#fucking think twice before you throw out your opinions on people

[scarletwinterxx]

start of something new - jaemin scenario

so.... i still can't believe he sent this on bbl😂 my whole tl was in chaos and now we're here

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"Hey come look, do you think I should send this?" Jaemin taps his phone on your back, calling your attention.

You didn't even think twice before looking over at what he's showing, but it's Jaemin. You'd be a fool to expect anything normal from him.

"What the fuck, Jaem. Why would you show me that?"

"Why not?" he asks back

"I'd rather not know what you're sending to your latest conquests, thank you very much" you mumble, going back to what you were doing but failing to focus.

Only a fool would not notice the change in Jaemin's physique. He changed from being this lanky quiet guy to his sexy muscular mysterious dude.

Damn Na Jaemin and his sexiness.

But it's Na Jaemin, the very same Jaemin you've been friends with for forever. Sexy would be the last thing you'd call him.

"But I trust your opinion, of course I'd ask you. Isn't that what friends are for?"

You're seriously three seconds away from smacking him on the head, turning to look straight at him again. "Exactly, we're friends. Everyone already thinks we're sleeping together" you mumbled

He hears you though, turning his phone off to give his full attention to you. It's true he heard the rumors going around the two of you, even though he's seen in public with other girl or girls. A lot of your acquaintances still thinks something is going on between the two of you.

And he may or may have not also said you're the prettiest girl on campus. It happened during a party and Haechan asked the question to which he answered with your name loud and clear without even missing a beat. You didn't know about it until now, he'd probably never tell you because he's too scared to ruin what you have.

Does he think about kissing you? yes. Maybe once or twice, but that's still too many times to think about kissing your bestfriend than normal.

"Earth to Jaemin" you wave a hand infront of his face

"Does that make you uncomfortable?" he asks, crossing his arms. He didn't miss the way your eyes look at his arms for a quick second, smirking but quickly hiding it.

"What?"

"That people think we're sleeping together"

You choked on air, hitting your chest a few times while trying to process what he said. The words sleeping and together is not something you envisioned ever talking to Jaemin about.

"I- uh- like- the fuck am I suppose to answer to that?"

"Yes or no, I can tell them to stop if it's making you uncomfortable" he tells you

"And if I say no, what would that even mean?

He raises a brow at you, chuckling at your flustered state. "Alright, I'll stop now" he laughs, earning a hit on the arm from you.

"I hate you" you grumbled, throwing the closest thing to you which was a cat plushie he gave you.

From that moment on something changed. At first you thought it was just Jaemin being Jaemin but he's been more touchy with you. Of course he's still very respectful, but he would always have a hand on your back when you're in crowded places. Like that time you attended an event on campus, he was standing right behind you the entire time. At some point you felt his hands rest on your waist, choosing not to say anything about it.

You also noticed he's on his phone less, and if he is he's just talking to Jeno or Renun or texting you really. You haven't heard any new news about his latest conquest.

"Okay, something's wrong and you're not telling me" you told him

Currently, the two of you are in his room hanging out.

"What do you mean?" he asks, "You, something's wrong. Are you sick?" you ask back, putting your hand on his forehead

"And why would you think that?"

"Because you're not being very Jaemin right now, I haven't heard you speak about any other girl for weeks. Just last Friday night during the party you said no to that girl who was offering you a drink. The Jaemin I know would've charmed her pants off but you just brushed her off" you told him,

He smiles, resting back on the headboard as he listens to you

"What? Why are you smiling like that?"

"I was with you during that party, I got you drinks remember"

"I do remember, you won't leave my side. Are you sure you're okay?" you ask again, this time leaning closer to look at him straight in the eyes. Jaemin gulps at the close proximity. Right now your hands are resting on each side of him on the bed, he's trying so hard to keep his focus on you but he can't help but glance at your lips.

"I'm ehem I'm good"

You take one look at him again before going back to sitting beside him, Jaemin releasing the breath he was holding.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong right?" you ask, this time your voice was softer. Jaemin takes your hand that was closest to him, holding it in his. "Of course, I promise"

"I think he's in love with you"

"No he's not"

"Well either that or he's going celibate, because I have not seen that man with any other girl besides you. Like literally" your friend tells you, her statement making you even more confused.

If it really is the truth, you refuse to face it until he's literally screaming it at you. You'd rather live with the what ifs than make things awkward between you and Jaemin because of your wrong assumptions.

Just then you get a text from him, speaking of the devil. He's telling you to come over for dinner and to help him with some coursework.

"Is that him?"

"What? It's just Jaemin. He texted" you mumbled, gathering your things

"Yea exactly, you have this smile on whenever he texts you"

"No, I do not"

"Yes you do, but we can argue about it later after the two of you finally kissed then I can tell you I told you so" she says then bids you goodbye.

You then make your way to Jaemin's apartment, knocking a few times and when he didn't answer you punch the code in letting yourself in.

"Jaem?" You call out, when you didn't get an answer you walked to the kitchen to get yourself a bottle of water. After you closed the fridge door, your soul felt like it left your body

"What the fuck" you shouted, getting scared by Jaemin

"Sorry" he laughs, holding both hands up "I didn't hear you, I was in the shower"

You can tell, he's literally shirtless in front of you. Your eyes wander before snapping back to his eyes, "Shirt, is that not a thing now?" you ask him, passing by to sit on the living room couch. Jaemin laughs before walking back to his room to get a shirt.

"What are we doing again?" you ask when he takes the seat beside you

"I just need help revising my paper, then we can get dinner then maybe make out"

"Sure sounds good- wait what?!"

You look over at Jaemin, seeing the big smile on his face. You hit him with the pillow a few times while he laughs, "You're so dumb" you grumble, slumping further on the couch.

To be honest Jaemin didn't mean to say it outloud but he missed you today, you're wearing your usual casual clothes but you look so pretty in his eyes. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to kiss you is winning, disolving any remaining restraint he had.

Not like he was putting up a fight anyways. The moment he knew he liked you more than a friend, he surrendered. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know.

"How about a kiss on the cheek then?" he asks,

"Did you even need help or am I here so you can mess with me" you frown at him and Jaemin almost grabbed you by the face to kiss you.

But instead he just smiles, shaking his head "No, and a little kiss won't hurt anybody"

"Friends don't kiss, Jaemin"

"Then I don't want to be your friend"

"What?" you whisper

From the playful vibe, it's now more serious. Did you really hear him say that? Or was it the voices in your head

"I said maybe I don't want to be just your friend anymore"

"Maybe?"

"Let me rephrase that. Fuck being friends, I want to kiss you and hug you and hold you. I want to do all things friends aren't suppose to do" he says while looking straight at you

"But why??" was all you could reply

"What do you mean why? Because I like you, I've liked you for a while now but I didn't want to say anything because we're friends but I don't think I can keep telling myself that's all I'll ever be to you"

"But you can have any girl you want, any girl would kill to be in this place" you tell him, he shakes his head before answering you

"I don't want any girl, I want you"

There isn't really any manual or textbook that taught you what to say when your friend confess to you. Nothing really prepared you for this moment. Hell you never thought this moment would even come.

"Jaemin, do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yes, and I know it's hard to believe with my trackrecord and all that but I swear I haven't talked to any girl in like months. How could I even try when you're all I can think about. At first I though I was going crazy then I realized I wasn't, I was just falling inlove with my bestfriend. Maybe I am crazy" he mumbles the last part making you laugh lightly. This made Jaemin smile

"Do you hate me now?" he asks

"No, I just don't know what to say. I knew something was up with you I didn't know it was this"

"Just me being in my feels for you" he says, this made you laugh.

"So.. can we make out now?" he jokingly asks, "Ha you gotta take me out on a date first and I don't even know if I'm good at kissing you might not want to go out with me after"

When he didn't reply, you look at him again only to see him staring at you. "What?"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I think I've told you before but I kissed a total of two guys, like one way back in high school then that dude from that party way back. Don't make me say the whole story again, it's embarrasing"

"So like technically I'll be your first kiss?" he asks

"I don't think that's how it works"

"We can make it that, I bet it's not because you don't know how to kiss they just didn't know how to kiss you"

You can feel your cheeks get red upon hearing his words

"Shut up"

"Kiss me then" he tells you, turning sideways to this time he's facing you

"What?"

"Kiss me"

"Didn't you hear me, I don't know how. This is em-" you didn't finish your sentence because his lips are on yours. One hand on the back of your neck while the other holds you from behind, pulling you closer to him.

Jaemin waits for you to kiss him back, each second making his heart drum harder in his chest. Just when he's about to pull away, he feels your lips move against his and he swears you just sent him to his own heaven.

He lets you lead kiss, whatever you're comfortable with. When you pull away from him, he takes this chance to pull you on his lap. Your hands automatically going on his shoulders

"See, that wasn't so bad. They just didn't know how to kiss you" he whispers while staring at your lips, this time it's you who kisses him first. From the quick pecks, the kisses turn into something more. The two of you getting breathless but he can't bring himself to stop. It's like you're his air.

When you pull away to catch your breath, Jaemin takes this chance to kiss your jaw down your neck. Grasping your waist to hold you down, you tilt your head to the side to give him more access.

"Okay we need to pause for a sec or else I'm not going to stop" he tells you but he also still had his lips attached on your skin. Like it was torture to pull away. With one more kiss on your lips, he leans back to look at you.

"Go on a date with me?" he breathes out, you smile at him. Nudging your nose against his and giving his lips another peck, "Only if you say please"

"Pretty please"

You smile down at him then you kiss him again

"Since we're not friends anymore, I'm gonna kiss you again"

[chaifootsteps]

the gender reverse for stella and stolas is a bit more complex when it stops being about how viv writes them and more about the dynamic treated the same way. More specifically in the sense that it would be more noticeable how stereotypical the abuse is for a male aggressor. as the anon thats popped up twice mentioning that stellas portrayal reminded me of how i viewed my mother as a kid (not exact wording, more that it reminded me but anyone that cares enough should get it and if not i am a literal fucking anon it doesnt matter i just want to try and make sure my perspective is clear) who through chai talking about it sort of realized that part of why i didnt notice the red flags with stolas was part shitty writing part it being more similar to a stereotypical female abuser in my mind.

you flip their genders without vivs misogyny and it just turns into your average shitty (in terms of qualiy and messaging) abuse story in my opinion. especially since the arranged marriage aspect can easily be used to set up two people who hate eachother outright and are mutably abusive to one another before they even hit their one year anniversary of knowing eachother in person let alone being together as an actual couple. its just poorly put together in general, all vivs misogyny does is make it so its not going to be a relationship that everyone would immediately recognize as physically abusive behind the scenes off camera. because people dont like acknowledging female abusers physical or otherwise unless its spelt out in capitals for them and even then some will declare its impossible for a man to ever be the victim and pretend that a female abuser can only exist in a lesbian relationship.

the shortest way i can think to describe a genuine gender swap, not one tainted by "wOmAn EvIl", would be that it takes away the one thing that makes them stand out among other poorly written abuse story couples, which also speaks to the lack of willingness on vivs part to write them better as an exploration into the themes as well. its infuriating to think about.

Flip it around and it's your very standard "Girl is abused and sad, guy is monster" story, but even that would see a wrench thrown into the mix by the fact that it neither of them wanted this and it was planned since they were children. That throws an element of tragedy over both of them, even a hypothetical male Stella who's basically feathery Gaston.

But of course, Viv would never treat that male Stella the way she treats regular Stella. No sad man is ever completely to blame, not in Viv's eyes.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

what are gym buddies up to? more late night showers in the gym together?

Great question! Let's check in on them shall we.

Warnings for swearing(obvs) some hand stuff and my early morning brain not working.

"Wow, look at you go," Jason cheers as you take off infront of him, "almost as fast as I am," he runs to catch upto you, "But you'll never best me. I'm way too fast."

"Yeah and your legs are twice the size of mine," you joke as you stop by a water fountain to take a drink, "that makes no difference at all, right?"

"Correct," Jason's stands behind you his eyes drinking in your ass in those tight af leggings while your bent over, "Heaps of people that are smaller than me are faster," he shrugs, "you just aren't one of them."

"Fuck off," you splash him, "name one."

"Tim," he starts counting on his fingers, "Cassie, Dami, Grayson, shit even Alfred could outrun you, I reckon."

"Is that what you think?" You glare at him, "that your honest opinion?"

"You know it." He smiles, "you could never catch me."

"Then you better start running Todd."

"And, why is that?"

"Because when I catch you I'm going to fucking murder you."

Jason spins on his heels, taking off into the park, "good luck, slow poke." He yells, heading down the path, his curls flowing out behind him as he runs.

"Asshat." You mutter, giving him a moments head start as you stretch out your legs. He zips around a corner and you're off. Your legs pumping hard, your eyes watching his pretty ass giggle while you chase him through the nest of trees.

"See I'm too fast." He calls back to you, moving quicker and putting more distance between you.

He's staying on the path, so you run to your left, trying to funnell him into the garden that's at the end. Picking up the pace you're almost upon him, he's too focused on forward that he doesn't notice you creeping up behind him. That you've almost got him.

You jump, tackling him to the ground as he trips and falls into the hedge that outlines the tiny garden.

"Oh no," he says sarcastically, "you caught me," his hands wrap around your middle, pulling you on for a kiss, "how awful," he kisses you again, his hand slipping down to cup your ass, "whatever shall I do?"

"Say that I'm fast," you puh as his chest, "that I'm faster than Tim."

"But that would be a lie," his hand dips from your ass to between your legs, "and I would never lie."

You roll your eyes, your hips with a mind of their own already grinding down onto his palm, "what will it take- ah - what will it take?"

"Go on a real date with me."

"Is this not a date?" You ask panting as he works his hand his thick palm digging into your clit.

"No," he starts to kiss down your sweaty neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point, "I wanna take you out and show you off."

"Show me off?" Your chest presses into his as his hand move faster.

"I want everyone to see me with the prettiest little bitch in gotham."

"I -" he moves his hand away and you whine at the loss, you're so close.

"Agree, it doesn't have to be big, like a gala or nothing," he starts to litter kisses on your cheeks, "just let me come to a game and take you out after."

"And if I don't?" You wonder, he's never shown any interest in wanting to see you play before, you start to wonder what's changed. Why now?

"Then you don't get to cum any more." He cuts off your thoughts, his hand cupping your aching pussy.

"Fine." You give in with a huff, "one game and dinner after," you start to squirm as a stick digs into your ass, "but you better fuck me so good after, that I can't play for a week."

"Good girl," his hand starts to move, his fingers pressing your leggings up into your core. His palm grinding down on your clit, while his teeth nip at your neck, "now be a good girl and cum in this bush for me."

"Jason," you reach up to his shoulder, gripping it so tight to keep yourself still, "feels- ouch!" You pull the stick away thats been poking at you, laughing as you throw it back into the park.

"So that's it." He smiles down on you, an evil look simmering in his eyes.

"What?" You reply, trying not to sound deflated as your orgasm slips further and further away.

"I ask you out and you finally got the stick out of your ass about it."

"Oh," you raise your eye brows at him, "oh, really," you sit up on your elbows as Jason slowly starts to back away, "is that it, is it?"

"Babe, it was a joke," he slips onto his knees, his eyes not moving from your face as you smirk at him.

"You better run Todd and this time, hope I don't fucking catch you."

[sombersynth]

STEDDIE FANFICTION REC MASTERPOST PT. 6

Red Eye by Alinafewwords, 65 k, teen “Can I get a hot, medium dirty chai?” “How dirty do you want it?” “Excuse me?” Steve Harrington is a struggling college student. Eddie Munson is a hot barista. Somehow things will work out.

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by OonionChiver, 139.1 k, explicit ‘I think,’ Steve says slowly, reaches for Eddie’s abandoned, untouched beers. ‘You don’t know me very well.’ ‘I don’t know you at all, man. I don’t really want to.’ Steve’s throat works. It’s subtle, but Eddie sees it. He hides it with a swig of beer, but when he sets it down, his smile isn’t quite so bright. Twice as sharp, though. ‘The self-centred asshole who can only be decent to a single human being, I get it. It works for you.’ Then he takes a thick, heavy breath. The alcohol is hitting him, Eddie can tell. ‘And I am being civil. I’m here, aren’t I? You have any idea how hard it is for me to be here?’ ‘In a bar?’ Steve doesn’t answer.

It’ll be Fine by Dusk Light (I’m Telling You, Baby) by Anonymous, 14k, teen The van is running, Steve realizes, and Eddie wouldn’t start it if he was just coming out to smoke. It sobers him up almost immediately. “You leaving?” Eddie gives him a smile, sad around the edges where it reaches his eyes, says, “Yeah,” and Steve knows he doesn’t just mean for tonight.

This is Your Home. These Are Your People. by Oaeas, 21.4 k, teen “Your heart’s racing,” Steve noted, quietly. Eddie laughed. It was more of a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his composure. “Stevie,” he whispered, fingers cradling Steve’s side like he was precious. “Yeah, no fucking shit.”

Too Good to be True by Ayes, 45.3 k, explicit When Eddie sees Steve in a gay bar, he decides to seduce him and break his heart as revenge for what an asshole Steve was in high school. Steve, who was only at the bar to support Robin, is taken aback by the attention but finds himself under Eddie’s spell. And Eddie, to his growing unease, discovers that Steve Harrington is actually everything he’s ever wanted.

Sanctuary by SpicedSage, 47.5 k, explicit After Steve Harrington goes missing, Eddie Munson gets exposed to the secret dangers of Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 instead of 1986. Will a different first meeting lead to a change in his fate?

Dirtybadwronggood by 3MinsOver, 8.3k explicit Steve doesn't like Eddie Munson. He's a loud, obnoxious freak. But there's something about him he just can't shake. Maybe Eddie can fuck it out of him.

Everything is Doomed; Nothing Will be Spared by 4MinsOver, 10.3 k, explicit Post vecna-battle, eddie is surprised by a late-night visitor who's looking for comfort in all the wrong places.

Throw Me One by Adure, 41.9 k, explicit Steve and Eddie are friends with benefits with the important caveat - no kissing, ever, under any circumstances; modern AU

Every Ribbon That You Used to Tie Yourself to Me by Judasofsuburbia, 63.7 k, mature “You keep telling yourself that, Eds." “Eds?” “Cute, isn’t it?” Eddie’s breath stops and his chest tightens. He’s never had a friend give him a nickname before. It is cute, which is not cool to say, so of course, Eddie spits out, “No.” Steve smiles and leans forward right into Eddie’s ear. He whispers, “You’ll get used to it.” or: it's summer 1981 and wayne munson has sent a fourteen-year-old eddie to camp in hopes that he can exist like a regular kid for once. eddie meets steve harrington on the bus and the two start an unlikely friendship. hawkins high doesn't know how to deal with that. a supercut into eddie's high school years and how steve continues to orbit him whether he wants him to or not.

Lovesick in Loch Nora by Redoaktree, 62.6 k, mature Even though Eddie's name has been cleared legally, he's still very much on trial in the court of public opinion. Dealing drugs isn't a lucrative occupation anymore, and getting a legitimate job in a town who still considers him a killer isn't much of an option, either. Eddie is beginning to think skipping town and starting over somewhere no one knows his name is the only chance he has left. Steve has another idea. AKA: Steve gets Eddie a job as an anonymous columnist at a local newspaper.

STEVE'S FIRST BRUISE by Cairparavels, 47.2 k, not rated eddie’s new roommate sure does get into a lot of fights. a spider-man!steve story. or 6 bruises of steve’s + 1 of eddie’s.

[heretherebedork]

Hi, just wanted comment on your last last twilight post. Hope it’s ok.

I totally agree with a lot of things you been saying about the last episode and am mostly on the same page, I just think you are a bit to harsh on Day. And I wanna say that my opinion totally depends on what happens next episode.

But I think it’s only human to overreact sometimes when one is hurt. Mhok never mentioned his worries and his troubles to Day, so it makes sense for him not to know about it. And while I also think the break up is a bit to much of an overreaction and I’m also pretty unhappy how the scene played out in general, I can understand Day being unreasonable in the moment and not being able to see past his own feelings and insecurities. It makes him look like an ass, but when one already feels hurt and angry it’s pretty hard to be rational and take the other parties feelings into account. The thing is that once Day has calmed down he has to realise that he fucked up and go and apologise.

And that why it really depends on how the next episode plays out. I think from a writing standpoint it would totally make sense for Day to go talk thinks out with Mhok, just like he did with August and his father.

It would be a total disservice to his character if that didn’t happen, bc he did it twice before and it showed his growth as a character that he confronted the dad without Mhok having to push him to do it.

But if that doesn’t happen Day would just look like a total dick. It would send the message that August and the father deserve more respect and forgiveness for their actions than Mhok. And that’s just fucked up.

I really hate how Mhok gets punished for being traumatised and I hope Day genuinely apologises for his overreaction and they talk about it. If they decide to take a break after that or have a long distance relationship, it would be fine by me either way. Day should get a chance to support Mhok as well and Mhok shouldn’t need to get over his shit alone.

I’m kinda just writing this bc I see so many people hating on Day for not supporting Mhok, when the show never gave him a chance to do it, bc how could he have known. It’s more a writing problem than it is a problem with Day in my opinion. But yeah the scene was so bad it made my skin crawl.

Anyway sry for this whole ass rant. I really love your metas and writing and I hope you have a lovely day.

I will admit it's a writing problem. It's a huge writing problem.

And, maybe you're right, maybe the finale will open with Day going to talk to Mhok the day after because he came to his sense and realized what Mhok was saying and that this can't be the end and the entire preview was just Aof mocking us like he did in Bad Buddy.

But I just can't trust that.

Look, is there a chance that they will start the episode with Day going to talk to Mhok and all the moments we saw in the preview will be something else entirely and feel different and I'll be thrilled.

But just... what a way to throw so much out at the end of the penultimate episode and in a way that left such a bitter taste in my mouth.

If they had shown Day supporting Mhok at any other point in the show... I would feel better about this. I would feel better about it. But there wasn't. There was nothing. Just Mhok being everything for Day and then Day instantly turning on him and kicking him out?

Actually, one of the bigger problems was how they also handled Day's mom because fuck that noise. How did she go from cutting her son off from the world to suddenly being the one who could ~see his independence~. Fuuuck that noise. That makes me trust it a lot less, honestly. Because they handled that so badly.

I'm just... I want to trust Aof and believe that this will turn into something I can at least accept.

But I just can't trust it.

[madtomedgar]

ok my real unpopular jgy opinion is that if i had read the novel first, i would have h a t e d him, specifically because of how the situation with nmj is different. the thing he does in the novel, where he stabs himself to get nmj to drop his guard so he can get away, i fucking hate when people do that shit. my brother used to do that to me when he was mad at me and wanted me to get in trouble. literally would throw himself down the stairs or rip off a scab so he was bleeding, then start bawling his brains out until parents showed up and say i did it, and it always worked.

and then, after that, it makes a lot of sense why nmj doesn’t buy it when jgy is injured, socially, physically, emotionally, and trying to argue for leniency based on his being injured. because the last time this happened, he saw jgy injure himself to make himself more sympathetic, and then took the opening that generated and ran with it. i would not buy someone’s sob story after i watched them do that! it makes sense to look at a similar scenario and think maybe that person is up to something again! and the “oh, but you know How He Is :( he just Won’t Listen :’(” is, again, something I’ve been on the receiving end of, and I hate it when people do that.

however, the cql relationship is immensely sympathetic to me, especially at the time i first watched the show. like. boss who sets you up to fail by putting you in a position of authority that a) makes sense with your skills but b) other people will think is arbitrary and then doing nothing to help you gain the respect of others you need to do your job, and unintentionally undermining you? co-workers blatantly fucking you over because they don’t respect you, and credit for your work and the success you managed to eke out despite everyone else being colossal fuckwads the entire way getting taken by and attributed to others? sometimes the fuckwads in cheif?? and then meanwhile boss is telling you not to complain and occasionally tromping in to make things worse by waving his authority around, instead of doing what you asked which would have actually been helpful?? and when you finally snap and do something about the fuckwads, somehow you are the bad person in this scenario, despite everything that you and your boss both know you have done for him, at great expense to yourself, despite what you both know he owes you?

See that is some good shit. I want to be cql meng yao’s union rep. not only will i buy him a drink and help him hide the body, i will switch his boss’s cologne with poison ivy juice.

And then nmj fixating on him and blaming him for everything for no good reason AFTER JGY SAVES HIS LIFE NOT ONCE BUT TWICE and ALMOST DIES one of those times! and just expecting him to periodically absorb his (very dangerous and painful!) rage like it’s nbd and if jgy has a problem with that it’s further proof it’s all his fault? defending jgy on tumblr is not enough i require a weapon etc.

so like. yeah i know in the novel the music doesn’t start until after the kick and in cql the implication that it does is supposed to make jgy more evil but, a) the implication is weak as shit upon further examination (intentionally? no. but what they did was leave a lot of room for doubt about the whole sequence they present) and more importantly b) because of everything above, i actually think it’s fine and sexy and cool and progressive of jgy to start the evil music before the stairs, because it was clear before that that this was going in that direction, and what nmj puts him through despite everything jgy did for him is enough to drive most people to “ok die then” i think.

[randomthefox]

Okay so Freeza's final form power level being like Three Million at base and One Hundred And Twenty Million at 100% is total bullshit and completely throws off the reasonable perception of the power scaling of the series, but IGNORING THAT SHIT and looking at the rest of the Freeza force on its own, I think it should be recognized that Vegeta was easily the 9th or 10th strongest person in the entire intergalactic Freeza Army. Which ain't nothing to sneeze at.

The average Freeza Soldier was probably in the ballpark of around 1,000, although most of them seemed to be incapable of proper ki control and needed blaster weapons since they weren't able to fire energy blasts of their own. Most of them seem capable of flight though, but fucking so was Dende. For reference Appule had a power level of 1,600.

Raditz had a power level of about 1,200 - 1,600 depending on your source. Makes him average in the scope of the rest of the army, but remember Saiyans have the Oozaru Great Ape form, which is a power level 10x multiplier. So on the night of a full moon Raditz can shoot up to 12,000 which would put him head and shoulders above 99% of the rest of the army. Sure Saibamen also had a comparable power level, but they were genetic experiments who were created in a lab whereas Raditz was all natural. The fact you can create a weapon that can cause as much damage as a single soldier with his bare hands doesn't speak ill of the soldier at all in my opinion.

Nappa had a power level of 4,000 which is a significant enough jump to explain why Raditz would be considered such a lowly shit class warrior compared to the Elite that Nappa and Vegeta represented. And again the Oozaru boost makes for a significant benefit in terms of their status. Oozaru Nappa could have squashed transformed Zarbon.

Vegeta when he was on Earth had a power level of 18,000 which definitely explains why Nappa and most of the rest of the Freeza Army is piss terrified of him. We've jumped to five digits worth of power at this point. And Vegeta isn't just strong he's also smart, he's the one who pointed out to Nappa that just relying on numbers was foolish and that power level alone did not define the Earthlings as a threat. Goku had a reading of 5,000 while he was racing to the scene and he ordered Nappa to kill the rest of the earthlings before he arrived because he knew that Goku would give them a run for their money if he displayed the same capacity for increasing his power level from what the scouter said. So Vegeta is strong AND understands the realities of battle cannot be predicted by a single power number reading.

On the other hand we very shortly thereafter meet Cui, who is stated to be around the same power level as Vegeta at 18,000. We don't know enough about Cui to know if this is typical for his species or if he was a freak of nature on his planet. But we finally meet someone who isn't scared of Vegeta because they're actually on a comparable level, at least before the near death power boost starts factoring in.

Then there's Dodoria who has a power level of 22,000 and Zarbon who has a power level of 24,000. Two individuals aside from Freeza who are EASILY stronger than Vegeta. That's a big deal, but like. It's two people. Out of an army of what could presumably be thousands to millions. Vegeta is still standing pretty good in that hierarchy, tied for 4th place.

Then we meet the Ginyu force and aside from Guldo, the other three members are around 40,000. And Vegeta reacts appropriately to finding out they're arriving on Namek, FOUR dudes who are more than twice as strong as him and Guldo who has weird freaky powers. He probably grumbled under Dodoria and Zarbon, but he was shitting his pants over the Ginyu Force and it seems reasonable why. And Captain Ginyu has a power level of 120,000 (which, like, come the fuck on that's stupid he's more than twice as powerful as everyone else in his squad like fuck off that's officially when the scaling got ridiculous) so for as high an opinion as Vegeta had of himself he was keenly aware of how outclassed AND outnumbered he was by the Ginyu's.

So in terms of ranking, Freeza was at the top, then the four Ginyu members, then Dodoria and Zarbon, THEN Vegeta and Cui. So literally Vegeta is the 8th or 9th strongest member of the entire army, which again presumably could have thousands to millions of soldiers in it. Top 10 out of an ENTIRE ARMY is pretty fucking good. Vegeta definitely would have been recognized and feared by the vast majority of the Freeza Force.

[lemontartyellow]

Uhhhh I feel like talking about Kristen Kringle so I’m gonna do it now.

This isn’t going to be very cohesive, I just felt like talking about my thoughts on her.

First of all, I want to say that she is nowhere near my favorite character. I felt completely neutral on her for all of Season 1, and started to like her in Season 2 before they killed her off. I can’t even say I understand why some people like her so much. But I will still defend her to my death because I firmly believe that woman did nothing wrong.

“But she was ableist to Ed!” I honestly think she didn’t like him not because of his autistic traits but because of how he acted around her. I say this as someone who heavily sympathizes towards S1 Ed, he was being incredibly creepy to her. He fucking sniffed her. Really, I think you could make stronger case for Harvey being ableist toward him (he literally told him that he needed help because he asked a riddle)

Plus, she literally apologized for how she thought of him even though she, in my very humble opinion, didn’t need to.

“But she gets in the way of Nygmobblepot!” Ignoring the fact that hating a female character because she “gets in the way” of a ship is misogynistic, how? Ed and Oswald are literally in the same room twice before she dies. I honestly didn’t think she would get this treatment from the fandom simply because she is such a non-factor in their relationship. If you wanna talk about Isabella, that’s a different story, but they’re two different characters.

I just genuinely don’t think there’s a valid reason to hate her, yknowwhatimsaying? Other then that, I don’t care about her that much. I liked her for the 3 episodes before she died, and her and Lee would’ve made a cute couple, but that’s about it. But I’m still side eying you very hard if you don’t like her.

Now I want to talk about her writing. It’s not a secret that Gotham does not write its women well, and Kristen Kringle is not an exception to the rule. She joins Isabella and Lee (strange how all the women Ed dated have the sake writing problems) in the “most of their character revolves around a man/men” category of misogynistic writing (well, Lee could hypothetically get better in Season 4 and maybe 5 since I haven’t watched them, but I don’t have faith).

Kristen doesn’t have much of a character outside of him. She has no existing plotlines, motivations, or goals. The closest thing she gets outside of him is her tendency to date jerks (Flass, Dougherty, Ed even counts technically).

Kristen does not have any scenes where Ed is not also in them. The closest she gets is a scene is Season 2 where she is talking to Lee and Ed isn’t in the same room as them. He is still in the scene though, he’s just overhearing them.

And then there’s her dying for Ed’s character development. Which is, for obvious reasons, not something you do to your female characters.

Now, I’m obviously not a professional writer, but I’ve thought about how they could’ve done her better. I’ve heard people throw out the idea of her becoming a villain herself, but that doesn’t really seem to make sense to me (interesting idea though). The best I can come up with is Ed almost killing her instead of actually killing her, have her help out Jim and Harvey sometimes, having her have a reaction to Isabella/Oswald/Lee, exploring her attraction to toxic men, and give her relationship with Lee more screen time (I’d say make them girlfriends but I’m trying to be a little realistic here). I think a weird and complex relationship between her and Ed could be cool,

I’ve never been good at conclusions, so just take the thing.

[paceywittergayboatman]

Honest to God I don't believe shiv thinks tom and Greg are fucking when she confronts him at there house in 3.1!here's my explanation

(sa warning)

In my opinion shivs statements here lean more on the side of more tom strange behavior with her younger and clearly like gullible and childlike cousin who's maybe in his late 20s

But before we do let's look at the first scene where Greg interacts with the mother who raised him

So I'm gonna skip the beginning but mariane gets a call from Greg and he's like help mom I got fired again and then she like your literally a Roy dumbass and then she says like your gonna go to your Uncle's birthday party:

This is kid who unlike his cousins didn't grow up with wealth so he would already be inexperienced in rich people culture making him vulnerable

then she says GROWN UP twice which makes me think is someone who hasn't had a lot of adult experiences given the way she's eases her way into this with

Also her tone of voice and phrasing here is as if he's a child

Anyway let's go back to Shiv a GROWN woman with experience around men who were known to treat women like shit and disregard they're autonomy in many ways talking to Tom a GROWN man

So she calls him out for like encouraging Greg to sort of be shitty guy who flagrantly disrespects the women he's pursuing sexualy with her younger cousin who's life experiences are even to her obviously limited

The disgusting in disgusting brothers is used here as gross but gross man behavior also BROTHERS which given that fact tomgreg has been cousins makes sense for them to say but the behavior grosser

Quick Interlude

Rome quote that's from tomshiv wedding I feel is relevant

I'd like to welcome Tom to the family.

I don't feel like I'm losing a sister.

I don't feel like I'm gaining a brother, either.

I don't feel anything.

So there's two things happening here he would be her brother he's not gaining brother not because of how feels about tom

But it could also mean he doesn't feel like he's gain brother as family member and if he's not gaining brother and tom is related to Roy's that would mean he was Rome's cousin

As in words of Amy winehouse let's go back to black

So yes then tom says we just grab a drink something other woman esc but this is also her ex husband who would be technical cousins with Greg pre divorce so he's also saying I don't do weird sex shit with your cousin shiv we just grab a drink

She mentions models, which I think the idea that the models he's fucking are akin to sex workers is highly plausible the important thing is women in terms of using there body to make money in way that is visual objectifying labor (which leads theses women vulnerable to men feeling they have right to there bodies) and given the way sex workers are referred to in succession are primarily women

Also as woman who is gay and had bad comphet phase if you say model I think lady and presume shiv a woman would to

I also think tom is fruity but it's not how his homosexuality is shown on succ

So then she's like are you fucking the models Greg is gangly and cute but he's not a model so whomever this it isn't greg

So I wanna point out here if this is ithat shiv has shown Strong emotion towards the rape brutal sufferings of the women whether or not she decides to do anything for you which offers up her possible being a victim of some sort abuse involving sexual acts

And then she says

This is weird behavior to do with your almost ex wife's like childlike young cousin who I think even shiv could read as being someone who is more vulnerable than her

Also ken uses Greg very carefully as if he's thinks Greg is fragile and given that shiv asks if stewy can help take care of the family company in 3.9 as if he's helped her before probably with ken this is weirder.

The implicitaon here is that tom like molester (the cruise dude they call mo) view women as objects to be used for men's needs which in the world succ could be rape murder throwing women off boats pimping

So Greg use in the discussion is merely a way for shiv to point out tom's icky behavior

[splendidissimus]

July 1999 - Type

((turns out that the unrelenting angst of writing and scheduling Whumptober submissions for a few weeks is a bit much and can use some fluffy palate cleanser. To whit:

Imagine if you will, a pair of teenagers in the '90s, without access to the internet, in an isolated culture which trends decades behind the times, of which they come from the most conservative subculture, trying to identify and understand sexualities for which the words have not even been invented yet. With a reminder that Theo's sexuality is "straight + Draco" because of an Amortentia accident.))

((Content warning: none))

Genre: fluff

Romance level: moderate

Angst level: 0/5

Draco's headspace: light / normal

((words: ~1500))

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They'd taken over the first-floor sitting room at the far end of the guest wing to listen to Quidditch on the wireless — Draco's mother disapproved of the wireless as being 'too Mugglish', but even she had to acknowledge that that was an opinion too extreme to expect to enforce, considering it had been invented before her parents were born, so it was a semi-spoken rule of the house to just not annoy her with it. 

It was Harpies versus Portree. Draco's Arrows weren't playing, so he was only mildly invested, and was simultaneously decoding the gossip pages of the Prophet, but Theo was engaged; he was lying with his legs over the arm of the sofa and his head on Draco's leg, eating popcorn and occasionally trying to make Draco eat some by throwing it at him. It didn't work, and Draco was instead using it as practice to try catching it out of the air wandlessly, which also didn't work, though he did manage to deflect about half of them. Understandably, the room was becoming a mess.

Theo celebrated another Harpies goal by throwing a bunch of popcorn into the air and trying to catch it in his mouth, largely unsuccessfully. The game cut to an ad break while Draco was sweeping popcorn out of his lap without taking his eyes off the paper, and Theo spoke up to fill the space apropos of nothing.

"What kind of guys do you like, like to look at?"

"I've never thought about it," Draco said distractedly.

"No, seriously. I assume your type isn't…" He pointed his finger up and down himself — skinny, stooping, messy, and plain.

"Seriously, I've never thought about it. You're fine." 

Theo sat up, taking his head out of Draco's lap, and looked hard at him. 

Draco dropped his paper in a few seconds. "What?"

"Are you sure you're bent?"

Draco blinked at him. "Are you sure you want me to rethink that?" he pointed out.

"Well no, obviously you need to keep snogging me. Never think twice about that. But seriously? So is it actually girls you think are fuckable?"

"I think I was pretty clear how uninteresting I found Pansy's kisses."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I mean… Put me in a room for three minutes and I'll rank every witch's hotness there, on multiple scales if you want. If you like blokes, I figured it'd be the same, just less looking at tits, more looking at… well, I dunno, that's what I was wondering."

"And you're a pervert," Draco pointed out. 

"Admitted, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the weird one here. You really don't think people are hot? Anybody?" 

"Obviously I can tell when people are attractive," he said with some exasperation. "That's just aesthetics."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're not talking about the same thing… Didn't you get why people were tripping over themselves to talk to that Veela Beauxbatons girl, what, Fleur whatever?"

"No, I get it, she was very pretty."

He scoffed. "'Pretty'? Fuck, I'd've cut off my left arm if I could touch her. Just the left one, mind, I'd still need the other." He made a crass motion with his hand. 

"Oh come on." 

"Hey, just speaking truth. All the guys felt it. Maybe not that strong," he admitted. It wasn't just a joke that he was a perv. 

"I saw full-blooded Veela," Draco commented. "At the World Cup. I did get to see some weak-minded spectators acting like fools. It was amusing."

"I listened to the match… With the Leprechauns too, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh yeah. I remember. I remember they were described dancing or something. I really… really wanted to be there. You didn't feel anything?"

"No." He said that knowing he was about to be judged for it.

Theo slid down in the corner of the sofa, laughing. "You didn't feel anything from dancing Veela and you still didn't know you were gay? That's as bent as a silver Galleon. Did you think they were 'pretty', too?"

"I could see perfectly well that they were beautiful," he said patiently.

"Aesthetically."

"Yes, that's literally in the meaning of the word."

"But you don't feel it. That's like how I can tell you Blaise is almost as good-looking as you, that doesn't mean I want to look at him. Never have I seen a fit girl and I was like," he stretched out his words in a mimicry of Draco's posh drawl, "'I say, that young lady is rather aesthetically pleasing, old bean'."

"Is that meant to be me?"

"Yes, that's exactly what you sound like, word for word."

"Whereas I suppose you 'wanna give that bird a right proper shagging, innit'."

Theo cackled and fell into his shoulder. "Never, ever do that again."

Draco smiled a bit. "Likewise."

Theo sighed and grabbed another handful of popcorn. "So that's what it's like to be gay? You just don't notice people except on an 'aesthetic' level?" 

"I don't know; it's what it's like to be me. It's not like I've ever talked to another one to compare notes." 

"Huh." Theo leaned back and studied Draco's profile. "I never thought about that. That must be weird, in— I mean, right? To've never talked to someone like you?"

Draco raised a judgemental eyebrow at him. "People 'like me' are my parents, the Greengrasses and Parkinsons, you…"

"Yeah, yeah, good Pureblood breeding and manners. That's not what I meant."

"And I mean you're talking about the absolutely least interesting and important part of my personality. It's not even part of my personality. It's barely even a footnote. It shouldn't even be." 

"Well, 'good breeding' isn't a very interesting personality either, as far as that goes. There are obviously at least a few wizards into wizards, I'll find you some to talk to."

"Perfect, so I'll know exactly whom to never be seen with." 

"Come on… I'm just trying to help you get some friends." 

"It's hilarious that between us you think you are the one who should be giving advice about making friends." 

"Oh, an insult based on how I haven't got any friends, that's really creative. Did you just think that up?" He flicked popcorn at his head. 

That one he managed to deflect with a flick of his hand so it veered away toward the window. "Classics are classic for a reason," he sniffed. "I don't know why you think I need gay friends. Are you part of the local voyeurs' club?" 

"Hey, now…"

"Or do you have a bunch of likeminded blokes who are bonding over the fact that you, too, like to ogle women?"

"Well that's just every conversation I had with Vince since third year, innit?" 

He rolled his eyes. "Of course it is."

"Don't judge, I had to take what I could get; you and Blaise were too stuck up to talk about girls, and Greg's too slow to hold a proper conversation. Oh, hey, shut up!" Draco thought about pointing out that he wasn't talking, but it wouldn't have mattered. Theo stood up on his knees on the sofa, looking back at the wireless, where the announcer's voice was rising in volume and tempo, excitedly describing the neck-and-neck race between the Seekers as they dove for the Snitch. Now Harpies' Firth was ahead, now Portree's Robbins… 

Draco watched Theo with a small smile, the way he unselfconsciously leaned forward over the back of the sofa, muttering, "Come on, come on, come on…" Maybe Theo was right that he wasn't, objectively, anything conventionally special to look at — he'd been born with his father's crooked nose, nut-brown hair that couldn't decide if it was curly or not that he barely bothered to comb and never tried to manage, gangly limbs like a baby horse he never seemed to figure out how to completely control, and a fashion sense that was aggressively nonexistent. But Draco liked what he saw. 

When the announcer yelled that it was Portree, Portree had the Snitch and had won the game, Theo yelled "No!" and threw up his arms, sending the bowl of popcorn flying. Draco covered his head with the paper to try to protect his hair. "Bloody Robbins!" Theo huffed as he threw himself back down on the sofa. "I swear he's got longer than regulation arms, somebody should look into that." 

Draco shook out the paper and casually snaked his leg through Theo's.

[spinji]

Fuck it, I'm throwing my opinion in the ring. I genuinely think bkdks are jumping the gun on the new op. The openings of MHA rarely if ever show key points from the arc, especially moments that will appear very late in said arc (ex. op 10 showed Hawks and Twice multiple times but hardly anything related to Dabi's reveal and nothing for KB:R).

So the fact that we're only seeing a representation of one of the three key moments of Deku holding one of his classmate's hands is not a sign that the entire arc will be rewritten to focus on Uraraka.

In general, I do think a lot of manga fans over-exaggerate how much bones adds or removes in the anime. Do you understand how much fucking work it would be to snub Bakugo and Iida's scenes and paste Uraraka on top? When they can just follow the source material?? And no one dare mention MVA. The end result of that arc wasn't great (mostly from a technical standpoint) but (temporarily) removing a mostly disconnected chapter is really the worst they've done when it comes to bastardizing the source material. What some people are proposing is a ludicrous upscale in bullshit.

In short:

Bakudekus, you will get your apology scene, so calm the fuck down.

Iida fans, you will get your moment. The op was not foreshadowing cutting out your boy.

Izuochas, you shut the hell up too. You're using everyone's panic (unjustified as it is) as an excuse to start more shit unprompted. No one is mad about izuocha being a thing, the argument is almost entirely about changing the story we love and taking autonomy away from Uraraka as a character.

It's really not a hard prediction to make that the anime will have at least bare bones accuracy to the source material and if you tell me that you really have lost that much faith in bones, despite them never going that far with MHA before, I genuinely don't believe you.

Everyone shut up and keep drawing people in Mirko's costume. Thank you.

[je-suis-un-fardeau]

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fuck trying not to be angry. i’m allowed to be angry. you don’t get to sit there and act like i’m being unreasonable for not wanting you to hang out with someone who scares you so much that you keep me on the phone when they come over. you don’t get to act like i’m being unreasonable for being both scared and pissed that you willingly got in a car with them. i’m allowed to be angry that you apparently have no sense of self preservation — demonstrated not only by this, but also by that little impulse trip you took to new york to meet a total fucking stranger after you already promised to come see me that weekend. i’m allowed to be mad about that too. that i’m so low on your list of priorities that you would rather spend one of our only free weekends with someone you’ve never fucking met. i’m allowed to be mad that you spent all of your energy being reckless, and then spending money you don’t have to do a hobby that stresses you out with people you don’t like, and had to cancel on me a second time. i’m allowed to be upset that i was already so on edge in the first place, because we’ve created a relationship where i don’t feel like i’m supposed to share negative things with you, because i’m the one taking care of you, so i end up shouldering both of our emotions in silence. i’m allowed to be upset that everything going on in my “real” life is driving me to feel suicidal again and all i wanted was to see you, and i planned an entire weekend around you twice, and thinking about seeing you was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it, and i was so stressed and so scared and in so much pain and i haven’t been sober in weeks because i can’t stand the way it feels, but all i wanted was to see you. i didn’t want to talk about it or burden you with it or make you feel bad for me… i just wanted to hold you. i would never be angry at you for being tired or for taking care of yourself. you know that. i know you do. but the reason why you were tired made me feel like absolute shit. like i didn’t matter to you anymore. and on top of everything else, i just couldn’t handle it. i split HARD and i needed to disengage before i said or did something i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for. could i have i expressed this better than i did? yes. but i’m allowed to be angry at you telling me that it “left a bad taste in your mouth” and felt “hostile”, because that was the kindest option i had in that moment. i am trying SO hard not to let my bpd control this relationship, and it may not seem that way to you, but i am so fucking proud of myself for all the times i was tempted to be toxic or impulsive but i didn’t, and you were never the wiser. can you imagine being so proud of yourself for something and thinking you’re doing so good, comparatively speaking, and then the one person whose opinion you actually care about comes around and reduces you not to just any negative stereotype, but to the one you are most afraid of becoming. you then tell me that you need some space, because i’m just “extra tension” that you don’t want right now — once again prioritizing something you don’t even seem to enjoy over me. throwing me aside like i’m a toy you got bored of. i’m allowed to be angry about that too. and i’m sure as hell allowed to be angry about what i saw when i went to check up on you today. it’s funny really. i was just thinking earlier about how i was going to draw this boundary without making it seem like ultimatum… “if **** is in the picture again, then i can’t be.” because this would only become a vicious cycle that wouldn’t benefit anyone. imagine my surprise, though, when i see who you’re talking to on twitter. i’m probably going to deactivate mine now because i do not feel comfortable, or quite frankly safe, having them in that space. it feels violating. i cannot even begin to express how… desperate? anguished? terrified? i am right now, and the part that makes me the saddest is the fact that i’m not sure if this is even affecting you at all.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #114

(taken february 16th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Who was the last person you hugged? Girt.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Nah.

Where did your first kiss take place? His bed.

Do you prefer foxes or wolves? Ugh this is such a hard question, but I do tend to think foxes are cuter, and more majestic-looking. However, both animals are fucking amazing.

Do you prefer fruit or vegetables? Fruit, by a longshot.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Yes.

Are you a hypocrite? Literally every single human being you will ever meet has some hypocritical tendencies, but I definitely try to avoid hypocrisy as much as I can; I try to be mindful of whether or not I'm behaving according to my own values that I expect to see in others, too.

What are your favourite textures? Soft things as far as feel goes. In foods, I want to say I generally enjoy softer things too, especially when they have some sort of gentle give to them, like bread products.

Any beauty tips? ... Are you kidding me? *I* could use those.

What is more attractive: Nice hands or nice feet? Hands. I'm not attracted to feet, at all, ever.

What’s the youngest you would consider dating? Ehhhhh maybe like, 23-ish would be my ABSOLUTE minimum, but I'd still prefer older.

Are thongs sexy? They can look attractive on some people, but absolutely not me.

Did you grow up in a healthy environment? No. My dad was an alcoholic and my parents fought all the time. Our neighborhood was dangerous.

What did your last text read? Mom was reminding me of our zip code bc I needed to add it to the resume I'm making. Our city has multiple, and I can never remember it since moving here a few years ago.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? It was a... Seagram's, I think? It was some sort of daiquiri, I know.

Do you think suits are sexy? YESYES YESYSYEYSEYESYES YE S Y E S on literally any and every gender suits are hOT

What are your parents' views on your relationships? Hell if I know for Dad; we see each other so rarely that it's not like he's gotten to see how almost any s/o I've ever had treated me. I know he likes Girt from when my parents were still together, but that's the extent of it. My mom absolutely loves Girt, although I will say historically she tries to keep negative opinions of my partners kinda quiet; ex. she was never very vocal about Sara, even when she finally met her, but came out very openly that she couldn't stand her later on. She also didn't want Juan and I to date. I feel like even if she has negative thoughts, so long as they're not MAJOR issues, she respects my decisions.

Have you ever babysat before? Like, twice. And the second was against my will.

If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? My best friend is a man and I'd be VERY shocked because he is Extremely Straight like down to his core. I'd also be, you know, devastated because we're dating and intimate and I'm a woman so that'd become a problem, obviously.

Have you ever dreamed about your wedding? Yes.

Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? I did in the cases of Jason and Sara, granted they're the only ones I HAD pictures with, but those needed to be deleted for the sake of my own healing. It wasn't an "oh we broke up so I have to hide these" kind of thing; seeing them was genuinely damaging.

How many celebrity crushes have you had? Three really notable ones, maybe four. Other milder ones.

Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? He's the latter, really.

Ever made yourself throw up? I've tried to do so before but it surprisingly didn't work. Or, well... maybe not "surprisingly" with how iron-willed my body is AGAINST allowing myself to vomit.

When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? It's been years upon years upon years upon years.

What’s your younger sibling’s name? Nicole.

What was the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before you’ve dated them? Maybe like... three-ish weeks, perhaps a tiny bit less? That was the case with Jason. We clicked so fucking fast.

Do you have any theatrical experience? If so, what have you done? Nah. Well, do you count dance as theatrical? I did that for years.

Do you have any plans for the weekend? Yeah, it's my niece's birthday party.

Is the last person you kissed mad at you? No, we're doing really really well lately. I mean, it's very seldom we're doing bad so this isn't new, but.

If you had twin girls, what would you name them? Most likely Alessandra and Anneliese.

Do you like to eat eggs? I only eat them scrambled or as an omelette, but in those cases, hell yes. Last week I was actually reminded JUST how incredibly better fresh chicken eggs are from store shit though, and I've been wanting more very badly, haha.

Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Possibly, idr.

What store or website would you most like a gift card for? Maybeeee... Rebel's Market, or Morph Market. Or the Rammstein store, haha.

Name your top three favorite musical instruments. Electric guitar, violin, piano.

What was the last book(s) you bought at a bookstore? It was some early Wings of Fire book. We changed pretty quickly to just ordering from Amazon.

Do you use Pinterest? I do, mostly just for Rammstein pictures these days tho lmfao

Are you wearing earrings? I have a stud in my right tragus and gauges in the first holes of my earlobes right now.

Do you know any sign language? I don't. I remember in elementary school, there was a song in a play that we learned that we both sang and did in sign language, but I remember absolutely none of it.

Do you have a favorite poem? Not really.

Do you like Indian food? Never tried any, that I know of.

Do you have a dog? She's technically my mom's, but yes. She's a chihuahua we basically rescued named Cookie. Neither of us ever wanted a chihuahua, but she just worked for us and honestly she's a perfect match for us.

Do you enjoy going out for breakfast? Yeah, I do.

Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? Yeah.

Do you like muffins? Dude I LOVE muffins.

You have one match. What would you like to burn? The first letter I wrote Jason. I pray the fuck to god he doesn't still have it (I can't imagine he would), but even it being in the trash isn't enough for me. I want it entirely erased from existence.

What underwater creature scares you the most? Giant squid.

Was there ever a bomb threat at the school you go/went to? Yep, more than one.

What do you feel is the ugliest part of the human body? Genitalia, and I mean any, seriously gross me out visually.

Insert a totally random phrase from another language here: Uhhhh instead of "happy birthday," in German the proper way to wish someone a good birthday is "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag," which literally translates to something like "all the best for your birthday."

Have you ever built a Lego masterpiece? No; I was way more of a Lincoln Logs kid.

Did you ever have to wear a retainer? Yes; I have one of the metal ones adhered to the back of my front bottom teeth, and I'm SUPPOSED to wear one of the plastic ones for my top jaw, but I stopped a very, very long time ago, and my teeth moved so much that I could NEVER wear it now and haven't been able to for many, many years.

Do you have any weird phobias? Whale sharks.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? No. The odds of them happening here are very, very low, and we've (to my knowledge) never had an even moderate one, just tiny ones. One did happen a long time ago where I live that residents felt, but I was hours away so felt nothing. It was incredible though, just how visually everyone at the zoo just fucking stopped en masse at like the same time to pick up their phones, I'm sure from families checking if they were okay and all.

What store in the mall would you never get caught in? Hollister is one, and Abercrombie & Fitch. They're owned by horrible people with absolutely terrible values and disgusting rules.

Are you independent or dependent? I am agonizingly dependent, and it's a problem I've been trying to fix for a long time, but it's extremely hard.

Have you had any candy this week? Too much honestly because of Valentine's Day.

Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? I am astronomically more afraid of tornadoes. I've grown up with hurricanes, so those I really just shrug at unless they're like, maybe category four.

Do you like mushrooms? As food, FUCK no. Visually as cool life forms, hell yes.

What was the last movie you cried at? I don't remember.

What did you do for your 17th birthday? I really don't remember. I'm sure I just spent it with the family and Jason, probably went to Olive Garden to eat dinner.

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up? No, it was first a baby bunny holding a polka-dotted blanket, then a moose.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? Dated me very seriously for over three and a half years and then broke up with me in a fucking Facebook message and did his damnedest to pretend I didn't exist afterward.

When was the last time you went fishing? The last time Sara was here and we went catfishing with my dad, so multiple years ago.

Is there something you’re not looking forward to? Yes, I have my first gynecologist appointment this upcoming week and I'm absofuckinglutely dreading it because I am fully aware I'm going to have a panic attack and cry and just be extremely difficult. It's not a "probably" sort of thing, it is GOING to happen.

How many shirts do you have of your favorite band? I have... two Ozzy ones maybe, and surprisingly no Rammstein ones even though I want some.

How many Williams do you know? One off the top of my head, maybe more. I also had a recurring art teacher named Mrs. Williams.

How do you want your wedding to be? Gothic-themed, hopefully with a black and gold color scheme, and take place in autumn. I refuse to have a pastor officiate my wedding, but some other official. I'd love for the venue to be some sort of building with heavy gothic architecture and decor, but I know that is incredibly unlikely.

What’s one word you hate to be called? Don't you fucking DARE call me weak. You will be entirely kicked out of my life so fucking fast, and aggressively, with ZERO fucking shame.

[alloutshirt]

i really believe you should shut the fuck up about what you think closeted people have to do to be deemed legitimate and respectable

[seal-writes-stuff]

Boyfriend

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing, fighting, alcohol consumption, a brief mention of cults, Christian Hughes (derogatory)

Summary: Turns out things can escalate pretty quickly when it’s just you, your best friend’s asshole boyfriend and a party that you really, really didn’t want to attend.

A/N: Hi everyone! I’ve noticed that I keep subtly dunking on Christian in my fics, so I decided to change things up for once. Time to dunk on him full-force. Hope you enjoy!

“Look, I mean no disrespect and all that,” you sink deeper into the couch. “I just don’t trust these people. End of.”

Dani, who’s sitting right next to you, tilts her head. There’s no judgment in her eyes, just a mischievous sparkle that enables you to continue.

“What, not even Pelle?”

“Especially Pelle, Dani. Nobody’s that nice.”

“Pelle’s that nice.”

“Cult leaders are that nice!” you see the surprised look she gives you and quickly catch yourself. “Well, maybe not cult leaders… I don’t know, I’m getting vibes off of him, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Ri-i-ight. And Mark is…”

“Mark.”

“Yeah, fair enough. What about Josh, though?”

“Josh…” you rub your chin, mulling it over. “Alright, you’ve got me, Josh is okay. But why does he hang out with the rest of them, then? Something’s not right.”

“Maybe you just don’t like anybody.”

“I like you.”

Dani looks away with a smile while you pretend to be extremely interested in the carpet. She’s your best friend, you remind yourself, and she’s taken. Don’t do stupid shit.

“Why are you the one convincing me to go anyway? I thought you hated parties.”

Dani shrugs. There’s a deep sadness in her eyes, a sadness which breaks your heart.

“Well, Christian’s excited. I know you don’t like him very much, but…”

Well… That’s one way to put it. To be more specific, you hate Christian’s guts and the feeling, from what you could gather, is quite mutual. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying things you’ll regret later, though. For Dani’s sake, of course – not his, never his. You’d gladly keep your opinions to yourself if it meant her happiness.

Happiness, that is.

“Oh, Christian’s awesome.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“What gives?” you laugh as Dani taps your arm playfully, pretending to punch you. “Okay, seriously though: if you guys love each other, that’s all that matters. Who cares what I think, really?”

“Yeah, you’re right…” she mumbles. She then realizes what she’s just said and blushes. “Wait, I-I didn’t mean it like that. I care what you think, I just-”

“I know! I’m just joking around, relax,” you brush her shoulder with yours, smiling. “No hard feelings, I promise.”

“Oh, okay… Okay, great.”

For a brief moment, Dani looks down, pink still dusting her cheeks. That look on her face, that sweet smile on her lips make you speak before you can talk yourself out of the idea.

“Alright, you know what, I’m in. Let’s go together. If you’ll want to escape, just blink twice or something.”

“Thank you!” Dani throws her hand around you. “You’re the best, you know?”

“I’m trying,” your words are quiet as you hug her back, feeling the subtle scent of her shampoo.

This might be fun, right?

***

Well, who could’ve guessed. This party fucking sucks.

You stare at the kitchen floor, swirling what’s left of your drink in a red plastic cup. Dani’s catching up with some of her other friends while you’re stuck in the sad and inevitable “I should’ve stayed home” phase of any gathering you’ve ever attended.

You can’t blame her, though. You know she would’ve stayed by your side the whole evening if you asked her to, but you didn’t. You wouldn’t, too; she deserves to relax and enjoy herself. Can’t expect her to cater to your every need.

After some quiet contemplation you finally decide that enough is enough. You’ll check on Dani to see if she wants to leave, make up some excuse for the host and then dip. No, first you’ll need to call an Uber – you’re leaving either way, so better to take care of that in advance. Or maybe you should first-

“Y/N.”

You look up, only to be met with none other than Christian Hughes himself lingering in the doorway. The whole evening – just like any other evening, you suspect - he seemed like he desperately wanted to be somewhere else. You’ve never known if it was a result of your presence or his general attitude about life. Honestly, you couldn’t care less either way.

Right now, however, Christians’s not bored. Right now, he wears some kind of a strange blank expression you’ve never seen before.

Oh, to hell with that. He can’t expect people to walk on eggshells and guess his every mood.

“Christian,” you nod, pushing yourself away from the counter. “I’d love to chat, but-”

Before you can finish, Christian blocks the exit, standing right between you and the door. There’s some dumb defiance in his eyes, like’s about to cause trouble and is well-aware of that.

Except you’re not in the mood. You’re tired, you’re irritated and you’re a bit drunk – just enough to lose some of your inhibitions. The only thing you can offer him right now is annoyance.

“Oh, come on.”

“Why are you like this?”

You stare at Christian for a moment, wondering if he’s worth the fight he’s so desperate to start for some reason. You know in your mind that he isn’t. The hardest part is to convince yourself of that.

“Like what?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Look, whatever problem you have with me, it’s not-”

You sigh, exasperated.

“I have no problem with you. Now, could you please-”

“I’m not going anywhere until we sort this out.”

“Dude.”

“It’s because of Dani, isn’t it?”

You feel a wave of all-consuming rage rising deep in your chest. As if every ounce of your suppressed anger, years worth of it, resurfaced to escape your body and strike Christian right in his stupid head. But just a moment later, you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to be calm and collected.

After all, you need a clear head to really kick his ass.

“M-m-m...” you look away and bite your lower lip. “Speaking of Dani, what was she talking about in the living room, do you remember?”

This catches Christian off-guard. He blinks at you - you can almost hear the gears turning in his head.

“Wh… No?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit weird? I mean, it happened, like, ten minutes ago.”

“Why does it matter? I’m not-”

“It does matter, Christian, because Dani finally got done with the shittier part of her thesis. Now she’s doing the stuff she actually loves.”

“She-”

“So she was excited and wanted to share with you. You know, because she loves you? And you were too busy being vaguely annoyed, or whatever the fuck, I don’t even know. But hey, at least your buddies must think you’re really cool, huh?”

“I… You’re fucking crazy.”

“I'm fucking cra- Okay, you know what, I'm not even entertaining that. You know I’m right, so you say this shit to feel better about yourself. Cause God forbid you’re wrong for once, right?”

It seems like you’ve hit a nerve. Christian huffs through his nose; his face flushes as you bite back a smirk. You’re past holding back, past feeling bad at all. He started it, and you sure as hell will finish it.

“You know nothing about our relationship.”

“Well, you know nothing about your girlfriend! It’s shocking, really, gets me every time. She always tries to talk things through with you, tries to include you in everything, buys you these … What are they called, these fucking cookies you like every time she goes to the grocery store. Every time! Simply because she cares. So tell me, does she always get that face on your face in response? That’s something I don’t know.”

Shit, what are you even saying? ‘Face on your face’?

“What does it have to do with-”

“Jesus Christ… Okay, third time’s the charm. You treat my best friend like shit. I don’t know why. I honestly don’t care why either. So yeah, I don’t like you, I don’t respect you and the sooner you leave her life the better.”

“Leave? Please. Like anyone would treat her better. You don’t know how much I-”

“Exactly, anyone would treat her better! I would treat her better!” you shake your drink for emphasis. “This fucking solo cup would treat her better! Do you even hear yourself?”

Christian opens his mouth for another retort, but stops before it can come out. His eyes widen in realization.

“Oh, so you would treat her better.”

“Are you really gonna dismiss everything I’ve said-”

“So that’s why.”

“I’m done talking to you.”

“Do you really think-”

“Hughes, if you don’t move out of my way right this fucking second-”

“Guys?”

Both of you fall silent. Christian turns back while you stare over his shoulder in horror.

Dani.

Christian says something in that faux-friendly voice of his while you’re frozen, unable to make a sound. You don’t know why, you don’t know how, but you’re so terrified that you can barely breathe.

How much did she hear?

“I’ve gotta go.”

Panicking, you finally manage to push past Christian and run out of the room, leaving both of them behind. You’re pretty sure you’re choking on tears by that point, Dani’s calling out to you, and all of this is so, so-

Focus. All you need to do right now is leave, now.

***

It’s been two weeks. Two longest weeks of your life, you might say.

You’re curled up on the couch, trying to watch a movie but failing miserably. None of that matters, you think. You’re alone and Dani’s with Christian. Hell, he’s probably having a field day right now: gloating, calling you stupid, crazy, jealous and a million other things you don’t even want to imagine. Guilt-tripping her for something you did. For something he did too, no less.

Son of a bitch.

The worst part, however, is that he wouldn’t even be that wrong. It was stupid to give in. It was crazy to think that it would change something, that it would help Dani somehow. At the end of the day, what did it accomplish? Losing a friend over a petty fight?

And you have to be honest with yourself: you are jealous. You were, you are and you probably will be. This must be the most awful way to finally realize that you’re in love, truly in love, yet you have to deal with it. You’d let go off this jealousy, though, you’d leave it behind in a heartbeat – if she wasn’t with someone who made her miserable every day. If…

You force yourself to stop this thought spiral. It’s all over, the damage is done and there’s nothing you can do about it anymore. It is what it is.

You start to sniffle when you’re started by the knock at your door. Must be the pizza you’ve ordered, you think. Your life’s falling apart anyways, may as well treat yourself. With a sigh, you drag yourself to the door.

“Hi, do you accept ca-”

The rest of the sentence dies on your lips. Dani’s standing at your door, sweet as ever.

Just very, very tired.

“Hey there. Um… I’ve made some cookies, so…”

“Oh,” you rub the back of your neck, trying not to cry. “Thank you. I-I appreciate it.”

Dani nods, pinching her lips. She fidgets with the hem of her hoodie for a few seconds, looking down.

“Are you… Waiting for someone? I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh, no. I mean, just the delivery guy. Come in, please.”

Just a moment later you’re on the couch again. The same couch you were on when you’ve decided to go to this godforsaken party. The irony.

You contemplate whether you should offer Dani something to drink, but decide against it. There’s no reason to dance around the issue – it’s what created this whole mess in the first place. You need to be open, you think, you need to be honest.

She deserves that much.

“God, Dani, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t-”

“No, it’s not okay. I’ve made a scene, ran off and then flaked on you. That wasn’t right and… I really regret it.”

This isn’t a lie. You don’t regret what you’ve said – honestly, you’d say it all again. But everything that came with it, the way you spoke on Dani’s behalf…

Yeah. ‘Could’ve handled it better’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.

When you gather the courage to look at Dani again, you see her soft smile. She forgives you. Of course she forgives you, the way she always does. She forgave you before she even entered this room.

“No, that’s fine. Really. I’m not upset,” Dani takes your hand, squeezing it. “I was just worried about you, that’s all.”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“You’re very kind, you know that?”

Dani moves closer to you, putting her head on your shoulder. You close your eyes, your temple pressed to the top of her head.

“How’s Christian, by the way?”

Dani tenses; you feel her calm breathing hitches. Instant regret washes over you, but she replies before you can do anything about it.

“Oh, he’s- I don’t know actually. We broke up a few days ago.”

For a split second, you freeze. Did you hear that right? Are you dreaming?

“Holy shit, I’m sorry,” despite everything that happened, your words are sincere. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I… I don’t know, really,” she shrugs, biting her lower lip. “Still processing, I guess.”

“That’s okay. Look, Dani, you-you don’t have to answer, of course, but…

“But..?”

“Can I ask why?”

Dani lowers her head with a bitter chuckle – something you’ve never seen her do before. You don’t say anything, rubbing her back in gentle motions. Does she feel the same warmth when you touch her?

You hope so.

“What was the final straw?”

“Um, yeah. Yeah, that.”

“Well, Christian kept saying things about you… Whatever, I don’t want to repeat it.”

You shake your head with a huff. “Fair enough, I guess.”

“No! No, that’s-”

“I mean, I wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine to him either, so...” you shrug. “And what, that really was-”

“It should’ve been, but no. I… I can’t believe I’ve let him-”

“Hey, hey, Dani, look at me. He’s an adult. He wanted to talk shit, so he did. That’s on him.”

“But I-”

“And besides, we got into a fight. You did nothing wrong, I promise.”

Dani nods in response, still deep in thought. You know that no matter what you say, some part of her still blames herself for how things played out – maybe always will. You know you can’t change that. Because that’s how Dani is, that’s who she is at her core – reflective, responsible, kind.

You’d never want her to change. You just wish that you could make her life easier.

“Thing is,” she continues. “I-I’ve missed you. And I’ve never missed him the way I missed you.”

You swallow, trying to stop the tears threatening to come out. Despite your best efforts, though, your voice still cracks.

“Oh… Thanks. That’s…” you sniffle. “That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Really?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you pull her in a hug – and Dani reciprocates. Of course she reciprocates.

Like she always does.

You don’t know what will happen next, you don’t know what the future holds. All you know is that it will be better than the past.

And for now, it’s more than enough.

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

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a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it