#he also has a stash of coke(the drug)

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Lilia Headcanons:

Part of the reason why Lilia acts so ✨silly✨ is because of his makeup

We all know how back in the old days, lead and radium was used in makeup along with other things.

His makeup is literally toxic to everyone around him

He’s so old the makeup he has from his day is toxic. It has lead, radium, all the good stuff/s

If he turns the lights off, he will glow

Thankfully someone(Silver) took away his makeup and replaced it, so he won’t be dangerous to others anymore.

On a fortunate Malleus makes his makeup from nature or it’s imported from other countries.

Bonus:

No one:

Lilia in the dark:

[rafeandonlyrafe]

carnival

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, dealer!rafe, reader does coke, blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), kinda sex as payment??

“what you want, pretty?” rafe asks, already tugging you towards the back room. “some white, and then you.” you smirk at him, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

“yeah?” rafe smiles at you, shutting the bedroom door behind you, usually off limits for those seeking some of his stash, but not for you. 

“here baby.” rafe tosses a small baggie at you, filled with white powder. you tap it out onto the back off your hand in a jagged line, but it doesn’t matter the presentation as you sniff up the coke, barely able to put the rest of your bag in your purse before it hits you.

“how much i owe you?” you ask.

“you should know better than that.” rafe shakes his head. “i don’t need your money.” you don’t bother to respond, sinking immediately to your knees, glad for the plush rug keeping them from bruising. “just need your mouth.” rafe undoes his belt, allowing your hands to take over and pull it free from the belt loops. 

“good thing im a pro.” you make quick work of rafes pants, tugging them down for him to step out of, knowing the night isn’t going to end just from you sucking him off.

you rub your hand over his length, the material of his underwear still blocking you, but he’s already hard, was the second he saw you at the party, knowing you would eventually come to him.

“cmon, pretty.” rafe encourages you, his voice soft but you know its not a request, but rather a command for you to stop teasing.

you pull his underwear down, mouth immediately surrounding his cock before its even all the way down his thighs. rafe lets out a moan, not caring who could possibly hear him.

“thats it.” he groans when you suck lower, being careful not to let your teeth accidentally scrape against his length.

“so good.” you mumble when you pull back to kiss at his tip, licking your tongue over his slit to collect any precum that has leaked, moaning when you taste him on your tongue.

you don’t savor it for long before sinking your head again, setting up a fast rhythm, pushing his cock all the way down your throat and then pulling back until just his head is between your lips.

your gag reflex doesn’t make an appearance, it hasn’t since you first started sucking rafe off for blow, gagging only once when you realized how much bigger he was than anyone you’ve had before. you’ve never made a mistake since.

rafes moans are like music to your ears, the song pumping from the speakers at the party going on throughout the rest of the house also filling the bedroom.

go, go, go, go

head so good, she a honor roll

she’ll ride that dick like a carnival

i done did the impossible

you pull away to blink up at rafe, unsure if its the influence of the song or the drugs in your system mixing with the alcohol you pregramed. “let me ride you, rafe.”

“fuck, yeah.” he nods without a second thought.

“cum in my mouth first? i do owe you for the coke.” you want to make sure rafe is down for getting it up twice in one night, but he doesnt use his words to confirm, instead wrapping his hands in your hair and shoving your head back down.

you moan around his cock, knowing how much rafe likes feeling the vibrations as he starts to press his hips forward. you stop your motions up on down, covering your teeth and relaxing your throat.

“fuck yes.” rafe groans, thrusting forward while holding your head still, allowing him to fully shove down your throat.

you place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself stable as he fucks your throat, making you even more excited to get inside of him later, to feel him thrusting up into you while he’s on top.

“close.” rafe warns, your mouth far too good to last any longer, especially not with the promise of your pussy next.

you glide one hand up his thigh, cupping his balls, and its what sends rafe over the edge, groaning out your name as he cums, releasing into your mouth. 

you suck him gently through his high before pulling off, opening your mouth to show rafe your cum covered tongue.

“jesus, baby, you deserve all the blow in the world for that head.” you swallow before smiling up at him, “thank you, rafey.”

rafe helps you up, your legs a little numb from kneeling down, but its out of your mind as rafe wraps his arms around your waist, hauling your body against his in a strong kiss.

“get on the bed.” you pull away from rafes mouth. rafe is slow in unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers moving slowly as he watches you grab your purse from the floor, inhaling some more of the white powder before you step out of your heels, revealing your perfectly painted white toenails.

rafe licks his lips as he climbs onto the bed, now completely naked as you stand in front of him, moving slowly to the music as your hands run over your body, dress not hiding anything as it fits you like a second skin. 

you don’t tease rafe for too long before you begin to strip your clothes off, revealing that you’ve just got a bra on underneath your dress, having forgone panties like you always do on nights out, not caring if anyone sees your pussy.

you crawl onto the bed, watching rafes cock twitch, already halfway hard again just from watching you get naked for him.

“love these tits, come here baby.” rafe says, his back propped up by the headboard. you crawl onto his lap, hovering your cunt over his cock to tease him as rafe cups your chest, smirking when you jiggles your boobs in his face.

“you could do lines off them sometime.” you offer rafe, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you.

“damn, you really work for your free stash, don’t you baby?” he laughs. you know you’re going above and beyond, but its not truly about the free drugs and rafe knows it.

you reach between your bodies as rafes thumbs swipe over your nipples, watching them harden before his eyes as you grasp his cock, only having to give it a few strokes before he’s ready to go again.

“clean?” you ask rafe, hoping you can have him without a condom.

“yeah. pill?” he asks you.

you shake your head and tap the side of your arm. “implant.”

rafe nods. “i’m taking you raw then.” 

“damn right.” you nod, raising your hips to line up your entrance with his cock, sinking down with a soft moan, having to move slowly with rafes cock stretching your walls.

“oh shit.” rafe groans, his head falling backwards against the headboard. “youre so fucking tight.”

you make a point to clench around his dick, tightening your pussy even more around him before beginning to move, starting slowly as you move back and forth, rafes hands moving down to hold your waist as your hands press against his abs to give yourself some stability.

you lean in to kiss rafe, needing his mouth back on yours as you begin to bounce faster, thighs straining as you ride him.

rafe moans into your mouth, letting you move however you please, knowing this won't be the last time he has you naked before him, not going to be able to hold back now that he's got a feel of your pussy.

“so big.” you coo out, hips moving from side to side, almost in a dancing motion as you ride, occasionally pressing all the way down to grind your clit into his body. you can feel his abs clenching underneath your palms as rafe gasps and groans, making you smile, realizing how good you're making him feel.

you suddenly pull off, making rafe cry out at the loss, but you quickly turn and line your pussy back up with his cock. you place your hands between his legs on the bed and lower your cunt over his cock, ass now facing rafe.

“oh fuck.” he moans, hands gripping your bum as you begin to bounce it up and down, using every trick you have in your book, loving the way rafe feels inside of you, long and thick.

“love your dick.” you look over to your shoulder to tell rafe. “want you to cum in me.”

“keep going like that baby and im gonna.” rafe warns. 

you smile and face forward to put all your effort into riding rafe, knowing your ass must be bouncing deliciously from the way he grips and slaps at it while you move.

you gasp when rafe suddenly pushes you forward, falling to your stomach as his body covers yours, chest pressing into your back as he cums, lodging his cock deep inside you to release himself, making you shudder as your pussy pulses around him, milking every last drop.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans, flopping to the side, his cock slipping easily out of you.

you can't help but giggle at his heavy breathing, his eyes closed as his chest rising up and down.

you shimmy closer, trying to keep your thighs squeezed shut to not leak all over the bed. “that was so good, rafey. can't believe we hadn't done that before.”

“never gonna settle for just your mouth now that ive felt that.” rafe laughs out, placing his hand behind your head to bring you in for a kiss. “although you do have a hell of a mouth on you.”

“well you'll have to have both because there's no way im gonna stop sucking you off.” you laugh.

“i think that can be arranged.” rafe smirks, sighing when someone knocks at the door, probably barry needing him to keep selling.

“find me after the party?” you question, sliding off the bed, knowing you'll need to find a bathroom as soon as you leave the bedroom to clean yourself up.

“of course.” rafe nods, standing up as well and quickly getting redressed before helping you with your dress and heels.

someone knocks again and you go to head for the door, but rafe grabs your hand, slipping another baggie of white powder into it.

“you've earned it.” he smiles at you.

you grin back, pulling him in for one more kiss before heading out into the chaos.

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[ego-meliorem-esse]

When you say "followed by a raging storm," what do you mean? What does that look like and what does Alfred's 'usual' raging storm entail?

Tw: drug use (yeah sorry)

To be honest its not a very common thing to happen. Just a silly example could be simply overworking himself. And by god, does he overwork himself. Alfred is the sort of person to bottle things up untill they overflow. He will do his work, then the extra work he was given, then he will do the extra work he gave himself, then maybe do a thing on the side, forgetting to take a break for weeks. Months on some occassions.

He realizes he has taken on too much. He will not be able to finish everything on time. At the same time it takes so much for him to get to this point of "i cant do this anymore" but also looking on from the outside it would seem be is folding at the slightest of obstacles.

Then all of a sudden he will break. When he does its usually unsettlingly silent. Its quiet and calm. If he is at a point of raging storm approaching, he will quiety shut down his laptop, turn off his phone, lock all the locls on his doors, and probably just lay himself on the floor. He will eat nothing and drink nothing. Its the whole quiet before the storm situation. Tho the storm in his case has already begun. His mind is working overtime and he cannot focus on a single thought. At this point its difficult to speak to him, he will not form sentences. His mind is a house with dozens of windows, all open. A hurricane is outside. All the windows are creaking, banging and letting in the storm. Which one do you close first? Is it even worth it? What if you close one window and the damn door breaks open due to the storm?

Every little whispering voice of self doubt is screeming at this point. And every critique or simply unkind word by another person/nation set aside is coming into full view.

At this point the only way he knows how to quiet down the thoughts and feelings overflowing is either taking antidepressants and anti anxiety pills stashed away, perscribed by a doctor but untouched untill now, or simply snorting cocaine. At that point he is feeling exhausted, negative and self conscious. Those are relatively unfamilliar grounds. Coke gives him the opposite, something he is used to: the feeling of positivity, energy and confidence.

Absolute shit way of dealing with his feelings. Alfred can be exceptionally intelligent, and he is most of the time. He is stupid tho when it comes to feeling feelings. Zero knowledge. He is just "ew bad feeling, ew ew, go away, no like, have to remove".

Sorry this is probably not the answer you wanted, especially not including drug use but I'm afraid it's 2 am, my brain is fried and I got college tomorrow all day so this is my coping mechanism.

I love my big boy Alfred but he needs to leave the lines alone stg

[bunny-extract]

on the subject of our favorite fictional military men and drugs:

price definitely had a party-boy phase in college/uni, has definitely done acid before and, as big of a rule guy as he is, when he’s on leave for a good portion of time, he definitely tokes a little green here and there.

ghost actively refuses to willing do anything, given what his dad and brother went through, however he’s definitely accidentally eaten a pot brownie or two before when he was a rookie. (will never admit it, but he never felt so relaxed in his life)

soap SMOKES and he know all the tricks for pissing clean when he needs to. 100% lights up at some point on missions that get drawn out for months on end. probably also tried coke once

gaz smokes with soap and he refuses to smoke alone. he gets paranoid whenever he does but mainly only smokes with soap so that he can blame him for being a bad influence if they get caught (price knows he’s bs’ing when he catches them)

könig doesn’t smoke but he does dabble in edibles. can get away with it more often because he’s on a prescription for medical mj. preferred brownies and cookies because the chocolate masks the taste of the weed. also hates smoking alone so he frequently shares his baked good with the rest of kortac

YES YES YES // Send 141 4/20 headcanon >:-)) it’s a mandate of the holiday

Gaz not wanting to smoke alone is so good because I know he’s the one who always has something rolled. Is so fucking funny when he’s high too. Always so quick with his remarks, but they really get clever when he’s smoking.

Ghost is always side eyeing it, but he’s shamelessly snagged a gummy or two from Soaps stash. Sits in a bubbly bath and focuses on the gentle little pop, pop, pop of each one until he’s so relaxed he could slip down the drain. He buys fancy shit for the silky texture, but doesn’t realize how much the fragrances stick to him when he’s -literally- steeping in it. Nobody comments on him smelling so good but they do all linger around where he’s been, enjoying it.

Soap and Price have definitely run into each other on smoke breaks. Price would only be disappointed that Soap wasn’t sneaky enough. Taught you better didn’t I?

König definitely bakes his own, I bet his place reeeeks in the best way. Has to turn people down when they ask to buy them off him, only because he couldn’t keep up with demand. // Is the type to take an edible before a jog, start running and then be suddenly be petting cows in a field several towns away.

[ghostismybbygorl]

Its 4/20 you know what that meaaaaans

420 headcannons

Nsfw

Warnings: Drug use (duh)

Lets get started

Ghost

This man is a STONER. He smokes weed all day everyday

He likes to dabble into mushrooms as well though he has to be in the right headspace to do it.

He likes to go on camping trips and trip on mushrooms while hes doing the hike in and relaxing listening to the nature and watching the trees move as he lays in a hammock

He prefers hybrid strand of weeds since it balances him out and calms him down.

He keeps a cbd pen on him and uses it after a tough mission or if he really needs to focus

He hates edibles with a passion. He took one of soaps brownies thinking it was a normal brownie and was sprawled out on the couch unable to move completely greened out

He uses a bong or pre rolled joints (gaz rolls them for him

MUNCHIES GALLORE

He has a trio; something sweet, something salty, and chocolate

You can catch him at 3am devouring leftovers, soaps snack stash, anything edible hell eat

This is the grinder and bong he likes to use

Soap

Doesnt smoke as much as ghost and gaz but he does it every other week

He likes sativa because it helps him focus but also puts him in a good mood

BIG ACID TAKER.

He'll trip on acid when he goes to a rave or music festival

When he goes on excursions with ghost to partake in psychedelics he'll drop a tab

He's done all the psychedelic drugs but prefers acid and shrooms the most

Hes a big edible eater he makes THE BEST pot brownies just a perfect amount to where you get high but not green out (only that one time he made them extra strong for him and gaz (ghost stole some and made him green out))

He prefers to smoke joints and edibles

Price

Not a big weed guy but he takes cbd gummies to keep his stress levels down

Accidentally ate soaps pot brownies and sat on the couch staring at the tv while gaz had to babysit him (they put on those child stimming videos to keep him chill)

Used to do coke like crazy in his 20's but stopped when he realized how bad it was affecting his life style

Surprisingly he'll join a smoke session with the kids and just vibe out telling war stories to them

Big joint smoker and gummie taker

He likes hybrid and indicia; the man really just wants ti veg out and not worry about anything

Gaz

Certified babysitter

He's in charge of the snacks and taking care of everyone when theyre high

He smokes pretty much every day and keeps a dap pen on him at all times

Introduced price to cbd gummies

He doesnt like psychedelics at all he tried doing shrooms with ghost and ended up having a bad trip

"Ghost, the purple men are following us"

He likes usuing different strands depending on the day hes having

If he's tired and needs a little boost he'll do some sativa but if he just wants to chill and veg out he'll do indicia

Learned very early on to not mix strands in one day. He ended up greening out and had to be babysat by his friends and keep him calm

JOINT ROLLER SUPREME

This man can roll the most perfect joints in the world

He usually smokes with ghost if he wants to be social with someone

Their smoke sessions are the best. They like to share a blunt watch some bluey and eat ghosts munchie combos

[brett-is-afraid]

Do you have any other dr*g headcannons for any others? I saw you hc post and I’m curious

Sure! Here's some more headcanons I have

Dream Team:

-Weed. Should go without saying, they all give stoner vibes. Sapnap's probably the one who gets the most weed, so they all just split his stash. Shitty joints that haven't been rolled properly are a big thing in their household.

Wilbur:

-Coke. It's an upper and helps him a lot when he's struggling. It's also good for weight loss. It also helps keep him awake and he feels a lot more productive during this time.

-I could also see him going for something that relaxes him more such as heroin.

Niki:

-In the same vein, I can also see Niki using coke for weight loss. I can also see her using something like morphine that generally has calming effects or things that have a pain-relieving aspect to them. She doesn't like to feel wired.

-I can also see her getting into club drugs such as ecstasy, thinking specifically about her Coachella looks for this one.

Like you'd take LSD with this girl.

Cooper:

-Again, weed is a big one for him. He'd also be big into anything else that helps him mellow out. He's tried speedballing at least a couple times. (The act of mixing an upper with a downer, most often cocaine and heroin.) He doesn't like it, though.

Karl:

-He'd end up abusing Ritalin or Adderall. It begins as an actual prescription he has and end up spiraling over time.

Ted:

-Would slowly get back into weed. He stepped away from it for a long time after his gummy incident, but gets back into it over time.

[unohanabbygirl]

Dude I was thinking about this potential conflict between Luke and Aemond. Seeing a Aemond is not too fond of addiction or poverty. He asks Luke to never again start using. Of course Luke is still using he’s just hiding it really good from everyone and Aemond is very serious. They go to a friend’s family party and the son of the family has some bad habits. He stores some coke in his room and notices that Luke seems the type to have used in the past. Somehow Luke ends up upstairs with the guy in the bathroom and Aemond goes to check up on him. down the hallway he sees this jerk kid and Luke in the bathroom and they are laughing and giggling and he sees the guy put some white powder in Luke’s hand that Luke snorts. He suddenly turns and realizes Aemond is down the hall looking at the whole scene. Like oh snap! Aemond suddenly on reflex moves his body and before he knows it he’s hammering on the guy and Luke is trying to pull him off the guy. In anger Aemond shoves Luke towards the wall and starts to sob but like angry frustrated sob, cause he doesn’t know how to make Luke quit. Just 😣 the drama is delicious.

Ok anon, your blurb has got the wheels in my head spinning and now we simply have to talk about the absolute paranoia Aemond’s going to have to work through after seeing Luke fall off the wagon and be there to experience first hand what it means to have a loved one struggling with addiction.

Aemond is the type of person who craves control above all else. Not in a “I must rule over your life” sort of way, but that he needs perfect structure or else he feels as though everything is going to fall apart when he least expects it. And it’s 100% an underlying issue stemming from the feelings of hopelessness at not being able to hatch his dragon egg in his past + loosing that eye for the first time. Luke’s addiction is unpredictable in the sense that this is always something they’ll have to keep in mind for the rest of their lives. They’re a young couple that wants to have fun and oftentimes that fun comes with being around substances— especially seeing as they’re rich kids and their peers have crazy access to this stuff.

Seeing Luke at his lowest; sweating out with puke stains on his shirt as he writhes in Rhaenyra’s arms whilst begging her to let him have just a taste of the stash that’s already been disposed of is an image that’s seared itself into Aemond’s head. Though it’s extremely unfair, I can absolutely see him pleading with Luke to never touch any drugs again once he’s fully detoxed in a moment of sheer weakness and despair.

Also, I wanna add on that’s It’s not even just the disappointment of seeing Luke use in your blurb that causes Aemond to go off. It’s seeing him so close to this random guy that it’s almost intimate. They’re rolled up in one another’s presence, touching each other and laughing their heads off as they share something so deeply taboo. Aemond’s enraged for several reasons but the jealousy coursing through him makes Aemond hate himself just as much as he hates the bleeding man on the floor and the white powder Luke is attempting to sweep into a little plastic baggy.

[yan-sideblog]

Strike one? Literally everything Y/N told him about their ex before he even met the guy.

Joseph knew they were the type to pretend they were ok and that everything was fine. So for them to get emotional when telling him how Caleb acted he knew it was bad. From destroying things around them it futs of rage, setting unrealistic expectations, being completely selfish and belittling their interests. Just thinking about it makes him wanna smah up his office.

"Can't leave evidence i was in here though. Now where has he hidden his stash?"

Strike two? Showing up at their apartment.

Now just showing up was ebough to make Joseph mad, he's just glad he answered the door and the guy left before Y/N got ot of the shower. Though he did feel a little smug at how obvious it was that Jo and them had a very intimate night. Though his previous annoyance turned into genuine worry when Y/N told him he shouldn't know where they lived.

"Yeah i broke up with him twords the end of freshman year. I didn't move in here until right before sophomore year started.".

"Fucking stalker probably asked around to find out where they lived. And that's why I'm putting powdered drain cleaner in his coke."

Strike three? Showing up when the group was hanging out.

Now he didn't actually know about this one until the day after. Thankfully Jorge intercepted and told the guy to fuck off without anyone noticing. Still this just ramped up his concern and extreme hatred of the man.

"There it is. What kind of moron hides his drugs in the top drawer of his desk at work?"

Strike four? Y/N having a breakdown over remembering something he did.

Did Caleb do anything? No. Is it still his fault? Yes. Y/N had just been reminiscing with an old college buddy when she brought up one memory in particular. Unbeknownst to her that memory came not long after Caleb threw a massive rage fit and destroyed one of their projects.

Once they hung up they had an anxiety attack and started bawling in the kitchen. It took them ages to calm down and they were utterly exhausted by the end of it. Remembering how they blamed themself broke his heart.

"Only person to blame is this jackass. Both for everything with Y/N & whatever this does to him."

Strike five? Showing up on set.

Once again he didn't know this happened until after abd he's so mad at himself. Apparently he approached them when Y/N popped outside for a break during filming. They were freaked out but luckily Kimmy was hot on their heels and started raising cane. Which also drew the attention on Jorge & Gene, the former scaring the guy off.

The whole ordeal left Y/N frazzled and embarrassed, who wouldn't be over their ex showing up at their work?

"And if you survive this I've no doubt Gene is gonna follow through on his threat of firing your ass."

Once he was sure his work was done he carefully snuck out of his office to head back twords the set qhere he belonged. Anyone he passed on the way would be met with a smile and warm hello leaving them none the wiser.

After all who would ever suspect Joseph of all people of doing something like attempting to kill or maim a man? He's such a nice fella.

[ickymichi]

TOKYO REV CHARACTERS WHO SMOKE!!

-by a stoner

warnings: drug use obvs.

things to know: all of age to do this blah blah no illegal shit, well. be quiet. 1 suggestive sentence in hakkai’s. this is all 4 fun

note: first thing i post in ages and it’s this lol. i thought of this in depth while smoking so i had to let it be known cause it’s all true.

mymattsun 2022. don’t repost or modify on this or any other platform. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated.

DRAKEN. he’s that calm and collected while dealing with mikey 24/7? and you think he’s sober doing it. no chance. he probably smokes every other day. like 3 times a week. but would probably smoke 2 or 3 on a good day. he prefers blunts just bc, he’s unfairly good at rolling. like if he rolls for u, it’s gonna go down like heaven. is already more calm then he normally is and gets really giddy. like kinda just sits with a smile and lidded eyes the whole time.

BAJI he has allll that energy and attitude and listens to “baji-san! baji-san! baji- san!! all day, but doesn’t smoke? yeah okay bozo. mf does it literally every day, like shit lemme join. also would light up while in public walking around like it isn’t illegal. he sets cars on fire mf doesn’t care. definitely another blunt r joint guy. did a bong with chifuyu and got sent straight to sleep. convinced fuyu he now has asthma after that time. we got ourselves a muncher here ppl. will eat anything in sight. also gets sleepy sometimes. also questions everything. including how tf draken survived getting stabbed. also laughs too much. like calm down.

MITSUYA takes care of two ankle biters and hakkai for a living. and you gonna try?- just shhh. doesn’t like to do it alone tho, he gets paranoid asf. draken is his favourite smoke bud. he got sewing fingers so he’s ofc gonna be good at rolling, but prefers bongs or pipes. weirdo. gets a burst of energy most times and gets the giggles. he’s the complete opposite of sober him. doesn’t do it too often maybe 2 times a week 3 max. one of those that doesn’t eat all that much just gets cotton mouth.

HAKKAI does it cause taka-chan does. he did at the start now probably does it more than him. but he also only does it with people, unless he wants a late night one then will do it himself. probably like 4 times a week. prefers joints but can’t roll for the sake of his life so gets someone else to for him. loves doing it with baji r fuyu jc they’re so funny to be around. eats his whole body weight in chocolate or ramen. HE TURNS INTO A WHORE!!!! thinks about all that shit sm when he’s high.

MIKEY found shinichiro’s stash and proceeds to investigate it with draken. that’s how they got introduced to it. doesn’t do it that often but only does it with kenchin. blunt r bong kinda guy. questions life then cries laughing in the same minute. feasts on snacks only. FEASTS!!!!

NAHOYA you.. you’re going to tell me. HE. HIMMM. isn’t a fucking POTHEAD??!!! will light it up before a fight or meeting. another daily inhaler. also does it inside if he’s too lazy to go outside?? pisses off souya smmm. another fucking animal who will order a whole apocalypse worth of food. either sits around and play loud ass music or movies or gets up and runs the world. no in between. does it with draken if he wants to chill, baji if he wants to laugh and hakkai if he wants to fuck with someone(hakkai gets so fcking paranoid)

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

HANMA. he’s a crazy mf and probably does coke too c’mon.

CHIFUYU baji-san does it. fuyu follows.

HAITANI BROS they from ropongi ain’t that like party city ?

YUZUHA she deals with hakkai. c’mon now

SANZU hate this mf but he a purple pilly popper

OG BLACK DRAGONS seem like a chill group of guys so they definitely did in some abandoned building. grandpa sano deffo found shins shit but didn’t care.

ROTATION.

1. DRAKEN. always. he will always start.

2. MITSUYA. a good second. puff puff and pass religiously

3. NAHOYA. would be lower but look at the lineup.. tends to ramble and tell bullshit stories n forgets it’s his turn.

4. BAJI. inhales half the fucking joint like calm down it’s not going any where bro..

5. HAKKAI purely cause he coughs till he red n is a wet smoker.

6. MIKEY. you thot he gonna be up there? mf SATURATES THE TIP!!!

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Issues (r.c) part 1

pairing: rafe x reader (slight jjxreader & barryxreader)

summary: a story on addiction and falling in love.

(This does not follow the plot of the series, no gold, no murder.)

warning: drugs, language, parental abuse. (18+)

You stood at the end of the dirt road, Barry’s house in your peripheral vision. Your heart raced as you pep talked yourself the whole ride over, Your legs ached as you stepped off your bike and laid it up against a tree.

Quietly you walked towards his house, you had been here once before but only because of your dad. This time you were there for yourself, you had never brought drugs and usually dipped into your dad’s stash up until he caught you red handed, he caused both your eyes to swell the size of tennis balls.

You didn’t think you needed more coke, but the sweats started, and your mind raced, you were seeing things that weren’t around. Your fingers raked up and down your arms constantly feeling as though small ants crawled on your pale skin.

“Look what we have here” Barry called out; all eyes set upon you. Your throat constricting as you stood back, Barry pulled himself to stand signaling for you to walk over. You did so quietly until you stood in front of him. He wasn’t much taller than you, but you still felt small under his gaze.

“Daddy sent you on shopping trip?” Barry asked, his hand gripping onto your chin harshly. Your stomach felt heavy as a million thoughts ran through your head. You knew you shouldn’t have come here but you also knew you couldn’t go another day without a hit.

“N-o, I came for myself” You whispered, you kept your eyes trained on his as a sick smile appeared on his lips and he dropped your chin. He couldn’t help himself and laughed loudly causing everyone to look back you.

“Just like your daddy” He commented, he reaches down to rifle through the duffle bag under the ripped lawn chair. You catch a glimpse of the white bag and you can’t help your leg from bouncing in anticipation.

“How much you got on you?” Barry questions, keeping the bag hidden from your view. You pull out the money you currently had on you and he replaces your cash with the small bag. You already knew that would only last you maybe 5 days tops.

“Thanks” you say, already turning on your feet to run back to your bike. You don’t stop to see what else he has but you can hear him whistle out as he watches you run. Probably liking the fact your pants were very short.

----

The Kegger was in full swing, you were dancing with Sarah and Kie as you all sipped on luke warm beer. You were high as a kite, sweat dripping down the valley of your breasts as you shake your hips to the music.

“You’re in a really good mood Y/N” Sarah cheers, all you do is nod with a wide smile not trusting your words right now. You were in a good mood; you had been for four days but as the stash of cocaine got smaller, your heart stammered knowing you had to go back to Barry’s.

“Should we go smoke some dope?” Kie questions, you nod and follow them towards JJ who is leant against a log. His head is tilted backwards as he blows out smoke rings, another smile replaces your frown.

“Share?” You ask, placing yourself between his legs and leaning over him slightly. He shamefully lets his eyes wonder down until they are set upon your breasts. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs and he nods passing you the joint.

He can’t seem to keep his eyes off you as you place it between your lips and take a long drag, blowing the smoke back into his face and passing it onto Kie who’s bouncing in her seat.

“You already smoked?” JJ questions, his eyes scanning yours and you nod. You hadn’t smoked but you were not going to tell your boyfriend you were doing coke. He wasn't into the hard stuff and neither were your mutual friends.

"Well let's save the rest for the others" He smiles, signaling for Kie to take it away. You roll your eyes at his protectiveness and pulled away from him. Any other given day you wouldn't have minded, but the fogginess of the two kinds of drugs and alcohol were not helping.

"Okay Debby downer" You whine, you've already walked away from him before he can respond and you start looking for someone else to talk to. Your eyes setting upon Rafe and some kook.

You're not sure what comes over you but you find yourself watching him, the way he twists the thick rings on his fingers and runs his tongue over the rim of his cup. Your eyes scanning his physique as he spoke to the blonde beauty in front of him, the way his hooded eyes drank in her half naked body.

"Are you seriously checking out my brother, while your boyfriend sits over there?" Sarah questions, her body stepping in front of your view shielding your view to Rafe. You find yourself awkwardly laughing and furiously shaking your head.

"Shut up, why would I do that?" You joke, nudging her shoulder and stealing the mai tai from her hand. Taking a quick sip and pulling her towards the group of people dancing and she places her arms around your waist, you let her dance on you as you keep your eyes trained on Rafe.

Things seem to escalate from there, you watch as he pulls a small bag from the pocket of his cut off chino’s. Your mouth watering at the sight of the white substance and you can’t stop the cold sweat racking your body. You excuse yourself from Sarah and walk straight to him, forgetting your friends and boyfriend are around.

“Hey babe” JJ calls, his hand grasping your bicep to stop you from walking. Your eyes darting between Rafe and JJ. Your leg is bouncing against the sand.

“Wanna go back to yours?” He questions, his smile is sweet and for a second your heart melts at the boy in front of you; you forget about the cocaine that Rafe is about to dish out for a split second but then the cold sweat is back and your fingers are scratching at your elbows.

“Nah, dad’s home plus I am having fun” You state, you try to play nice but you can’t help the slight annoyance roll from your tongue and you notice the way JJ reacts to your words. You never turn down alone time with him, even when you were mad at him.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been running off all night?” JJ asks, his grip on your bicep tightens when he notices you stepping back like you're about to walk away from the confrontation. Your brows furrow together and you yank your arm away from him.

“Don’t touch me like that” You growl, your heart racing as your mind goes back and forth with memories of your dad pushing you around. His angry yells and slaps to the face causing you to flinch away when JJ reaches out again.

“I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME” You scream, you don’t mean to cause a scene but you're coming down from your high and the images of the coke in Rafe’s hands are the only thing keeping you on your feet right now. You needed a free hit; you didn’t want to go back to Barry’s.

“Woah woah Y/N, what’s wrong?�� Pope asks, he also reaches out to you like JJ and you flinch away from him. Both boys stare at you confused and you can’t help but sprint away. Your cheeks flushing pink as you notice all the people watching you run.

No one goes after you though and you're left to find your own way home, you had contemplated going back to Rafe and asking for a hit but you couldn’t find it within yourself in case you bump into the Pogues. You're also extremely embarrassed by how you acted.

So you go home and search for your dad's stash, which was a stupid mistake because of course he has nothing but he catches you rifling through drawers and he slaps you so hard you fall and go head first into the oven door.

You wake up the following morning with a major headache and you're swollen, you don't dare look in the mirror to see the damage he has caused. Instead you get on your bike and ride to Barry's. If you just got one more bag you would stop, you didn't need it to survive.

Here you are again looking at the beat up trailer and overgrown grass, except this time you notice a fancy red motorbike parked out front and you instantly know it's Rafe's. You can hear his voice yelling from the other side of the trailer.

You quietly walk around until you catch sight of Rafe sitting on the floor, the palms of his hands pressed into his eyes and Barry straddling a chair. You can't make out what they are saying but you can tell by the tense demeanour of Rafe it's not good.

You're about to walk away when Barry notices you and the smile on his face turns into a frown, he climbs off the chair and walks over to you. You catch a glimpse of pity in his eyes as he takes in the bruising on your face.

"I need more" You whisper, you feel pathetic and worthless under his stare. You know you're better than him by far but the fact you're here again when you could be out on the boat with your friends is the main reason you feel so shit.

"Your daddy do this?" Barry questions, his hand once again coming to hold onto your chin but instead of making you feel weak he inspects your bruises and the tightening in your chest magnifies but not from worry.

"Mhm" Is all you can muster up, your eyes glance down to Rafe who is now staring up at you. The same look in his eyes as Barry has and suddenly you feel weak under their stares.

"Stop, I just came for more Barry" You state, you pull his hand from his chin and pull out the last of your cash. Barry nods and reaches for his duffle bag once more, you keep your eyes trained to the floor as you feel Rafe's eyes on you.

"Country club you want some too?" Barry asks, both you and Rafe lock eyes for a brief moment before he looks away and answers Barry. He pulls himself to his feet and reaches for the bag, whatever they had just been talking about seems to be brushed under the rug when he hands Barry a large sum of notes.

You're given the bag and you make your hast exit before either of them go to say anything more, you're so close to leaving when you take it upon your self to walk back to Rafe who is climbing onto his bike.

"Don't tell your sister you seen me please" You beg, your eyes plead with him and it only takes a tear to drip from your bruised lid for him to nod.

"Lips are sealed"

"Okay thanks"

[caffiend-queen]

Blood & Music

Chapter 9: At Last

In which James and Maila finally get their well-deserved time alone.

There was a weird pressure to make this chapter perfect because I made these two wait so long to be together. I wanted a mix of tenderness and filth, and I hope it works. Thank you all for sticking with me, I appreciate you more than I can say.

Chapter 8 here.

You broke apart as you could hear Tommy speaking louder than necessary, clearly warning you as he escorted an extremely drunk Billy and crew up the stairs to the rooftop lounge. Matt’s pale eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between you and an unflappable James, but he didn’t say anything.

Billy held court for the next hour until James and Lea convinced him it was time to call it a night. You’d been sitting next to Matt, vibrating with impatience and seething frustration. He has a job to do, you reminded yourself. He’s on the clock. Stop whining. But after all these years, to feel something like this?

There was a moment, a short one as you all headed back downstairs to the waiting cars. “I would have wished for more time,” he murmured in your ear, surely seeing the spray of goosebumps sent up on your skin. That man and his perfect voice! “But I very much want to speak with you when we have time to-”

“Just talk?” you teased, wondering inside who this carefree creature was, “Only converse? Dialogue? Reflect?”

“Stop it now or I shall throw you over my shoulder and carry you off, duty be damned.” Oh, there was that wildly arousing growl you’d been dying to hear. When only a weak puff of air escaped your slack lips, he chuckled softly and moved in front of Billy.

It was just as well that your night with James was cut unfairly short. Matt was chatty when you got back to the hotel, exceptionally chatty and infuriatingly, it was surface chatter.

“So, we’re on this sultan’s yacht, and he’s got like sixteen of these exceptionally hot and naked-”

“You are not going to tell me this, Matt.” You rubbed your forehead. “It’s also like 5am and I’ve got rehearsal in a few hours. So you’re going to take a shower and sleep on the couch. I’ll take you to brunch after you suck down a couple of Tylenol, okay?”

He scoffed slightly, settling back and taking another sip of the very good Dutch beer from the minibar. “Sure. As soon as you tell me what’s going on with you and the bodyguard. You fuck him yet?”

“Really?” You kicked at his leg and Matt scooted away at the last minute, laughing. “This isn’t funny, Matty! And that’s so gross. Do I ask you about your sex life, you weirdo?”

“No, but I’ll tell you,” he grinned, “what do you want to know?”

“Know?” Your lip quivered before you took a breath, “I want to know where you’ve been for the last five years. I want to know why you haven’t come to see me. I want to know how you and Billy have, and I quote, ‘Done business together.’ I want to know if you’re getting any small bit of happiness and stability back in your life, even if it means you keeping away from me.”

There was that tell-tale quiver at the end of your stern statement. Perfect. Matt was looking at you, pale blue eyes wide.

“Please don’t cry,” he whined. “It freaks me out.”

You took his hand, and he reflexively tried to pull away but you held on. Long, slim fingers like yours, so gifted at coaxing music from his instruments as a child. There was scar tissue, smoothed over the years where his index finger had been. “You can leave again, but I’m still your sister, Matty. You can tell me anything. Anything. You know that, right?”

“I’m doing… business. Nothing illegal!” he hastily added when your brow rose doubtfully. “But nothing you need to get involved in.”

“Did you get drugs for Billy?”

He laughed, boisterously like he used to. “No. I picked up some rare guitars for him. I’m not ending up in some third-world prison for some rich asshole’s coke stash.”

“Okay,” you tried to smile. “You know I’m worried. You know I hate that you’re keeping secrets from me. But…” you held on to his hand more tightly. “Are you happy?”

His pale gaze went somewhere else for a moment, then he smiled at you with an effort. “I’m getting closer.”

When Maila walked on to the stage for soundcheck, James smiled almost involuntarily, and when she spotted him, a small and sincere grin answered him. Tommy chuckled, and again he was sincerely regretting hiring the smarmy Scottish bastard on to this job.

“Seems real fortunate that after the concert tonight, Billy’s on downtime for a few days to shoot the interview shite for the documentary, eh? A lil’ downtime for everyone’s not such a bad idea right now I’m thinking.”

He opened his mouth to sternly advise his friend that of course, he, personal security agent James Conrad would be handling all the duties related to their client’s stay at a vineyard in Tuscany. Of course.

Tommy cut him off.

“It’s 72 hours, mate. I can take the first 48. You been on duty with this arse for months, eh?”

James frowned. He did not leave a client. He was on duty until relieved of-

“I know what you’re thinkin’ and you should think again. There ain’t no more of a girl like Maila. She’s standing right in front of ye and there’s no third chances. Take the 48 hours.” Tommy grasped his shoulder, shaking him.

He opened his mouth to disagree, to explain his duty. “Thank you, Tommy,” was all he could manage instead.

Pacing back and forth after finally wedging a drunk and obstreperous Billy into the egg-shaped tub where he’d insisted on sleeping, James pondered exactly when it was when any charm he’d had with women disappeared. Because the enormity of planning this time with Maila loomed hugely. Was it too presumptuous to simply whisk her off to some charming - and ideally secluded - cottage in Tuscany? Would that be too much togetherness, even with the utter certainty he felt of everything suddenly and smoothly clicking into place? The feel of her mouth tonight and that realization of, “There you are. Of course.”

Finally showering and slipping into bed - clothed, because he must be ready at a moment’s notice if his client was in danger - he wondered if Maila slept nude. If she would mind if he slept nude, which he’d always preferred. Then, the image of her skin against his, the warmth, the softness of her was too much and James groaned, taking his cock in hand and knowing this would just barely take the edge off his need for Maila.

You had managed to see Matt off the next morning without crying again, an action you knew he noted with some relief. And the day got decisively better when you showed up for rehearsal, James in a perfectly tailored pair of navy blue pants and a cashmere sweater that outlined those broad shoulders so nicely that you might have made a small, involuntary woman noise. He looked up and smiled, and your jaw dropped.

He was so beautiful when he smiled, the Stern and Composed Bodyguard to the Stars James Conrad. An open grin, making the fine lines around those pretty eyes crinkle. It wasn’t measured or controlled, it was sincere. Sincerely happy to see you? You realized you’d been smiling back in a misty fashion for far too long and gave an awkward little shrug before turning to your bass guitar array.

Rehearsal dragged on, Billy somehow always having the uncanny sense when his band had other things to do. Crucial things. Important scheduling issues. At least, you thought it was important. You thought James also might find it a priority. Sighing, you rubbed your forehead while the new Lighting Guy re-adjusted the spotlight. So much was still unsaid between you and James. Billy, go take a nap or get a vitamin shot or whatever that thing is but give us a break, you thought, ready to crack him over the head with your Ibanez Premium. It wasn’t your favorite guitar. And it was from cherrywood so it would bounce off his thick skull and maybe hit him again on the way down…

James smiled, enjoying the dreamy expression on Maila’s face, having clearly gone somewhere happy. He was a patient man. He could wait. He’d waited for days, weeks even in the military during crucial missions. He’d waited hours for Billy to do any number of ridiculous things.

“I shall retire to my egg before the performance tonight,” Billy announced. “‘Til tonight!”

Thank god, James thought. Perhaps he wasn’t the patient man he used to be.

Tommy was doing his level best to not actually laugh in his face - the Scottish git apparently still had some sense of self-preservation - but he shooed him away from the palatial bathroom where their eccentric employer was curled in the tub, humming blissfully as a young woman in a full Dutch costume, including wooden shoes, was tap-dancing happily to the melody of “Singing in the Rain.”

“Go,” he said, “no one needs ta’ see this. Ya’ got an hour, make it count.”

James’ long legs ate up the distance between Billy’s suite and Maila’s and the door flew open on the first rap of his knuckles against the wood. His fingers slid into her hair and his mouth on hers in seconds, and he groaned, relief that this woman, this kiss was real. That he hadn’t imagined the moment she exposed her truth to him.

“It has been a long day,” he managed to say before slotting his lips against hers again, loving the soft, full texture of them.

“And it’s going to be an even longer night,” Maila sighed, “but after Club Naked, I think even Billy’s partied out. At least for the next twenty-four hours or something.”

He chuckled. “You underestimate the man. He is ensconced in his egg-shaped bathtub and there is a young woman dancing for him.”

Her brow furrowed sweetly. “What, like a stripper?”

“Far more intricate,” James was focusing on his thumbs, sweeping gently over her cheekbones as he cradled her upturned face. “She’s wearing - I believe it’s called the Wedding Guest costume?”

“The Bruiloftsgast?” Maila laughed, “I’m sure I’m mispronouncing it but I choreographed a music video with some Dutch girls dancing backup. Is she… like, erotic dancing or something?”

He was running his nose lightly down the side of her neck. “No,” he whispered in her ear, enjoying her rapturous little shiver, “she’s tap dancing. In wooden clogs.”

That did it. Maila just howled, laughing hard enough to slump against him. Wrapping his arms around her, James laughed too, relishing the feel of her, her warmth, and the tangy scent of something like lemon and peppermint. “I’m sorry,” she wheezed, “I kind of thought this moment to go differently. How much time do you have before you have to get back?”

His smile faded, but he tightened his arms just a bit more. “Not long, I’m afraid.” Placing gentle kisses on her cheeks, forehead, the tip of her nose, then one more, just one more slow play of his mouth against hers, the tip of his tongue toying with hers. Pulling away with some effort, he was pleased that her lips tried to follow his. “But I come with an invitation.”

“Oh?” Maila was doing some exploring of her own, those long, clever musician’s fingers lightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Billy has the 72-hour break in Tuscany, of course, but…” James groaned as her finger circled his ear. “But I have 48 hours free. No requirements - unless there’s an emergency, of course - I hoped to spend them with you.” Maila’s smile was warmth, it was sunshine and comfort and he paused for a moment, basking in it.

“I would love to,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

“I have a friend, he has a beautiful country home with a tiny vineyard in Tuscany. Close enough if necessary, but far enough to be private. Secluded. He’s offered to send the staff on holiday, it would be ours alone.”

Gripping his sweater, she shook her head, “This is almost too romantic and perfect to be real. But I…” Maila hesitated, then seemed to take the plunge. “I am here for it.”

“Thank you,” James kissed her again, longingly, sweetly. “I’ll have everything ready to leave tomorrow morning, and knowing this crew, well before anyone is awake.”

“Could you just stay like this for a minute?” Maila’s voice was muffled with her face buried in his chest, rubbing her cheek against his sweater. “This is so nice. Just for a minute?”

“Of course.” His voice was a bit hoarse. He’d pictured passionate sex, had imagined thrusting into her with her back against the door of her hotel room the instant she’d closed it. But this tenderness… it was unraveling his contained, controlled shell.

But he could allow it. Just for a minute.

The following morning…

“What did you tell Nigel?” James asked you between kisses, “I’m sure  he’d planned on spending the break with you.”

“I don’t want to talk about Nigel, or Billy, or anyone else related to this tour,” you objected, words slurring a bit when that tempting fiend ran the tip of his tongue down the tight tendon in your neck.

“I intend to massage you later and rub this uncomfortable tendon into submission,” he was purring in your ear, that perfect British elocution was making it hard to concentrate. “I intend to run my hands over every part of you, in fact.”

“Oh?” Inwardly you cringed, your voice was pitched high enough to attract seagulls. “That’s… you know that would be… heh.” Now his tongue was delicately tracing your jaw and then sliding between your lips as he gave a groan. A deeply satisfying groan as if he’d been waiting forever to do this. All too soon, the clearly amused driver opened the door to reveal a helicopter waiting on a private airstrip.

“I do not intend to waste a moment of our forty-eight hours,” he said, helping you out of the car. Interestingly, there didn’t seem to be a pilot.

“Um, are you flying us there?” You cocked your head, watching him throw your bags into the tiny cargo area and walk around the helicopter, performing a pre-flight check. James looked up at you, his pale eyes squinting slightly in the watery sunshine. He was wearing those black jeans again that fit so well, and a blue shirt - sleeves rolled up - that perfectly matched his eyes. He is so beautiful, you thought, a bit weak in the knees.

“Do you trust me, darling?” Oh, now he was just being devilish, one corner of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk.

“With my life,” you said instantly, “you’ve already saved it twice.” His mouth was back on yours almost before you finished the sentence and you sagged against his broad chest for a moment. His kiss tasted like gratitude, like passion, like a promise.

James put the helicopter down on a tiny landing pad near the cottage he’d borrowed from his friend. “Less a cottage and more a mansion,” he wryly remarked as he accepted the keys from a grinning caretaker who immediately left them alone.

Maila was walking through the hallway, fingers lightly tracing the hand-plastered walls hung with brightly-colored tapestries and some whimsical sculpture pieces. The huge, arched windows were the only hint of a modern design and they looked out on to the little vineyard. “You know your friend has to have an amazing house wine, right?”

He laughed, “We will try it with dinner tonight. In the meantime…” Hesitating, wondering if it was too soon, if Maila would be ready, if she needed more time. When he looked up, she was already at the top of the stairs.

“In the meantime,” she drawled, unbuttoning her shirt, “I’m sure we can think of something to do.” She squealed as he loped up the stairs and hauled her over his shoulder. In the bedroom with a graceful four-poster bed and filmy white curtains, he let her down gently, cupping her face in his hands with the lightest, most tender kiss. And then he threw her onto the bed, feet flying up and laughing as the carefully arranged pillows flew everywhere. James finally allowed himself what he'd been fantasizing about since she walked on to that stage at Wembley, moving his mouth and tongue over every inch of her, removing each article of clothing slowly until she was naked and moaning, her hands stroking over his back and arms, sliding up to cup his face and kissing him. Rising on his knees, he smiled reassuringly, looking her over as he removed his pants and shirt. Lifting her leg up and putting it over his shoulder, he ran the tip of his tongue up her smooth skin, groaning low in his throat at the taste of her under his mouth. Then, with a dark smile that made Maila clench in anticipation, he dove into her center, sucking most of her wet lips and clitoris into his mouth with a lewd slurping sound. Her hands left his shoulders and he knew she was covering her face, anticipating the embarrassed giggle that came next.

"Don't be shy, darling," he soothed, sliding two fingers inside her and enjoying how those satiny walls clutched them as he stroked the rough pads of his fingertips along them. "You're so silky here, you taste sweet and slightly salty." Ignoring her, he used his deepest, more persuasive tone. "And when I press against you, just so..."

"OH! God!"

He couldn’t help his pleased chuckle as she came on his fingers. "...you gift me such sweetness. Delicious, utterly."

You covered your face again. “I can’t believe I just… really? Came within like sixteen seconds?”

“More like ninety seconds or so,” James said soothingly, then set to work again, wringing two more orgasms out of you with his mouth and fingers before sliding up your shaking body, wrapping your weak legs around his waist. "I want to be inside you, sweet Maila."

You could feel his thick head, already wet with his leaking tip pressed against the opening of your passage. Why was he waiting? You moaned when his cock pulsed against you. "Please, James..."

"Invite me inside you."

You looked up at him then, searching his face. This was different, even more than giving the usual consent to a partner. This was... what? You were agreeing to more somehow, but you were past thinking clearly, so you nodded instead, raising up on your elbows and kissing him. "Please be inside me, James."

With a pleased growl, James did, pushing in slowly, as her thighs tightened and then relaxed against his waist. When her moans grew louder, her hands pulling and clinging to his shoulders, he plowed through her cunt eagerly, over and over while he listened to her moan as he felt the stretch and pull inside her, circling his hips to gain access to every inch of her channel.

"God, the way you shape around me," he groaned, "it's heaven. Your heat and silk..." he began thrusting harder, forgetting he might be hurting her, forgetting it might have been a very long time for her and only thinking how good it felt to be inside his Maila, how perfect she was and how he'd never felt home inside another woman. Not like this. Nothing like this. He didn't realize he'd said that out loud until she hugged him harder.

“Yes, please,” Maila managed to moan, “Please, stay inside me. Fill me up.”

James shuddered as he’d nearly come right then but held himself still for a moment. “Such a very good girl,” he said a little hoarsely, “such delightful, filthy words.” Pulling her up as he went back on his heels, he pushed his hips forward to line his wide head up to the opening to her slick cunt and began sliding up inside her again. “The shape of you,” he groaned, “the way you fit around my cock, wrapping so wet and tight.”

He was thick, this beautiful man, so intrusive with his shaft forcing your walls to part for him and pressing against all those tender and secret spots inside that made you gasp and moan for him. You could feel the muscles in his flat stomach tighten as he slid inside another inch. And you looked down, making an embarrassing little whimper of pleasure as you saw half of his thick spike still outside you. It felt like a bit like a spike, driving higher than you thought you could possibly have room left to accommodate him. James always seemed to know when it was overwhelming you and he'd pause, flexing slightly inside you but rubbing your back, humming a little. His cock would continue sliding along your sensitive walls when your arms loosened a little.

"You're like satin, inside," he soothed in his beautiful, dark voice, "pulsing around me, so slick." He moved you up slightly, altering the movement of his driving cock. "When I press here..." he did it again, as you moaned for him. “I can push farther still, pushing up into the deepest part of you... there's a little hollow, the last bit of you where I can wedge my cock."

Your entire body stiffened and your back arched, a weak exhale of breath as you felt the heated head of his shaft rub enticingly inside you - up to your belly button surely - and then just... hold.

Your thighs were shaking, holding the sheer weight, the thickness of his cock inside you and James wasn't moving, just holding you still with his hands on your bottom, squeezing and stroking as he just held the position, spreading your insides so widely. You both held motionless in the moment until you made a small, desperate noise and tried to rise up a little.

"Ah, no, darling..." that mesmerizing voice whispering in your ear again, lovely filth about how beautiful you were and so sweet, how much he needed and wanted you, and how very, very good you felt. And then James just held pressed deeply inside your channel, rotating his hips very slightly, the pressure so intense that even a millimeter of movement seemed to push against all the most sensitive bits inside you and make you shudder and sigh. His sonorous voice and lurid compliments made you half-insane with arousal, knowing that he could make you ready to come just by speaking to you that way.

"Patience..." he whispered, "hold for me, lovely." Your focus seemed to narrow down to the wide, heavy shaft pushed halfway through your body, how even the slightest movement of his lean hips felt like fire stroking inside you.

"I treasure you so, precious girl," he finally growled, "I want to be inside you every moment, keep us mated so tightly that nothing can touch you." You heard his breathing begin to speed up as he ran his hands up and down your spine. "I do believe, my angel, that I can make you come with one more rotation of my cock rubbing the very top of you. Shall we see?"

Oh, my god he is going to kill me, you thought, dizzy with need, wanting him to come, wanting him to let you come, needing to feel the heat of him pulse inside and coat you. And so when this cruel, beautiful, perfect man made just the slightest movement that seemed to stroke along every nerve ending inside you, and as you felt the sudden, impossible swelling of his cock that meant James was coming inside you, with a soundless gasp, you came too.

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Some Of A Kind

Chapter 1: Virgin in the Chapel

(Michael Langdon x reader)

Summary: When you accompany your friend to a black mass at the Church of Satan. You pick the wrong time and place to let him in on the fact that you’re a virgin, garnering the attention of the ‘chosen one’ himself.

Warnings: murder, mentions of drug use, poorly represented Satanism

Word count: 3,666 (that’s right)

//

It was a typical Wednesday night when you got a text from your friend Tyler.

‘So what do you say? Is tonight the night?’

He had been bugging you for weeks to come see a sacrifice at the satanic church. And since the first time he asked, the conversation always went the same way.

/

“I’m telling you, just one slice and then you can have whatever you want”

“You mean I can have powers beyond compare?”

“Yes” he answered back, in a hopeful tone. Clearly he hadn’t picked up on the sarcasm in your voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the excitement in his voice.

“I’m sorry, you do whatever you want over there with your edgelords but I’m perfectly happy in my boring powerless existence”

“First of all we aren’t edgelords, we're satanists. We just see the world for what it is. A dreadful place full of selfish people.”

“Well I can’t say I argue with that”

“Exactly, so give in to being selfish, and start doing what you want. You work so hard, and for what a one bedroom apartment you can barely afford and bags under your eyes that are only getting bigger by the day?”

“Hey” you interrupt, slightly offended. Which only earns a laugh on his end.

“I’m just saying, you put in so much effort for no pay off, when you could do this one thing and have everything you deserve”

“What a cable package and a ‘skip the line’ pass at Disneyland?”

“I also get unlimited snacks!”

“Oh sorry how could I forget, well if one soul is all it takes to get a free waffle cone then what are we still doing here?!” You ask back, your tone full of mockery.

“Have you ever wondered why I can snort as much coke as I want and have never OD’d? Or why every girl I bring home is a certified 10?”

Actually you had, the two of you had met the year prior in a religious studies class when you were partnered to write a paper on whether morality was dependent on a god. He could barely get through a sentence without tripping over his words or looking away in embarrassment. It was sweet really, and by the end of the class you two had basically become best friends.

But about 2 months ago things started to change. There was almost always a girl leaving his house when you would come over.

You swore at least two of them you recognized from Victoria Secret runways.

One night you even saw a man leaving whose resemblance to Ryan Reynolds was suspiciously uncanny.

He got a new car without any explanation as to where he got the money, and he had so much coke in his living room you assumed he started dealing, before he told you it was just his stash for the weekend.

At first he was vague about everything, but eventually he told you the truth, or at least what you assumed was a version of it.

For his final project he wrote a research paper on the church of Satan.

You went with him to a couple of services when he was writing it, him being too nervous to go alone.

You both thought they seemed a little kooky, but relatively harmless.

Yet what you didn’t know was that he kept going back after the class ended and had gotten himself sworn in, and eventually given the honor of participating in a black mass.

Where he had sacrificed a school teacher in order to get these new “gifts”.

Now you weren’t naive enough to think he actually killed someone!

You were sure his new lifestyle was a part of some religious Ponzi scheme, and one day the debt collector would come calling.

You’ve watched enough documentaries to know better than to get involved with this.

But he is still your friend so you take it upon yourself to be supportive and let him have his moment, while simultaneously letting him know you’ll be here for him if the day comes that he gets excommunicated.

“I love you and I am so happy for all you’ve gotten, especially when you share it with me, but I’m good, really. I’ll let you know if I ever change my mind”

That dropped the subject for a while.

 

That is until a few days ago when you lost your job.

Well actually when your job was stolen from underneath you by your boss's son.

All it took was one night of bitching to your best friend for the talks of satanism to start up again.

//

So here you were bored on a Wednesday night actually considering his offer to watch a black mass.

‘Well…’

He texted back after a few minutes of no response on your part

‘Fine’

It’s not like he’s ever going to let up, you might as well go see what all the hubbub was about.

After he picked you up, you made your way to the church.

More precisely the back alley with a hidden door. Not at all unsettling.

And the rain pelting down on the robe he gave you just adds a nice ominese touch to what you're sure is going to be a long night.

Now inside you sit in a pew in the back. While the choir above you sings as the others file in.

They actually sound pretty good if you’re being honest. Maybe on your way out you’ll pick up the album you saw for sale in the lobby (for $6.66 no less).

You haven’t been sitting more than 10 minutes before the mass begins.

And in that time Tyler roughly explained what you were about to see.

You weren’t paying too much attention though. More enamored with the atmosphere.

It was a sea of red cloaks and black pentagrams. And the thunder outside appeared to clap along in sync with the crescendo or the choir.

This place seems vastly different from the shabby collection of misfits you encountered when you visited the first time. Who spent most of the service complaining and handed you a stale donut on your way out the door.

“...Y/n are your listening?!”

“Hmm Yea”

“Really?”

“Yea the guy’s gonna sacrifice some ‘innocent soul’ say a few hail satans and voilà he gets his hair back and starts getting laid again” you answer back, waving him off. You’re more interested in watching two Satanists in the front of the room give each other the “sign of the cross” gesture in reverse order.

“This is serious, the things you see might shock you but you can not react! If they think you’re some sort of threat to our secrets or even just afraid of them, it won’t end well. I’m kind of taking a risk by bringing you here”

That brings your attention back to your friend.

“So you hound me for weeks to come with you, but I’m not even allowed to be here?” You ask back, starting to wonder why you actually said yes to this.

“Well yea, I just really want you to see what I’ve seen, I want what’s best for you”

That was actually really sweet of him.

Now you felt a little bad for making fun of this so much.

That is until you see a man in the next row pull out a flask with “unholy water” written on it and rub it on his chest like Vick’s.

But before you get the chance to ask Tyler where he keeps his flask(which you're certain he has). The choir stops singing and the Priestess has the room's attention.

Everything goes as Tyler explains at first.

The “sacrifices” are brought in in their underwear. (They couldn’t even keep their clothes on, what does the devil give them a level up if the victims are humiliated before they die?) and tonight's chosen one, Phil, is about to take his position, before you hear a voice behind you.

“Wait!”

You turn your head to see an older woman rushing in, but it’s not her that steals your focus it’s who walks in behind her.

He is quite possibly the most attractive person you have ever seen. With cheekbones that could slice butter and soft blonde hair falling around icy blue eyes.

She says his name is Michael and this honor belongs to him.

You look over to Tyler to see what’s going on. He didn’t explain what part of the performance this was, was this some sort of second act surprise?

You were expecting this night to follow like a church service, watching Phil take his vows and minimal audience participation. Now you wonder if this is all rehearsed, or if the Satanist’s are partial to improv?

But Tyler pays you no mind, he can’t take his eyes off the blonde either.

It’s not until the Priestess mentions the “mark of the beast” and that he is the chosen one, that you get why Tyler is looking at him like he’s some sort of god.

Because to him he is, this guy is supposed to be the Antichrist.

Tyler says nothing only glances in your direction when he sees you’re the only one still standing, before he pulls you down to your knee like everyone else.

The rest of the performance is really top notch.

The flickering of the lights was a nice touch, but you can’t help but feel a little uneasy wondering how they keep getting the thunder to time up with everything they do.

Plus the bodies of the sacrifices fell to the ground almost too well.

How did they manage to get their bodies to look that lifeless, and why did those cuts look so deep?

But you try not to focus too much on it as you walk to the ceremonial Wednesday night potluck.

/

After the Antichrist has dismissed his followers from fawning all over him, you sit with Tyler at the end of the table and dig into your lasagna.

“So does the antichrist part happen at every sacrifice or is this one special? Is it some Satanic holiday I wasn’t aware of?” You ask, breaking Tyler out of whatever trance he appears to be stuck in.

“What?”

“I gotta say the dramatics were very entertaining, but if you really wanted to get me here all you had to do was tell me the guy who plays the Antichrist is really hot” you snicker under your breath.

“Play? Y/n your don’t understand he IS the Antichrist” he explains in a hushed voice before continuing

“That doesn’t happen every time, he really has come. This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for! Don’t you see?! I think it was fate you came here on this night!”

“Ha, why do you need a virgin to sacrifice or something?” You laugh and take another bite before you look over and see Tyler staring at you with wide eyes.

“What?”

“You’re not serious are you?”

“Well yea, what’s the big deal, I didn’t realize you were so caught up on a social construct”

“I’m not, but you can’t say things like that around here” he looks around the room nervously and you follow his path of vision until your eyes land on Michael, who’s own gaze is locked on you.

There’s no way he heard you, you were across the room and you were whispering.

Still he continues to stare with eyes that speak only of intensity. No smile, no nod, no hint emotion whatsoever.

It’s only after you raise your brows and mouth a “What?” That he looks back down at his plate with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Oh Satan, I think he heard you. You should go” Tyler’s tone becoming more erratic by the second.

“What?” You’re sure he's joking, but when he looks at you there is nothing but worry in his eyes.

Now you’re starting to get nervous, this is too far.

He actually thinks these people are going to do something?

He’s practically shaking with fear, and because of the man in the turtleneck? Who barely knows how to hold a spoon?

Okay you’ll play along for tonight, but tomorrow you are having a serious talk, he might need professional help.

“Alright let's go then” you huff out as you start to grab your belongings.

“I can’t just leave, especially since our savior is here, but I’ll make sure everything is good and you’re not followed or anything”

“Okay, is there some sort of satanic shuttle bus that can take me home? Or should I call an Uber? Does this place have an address or should I just send them an inverted cross?”

Still unamused by your inability to grasp the gravity of the situation, he just shakes his head and hands you his keys.

“Here just take my car, I’ll get a ride later, in fact stay at my house incase you’re followed”

He’s basically pushing you out of your seat and nodding to the door.

“Okay...bye I guess”

And with that you take off down the hall.

You know you’re supposed to go straight to the car. You’ve never seen Tyler look so serious in his life.

But when you walk past the chapel you can’t help but stop. You can still see the bodies up at the altar.

Why are they still there? Was there a trap door you missed and these were just doubles?

Or were these people so committed to the role and as crazy as your friend that they had to stay in the character of “dead sacrifice” all night?

Curiosity got the better of you, the car could wait, you had to see for yourself.

Closer inspection did nothing to stifle your suspicions.

It looked so real.

They weren’t breathing, so there was no way they were still the two actors, but you had never seen fake bodies look so real.

You're reminded of an anatomy class you took last semester.

Those cadavers looked suspiciously close to these.

Just colder and with less life left in their faces.

And there was so much blood, the iron was thick in the air.

But that couldn’t be true. Your friend wouldn’t kill someone would he?

He didn’t actually think they would kill you?

If you got a closer look, if you just swiped some of the “blood” with your pointer finger it would surely taste like corn syrup and not like…

“Are you afraid?”

You whip your head around, blood still staining your finger and beginning to drip onto the linoleum. To see Michael walking in the same way he had an hour earlier. Only this time without the cloak, but with some newly added confidence.

“They’re really dead aren’t they?” You know it’s true, but you still wait for his confirmation.

“Yes, that tends to happen when you slice someone’s throat” He acts as if this shouldn’t be a shock to you. It didn’t shock any of the other members of the congregation. Yet you know without him saying it, that he’s well aware you’re not like the others. That you don’t belong here.

“So you really sacrifice people, just to get stuff” you blurt out. Still trying to wrap your head around the fact that everything you witnessed tonight was real. Perhaps you shouldn’t have taken that last crescent roll you’d seen another satanist eyeing at dinner, you definitely have a curse coming your way. That is if you live through the night.

“Well not me” Michael says, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

“Oh of course, you’re the one they do it for”

“Well my father more specifically”

“Does that upset you?” You know you should be more careful about how you proceed with this conversation, but the words leave your mouth before your mind can stop them.

The question seems to catch him by surprise as he ruffles his brow, you’re not sure if it’s in anger or just shock at your brazenness. But he doesn’t answer. Just goes on to question you.

“Have you ever witnessed a murder before?”

“No”

“How did you feel watching it before your eyes?”

“Well I didn’t feel much, considering I thought it was all fake” That earns you a smile from him.

“And how do you feel now?”

“Curious”

“Really? Not scared?”

“No. Why should I be?” You’re really digging your own grave here. But your mouth seems to have a mind of its own.

“It seems your friend would say otherwise”

“Ah so you did hear.” You say, seeing his smile grow wider. “These aren't the days of the Old Testament, virginity doesn’t equally purity. Just ask sacrifice number one over there, with a body like that I doubt she was a virgin” you laugh, partially at your joke and partially out of sheer uncomfortableness. Michael doesn’t even spare the bodies a glance, eyes latched onto you, you go on to add

“I’m no saint. Despite my sexual history, or lack thereof”

“No, I’m sure you’re not” he emphasizes by swiping some of the liquid from your finger with his own, before taking it into his mouth. Making a show of it by closing his eyes as he releases it from his lips, slow as molasses. Smiling when he opens his eyes and sees you’re practically drooling.

Before his little show can go any further, you continue with your own questions.

“Have you killed people before?”

“Yes”

“How many?”

“You don’t have the time”

He’s looking at you waiting for your response. Waiting for the shock to subside and the shrieks of terror to take over.

Instead you just pause thinking everything over.

You should be scared, you know you should.

In one night you have watched two people die, found out your friend is a murderer, and that the Antichrist is not only NOT a myth, but is standing in front of you, conversing with you like he’s nothing more than your new neighbor.

Yet you search and search in your mind for any hint of fear and come up empty. All you feel is curiosity. You must be losing it too, you feel bad for judging Tyler so harshly. Maybe it’s his youthful face and the little outburst in the dining hall earlier, but Michael seems like more than simply the ‘incarnation of evil’. He seems so...human.

And more than anything he just seems confused and dare you say, lost.

“Do you like killing people? Or do you do it because it’s expected?”

“It depends”

“Would you like to kill me?”

Now it’s his turn to take pause, looking like he’s trying to decide if he’s “in the mood” to take your life.

“Not right now”

You can’t help but laugh at that (yea you’re definitely in shock). Soon enough he joins in too, and the mood feels lighter than it has all night. You might even say you feel comfortable.

That is until the laughter subsides and you meet his eyes. He’s now staring at you with the same intensity you’d met earlier at dinner.

It’s like he’s looking right through you, into your soul. You feel on display and more than anything afraid of what he might find.

“Stop that”

“Stop what?” He says with a playful tone and a tilt of his head.

“You’re..well..I don’t know what you’re doing but I don’t like it. You’re trying to get a read on me or something.”

He just smiles at that, because of course he does.

You know there is no avoiding playing into his hand. He wants to get a rise out of you, in one way or another.

“And what do yo-”

“Y/N!”

At the mention of your name you both turn to see Tyler standing in the doorway.

Antichrist or not, the look Michael gives him is enough to send a wave of fear up your spine.

He appears as though he’s about to snap his neck through just a look(and you're afraid to find out if he could).

Noticing his anger, Tyler stops and bows before Michael, apologizing incessantly for interrupting him.

You don’t miss the twitch of Michael’s lips. He’s clearly loving the effects he has on his followers.

You just roll your eyes at your friend.

“Calm down Tyler, get up”

He just let’s your words pass over him as if you hadn’t even spoken. If he hadn’t been the one to call your name a moment ago, you wouldn’t be sure he even knew you were in the room.

Every sense he had was aimed at Michael, and it was only when his precious dark lord gave him a nod that he got up and looked your way again.

“What are you doing? I thought you were going home?” He says through clenched teeth.

If he weren’t so worried about keeping you alive he would be pissed at you for not listening.

“I was. I am” you reassure him turning to Michael.

“It was a pleasure to meet you Michael, I’ll see myself out”

You are scurrying out of the room, grabbing a frozen Tyler and tugging him along with you, when Michael calls after you.

“No y/n, the pleasure was all mine.���

You’re at the end of the hall, and in the middle of Tyler’s scolding session, when you realize there is still blood on your finger.

It feels like it’s vibrating where Michael touched you, begging you to take notice.

Just wipe it on your jeans, you tell yourself.

Wait until you get to the car and find a napkin.

Do anything rational other than what you're thinking.

As you pass through the exit door, you cave and take a taste of the crimson on your finger.

Although you can’t see him, you know Michael is smiling. You can feel his smugness in the air around you and you're sure he knows what you just did.

This started out just as me wanting to make some jokes about Michael and the Satanists and has somehow turned into a multi-chapter fic. I still don’t really know where it’s going I’m just letting it take on a mind of it’s own. If it looks familiar it’s cuz it’s been on ao3 for a little bit now, so sorry it’s not a “new” new story! If you liked it that makes me very happy, and if not I hope it was at least entertaining! Either way thank you for reading!

(I wasn’t sure who wanted to be tagged just in my Xavier fic and who did in general so I didn’t add a tag list to this one)

[wickeddisciple]

[ aaron taylor johnson. cis man. he/him. ] did you hear that abel zimmerman is currently living in charming, california? they’re a thirty-two year old who have been in town for about thirty-two years, and are a drug dealer for the wicked wolves and a chef at hale’s diner. it’s known around town that they’re quite imaginative but can also be erratic. people in charming always say they’re reminded of abel when thinking of deadbeat dad’s, overpaid child support bills, and unfinished tattoos. 

drugs tw, abandonment tw, pregnancy tw, 

Abel knows he was dealt a shitty pair of cards in life from the moment he was able to understand what was happening around him. His parents were not the all-American type of parents. They spent most of their time getting high, neglecting Abel. When his younger brother was born, Abel was only four but felt like he needed to do his best to protect his brother. He had already gone to be starving and dirty.

When he turned eight, that’s when he really started taking care of his little brother. He stole food, clothes, and other necessities that he knew his brother needed. It was an unconventional way of helping his brother, but what else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like his parents seemed to care. Abel barely showed up to school, often wandering around and trying to find things for him and his brother. He knew that if he took on the role of caregiver, his brother wouldn’t grow up the same way. His brother had a chance and he wanted to keep it like that. At the age of twelve, Abel committed his first armed robbery, stealing a gun from his dad’s pants.

The pressure of taking care of his brother by stealing and trying to find work just got too heavy for him. He snuck into his parents stash and stole some pills and weed from them. After his first high, he understood why his parents liked doing that stuff. It made him feel invincible, made him feel free and like he didn’t have any responsibilities. From there it spiraled, Abel was more interested in getting high than taking care of his brother. He resented his parents, he resented his brother, and all he could do was drown his feelings by snorting coke and getting high off of weed. He justified it as at least his brother wasn’t doomed, his brother still had a chance if he didn’t follow in his footsteps.

And then he found he got his girlfriend pregnant. At first, it didn’t seem like it was going to be that hard for him. He virtually raised his brother and he was already eighteen. Practically a grown adult, right? But Abel had turned into the spitting image of his parents, always getting high and doing virtually nothing. He couldn’t raise a kid and he basically changed his mind a few months later. That was the best thing to do, right? 

His drug addiction, his sperm, and his last name meant that he was on a lot of people’s shit lists and knew he had to do something about it. He wanted in and he was going to do it no matter what the cost was. He started prospecting for the Wicked Wolves. A drug dealer dealing, the irony of it all. But he was able to not mix business with pleasure. Being a chef at Hale’s, it’s made him have easy access in the alley behind the diner for quick dealings. He’s not stupid, he just has never put his head to something that’s productive. 

He likes to think that he’s a recovering addict now. He goes to NA but he still sometimes dabbles in the harder stuff. He probably won’t ever be able to truly kick his habit. 

[bright-eyes-strawberry-lies]

My (incomplete) Notes on The Lightning Thief

Percy Jackson, at 12 years old, is miserable

Percy is trying very hard to be good

Percy reacts violently when his friends are threatened

“I’m going to kill her” 

I wish I’d decked her right there

Percy turns red when he gets called on 

Percy knows a lot about both Greek and Roman gods

Percy has an “I’ll-kill-you-later” stare

Percy gives “safe” answers to authority figures

Percy sells an illegal candy stash out of his dorm room

Percy knows about shrooms and thinks that he was drugged on the field trip

Percy has nightmares about the teacher (Kindly One) that he killed

Percy has to get summer jobs

Grover is a very bad liar

Percy almost cries in class when his favorite teacher tells him that he’s different

Percy gets into fights to protect Grover from bullies

Percy sees the Fates snipping the thread and knows he’s going to die

Grover mentions that it’s always 6th graders who are killed

Percy ditches Grover at the bus stop

Grover’s bladder acts up when he gets nervous

Sally Jackson took night classes to get her GED

She wanted to be a novelist

Gabe Ugliano is Percy’s stepdad

His cigars make Percy nauseous 

He drinks beer and leaves a mess everywhere

He takes money from Percy and uses it to fund his gambling and calls it their “guy secret.”

If Percy tells Sally, he’ll “punch Percy’s lights out”

Gabe takes over Percy’s room while Percy is at school

Gabe makes fun of Percy’s grades

Sally works at a candy shop and brings Percy blue candy

She runs her hands through his hair and asks him how he’s doing

She never raises her voice or says anything unkind to anyone

Percy wants to punch Gabe

Percy wants to kick Gabe in the balls and “make him sing soprano for week” 

Gabe blamed Percy for things that aren’t his fault

Percy makes a hand gesture that Grover did, but at Gabe, and the screen door slammed shut 

They have a rental cabin on the beach that is “half hidden in the dunes, full of sand and spiders”

Percy and his mom eat blue foods because Gabe said there’s no such thing as blue food. It’s an act of rebellion. 

Percy thinks that his mom doesn’t want him around

Percy is mad at Poseidon for leaving him and his mom

In preschool, Percy is put to sleep in a crib at school. The crib had a snake in it and Percy strangled the snake to death. 

Percy has a dream that a horse (Poseidon) and an eagle (Zeus) are fighting to the death

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi” means “Oh Zeus and other gods!” 

Percy experiences panic when he realizes that his teacher was a monster trying to kill him

Lightning hits the camaro and blasts off the roof

Percy’s got good instincts; the hair frequently raises on the back of his neck when he’s in danger

Sally gets killed by the minotaur 

She’s actually stolen by Hades

Percy rips off the minotaur’s horn and impales it into his side

Percy is crying, weak, trembling with grief and he literally carries Grover and drops onto a porch

Annabeth tries to get Percy to talk while she’s spoon-feeding Percy ambrosia 

Percy has been unconscious for two days after his fight with the minotaur

Percy would rather live on the streets than live with Gabe

He considers lying about his age and joining the army

Percy is very good at telling when adults have been drinking

Grover is nervous about Mr. D

But he still manages to ask for the diet coke can to eat

  The farm house is four stories tall, sky blue and white trim

The camp grows strawberries and the campers pick them

Grover is 28 years old but satyrs mature at half the rate that humans do

The Poseidon cabin walls glow like abalone. There are six empty beds with silk sheets. It smells salty. 

Chiron gets horribly depressed about training heroes

Luke is very handsome except for a thick white scar that runs from his right eye to his jaw.

He’s the son of Hermes and the counselor 

Luke is 19

He’s in cabin 11

Monsters will always reform because they don’t have souls

The bathrooms are cinder block buildings with a line of toilets and a line of showers; there’s a girls and a boys

Percy feels a tug in the pit of his stomach when he uses his powers

Annabeth just watched Clarisse drag Percy into the bathroom to give him a swirly 

Luke steals Percy some toiletries from the camp store. 

Percy is not good at archery, foot racing, or wrestling

The only thing that Percy is good at is canoeing 

Percy can’t find a blade that fits right in his hand. 

Luke has been the best swordsman in 300 years

Percy bests him after pouring ice water on his head (son of Poseidon) 

Hades doesn’t have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood or a throne on Olympus. They say that it would be bad if there was a cabin for Hades. 

Sixty years ago, after World War 2, the big three gods made an oath not to have more kids.

Two of them broke it; Zeus with Jason and Thalia, Poseidon with Percy.

When Hades found out, he let out all three Kindly Ones and a pack of Hellhounds

Thalia wound up becoming a tree. 

Grover was the satyr assigned to bring only Thalia in. Thalia had befriended Annabeth and Luke, and she wouldn’t leave them behind. 

Percy thinks that Luke’s scar makes him look almost evil

Clarisse has an electric spear

It makes Percy go numb wherever she touches him with it

One of the boys in Cabin 5 (Ares) cuts Percy across the arm

Once Percy gets into the water, he’s very good at fighting

Luke wins capture the flag

Annabeth has a Yankee's cap that makes her invisible. It was a gift from her mother. 

Annabeth is the first person to figure out that Poseidon is Percy’s father.

No wait, Grover was first and then Chiron. Well, they knew he was one of the Big Three’s son.

As soon as Percy steps out of the water, he is exhausted and in pain.

When Hellhounds die, they melt into shadow and soak into the ground.

Hellhounds are from the fields of punishment.

When Poseidon claims Percy, everyone kneels.

“Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

Percy is miserable being alone in Cabin Three and being so isolated. He would rather get into fights every day than be ignored. People are steering clear of Percy. 

Except for Luke, who gives Percy one-on-one sword training. 

Annabeth teaches Percy Greek but she’s distracted.

Gabe tells the press that Percy is violent and a troubled kid. The newspapers say that Percy may be involved in his mother’s disappearance. 

Gabe also tells the press that Percy has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Percy has more dreams of Zeus and Poseidon fighting. He hears Kronos’ voice calling to him. 

It doesn’t rain in Camp Half-Blood (or even get overcast) unless they want it to. 

Dionysus wants to kill Percy. 

Percy gets embarrassed when he knows something someone doesn’t want or expect him to. 

Percy has a nervous laugh. 

Illegal copies can be made of the Gods Symbols of Power.

Percy has tried to steal pizza from Gabe’s poker parties and got busted for it.

Percy is furious that the camp is being punished for his existence. He thinks he’s responsible for the gods' fight. 

The Big House attic is four flights up. It’s full of mementos from old demigod fights. 

Percy is scared of the oracle. 

Percy’s fists clench at the very sight of Gabe. 

Percy doesn’t have many friends. 

Percy isn’t afraid of Hades; he wants to get revenge and take Hades on. 

Gods can’t encroach on each other’s territories but demigods can. Gods can’t be held responsible for heroes actions. 

Percy describes his emotions as rolling glass in a kaleidoscope. 

Percy is so relieved that Grover is coming with him that he wants to cry. 

Annabeth volunteered to go on the Quest. Percy is not surprised. 

Previously, Luke told Percy that Annabeth has been harassing Chiron for a prophecy and that she’s been hanging onto all of the new campers until she’s sure they aren’t the chosen one. 

Annabeth says that Percy will mess up this quest without her even though he’s been more than adequate at handling everything that’s been thrown his way. 

The camp store loans Percy $100.00 and 20 golden drachmas. 

He’s also given a canteen of nectar and a ziplock bag full of ambrosia squares.

The ambrosia and nectar is only to be used in emergencies; it will kill a mortal and demigods will literally burn up if they overdose. 

Annabeth’s cap was given to her on her twelfth birthday by her mom, Athena. 

Luke actually runs up the hill to give them the basketball shoes. They’re the flying shoes he got from his dad for his quest when he was seventeen. 

Luke gives the shoes directly to Percy. 

Percy is worried that Luke would have been jealous of the attention he’s been getting.

Percy blushes because Luke gave him the magic gift. 

Luke seems uncomfortable talking to Percy. He trails off three times and uses “um.” And then there’s an [awkward] handshake. 

Luke pats Grover between the horns and gives Annabeth a hug.

Annabeth’s crush on Luke has been brought up three times so far. 

Percy figures out by this one interaction that Annabeth let Luke capture the flag instead of her. 

Percy thinks that he’s a brat for wanting a magical gift from his father. 

Riptide (Anaklusmos) is a gift from Poseidon that Chiron has been holding onto for the next child of Poseidon. 

Riptide is forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, and cooled in the River Lethe. 

Mortals aren’t important enough for the blade to kill but it will kill demigods and anything from the Underworld. 

Percy thinks that the real world feels like a fantasy after spending two weeks at Half-Blood Hill. 

Percy thinks that Annabeth hates him. 

Annabeth thinks they have to be rivals because their parents are. 

Annabeth was also mean to him before she knew who his dad was.

Even after two weeks away from Gabe, Grover can still smell him on Percy.

This makes Percy immediately want a shower.

Grover says that Percy should be thankful Sally was with someone who smelled so repulsively human because it kept the monsters away and that Sally must have loved Percy a lot to put up with that guy.

This does not make Percy feel better but he hides his feelings; or hopes he does since satyrs can sense emotions with or without an empathy link. 

Percy is on the quest because he wants to save his mom.

He is not on the quest to retrieve Zeus’s lightning bolt

Or to save the world 

Or to help his dad out of trouble. Percy is actually really, really angry with Poseidon for never visiting or helping Sally. 

Annabeth and Percy are good at playing hacky sack. 

The three Furies are considered the worst monsters in the Underworld. 

Percy had a chance to escape on the bus and didn’t take it. 

Alecto threatens to kill Percy (again)

Percy can speak Latin

Percy knows that the Greek Gods (Zeus and Hades in particular) are being assholes to him. 

The food at Camp Half-Blood is grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue. 

“Your head is full of kelp.”

In Aunty Em’s emporium, Percy says that the smell of her cooking makes everything else go away, however he still has the sense of mind to notice Grover whimpering, the statues’ eyes following them, and Auntie Em locking the door. 

Percy’s neck tingles when he’s in danger. 

Percy is annoyed that Annabeth is being rude to a woman who just fed them for free. 

[ofantoines]

welcome aboard, antoine beaumont, student #44. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like evan mock? according to our records, you hail from montreal, canada, prefer he/him pronouns, are cis male, and are here to study graphic design. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your money — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + independent, + intuitive but also - intense. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the arcade. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed an old tattered up sketchbook. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

sexuality: bisexual zodiac trio: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, libra rising

tw drug use and overdose

backstory

grew up to a rich family in montreal. his parents were always focused on work. not that they had to be, considering the family trust fund. but, being an only child, antoine was often left at home alone growing up. and, due to being a more reserved person, and generally a little weird, he didn’t really have any friends either.

from a young age, though, he’d found solace in art. often spending most of his alone time drawing or sketching in whatever surface was made available to him. it was at 12 that he stole some money from the cash stash his parents thought he didn’t know about, and went to buy his first sketchbook and pencils. he created entire worlds for himself and shut everyone else out.

he ended up going to college at the university at the university of montreal, but got mixed up with the wrong people. he’d smoked weed before at home, but never anything harder than that. after falling for his roommate there, he did whatever he wanted him to do. even if the feelings weren’t reciprocated. they started selling weed at first, smoking half of his own stash, and then went on to other drugs. which he did too. if anyone asked what he did, he wouldn’t be able to say. there were too many to count, though he had a particular liking for coke. it made him into someone he was not- someone who could go up to people and talk to them. someone who had friends.

(overdose tw) he ended up failing out of college, moved back home, and his habit went with him. it was after his overdose that his parents finally paid attention to him. they sent him to rehab, and then sent him aboard the ship to finish his education. he couldn’t get his hands on anything if he was on the boat, right?

anyway he still sells weed so you’re welcome to buy from him x

personality

literally a piece of shit. he’s a little mean and cold and brooding with people. soft with very few and kinda sabotages his relationships when he does feel softness for folks

[hopeshoodie]

Hi Anne! You always have the most interesting headcanons in the business. So I’m here to ask you a crucial question: what do you think the S2 Islanders drugs of choice are?

Jsjsjsjsj ‘most interesting in the business’ is just code for ‘canon isn’t even a thought in that vacant little head of yours, huh?’

But ok yes so I’m going to include vices in this as well because I don’t see certain characters using drugs per se.

Bobby: WEED. I definitely have a post somewhere where I say that I think Bobby was a stoner during his Paisley Cuddle days, and I still stand by that. Especially if he forayed into harder drugs during that time, I think now he still reverts back to his trusty bong and some weed. It’s cheap, it’s easy, it’s relatively harmless.

Carl: I think Carl’s had a drug problem before, but it was never for recreational use. He wouldn’t turn to amphetamines if he wanted to unwind. I also don’t see him as enjoying being drunk. For me at least, alcohol makes my sensory issues way worse and gauging the right amount his hard, and I’ve heard other autistic people say the same. It seems really boring, but I think Carl’s choice of vice to help him cope is sleeping. Like deadass, he’ll just… Sleep for most of the weekend and spend the rest of the time in bed on his phone. Relaxing is the ability to not choose anything, go anywhere, or do anything. It’s actually pretty maladaptive because he’s just going to feel worse when his routine isn’t followed and he hasn’t moved in two days. Also that can be hard if you’re dating him.

Chelsea: Alcohol. I mean we already knew she had an unhealthy relationship with wine, right? Turns out 2-3 glasses a day isn’t quirky and self-care, it’s alcoholism.

Felix: Molly. I can’t find it, but that one video where a lady is handing out crystals for ‘healing energy’ and the guy just swallows it and downs his drink… Yeah that’s Felix. He doesn’t know what he’s taking half the time, and doesn’t particularly care.

Gary: Alcohol. At the age he is right now, he drinks wayyyy too much vodka and bourbon. I imagine he’s gonna shift to beer, and not /good/ beer either.

Hannah: Coke. ‘What??? Anne??? She’s Wholesome Naïve Book Girl??? She doesn’t smoke crack!?’ you’re right, she doesn’t. She snorts coke. I’ve been around really rich white people. That’s what they do. Hannah 100% snorts coke socially. I don’t think she has the know-how or risk taking behavior to do much else, but she definitely does that. Now whether she has access to a plug/knows how to find one? That’s a different thing entirely. I’m SO confident about this one.

Henrik: Pot or LSD. I’m stuck between the two. Probably both, let’s be honest. He prefers hallucinogens, so if he has a free weekend will do that, but on a casual afternoon would choose marijuana instead because it’s less of a commitment.

Hope : My girl has taste, my girl is responsible. She doesn’t do drugs often, but when she does, she takes acid. She’s tried other things at different points, but acid is the only thing she actively seeks out.

Rahim: Edibles. I’m thinking he prefers/buys the gummies or candies as opposed to it being baked into proper food.

Lucas: Absinthe. He has a super fancy crystal fountain he loves using. I don’t think he’ll default to that unless it’s a party with 3+ people. I think he probably uses sex as a coping/escape mechanism more often than drinking. If he has a bad day or is avoiding something, he’ll immediately run to the girlfriend of the week.

Lottie : Shrooms. She probably went through a rishi tea phase and put ‘medicinal’ mushrooms in everything from food to candy. She won’t do acid, but she does always have a stash of mushrooms to take. Maybe she even grew them herself with rice? She’s stronger than me, for sure.

Marisol: I don’t think Marisol takes drugs, other than caffeine. She’s very chemically dependent on caffeine. But she took a hit of a blunt once and got herself so worked up that she had a panic attack. I think now she’s really quick to announce that weed makes her anxious, despite really giving it a go. And that’s fine!! No one has to try anything! It’s just a little annoying when someone with such little experience wants to lecture everyone else about the effects.

Noah: I can see him taking acid once in college, having a mind blowing experience that he absolutely loved, and then never seeking out the opportunity again. He’ll smoke weed when offered, but that’s not very often. So probably just alcohol. I see him as a beer drinker or a bicardi kind of guy.

Priya: Alcohol, same reason as Chelsea.

Rocco: Weed. Seems self-explanatory. He just… You can smell it on his design, can’t you? I feel like he’s also smoked crack at least once, and has made heroin from a poppy pod.