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I’m so hot for Pedro pascal omg

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𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

┊rafe cameron x reader

summary: rafe and his best friend who are now entangled in a friends-with-benefits situation after a careless bet, and realizing that dealing with feeling is not as easy they thought.

warning(s): explicit content ahead!! though there’s no outright smut but there is heavy language and connotations. kind of humorous in the beginning but angty-ish in the end. smoking. nakedness. 3rd person narrative.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: been over a year since I last posted here, but I’ve been working on this one for months, yet I couldn’t find the perfect way to end it. If you want a pt. 2 just lemme know.

ps. reblogging helps a lot.

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"You do know that anyone could see you, right?" She remarks, though he makes no signs that he's actually heard her as his back is given her.

Rafe is butt naked, facing the now lonely beach, out in the deck where anyone could see him if it were not to be 2 a.m.

She soon realizes though, that he's not alone, but accompanied by his cigars, and the intoxicating scent makes her body tingle under the borrowed clothes. "What ya doing?" She said once beside him.

He barely looks at her as he says, "I'm having a party back here, can't you see?" A smirk plastered across his face, while he inhaled deep into the cigarette he held between his index and middle finger.

"Jerk." She mutters, already used to his irony but bugged either way. She reaches for the pack of cigarettes, looking for one of her own, but was met with the disappointing view of its emptiness. "You fucking addict," she jokes. "you didn't even leave me one."

Rafe's smirk is still there when he looks at her scowling face. "Take this one," he hands the cylinder for her to grab, expecting her to grab it eagerly, and is nothing but correct. "I've already had two, either way."

"How long have you been here, anyway?" She says, sounding like a kid speaking with their mouth full, but instead it's an adult with a dangling cigarette between her lips. And if it were up to Rafe, he'd choose to stop staring at those.

"You were in the bathroom a while." Waking himself from the distracting sight of her, he responded. He knew that if he kept looking he'd only get a boner, and second rounds were not part of the deal. Besides, it's not like he could hide it with his still completely naked form.

"Well, I was washing away your bodily fluids, thank you very much." She was so oblivious on Rafe's attempt to warn her away from anything that reminded him of them having sex. "By the way, these clothes were what I could find. I'll give them back before I leave."

"That's alright." It was anything but alright. By this clothes, she was referring to one of his shirts and a pair of shorts that looked huge on her, and yet he had to find it hot.

She started to realize it too. How so not alright it was. It showed a level of intimacy neither of them wanted to get to. Or at least Rafe didn't, and his flushed face was no longer hard to recognize.

Their deal started when both of them, tipsy, decided to give each other some confessions, "only to set the friendship better into place." They'd said, as if years of friendship weren't enough.

When she confessed that no man had ever made her come, Rafe couldn't help but take that as seriously as one could a confession from a tipsy woman. Very seriously. He was sure of his abilities, and so he bet fifty bucks on it.

She wanted those fifty. More so that she could laugh in his face when she won against him making her come. Yet, in the span of seven minutes, Rafe had gotten those fifty back in his wallet.

They'd sworn they would never do it again.

But then a movie night at Rafe's got in the way, and soon enough they were fucking with the sound of the movie making them background.

After that they decided they enjoyed it too much for it to just stop, but, there had to be severe rules, since, in her words "the friendship went way back to throw it away." And in his words "he didn't want to commit."

Though both of them had been lying that day, neither of them knew it.

He regretted it now. Giving her his cigarette, that is. He was struggling to keep himself distracted from his own thoughts, since they all involved her. And not in a family friendly kind of way.

He could imagine grabbing her right now, how her mouth would feel, full of the intoxicating taste of tabaco as his tongue went into it. How he would use both his hands to pull her against him, and how she would moan when his thumbs caressed her covered nipples.

He felt something shoved against his chest and he could hear the sound of the ocean again, so his daydream was over. "You've got a boner." When he looks down, he realizes it is the shorts she'd had on.

She could feel Rafe staring, but she was trying very hard not to look at him. She knew a look back would only make this more complicated, and she would not hesitate to fix his 'problem'. Whether she was the reason of said problem or not.

Soon enough, she finally felt Rafe taking the shorts from her, and she could hear the sound of the fabric as he puts them on.

"I think this has to come to an end, Rafe." She says, already giving up on the cigarette and putting it in the ashtray.

Rafe looks at her, incredulous at her words, "Because of this?" He asks while motioning to his erection. "Don't be stupid, it's not you who caused it." Using the same tone a fifth grader would use to say he doesn't like the girl he's been staring at all day.

"I don't give a fuck about your erection. It's cold and dicks are weak, Rafe. I met someone."

He only looked at her through his peripheral vision, looking into her as if her wandering eyes would give him the reason of such a sudden statement.

He felt the need to ask who, why, when, where. Yet, he asked neither. Instead he completely turned to her, looking at her right in the eyes, making her whole demeanour change, and she felt small again.

"We knew this would happen, Rafe." But her words only sounded like a made-up excuse. "You know, we're friends. You're my pal." She pitied herself, and she pitied herself even more when she decided to gently punch him in the shoulder, making Rafe glare at her fist.

"Did you actually just call me your pal?" An intense scowl adorning his face. "You were sitting on my face less than an hour ago. You don't get to call me pal."

His voice was rough, as well as his face expression, but the hand grabbing her waist was nothing but a gentle touch with a longing undertone.

She could say absolutely nothing. Nothing when he pulled her closer; nothing when his eyes met hers; and nothing when their faces were mere inches apart.

“Why?” He finally dared to ask.

“Rafe, this is not up for debate. It was never supposed to come this far.” She thought her next words throughly, as if they would change anything. Or maybe hoping they would change anything. “You just don’t care about me that much for me to keep putting my heart in jeopardy.”

“I don’t think you know how much I actually care about you.” His words were stained with hurt, because how could she not realize?

Her face started to heat up from exasperation, “tell me how much you actually care, then. Because all you’ve been doing throughout our whole friendship is hid—”

She couldn’t finish her monologue before Rafe’s lips were on hers. Breaking every rule they’d ever set.

Though they’d kissed plenty of times, this time was different. She could feel everything. And not lust, or desire. But rather something more like longing and desperation.

She felt him rounding her arm around her waist, hugging her closer to him, as if he thought she was going to disappear on him. And when her hand touched his face, she retreated from the kiss, looking for his eyes, and found was she was looking for.

"Will you keep seeing him?" He asked, breathless from the kiss and breathless from  hope.

Instead of answering his question she just said, “I don’t think that’s going to be enough for how much I care.”

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The only thing I’ve got in this world is my pink hair 🙏

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I literally always make my fics so long bcs I need to give explanations to every single thing ffs

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Idk, I’ve been thinking about the fact that my friend said I no longer count as queer just bcs I currently have a crush on a man. It feels weird.

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Quick rant.

Men just constantly suck. Why can’t they just have some proper communication skills and tell you whether they like you or not?

This man rejects for the SECOND time in one month span?! Why? Oh, cuz he just decided he wanted to make out with me although he doesn’t like me and he told me, and then while drunk decides to lead me on giving me hope, like, WHAT. THE. FUCK.

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Remember how I said I had a big fat crush? Well, he rejected me a few days ago ago 😀

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

┊luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader — angst-fluff

summary: although the daughter of aphrodite tries, the feeling of love won't come other than from the person who not only seems oblivious, but also lacks the reciprocation of the love she so wildly desires. but, is that right?

warnings: use of y/n, 1st person, like one cuss word, (some poor writing tbh) — not proofread !!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: hello, I'm back with my take on why an "i love you, too." is more important than a bare "i love you." — also, can you notice the big fat crush I have rn through this? lmao.

ps. reblogs helps a whole lot.

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My chest feels empty with the lack of a heart. I can feel it beating in my chest yet somehow the sense of emptiness remains there as I kiss this boy.

I can't remember his name, I don't even remeber if he said it or not, to be honest. But when his hands reach for my waist I try to help myself from gagging. I don't like the feeling of his hands on me.

Not as much as I like Luke's.

He's never touched me romantically, and yet his hand on my thigh trying to calm me down, his shaking hand in mine looking for comfort, his arms wrapped around me, lifting be from the ground after I told him big news, it all comes back to me before I feel a hand tug me backwards, tearing me away from the stranger I'd been kissing, who I now realise is Mark, a son of Ares.

"What is going on in here?" The voice behind me makes me shiver with recognition.

"What does it look like, dude? Leave." Mark says. He attempts to reach for my arm but I snatch it away.

Before either of them can say anything else, I turn to look at the person behind me: Luke. His face is contorted in an angry frown, glaring at Mark as if he'd just killed a kitten.

"What is it, Luke?" I say, my voice sounds annoyed, but although I'm looking at Luke, is not him whom I'm annoyed at. It's me. The fact that I had been imagining Luke kissing me while kissing someone else makes me think I'm stupid enough to not realize the truth: it's never gonna happen.

Luke's gaze softens when he looks at me, but still keeping the look of superiority. "You shouldn't be here. It's dark and you're very deep into the woods." He pauses and looks at me, but whatever he's looking for he doesn't find it. "We should get back."

"Okay," I agree. I think both of them were expecting me to put more of a fight because they look at me in confusion...or anger on Mark's side could be.

I pay Mark's insults no mind as I follow the path that will lead us back to the camp, Luke beside me.

Eventually we stop hearing Mark altogether and Luke finally says something. "Not a good one, huh?"

I shrug. My heart is overwhelmed with the sense of dread and the need to tear it out of my chest becomes more powerful with each step.

Why do I feel like this is my mother is the goddess of love? Why do I feel like this when everyone fights to get the bare minimum from me: a child of Aphrodite?

Could it be because the only person whom I really want looks at me with a shine that lacks of love?

Because every night I go to sleep I think about the stars and how they are my only companion when I see him look at someone else with the look I want all for myself.

I think about the stars whispering in my ear how I'm still dumb enough to not give up on the idea. What they don't realize, though, is that he's the one not letting me go.

He doesn't know my heart is his but still he won't drop it for it to break completely.

"Hey," Luke's hand on my shoulder stops me on my track, making me flinch a little. "What is going on?" His voice makes me want to break down and cry from how soft it is.

He is looking me right in the eye, and I can't help but notice that he's already invading my personal space with his closeness. "Nothing is going on, okay? Can we just...walk in silence?" 

"No, we can't." I don't think he's ever talked to me this serious. "Not until you stop pushing me away." 

I'm dumbfounded. "Wait, what?" My voice sounds weird to my own ears. "What are you talking about? I'm not pushing you away, Luke." 

"Yes, you are, y/n, and you've been for the last year." His eyes reflect nothing but hurt, probably remembering how this last year has gone for both of us. "You think I don't realise? You think I don't realise how you do anything to stay away from me? And my only question is: why?" 

He is closer to me than he's ever been and I can only focus on his intense blue eyes staring back at me. "That is none of your bussiness." I somehow get it out, still my voice sound breathier than normal.

I could get it out now, try to make the damage the least painful as possible, but my selfish heart tells me I can't make it better if a lose him.

"I think it is. Now, either you say it, or I'm going to say it myself." Still, I don't say a word. He leans impossibly closer, and my breath hitches when I feel his hand slightly touching mine, as if waiting for and invitation. 

Fuck it. "You think you know, everything about me, Luke, well you don't. The answer to your question is the only thing you should have noticed and it's yet the only thing you see to have no clue about. The only reason I've been avoiding you, and doing anything to stay away from you is because..." I pause, trying to gather my thoughts. "It is because I love you, Luke. I have loved you from the very moment I met you all those years ago."

Luke looks at me as if a just grew a third head. Yet, somehow, I can for the first time feel my heart. 

"Why were you kissing mark then?" He asks.

I scoff. "None of them matter, I've only ever done it because I wanted to stay away from you, Luke."

"Away from me? Why would you wanna make that?"

Is he serious? "You're just making fun of me at this point." I attempt to leave, but I fail when Luke grabs my arm, keeping me from leaving. 

"I would never make fun of you." His voice is soft as silk. "I truly want to know."

I sigh. "I know you don't feel the same, Luke. That's okay. Just...please, don't become a stranger." 

"I would never." He takes my hand in his, bringing us closer, or noses touching. I could lean a little and our lips would touch, but I won't unless he asks me to. "Can I kiss you now?" 

When people said they felt butterflies I'd never undestood. Sure, I'd felt nervous, yet the feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach right now was so strong I wanted to vomit. I decide to nod instead.

His lips are soft in mine. One of my hands is occupied in his, while the other moves to wrap around his neck. 

The kiss is sweet at first, two people showing affection through the art of kissing. But when Luke's tongue gets access inside my mouth I feel like we are both making up for all the times we wanted to do it but couldn't, for all the years of waiting, and for the time we need to catch up.

His hand leaves mine only to get bothe his hands in my waist, tugging me closer to him, closing any possible gap there could be between our bodies. 

His hands are everywhere in my body and when his hands find the bare skin underneath my shirt I break the kiss, searching for his eyes. "Was that too fast?" He asks with pure panic.

I smile and shake my head before I wrap my arms around him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, while he does the same. 

"I love you, too." He says leaving a soft kiss in my neck. 

And there a realise that the emptiness is long gone.

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For your sleepover, could you do Steve Harrington x reader w/ "waking up to them on the floor" from the first prompt list?

sure thing!! i feel like this is a bit softer than it is funny but im not responsible for anything that goes on in my head.

“waking up confused as hell when you hear a loud thump, then trying not to laugh as you find them (just as confused, mind you) on the floor…”

you shiver in your sleep, the absence of steve’s arms wrapped around you leading to the loss of heat. it doesn’t take long for your half-asleep mind to lose consciousness again, simply tugging up the duvet and knocking out within seconds.

that is until you hear a loud thump and immediately shoot up, thinking the worst. first, you imagine a demogorgon, invading your home, then maybe jason banging on the door in search of eddie again, and that just draws a deep sadness from your chest until you go to grab steve and he’s not there.

you look over to his side of the bed in search of him, leaning over just enough to see the top of his head, hair all mussed from sleep.

“baby?” you drone, your voice just as groggy as your mind.

steve doesn’t say anything, so you scooch over to the edge of his side and peer down at him, clocking the confused pout on his mouth, “sweetie, did you fall out of bed?” you ask.

his own voice is gruff and a bit more confused than yours is, “i had a dream,” he starts, half the duvet wrapped around his waist and making it difficult for him to stand or even sit upright.

you get a bit worried then, fully aware of steve’s history with nightmares and night terrors that have plagued his sleep for far too long, “a bad dream?” you ask cautiously, rubbing his forehead gently and pushing rouge hairs from his face.

he shakes his head, and you smile at him, both in relief and humour. he still hasn’t tried to get back into the bed.

“dustin was chasing me,” he croaks, looking afar with his brows pinched together as if he’s trying just as hard as you are to understand what he’d just said, “i don’t know why,” he breathes out, too tired to think about it too hard.

he presses his palm to his forehead for a second and you hear him sigh. “come back to bed,” you mumble, grabbing his wrist to move it away from his face and pull him up as best you can at the awkward angle. steve grunts and wrestles with the duvet, eventually just tossing it on the bed before clambering up. the two of you work together to straighten it out and lay it flat over the mattress. it proves to be difficult, your limbs weak and harder to control from the heaviness of sleep.

finally, you fall back against the pillow and steve huffs, instantly curling around you and tugging you into his chest.

“m’ sorry i woke you up, baby,” you can tell his eyes are closed from the tone of his voice, heavy and slow and barely awake.

“it’s okay,” you yawn, letting your own eyes flutter closed as you snuggle back into him, “steve?” you ask, words all muffled by your pillow.

“hmm,” he hums back.

“i was cold when you were gone,” you aren’t even really aware of what you’re saying, not quite conscious enough to register.

“m’ here now baby,” is the last thing you hear before sleep engulfs you.

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LAVENDER HAZE MV ICONS

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

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The Lavender Haze video is out now. There is lots of lavender. There is lots of haze. There is my incredible costar Laith Ashley who I absolutely adored working with. This was the first video I wrote out of the 3 that have been released, and this one really helped me conceptualize the world and mood of Midnights, like a sultry sleepless 70’s fever dream. Hope you like it 😁

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Tbh, I was trying to stay away from all of this, but I’ve seen that people no longer believe the victims, and I’d really like to know why. So, if someone could tell me as well as send me some evidence, please?

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Reputation being misunderstood as a dark angry concept album instead of a love against all the odds album is honestly so on brand for reputation

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They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential

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fuck all romances except whatever that freewheeling bisexual warlock and his shy mortal boyfriend with eyes the precise color of his magic had going on

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“Percy Hynes cancelled” “Percy hynes problematic”

Bro this isn’t problematic he’s a legitimate criminal he needs to be arrested