#i find it funny how uncomfortable she was about me making a piss joke but then goes on and jokes about inflation 😭😭

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could you do a rafe imagine where reader is a pouge and she’s working at the country club as a server or as a bust gal and kelce says something about her but rafe secretly likes the reader and he defends her and gets pissed at his friends for talking bad about her or saying something degrading or ojectifyinfg about her and then the reader finds out rafe defended her from topper ?? Bc topper is secretly kind (apart from the fire tbh) and reader confronts rafe about why he defended her

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. sooo much fluff, degrading language towards women, a fight (kinda), out of character top/rafe, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. rafe has a crush on you and topper makes it his top priority to get you two together after you confess your feelings, too.

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You were exhausted at this time of day and you just wanted to go home and rest. Your eyes were heavy and your feet hurt from these stupid heels the club makes you wear. You had one last table before you could clock out; you could already feel the warm bath you were going to draw tonight.

Until you saw who you were serving; Kook royalty themselves. Rafe, Topper, Kelce and a few guys you don't recall the names of. You prepared yourself for the longest hour serving these boys.

You walked up to them, a big smile on your lips. If you were going to serve some snotty Kooks you might as well get a good tip. "Hey, um. I'm Y/N, and I'm your waiter for tonight. Can I get you started with any drinks?"

You handed out the menus and you could already feel their stares at your body and face, making you feel a tiny bit self conscious. In the corner of your eye you saw Kelce turn to one of the boys to whisper something and he immediately turned red before letting out a chuckle.

You saw Topper and Rafe make eye contact before Rafe rolled his eyes, making Topper sigh.

"Sure, for me, I don't know about the others though." Topper nodded politely as you smiled.

"Yeah, I'm super thirsty." One of the boys had commented as the whole table (minus Topper and Rafe) erupted in laughter. You were disgusted and honestly disappointed, I mean, how low could these jerks get?

Rafe cleared his throat and the whole table became quiet once again. "Me and Top are going to get some Old-Fashion's. I don't know about the others."

"Make that three more." Kelce added and you nodded politely, jotting it down quickly on the notepad.

"Okay, I will be right back with your drinks. Take a look at the menus, alright?" You walked away with another big smile and as you turned, it immediately dropped.

You didn't necessarily hate Kooks; well, not to the extent of JJ or Pope. You could honestly stand them; sure, they made you uncomfortably sometimes but at least at the end of it, you have a good tip.

"Take a look at those menus, more like take a look at that ass!" The boy had said and Kelce and other one let out another laugh. Rafe couldn't stand it.

The jokes weren't funny and were low blows, they were some of the worst jokes he'd heard in months. It was stupid. Rafe held in all his anger because he didn't want to cause a scene, especially here or in front of you.

He's been trying to make a move on you for months; giving extra tips, complimenting you, asking if you could help with the golf cart. And now all his hard was going down the drain because you're going to think he's shallow and idiotic because of his 'friends.'

The only person he actually liked right now was Topper and that's saying a lot. He felt bad for you as well. Rafe didn't really feel empathetic towards anyone but seeing you put on a fake smile and nod off the joke like it was nothing reminded him of someone.

"God what I would do to take her to bed." One of the boys sighed as the others agreed. Rafe bit his tongue as they continued.

"I'm sure she would," Kelce took a drink of his water. "If you tipped her enough."

"You're right, she's a Pogue. I'm sure she needs the money."

Rafe was disgusted. Is this really what they thought about? "Shut the fuck up, dude. That's not funny."

The table went quiet as the guy turned to Rafe. "What the fuck is your problem man, you've been in a bitch mood ever since we came in here. I mean, come on, it's a fucking joke."

"A joke? You call that a fucking joke?" Rafe started raising his voice. "You're the fucking joke here, dude. Who the fuck says that shit? Especially while she's literally over there."

Topper nodded. "Yeah, have some decency. Y/N's actually so sweet."

The two boys looked at each other before laughing. "Oh I see what's goin on here. You two are acting like you're all above this, above us, so she can see how gentleman-ly you are and let you tag team her, huh?"

"Not everything is about sex, dude. Maybe we actually think she's nice and a human being that deserves a little respect. She's, y'know, a living breathing human with thoughts in case you've forgot." Rafe was seeing red and he was about to throw a punch before Topper kicked his leg.

"What, dude? It's true." Rafe looked at Topper before he sighed.

"Let's just finish the drinks and then we can go, alright?" Topper was trying to calm things down and Rafe took a deep breath before nodding.

You had come back with all the drinks on a platter. You felt the shift in energy, it was a lot more tense now than it was. "Alright, have you guys figured out what you guys wanted to eat?"

You passed out the drinks.

"That would be it, can you uh, get the check please?" Rafe's voice was much softer and politer than usual and you nodded. You appreciated the manners; you don't see a lot of that in the country club.

"Okay, sure. I will be right back with the check." You smiled at him and his cheeks turned a little red as he turned away. Topper noticed this and was a little confused.

Rafe had never mentioned liking you in anyway. He was now wondering if he had just started liking you or if this was something that's been happening for a while now.

"Okay, Kelce, how much would you pay me if I went up to her and asked her out on a date?"

"Nothing, dude. You'll be getting the award, why would I have to pay?" Kelce responded, drinking a little of his drink.

Rafe flared his nostrils as he kept in his anger once again. He didn't want to blow up again, people were already staring.

"Dude, you won't do it." The other guy laughed. "You're a fuckin pussy."

"There's no way she'll say yes." Kelce added.

The other guy rolled his eyes, "How much do you wanna bet?"

Kelce laughed, "100$ easy, dude."

He laughed, "Okay, I'll be a 100$ richer."

"You're definitely going to lose that 100, man."

You came back and put the check down with a small smile. "Is that all boys?"

"Yes." Rafe quickly said, taking the check and putting his card in. The others exchanged looks. Before you could away, the boy had started to say something.

"Y/N, right?" He looked at your nametag then to your low V-cut shirt before looking back at your face. "I was wondering if you could let me take you out later this week, maybe... Saturday? I'm havin a big party, I'd just love for you to come."

Rafe was angry he felt like his eyes were going to bulge out of his eyelids as he stared daggers at the guy.

You stood there, a bit shocked. There were a few seconds before you could respond. "I would love to. But uh, I'm already dating someone."

"Really?" Topper looked confused, you'd never mentioned one. You glared down at him before smiling and nodding. Rafe felt like his world had come crashing down. You had a boyfriend?

"Yup, JJ. Two months!" You said dramatically. "Sorry... About that."

The guy looked pissed, turning away from you. "You weren't even that pretty anyway." He muttered.

Your eyes widened and immediately took that as your que to leave, walking away. "Okay.."

Rafe quickly got up after you, taking out his wallet and taking out a 20$, handing it to you.

Your eyes had widened at how much he was tipping. "Whoa, are you sure?"

"Very. My friends were douches to you and I apologize. I don't even know the other two dudes' names."

You laughed, the first real genuine laugh you've had all day. It was a like breathe of fresh air. "Me neither, but I can't take this, that's so much." You pushed away the money.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, you can." He put it in the pocket in your shirt before sighing. "Enjoy the rest of your night."

He walked away to the rest of his friends and you smiled at the nice gesture. Rafe, despite the opinion of your friends, was actually kinda sweet. I mean, he was sure as hell better than the rest of his friends (minus Topper).

"Dude, that took you long enough." You heard one of them groan.

"Shut up." You heard Rafe reply as you smiled to yourself. You immediately shook away the smile, sighing. Why was the Kook prince making you smile? Wow, you were in desperate need of a bath and a good meal, 8 hour shifts aren't your strong suit.

--

You were surprised and confused at Topper's words.

"Yeah, he was like, genuinely pissed. I've never seen him that mad and that's saying a lot."

Your eyebrows were furrowed, "Wait, wait. So he defended me?"

Topper looked at you like it was the most obvious thing of all. "That's what I've been saying for the last half an hour, have you been listening?"

You rolled your eyes at Topper's unnecessary sassiness, "Yes, Top, it's just been really hard to process."

"What's hard about it? Rafe has literally never had a soft spot for anyone except Wheeizie, like ever. And he's rich. He can spoil you and you're literally set for life-"

"Whoa, okay." You started laughing. "Let's not go that far. I am not marrying Rafe Cameron." ok girl...

"Okay but think about it." He smiled. "We could be like kinda related. If Sarah marries me... or if Rafe considers me a best friend, I could be like your brother-in-law."

You started laughing harder, "Sarah's not marrying you."

He didn't look too amused by that. "Okay, shut up, seriously. Rafe likes you."

The more you imagined his face and his smile, his dad outfits and the way he literally is an asshole to everyone except you, the more hot your face felt.

Topper smiled as he playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh. "He's cute."

"Cute? Don't call say that to his face, he'll get all flustered and then roll his eyes."

You already imagine his face, making you laugh a little harder. "Okay, okay. If... if I were to like him back, how would I approach him?"

Topper sighed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Okay, uh. Maybe just talk to him and flirt before he asks you out."

"That's so obvious-"

"He tipped you a 20 last night and you're worried you're making it obvious? Are you serious?"

You rolled your eyes. You reminded yourself to talk to Topper about his attitude problem later because it's getting a bit much. "Okay. Fine. I will."

--

Other than being a waitress at the country club, some days they put you on the Beverage Cart duty. It was probably because they were short in staff that day but honestly you didn't mind. You'd rather be out on the golf course then cooped up in the restaurant. You also get double the tips than you would inside.

Plus, you had a cute golf outfit on with the cute visor; you felt like a true Kook.

As you were going around, selling drinks, you saw Topper and Rafe. Of course they were going to the club today; it was nice Saturday afternoon. You face palmed yourself. You already knew what Topper was going to do.

Topper saw you as well, a smirk forming on his lips. "Rafe, uh. Remember Y/N?"

Rafe felt himself blush at the mention of you. He shook it off, nodding. "Uh, yeah. Doesn't she work here?"

"Yep. Also, I was uh, talkin to her the other day and she called you cute."

Rafe's mouth flew open as he whipped his head towards Topper. "What?"

Topper smiled. "Yeah, she called you cute. Like, really cute. She was blushing and shit."

Rafe smiled and he didn't even feel it. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, dude. And, oh! Speaking of the devil, there she is."

Rafe's eyes widened as he looked over at you and shook his head. "Oh, uh."

"I know you like her, man." Topper added as he looked to Rafe.

He shook his head. "No, I don't like her. I think she's cute."

Topper rolled his eyes. "And you blush around you, you stumble over your words, you tip her real good. You were practically on the floor kicking your feet in the air and blushing when I told you she said you were cute."

Rafe frowned at Topper's wording and before he could protest, he started pushing Rafe towards the cart. "Dude, hold on."

"Ask her out, man."

"Not now, dude, I've been plotting for months now, I can't just-"

"Dude, do you trust me?" Topper stopped and looked dead in the eyes.

"No." Rafe stated before Topper rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the fifty-th time that day.

"I don't care, now come on." He pushed Rafe towards the cart before grabbing the back of his collar, making him walk towards you. If this was any other situation, Rafe would've landed a punch to Top's jaw but he didn't wanna scare you off, so he kept his cool.

You stared the two as they approached the cart. They seemed too... normal. They were both smiling and you felt like they were plotting. You know for a fact that Topper is.

"Hey."

"Hi." They both said in union, making Rafe look back at Topper, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What can I get you two?" There was unnecessary awkwardness between the three of you as they both looked at each other.

"Two... sodas."

"Sodas?" You looked assumed. Were they 12?

Topper looked back at you. "Yes."

As you reached for the cooler, you heard Topper make an 'O' sound. You turned around.

"Oh shit. I forgot my wallet, I will be right back. Rafe, you stay here and get us the sodas, alright?"

Rafe looked back with his teeth gritted, a warning to Topper. "Topper."

He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He jogged away as you and Rafe made eye contact.

You knew that he knew what you had told Topper. And then, Rafe realized the same thing. He didn't know what Topper had told you but he just hopes it wasn't too embarrassing.

"Um. I never asked but um, what sodas do you want?"

"Ginger ale. I'm pretty Topper wants something girly like Diet Coke or something like that." Rafe mumbled the last part but you heard it. You let a horrendously loud laugh because you knew Topper would get a Diet Coke.

You suddenly felt embarrassed but it melted as you heard Rafe's small laugh as well. Butterflies filled your stomach as you heard him.

"Okay, then. One ginger ale and uh... a Diet Coke." You laughed a little after, making Rafe smile.

As you handed him the Ginger Ale, your hands touched and you felt like your face was on fire. You quickly pulled away.

"Hey, uh..." Rafe started. "Did Topper say anything about me?"

"In what way?"

"Um, I don't know... something involving you?" Rafe inquired as you smiled.

"Did he say anything to you about me?"

"Maybe." He dragged out the 'e' sound as you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"Topper may have mentioned a few things about you. But they weren't bad. They were actually a little... admiring to hear."

He went red as he looked down at his feet. "Topper just loves to run his mouth."

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah. He definitely loves to gossip."

He laughed at your wording. "He said some stuff about you, too. It was... admiring, too."

Your cheeks had begun to hurt from smiling this hard and it'd been only a couple minutes.

"Okay." Rafe sighed. "Are we talking about the same thing-"

"Yes, we are. I think."

Rafe was going to have to push all his pride and ego just this time. "I think that you're really pretty... and if you're not with JJ, I'd love to take you out on a date."

You had forget he heard that part. "I'm not with JJ."

"Okay, then what do you say?"

"Yes, Rafe." You smiled at him and he swore his heart did a little flip at the sound of that.

"Okay," he sounded breathless.

You then turned in your cart, looking for a piece of paper and your pen. You found one and then wrote down your number. You turned back and handed it to him. "Text me and then we can sort out the details, okay?"

"Yeah, for sure."

Topper finally walked back, wallet in hand, a big grin on his tanned face. He looked down at the paper in his hand and gave Rafe a proud pat on the back.

"Here's your Diet Coke," you held in your laugh as you gave the drink to Topper. Rafe smiled back at you as Topper opened it quickly and took a big gulp.

"Thank you. I knew you'd know my favorite drink, Y/N." He took out a 5 dollar bill and gave it to you before winking and you felt yourself cringe at Topper as you took the 5.

He and Rafe walked away and you stood there, your heart beating fast as you watched them walk away.

"What'd I say? Trust me, Rafe, I promise it'll work out and look, it worked out!"

"Yeah, for once, dude."

"Oh, shut up."

You heard their argument and laughed to yourself, getting back into your cart to drive to the next course.

[pumpkinsy0]

its me and my gfs anniversary so y dont i talk about curly and ponys anniversary!!!!

•ironically me and my gf got together on my moms bday and i think it would b funny if pony and curly got together in curly and angelas bday (theyre twins, duh)

•angela found that out and she was like “on MY birthday???”, curly had to hit her w the “OUR, birthday”

•speaking if ik curly rubs it in angelas face, it will never not piss angela off that curly has a better love life than her

��considering angel is also like the only one he goes to for relationship things, she inflates the anniversary that it needs to b something big and curlys just thinking “yea im not doing all that”

•i feel like they dont rlly count down the days till their anniversary, it kinda just pops up and theyre like “oh shit!!!”, time flies by w these two what can i say

•this would probably b such a milestone for curly, as many relationships as hes been in, its never lasted a year at LEAST, tbh same w pony but hes only rlly been in 1 relationship so maybe it doesnt count that much

•yes, they DO get each other small gifts, SMALL gifts, all jokes aside, neither of em r rlly into big romantic gestures, theyd b so uncomfortable w that

•half of their convo for the day is rlly just “hey, remember when_____”, very sentimental these two, they think its cool to see how far theyve come

•u wouldnt b able to find these guys for a good long while, they kinda just wanna b left alone, what were they doin????? its up to u, its curly and pony, they b doing anything together, all i will say is that they have a suuuppeeerrr secret hide out

•curly doesnt rlly notice, but he actually gets into lesser trouble around this time bc of the anniversary, hes kinda like “damn, this is life huh” and is chill, but dont b fooled he goes right back to being a dick the day after

•pony gets all in his feels sometimes and makes a poem about curly, neevvveerrrr shows em tho, never ever ever

[sonderessence]

stunna ... hobie x black reader

warnings / contains: language, blood, drinking, smoking.

synopsis: hobie would kill anyone in the world for you.

✞ NOW PLAYING: if looks could kill, destroy lonely

eight fourty-seven, the party

chapter 1, ghostface

... you were finally eighteen, & your best friend brianna had pulled you to a party that was being hosted by one of the guys at the college you went to.

college was stressful, life felt like shit, and nothing felt right. so, what a better way to live than go to your first party?

when your brianna brought up the idea, you were a bit skeptical at first because of the murders and kidnappings that were going on in your town, but she was somehow able to convince you to go.

you had worn a pretty short black dress that showed off your back and arms.

the loud music that blasted in the large home, followed by yelling and laughs filled your ears as you were being pulled by your best friend.

the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol filled your nose, looking around to see people making out and fighting, or just dancing like there was no tomorrow.

your friend pulled you to a guy who she apparently knew.

" heyyy! " she giggled, walking up to the guy. " hey bri, " a guy smiled, he looked like he was already piss drunk. " who's this fine woman? " he turned to you with a smirk, looking you up and down.

" y/n, jason, jason, y/n " brianna smiled.

" hey " you smiled softly. you were nervous about meeting people you didn't know, and adding the crowded space it made it even worse.

" y/n? " he raised an eyebrow " pretty name, you think you could make me scream it? " he joked, a joke you didn't find funny.

" haha... " you laughed awkwardly, looking down at the ground.

" jason! " brianna exclaimed, laughing as she playfully punched his arm.

" hey, " you tapped bri's arm " i'm gonna get us drinks, i'll- " " i'll come with you! " jason interrupted, smiling drunkly.

your eyes widened as you smiled awkwardly at him. " o-oh, it's fine. i- " " yeah! " bri exclaimed " you two can get to know each other more! "

" haha...yay... " you dragged out the word.

jason stood closely beside you as you two walked to the kitchen, two close for comfort, to close for your comfort.

he didn't notice how uncomfortable you were, but you could tell he took a liking to you. he flirted with you the whole night, touching you and trying to get close to you.

while he was drunk, he even tried kissing you, which in response you awkwardly pushed him away.

" why are you trying to get away from me? " jason smirked wickedly, walking up from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

" jason, " you said sternly " stop. "

" why mama? " he chuckled " you don't wanna have a good time? bri's budrunk lying. looked at bri who was two busy grinding on some random guy.

jason leaned in closer to you to whispered in your ear seductively. " why don't we go upstairs? "

" i...i'm gonna go to the bathroom. " you choked out, pushing drunk jason away from you.

you ran out the front door, inhaling the cool air as you sighed. you pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a puff. you sat on the edge of the railing when you heard the door open.

you turned around to see a unknown person in a ghost face mask. looking at the person in confusion, you called out a nervous " hello? " the person walked up to you and you could see how detailed their costume was.

" sorry if i scared ya, " the person said, they actually sounded like ghost face, which made even more creepier.

" just a bit " you smiled nervously " i like the cosplay "

" thanks " the person said, you could hear the happiness in their voice. " wha' 's your name, luv? " they asked.

" y/n " you smiled, your heart fluttering at the nickname you were given. " you? "

the person under the mask chuckled. " if i told you tha', you would know my iden'ity "

you nodded your head and laughed " your right, that's smart "

the person stood next to you, looking at you up and down. " wha' 'r you doin' out here?" they asked.

" just taking a breather " you sighed " it's hella crowded out there "

" tell me abou' it, " they chuckled softly, taking off their mask.

you looked up at them and noticed the smile they wore. " you have a nice smile " you smiled back back at them.

" thanks " they chuckled, you could hear their real voice when the mask was off.

" so, " you said " you gonna tell me your name now that i've seen your face? " you teased, raising an eyebrow. " hm...fine." they answered with a teasing smirk. " hobie "

" hobie, " you repeated " nice. "

... after some time of talking to hobie, you managed to warm up to him. " hey, " you looked up at him, noticing splatters of read on his costume. " what is that red stuff on your costume? you killed someone? " you joked with a smile.

his tone turned serious as he glared at you. " 'n if i di'? "

your heart dropped, staring wide-eyed at him. " w-what? "

" 'm jus' messin' wit' ya " he answered in a joking tone, chuckling at you.

you smiled back at him, rolling your eyes playfully. " i should get back to my group "

he nodded " same here, " he smiled. " it was nice talkin' to ya "

a/n: dont know if ima finish this 💀

©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works

[zalrb]

Anora (2024) Review

OK! Since a few anons have asked for an Anora review.

I'm still unsure of whether or not I liked the movie to be honest, but at the very least I could say I found it funny.

In terms of Ani and her character, I understand the people who think she was poorly written and I understand the people who think that she was given substance.

There are definitely choices made throughout to showcase how she's viewed and how she's treated and how she presents herself to make a living, like the fact that we don't really hear her speak during her week with Ivan, like you hear his friends speak, Crystal speaks more than Ani speaks during that week and it's because Ani's not there to speak, she's there to be The Horny Girlfriend, even when they toast her, she doesn't really say anything. Her Role is To Be Ornamental

and she's actually quite reserved compared to everyone else during these escapades, it's her job to present like she's having fun but she's quiet and she smiles at the appropriate times, but she doesn't make any remarks, she isn't really letting loose, she is not One of Them

and when she does speak, it's in her Customer Service Voice but there are moments where we see reflection and actually see discomfort with Ivan's behaviour and excess. Like when he gambles away however much money

or how awkward and uncomfortable she is when Klara is vacuuming around them

there are other things like Ani having a butterfly on her finger

Butterflies symbolize transformation, hope, freedom, good fortune, and these are things that she thinks she finally acquired with Ivan at the beginning of the movie, that he made her believe she acquired only to realize basically a big joke to him to piss off his mother by the end

and the viewer actually does see a transformation in Ani; it's just that it's not an overhaul of her personality, it's a peeling back of what her personality actually is, she isn't playing a Role during the quest to find Ivan, she's herself, this is how Ani actually speaks, this is how Ani actually carries herself

which we get glimpses of in the back room at HQ, her voice changes, her facial expressions change when she's actually communicating without a facade

At the end, she's referred to as a "night butterfly"

and a cursory look at Google (so it might not be right, I didn't do any real research on this) says that in Russian/Slavic folklore a night butterfly is a swamp spirit that "takes a form of a beautiful woman and then visits men in their dreams, torturing them with desire, and dragging life out of them", which again can show how Ani sees herself and how others, namely men, view her.

And there are things you could probably draw parallels with -- she wants her honeymoon to be at Disney World because it's been this dream since childhood, it's framed like it's been unattainable, compared to Ivan who has never had to grow up and is an overgrown, selfish, weak-willed boy.

So, there's all of that, which I believe adds complexity to the character, particularly because I don't think the other characters are more fleshed out than her or anything like that. At the same time, I can understand wanting more from Ani's writing, wanting a little more introspection from her, not necessarily wanting to see how she got to where she was, or more about her home life, but more about how she was convinced of Ivan's sincerity, I can understand that.

For me, the most I felt Sean Baker's maleness behind the camera is actually when Ani beats up Igor and Garnic because I find that male directors or writers do this a lot -- it's meant to be this kind of reversal of the damsel where the female character is this force and the ostensibly bigger, taller, physically stronger men around her are just so inept when it comes to overpowering her, it's kind of like Emma Watson in This is The End

or even that feral child in Barry

but it's usually done in a way that's clumsy to me and that's done for comedic effect like "haha, could you even imagine?" like the inherent tone of the sequence is that the scenario is just so bizarre and so the sequence ends up feeling either patronizing or (obviously not in the case of Barry) kind of like a fantasy/male gaze-y, which I think is also because the men aren't framed as actual threats, they just want to make her feel comfortable or they just have a job to do and it's this huge misunderstanding that we're meant to find funny because of the optics of what's going on.

So, I felt that with those scenes. At the same time, there were a lot of funny lines and great comedic deliveries throughout it.

Sean Baker always has great shots in his movies, my favourites were the ones at Coney Island

I think Mikey Madison was good in it, I think she switched between her persona and her personality quite well. I think she riffed with the others really well, the dynamics between all four of them were fun.

Anything else, you can send asks and we can discuss because this is already monstrously long :)

[donniesbabygirl28]

Bartender! Fem! Reader x Dallas Winston Blue version (Remake <3)

The sight was absolutely beautiful.

The sight of you, was beautiful.

He had been staring all night, how could have he not noticed your presence until now?

That was the question.

He sat on the stool, waiting patiently for his turn of pool, which he was playing with his buddy, Mark.

"Go talk to 'er," Mark said as he shot his ball, missing badly, cursing under his breath, another dollar out of his pocket as he was losing badly to the bet they had made.

"What are you on about?" The brunette questioned, shooting his ball in the pocket, acting like he was clueless.

Mark had groaned, not only at the fact that he was losing, but the fact that Dallas was acting oblivious to his feelings.

"That cute bartender you've drooling over all night, mind telling me when the wedding is?" He joked.

Dallas missed his second shot, as he was being distracted by Mark, and also his thoughts of you.

"Oh yeah, real funny. It doesn't matter because she definately would not even think to even look at me, let alone talk to me. And-"

"Hold on. I know I am not hearing Dallas Winston talk down about himself." He had cut him off, not believing the words coming out of his buddy's mouth.

Dallas just shrugged, setting his pool stick up against the wall, starting another round.

"Look, either you go over there a sweep her off her feet or I'll do it myself." Mark laughed, but Dallas didn't find it funny.

He smiled back at Mark, mockingly. He knew his buddy was just joking, but he still couldn't even stand the thought of someone else having you.

"Alright alright, I'll go." He slid out from in-between the pool table and the stool, getting nervous as he walked towards the bar.

'She's even prettier up close' , He thought before coming back to his senses.

"Hello, sir. What would you like? You asked him with such kindness, he could melt right where he was standing.

"Oh- uh..a beer is fine." He said, snapping out of his trance as he began to sit on the stool.

"Alright, would you like anything else-"

"Aye ba- baby. could I get another round?" A middle age man slurred, cutting you off and downing his probably 50th drink.

"Uhm, sure just let me finish up with this customer and I will be right with you." you smiled.

"Yeah yeah, hu- hurry up." He hiccupped.

"I'm going as fast as I can-"

"Excuse me, um you can take his, I don't need anything else and I can wait. I'm not in a hurry or anything." Dallas smiled sweetly.

you smiled in relief.

Dallas nodded as you handed the man another drink.

"Your drink, Sir." You smiled uncomfortably, walking around the counter, fearing that the drink would spill if your weren't careful, holding the man's drink out to him.

"Thank's sweet cheeks." He said, snatching the drink, smacking your ass harshly as he walked past you.

You felt like crying. Not only did it hurt, but you felt so violated.

To say Dally was pissed was an understatement.

"I'll be back, alright?" He said.

You nodded before making another drink, not for a customer, but for yourself.

You started to think he wasn't coming back.

But you looked up to see the same man from earlier, with Dallas following right behind him.

"I'm sorry." The man said, looking terrified.

"You're sorry what?" Dally had asked, grabbing his shoulder with a death grip.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am."

Dallas smiled, proud of himself.

"Good job buddy. Also the next time you try that on her, I'm gonna be there. And I'm gonna break your fucking face, understand?" He said, whispering the threat so you didn't hear.

But you did.

The man nodded and scurried off.

You smiled to yourself, thinking it was best not to ask about it.

Dallas wanted to ask for your number but didn't want you to get the wrong idea, after that happened.

But after a moment of silence, he decided to go for it.

"Would you mind if I got your number?" he asked, slowly regretting it.

"Anything for my knight in shining armor." You smiled, joking around before writing your number of a random piece of paper.

Dallas smiled at you lovingly, before turning to Mark, giving him a thumbs up.

"But you do know that we live right across the hall from each other though, right?" you asked, tearing off the piece of paper.

He smiled.

"I know, I just thought we could have each others number just because." He said, thinking he sounded stupid.

"You're real cute Dally." You laughed, handing him the piece of paper.

Dally smiled at the sweet compliment that escaped your lips.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You sat in bed at 11:24, thinking about Dallas and how sweet he was.

But gosh, the stories you heard did not fit the picture.

Your thoughts were cut off by your bedside telephone.

"Hello?" You answered, your sweet voice filling the line.

There was some shuffling in the background, before you heard a quiet and familiar voice.

"Hi, y/n." Dally answered.

"Oh hi Dally!" You exclaimed with excitement.

The way you said his name made his heart jump.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

You giggled.

"Well, I just got this new scary movie that's supposed to be good, or so I heard, and then I got this candy- I'm tearing that shit up as we speak." You said, chewing on your candy.

His laugh filled your phone speaker.

"You are such a chatter box." He stated, laughing some more.

"Oh my bad" You said, honestly thinking you were talking too much.

"No no, I like hearing you talk." He was sure you could feel him smiling through the phone.

"Oh, thanks. You have a nice voice too." You laughed, smiling to yourself.

"I know. Haha, anyway, what's the movie about?" He asked, actually interested in the topic of the film.

Your smile got bigger.

"So, it's about these this group of friends that get stuck in a house, for Halloween basically, and there is this creepy guy following them around- it just turns into a total blood bath."

"Sounds interesting."

You paused for a bit.

"..You wanna watch it with me?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah, my room or yours?" He asked, needing to know if he should tidy up a bit.

"Would you mind if we watching it in yours?" You asked, grabbing your movie.

"We can, see ya in a bit." He said, hanging up.

You grabbed your blankets and pillows, and grabbing the movie and some snacks and started walking towards his room.

You knocked on the door gently, hearing a thud before seeing the door open.

The room smelt like cologne, not in a bad way. It smelled really good.

You handed him the movie before sitting on the bed.

And sitting turned into laying, because it was really comfy.

"Oh my god, either I'm staying in here with you from now on, or we trading beds because this shit about to make me pass the fuck out." You said, laying under his covers.

He laughed before walking over to the bed and laying on it, waiting for the movie to start.

He lit a cigarette and laid back.

You laid back as well, not knowing what to do as the intro of the movie started to play.

He looked at you for a bit, not being able to look away.

"Ew! what does it look like that!?" You squealed as the movie portrayed a large bowl of old food that had gone bad.

you turned your head into Dally's chest, which made his heart flutter, making his stomach turn into a knot at the small amount of psychical contact.

The movie continued as the suspense escalated.

"Yeah she dead." Dallas laughed as the brunette tripped over her own two feet.

You laughed as well.

You might have just made the bestest friend you could ask for.

[thatcreepydoll]

no because i’m actually so sick of this “friend” of mine. we’re gonna call her jane.

so jane is being a b word to me because she literally is so fake and disrespectful to me like ever since she found out who i like she’s been making a point to try and go after him and steal him from me when he literally likes me too and it didn’t start happening until she found out. she will do it right in front of me too and i have receipts.

not to mention she’s so self centered like not everything is about you jane calm down. she’s so possessive too she doesn’t let me have other friends even tho i’m literally friends with everyone and she is like “oh no buttons is mine let me sit next to buttons” and she will like try and get me away from crowds of my friends and will stand uncomfortably close to me. she’s so touchy too which i hate because i let only my favorite people hugs me/touch me/stuff like that and she’s def not one of my favorite people.

NOT TO MENTION JANE LITERALLY HATES ME BECAUSE IM CHRISTIAN. LIKE DUDE IDC IF YOU DONT BELIEVE IN WHAT I BELIEVE IT DOESNT AFFECT ME UNTIL YOU START CRAP TALKING ME FOR IT AND BEING DISGUSTED BY ME BECAUSE I WEAR A CROSS ON MY NECK AND WHEN I TALK ABOUT RELIGION WHEN IM NOT FORCING IT ON YOU YOU BACK UP AND MAKING A FACE AND GO “ewww Jesus” LIKE DAWG THAT HURTS MY RELIGION IS EVERYTHING AND YOURE ACTING LIKE ITS A JOKE JOKES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY

and my crush is literally christian too so if she tries to get him it’s not gonna work when he finds out she hates christians and is disrespectful towards them.

and like no one else likes her too she’s too touchy and all she does is cross my boundaries and i already struggle with boundaries and communicating my feelings so yk i can never tell her how i feel or be like yo cut that out i always have to play it off like a joke or something but im this close to snapping at her she actually pissed me off she’s so fake and is toxic and i need her out of my life

snd for when pearce sees this because he knows jane irl jane is always carrying a book (typically smut) they have a keychain and wear a raven claw hoodie and are obsessed with hamilton.

[devilwearingdior]

Chapter 2 ~Classy Date~

18+!

This fic contains: Violence, Alcohol, Nicotine, Cursing, SA.

(And possibly smut in the future chapters.)

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains struggles and problems that might hit close to home… Don’t worry it won’t be all gloom and darkness though 😉

Ps. Not proof read yet.

August 22nd Wednesday, 1973

The next couple of days went quickly by without anything too eventful happening at the university, Amber introduced me to a couple of her friends which included a red head girl named Connie; Connie was friendly from the start and it was easy to get along with her, she liked to talk a lot about her family’s farm. It was clear she missed being there and she often was called out by the teachers during classes to pay attention as she clearly was in her own world watching outside through the class windows.

Me, Amber and Connie became a inseparable trio. We were enjoying the sun at the campus park after Wednesday’s classes , Connie had her eyes closed seemingly deep in her thoughts; Amber was going on about the biology homework and how she thought it was unfair for the teacher to give us so much to do right in the beginning of the school year. I was listening absentmindedly to her until I spot a group of jocks sporting their varsity jackets walking through the park heading towards us, I recognise some of the faces from the bar and notice that Kyle is there too of course he is, just my luck. Connie’s eyes flutter open as she hears the guys rowdy noice getting closer and Amber stops talking, clearly curious of what the group of jocks would want from us. The guys stop in front of us blocking the sun, Kyle has that same smirk on his face as he had back at the bar.

“I was wondering when I was going to see you again, mind if we just have a little chat?” Kyle spoke up looking at me, Amber and Connie look between me and Kyle; clearly confused at how we know each other. I don’t even have time to respond before Kyle continues.

“You know, that thing you did last Sunday was rude. I just wanted to get to know you better, and I thought you were having a fun time. But you just disappeared and left me alone? I mean, who does that?” He brushes his hand through his blonde perfectly styled hair and stares down at me waiting for an explanation.

“I didn’t want to get involved in between whatever was happening with you guys and the.. Sawyer kid, it seemed to get heated.” i reply calmly, it was the truth. The timing happened to just be perfect for me to get away from Kyle’s creepy advances. Kyle gives me a smug look and of the jocks speak up.

“That Sawyer kid? A freak” Kyle and the other guys, one who I now recognise to be Nate laugh at his comment. What is it with them and the Sawyer family? What had they ever done to these guys for them to hate them so much?

“Oh you don’t even know the half of it, let’s just say that we have some family business to take care of” Kyle continues with a smug tone in his voice, I notice Amber shuffle next to me uncomfortable it’s like she had the same feeling as me; whatever that sentence meant it was sure to bring trouble.

“We should burn their stinking ranch down” Nate comments getting a few agreeable pats on the back from the other jocks.

“Yeah! It would make a nice pile of ashes for us to piss on” Kyle replies while mimicking the act of taking a piss.

“And then you’d get sued for destroying private property and trespassing among other things.” Connie speaks up, her voice sounding strained like she didn’t find one bit funny what the jocks were saying. They now stopped laughing and goofing of, some of them throwing dirty looks at Connie, like she’d ruined a really funny joke.

“Whatever, I didn’t come here to talk about that shit hole, what I wanted was to ask if we could talk privately?” Kyle talks, his voice sounding slightly irritated while looking at me. Ah I really don’t want to talk to you privately.

“Fine” I reply and get up from the bench, I follow Kyle as he walks a bit further away; enough so that the others can’t hear us.

“I didn’t like the way you left last night, we had something going on. If it wouldn’t have been for that idiot I would’ve taken you to my dorm room.”

I let out an awkward chuckle, this guy was bold.

“You’ve got me mistaken, I’m not that type of girl”

“Sure you’re not Olivia, I still think you owe me something” Kyle responds with a smirk.

“Like what?”

“Like a date. You know you wouldn’t look too bad next to me” Kyle says with a cocky tone.

I roll my eyes at him, the blonde jock looks at me with raised eyebrows clearly expecting me to agree.

“Oh uh I—“ I’m starting to speak but Kyle interrupts me right right away.

“No reason to get all shy with me now, I like your looks. I think it would be fun to spend some time together” Kyle’s smirk continues to grow.

“Listen I’m flattered—“ I begin again but Kyle cuts me off again.

“It’s settled, I’ll pick you up at 8pm tomorrow then, okay?”

Flabbergasted I just nod without realising to what I’m agreeing to, his cockiness and confidence was astounding. Kyle looks satisfied as I don’t protest to his date suggestion and starts turning around, clearly done with our conversation. He begins to walk away back to his friends but turns around one more time.

“8pm tomorrow, don’t forget. And don’t be late, I don’t like being kept waiting” Kyle comments and with that he joins his friend group and they all stroll away towards the male dormitories. I walk back to a clearly confused looking Connie and Amber, before they can even open their mouths I sit back on the bench and sigh.

“Don’t even ask” I lean my head against my hands. Maybe I shouldn’t be so negative, it could turn out to be fun. Maybe.

Amber and Connie both look at me with raised eyebrows.

“No really tell us! What did he want?” Connie asks playfully, i smile at her and sigh.

“He asked me, or more like informed me that I’m going on a date with him tomorrow.” I reply, both of the girls look at each other amused.

“Oh really? Why do you seem so defeated about it though? Many girls would be over the moon of the face that they get to go on a date with Kyle Clark himself.” Amber replies while lightly rolling her eyes smiling.

“I don’t know he’s not really my type, he just seems so—“ I begin.

“Full of himself?” Amber replies.

“Arrogant?” Connie continues with a light laugh.

“Yeah, exactly!” I exclaim, Amber shakes her head and smiles at my reaction.

“Because he is. He’s sort of always been the ‘it’ boy; you know? He isn’t used to not getting what he wants.” Connie tells me with a matter of fact tone of voice, leaning back against the bench and closing her eyes again.

The rest of the day goes by fast, with all of the students seemingly wanting to take the first school day easy and just relax.

August 23rd Thursday, 1973.

The classes on Thursday went by too quickly to my liking, I still had mixed feelings about the whole dare night with Kyle. Connie and Amber had told me to cheer up and just go.

“If it’s shit then it’s just one night you know? And what if it’s fun? You’ll never know if you don’t go! And you need to tell us everything that happened when you come back” Amber had whispered to me during our draining maths class.

After my last class which was history that I hadn’t paid any attention to as my mind kept wandering back to Kyle and the night we first met, and the mysterious guy who had helped me out; I noticed myself getting more and more curious about the man. Why had Kyle and his friends been so hostile towards him? What made him such a freak in their eyes? It maybe wasn’t the perfect topic for a first date but my curiosity won the best of me and I decided that I was going to ask more from Kyle.

I was getting ready in mine and Amber’s room when both her and Connie burst in.

“Ooooh you’re getting ready!!” Amber squealed excitedly and clapped her hands together.

“Let us help you choose your date night outfit” She continued smiling broadly. I just rolled my eyes smiling at the two girls who sat themselves on Ambers bed.

The next 30 minutes went by with Connie and Amber, mostly Amber acting as judges as I change outfits trying on what would look best.

We end up with me choosing a floral pattern dress and a jean jacket with some boots, simple but girly.

“Do you know where he’s taking you?” Connie asked while laying down on the bed, and staring absentmindedly at the roof.

“No idea, he just told me to be ready by 8pm” I reply while fixing my hair.

I look at the clock on the wall. It’s 7.55 pm, I say bye to the girls and head out of the room: Making my way down the stairs of the dormitory hall I open the outside door and walk to the parking lot. I look around and spot Kyle walking towards me with a smug grin as he waves at me.

“Well, well how you doin’? You’re looking good” Kyle says as he reaches me and I notice his eyes scanning me up and down, I just give him a polite smile.

“I knew I did the right thing when I asked you out yesterday, c’mon I’ve chosen the perfect place for our date tonight” He continues giving me a flirtatious wink and starts walking, I catch up to his pace and we make our way to his car; I didn’t know what kind of car it was but it looked expensive. Kyle opened the passenger side door and motioned for me to get in.

“Ladies first.” I thank him and get in the car, it even smelled brand new. Kyle walks around his car and fixes his hair nonchalant as he gets in and turns the car on, the engine rumbling as we start to move.

“Do you like it? My dad bought it to me as a birthday gift Maserati Bora” Kyle informs me proudly, though his tone indicated that it wasn’t no big deal for him, like he had gotten used to these types of gifts.

“It is nice” i reply honestly, though I didn’t really care for cars that much. After a while of driving in silence listening to the radio playing some cheesy love song I speak up.

“Soo, where are we going?” I ask, Kyle glances at me as he drives and gives his signature smirk.

“Oh you’ll find out soon, you know.. You’re eyes are sure pretty” He replies while complimenting me, taking his eyes of the road a bit too much for my liking.

“Oh uh thank you” i reply awkwardly, we drive over a bridge further into town and soon park in front of a fancy looking restaurant.

“We’re here!” Kyle exclaims

“This is where we’ll be eating tonight, you know this is quite an expensive place. I don’t do this for just anyone” He smiles at me and gets out of the car, I had a funny feeling this wasn’t the first time he said this to his dates as he moved around the car once again to open the door for me; As he does so he extends his hand clearly expecting me to take it.

I let him guide me out of the car and straighten my dress, I look around and notice that everyone entering the restaurant were wearing their best outfits and felt slightly underdressed.

“It looks fancy” i reply and swallow hard, Kyle just shrugs his shoulders as he still holds my hand. Keeping a hold of me he starts walking to the restaurant and we head in, it indeed was a fancy restaurant. The workers there greeted us warmly and they seemed quiet familiar with Kyle, he seemed to be a regular to this place. One of the waitresses lead us to an empty table for two. Kyle pulls my chair back like a gentleman and waits for me to sit before he moves over to his seat, the waitress smiles clearly impressed by his actions towards me and gives our menus to us, she informs that she’ll be back soon to take our orders and walks away.

As I scan through the menu I see that the prices are high too and gulp.

“Uh we can split the bill if you want to” I say sheepishly, as I end my sentence I feel Kyle taking my hand in his and I look up at him.

“It’s not problem for me, I insist on paying” He says chuckling. I nod smiling but still feel a bit guilty about it. As if sensing my hesitation Kyle continues

“Seriously this is no big deal for me, don’t worry about it; order whatever you want. I mean it.” He says with an air of arrogance as he keeps an intense eye contact with me.

“Oh ok, thank you.” I say smiling at him, maybe I should give him another chance. He was acting like a perfect gentleman, the alcohol must’ve played it’s part in his behaviour in the bar when we first met.

Soon the waitress arrives and we give our orders to her, me and Kyle make some light talk about our interests and childhood. The typical first date talks, I learn quickly that football is a big part of Kyle’s life and that his parents strongly support him in his pursuit of dreams.

“I was thinking that after this we could go back to the campus and chill in my room; watch a movie or something?” Kyle suggests and takes a sip of his drink as he waits for my answer with raised eyebrows.

“Maybe, I’ll think about it” I reply vaguely, in to which he gives a nod.

“Ofcourse! We’ll see where this night takes us. Let’s just enjoy it for now.” He replies lightly, though I can hear a slight undertone of annoyance in his voice.

The waitress arrives in a perfect timing bringing us our food, a moment of silence falls between us as we start to eat. It was really delicious, I noticed that Kyle kept taking glances at me like he was thinking about saying something but kept it to himself. After a while I put my fork down and hesitatingly speak up.

“Kyle I meant to ask you something” I say, he looks up at me and stops eating too; nodding for me to continue whatever I wanted to say.

“Who are the Sawyer family? I remember you and your friends talking about them.” I ask waiting for his answer. Kyle’s expression changes from the smug smile to a form of annoyance, it seems like I caught him off guard with my question.

“… That family, people around here don’t really like to talk about them.” Kyle begins talking, the lightness and playfulness in his voice gone.

“They’re not well liked by most of the locals, and there’s plenty of rumours about those Sawyers out there” He finishes with a scoff.

“Oh why?” I ask getting more curious about this family. Kyle stays silent for a while before he speaks up again, anger in his voice.

“Those Sawyers are just some hillbilly bastards, we don’t like them in the community; they’re crazy. That whole damn family just needs to be gone from here. They’re not welcome at all.” Kyle says with a huff and takes a big gulp from his drink as if to calm down. I just nod and take in everything he’s saying, how could one family cause this much anger in a person was beyond me; even if they were strange as he said they still had every right to live in this town as anybody else. Before I can say anything Kyle continues.

“And that guy who ruined our night at the bar remember? Johnny Sawyer, some of the chicks here seem to love him: he just plays into that mysterious brooding image he has. Bunch of bullshit if you ask me” Kyle rolls his eyes as he talks about Johnny Sawyer. He seems like he has a personal problem with all the Sawyers, especially him; and he’s talking about them like they’re the scum of the earth. I sit there for for a while silent not sure what to say, I didn’t agree with how he spoke of the Sawyer family though I didn’t know them but so much hostility towards them just because he didn’t like them was unnecessary. Kyle takes a deep breath in and forces the familiar smirk on his face and changes the subject.

“Well this food is good isn’t it?” He asks while continuing to eat, his tone of voice lighter again.

“Yes it’s amazing! You did pick a great place to come to” i reply deciding to drop the subject as well. Kyle smiles back at me seemingly happy with my response.

“You know I’m really enjoying my night with you” Kyle says finishing his drink and looking at me with a smirk.

“Yeah it’s been nice, thank you for asking me. This place must be a hit with the ladies” i reply jokingly.

“Ah usually I don’t need to do all this, the girls love a football player, trust me.” Kyle chuckles while looking at me his head tilted slightly sideways as if he’s scanning me.

“But you seem a little… Different than the other girls that I’m used to. Not in a bad way of course” Kyle says adding the last part quickly. I look at him with an amused expression.

“In what way then?” I ask, not sure I wanted to really hear the answer.

Kyle let’s out a laugh and smiles at me.

“Girls usually just cling onto me and want me to attend parties with them, showing me off to their friends because I’m attractive.” He says confidently.

And cocky. I think to myself but keep a polite smile on my face.

“But I’m guessing you’re probably into more than just my looks” Kyle continues waiting for my answer. I finish the last bit of my food and nod.

“Yeah, I don’t have a habit of parading people around like show dogs, it’s fun to getting to know you though” I finally reply after swallowing my food. Kyle smiles at my reply and nods. We continue talking for a while until the waitress comes and asks if we want something else.

“I think we’re good. Just bring the check please” Kyle replies while smirking at the waitress, after a while she returns and Kyle pays for our food. I tried to offer to pay him back but he just waved me off, repeating that it was no problem to him. As we walk out of the restaurant Kyle seems to on purpose walk close enough to me so we end up brushing each other constantly as we move. It’s already getting dark out and it seems a whole lot quieter. We enter Kyle’s car as he repeats the same gentleman etiquette he did before, while driving back to the campus Kyle glances at me and sighs.

“Sooo… Have you thought about my proposition? Wanna come to my room and watch a movie or just hangout?” He asks while fixing his hair again.

“Honestly I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty tired. Maybe next time?” I reply while yawning, I truly was tired and on top of that I had a feeling that Kyle didn’t have in mind to just watch a movie with me.

“Don’t be like that, you can rest in my room.” Kyle says while nudging me playfully with his elbow while driving.

“Sorry, I really don’t think I’ll be much of an company anymore tonight” I say, noticing that Kyle’s jaw clenched with annoyance.

“Fine.” He replies shortly, the atmosphere gets awkward as neither of us speak anything else during the rest of the drive, and when I try to start a conversation he just shuts it down with short replies- or no reply. When we arrive at the campus parking lot Kyle just gets out of the car ignoring me; a part of me felt bad. I mean he had been really nice to me the entire night. I get out of the car and move over to where he’s standing leaning against the car.

“Uhm, well thank you for the night. It was nice” I say trying to talk to him once again. Kyle sighs and rolls his eyes turning to look at me but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, see you around I guess?” I continue with no response from Kyle and start to turn around until he grabs me by my arm stopping me.

“So I don’t even get a good nights kiss for everything I’ve done tonight?” Kyle says faking a pout. I look at him for a while in disbelief, this guy really was something. But I decide to lean in and give him a small kiss on the cheek and pull away; I start to walk towards the dormitory building.

“That’s it? Really?” I hear Kyle call after me.

“Goodnight Kyle!” I reply, turning to look at him while walking, he was still leaning against the car his arms now open wide like he was expecting more.

I enter the dormitory building and head straight to mine and Amber’s room, yawning again I look for my keys and open the door. Surprised I see Amber with Connie and a third girl who i didn’t recognise. She had dark brown long hair and pretty hazel coloured eyes.

“Olivia you’re back from your date! We were waiting for you! Oh and this is Maria!” Amber greets me happily, Connie and the new girl both smiling at me brightly.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Maria says smiling at me, standing up to shake my hand. It’s like she radiated warmth with her presence right away, i smile back at the girls.

“Nice to meet you too.”

Authors note: Chapter 2 out now yay! I’ll proof read it in a day or two so I apologise if there are some awkwardness in the text 😩 I hope you like it❤️ I promise there will be coming more of the characters you know (especially Johnny) in the upcoming chapters 😉!

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[ipoddymouth]

Wait bestie I want to know your thots on the matty healy being problematic thing he’s said a lot of weird/offensive stuff for sure but apparently some of that stuff is supposed to be satirical/ he’s an edge lord or whatever like the n*zi salute thing he did and it’s not a good thing to do no matter the context but I feel like it’s probably more harmful to call him a n*zi when he isn’t actually one it’s probably better to call that action antisemitic than a whole n*zi no?

wait gjargigjag you just basically summarized my thoughts but imma ramble more under the cut

i dont think matty is actually, truly, deep in his core racist or a n*zi (i'm also p sure he's given enough interviews explaining himself and his political ideologies bc he's annoying and never shuts the fuck up) BUT he also does say a bunch of shit on the side that doesn't help his case.

i think intent is a big issue in society in general bc it's like 'are you saying this shit to be funny? or are you saying this shit to be mean?' and people don't ask that question anymore. i remember when ariana dated pete and he made that joke about manchester and people were like 'he's disrespecting the dead!!' and, like, i can defs see where people are coming from for sure, and i can also see why he was like ???? in response to the backlash because his attention clearly wasnt to offend.

i will not lie and will fully admit that i am SENSITIVE lmao and there are some jokes in standup sets that i will straight up 😐 during bc i cannot separate the words from intent sometimes but im not going to say bill burr is a rape apologist or whatever because i sit and watch my silly lil 'offensive' robot chicken episodes without batting an eye. the problem with humor is that there will always be a faction that makes certain people uncomfortable. and that's okay!!!! not all of us (me included) need to watch cumtown or red scare because we will not find it funny!!! there's one drag queen who's yt videos my boyfriend cant watch bc he thinks she comes across mean even though i think the jokes hit!!!!

and to your second point i agreeeee like im black and grew up in a p white area so obviously people have said some SHIT to me, but that means you have to learn how to distinguish between someone being intentionally racist or someone being ignorant. i think matty says shit he thinks is funny because he's trying to be funny but the jokes themselves don't hit and just come across as....bizarre? rude??? multiple -ists???? but then he tries to explain himself and people (strangers to him) are either like 'fuck u this isnt sincere' or are just like 'but youre still wrong and horrible' and he just gets frustrated and deletes his socials in a lil baby fit gjlragjaglgj. and not to be a white apologist lmao BUT i kinda do understand why people turn to that 'anti-woke ideology' bc if every time i said something with poor phrasing and someone i didn't know called me a racist n*zi i'd probs go ape shit too.

there are real, actual n*zis like in real life who are actually trying to hurt people and people are pulling out all of their big gun ultra-bad labels for some scrawny boy band dude???? like what are we supposed to call the actual n*zis???????? like i l i t e r a l l y have seen a neo-n*zi rally down the street from my HOUSE and thats fucking TERRIFYING and they're just snatching up more people because of all of the culture wars bullshit

[but like to note im not saying that people need to be forgiving and understanding every time someone says something that pisses them off. some people need to be yelled at!!! they need to know they are wrong!!!! people should just be aware of the impact their words have. matty's words have made A LOT of people straight up hate him, but at the same time, some people have probably seen matty get called a n*zi and are now like 👀 bc the bar to being considered h*tler seems kinda low.]

anyway tl;dr racism is a spectrum, words have meaning, and we don't know these people. but if matty really is a racist and im wrong then i hope he chokes!!!

ALSO i am an adult and am not in the business of defending other adults so like im not gonna argue with someone if they think matty is racist. i am not doing dirty hit pr for FREE

[mothaltaccount]

Look at the tags before reading for warnings n shit

No images or nothin, and nothings described, it’s just a rant/vent

On second thought some is described, not in graphic detail, it’s just something Ik i wouldn’t want to read so like.. yeah keep that in mind (I’m ass at describing shit)

Are anyone else’s parents just fucking weird? Like mine have ti be properly stupid to not notice some shit

Like “oh, any time i bring up animal death my child gets visibly upset/uncomfortable, i should keep doing that!” Actually fuck off gods

An Like, i fully cannot bring that up with my dad because Ik he’ll borderline make fun of me for it because it’s somehow “childish” to be upset that somethings fucking dead??

Like me and our mother were downstairs looking at the birds at our bird feeder, cause there were juvenile blue tits and they’re really fucking cute, and i said about how tiny blue tits are, and she decides to recount one time where one flew into the window and fucking died, so she had to go pick it’s dead fucking body up out of a plant pot and throw it out

Why the fuck did you think that a) i wanted to know that? And b) that now is the time to recount that?

Like i was having fun, watching the cute lil birds figure out a bird bath, and you decide that nows the time to talk about one fucking dying? What the actual fuck is wrong with you??

Like well done? Now I’m just fucking sad, and pissed because you ruined my mood completely? Why are you so fucking inconsiderate? And i can’t talk to her about that now, because the last time i was upset about something she did, she dragged me out of my room to yell at me, and then guilt trip me, and then rat on me to the father who was then loudly invalidating how i felt

Shocker! Your autistic kid doesn’t wanna come home after a stressful day to find shit in there room has been moved about

It’s almost as though it’s a well known sign of autism, not handling change well

Wow! Your autistic kid is autistic! Who could’ve possibly seen that coming!

And our dad, why the fuck does he feel the need to tell me about roadkill? You’re driving me to the bus station so i can go to school and sit my English gcse, i dont need to know that something mangled in the middle of the road, and you know what’ll really help your kid now that you’ve realised that’s upset them? Tell them about the death of a stranger who had a horrific accident while skydiving! That’ll really fix it! And now that your kid is trying not to cry the morning of their fucking English gcse, now’s the time to ignore the situation entirely!

Great fucking parenting

I’m trying so hard not to name them bc i don’t want people knowing this is me unless they are our parents (which they won’t be bc neither of them use this site)

Like he’s done this when we were a kid too

When we’re on holiday, i dont need to know how many poor fucking creatures have died at the side of the road?

When your driving me to my friends house (while we were still in primary school btw. We were at most 10), you should absolutely describe the exact position their favourite bird is lying dead in on the road (I’m not exaggerating in the slightest btw/srs), and then when you pick them up and you decide to go out for dinner, you should point out that their favourite bird is on the menu, and joke about getting it, and not fucking shut up about it because you think you’re so fucking funny borderline bullying your child

I cant fucking wait to be out of this house some days

[genericartist27]

OMG THANK YOU!!! Your drawing is hilarious! I don't like his suit either, wish he had more Steampunk in his design. Also YOU ARE RIGHT HE GOT DONE DIRTY IN THE SHOW, I will admit he was the funniest character (his expressions and jokes just appeal to my taste in humour of wacky faces. Through I want to clarify that the joke were he gets dragged into a s3x room was not funny and kind of made me feel uncomfortable and peeved since the show JUST HAD A EPISODE TWO EPISODES AGO WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT HOW THAT STUFF ISN'T FUNNY AND SHOULD BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.) but it kind of feels like they took it too far and forgot to give him any backstory or depth, we don't even know what he did to get in Hell and that pisses me off. We should've either waited until later for anyone to be redeemed, or just killed Husk instead because one we know I bit more about him, and two his wings look very angelic so that could've been cool... Also that could make some great Sir Pentious and Angel Dust Angst because I love that juicy stuff.

Also yeah I don't like CherriSnake either, It just feels so plain and nothing to me (maybe it's because I gravitate towards homosexual ships rather than heterosexual ships), but I've seen the leaked story concepts and I kind of like Rosie X Sir Pentious better because I feel that's a cuter ship idea. SirDust is also so much better than CherriSnake since I feel like in that at least in the Pilot that both Angel and Sir Pentious put on masks to hide their true selves, so I feel like it would've been cute to see them help each other work through their issues and be their true selves around each other. Also since they're the patrons it kind of makes sense that they would help each other through things since they would be around each other a lot. Also the concept of Cherri Bomb getting pissed at Sir Pentious when she finds out he's in love with her best friend but then becoming the wingman for their relationship/becoming the No.1 SirDust shipper is a lot more funny then Cherri falling in love with Sir Pentious. Not to mention the absolute gold that would be either both Angel Dust and Sir Pentious or one of them (my vote is Sir Pentious) realising they're in love with the other and having a Shinji chair pose five stages of grief moment about it, especially the Concept of Sir Pentious having a 'OH SH*T I'M IN LOVE WITH MY RIVAL'S BEST FRIEND SHE IS GOING TO KILL ME' moment or Angel Dust having a 'OH CRAP I'M LOVE WITH MY FRIEND ARCH RIVAL WHAT DO I DO?' moment. I would pay money just to see that scene alone. Also one more thing because I just keep being reminded to stuff as I'm writing this F*CK is the fact that their both LGBTQIA+ people who both lived in times where LGBTQIA+ where not accepted, so it could be fun seeing them help each other with those struggles of some potential self hatred (or Angel Dust being comfortable with his sexuality and Sir Pentious struggling with self hatred and Angel Dust helping him with that).

Anyway that it think (I'll edit this if anything comes up in my mind), sorry for the long comment, I just like to type stuff when I reblog, normally it's either a reaction or a ramble, sadly you have to deal with a ramble lol. Thank you for answering my comment, I appreciate whenever it happens!

What's your opinion on Sir Pentious? How's his redesign going? (if you haven't got one that's ok).

Sir pentious is.... it's a dark time

I feel that his design isn't. Okay I enjoy the yellow on him, it stands out and reflects how he's brighter than a lot of other sinners. But I HATEEEE the stripes, and the eyes on his snake part, and just how he's treated throughout the show. He doesn't stand out from himself and that makes it hard to tell where his limbs are, what way he's facing, etc not even COUNTING how cluttered he is

I don't like the cherri bomb ship either, I always hoped they'd have more of a father daughter relationship so that annoyed me, and also I don't feel like he earned his redemption as much as he could've yk

[lxclerc]

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐝𝐫𝟑

SUMMARY: in which daniel is terrified the whirlwind of his world would make you leave him. REQUEST: from anon: “Angry!daniel cause ever since y/n and him went public, paps won't leave her alone and she feels overwhelmed so he gets pissed and goes off on them”  WARNING: invasive paps, hints of anxiety PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k

NOTE: i actually genuinely hate this haha definitely not my best writing

MASTERLIST

I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best. But the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me. Is it enough if I never give you peace?

The first time you got sent hate after going public with Daniel, you laughed it off as you showed it to your boyfriend, finding the entire concept of someone going out of their way and taking time out of their day and putting in effort just to send such brainless comments about someone they’ve never talked to. 

“My first hate comment,” you joke, placing your head against his shoulder. “Does this mean I’ve made it?”

But Daniel doesn’t seem to find it as funny as his arms wrapped around you, a frown on his face as he gently took the phone from you, already making a mental note of the usernames. “I can speak up about this. Maybe lessen it a little.”

Your laugh cuts off when you realize he’s genuinely upset and so you take your phone back, putting it down as you place your chin against his chest, looking up at him to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to, Dan. It’s just a bunch of jealous idiots hiding behind their screens and it means nothing to me. I know what I signed up for when I started dating you.”

Daniel says nothing else, only pulling you closer to him as he meets your lips in a soft kiss, making you smile thinking that was it but still, Daniel couldn’t help the sudden sinking in his stomach. He hates the fact that you’ve accepted that loving him comes with dealing with hate and he can’t help but wonder how long you can take it till you decide it’s enough, making fear rise in his chest. 

—

The first time you appeared in the Paddock, the whirlwind of photographers and fans alike crowding around you and your boyfriend had you holding on to Daniel’s hand a little tighter, letting him pull you towards him in a subtle way to shield you from the cameras and the prying eyes, a crease appearing in his forehead.

Still, you only smile at him, trying to ignore the crawling in your skin as you give him a reassuring squeeze, not wanting to worry him before a race because of a silly little thing.

However, everyone can see that the public’s interest with you seems to be different from their interest from the other wives and girlfriends. Perhaps it’s because of your bubbly persona or the way Daniel seems so madly in love with you but they took special interest in everything you do, your follower count skyrocketing from a few hundreds consisting of friends to millions in a matter of days. 

“Y/N!” An interviewer called, saying your name as though you’re close friends rather than complete strangers as he all but shoves his mic to your face, making you stumble back a little till Daniel wrapped an arm around your waist to stabilize you. “How do you think Daniel will do this qualifying?” 

Daniel was about to speak, probably to make some excuse that would save you from the intruding interviewer but you only give him a nervous smile, not wanting to cause a scene or make yourself seem snobbish that would in turn reflect on your boyfriend.

And so you answer with as much grace as you can manage, trying to school your features into a smile that you hoped doesn’t look as uncomfortable as it feels. “To be honest with you, I’m still not quite sure how the sport works but one thing is for sure, however Dan performs, I’ll be cheering for him.”

And with that, Daniel is steering you away before anyone can ask anything else, not wanting to overwhelm you the first time that you come to a race to support him. 

“That was weird,” you mutter once you’re far enough away from the group of people, the McLaren motorhome becoming visible as the pit of fear in his returns.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, hand holding yours unknowingly becoming tighter. “They can be invasive. I should have told you.”

You’re quick to spot the immediate worry appearing in his voice along with the crease in his eyebrows and so you make sure to give him a smile, planting a kiss on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Dan. It isn’t your fault and I don’t mind answering a few questions.”

—

Still, the media’s fascination with you only seems to grow. You’re not entirely sure either for what reason but it only seems to get worse as the entire issue with McLaren reaches the media. You’ve been busy mostly getting Daniel’s mind out of it as the two of you went camping with a few friends, deciding on a no phones allowed week filled with just each other.

The moment you come back though, everything seems to fall over. You aren’t like the usual models like the other WAGs are. You actually do have a boring desk job and an irritating boss and live pretty much a normal life. 

Of course up until you came in for work and a hoard of people with cameras came at you.

“Y/N, did you know about Daniel leaving McLaren?”

“Has Daniel told you about his future?” 

“What do you have to say about McLaren sacking Ricciardo in exchange for Piastri?” 

You can feel your chest getting tighter as you fight through the hoard to get back to your car, wanting nothing more than to get away from the invasive questions. Once your doors are locked and you’re back in the safety of your car, you immediately dial Daniel’s number, hands slightly shaking as cameras continue to go off outside.

“Dan?” Your voice is shaking too, you realize as you take deep breaths.

“Honey?” He asks and you can still hear the sleep lacing his voice. “I thought you’re at work.”

“I was,” you say, suddenly thanking everything that your car is tinted and no one can look inside from the outside. “There are paparazzis here and photographers. They were asking questions about you and I’m just–” You cut yourself off, unable to continue as your voice shakes again. “There’s a few of them surrounding my car.”

“What? Fuck.” Daniel suddenly sounds aware as you hear shuffling from his side as he gets out from the comfort of your shared bed. “I’ll come pick you up. Where are you?”

“No, no,” you say immediately. “I’ll drive home. I just wanted to let you know. They were asking me about McLaren and stuff and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.” 

“Who cares about that?” He sounds angry but you know it isn’t you he’s angry with. “I’ll run them all over.”

“Just stay there,” you tell him, already starting your car. “I’m on my way home.”

You hear him sigh and you know he wants to fight back again, wanting to be the one to pick you up and make sure you’re safe but he also knows there’s no way you’ll agree and so he can only nod his head despite the fact that you can’t see him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for this, baby.” 

“It’s fine,” you’re quick to say even though you both know it isn’t. “It’s not your fault, Dan.”

“Still,” he insisted. “They’re bothering you because of me.”

You sigh, not knowing what else to say and you sound so tired that it breaks Daniel’s heart. Are you tired of it? Tired of dealing with everything that comes with him? Are you tired of him?

“We’ll talk when I get home,” you say instead.

— 

“Daniel Ricciardo caught punching photographer.”

You sigh as Michael read the words, hand on Daniel’s wrist as you cleaned his wound gently. After a good night in celebration of his p5 finish in Singapore, the last thing you’d expected was this. A dinner date that was going inexplicably well as you and Daniel giggled over glasses of wine, hands entwined on the table. It was almost perfect if it weren’t for the sudden appearance of a couple of men with cameras blocking your paths as you move to go back to your hotel.

Daniel had you behind him, doing his best to shield you away from the prying questions but it was getting harder and harder as the few men became a horde after fans just passing by recognized him. He was trying his best to keep you behind him, arms wrapped around you in an attempt to put a barrier between you and the people you didn’t know.

His plan was to get you safely in the car then maybe he’d come back out to sign some stuff and get pictures, not wanting to completely ignore his supporters. However, that all flew out the window the moment one of the photographers wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling you back and making you yelp as you almost fell if it weren’t for your boyfriend’s arm around you.

“Hey, man, let her go.” The restrained anger is clear in Daniel’s as he glared at the man still holding on to your arm.

But the man seemed to have heard nothing as he turned to you. “Y/N, I just have a few questions–”

But the photographer was unable to finish his sentence with Daniel’s fist colliding with his face. He’s never been one to result to violence but all he can seem to see is red as the man kept pulling at your wrist and before he knew it, he was pulling his arm back for a punch. 

“I told you to let go of my girlfriend, you fucker,” he spat out at the photographer now on the floor. 

Daniel seems ready to throw another punch but you’re quick to pull him away by his arm, the two of you barely escaping the clicks of cameras and videos that you’re sure is already trending on twitter.

And so here you were, in his hotel room as you cleaned his bloody knuckles, Michael standing over the two of them as he read the headlines. 

“McLaren marketing will handle it,” Daniel says and you know he’s still angry. “At least they’re useful for something.”

You couldn’t help but sigh again as you offer Michael a smile. “We’ll talk to you tomorrow, Mike.”

The trainer thankfully took the hint, nodding as he leaves the two of you by yourselves. For a moment it’s quiet as you entwine your hand with Daniel’s, placing it on your lap. You rest your head against his shoulder as you allow the silence to comfort the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “We were having such a great night.”

You smile softly at him, moving your head so your chin is on his shoulder. “It was still a good night, Dan.”

“I don’t know how you can keep doing it, stay with me and have your privacy be regularly violated.”

Is it okay if I never give you peace?

“Because I love you.” There’s no hesitance in your voice as you say it. “Being with you and watching you do what you love makes it all worth it.”

“For how long?” There’s genuine fear in Daniel’s voice as he asked it, finally voicing out thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for months.

But you only smile that reassured smile of yours at him, seemingly so sure of your answer. “For as long as you want me.”

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[hanasnx]

Jealous ani has me going feRAL + thinking about if the roles were uni reversed lolz

Like at first he’d be confused as to why you wouldn’t reciprocate his affection after that one event and you’d make a grumpy comment about that one girl that made it very clear, how attractive she found him. He wouldn’t even really have registered her as you’d be the one and only he’d ever think of in that way (we love a loyal man). However all of a sudden it would click and ani would be like ‘oh!’ … ‘oh??’ and would let out a surprised laugh followed by a self satisfied/cocky grin. “How silly of you to even think that way” he’d say with a slightly condescending (but in a smexy way) tone. He’d tower over you and let his cold mechanic hand graze slightly over your lips and then put his thumb and index under you chin, guiding your embarrassed gaze to meet his sultry and all consuming one. “Just like you’re mine completely, I am yours, and although I think you’re very hot like this, I better remind you” “Can’t believe you’re enjoying this,” you’d half heartily huff.” “Can you blame me??” For once the roles being reversed. You’d want to utter a response but his lips would be on yours, needy and urgent, making everything else seem irrelevant. You’d tug on his hair, earning a surprised groan, needing him as close as humanly possible and he was more than happy to comply (Pls Bear with me, English is not my first language)

anon ur so right anakin is a loyal man to a fault. even at the times u didnt expect him to be loyal (like when the two of u were first going out) he would still be completely faithful.

i feel like anakin is demisexual like he can only like and find someone sexually appealing if he knows them. sometimes u forget that fact. that, paired with the way that woman not only shamelessly hit on anakin in front of you but undermined you while she did it. it was so subtle, anakin was clueless to it.

he would revel in this situation. because youre not easily jealous, she just happened to press the right buttons.

and the fact that anakin, as polite as he is in some social situation, played into her little game without realizing it. you were pissed off.

☥ she grabbed hold of his arm when he made her laugh— at a joke that was probably only funny if u wanted to sit on his face— and she was like “oh! general skywalker, you’re so big,” and squeeze “do you work out? what am i saying-? of course you do!” he would politely pull his bicep from her reach, and she wouldn’t notice he was uncomfortable

☥ “oh this war,” she muttered in disdain. turn it around on him, “do you have any time for yourself?”

anakin glanced at you. “oh, you know, we do alright.”

the woman, without looking at you and without missing a beat, “i’d make time for you.”

☥ you were in the middle of a sentence, and she interrupted you, “general skywalker, do you have any stories from your time on the battlefield?” her hand came to trace over the back of his metal hand— but since he doesnt have any fycking feeling in it he doesnt even notice— “i’m just dying to know!” you rolled your eyes

☥ you didn’t mean to get as worked up as you did. truly, you were usually so impartial. but she didn’t even acknowledge you. pretended you werent there. unless it was to make some sort of pass at you. and anakin? he just stood there! let it all happen! like he didnt even know what was going on. how could he not when that woman was being so obvious? (he had no idea)

in an effort to keep the peace, you held your tongue. inhaling through your flared nostrils.

“come now, my love, i’m ready to go home,” anakin stretched in his seat in the cruiser. when he leaned over to steal a kiss from you before he began the trip home, you inclined away. puzzled, he furrowed his eyebrows. “something the matter?”

“no, i’m fine.”

he tilted his head at you. “you can’t lie to me.”

“can we just go home? please? i don’t feel like being touched right now.”

☥ at home, you were silent. throwing off your clothes to change into clean ones. tossing whatever you could. slamming doors as you rushed through things. “you wanna tell me what’s really going on?”

“nothing! i’m fine.”

“you say that, but you’re doing all the things you do when you’re pissed off.”

“fine. fine! i am pissed. wanna tell me what you were doing letting that woman touch you?”

“the drunk one?” he was taken aback. he hadnt registered anything hideously inappropriate. besides his discomfort that he didnt voice in order to not make the woman uncomfortable.

“intoxicated or not, anakin, she was all over you and you were just eating it up!”

☥ that whole thing of “oh!… oh?” is so HIM kdjfkljs. “oh yeah?”

“yeah!”

“if i didn’t know any better, princess, i’d say you were a little envious.”

“that’s preposterous.”

that glint in his eyes would be so challenging.

☥ “tell me who i belong to,” he whispered, stars in his eyes as he pleasured you on his fingers. “tell me, my love.”

“me,” you choked out as he curled his digits against that perfect spot inside of you. “you belong to me,”

“that’s right. i’ve given myself to you completely,”

“well then don’t let other women touch you so carelessly.”

he snickered.

[rozcdust]

She’s so mean

Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 900ish

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, violence and substance abuse down the line, jokes about suicide, the reader is tired

Synopsis: Koko thinks she’s the best thing ever. She wants to put a boot through his teeth.

pt. 1 | next

Honestly, your night could not have gone worse.

You were already pissed to start with, your college professor decided to dump a huge project with an unreasonably close deadline on your lap, you barely got any sleep because one of your coworkers at the gas station decided to quit, making you the only one working the night shift, and to top it all off, you spilled vodka on your bartending uniform, so you had to borrow your coworker’s, too small, unreasonably uncomfortable one, making you want to scream.

And then that blond fucker decided to make everything worse.

“Y/n, give me two Jacks on the rocks and a daiquiri, please. And listen, you have to hear this!”

Pouring the white rum in the mixer, you looked up at your coworker, raising an eyebrow as you shook the cocktail.

“That guy is asking about you! The one with white hair!” Subtly trying to point to one of the tables she was serving, and utterly failing, she giggled as your eyes followed her finger.

Letting out a groan, you set the shaker down, grabbing a glass.

“Miya, tell me you told him nothing about me.”

Her face turned red

.

“…What’d you tell him?”

“Just your name… And that you’re single…” She looked anywhere but you, fidgeting her thumbs.

“Goddamit,” Sighing, you handed her the now finished cocktail, now getting the ice and the bottle of Jack, “Is that for him?”

“The daiquiri is.”

“Excellent,” Grabbing a piece of paper, you scribbled down a note, putting it on her tray, “Give it to him.”

Giving you a cautious look, she shook her head, but did as you asked.

Miya was honestly very sweet, never failing to make your shifts at least a bit better, but sometimes, you wanted to throttle her.

You couldn’t judge her though. She had best intentions, even if she did persistently ignore your remarks about not wanting to know if some of the restaurant’s clientele was asking about ‘the hot bartender’, a surprisingly common occurrence that made you die a little bit on the inside each night.

The last thing you wanted was some creepy old man thinking they could pull out their wallet and make you swoon, or some idiot your age bragging with daddy’s and mommy’s money.

Laughing about something with the blondie and the two men who were with him, Miya bowed politely and made her way over to you.

Sitting down at one of the bar chairs, she leaned on the bar, holding her face in her palm.

“Don’t know what you wrote down, but he seemed to find it funny. You know, he’s really rich? Like, filthy rich. No one is even sure how rich he actually is.”

“Cool, that’s disgusting, I don’t care.”

“And he’s a desired bachelor! Everyone wants him, just look at him! He’s so hot.” Now longingly looking at the table, she sighed.

“The fact you called him a bachelor makes me think he’s 40.”

“Oh come on y/n, he’s like, 4 years older than us! 5, tops.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

As another server came up to your bar to ask for drinks, she glared at you, crossing her arms.

“You’re hopeless, you know, he could help you pay for your tuition! So you wouldn’t have to work tw-“

“The day I let a man pay for anything for me is the day I will go down to Ginza and hang myself in the middle of the square.”

“Y/n-“

“Blondie’s table is calling you.”

Turning around to look at them, she hopped off the bar chair, straightening out her uniform.

“We’ll talk about this.”

“No, the fuck we won’t!” You called out to her, politely smiling and waving at the elderly couple sitting closest to the bar, who both gave you a scandalized look, “More wine? On the house, of course.”

“This is for you, and oh, would you please give this as a tip to the bartender? The drinks were excellent.” Ran smirked, handing the waitress two 10 thousand yen bills.

Turning a bright red, the waitress shook her head, trying to give them back.

“Sir, we do not accept tips here, restaurant policy, so plea-“

“Nonsense. The service was excellent.” This time, Kokonoi spoke, smiling politely.

“And give her this,” Scribbling down a number on a piece of paper, Sanzu threw it on the tray, lazily leaning back on his chair, “Blondie’s number.”

“Sir, I don’t think-“

“It’s fine.” Kokonoi waved his hand, shooing her off.

Bowing slightly, she almost skipped to the bar, a grin on her face.

Ran raised an eyebrow at Sanzu.

“Kokonoi’s number? Seriously?”

“The dude needs to get laid.”

Kokonoi rolled his eyes, taking one last sip of his drink.

“She’s not interested.”

“Oh, we know, the note said it all,” Sanzu laughed, leaning back on his chair, “Can’t believe you got rejected, dude.”

Ran sighed a sigh of fake sympathy.

“Truly tragic. She seems good with her hands.”

“Stop being gross for 30 seconds Ran, I beg of you.”

“Keep begging Koko, it suits you.”

Glancing at the bartender, he found her looking in their direction.

The fake smile she had spread across her face vanished, as she ripped the paper with Kokonoi’s number on it, staring him dead in the eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, a chuckle escaping him.

Glancing once again at the note she sent him, he couldn’t help but smile a bit.

‘Choke.’

How charming.

a/n: huge thanks to lovely @spookydraken for making the header 🤧💖💖

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[aroaceconfessions]

Rant/vent warning??

So I’m biromantic (I think, I just like people but I haven’t experienced any romantic feelings for enby’s before) asexual and I’m also sex-repulsed.

Something that I’ve been thinking a lot is the time I went over to own of my friends house to hang out and watch series with her and it was a few days after she visited her girlfriend (who lives near the border of the country). She was really excited and told me about how they started making out and how she got a hickey and also showed me it.

It wasn’t really that much in detail but it went on for quite a while and she kept saying things like “bro I don’t think I’ve arched my back that hard before” and I started to get uncomfortable. Mainly because I didn’t know what to do or what to say but I used to think that I felt uncomfortable because I had a crush on her and didn’t like the idea of her getting a girlfriend (which in turn makes me feel like an unsupportive asshole). I spent a few weeks thinking I was just jealous and that that was why the convo kept bothering me.

Another thing I’ve been thinking about is how my friends deal with it. I’ve been out as asexual for quite a while now but I often gush about how hot people are and how hot a character from a game is. I know the majority of nsfw terms and I find dirty jokes funny, but once we get to actual discussions about sex and related things (pregnancy and stuff) I tend to quiet down and leave the conversation. Apparently that’s confusing for my friends because why can a sex-repulsed asexual be able to understand dirty jokes???

I think that they’re still thinking of asexuals as people who despise anything even slightly nsfw-ish and honestly, it pisses me off. There’s also another aroace in our friend circle and I think that my friends regard him as the ‘real’ ace because he doesn’t gush about how hot everyone is. They also basically call me a hypocrite for ‘not allowing them to make dirty jokes but making them myself’. The problem with most of their dirty jokes is that they sexualize people and I don’t like that.

I love my friends, I really do. They’re amazing and I love them so much. But holy shit does this piss me off.

[gloriousmonsters]

comprehensive list of every MDZS character that has made a ‘are we in a relationship/is this gay??’ post in an au where everything is the same except reddit exists and people use modern terminology when it’s funny

obviously, wei wuxian. ‘i’ve been playing gay chicken with this guy and sleeping in the same bed as him and he’s really quiet but he hasn’t been telling me to quit it like he used to and also he looks at me strangely sometimes and buys me drinks and we actually wound up having sex the other night--’ responses tend: ‘you’ve had sex how many times? yeah, that’s not technically a bromance’

lan xichen makes one while on the road with meng yao, lovingly detailing how they’ve been doing chores together and meng yao thoughtlessly called him a ‘good boy’ while doing laundry and it made him blush really hard, omg, and he wants to believe something might be there but meng yao is just so smart and talented and the situation’s difficult so he doesn’t want to presume even though meng yao keeps touching his hands while teaching him to mend clothes and seems to have a special smile just for him, etc etc. responses: people going ‘op just go for it’ and a bunch of people just calling him a sub

xiao xingchen and song lan make posts at the same time about their amazing friend that they share a common dream with and we kind of casually hold hands sometimes and call each other endearments but like, platonically? i think? reponses: ‘oh my fucking god *posts screenshot of the other one’s post*’. they wind up having a good laugh over it and making an update post about how they’re together now

years later xiao xingchen makes a post about how he’s been cohabiting with this guy who keeps on making jokes to make him laugh and teasing him by calling them ‘married’ and like, they are living together and sort of raising a teenager, well mostly she’s raising herself, but anyway - he thinks he’s getting signals but he’s had some trouble with relationships ending messily before, and he doesn’t want to presume something and make his friend uncomfortable, what they have is so precious... responses: a-qing’s burner account saying the guy is sus, don’t go for it. xue yang’s burner saying ‘he’s 100% into you. jump his bones’

jin guangyao makes a post asking ‘if a guy you really like and sort of had a summer romance with asks you to be sworn brothers, but like... also sworn brothers with your ex, what does it mean?’ and deletes the post after accumulating a bunch of responses demanding more info

jiang cheng demands to know that if you’re best friends with someone and they’re sort of your adopted brother but definitely your sect brother and they PROMISED with their OWN MOUTH to stay by your side and then they dump you to go off and cohabit with ANOTHER MAN and a bunch of refugees but that bit’s not important, that’s like, a breach of contract, right? because you’re in a relationship, right? responses: a number of people directing him to r/AITA. ‘op is this even a romantic relationship or is it a bro thing’ jc replies saying IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT IT IS and deletes, but not before screenshots are everywhere

xue yang makes a post about how he was like, sort of faking being into this guy for lulz but now he’s kind of caught feelings and the flirting-to-make-the-other-guy-uncomfortable has escalated to morning kisses and the dude keeps leaving candy on his pillow and like... do you guys think he’s just playing along with the joke, or is it serious? responses: ‘oh my fucking god op’ ‘yeah you’re dating. you’re like 75% married’ and a-qing’s burner account telling him he’s reading too much into it

su she makes a post detailing how he’s had a crush on his boss who’s also his friend for a while and so he doesn’t want to let his hopes make him assume anything but his boss is extremely touchy-feely with him sometimes and asks him to work late alone together on... projects, it’s not important what, and maybe he gets playfully called a ‘work boyfriend’ a lot and his boss goes out of his way to compliment him sometimes, etc... Multiple responses point out he’s listed like 80 kinds of HR violations. su she replies it doesn’t matter. responses assert that yeah, it kind of does, also did you mention your boss already has a boyfriend? red flag op. sms gets pissed at nobody addressing his actual question and deletes the post

jin guangyao makes a post asking how many times you have to ‘jokingly’ call someone your boyfriend and spend late nights working on projects while finding excuses to touch before you acknowledge maybe something is going on. he gets a few OH MY GOD IT’S YOU... MR HR VIOLATIONS responses before swiftly deleting

wen ning has attempted to write a post several times throughout his life and undeath and always chickened out and deleted what he wrote at the last moment. he finally just makes a post about regrets and wishing you’d asked things outright and shared your feelings on r/offmychest or something. it’s very moving and gets shared a lot. wwx absolutely sees it and comments ‘man the dude in this story must be an asshole to not realize op’s feelings’ with 0 self awareness. for my own happiness this absolutely is the start to an endgame ningxian postcanon au

lan wangji makes an account post guanyin temple to ask ‘if a man tells me ‘I like you, I love you, I whatever you, I want to fuck you every day’, does that mean we’re in a relationship?’ he ignores every response except the first person to just say ‘yep’, replies ‘thank you’ to that person and then never returns to xianxia reddit