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abiiors · 9 months

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august

a/n: another fic set in italy? mmm, maybe the author has a type

minors dni!! mentions of alcohol, smut

wc: 4.1k

“there you are. i’ve been looking for you…”

matty’s fingers still on the rim of his glass as soon as the words fall on his ears. it’s a high-pitched voice, girly and excited. it sounds like one of his fans. and that is the last thing he needs right now.

he sits frozen in his chair, eyes firmly straight ahead, at the bartender cleaning some wine glasses with a rag. if he doesn’t turn around, maybe whoever this is will go away. they’ll get bored of his cavalierness or assume he’s drunk, high, or both. who’d want to deal with a pissy rockstar on an evening as beautiful as this one?

the owner of the voice does not go away.

“i was talking to you,” she says and he hears the tell-tale scrape of the bar stool next to him being pulled back.

the girl is definitely somewhere around his age, maybe even a good three or four years younger. she’s dressed for an italian night; a flowy dress, her hair curled in loose waves—or perhaps it’s from the salty air—blows gently with the breeze and still fans her face perfectly.

she is pretty. matty has seen prettier.

“do i know you?” he asks. sure, there’s a small rude tinge to it but he’s really not in the mood right now.

on any other day, he’d be all for sacrificing a bit of his personal space to entertain fans. fuck, he’d happily share a drink, especially on a quiet night like this when he’s alone at the bar just sipping on his rum and coke. all they ever do is ask for a photo or a quick chat. if they’re locals they ask if he likes it here. as if his answer validates the existence of an entire town.

“no,” she replies and smiles wide at him. perhaps a bit too wide.

“you said you were looking for me…” he feels dumb for even asking it since it’s such an obvious ploy. a line to chat him up at the bar.

the girl briefly glances over his shoulder and at something behind him. it’s quick, but his paranoid brain tracks the movement.

“i’m cara,” she says, “can you pretend like you know me?”

the quick shifty glance is back, it simultaneously intrigues and unsettles him. what if this girl is with some tabloids and about to make it his problem?

he can already see the headlines splashed everywhere–

matty healy with a mystery girl in italy.

has matty healy eloped with mystery girlfriend?

of course, she won’t stay the mystery girl for long if she’s here with the tabloids. she’d get her fifteen minutes of fame. he’d have to find a new hiding spot. and he can’t have this taking away this attention this close to the album release.

“what do you want?” he asks. it’s quite openly rude at this point but he doesn’t give two shits about it.

“can you pretend to know me?” she asks again. then she screws her eyes shut.

a little crease forms between her brows, the first mark of imperfection on her otherwise smooth face. when she opens her eyes again, the too-wide smile is gone.

“okay this is embarrassing…i was here on a date? he’s behind you—don’t look!” she chastises when he immediately turns around. sure enough, there’s a surly-looking older man at a table right behind him. matty turns around and raises an eyebrow in judgement.

“no, i know!” she whines as if they’re decade-long friends. “he didn’t look like that in his photos.”

“tinder works here?” because somehow that’s the most astonishing thing about all of this. for tinder to even be a thing in this tiny town, nestled—quite literally—between two rocks.

“yeah! not the point…what’s your name?”

“matty.”

“no the point, matty,” she continues without taking a second to breathe. “he keeps talking about fish and ugh, they are so slimy! but i think i’m going to fall asleep if i have to hear about italian marine life one more time!”

the indignation in her voice makes him laugh. almost. it would have, if he’d moved on from the barrage of things happening all at once.

“and then…” he tries to stir her to the crux of this conversation. because something about her face tells him she’s not done ranting about the fish.

“and then i pretended to run into an old friend, that’s you, by the way,” she points at him with one well-manicured finger, “who i hadn’t seen in years!”

finally, the girl takes a deep breath, gulping in air to make up for all the breathless rambling. “so,” she presses her hands together, almost in prayer, “can you pretend to know me?”

matty looks behind him again at the man. he’s definitely in his forties, fifties even. nowhere near in age to the girl in front of him. and he can’t see the usual signs of a tabloid reporter—his phone is not out, there’s no notepad, no shifty glances towards bushes where there might be other people hidden with a camera. this man only stares at the girl and shoots dirty looks at him.

“yeah okay,” matty turns back to her, “cara, was it?”

“yeah…” she trails off. “can i buy you a drink? as a thank you?” then she winces, “and also so we can pretend to, um, catch up?”

matty chuckles. he still doesn’t fully believe that this isn’t an elaborate scheme of some sorts (quite narcissistic of him but oh well). but the more cara speaks, the more he finds himself relaxing in her presence. it’s a…lot. but it’s a good change from the quiet two weeks he’s had.

“sure,” he says “but only if you tell me more about tinder.”

cara slides a slick black card towards the bartender, asking for a bottle of rouge. she doesn’t care about the good years for wine. the bottle in front of her is older than both of them, possibly even both of them combined. the drink in matty’s hands is almost over, only the vestiges remain with a thin wedge of lime, and she feels like it’s a good evening to drink a bottle of good vintage red.

especially when her company is as gorgeous as the man in front of her.

his face is familiar, fascinating—dark, wild curls that frame his face in an effortlessly messy manner. he’s wearing a casual linen shirt that softly settles on him as if it’s made only for him. and maybe it is; he looks the type to ‘invest in quiet luxury’. people don’t just come to remote italian towns alone unless they’re trying to escape.

“so who are you running from?” it’s meant to be a ha-ha funny joke but she can barely suppress the curiosity in her voice.

“are you always this direct with strangers?”

so he doesn’t find it as funny as she does. but cara doesn’t let herself wilt at his tone. it’s not as curt as it was before, which was fair enough. she had stepped into his private bubble on what was probably a quiet evening.

it also doesn’t slip her notice that he answers one question with another.

“mm, no,” she shrugs, lifting up her glass to clink onto his, “just the pretty ones.”

she’s not usually one to shy away from flirting but this statement surprises her as much as it does him. for one, it’s not meant to be flirty. it’s simply a fact she’s stating.

the sky is blue, tomatoes are disgusting, and matty is pretty.

“cin cin,” she lifts up her glass, before taking a swig.

matty eyes her for a moment, curiosity finally seeping into his eyes, slowly taking her in. it’s not lecherous but it’s also not not interested. she knows when men want her, she knows when they overconfidently think they can have her and she knows when they know they can have her. matty falls under the latter category.

“so who are you running from?” he echoes. matty rests his chin on his palm, looking up at her through his long eyelashes.

his wine glass lays abandoned on the counter, barely touched but cara is flattered that he finds her more interesting.

“not who,” she says, “what. i’m running away from boredom.”

her tone is conspiratorial, a whisper, and matty rolls his eyes. she doesn’t bother correcting his assumption that she’s joking. it doesn’t matter really, they always think what they want to think. she can sense their conversation dying down. maybe they will sit here awkwardly now till her date goes away, maybe she’ll have to make the dreaded small talk but matty surprises her by talking again.

“for the record, i’m not running.” he picks up the glass, swirling it lightly before taking a sip of the wine, “i’m only hiding.”

with half the bottle gone, conversation flows easier than it did in the first fifteen minutes. between sips of the rich and delicious wine, cara has managed to glean that he lives in london and he will fly to new york at the end of this month.

“a traveller,” she says appreciatively and matty clicks his tongue.

“a workaholic,” he counters. “where do you go after this?”

“new zealand, i think.”

“you…think?” he raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “a spontaneous traveller?”

it’s her turn to laugh then. “a spoiled nomad.”

that’s her usual explanation for her job. because explaining to people that she can’t stay long in one place for fear of being bored out of her mind feels too shallow, too personal. besides, why does he even need to know more? it’s not like he’s a permanent fixture in her life.

and what she really doesn’t want to say is that she’s just a silly, frivolous girl chasing one summer after the other.

“freelance pays well,” she says instead. it’s vague enough.

matty is on his second glass by now, swirling it around mindlessly while he talks to her. she can’t resist looking at his hands. long, graceful fingers, perfect for a pianist but there’s also the callouses on the pads on his fingers. nails cut short and clean but there's also the bitten-down cuticles.

“are you going to tell me that the wine tastes like…” she deepens her voice comically, putting on a posh, classy french accent, “pears, cherries and the suffering of the peasants.”

it surprises her when matty bursts out laughing. it’s not big and boisterous, it’s boyish, a giggle that just escapes out of him. cara almost wants to coo at how cute his teeth are, crooked and uneven in a charming way instead of the straight, white teeth she’s so used to seeing on people in her world.

“mm,” he runs his tongue on his bottom lip, licking up a stray drop, “the undertones of young jean-luc’s tears really come through.”

cara laughs distractedly at the joke, much more focused on the way his tongue runs on his lip. a sudden heat flares through her at the sight. how long has it been since she’s been properly fucked?

the alcohol makes her blood flow faster, freer, and the man in front of her makes electricity course through it. how cliché is it that she wants to sleep with the first gorgeous man she ran into at a bar? but cara only vaguely pays attention to the judgemental part of her brain.

she leans over, the age old cheap tactic to give guys an eyeful of her cleavage but matty keeps looking into her eyes, right at her.

“you genuinely only used me to get away from your date?” there’s a curiosity in his voice that piques her own. he sounds like he expects there to be more, like they’re not supposed to be strangers. or rather…he’s not supposed to be a stranger to her.

“are you like, some royal prince or something?” she giggles, “you’re making it sound like i should know you.”

that makes him laugh again, the same giggle from before but a bit dimmed now. “not a prince, no. it’s just before… you said you were looking for me, when you first found me.”

“oh that,” yeah she does remember that. she waves it away, “only something i said for marco, the date, to overhear.”

“still,” he counters, “you said you were ‘looking for me’. you didn’t say ‘oh, i thought it was you,’ or use some random name to cover up the fact that you didn’t actually know me. you said you were looking for me.”

she puffs out her cheek, thinking back to her words. she had indeed said that. “i guess i was… looking for someone to help me out? you didn’t, and don’t take this the wrong way, you don’t look like a local. i assumed anyway, that you would speak english. guess i was right!”

matty slaps a hand on his chest, dramatic and clutching at the soft linen shirt, the material wrinkles and moves under his fingers revealing the hint of a tattoo.

“you don’t think i look italian?”

“mmm no, too pale,” she teases, “not nearly enough wine drunk on such a pretty night. you were sulking!”

“i was not sulking,” he cries with mock indignation, leaning closer to her now.

“you were!” she matches his pitch, “brooding even, like a true byronic man. i should have guessed you were english.”

“a byronic man…” matty trails off, “that’s a first.”

they’re close now, leaning in together conspiratorially almost, one pulling the other in with their gravitational pull. cara just wants to let her instincts take over.

she places a hand on his knee, slowly inching it upward.

“we could make this a night, you know… stop you from sulking.”

if he’s shocked by her rather bold proposition, he doesn’t show it. matty watches her, warm breath cascading over her face that spreads a layer of goosebumps over her skin. her body feels hot and flush, much less the effect of the warm summer evening and alcohol.

“i…wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

his fingers trail up her arm, tracing the path of her goosebumps, the small tattoos she’s gotten all over the world—some errant lyrics in costa rica, a skyscraper in new york. matty has his own tattoos too; beautiful ones and shabby ones. numbers on the inside of his wrist and a singular word on the back of it—DAD—that looks like it was done by someone with access to a tattoo gun and a lot of weed. then there’s the one she’d seen peeking between his chest.

matty’s eyes are blown out, pupils dilating the more he looks at her.

“fuck…you’re gorgeous,” he says, watching intently as she shies away from his gaze.

“matty…” cara breathes, his name slipping out from between her parted lips seamlessly. “let’s go.”

their breaths mix with each other; heady, dizzying, and electric. cara doesn’t know if it’s the wine coursing through her body or the man in her arms, but every touch of his fingers makes her see sparks. they grip around her waist tightly, digging through the fabric of her loose dress. they dent into her soft skin and she feels held, supported against his stature.

“we have to stop kissing long enough,” matty laughs against her mouth. because here they are, lingering in midnight dark italian alleys. racy breaths echoing against ancient cobblestones as they fight to control their teenage lust.

cara nods frantically, unable to tear her hands away from him for longer than a second. his hair is as soft as she’d imagined it would be, slipping between her fingers now that she musses it up.

“you’re a nymph,” he teases when she sucks on a spot on his neck. but then his hands are back on her chin, guiding her mouth back to his. the kisses that are all urgency—teeth and tongue and lust. they make her see stars.

somehow they peel away from each other, stumbling for a few more feet, laughing breathlessly when matty pulls her against a wall again to kiss her neck, right above her collarbone in a way that makes her knees go weak.

“okay, okay,” she tries to push him away. but cara is weak and full of want. “okay,” she says again, “we go back to your room now and i’ll show you,” she nips at his jaw playfully, “i’ll show you what a nymph i can be.”

so he grips at her hand, running along the little alleys giggling to themselves and each other. this is just another hook up for cara, a one night stand with a gorgeous man she met at the bar, nothing she hasn’t done before. but she feels alive like this, young again, back when she used to sneak out of her bedroom at night to hook up with her first boyfriend, the thought that her parents might find her missing adding equal amounts of thrill and fear.

there are no parents to catch her now, no consequences for sleeping with whoever she wants to. but she misses that thrill.

matty makes her feel that thrill.

she bounces on the balls of her feet, impatient and excited while matty fumbles with the keys. the damn door wont open.

“fuck it,” he curses, pulling her into him again and kissing her already swollen lips.

sweat rolls down her back out here. she’s dying to feel the cool air of the ac on her skin. she’s dying to feel his hot mouth on her skin, his feverish kisses.

he finally manages it, to pull himself away from her, to put the right keys in the old-fashioned lock, to make the creaky door swing open. they get jammed into the narrow door, trying to get in at the same time and they burst into a fit of juvenile giggles.

someone shushes them loudly as their laughter echoes into the quiet of the night. an elderly tenant perhaps but that only intensifies the giggles.

his linen button-down is the first to go as soon as the door shuts—discarded by the door casually. it gets half caught up on the doorknob but neither of them notices, too lost in the kisses again. neither of them bothers to turn on the lights either.

cara suspects matty knows this room like the back of his hand by now. she doesn’t need to. she can trust him at least in this regard.

“matty,” she half-speaks, half-moans, “i want you. i want you right now.” it’s a needy and desperate confession and it turns him on even more.

his hands are fast and nimble, eager to remove the barrier of clothes between them. still, he takes a moment to watch the straps slide down her skin. lips parted in awe and pupils blown out wide.

cara watches him. simply because he looks beautiful.

“like what you see?” she teases and watches him swallow roughly.

it’s certainly a sight—them standing opposite each other, matty in his trousers, her in delicate lace panties that have a bow on them. no bra, because no girl on a holiday in italy should be subjected to one.

he walks backwards, eyes firmly on her body, lingering in all the places that make her feel like the sexiest woman on earth. he walks backwards till he eventually finds the bed and sits.

“come here,” he says, beckons more like. so she does—walking with a deliberate sway to his hips that his eyes train on until she’s standing right in front of him. knees touching his.

“wow,” he says, looking up at her in awe, “wow, you’re beautiful…”

cara knows she’s beautiful, she knows she won the genetic lottery from her attractive parents, it doesn’t make her vain and shallow. but hearing him say the words is still a delight. he makes it sound like he’s consumed by her beauty (even though it’s likely the bottle of red that’s hazing their thoughts), he makes her feel like his own little midnight sun. bright, unique, central to his universe.

sober cara would never think such stupid thoughts.

wine drunk cara lets him pull her onto his lap.

she kisses him again, slow and sensual this time, rolling her hips against his, grinding on the coarse material of his jeans. it’s deliberate torment, a torturous build-up so he could finally relieve the ache between her legs.

“please,” she breathes, “touch me.”

so he does, gently gripping her waist to keep her in the steady rhythm while his mouth moves down to her breasts. his tongue flicks around her nipple, drawing out a gasp and making her arch her back. she wants more, so much more.

so cara decides to take charge.

with one gentle push, matty’s on his back, and she on top. his bulge brushes against her clit, drawing out whimpers. moonlight filters in through the windows, illuminating matty’s face only just so that she can see his swollen lips—red, delicious—she can’t resist stealing another kiss.

he helps her undo his belt, fingers brushing while they fiddle with the buckle together, laughing into the kiss at their clumsiness but once the belt comes off, so do his jeans and boxers. and then matty hooks a finger in cara’s underwear to slide it down her hips and past her thighs until they’re flung in some corner of the room.

“so wet,” he moans, lowering her on his abdomen. his erection is pressed against her ass now; she’s ready and aching, eager to feel him. but some shred of common sense still remains.

“i’m not fucking you without a condom,” she giggles and watches the realisation dawn on his face.

he shifts under her, reaching for the bedside drawer. the movement makes her hiss with pleasure. all this build-up, and she can’t wait two more seconds for him to put the condom on.

cara shifts onto his thigh, grinding slightly and pumping his base with one hand until he’s done putting it on. she watches the way his eyes roll back in pleasure; if her hands have this much of an effect, what happens when…

matty’s hands are on cara’s waist, lifting her up and gently guiding down his cock, filling her in inch by inch. she splays a hand on his chest, barely registering his racing heart. all she can focus on is how good he feels; hard and stretching her out. filling her to the hilt.

“shit baby,” he hisses. his hands grip her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh while she rolls her hips on his pelvis; uses him to get herself off essentially.

she can already feel a bruise blooming on the back of her thighs where he grips her possessively.

“fuck, you feel good,” she mumbles, already consumed by the feeling of his tip hitting him over and over, in just the right spot. matty’s hand reaches down and between then, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles until she’s screaming his name and practically soaking him with her slick.

matty moves his hips too, thrusting up, fucking into her till a continuous string of curses falls out of his mouth. his chest glistens with sweat, sticky and warm and beautiful in the moonlight. cara is lost in the pleasure but she traces the outline of a tattoo, the name of another woman. matty is not important enough to her yet to feel anything about the name. but she can appreciate the beauty of it.

the pleasure builds and builds, her thoughts swirl more and disappear entirely the more he thrusts into her. he’s figured out her pattern—the rhythm that makes her tick and drives her crazy. and even when her thighs burn and tremble, she can’t seem to slow down.

she just wants to soar up and up and up until…

matty’s hand is between her legs again, flicking her clit so roughly that it makes her cry out. and that’s what drives her over the edge.

cara moans his name, as waves upon waves of pleasure crash over her. she’s vaguely aware that she gripping onto his shoulders tightly, vaguely aware that she can feel his cock twitching inside her. maybe he’s cumming too but this isn’t about him.

gasping, cara throws her head back, letting the orgasm wash over her. the loud, filthy, wet sounds are softer now, slower in pace as they both come to a stop. no one says a word—there is no ‘oh that was so good’ or ‘let’s do that again’. there are only their breaths, out of sync and loud.

cara slumps forward, resting her warm cheek on matty’s chest, hearing his heart beating loudly in her ear. she feels…happy. probably just post sex endorphins. but she still relishes the feeling of matty’s hand threading through her hair, gently lulling her into sleep.

she doesn’t know how long they stay like that, but she has already drifted off by the time matty’s heart beat returns to normal.

i would love to know your thoughts pls <33 (this is scheduled but i am lurking like a ghost tihi)

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driversatellite · 11 months

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cruel summer | r.c | part two

synopsis: after she had been left heartbroken by jj maybank, y/n had felt herself feeling withdrawn from everything around her, it seemed that nothing could make her feel better, except for maybe her best friend sarah’s older brother, rafe cameron. the two had a rivalry that began before either of them could remember but after her heart was broken y/n found herself enjoying rafe’s presence more and more, maybe he wasn’t who she thought he was.

rafe cameron x desi!reader

part two: said “i’m fine,” but it wasn’t true

word count: 3.7k

a/n: hi guys!!! i hope you guys liked the first part of this series! i’ve been working on trying to get the skeleton of the series done so it’ll be easier for me to write and post in a timely manner and so far it’s been working. as always endless love to you all and i hope you guys like this part!!!! (likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciate <3!!!)

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It had already been a couple weeks since JJ’s bombshell announcement and Y/N would be lying if she said she felt better. Sure, she was over him and their relationship, but it still stung to see him move on this fast. She had expected to see Rina and JJ around sometimes, but it felt like the universe was truly against her, because it seemed like everywhere she went there they were, shoving their new relationship down her throat. She didn’t know how much more she could handle it, she just needed some time away from them.

Currently she was laying stomach down on Sarah’s bed with her legs up in the air, flipping through a catalog of her favorite boutique, all of the summer festivities were quickly approaching and she’d need new dresses for all of them. Sarah was sat at her vanity painting her toes as she rambled about her and John B’s last date and Y/N just hummed along. She loved that her friend was still in love, but it did sting hearing about how in love they were, but she could suck it up for Sarah.

Sarah was in the middle of telling a funny story about how John B had fallen off the HMS Pogue and into the marsh when her phone started to ring, she glanced down, “Oh, it’s John B,” She quickly swiped to answer the call and brought her phone up to her ear, “Hi, I’m with Y/N, what’s up?” Y/N could hear that John B was saying something, but couldn’t quite make out his words, but she saw Sarah nodding along, “Yeah, that sounds good, we’ll be ready.” Sarah nodded once more before bidding him a goodbye and hanging up the phone. She turned to Y/N who wore an inquisitive look on her face, “They’re coming to pick us up, we’re gonna have a marsh day.”

“Right now?” Y/N questioned and Sarah nodded, “Is Rina gonna be there?” She and Sarah hadn’t really talked much about JJ’s new girlfriend, Sarah had tried to get Y/N to open up to her, but Y/N refused to say anything negative. She had told her best friend that she was okay with it and that she was over JJ, while the latter was somewhat the truth, it did still sting that JJ had moved on so fast and that he pranced his new girlfriend all over town and brought her to all of the pogues’ hangouts. Rina was there so much that Y/N just couldn’t handle it, she started going to the chateau less and less and staying on figure 8 more and more, she knew JJ wouldn’t bring Rina to figure 8, he didn’t have a reason to.

Sarah frowned at Y/N’s question, she had noticed her best friend starting to pull away as well, and she didn’t want her to stop hanging out with the friend group because of JJ’s new girlfriend. She also knew that her best friend was stubborn and if she didn’t want to spend time around Rina, she would make sure she wouldn’t be spending time with Rina. She thought maybe if she made it seem like Rina wouldn’t be there then Y/N would be more likely to come. The rest of the pogues had expressed that they had missed seeing Y/N, because it had been a bit, because she had been keeping to herself and Sarah wanted Y/N to be able to have fun with her friends and not worry about JJ and Rina, “I don’t think so. John B didn’t say anything, he just said the normal crew is going to be there.

Y/N nodded and sighed, she could tell that Sarah wanted her to come, she could read her and she knew Sarah could read her too, but unfortunately for Sarah, she just didn’t feel like it. She knew no matter what she’d get thrown pity looks the entire time and everyone would try and get her to talk about her feelings, which wasn’t something she wanted to do at the moment, so she fake a small cough, “Well, I’m not feeling too well, I think I might just head home and get some rest. I think I may be coming down with something.”

Sarah knew Y/N was lying, it was easy to see through it, but she knew that Y/N probably had a valid reason for not wanting to go and she respected that, but she didn’t want her to be alone and wallow in self pity, “Your parents aren’t home and Neal’s not gonna take care of you, just stay here. Rose and Wheezie can help you feel better and keep you company, I can stay if you want too.”

Y/N shook her head, the last thing she wanted to do was keep Sarah cooped inside with her, “No, no, it’s okay. Go have fun. I think I just need some rest.”

Sarah nodded, “Okay, just rest here, I’ll tell Rose and Wheezie that you’re here. Rose will probably order you soup, that’s what she does whenever one of us is sick.”

Y/N smiled at Sarah, she knew that her best friend only wanted what was best for and it was hard for Sarah to see her like this, but she appreciated that she understood not to push her. She also thought that Rose ordering them soup whenever they felt sick was totally on brand for her. Sarah made sure that Y/N was comfortable and all tucked in before she left. It wasn’t much later that Y/N fell asleep.

She wasn’t asleep for too long, she guessed she just needed a quick power nap, she was feeling quite refreshed afterwards. She rolled over and grabbed her phone and saw some messages in the groupchat, but decided to ignore them for now. She went on to instagram and saw a story from Cleo and quickly clicked on it and instantly regretted it. The video started off normal, just showing all the pogues on the HMS Pogue having fun, but in the back she could see JJ and Rina all cuddled up and to make matters worse Rina was wearing her sweater, one that she had left at JJ’s place. She couldn’t believe him. She couldn’t believe that he felt so comfortable flaunting her all around town and giving Rina her sweater. She quickly felt her resolve cracking and before she knew it she was crying again.

She was getting sick of crying, but she somehow found herself crying a lot nowadays. She wondered why she wasn’t enough, what had made JJ dump her, what did Rina have that she didn’t? JJ wasn’t the first guy to dump her either, her freshman boyfriend had also dumped her for unknown reasons and it killed Y/N, she just wanted to know why she wasn’t enough. She was so lost in her thoughts and her sorrows that she didn't notice the footsteps approaching the door and the door opening.

Rafe had practically turned the house upside down looking for the keys to the druthers, he couldn’t seem to find them anywhere and his father refused to give him the spare keys, berating him for losing them. He had said that if Rafe wasn’t responsible enough to keep track of the keys he wasn’t responsible enough to take the druthers out. The only place he hadn’t checked was Sarah’s room, he knew that Sarah had taken the keys a couple nights ago for when Kiara, Y/N, and Cleo had come over to sleepover and he thought she must have forgotten to put them back, which is why he found himself barging into Sarah room. He had thought that her room would be empty, because he had heard Sarah saying bye to Rose, but when he barged in he was surprised to see a weeping Y/N sitting on Sarah’s bed.

“Shit, sorry. I thought Sarah left.” Rafe mumbled out causing Y/N to look up. She didn’t even bother wiping her tears, she didn’t care enough.

“She left.”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Then why are you still here?”

She let out an exasperated groan, “Can you just let me cry in peace Rafe?”

Rafe didn’t know what to do, he could listen and leave her alone, but his pesky conscience wouldn’t let him, he decided to put their rivalry aside for now, “Do you want to talk about it or something?” Y/N just shot him an incredulous look and he sighed, “Sorry, I don’t really know how to deal with crying or emotions.”

She just gave him a blank stare, “Yeah, I know.”

“So, do you want to talk about it?” Rafe asked once again and she gave him a look, but saw that he seemed like he’s being genuine.

“I thought you hated me.” She mumbled and Rafe gave her a small smile.

“Hate’s a very strong word, let’s just say I like getting on your nerves. It’s fun getting you all riled up.” Rafe told her as he took a seat on the edge of Sarah’s bed. She just rolled her eyes at his statement and grabbed the closest throw pillow and tossed it at him, which he easily dodged and laughed.

Y/N sighed as she looked to Rafe who wore a genuine look on his face, “Fine, I don’t know why I’m telling you this because I haven’t even told Sarah, so if you open your mouth Cameron, you’re done.” Rafe just smiled and held his hands up in surrender and nodded before pretending to zip up his mouth and throw away the key. The action causing her to roll her eyes and shake her head, “Well, I don’t know if you know already, but JJ decided to dump me and now he has a new girlfriend and he’s been flaunting her around town and they’re acting all coupley and in love and it just really fucking sucks to see that cause that was us like a few weeks ago. It stings how quickly he moved on and it’s just hard cause like did I really mean that little to him? And I can’t talk to any of my friends about it because then it’ll be this whole thing in the friend group and the last thing I need is drama. Plus everyone but Sarah has been friends with JJ longer, so they’ll probably take his side and I just don’t want to deal with all of that.” It felt good to finally get it off her chest. She had been holding it in for so long and telling someone had felt like this weight on shoulders had been released.

Rafe didn’t really know what to say, he had an inkling that JJ and Y/N had broken up, but to hear that he had dumped her made him mad, he didn’t know why he felt so strongly about it, but the thought of JJ being the one who dumped her made him feel a certain type of way, “Well, I never thought that he deserved you. You’ve always been too good for him.”

She glanced at Rafe before slumping back into Sarah’s countless pillows, “So why did he dump me then? Why did he move on so quickly? It seems like I wasn’t good enough. Am I not good enough? What’s wrong with me?” She could feel tears welling up in her eyes once again and she hated it, she hated that a boy could get her to cry this easily. She wished she was stronger, but unfortunately she was someone who felt almost everything and anything. Her parents had always told her that she was compassionate and that it was good and the fact that she felt so deeply was a blessing, but in that moment it felt like a curse.

Rafe scooted closer to her, he didn’t know the right thing to do, this was all new territory to him, “Hey, nothing’s wrong with you, he’s the one in the wrong.” His words seemed to calm her down a bit, the tears weren’t falling as fast, but they were still falling. Rafe moved even closer to her, “Like I said, I’m not good at this shit, but I was gonna take Wheezie to go get some ice cream, you can join us. I know it’s not a lot, but it might cheer you up.”

Y/N looked up at him and wiped some of the tears off of her face, “Really?”

Rafe nodded and felt a little proud at the fact that he had been able to calm her down, “This doesn’t mean we’re friends though.”

She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes, he was still Rafe, “Whatever Rafael.”

Rafe just smiled and got up and started towards the door before turning around and motioning to his face, “We’re leaving in like five, so you might want to go wash your face.”

Y/N let out a scoff before throwing another one of Sarah’s throw pillows at him, but he dodged it again, laughing as he left the room. He was still incorrigible

She did listen to him though and quickly washed her face before slipping off her loungewear and slipping on a sundress and grabbing her phone and bag before heading down the stairs to see Wheezie and Rose walking into the foyer.

Rose smiled warmly as she spotted Y/N, “Are you feeling better dear? Sarah told me you weren’t feeling well, I was just about to order some soup for you.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, “I’m feeling better, I guess I just needed some more rest.”

Rose nodded, “Rest is always good,” It was then when Rafe walked into the foyer, his keys dangling from his hand, “Well I won’t keep you guys, have fun at ice cream.”

The trio bid their goodbyes to Rose before heading out and getting into Rafe’s truck. The ride to the parlor was quick and went by even faster with Wheezie’s rambling. Y/N had missed spending time with the youngest Cameron.

They walked into the ice cream parlor and Y/N smiled, it had been a while since she had been there, but it always brought her comfort. It was one of their go-to places when they were kids and it seemed like nothing had changed. It still felt like it was right out of the 1950s and she loved it.

“God, it’s been so long since I’ve been here.” Y/N murmured as she looked around.

“Rafe takes me here every week, it’s kinda our new tradition.” Wheezie tells her before rushing up to where she could order. Y/N smiled at Wheezie’s words, she found it hard to believe that big bad Rafe Cameron took his sister to get ice cream every week, but when she spotted him animatedly conversing with the old owner she couldn’t help but smile, it was kinda adorable that he did this for his sister.

She quickly shook those thoughts away and headed towards the counter and marveled at all the flavors. There were still a lot of the same flavors, but there were a few new ones sprinkled in there as well.

“Do you still like the blueberry cheesecake and salted caramel flavors?” Rafe asked, causing Y/N to jump a bit, he had snuck up on her, but before she could scold him for that, his words sunk in.

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, “What are you? A stalker? How do you know that I like those flavors?”

Rafe shrugged, “I’m observant. We’ve been coming here since we were little and you always got the same thing, no matter what. Well except for that year where you only got chocolate chip cookie dough.”

She was taken aback by Rafe’s observation, he was right of course, but she was surprised that he had noticed that at all, but she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t know just as much about him. Growing up together really bonded you to a person, “Do you still always get mango and pistachio?”

Rafe nodded, “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s a stalker.” She just rolled her eyes and went to order her one scoop of blueberry cheesecake and one scoop of salted caramel. She heard Rafe order his usual mango and pistachio as well and smiled, at least she was right. She got to the cash register, it was a bubbly teen girl who was working there, she thinks she might have seen her at one of the boneyard parties, but couldn’t really remember at that moment. She went to put down her card but Rafe beat her to it, and nudged her to the side and put his card down, telling the cashier that he was paying for all three ice creams.

“Rafael, I can pay.” Y/N grumbled as he signed the receipt.

Rafe just nodded and handed Y/N her ice cream and nudged her towards where Wheezie was sitting, “I know you can, just go sit with Wheezie and eat your ice cream.” She went to say something but Rafe just nudged her closer to the patio and she just let out a huff and headed outside to the table that Wheezie was sitting at.

Y/N settled into the seat next to Wheezie and dug into her ice cream, she turned to Wheezie after she had taken a few bites of her ice cream, “So, how’ve you been Wheeze? It feels like it’s been forever.”

Wheezie smiled and finished her last bite of ice cream before replying, “It has been a while, I’m okay. The real question is how are you doing?”

Y/N swallowed and looked down and started to play with her ice cream, “You know?”

Wheezie nodded, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything, but you and Sarah talk really loudly and you talk a lot in the open spaces at home. It was hard not to hear.”

She sighed, “Well, it really does suck, but things happen and I guess I just have to toughen up and move on.”

Wheezie gave the older girl a soft smile, before moving her chair closer to her, “It’s okay to not be tough for once Y/N, you don’t always have to be okay.”

Y/N gave the younger girl an inquisitive look, “When did you get so wise Wheeze?”

Wheezie shrugged as she dug into her ice cream once more, “I’ve been reading books.”

Y/N laughed at the younger girl, spending time with Wheezie never failed to put a smile on her face, “Maybe I’ll join you in reading and I can be as wise as you. I have the time now.”

Wheezie lit up and nodded her head excitedly, “Yeah! You can come with me to the beach, sometimes Rafe comes too, I go to read and when he comes he usually just sleeps or surfs, so he won’t bother you.”

Y/N smiled and nodded before glancing to Rafe who had gone to grab some more napkins and water for them. Even though he liked to act like he was a big tough bad guy, it seemed that Rafe Cameron wasn’t who he said he was.

Rafe headed back to the table, napkins and water in hand and set them down before seeing the looks on Y/N and Wheezie’s faces, “What are you two gossiping about?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but took the water from him, “We weren’t gossiping.”

“I told Y/N that she should come to the beach with us sometime.” Wheezie said excitedly.

“She probably has other things to do, Wheeze.” Rafe said as he took a bite of his ice cream.

Y/N shook her head, “I’d love to come to the beach with you Wheeze.”

Wheezie grinned and excitedly rambled on about how they could go to the bookstore and pick out new books and grab snacks before they went to the beach and Y/N just smiled and nodded along.

Wheezie quickly ate her ice cream and begged Rafe to get seconds and he begrudgingly agreed, making her promise not to tell Rose. Wheezie nodded and promised and Rafe handed over his credit card and Wheezie rushed back inside to get seconds, leaving Y/N and Rafe alone.

She looked at Rafe who for once seemed pretty relaxed, “So is this what you do all day? Spend time with Wheezie?”

“What did you think I did?” Rafe asked.

She shrugged, “I don’t know, golf, play video games with the guys.”

Rafe shook his head, “Nah, golf is every Sunday and video games are just every other day.”

She just gave him an amused look before smiling, “You’re something else Rafael.”

Once Wheezie had gotten her seconds and finished it the trio was back on their way to Taneyhill. They would have left earlier, but Rafe was very particular about not wanting food in his truck, so they had to wait for Wheezie to finish.

“We’re going to the beach in a few days, if you were serious about coming.” Rafe tells her.

“A nice reading day would be nice.” Y/N sighed, she had missed doing simple things like that, with the pogues, it seemed like they always wanted to do something fun, they couldn’t just sit still for one moment, it would be nice to have a relaxing day, free of any worries.

“I’ll let Wheeze know and she can text you all the details.” Rafe said and Y/N smiled.

“I’m gonna head back home, can you let Sarah know I’m feeling better? And tell Rose too.” Y/N asked and Rafe nodded and watched her walk over to her house.

The day had been surprisingly nice, it might have started out sour, but it ended on a high note. She couldn’t believe that Rafe Cameron of all people had made her day better, but sometimes the most unexpected things are the best things. She also thought that the Rafe she had spent the day with was far from the Rafe she grew up with, it seemed like he had matured and maybe this new mature Rafe was someone she was willing to be friends with.

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Belong (2.5: Rewind) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; almost drowning, explicit sexual content (kissing, straddling, fingering, oral, penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 8k

Series Masterlist

Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.

Listen to: Marigolds by Boundary Run; Younger by Nightly || Playlist 🎶

8 years ago

It’s been a full week since you’ve met Min Yoongi. It’s also been a week since the last time you kissed. You won’t deny that you’ve been meaning to do it again; every time he drags his tongue through his teeth, it’s incredibly tempting. But you also won’t deny how much you’ve been enjoying the past few days with him.

You learn something about him everyday. Like how his dream for basketball started, that he took piano lessons as a kid, and that his dad runs the famous antique shop in town and Yoongi spent a lot of time there growing up. You learn about his closeness with the old man and his love-hate relationship with his older brother. You find out about his mother leaving when he was a teenager, a story that mirrors yours, although he said that they don’t speak as much as they used to.

He also likes reading books and watching documentaries, but that a perfect day for him is one that's spent at home with his americano, lounging around and taking naps, and shooting hoops in the evening. It’s the type of day that’s unlike any of the ones you’ve been having.

Since that late night cafe run where you spoke for hours, you and Yoongi have gone to a few more, found a hole-in-the-wall with the best dumplings, explored parks, drove to the outskirts of town and gazed at empty fields, and have been pretty much walking around, peeping in shops and entering the ones that pique your interest.

Yoongi doesn’t complain. He’s patient when you take a long time to decide where to go and what to do, and he watches you in amusement whenever you skip down the street or insist on laying on the grass. You know this last bit because you’ve seen it - that glimmer in his eyes and the softness of his smile.

Taehyung doesn’t believe you when you describe it; he’s rarely ever seen his senior make eye contact nor show much interest in anyone in all the years that your best friend has known him. But you insist that you see it, that Yoongi’s smile is usually brief and shy, but you catch it during the instances that you look his way, which is many times, given just how alluring and good-looking he is.

Sure, the supposed nonchalance is attractive; you know lots of girls who’d fall for his mysterious aura. But that’s just a part of it for you. You know that underneath the seeming disinterest, he’s actually very attentive. He remembers things you’ve said, points out something at a store that you mentioned you’ve been looking for, and buys you bottled water once you feel dehydrated from the heat before you even say anything. After that one time you said you like your coffee with ¾ milk, he makes sure to get you extra every time.

So while you wish he’d kiss you again, you don’t really mind the ways you’ve been getting to know each other. He wouldn’t be messaging you what your plans for the day are and then showing up outside your house if he wasn’t interested.

Today’s afternoon breeze is cooler than usual. It’s why before heading for dinner and noraebang with your newfound friends, you decide to walk around another part of town with Yoongi. He’s in his usual knee-ripped jeans and plain shirt, his baseball cap worn backwards, and his hands inside his pockets.

You’re walking next to him, excitedly talking about your classes for the upcoming school year and the studio visits you’ll make, before you skip towards a flower shop and head inside.

It’s the biggest one you’ve seen so far and there are so many different types that you gasp in awe. The owner, an elderly woman, smiles brightly at you as you look around. The daisies catch your eyes as they always do, but you can’t help but beam at the bouquet of marigolds she’s arranging. You converse with her - you say you’re visiting for the summer and she says it’s harvesting time for these bright flowers. Your energy and sunny disposition remind her of them, so she plucks a small piece and tucks it behind your ear.

“There you go, darling,” she coos. “The flower’s even prettier now.” She turns to Yoongi who’s just been standing quietly next to you. “Isn’t it?”

“So much prettier now,” he mumbles.

You nibble your lips out of giddiness while Yoongi looks away. You bow at the woman and thank her for the flower before walking out. It falls off your ear before you make it to the end of the street, and so he picks it up and calls out for you, as you walk mindlessly to the vintage store that you see.

He tucks it gently behind your ear, trying to avoid your eyes, while you try to catch his gaze.

“How does it look?” You ask.

“She looks beautiful,” he says, looking at you now.

It’s what he does, you think to yourself. Yoongi may be shy and may not always look you in the eyes but when he wants to be honest or make a point, he will. You learn now it’s one of the things that causes your heart to stop, as you stand in front of him unable to do or say anything.

You eventually burst into a smile and so does he. It’s one of those moments you share where there’s all this tension and unsaid words but you both prefer to just let it flow, to savor it without addressing whatever it is that’s going on between you.

Yoongi’s phone ringing catches your attention, especially as he groans and picks up the call. He turns away for a bit before looking at you once more.

“The delayed delivery just arrived at the shop,” he informs you. “My dad wants me to help out a bit. Are you, uh, are you okay with passing by?”

He looks shy and a bit worried. Maybe it’s the thought of meeting his family but you don’t mind; you’re quite excited, in fact, since you’re still trying to get to know him. You’re obviously attracted to this man and at this point, you just want to know more about the different aspects of his life.

“Of course,” you smile. “I’d love to meet your dad.”

“And my brother,” he groans. “If he says shit about me, don’t believe it.”

“I’ll try,” you tease, following his lead as he starts walking.

The shop is just 3 blocks away and you get there in no time. He seems to be in a hurry and you want to just hold his hand, tell him he doesn’t have to be anxious, even if you’re unsure of what reason he has to be.

There’s a large truck parked outside and you suppose it’s some furniture pieces. That’s confirmed when you enter and see movers placing dressers and cabinets and benches inside. A man, who seems to be Mr. Min, instructs them to just lay the pieces where there’s space, as his sons will be the ones to arrange them. The movers follow and it’s shortly after when they finally unload everything.

Amidst all the chaos, you get to look around. You’re in awe of what you see; Yoongi didn’t do justice in describing the place because it feels like a museum. You want to just look around and trace your fingers along the surfaces and make up stories in your mind about who owned them.

“Thanks for coming so quickly, Son,” Mr. Min says. “I thought you’d be at the park playing with the guys.”

“Not today,” Yoongi hums. “We were just walking around the area.”

“We?” Mr. Min asks, looking around until his gaze falls on you, questioning eyes perhaps wondering if you’re who his son is referring to.

“Hi, Mr. Min,” you bow. “I’m ___.”

“Hello, my dear,” he answers, returning your smile.

“Dad, where do I—” says another man, pausing when he looks at you. He immediately smiles and fixes his hair. Walking up to you, he reaches out for his hand. “Hi, I’m—”

“He’s Geumjae,” Yoongi finishes, taking the hand that’s reached out for him to shake instead. “My brother. You know, the one I said who’d take my clothes and then lose them? Yeah, that’s him.”

Geumjae smacks his brother’s head in response, glaring at him for interrupting his introduction. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“N-no,” Yoongi stammers, glancing at you warily.

“Then why’d you interrupt?”

“No reason,” the younger man shrugs, looking away from you.

Just as you think that Geumjae would provoke Yoongi, he instead walks over to him, whispers something in his ear, and then wiggles his eyebrows. Yoongi scowls then smacks his brother’s arm, earning him a long chuckle. They continue on doing what brothers do as you watch in amusement, giggling when Yoongi embarrassingly looks your way.

“Okay, that’s enough children,” Mr. Min playfully shakes his head. “Now, can you be civil and work together to arrange the deliveries? I’ll work on inventory.” He turns towards you to say, “don’t worry, it won’t take too long.”

You nod and say you don’t mind, even when he asks if it’s okay for you to just wait. You’re free to look around, he says, and you do, but you stay close by.

“So, you and Yoongi are just… friends?” He asks.

“Yes. We met just last week,” you smile, explaining that you’re just visiting for the summer but that you grew up in Daegu.

“Ah, that’s interesting,” Mr. Min nods. “He’s lived here his whole life, too, but he’s never brought a girl to the shop, nor has he ever mentioned one. I’d say you’re the first. I always wondered if he even befriended girls but now I know he does.”

“Oh, I’m sure he has friends who are girls,” you giggle. “He’s popular at school, as I’ve heard.”

“Well then one would think he would’ve brought someone to introduce to his old man, right?”

“I guess he’s just been so focused on basketball that he hasn’t had time. He talks about the sport with so much passion, Mr. Min. I assume that’s what he prioritizes over, uh… girls,” you answer, finding amusement in Yoongi’s anxious face as he glances at you conversing with his dad without him.

“Well, as I keep telling him - if he drowns himself in the court, then that’s all he’s gonna learn to love,” Mr. Min shakes his head. “There’s always time to meet and be with people.”

“Well, we’ve been spending every day together, so, maybe he’s spending the summer doing that,” you giddily say.

“Well, I hope he does. If you’re the only one who can get him out of the house and off the court, then you should come home often,” the old man chuckles.

I’d like to, you say to yourself, thinking that if this thing with Yoongi goes anywhere, you definitely want to travel here as often as you can to be with him.

The hour flies quickly. The two boys move furniture while Mr. Min records each piece. You converse with him the whole time - you talk about your film class and your favorite movies, indulging him because he likes watching them, too. He talks about his great-grandparents who built the shop and how his family has managed to maintain it all these years. You laugh in between, especially when he’d tell stories of Yoongi growing up here, breaking a few shelves because he always tried to climb on them.

The brothers finally finish the task, and they both tiredly walk up to the counter where you and Mr. Min are.

“All good, dad. We’ll go now. Bye!” Yoongi hurriedly says, pulling you by the wrist.

Mr. Min and Geumjae say their goodbyes, and you don’t miss the playful tone of their voices. You turn back to wave at them and they call out that they’ll see you again soon.

Yoongi lets go of your hand once you exit the shop.

“Sorry,” he says. “For pulling you and, uh, for making you wait that long.”

“I could've stayed there longer, honestly,” you smile, liking the feel of his rough hand on you. “I loved talking with your dad. He’s so endearing. You really do have a good relationship with him.”

“My brother and I do,” he answers. “We were all he had after our mother left. It affected our dad so much even if he didn’t want to show it because he wanted to be the strong one for us. So we made sure he knew he wasn’t alone. And he always reminded us that her departure wasn’t our fault.”

“Hmm, what courage,” you remark. “It’s something I can’t say my father has.”

“He could,” he counters. “Parents don’t know how to love sometimes. In some instances, they just don’t know how to show it.”

“That’s what I don’t get though, with people who struggle to show it,” you muse. “Just… why? What’s so hard about it?”

“Maybe if it’s flawed and imperfect, people become ashamed.”

“It’s still love though, isn’t it? Isn’t not feeling it worse than receiving flawed and imperfect love?”

You’d take any kind of love over nothing at all, you think.

“But if the love is shattered glass, then that’s just gonna hurt both people,” Yoongi hums, prompting you to think.

Your father’s heart did break. Maybe you would’ve accepted his inability to handle you shortly after your mom left. But once he’d healed, once he’d found someone new - which he did, about 4 years after - he still didn’t show it, he still couldn’t figure it out. You’re home for the summer after 2 years since you left and you still don’t feel whatever love he’s supposed to show you.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sigh, not enjoying the somber tone of your conversation.

Yoongi picks this up and immediately asks you if his dad told you any embarrassing stories. Your face lights up right away and you relay what Mr. Min narrated, causing Yoongi to groan and shake his head.

“He said he’ll show me your baby pictures where they put you in costumes,” you laugh. “I can’t wait for that.”

“Why is he embarrassing me like this,” he mutters. “Anything else he said?”

“That you’ve never brought any girl to the shop nor have you mentioned anyone,” you reply. “Is that true? Has sweet assassin captain Min Yoongi not been using his superstardom with the ladies?”

“Well if I did, then it’d be superficial, right?” He answers, earning you a curious look. “There was a girl I liked in freshman year who only went out with me to get close to the basketball team. After I became MVP, a bunch of people started trying to get my attention. It didn’t feel that sincere. And no one really caught my eye and the others sounded quite shallow and those weren’t the type of people I’d introduce to my dad and brother, you know?”

“But I caught your attention,” you remind him. “And you took me to the shop to meet them.”

“Because I had no choice,” he defends. “And well, I just had a feeling they’d like you. And they seem to.”

“That’s nice to know,” you smile. “So what about me catching your attention, huh?”

“Oh I don’t deny that. I’ll always be the guy who got hit by a ball because he was gazing at this pretty girl on the stands.”

“Yes, you’ll always be that guy,” you giggle. “I still haven’t told a soul, by the way.”

“Good,” he hums.

You and Yoongi hang at a park until it’s time for dinner. He drives to the chicken and beer place you’re meeting everyone at, and you don’t miss the smug faces of the guys as you both enter.

“Hanging out again today, I see,” Namjoon teases. “Tae’s been complaining that he hasn’t seen his best friend all week.”

“Yeah, she’s been so busy that I can’t even squeeze myself in her schedule,” Taehyung frowns at you, but you know he’s just teasing, given that you call him every night and talk about Yoongi.

“I’m with you everyday in Seoul,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I’m just seeing what’s out here, you know? I’ve been away a while.”

“And do you like what you’re seeing?” Namjoon baits.

“Oh, I do. Very much.”

The group hoots and you laugh along. You glance at Yoongi who sits across from you and sneak him a smile. He returns it briefly before looking away and giving Jungkook a blank look after the younger man nudges his shoulder to tease.

Dinner goes by noisily. Not long after, you all walk to the nearby noraebang for some more fun. You sit next to Yoongi and you both watch and laugh at the guys fight over the mic and cheer and tease each person who sings.

It’s Namjoon who asks for your song choice and you surprise everyone when you say you’ll only sing if Yoongi joins you. Everyone hoots again, claiming that they’ve never heard the captain sing.

“Is it okay?” You move closer to ask him.

“It depends,” he hums. “Do you have a thing for singers?”

“Hmm, I don’t really mind.”

“Okay. I’m terrible at it and I don’t want you to stop liking what you see.”

You giggle at his statement. He really knows what to say to make a girl flustered and giddy.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” you reply. “I might even like it more.”

Yoongi feels the embarrassment creep in once he takes the mic and you hold your own. His deep voice blends with yours. He won’t say it’s the best harmony, but you’re definitely carrying the song more than he is. You giggle in between lines but he can’t help but notice how your eyes don’t look away from him, whereas he can’t look at you for more than 3 seconds. The crowd loves you and you know how to charm them. You know how to get his heart beating fast, too.

The song finally ends and he breathes a sigh of relief to your amusement.

Sitting next to him, you whisper, “hmm, I still like it.”

Yoongi can only chuckle as he watches you hold in a smile.

You both talk in whispers for the rest of the night, as your friends get carried away with singing. They leave you to your little corner of the couch though, with you leaning closer to Yoongi to say something and him doing the same. His warmth breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you have to control yourself from kissing him, which you so badly wish he’d just do.

You can take the initiative, of course, but you like the thrill of this flirtation you’re both doing. You also really want him to be the one to do it first. The only problem is you’re not much of a patient person, so every time he leaves you wanting whenever his face inches close to yours only to move away, your frustration levels increase and you start to rethink if you should just go ahead and take control.

Your group is promptly kicked out at 2AM, and you’re about to ride with Taehyung when Yoongi pulls on your wrist and asks if he could take you home. You agree, riding on the passenger seat that’s now become familiar, and you look out the window for most of the ride, not wanting to show him that you’re maybe already getting impatient. He doesn’t say much either, but you do miss the several times he glances at you and the pout on his face because of your unusual quietness.

He pulls over some meters away from your house, turns off the engine, and then quickly walks towards your side. Your movements are slow; you do want the time to stop, even if you’re still a little frustrated.

“Hey,” he says, as he pulls open the door you’ve unlocked. He stands in front of you while you remain seated with your legs dangling outside. “Is everything okay? You’ve been… quiet.”

You turn to him who looks a little worried, and you don’t really plan on keeping your desires unknown that much longer.

“I’ve just been wondering,” you reply. “Why haven’t you kissed me again? Did you not like it? I mean, well, we did go out for coffee after and then didn’t do it again.”

You turn away as you start to ramble. You just hope you don’t sound pathetic, especially given how confident you were in teasing him earlier.

It’s quiet for a while before you feel his fingers under your chin. He shifts you to face him, and all that worry has now turned into softness.

“I’ve been thinking about that kiss since it happened,” he says, his voice so deep you start to lose yourself in the sound. “And may I remind you that you’re the one who asked to go for coffee, so I thought maybe you wanted to take things slow. And I don’t mind that either. But uh, I’ve also just been waiting for you to initiate.”

You give him a shy smile. “Hey, I just really wanted to talk to you after and know if that mouth is as good at talking as it is at kissing,” you giggle.

“And?”

“And it is, obviously!” You pout. “I wouldn’t be spending everyday with you if I didn’t think so. I’ve been openly flirting and so have you but you haven’t tried kissing me again. And I wanted you to be the one to do it but you haven’t, so I brought it up. I mean, you looked so confident doing it last week.”

Yoongi thinks you’re the most adorable person in this world. How you could want him like this yet also want him to show he wants you just as much is making him want to just smother you in kisses.

“Because I’d just played a game and basketball makes me confident,” he replies.

“So what, you’re only gonna kiss me after you play?” You cross your arms now.

“No,” he chuckles, cupping your face in his hands. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, which goes slow for only a few seconds before it turns deep and heady. He doesn’t dominate, letting you bite his lips and swirl your tongue around his mouth. He holds you steady with his hands though, just so he could be at the right angle that would allow him to kiss you hard as he likes.

Yoongi finally pulls away, feeling like he won't be able to stop if he keeps going. You’re in front of your house, after all, and late it may be, your hushed moans could still be heard by anyone who happens to pass by.

You have a cheeky, satisfied smile on. You tease by pecking his lips again and again until he gives you one last kiss. He hugs you tightly and you immediately melt into it.

“It’s been a long day, I’m gonna have to let you go now,” he hums against your ear.

“Okay,” you respond, stepping out of the car. “Can’t wait to do this again tomorrow.”

You only get to see Yoongi the next day in the afternoon, as their coach wanted them to get a good workout before the game. You got over the disappointment quickly, as you spent all the time before then with Taehyung, who not surprisingly freaked out and wouldn’t stop asking if you two were officially a couple. You haven’t talked about it, you said, but you knew you eventually would.

You do like the thrill; you can’t wait for things to escalate physically, but more than anything, you just like spending time with Yoongi. There’s something so comfortable about being in his presence. For someone who likes the buzz of the big city, his calm and quiet aura is a breath of fresh air for you.

Yoongi’s focus during the game was such a sexy sight to see, even more when he’d sneak in a glance or a smirk during timeouts, and when he’d look unbothered after making a 3-point shot, and when he’d drag his tongue through his teeth during dead balls. It’s the fact that you know he’s doing them on purpose because you’re watching, and that’s what makes you pull him into Jungkook’s lone bathroom in the apartment later that evening, just so you could make out with him again.

The rest of the week is mostly spent with him again, save for the days your father asks you to be home to be with your grandparents. You both walk around the town, visit the basketball court where he first played, and then kiss in between.

That Friday, he takes you out on a proper dinner date where he picks you up at Taehyung’s house with a bouquet of marigolds, and you ruin your lipstick after kissing him intensely before you even get to the restaurant.

It’s Monday when he takes you to the outskirts of town to swim at a lake. It’s the area that’s less populated and you’re both lucky that you’re the only ones here on a nice summer day. You enjoy your picnic as you talk about the most random things, and then you strip down to your bathing suit and swim in the water.

Yoongi stays on the mat; the outdoors isn’t really his thing. But you’ve been talking about doing new and fun activities and he thought about this one, knowing you’ll enjoy it. You clearly are, as evidenced by your squeals and soft laughter as you float around and moan at the feel of the water on your skin.

His mind tries not to imagine things, given your sounds and the way you look absolutely stunning in your swimwear. Kissing you has been so good. Sure, his hands travel down your waist every time as he gets lost in how you taste, but he’s never tried to do more, and you’ve never really hinted on wanting to do more. He’ll continue to wait patiently though, but it’s not even all that he wants from you.

It may be a little naive to think but he finds himself being something more with you. Yoongi isn’t even the type to fall at first sight; he’s a patient man who knows that love and relationships take a while to build. But you’re unlike anything he’s ever really thought he wanted.

It’s your unabashed joy, your bluntness, your curiosity and general love for things. It’s your energy and how you talk about your dreams and the confidence you have in yourself that inspires him to dream better. You’re different and alike in many ways, and as the unaffectionate person that he is, he finds himself just wanting to be near you with fingers just grazing so he’d know you’re just next to him.

He’s thinking about how sweet your smile is when he realizes that he no longer hears your voice. Scanning the lake, he finds your head popping in and out of the water. You look a little winded and definitely not alright. His mind goes into panic mode and he rushes to the water with his clothes still on and finds his way to you.

He wraps his one hand around your waist and feels for your leg to make sure it’s touching the ground. You cough a bit before you turn towards him.

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly.

“You don’t like the water,” you say, disregarding his question.

“I don’t. Are you okay?”

“And you hate it when your clothes are wet.”

“I do. ___, are you okay?”

You hum your yes, a cheeky smile painting your face as your one arm wraps around his shoulder for support while you stretch your limbs.

Yoongi eyes you curiously. “___, did you pretend to be drowning just so I’d get in the water with you?”

“Nope, I’m too good at swimming to know how to pretend-drown,” you laugh, feeling only a little bad for scaring him. “I got cramps, though.”

“Shit,” he groans, knowing as an athlete that cramps are the worst, especially while swimming. “Let’s get back on shore.”

You push yourself through the water, not wanting to let go of him just yet. You’d panicked only slightly earlier when you felt that sensation on your leg, and you tried to keep your head above water for oxygen. Once you’d felt Yoongi wrap his arm around you and look worried, especially since you know that he hates the water, your heart started to stabilize.

He helps you sit on the mat as he stretches out your legs. You tell him where it hurts as he instructs, and he massages where you point, starting from your calf.

His hands are a mix of rough and smooth against you. This is the most he’s touched your skin and it’s enough to make your mind short-circuit, especially as your eyes focus on his slender fingers, gently pressing against you. You can think of so many other ways he can use those fingers on you, and you don’t really mind the dirty thoughts now because it’s definitely helping you to forget the pain.

He’s focused on you while you’re focused on him, and it’s when he does this circular motion that you make a guttural sound.

“Is this okay?” He glances at you.

“Higher,” you instruct, and he stops behind your knee before he massages again.

“Higher,” you say once more, and he proceeds to work on your hamstring area.

The tips of his fingers graze the skin close to your thigh. He seems to not have noticed because he still looks quite serious; he probably feels the tightness because you can feel it, in areas that aren’t just on your leg.

But he’s teasing you unknowingly, and you just want him to touch you. You have a feeling he’s waiting for his cue again so you think to give it to him.

“Just a bit higher,” you whisper, the sultry tone of your voice perhaps giving you away, as his eyes lock with yours and it dawns on him that he’s reaching uncharted territory. “It’s not my leg anymore that hurts.”

“Fuck,” he chuckles, knowing exactly what you mean.

He’d been so fixated on managing your cramps because he’s experienced it so many times and it sucks, and he just wanted to make sure you were okay right away. It doesn’t matter if he hates the water and being wet with his clothes on but he realized he’d swim the depths of the ocean to save you any day.

But your words shake him off his focused state and he also realizes that his fingers are way higher than he remembers them being. He tries to steady the beating of his excited but nervous heart, yet it’s your cheeky, almost desperate eyes and the way you’re squeezing your thighs that prompts him to make a move.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” He mumbles in your ear, surprising you with a deep press of his palm against your clothed cunt.

You moan at the act, unsurprisingly wanting more.

“No. You are the dangerous one, Min Yoongi,” you pant, as his fingers slide up and down your slit. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Yoongi helps you to go to the back of his car, wet clothes and all. He makes you come twice - the first time with his fingers, the second with his mouth.

The place is buzzing as you look around, with new and familiar faces clearly enjoying the vibe of tonight’s party. It’s one of the rich kids’ birthdays so she threw an all-you-can-drink event at the college bar that everyone frequents. As honorary members of Yoongi and crew’s group, you and Taehyung attend and end up enjoying too much.

Especially you, as you cling onto Yoongi’s arm while his hand caresses the inside of your thigh under the table, something that you guided him to do. You lean on his shoulder as you laugh at your drunk best friend’s banter with your not-boyfriend, and you feel the alcohol slowly hitting your system. This is how you know you’ve had a lot more than you intended and you hate it. You wanted to be able to kiss Yoongi one more time tonight and remember it.

His warm breath against your face makes you smile, and Yoongi chuckles before asking you if you want to go home already. You vigorously shake your head no, your drunk babbling making him smile, but it’s when you almost slide off the chair that he decides you should probably rest now.

You’re sleeping over at Taehyung’s place, who’s almost as drunk as you are, both of you going on about partying similarly back in Seoul.

Yoongi tries his best to manage both of you, including a barely-awake Jungkook whom he drops off first. Arriving at Taehyung’s place, Yoongi is surprised to find it empty.

“My parents are away,” Taehyung mumbles.

“Ooh, you can stay with us first,” you giggle. “More time with you, baby.”

It’s the first time you’ve called him that, and much as he wants to hear it some more and cuddle with you, he knows he shouldn’t. So with all his strength, he helps you and Taehyung up the stairs and takes you to the guest room. You sit on the edge of the bed, mind in a haze as you drink the water that Yoongi gives you, and somehow that just causes you to run to the toilet and puke.

He takes the hair tie from your wrist to pull your hair into a bun and then rubs your back to aid you. You do feel much better after, and he even helps you wash your face and brush your teeth, given that you insist on kissing him one last time before he leaves.

You make it to the bed while Taehyung sleepily walks to his room, and it’s Yoongi’s soft kiss on your forehead that you remember before falling asleep.

Waking up early after a night of drinking isn’t new to you. After staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes and trying to remember how you and your best friend got home, you get off the bed then go to the living room. You’ve just gone back down after leaving Taehyung with some aspirin when the doorbell rings, wondering who it could be.

You’re surprised to see Yoongi standing at the door, and he holds up a bag of what he says is breakfast that he bought on the way here.

“Good morning,” he hums against your lips, as you basically jump on him at the sight of his smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“I guess,” you say, walking to the kitchen. “I just remember lying in bed and then waking up. Did you drive us home?”

“Yup.”

“And dragged our drunk asses to bed?”

“Yup.”

“What a sweet guy,” you tease, standing in front of him to kiss him again.

“I knew you needed your beauty sleep.”

You giggle before helping him with the food, and you say that you could both go ahead because Taehyung won’t be up in a few hours.

So you enjoy your breakfast and the hangover soup, which your best friend devours once he wakes up at lunch time. His parents will arrive in the evening so the 3 of you stay at home, get some food delivered, and play video games at Taehyung's insistence.

It's 6PM but he already wants to sleep, he says, wanting to save his energy for online games until early morning with Jungkook, so you and Yoongi decide to leave.

“Should I take you home now?” He asks as he starts the car.

“Hmm, it’s too early,” you say. “Do you think we can hang out at your place?”

It’s been a month since you both met; 3 weeks since admitting that you’ve been wanting to kiss each other again badly. You’ve both pretty much gone everywhere around town, except for his college dorm. He’d have wanted you there earlier but he wasn’t sure of what it would imply or what you’d think of it, and so hearing you suggest it is making him more excited than he should be.

“Sure,” he says casually.

There’s a sea of butterflies in your stomach and you can’t really hide your smile. The thought of being in a private place alone with him is giving you all these ideas, and all of them involve having your skin against his.

You pause the thoughts in your head and focus on something else. You realize that the radio is turned way down, so you turn the volume up a bit, saying that you would’ve expected him to have the music up.

“You talk a lot,” he says, earning him a gasp until he clarifies. “I don’t mean it in a bad way. You just have a lot of thoughts and you express them. I like listening.”

“Oh.”

“I’d hold your hand, too, but you use it to talk so I don’t.”

“You can always hold onto my thigh,” you suggest, causing him to chuckle.

He removes his hand from the brake and lays it on your inner thigh, and you hum in response at his warm touch.

“Is this Taehyung’s shirt?” He asks.

“Yeah. I forgot to bring clothes to his place.”

Yoongi merely hums and goes back to driving quietly, and you can’t help but watch him from your side, one hand on the wheel and the other on you. It feels so comfortable and domestic but something about it is so sexy; it almost feels like foreplay for you.

You make it to his place, a small studio that has all the necessities.

“It’s tight but it works,” he hums, clearing his 2-seater couch for you to sit.

You make yourself snug on it, imagining how days would be like just being with him here. Days of cuddling and maybe more. You know he’s thinking it; he’s been looking a little nervous since you suggested going to his apartment and just like the second kiss, maybe you should be the one to initiate this, too.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow?” You ask. “This smells too much like Tae.”

Yoongi hums his yes and walks towards his closet. You take the opportunity to remove the one you’re wearing, leaving you with nothing but your underwear on.

He turns around and freezes at the sight of you, his eyes unmoving from your body while you remain standing there, the heat creating up your neck at the feeling of being ogled at like this.

“Guess you don’t need this anymore,” he says, tossing the shirt on his bed.

He walks there without turning away from you, then he sits on the edge and his look suddenly turns soft. He reaches out his hand, which you take, and he motions you to sit on his lap. Straddling him on his bed, you wrap your arms around his neck then kiss him deeply. He steadies you with a hold of your hips, and you can’t help but grind against him as the tension starts to build up.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything. When he pulls away from the kiss, he unhooks your bra, cups your swell breasts, and then sucks them. You let out a restrained cry; it’s so stimulating as he skillfully licks and nips your nipples while you grind against his clothed body.

“Yoongi,” you moan, just completely lost in the feel of his mouth on your chest, with his warm tongue gliding around your sensitive areas.

He doesn’t rush, he doesn’t go too hard; he just follows a pace that lets him savor the perfect way your body was created for him to taste and touch and feel. He thinks he’s in heaven.

Your back arches and this isn’t how he wants you to go; he wants you comfortable and able to feel pleasure all over your body. So he stops momentarily and lays you on your back. His eyes still on you, he pulls your underwear off, humming in satisfaction at the string of your essence that attaches from the clothing he removes.

He spreads you open to see what he’s up against, and you tell him that there’s no need to prepare you anymore; your entire body is ready for him.

Removing his clothes, he remarks, “so this is why you wanted to come here, huh?”

“If you weren’t gonna suggest it, then I would,” you bite back. “I just wanted to be with you. And feel you inside me.”

He smirks then takes a condom from his shelf, looking at you the whole time he puts it on. He wants you so badly. He’s imagined this so many times, yet seeing you naked on his bed, ready and yearning for him, is still so much more than what his mind could conjure. His body’s screaming for you, but you look at him with so much desire that his heart melts at the thought of him being so lucky that you could want him as much as he wants you.

Hovering over you, you see that softness in his eyes again. He cups your cheek and caresses it and you melt into his touch immediately.

“I’m not always good at saying things,” he admits, wanting to say more - that he’s never felt so content, so satisfied, so happy.

“I know, and that’s okay,” you smile. “You do them, and that’s what matters.”

He nods in understanding. He’s generally good with words, but expressing what he feels to someone through them, especially if it’s someone he’s come to care so much about, isn’t his strongest suit. Sure, he’s much more perceptive and introspective than most would think; they usually just chalk it up to his disinterest and detachment.

But Yoongi is very observant, and he’s known from that first day that you were into him. He knew he was in trouble because he was so, so into you. He’s thankful you don’t mind his shyness, with the bursts of confidence only coming in every once a while. If anything, you seem to like how he normally is. But tonight, he’ll at least try.

Pushing into you, he feels the sensation all over his body. You’re warm and every perfect thing out there. You take him so well and he just wants to live in this.

“You feel so good,” he whispers in your ear, thrusting in and out and hitting you deeper every time. “Fuck, you’re made for me.”

His voice is low and deep. You feel like you just had an orgasm.

“Oh god,” you mewl, meeting his thrusts and no longer caring how loud you are.

He fits inside you so perfectly; you don’t think your pussy is made for anyone else. He knows just the right pace to build up the tension so satisfyingly, that when he sucks on your nipple, you crash so suddenly, and it’s a damn good fall that has you wanting more.

Yoongi comes, with his head slotted in the crook of your need as he breathes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine wanting even more of him. After coming down from both your highs, you do it again, much rougher this time, with you on all-fours, feeling him at the edge of your being as he pushes hard, leaving half-moon crescents on your hips.

Tired and hungry from what felt like a marathon, you whip up some instant noodles for your second dinner - you ate each other, after all - and then cuddle with him in bed as you still try to process just how good he’d fucked you.

“Your father’s not looking for you?” He asks, as he plays with your hair while you lay on his chest.

“Nope, he just lets me do and go wherever as long as I tell him where I am “ you say. “And right now, I’m at Taehyung’s.”

“Hope he won’t wonder why you’ll always be there, then.”

“If this is your way of asking me over again tomorrow, then it’s a yes.”

Yoongi chuckles and kisses your forehead.

He can make you come multiple times and look at you like he’ll devour you but at the end of the day, Yoongi will always, always kiss your forehead. It’s the one thing he does that says everything, you think, and perhaps that’s why you feel as much as you do.

It’s the buzz of your phone indicating multiple messages that wakes you up this time, and if it wasn’t for you seeing the time that it’s already lunchtime, you wouldn’t have known the sun was even out. Yoongi’s blinds are so good, they block out an entire day.

You shift out of his hold to get a little bit of light in, then you nuzzle his neck to try to wake him up.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you whisper. “You have a pickup game with the guys in the afternoon.”

Yoongi lets out the lowest of grunts but he doesn’t budge.

You pepper his cheek with kisses, and though his groans get louder, there’s no indication he wants to actually wake up. You wrap your legs around him and give him a tight hug. You try to tickle him this time and it gets him to move only a little bit.

“Jagi-ya,” he groans, the tone pretty much asking you to stop.

But you stare at him though, unbelieving of the term of endearment he just used on you. You want to climb on top of him and kiss him awake so you do just that.

“Hey, wake up. You told me to make sure you’re ready by 2.”

“Jagi,” he says louder now. “5 minutes.”

“Only if you call me that again.”

Ironically, it’s what gets him to wake up.

“You like that?” He asks, his eyes now half open.

“Yes,” you smile giddily. “It’s sweet and cute.”

“Okay, then I’ll say it again. Let’s go back to sleep, jagi,” he says, hugging you tight against his chest.

You give in but you don’t really sleep. You just lay on him comfortably, feeling like on cloud 9 as you enjoy these moments with him.

He does wake up 15 minutes later, but by that time, you’d brushed your teeth, watched him lie comfortably on the bed, and got to the glaringly obvious truth about what you feel.

Laying down next to him again, you finally tell him.

“I like you, Yoongi. I like you a lot.”

You smile at his flustered smile, and you want more of it so you continue.

“And I know things happened pretty fast. We kissed first before anything else but this isn’t just all lust or some summer whirlwind romance chick flick,” you try to explain. “You’re so caring and protective and kind and so fucking sexy. Like, it’s possible to be attracted-at-first-look but I might’ve already liked you when you caressed my cheek when you first kissed me.”

He chuckles at your statement.

“I’m serious. That hand is deadly,” you argue.

He cups your cheek again to tease, but you know he’s just distracting himself.

“You know I like you, too,” he finally says, and you’re unable to stop yourself from giggling right on his chest, clearly flustered and giddy.

“At this rate, you’re gonna be in love with me by the time summer ends,” he adds.

“I have a feeling that’s exactly what’s gonna happen,” you smile, kissing his lips softly.

But you lie. You might already do.

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aziraphales-library · 7 months

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I've been scouring Ao3 for 2 hours now but I cannot for the life of me remember tags specific enough to find this ONE fic I want to re-read, and I am hoping the geniuses here can help.

It's a human AU, set during a summer vacation. Aziraphale is invited to a beach house owned by Anathema's family, Crowley is a mutual friend of Anathema who is also there. Due to part of the house being renovated they have to share a room, and they get together, both assuming it's a summer-only thing before Feelings get involved.

Aziraphale is meant to go back to England after the summer to start working for his family, and Crowley is going off to study marine biology iirc. Several chapters, rated E, and buried SOMEWHERE in my extensive Ao3 history where I cannot find it ;;;;;;

Sounds a lot like:

Along the Changing Tide by NaroMoreau [E]

Aziraphale and Crowley meet at Anathema's beach house as guests for the summer. Neither of them think they're ready for a relationship but when they find themselves sharing a room, things will get complicated.

A getting together, summer romance.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #getting together #summer romance #adult omens #mod n #genderfluid crowley #above 50k

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Gilded Serendipity - (tom riddle x oc)

Part 1/10: "The Element of Surprise"

Story summary: A summer meant to be spent in the tranquil seaside mansion of Rosier's was not supposed to sway hearts like rustling leaves. Sereia Nova was most definitely not supposed to feel drawn to Tom Riddle. Yet August had a way of weaving chaos and desire together, only to dissolve into the shadows, leaving behind a bittersweet aftermath- an ephemeral illusion of love.

chapter warnings: none for now.

A/N: a new summer au series!!! this will be posted on wattpad as well so read wherever you feel more comfortable reading.

:☆ﾟ:☆ﾟ:☆ﾟ.

Salt air breezed past as the waves of the sea crashed against the rocks, creating a melody that only summer could conduct. There was a certain symphony in the sun-drenched season, a sound not many could pick up and appreciate.

Sereia Nova had always adored summer. There was something so inherently captivating and enchanting about the season that made it the best time of the year. She gazed at the cerulean waters that stretched endlessly, meeting the vast expanse of the sky in a seamless horizon. She could feel the soft sand beneath her feet and the cool touch of seawater lapping at her ankles.

With a contended sigh, she finally turned her back to the sea to face the mansion standing in front of her. The Rosier summer house stood regal near the shores of Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat— a commune on the French Riviera that was mostly populated by wealthy aristocrats.

The holiday house had a classic French architectural design, adorned with intricate details and sweeping balconies with a view of the vast garden around the mansion and the sea stretching after it. Sereia had spent a few summers here before, but despite seeing it all before, each time she was just as fascinated by the place just as she was the year prior.

Her family had always had close ties with the Rosiers, and that had only meant Antoine Rosier and her had grown up alongside one another. They had cultivated a sibling-like relationship, a bond that remained unwavering even when they were sorted into different houses.

"Ria, come back inside! Our guests are about to arrive anytime now!" A familiar voice called out to her from the terrace, and she cast a wistful glance at the sea before dejectedly walking towards the mansion.

Majestic columns, adorned with delicate floral accents, framed the mansion's entrance, and as Sereia got closer, she could see Antoine leaning against one of them with crossed arms across his chest. "Well, finally. There you are." He sighed like a disapproving parent, popping one hip and placing a hand over it.

"I am not exactly eager to greet five Slytherins who are about to disrupt all peace and quiet in the house." The girl huffed, coming to stand next to him to await the guests. She instantly regretted doing so, as the wizard ruffled her hair and placed an arm around her.

"Oh come on! They are not that bad!" He tried to placate her. "You are friends with Wal and Dahlia are you not?" At her reluctant nod, he grinned, "You only have to tolerate the boys."

"They behave like children," She scoffed distastefully. Truly, the Slytherin boys were a spoiled bunch of immature wizards. They took pleasure in tormenting the less fortunate and considered themselves superior to almost anyone. She regarded them as nothing more than foolish schoolboys in dire need of a reality check.

"All with due time, Ria. By the end of the summer, you will all be best mates."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Antoine."

He scowled at Sereia's stubborn nature but before he could attempt to convince her any further, his attention was diverted by a sudden flash. Clapping his hands together, he startled the girl before him, only to swiftly spread his arms wide in a warm, welcoming gesture. "At last!"

"Antoine!" Dahlia Greengrass squealed with unrestrained delight. She was the first of the group to walk towards the pair, her kitten heels clicking against the ground as she pulled the wizard into an embrace. Sereia had long suspected her to harbour romantic feelings for Rosier. "Oh, what a beautiful place you have here! Thank you for having us." She smiled, ever the polite and gracious girl that she was. She then turned to the witch standing beside him. "Sereia, I have missed you!"

Sereia felt arms wrap around her, and she responded with an equally warm embrace. "I am glad you're here," she expressed as they stepped back from their hug.

"Salazar, mate, your parents are saints for letting you have this place all to yourself for the whole summer." Avery slapped the boy's shoulder in approval, causing Antoine to grin cheekily.

"What can I say, I work my charms."

Nicholas Avery turned to Sereia, his eyes giving her an appreciative once over before a smirk tugged at his lips. "Well, hello there, Nova."

The witch rolled her eyes at his familiar antics. "Do not even think about it, Avery."

More greetings were exchanged with Abraxas Malfoy and Walburga Black, and then there was one guest that remained. Sereia sucked in a sharp breath when her eyes settled on Tom Riddle. The wizard was oozing with mystery and an irresistible magnetism that seemed to cast a spell on everyone in his proximity. She had scarcely ever interacted with him— had been content to observe from afar. His face was beautifully structured, with sharp lines and high cheekbones that sent any girl's mind reeling with infatuation. Yet beneath the veneer of his extraordinary looks, Sereia had always sensed an underlying enigma that didn't quite match the flawless exterior.

His gaze fleetingly brushed over her, a moment so brief she wondered if she had imagined it and then with elegant strides, he glided towards Antoine. She tuned out their brief conversation, attempting to reel herself back into reality. When her eyes found him again, he offered a curt nod in greeting—no more than that, not even a simple 'hello'—before he followed the others into the mansion. She felt a jab in her right side jolt her out of her thoughts.

"See?" Antoine opened his arms wide, gesturing towards the guests. "They are pleasant and you are not irritated by them."

"Give it a few hours, Tony." She sighed. "In Avery's case, give it one drink and he will be insufferable."

"Ever the optimist, Ria."

Her reply took the form of silence as she slipped past him, crossing the threshold into the mansion. Climbing the spiral stairs, she could only think of how she would get to have a few moments of peace in the sanctuary of her chambers. She distinctly heard Antoine giving everyone directions for their respective rooms before—

"Ria!"

She halted mid-step, her body half-turning to acknowledge him. "What now?"

"Riddle and Dahlia are staying in the guestrooms in the West Wing, show them to their rooms, will you?" He smiled up at her, trying to appease her with his soft expression, and Sereia felt herself reluctantly give in.

"Alright, follow me." The words had barely left her lips when she felt a graceful arm loop through hers, and Dahlia's voice animatedly filled the air, sweeping Sereia into a conversation.

"I can just sense it in my bones, Sereia, this summer is going to be so good. I mean when had our parents allowed us all to stay together for a whole month without supervision? Antoine said he had the finest wine brought all the way from Bordeaux. Imagine all the—"

The Nova girl subconsciously tuned Dahlia's rant out as her eyes settled on Riddle walking quietly by her side. His expression was impassive, and it was not hard to guess that he was agitated with Dahlia Greengrass' endless chatter.

"—Does that not sound exciting, Sera?"

For the second time that day, the witch snapped herself out of her trance. "Oh? Yes. Most definitely." She replied mindlessly as they halted in front of an ornate oak door. "Well, Dahlia, this is you. Antoine has planned dinner, so take your rest for now. We will meet downstairs in an hour."

"Thank you." She beamed. "Which one is yours? In case I need to consult you in choosing a dress to wear."

She pointed at the room across hers. "That one."

"Alright, sweet! I will see you soon." With one last flashing grin, she slipped into her room.

Sereia realised a second too late that she had been left alone with Riddle. She deliberately averted her gaze from him, focusing her attention on the path that led to the room adjacent to hers. "This one is yours," she informed him, her voice crisp and resolute. His response came in the form of another curt nod, and he disappeared into the room without a further word. Sereia lingered for a fleeting moment, her gaze fixed on the closed door. "Prick." She whispered under her breath before returning to her own chambers.

With a loud sigh, she sank onto her bed, her eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling above. "Merlin give me patience."

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A painful jab to her shoulder awakened her from her slumber. She had not even noticed that she had fallen asleep while in her reverie, and as her eyes fluttered open, the scowling face of Antoine greeted her.

Sereia groaned.

"I should have known you would fall asleep at the first given opportunity." The Rosier boy berated her like a disappointed mother. "Get up and ready yourself for dinner." When his words did not receive a response, he impatiently tugged at one of her curls. "Ria!"

"You are the bane of my existence."

"Likewise," he retorted with a snort, striding toward her wardrobe. With a firm pull, he swung the closet doors open, revealing an array of dresses. "What colour?"

"Blue."

Rosier grinned before pulling out a royal blue dress crafted from a rich royal blue fabric that cascaded with a graceful drape before giving it a once-over. Once he was certain he approved, he laid it down on the bed. "Be downstairs in ten or I will tell the house elves to duck a bucket full of ice over your head." With his threat said, he left the room ceremoniously.

The witch begrudgingly got up from the soft bed, resisting the urge to groan again at having to leave the snug comfort of her sheets. She approached the large vanity next to the closet and with an intent focus, she set to work on her appearance, determined to mask any lingering traces of sleepiness from her features and tame her unruly hair. Only once after she was satisfied with her appearance did she put on the gown, struggling with the laces for a good few minutes.

The bodice of the dress was tailored to accentuate the natural curve of her figure, cinched at the waist to create a flattering silhouette. The neckline, a demure V-cut, offered a tasteful glimpse of her collarbone, allowing a delicate silver star pendant— a family heirloom— to catch the light as it rested against her skin.

When she finally descended the stairs leading to the foyer of the manor, she could feel before she could see that they were staring at her. The chatter had quieted down with the first clacks of her heeled shoes against the marble, and when she tilted her head up, she realised she was the last to arrive. Her eyes met Riddle's momentarily, who was caught staring yet seemed unashamed about it, an almost appreciative glint in his eyes. Sereia had to swallow down the heat rising in her body that stoked hotter with every second his dark gaze clung to her form. So she, in turn, took in the sight of him just as he did her.

Dressed in black from head to toe, he looked regal, with his hands clasped behind his back. Sereia found herself involuntarily tracing the lines of his pale face—the sharp cheekbones and the defined jawline that seemed to gain a touch of allure beneath the bright chandelier light. Even without interacting with him, Sereia could feel the enigmatic atmosphere that enveloped him. If mystery were personified, it might well have taken on his form.

Antoine was the first to break the deafening silence. "The sleeping beauty has graced us with her presence at last!" He mockingly clapped as she came down the last two steps.

"Shut it, Tony."

"Yeah, Tony." Nicholas chimed in with a smirk, finding his own unnecessary comment humorous.

Rosier shot him a glare. "Nicholas."

"Do not start bickering, you two. Let us just have dinner." Walburga Black interrupted before the two wizards could enter a verbal contest between each other.

Antoine gracefully led everyone into the dining room, and everyone's gaze strayed towards the table that was full of food. The tantalizing aroma of mouth-watering delicacies filled the air, and the guests, no doubt famished after their travels, dug into the food as soon as it was appropriate. Laughter and animated chatter were quick to enliven the room once again.

As the minutes danced by, time seemed to melt away as Sereia felt herself ease into the company of the Slytherins gradually. She found herself being pulled into a playful dance of witty banter with Avery and Malfoy before her attentions were stolen away by the girls. They whispered amongst each other, indulging in gossip as if they were middle-aged women having a tea party.

Yet she could not help but notice that whenever her gaze drifted toward Riddle, he appeared to be the least engaged, offering mere one-word responses. Occasionally, if someone's remark managed to amuse him, a fleeting smirk would tug at the corners of his mouth.

As the evening wore on, the group seemed to lose count of the glasses of wine consumed. Sereia grasped the moment to wordlessly slip out of the room and onto the balcony, her exit as unobtrusive as a whisper carried on the wind. The caress of the gentle sea breeze soothed her flushed cheeks. Leaning against the railing, she surrendered to the cool embrace, letting her eyelids flutter shut.

"Sneaking away?"

Startled, her eyes flew open, and she turned swiftly to find that Riddle had somehow followed her out there without her detecting his presence. The girl placed a hand over her heart, feeling it beat erratically beneath the flesh. His eyes briefly flicked down where her hand was placed over her heaving chest, before settling back on her face.

"You scared me."

He hummed and then moved to stand beside her, his gaze shifting to the expanse of the sea. "You didn't answer my question."

She shrugged. "I just needed a moment."

"For?"

She rose a brow at his questioning. "Are you always so demanding?"

"Yes."

She huffed in amusement before averting her eyes from his profile to watch the rhythmic dance of the waves meeting the shore. It was quiet for a minute, with both of them enjoying the cool air caressing their skin.

It was Riddle who broke it first, his voice only a tone above a whisper. "A siren or a star?"

She glanced at him, brows furrowing in confusion. When he caught her questioning look, he turned so he would fully face her and he clarified. "Your name. Sereia Nova—" Sereia had to inhale deeply at the sound of her full name rolling from his lips, at the way his voice seemed to carry a certain allure, almost seductive in its timbre. She tried to redirect her focus to what he had asked.

While she knew that "Sereia" meant a siren in translation, she had never understood the reason her parents had chosen that name for her. Her family name, on the other hand, Nova, depicted a bright start bursting powerful energy. Yet this was the first time anyone had given it any thought— including herself.

"Which one are you?"

The witch lifted her gaze to meet his hovering form with a slight smile dancing on her lips; playful, challenging. "Why don't you figure that out yourself and tell me?" She dared him, her gaze unwavering, before she sidestepped him to reenter the room. His hand, by mere coincidence or calculated intention, brushed against hers as she passed, sending an electrifying jolt along her spine that set her senses ablaze.

Sereia, sensing his eyes on her retreating form, thought that the summer could prove to be far more interesting than she had first anticipated.

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PART 2

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evax3 · 10 months

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JON SNOW x DAENERYS TARGARYEN | THE VOW – REMIX | CHAPTER 4/8

Something Infinite

Jon swallows everything he wants to say to her. He suppresses any desire to touch her, staring at her big eyes and her full lips longingly, but without acting like he wishes to do. She sees it. She always catches his gaze but she says nothing about it, so he says nothing as well.

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tippilo · 13 days

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Underrated Fanfic Friday!

Continuing our veela theme, we have I want her by janelealart and wizardlywordsmith. I read this one awhile back and loved it!

Obviously, you can see why I was attracted to the veela fics, they have a propensity to have obsessive/pining men, my favorite thing!

This contains all of that with a draco determined to resist his feelings to the degree that he moves on the other side of the world to avoid our girl! Of course, Harry and Ginny are having none of that 😉

This is a quick and light oneshot! Read it in a break during work! 😁But it will leave you wishing there was more!

Read on AO3 HERE

XOXO - Tipp

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creatingnikki · 11 months

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This summer give me clementine crushes and words like nectar. A touch so healing, eye contact so simulating, I feel a bubble appear. It’s not one without fear, a bubble is a bubble after all. But clinging is not something I have ever done when it comes to summer. I’ll let it go, I’ll let it go when June is over.

Clementine will leave a trail of citrusy scent that will linger in nooks of my body, comforting me, and those I hug with love. And the nectar? Of course, I would have drunk it whole. Thirst, too, is a function of summer, didn’t you know?

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seaoflove07 · 9 months

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~ Summer Nights ~

🔪Azusa & Rose🌹

•A commission Artwork done by The Drawables. Etsy Shop•

Warm summer wind blowing trees left and right,

Always returning, no end ever nearing.

Oh how the heat burns like my love for you,

With voices and bodies together on warm summer night.

Wind blowing gently, the lovely summer breeze,

How your beauty replicates that of the moon,

How the sun seems to rise way too soon…   But in the night, it all seems still,

Kissing tenderly as the heat from our love grows,

Do you remember those nights? The cold ones, too,

Where sometimes we didn’t know if we’d make it through?

Holding each other close,

You’d listen to my heart and fall asleep to its beat.

Such love shared through the sky those nights every now and then.  God, what a blessing, but we have so much more now,  And we always will, for this I vow.

Those warm summer nights, like our love will always last.

- Poem by Casey Gochnour.

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jgoddesstarot · 8 months

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Pick-A-Pile: What Does Your Perfect Summer Romance Look Like?

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🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards: Death, 3 of Swords, Judgement, Knight of Cups, 4 of Swords -- Bottom of the Deck Energy: 10 of Swords

Oracle Cards: Emotions, Universal Energy, Love

Alright, my Pile 1's, let's dive deep into your perfect summer romance. Your spread has a lot to say, so grab a cup of tea or coffee and get cozy.

Firstly, the Death card as the beginning of this story signifies transformation and profound change. Your perfect summer romance might very well start from a place of ending or closure. Perhaps you’re coming out of a challenging relationship or a period of personal transformation. This is not a bleak beginning; instead, it's an invitation to let go of the old to welcome the new.

Now, with the 3 of Swords, it appears there might be residual heartbreak or unresolved feelings from your past. This doesn't have to be about a past lover. It can be any pain that hasn’t been fully healed. Remember, our romances often reflect what’s going on inside us. If you're holding onto hurt, it can manifest in your relationships. However, my Pile 1's, this card coupled with the Death card, is a strong indication that you're breaking these cycles and moving towards healing.

Judgement speaks to rebirth and heeding a higher call. There's a realization in you, a kind of spiritual awakening. In the context of romance, this can mean recognizing true connections, being honest about what you want from a relationship, and leaving behind the superficial. Your perfect summer romance will challenge you to be your authentic self and to grow spiritually.

Then we have the Knight of Cups, the romantic dreamer of the tarot. This energy is one of a person or a situation that sweeps you off your feet. Following the themes of transformation, heartbreak, and rebirth, this Knight brings forward the beauty of a summer romance that's deep, emotionally satisfying, and dreamy. It's the kind of romance that feels like a soft, enchanting tune playing in the background of a warm evening.

The 4 of Swords is a reminder to take things slow and allow for moments of introspection and rest. While summer romances can be whirlwinds, this card suggests that your perfect romance is also filled with quiet moments, deep conversations, and time to relax and connect on a deeper level. This pace ensures sustainability and might even extend this summer romance beyond the season.

Now, peeking at the energy beneath it all with the 10 of Swords from the bottom of the deck, there's no sugarcoating that it’s a heavy card. This is the energy of feeling backstabbed, defeated, or reaching the end of the line. But remember, endings always make way for new beginnings, and in your spread, this ties back to the transformative energy of the Death card.

As for the Oracle cards: Emotions, Universal Energy, and Love — these three cards provide a broader theme for your reading. Emotions underline the importance of understanding and working through feelings (reflected in the 3 of Swords and 4 of Swords). Universal Energy suggests that the universe is conspiring in your favor, especially with the Judgment card resonating with being attuned to higher frequencies. And of course, Love being the central theme, emphasizes the Knight of Cups' energy, ensuring that this romance is filled with genuine affection, care, and passion.

In summary, my Pile 1's, your perfect summer romance is a transformative journey, one that brings about deep emotional healing, encourages spiritual growth, and offers both intense passion and moments of rest and reflection. Embrace the changes, work through past pains, and open your heart to the Universe's blessings. Your summer romance will be nothing short of magical. 🌞❤️🔮

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: The Hermit, Page of Wands, 2 of Wands, 2 of Swords, Page of Cups -- Bottom of the Deck Energy: Knight of Swords

Oracle Cards: Self-Esteem, Stability & Security, Presence

Welcome, my Pile 2's! I see some intriguing energy here as we explore what your perfect summer romance looks like. So, let's dive into the mystic realm of love together.

Starting off with The Hermit, this tells me that you've been doing some soul-searching or maybe taking some time away from the dating scene. My dear Pile 2's, it's like you've been on a personal quest, figuring out what you truly want in love. This introspective energy sets the stage for a romance that's deeply aligned with who you are and what you desire.

Now, the Page of Wands leaps in with fiery enthusiasm. After all that contemplation with The Hermit, you're ready to venture out into the world of romance with fresh eyes and a sense of adventure. The Page of Wands is about new beginnings and exploration, so you may find yourself drawn to someone unconventional or experiencing love in a way that’s exciting and different from the past.

Pairing this with the 2 of Wands, I see you taking control of your romantic destiny. You're no longer just dreaming about love; you're actively making decisions to manifest it. This card indicates a path opening, one filled with potential and possibilities. Your perfect summer romance isn't just a fleeting thing; it's an essential part of your journey.

But, wait! The 2 of Swords shows a moment of indecision or a crossroad. Don't fret, my Pile 2's. This could be a moment where you have to make a decision about the direction of your love life, possibly choosing between two suitors or paths. It's a delicate balance, and you'll need to tap into that wisdom you gained from your Hermit phase to navigate this.

The Page of Cups brings in a dreamy, emotional connection. Think heartfelt conversations, poetry, or maybe even a love letter or two. This card reinforces that this summer romance will not only be about physical attraction and passion (though the Wands have that covered!) but also a deep emotional connection. There's a tenderness here that adds to the beauty of this romance.

Now, let's glance at the energy beneath all of this, the Knight of Swords. This card is about swift action, determination, and sometimes a bit of impulsiveness. It’s like a gust of wind pushing you forward. Coupled with the Page of Wands, there's a strong sense of not letting fear or doubt hold you back. This summer romance may come on quickly, but that doesn't mean it's not genuine.

As for the Oracle cards: Self-Esteem, Stability & Security, Presence — these themes tie everything together beautifully. Self-Esteem aligns with The Hermit's energy, emphasizing that your self-awareness and confidence are key to attracting the right romance. Stability & Security resonate with the 2 of Wands, reminding you that grounding your choices in what truly matters will lead to a fulfilling connection. Presence underlines the importance of being in the moment, fully engaged with this romance, whether it's during a passionate night out or an intimate conversation over coffee.

In a nutshell, my Pile 2's, your perfect summer romance is one of self-discovery, adventure, choice, and emotional depth. You’ve done the work on yourself, and now the universe is ready to reward you with a connection that's both thrilling and soul-satisfying. Trust in your journey, be bold in your choices, and let your heart lead the way. This summer holds the promise of love that resonates with the true you. 🌻❤️🌟

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: 4 of Wands (in reverse), 7 of Cups (in reverse), 4 of Pentacles, 7 of Swords, 3 of Cups -- Bottom of the Deck Energy: The Hanged Man

Oracle Cards: Physical Body, Finances, Dreams, Relationships

Alright, my Pile 3's! Let’s unpack what the cards have in store for your perfect summer romance. Your layout is quite a blend of energies, but I promise you, there’s a story here that’s just waiting to be told.

Kicking things off with the 4 of Wands in reverse. Normally, the upright version of this card screams celebration and stability, especially in relationships. But in its reversed position, there might be some hesitations or delays when it comes to the solid foundation of a romance. It’s like you're awaiting that magical moment where everything just feels right. Don't be disheartened; every story has its own pace.

Next up, the 7 of Cups in reverse. This card upright usually indicates a dreamy state with too many choices or feeling overwhelmed by fantasies. But reversed? You're gaining clarity! After perhaps a phase of confusion or daydreaming, you’re now having a better idea of what you truly desire in a summer romance.

Moving on to the 4 of Pentacles, it's clear that security and holding onto things tightly is essential for you. This might mean that when you find someone special, you value loyalty and commitment. Or, it could also hint at a need to let go a little, to not hold onto feelings or past relationships too tightly. Given the context of the 7 of Cups in reverse, it feels like once you gain clarity on what you want, you're very determined to protect and keep it.

Ah, the 7 of Swords. This card often hints at stealth, deceit, or maybe just feeling like you need to go it alone. Perhaps there’s a bit of baggage from the past or a fear of being vulnerable. It’s crucial for you, my Pile 3's, to ensure that you're stepping into this romance with openness and trust, leaving behind any energies or patterns that don’t serve you.

Celebration time with the 3 of Cups! This card suggests that your perfect summer romance will be filled with joy, celebration, and maybe even a touch of friendship turned romantic. Imagine those endless summer nights filled with laughter, dancing, and genuine connection. This energy perfectly counterbalances the previous cards, hinting that while there might be some hurdles, the reward is genuine joy and connection.

Peering into the bottom of the deck, we have The Hanged Man. There's a sense of waiting, reflection, and seeing things from a new perspective. This energy ties the whole reading together. You’re being nudged to shift your perspective on love, to perhaps break free from old patterns, and embrace a new way of experiencing romance.

Now, let’s sprinkle in some Oracle magic: Physical Body, Finances, Dreams, and Relationships. These cards really do add depth to your reading. It seems that your summer romance will be intertwined with some significant aspects of your life. Your Physical Body card suggests the importance of physical attraction and perhaps even working together towards physical activities or goals. Finances might indicate that the two of you might embark on some joint financial ventures or dates that involve managing budgets. The Dreams card aligns well with the 7 of Cups in reverse – your dreams are becoming clearer, and this summer romance is very much part of that journey. And of course, Relationships ties back to the importance of connection, not just as lovers but also as friends (hello, 3 of Cups energy!).

Wrapping it up, my Pile 3's, your summer romance seems to be a blend of self-reflection, gaining clarity, letting go of past baggage, and embracing the joy of genuine connection. Remember to stay open, trust the journey, and allow the universe to work its magic. This summer promises moments of growth, joy, and a romance that resonates deeply with who you are. Cheers to that! 🌞🥂🌹

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