#Fruity guy who vapes

[omgjayaaa]

I don’t remember the name for Cinder x Jay but lately it’s been invading my thoughts

all I see are those silly Lego characters ;-;

[jackalopenecropsy]

ok i'll indulge myself....

part 1(?) of biker gang!141 and an interesting fem grunge!reader... if u want more

cw; slight mentions of blood

The streets were pretty quiet this time of night. The only sounds to be heard were barking dogs or tires occasionally skidding in the distance. And the teenagers were never out this late in the fall, as school just started or they were working their dead jobs at the gas station or high school graduates pouring the same 5 drinks at a bar.

You liked walking around- even though it was maybe 1 or 2 in the morning- mainly because you had your scary guard dog with you, (who wasn't even a bit scary, he was just a police academy dropout with a fear of cotton swabs and squirrels) but also because the air this time of year smelled the best. It did wonders for your skin and sinuses, so why not? Walking around in the daytime was a lot more of a chore anyways, teenagers skating sporradically with fruity vapes on necklaces or older men just leaving their blue collar jobs for lunch while staring at you with unreadable expressions.

The northwoods, sigh. You'd told yourself that you'd leave it all the time when you were a kid. Over the years, a mix of the economy making that absolutely impossible and an aquirement of taste for small-town life made it a lot easier to accept the impossibility of it. Bartending and eventually being remote in editorial work kept you afloat in the small house you'd been able to buy flat out in the south side of town.

That part of town was just cemeteries and neighborhoods, neighborhoods and railroads, and gas stations and bars. As most south sides were. Another luxury of living where you lived was the copious amounts of streets and drag-worthy strips of old highway that laid for miles in one direction or another.

You used to work as a freelance flag girl for drag racers on some shitty craigslist copy, but quit l because the only racers that wanted you were full of white-claw drunk young assholes rooting for douchebag car modders who compensated for their dick sizes by throttling so hard that the pop of their exhausts sounded like gunfights. It was too loud and to risky and too tasteless.

But in the ends of the summer, it was taken over by the bikers. Not bicycle-bikers, but motorcyclists.

You were absolutely terrible at hiding your drooling depraved stares at every single one of them. The young women in skin-clad leather and red lipstick with matching sleek bikes, the finer-aged older men in their lean-back harleys with bandanas, the cute guys your age in their blackout helmets and their modestly-modded bikes. Oh, the variety, oh the taste. You had once thought about picking up biking yourself, but when you told your friends they all cackled at the idea. You were too absent minded at times; definitely from all the weed you smoked. Only half embarassed, you agreed.

Tonight was no different than the other nights of early Septembers before. Your dog lapped his tongue in the air catching stray dew drops falling from leaves overhead as you took your time walking accross the street. He swayed his tail so hard that you almost got knocked over a few times. The sound of a motorcyle revving in the distance made you slow your speed to a halt, listening intently, shamefully to see if you could get any bit of eye candy while out.

You recognized the sound of the engine, which soon became engines as the sounds came closer.

'Oh... a group of Kawaskis?? No... that's at least two more different motorcyles, but a few Kawaskis.. Do I hear a Harley?'

You blinked to yourself before shaking your head.

'God fucking damnit, you geek. You should NOT be able to tell what motorcyle model someone's riding from the fucking engine.'

Before you can shamefully walk back towards your house, you feel your dog tug harshly at his leash. You try to hold him back, but he yanks with one solid push of his back paws on the blacktop, and before you know it, you're hands and knees down on the hard ground as he's running full speed towards the sound of the motorcycles.

You groan in frustration as you stand up in a small bit of pain, your fishnets torn to shit as your palms and knees are scraped just enough to bleed a reasonable amount for getting launched by a 90 lb dog of muscle.

"Riley!" You shout and run at him, dodging a few trash cans along the street's edge as you do so. "Riley, goddamnit! Come back! Here boy!" Your converse were broken in enough to give you good ground as you chased him, and you almost grab his loose leash dragging behind him- until you trip over your own feet again just before you do.

You stay on the ground this time, unworried for your dog, as he's a big boy who knows how to not get hit by a car or get lost. More focused on the soul-eating embarassment of being outrun by a dog with more anxiety than a war veteran, and tripping twice in the process. You ignore the growing and stalling sound of engines beside- or in front, you can't tell being face down in the gravel- you as you're grovelling.

"Eh... excuse me miss? Are you alright?" You hear a gruff, dark voice mumble from just above you. You whip your head up to look at 5 people in bikers helmets just in front of you, their motorcyles off or stalling as they stand looking down at you on the ground.

"Oh- oh my- uh yeah- don't worry about me I'm great. I just tripped- nothing serious." You wave them off as you try and cover the growing fluster on your face. You stand and shake the dirt off your hands before swiping it off of your zip up, shaking it out of your gloves too. You look up to see none other than Riley, sitting contently behind the man in front of you, eagerly being pet by one of the bikers with a skull design painted onto his helmet and visor.

"Riley!" The biker looks up and your dog wags his tail hard enough to knock the bikers over too, and barks at you. "You are so not going to get any treats when we get home." He whines and continues barking, then twirls in a circle.

"You're dog's name is Riley?" The man in the skull helmet asks- and you suddenly become hyperaware of how all of the bikers are staring so intently at you. And those that have spoken so far have sickeningly thick English accents.

"Ah- yes, yeah. I was just on a walk and I heard you guys from the other street- but he just loves motorcylists so much, he took off on me. Usually he just waits until they pass us by. I'm so so sorry if he got in your way or anything." You scramble to try and seem somewhat normal as you switch between standing like a deer in their headlights, and holding your arms as the wind blew against your back.

"Ain't that a funny coincidence." The biker next to him stated, his accent thicker, and different. Possibly scottish.

"You watch it- It is a good name for a dog like this." The skull-helmet points an authoritative finger at the scot before patting Riley's head again. The man in front of you laughs heartily and takes his helmet off, revealing an older- FINELY aged man with hair in a short, short pulled back light brown and gray spotted ponytail. His mustache pulled down into a scruffy beard by mutton chops, giving him a real grizzly harley-rider look. You swore your jaw dropped when he took it off, and you were quick to cover your mouth when he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry about that miss- You've got a good dog protecting you. My names John Price." He walked up and took your hand from your face, squeezing it lightly. "My boys back there are harmless. You seem to have roughed yourself up a bit." He tilts his head as he leans back and looks you up and down, still holding your hand. Oh how deeply thankful you were that he was blocking the headlights from illuminating your red face.

"Yeah- I'm fine though, really! I just, can't keep up with Riley if I tried." You laugh and tremble a little as the cold air catches up to you. He raises an eyebrow- and fuck it gets to you because it makes him smirk a little bit too.

"Well, no offense but you look like you're in no condition to walk home like that!" A woman's voice comes up from behind Price's. You squint at the light when she comes up, and you see a blonde woman about his age with smile lines and blue eyes that could knock you down to your knees yet again. "My name's Kate, don't let John here scare you, he's just an old man." They banter a bit as you stare into space, begging any ethreal being to show you a sign that this is real life.

'Fuck being bisexual, god hates me.' You curse to yourself as you smile shyly at her.

"We can give you a ride home if you'd want! I wouldn't feel right letting you have to get yourself home with blood down your legs." Price motions with his free hand at your torn fishnets, rocks littering the cuts on your leg.

"Oh- I don't want to impose or anything, and I'll have Riley!" You struggle to keep yourself still as the wind continually stings.

"Lass, you're shakin' like a leaf in this wind." The scottish man shakes his head in his helmet, leaning back against the flat of his bike.

"You ain't getting home with just a dog draggin' you forward." The gruff voice of the skull-head from beside him made you look away in embarassment. They were all right, you were blocks away from home, and you didn't have your phone on you either.

"Um.. If you're sure you don't mind... but what about Riley?"

"He can ride wi' me!" The scott excitedly patted the flat he was leaning on, shuffling a few top panels to show a compartment on the back of it that had a hooking mechanism for leashes. Assumedly he had dogs too, and how greatful you were for it.

You sigh in relief that you wont have to limp home in your misery, as strong as you are, the chunk of you lost twice to the blacktop actually hurt more than you'd ever want to admit.

Before you can take a step forward, you're lifted off your feet and holding the shoulders of Kate. She laughs as you gasp and sets you on the back of skull-head's bike so you can backpack him, right next to Riley in the odd formation their bikes created.

"I promise he's not as scary as he looks- right Simon?"

"I don't bite." He chuckles deeply and you tense against his back as he does so. "You might want to hold on tho', I'm not exactly the easiest ride." You blush, hard as he says it, and the group laughs loudly as they start their bikes.

"Oi, treat her nice Si." A soft voice jeered from the last bike to Kate's right. "Or else I'll have to take her off your hands."

"Nice try Gaz."

"Boys! Quit scarin' her." Price chuckles and lights a cigar as he revs his engine. "Or else she wont wanna see us again. Now where do you need us to take you, love?"

'Ah.' Was all that crossed your mind as you locked your arms around Simon's waist, and you all shot off down the street.

[rotthepoet]

Need theo and lorenzo head cannons 😔

Good morning sweet pookie, i gotchu!! I needed a little break after that threesome so I did some random, some silly, some fluffy, and some smutty, kay? It’s really just a big brain dump on how I characterize the boys <3 Hope you enjoy, love ;)

P.s. if I have any reoccurring anon’s, if you want me to differentiate you, please feel free to assign yourself an emoji <3 unspoken rule i thought i’d say out loud

Theodore Nott

I agree with literally everyone on this app, he is a smarty pants, but i refuse to believe he sits down and studies

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his grades, he just doesn’t have to try to get good marks. Queen absorbs information like a sponge and retains that shit forever. Doesnt have to waste time with a boring textbook because he commits everything to memory.

That being said, he will remember everything about you. Your favorite movie you mentioned in passing, he saw you eat something particular multiple times he can infer its your favorite and will buy it for you often, he knows your habits, your aspirations, your desires. All of it. Does it for his close friends and lovers <3

Huge smoker. Like. Oral fixation final boss. Needs to have something to smoke or at least chew on at all times

I mentioned before how I think Mattheo and him laugh at people who vape, but Theodore Nott is a two faced LIAR and actually keeps a menthol alto with him at all times. For convenience sake. If you ask him, it’s different because its not a fun lil fruity flavor.

Speaking of Mattheo, those two are best friends. Like ride or die. Like. These two are bread and butter, inseparable and delicious.

Will internalize everything. This is why he gets so worked up and fights people. It may seem like him getting pissy over nothing, but this boy has some unresolved trauma and unmedicated issues.

Theo has ADHD prove me wrong and fuck you for trying(jk love you, but i will die on this hill.) severe anxiety issues, def some depression going on, hes working through some shit.

Theo can process a lot of stimulus at the same time. Watching him hold 3 steady conversations while reading a novel at the same time is a sight to behold.

Smokes weed a lot too. Mostly bud, but he’s smart and keeps a cart on him too for quick bathroom breaks when he needs to chill tf out. It slows down all the thoughts racing around his head. Lets him relax. Lets him feel peace. Let him feel comfortable. He’s been searching for that feeling his whole life.

Mommy and daddy issues check?

Anyways!

Theo is a player, and its not even because he tries to be.

Girls flock towards him, and he needs an outlet.

Sex is a good outlet.

Sex and drugs? Now we’re cooking

He doesn’t care much for the dating scene, didn’t think he was cut out for it. Bad home life. No mom. Depressed and emotionally distant evil dad. Friends and his family are all death eaters? Causes some bad views on relationships as a whole.

Omg but when he falls in love it takes forever but its so hard. Its so devastatingly hard.

It goes from “wow they really make me happy” to “omfg i need to marry them they make me feel complete and comfortable and it feels like i can finally be myself around someone this is the feeling i have been searching for my whole life” really fast when he falls

He’d never love at first sight. Refuse it. He might think someone is pretty or handsome, but he won’t ever describe it as love at first sight.

100% friends to lovers

He’s a quality time kinda guy i think

Just likes co-existing really

Stay in the room with him in silence as he reads and hes so golden

But that will bump up several notches and enjoy every other love language too

He wants to make you love him. He’ll do anything for you. Buy anything for you. Tell you everyday how wonderful you are

He’s being so genuine too

His friends would know

He never shuts up about you

If you had never spoken to his friends, never met them, they’d be able to come up to you in a grocery store and say “oh. You’re <you>, right?”

And dear god he genuinely cries a little in relief when you finally say yes

He’s buried his face in your hair and hugging you so tightly and he tries not to cry because he finally has everything he needs in his arms

He’s such a good boyfriend

Will never question you(at least not at first or without good reason)

Literally worships the ground you walk on

Will apologize first immediately after every meaningless petty fight

Thats different about real fighting though. Stubborn ass bitch

Anyways

Dotes on you everyday

Calls you so many sweet names in Italian

Has an Italian accent but sometimes tries a British accent to throw everyone off.

Argues in italian

Lowkey hates snow

Runs super cold so loves lovvesss hot weather

Will take you to Italy over the summer

Demands you go

Fucks you on the balcony of his family home

Fucks you stupid on the beach

Sorry where was I going with this

Ah yes anyways

Runs super cold so like is a big fan of cuddles. Lots of sweaters for you to steal

He likes turning cuddles into more slow and intimate things

Slowly fingering you as you spoon

Cockwarming in the morning or late at night<3

So much worship.

So much

Just adores you.

Loves fast rough sex but honestly could go on about slow love making for hours

Literally cant stand American reality tv

The biggest kardashian hater

Knows all the gossip because he’s quiet and listens

Doesnt care to share it though

Lorenzo Berkshire

Bitchboy extraordinaire

If I met Lorenzo Berkshire he would become #1 on my shitlist so fast

I called theo a two faced liar as a joke

But Enzo actually is one

Literally puts on the nicest mask for pretty girls, but every ex, and every guy in hogwarts knows he’s a conniving bitch behind closed doors

One of the richest in the group and it shows

Flaunts his money everywhere he goes

His ears are pieced

Also he likes having his ears bitten it can make him hard as a rock in seconds

Dates, but it usually only lasts a month and Hes the worst boyfriend ever

Dumps them whenever he gets bored

But omg when a person gives him his attitude back

Well first he gets even meaner

But also he likes you so much like… that was hot

And if you ignore his existence? On you like a moth to a flame

Craves attention

Such an attention seeker

Still will fight, isn’t very good, but will try

100% a prefect

Showers his pookie with so much love and attention

When he finally gets the person he wants, hes on top of them 24/7

Never a hand straying to far

Literally obsessed

Big fan of exhibitionism

Will fuck uou on the train, the bathrooms, the common room, the classroom

Its all fair game

Would love to see you all tied up in pretty ribbons for his birthday

Ass man 100%

Likes to just get a fistfull while you hug or cuddle

Mattheo and him are the biggest gossipers

Has like 4k followers on instagram because hes so pretty

Father and mother are hirh death eaters. Does anyone know Berkshire lore because i def dont

Like fr can someone explain him to me

Pairs well with anyone in the grouo, really

Gets along especially with Theo or Mattheo

Amazing at card games, and says he’s amazing at chess too. Hes not.

Literally refuses to snack, says it’ll ruin his physique

On the quidditch team much like everyone else he’s friends with

Slays at herbology

Maybe a bit of a smoker? Not often, and def more weed than tobacco

Light weight for reals

Like severely light weight

He’s the laughingstock of the friend group for it

Him and Mattheo have a running bet on who can fuck the most women

Omg omg omg because they so do the alphabet challenge im so sorry but its factual

Lorenzo is currently winning with 15/26 letters in the alphabet but Mattheo isnt too far behind

Its because Lorenzo is so charming and Mattheo…. Is himself.

Anyways back to being his significant other

Will spoil you

Relentlessly

Lowkey expects head in return but that will wear ofd eventually

109% more likely to start a fwb situation than anything else

Treats you like a girlfriend this whole time

Kisses you sweetly, holds uou close when you sleep, mumbles about how special you are

Just being a girlfriend without the title because then it gets too weird

Loses his shit if you get tired of trying and break it off

Genuinely ballistic if he loses you

Will pull as many favors and as many strings as he can to get yiu back

Seriously considers murder for a while

Anyways he gets you back baby<3

Speaking of babies hes super good with kids

Look at that face

Amazing dad face

Scared of marriage lmao

Bad parents. Fucked up views on relationships

Its a thing for all of them tbh

[olinblogin]

Hello! If the request are open, may I ask for a Yan Wukong x Fem Reader x Yan Macaque (romantically) where Reader tries to avoid them to have a time for herself or being with her own friends? I just imagine those two monkeys being the clingy and jealous cats they are XD

Thank you so much! ♡♡♡

Of course! Thank you so much for your request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

YAN!SUN WUKONG X FEM!READER X YAN!MACAQUE

TW/CW; mentions of alcohol/drinking, slight for, vomiting (because of alcohol), very minor character death

Clicking open the lock to your bedroom window, you took one last glance back at the two simians splayed in your bed; both clutching pillows you’d put in your place. You were thankful for those house canceling earmuffs you got for Macaque…

If not for them, he’d certainly have caught you trying to sneak out by now and dragged you back under the covers.

But you weren’t going to let that happen… you’d waited for too long to go out clubbing with your friends again. Carefully ducking under the window you’d opened, you shuffled out onto the sidewalk and carefully shut the window back.

You grabbed your bag off the ground and made your way down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the concrete rapidly as you made your way to the club.

Finally making your way there you squinted at the fluorescent lights that displayed the name; “The June Joint”.

You opened the door and were met with the scent of what you could only assume was a mix of BO, alcohol, and fruity vapes. You got over it soon when you saw your friends, rushing over to them and saying your hellos. It soon progressed to you all dancing drunkly on the dance floor… you couldn’t even hear the song playing; let alone if they were playing one at all.

You’d promised yourself you’d only have one drink tonight, but that one drink soon turned into two, and a few shots. Feeling a bit queasy you wobbled your way to the bar to get ahold of yourself. The were playing ‘Copacabana’ and as much as you wanted to dance right now, a migraine was starting to form at a splitting pace.

You fished your phone out of your bra, immediately sobering up in horror when you read the notifications… 13 missed calls, 57 unread messages.

“Oh, shit.” You scrambled to the entrance of the club; only to be dragged back by a clammy hand. “C’mon pretty girl, no need to rush… come dance with me and my guys and we’ll give you something worthwhile..” the man slurred. With a grimace you tried to take your arm back… but he had a real good grip.

“I’m sorry… I’d love to. But I’m taken, I need to get home too.” And at those words it almost seemed like it summoned two other men, tatted out and brooding. “He doesn’t gotta know. Besides I’m sure I can give you so much more than a shrimp-dick that you’re dati—“

CRACK…

His clammy hand fell from your arm as you stared down at the crumpled figure in horror, silence wafted over the club before screams rang out. You noticed a familiar staff end cascaded with golden clouds embroidered into it. uh oh..

Amidst the chaos you were tugged back by another hand, craning your neck to see Macaque holding you close and glowering at Wukong, who was beating the corpse of the man who dared to touch you to a bloody pull.

“That idiot… he could’ve gotten that disgusting man’s blood on you.” Macaque snarled lowly as he lay his head on top of yours, waiting for Wukong to finish beating the hell out of an already dead man.

When finished, Wukong looked back at you while slightly panting from exertion… “[Y/N]! What the hell were you doing out without us?! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Before you could reply you felt the floor below you vanish; falling through on of Macaque’s shadow portals and back to your house. Still having alcohol in your system, that definitely didn’t work in your favor.

They were both about to scold you when they watched you scramble to the bathroom and hurl into the toilet. Wukong and Macaque looked at each other with their ears flattened, both immediately going to your side on the bathroom floor. Wukong held your hair back for you and Macaque rubbed your back while you emptied the contents of your stomach.

It felt like hours until you’d finally come to a halt, leaning back against the bathtub while Macaque whipped your mouth and readied a toothbrush. “I’m so sorry… I should’ve known you’d get sick when we went through my shadows. Can you ever forgive me, Starlight?” Macaque asked quietly as he carefully brushed your teeth for you.

Wukong soon came back with armfuls of food. Sitting down by your side he sifted through the foods. “Wukong what the hell is all this?! She needs something light! Like toast or crackers!” Macaque scolded as Wukong’s tail flicked with panic. “I-I didn’t know what to get her— you’re the one who knows stuff about nutrition and stuff!” Wukong shoveled everything back I to his arms and scurried to the kitchen once again.

Wukong scrambled back in with some crackers and water for you. Whatever they were angry about earlier they’d completely forgotten about when you’d gotten sick.

“Are you feeling any better, Sunshine?” Wukong asked as his tail curled around your leg. “Not really… the. Crackers are helping, though.” You mumbled hoarsely.

“Well at least it’s helping..” Macaque muttered, carefully scooping you up and laying you in the bed, pulling the covers over you and getting a bucket just in case. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything? Snacks? Drinks? Kisses?” Wukong asked frantically, sitting at the edge of the bed by your side. “No.. it’s okay. I just wanna sleep off this migraine, please.”

Wukong nodded and shuffled to snuggle into your arms, Macaque snuggling up behind you as you lay sandwiched between them both.

“Good night, [Y/N],”

[spinningalbinoturtle]

The Fellowship of Mind Altering Substance

Aragorn

Mostly just drinks straight whisky

If forced by Arwen to have a cocktail he will have a whiskey sour or an old fashioned

He can hold his liquor

Brings a flask to important feasts this annoys Arwen to no end

Chainsmoker

Enjoys getting high but not everyday likes to do it with friends preferably Gandalf or Faramir NOT the hobbits

Has tried a lot of drugs in his day but doesn’t really do any anymore

Boromir

Drinks shitty beer like Heinecken or Bud Lite

Smokes camels but not in front of the hobbits

Doesn’t do drugs and looks down on people who do except Faramir because “its medicinal for him”

Legolas

Oh boy where to begin

He knows a lot about wine from his dad but pretty much just drinks dessert wine

And fruity cocktails

Party drugs guy

Likes to do hallucinogenics in the woods

Pretends he smokes weed but doesn’t actually like it

Gimli

Knows a lot about beer and drinks it in public

But really likes fruity cocktails and drinks them at home with Legolas

He’s a bong and hookah smoker-really into that hashish

Has done hallucinogens in a spiritual context

Gandalf

Drink of choice is Absinthe

Has done all the drugs

Loves his weed though

Also likes mushrooms

Merry

Drinks Mike’s Hard Lemonade and boxed wine

Weed coniseur

He has a massive bong collection

Likes to hit Pippin’s vape

Has experimented with other drugs

Pippin

Vape rig everywhere kinda guy its strawberrybubblegum flavored

He drinks shitty alcohol: white claw, smirnoff iced, bud lite seltzer

Does weed but with a dab pen

Has done molly, ketamine, and LSD

Sam

Sam drinks like craft beers and ciders

Is really into his local microbreweries

Not a big smoker for either weed or tobacco but enjoys a pipe now and then

He grows really good weed but more as a planting challenge than for himself

He sells a lot to Merry

Trip supervisor

Frodo

Frodo is too anxious for most things and they fuck with his meds

Pre quest Frodo was a cider and fruity cocktails gay

He doesn’t drink or smoke afterwards they both make him anxious

He does micro dose on shrooms mecidinally thought

Has done ketamine in a medicinal context

Faramir

Doesn’t drink

Smokes weed but mostly medicinally

Eowyn

Smokes weed with Faramir

Drinks mead and beer

Goes out drinking with Sam since they’re both married to people who are sober

Bilbo

Likes a good wine he knows what’s good

His favorite cocktail is a margarita he’s a tequila bitch

Used to smoke tobacco til he adopted Frodo

Still smokes weed though

Arwen

Has a glass or wine with dinner

Used to smoke as a teenager for rebellious reasons

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey y'all! I'm sorry for the brief hiatus, this past week has been insane. Working at a University is NOT FOR THE WEAK. I've been doing quite shit tbh (blame crazies and my job). Anyways, this chapter is a little sad (I'm so sorry, I swear there'll be comfort later). Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Also pls remember reblogs and comments are appreciated ! I love feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, insecurity, hurt and comfort, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

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Chapter 6

Bugs POV 

It had been two weeks since your sleepover. You had found yourself staying over on weekends, you and Eddie falling into even more of a comfortability with one another. You both discussed everything under the sun, getting to know all the intricacies behind the other. You learned Eddie loved his tattoos and hated needles, how his family was really from nearby Hawkins but he often refused to go home due to his reputation in town. He let you know how he was the town pariah as an openly bisexual metalhead delinquent and how Hawkins was the first place he began to feel like himself. You learned he loved thrift stores and record shops, could live off of cereal and beer, and hated the smell of overly fruity vape juice (“If it fucking smells like a middle school girls locker room, why would you smoke it?”). You even learned that Eddie had a…reputation…on campus. You hadn’t heard about it until your American Government class, where the girl behind you (Christine?) had been giggling with her friends about the way the ‘punk guy who deals’ had fulfilled her ‘wildest dreams’. She went further into detail, but you tried to zone her out at that. 

Anyways, you decided to help Eddie out to face his fear of changing his major. Which led you here.

You were standing at the door of the Advising Office, Eddie fidgeting beside you. You could feel his anxiety rolling off of him in waves. Eddie was often an overthinker, but equipped at hiding it with putting on a show. He tended to not do so around you, though. You reached out gingerly, grabbing onto his elbow, the denim jacket he wore soft and worn from use against your hand. 

“Eds, it’ll be okay. I’ll be right here. I promise,” You softly whispered, eyes searching his face to try and get him to meet your gaze. 

His brown eyes met yours, full of worry as he gulped. He looked back towards the doors, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know if I can do this, Bug. What if Wayne-” 

You cut him off with a light smack to his elbow, rolling your eyes playfully. “You specifically called Wayne to talk about this. I was there. He just wants you to be happy. I remember because you put him on speaker and I still could barely hear the man.”

Eddie sighed, nodding and huffing out a breath before he headed to the door, marching inside. You smiled, your heart squeezed softly in pride. Eddie had talked with you and leaned toward Music Therapy. He felt something tug him towards helping young kids through music, letting you in on a small bit of his own struggles. You were grateful and didn’t push, only being told that he had ‘gone through some mental distress’ last year, causing him to get put in inpatient for a bit, falling behind in classes. You recalled his face as he sat on his bed with you, strumming Sweetheart (his electric guitar) softly, voice shaky with emotion. 

“The only thing that called out to me was music. I just want to be there for people who feel the same way.”

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Eddie exited the office, face in a soft smile, eyes watery with tears. You rushed over, worry sinking in. 

“What happened? Is it too late to enter those classes? Eds, I-” 

“I filled out the application to switch over. She told me that it may take a few days, but because I was within the music department anyways, it wouldn’t be a difficult switch. I have to wait to take some of the courses, but I can drop my two Production courses without penalty,” He sighed softly, his tone full of relief as he looked down at you, blinking away tears before hastily pulling you into a hug. He squeezed you softly, mumbling thank yous into your hair, clear relief flooding into your system. Eddie was affectionate and loved touch, so you were glad he was feeling better. 

You squeezed back, heart soaring. 

Everything was going to be okay.

You stood in the local Rosa’s Costumes, the store filled to the brim with props and clothing. It was a favorite of the theater department at Hawkins and had been running for years. You and Eddie were among the clearly haunted prop items and section of the store that was for some reason themed as pirates. Eddie was perusing the hundreds of clothing and costumes on the aging racks, the familiar smell of Rosa’s incense wafting through the store. 

“I don’t think we should go as anything basic, because we are anything but,” Eddie stated cheekily, wiggling his brows over at you. 

You felt your stomach twist and turn as you plastered on a smile as best as you could. Eddie was referring to the Kappa Nu party that he had extended an invite to you to. You knew Eddie usually sold at parties and while it made you nervous (he had called you his favorite little square after you expressed concern), you were more anxious at the idea of being anywhere near the Kappa Nu house. You knew it boasted the hottest girls in Hawkins and it would be packed tight with bodies on Halloween night. 

You originally had a plan of doing what you always did with Eddie: renting a lot of campy horror movies and cuddling on the couch while drinking and Eddie would smoke, the two of you laughing at the practical effects. And then maybe after you’d head into town to see the local Ghost Walk that occasionally came through detailing all the spooky haunted places in town with an over the top narrator. 

But Eddie had burst into your study period at the library with Nancy, excitedly telling you about his success in his new courses and his ability to catch up. He called for a celebration as Nancy laughed and bid the two of you goodbye to head into work. Then he told you about getting an invitation to Kappa Nu, his eyes twinkling with excitement. And honestly…

How could you have said no to that face? 

So now you were here, in a theater kids wet dream of a store, thumbing through costumes to try and stumble upon an idea. Eddie was zipping up and down aisles, a pep in his step. He was recently more animated and less stressed, the clear joy from his new classes clear as day. It warmed your heart. 

Eddie grabbed your hand, walking briskly toward an aisle before turning to grin that megawatt smile at you. “I think I just had the perfect idea,” He gushed, turning back around to lead you with determination, clearly on a mission. 

You felt your heart race and face heat up as tingles ran up and down your arms. Eddie was unaware but your crush was carving and worming it’s way deeper into your heart, the affliction becoming harder to ignore. You tried to tell yourself that it was better this way, Eddie being too good of a friend to pass up. But every hug, every cuddle, and every warm cheek kiss led to more and more of an entanglement, your mind at war with your heart. 

Even Robin began to notice. You told her there was no way he would like you back, what with being Eddie, but she wouldn’t hear your excuses. She stated that it was clear that the two of you were ‘dumbass lovesick puppies’ who ‘couldn’t read the room worth shit’. You had finished the conversation at that, seeing a resident come up to the desk, and the last thing you needed was your hall gossiping about your romantic life or lack thereof. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Eddie let go of your hand, grabbing for a ridiculously large leather jacket with a huge collar, clearly meant as a biker or greaser costume. You cocked your head at Eddie, eyebrows furrowed while you fought back a smile. 

“What are you doing with that thing?” 

“We can go as The Driller Killer and an 80’s girl! From Slumber Party Massacre 2!,” Eddie said excitedly, his dimples appearing as his grin grew. 

You laughed a bit, shaking your head with a smile. Eddie would pick the campy serial killer who was based off of a greaser and had an electric guitar with a murdering drill on the neck. It was perfect. 

“Sure, why not?,” You laughed a bit as Eddie grabbed your hand immediately to drag you off in search of the other pieces. 

Maybe the party wouldn’t be so bad. 

You were standing on the front lawn of the large white mansion, knees shaky as you felt your stomach churn. Suddenly your makeup felt stupid and your clothes too tight. You tugged on the jean shorts and blue cropped t-shirt you wore, your body feeling as though it burst into flames. Eddie grabbed your hand, squeezing it and giving you a soft smile. 

“It’ll be okay, Bug,” He said softly. 

You looked up at him, his hair coiffed carefully with the rest back in a bun, his large ridiculous leather jacket and tight jeans still looking like a dream on him. He wore the fake cutout prop of the guitar drill slung on his back and some fake blood splatter across the thing. Even in his campy get up, and laughable oversized leather collar, he looked adorable. You pinched your own leg discreetly, trying to curb the feelings. 

You nodded up at him, squeezing his hands and turning to face the house once again, walking toward it. Once you entered, you felt your senses become overwhelmed. You saw flashing lights and a million bodies stuffed within the house. The smell of weed and alcohol along with perfume, cologne, sweat, and sugar lingered in the air, making your head spin. You felt the bass of the music playing inside vibrate through the floor, traveling through your bones almost. You clung to Eddie, feeling as if you’d either vomit or faint if you let go. Eddie rubbed your hand softly, leading you deeper inside to the kitchen, the room’s island filled with various bottles and bar piled high with boxes and cans of soda, Twisted Teas, Trulys, White Claws, a large plastic tub of bright pink alcohol brimming with fruit. Eddie grabbed a cup with ice and a coke can and the Jack Daniels bottle, quickly mixing up a Jack and Coke for you. He handed you the cup, your fingers brushing as you grabbed the sticky red plastic. Your heart sped up as your whole body felt a burst of heat and electricity. You tried to brush it off. 

“Thanks, Ed,” You shouted over the music as he nodded softly at you, a smile on his lips. 

You took a sip, determined to let loose and forget this impending tornado of feelings swirling in you. You could be calm. You could let go. 

Eddie grabbed himself a beer, smiling at you and pointing to turn your attention towards Robin and Steve, the two clearly already intoxicated. They were dressed like Doc Brown and Marty, Robin amusingly dressed as the doctor (though she had removed the wig and was twirling it in the air it seemed) and Steve dressed as Marty, puffer jacket and all. You laughed, waving at them. Robin waved, and elbowed Steve to wave back. 

Jonathan and Argyle appeared then, dressed as Cheech and Chong. Jonathan smiled at Eddie as Argyle nodded at the two of you. 

“Killer costumes, dudes. No one appreciates campy horror these days,” He mused, taking a sip of his soda. 

Jonathan furrowed his brows and shook his head, clearly not as aware of the reference to your costumes as Argyle. He was about to open his mouth when Steve and Robin came up. Steve slung his arm around Jonathan’s shoulder while holding his half empty cup in the other hand, grinning. 

“Wassup guys? I- I had a little too mu-much,” Steve hiccuped, grinning. 

You laughed softly, covering your mouth with your hand. Steve could be a bit of a worrywart and mother hen, so it was nice to see him let loose on these occasions. 

“Hey-hey….psst….Roomie!,” Steve frantically whispered to Eddie, causing Eddie to grin a bit. 

“Yes, roomie?,” Eddie teased, clearly keeping a mental note of the interaction to tease Steve for later. 

“I- I saw that hot girl you’ve been see-ing a bi-bit…here…She was over t-there,” Steve slurred, lifting a weak finger to point behind you. 

You felt your stomach churn. Eddie had been seeing someone? You knew he hooked up with plenty of people before but had put a pause on it for a bit. You looked up to Eddie out of the corner of your eye, seeing his face pale a bit as he faked a laugh, eyes guarded as he tried to change the subject. Was he hiding a girl from you? Something serious? Your heart raced as you felt as though a thorned vine wrapped around it, squeezing and puncturing it, your mind going through every scenario. 

While lost in your thoughts, Steve lost his footing and slipped from Jonathan's grip, losing his hold on his drink. The bright pink liquid mostly splattering on your shirt, making you come to your senses while also feeling anxiety bubble up and tears sting the back of your eyes,. 

“Oh-Oh Bu-bug I’m soo sorry, I-,” Steve blubbered, eyes wide in panic as he looked at you and you felt your walls come up. You needed to get out of here. 

“It’s okay. I’m just gonna go clean up,” You said softly to the group, eyes with a blank stare as you pushed through the crowd to go upstairs. 

You happened upon a miraculously empty bathroom, entering and wetting a towel while dabbing at the bright blue shirt, actions getting more frantic as your vision began to blur. You began to feel your hands shake as you sobbed softly, 

You were a fool. 

Girls like you didn’t get Eddie Munson. Girls like you didn’t get dates, period.  You studied and worked snitchy jobs and lost sleep over not pleasing people. You avoided new things and never stepped out of your comfort zone. You pinpointed every flaw in the mirror until it was all you could see. Boys like Eddie Munson knew nothing but kindness and courage, building a thick skin, and women pinning and giggling after them. Eddie Munson knew adventures and spontaneity, he knew dates with people and sudden hookups. Hell, he knew sorority girls. 

You leaned over the bathroom counter, the sobs wracking your body now as you lost control. You felt your insides twist and turn and pull. You were a lost cause. You couldn’t lose your friendship, but you felt the feelings pouring out of your skin and bones, shattering your insides. 

You sobbed more, scratching your throat raw, your whole body aching with pain. 

It hurt. Knowing you were not enough. 

You should’ve known it was coming, as it did always, but you felt it so deeply now that you wouldn’t soon forget. 

You sobbed until there were no more tears left, hands gripping the counter as you looked up to assess the damage. Your bright blue eyeshadow and liner were now muddy splotches on your face, swirling colors. You sighed, wetting the towel again, going to scrub off the evidence, your heart sinking. 

You’d have to put walls up. You wouldn’t give up Eddie. Just…be more realistic. 

You scrubbed until your face was rubbed raw and felt warm from all the friction of the scratchy guest bathroom towel, your mind and heart too fresh with pain to consider the germs. You splashed some water on your face before beginning to head down, 

You headed down the stairs when you spotted it in the dark corner of the crowded room.

Eddie. And a petite blonde.

She was giggling at something he said as they talked, her hand on his arm. She was dressed as a cheerleader, the costume clearly a real uniform from her days in high school. Eddie was speaking animatedly with her, clearly unaware of your current state. 

You raced down the stairs, dodging bodies as you zoomed past Argyle, barely hearing him call out as you rushed out the building, heading outside to the cold and lonely air. 

Fuck Halloween.

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[nohoney]

im still thinking of roommate! Touya

roommate! Touya that’s also kind of your plug when you ask for goodies when you’re about to go to a concert or attend a house party

roommate! Touya that agrees to vacuum the apartment since you hate that chore so much as long as you take garbage out & bring it in since he hates that chore so much

roommate! Touya who smokes a joint before he joins you to go grocery shopping and puts an annoyingly large amount of snacks in the shopping cart

roommate! Touya who has it good with the local smoke shop guy and comes back with a bunch of edibles and chocolate shroom bars when he was just gonna go buy a pack of menthols and one fruity vape for you

roommate! Touya that keeps a spare pair of your sneakers in his car for when you get tired of wearing your heels that are more for looks than comfort

roommate! Touya always makes sure to have his favorite black hoodie washed and cleaned for when you inevitably seek it out after another shitty date

roommate! Touya who hangs around you while you wash your sex toys in the bathroom sink and points out which ones are his favorite to use on you

roommate! Touya who is happy to receive a pair of your panties from you so that he thinks of you while he’s away visiting his family

roommate! Touya who just ends up FaceTiming you in his childhood bedroom and says that he misses so you should show him your tits so that he knows what he’s coming back to

roommate! Touya who’s happier than he’d like to admit coming back to you taking a nap in his bed

[stardust-sunset]

Please let me know if this is too weird..but what do you think the guys would smell like? LOL not in a creepy way but in like a general scent/fav cologne type way. So many fics describe Kyle as smelling like vanilla and I just don’t get that? He is a sandlewood-pine guy to me. I think Stan would be specifically the charcoal scent from old spice and weed. Idk it just fits him. Kenny is axe body spray and cigarettes for sure. Cartman has some expensive scent like sauvage that he scammed someone into giving him for free

Lol, not weird at all!

Everyone says Cartman would smell like body odor and cheesy poofs but y’know what? ai don’t see that. His mom taught him good hygiene. And also I feel like he’s into stuff like soaps and perfumes. If anything Cartman would smell like vanilla. He would either smell like some weird as soap like ‘cotton candy mango bliss’ or he would smell like a vape because he probably wears perfume/has all these fruity ass soaps he loves.

Stan would smell like Axe to me. He would probably be that one fucker in the locker room who douses himself with Axe because he wants to cover the smell of weed from his father’s farm. He probably has a little hint of like…burning smell because I feel like he would smoke in high school. He smokes cigarettes tho, none of the newer stuff.

Kyle has always smelled like pine to me ngl. Maybe it’s because pine is one of my favorite scents but like…I dunno. He just strikes me as the kind of guy who would smell like pine. Probably because he likes to go for runs (in high school at least, I don’t wanna hear the “B-BuT hE sAiD hEs NoT OuTdOoRsY!’ that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like…run outside? But yeah. He smells like pine because he runs around in the forest for exercise. He would probably also smell like his mom’s cooking ngl.

Kenny…he would honestly smell pretty bad ngl. Cigarettes, burning wood, motor oil, body odor, chemicals from cleaning dishes…it’s one hell of a smell. I feel like once his friends start noticing that like…he can’t afford to shower, he would be brought over to either Kyle or Butters’ homes. They probably end up buying him whatever soap he wants. He gives me the vibe that he would like citrus smells. So Id say his early teenage years when hes working like eight jobs, he would smell like the things listed before. After that into his later years he kinda smells more like citrus and burning wood.

Thanks for asking, anon!

[astrum-aetherium]

what do you think the greek class would think of vapes?

amusingly, i’ve already discussed this topic at astounding length with my friends, lol. something about embedding that pretentious, out-of-touch, aesthetically focused group into a modern framework is just so incredibly comical. let’s break it down.

i mean, all of them are already heavily addicted to all those other things that harm your body: cigarettes, alcohol, excessive medication… you name it. i think we’re all fooling ourselves in thinking that they would be opposed to vaping because it’s a generally new, modern concept, and doesn’t exactly fit into the aesthetic category of dark academia. they could be against indulging in them, of course, but then again, it’s nicotine. in a dire moment, none of them would say no (saying this as a smoker who would never decline a vape at a dire time). except maybe henry (for obvious reasons) or bunny who would be convinced the government was putting something in those things to establish mind control, or something.

charles would be the main consumer of them all. he would have a vape or two on him at all times, all disposables because he doesn’t give a fuck. flavor-wise, he’s a watermelon or green apple kind of guy. but he’ll take anything. if you smell that sickly sweet chemical vapor, you just know the vape is coming from his nose or mouth. he’d be addicted, for sure. i’m talking throwing tantrums when his last one runs dry or he can’t find it in his pocket kind of addicted. a literal child with a pacifier.

let’s face it, and i’m just going to say it: richard would want to consume, but he wouldn’t have the money for it. therefore i think he’d just sneak singular ones of charles’ into his pockets when he isn’t looking. stealing whatever he can get his hands on and then hiding it in his sleeve like a teenager to take a hit so charles wouldn’t notice. or: charles would feel charitable and just give him one of his out of the kindness of his heart (given that there is a corner store selling them nearby so he can stock back up).

camilla is a strawberry/raspberry/grape flavor type of girl. however, i do see her with a watermelon vape as well, probably one charles got her because he thought she would like the same thing he does. she wouldn’t be as heavily addicted; she would still prefer cigarettes (henry’s influence). still, she would be hitting 100%. i mean, her brother would be the main consumer of the group. she’d have a vape of her own on her at all times.

aesthetically, i wanna say francis wouldn’t indulge, but then again, who are we kidding. he defended cigarettes saying they’re good for you and doctors are just gaslighting us about their harm. he would definitely vape. oh, and how he would love the sweet, fruity taste. however, he’d get tired of it fast, so i definitely see him always having two polar opposite vapes on him, large (like one of those walkie-talkie-looking ones) and refillable: one of them almost strangely sweet, like bubblegum or cotton candy, and then a plain, nicotine-flavored one. like an upper and a downer. it’d be a constant mix.

i can see henry yielding to the convenience of vapes despite all aesthetic objections. of course, he’d still predominantly smoke, but he would have his trusted little vape concealed in the pocket of his coat or in his bag for emergencies. he would definitely be the type of person with a refillable, plain-flavored one, though. the one you take a hit of out of curiosity and immediately regret it because it tastes like sewer water and burns your throat. and then he has the audacity to say he enjoys it. everyone would roll their eyes at him because the fruity, sweet taste is part of the experience — an experience he obviously wouldn’t want!

as i said, bunny would be opposed to vapes for political reasons. his parents or brothers will have told him some bullshit propaganda lie about vapes and he’d think they make you grow a new limb or funnel surveillance chips into your brain or something. he would 110% be the type of guy to yell about how bad they are, only to tearfully beg for a hit when he’s drunk and then mysteriously “lose” it when you ask for it back and then proceed to empty that shit out on the same night. the full cartridge. definitely the hypocritical kind of consumer. annoying as hell and always preaching when he’s very much indulging behind closed doors.

bonus addition: judy would vape like it’s nobody’s business. her dorm room would constantly be enshrouded in vapor. one hit after the other, no-longer-can-walk-up-the-stairs-without-heaving sort of addiction. she would definitely have a refillable one, cherry-flavored mainly but also a venturer into blueberry ice. she’d yell at you for using disposables, saying how bad it is for the environment, too. giving you shop recommendations where you could get refillables. a very conscious girl.

[broz0neglitters]

Brozone Smoking Headcanons + Poppy & viva

Warning: Smoking cigarettes/Vaping/Smoking joints/Weed pens mention

Disclaimer: I do not encourage my followers to start smoking or vaping is not suitable for you and is not worth it. I quit vaping about two months ago, and I am Vape Free; Although I never smoked cigarettes or anything, I was highly addicted to vaping, and it became a bad habit I started having damage lungs to the point where I couldn’t breathe and started having health problems. Anyways if you do smoke or vape, I would encourage you to think twice and maybe put some thought into it I’m not bashing anyone who smokes or vape this message was just a reminder not to do it because it was base on my personal experiences I hope you guys understand where I'm coming from and please stay safe smoking + Vapes kills people I lost a couples of friends and family members because of vaping and smoking <3 stay safe...

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John Dory:

-Super old school he dosen't know how to use a weed pen or a vape when branch offer him his Flum pebbles blueberry mint Vape john took a puff but he started coughing super badly

-Cigarette is john dory best friend

-John dory smoke almost every day even when he was alone for the past 20+ years

-His brothers hates the smell of it but to john dory he likes it

-Branch always tells john to vape is better but is not any different

-John hates Vape flavor b/c is fruity

-John will sometimes puff floyd weed pen and joints if he wanted too

Bruce:

-He's a father now he dosen't smoke or vape that much anymore... But it all change....

-Still owns his old School Vape (Back in his boy band days he would vape with a couple of his friends)

-When he is with his brothers he would smoke joints and vape

-He likes branch Vape so much that he told branch to get him one and it was the Geek bar pulse vape which was frozen blackbery fab

-Bruce would hide it from his wife and kids he would sneak off some where during his break and take a vape break

-Bruce is addicted to vaping now he couldn't stop

-But Bruce will slowly start to limit himself and hide his vape where he can't get to it

-Only use his vape when he sees his bros or at a party

Clay:

-He will hook you up with joints and weed pens he has it all

-Biggest Joint smoker

-owns lots of joints he has a box full of it

-His brothers call him the joint dealer or joint smoker

-Just like john dory hates vape cause of their fruity smells but he dosen't mind the flavor weed vape

-Gave his weed pen to floyd cause he smoke joints 24/7

-Clay introduce his brothers to joints

-Clay tried vaping but hates it he was coughing and saying that it was too fruity and sweet for his taste

Floyd:

-Owns a weed pen because clay gave it to him he also owns a Vape which was a Geek bar pulse vape Pink Lemonade he dosen't use his vape that often cause he is hook with his weed vape

-Floyd weed pen is flavor so when clay gave it to floyd is flavor so is Lemon haze weed pen vape

-Gets high easily

-Also is a fan of joint smoking would always ask clay for a couple of joints when ever they see each other again

-Floyd would buy anyone Vape/weed pen etc if they ask nicely but do pay him back

-Has a vaping problem

-Always using his weed pen/vape 24/7

Branch:

-Poppy introduce him to vaping she got him a flum pebbles blueberry mint and he was hook on it

-Can also smoke weed pen but he use floyd weed pen

-Like floyd has vaping problem 24/7

-Brought Bruce the Geek bar pulse vape which was frozen blackbery fab

-Branch owns another vape which was the vape pens; maybe the non flavor ones

Poppy & Viva:

-Both of the sister own a vape which was flum poppy has the peach icy and viva has the berrymelon icy

-Both sisters would sometimes use each-other vape from time to time and they would hide it from their father

-Poppy introduce branch to vaping

-Both sister has a vaping problem they feel the rush after one puff

-They both can't handle weed pen and joints

-They like vaping better because of the fruity taste

-Both sister plan on getting different vape flavors and collecting them all

-They like to taste different flavor vape

-Do expect them to ask you "Ooo is that a new flavor vape can I please try?" once they like that flavor they will ask where you got it and buy it

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[trashbag-baby666]

Curtis Biddick HS au HC’s!!!

MOTA Masterlist!

•Curt comes from a single mom and a younger brother but they’re like lowkey super poor like they live in a one bedroom apartment and Curt sleeps on the couch and his mom and brother share the room.

•Curt is a HOE he is a man of the streets.

•he’s gotten around with most of the football team.

•One time he had an STD scare and buck drove him to the clinic to get tested.

•He fr runs the evening shift at the Taco Bell because their manager quit

•Curt is a stoner he’s always got carts on him occasionally he’ll mooch a joint off of Gale.

•He does blinkers for fun

•He’s the ‘I know a guy’ guy

•he’s buddies with the guy who works at the vape shop so they’ll sell to him

•He may be little but MANS IS POWERFUL!!!

•His tackles in football are lethal fr

•he’s also a scrappy little fighter fr like the amount of fight videos Bucky has of him…

•He’s usually with Buck and Bucky most the time.

•They drive around together for fun

•Buck does not let him vape in his car he cannot stand the smell of the fruity vapes.

•Buck also does not condone any of his friends vaping.

[70eeznutz]

every squad got the

reality show host

fruity reality show co host

rival reality show host

crybaby

demon from hell

the one who vapes

little goody two shoes

chill as fuck

the himbo

eats people’s skin

cottagecore recluse

convicted criminal

two homies in a trenchcoat

guy that never shows up

the living embodiment of autism

5 identical looking guys

[vapehk1]

The Ultimate Guide to Blue Razz Elf Bar Vape: A Burst of Flavor

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[leam1983]

Consumer Analytics

So. All three of us want to get back into occasional outdoors vaping, and my old vape mod is absolutely fucking DOA. Hopped on by my old store - of course my old model is out of stock and I had to splurge for a new entry-level kit - and the delivery tracking app has, um, weird ideas about the kind of consumer I am.

If it could talk, the Shop app would've said Hey brah, we noticed you bought a sick vape mod - wanna double-dip with some Creatin powder for those Vape n' Gains? Hey, hey - we know you're forty, y'want some totally-serious prostate supps?

I mean - I get it. There's a market for the Under Armor-obsessed health nut who looks like Chris Evans if the guy smoked ten packs a day, and especially a market for the health nut who wants to dip into herbals before Canada craters these things' legal status - but I don't fit in it. I've always vaped zero-nicotine PGP with some fruity flavor slapped on (fruity in every sense, fnur fnur fnur), mostly to have a social crutch to play with while Walt pulls on his pipe or Sarah has her daily joint.

Plus, prostate supps? All this reminds me is that I'm now due for telling my GP that I'd like to start the fuuun tradition of all health-conscious middle-aged men that involves sticking a camera where the sun don't shine...

[zeravmeta]

oh to be just some guy followed by all manner of maniacs for your legendary sword collection while being terrorized by a fruity vaping duck who follows you specifically so he can troll said maniacs at your expense

[bermansimon]

Kate Schmidt/female reader

Request

dayy-dreamerrs

dude i have literally no ideas but queer!kate bc im attached to her and im fruity 😩

(sorry this took so long I hope u enjoy!!)

The second Kate passed you the cheerleading outfit, your mind fell into a blissful daze. Briefly, your hands grazed against each other. 

Your pink, increasingly red cheeks didn’t go unnoticed to Kate. Her soft smile made yours only grow, until there is a cough from Simon across the room, smirking at the two of you. 

“Eat shit,” Kate growls, promptly showing her middle finger to him as you stand there, amused. “Sorry, Y/N. Feel free to change in the bathroom, let me know if you need any help and I'll come find you.” 

She smiles, before walking away to Simon. 

You stand there for a moment, watching her, before rushing away to the female bathroom as directed. You laid your backpack on the closed toilet seat, before stripping down your clothes and easily sliding into the blue costume. It hugged your body in a way you hoped Kate’s eyes would stay on you. 

After shoving your previously worn clothes into your backpack, you walked out of the stall and stared in the mirror. The zip at the back wasn’t closed, your pink bra underneath revealed to the other girls scattered around the bathroom. Girls who were too busy smoking, vaping or purely gossiping to notice you were asking for help. 

You sigh, throw your coat on over the outfit, before walking towards the gym once again. This time, all eyes on you. All mouths motioning your name. 

“Kate?” You call out quietly. 

Suddenly, the dark-haired girl jumped out from behind the bleachers, Simon following behind her. She gives you a smile and rushes towards you. 

“You look great!” She beams, “Have you zipped up?” 

“No, I...” Your face went pink, “None of the girls in the bathroom would help me so I just came back here - is that okay? I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologise, Y/N.” 

“Okay...” 

You drop your bag and coat onto the ground, before facing the opposite way from Kate. Your eyes are shut. One of her hands rest on your hip, pulling the outfit down and she uses the other hand to push up the zip. 

Once ready, she spins you around and places her hands on your shoulders, your faces just inches apart. 

Kate senses your anxiety, and lowers her arms, “Everything will be okay. Are you nervous about starting cheerleading? It’s really not overly complex.” 

“No, I’m nervous about you..do you think people will judge me?” You end up saying, before covering your embarrassed face. Standing close to you, was Kate. The girl you’ve adored admired for months on end, and you were expressing your concerns about getting bullied. 

Unexpectedly, Kate didn’t laugh. Instead, she wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her chin on your shoulder. “Nobody will judge me when I'm with you. if they do, I’ll murder them.” 

You laugh, “You would murder them for me?” 

“Of course. I would do anything for one of my cheerleaders - we’re like a family now,” Kate pulls away enough for your faces to meet, her hands are still resting on your waist as she smiles at you, “And for the record, I doubt anyone would talk bad about you wearing that. Seriously, you’re making me question myself right now - you look beautiful, Y/N.” 

The bell rang, and you internally thanked it. You and Kate parted ways after sharing one last hug, you couldn't find the words to say anything else. Looking down, you could see your hands were shaking nervously. You take a deep breath - maybe two - before walking in the direction of your next class. 

Everyone was wrong. Kate was seen as heartless, but you knew that was far from the truth. At your audition, when you accidentally tripped over, Kate helped you remain focused and you finished without a second mistake. She helped you with your outfit, made you smile and complimented you so much your knees literally went weak. 

Sitting in geometry, you could see Kate a few rows away. Apparently you shared more classes then you originally thought. Between you sat Deena, who was too preoccupied scribbling notes and sketches back and forth with Sam to notice anything else occurring during the class. 

They came out as a couple the previous year. You almost cried when it happened - because someone was like you. And if Kate stayed friends with them before and after, she had to support that, right? 

Possibly even be apart of that community, you thought to yourself. 

“Y/N,” Kate whispered from her desk, she passed Deena a note, which Deena gave to you with a smirk. 

Your face heats up as you open the note, reading ‘bleachers. 7 - Kate <3′ 

The butterflies in your stomach grow when you look up and see her blowing you a kiss. From the back of your mind you wondered if she was simply being a tease - that she somehow found out about your secret crush and enjoyed pushing you around. Except, her sincere smile made you remember this was Kate, she isn’t a bad person. She’s beautiful and smells like sweet lemons. 

So, you gave her a nod, wordlessly agreeing you would be there. 

- 

You sat on the bench while the cheerleaders danced. Considering it was only your first day - you decided against participating in the big game. Primarily because you were scared of humiliation, but also because you wanted everything to go perfectly for Kate. 

The game is still in progress, twenty minutes remain and you’re sitting under the bleaches as directed, a warm hot chocolate resting in your palms. 

it’s 7:06 and zero sign of Kate. 

Embarrassment infused you when you saw another couple making themselves comfortable metres away, practically dry-humping each other as you sat and drank your warm drink. You decided to wait a few more minutes before you left, when it reaches 7:15 you promised yourself to walk away. 

And by the time 7:15 reached, you were walking out of the bleaches with tears filling up your eyes - she led you on because she had the advantage. 

“Y/N?” A voice, one defiently belonging to Kate called out. 

You looked around and saw her, “What?” 

As a disguise, she wore an oversized jumper, a cap and baggy pants. You barely noticed it was her - but by looking at her pretty smile, it was obvious. 

“I’m sorry I was late, coach was upset,” She walked closer towards you, and sat down on the ground, patting the spot beside her, “And I was getting changed into these clothes...I didn’t want anyone to see me.” 

“Why?” You ask, “Are you...embarrassed of me? Are you embarrassed to be friends with me?” 

Kate tilts her head and frowns, “You know that’s not it. I’m not embarrassed of you, Y/N. I’m...embarrassed of myself. Everybody knows people only come down here to be with the person they like.” 

You stay quiet. 

She continues, “And I like you...I barely know you, but I've seen you. In class, you're always so observant and smart. And when you got nervous talking to me I realised that maybe you're like me - so I made my move. And I showed up late, which I'm sorry for, but I just...I like you a lot.” 

“Do you really?” You smile softly, “Because I like you - a lot - but I don’t want to say anything in case this is some sick prank.” 

Instead of responding, Kate holds the back of your head with her hand and pushes your lips together. It’s soft, unlike the last few guys you've kissed, Kate’s lips weren't chapped or picked at. They're smooth and taste like cherry lip gloss, which she undoubtably uses. 

Kate pulls away, “I'm not interested in girls.” 

You frown, “Then why are you kissing me? Didn't you just confess?” 

Kate smiles, and tucks a loose strand of her behind her ear, “I did, and I like you. I’m not...interested in labelling myself. I’m giving you a warning, I’m not ready for this - for us - to be public. So, if you’re not interested in being a secret for however long...tell me now.” 

Despite how often you've dreamt about walking down the hallway with Kate’s hand holding your own - you remember what it’s like to be afraid of judgement. So, you press one last kiss to her cheek, “I would love to be your secret.” 

“You would?” 

“Yes.”