#coked up tho huh

[demareth]

listen, as an avid slushie enjoyer i must impart some wisdom:

there is a COLLOSAL difference between an actual coke slushie and a slushie that was made by just pouring coke in the icee machine and any establishment dispensing the latter should be burned to the fucking ground

[rosezza]

࿐Silent treatment

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-r

Warnings: strong language, violence, mentions of drugs, drug use kinda dark!rafe

You were pushed against lots of other sweaty bodies that jumped around as the loud music and flashing lights surrounded the entire room. You were at one of Rafes house parties again. You and Rafe had an arguement before the party started. And he had been ignoring you since, silent treatment.

Usually Rafe had his arm wrapped around you or had you sitting on his lap as he snorted cocaine. But not today. He knew the silent treatment triggered you, which is why he always used it whenever you made him mad.

He was seated at a table with a couple dollar bills around him. Aswell as lines of white substance. Doing coke as usual with a couple of his friends. You had memorized 2 boys since they were always with him, Kelce and Topper. You were out on the dance floor, dancing with a few new friends of yours that you had made at the party. Trying to forget about Rafe for a while.

You didnt like that Rafe did cocaine. But he got pissed everytime you brought it up, telling you to mind your own business. So you decided to let him do whatever he wants. Even tho it hurt you.

"Hey y/n! Grab us another drink will ya?!" Your new made friend Ariel asked loudly with a smile so you could hear it over the loud music and crowd screaming in your ears. You nodded and began pushing yourself through the sweaty bodies. Making your way to a less crowded area. As you got there you placed your hand in your back pocket to check your money before going to pay for some drinks.

But your eyebrows frowned as you didnt feel any money in your pocket at all. You kept searching moving from one pocket to another, desperate to find it. But then you gave up and groaned, someone had probably snatched the dollar bills out your pocket as you were dancing.

"Rafe?.." you asked as you approached the table he was at. He looked to where your voice came from but he ignored you and went back to counting up the money he had in his hands. You sigh as you slide your hand onto his shoulder. Tired of this silent treatment already. He shrugged your hands off his shoulder and you let your arm fall to your side

"What." Rafe said calmly. Still not wanting to talk to you.

You cleared your throat before speaking "Someone stole my money i had when i was dancing and-.." you started as you brought your hand up to the back of your neck as you watched Rafe continue to swipe through his money.

"Mhm" Rafe hummed. Clearly not listening to you trying to give him the hint of giving you some money since you didnt have any. You sighed.

"Rafe i need money" you said akwardly and Rafe pouted his lips. "Ah, thats sad. Go work or something yeah?" Rafe joked which earned a laugh from his friends which just embarassed you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Giving up on this. He was clearly not listening to you at all.

You sighed as you turned and began walking away from the table. Giving up on it all to go back and dissapoint your friends with no drinks, and no money.

Even tho they were probably just using you for money because they knew your boyfriend was rich.

But just as youre about to go back into the crowd an unfamiliar arm snakes around your waist. Pulling you closer and into their body. You turn your head, thinking its Rafe. But instead its a middle aged man, probably in his 30s.

You immediately begin feeling uncomfortable and you try to move away from him but that just results in him pulling you even closer, forcing you close. His mouth lowers down to your ear. His lips ghosting over your earlobe as he whispers.

"Boyfriend aint giving you money huh?.. ill give you some for a piece of change" the middle aged man whispered seductively in your ear as you got even more uncomfortable. It felt wierd if it wasnt Rafe who was saying it. Your eyebrows frowned and you shook your head.

"Get your fucking hands off her." You heard Rafes voice sneer before you could answer. You felt the man behind you being pulled away from you forcefully. His arms finally leaving your waist.

The man stumbled a bit and before he could regain his balance again, Rafes fist collided with the mans jaw forcefully. The man stumbled back but Rafe followed after, pushing the man into a table and staring emotionlessly into his eyes.

Your lips parted as you watched the situation unfold infront of you. But too scared to do anything about it. A few people close by walked away from the scene.

The man brought a hand to his jaw as he held himself up by the table with his other. Blood ran down the mans chin. But without saying another word the man stumbled to the side before making his way out of there like a scared dog.

As the man walked away Rafe turned back to you and walked closer to you, placing a hand on your hip as his other hand tucked in a few dollar bills in the waistline of your skirt. His fingers digged into your side.

You looked up at Rafe. "Thank you" you said softly. Which in response you only got a small "mhm" from him.

Rafes gaze moved down your body. Checking you out. You had a short skirt on. A little too short actually. Just a few centimeters shorter and your panties would be for everyone to see. The top you had on was tight. Making your curves more noticable. And Rafe didnt like that one bit.

"Go change. You look like a slut" Rafe said calmly. His face straight showing no emotion what-so-ever. Even tho his pupils were dilated. Showing that he was on coke.

You bit down on your lower lip. Your teeth biting at your skin. You looked back at where your friends were. Remembering you had promised them drinks. Rafe looked down at you, waiting for a nod and for you to obey and go change.

"But-"

"No. Go change or ill force you to it." His voice calm and serious as he looked at you. You shook your head. "Rafe i dont-" but before you could finish your sentence Rafes cold hands gripped onto your waist. Pulling you closer and lifting you up and over his shoulder. His arm wrapped over your ass. Making sure the skirt stayed down as he began walking towards the staircase that led to his room.

"Rafe youre embarassing me i look like a child-" you said as you hanged over his shoulder. Your hands holding onto the back of his shirt.

"Act like a child, get treated like one." Rafe said calmly as he continued his way to his room to get you changed into something more appropriate then what you were wearing.

"But i think i deserve something for saving you, yeah?"

Taglist: @necroflame ��

I need ideas/requests bc i have no idea what to write

[underworld-park-offical]

PIP: Yes and I'll get the uhm

PIP: I'll get the uh

PIP: I’ll get

PIP: …

PIP: Lemme get ahhhh

PIP: Boneless Pizza 

PIP: And uh

PIP: Two liter of uh

PIP: Coke

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: The fuck kinda pizza?

HEDI: And the two liter machine broke, we got one liter tho

PIP: The fuck you mean B?

PIP: Alright look, 

PIP: Let me get that pizza BONELESS

HEIDI: Uh? Pizza don't got bone in it

PIP: Tf did I just say then

HEIDI: U said "Lemme get it BONELESS " like pizza got a damn bone in it

PIP: Y'all got BONES in ya shit then

HEIDI: Nah

PIP: So what's the problem?

HEIDI: DICK HEAD name one pizza that got bone on it

PIP: Just don't put them shits in my pizza bruh how many times I gotta say it

HEIDI: Bruh jus explain to me how tf pizza can be boneless?

PIP: If it don't got bone in it iss boneless

HEIDI: Son, what school u go to

PIP: dawg I don't understand the problem just make my shit BONELESS  DEADASS

HEIDI: I'm deadass not making this pizza…

PIP: Fine, then you deadass  better get me exactly what I want

PIP: Why are you so…

PIP: frumpy?

HEIDI: Excuse me?

PIP: You heard me

PIP: You won't even get me a boneless pizza 

PIP: How do you think that makes you look?

HEIDI: erm.

PIP: FRUMPY

HEIDI: You wanna play that way, huh?

HEIDI: Number 1, F = (m)(a) = (1000 kg)( 3 m/s²) =

3000 N.

PIP: What.

HEIDI: HMMMM a = F/a = 200 N / 2.5 m/s² = 80kg

PIP: Is there a manager I can speak to?

HEIDI: OHHH, YOU WANT THE ANSWERS  TO THE CROSSWORD ???

HEIDI: Ahem

HEIDI: One is centripetal, two is negative acceleration, three is plate tectonics, four is relative motion, five is slope—

PIP: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

HEIDI: SIX IS SPEED, SEVEN IS AVERAGE SPEED

PIP: WHAT'S EVEN THE GODDAMN DIFFERENCE?!

HEIDI: OH, I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

HEIDI: AHEM

HEIDI: THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL PIP: CAN I JUST GET PIP: MY GODDAMN PIP: FOOD PLEASE

TWEEK: WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING NICE??? PIP: I AM BEING NICE!!

TWEEK: BY YELLING??? PIP: FUCK YOU RESPECTFULLY

HEIDI: OKAY FINE, I'LL GET YOU YOUR GODDAMN BONELESS PIZZA OR WHATEVER DUMB QUEER SHIT YOU ORDERED

HEIDI: What do you want you low budget Super Sonic?

TWEEK: Uh yeah uh

TWEEK: What's this thing?

HEIDI: Do you have are stupid?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: What?

HEIDI: Do you.

HEIDI: Have are.

HEIDI: Stupid?

HEIDI: Bitch?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: What nonsense are you speaking?

TWEEK: What

HEIDI: That is a MENU

HEIDI: Say it with me

HEIDI: MEN

HEIDI: U!

TWEEK: Oh! A Meenew!

TWEEK: Cool!

PIP: Ignore him, he’s an imbecile

TWEEK: Hey! I'm not…

PIP: Anyways, he’ll have a pudding

HEIDI: We don't serve pudding here

TWEEK: No… no pudding???

HEIDI: No sir, we don’t have pudding

TWEEK: ( starts to cry like a lil bitch )

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: We have jello?

TWEEK: IT'S NOT THE SAME!! WAHHHHH!!!

PIP: He’ll just take a coffee

TWEEK: I DON'T WANT COFFEE!! I WANT PUDDIN!!

PIP: Shut

PIP: The

PIP: FUCK UP!

PIP: (SLAP )

TWEEK: ( Ugly Crying )

HEIDI: O….

HEIDI: Kkkkkkayyyyy…

HEIDI: What does the walking fetus want?

PIP: The what?

HEIDI: The child

HEIDI: What can we get for your child?

TWEEK: Right! My

TWEEK: My child

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Her names Silly String

HEIDI: Cool

HEIDI: Cool cool cool

HEIDI: What does… HEIDI: Silly String

HEIDI: Want to eat

TWEEK: Uh…

TWEEK: What do kids eat?

TWEEK: Do  kids even eat?

HEIDI: Yes, kids eat, captain obvious

PIP: Tweek she’s eating a crayon

TWEEK: Oh

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Do kids eat crayons?

PIP: No

PIP: No they do not

HEIDI: Does

HEIDI: Does Silly String

HEIDI: Want the jello instead?

TWEEK: No

TWEEK: I'm not feeding her that garbage

PIP: Can we just get a round of tater tots?

PIP: Please

HEIDI: Sure

HEIDI: Whatever gets me to stop talking to you 

HEIDI: And whatever gets me paid 

PIP: Well! That went over nicely!

TWEEK: You slapped me

PIP: It's a start

TWEEK: No

TWEEK: It's really not 

PIP: I'm recovering

PIP: I'm changing

PIP: I'm metamorphosing

PIP: I'm evolving

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Whatever

TWEEK: You seeing this shit, Silly String? 

SILLY STRING: ( Grunt of disapproval  )

PIP: What, so you’re getting your child to hate me too?

TWEEK: You  hate us

PIP: I mean

PIP: True

PIP: But I'm changing

TWEEK: Liar

PIP: Okay I'm lying

PIP: But Estella put me in a fucking time out

PIP: So I have to act  nice

PIP: Even though I really

PIP: REEEEALLY

PIP: Don’t want to be

SILLY STRING: ( confused grunt )

TWEEK: Estella's your grandma, Silly String 

SILLY STRING: ( surprised grunt )

PIP: Ugh

PIP: I hate Mum…

TWEEK: You see her as a mom too?

PIP: I

PIP: Uh

PIP: NO PIP: I NEVER SAID THAT

PIP: She's just so overprotective of us all the damn time

PIP: IT'S ANNOYING

TWEEK: SHhh

TWEEK: Don't shout!

TWEEK: There's people behind us…

TWEEK: Why the fuck are they looking at us like that?

PIP: It's the queer stare

PIP: They're harshly judging you

TWEEK: Oh god…

TWEEK: Heyyyyy

TWEEK: Silly String, say hi

SILLY STRING: ( excited grunting  )

TWEEK: You all look

TWEEK: SO  cool

TWEEK: Did you come from the Pride Parade?

TWEEK: Er- I mean…

TWEEK: Uh…

TWEEK: This is my son

TWEEK: …Daughter?

TWEEK: Child?

TWEEK: I don't know what Silly String is…

PIP: Didn’t you call her, “her ” earlier?

TWEEK: I mean,

TWEEK: YEAH

TWEEK: That doesn't mean I know

TWEEK: Wait

TWEEK: What are  you, Silly String?

SILLY STRING: ( I don't know grunt )

PIP: It's a mystery!

PIP: How are you all this lovely evening?

PIP: Just SWELL I presume?

TWEEK: Pip your eye is twitching

PIP: IT'S HAPPY SEIZING!!!

TWEEK: No… no pretty sure it's twitching

PIP: HAPPY. SEIZING. I'M SO JOYFUL I'M EXPRESSING IT THROUGH MY EYE!

TWEEK: …Sure…

(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

[hopelessdelusional]

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labyrinth

EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭

ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!

hey…life…am i right?

yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week

i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy

i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭

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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:

Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:

1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!

2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)

Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:

pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀

Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:

he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥

Kaminari-Sparky:

he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.

Hitoshi-eyebags:

he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)

Shoto-IcyHot:

shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)

Jirou-headphones:

ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)

Momo-ponytail:

yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen

Iida-four eyes/glasses:

….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO

Ochako-pink cheeks:

so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO

Izuku-Nerd:

….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨

hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶

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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM

- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?

- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy

- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered

- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever

- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO

- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn

- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)

- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji

- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men

- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!

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[andvys]

and i saved the most exciting one for dessert 🤭

There was one person that you hated more than anything, Steve Harrington. From the first moment you have laid your eyes on him, you just couldn’t stand him. You hated his cocky and arrogant personality, his perfect reputation, how sure of himself he always was. You hated King Steve, you hated the way he looked at you, you hated the way he used every opportunity to piss you off, he said things that he knew would get under your skin. 

OH MY GOD. ITS ENEMIES TO LOVERS. CONSIDER ME FUCKING DEAD ALREADY BYE 🥵🥵

“Aw,” he shrugs, throwing his arm around her shoulder, he turns back to you, giving you a small smirk, “I’m sorry, queen y/n.” 

oh he will be calling me queen once i'm done with him.

“I know, you’re a whore in virgin’s clothes.” 

HAHAHA HE GOT SO OFFENDED AS WELL LMAO

You are both so caught up in each other, you don’t notice the stolen glances between your boyfriend and his girlfriend, the longing gazes, the forbidden touches between the table as they reach for the other’s hand. 

the way jancy loves each other in every universe !! (except when nancy loves robin 👀)

He had suspicions but he didn’t want to dwell on them, not yet. But when he climbed up the wall to his girlfriend’s window, hoping to find her studying or listening to music, he didn’t find her doing any of those things. Instead, he caught her having sex with your boyfriend. 

TRAUMATIZING LITERALLY TRAUMATIZING

The moment he steps into his bathroom, he drops to his knees and pukes his lunch out. 

cheating is literally the worst :(

“You are a busy girl, Nancy Wheeler.”

girlie... if you only knew...

There he is, your boyfriend, shoving his tongue down your best friend’s throat. Both of them are half naked, her chest is covered in hickeys already, his hair is a mess, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths as she moves her hand into his pants. 

EW EW EW EW OH NO

“Fuck– y/n!” He scrambles to his feet, trying to find his shirt. 

you're clearly fucking nancy tho 😭

“You are fucking disgusting,” you mumble angrily, ignoring the heartbreak in your chest or the feeling of your throat getting tighter. The tears begin to spill and you look between them in shock. 

TELL THEM

“Y-You are such a–” He cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours, he kisses you roughly. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

His lips tastes like cheery coke and he smells so fucking good. 

oh yeah? proof? bring him over here 👁👅👁

“Yeah?” He rasps against your lips, “feeling’s mutual, honey. That’s okay, we don’t have to like each other, right?”

honey?? just like that i might be dead

“You will moan my name.” 

that a promise? 🤞

“Do it then because he never could.” 

THE SHADE ON JONATHAN 😭😭

“Fuck, you’re a little freak aren’t you?” He smirks darkly, “Byers couldn’t handle all of that, huh? Guess he wasn’t the freak after all, it was you.” 

😳😳 let's see if the big boy can handle her 🤭

“You shut up, princess. I’m not letting anyone fuck you, you’re mine tonight.” 

oh he's hot...

“God, fucking shut up and d–” He cuts you off, gripping your hips tighter, he licks up stripe up your pussy, moaning at your taste, “you shut up,” he mumbles before he buries his face in your cunt. Nudging his nose against your aching clit as he slips his tongue inside of you. 

them bickering when he has his face full of her is so adorable they'd make a great couple 🥰

“Good girl.” He mumbles, eyes twinkling with mischief when he sees your flustered expression, he feels you clench around his fingers as he pushes two inside of you, “fuck, you’re tight, how am I gonna fit inside of you?” 

NOT THE GOOD GIRL GOODBYE

King Steve is eating your pussy like his life is depending on it and he moans like a slut while doing so. Palming himself as he tastes you on his tongue and listens to you falling apart for him. 

he's such a whore i love him

“I haven’t even fucked you and your legs are already shaking.” 

SHVSDBSHSSISVSISVIWJS

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask, sliding your hand up his body, “I love sucking cock.” 

SHES SO BLUNT AND SO REAL

“Eddie Munson.” 

HES MAKES AN APPEARANCE!!!!

“Yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to get his dick sucked by the head cheerleader?” You giggle, “he really liked it, came back for more.” 

this is my multiverse of madness

Steve chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw, he caresses your cheek, “oh, we’ll make it fit, honey.” 

OHOHOHO

“Poor baby, can’t take my big cock huh?” He teases with a smirk on his face that quickly falls again when you clench around him, causing him to stop moving, “f-fuck.” 

NO NO THE DIRTY TALK IS GONNA KILL ME

“Pound my pussy, Steve, ruin me.” 

oh.mygkdn? god? 😳

“Mhmm,” you whine, you reach for his hands, dragging them up to your neck, “choke me, daddy.” 

WHATSISGOINGON RIGTJI NOW IM DSPEECHLESS

You both need a moment to calm down from this. 

bitch I NEED A MOMENT TO CALM DOWN FROM THIS

He looks up at you, “I mean, I’m still inside of you and you are playing with my hair so yeah.” 

THEYRE SO CUTE

“You know what? I think we should’ve done that a long time ago,” Steve admits, “in fact I think we should do it again.” 

his daddy kink changed him as a person. activated a new mode even

In a perfect world you would be together. 

THATS ADORABLE

okay that was so fucking FILTHY i think im absolutely speechless. im RED and on my way to take a cold shower 😁😁 goodbye ALSO YOUR STEVE IS SO FUCKING HOT !!!

IM GIGGLING AND GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT RN 😭 Your reactions have me kicking my feet 😂

Enemies to lovers with Steve is what we needed so bad

And omg I love Jancy but Ronance? I LOVE THEM

I'm glad you enjoyed the smut and dirty talk, I might just have to write more Steve smut for you😌

Thank you for your reactions, you literally made my night 🥺 ALSO IM HAPPY YOU LIKE THIS VERSION OF STEVE HEHE

[continuous-blabbing]

Hmmmm so I decided to have one little Jack Daniel’s Coke Zero drink(cuz I’m dumb but I also genuinely want to learn to behave myself around alcohol soooo) but that’s when the tight throat came back and I looked it up and now I’m wondering if maybe I have an alcohol allergy? Like I had one (only one) glass of baileys last night and I was fine mostly but I was coughing a decent amount and my chest felt tight so I was thinking I was actually getting sick but nowwww the allergy seems more likely huh that’s one way to quit drinking ig not a clue how I’ll explain that to anyone else tho

[birdstooth]

Hal had lingered for far too long, and you just weren’t in the mood for him. Sending him off with a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches.

Well shit. Now I look like a clown for going off about her not making sandwiches for Halle Berry last time 😭

It was infuriating how he waited to have dinner with you. Even if you weren’t eating with Cole, eating alone was just fine by you.

This is straight out of my teenage diary 😅

UGH, why are mom and dad always making us eat together as a “family”🙄🙄🙄 so gross I’d literally rather eat in my room ALONE. No one understands me 😒

And ok, bc I made a commitment to stick with my candidate (and I guess fellow scorpio), here we go:

How is this infuriating? Isn’t it polite to wait for ur host before eating? Even as a formality? If someone is coming an hour late to the sleepover, we will have some small snacks and wait to eat pizza later TOGETHER as a squad, instead of letting Lisa eat pizza alone in the corner while we argue over who would be which Spice Girl in our friend group

Cole was forward, but not too crass.

Sis he pushed u in the above average creek 😭😭😭

It was only the first day of summer and there was a man coming to pick you up

Brain: Is it just me or does this sound very ominous

Me: it’s just us. Bc u see “a man”, and think “The Man” (like, the government), and our knee jerk reaction is to “stick it to the Man”.

Brain: oh I see, so when I read this sentence, what I’m actually thinking is “it was only the first day of summer and the government agent had somehow managed to track me down. Ot was only a matter of time before he found the safe house, but I’m ready - I’m not going back to jail, even if it comes down to a shootout at high noon” 🤠

Me: basically

Not some boy that assumed you would cater to his every whim, but a man

Dude he just wanted a sandwich 😭🥺🥺

He made you feel seen and not gawked at.

Can we review that footage from above average creek tho bc I think some gawking happened

Surely the mundane day to day life in Johnsontown was stifling your creativity,

Not me reading this as Jones Town and being like girl, u are in for a wild ride 😅

Hearing the soft knock on the door, and harsh howl of Loretta

Get him Loretta!!! Go for the jugular! 👹👹👹

and Loretta backs away from him

I’m going to trust the dog’s instincts on this one 😤😤😤 also what’s this mofos zodiac sign huh??? Better not have more friendship stats with Loretta than me 😒

he holds up a crude bouquet of wildflowers

Me: Keep your fucking weeds bro 😒 (lol if Loretta isn’t going to be vicious, I’ll be vicious enough for the both of us 👹)

Loretta sniffs the floor until she reaches him, giving his feet a quick smell before sitting in front of him.

Nooooooo Loretta 😭

Dogs are too pure 😖😖😖 she doesn’t understand he’s a person that drinks coke with peanuts

⚠️NOTE: lmao so I did a quick read through after I finished writing the comments, and like, I definitely go off the rails here. Not like in a rambling tangent way, but in a “death of the author” way.

Idk if I’m just high key paranoid and distrusting, but for some reason I kept hearing the jaws music in the back of my head lol 😂

So after I wrote it I was like, wait is this rude??😬😬😬 Should I delete?? Bc if I wrote a comedy for example, and everyone came out being like “wow greatest horror film since Psycho”, I might feel not good haha. Even if they had a positive response, I might be bummed out that it wasn’t interpreted the way I wanted/intended.

But then I thought idk, maybe this could be interesting in some way? 🤔🤔🤔Like to see the reasoning behind someone’s personal reaction, even if it’s off the mark?

TL;DR I got psychological thriller* vibes from this chapter when I think I was supposed to get either warm and fuzzy or horny vibes lol.

So, if u want to walk a couple blocks in my shoes, I guess keep on reading, and if not, see u next chapter?? Haha

*like, a GOOD psychological thriller too. Not like how Tommy Wiseau’s “The Room” is unintentionally hilarious and has ppl laughing at the film instead of with it. If someone gave me this chapter without context and told me it was in the genre of stuff like “Fatal Attraction” or “Dangerous Liasons” or “Cruel Intentions”, I wouldn’t for a second doubt it.

🦈🦈🦈

“You live with your parents?”

STRANGER DANGER!!!

the correct response is: ya, I live with my parents, our SWAT team of security guards, and 87 attack dogs.

“They’re gone all summer.”

For real tho like why would u tell someone this??? Am I paranoid? I would not tell anyone this. Maybe he’s not a psycho killer, but he could be a burglar??? A bandit??? A dog thief???? An Amazon package stealer?? A prankster that will replace the filling in your Oreo cookies with toothpaste????

“You’re alone now. Does that scare you?”

Who asks this kind of stuff?? This is the question ppl ask to covertly assess your alertness level and safety precautions. 😰

I mean, who is the killer going to go for, the person that says, “nah, I’m not scared, I don’t even lock my door hahah”

Or the person that says “ya I triple check all the doors and windows, make sure the alarm is turned on every night, and sleep with both eyes open and a grenade between my teeth”

Is it different in small towns? Do y’all not grow up with adults constantly warning u not to approach strangers in cars, or to be very suspicious if someone asks you to come help “find their lost dog”?

I love my parents. I get along with them. They leave me alone, and let me live my life.

Do they rly let u live your life tho? Like why was ur mom talking about grandkids with Hal then huh?

“Would it have something to do with that notebook you were writing in when I met you?” You stare at him dumbfounded and he shrugs, “I’m observant. And currently, I enjoy watching you.”

Am I honestly crazy or does everything this guy says scream, DO NOT TRUST. HE’S ASKING TOO MANY QUESTIONS. But then I’m also like, I think this is supposed to be romantic tension???? 😂😂😂

idk… if someone was like “yeah I’ve noticed u always use fountain pens”, I’d be looking around for a large, unmarked van every time I went outside 😳

And doesn’t “I enjoy watching you” not make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up??? I’m getting up to do a full sweep of my apartment rn tbh. That’s some stalker talk.

These are examples of things that are acceptable to enjoy watching

Cat vids

People. In groups. In Paris. Outside of a cafe. With a coffee

Paint drying

The Kardashians (both on Keeping Up and their new Hulu (?) show)

Things that are NOT ok to enjoy watching

Water boiling (bc it won’t ����)

YouTube ads (on principle, u should force urself to hate these)

An individual person (outside the context of them doing a confessional on a reality tv show)

Any form of Logan Paul content

He steps closer to you, but never touches you.

Jab his eyes out!! Omg. This is the intro to sooo many kidnapped/taken hostage scenarios, like when the killer is slowly moving towards u and u are slowly backing away until ur back hits the wall 😫😫😫

Someone should not be in your personal space like this??? It’s a threatening power move???

Dude, unless we are like doing some kind of irl chess LARP thing and I’m the king peice, u should not be within 3 squares of me. Take several steps BACK BRO ✋✋✋

“I figured the roll around in the water, that kiss, and the fact that I made you dinner was enough to explain why.”

Sinister AF 😖😖😖Ok, after the words went thru the processing centre in my mind, the scene is this: u are alone with the kidnapper and ur like “why are u doing this to me?? Why meeee (very Nancy Kerrigan post kneecap attack*) What do u want??”

And they’re like “I think u know what I want. Didn’t u see the roses I left u? The poems I wrote?“

😵😵😵

*

What the author writes:

“You’re fascinating. You didn’t go to college just to earn your MRS degree,”

“You didn’t just go to college to find a husband.  You’re perfectly content in being you. Not being entranced by a balding preacher who just wants you to be barefoot and pregnant while you wait on him hand and foot. Hoping that a marriage would clear his philandering ways.”

What my brain sees:

you roll your eyes, and pull at his hand, but once again, he proves his strength, becoming unmoving,

Dude, this is PEAK HORROR MOVIE 😳😳. The girl is nervously trying to laugh it off like hahaha stop being silly, and the guy is deadass stone cold serious and standing his ground like a predator that knows he has u trapped 😰😰😰

“You never dated Bill?” You shake your head no, “And who’s helping you out with the farm?”

First he comes in with his handful of weeds and is like “awww a puppy!!” So u let your guard down and invite him in, and then he goes all Jekyll and Hyde 😵‍💫

“So there is someone. And no, I’m not jealous. Just want to let you know, I don’t date around. I don’t have time, and quite frankly, it’s exhausting to have to carry on the same conversation with multiple women, and try to keep up with details. I date one woman.”

Also, I feel like anytime people start a sentence with “I’m not….”, they definitely are what they claim not to be lol.

“I’m not trying to be rude, but this chicken is really dry”

Like ok??? Then don’t fucking eat it Karen 😠

Also, she never asked for any of this info? He just started villain monologuing out of nowhere?? 😫😫😫 why is he telling her this???

Look, as someone who is very accustomed to doing long pre-ambles to idk, minimize whatever problematic shit I’m about to say, this is definitely a disclaimer someone would say to cover their ass about some type of questionable behaviour.

He’s like, low key accusing her of idk, being some kind of floozy? And then laying down the rules like, “this is how I operate, get with it, or get stabbed 15 times in the chest”

“it’s exhausting to have to carry on the same conversation with multiple women, and try to keep up with details”

Big incel vibes rn😥 dude, no one is making u do any of this lol😭😭

That’s like me saying omg so exhausting to have to read through my 47 spam emails from random things I subscribed to years ago 😫 like, I could just not read those emails?? And if he could just like not have multiple pans on the fire at once or whatever it’s called when u have several schemes running simultaneously???

he’s like the angry guy who complains about how annoying it is to do this and that to impress women and it’s like no one asked u to do that man… u did that to yourself lol and now u are mad bc it didn’t work out

😓

Also, carrying on similar conversations with multiple ppl and keeping track of the details? That’s not a big ask! That’s what ppl do every day irl when they make friends or meet new people. Or like, talk to co-workers lmao.

And ya, I get that small talk can be exhausting, i also have a barely functioning social battery, but I’m not going to act like it’s a huge burden. Literally every one has to do this in life. And honestly, if having to chit chat with a few people and keep up with details like their hobbies and interests, is such a big hassle, consider urself lucky that’s the most exhausting part of your life lol. Some people don’t even have sandwiches to eat out there 😭😭😭

Also, maybe don’t expect it to be easy to find a date if u hate the process of dating? What, are women just supposed to want to date u without going through the initial what do u do for work, do u like hiking, what’s your family like, etc?

He doesn’t want to put in the work of getting to know people??? The heck??? It’s so… “Supreme gentleman” Elliot Rodger 😰😰😰

“Right,” you look away from him, and you feel his unease, although it wasn’t warranted

DAMN RIGHT IT’S NOT WARRANTED

“So you want me?” His lip curls up as he smirks. “So this date isn’t necessary, because you do in fact already want me?”

… this is seems like entrapment lol. Like he’s taking her own words and twisting them to make it seem like she already gave him the go ahead to take things further 😬

It’s very Regina George, “oh u said thanks when I called u pretty? So u agree? U think u are pretty?”😅

“I want something more meaningful than sex,”

Ok YASSS state your expectations, girl

“Who said anything about sex, Bumblebee?” He reaches out a hand, and it hovers over your hip, “Are you uncomfortable with me touching you?”

is he low key gaslighting her??? The whole “this date is unnecessary bc u already want me” was clearly an allusion to sexual desire, but now he’s like “whoa, I never explicitly said that!” So he’s making it seem like SHE’S the one that brought it up, when she was only saying what he was implying in the first place 😭😭😭

this is like when the lawyer cross examining u asks all sorts of leading stuff like “did u hate this person? Wouldn’t u benefit from their death? Haven’t u said in the past everything would be better when if they weee gone”

And u clearly see where this is going to u try to pre-emptively avoid the accusation by saying “I didn’t get along with that person but I would never hurt them!”

And then the lawyer is like “ whoa whoa whoa, who said anything about hurting them?? Why would u bring that up?” To make u seem like the guilty party when they just set u up

🫠

“No,” your voice croaks out. His hand presses on your hip, and he gently shushes you.

Just bc she said she’s not uncomfortable with u touching her doesn’t mean she’s giving u permission tho?? I’m not uncomfortable w donating blood but like, don’t tackle me at Starbucks and slit my throat u know??? 😬😬😬😬

It has to be on her terms😠😠😠

“I need you to breathe.”

1.) He makes her feel uncomfortable

2.) She gets nervous

3.) He gets to act like the rational person here lol like “hey, calm down”, as if she’s doesn’t have a legit reason to be nervous

U know what… all this is going into my cop Cole = peanut man conspiracy FACTUAL EVIDENCE folder bc these are some hard boiled interrogation tactics fr

🤔

“Just breathe. We’re just talking. But I need to know, so I don’t cross a line, are you saving yourself for marriage or something?”

“Just talking” 🙄🙄🙄 ok but like telling the Taco Bell employee you’re going to strangle them with their own intestines if u have to wait another minute for ur order is also “just talking”

🤷‍♀️

And then he has the audacity to be like “just so I don’t cross a line”. Dude, u crossed that line ages ago. U are at the bottom of this page of lined paper.

I mean, this isn’t a bad convo to have, but he kind of just put her on the spot like that?? Am I wrong??? Am I just traumatized for being randomly called on too many times in class when I didn’t do the homework???

Also, man, u don’t “need to know” in order to avoid “crossing a line”. I wouldn’t go up to someone and be like “I need to know whether u are ok with me following u around all day, so I don’t cross a line” Lol, why don’t u just like, keep urself from crossing that line on your own??

Let’s say the line is having sex. Could he not just like, ask for her consent when it gets to that point? Why does he need the consent up front?? And even if he gets it up front, she is still entitled to change her mind later on.

So really, no point in getting your line crossing license now, bc that shit expires immediately. 😐

Bumblebezos gave him a genuine answer and was clear about her expectations, but yikes. U in danger girl.

“Okay. No pressure. Let’s go on our date. Is this your first one?”

NOOooo. he does not get to do all that and then be like “haha cool, no pressure” and flip the nice guy switch back on. He just pumped her for some very personal info that he “needed” to know, and then wants to pretend like he didn’t just put her through the ringer?? At least he could be like “ty for answering my questions, is there anything u want to ask me??”

Even the most awful of job interviewers will do u that courtesy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

But instead he goes straight to stroke my ego city and is like was I the first??? Come on. This isn’t a livejournal post in the early 2000’s, when ppl would clamour to get that “FIRST!!!!11” comment

This isn’t the space race 😭😭 What is it with men and wanting to claim their territory like this??!

“You kissed some boy on the playground, didn’t you? That doesn’t count. I’m trying to go for bingo here with your firsts.”

He’s on a power trip lmaoo. Why does he want to “go for bingo” with her firsts? He’s basically saying he wants the power dynamic in his favour 😥

Plus he’s making up random ass rules? Like, oh that didn’t count, it doesn’t count unless I’m first. 😒

“So, I give that one to me.”

Crown yourself emperor while you’re at it, Napoleon 😤

Any man should be honored to fill up your bingo card.

😬😬 Ok, maybe it’s like a reference to the olden days when they had dance cards so it’s like a cute turn of phrase…

But also maybe it’s that thing that frat guys do where they compete with each other to be like who has been the most sexually adventurous with a girl. 🤨

“I’m only teasing. You're adorable when you get embarrassed. I have a feeling your entire body is heating up.”

🙄It’s like catcalling someone and saying “it was a compliment”, or grabbing someone’s ass as “a joke”. You can’t just make an inappropriate remark and say “only teasing”. 😒😒

“She’s the matriarch, and the oldest daughter of Tommy Mason. She owns the orchard, even though her siblings have some shares in the business. This will eventually be mine.”

What happened to mr “I want ppl to like me for me”, “I want to escape my mother’s maiden name” huh?? Why so braggadocious all of a sudden 🤔🤔🤔

he digs into the picnic basket, producing a very modest dinner. “Mom did this while I was setting this up,” he tells you.

Not him being like “I will provide dinner” earlier and then being like “mom made this” 😂😂😂

“So what did you think about last night when you were in bed?  Be honest. I just want honesty. I’ll tell you what I was thinking about.”

EXQUEEEZE ME? Why is she impressed by this? It’s rude as heck. And he always asks in such a weird way…

Saying, “be honest”, so if she doesn’t want to answer then it makes her look like she’s hiding something, when really, she doesn’t have to share any of these details with him lol. It’s like setting her up to either tell him the info he wants, or appear to be secretive.

COP INTERROGATION 101 🚨🚨🚨 I know all the tricks ok, I’ve seen them 👀

. Here’s another one: someone says they are ESL and can’t communicate with the cop, and the cop thinks it’s BS, so they say like “oh hey, is that your wallet/keys/whatever on the ground there?” (while gesturing to some spot on the floor), and if the person looks then the cop is like “GOTCHA! u understand me perfectly well, I’m going to note that you lied to an officer” but like, idk, if I was arrested in Italy by an Italian speaking cop and they asked me a question (u can tell it’s a question even if u don’t understand the language bc change in intonation at the end of the sentence), and then gestured to the ground somewhere, I would look too? Like maybe he’s giving an instruction idk, I just want to avoid a baton to the face lmao

Also, I feel like peanut man would never talk like this to another guy. Not just the innuendo stuff, but the phrasing and everything.

“What pizza toppings did you get bro, be honest. I’ll tell u what toppings I got too”

😒

“You wanted honesty. But I also wondered what you would feel like laying under me.

I cry lol 😂 he’s like saying she wants honesty too so he has an excuse to overshare his fantasies.

Like, I DO want honesty from people, but I also DONT want unsolicited info. Men, pls keep your honest descriptions of your dick to yourselves ok 😒 the only person u should share that with is your doctor and only if they ask u to 😫

Also, being “honest” and saying “honestly” doesn’t give u carte blanche to say whatever. “Honestly Becky, I think about slapping u in the face all the time. Just being honest with u 😘”

“Good. I’ll try to keep my thoughts of you a bit more tame, unless you don’t want me to,” you don’t know how to answer, so you just nod your head. “I see. Maybe your thoughts will become more sinful, too.  Don’t be afraid to act on those thoughts. Sometimes self discovery is more important than me discovering you. And I’ll only push you as far as you want me, too, okay?”

FUCKING MASTERFUL.

can we get a slow mo replay of that like they do in sports??

First, he says he’s going to try to keep his thoughts more tame

This establishes HIM as the chaste one, like he’s making the effort to keep it PG, like he didn’t say all that other innuendo stuff earlier

Then, he adds “unless u don’t want me to”

It puts her on the spot, he’s basically asking her give him permission to go wild with his fantasies

Q: If she says ya pls keep it PG, is he really going to refrain from thinking whatever about her??

A: No way in hell, but he created this illusion of choice to make it seem like she has control over something like HIS THOUGHTS

so since she’s on the spot, she just nods which I feel like is more a nod of acknowledgment than a real answer to his question ☹️

Then he subtly encourages her to have spicy thoughts as well

It’s like “maybe u will think of a pink elephant… maybe not…but maybe u will, who knows”

Like now that u brought it up, of course she’s going to think about it 🙄

but him throwing that “maybe” in there will make her think that she came up with those thoughts herself, when he really just prompted her

“Don’t be afraid to act on those thoughts”

… do we really think he’s saying this to help her feel empowered?? Or is he just trying to get his dick wet

From everything she said before (well, maybe he doesn’t remember bc it’s so “exhausting” for him to have to keep up with details), she seems pretty empowered already

She already told him she knows what she wants, and she isn’t going to be pressured by the town to become the traditional wife/mother that they want her to be

He doesn’t need to tell her don’t be afraid, but him saying it makes him seem so progressive and forward thinking

Like, is it a coincidence that the person who benefits the most from her acting on those thoughts is HIM?? 😒

At the same time it’s patronizing; she doesn’t need your permission dude

“Sometimes self discovery is more important than me discovering you”

And like, if your self discovery opens the door for me discovering you, that’s just a bonus, an not my original intention at all!! 🫠🫠🫠

WOW. He would do well to start a cult, bc that is some skillful bs

would he be happy for her if she did all her self discovery and was like “actually, I don’t want u”, or “actually, I prefer to get off on my own”??

… Pretty sure he wouldn’t be like “great! My job here is done! I’m off to empower another young lady!”

He would be pissed, or at least disappointed that her “self discovery” wasn’t her discovering that she wants to be physically intimate with him 🙄

“I’ll only push you as far as you want me to”

And how exactly is he going to know how far she wants him to push? Bc it seems like he decides how far he wants to push and then convinces her to let him.

But saying this makes it seem like he’s giving her total control when he knows damn well he has her eating out of the palm of his hand 😵‍💫

“As long as I’m the one you’re practicing with. We can even try sitting down, or laying down making out. It’ll really make you feel things.

What happened to all that self discovery rhetoric huh?? What if she self discovers that she wants to kiss other people??

And he was all “no pressure”, but then presents her with a bunch of options that she’s now going to feel like she SHOULD try bc he suggested them

And there was something that made you want to continue to make Cole proud. And that’s just what you would do.  Hoping for that confirmation from him.  

Lady, this is exactly how everyone in the town wants u to be 😓

So she ends up back where she started, in the submissive role she didn’t want in the first place, but now it’s better bc it’s on her terms? Or she THINKS it’s on her terms at least 😖😖😖

Sheeeesh 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 I think I got it like a weeks worth of cardio there just from fear alone 😂.

Anyway from a scale of 1-10, with 1 being totally rational interpretation, and 10 being like, u need more tin foil for that hat?? How delusional am I? 😵‍💫

Potentially relevant facts:

idk if u had to read “Great Expectations” at school, but the way Ms. Havisham basically raised Estella with a STRONG “men ain’t shit” philosophy is pretty close to my own upbringing haha. My whole family is very like, STEP ON HIM, matriarchal, etc.

I went to this tiny… Scottish themed all girls school from k-12 that was veerrry heavy handed with the female empowerment rhetoric (fun facts: we had “clans” like the houses in Harry Potter, some kind of ceremony involving bagpipes every month, our prefects had their own special tartan kilts, our Head Girl (like class president I guess?) had a special ceremonial dress uniform with a codpiece and a dagger in her sock)

In the summers, I was sent to this all girls camp in Algonquin park for 4-6 weeks (kind of like a national park where u can call and stuff and it’s up North isolated from cities) where we canoed, and swam, and basically lived like pioneers. And we also had a uniform, and had to do this weird yoga flag salute every morning. All the camp counsellors were women and literally the only males were: kitchen/cleaning staff, groundskeepers, maintenance workers, a guy that brushed/fed the horses and scooped the poop, and when we went on camping trips there was always one dude who accompanied us to carry the bulkiest equipment, do the heavy lifting, and make our food/set up the fire so we could have fun playing in the forest lmaooo (I distinctly remember one time our group was bored so we just made mud balls and threw them at him for fun, and then at night we threw rocks at his tent and he couldn’t do jack bc the counsellor was technically in charge and she didn’t discipline us lol. It was truly a utopia up there😌)

All this to say, sometimes I feel like I was molded in a certain way, but then I think about it and I’m like… but men actually ain’t shit so was I indoctrinated with this girl power stuff, or was I just being prepared for the real world???

Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 3

Summary:  Cole has something special planned for you

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  🥰

Warnings:  bit of teasing, beginnings to a praise kink, age gap, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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— TOKYO REV ## RANDOM HCS

alternate title: tr men and random headcanons i have abt some of them

characters included: ran haitani / sanzu haruchiyo / hanma shuji / manjiro sano / baji keisuke / takemichi hanagaki

warnings: a bit suggestive / mostly sfw tho / crack cocaine for sanzu / humour / gn! reader / ooc maybe?? idk thats up to u to decide lol

a/n: these were the only characters i could think of hcs for off the top of my head shhh. n e ways weewoo my first official contribution to the tr fandom, enjoy :p

% SHUJI HANMA %

he's the type to fake bang you.

doesn't matter where you are, who you're with or what you're doing– the moment he sees you bent down, hes getting all up behind you and thrusting full force 💀

you've had to start kneeling and squatting down to reach for things instead after one incident. living in fear everyday that hanma may one day pull a bluff on your poor, vulnerable ass right in front of your friends and family 😟

"shuji PLEASE im trying to take this dish out of the oven"

"hm? sorry~. i cant help myself when you're all bent down like that just for me ♡ "

you burned your fingers and almost dropped your lasagna all over the floor

all he did in apology was pat your ass and said "it looks good babe 😘"

you still dont know whether he was talking about your ass– or the lasagna

probably both.

% RAN HAITANI %

he makes deez nuts jokes along with his brother rindou LMAO

thinks they're sooo fuckin funny. oh? your legs are broken? lol deez nuts are next 🤣

and whats worse is that rin backs him up too with a shit eating grin, both giggling like lil kids who just made a joke about poo

has never actually fallen for it whenever someone tries though

and even if it were to happen, you wouldnt know.

given the way he just stands there like 🕺 right after he finishes you off with his baton for humiliating him like that in broad daylight

rin: "🙄 cant believe you fell"

ran: "i didnt fa-"

rin: "for deez nuts."

ran: 😃

not only did he fall for deez nuts twice on that day, but he smacked a hoe with his baton twice too

hurt his ego knowing rindou pulled it on him without missing a beat

if you ever asked, it never happened <3

% SANZU %

ACTUALLY served crack before he served his country.

has definitely snorted cocaine off your ass crack to make things more exciting

though one time, you caught him snorting sugar off the kitchen counter. having temporarily taken away his coke stash after he kept waking up next to you high as hell

a credit card, 10,000¥ bill and nose all lined up to take another hit

"what are you doing?? you know you cant-"

"its not."

"huh? the hell you mean its 'not' 🤨"

"its sugar, princess. here~ try it"

"no thanks-"

told you to shut up as he scooped some up with his finger n stuck them in your mouth anyway

it was sugar.

he was snorting glucose up his nostrils.

"WHAT THE FUCK 😃."

you still think he mightve done it just to spite you since youre so worried about his health

you gave him back his shit after that

so it was either him high off the rocks or...yeah <3 he was definitely in a silly goofy mood that day

manz is actually deranged 🚹 middle child behavior if ive ever seen it

% BAJI KEISUKE %

never make a 'your mom' joke at this guy.

ever.

the first n last time some sleezy highschool kid tried to do it to a pre-k baji, they limped outta there the next day looking like they got mauled by several street cats

just never- dont. dont even utter a word about his mom unless youve been feeling alive'nt recently

you can talk smack about baji but never about his momma :<

ranted to peke j about it that night as he was falling asleep

"and i pummeled that asshole! right in his ugly ass mug 😤"

peke j: mrow

"no one!... can talk shit about my mom like that...*snores*"

peke j: mrow

% MIKEY %

still orders the McDonald's happy meal even as an adult

does NOT eat the apple slices :<

he's also another person who enjoys pulling deez nuts jokes on unsuspecting victims...or at least used to ://

*is busy munching on dorayaki*

"hey you know suna?"

"whos that? 😐"

"suna or later deez nuts gonna be in ya' mouth"

k.o'ed on sight. absolutely hates deez nuts jokes now after he fell for one.

draken laughs everytime he recalls it, and mikey refuses to answer any random questions since then

% TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI %

asked chifuyu one time after he did the devils tango with hina on their wedding night

if it was gay to think of another man during it.

"hey so i was wondering... is it gay to think of mikey while i was having sex with hina?"

?????

"huhhh 😕 takemitchy, man i– i mean..bros before hoes right? 😄"

"yeah!! youre right!"

both sat there in silence after

then hakkai walked in, holding his phone that still had mitsuya's now updated side profile picture as his lockscreen

takemichi cried that night 👍🏼

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[fuwushiguro]

For the ON THE JOB event could you either do Dabi as a Police officer or Sukuna as a Butcher? If you want to do this that is fine💜

Notes: omg Sukuna as a butcher would be so funny, I've never been to a butcher's in my LIFE tho so I'm gonna attempt doing Dabi the copper, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Dubcon, Blowjob, Abuse of Power, Drugs

police offier!Dabi x f!Reader

"Looks like you've got a little bit of sugar on your nose, doll." the raven-haired police offer tells you as he taps his nose. He possessed a pair of turquoise eyes that made you shiver under his gaze. Pools of blue that you weren't quite sure you'd like to get lost in.

"Thanks." you tell him, wiping away your little indiscretion.

You were standing freezing with your friends as you waited for a cab after your big, eventful, boozey nightclub visit. They were practically hanging their tongues out for the attractive officer. You couldn't blame them. There's nothing sexier than a man in uniform.

"'m gonna have to ask you to come with me sweetheart." he told you, it would have almost been hot if it wasn't so enraging. A seductive lilt in his pretty voice that made him sound so nonchalant. You would have asked why, but you already know it's because of the speckles of cocaine sprinkled on your nose. As if you are the only person to indulge in the entire club. You suppose he just wants an excuse to swing his cock around, some sick power trip.

He guided you to his comical looking police car. It wasn't that it was a funny vehicle. It was just odd to see something for a long period of time that you have only ever really seen on TV and movies. You were shocked when he opened the passenger side for you.

"Aren't I meant to sit in the back?" you wondered.

"Aw, 'm not some kind of monster. I'm not gonna make a pretty girl sit in the back." he smiled before ducking into the car.

He thinks you're pretty.

You assumed he'd be taking you in to sleep in a cell for the night. You know, since he's a cop. But instead. You find yourselves in a dark, dingy alleyway. Of course. Of course you'd be stuck with a crooked one. Just your fucking luck.

"Well?" he asked. As if you knew what the fuck he wanted or what he was talking about.

"Well? Well what?"

"Do you want me to make this all go away?" he wondered. You rolled your eyes. Pathetic. What a pathetic embarrassing man. But you did, you didn't want to spend the night in a cell, so you nodded.

"Daddy wants his cock sucked, coke whore."

Sucking dick in a car is probably the most uncomfortable, unpleasant thing you can do. Your back was hurting. The way your body angled was painful and your jaw was positively aching. Your eyes widened when his eight inch monster flopped out of his trousers, but he didn't give you any time to admire or process what you were about to do. He practically drilled himself down your throat.

"Faster, c'mon baby daddy wants to cum." he hissed.

His hips rolled on his seat as he thrusted himself inside of your mouth. His precum was salty and made you dread what was to follow. There's no doubt that he'll want to assert his dominance by soiling your mouth. His moans were so whiney and broken. Like it's been a while since his cock has had any attention outside of himself. You fondled his balls and he grunted so loudly.

"Fuck, y'really are a whore huh?" he groaned. Your tongue explored his slit before taking him down your throat again. The way your tongue sloshed all around him as you descened made him jolt. You jerked him a little while you took his balls in your mouth. "Fuck 'm gonna cum, put your fuckin' mouth back on it!" he said, panic rising in his voice. He couldn't ruin his uniform, God forbid his co-workers find out what he's been up to.

He floods your mouth with his white, milky cum. It's tangy and unpleasant, but you have no chance of spitting it out. Not while your hair is tangled between his fingers and both hands are holding you down, hostage at the base of his member. He spills himself until there's nothing left and you drink it all. He let's you sit back upright, smirking a little when he sees a little droplet of his seed at the corner of your mouth. He hands you a tissue from his glove compartment.

"Coke and cum, such a God damn slut." he comments. You turn to look out the window, knowing this little dalliance is over and he'll be taking you home now.

"Let's just go now, please."

"Heh. At least white suits ya, doll."

this is part of my ON THE JOB event

© 2021 fuwushiguro

[rosezza]

࿐ Cocaine and Roses

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warnings: dark!rafe, choking, age gap! reader is 19 and rafe is 28, strong language, use of drugs, violence, force

"get off me." Rafe sneered as he pushed you away from him. dipping his head back down to the table. sniffing up the remains of white substance he had even tho you didnt want him to, your opinion didnt matter to him when it came to his cocaine use.

"Rafe please– i dont like you doing that when im around.." you mumbled quietly, careful not to get on his nerves. "dont care." he sniffled as he wiped his nose, grabbing the small bag filled with white substance, ready to sniff more.

but before he could, you stepped in the way. snatching the bag from his hand and taking a step back, probably not the best idea at all. but you didnt wanna stand there and watch when your unhinged boyfriend kept sniffing coke up his nose.

Rafe immediately popped up from his chair, his big veiny hands clasping the edge of the table to get him up faster. "y/n." his eyes narrowed as he glared at you. he stepped closer, getting up in your face. the air tense.

you swallowed "yea?.." you said quietly, acting calm. he scoffed and bit the inside of his cheek "easy or hard way?" he said firmly, his voice deep as he got closer.

"im not giving it back to you" you shook your head. he didnt answer as his hand moved to your throat, his cold fingers gently caressing your skin as he pushed you up against the table behind you. "actin so fuckin smart, huh?" he tilted his head slightly as his fingers tightened slightly around your throat. causing your lips to part.

you swallowed your own spit, letting go of the coke. he noticed, but he didnt let go. "Rafe.." you said quietly "i gave it back" you added. but instead of letting you go, he only increased the pressure around your throat, slightly cutting off your airways. your lips parted more, your breathing started to be heard.

"i like seeing you squirm." Rafe said calmly as he held you in place. his eyes searching yours, noticing the fear in them. he enjoyed it, a wave of pleasure went through his body as his own hand kept you from breathing normally. it felt good to hurt you. he was sick. but you still loved him, in hopes of one day fixing him. even tho deep down you knew that wasnt possible. not at all

"R-Rafe-.." you gasped for air. your hands moved to his veiny ones. trying to peel him off your throat. but he was too strong. his grip only tightened. he kept you pushed against the table, his other hand on the table beside you, keeping you in place as he continued choking you.

he snapped back to reality when he noticed tears welling up in your eyes, he immediately pulled his hand back. you took a deep breath as he let go, your breathing shaky. a tear ran down your cheek. he sighed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you against him gently. "im sorry." he cleared his throat as he held you close to him, he felt guilty. he hated that he lost control sometimes. especially to those he loved. you stayed quiet, but tears kept slowly running down your face as you hid your face in his shoulder, your tears staining his shirt. but he didnt mind. he caused this anyways.

he kissed your neck softly, his warm lips touching your skin before picking you up, your legs wrapping around him, he made sure to be gentle with you. "how about we go get something to drink and then we can watch a movie or something princess, hm?" Rafe said softly as he brought you out of the room. carrying you in his arms

you knew he was nowhere near good. he was the devil, he just didnt have a red tail and horns. but you couldnt help but love him. atleast he treated you well after hurting you. most people called you crazy for dating him, but who cares? you loved him anyways. and he wouldnt let you stop loving him either

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taglist: @necroflame @rafeownsriley

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

HOLY SHIT!!! THIS THIS!!!!!!

Honestly ur so fucking spot on about a lot of stuff about Zero ya know especially him. ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME??? U WRITE PRETTY GOOOODD

Him having more bestial traits op ur FUCKING BRAIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

I was thinking of Zero being a Dragon/Lion hybrid (Mostly Lion like). Also he definitely uses his wings as a cloak (think like meta knight from Kirby) Zero can get Furrier as a treat but also the hell is up with Wily snorting up that Furry coke?

But yes! Out of all of the hunters Zero would struggle the most to adapt to this peaceful world unlike X and Axl. Most of the time he just wanders around Ruins or on Terra as a Nomad trying to keep himself alive or at least satisfy his hunter tendencies by murking Reaverbots that no one wants to deal with. God, Zero would have been a Cryptid to the Carborns especially his more beastial appearance doesn’t help him as most folks would be low key scared of him so he stays in the wilderness. He enjoys his freedom so much but the thought of him laying down on the Grass looking at the pure bright blue sky would just be exhilarating for him.

So this is the Peace that he was fighting for? Huh it feels nice

Since I mentioned that Zero can 100% see and communicate with Cyber Elves. That would be his only company as those sprites would be always with him. He doesn’t mind their company at all if anything it feels like (Idea maybe he had a Cyber Elf!Ciel that keeps him company). Since the world isn’t at war the Cyber Elves become the only “Companions” for him. It’s nice to at least socialize with someone but dawg bro needs to chat with real people.

IT DID NOT HELPED WITH HIS REPUTATION LAJDOSJDKWDJS

Like can you imagine being a Digger and you at first thought it was a person but the closer you get you realize that it’s not a normal person. But instead some monster thing surrounded by fucking spirits. Looking at you with the most predatory eyes that you have ever seen. Plus it killed reaverbot with his bare hands Alone. It wants to help you but can’t help to freak out from how fucking scary that thing looks-

Combined with his social skills…it made him low key unapproachable (For his dismay but he doesn’t care as much as he should).

Zero would eventually take in a kiddo of his and gets to be the worlds Okayest dad- he loves them to bits but how to parent tho-

But his mane is the perfect pillow-

Hello! So this was originally going to be an ask but it spiraled out of my control and it got too long so here we are :D I hope you enjoy my ramblings. Also I'm not a writer so I'm sorry if I sometimes don't make sense (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

@absolutely-normal-about-x

Your legends reborn AU has given me brain worms and ideas and I would like to share them if you don't mind! :D

It's mostly about Zero.

So, in one of your posts you said that you view the guardians' animalistic traits as a sign of freedom and that got me thinking about Zero.

I'm not 100% sure on how you interpret him, or how you want him to be in the au but from what I've gathered you like to see him as a Creature™ and it's how i view him too most times!

I love your head cannon that Zero can go on all fours because was not only made to be the ultimate weapon but also the ultimate predator (or hunter I don't remember the exact word you used)

So I was thinking that in your legends reborn au, since it's a time of peace and he is not a war machine anymore, he's (mostly) not a weapon anymore! :D

So, his predator/ hunter side is more present which makes his animalistic traits more prominent then the guardians. He can run on all fours, has paws :3, I like imagining him using his hair/mane as a bed or a blanket, and maybe give him some wings to reflect the absolute armor and the mother elf a little since she was based on him. (I still think he wears armor though)

I just want them to represent how free he is in the new world. I see the world of megaman legends as being very freeing for a being like Zero.

I think he has always lived in very restricting conditions. As I said before this man is a Creature™ and I don't think Wily ever intended for him to be a social one or to live in crowded places like a city (cuz he was supposed to Destroy those). I imagine living in the hunters HQ with so many reploids never felt quite right to him.

And Sure he could act like other reploids and mostly blend in but his mind was still so different he had to work extra hard to fit in. (Basically he's had to mask so hard for most of his life)

I think the only time he felt most like he was in his natural habitat was in the Zero games when he was mindlessly destroying thousands of enemies in large spaces to achieve a goal, and mostly not talking to people. It was still not very fun for him though, since missing most of his memories, and missing people he did not remember did not feel nice.

Then he wakes up in a world where there is no war, no virus, no mavericks, no great or good he needed to die for. Only (relative) peace and a strange new body that needed to sleep and eat.

His body is hard to get used to. The prospect of hunting is not new to him, but eating definitely is, and sleeping is just as hard. Getting used to it is challenging enough that it distracts him from thinking about his situation too hard at first.

After a while, it starts to hit him that he doesn't have a purpose. He had always had something he had to do, something or someone to fight for. But now there was no one and the peace he and his loved ones had fought so hard for was achieved. Now his only purpose was to keep himself alive and help some of the people he finds in trouble, because what else does he do?

This makes him feel empty at first but then it's starts to feel so natural. To just exist, to hunt and help people he finds along the way, to learn about this new world and finally live.

He had never really lived before, not like this, his life was always dominated by being a weapon first. And later, accidentally adopting someone will really make him feel like he's alive.

He still misses X, Axl and many others terribly, but he tries to keep himself busy

Aaaa anyway, what I wanted to get at is that he's finally truly free. Like X is. And I like to portray that as him being able to be more wild.

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego 

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had. 

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat. 

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin. 

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice. 

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase. 

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink. 

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure. 

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party. 

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch. 

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near. 

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on. 

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff. 

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile. 

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring. 

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly. 

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.  

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. 

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily. 

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back. 

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.” 

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s. 

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

 But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life. 

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night’s drunken antics. 

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you. 

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?” 

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down. 

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only. 

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him. 

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it���s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down. 

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace. 

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

---

Part 4

a/n: lemme know what you think!(:

[akkivee]

so bat and bb minus ichiro meeting up in arb!!!

saburo had called the mc to meet him and jiro in akihabara (a very popular place for anime/otaku culture and you should check it out if you manage to go to japan one day!!!) because he traced a lead on the whereabouts of the mc’s master to a maid cafe. bat coincidentally happened to be visiting the same cafe, even came in literal moments prior to 2️⃣3️⃣ coming in, because jyushi heard about maid cafes from his friends and wanted to check one out lol. jyushi kicks the whole thing off like this tho and it’s pretty much the whole mood of this entire maid cafe experience lmao

maid a: welcome in, master~~ kyun kyun⭐️

jyushi: *chuckles* i have been welcomed to this feast for survival with such hustling enthusiasm………

edgy speak tl: wow we just walked in here and i already want to leave

kuukou and hitoya fuss at jyushi for a bit and it’s so funny to watch jyushi doing his edgy speak but kuukou and hitoya are very obviously replying to the translated text underneath his strange statements lmao anyway 2️⃣3️⃣ walk in with mc just then and jiro gets pretty flustered over the maid greeting like the otaku he is lol. the mc then notices bat!!! the mc introduces them to 2️⃣3️⃣ as the ‘three nice guys who helped him out the other day’ and then they’re seated at their tables. jiro tried to talk to the maid that greeted 2️⃣3️⃣, asking for the person their lead tracked to but their lead turns out to be their maid for this trip, who promptly seated them. jiro and saburo very quickly catch on they aren’t going to get any information out of her unless they spend money in the cafe lol except

jiro: i guess let’s check out the menu then….. everything’s so expensive????

saburo: huh??? this is just some low end kitschy cafe there’s no way— why is this so expensive??????

they out here charging $30 for a rice omelette and $8-10 for condiments lol bat went through the same ‘hf this stuff is expensive’ crisis 2️⃣3️⃣ did and decided to order drinks and leave (coffee for hitoya, coke for kuukou and hot cocoa for jyushi.) 2️⃣3️⃣, watching them, immediately decide to order drinks as well since it’s the least expensive thing on the menu, at a whopping $15 lol 😭 (jiro got coke, saburo got iced tea and the mc nervously chose between their choices depending on what the player picked lol) on bat’s side we’re treated to some good old hitoya bitching lol

hitoya: there are two things i can’t stand: the first: restaurants that are obviously price gouging and the second: people who blindly step into such places

kuukou: well i gotta agree with you on that ………

they fuss at jyushi some more lol when the lights suddenly go out and a spotlight shines on the maid serving bat. she announces the start of “attack ⭐️ affection injection!! special love bazooka drink: chugging battle!!!!” the prize if they participate is to have their order for free!! it’s nice for sure but saburo doesn’t really see any point in participating…….. until their lead comes up and tells them she’ll tell them everything if they all participate. and so they do just that lol and bat were pretty much volun-told to do the event lmao but then they reveal the drink

everyone is disgusted lmao

saburo quits immediately lol, much to jiro’s indignation, and gives a long winded explanation why it really isn’t necessary to drink this which prompts hellion extraordinaire, harai kuukou, to laugh at them and mock them for giving up before it’s even started. jiro gets riled up and back talks kuukou’s smack talk which riles kuukou up and before you know it, they’re challenging each other to who can finish the drink fastest. it a ‘battle between men!!’ as jiro dubs it lol

and so it begins!!!!!

it is truly an awful drink lmao

but!!!! neither jiro nor kuukou can give up here!!!! and they start chugging the drink to the shock and horror of the others. jyushi and saburo can’t believe what they’re seeing. hitoya recognizes their pride is really carrying them right now. hitoya begs kuukou to think about his body as he begins to falter; he doesn’t have to do this!! saburo tries to reason with jiro; this is meaningless!!! if he goes down here ichi-nii will be devastated!!! but jiro perseveres, and tells saburo that he can count on to finish this, he’s his older brother after all. saburo mournfully calls out for his brother as he begins to chug the monstrous drink even faster. and then the maid starts the final countdown—!!!

kuukou finishes his drink with only two seconds to spare and jiro slams his empty cup in the final second. kuukou won the battle!!!!

he starts to flex his win but that drink instantly starts coming up lol and saburo rushes to jiro’s side, whose mourning his loss and can barely get the words out. saburo consoles him, and tearfully tells him he doesn’t have to say a word (lmao) kuukou walks up to jiro tho, to let him know he’s pretty amazing!!!! he’s already looking forward to their next battle and jiro vows that he’s not going to lose next time!!! 💪🔥

and so bad ass temple takes their leave and the battle draws to a close 😌

[zalrb]

OTH 2x10 REWATCH

OK I’ve gotten a couple asks for more OTH reviews and what had happened was the show was slowly sucking the life out of me that when I got to season 2, I couldn’t keep it together so I didn’t sit and watch episodes, I would skip ahead 10 seconds every few minutes and then I was getting so sick of it that I went back to watching GoT. LOL. But since it seems to be something a few people like I will go back to where I left off and do a couple of reviews.

1. Ugh Peyton and her like two-episode coke addiction arc. I actually find it hilarious that I hate Peyton more and not less now that I’m not a preteen.

2. IIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYYY jesus what a convoluted line.

3. “Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote--” SHUT UP, LUCAS.

4. Lucas’ jacket, chair and wall are all the same tone. This is ridiculous.

5. I’m trying to decide if Dan hiring Jules to get into a relationship with Keith only to break his heart is high school petty or actually insidious. Maybe it’s because it SOUNDS like a high school prank. I mean, Nate did start dating Haley to mess with Lucas, which is very teen. But I guess like father, like son, idk.

6. Lucas, the colour brown doesn’t give you a personality.

7. “Because you’re better than that” the slut shaming in OTH is laughably prevalent. Brooke's decision to sleep with Felix without wanting a relationship doesn’t make her “less than”, my god. Especially since what’s meant to be conveyed is that she deserves an emotionally fulfilling relationship.

SIDE NOTE, I love how in the episode before (formal) when Anna is drunk and initiates sex with him and he stops it, it’s because he wants to make sure he’s in love first and not “you’re drunk and therefore can’t really consent to having sex”, I hooked up with the DOUCHIEST dude but before that time happened there was almost a time before that but I was tipsy and he wasn’t and so he was like nah, HE understood this concept but not Lucas Scott, The Sensitive Hero of Tree Hill   (and before anyone goes in the Olde Decade of 2000s, this was 2000s too)

8. “It took Brooke less than an hour to hook up with Lucas.” “Lucas wouldn’t do that, he’s with Anna.” “Really?” *points*

OH NO, NOT WALKING AND TALKING IN A PUBLIC SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9. I’ll low it tho because that’s actually very teen. But they need the melodrama of Dawson’s Creek to pull off the fact that everything is fucking monumental to you at 16.

10. YO. IN 2005 THE SPARKLY CARDIGAN WAS FUCKING EVERYWHERE.

11. “It’s not about the camp, Haley, it’s about trust” I’m sorry but that’s not how that conversation would go, this is very after-school-special-theme-of-the-week type dialogue, a more natural response would be, “It’s not even about the camp, Haley, it’s about the fact that I’m putting this marriage first, are you? I want you to stop working with Chris.”

12. The reveal of Peyton’s locker has me like, realistically, if she went to school and saw that on her locker, she would go straight to the principal, not open it and get her books etc.

13. I know Nathan walked out of the apartment without changing but he can at least take off the tux jacket.

14. “The fact is man, I used to destroy guys like you. Daily.” I know Nathan was basically a villain in season 1 but did we ever see him beat someone up? I know I just watched the season but I erased it from my mind because I love myself.

15. Oh my god it’s been 10 minutes?

16. How would Lucas not know about the slur on Peyton’s locker? Everyone is supposed to be talking about it.

17. Oh, so he did know, he just didn’t start off with, “I heard what happened. I wanted to see if you were OK” because why be straightforward.

18. “You miss Jake, huh?” “OK, you can’t just walk in here and ask me something like that!” Girl, what?

19. “When was the last time we even had a conversation about anything real?” a) when was the first time? “I want my art to mean something.” How unique, Peyton. b) he’s TRYING to talk about something real NOW.

20. “Because a REAL friend would know about all the crap that I’ve been dealing with lately.” PEYTON, he JUST tried to ask you about Jake AND he came over and asked about the locker in a really stupid roundabout way. I swear, I hate this ship.

21. “Just go, please.” “OK. I’ll go.”

You can’t make THIS face and be Sensitive Guy, Chad, that’s a face that says “bitches be crazy”, it should hurt you that she can’t talk to you and I mean this even on a platonic level because that’s the kind of guy you’re supposed to be.

22. “Whatever you think, I really do care about you, Peyton.” In the FLATTEST voice ever, what is this, a Steroline scene?

23. “Lucas Eugene Scott.” “Eugene??” I thought Haley and Lucas were best friends since they were kids, shouldn’t she know his middle name?

24. I know Haley has a failing marriage and everything but Lucas is her best friend and he’s refusing to take a test that will determine whether or not he has a heart defect, I feel like that should ALSO be a priority for her.

25. I always thought this exchange was unintentionally funny. “Why wouldn’t you want to take the test?” “For lots of reasons! Basketball! The way I want to live my life!” Because while ‘the way I want to live my life’ encompasses many things, Lucas only lists two things. And also you could die if you continued to play basketball, Lucas, you’re a teenager, not stupid.

26. “Do you really think I would put a game before my life?” “I would.” “Oh, GROW UP” I wish she said that with more irony, the way Lily in GG would say it.

27. Also, I love how it’s all LUCAS LOVES BASKETBALL, BASKETBALL IS HIS LIFE but it’s also not at the same time? Unless he’s actually PLAYING basketball, Lucas doesn’t really talk about it or seem to care that much about it.

28. Lucas is a minor, can’t she legally make him take a test?

29. Oh, NOW Nathan takes off his jacket.

30. “I’m not going to see Chris anymore.” I’m just going to go on tour with him!

31. “These feelings won’t go away.” What an appropriate song for an angsty Peyton sitting on her bed.

32. And to be fair, what Peyton is going through right now is terrible, I get that, she’s just incredibly annoying as a character.

33. So the Peyton and Anna scene is actually a pretty good scene, I just think we need a bit more before Peyon gets to this place. What I mean is, the locker incident happens and then she and Brooke are sitting outside and Brooke is trying to cheer her up and she’s like the Old P Sawyer would’ve just rolled with this and she’s like I haven’t been feeling like the Old P Sawyer lately or whatever then she cuts school then when Lucas comes to visit her she’s crying and then she tells him to leave and then she’s sitting in the room listening to angsty music then Anna comes and tells her to laugh this off and then Peyton responds with the album and “what about the girl who can’t?” speech like she was always going to make a statement when nothing beforehand suggests that she was going to do that, it seemed like she was just going to try and wait for it to blow over so if Anna’s response sparked that anger then the dialogue should’ve been like, “You know, people have been telling me to laugh this off, to just roll with it, but...” *pause* and then we can get to the scene.

34. Brooke slashing Felix’s tires is lol.

35. LOL OTH’s budget was nothing

but their clothes still look better than RoP’s.

36. “I heard you fixed Brooke’s windshield. I wanna pay for it. I took some money out of the bank.” What else would you do, Mouth? Steal it?

37. Lucas’ favourite colour is black and he, like, never wears it.

38. Mouth is a hedgehog.

39. Remember when there was that tiktok video going around where people had to come to a party dressed as the first character they had a crush on and people came dressed as Sonic? I just left that alone.

40. Black principal! Because of course there’s a Black principal. Just like there’s a Black judge or a Black doctor or now it’s a Black therapist or police chief. Roles of authority that are two-liners or supporting characters. And many times and in the case of this principal, are there to be the person who shows some kind of prejudicial or biased thinking.

41. So in the DVD commentary Mark Schwahn went on and on about fighting with the network about this storyline because the execs didn’t get why Peyton was making such a big deal about it since she herself wasn’t gay and he was saying how he was telling the execs that her not being gay wasn’t the point then he proceeded to talk about how Hilarie was really nervous and uncomfortable about taking off her shirt in front of everyone but she was finally able to do it because she’s a professional and then you find out years later that Mark Schwahn is a fucking predator who sexually harassed the female cast and it’s just terrible because basically, he just wanted to see Hilarie without her top on.

42. “Oppression isn’t exactly a mystery to me. I feel your pain.” “NO, NO, YOU DON’T. I’m sorry but YOU don’t know anything about MY pain” this whole exchange is just UGH. Skipping ahead.

43. So, Lucas, do you ever go to school? Like you start there and then you don’t get to last period.

44. And why is your hood on? Everything you do is insufferable.

45. Wow, I have more than 45 things to say about this?

46. “Girls see me as a little brother” so you smash Brooke’s windshield? The original incel.

47. “Haley went after Nathan when he was a jerk, Brooke went for Felix, Lucas you’ve screwed up a lot this year and you’ve had a different girl every week” I mean, you’re not wrong, Mouth, but that was a disproportionate and violent reaction.

48. So. Felix. You put some cash and a picture of you and your ex in an envelope and slid it under Brooke’s door then left in the off chance she’d take the money, see the photo, and ask you about it so you can show her you’re a person? What kind of plan is that?

49. Nathan wears black more than Lucas.

50. “I guess Dan’s not the only I can’t trust” Lucas, you’re being COMPLETELY irrational.

51. Skills must say “dawg” at least once in a sentence otherwise we’ll forget he’s Black. It is known.

52. All these teens having bedrooms that have doors that lead to outside. I know there’s a better way to say this but you get what I mean.

53. There is no way Felix did not hear them talking. Stay in the bathroom.

54. I feel like Chris wouldn’t wear this candy striper shirt

he’s someone who would wear black, no?

55. So, I think Lucas’ favourite colour being black really struck a nerve for me for no rational reason.

56. Don’t studios cost money? Like it’s expensive to just be in a studio, you pay for the time.

57. In the DVD commentary they were saying that Bethany was kissing Chris back and so they had to do a few takes so it could be made clear that it was just Chris coming onto Haley but Haley let’s him kiss her for a pretty long time, she should’ve moved away much more quickly.

58. And she’s not nearly as upset as she should be.

59. “Your dreams are a bus ride away” that sounds SO unappealing to me.

60. “IT WAS ALWAYS THERE BETWEEN US HALEY WHETHER YOU ADMIT IT OR NOT.” “YOU’RE THE LIAR, ELENA. THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON BETWEEN US AND YOU’RE LYING TO ME, AND YOU’RE LYING TO STEFAN, AND MOST OF ALL YOU’RE LYING TO YOURSELF.” All you men, just ugh, shut up.

61. If you’re having a bad day, I just don’t know if coke would be the drug of choice? The high lasts between 15-20 minutes that’s why people do it constantly. Smoke some weed, Peyton, chill the fuck out.

62. Oh look, Nathan’s in black again. And Lucas ... not so much.

63. I DON’T BUY IT LUKE, I THINK THERE’S SOMETHING IN YOUR HEART THAT YOU’RE RUNNING FROM. YOU KNOW THERE’S A GIRL YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR.” I just ... WHAT is this writing. What does Lucas’ dumbass refusing to take a test to see if he could DIE from a heart defect have to do with his FIGURATIVE heart? NOTHING. Having feelings for someone has NO ROOM in this conversation. “You can tell me your heart’s fine, but until you tell this girl how you feel, your heart’s going to be flawed.”My guy, that makes no FUCKING sense.

64. Shady drug dealing at night. All my friends either went to the dealer’s house or the dealer went to theirs.

65. Deb wasn’t in this episode at all and then she just shows up at the end?

66. Who says “I love you” for the first time on a machine?

67. “You know how much I care about you” “I really do care about you, Peyton” Lucas, SWITCH IT UP, this is why you repeat shit in letters, are you sure the text in The Comet isn’t just taken from your text in An Unkindness of Ravens? Because you plagiarize yourself constantly.

68. Lucas’ breakup is so fucking ridiculous. “But there’s somebody else and she’s a part of my history that came before you and I’ve been lying about how I feel about her and I need to see her tonight because I feel like she’s slipping away” does Anna really need to know that right after you break up with her you’re going to see the girl you ACTUALLY like? Although I just remembered that he is literally going right next door to Brooke so if Anna sees that’d be awkward. WOW Lucas is SUCH a fuckboy, it’s LAUGHABLE. SHE LIVES RIGHT NEXT DOOR, LUKE. (More a softboy than a fuckboy)

69. I know this is not the point, but I feel like this coke would be bad coke. I feel like when Cousin Greg went to Central Park to get Kendall coke and Kendall was like WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

70. Don’t do drugs. 

71. JAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hartigays]

Rafebarry Prompt for you! So what about some of Barry’s pals being over at the trailer and they’re all just like “Damn Bro” at seeing Rafe (who’s just living his best chaotic life, being Barry’s housewife/partner in crime) and Barry’s just all smug about it like “Yeah. I’m hittin’ that. Be jealous.”

tw: mature themes (drug use, sexual implications) and some homophobic language (just a comment from some loser tho)

rafe’s bike tears through swampy grass and dirt with a vengeance as he pulls into barry’s front yard, leaving tire marks in his wake.

when he pulls off his helmet, the first thing he sees are people spilling in and out of the trailer. people rafe doesn’t recognize - some of them attractive, even.

which is… infuriating, to put it lightly.

barry clearly hadn’t felt the need to keep rafe in the loop, inviting him over without informing him that half of the cut would be in attendance as well.

like, seriously, what the fuck? rafe had thought - well. he’d intended to come here to pick up some blow, and maybe, possibly, perhaps let barry have his way with him while he’s at it.

barry can’t have his way with him if half the population of north carolina is stacked up inside the trailer. and that’s just. frustrating.

rafe kind of wants to drive his bike straight through the trailer, mowing some partygoers down and end this whole shebang right here and now. but, as barry has made explicitly clear time and time again, rafe is Not Allowed to harm and/or kill people on his property.

it’s sometimes irritating, this whole thing they’ve started. this casual fling that’s maybe not-so-casual anymore considering rafe agreed to be exclusive with barry not even two days ago.

there are just. so many rules, like no maiming, or killing, or… actually, that’s about it. but that’s two rules too many. rafe doesn’t like rules, or being told what he can or can’t do.

barry is just lucky rafe likes him. kind of. sort of. somewhat.

otherwise, barry would be drifting along the bottom of the ocean somewhere, flesh being nibbled away at by fish and sharks and the like.

rafe flings his helmet towards his bike, not bothering to see if it landed anywhere convenient, before storming across the yard and shoving himself through a cluster of people to get inside the trailer.

barry is sitting on the couch, all sorts of people surrounding him, looking like he’s already fucked up beyond belief.

which is also annoying, because he was supposed to get fucked up beyond belief with rafe, then mandhandle rafe into bed to have his wicked way with him. like always.

“ayy, country club!” barry practically shouts over the noice, his accent even thicker and more drawn out than usual. “you made it!”

“yeah, barry, i made it,” rafe snaps, then sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

look, he’s not against parties or anything. actually, he’s quite in favor of them. he just… did not plan for his day to go like this.

rafe wanted barry’s full attention, which is now virtually impossible given the amount of bodies that are currently filling the room.

barry just looks at rafe with glazed eyes, leaning back casually against the couch cushions. “aw, don’t you go pouting on me ‘n shit, rafe cameron. ain’t you always down for a party or some shit like that?”

“a little heads up would’ve been nice,” rafe tells him, his temper rearing it’s ugly head again and bleeding into his voice. “look, can i just get my shit so i can get out of here?”

rafe moves around the coffee table, elbowing a few drunk idiots out of his way as he does. barry eyes him as he comes closer, before suddenly swinging one arm out and wrapping it around rafe’s waist. he ropes rafe in close enough that rafe stumbles a bit over barry’s feet, sprawling right into his lap.

“see, ain’t that more like it, country club?” barry purrs, his lips pressed against rafe’s ear.

rafe feels a shiver rocket down his spine, but also a flare of anxiety.

barry is certainly fucked up beyond comprehension, and they haven’t exactly talked about making their relationship public. rafe has no idea if this is something barry will regret in the morning and end up cutting rafe off.

but to be fair, if barry did wake up and decide to tell rafe to fuck off, rafe would probably just kill him. he might just kill him anyway, just because he feels like it.

and since barry’s inevitable death is hurtling towards them at breakneck speed, rafe might as well enjoy barry’s final moments while he can.

so he lets barry kiss him, full on the mouth, on display for the hundred or so other people milling about the room.

rafe, regrettably, makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat when he feels barry’s tongue dip into his mouth, sweeping across his own.

regrettably, because some fucking weird ass next to barry leans in close to watch. rafe can see the movement out of the corner of his eye.

but barry isn’t deterred. he might be a little encouraged, even, because he deepens the kiss even more, pressing in so close that rafe feels like they could crawl inside of each other and form one cohesive nightmare of a person.

“ain’t peg you for a fag, barry,” the guy comments, his words slurring. he burps after he speaks, and barry detaches his lips from rafe to look over at the source of the noise.

“the fuck you just say to me?” barry snaps, digging his fingers into rafe’s hips to keep him in place when rafe moves to get up, ready to just slit this guy’s throat and be done with it. “ain’t you in my damn house, fuckass? who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to?”

“hey, man, didn’t mean no offense,” the guy says, raising his hands in mock surrender before burping again. “jus’ askin’.”

“getcho’ dumbass out my house, bro,” barry tells him, removing one hand from rafe’s hips for only a moment, just to shove the guy out of his seat.

the still nameless man just shrugs, gulping down the remnants of his beer before getting up and disappearing into the crowd.

“i think you guys are cute,” a girl giggles from where she’s seated, across from the couch rafe and barry are currently planted on.

barry looks up at rafe, and it’s almost fond and god, that’s disgusting. rafe wants to soak himself in it, let it marinate until it’s deeply ingrained in every fiber of his being.

“sho’ are,” barry agrees with her, still looking up at rafe. he’s got one hand beneath rafe’s shirt now, nails raking over his back.

rafe shudders, wishing he could dissolve every person in this room right this very moment so he can curl up inside barry and make a home there.

“gotta say, ‘m a little jealous, man,” some other guy pipes up from barry’s other side.

rafe looks over at him, one brow arched, finding the guy staring right back as he hits some sort of pipe.

probably filled with meth, based on the state of the guy’s teeth.

classy.

“guess you just gon’ have to be jealous, then,” barry tosses back, not bothering to spare the guy a glance before returning his mouth to rafe’s.

the party comes and goes, faster than rafe anticipated, but that maybe can be attributed to the fact that barry keeps rafe glued to him at all times, practically devouring him every chance he can get, and showing him off to every person who happens to look their way.

rafe will admit, it’s a little satisfying, knowing how proud barry is to have staked his claim. he’s surprised that he’s so okay with barry being so possessive of him, too.

rafe cameron normally does not like the idea of being owned by anyone or anything. at least, he hadn’t up until now.

at this point, he’s pretty sure he’d let barry put a dog collar on him that reads property of barry the coke dealer, without complaint.

now, lounging in barry’s bed, sweat-soaked and panting, rafe sparks a blunt. he takes a long hit and passes it to barry.

“you did this on purpose,” rafe says, knowingly.

barry just grins up at the ceiling like a shark, shrugging as he hits the blunt.

“you’re pretty, rafe cameron. and you’re mine,” barry tells him, passing the weed back. “what’s it hurt to show off a little? you ain’t die or nothing.”

“never said it was a bad thing,” rafe snorts. “just maybe give me a little warning next time you plan to parade me around as your trophy wife.”

“like you ain’t get off on all them people talking ‘bout how jealous they are that i get to have you.”

barry has a point, rafe will admit. not out loud, mind you, but still. in the quiet of his mind, where no one else can hear, he agrees with barry wholeheartedly.

“can you blame them? i mean, look at me,” rafe says with a snooty little sniff, running a hand along his jaw. “you landed yourself a masterpiece. people are gonna notice.”

“you so damn full of yourself, country club,” barry snorts. “imma have to knock that ego down a peg. i been too nice to you.”

“says the guy whose ego grew ten times larger just by being a show-off about his boyfriend.”

barry rolls over onto his side, watching rafe hit the blunt with heavily-lidded eyes. “boyfriend, huh? ain’t we a bit old for that?”

“you literally called me your boyfriend like, fifty times today. do not even- ”

barry shuts him up mid-sentence by taking the blunt from rafe’s hand and putting it out on the ashtray next to the bed, tangling his fingers in rafe’s hair, and pulling him in for a kiss that’s all tongues and teeth.

rafe wanted to finish his sentence, had planned on finishing it, but barry doesn’t give him the chance. not with the way he’s kissing him right now.

within a matter of moments, rafe forgets what he was planning to say in the first place. but whatever, he’s fucking tired, barry feels good and smells good and tastes good. so what if he’s a trophy wife, so what if he may or may not get off on people being jealous that barry gets to date him. to own him.

it’s all arbitrary.

instead of figuring out what he was going to say, rafe breaks away from barry’s lips, fastening his mouth to barry’s neck and biting down.

his teeth sink in deep, and he hopes with everything he has left in him that it leaves a scar.

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One Shot- Bucky x Reader

Summary- Bucky adores you, he tries to show this in subtle ways but you brush it off not wanting to think more into it even though you’re crushing on him too. He also loves to be that one annoying person who you can’t help but laugh with so he figures it’s time to step it up a notch to really show you how much he likes you. 

Warnings- Bucky being a cute annoying and loving and fluffy!

You flopped onto the sofa located in the common room of The Avengers compound, with a book in hand ready to settle down for the evening. You were wearing a bralette, an oversized unzipped hoodie and shorts that wrapped around the top half of your thighs, it was comfortable to chill in knowing not many people would be roaming the compound. It was the weekend meaning it was awfully quiet, it reminded you of when you were at University, the weekends were always peaceful as people left campus for the weekend to go home. The compound felt a little like that. Many of the workers and even some of the Avengers would go home if the compound wasn’t their permanent residence. For you… it was. Fury advised you in joining the Avengers, your expertise in handling weapons and guns was valuable to them, so when Bucky arrived… in a somewhat stable state you made the perfect pair, adding Sam to the mix was a bonus. You enjoyed listening to the two of them rip into each other. Although it usually ended in you butting their heads together when it was time to focus in order to make the dream teamwork.

You shot Bucky a quick smile as he strolled into the common room, he returned the smile but you returned your interest to the book. Though trying to read the book was tough, you had noticed he was wearing his red Henley, that hugged his muscles and showed off his pecs, man you were a sucker for his muscles. You knew better than to swoon over him though, you were adamant Bucky saw you as just a friend and though you maybe did fancy him the tiniest bit you’d learnt to push those feeling aside. Not many people knew Bucky the way you did, spending copious amounts of time with him you knew him inside out, probably not as much as Steve, but you were a close second.

Bucky enjoyed your company, he had done for a while now and developed feelings for you that he struggled to word, he knew he had a better chance of showing that he was crazy for you rather than telling you. He always tried to show you by always holding you in places of affection, but you never seemed to notice. You peered up from your book as Bucky took a seat next to you, his left arm settled on the back of the sofa.

“What book you reading?” He leant into you to catch a glimpse at the words on the page, you flipped over the cover to show him the front page.

“The Duke and I?” Bucky scrunched up his face as he realised it was one of those romantic, sexy books you like to read.

“Don’t judge me!” You scowled jokingly as you both smiled. He raised his arm in defence before scooting closer to you. Him shifting next to you made it even harder to concentrate on the words in the book. You could smell the freshness of his body wash, and the coconut scent of his shampoo dangling on the ends of his hair. You took a side glance realising he was looking at you… minutes passed, and he was still staring at you. You huffed, dramatically closing your book, and looking across to meet Bucky’s eyes, he was staring intently.

“Bucky! Stop staring.”

“We’re having a staring contest.”

“I wasn’t staring at you… so we’re not having a staring contest” You pointed out squinting your eyes trying to understand what was going on his brain yet letting the corner of your lips turn upwards.

“But you’re staring now. So now we’re having a staring contest”

“That’s not how it works Bucky!” You huffed realising this was pointless and returning to your book.

“Ha! You blinked!”

“I wasn’t playing!” You sang unfazed by Bucky’s attempt to annoy you and keeping your eyes locked on the book.

“Then why were you looking at me?

“Because you looked at me first!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad” Bucky’s put his face in front of your book, leaning over you, he chuckled as you lifted your book up to your view. He always called you cute, you’d just assume he said it to every woman he’d met. His head relaxed on your lap as he adjusted his position, laying out on the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. Did he want your attention or something? He began to pop his lips every other second, he then glanced up at you as you felt his head shift sideways, his lips were pursed realising you were still reading.

“You’re cute when you read”

You closed your book again settling it on his chest, your hand on top of the book. He smirked and his blue eyes gleamed almost looking like puppy dogs as he was happy you were paying him attention.

“You never notice when I call you cute Y/N”

“I do, I chose to ignore it cause it doesn’t mean anything. I assume you call everyone cute”

“You think I go around calling Sam cute huh? You know I only call you cute!” Bucky ran his finger through his hair still looking up at you. He always found a way to make you laugh even when he knew he was irritating you.

“You’re cute when you laugh” Bucky was more serious this time, his eyes looked deeper in yours searching as he reached out his arm to rest his hand on the side of your neck, you hair in between his fingers, and his thumb laid on the edge of your cheek. Your breath stuck in your throat as his touch sent an explosive sparkle through your body. You were used to Bucky touching you, he was always handsy with you, around your waist, lower back, shoulders, you just never questioned it assuming he was looking out for you.

“I wish I’d done this sooner” Bucky motioned his thumb in smooth strokes across your cheek.

“What’s that?” You whispered finding your words yet still feeling flustered in the moment.

“Kiss you. It’s been on my mind for a while now” Bucky mumbled before tenderly pulling your head down guiding it to his, he stopped when your noses were barely inches apart.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” You suddenly felt embarrassed wondering if Bucky was doing this to carry on annoying you, you thought you knew almost everything about Bucky, you were sure he was too busy enjoying running missions to even think about having a personal life.

“I know I can be annoying, but I ain’t a dick. I’ve felt this way for a while” Bucky pressed his lips to yours closing that inch gap. His lips were sweet, and his beard tickled your skin as your mouth moved in sync. He moved up from your lap slowly making sure not to break the kiss, his hands settled on your hips gripping them as he guided you onto his lap, so you were straddling him. Your hands were flatly pressed against his chest and his hands moved to your bum squeezing as he rubbed against you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Curiosity got the better of you pulling away and instantly regretting it as you worried you’d killed the mood. Bucky still held you smirking.

“Had to make sure… I didn’t think I’d fall for someone again after what I’d been through. An no matter what I told you, the gory details, or the fear I put in people you weren’t scared… I could see it in your eyes.”

“I wanted to make you feel part of the team and appreciated. It the least I could do after what you’ve been through. Anyway, I’m too fierce to fear you.” You prodded his chest joking with him.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky questioned, raising his eyebrows, and coking his head as if he’d been challenged. You nodded biting your lip, he suddenly flipped you over laying you on the sofa with your hands tightly held about your head as he straddled you, his face again inches form yours. You watched him as he allowed his eyes to make their way down your body, he breathed deeply clearly enjoying looking at your body.

“You have a cute body” He commented interlocking your hands and brining you up into him, smiling as he brushed his nose against yours.

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