You donโt remember the teacherโs name anymore. You donโt remember what grade it was. But you remember that doll โ soft, hand-stitched, perfect. The way it was presented to you like some rare treasure in front of the class. โFor kindness,โ she said. โFor always helping others.โ
The first time you met Drew Starkey, it wasnโt dramatic. No slow motion, no music swellingโjust a half-chaotic film set for Hellraiser, cables taped across the floor, people shouting cues, and you trying not to trip over anything important.
Y/N is the girl who has no friends at school, the type of girl who gets made fun of by the popular kids, she's always been strange her life Obbseded with witchcraft, crystals and animals. She always sits alone at school and reads.
rafe knew sabrina didn't fully love him you were simply dating to use him for his money, wanting to show off that you had the hottest man in obx. thats why he fucked around with other girls on in obx on the low, making sure the girls he slept with stayed quiet so you wouldn't find out.
Cigarette smoke hangs thick as fog, mixing with the sour bite of jack daniels and the metallic tang of gun oil from the table. A single green bankerโs lamp throws a cone of light over scattered ledger sheets, polaroids of rival cuts, and a half-empty bottle. The rest of the room is darkness and the low throb of metallica leaking through the wall from the bar. Rafeโs been still for thirty-two minutesโthirty-twoโhis cock buried to the root inside you, thick and pulsing, while he scratches numbers into a spiral notebook like itches at the corner of every page. Youโre straddling him in the creaky wooden chair, tiny denim skirt rucked up to your waist, panties long gone, his blazer still on his shoulders because he refused to take it off. The leatherโs warm from his body, the president patch rough against your chest every time you breathe. Youโre soaked. Embarrassingly, achingly soaked. Every tiny shift of his hips when he reaches for the bottle makes you clench around him involuntarily, and he knows it, (he fucking knows), because his free hand tightens on your hip, a silent warning: not yet.
It started with a favor. You were never supposed to meet him โ not really. You were just stepping in for your sick roommate, interviewing some high-profile CEO for the student paper. You didnโt expect him to be so young. Or so sharp. Or to look at you the way he did, as if he already owned your next breath.
Her - horses, apples, low waisted mini denim shorts, red flannels tucked into her bra like a crop top, her cowboy boots, plaiting her hair, cuddles, coffee, head kisses, virgin, music, dolly partin. 5,3ft
Her-- older men, ladybirds, short low waisted denim skirts, white tank tops, low waisted flared jeans, apple juice, cuddling, sleeping together, head kisses, random makeout sessions.
Rafe sometimes gets panic attacks but hides them; he never shows them to people, only person who has seen one before is Barry; Rafe never lets anyone know about Barry though. Rafe and Barry are never seen together, and Rafe keeps his dealer a secret; rafe comes to Barry, Barry doesnโt come to Rafe (most of the time unless to demand his money and threaten). NOTE: Barry is not a frequent character, he is very rare; do not include him in many plots.