#hippie x skater

[starboy-is-dead]

PREACHHHHH

[prettytransgirl]

New controller🤭👽💚 tape on the sticks just to keep them clean until my grips come in tomorrow!

Don't hate on my nails😅 I was in the middle of switching the colours and I'm trying to grow them ALL naturally!

No it's not dirt on my hands. I have tattoos.

[x-heesy]

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yOuR cElLpHoNe, YoUr WaLlEt, YoUr TiMe, YoUr IdEaS

nO bAr-CoDe, No PaRtY, nO iD, nO bEeRs

YoUr BaNkCaRd, YoUr LiCeNsE, yOuR tHoUgHtS, yOuR fEaRs

No SiM cArD, nO dIsCo, No PhOtO, nOt HeRe

YoUr BlOoD, yOuR sWeAt, YoUr PaSsIoNs, YoUr ReGrEtS

yOuR pRoFiTs, YoUr TiMe OfF, yOuR fAsHiOnS, yOuR sEx

YoUr PiLlS, yOuR gRaSs, YoUr TiTs, YoUr AsS

yOuR lAuGhS, yOuR bAlLs, We WaNt It AlL (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

yOuR cAsH, yOuR hOuSe, YoUr PhOnE, yOuR lIfE (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

tElL uS yOuR hAbItS, yOuR fAdS, yOuR fEaRs

GiVe Us YoUr AdDrEsS, yOuR sHoE sIzE, yOuR yEaRs

YoUr DiGiTs, YoUr PlAnS, yOuR nUmBeR, yOuR eYeS

yOuR sChEdUlE, yOuR dEsKtOp, YoUr DeTaIlS, yOuR lIfE

sHoW uS yOuR cHiLdReN, yOuR pHoToS, yOuR hOmE

hErE, tAkE cReDiT, tAkE iNsUrAnCe, TaKe A lOaN

gEt A jOb, GeT a PeNsIoN, gEt A hAiRcUt, GeT a SuIt

PlAy ThE lOtTeRy, PlAy FoOtBaLl, PlAy ThE fIeLd, SnOrT sOmE tOoT

wE’lL sHoW yOu ShRiNkS, wE’lL sHoW yOu SpOoKs, We’Ll BuY yOu DrInKs, ThRoW aWaY yOuR bOoKs

We’Ll SeLl YoU cRaP, wE’lL cHaRgE yOu TaX, wE’rE oUt BuYiNg BiG gUnS aNd YoU’lL fRoNt ThE cAsH (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

yOuR cAsH, yOuR hOuSe, YoUr PhOnE, yOuR lIfE (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

yOuR tHoUgHtS, yOuR eMoTiOnS, yOuR lOvE, yOuR dReAmS

yOuR cHeCkBoOk, YoUr EsSeNcE, yOuR sWeAt, YoUr ScReAmS

yOuR sEcUrItY, yOuR sObRiEtY, yOuR iNnOcEnCe, YoUr SoCiEtY

yOuR sElF, yOuR pLaCe, YoUr DiStAnCe, YoUr SpAcE

sPoKeN:

gO bAcK tO bEd AmErIcA, yOuR gOvErNmEnT iS iN cOnTrOl AgAiN.

hErE. wAtCh ThIs. ShUt Up.

YoU aRe FrEe To Do As We TeLl YoU.

yOu ArE fReE tO dO aS wE tElL yOu.

(We WaNt YoUr SoUl)

HeRe’S bOy BaNdS, hErE’s MaCkErS, hErE’s BrItNeY, hErE’s CoLa

HeRe’S pIzZa, HeRe’S tV, hErE’s SoMe RoCk AnD sOmE rOlLeR

wAtCh CoMmErCiAlS, mOrE cOmMeRcIaLs, WaTcH jErRy, NoT oPrAh

BuY a BeTtEr LiFe FrOm ThE cOmFoRt Of YoUr SoFa

HeRe’S pOpCoRn, HeRe’S mAgAzInEs, HeRe’S mIlKsHaKeS, hErE’s BlUe JeAnS

hErE’s PaDdEd BrAs, HeRe’S aRmPiT wAx, HeRe’S fOoTbAlL sHiRtS, hErE’s BaSeBaLl CaPs

HeRe’S lIvE tAlK-sHoWs, HeRe’S vIdEo GaMeS, hErE’s CoLa-LiTe, HeRe’S tEn MoRe LaNeS

hErE’s FiLtEr-TiPs, HeRe’S cOlLaGeN lIpS, hErE’s AlL-nIgHt MaLlS, hErE’s PlAsTiC hIpS (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

yOuR cAsH, yOuR hOuSe, YoUr PhOnE, yOuR lIfE (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

sPoKeN:

gO bAcK tO bEd AmErIcA, yOuR gOvErNmEnT iS iN cOnTrOl AgAiN.

hErE. hErE’s AmErIcAn GlAdIaToRs. WaTcH tHiS. sHuT uP.

gO bAcK tO bEd AmErIcA, hErE’s AmErIcAn GlAdIaToRs.

HeRe’S 56 cHaNnElS oF iT.

wAtCh ThEsE pItUiTaRy ReTaRdS bAnG tHeIr FuCkInG sKuLlS tOgEtHeR,

aNd CoNgRaTuLaTe YoU oN lIvInG iN tHe LaNd Of FrEeDoM.

hErE yOu Go AmErIcA.

yOu ArE fReE tO dO aS wE tElL yOu.

YoU aRe FrEe To Do As We TeLl YoU.

(wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

yOuR cAsH, yOuR hOuSe, YoUr PhOnE, yOuR lIfE (wE wAnT yOuR sOuL)

nO hIpPiEs, No StRaYs, No DrOp-OuTs, No GaYs

No LeFtIeS, nO lOoNiEs, No OpInIoNs, No WaY

nO tHiNkErS, nO tEaChErS, nO fAcTs, No FrEaKs

No SkAtErS, nO tWeEkErS, nO tRuTh, No SlEeP

hErE’s PoPcOrN, hErE’s MaGaZiNeS, hErE’s MiLkShAkEs, HeRe’S bLuE jEaNs

HeRe’S pAdDeD bRaS, hErE’s ArMpIt WaX, hErE’s FoOtBaLl ShIrTs, HeRe’S bAsEbAlL cApS

hErE’s VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy VeRy LoNg InFoMeRcIaLs

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We Want Your Soul by Adam Freeland Spotify 🎵

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

Looking to Shop Online? For Clothes? I got chu.

Well, it happened again.. Uh, I really like finding clothes online, and i love even more finding unique shops to shop at.

This is also INCREDIBLY off topic from my account, but alas I love clothes and want to enable others to also shop online too! Obviously, these shops will serve a bunch of styles also, make sure to check them out if the name even makes you curious.

Because I didnt know where to start when it came to clothes shopping online X-X

The basic bitches

Amazon

AliExpress

Shein

Temu

Etsy

Depop

Clothes Subcultures

Lolita / Kawaii

Devil Inspired

Belchic

KiraKira World

Aesthetics Boutique

Spree Picky

Starlight Fair

Goth / Alt

Cutie Kill Shop

Disturbia

Drip Crime

Grunge/Skater

Tunnel Vision

Teen Hearts

Vintage / Retro / Hippie

Cottagecoreclothes

It Girl Clothing

My Steampunk Style

The Little Bazaar

Minga London

"Aesthetic" Stores (Trend Followers)

Cosmique Studio

Boogzel

Aesthetic Clothes

All Things Rainbow

Epicly

Shoptery

Chic

Mojoyce

Other Clothing Stores (Uncategorized)

Goose & Gander

Bershka

Cider

Yesstyle

Empty Soda

Preloved 'n' Loved

WitchBitchThrift

Up 83

Girl Home

Soolinen

Buykud

Luulla

Tomscloth

Overland Sheepskin Co.

Nada Outfit Land

Bonsir

Riolio

As always, if you have more online stores that you have found, lmk and Ill expand this list! Lets make this like... the best list in the world :D

Also, suggest other subcultures and i will GLADLY add them. Not to mention also sorting the clothes, I am unsure where I can put these websites :b

Okie thank you bye I hope this helpssss

[beyondxmeasure]

Beaches, boardwalks and other summer vibes...

Near You Now

8K | Explicit | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Online Dating | PWP | Grindr AU

When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long-term.

Climbing the Swells

6K | Explicit | Larry | Enemies to Lovers | Surfer AU | Smut

One surfer out of his depth makes a bold move and an unwelcome entrance amongst some territorial locals. After things go terribly wrong, another surfer reluctantly takes mercy on him, offering some first-aid and unexpected hospitality aboard his nearby Airstream. A couple dimples and a few wayward curls go a long way to soften one surly local, and what started out a rough morning becomes a very sunny spot to the day.

Or… The one where a clumsy Harry and a stubborn Louis reconcile their grievances on the beach, with a heartfelt apology from Louis on his knees without saying a word.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone)

9K | Teen+ | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | 1990s AU | Single-Rider Line AU

Waiting in line at the Big Dipper, one angsty skater punk gets paired with a chilled out hippy boy, by way of a single-rider line. Together they ride one of Cypress Gardens’ oldest wooden roller coasters. Will this easy-going stranger in tie-dye make Louis forget his fear of heights, or turn their rickety ramble into a nightmare on steel wheels? Either way, it will be a ride Louis won’t soon forget.

Or… The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

🍋 Part 2 is coming soon...ish! [*insert Louis 'soon means soon' GIF here…* 🤷😅]

I Gave Up Hope and Found You Instead

14K | Teen+ | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Pirates AU | Fisherman Louis | Fluff/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

The entire village warned him not to go. Still, the peculiar boy from Eroda set sail on an odd-numbered day and, without knowing it, headed straight into the OFMD universe. While being held captive aboard the pirate ship Revenge, the boy meets a fisherman named Louis.

Tasked by the captain to teach the reluctant boy to fish, Louis struggles to hide his frustration and hold his tongue. As difficult as it was to deal with this clumsy stranger, the skilled fisherman had worse assignments and more unpleasant partners, but none of them with a smile as bright as this peculiar boy had. A moment of unexpected distress catches them off guard, and both soon find out it’s much easier to catch feelings than fish.

Freedom Always Comes With a Price

101K | Explicit | Larry | Lovers to Friends to Lovers | Memory Loss | Non-Linear Narrative | Angst, Fluff & Smut

A shared dream brings them together onto the X-factor stage, but one decision changes Harry and Louis’ lives overnight. Thrust into a world of instant stardom, they’re forced to live a lie to sustain their dreams, but years of living in the shadows and under strict management take its toll.

With the band’s impending hiatus, there’s no better time for change, so they think.

Desperate for a solution, they turn to an unlikely source with a radical plan. An unfortunate accident sets everything in motion, but not how they intended. Leaving Louis’ memories altered, Harry broken-hearted and full of regret.

Can Harry figure out a way to fix everything? Will he even want to once he sees how Louis moved on after the hiatus? Will Louis ever find out the truth of their past, and can he forgive Harry after all this time?

In the end, two friends find out that memories are elusive, trust is everything, and love is the only antidote.

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[steph3824]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Madewell x Free & Easy | Tie Dye Cropped Hoodie Sweatshirt Orange Blue Pink XXS.

[someonegetthelechuga]

honestly ....... i’m sorry but i have to!!! there’s not a lot of deet and rian art so I have to make it 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[libraryofloveletters]

A June Wedding

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of 

Category: Fluff 

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: idk what this is, I opened the doc and just started typing, so yeah // the flashbacks are set two years ago, when y/n meets Buck. The end is back to the present

---- 

From B: I was thinking about you.

From B: I miss you. 

The phone sat in your hand, you stared down at the message on the screen. It had been months, maybe longer since you met him-  2 years to be precise. 

The two of you had a weird friendship to say the least. One of those “will they, won’t they?” kind of things. Everyone seemed to notice how the two of you were in love except the two of you. 

Your story starts in a hole in the wall coffee shop two years ago, when Buck comes in after his first shift at the station. 

*Two Years Before* 

Tired and hungry was a typical look you saw among the folks who came to your shop. It was downtown LA and there were a lot of businesses around including station 118. 

Among your typical morning crowd, there were people in suits and ties, the few hippies/skater crowd and your favourite, the fire-fighters. 

They were your favourite not because they always had larger orders but they usually left big tips and were super sweet. 

It was around 9 in the evening when the bell on the door chimed as it was pushed open. You were closing up for the day but the ‘come in, we’re open’ sign still hung on the window that was ideally supposed to be taken down an hour ago. 

Pulling a tray of cookies from the oven, you were startled by the door considering that you thought you locked the door. Peering from the doorway of the kitchen, there was a man by the counter, staring up at the menu board. 

“Hi,” you smile, hesitantly stepping towards the counter from the kitchen. He glances down at you and smiles, mumbling a hello. 

“Uh, we’re actually closed right now.” you inform him. 

His brows furrow, glancing over his shoulder at the window. “But the sign-” “I forget to take it down.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ll- okay, I'm gonna go.” he looked.. disappointed. He pulls a phone out his pocket and sighs. You take that moment to study him. A grey sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, there’s a hat sitting backwards on his head and a duffle bag tossed over his shoulder. As he turns to leave, you notice the 4 letters written on his hat in bright red - LAFD. 

“Hey!” you call out, “You’re a firefighter ?” 

The blonde smiles and nods, “yeah, I started today actually. The guys at the station were talking about the coffee shop down the street. I didn’t get a chance to come during the day so I thought I'd come now- but I can come back another time, you’re closed”

Waving off his statement, you pick up a cup from the counter. “Nonsense, I'd never turn away one of the city’s finest.” you smile, he chuckles. “The city’s finest is more of a cop thing.” he tells you. 

“Is that so ?” asking, you begin looking through the fridge to see if there was any milk, he hums. 

“I think you’re pretty fine yourself” you mumble, standing straight when you realize what you’ve said. Your back was to him, a blush burning up your face. 

What you didn’t know was that Buck was blushing too, a pretty person like you calling him fine was surely going to make him blush and that it did. 

Clearing your throat, you turn to face him again. He was looking anywhere but at you for the moment. 

“What can I get you ?” 

“What do you have right now ?” 

“Just about everything, except for baked goods. I usually put those in the oven in the morning but I do have a tray of cookies if you’re interested.” 

“That sounds good,” he smiles at you. “I’ll take a cookie and uh-” glancing up at the menu, “whatever is your favourite drink” 

Humming, you turn and head to the kitchen to get two cookies for him and then begin mixing some coffee and creamer in a cup, along with ice and some caramel sauce. You ended up making two, one for him and one for you. 

The man was sitting at one of the stools by the window. He was watching the cars drive past. “Here,” you slide the plate over to him and set the cup beside it. 

He smiles, “thank you. How much do I owe you ?” he asks, reaching for what you assumed was his wallet. “Oh, don't worry about it. The register is locked and it’s your first time here, I wouldn’t have charged you anyways” 

“You don’t charge first time customers ?” 

“Only the firefighters, y’all hold a special place in my heart” you laugh, he smiles once more. 

“Are you in a hurry to leave? I can take it with me if you are.” 

“No, you're alright. The cookies are warm, I just took them out when you got here.” you sit beside him, taking a sip of your drink. He also takes a sip of his, you watch as his face twists and he smacks his tongue to try and figure out what it is. 

“I call it the y/n special” filling him in, his brows furrow. “It’s basically just caramel ice coffee” a small laugh passes your lips as you take another sip.

“I’m y/n by the way.” “I’m Buck” he smiles.

--

From that day, Buck was a regular in your shop. You made him a regular coffee before his shifts, 2 cream and 3 sugars - you've come to realize he had a bit of a sweet tooth.  After work, he’d stop by for an iced coffee and a cookie. You’d always keep some in the back for him. 

This became a routine, you asked him for his number so he could let you know when he was on his way to work that way you’d have his coffee ready if he was running late. 

Most mornings you’d just get an ‘coming’ or a little fire truck emoji letting you know he’s on his way to work. 

Over the next year and a half, the two of you became close. All the guys that came in from the station always teased you about your “boyfriend Buck” although he wasn’t your boyfriend. 

The two of you were close, you hung out all the time - when Buck had days off, he’d still stop by the shop for coffee or just to see you even though he lived in the opposite direction. He would also pick you up after work when you could walk home because you lived down the street. 

You often stopped by the station when you knew they were on a 24 hour shift. Buck would text you hourly with whatever he was thinking about, especially during the nights when most of his team was asleep and he couldn’t. During those 24 hour shifts, the last few hours kicked their asses, everyone was tired and too lazy to move to do anything about it- those were the days that you headed into the shop early to get some stuff together to take over for them. 

Over time, the affection between the two of you became clear to everyone but the two of you. 

You only really noticed you liked him after his unfortunate run in with the fire truck and his promotion which you decide to celebrate with him. 

There you were, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bag of Thai takeout in the other - the perfect thing to celebrate his new- temporary as he kept reminding you- position. 

He had invited you over to watch a movie but life was short as was recently reiterated after Buck’s “getting stuck under municipal equipment” phase as the two of you joke. 

“Hey!” he smiles at you when he opens the door, immediately noticing the bottle of champagne in your hand. 

“The nice stuff,” he hummed, stepping aside so you could come in. You set the bag on the counter with the bottle before venturing further into the kitchen to find glasses. 

“What are we celebrating ?” he watches as you tumble through the cupboards. 

“Y/n?” “What ?” 

“What are we celebrating ?” he asks once more. 

“Do you not own any champagne glasses ? All I can find are solo cups and those ugly ass mugs you have.” sighing, you grab the solo cups knowing his answer already. 

“Y/n/n, I'm a 20-something year old guy living by himself-” “What makes you think I have such things?” finishing off the sentence for him which makes him laugh. 

Setting the cups down on the counter, you push the bottle over to him. “Would you be so kind as to do the honours?” you hop onto the counter. Buck peels the casing from around the top and then shakes the bottle. 

Your brows furrow, “that’s going to make a mess-” before you finish your sentence, the bottle pops. 

The cork ends up somewhere in the apartment whilst the very expensive champagne is sprayed everywhere. Buck just so innocently titled the bottle your way, soaking you in the liquid. 

Laughing, you pull the bottle away from him. He's standing in front of you when you grab his chin, pulling him towards you. Your left hand is cradling his jaw and leaning his head back to pour some of the champagne in his mouth. You over poured and split it on his shirt. 

The two of you were a laughing, sticky mess and the bottle was already half way empty. He held the cups out for you, letting you pour some into each cup before handing you one. 

“Okay, now will you tell me what prompted the champagne showers ?” he smiles, leaning against the counter next to you. 

“Well, life is short. You’re a fire Marshall now so, I’m here to celebrate.” 

Buck smiles at you, he wasn’t the biggest fan of his new job to be honest. Sure he liked it, but he’d do anything to be back out in the field. 

Your arm stretched out, “So to you Mr. Evan Buckley, wait should I say Fire Marshall Buckley ? Anyways congratulations my love, you deserve the job but if the power goes to your head, I'm putting you in your place.” laughing, you bump your cup to his. 

“To a speedy recovery and hoping for your return to the field soon because you’re driving everyone mad. Cheers!” 

Both taking a sip before Buck hops up onto the counter beside you. He shifted slightly, making a gap between the two of you and pulling the bag of takeout to the spot. Dinner was had on the counter, eating straight out of the containers.

“Bobby would be so upset if he saw us right now.” Buck mumbles, his mouth full. 

“Mhm but he’s not here. He doesn’t have to know.” 

A few moments later, his phone began ringing. He pulls it out and his eyes widen. There’s a confused look on your face, waiting for him to give you some context or tell you who’s calling. Finally he shows you his phone. 

Bobby is calling. 

“You summoned him!” Buck shouted. You resisted the urge to laugh. 

“Answer the phone!” 

You watch as Buck answers the phone, holding back his laughter at the conversation moments ago. He looked happy, you loved seeing him like that. The way his eyes glimmered when he smiled that million dollar smile of his, how his curls showed when his hair was wet or if he hadn’t cut his hair in a while. 

It was the little things that made you fall in love with him. 

He was still on the phone when you decided you’d find something to change into. 

He watched as you made your way to the bathroom, coming back out shirtless with a towel in your hand, drying off. He noticed the way you took a step every two steps like he does. He could hear you humming from upstairs, the way you went up in pitch when you saw something you liked or how you’d stop in-between to start whistling. He smiles to himself as he ends the call. 

He too had fallen love with you somewhere along the line. 

----

You watched as the little bubbles popped up on the screen on and off for the next few minutes. 

Today was your wedding day. 

You hadn’t spoken to him all day, things had been hectic. You promised to see him before you got married but truthfully, you had been so consumed with planning and making sure everything was ready that you didn’t get a chance to. 

Your friend comes in, sticking their head in and smiling at you. “You ready ?” they ask, you hum before taking one more look at the phone. 

“As ready as I'll ever be.” 

It was a hot summer day in June, you and your fiancé had decided on an outdoor wedding considering you had always wanted a June wedding. 

Standing at the end of the aisle, each side of the yard was filled with people you loved and cared about but your love was smiling at you on the verge of tears at the altar. 

Resisting the urge to laugh at him, you smile as the music begins playing - your cue to make your way down the aisle. Making it to the end without tripping, you smile at him. 

“Hey,” you smile, reaching for his hand.

“You look beautiful” he smiles, he leans forward to give you a kiss when a hand against his chest stops him. 

Bobby gives him a disapproving look, “I’ll be fast but you gotta wait to the end to kiss them, Buck.” The statement earned him a laugh from the crowd. 

The heat was getting to everyone including the two of you so Bobby skipped over the unnecessary parts, letting the two of you say your vows. 

You started, your hand giving his a squeeze. “The day you walked into the shop, I thought ‘damn, I'm gonna die. Why do I always forget to lock the door?’ but little did I know, it was going to be the love of my life walking in. From the moment we sat down and started talking was the moment I knew you were the one- you made me smile, laugh, gave me butterflies but you also made me feel safe, like I could tell you anything and you’d always be there for me. I watched you walk out with the promise of coming back in the morning and I knew then, we were gonna have a June wedding.” you laughed. 

“You taught me what love was, how to be happy, to never give up no matter what life throws my way because for the last 2 years, that’s what I've watched you do and I'm so incredibly proud to be marrying you. There’s no one else for me. It’ll always be you.” you smile, blinking back the tears. 

“How am I supposed to compete with that ?” he hums, giving you a grin. 

“Everything about you is.. perfectly imperfect, in every single sense of the term. You strive for perfection, but you come up with a slightly different version every time and I love that about you- like when you run out of breath while singing you start whistling so you don’t lose the melody, it’s the little things that make me love you. You hold the stars and the moon, you’re my whole world y/n, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You make me a better man and I could never thank you enough for that.” Both of you are about to cry, looking at each other with the most love and adoration in your eyes. 

Bobby cuts to the end, both of you now impatient and waiting for him to announce that you were officially a couple and the moment he does, Buck pulls you towards him, kissing you like it was the last time he was ever going to. 

The sound of clapping and cheering filled your ears, making you both smile as your made you way back down the aisle officially as the Buckleys. 

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Explosive Love //katsuki bakugou x fem reader//

After settling into the new dorms Mina suggests that we hold a competition to see whose room is the best. Unfortunately your room was the first one.

You have your LED lights set in red. You have neon trippy tapestry hanging in the middle of the wall right above your bed, which is across from the wall the door is. You also have hella music artists posters hanging on your walls.

The theme of your room is hippy but with a grunge/skater vibe.

In three of the corners you have a speaker. All three speakers are synced and bluetooth paired to your phone. You are currently playing hit 'em up by Tupac.

"Wow! Y/N I really like your room." Mina says walking in and looking at the posters. "Hehe... Thanks Mina." You say nervously holding the back of your neck.

You all walk out and go to the feast of the girls rooms. "Let's look at the boys rooms now!" Mina says walking to Tokoyami's room. He put up a fight but obviously lost.

When we finally get to Todoroki's room everyone is in awe. Everyone except you. You've been to Shoto's house plenty of times to know what his dorm room would look like.

Todoroki was the last boys room to look at. Well except for Katsuki's, but no one was going to try and see his room.

Mina and the rest of 1-A go and sit in the lounge area of the dorms, but you walk off to Bakugou's room. You knock on the door.

"No! None of you dumbasses are seeing my room!" He yells from behind the door. instead of knocking again you just walk in.

"What the fuck!!" He yells turning around with a bong in his hand, sitting next to the window with incense burning next to the door. "Yo!! Lemme have some." You say closing the door and walking to him.

You sit down on the floor in front of him and you lay your head on his leg as he takes another hit. "Fuck off!" He says while exhaling and handing you the bong and lighter. You happily grab it while giggling.

"You're adorable you know, that's the only reason I let you smoke with me dumbass." He says to you. You look up at him while hitting the bong. You exhale coughing slightly.

"Yeah... I know." You smile and hand it back to him. "So... Y/N, why did you come in here?" He asked, taking a hit. "Well. You didn't show us your room so I came to see it."

Bakugou's room is much like yours, just more of a grunge/skater theme with a hippy vibe. He had his LED lights set to dark blue. He just like you had three speakers in the corners synced and linked to your phone.

You stand up and start to walk to his bed but he grabs your waist. He pulls you down into his lap. You giggle as he wraps his arms around you. "Where are you goingggg!?!" He asked, still holding on to you.

"I WAS going to go lay down on your bed but you stopped me." You say as you try to wiggle your way out of Bakugou's death grip. "Stop wiggling princess." He says while holding your hips down so you can't move.

You start trying to get out of his grip again but before you do you both hear a knock on the door. "Come in!" Todoroki walks in and starts rolling a blunt.

"This place sucks!" He says as he lights up the blunt. He takes like two three hits. "I can't believe I live here with all of you people." He says as he passes you the blunt.

You take it and hit it two times before asking "what happened?" You hit once more. "Nothing. I just don't wanna live with the people I have to see during the school day. I wanna be able to get away from you all." "I know what you mean." You and Bakugou both say.

You take another hit and pass it to Bakugou. You stand up and start to leave. "Where are you going?" Both Todoroki and Bakugou ask you. "I'll be right back, hold on." You leave his room and walk to yours.

You walk over to the mini fridge in the corner and grab three water bottles. From on top of the fridge you grab you and Bakugou hot cheetos and Todoroki some fruit snacks.

You walk back to Bakugou's room and you drop the drinks and snacks on the floor in front of Todoroki. You grab Bakugou's phone and he grabs your arm. "What are you doing princess?" He says now standing up.

Todoroki's pov.

'Ugh. This is so annoying. They obviously both like each other so why can't they just admit it.'

Your pov again

"Playing good music. Duh!" You say pulling your hand away and sitting on the bed. You sit up at his pillows and you change the song to F.N. By Lil TJay.

"You call this good music??" Todoroki says passing you the blunt. "You're an asshole!" You say as you start rolling another blunt. "Yeah I know. Hey. Um what time is it?" "I think 6 or something."

Bakugou says taking the newly rolled blunt out of your mouth. "HEY!!" you yell trying to grab it back. Todoroki laughs. "Well I'm going to eat dinner with my mom, see you guys later."

"Okie byeee! Have fun!!" "Ight bye." You both say as he walks out the door. After a bit you and Bakugou finish the blunt. You lay your head down on his stomach turning on death note

"Hey! What are you watching?" He asks you. "Death note." "Oh cool lemme watch too." "Fuck off." You say while positioning your phone so you can both watch. After a bit you fall asleep.

So I was rereading this and it seems very rushed so I will try to make my other parts sound not so rushed

[soulvomit]

One of the reasons I just went back to talking like a nerd, is because the things I did to NOT sound/parse as a nerd, involved keeping up with a lot of shit, and every day a new slang word has been deprecated. Paradoxically, only 70s-90s youth slang is really acceptable (aside from gendered expressions like “dude” and all I will agree to do is not use it in mixed company, because otherwise you will pry Dude from my cold, dead hands).  And that’s because of the degree to which it’s past the Cultural Appropriation Statute of Limitations (the origins of terms such as ‘cool’ are lost in the mists of time to most people) and the degree to which Gen X slang comes from Boomer/Gen Jones surfer/skater/hippie culture anyway.  Gen X youth culture is truly Leftover Culture in so many ways.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞

Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc

⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

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↳ The Main Event ↲

Sinclair waits outside for Cal to pick her up for the carpool. She's usually the last stop on the road to school but who's to complain when the town's cute skater boy slept over at your house last night?

Circumstances weren't exactly the best as she loved him at arm's length but she wanted more. Even if that wasn't a part of the plan. She was supposed to be Cupid. Not get shot by her arrows.

"Yo Clarie! Let's go!"

Ashe yelled atop August's lap in the back seat window. Brendan smiling and waving beside them at her.

She walks down her driveway opening the left backseat door sitting next to Brendan. Her perfume was still fresh on his clothes from their cuddle session the night before.

"Good morning little miss perfect."

"Morning to you too Bruiser."

Soundly the radio cut to the weather report, then back to Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots. Sinclair and Ashe joined in some carpool karaoke as the chorus played.

Pulling into the school's parking lot, everyone else is dressed in similar shades of blue and yellow. Typical pep rally attire.

"I guess it was a school-wide email? Cause I didn't get the memo."

Noelle out of the five in a green tartan spaghetti strap mini dress. A cream cardigan resting on her shoulders.

Ashe giggles texting on her phone.

"You do this every year Ellie."

"No sweat Hippie Dippy I packed you something just in case..." Cal says locking the car as he rummaged through his bag handing her a pullover hoodie with the school's colors on it.

She takes it, holding it under her arm.

"Thanks for the save."

Cal only winks, patting her on the back. The six strolling side by side inside past the double doors.                  

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Gameday shenanigans were underway and Ashe was bored out of her mind. She thought maybe to text Stranger but there's no wonder who could peek over her shoulder.

She decided to look at her Twitter comment section under her post from early this morning. Hopefully, there wasn't a dumpster fire like last time. Scrolling down it seems she spoke too soon.

The group chat was already up in flames. She types a reply.

A text notification from Stranger wishes her a good day of school and that she looks pretty in blue. Ashe smiles at her screen but not two steps into her stroll to the gym her shoulder collided hard with someone else's. She catches herself adjusting her book bag.

"My fault, I wasn't payin' attention..."  Ashe looking down and away before turning to face them.

"Nah you're good, I'm, uh, lost actually."

The person smiles. His tall stature and fluffy jet black hair fall just above his brows.

"If it's not too much trouble, I could use some help getting to my next class."

Then it clicked.

"You're the new kid right?" She out stretches her hand to him. "I'm Ashe, Welcome to Viewridge."

"Thanks. It's Ryver. Ryver Takahira."

His last name rings a bell in Ashe's ear.

"Wait you're related to Indie?"

"You know my half sister?" Ryver asks following behind Ashe.

Not once has Indie mentioned having a sibling. Then again, that cheer squad bitch has had it out for Ashe since her boyfriend was caught flirting with her. Even though they were on a break and Ashe never wanted him in the first place.

"Something like that..."

Rounding the corner they stop at the Chem Lab listed on his schedule. The door was unlocked so she opens it sneaking them both inside.

"You're her younger brother or...?"

"Nah we're the same age, we share the same mother but different Fathers. I chose to live with my Father since hers doesn't like me much."

"Mmhm" Ashe hums, opening the door. "Family drama am I right? You can chill here until professor Seneca shows up. You got it from here?"

Ryver drops his bag at his feet taking out a bento box. "Yeah but before you go..."

He hands her an onigiri wrapped in foil.

"It's still warm. Take it as a thanks for the help."

Ashe nods smiling down at her palm.

"Will do."

Suddenly three boys start running behind the her to the staircase at the end of the hall. Noelle behind them. "What's going on ?"

"Ashe c'mon it's Torryn and Cal!"

Fear struck her like lightning. "I gotta...go."

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Brendan and August were holding Cal back while Torryn and his quarterback meat head goons were behind him. A huge crowd surrounding them as cameras were pulled out record the altercation.

"Go find Sinclair!" Ashe yells at Noelle so she can be heard over the screams.

Ashe and bumrushes through the crowd stopping between them. The crowd murmuring at her arrival.

"Looky here Cal, your lil dyke showed up to tap you out." Torryn teases, blood on his knuckles and a bruise on his cheek.

Cal grunts in both Brendan and August's arms. His bottom lip swollen and bleeding. "Son of a bitch! Imma break your jaw you keep talkin' to her like that!..."

She walks with her head down holding her hand up in front of Cal, his expression softens, cutting him off.

"I got it from here. You guys take him to the infirmary."

Brendan and August nod at Ashe as they pull him away.

"Pathetic." Torryn eggs on. "You're gunna let little lesbo here tell you what to do?"

"Funny, because this 'Little lesbo' had you shootin' blanks at last year's homecoming game..." Ashe says stern yet fruitfully.

Torryn clinches his jaw stepping towards her. His goons holding him back as surrounding students instigate.

"Or maybe the time I made you cum so hard I left your legs shaking after practice a couple games back? Does your girlfriend know about that?"  Ashe patronized him.

Torryn looks around clenching his jaw. "That's enough Tomboy!..."

"That's not what you were saying under the bleachers Torri...sounded more like - 'Fuck Mommy please don't stop'!"

Torryn's cheeks redden in embarrassment as he shoves his goons off going for her hair. Ashe swiftly raises her leg, sending him to the ground doubled over clutching his crotch.

Bending down to his level, she yanks him by his hair forcing his head back. Her lips on the shell of his ear.

"You ever talk shit or start shit with me or my friends ever again I'll snap your motherfuckin' dick off and shove it so far up your ass you'll cough up cum for a month, understand?"

Torryn remains silent.

"Say it bitch ass!" She yanks harder on his hair.

"Alright alright, I got it!" Torryn relents weakly. Ashe let's go of him, his nostrils flaring as her hand lightly pats his head.

Grinning, she replies, "Good Boy Torri. And one more thing..."

Before he could answer she throat punches him, causing him to cough harshly.

"Fuck you, you piece of shit."

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Night of the game narrows down without a message from Stranger. Ashe decides to stay back to help set up the concession counter and charity tables for incoming families that'll be in attendance. Sinclair and Brendan snook away, she figured as much as she and Noelle were setting up weed brownies to be sold.

"I'm still shocked you haven't been caught yet selling these bad boys." Ashe jokes nudging Noelle's arm.

"Beats me, probably because some of the facility buys them too. Dealing with teens can be stressful so I understand why they let me slide." She stacks some off to the side when one falls from the table.

Quickly reaching for it, Cal beats her to it bending down. They exchange a glance, one Ashe knows all too well.

"Try not to damage the goods Hippie Dippy." He hands her the brownie trying not to smile.

She nods, putting it on the table with the rest as he walks away to the gym. Ashe sighs obnoxiously, moving more chairs around.

"Don't even think about it Tomboy!"

"What? It's not what it looks like right?" Noelle rolls her eyes before bumping into Indie walking in the other direction.

"Watch it, pothead!" She eyeing Noelle up and down as she sucks her teeth. Before Noelle could reply she frantically sped off into the girl's locker room.

Her phone notification pings loudly from August. To meet him in the locker room too.

"I'll be right back Ellie, it's Auggie."

Ashe opens the door to the locker room, no one is inside oddly enough. She looks around at the lockers and empty benches but she only hears her sneakers squeaking against the tiles.

Her phone goes off again.

She walks closer to the showers where one to the back right is left running, steam pouring onto the floor. Pulling up her sweater sleeve, she twists the nob turning it off. Turning to leave, her heart drops to her stomach.

"What the fuck Auggie!?" Ashe yells. Her back was flush against his chest.

"Sorry Babes, I was putting on my uniform. Didn't mean to startle you."

He chuckles in her ear pulling her into a hug from behind.

He sways her back and forth nuzzling into her neck. "I'm supposed to be set up with Ellie, Auggie..."

"I know, I know but I wanted to see you before my first game of the year. Your my lucky charm remember?"

"It's not like I'll be sittin' in the bleachers cheerin' you on or anything." Ashe unamused plays along.

"I'm counting on it Babes." August's hands rub her shoulders as he pulls away. "I'll see you later Tomboy."

Ashe nods walking out to the double doors,  Sinclair tapping her foot impatiently and her arms folded. She couldn't get her words out as Sinclair grabbed her arm leading her off to the gym bleachers.

"Any day now Aberdeen..." Sinclair sneers.

They sit down in the fourth row near the center, Cal, and Brendan already there. Noelle sells her baked goods to kids in the lower rows.

The game commences as scheduled, Ashe occasionally on her phone texting Stranger. Her eyes meet August's on the court, him winking and pushing his sweat-slicken hair from his face. She shook her head in response hiding her smile.

Cal and Brendan get a load of the interaction laughing to themselves, Sinclair and Noelle teasing Ashe as well. Sneakers on the court and whistles were blown by the referee and cheering made the first quarter worthwhile. August not trying to show off to Ashe's subtle delight.

Inflatable Thundersticks erupt when Viewridge scores another point during the second quarter. Viewridge's rival, Trinity Tech isn't doing well. Intermission starts and Ashe leaves to use the bathroom. As the hallway lights flicker she scrolled through her phone when Stranger's caller ID flashes abruptly.

She swipes her thumb, accepting the call.

"Hello? Stranger?"

His murky reception made it hard to hear him she turns up the volume of her phone.

"Stranger you're breaking up I can barely-"

"Ashe you need to leave now! I'm almost there but you need to hide!"

"Hide? Hide from...?"

Fast approaching footsteps sound off at the end of the hall. Ashe makes a break for the staircase, the ominous stalker gaining on her. She runs in the opposite direction rounding a corner to the second-floor library. She drops to the ground stabilizing her breathing.

She reaches for her butterfly knife, holding it close. The footsteps were quiet as the stalker passed the door furthering down the hallway. She takes a deep breath dialing.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Please hurry I'm being chased inside Viewridge High School. They've got a weapon and they're masked. I'm armed but I'm not sure I'll last..." She pleads to keep her composed.

The doorknob jiggles wildly, loud banging from the door. Ashe hangs up, making it to her feet rushing to the back exit running downstairs to the gym. Their footsteps close the distance until she's pulled into the dark.

A large gloved hand rests on her mouth, Ashe breathing from her nose. Her hands paw at their forearm but they shush her. She sat perched between the person's legs, their cologne filling the emptiness. Stalkers' footsteps quicken but slow down.

"C'mon..." The person whispers.

Stalker footsteps disappear, distant Police sirens outside the door and she hears a group of cops shouting. They disappear as well leaving them alone.

The person drops their hand, stroking her arms leaning into her much smaller back.

"I told you I'd protect you, Babydoll."

Next chapter  ➽ 

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could you do poly lost boys with like a beachy, hippie vibes reader? like the reader dresses straight out of the 70s california scene and surfs and skateboards and stuff like that?

POLY! LOST BOYS x HIPPIE VIBES READER

The boys were used to all sorts of people roaming around their boardwalk. Surfers, skaters, conmen, civilians. Humans wandered about like walking happy meals and the boys were all too content to indulge themselves.

They were used to the usual surfer crowd- a few locals but mostly just folks driving through to follow the waves. The four of them sat, lounging against their bikes as they watched surfers go in and out- lugging their boards around and exchanging tips.

You were a new face, and they assumed you had just shacked up with the rest of the vagabonds making their way across the coast but whereas the others steered clear of them when they got closer you had no problem when they slunk closer to the rapidly growing bonfire.

They circled you, attempting to intimidate you off the turf but you didn’t seem bothered at all- only smiling lazily at them with a cheery “Sup, dudes?”

The boys were shook.

You didn’t even look bothered when they flirted, David gently tugging on a strand of your hair, leaning against the lifeguard tower to loom over you while the others had you cornered.

But hey, no biggie. If these guys really wanted to hurt you they would’ve done it by now. So you just smiled lazily back at them, posture relaxed as they exchanged confused glances.

Intrigued by your seemingly unshakeable serenity- they invited you to join them on the boardwalk for the night, curious to test just how far your limits were.

At their offer you bobbed your head agreeably, ducking away to grab your over-clothes while they waited.

They don’t know what they expected but when you rolled up on a skateboard looking like you’d fallen out of a Beach Boys album cover they couldn’t help but gawk. Your aesthetic so directly contrasted their own that when the five of you roamed people stared- not entirely sure they were believing what they were seeing.

Paul was thrilled to mess around with you. Your calm vibes directly clashed with his wild nature and that sounded like it could produce some totally unique chaos and he was ready.

And boy was he right- just because you were chill didn’t mean you were chill. And when he (’jokingly’) suggested that you see if you can hit the employee of the water gun game right on the crotch you can imagine his shock when you simply grinned that sleepy grin, flopped onto the chair, and aimed with near military level precision right at the poor man’s groin.

The boys were so hype that they forgot that they could get kicked off the boardwalk and when the five of you were ushered away and onto the beach they weren’t expecting you to begin wading, knee-deep into the chilly evening ocean.

You flopped down into water, gesturing for them to join you as you floated on your back- completely at ease despite the black swirling waves that would crash over your shoulders.

David pointed out that none of them had brought swimsuits but you only gestured to your own, now soaking wet, over clothes. It’s the ocean, baby! Besides it’s so dark you doubt anyone would notice. 

Marko was the first to hop in, stripping down to his boxers and belly flopping into the waves. He swam over to you, struggling to float and sinking too low a few times before you eventually just grabbed him and let him hold on to you in case he drifted too far out.

Paul was insistent that “I’m not gonna get my underwear wet that’s gross, doll” so instead he opted to skinny dip- tossing you a flirtatious wink that you only rolled your eyes at.

Dwayne and David hung back at the shore, leaning casually against each other and watching the three of with crossed arms and the laugh as Paul drifted too far out, doggy paddling frantically while you swam over to pull him back towards shore.

You were rolling with their punches and while that was an impressive enough feat.

But the fact that you were also incredibly cute?

....They felt like that hit the jackpot.

[jojoreadwhat]

don’t be fooled, the first two hours ruled / honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

Lucy's POV.

I woke to the sounds of my alarm bombarding my dreams like if it were a wrecking ball.

The sun drowning out the room, piercing my eyes with its welcome. Fluttering my eyes open, the feeling uneasy to adjust to, forcibly making them acquainted.

Today was the big day, the first time ever stepping into a new form of education. Was I ready? Of course not, who was?

I sat up in disapproval, stretching out my legs till they reached the mat and placing weight into them like a box full of twenty hand me down paperbacks. Retreating to my mirror, noticing the slight bags forming from the lack of sleep of the night before. That were only bound to get darker further into the semester. Like how time changes make the sun go down sooner and the night have the closing act.

My mind was racing last night, mixed with anxiety approaching today, and the ricochet of events that had went down at the party. But most of all, he kept making a visit.

I really had no explanation on why he kept entering my mind like an old friend. Yeah he was quite the looker and all, but what boggled me the most was how he lingered around me before I left. The boy could have anyone and every girl in the party proved me right. He latched onto me, like a koala to a tree.

Maybe it was all because of the pool incident he felt like he had to hang around. Make sure I didn't chill at the bottom of the pool the next time. But then again, he started the questions. Questions that needed long answers, answers he seemed to enjoy.

I chucked to myself, over believing that he had interests in a person like me. It was all out of guilt, and it was just a joke to keep thinking otherwise.

I retreated to my closet, pondering on what I could possibly put together today.

Leggings and a oversized shirt? No, too cozy. I'll fall asleep before the second lecture.

A band tee and some boyfriend jeans? Too familiar.

I moved the next few shirts till it came into sight. A black and white floral skater dress. Something new and different like the day I was prepared for.

Pairing with a beat up jean jacket from my dads hippy days, and tights. I laced up my combats and sat at the edge of my bed.

Flinging my bag over my shoulder, grabbing my laptop off my desk. I checked my phone noticing that I had an hour before my first lecture to grab a coffee. Slipping my headphones, playing my teenage angst soundtrack before slipping out the door.

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Matty's POV.

The sun rays beaming through the blinds aligned her hair like highlights. Her brown long hair hanging over her bare shoulder as my hangover made friends with the devil in my head. I lied within the common white sheets of the common white room, my room as she walked around familiarizing it as she looked for the clothes I misplaced of hers.

I couldn't recall her name, possibly Marie rang a bell. But she had a pretty face, model like with beautifully structure cheek bones and rosy lips I had swollen the night before.

She was a bit taller than me in the heels she was in, the ones she had found moments ago. The black strappy ones that I unbuckled and threw behind me in the moment. The events reconfiguring themselves into a picture of the night before.

The brunette retreated to the end of my bed, one leg over the other as she placed her shoes back on. Her dangling hair danced across her back tattoo of a butterfly with vibrant purples and blues cascading inside it's black outline. Trying to figure out if I had seen it before or was it my lips jogging my hazy memory from when I traced it with them.

Everything was a blur, something that always came naturally from when I lost myself the night before. But there was one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb.

The brunette's dark green eyes met my brown ones, they weren't the crystal blues that almost led me through a whole other world, totally perplex than the one I led on my own. There was a road that was never founded in mine.

The woman's lips curled into a devious smile. "Last night was fun" she stated as she slipped her white and gold shirt back on.

I could say the same, but not with her.

I was intrigued by the clumsy American I helped out the pool. I was intrigued by the fact she wanted to tell how much she enjoyed Steinbeck instead of letting me kiss her neck. How her favorite song by The Cure was Just Like Heaven instead of showing her what heaven really felt like.

It was a conversation unexpected, too new and not like the ones that barely had another and I speaking at all.

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With a headache as an accessory to my outfit. I leaned against the kitchen counter sipping my Black tea after walking Mary out, admiring the sun waltz across the white cabinets.

My thumper of a roommate, George came hopping down the wooden stairs. Ending in a goodbye and a door closing before he had made it into the kitchen we shared.

"Mornin'" he greeted, pouring himself a  glass of the tea and taking a seat at the table.

"Sounded like you had a good night." He spoke with a cheeky smile plastered to his face before he took a sip of his tea. Commenting on the soundtrack I was supplying with his room next to mine.

George has been my best friend since what's felt like since birth. When the good boy gone bad had taken over my nerdy boyish ways. He was in the bathroom when I cut calculus for a smoke. Being the first day that I learned how to roll a spliff. Being the day that I dragged him through the roadless world I walked.

I nodded slowly, never being one to kiss and tell unless it was worth the telling. George was a different story, he'd tell you every detail till you couldn't.

"Introducing the American the right way, that's my boy!" He remarked,

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, it wasn't Lucy." George looked at me surprised, "You remembered a girls name.. That's a first." He remarked, taking another sip of his tea.

That was true but Lucy wasn't some casual 'call me' that I never got back too. She wasn't another pretty face and she knew that.

George placed his mug into the sink, grabbing his keys off the table. "Need a lift?" He offered, his bartending job was on the way of university. I shrugged, placing my Ramones mug next to his and slipping over my messenger bag.

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Lucy's POV.

So far I was two lectures in and I enjoyed my professors, and the place was a lot less scarier than I had imagined.

Overall, the day being pretty good except for that essay due by next week and the exam coming up this Friday. Not making it the perfect 10 I was hoping for.

I became a girl gone mad, making sure that every note was jotted into my Evernote. Sometimes unconsciously jotting down the professors name. I wasn't going to start out the class with any less than an A.

Professor Stein walked around handing out a list of all the textbooks needed for his class, reminding us of all of the deadline in bold red lettering that we needed them by.

"Please, if you have any questions or concerns. Let me know. Have a good day everyone." He exited, all of us rising in unison and on our ways to next lectures.

For me I had an hour to spare, finding myself in the university cafe. Consuming my second... No fourth. No no, third coffee of the day that was sending me bouncing off the walls before I had settled at a table near a window. Pulling out my leather bound journal onto the wooden, industrial table in front of me.

It was coming to me, the experiences of today and things I was excited about. Running off the pen before it reached the paper and place them into words.

Time ran by, the three students that I had met earlier. Their raving about our classes together were nowhere in sight. I lit up my screen, fear rushing in. I was going to be late!

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I made it in the nick of time, shimmying myself up the aisle till I spotted a empty seat. Taking a seat and pulling out everything as fast as lightening rippled through gray skies. I was never one for being late, I was always extremely early.

"Welcome to Creative Writing" The professor introduced, standing so small at the bottom of lecture hall.  Beginning the welcome PowerPoint once all the seats were filled.

Professor Leone lost me when she talked about an overrated author, a book boring for the boring girl like I. I sighed to myself, already typing in the facts I knew before she flipped screens.

As I sat slightly slumped in my seat. My chin resting on my hand as I looked on, I felt a stare grazing the back of me. I turned scanning all the unfamiliar faces that were looking at the screen lighting up the room and none fasten on me. I shrugged it off, going back to Leone and waiting for the class to end.

Professor Leone handed out a stack of papers to each row, "Alright, please have all your textbooks by Friday!" Her voice clashing with the books and pens hitting the bottoms of backpacks.

I followed suit, placing everything back into my bag and closing my laptop. I went to turn on my heel, almost colliding into a chest. Tensing at the sight of the familiar tattoo reading 'Annie' peaking from their button down.

It was Matty.

"Blue." The wild wind picking up, twisting in my body as the nickname fell so easily from his mouth.

I looked up at him. "I thought you were in a band?" I recalled, he nodded. "I am. I'm studying audio engineering on the side." He furthered on. "But you were just in my creative writing class?"

He chuckled, shaking his head at my flood of questions. "Extra credit. Last minute." He replied, shooting a crooked smile. "But now I'm pretty glad it was my final choice."

This boy definitely knew how to add color to canvas, my cheeks turning a shade of crimson.

And how to lower my GPA.

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can you give me a list of labels?

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The Airhead

The Alcoholic

The Artist

The Artistic One

The Baby

The Band Nerd

The Ballerina

The Basketcase

The Bitch

The Bookworm

The Brainiac

The Cheerleader

The Class Clown

The Clever One

The Closet Genius

The Cynic

The Daddy’s Girl

The Dangerous One

The Delinquent

The Dictator

The Dork

The Drama Nerd

The Drama Queen

The Dreamer x 2

The Drummer

The Drug Dealer

The Emo

The Fake

The Fashionista

The Feisty One

The Freak

The Flirt

The Girl Next Door

The Gold Digger

The Good-for-Nothing

The Goodie-Goodie

The Gossip Queen / Gossip Girl

The Goth

The Guy/ Boy Next Door

The Gymnast

The Heartbreaker

The Hero

The Hipster

The Hottie

The Idiot

The Innocent One

The Jerk

The Jock

The Liar

The Lonely One

The Man Eater

The Manipulative One

The Musician

The Naive One

The Nerd

The Nice Guy

The Nobody

The Outcast

The Party Animal

The Photographer

The Player

The Prodigy

The Prom Queen

The Pushover

The Risk-Taker

The Runaway

The Rebel

The Realist

The Sarcastic One

The Sass Master

The Seductress

The Sex Addict

The Simple One

The Single Mother

The Single Dad / Father

The Skater Boy/Girl

The Slut

The Smart One

The Spoiled Brat

The Street Fighter

The Stoner

The Stuck Up One

The Tease

The Temptress

The Whore

The Womanizer

The Writer

The Young and The Reckless

The Activist

The Addict

The Adrenaline Junkie

The Adventurer

The Aesthete

The Aggressive One

The Altruistic one

The Alpha

The Architect

The Angel

The Animal Lover

The Atheist

The Athletic One / The Athlete

The Awkward One

The Beauty Guru

The Beauty Queen

The Bible Thumper

The Big Kid

The Black Hole

The Black Sheep

The Blogger

The Broken-Hearted

The Broken One

The Bombshell

The Born Leader

The Burn-Out

The Broken Hero

The Byronic Hero

The Certified Genius

The Chamelelon

The Charmer

The Cheater

The Closed Book

The Comedian

The Compulsive Liar

The Comic Book Nerd

The Conspiracy Theorist

The Contumacious

The Cosplayer

The Criminal

The Critic

The Curious Soul

The Cynical Romantic

The Dancer

The Dance Prodigy

The Drag Queen

The Damsel Out of Distress

The Darling

The Dauntless

The Deceitful

The Depressed one

The Devoted Christian

The Die-Hard Activist

The Diplomat

The Douchebag

The Dogmatist

The Dynamo

The Epicure

The Extrovert

The Fallen Angel

The Fatherly One

The Fan Girl/Boy

The Fighter

The Free Spirit

The Flaky One

The Flower Child

The Filmmaker

The Firecracker

The Fool

The Foster Kid

The Funny One

The Ego Maniac

The Enigma

The Gambler

The Gamer

The Gang Leader

The Gang Member

The Geek

The Gentleman

The Glamour Puss

The God Complex

The Golden Girl

The Good At Heart

The Good Guy/Girl Gone Bad

The Giver

The Green Monster

The Groupie

The Golden Boy

The Gullible One

The Halcyon

The Handsome One

The Health Freak/nut

The Hell-Raisers

The Hedonist

The Hidden Intellect 

The Hippie

The Hopeless Romantic

The Humanitarian

The Humble One

The Idealist

The Idle Rich

The Independent One

The Insecure One

The Inspirer

The Jackass

The Journalist

The Know-It-All

The Laid Back One

The Lazy One

The Lesbian

The Lone Wolf

The Loner

The Loose Cannon

The Little Shit

The Lucky One

The Lost Cause

The Lost One/Boy/Girl 

The Magnanimous

The Man Whore

The Masochist/Sadist

The Military Brat

The Minion

The Miracle Worker

The Mogul

The Mosher

The Motivator

The Motherly One

The Movie Buff

The MPDG

The Nature Lover

The Narcissist

The Neat Freak

The New Kid

The Nightshade

The Noble

The Oddball

The Optimist

The Opportunistic One

The Old Soul

The Organized One

The Outsider

The Overacheiver

The Passionate One

The Pastor’s Daughter

The People Pleaser

The Pessimist

The Perfectionist

The Playboy

The Playboy Bunny

The Poet

The Positive One

The Pothead

The Philanthropist

The Princess

The Prince Charming

The Prostitute

The Pure-Hearted One

The Psychopath

The Renegade

The Resplendent

The Resourceful One

The Reticent

The Ring Leader

The Robot

The Scientist

The Screw Up

The Selfless One

The Sensualist

The Shy One

The Skirt Chaser

The Singer

The Singer’s Son/Daughter

The Smart Aleck

The Smart Mouth

The Social Butterfly

The Socialite

The Sociopath

The Soldier

The Southern Belle

The Speed Demon

The Strong One

The Surfer

The Survivor

The Sweet One

The Sweetie

The Sweetheart

The Superstar

The Teacher’s Pet

The Technology-Savvy One

The Thief

The Time Bomb

The Tomboy

The Transexual

The Traveler

The Trickster

The Trouble One

The Trust-Fund Baby

The Trust Fund Nymphet

The Tsundere

The Quiet Storm

The Ugly Duckling

The Underestimated One

The Visionary

The Wannabe-Popular

The Wallflower

The Walking One Night Stand

The Wiz

The Wordsmith

The Workaholic

The Unlucky One

The Vacant Heart

The Valedictorian

The Vegan

The Vegetarian

The Virgin

The Vlogger

The Youtube Star

The 80’s Kid