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[jack-owo-valentine]

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[happybunnykat]

Damn they weren't lying, that alcohol tolerance can build up

[rafecameronssl4t]

Can you write something where Rafe falls for a girl in a committed relationship but the guy she’s with (who is a kook) just isn’t nice to her? Lots of angst plsssss

Please, please, please || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: thank u for the request 💗

Warnings: smoking, reader having alochol problems, swearing, reader x toxic!bf

Word count: 1,168

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

“And please, please, please, don’t bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice. Heartbreak is one thing, my ego’s another, I beg you, don’t embarrass me motherfucker.”

“Trouble in paradise, three o’clock,” Topper mutters, letting out a low whistle as he leans against the porch railing. Rafe turns his head to see the source of the commotion. “Stop being so selfish!” Jacques, your boyfriend, shouts as he storms out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

“I don’t want to do it,” you retort, spinning around to face him on the other side of the vehicle, your eyes blazing with defiance. “How many fucking favors have I done for you? And yet you can’t even do one for me?” Jacques rages, his voice rising with frustration.

“I don’t care. I’m not doing it, Jacques,” you snap back, your voice cold and resolute as you slam his car door and start to walk away. In a fit of rage, Jacques slams his hand down on the roof of the car, the sound reverberating through the tense air. “Don’t slam my car, you fucking selfish bitch!” he yells, his words dripping with venom. You fight back tears, your vision blurring as you refuse to look back.

“Shit,” Topper mutters under his breath, watching the scene unfold with a mix of concern and disbelief. Rafe’s eyes follow you as you hurry up the stairs and disappear into the house. “I don’t know how she’s still with him when he treats her like absolute shit,” Topper says, shaking his head in dismay.

~

Rafe had his eyes trained on you the entire dinner, even though you were seated at the far end of the table. His gaze was intense, unwavering, and concerned as he watched the tension between you and Jacques escalate.

As the bickering between you and Jacques grew more heated, Rafe’s expression hardened. You pushed your chair back abruptly, the legs scraping loudly against the polished floor, drawing the attention of everyone around the table.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jacques hissed, his hand shooting out to yank your arm down with a grip that made you wince in pain. “Let go of me, Jacques,” you seethed through gritted teeth, your voice low, trying to maintain a composed facade as your parents and a few other guests turned their heads in curiosity and concern.

“Don’t make a scene, okay?” Jacques warned, his voice dripping with irritation and a hint of desperation. “I’m not making a scene, you are!” you snapped back, your voice rising slightly as you yanked your arm free from his grip. With a final glare, you grabbed your purse and stormed out onto the verandah, the screen door slamming shut behind you with a resounding bang.

Rafe’s eyes followed your every movement, his jaw clenched in anger. “Excuse me for a moment,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the murmurs of the other diners. Pushing back his chair, he rose from the table, his movements deliberate and controlled, and followed you outside.

As he stepped onto the verandah, the cool night air hit him, and he saw you standing by the railing, your back to him, shoulders shaking slightly. He approached you cautiously, his footsteps soft on the wooden planks. “You good?” Rafe’s voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern as he reached out to touch your shoulder.

You flinch at his touch, turning your head slightly to the side. Quickly, you raise the back of your hand to wipe the spilt alcohol from the corner of your lips. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you stutter, hastily shoving the flask back into your purse as Rafe watches with a curious gaze.

“You sure? ’Cause you and your boyfriend don’t seem fine,” Rafe remarks, pulling a lighter and a cigarette packet from his pocket. He lights a cigarette with a swift, practiced motion, the flame briefly illuminating his concerned expression.

You stay quiet, the awkward silence stretching as you wonder if he saw the earlier confrontation. “Jacques just has a short temper sometimes, no big deal,” you chuckle awkwardly, your back pressing against the verandah railing. Rafe scoffs, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on the dark, rippling water below.

“Why are you defending him? He’s a fucking prick, y/n,” Rafe says, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. You knew Rafe was right. The truth of his words stung, and for a moment, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Your mind raced, replaying the countless times Jacques’ temper had flared, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

“I… I don’t know,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s complicated.” Rafe takes a deep drag of his cigarette, then flicks the ash away, his eyes never leaving yours. “It doesn’t have to be. You deserve better than that bastard,” he says, his tone softening. “You don’t have to put up with his shit, y’know that right?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look down, unable to meet Rafe’s intense gaze. The weight of his words, the truth in them, felt both comforting and overwhelming. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, the cool night air filling your lungs.

“I know,” you whisper, finally lifting your eyes to meet his. “So then, why are you still with him.” He retorts, his face hard as he intensely stares at your face. You look out over the verandah, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“I’ve been with Jacques for so long, it’s hard to remember what life was like before him,” you confess, your voice trembling slightly, “I keep hoping he’ll change, but it never happens.” Rafe lets out a scoff as he shakes his head.

“Wake up y/n, people like Jacques rarely change. They promise they will, but it’s just words. You deserve someone who respects you, who doesn’t hurt you.” You nod slowly, the realization sinking in. “I know. I guess I’ve just been afraid to admit it. Afraid what my parents would say.”

"Who cares what your parents think?" Rafe scoffs, his tone dismissive. You exhale slowly, feeling the weight of their judgments. "They've got plenty to say about my drinking," you admit, shrugging. Rafe studies your side profile, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"They'll get over it. Jacques is a prick anyway," he replies nonchalantly, taking another drag from his cigarette before handing it to you. "Thanks," you mutter, accepting it and taking a long pull, watching the smoke swirl and dance in the air.

"I should probably head back," you say suddenly, passing the cigarette back to him. Rafe nods, stubbing it out. "Yeah, me too," he says, clearing his throat and smoothing down his shirt.

"Thanks, Rafe. For being here for me," you say sincerely, meeting his gaze. "Anytime, y/n. I'm always here for you," he replies with a warm smile, his hands tucked into his pockets. You nod, offering a small smile before heading back inside.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

I feel like not enough people know or understand that blacking out drinking meets the criteria of a mild brain injury. Or that withdrawal from long term heavy alcohol use is actually more dangerous than withdrawal from long term heavy heroin use. Two-bit Mathews may be a jokester but he's actually such a tragic character in that his alocholism truly does control him, and it's clear from even Ponyboy's narration that he doesn't know or care the extent to which it is affecting his life. Like. He isn't my favourite character but I wish his addiction issues were explored a bit more, both as a parallel to Ponyboy's own issues with substance abuse, but also because they're too often brushed off or made out to kind of be not a big deal, but alcoholism and the long term effects of alcohol use go beyond just liver problems and Two-bit is a character who is very clearly set up in a way that it isn't hard to imagine how the rest of his life would go given his problems with alcohol. i'm having a hard time saying this how I want to, but yeah.

[hotvampireadjacent]

not to sound like the alocholic i am but i needed this. most people in law in chicago have a drinking problem. I no longer work in chicago so my law firm is a lot healthier in that reguard. my co woekres are surprised when I talk about how often we drank at my last job hahahaha

[moki-dokie]

personally i fucking hate the british drinking culture it's just basically a countrywide fasttrack to alocholism and i hate hate hate hate seeing my friends fall into it and think its no biggie because Thats Just How It Is.

idk. take the piss all you want about americans and our shitty watered down beer and how nobody can handle their booze but i'd rather have that than being in a state of drunk every single fucking day. sorry not sorry but you shouldn't be going through an entire fucking bottle of whiskey every five fucking days. it isn't cute. it isn't funny. it isn't a way of life. thats addiction buddy. if you can't get through your days without being in a state of intoxication, thats a problem.

its a sad and desperate method of coping thinly veiled as fun and blowing off steam.

its not exclusive to brits either but thats where i happen to have people i love and care about. idk man i just don't get it. not saying we don't have issues over here bc we definitely do but like, alcoholism is one of the easier issues to curb and we do at least make a better effort at it than a hell of a lot of other places.

when i was younger i used to think it was just people being prude and puritanical about so many restrictions on booze but after growing up and realizing the serious damage growing up with two severe alcoholics did to me, i just do not understand why the rest of the world doesn't seem to take it seriously at all.

[xdarkabyssx]

Damn so I think after the last decade of absolute misery my life is actually coming together? I have friends who live near me and am making more. I'm in a queer crafting group and a zine club. I'm on adhd meds. I just started my paid training as a caricature artist and everyone there is SO NICE And I get to make art all day!!!! I'm finally mostly happy with my body after. All the eating disorders and dysphoria. I havent had any problems with alochol in like 5 years. I still have physical issues w nausia and chronic pain but at least for now they're not unbearable. Things are...actually looking up in a way I genuinley never thought they would?

Like just fuck I used to hate myself so much. I thought I was thr most disgusting useless thing on the planet. So so much you don't even know. And I was working a job that gave me literal nightmares, another that completely wiped me out so it was all I had the energy to do. Both retail. I was basically isolated this entire time too-having maybe one or two friends I'd see once a month if that and that's it. I did keep in contact with old friends and made internet friends but had like. Very little in person interaction. I did keep making art that whole time though and transitioned so that's something. Anyway ..yeah...

The past 6 months I basically turned my life around. Here's to hoping it sticks!

[miamoo27]

Because I was allowed

During freshmen year none of my friends from 8th appealed to me. I was so focused on Andrew my boyfriend that I forgot about a lot of my friends from middle school. I lied to my parents and told them I was going to the library with Yasmine but really I was going to Andrews house to smoke and hook up. I didn’t like him besides the fact that he gave me attention and loved me. I didn’t love him or like him he was a way to get out of the house and escape from school and “childhood.”

I couldn’t talk to anyone in school about my problems at home. Chandler and I stopped speaking after her telling me Travis knew about my moms addiction and Yasmine had other friends. I was close to the kids I was in special Ed with but I couldn’t talk to them about anything. I felt like an adult living in a child’s world. My brother was able to escape by playing lacrosse and hosting the best high school “bangers.” I was allowed to join these once in a while letting his upperclassman friends get me drunk.

Most of the time when Sam was having these parties I was upstairs doing my art or smoking. The thought of alochol and all those basic bitches in one room disturbed me. His friends cared about what others thought and looking “clean.”

I finally met a girl that was similar to me and we instantly became friends. Cierra was from the town next to me. She also had an older boyfriend and a shitty home life. We opened up to one another but she also was a sex addict. At 15 she was fucking anyone that walked and she seemed happy. We added cece who lied about her whole life but we all matched with one another on our instability in school and family. We didn’t fit in anywhere.

I should explain my high school before diving into anymore highschool stuff in this book. I grew up in a very wealthy area in Bergen county. Most peoples fathers were ceos, doctors, lawyers, accountant u get it. Most mothers went to pilates and took Xanax to escape there boring lives. Everyone was either white, Asian or Jewish if you didn’t fit in that category it was your loss. We had 5 black people in total when I went there in 2019. There was no diverse. No differences and no way to escape the dangers of Everything.

[spilling-s]

relapse relapse relapse

that’s all i seem to do these days

although i have been bettering myself

but the relapses suck

i feel like shit

absolute dog shit

and then i mourn my decsion

and then i’m here

and wanting to better again

but this time i ran away

and it cost me money

atleast a weekend

thats all really

just a weekend i say

as the hangover in my stomach grows worse

and my body tries to adjust

this new found comfort

or is it comfort

idk these days

im thnking of it as a vacation from my already bland life

my bad decsions

just in a different place

like around the corner from my house

and the hangover in my stomach worsens

and the shakes

i hate alochol

but i love it in the moment

i think that’s my problem

plus being an insomniac

that defintely doesnt help either

if im being honest.

[brokenbcys]

hope won’t lie and say that she didn’t have preconceived notions about jackson’s friends, wolff included. that he was a player or just a pretty face but the more she hung out with him, she realized how wrong she was. he was kind, smart and seemed to be a lot more down to earth than her brother was. jackson would probably be annoyed that one of his friends was getting close to his sister like that but jackson was now in london and couldn’t control anything, even if he wanted to. hope was use to living in her brother’s shadow. he was the mega popular one. charming, flaunting his parents money and the likes. where hope had kept her head in books and hacked into things. "i’ll take your word for it. you know them better than i do.” she chuckled before blushing at his next words. “i just don’t want to cause problems for you. they’re your friends. they mean something to you and i – well, i just don’t want you to feel weird if they don’t like me, you know. i’m not one of those girls who’d want you to ditch your friends because of me.” she admits to him, before following him into the kitchen. the counter littered with all types of alochol. the keg was in the backyard probably, knowing someone might do a keg stand and who wanted to clean up that mess? “mhm, not yet but we’ve still got time.” she teased back, grabbing a plastic cup and looking at the selection, landing on vodka and a soda.

Wolff knew his looks made people have a person perspective on him. Many people thought because he looked a certain way, that he would act a certain way, but they were wrong. Wolff was a pretty chilled out person. He liked being social and partying, but he wasn’t someone who went out of his way to ruin people’s moods. “Even if they didn’t end up liking you, doesn’t mean it’ll sway me to change my mind about you. I know you, don’t I? I’m the one whose got close with you. I can have my own people I want in my life.” Wolff brought his large hand up to Hope’s cheek gently, rubbing the pad of his thumb gently against her cheekbone. “Tonight’s about us having a good time. Me and you, got it?” He grinned, leaning his forehead against hers softly as he gave them the most playful of smiles before looking at the drinks selection. “So what are you after? Shots? or you a kind of wine type of girl?” He asked. He found two red solo cups for them to drink out of. He made sure they were clean and unused before grabbing his favourite beverage. He poured himself a beer, going for his favourite drink.

it wasn’t like jackson hadn’t dragged her around this group before. before they had been a bit more open, friendly but now? now that it was wolff bringing her around, it was like something had shifted. was there something she didn’t know? did they only tolerate her because of her brother? these questions invaded her mind more often than not these days. maybe she should just let it go. it’s not like she needed those others to be her friend. she had her own friends. she liked the time she spent with wolff, even with their clothes on. she could talk to him for hours, but also sit in his presence in silence. it helped that he was also devilishly handsome. "i guess you’re right. it’ll probably be easier to tackle them one on one than as a whole unit. not going to lie, they’re a bit terrifying.” she chuckled, interlacing their fingers when he takes her hand. she chews at the inside of her cheek for a moment. they shouldn’t matter but for some reason they do. i mean, would he pick her if his friends didn’t like her? would she be tossed away because of the clashing behavior? or would he still choose her? she sighed. “you’re right, i’m just being stupid.” she waves her hand. “i’ll try my best to forget about it. we’re suppose to be having fun, right?”

There was something that Wolff had grown to like in Hope. He thought she was really sweet. If she knew he started the whole thing off as a dare he didn’t know if that would damage their current relationship with one another.  The two of them could actually lave a laugh with one another, or enjoy each other’s presence even when there wasn’t a lot going on around them. Wolff didn’t know if Jackson would appreciate Wolff seeking out his sister, but that was the last of Wolff’s worries. He was probably the person who got along the least with Jackson only because of their interests - so he couldn’t see a big thing being made out of his all. “In the group all they want to do is impress one another, it’s easier one on one, I promise you.” The blonde looked at the brunette and shook his head as she said she was being stupid. “You aren’t being stupid. Your overthinking. It’s sweet how much you care,” he confessed. He lead her to the drinks hoping it would help her feel more settled around everyone. “I’m going to make sure we’re going to have fun tonight. I’d never let you down before, right?” He grinned cheekily.

[bluebellhairpin]

Hmmm. This might be bad.

[nezukoo-channn]

I'm tired, annoyed ,and sad. *Opens a bottle of Bundaberg and drinks away*

[homegurlchaya]

My tooth is cracked the pain is so bad that yesterday I drank a whole bottle of whiskey. I been struggling with alcohol addiction for awhile and I was starting to slow down on my drinking I was really getting ready to quit but the pain is so bad I just don’t even care. I am literally trying not to walk to the liquor store now for another bottle. I have tried clove oil and mint oil to get rid of the pain. I bought oragel and it’s not even fucking working. I ate over 1600mgs of Motrin at 3am when the alcohol wore off and nothing I am still in pain. I don’t have a ride to the dumb dope head bitch to buy her over priced percs which are only 10mgs for like 30 dollars a pop. I literally can’t take this pain anymore plus I haven’t been able to sleep for days because I am no longer taking my sleep meds. The only time I feel okay is when my partner is having sex with me but he can’t sit there and fuck me all day. I am fucking starving but my mouth hurts too much. I am so tired and irritated

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

yall wanna kno what im sick to death of? folks telling me im too young to be an alcoholic. i got that crap a’plenty two years ago when i finally quit, and i still get it. like, what, a person in their twenties is immune to either addiction or the refection necessary to recognize it? it’s just such horseshit

[dexdmxnwxlking]

Tl;dr my ex, if you can even call him that, exploded on me, a rant.

This is for Kolby, you fucking oompa loompa body ass bitch. Im too drunk to actually make words. However, he decided to call me and call me out for making a mutual friend suicidal when I had asked if they were alright and they had told me everything was alright. I hadn’t known I triggered them from something that happened last year, and I dont think i deserve to have this blame on me bc they inserted themselves into this situation that had nothing to do with me. 

I don't want to victim blame, thats the last thing I want to do. But how could I apologize for something I didnt even know that happened? He wanted me to speak for myself despite having chugged a water bottle full of vodka after he made me feel like utter shit. So its MY fault that I had a negative reaction to him after I was healing fine without him. So my friends talked for me bc I had already told them how I felt prior to chugging this alcohol but he still insisted I talked for myself when it was obvious that I was too out of it to even understand what he was saying. He felt that we were middle school bitches, in his words, to do this stuff and “corner” this mutual friend. 

We hadnt cornered them. They wanted to have dinner with us and insisted we go back to our room to have it. I simply asked if they knew anything of what happened last night and let loose my emotions of what really happened without censoring anything. 

But whatever man. Fuck this ugly ass bitch. If he doesn't want to have anything to do with us, thats on him. He can have that on his conscience. F U C K this