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5 months ago

reader is so me with flip?

"sobbing in my cup of coffee,

ㅤㅤㅤ'cause i fell for another loser."ᝰ r.c.

in my feelings. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: "just another one of those shitty pogues" he said...

"sobbing In My Cup Of Coffee,
"sobbing In My Cup Of Coffee,
"sobbing In My Cup Of Coffee,

⊹₊⋆ pairing: pogue!waitress!female!reader x toxic!rafe

⊹₊⋆ word count: 1.2k

⊹₊⋆ contents: slight "enemies to lovers" (ish), a few sexual themes, obvious tension, rafe being a potential sweetheart / hopeless romantic ( finally locked the fuck back in and started writing again! )

"sobbing In My Cup Of Coffee,

nervousness; the single emotion which had never graced the dynamic psyche of rafe cameron.

he often flipped through the long list in his mind during the long nights he’d lay sleepless in his bed.

anger? check. regret? absolutely. extreme and often irrational hatred toward pogues? without a doubt. 

it was no secret that if he viewed someone like scum, he would sure as hell treat them like it. it was safe to say that there probably wasn’t a single pogue left in the outer banks who hadn’t gotten shit from him in one way or another. however, you were the painfully obvious outlier…

you were never an unfamiliar subject for him. you’d gotten along well with his sister, been in his father’s good graces, and were just pretty enough to earn yourself an unofficial spot in the country club. to him, you were just about the furthest thing from a pogue he’d ever seen, but your clean white converse sneakers and designer denim shorts didn’t make you any more valid in his eyes.

he’d had it in him to give you a piece of his mind long ago. to tell you to go back to your side of the island, treat you like the dirt he thought your kind was, and maybe even give you a good beating once the sun had gone down. no matter how much that pretty face of yours sent his heart to cloud nine, he hated your guts more than any other pogue on the planet. or at least, he wanted to.

but you were the one girl on the planet who smoothed out his jagged edges.

as you swiftly travelled through the cafe, a tray in your hand as you dashed to deliver miscellaneous foods, drinks, and desserts to various tables, rafe’s eyes intently followed your every move, like a timid predator watching a particularly elusive prey.

this little routine of his went as follows: him and two of his hot-headed friends would just-so-happen to stumble into the exact cafe you worked at on the exact day at the exact time and take a seat at the concealed booth at the back, he’d feign oblivious offence when you begrudgingly took his order, and spectate you for the rest of the night, not even daring to blink in fear of missing the many times your skirt would ride up your exemplary figure, revealing just enough of your thighs to make his gut churn.

kelce whistles lowly as his eyes follow you from across the cafe, painfully less subtle than ideal. “man… that ass sure is somethin’ special, i’ll tell you that much.” he mutters under his breath with a laugh, elbowing rafe in the side.

however, the laugh quickly diminishes as rafe shoots a razor-sharp glare that could cut diamonds, his voice dropping an octave as he takes his friend’s shirt by the collar and whispers in his ear.

“listen to me, and listen good. i didn’t bring you over here to gawk at my woman, you hear? utter another word about her, and i’ll skin you.”

unlike most of his words, this threat was far from empty. the possessiveness in his voice was almost laughable, especially considering the fact that the only time you even looked in his direction was when you served him a drink. his obsession with you had started when you were both young, two kids who would stupidly practice kissing each other and share tight, fearful hugs in the darkness of his bedroom whenever a storm would break.

but like everything in life, it all had to go sour eventually. he began to care too much about his image and status in society while you still wanted to spend long nights with him surfing on the waves. the differences between you two only became more prominent from that point forward.

you were too emotional, he was too apathetic. he became an asshole, you became a bitch. you were saving yourself for marriage, and he considered a girl a prude if she denied him a blowjob on the first date. it was no wonder the hatred between the two of you was so strong. 

but despite this, business was business. and if you wanted to collect your paycheck at the end of the month, you’d have to serve the elephant in the corner of the room sooner or later.

“hot coffee, no cream, no sugar.” you mutter flatly, reciting the same item he’s ordered every night for the past 6 months. you take the hot mug off your tray and set it down in front of the blonde, his eyes locked on your unamused expression.

you were even prettier up close. 

the thought passed through his mind as his gaze travelled from your bright eyes to your perfect lips, going further until they reached the forbidden territory that hid under your skimpy apron.

“that’ll be $9.99.” you say sternly, snapping his gaze away from your chest, cursing yourself for not choosing less-revealing attire.

rafe’s eyes narrowed as they rose back to your eyes, his expression conforming to a scowl. “what? a black coffee is only five dollars!”

you rolled your eyes with a scoff. “being a perv costs extra. that’s the price of not having any goddamn decency.”

you knew how to rile him up, and that was by threatening his money. normally, he’d beat the tar out of any organism that even thought of squandering money from him, but you could barely fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as he attempted to sputter out a protestant response. naturally, he couldn’t say a word with you looking down at him like that, smiling ever so slightly at the conniption he began to have.

he tutted with disapproval, shaking his head as he dug into the pocket of his designer denim jeans, pulling out his leather wallet. he fished his fingers into the largest compartment, pulling out a fresh, uncreased twenty-dollar bill. he slammed it on the table, pushing it toward you and mumbling with defiant defeat. 

“...keep the fuckin’ change.”  

a smile lit up your face as you accepted the bill, stuffing it into your bra just so you could watch his cheeks flush once more. 

you smiled sweetly as you picked up your tray from the table, speaking to the boys in a faux-submissive tone.

“if anything is not to your liking, you know who to call.”

with that, you sauntered away, leaving rafe to stare at you from behind as he sulked, his elbow resting on the table as he stared into his reflection in the dark pool of liquid that sat in front of him. “...nothing but a shitty pogue, is what she is…”

he muttered to himself, hating how much he kind of liked it when you bitched at him. he wanted to shout at you and kiss you and shut you up as he drowned you in the love that he had concealed from you for all these years. if he truly wanted to, he could’ve even followed you behind the counter and finally recite the confessional speech he had been practicing for months.

but instead, he huffed quietly, looking back at the loser who stared right back at him in his cup of coffee.

"sobbing In My Cup Of Coffee,
4 months ago

the furrys im cackling

texting bf!rafe…

𝜗𝜚 warnings: suggestive content ( more texts here )

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1 month ago
I’d Ride The Pony 🐎
I’d Ride The Pony 🐎

I’d ride the pony 🐎

1 month ago
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i <3 music

10 months ago

AHHHHHH!

Fucking love this shit

*a smidge of dark theme???

Luke doesn't eat pussy

He fucking devours it. I'm talkin' Sloppy make outs with your clit while three or four of his large, now sopping, fingers obliterate your hole. I'm talkin' his thick, strong, veiny ass arms anchoring you to his mouth as he basically tries to shove his tongue inside you as deep as he can, moaning and whimpering unabashedly into your pussy the whole time. If pussy juice ain't running down his neck he hasn't done his job. ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

Hold on to your goddamn horses,sheets, fucking whatever cause you're not getting away bitch. If you meet his eyes from somewhere across camp and he has that shit eating smirk fucking run. Although it is pointless in the end because Luke is a child of Hermes and he will always catch you.

He'll drag you to a mostly secluded area and get to work(I'm convinced he would finger bang you until his arm/hand gave out). Swatting at your efforts to push and squirm away once you're well past overwhelmed. Of course he's going to talk you through the whole thing (coo at how dumb you get for him, how you know you wanted this,how you couldn't stop him even if you wanted to)

Y'all I'm down so bad I'm actually attempting to write shit... What's happening 😭


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1 month ago
I Have Actually No Idea What I’m Gonna Do And I Need People To Stop Asking

i have actually no idea what i’m gonna do and i need people to stop asking

1 month ago

Charley: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand bucks?

Rhonda: I would slap Wally for free.

Wally, tearing up: I’m your best friend??

1 month ago
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1 month ago

PART 3 PLEASE I PAY MONEY FOR ITTTTT

# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)

# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)
# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)
# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× While training in Barcelona for the international tournament representing Miyagi-Do, you deal with the pressure of stepping in for your father, Johnny Lawrence, who returned to the Valley after Carmen was hospitalized. Struggling with anxiety and worries, you find unexpected support in Wolf, the sensei of the Iron Dragons.

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× Angst, fluffy and romance 🔥

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PART ONE !

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# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)

The next morning, the sun timidly shone through the hotel windows, and the muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway indicated that the training day had already begun. You had gotten up earlier than usual, feeling the accumulated pressure on your shoulders. But as you walked through the door of the dining hall, you saw Robby sitting alone at a table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

He had his head down, staring at the food as if it were the only thing he could focus on at that moment. That made you smile with a touch of fondness. Robby always had this focused demeanor, taking things seriously yet with a lightness that made him seem older than he really was. You approached and, with a slightly tired smile, sat down at the table.

"Good morning, captain," you said, trying to mask the weight on your shoulders.

Robby looked up, the corners of his lips curving slightly into a smile. "Good morning," he replied, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to study you in a way that made you feel he knew exactly what was going on in your head. "Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of juice, and as you drank, you searched for a way to respond without sounding like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. "Not really. Too much on my mind, you know? I can’t switch off."

Robby, ever observant, didn’t need more words to understand what you meant. He raised an eyebrow, curious but not pressuring you to say more than you wanted to. "Still thinking about Carmen?" he asked, with a softness only he seemed to possess.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the table, your eyes scanning the breakfast spread in front of you. "Yeah... And the tournament, too."

Robby leaned back in his chair, reflecting for a moment before flashing a sympathetic smile. "Look, you're the most determined person I know. If anyone can handle all of this, it’s you. And even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you’ve got everything under control."

A small smile crept onto your face, appreciating how Robby always managed to calm you down without even trying. He had this calm and steady presence that made you feel a bit more grounded amid the storm. "Thanks. I know you’re right, but sometimes I just wish everything would fall into place already."

Robby gave you a warm smile, the kind only he could give. He always had this tranquil energy, a presence that seemed to dissipate any clouds of doubt.

Before heading to practice, Robby gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, joking as he always did. "And remember, when I win the tournament, you owe me that snack you promised, okay?"

You laughed, amused by how he always stayed optimistic even when the world seemed upside down.

"Oh, if you win, Robby, I’ll promise you a whole dinner," you replied with a genuine smile.

He made a dramatic gesture, as if already preparing for his prize. "Deal. I’ll hold you to that when the time comes."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

"So, what are you doing today?" Wolf asked, approaching you after the end of the competitions. The question came out casually, but there was something in his voice—a lightness you couldn’t ignore. It was as if he wanted to escape the pressure of the day, maybe in a way only he knew how.

You paused, hesitating for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you were trying to stay calm, but your mind was a whirlwind. The training, the competition results, the expectations... everything seemed to be piling up in your chest. Yet, somehow, you felt like you could trust Wolf enough to vent, even just a little.

"I’m thinking about training a bit more. But also... maybe I’ll take a walk around the city. I need some time to sort things out," you said, not looking at him directly, but hoping he would understand what you meant without you having to explain everything.

Wolf stayed silent for a few seconds, watching you in a way that seemed to analyze more than just your words. Then, unhurriedly, he gave a faint smile—a mix of understanding and something else.

"I’d say you might need some company," he replied, his voice calm, with a playful tone. But it was a genuine offer, as if he truly wanted to be there.

You looked at him, and somehow, you didn’t need to think much about accepting. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the idea of being with him—even in silence—good company.

"Do you think you’re up for the job?" you asked with a subtle, almost teasing smile but without malice. Before waiting for a response, you were already turning to leave the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing on the empty floor.

Wolf smiled back, his gaze softer, as if he was amused by your challenge but not pushing it. "The job’s mine, if you give me the chance to prove it."

As you walked away, a feeling of something new and unexpected began to grow inside you. Something you couldn’t fully understand yet but that, somehow, felt like exactly what you needed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

After hours of intense training with Miyagi-Do, you found yourself alone in the gym, immersed in the rhythmic sound of your punches and kicks against the punching bag. The steady noise echoed through the empty room, almost hypnotic, as your muscles worked tirelessly. Each movement flowed with precision, and for a few moments, it felt like the world around you disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the challenge in those strikes—a relief from the thoughts piling up in your mind, helping you feel more centered with every hit.

Wolf's presence, however, was like a shadow—unexpected and silent. His voice cut through the room's stillness, interrupting your flow of concentration.

"Alone again, huh?" His unmistakable voice carried a casual tone, as if it were a gentle tease.

You paused for a second, feeling the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat generated by your training. Turning around, you saw him leaning against the doorframe, wearing his usual lazy smile. But his eyes were sharper, observing your movements with an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"If you're going to keep following me, at least bring me some coffee," you joked, trying to hide a smile when you realized he seemed more present there than he should have been.

He chuckled softly, almost as if amused, before crossing the space like it was the most natural thing in the world. His steps were unhurried, and his gaze stayed fixed on you, analyzing every detail of your demeanor.

"You're demanding, you know that?" he commented, coming closer, his voice husky and tinged with something you couldn’t fully decipher.

"Just fair," you replied without breaking eye contact before resuming your practice. Your body followed a sequence you'd repeated countless times, almost second nature by now. Even so, you knew you were testing yourself, pushing your limits because that was part of who you were: the challenge.

Wolf stood still, watching you for a few moments. The silence between you was palpable but not uncomfortable. He was studying your every move, every curve of your motion, as if trying to figure out what drove you to push yourself with such determination. His gaze carried weight, a magnetism that made the atmosphere around you feel heavier. It was impossible to ignore.

"What?" you finally asked, unable to suppress your curiosity.

"I'm just trying to understand you," he said, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You have this... way of making everything look easy, even when you're pushing yourself to the limit."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks but kept your focus. You couldn’t give in to the tension of the moment, even if part of you wanted to.

"Maybe it's because I don’t get distracted so easily," you countered, your voice carrying a subtle challenge.

"That sounded like a provocation," he murmured, stepping closer until he was almost within your reach. His proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from him seemed to fill the small distance between you.

Before you could respond or even process what was happening, Wolf leaned in slightly. It was quick, almost as if he anticipated your resistance, but not enough to stop him. His lips met yours in a soft, brief kiss, filled with intensity.

You froze for a second, too surprised to react. The touch was gentle but carried a purpose, an intent that made your heart race. He pulled back before you could reciprocate, his dark eyes meeting yours, assessing your reaction.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out hesitant.

"Testing a theory," he replied, the grin on his face now more daring, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I just wanted to see if you really don’t get distracted that easily."

Your heart was conflicted, and the hesitation in the seconds that followed felt like an eternity. But deep down, something in you was yielding. You didn’t know if it was the moment, the intensity, or simply Wolf and the way he seemed to turn your world upside down.

"Come on, there’s a place I want to show you," he said, his voice softer now, contrasting with his earlier playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in an attempt to maintain an irritated facade, though curiosity was already growing inside you.

"This again?" you asked, trying to suppress a smile. The last time he made such an offer, the night had turned out to be far more interesting than you'd expected.

He only smiled—that slightly crooked smile that seemed to carry a world of secrets and promises. It was annoyingly charming, as if he already knew you wouldn’t resist but was willing to wait, to give you the time you needed. When he extended his hand, the simple gesture carried a deeper weight, like a silent bridge between you.

"Trust me," his voice was soft but firm, carrying a calmness that somehow conveyed safety, even though the situation was completely unpredictable.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let on how your heart seemed to stumble in your chest.

"That’s asking too much," you joked, keeping your tone light even as the tension between you both was nearly tangible. Your hand hovered hesitantly in the air, not quite touching his.

Wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing your response. The playful smile returned, but there was something deeper hidden behind his gaze.

"Maybe it is," he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. "But you’ll have to take the risk."

Later that night, you and Wolf left the hotel, though it seemed like there was something more on his mind. Walking through the narrow streets of Barcelona, you noticed how his eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something specific. The city, illuminated by the soft glow of lights reflecting off the old stones, had an undeniable charm. The fresh night air was inviting, and although you didn’t know exactly where you were headed, there was a quiet confidence in the way he led the way.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to you with that signature smile of his.

“This again?” you teased, but the warmth in your chest betrayed the growing trust you truly felt.

He didn’t reply, just kept walking with you by his side. After a few minutes, you reached one of Barcelona’s most iconic landmarks: Park Güell. The main gate was closed at that hour, but Wolf seemed prepared. He found a discreet spot to climb over, and the mix of adrenaline and amusement as you scaled the fence made you laugh, momentarily forgetting about formalities.

When you finally reached the top of one of the park’s terraces, the view was breathtaking. The entire city stretched out before you, lit up like a sea of urban stars. The silence was broken only by a light breeze and the distant sounds of a city that never sleeps. Wolf sat down on one of the colorful mosaic benches and gave a small pat on the seat beside him, inviting you to join.

“Well? Was it worth it?” he asked, looking straight at you.

You gazed at the horizon, admiring the beauty of the city while feeling the weight of the moment between you.

“I’d say so,” you replied with a soft smile, glancing back at him.

Wolf didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He tilted his head, his playful smile softening into something more serious.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and captivating.

There was a moment of silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes. When he leaned in slightly closer, the air seemed to change, growing heavier with something you couldn’t quite name—courage, or maybe recklessness.

And then he moved in, stealing a quick kiss, full of intent. His lips brushed yours with initial lightness, as though testing the waters, but the warmth of the moment was undeniable.

You froze for a second, startled by his boldness, but soon felt your heart racing. Wolf pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes alight with a mix of mischief and tenderness.

“I thought you’d stop me,” he teased, his voice husky with anticipation.

Still tasting him on your lips, you smiled, a little hesitant but unable to deny the palpable attraction between you.

“I’m still deciding,” you replied, though your gaze betrayed your words.

Wolf chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep in your chest. He didn’t press further, but the intensity of the moment lingered, as if the kiss had been only the beginning of something neither of you dared to define just yet.

As you both sat there, looking out at the city side by side, the warmth of his presence was comforting, and the night seemed to take on a special meaning only the two of you understood.

The evening continued with an intensity you hadn’t expected but that felt natural, as though something long dormant had finally been given space to bloom. Wolf was careful, his gestures gentle yet firm, making it clear that the moment meant as much to him as it did to you.

The next morning, the light streaming through the thin curtains seemed brighter than usual, and it took you a few moments to get your bearings. The bed was still warm beside you, but when you turned your head, you realized Wolf wasn’t there. The spot where he had slept was already cold, indicating he’d been gone for some time.

A faint unease began to grow inside you. Maybe it was just your imagination, but something in the air felt different. Quickly dressing, you left the room, following the distant sound of muffled voices echoing down the hallway.

As you approached a small office at the end of the corridor, you immediately recognized the voices. You stopped near the slightly ajar door, your heart pounding as you listened. It was Wolf talking to someone. He sounded irritated, his voice firm but tinged with frustration.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, Silver,” he said, trying to keep his tone low, but it was clear he was holding something back.

“The plan?” Silver replied, their voice calm but with a calculated coldness that sent a chill down your spine. “You should know that unexpected things happen. We’re not here for romance, Wolf. You know what’s at stake.”

Romance? The word echoed in your mind like thunder. You felt your hands go cold as your mind scrambled to process what you were hearing. Wolf responded, his voice now quieter, almost inaudible, but his posture as he spoke was tense.

“She has nothing to do with this, Silver. I know what I’m doing.”

Silver let out a short, dry laugh.

“You think you do. But what you’ve done could jeopardize everything. We can’t afford distractions right now, especially when we’re so close.”

It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet. Distraction. Was that what you were to him? Every moment from the night before, every smile, every glance... was it all just a distraction?

Without realizing it, you took a step back, causing the door to creak slightly. The voices in the office stopped instantly. You didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest as you hurried back down the hallway.

When you reached your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overflow. The night before had been real to you, but now doubts were creeping in. Who was Wolf, really? And what exactly was at stake that you didn’t know about?

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. You didn’t answer, but Wolf’s voice came from the other side, calm yet laced with something that sounded... like concern.

“Can we talk?” he asked, not forcing his way in. “I know you heard. And I know how it must seem.”

You stayed silent for a moment, your hand hesitating on the doorknob. Opening that door would mean facing questions you weren’t sure you were ready to ask. But at the same time, a part of you wanted answers. Needed them.

Finally, you turned the knob and opened the door, facing Wolf with a mixture of distrust and expectation.

You felt a growing heat in your throat and mouth, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“You’re working with him?” Your voice was tense, and the air around you felt heavy.

He hesitated, and the silence that followed said more than any words could.

You didn’t know if you could trust anything anymore. All those feelings, that moment... now it all felt like a lie.

“So it was all a lie, then? All of it?” The bitterness in your voice was clear. The words came out heavier than you could control, and the weight of disappointment pressed against your chest.

He didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, as if searching for a way to explain himself. But nothing he could say seemed to make sense.

“It wasn’t a lie. Not all of it,” he finally said, trying to take a step closer to you.

But you stepped back.

“Not all of it?” you repeated, incredulous. “How am I supposed to trust you, Wolf? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

He seemed to struggle with his words, but before he could say anything else, you raised your hand, stopping him.

“Don’t say anything else. You’ve done enough,” your voice cracked. You took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

“Y/N…”

“No.”

With that, you turned away and grabbed your belongings, the weight of disappointment crushing your chest. Wolf didn’t try to follow you. He just stood there, watching you gather your things, knowing he had lost something he could never get back.

And as you walked away, you felt that this fight wasn’t just in the open. It was within you. Against the feelings that stubbornly lingered for someone who had broken your trust.

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