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voidpetrova · 7 months

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best friend's brother — jeremy gilbert x reader

a/n: this is a requested fic, but i lost the inbox that was sent to me :( so here's a big shoutout to the sweetheart that requested a smutty BFB!jeremy fic, bless their heart <3

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content warnings and genre: clichés, mutual pining, jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, soft sex, slight degradation — smut

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synopsis: your best friend's brother is the one for you, punk rock drummer and he's 6'2

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girlhood thrived in its purest form in the quiet, cozy confines of elena gilbert's room. the two of you were ensconced in an atmosphere of comfort, sporting matching pajamas—tank tops and shorts—a testament to the close bond you shared. you'd spent countless nights like this, painting your nails vibrant shades of red and talking about everything and nothing at all, all while the dulcet tones of green day provided the perfect backdrop.

tonight was no exception, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the fairy lights strung across the walls. elena's laughter filled the air as you swapped stories, occasionally sipping from your martini glasses. ot was a time when worries melted away, and you cherished these moments of simplicity.

just as you were discussing the latest school gossip, the door creaked open, and jeremy gilbert slipped inside. he claimed he was looking for a book, but it was no secret that he often used any excuse to check you out. elena, always the protective older sister, shot him a playful glare. you and jeremy had been seeing each other rather discreetly, but had yet to put a label on whatever it was you were doing. you did your best to hide it from elena, due to the unwanted presence of awkward tension and tense family game nights that were sure to follow.

“jeremy, seriously? can't you see we're having a girls' night?” elena chided, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. he pretended innocence, his lips curling into a half-smile. “sorry, just passing through. carry on, ladies.”

as he lingered for a moment, elena decided it was the perfect time to drop a little bombshell into your conversation. “oh, by the way, tyler lockwood has been asking about you.” jeremy's scoff was almost immediate, and he couldn't resist adding a snarky comment. “tyler lockwood, really? what's he after now?”

elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “jeremy, are you jealous?” she teased. he blushed slightly, but vehemently denied it. “of course not. i just think he's not the right guy for (y/n).”

with a sly grin, elena decided to stir the pot further. “well, (y/n), maybe you should give ty a chance. what do you say?” jeremy excused himself from the room, muttering something about needing to find that book. but before he left, his eyes locked onto you, his jealousy thinly veiled behind a casual facade.

after elena drifted off to sleep during a particularly dramatic scene in twilight, you felt the way your phone buzzed softly. it was a message from jeremy, and the anticipation of sneaking away to his room sent a thrill through you. you tiptoed out of elena's room, careful not to wake her, and made your way to jeremy's. as you entered his room, he greeted you with a sly smile. “so, tyler lockwood, huh? you really considering going out with him?”

you couldn't help but chuckle at his obvious jealousy. “oh, come on, jer. you're not fooling anyone. you're totally jealous.” jeremy feigned innocence once more, but his eyes betrayed him. “me? jealous? please.”

you moved closer, enjoying this playful banter. “i think you're just worried that tyler might steal me away.” he rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. “as if anyone could.”

you laughed as you playfully poked his chest. “well, maybe you should be more convincing next time.”

jeremy's expression softened, and he pulled you closer. “you know i don't want anyone else. i just can't stand the thought of you with someone like tyler.” you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “don't worry, jeremy. you're the only one i want.”

your words were convincing—convincing enough for him to finally press his lips against yours, the hours of built-up tension finally exploding. one of his hands dropped to cup your cheek, a subtle way to pull you in closer, your lips melting into one another with a sweet tenderness, while his other freely trailed down your collarbone, tracing the delicate structure of your body, caressing your neck and throat before sweetly dropping down to the valley of your breasts. for a split second, he felt his eyes open. he couldn't control himself, he just had to look at you, admiring the way your tits were peeking from your tank top—the one that was just a bit too tight and a bit too revealing.

a wave of possessiveness crashed over him, even when he shut his eyes once more. he couldn't bear to imagine anybody, let alone tyler lockwood, getting their hands on someone as perfect as you. he couldn't imagine someone admiring you the way he did—not your face, your mannerisms, let alone the way your tits were out for him, or how your ass was arched back, peeking through the incredibly short shorts. it made him furious, and he let you know it.

“you're so fucking perfect,” he murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, the taste of vodka and mint lingering on his tongue as he dropped down to your neck, attacking the sensitive skin with his lips as teeth as he grabbed your hair, pulling you further into his touch. “won't let anyone else have you.” his words made you shiver, practically. your own hands found themselves tangling into the threads of his silky, dark hair as you moaned his name.

he loved every second of it. he knew it the second he saw you, and all he could do was savor you. his lips left brutal marks on your neck, providing you with an excellent problem to deal with before elena woke up. they travelled down to the valley of your breasts, nipping at your tits through the thin material of your top. all the material did was piss him off, arousing growls at the unnecessary barrier of clothing. he practically tore it off, leaving you in nothing but the incredibly slutty shorts. “jer,” you whined, glossy eyes locking with his as he continued to toy with your breasts, fingertips twirling your nipples as he licked at the fat. “elena's gonna kill me.”

he didn't pay much attention to the future consequences of your doing. “it's all good, baby,” he muttered quietly, the rough surface of his tongue drawing circles into your nipple, before sliding down your stomach gracefully. he only stopped to discard his own clothing. “just another reason to get you into my clothes, so what?”

you didn't even have time to laugh, not while he was in front of you, body seeming to have been sculpted by greek gods. you admired his toned muscles, the way his biceps were bigger than your head, and the way his stomach carried muscles that hinted at hard work—blood, sweat, and tears put into transforming his frame. “almost like you're afraid to touch me.” he taunted, but he knew you weren't. not with the ways your hands subconsciously caressed his frame, small hands wrapping around his biceps and tracing his abs. he was so much bigger than you, and he absolutely loved it.

you knew it the minute he started fucking you—he was truly twice your size. with his throbbing, long cock splitting your tiny, tight pussy open, you knew it. he knew the moans that left your mouth, however a turn-on, were also a potential danger, threatening to awaken elena from her peaceful slumber. his hand covered your mouth, your eyes shutting tight at the way he fucked you, nice and hard. you bit down on his hand, similarly to how your pussy clenched his pulsating dick, and he felt as if he were about to lose it.

“so fucking tight,” he attempted to silence his own moans, speaking through pants and gasps as his gaze dropped to your swollen cunt, greedy and desperate as he watched the way it swallowed him whole. it made him want to ruin you in the best way possible. “who's my greedy little girl, huh?” you whined at the pressure, at the way his words sent slick down his shaft, and he damn well noticed it. his free hand dropped to your lower stomach, pressing against it as he fucked himself deeper into your slippery cunt, the juices threatening to slip his dick out of you completely. he watched the way he could practically feel himself in your stomach, your tight little pussy barely taking what he had to give to you. it encouraged him to fuck you as he leaned back, giving you all the more of his cock.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensation, his balls the only part of him that had yet to slip into you. “too much, jer,” you whined against his palm, but it was too much for him, too. he knew he was close, watching the way your tits bounced with every forceful thrust of his, the way yours thighs shook under his touch, and the way your pussy fluttered, barely allowing him to pull out. he knew he was done for.

in fact, there was no way he was pulling out, but the two of you were too entranced to care about it. his thrusts grew more sloppy and desperate, hips pounding into your pelvis as he chased his own orgasm. his fingers finally left your mouth, your moans under nobody's control but your own as he rubbed at your clit gently, thumbing the wet and sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to pound into you. you were close, and he knew it.

it was the first time you had came at the same time. you felt the way hot, thick spurts of cum shot into your wet, sweet cunt, and at the same time, your own orgasm washed over you, juices flooding out of you, coating his angry cock as moans left your mouths, the ability to control yourselves long gone. he pressed his forehead onto yours, placing sloppy kisses onto your lips as his cum pooled inside you, unable to slip out of you as his dick softened from inside your pussy. there was truly no way for you to feel empty with jeremy by your side.

“does this mean you won't go out with tyler?” his hands pushed away your loose strands of hair, ones that had been tainted with sweat and saliva. you smiled, small fingers wrapping around his wrists as you placed a sweet kiss to his palm.

“no, actually, my best friend's brother is the one for me.”

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miryum · 13 days

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☆ 18+ minors dni ☆ (ish. Not descriptive at all)

So I’ve done Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd, right? Well, what about Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd?

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd would have a totally different vibe and I will die on this hill

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, instead of playing the long game like Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd, would think to himself, right when he met you, “that’s who I’m gonna marry”

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, from the moment you entered his home, would have his eyes set on you because holy shit you were so innocent and lovely and had no idea what you were walking into

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would be envious of his little sister, Stephanie, for being friends with you, but also extremely thankful that you two were friends because it’s how he met you

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would hang around Wayne Manor more and more often just for the chance of seeing you. Of course, Alfred was the first to catch on. Then Steph, then Bruce, and slowly the rest of the family

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who didn’t care that you were only in college and he was nearing thirty – you were his

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would stare at you when you and Stephanie were studying together in the Wayne library. He would literally just stand in the doorway, arms crossed and staring in your direction, a deadly smirk on his lips. How else was he supposed to flirt with you? Ever since the Lazarus Pit, his perception of… social awareness was off

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would contemplate whether or not he should ask you out because you were Steph’s best friend and he didn’t want to insert himself into your friendship

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would take his contemplations out on one of the punching bags in the gym. Dick eventually had to come in and check on Jason after he had broken two punching bags

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who hung around Steph for days on end, gaining up courage to ask her if she was okay with him asking you out. Steph was definitely suspicious and finally just bluntly asked him what was wrong

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who breathed out a sigh of relief when Steph squealed happily and cried out, “of course! Oh, you two will be perfect together!”

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who then waited two and a half more weeks to ask you out because he was too nervous. He would send you winks and even drove Steph back to Gotham University after break just on the off chance of seeing you. He did and he had never smiled more widely in his life

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who groans and burrows his head in his hood whenever Steph teases him about you or when Dami asks, “I do not see the problem. If you cannot ask a girl out, Todd, then perhaps you are not fit to fight villains”

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who finally asks you out after you and Steph had a sleepover at Wayne Manor. He got up extra early that morning and began stress-making pancakes, as any rational person does

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, after sliding you a plate full of pancakes, stutters over his words and scratches his neck and heat fills his cheeks, is relieved when you’re the one to ask him out

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, later, would insist that he wasn’t nervous and would tell everyone, even your grandkids, that he was the one to ask you out

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who caved under your smirking glare and eventually admitted to your grandkids that he didn’t have the courage to ask out the love of his life

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who takes you wherever you want with Bruce’s money – even if you only ask to go browsing at the bookstore, he would buy you any book you looked at

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, as I’ve said earlier, doesn’t really know how to act at first and doesn’t know how to show his affection. So, he buys you gifts and gives you the key to his apartment two months in

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, after spending the first (non-sexual) night with you, suddenly realised how touch starved he was

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who then did not spend another second not touching you. Whether it’s an arm over your shoulder, holding your hand, or pulling your feet up onto his lap when you two are sitting on the couch

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would slowly move you in without you even knowing. At first it was a couple clothes, and then a book or two, and then a couple picture frames here or there, and then oh well, it just makes sense that you move in

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would decorate your skin with open mouthed kisses after your first (sexual) night with you, whispering over and over again how much he loves you

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who wouldn’t have to introduce you to his family because luckily, you already knew them all!

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would join you and Steph for girls night and paint his toes and gossip and let you run your hands through his hair (and maybe braid it)

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would be the epitome of a gentleman and open doors for you, stare down other guys who looked at you, and gave you his leather jacket when he took you out riding on his motorcycle (and if you got a little handsy, he wouldn’t mind)

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who didn’t dare get you into the Red Hood/vigilante business and god forbid a villain got ahold of you

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who threatened your safety and then afterward hold you close, whispering sweet nothings as he lets Tim and Cass take care of it

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, even after years of being together, would still kiss you like there’s no tomorrow and remind you that he loves you every five minutes

#miryum's dc universe #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #we love jason todd #headcanon #best friend's brother #dc x reader #dcu #jason todd didn't die #not proofread

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pearlynia · 4 months

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Jegulus is literally everything, like:

Best friend's brother,

Forbidden love,

enemies to lovers,

sunshine × midnight rain,

"i once believed love would be black and white but it's golden"

"You're hesitating, love"

"a great big tragedy"

"I love you" "it'll pass"

"he never did fall in love again"

"somewhere, in the west country of England"

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bonbonbee · 3 months

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hellooooo!!! can i pleasee request a list w/ your best friend's brother?

'yes you absolutely may! •ᴗ•'

your best friend's brother trope

prompt list by @bonbonbee

seeing him while hanging out w/ ur best friend

^ for instance in the kitchen at a sleepover + him being shirtless

^ noticing him going down ur best friend's hallway

^ the door to his room being slightly open enough for you to catch a glimpse of him

your bsf always teasing you for looking at him

"why are you looking at my brother like that?" "like what?" "like that"

"is your brother home?"

"maybe your brother can drive us there"

"i trust you with my sister, _____." "and you'll be relieved to know I'll bring her back in one piece."

him asking his sister about you

^ "how is _____?"

^ "i haven't seen _____ in a while. bring them over more."

imagine their family at dinner and your best friend mentions you.

^ his head jerks up, and his interest is peaked.

"i don't like your other friends, what were their names? ashley and travis or whatever? i like _____ better."

thinking you're the best influence on his sister

him overhearing you and your best friend conversing:

"i wish we were sisters." "right, it's a shame we aren't close family-wise."

i can make that happen, he thought.

#bonbonbee #dialogue prompts #prompt list #prompts #writing prompts #cute prompts #love prompts #fluff prompts #romance prompts #writing #best friend's brother

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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little black dress pt.1 | mv1 × reader

pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: alcohol consumption, not proofread, unedited, club scenes

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part 1, part 2

your eyes roamed around the dance floor, looking at the people dancing their nights away. some grinding on each other, some just being themselves.

a smile creeps up on your face as you watch your best friend victoria dancing with her man, having a night away from her precious boys.

sipping on your drink you get occupied with people watching. you've always been the quiet type who loved observing in any setting, even at the club.

"y/n come on! we are here for you today get on here!" vic drags you onto the dance floor. "welcome back babe! I missed you so much!" she screams over the loud music dancing along with it making you break out in your moves.

oh, yes you might be shy but you know your way around the nightlife. throwing your head back, and rolling your hips to the music you let yourself go like no one was watching.

except there max was, leaning against the bar watching you dance in that little black dress of yours.

it took him a while to recognize you. the last time he saw you, you were still a teenager who was dead scared of him from the day his sister first introduced you both.

looking at you now all max could see was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. he watched you and his sister dance around, laughing and enjoying the night.

you sat to have a drink leaving vic and tom alone for a while unaware of your best friend's brother's presence in the club.

"still scared of me schatje?" a low voice startled you making you almost stumble off your seat.

"jesus! you scared me!" you screamed looking back at to see max. "i was never scared of you max. stop with it," you playfully hit his chest. although young you were scared of him for some unknown reason you would never admit it.

"glad to see you back in town y/n, vic missed you a lot," he said moving a strand of hair out of your face.

"i missed her too-" your eyes went to the dance floor only to see no sign of the lovebirds. "did they just ditch me?" you let out a laugh looking at max.

"you're surprised?" he asks standing up and gesturing you to follow him. "honestly?no. not like it's the first time." you shrug following him.

your heels clicked on the pavement as you followed him to the parking lot. he led you to his car, opening the door "drop a text to vic, I'm dropping you off at your place."

a/n: brainstormed three nights and came up with this. can't promise that part 2 will come soon butttt I promise it'll be better than this one. enjoy this till then!

xoxo

#Spotify #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #writers on tumblr #ao3 #writing #fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #max verstappen f1 #f1 fanfic #red bull racing #best friend's brother #max verstappen one shot #ferrarireginawrites

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aspiring-artist-em · 9 months

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Crimson Rivers, is it back? What now? Does that mean Zar is back?

So, like a normal, sane reader, when I get an AO3 notification, I immediately drop everything and check it out. In my little tiny brain filled with angst and smut, I was thinking that it was maybe a chapter being updated, or maybe someone I love replying to a comment I left about how their writing is so fantastic and giving them vivid descriptions of how I wish to burn it into my brain because how good it is. Turns out, that was not the case.

It was a fucking notification about Crimson Rivers being posted.

I sat on my bed, and just stared. My brain wasn’t working. I was halfway though a bag of chips that my dog really wanted and staring at an email that bizarrestars fucking posted Crimson Rivers.

And Best Friend’s Brother.

And Just Lovers.

And all of those fics I was dying to read were back. All the fics that had me frothing at the mouth with want and the insatiable urge to consume everything he put back out into the world. And so, I followed the link in my email and oh my god-

They were back.

All of them.

Every single one of their fics was back up and I was fucking psyched because I have an AO3 account and I have access to it again. Me, along with many other fans of his works and readers in this fandom, texted friends and loved ones. We smiled and downloaded the files, swearing that we will never lose those works again.

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So, like a normal, sane author, when I get an AO3 notification, I immediately drop everything and check it out. In my little pea brain filled with ways to torture my readers and ways to get them off through my words, I was thinking that maybe someone had kindly left a kudos on my work, or maybe even comment on it. All my works are ongoing and to be honest, I was a little scared to open my email because what if it's a negative comment? What if it’s someone telling me that they hate me because I’m sick and twisted, writing the filth I do. What if it’s someone telling me that they hate how I made a certain character bisexual because in their mind, bisexual women can't also be attracted to women? What if it’s someone telling me that the trauma I write about is misrepresented and that I am an awful person for romanticizing it when I swear I’m not, when I know that I’m drawing from experience. What if it’s someone saying the aforementioned trauma is too dramatized, and that the way that I write it as something to be worked through, doesn’t fit their “one kiss and all the bad memories go away” narrative they have in their head. What if it’s someone telling me I should be ashamed, telling me that I am disgusting, telling me that I shouldn't write what I write even though I have hyperlinks embedded in my fics and even though I have additional warnings per chapter and even though I have so many tags the plot is given away. Turns out, that is not the case.

It was a fucking notification about Crimson Rivers being posted.

I sat on my bed, and just stared. My brain wasn’t working. I was halfway though a bag of chips that my dog really wanted and staring at an email that bizarrestars fucking posted Crimson Rivers.

And Best Friend’s Brother.

And Just Lovers.

And all of those fics people were dying to read were back. All the fics that had people online frothing at the mouth with want and the insatiable urge to consume everything he put back out into the world. And so, I followed the link in my email and

oh my god-

They were back.

All of them.

Every single one of their fics was back up and I was filled with fucking dread, because all I could focus on is how there’s a shiny new prongsfoot fic right there on the top of their page, the first thing people will see. All I could think about is how they talked about people not respecting their wishes with their fics and how people on the internet are fucking relentless. All I could think about are the videos I will see with people complaining that they can’t read it because they don't have an AO3 account and people attacking them for the two chapter prongsfoot fic right there, and how people fucking idolized the guy, putting him on a pedestal and hailing him as the “best fanfic writer ever, right there along with misskingbean (who may or may not be Taylor swift (I swear, Taylor is NOT misskingbean))”All I could think about is the exit he, and MANY OTHER authors made because people got ahold of their work and were fucking rude about it. All I could think of is someone who was practically pushed off the internet for doing what he loves so well that people started hating when he wrote what he wanted to write, and how now, he’s back and honestly, it scares me a little bit because he didn’t deserve the hell people put him through.

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Crimson rivers, is it back? What now? Does that mean Zar is back? Short answer, yes, yes, and yes. Long answer, yes but only if you have an AO3 account and ONLY IF people can be fucking nice this time around and maybe remember that zar is a fucking person with fucking feelings and something called a fucking mental health to take care of. Authors have feelings too, we aren’t some mindless fic generator. If you want that, go to chat gtp or some shit. We put our hearts and souls into our work and share it because we want to put it out there, not because we want to get bullied.

Now, I know what you're going to say, “oh, but I just really loved the guy, he was like the second coming of christ with his words like I just really wanted to read more because I loved him so much, like I forgot he was a human because I just loved him and a little love never hurt anyone.”

But like, that’s also really fucking problematic and actually obsessive. Just think about it. Like this guy is a person and like, maybe you shouldn’t treat him like he is anything more OR ANYTHING LESS. Like honestly, he probably didn't start posting his work to gain fame, like this was probably really unexpected for him. AND EVEN IF HE DID, IT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT HIM LIKE A FUCKING PRODUCT GOD DAMN. Like, this is a PERSON. Imagine if your best friend or little sibling came to you and was talking about people putting enormous pressure on them and being obsessed with everything they do and how they feel like they have to be perfect and please everyone because if they don't, they’ll get harassed online and like, it’s genuinely damaging their mental health. Like, imagine if that happened to you. What would you tell them? Well, hopefully, you would tell them that those people are fucking obsessed and that they need to take a break and maybe, just maybe remove the works so they could put their mind to rest, because that’s better than this. Like come on everyone, can’t you fucking see the problem with that? Idolization and bullying go hand in hand and the poor guy has been though enough.

Also, remember, be kind to the guy and like, idk, treat him with fucking human decency? Don't deadname him maybe? Don't like, idolize him? Don't get mad when he writes what he wants to fucking write because you don't like it? And maybe like, respect his wishes? It should be pretty fucking simple tbh, but apparently it's a difficult task for some of you. He isn’t a fucking god and maybe like, before you comment, actually sit there and reflect on what you are going to say to him.

SO MAYBE, BEFORE YOU COMMENT SHIT, REMEMBER THAT ZAR’S, (and, for the record, every other author’s) MENTAL HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A 800K WORD STORY ABOUT DEAD WIZARDS. LIKE PLEASE, YOU CAN FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT ONE SPECIFIC FIC WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER FICS OUT THERE, AND SO MAYBE LIKE, REMEMBER TO RESPECT THE AUTHORS WHO WRITE YOUR STORIES.

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, BEFORE YOU SAY SHIT, THINK ABOUT WHY HE FUCKING LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE, DEAR GOD.

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driversatellite · 10 months

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cruel summer | r.c | part three

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 three: you know that I caught it

word count: 3.0k

a/n: hiii guys!!! thank you so so so much for all the love on this series, i appreciate it so much, like fr it means the world to me that you guys take time to read my silly little stories <3!!!! this story will be somewhat of a slow burn (not too slow burn i promise), but i promise it’ll be worth it! anyways i hope you enjoy this part!!!! (likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciate <3!!!)

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The sun was shining and Y/N couldn’t help but feel happy when she spotted a grinning Wheezie hanging out of the passenger side of Rafe’s truck waving wildly at her. She laughed to herself and tightened her grip on her beach bag as she made her way to the car. She had been looking forward to her and Wheezie’s beach day and she didn’t mind that Rafe would be joining them, ever since she had spilled her guts to him, he hadn’t been up to his usual antics.

She slipped into the back seat and set her bag down and Wheezie turned around in her seat to converse more easily, “I’m so excited, I always ask Sarah to come read with me, but she doesn’t like reading.”

Y/N laughed and nodded, her best friend didn’t particularly enjoy reading which is why she hadn’t been able to do a lot of reading in the past couple years. She was always with the pogues and they were always up to something, they didn’t have much down time, “I’m excited to, I brought two books.”

Wheezie grinned and smiled and rambled about the books she had brought and Y/N just smiled and nodded along to the young girl, seeing Wheezie always made her happy. She had glanced over to Rafe a few times while Wheezie was distracted, but he hadn’t said anything since she got in the car, he seemed to be focused on driving.

They ended up at the club and headed through the club to get to the private section of the beach that the club owned. It was nice and quiet and there were no rowdy tourons there, the perfect setting for a peaceful beach reading day. Y/N and Wheezie set up their reading spots, since they were at the club they grabbed a beach cabana that had three lounge cushioned lounge chairs and set down their towels and Y/N made sure to put sunscreen on herself, Wheezie, and Rafe, who was being uncharacteristically quiet. She didn’t question Rafe’s silence too much, she just thought maybe it was too early for him and left it at that, as the girls made themselves comfortable Rafe grabbed his surfboard and headed straight for the waves.

It had been a few hours and Y/N had finished the first book she had brought, she was already half way through it when she started reading that day, but she still felt accomplished as she read the last page. She set the book down and stretched a bit before asking Wheezie if she wanted anything from the beach bar, Wheezie said she just wanted some fries and some lemonade and Y/N nodded before slipping on her sundress and heading to the beach bar.

“Hi, can I get two ice waters, a lemonade, the arancini balls, and some fries?” She asked the attendant working the bar. The attendant nodded and let her know that it’d be a few minutes. She nodded and looked around the club, trying to spot any familiar faces, but didn’t seem to find anyone. It was still early, so maybe that was why, she then felt her phone buzz and glanced down to see Sarah texting her. She felt bad, she hadn’t told Sarah that she’d be hanging out with her siblings that day. She knew that Sarah was hanging out with pogues and if she knew that Y/N was spending the day reading with the other two Cameron siblings she’d drag her along with her and hanging around JJ and Rina was the last thing Y/N wanted to do. Everything was still too fresh for her.

She sucked in a breath and opened Sarah’s message, as predicted it was asking her to reconsider and come with her to hang out with the pogues, she sighed and then typed out her response.

y/n: sorry sar, i’m just super tired today, i’m spending the day at the club’s spa to rejuvenate

sarah: :( ok, rest up and feel better so you can come next time, everyone misses you

y/n: i miss them too, ttyl <3

As soon as she finished texting Sarah the attendant came back with the drinks and the fries and Y/N slipped her phone into her pocket and used both hands to carefully carry the tray of drinks and snacks back to the cabana. To her surprise Rafe was sitting on his lounge chair drying his hair as she approached and at the sound of the sand beneath her feet he looked up and sprung up and grabbed the tray from her hands and placed them down on the small table.

“I could’ve done it.” Y/N said as she grabbed her water and settled into her lounge chair.

Rafe shrugged and continued to dry his hair, “I know, but if you dropped it then I would have to go all the way there and get all new things and I didn’t want to take that chance.”

She rolled her eyes and slipped her sunglasses back on and grabbed her next book, “Whatever Rafael.”

She had decided that she was done depriving herself of romance novels, maybe they’d be able to mend her broken heart, which is why she decided to reread one of her comfort novels, as cheesy as it sounded, Pride and Prejudice, was one of her all time favorites. There was just something about the way Jane Austen wrote the novel that brought her to life, she truly loved the book.

“You must allow me to tell you how much I ardently admire and love you.”

Y/N whipped her head to look at Rafe who was staring at the cover of her book, “What?” Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she stared at the boy quizzically.

“It’s from the book.” Rafe said, nodding towards the book and Y/N had to hold in her gasp. She couldn’t believe that the Rafe Cameron was quoting Pride and Prejudice to her.

“You’ve read Pride and Prejudice?” She questioned as she sat up and Rafe nodded.

“Is it that hard to believe?” Rafe questioned.

She shook her head, “No, I’m just surprised. I didn’t take you for a classic literature guy. Actually I didn’t even know you liked reading.”

Rafe crossed his arms against his chest, “I never said I liked reading.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Well, Pride and Prejudice was never one of the books we had to read in high school, so either you read it for fun or for something else, but definitely not for school.”

Rafe just nodded, “Okay, maybe I did read it for fun.”

“I knew it.” She grinned, she loved being right.

“Can you guys be quiet, I’m trying to concentrate?” Wheezie whined from her lounge chair. Rafe just grinned but quieted down and Y/N went back to her book. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rafe reach into his beach bag and pull out a book and settle into his lounge chair. Maybe Rafe Cameron wasn’t too bad.

“We needed this.” Sarah sighed out as she relaxed into the salon chair and Y/N nodded. The girls--Sarah, Y/N, Kiara, and Cleo--were all at the nail salon getting mani pedis. Sarah had suggested it and all the girls agreed that they needed some time to relax and who could ever turn down a mani pedi.

“It’s been so long since I’ve gotten my nails done. I missed the feeling.” Y/N said from her salon chair. They were currently getting their pedicure and their feet were being massaged in the hot water, this was the perfect way to end the week.

“We missed you the other day y/ n/n, Sarah said you weren’t feeling well.” Kiara said and Y/N slightly frowned, she felt bad for ditching her friends, but she knew she couldn’t stomach another day with Rina being all over JJ.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I guess I just needed some more rest. I had a relaxing day reading.” Y/N told them.

Sarah eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I thought you went to the club's spa?”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she internally cursed, she had forgotten that she had told Sarah that, “Right, yeah, I went to the spa in the morning and then spent the rest of the day reading. Sorry all the days kinda blur together now.”

Sarah nodded and Y/N could tell she had bought the lie and she relaxed. It was hard keeping secrets from Sarah, but she didn’t want to tell her that she had ditched her to hang out with her siblings, Sarah’d probably be pissed. It would be her secret for now, but she promised herself that she’d come clean to her soon.

It was a couple weeks later and Y/N was currently lounging poolside at the club. Sarah had left her alone when she spotted John B, but Y/N didn’t complain that just meant she could focus on her book more. She had been reading a lot more now, she had also been spending a lot more time with Wheezie and Rafe whether it was at the ice cream parlor or at the beach and she couldn’t help but feel happier.

She found herself smiling whenever she was with the oldest and youngest Cameron sibling. It wasn’t that she didn’t like spending time with Sarah anymore, she loved Sarah and she always would, but Sarah would always talk about the pogues and would--as much as Y/N hated it--always mention JJ.

Apparently at their latest hangout, one that Y/N had opted out of going to, JJ hadn’t brought Rina and begged the girls to be nicer to her because according to him she hadn’t done anything wrong. JJ told them that yeah he felt really bad about how everything went down with Y/N, but their relationship just wasn’t working anymore and he just wanted to move on. The girls agreed to not ice the new couple out anymore and after Y/N’s insistence on being fine, they all agreed that things could go back to normal. And as much as Y/N had insisted that everything was fine, she couldn’t help but feel sad still, it just bothered her how fast JJ had moved on, he had begun dating Rina barely a week into them breaking up, but she didn’t bring that up to Sarah, who seemed much happier now that the friend group was back to “normal”.

She was flipping to the next page of her book when a shadow loomed over and she looked up to see Rafe, “What are you doing here?”

“Came to golf, I’m grabbing a drink before going out on the green.” Rafe told her and Y/N nodded and remembered what day it was.

“Right, I forgot it’s a Sunday.”

Rafe’s lips quirked slightly at Y/N’s comment but he ignored it, “So Wheezie wants me to take her to the mainland cause she needs a dress or some shit and Sarah and Rose are both busy and I’m probably not the right person for dress shopping, so do you want to come?”

She nodded and smiled, “Aww, I’d love to come help Wheezie. Is she looking for midsummers dresses?”

Rafe shrugged his shoulders, “I guess, you know how Rose is.”

Y/N smiled, “Well, I’m happy to help, just let me know when.”

Rafe told her that he’d text her the details before heading towards the bar and she settled back into her chair, she now had something to look forward to. She loved dress shopping but she especially loved midsummers dress shopping, there was something about summer formal dresses that just made her feel some sort of way.

The next day Y/N was up bright and early and met the Cameron siblings in front of her house and they made their way to the mainland where all of their favorite boutiques were.

Wheezie was excitedly talking about how she’d stayed up and spent the whole night on Pinterest scouring for the perfect dresses and Y/N smiled at her enthusiasm, “I’m so excited, I can’t wait to try on the dresses, midsummers is my favorite.”

Y/N nodded along, “It’s my favorite too.”

The car ride was filled with Wheezie’s rambling and Rafe and Y/N arguing over the music, but before they knew it, they had parked on mainstreet and hopped out of the car and headed into their first boutique.

As soon as they got in the store Wheezie ran around grabbing dresses like a kid in a candy shop and Y/N beamed at how happy the young girl looked. She was casually looking for midsummers dresses, she hadn’t planned on starting now, but since she was already there, she thought it couldn’t hurt to look. She already had an idea of what she wanted in mind, she just hoped she’d be able to find it.

“Are you looking for midsummers dresses too?” Rafe asked as he looked through the racks with her.

“I mean since I’m here, I’ll look. It doesn’t hurt to start looking early.” She said as she flipped through the dresses, nothing she saw was drawing her eye or making her want to say “I need this dress”.

“Midsummers is so easy for me, I just get a new suit and wear whatever Rose gets me.” Rafe said and Y/N rolled her eyes. It was always easier for the boys, but before she could make a comment, Wheezie called them over to the dressing room to watch her try on the dresses.

The pair made their way to the dressing room where a small loveseat was positioned with a glass and gold side table that was set with a tray of small finger foods and two flutes of champagne.

The two took a seat on the loveseat, the sofa was small, so they were practically touching and Y/N felt on edge at thought. She could feel the heat radiating off Rafe and she couldn’t help but like it, but she shook those thoughts away and tried to concentrate on anything but Rafe and how good he smelt. Thankfully for her Wheezie stepped out in her first dress, it was a navy dress that had white flowers scattered all over it, it was a cute dress.

“You look so beautiful Wheeze.” Y/N told her as Wheezie spun around and looked at herself in the mirror.

“I like this one, it just looks super similar to the one I wore a couple years ago.” Wheezie remarked and Y/N thought back to what dress she was referring to. She was right, it was a bit too similar and Rose would not like that, so she suggested to try on the next one. Wheezie tried on the rest of the dresses at that boutique but nothing seemed to please her, so they were on to the next boutique. The same pattern happened at the next two boutiques, it seemed that nothing was good enough.

They were at their final boutique of the day and Rafe and Y/N were seated on an even smaller loveseat, this time their thighs brushed against each other and Y/N felt her heart rate pick up, she didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. She once again shook those thoughts away and focused on Wheezie. This time she had picked out a few for her to try, she had picked out a beautiful sage green dress that she thought would be perfect, she just hoped Wheezie liked it.

Wheezie came out in the first few dresses and nitpicked about each one of them and Y/N felt bad, she knew how stressful dress shopping for an event like midsummers was, “Why don’t you try on that sage green dress I picked out, I think it’d look great on you.”

Wheezie nodded and went back into the dressing room and the attendant helped her put Y/N’s choice on and Wheezie felt a grin grow on her lips, Y/N had a good eye when it came to fashion. She came out of the dressing room with a wide grin on her face, “I love it! I’m obsessed. I think I want this one.”

Y/N beamed at Wheezie’s happiness, “You look stunning in it Wheeze. You’ll be the Belle of the ball.”

Wheezie just smiled and wrapped her arms around Y/N, “Thanks for doing this, I appreciate it so much.”

Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around Wheezie, “Of course, I’m happy to help.”

They spent a few more minutes in the dressing room discussing alterations and the attendant took a few measurements and booked a fitting appointment. Wheezie slipped back into the dressing room and Rafe and Y/N made their way to the front so Rafe could pay for the dress.

“Thanks for coming, Wheeze needed someone other than me to give their opinion.” Rafe thanked as he tapped his card to the card reader.

“Of course, I’d do anything for Wheezie, plus I got a head start on looking for dresses.” Y/N told him.

Rafe glanced around the boutique and then back to Y/N, “Did you want to try on anything?”

She shook her head, “No, I don’t think I’ve seen anything that calls to me yet.”

Rafe smiled, “Picky, picky, just like you used to be.”

She shrugged, “What can I say, I like only the very best.” Rafe’s lips quirked up at her statement and he just shook his head and Y/N laughed as they waited for Wheezie to finish up in the dressing room.

It wasn’t much later that Wheezie came out dress in hand. She handed the dress to the attendant at the cash register before the trio headed out. Wheezie mentioned being hungry and Rafe suggested that they grab something to eat before the drive back, which is how they found themselves sitting on the patio of a small Italian place.

Rafe was laughing at something Wheezie had said and Y/N was watching him, she hadn’t noticed it before because she was so adamant on despising Rafe during their rivalry, but Rafe Cameron was beautiful and she couldn’t help but admire his beauty.

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