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kendall what were YOU doing at the stewy kissing guys on molly incidents

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*stuffs this in an envelope and mails it to the set of top gun 3* now here's how hangster can still win

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the fact they’re each thinking “he can’t be serious” is actually a sign of soulmatism

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The Hangster Nightmare Comic!

[Click for better quality, reblogs and tags are HIGHLY appreciated as this took a very long time <3]

Full comic below the cut!

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genie: your wish is my command. would you like to help people or become rich first?

me:

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i had to

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"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny

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im not done with a longer fic so heres a short one:)

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Topper, Kelce and Rafe are chilling around a fire, smoking a blunt when Rafe says, “i like a guy.”

both Topper and Kelce went silent. it stayed that way for a few moments. just pure silence, till rafe decided to continue, “i really like him.”

Kelce was the first to speak up out of the boys.

“well is he nice?” rafes lips twitched into a small smile.

“eh.”

“good enough for me, as long as you’re okay and happy with him.”

“thank you” rafe said genuinely.

Now both boys were looking at topper, rafe hoping for a positive response, kelce mouthing “say something” quickly to him.”

Topper finally processed it all.

“you’re gay?” he said casually.

“i came out to you two years ago dumbass.” rafe joked.

“i know but like ive never seen you with anyone”

“well now i guess you will.”

“whats his name?”

“barry” rafe felt safe just by the mention of his name.

“what?? the guy that sells coke??”

“yeah so what? you two have both done his coke.”

kelce agreed with a small “true”

while topper on the other hand had a lot of questions.

“what about your mental health? you think its okay enough for a partner?”

rafes face dropped at that question.

“yeah…he helps me.”

“ho-“

“stop asking me so many questions. just be happy about it like kelce.” Rafe interrupted.

“okay im just worried about you”

“hes good for me, i promise. he makes me take my meds, knows how to calm me down, keeps me sober.”

“ironic.”

they all laugh at that one.

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if i wrote a fic abt rafe struggling to accept his feelings for barry, would you guys read it?🤨

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Only a matter of time. Barry knew that, had known it since he'd seen Rafe's dead-eyed mugshot on the local news above the headline "CAMERON SON GOES FREE." They'd released a rabid, raving animal back into the world like it was nothing. Like he wouldn't go straight to Barry's place with the intent to kill.

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rafe x barry fanfic

Lover.

Rafe didn’t care. He told himself he did not care but when Barry was the one hurt, he definitely cared. A lot. His mind kept racing back to right before it happened and how he told Barry he couldn’t care less what happened to him. His eyes kept wandering to the boy in the back seat of his truck, struggling to breathe.

He had gotten him into this. Rafe couldn’t help but blame himself. It was his problem, his shitty life, him.

It all kept coming back to him in the form of flashbacks, as he drove down the dark road.

He wasnt on his way to the hospital, but Topper’s house. He was trying his best to focus on the road but the burning tears wouldnt leave his eyes.

He pulled into the driveway too fast hitting Toppers garage bin. That didnt matter right now tho. He was trying to figure out how to pick up barry without hurting him. He decided on picking him up bridal style, hoping not to touch any forming bruises.

He knows Topper isnt home tonight, but he couldnt take him to his house, especially with ward there. he wished he could be more open with barry, he really did. barry believes he choses to be this silent about him…if he could, he would never shut up about barry, he’d talk about him every chance he got. Well he does that with wheezie but no one knows about that. their secret.

Rafe knew where the extra key was hidden, where the guest room was and where the first aid kit was so why not? Hes just hoping Topper will understand.

He does live alone so he doesnt think hes doing anything too bad.

He carries Barry to the bed and hesitantly takes his shirt off his unconscious body. He feels wrong doing this but hes just trying to help him…

He cringes at the damage done to Barry’s body before going and getting the first aid kit. He cleaned all of his wounds and bandaged them.

Rafe just sat there staring at Barry. He knew he wasnt dead, just unconscious, but for some reason that wasn’t reassuring enough. Until barry let out a choked cough and a mumbled “fuck.”

Rafe immediately turned his head, instantly tearing up. Fuck Barry for making him so emotional. He scrambled his way over to the spot next to barrys beat up body.

“You alright?” he sniffled.

“Oh so country club killer went all soft and Dr. Cameron on me?” Barry let out a chuckle and a small groan from his injuries.

“Fuck you.” Rafe said before sighing. “I was scared…” he admitted quietly.

Barry sat staring at him, not showing his slight confusion. He patted the spot a few inches away from him, whispering “my shoulder is okay.” implying that Rafe can lay there. No one had ever seen Barry so soft. His eyes now more gentle, his touch so light, his smile just a small grin.

The second Rafe laid on him, he lightly gripped onto the side of barrys shirt. Not aggressively, just as if barry might leave him. As if barry could fly away. Barry didnt push him away. This is the reassurance he needed.

“i’m sorry.”

“its not your fault love”

Rafe frowned. “Are you sure?”

Instead of giving a verbal response, Barry just kissed the temple of his head.

After awhile when Barry was half awake, he realized something. “rafe…who’s fucking house is this??” Barry said clearly, stating his confusion. Rafe just laughed.

Rafe was awoken by Topper. He quickly threw his head up, scared of seeing ward like this. he visibly relaxed when he noticed it was his best friend

“What is your drug dealer doing in my house?? in one of my beds??”

“shh let him sleep” Rafe whispered, before laying his head back on Barry’s shoulder.

When very confused Topper slowly took an exist, Rafe couldn’t go back to sleep. He took his hand and brushed a strand of hair out of Barry’s face, smiling big at the other in the bed.

Yeah, he cared.