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election is next week. you all know what to do *chainsaw revving*
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what does this mean this is so ominous.... ?
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containment breach. i repeat: we have a containment breach
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daily jade doodle #473 :)
#jade harley #jade #homestuck #digital art
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I’ve “captchalogued” a box of silver sharpies and “allocated” a bottle of alcohol to my specibus. Is this anything
#its nothing
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thank you alpha dave strider for being the worlds first transmasc absentee father
#sure i'll reblog that
Because you follow #dirk strider
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[untagged s/h vent art]
#dirk strider #hs
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would anyone be interested in my gender headcanons
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too late i've already decided for you
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#i know i sound insane but HEAR ME OUT...
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anyways here’s my analysis on how the dichotomy between the prospit kid family and the dersite kid family acts as a foil for the dichotomy between the pexies and megidos
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In your orbit!
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im so infuriated by the rampant impersonation on this website. i am the only dave strider there is. anyone else claiming to be me i consider to be low level identity theft, disrespectful and offensive.
#stop it.
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oh hey jade hate anon. we thought you were dead
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Cupcakes and Rainstorms
Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader
Warnings - fluff, enemies to something, kissing. Rafe has a crush.
Getting stuck on the side of the road in a rainstorm has an unexpected outcome
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The sudden downpour came out of nowhere. The joys of summer rainstorms. One minute, the sun is shining, and then suddenly, the sky becomes dark and grey.
It was just your luck that the heavens opened while you were making a delivery to the Figure Eight. You father's beat up, bakery van was never good in the rain.
The white van with a smiling cupcake tended not have the ability to break in the rain. You begged your father to upgrade it as the business grew but he insisted it worked perfectly fine. The rusted, cupcake smiling, piece of shit.
Sure, it had memories from the days when the bakery first opened but it wasn't worth your life. You should have just biked the five dozen white cupcakes to the obnoxious white themed party.
What 14 year old held a white themed party, anyway?
You had pulled over to check the directions and got stuck in a muddy puddle, which was more like a bog with a stupid little white dress on. No way could you risk trying to push the fucking, heap of junk in the rain.
You had phoned JJ for help but had no luck and it wasn't worth trying the others. If JJ didn't pick up, the others wouldn't. Whatever shit he was getting up to, they were definitely with him. You sent an SOS message to the group, but they could take hours.
Hitting your head on the stirring wheel, you groaned in tune with the horn. Stuck between Figure Eight and The Cut with your phone battery dead. Maybe you should have called a tow truck before JJ.
With the horn blaring you didn't hear the roar of the motorcycle. It was the sharp knocking on the driver window that caught your attention.
"Holy shit!" You yelled, jumping and holding a hand over your heart.
Stood outside your window in the pouring rain, white shirt soaked through was Rafe Cameron.
"What the hell, are you doing?" You rolled down the window as he frowned at you.
"Oh, that's a shame. I thought I found a dead Pogue"
You could have sworn he looked concerned for a moment before realising it was you.
"Sorry to ruin your fantasy" you grumbled, ready to roll the window up on him but his hand stopped you.
"It's pissing it down," He pointed out, like you couldn't tell.
"And?"
"Let me sit for a bit"
You raised an eyebrow at him, watching the rain drip from his hair as the fabric of his shirt, which made it more and more see-through. He noticed you looking, and a small smirk appeared.
"Come on, my bike is laying in the mud, and this shirt is expensive."
You glanced in the mirror, noticing the motor bike thrown down in the bog like puddle. Had he really been that concerned?
"Fine, but you're phoning for a tow truck." He was already running round to the passenger side.
He made a shivering noise as he slammed the passenger door shut and shook himself. "You didn't call a truck?"
"Dead battery" you held up, your battered and broken phone.
It had a cracked screen and worn-out case, but you loved it. The lock screen was of the gang on the beach, and tucked in the back was a post-it with a doodle from Kie.
It was your father's stupid cupcake, smoking a joint, and the knife stabbed into the icing.
"So we're stuck." Rafe tried not to smile at the doodle as you throw your phone upside down on the dashboard.
"We?" You looked over at him.
Taking in his appearance more. He really did have a body like a Greek god, clearly visible with his shirt clinging to his toned torso. He had a face like an angel when he wasn't scowling.
"Don't have my phone on me, sweetheart" He shrugged, patting his pockets to prove a point.
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Who the fuck, doesn't have their phone on them?"
"Didn't think I needed it"
After some silence and the annoyance of him huffing while playing with random things in the van. You snapped,
"Would you stop that?"
"Stop what?"
"Breathing so hard"
"I'm just breathing"
"Well, stop"
"I'm sure you and your little friends would love that"
"I wouldn't be complaining"
"Wow. Ouch" He scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Didn't know you could be so heartless"
"Guess we don't know a lot about each other"
"I do" He muttered, so quitely that you barely caught it.
"Oh really? Let's see what the Kook King, thinks of a Pogue 'peasant' like me"
The rain was still hammering down on the windscreen and making a tinny sound as it bounced of the roof of the van.
He scoffed at you again. "I wouldn't say peasant. What with your father's business and all"
You rolled your eyes. Of course, he wouldn't reject the idea of being called Kook King.
Your father's bakery had become so popular in Outerbanks that custom had even spread the main land. He had more than enough to move, upgrade, and even buy a house in the Figure Eight, but he didn't want the change. Everything he was gaining was going into a collage fund for you and your future.
"Thanks, I guess"
Uncomfortable silence fell again as the rain didn't ease.
"Why did you stop?"
"Stop what?" He asked again.
"At the van"
He shrugged "I knew it was your father's"
Rafe didn't look at you as he quickly added at the same time as you, before you even asked why.
"Fucking smiling cupcake"
You actually laughed at the timing. Little did you know, he hated the cupcake as every time he saw it around, he hoped it was you driving.
In the cute polo shirt with the cupcake logo and shorts that hugged your butt. The baseball cap with the same logo, worn backwards and your white, now grey, scuffed up converse.
You bounced around, smiling and wishing good day to people as you delivered the elite of the island. Music blaring out of the rust bucket or taping away on your phone, nodding as you picked the next track before hopping on your bike.
The first time he saw you around was about a year ago. Sure, he'd seen you with the Pogues, but he really noticed you when you had come to Tanneyhill.
It wasn't even an actual delivery. You had been popping by to pick Sarah up for John B bringing a small box of baked goods with you. Wheeze actually hugged you when she saw you at the door. She loved the cupcakes.
"You scared me, you know?" He played with the ring on his finger.
"How?"
"When I saw the van, and the horn. I thought
...." he sighed as you watched him. He looked so vulnerable as he swallowed.
"I was dead?" You frowned, you were going to snark back about how fucking morbid that was before he shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.
"So you throw your bike in the mud? Wow, dramatic much? " You chose a lighter topic, which actually made him laugh.
🧁
"Hey, hey," you hit his hand away from the box of perfectly iced cakes. "Don't eat those!"
"We have been sat here an hour." Rafe pointed out his watch.
Your eyes went wide, shit, shit, shit. An hour. You were an hour late. An hour of money lost. An hour of no one coming to rescue you. A hour of -
"I'm sure, Wheeze won't mind"
Wheeze? What the hell, did he mean Wheeze? His baby sister.
Oh, you were going to kill, Jeremy. The dipshit had put Tawney Hall on the delivery notice. No wonder you couldn't find it. If you known you were delivering for the Camerons you would have never pulled over in the first place.
"Wheezie, wanted a white theme party?" You found that hard to believe.
"Rose wanted" He corrected as he grabbed a cupcake from the box again.
You hit his hand a moment too slow, causing the cupcake to go flying and land on his drying, white shirt. You laughed and covered your mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry." You tried to be sincere, but the laughter didn't help.
"I told you this was expensive, baby"
He shook his head at you, he looked annoyed but there was a twinkle in his eye. God, had they always been so blue?
He dipped his finger into the icing before making you gasp as he ran it down your nose.
"Rafe, no, no" You laughed and put your hands up but was not use.
Soon, you both ended up covered in icing and crumbled cakes.
His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan over your lips. You had ended up with your back against the door as Rafe fitted perfectly between your legs. His hand cupped your neck as you held his shoulder.
His eyes darted from yours to your lips and back again. He swallowed a few times as your heart beat loudly in your chest.
"Kiss me"
It was a whisper, but he caught it and took only a moment before his lips collied with yours. He tasted of vanilla icing.
You broke suddenly apart as the familiar tune of The Twinkie's horn sounded so close by.
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