a rollercoaster pulling the cart to the top of a steep drop. It’s a feeling he’s all too familiar with because it’s the one he has chased for years. Decades now, really. But it’s time for something else. Something… new.

He sighs and splashes water on his face, toweling it dry a moment later, before he tries to face the biggest party day of the year… sober.

“New year, new me,” he mutters to himself.

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Throughout the day he can found doing a lot of things, including but not limited to:
(a) dancing around the apartment with music blasting, possibly with headphones on. Sorry if he runs you over/trips into you in the process!
(b) trying to untangle the mess he’s made of whatever his current knitting project is.
(c) stress baking, feel free to make requests! mostly it’s just cookies, because they’re very easy to make. He has two werewolf boyfriends who need a billion calories a day anyway, probably, so he’s sure they’ll all get eaten.
(d) sitting outside, claiming he needs some fresh air; other times, he’s smoking: sometimes cigarettes, sometimes a joint. He’s trying to minimize both, but his nerves can’t take the hit today. Who knew it would be this hard? He timed this rehab trip terribly…
(e) OTA texts, wildcards, etc~

Edited 2025-12-31 23:39 (UTC)

[cw: addiction, relapse thoughts, depression, anxiety, others to be marked accordingly]
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hey how r u

[Because he is the very deep opposite of okay, and the closer to nighttime they get, the more restless he gets. But he knows Mike will understand, in a deep and visceral way that no one else actually can, because some things you simply cannot fully comprehend if you have not shared that lived experience.]

im not great o wanna claw my fckn eyes out rn

Edited (adding CWs) 2026-01-01 00:04 (UTC)

chris won't stop crying and i'm like SAME, MY CHILD, SAME but i can't fucking - I can only imagine the one thing harder than dealing with new year's for the first time since drugs is going through withdrawal on new year's because no more drugs and i'm sure being around people who don't get it doesn't heeeeeelp as much as they all mean well

[ A pause as he deliberates over typing something out. He decides not to. It wouldn't help to hear about his current impulses, there's a reason he asked for none of that talk before. He'll respect it now as Klaus respected it for him before. ]

Edited 2026-01-13 02:41 (UTC)

me 2 lil man, me 2 praying 🙏 4 no rebound symptoms haaaa im in the window still lucky me? L o l yeah they do && I mean I think it exists everywhere yanno across all categories Five’s not gonna know what to do with himself if the Apocalypses stop, yanno? Allison, I mean jesusfuck her whole power was intoxicating I wouldn’t do any better if I could rewrite the whole goddamn I verse to my every whim Dylan… I think… 💬 I think if he’s addicted to anything, it’s… I dunno… He’s… kind of obsessive but in a really specific way and only for very few people. 💬 💬 It sounds bad when o say it that way but it’s rly not not when its in action I mean god somebody just constantly ready to… idiono None of this is making sense and u prob dont caRe newqy sry

w/ Klaus

{But how do I feel this good sober?

Texting for his sanity, thx

Mikey Mike 💀👻

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idk what just happened but I’m going with it 🤷

w/ Kaitlyn

Drunk Text Time~

Genius Idiot Man 💜💍

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Nicky Sixx 🎨📚

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Charming Jock 🏈

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Hot Brain Doc 🔥🧐

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w/ Five

Text Time~

M. Reed, Det. G. Reed

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@ the FUCKING boy

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