#everyone: *terrified yet impressed silence*

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen PT I & PT II. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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TWO: G & G.

You know that there are those in the world who strike fear into people’s hearts and souls.

But you’ve never seen anyone react to a single human being the way they do the duo that struts into the bar in their leather cowboy boots. 

You’ve never seen the saloon so quiet and still before then when the duo steps into the scene. A tumbleweed could blow by with how silent it is.

Everyone’s eyes stay planted on the tall, handsome men oozing with confidence and intimidation standing among the swinging doors, appearing like sexy phantoms in the night.

There stands Geto Suguru, the 6’4 long-haired gunslinger with the perfect, black locks that cascade down his broad shoulders and back, seductive eyes, and skillful hands that he hides behind two riding gloves.

He usually is seen riding a black Bronco that is just as big as him and sporting a black cape with black riding pants, boots, and a low-brim cowboy hat. Black fits him so damn well. The only thing that isn’t black on him is the red vest that is so low-cut that you can see the outline of his pecs. 

Beside him is his partner (and lover as it’s rumored) Gojo Satoru, the lean, confident, cocky, blindfolded bandit standing at 6’3 with snow-white hair, a sly smile, leather gloves that hide some skillful and deadly hands, and a blindfold covering his eyes that have never been seen but are said to make a man go cold with fear where he stands.

In contrast to Geto, the white-haired cowboy is doused in colors: a denim jacket that matches his slacks where a star-shaped belt buckle hangs from his crotch; brown boots with spurs; a red bandana wrapped around his neck; and a white cowboy hat sits low on his head. He, too, has his own horse: a brown Bronco that is recognizable from its hooves clicking across the ground.  

They are a match made in heaven and hell. Handsome, skillful, and deadly. They are known for their impressive yet terrifying speed when it comes to cocking and shooting their pistols. You’ve heard of them killing all kinds of wanted criminals and even other gunslingers in other counties.

Everyone knows them and so do you. 

If a record was playing, the damn thing would be scratching by now with the way the saloon reacts to seeing the gunslingers in the flesh. Whispers begin to rise from the silence, including from Yuki, Mai, and Maki who have wandered over. “Oh, my God,” Mai gasps. “It’s the Gunslingers!” 

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Maki wonders aloud, peering at them from behind her spectacles. “Are they lookin’ for someone? I thought they had been arrested!” 

And they did, last year. At some point, the articles of gunslingers, corporation owners, and high rollers found dead with bullets in them and a note from “G & G” left at the scene stopped when they were arrested after that train heist. And you know it has everything to do with their connection to your boss. 

“Who cares?” Yuki dreamily sighs as she stares at the gunslingers with heart eyes. “I get to admire them in person now! Aren’t they delicious?” 

“Keep it in your pants, Yuki,” Choso grumbles, tugging on a lock of the blonde’s hair as she giggles. “They ain’t even all that.” 

“Of course not,” Yuki purrs, making Choso blush. “Not above you, Chosi, but a cowboy hat would do you so well!”

Even you will admit that the “wanted dead or alive” posters don’t do them justice: they are fine as all hell, straight out of a woman’s wet dreams. But they are also outlaws. And you despise outlaws…for personal reasons. 

The duo begins to look around the silent saloon, Gojo’s head slowly turning despite his blindfold. When his head turns toward you, you feel as if the air has been stolen from your very lungs. Despite the fabric covering his eyes, you feel as if he sees you. All of you. 

Gojo nudges Geto with his elbow before waltzing over to the bar, his boots thudding across the hardwood floor. Geto follows, ignoring the whispers and stares in their wake. The piano has begun to pick up again, but it does nothing to ease the tension swimming in the air. Quickly, you turn to face your drink while the girls scatter to work, leaving you to fend for yourself. 

Geto sits on the stool beside you while Gojo takes the one beside him. You feel the air around you become stiff and tense as the cowboys settle into their seats. “So what’s a cowboy gotta do to get a drink round here?” Gojo asks with a smirk. “Can ya help a guy out, miss?”

He gives Shoko a flirty look, not knowing that this girl is gay as hell. “I could damn sure try,” she replies, barely giving him a smile. “What will you fellas have?” 

“I’ll take a Long Island iced tea,” Gojo says then laughs. “Just kiddin’! A beer, please.”

Geto takes a moment to examine the shelves of alcohol behind Shoko. He then looks at your pretty drink. “I’ll take what the lady is havin’,” he answers. “Actually, what is that you got there, miss?” 

His dark, enchanting eyes meet yours and you ignore the butterflies they invoke inside of you. “Whiskey smash,” you blandly reply.

He hums thoughtfully at the name. “Hm…is it good?” You tick your eyes at him briefly, secretly admiring his features. “If you like your whiskey with some sweetness to it, sure.”

A slow smirk appears on his face. “Oh, I definitely do,” he drawls. “I like sweetness with my everything.” 

You swallow hard, so sure you have a cherry pit in your throat. Gojo chuckles from beside his partner, flashing you a white-toothed smile. “Oooh, me too. I’ll third that order, ma’am!” Shoko nods and shoots you a look before wandering off to fix the drinks. 

You do your best to keep calm and act normal, sipping your drink and trying to relax. At some point, the silence becomes thicker, prompting one of the gunslingers to speak on it. “Welcomin’ place,” Gojo sniggers. “I feel so at home.”

Geto quietly chuckles from between you and Gojo. “Let’s just settle, Satoru. We won’t be here long.” 

‘Settle what?’ you wonder, but you know that they are here for Kento. Shoko comes back with the frothy, red drinks, lowering them in front of the gunslingers. 

“Thank you kindly,” Gojo chirps before taking a sip. Geto nods his thanks but doesn’t drink his right away. Instead, he goes into his pocket and retrieves a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it and slides it across the bar to Shoko. “I don’t suppose you know who this guy is,” he says. 

You peek down at the paper, finding it to be a “Wanted” poster with your BF and boss looking back at you. Kenzo aka “Valentine” looks much different than when you met him. On the poster, he is clean and shaven, has longer, shaggier hair, and has a distinguished scar on his left eye.

But of course, this is the gunslinger who robbed people blind and just pulled a train heist and massacre in the town of Cherrywood a year before with his crew, Geto, and Gojo. The man who takes his place now is Kenzo, a humble saloon owner who sometimes dabbles in illegal activity to fund his saloon.  

Valentine, a criminal on the lamb and your outlaw boyfriend, is known for using his looks, charm, and violence to get what he wants. He is a man who loves money, women, and jewels. As a notorious criminal and outlaw, he has bounced from place to place, county to county, robbing folks and then laying low before starting again. 

He was arrested for robbing the Cherrywood regional train and having his crew massacre all of its employees and riders before you met him. Originally, he was given a fifty-year sentence but escaped after serving five weeks just by seducing a male prison guard and then knocking him out to steal the cell keys. 

You were hot on his trails when he showed up Blackwater a year later and met you in a whorehouse that you purposely took a job in since he frequented those. He took one look at you and immediately fell in love with you (and your body), proposing you a job at his saloon. “You could be mine,” he told you. “My girl.” You agreed and the rest is history. 

“I’ve heard of him, yes,” Shoko replies as she cleans a glass. 

“Is it possible you’ve seen him around?” Geto ponders aloud. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but he escaped Cherrywood a year ago after robbin’ a train and massacrin’ everyone in it. He’s wanted in about nine different counties.”

Shoko takes another brief look at the poster before someone flags her down from down at the bar. Saved by the bell. “I can’t say I have seen him, fellas,” she apologetically says. “‘Scuse me.” 

She hurries off, leaving you with the two cowboys. “How about you, ma’am?” Geto asks, passing the poster to you. “You recognize this face by any chance?” You look down, studying Valentine’s face.

You have, but first, you need to read these guys. “I’ve seen him in the posters, but not in person. May I ask why you two are here?” 

You keep it casual and curious, making sure you don’t sound too suspicious. “We were paid by a private source to track down Valentine for his crimes,” Geto vaguely explains. 

“And for personal business,” Gojo adds with a smirk. “You see, we were in, uh…business with Valentine some time ago and never got our cut.”

He doesn’t need to go any more into detail than that. You know exactly what he’s talking about. “We don’t like bein’ played with,” he says, his voice dipping an octave, sending a chill down your spine. “Or when someone’s money is funny, so we came here to exchange words with him.” 

‘Words or bullet?’ you want to ask, but you instead bite your tongue and sip your drink. 

“We’ve been told he was last seen in this town,” Geto explains. “We figured everyone comes to saloons so why not check here?” He slides the poster away from you, a kind yet flirty smile crossing his beautiful face. “But even if he isn’t, we can still enjoy a drink with a pretty lady.” 

You roll your eyes, having heard that line before. “Does that line work with all the girls?” you scoff. Gojo coughs up his whiskey as he laughs, but Geto doesn’t take it to heart. In fact, he chuckles.  “I see not with you,” he replies. 

“I like that,” Gojo states once he’s recovered, his blindfolded eyes set dead on you. “You’ve gotta be the first person who isn’t scared of us or tryin’ to jump in bed with us.”

You passively shrug, twirling your tongue around the rim of the glass. “I’ve been around gunslingers in my time.” 

At this, the duo share a look unbeknownst to you, quite interested in the pretty thing sitting with them at the bar. “Oh, really?” Gojo drawls and you realize your mistake. “Any of these encounters you’d care to share, little lady? I’m quite interested.”

Geto nods, his gaze like molten fire. “I am too.” 

You suddenly feel your mouth grow dry and your cheeks become hot. Your body reacts in a way it never has with any man you’ve been with, not even your first love! The way they continue to stare at you, giving you their undivided and unwanted attention, is even worse.

What is wrong with you?

Luckily, your boss comes to the rescue, barreling up to the bar like he wasn’t watching the duo from afar and shaking in his boots. 

“Oh, gentlemen!” he shouts, giving them both a hard, eager handshake. “Welcome, welcome! Can I offer you two another drink or a dance free of charge?”

Gojo ignores him like he isn’t even talking, leaving Geto to handle this. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he says, plastering on a kind smile. “We’re here for some information about him.” 

He passes Kenzo the poster and you watch in real time as the color in your boyfriend’s face drains. “Have you seen this guy anywhere?” Geto asks, squinting at him.

Gojo peers at him from under his hat, his stare intense even with the blindfold covering his eyes. Kenzo clears his throat and leans in to whisper to Geto. You pretend to ignore them though you secretly strain to hear. “Let’s talk in private,” he whispers. “Even the walls have ears, I’m afraid.” 

Geto nods and nudges to Gojo who sighs and downs the rest of his drink. To your shock, Geto puts a hand out to you for a shake. Though hesitantly, you take his hand and feel the room grow hotter than a sauna when he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “It was a pleasure meetin’ you, ma’am,” he softly says. “Hopefully, we’ll cross paths again.” 

His eyes gleam as he tips his hat at you, leaving Gojo to follow Kenzo upstairs. Gojo doesn’t follow right away, instead digging into his pocket for some coins and placing them on the bar in front of you. “For your drinks and yours,” he says with a crooked smile. “Have a good night, little miss.” 

Then, just like Geto, he leaves as if he didn’t just steal the air you breathe with it. It takes a moment to get your head back, but once you do, you down the rest of your drink and get up from your seat. Shoko catches your eye and gives you a look, her eyes telling you a message: 

“Don’t get caught,” she warns you. “And don’t get killed.” 

You nod, blowing her a kiss, before following your boss and the duo upstairs.

#black fanfic writer #smutty smut #my works #black coded reader #my fic shit #black writers #jjk smut #cowboy gojo #cowboy geto #satosugu #satoru gojo x black!reader #suguru geto x black!reader #cowboy!au #cowboy!geto #cowboy!gojo #poly smut #poly love

[bladiegfs]

from the start...

➵ a pining reader (ft. blade)

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 856

➵ it wasn't easy having a crush on someone everybody labels as 'jaded', 'cold', 'frigid', 'chronically-has-a-stick-up-his-ass' and... well, you get the idea. especially not when you're supposed to be his designated partner for this mission and the silence nearly kills you.

God. Dear god, it was not easy being in this position.

What position, you ask? Well, sitting in awkward silence beside your co-worker and long-time crush, Blade. And not just any awkward silence— it was awkward silence just between the two of you as you board a ship. The vessel was empty save for the two of you as you traverse the wide skies.

And despite this privacy… despite you having looked forward to this, the excitement amounted to nothing. You were excited at the thought of being on a mission with Blade and Blade alone; you nearly pumped your fist at the thought of having your crush all to yourself for a few days.

But after having stepped into the vessel and sitting down on the comfortable cushion, what greeted you two were only silence.

“Good morning,” You recall greeting him earlier as you two step into the ship.

And Blade’s response? A mere “Mhm.”

‘Mhm.’ What the hell were you supposed to do with that?!

Still thinking of how to recover from that response, your eyes trace over his features, trying to be as discreet as possible— you knew he had sharp sight, and he’d definitely notice you gawking at him if you let your gaze linger for a beat longer.

Avoiding staring for too long, you take in his appearance through glances. 

His eyes are thankfully glued to the screen of his phone. Reading something, maybe? Ah, it didn’t matter. All you could think about was how he smelled like fresh laundry, how his long, dark hair shone, and how the way the sun hits him only made him all the more tantalizing.

Yes, that’s the word. Tantalizing. So close, yet so far. Sitting beside you, but he might as well be oceans away. Not only that, but he acknowledges you approximately once a week ever since you started working here— but that’s better than the treatment everyone else gets, you think. He gives you a polite nod in acknowledgement every time, probably remembering you as the lady who once organized a whole archive of tangled wires within the headquarters; a mess courtesy of Silver Wolf’s headache-inducing mini versions being complete menaces and unleashing hell within the room.

You inwardly groan. What a bland, boring, and terrible first impression. Couldn’t you have picked something cooler to do when he first casts his gaze on you? You damn nearly melted when his eyes shifted towards you that day, all while a mess of wires was around you.

Ah, his gaze… there was something about it, you thought as you look at the soft curve of his eyelashes. You’ve heard of him before you’ve even seen him. Affectionately nicknamed ‘Bladie’ by Kafka, Xianzhou swordsman, all that. You figured: he’d definitely be someone terrifying. Maybe even akin to a hideous beast. Oh, how much easier your life would be if that was the case. Instead, when you meet his eyes, your knees weakened. What a damn cliche. You thought things like that only happened in movies; the cold and emotionally constipated Gary Stu love interest sparkles the fuck out of the female lead, and romance follows.

Now, you see, the thing here is that you were not one of those female leads. And… well, whether or not Blade is a Gary Stu love interest is something that will remain a mystery forever, it seems. You’ve been sparkled into oblivion without even being the female lead. A side of you jeers, how pathetic.

“Shut up,” You grumbled, the words accidentally being spoken aloud.

“About time you spoke,” Blade says, his deep voice nearly making you jolt. He doesn’t even look up from his phone as he continues, “You’ve been looking at me for a while now.”

“Ah,” You sheepishly reply, trying to think of an explanation. Oh, sorry for spacing out into your face, Sir Blade, it was just too pretty for me to not look at! By the way, did you know I’ve had a crush on you for a while now? Ha-ha!

You wanted to smack yourself. Pulling yourself together, you say, “I was… just thinking.”

“Thinking.” He repeats.

‘Do not make this any more difficult for me or my heart will literally leap out my chest,’ you wanted to say. Instead, you opt for, “Yes, thinking about… the mission.”

“The mission.” He repeats once more, his expression changing into one of slight— just the slightest bit of— amusement.

Am I talking to an echo? You think. Instantly, the corner of Blade’s mouth tugs up into a half-smile—

“No, you’re not,” Blade says.

You blink. “What?”

“You asked if you were talking to an echo. You’re not.”

Heat travels up your face. “Sorry.”

Blade’s expression changes into that of… something unreadable along with amusement. He asks in what seems to be mock concern, “What were you thinking of?”

Still yet to recover from his reaction, you try to find the words in your head.

What a pain, you thought as you finally realize what that expression on his face is— the face of someone teasing.

What a pain, indeed. But this is progress, isn’t it?

#maddie's corner! #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x reader #blade hsr x reader #! ballad #Spotify

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Dewdrop x GNreader.

Everyone knew that Dewdrop was a dangerous and impulsive creature that set things alight with every step he took. But you saved him. 

There's a specific kind of trust that comes along with the games Dewdrop likes to play with you. He's an impulsive creature, anybody with a set of eyes would be able to tell that much. Maybe that's why he always came back to you. 

Hundreds of years he has spent on this earth, always finding the next thing to do. Something to quell that heat that builds in his chest when he dwells on something for too long. He gets antsy. He gets shitty. It scored him his reputation. Which only added to the fire that grows in his being if he was to sit on something for a moment too long. It's something his fellow ghouls have spent what’s felt like eons trying to break. But it embedded itself into Dew's life before he even realised it. Sinking its filthy claws into the back of his brain, only to linger and fester into a side of Dewdrop that he struggles to control. The bigger the band got, the deeper those claws sunk. All too quickly he found himself unable to extinguish his urges, the impulsive thoughts that struck his mind were spewing out through his actions before he was able to process them. It was damaging. All too quickly that's just what people expected of him. Fans, Siblings of Sin…. even his own band mates had accepted the fact that that was just who Dewdrop was. Which inevitably, cemented the reality that he wasn't able to change. There was a very small part of him that longed to rid himself of this outrageous person he'd morphed into. 

Once upon a time he existed without the fire. He remembers it, as if it were some vague dream that he'd had many years ago. Bits and pieces returning to the front of his mind just to taunt him. It's quiet. It's slow. There's no heat. He just exists. He often found himself chasing that silence. It would disappear quicker than what it had appeared. Leaving him with a hole in his lungs while trying to breathe himself back to reality. 

He got lonely. Sure he was surrounded by people. But those people expected to see a side of him he was sick of showing. He craved just one. One moment. One small shred of quiet. He often considered throwing his whole life away just to feel it again. To hold onto it. No more running. No more chasing. No more searching, yearning, longing, reaching for something he just can't grasp. It was devastating. 

But you. 

You. 

You terrified him. Still do sometimes, but not in the way one would assume. He didn't want to run. He didn't want to hide. He actually welcomed you, with wide open arms. That, was what terrified him. The idea alone that he was so drawn to you; a singular human being. Something so breakable, so easy to ruin… yet you ruined him with a simple smile. He wanted you. Not just to mess around with, he'd spent a lifetime messing around. He wanted to win you over, he wanted to impress you, he wanted you to want him just as much. He took his time with you. And he would have spent the rest of forever, and even beyond that, taking his time with you. But you rewarded his efforts, you let him in, and you introduced him to the very thing he’d been trying to find for so long. 

The only way he can describe it, is as if he had been drowning and you pulled him out of the deep end and breathed life back into him. Or if he had been pushed off a building, and you caught him before he hit the ground. Dew feels like he won't ever be able to find the right words to tell you that you saved him, but what he doesn't realise is that they are literally right there. You saved him. And he will forever be in your debt, but you don't let him dwell on it for too long. 

Although you managed to put out one fire in Dewdrop's life, you always find a way to light another. Except this fire is vastly different, in fact Dewdrop likes this one.

It's in the way you look at him. He swears he sees a pyre in your eyes, lit up with pure adoration and love for him as if you’d been sent up from hell by the devil himself. It's in the way you proudly show him off to anyone who is close enough to see. It's in that cheeky smile of yours that brings him to his knees whenever he is lucky enough to catch sight of it. 

But fuck… if its anything, its in the way you hand yourself over to him with such confidence. Your shared bed is a sacred space that he shares with nobody but you. He refuses to let anybody or anything corrupt the energy the two of you conjure while you're in it. The sounds he can rip from you, the way your body molds into his, the unbroken bond the two of you have created between each other in this very room alone is beyond anything he has ever experienced. He is very protective of his relationship with you, and the trust you have in him when you let yourself go beneath him. You let him ravish you. You let him devour you. You let him pluck every miniscule thought right out of your mind with each kiss he plants on your heated skin, with each caress of his hands on your beautiful body, with every little praise that falls from his lips. 

During these moments, when the world outside of your locked bedroom door doesn't exist to either of you anymore, the truth is that you showed him that he was deserving of change. The change that everyone around him convinced him he was not capable of. The change that he had been chasing, he found it in you. The way you breathe his name, the way you carry his scent, just in the way you love him is everything he has ever needed. You put out the dangerous fire that was Dewdrop, you ripped the claws of self doubt and rage right out of his head and you filled the gaps in his lungs with everything you had to offer.

You saved him. 

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop #nameless ghouls x reader #dewdrop x reader #marys musings

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Sonic AU Idea

Y’all remember the Metal Virus in IDW? Of course you do what am I talking about

Well lots of people were all “oh imagine the angst if sonic got fully corrupted!”

Has anyone considered the idea of a Zombot Sonic… not attacking innocents? And I don’t mean in the “oh but there’s still good in him 🥺” way. He’ll still attack anyone in his way, but imagine that unlike other Zombots, Sonic isn’t aiming for infection of just anyone.

No, imagine a Zombot Sonic whose biggest target is Dr. Eggman himself.

Let’s say this happens during Sunset City’s invasion. Sonic becomes completely corrupted much to his friends’ horror and yet- instead of attacking the survivors, he runs off. (Unlike Shadow, Sonic’s speed isn’t enabled by his shoes. His speed is a physical aspect, and it’s established than any physics capabilities of victims are carried over to Zombot form.)

I like to imagine this takes place when Shadow arrives. The change here is that Sonic picks up that Shadow isn’t taking his warnings seriously and—instead of running like intended—spins around to try and impress upon him the severity. Sonic argues, exhaustion and frustration clouding his mind. But Shadow still won’t listen.

Shadow turned back to the imminent threat, ignoring the garbled frustrations of his rival.

He heard Sonic growl, his voice talking on an electric warble. “Why won’t you just listen to m-“

Silence. Then, a gasp and screams from the survivors. Shadow glanced over his shoulder… and his eyes widened in surprise.

“He’s one of them!”

“He failed! Sonic’s failed!”

“I-If Sonic couldn’t fight ‘em, what hope do we have?”

“Who’s gonna save us!”

“We’re all gonna die!”

“Everyone! Please calm down and get inside the truck!” Rouge yelled from somewhere within.

But Shadow could only stare. Sonic had become a Zombot and gazed at the other hedgehog with a coldness he’d never seen grace the hero’s face.

The situation just got much, much worse.

Shadow readied his battle stance.

Yet- Yet Sonic didn’t move. Not at first. He snarled but, instead of leaping at Shadow, he turned his head toward the west… and took off.

Shadow continues fighting, this time being far more cautious, and helps the transport truck escape. Shadow is then the one tasked with stopping Sonic, as the only one who can match his speed. (Since Sonic is high level threat, it’s doesn’t take much to convince). Using Sonic’s communicator, they’re able to track his coordinates, but there’s no rhyme or reason to his path… at first.

“Its almost like he’s… searching for something.” Tails pondered.

Shadow gets there and Eggman tries placing the agent between himself and Sonic. Sonic charges at Shadow… but then completely runs around him and at the doctor. Shadow tried fighting, but quickly realizes that Sonic’s ignoring him in favor of trying to infect Eggman.

See, Sonic has been fighting Eggman practically his whole life—it’s second nature at this point—and, let’s be honest, Sonic was wracking up quite the anger directed at the doctor. Because this is fanfiction, let’s say that this instinct somewhat influences Zombot Sonic.

Zombot Sonic is the biggest threat at this point. Not just because of his physical prowess, but also because his version of the virus is so mutated, it infects at a higher rate than its sister-mutation. The one solace that Sonic’s friends have?

That Zombot Sonic’s sole target is Eggman.

On one hand, no one would feel any pity for Eggman to fall at the hands of his own virus. On the other hand… If Eggman’s infected, who would Zombot Sonic target next?

So it kinda becomes into this weird thing of both keeping Eggman uninfected while also using him as bait.

I think the idea of Zombot Sonic being able to track down Eggman could be potentially terrifying. Constantly on the move. Nothing stopping him. No matter where Eggman runs, no matter where Eggman hides; Zombot Sonic can and will find him.

Zombie Terminator Sonic.

#idw sonic #sonic idw #Metal virus #sonic metal virus #zombot #zombot sonic #idw shadow #sonic idw au #sonic au #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth au #sth idea #baguette thoughts

[monatice]

All Or Nothing - Kwon Soonyoung

Summary: Soonyoung and you have been in a relationship for six years. Yet, he never proposed to you which left you with a few questions. Everyone around you got married and engaged, and their relationships weren’t as long as yours. You talked with Seungkwan about it to lift your mood. Who would have thought that Seungkwan wasn’t the only one hearing it? 

Soonyoung and have been a couple for six years. It was an extremely long time for young people like you. It also brought up a few questions that you have been wondering about for a while.

After your friends got engaged and married after a short time in a relationship you had no idea why you were not. After all, you and Soonyoung had the longest relationship within your friend group. It gave you a lot of questions such as if he didn’t see you this way, or if he had never planned of marrying you. It was painful to have these thoughts, but you couldn’t stop them. 

When you were invited to a bowling night with Joshua, Jeonghan, Seokmin, Seungkwan and then Soonyoung and you, you decided to get Seungkwan for a short moment and talk with him about it. He was your best friend, and he always knew how to make you feel better. 

As you greeted everyone you started playing. You sat next to Seungkwan and watched the members play whenever you didn’t. Seungkwan knew that something was bothering you because when Soonyoung was having his turn, he turned to you and whispered, “What’s wrong?” he looked at you. 

“I can’t hide anything from you huh.” you smiled as he shook his head. “I am just wondering if Soonyoung and my relationship has a future.” 

Seungkwan sat straight up and looked at you. Before he continued talking, he looked at Soonyoung if he was still out of earshot. 

“What do you mean?” he was shocked, to say the least. 

“I have been together with him for six years, why hasn’t he proposed yet?” you wondered, looking at your best friend who let out a breath. 

“I am sure he will one day.” Seungkwan leaned back and smiled at Soonyoung who sat next to you. “Seriously, it’s not about time, but the perfect situation. Perfectionism is a big aspect here.” Seungkwan said, trying not to mention a pronoun. 

“Maybe you are right. Guess patience is also a big aspect huh?” you stood up as it was your turn, seeing Seungkwan nod and then he met Jeonghan’s eyes who seemed to have heard it. 

Seungkwan mouthed ‘You heard that?’ and Jeonghan nodded and pointed to Joshua signalising he heard it too. Seungkwan then wondered if Soonyoung heard it as well, but if he did, he made no impression that he did. 

The evening continued until late into the night. Everyone left the bowling alley and said their goodbyes outside. Soonyoung and you walked towards your apartment because he was insisting on bringing you home before he headed to the Seventeen dorm. As you were walking down the street, holding hands in silence, Soonyoung broke the silence first.

“You know that I live my life after the motto ‘all or nothing right?” he looked over to you and met your confused gaze. 

“I heard you, and Seungkwan. I am terrified that you think we have no future.” he stopped walking and took your other hand in his. “I am all in. I mean everything with you. I see you as my wife, the mother of my children. I want to find the perfect home for us.” Soonyoung looked down at your hands. “I am just so terrified that the proposal I plan won’t be the way you want it. I know that women always have this typical perfect proposal, and I just don’t want you to be disappointed. But hearing you think we have no future, made me realise that it doesn’t matter how I propose just that I do.” Soonyoung looked into your eyes.

“I really thought about proposing to you for over three years,” he admitted.

“I even carry the ring with me all the time, wondering if I could do it today, or the day after that. But in the end, I went home without asking.” Soonyoung released one of your hands and grabbed it into his pocket.

“(Y/F/N)” he went down on one knee. “I know this is the least romantic moment, but I love you and I don’t want you to think that I don’t. You’re the love of my life and I love you more than anything.” he opened the velvet box, revealing a beautiful ring that you couldn’t have imagined any better.

“Will you do me the honour, and marry me?” he looked up at you, and you sobbed and nodded.

A small ‘yes’ you were able to say before Soonyoung put the ring on your finger, and got up to kiss you before hugging you. “I am sorry I was a coward before.” he apologised while holding you. 

You leaned back, still having your arms around him, looking into his eyes. “I am sorry for doubting you. It was just that I saw everyone get engaged and married, while I had the longest relationship and nothing happened,” you admitted.

He kissed your cheek. “It’s okay. It’s a valid worry after that long time. But just know that you are the one for me. No one else. I want you to have my name, I want you to be by my side until I die, and even after that if there was a life after death.” Soonyoung admitted.

“I love you, Soonyoung.” you stroked his cheek as well.

“And I love you.” Soonyoung kissed your forehead. “And now message Seungkwan or he might hit me tomorrow on the set of Going Seventeen.” Soonyoung put his arm around you to continue walking. 

You laughed and took out your phone and opened the group chat instead of only Seungkwan’s, knowing that they all die to know now. 

“He proposed, and I said yes.” you messaged. 

Soonyoung looked at you. “Did you message that into the group chat.” he smiled.

“Yes, I figured Jeonghan already told Seokmin on the bowling night. And Seokmin told it Mingyu. And so on,” you explained.

Soonyoung nodded. “Fair enough.” 

Messages came in, and you started to smile. “They are all happy.” 

Soonyoung looked at your phone and smiled at the messages. 

 Mingyu: Finally, I thought he never does it. 

Seokmin: At least now he wasn’t a coward.

Jihoon: Thank god. We don’t have to listen to his ramblings anymore.

 “I didn’t talk about it that much.” Soonyoung defended himself, but you saw a blush on his cheeks which made you laugh. 

 Seungkwan: See, I told you. He is head over heels. 

Chan: Oh, that he is. 

Joshua: Well, now we will hear about the wedding, guys, don’t be too relieved.

Jeonghan: Oh god, Shua is right. Now that he proposed, we will have the wedding talk to listen to.

Jihoon: I was so happy too early. 

 You laughed, and Soonyoung took out his phone, laughing himself. 

 Soonyoung: I love you too, guys.

 Now only hearts came in, and you put your phone away. “You really are like a family. Teasing, banters, it’s all there.” you smiled.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way. And as you can see, you’re part of this family.” Soonyoung kissed your hand. 

“I know that now. I won’t doubt it again." you grinned and couldn’t stop. 

“Do you mind if I stay the night?” Soonyoung asked.

“Not at all. I think I still have some clothes for you to sleep in.” you grinned, taking out your key. 

“Good. I will prepare for the comments from the guys tomorrow.” 

“Need more time, huh?” you chuckled as you entered your apartment. 

“Yes, and I rather spend time with my fiancée tonight.” Soonyoung grinned.

“Mmh, I like the sound of it.” you cupped his face.

“Don’t get used to it. I won’t wait with the wedding this long.” he leaned in and connected the lips with yours. And you knew, now everything will be good. 

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[sincerely-sofie]

Everyone playing uno. Who does what.

(If you're feeling spicy, do the "No Mercy" version)

Twig is eagerly explaining the rules of this human card game to her friends and struggling to get them to understand that humans have multiple languages and Uno is not an English word. She has a hard time trying to remember the No Mercy rules, but does her best to write them down after Kip and Grovyle show a lot of interest in the game.

Kip is conspiring with Celebi to take out everyone around them. He gets super competitive and plays in almost complete silence, laser focused on winning.

Celebi isn't in it to win— she's just here to create as much chaos and eliminate as many players as possible. She might be cheating a bit by peeking ahead in the timeline to see what cards people are going to play next, but no one knows for sure… and yet everyone is suspicious of her impeccable skill in the game.

Ark has never played a card game before and is struggling to hold his cards. He drops them all frequently, and everyone is terrified of his increasing collection of action cards and wild cards that he never uses because he doesn't get what they do and is too reluctant to ask.

Dusknoir plays shockingly well despite his claim that he has no idea what he's doing. The card games he's played with the sableye has prepared him for anything and everything.

Grovyle is extremely competitive (what a surprise) and yet somehow manages to gain fifty cards on the second turn— double the amount that puts you out of the game. He's very upset by this, and stays at the table to analyze how to play better. In the next game, he gets fifty-one cards on the first turn, and everyone is impressed.

All in all, this game is going down in the history books, and Twig is going to regret introducing her friends to it.

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[mitsuyaya]

[ a peculiar genius ] bachira meguru

contains: 800+ words. fluff, knight bachira, maid reader, reader is referred to as ‘my lady’, unedited (will edit tom hopefully 🤞)

summary: Out of all the nobles, knights and sorcerers you've ever encountered or heard of, your master's friend is by far the most peculiar yet.

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For the past three years you've been serving the Marquess Isagi household as a servant, there are a lot of things you've learned about the nobilities, especially the knights that served the entire empire, but one particular knight had left quite an impression on you. A knight with hair as black as a raven, with shining gold underneath — Sir Bachira Meguru.

You've seen him every morning training with your master, how he would lift his sword effortlessly as if it doesn't weigh a ton, as if it's something a normal being can wield. And how his nimble feet change into one stance after the other that it makes him look like he's dancing the waltz.

No matter how long, how many minutes they have been sparring, their sweat clinging into their white sleeves, the smile on his face never wavers, intact, gradually widening the more he corners the marquess, the more he clashes his sword against him.

Sir Bachira’s countenance reminds you of those magical beasts in your hometown. So little, charming, innocent yet when they are faced by heartless hunters and predators that are larger than them, they would bare their fangs, unleashing their much terrifying side — it suits him quite well.

And even with his age, he had already achieved a lot of accolades, recognitions that gained him an utmost respect; winning numerous jousting tournaments, catching and detaining the empire's wanted bandits and becoming one of the trusted knights of the crown prince — a genius some might even say.

You believed them at first, the narrative that detailed how astounding Sir Bachira is, but as his visits gradually increase, having seen and conversed with him for the past three years — the more you doubt whether he really is the genius everyone had described him to be.

Because the Sir Bachira you know — “uhm my lady, if it isn't a trouble can you possibly show me where your master's drawing room is again?” — is the complete opposite of that.

As politely as you could, grasping tightly the remaining thread of patience you have left, you smiled and nod curtly.

Marquess Isagi’s manor is of the humble side, compared to his acquaintance and the other nobilities, it only has two floors, few rooms, and the maids and guards aren't that big in number. And yet, Sir Bachira would always get lost, despite visiting this place regularly.

“Follow me, sir” holding back the desire to roll your eyes, you turn around, walking a bit faster, making your way into where your master awaits him.

“You wounded me my lady, I told you to call me by my name, we see each other almost everyday! No need for formalities.” Bachira walks faster, catching up to you, walking side by side. You didn't even have to look at his face to know that he's smiling, a strange one indeed.

“Even so, you're still someone with a higher position than I am, it's only fitting if I call you by your title.” He lets out a childish huff “and please refrain from calling me ‘my lady.’ I am a mere servant not a noblewoman.” Bachira groans, frustrated “you’re such a stickler for the rules, loosen up.”

Your head pounds in irritation. Why did it have to be you who always gets to open the door and be the receiver of his annoying antics?

Just as you thought that you'll be reaching the drawing room in a comfortable silence, he spoke once again, much to your dismay, “you look beautiful today though, have you used a new brand of powder?” you didn't answer, brows twitching, he snaps his fingers, grinning “aha, I am right aren't I?”

“I don't use powder, sir” he freezes, “then are you wearing a new uniform?”

“It’s the same as I always wear” silence, an awkward one for him and a very welcomed company for you. The refreshing silence draws on for a long time, as he was about to break the silence once again, the doors to the drawing room welcomes you both.

“We are here” you knocked the door once, hearing the marquess say ‘you may enter’, you opened the door and showed him inside.

“I will be downstairs to make you two some tea, please call another maid in, if you need anything my lord… and sir bachira.” you say those last few words with a hint of displeasure, hoping that none of them noticed, you bow and leave the room after.

The door closes, an inexplicable atmosphere encompasses the room, Isagi stares, then glances to his friend “What did you do? you made her angry again”

“I didn't do anything!” Bachira’s eyes remained from that spot where you were moments ago.

Isagi sighs, rubbing his temples, already feeling a headache forming “Just how much longer will you pretend to get lost just so you could talk to her?”

“Youichii!!!!”

#[ੈ✩‧₊˚]. constellations #bachira meguru x reader #bachira meguru imagines #bachira meguru fluff #bachira x reader #bachira imagines #bachira fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #bllk fluff #🌠. que mie

[peachymilkandcream]

Someone To Love|Part 4|Reiner x Jealous Reader

(A/N: Reiner getting the consequences of his actions, it's what we love to see. Also I know these chapters are shorter but I can justify it by posting every week. So I hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied nsfw, depression, attempted suicide, violence, general angst, slowburn, lowkey love triangle with a happy ending, not a warning but Reiner calls you nicknames instead of y/n (because I personally can't stand it)

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Radio silence is all she got from her friend. Since their little spat Reiner had kept silent this whole time, never budging in his resolve to not speak to her unless she apologized for accusing his guest of treachery.

She could have just eaten some crow and admitted it was out of line but her pride wouldn't allow it. She'd always been one to stick to what she believed and never let anyone tell her otherwise. Besides, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was right in this instance. There was something off about this Evelyn. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on, it was as if everyone was being played for fools and this woman was smirking behind her back. Reiner was wrong, it wasn't prejudice, she didn't dislike her because of her origin or her relationship with Reiner, it was because she didn't trust an Island Devil. There had to be another angle.

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What she never could have imagined is that her hunch was right.

Chaos and destruction filled the streets, fires raging where buildings were being destroyed on an impressive scale. Screams and cries for help filled the ears of those lucky enough to make it out alive.

For a month she had believed that Evelyn was up to no good, and for a month nothing happened. If anything it seemed like everyone she had known from childhood believed that she was the best thing since sliced bread, a perfect match for their dear comrade. All the while that feeling of unease grew more and more present.

So when the Titan burst from the ground and swallowed the head of the prominent Tybur family, she knew it was because of that witch's doing. How else would they have known where to attack and whom? It didn't matter that she was sitting less than a hundred feet away and clearly looked as terrified as the rest of them were. She had to have been the one to cause all of this, right?

The world shook as she fled, she hadn't caught a glimpse of Reiner in hours, he should have been here. Something was terribly wrong. What if he had already been killed? What if the one she cared about was gone forever from this world?

Hands kept pulling her along, telling her she had to flee or she'd be crushed along with everyone else. The scene froze her in pace, the feeling of her feet hitting the ground like that of a dream. She wasn't aware she was even moving, and yet the destruction seemed to get farther and farther away.

"Reiner...please be alright..." She breathed, hoping that somehow, some way he'd hear her and that his body wasn't crushed beneath all of this rubble. He was their country's shield, he couldn't break that easily.

#someone to love #aot x reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #aot reiner #reiner x you #reiner smut #reiner x oc #reiner x y/n #armoured titan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[blu-joons]

When Your Younger Brother Warns Him To Protect You ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

Wide eyes looked to the door as you and Seonghwa called out to let everyone know that you were heading out for dinner. “What about me?” Your younger brother pouted from on the sofa.

“Do you want to come with us?” Seonghwa asked him straight away, looking to you as your head nodded in agreement.

Straight away, your younger brother rose up from the sofa. “I want to come and make sure that you’re looking after my sister even when you think that no one is watching you.”

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself that I do,” Seonghwa smiled having been put in his place by your younger brother as he picked up his coat.

“Where are we going for food?” He then asked.

Your smile continued to grow as Seonghwa looked to you in panic. “We don’t know where we’re going for food just yet to be honest.”

“Does that mean that I can decide?” Your brother asked, looking between the two of you, “only if that’s alright with you of course, Seonghwa.”

“You’re the one in charge.”

“Yeah, and don’t either of you forget it too.”

Hongjoong:

His eyes grew as you told him what to be careful of as you prepped Hongjoong to meet your family for the first time. “I’m sure that your brother can’t be that bad,” he spoke once you were done.

“My sister’s last boyfriend refused to come into the house unless Y/B/N wasn’t in,” you smugly informed Hongjoong.

His expression dropped even more as the panic began to set in. “Why didn’t you warn me of this earlier than the morning of our first meeting? I’ve got to know how to impress him.

“I’m sure that you’ll impress him, you’re much better than her boyfriend was,” you encouraged, “Y/B/N just likes to be very protective.”

“Isn’t he younger than you though?” He laughed.

Your head nodded in reply to Hongjoong, “that doesn’t stop him from knowing exactly what he wants for all of us siblings though.”

“I wasn’t feeling too bad about this before, but now I’m terrified,” Hongjoong sighed, resting his head into his hands fearfully.

“Just be you and that’s it.”

“Be me? You make it sound so easy.”

Yunho:

You didn’t know what was coming as your younger brother marched through the room and stood directly in front of Yunho. “Are you Yunho?” He asked, refusing to look anywhere else but at Yunho.

“Hi buddy,” Yunho smiled, hoping to bring a smile to the face of your brother, only for his expression to remain stern and tense.

Your younger brother extended his hand out for Yunho to shake. “I’ve got one thing that I want to say to you as you shake my hand, and that’s that I hope you’re caring for her.”

“Of course, I’m caring for your sister,” Yunho promised your brother as he shook his hand, “have you got any tips so that I can look after your sister even better?”

“I can’t share my secrets,” your brother argued.

Yunho’s head nodded as he quickly found his laughter silenced. “They’re top secret,” you whispered to Yunho, nudging against his side.

“I’ll let you keep them to yourself in that case Y/B/N,” Yunho assured him, letting go of your brother’s hand, “I’ve got a few secrets of my own.”

“I bet I know all of them.”

“I’m sure that you probably do too buddy.”

Yeosang:

His eyes narrowed as your younger brother placed a piece of paper into his lap. “This is an invite for you to come out for a meal with me at the weekend so we can get to know each other better.”

“Just you and I?” Yeosang nervously asked him as he read through the invite, unable to see your name written on it.

Your younger brother nodded immediately in reply to Yeosang, “there’re some things that I want to ask you without Y/N around. Things that a brother should find out for their sister.”

“Should I be worried?” Yeosang slightly chuckled, a little fearful of what your brother had up his sleeve, “what sort of things do you want to know?”

“You’ll find out at the weekend,” he smiled.

As your brother walked away, Yeosang looked across to you with wide eyes. “What have I got myself into dating you Y/N?”

“Don’t worry,” you smirked back to him, “Y/B/N’s like this with anyone, he might seem intimidating but he’s harmless really.”

“I really hope you’re right.”

“It seems you’ll find out on the weekend.”

San:

A look of disbelief washed over San as your brother held his hand out to be shook. “This is you promising me that you’re going to protect my big sister, just so you know,” he added.

“This is a bit formal; don’t you think?” San asked, trying to lighten the mood, but your brother didn’t budge at all.

Instead, he lifted his hand again to make sure that San had seen it. “I want to make sure that you’re someone who I can trust around my sister, she’s very important to me San.”

“She’s very important to me too,” San assured him, reaching out to take your brother’s hand and promise to keep his promise that he had made.

“Y/N seems happy with you,” your brother hummed.

Your head nodded as he spoke, “I’ve told you plenty of times already Y/B/N how much I love being with Seonghwa and laughing with him.”

“I want to make sure for myself too,” your brother replied, quickly silencing you too, “can you tell me a joke to see how funny you are?”

“A joke? You mean right now?”

“All funny people can do it on the spot.”

Mingi:

A sigh of relief came from Mingi as the two of you walked back to the car, waving goodbye to your family on the doorstep. “I’m so glad that that’s over,” he breathed as the door closed.

“I told you to be careful, that it would be intense,” you reminded him as you shut your car door too, “was it a lot?”

Mingi nodded in reply to you immediately, “I’ve never had someone give me a half an hour lecture on how to protect someone. Your brother’s only ten, it’s impossible Y/N.”

“He is very protective,” you smirked, something that Mingi had learnt all too well. “He constantly tells me that he only wants the best for me.”

“Do you think that I hit the mark?” He asked you.

Your head nodded back to him, “I think he warmed to you pretty quickly, ask most of my friends, Y/B/N is still funny with them.”

“He definitely knows what he wants for you, even for ten he’s got a close eye on what’s going on around him,” Mingi laughed in disbelief.

“Be glad that he liked you.”

“I’d hate to see him if he didn’t like me.”

Wooyoung:

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he met the eyes of your younger brother, surprised by how serious he was. “Why are you laughing? Protecting my sister isn’t a joke,” he firmly warned Wooyoung.

“I feel like I’m being interrogated by the police, not a nine-year-old kid,” Wooyoung mumbled, looking to you in surprise.

Your brother cleared your throat as soon as Wooyoung looked away from him, “protecting my sister is a big deal, if you do something bad to her then I’ll interrogate you properly.”

“What is going on?” Wooyoung continued to laugh, failing to realise that your brother wasn’t messing around and meant every word.

“Will you protect her?” Your brother asked.

Wooyoung nodded in reply to him, looking to you once again. “Just agree,” you whispered, trying to break the tension in the room.

“I will protect her,” Wooyoung eventually responded, saying it without a single chuckle, however hard it was for him to hold it back.

“I’ve got my eye on you.”

“I’ll do a good job, don’t worry Y/B/N.”

Jongho:

Panicked eyes looked to you as your brother pointed for Jongho to stand up from the sofa, standing side by side to him. “You definitely pass the height test,” your younger brother muttered to himself.

“Is there a test?” Jongho laughed, looking to you in confusion, only for your shoulders to shrug as confused as Jongho was.

Your younger brother nodded straight away in reply to Jongho, “of course, there’s a test. I’ve got to make sure that you’re good enough to date my sister, haven’t I?”

“Absolutely,” Jongho hummed, playing along with your brother. “Is there anything else that you’ve been testing me on that I don’t know you’ve done?”

“You were quite funny earlier,” he remarked.

Jongho nodded proudly as your brother told him his joke that he had listened in on. “He’s not funny really,” you joked as you interjected.

“Your sister finds me hilarious,” Jongho quickly assured, sending you a glare to tell you to be quiet and stop messing up his chances with your brother.

“I think you’re quite funny.”

“Quite funny, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

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[swervenation]

Swerve x Human Liaison Reader PART 2

Continuation of the ‘headcanons’ that turned into just like a full on fanfiction. Suggested by @i-starcreamed: Swerve + a human liaison who starts off as quiet and distant. We’re jumping over to Swerve’s POV now :3

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / ?

Here’s the song for this chapter :3

As strange and guilty as you felt about your staring, Swerve felt the same about … about pretty much everything he'd been doing for you for the past month or so. Despite all the time you spent observing him, you didn't realize he ever gave you much thought. He certainly had, though, before he even met you. When you came on board, he was one of the first to know about it, despite not even seeing you. His fascination with Earth culture was known to every member of the crew (whether they cared to know or not,) so everyone he passed in the hall was sure to tell him you were here. Most followed this news up by advising him not to annoy you too much, or by predicting that he inevitably would. Bombarded by this warning, he became terrified of overwhelming you, so he resolved not to talk to you until the perfect moment presented itself, until he was completely prepared to totally ace a first impression. He was sure that he had only one shot at this.

In order to make sure he wouldn't mess this up like everyone knew he would, he would talk with anybot who worked with you and any of the organics you had hosted in order to figure out how he could impress you. Based on your studious, curious, yet detached nature, he determined which nook would be best for you, and set it all up. He was always sure to have your favorite meal ready in case you made an appearance. He was so excited for the opportunity to talk to somebody about Earth stuff. All the other Cybertronians were sick of listening to him espouse the virtues of such and such underrated sitcom that he could never persuade them to watch. He probably couldn't persuade you either, but the fact that you might understand what he was talking about was good enough for him.

These preparations didn't seem like too much until he met you. When you walked into that bar, you became real. He was suddenly hyper aware of how off putting you would have found all this research, because you were suddenly more than a repository of human knowledge. He froze in place and forgot all his opening lines. You were … a human. A timid, intelligent human looking around his bar (his bar) in amazement,  studying the glimpses of Cybertronian life around you with the same intensity and curiosity he gave Earth life. You were an adorable, squishy little human who was about to be crUSHED BY WHIRL SCRAPSCRAPSCRAP!

He overanalyzed that first encounter just as much as you were. If he hadn't been weird and frozen in place, he wouldn't have had to swipe you out of harm's way at the last moment - he was positive he had somehow hurt you in his rush. And then, of course, he wasn't the smoothest operator when he introduced you to the place. (Seriously? "Hi, I'm y/n!" "I know." I know? I KNOW??) Not to mention, something strange came over him when you shook his servo. The mixture of embarrassment, excitement, and - well, whatever it was that smile made him feel - manifested itself by literally shocking you. He figured that he royally screwed up, like everyone said he would, and didn't expect he'd ever see you again. But you came back the next night. And the next. And over time it became harder and harder for Swerve to quash the hope that you might have been coming back to see him, as he noticed you paying attention to him more and more. Thanks to his opaque visor, though, you didn’t notice that he noticed that you were noticing him, but he was often looking out the corner of his optic up at your “organic suite.”

He really didn't mind your silence. He was perfectly content with this set-up: him, down at the bar, entertaining his regulars with stories and jokes and rumors, now, some tricks that only you seemed to appreciate. You, up there, the perfect audience, hanging on his every word, laughing quietly at his every joke. Every night he felt like he was performing, and he was certainly trying his best to sell it to the cheap seats. As he arrived at a punchline, or approached the climax of a story, his face and gestures may have been oriented towards the patrons, but his optics were on you. Joy lit across your face when you laughed - although you tried to mask it by obscuring your mouth with a hand or datapad. You showed concern when he mentioned something negative happening to him, even when it was part of a joke. Unknowingly, you were always motivating him to be more and more himself.

Recently, though … well, he might be imagining things, but he thought he caught glimpses of some new emotion on your face - one he was hesitant to identify. In the doldrums of conversation, he would hazard a glance at you while he cleaned a glass or fashioned a cocktail. Instead of seeing you absorbed by your datapad or writing, nowadays, he'd find you with your face resting softly against your palm, squishing your cheek adorably. Your face looked - content? There was something of a glimmer to your eye. It was easy for him to get distracted when you were looking at him like that. Having consumed as much human media as he did, he could have made an educated guess … if that look was directed at anyone but himself. Given your lack of - y'know - actual communication? he assumed you, like most, were just interested in him as a source of light-hearted entertainment. He didn't mind that. It seemed only natural to him.

But he knew it was strange that he invested this much energy into impressing someone he exchanged two words with per day. That the high point of his evening was when you walked in, looking always through the crowd straight at him to flash a bashful smile, a little wave of your hand. That night after night, he couldn't let go of the hope that you might stay behind and say something to him.

Daily, the two of you played chicken like this, neither aware of the other's feelings. It would have been painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look, but nobody thought to … until Cyclonus's silent requests for refills had gone unrecognized, and Tailgate's dramatically gestural storytelling ignored. What on this ship could possibly be more important than Tailgate? It only took a few seconds of investigation to find you looking dreamily down at the bar, and your knee jerk reaction to being spotted told Cyclonus all he needed to know about you. As you tiptoed down the spiral staircase after being caught, the seemingly random dejection that hit Swerve like a train told him all he needed to know about the minibot. He weighed his options. Confront Swerve about it, and he would become his confidant for all things human - which, he could tell by the sudden crestfallen expression, was a lot. Say as much as 'hello' to you, and you'd pass out from fear. Ignoring it wasn't an option, as loathe as he was to get involved - as intimidating as he seemed to you, he was far from heartless.

"Have you introduced yourself to the human yet, Tailgate?"

"The - ? Oh, right! I almost forgot about them. I tried, but they seem pretty antisocial. Why?"

"I'm far from an expert on humans, but it seems to me they're just shy."

Tailgate cocked his head. "Have you seen them recently?"

"Yes, they're leaving right now. They come here often."

Tailgate stood on his seat to look around, trying to locate you. "Really? I can't believe Swerve wouldn't mention them."

"Hm. Strange."

"Swerve," Tailgate called to the uncharacteristically quiet bot. "Does that human usually come here?"

Swerve was shocked out of his self-pity. "H - human? I … think so. They sit up there. Sometimes. I think.”

“You wouldn’t stop talking about them when they got here. What happened? Are they not as exciting as you thought they’d be?”

He froze, half panicked that he was finally being questioned about this, half insulted on your behalf. It took him a solid five clicks to come up with his answer. “I - wouldn’t really know. I haven’t really talked to them.”

Here, Tailgate was absolutely perplexed. “Why not?”

“Just … haven’t gotten around to it, I guess.”

“I think I might talk to them tomorrow. I thought they were, like, Ultra Magnus level serious, but maybe Cyclonus is right, they could just be shy."

"They talked to Cyclonus?" Swerve jumped. “What did they say? What are they like?” Swerve and Tailgate looked to Cyclonus for an answer, but he already slipped off.

Cyclonus approached Rung at his booth on the other side of the joint and asked him whether he had been speaking with you.

“I suggested it to Rodimus, but he didn’t think it would be very useful, given the difference between our species.” [would either of them know that we are similar af]

“He may have overestimated that difference.” He briefly explained that you had been observing the rest of the bar as though you were lonely yet unsure of how to interact with the rest of the bargoers. Having satisfied his sense of obligation, he returned to Tailgate and was glad to have the impending drama off his hands.

i’m having too much fun with this. anyways swerve when he knows yn is looking:

#swerve #x reader #mtmte #my stuff #tf x reader #mtmte x reader #lost light x reader #fanfic #swerve x reader #transformers x reader

[possiamo-andare]

Love Is A Dangerous Game: Rafe Cameron (part 2)

Rafe Cameron x Y/N

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word count: 10.9k

part one

warnings: smut, swearing, and lots of fluff

a/n: i am seriously so impressed with myself with this one! i really enjoyed writing it, especially since i was playing taylor swift's evermore while writing it lol. it took awhile and i apologize, i was sick and then i had exams and life just got in the way. anyways, happy reading!

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When you’re nineteen, lying in your bedroom with damp eyes and heavy breaths, all you want is to be loved. You lie awake at night, wondering why love hasn’t found you yet. Y/N was not immune to this and she too would stay awake long after everyone else was asleep, wondering why love hadn’t swung her way. 

Y/N’s mother, along with her other pieces of advice, told her daughter that young love was false hope and anguish. And although she tried to remember that, she still craved to be wanted. Yearned for. Every nineteen-year-old does, especially nineteen-year-old girls. She yearned for her name on someone else’s lips and spoke softly into her ear.  

But she knew the reality. She knew how vast the void was between her want and the truth, and that terrified her down to her bones. Silence can become deafening, haunting thoughts, filled with her fears. The idea that she would never be wanted. That she won’t find someone who will unconditionally love her. That she may never feel reciprocated love.  

Y/N used to sit there, in shades of grey, and pray that one day her thoughts would be proven wrong. She had waited a long time, even after Daniel arrived, and dreamt of endless fantasies of how it could be.  

And then, Rafe Cameron kissed her. She had looked like a mess and she hadn’t brushed her teeth that day but he had kissed her. Devoured her. And then, just then, she realized what it meant to be yearned for. As he held her close, his lips devouring her own, she felt her heart burst.  

So, this is what it feels like to be yearned for. 

Although that was her first inkling of Rafe’s feelings, and their confessions at the college party were the second, tonight was the third. Tonight, was a night she’d remember forever. Just three weeks after their first kiss, Rafe had said something that made everything so much more real.  

“I love you.” 

Two hours earlier, Y/N was getting ready for a party. It was a start-of-summer party, which was something celebrated by all of the teenagers in Outer Banks in celebration of school finally ending. The teenagers in Outer Banks really knew how to throw a party. Specifically, the start-of-summer parties. These parties, usually thrown in the house of the richest Kook, were the most extravagant parties in the town and very exclusive. This meant you had to be invited, and that usually meant no Pogues allowed. Fortunately, Y/N had been invited. She was dating Outer Banks’s richest guy after all. Secretly, of course. She hadn’t found the guts to tell her brother, or anyone, that she had been dating Rafe Cameron for three weeks. 

“Ready to go?” Oliver asked, leaning against the threshold of Y/N’s bedroom door. He had his sneakers on and his keys jingled in his hands. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, spraying some setting mist to set her makeup before looking at her brother. The night had just started and he was already bothering her. “I still can’t believe you’re going.” 

Oliver gave her an incredulous look. “Are you embarrassed of me or something?” 

Y/N smirked. “Uh, yeah. I don’t wanna be associated with you tonight.”  

The real reason she didn’t want Oliver to go was because Rafe was going and she knew she’d be sneaking off early to be with him. They had spent every waking second together since she arrived back in OBX, and she hoped tonight would be no different. 

“Why? Are you trying to impress someone?” Oliver teased, following after Y/N as she exited her room.  

Y/N blushed, hiding her face from her brother. “What? No.” 

Oliver chuckled. “Please, I haven’t seen you get ready for a party since your first homecoming with Daniel. Either you’re excited to see someone tonight, or you’re having a manic episode. Those are the only two instances where you put on this much makeup.” 

Y/N hated how well he knew her. He was right, after all. This had been the first party she would be attending since her night at the frat house with Rafe and she wanted to impress him. Although Rafe had never dated anyone, she knew the girls he slept with were all so pretty. She wasn’t exactly jealous, but she did want him to feel proud to be with her. Rafe never seemed to care if she wore makeup or not, his eyes always seemed glued on her.  

“Not having a manic episode, but I might if you don’t stop bothering me.” Y/N replies, opening the passenger’s side door of Oliver’s car. It was a janky old thing, dust coating every inch of the car. She almost felt embarrassed showing up in this car, but she didn’t want to walk and it was the only one they had. 

Oliver laughed, his keys in the ignition. “Well, whoever he is, I’m sure he’ll love the look.” 

Y/N faked a gag, overselling her annoyance. “Shut up.” 

Oliver dropped it, changing the conversation once his favourite song came on, but Y/N’s mind stayed on Rafe. Her thoughts seemed to be consumed by him, especially since they started dating. She had always thought of him -- of how his lips would feel against her own or how it would feel to hug him -- but now that she knew those answers, it was all she could think about. Even worse, she got the answers to questions she never even thought to ask. She felt the vibration in his chest as he laughed, and she became familiar with how his eyes twinkled whenever she spoke. She found herself looking back on many of their interactions when they were kids and she realized he had always been looking at her like this. What she mistook for annoyance, he was really just showing his adoration. She felt stupid for not seeing all of the signs. For being so blind. But she saw him now, and she liked what she saw. 

When they finally arrived at Rafe’s home, the party was in full swing. There were people diving into his pool and people dancing on his roof. The music was loud; she had heard it as Oliver turned the corner on their street and as they exited his car. It vibrated against her body as they passed the threshold of his home, making their way deeper and deeper into the Cameron household. There were people everywhere. It seemed as though the entirety of OBX was here. Y/N and Oliver squeezed past a hoard of people, dodging sweaty bodies and drunk teens. This party was like a walking hazard; drunk teens and expensive decor everywhere. But no one seemed to care, and Y/N cared a lot less when her eyes landed on Rafe. 

He looked divine. She almost gasped. He had on these tight black jeans, the ones she remembered drooling over only a couple months ago when she thought he hated her. He had paired those dangerous jeans with an equally dangerous white button up. Except, he had unbuttoned a number of buttons at his collar so his chest was on full display. It was a hot night so she figured he had done it less for style and more because he was drunk and hot, but she wasn’t complaining. His chest, sweaty and muscular, was on display and now all she could do was ogle him. 

Finally, her eyes returned to his face and she realized he was approaching her. There was a devious smirk on his lips, telling her he had seen what she was doing and she better prepared for a lot of teasing. Y/N glanced at Oliver, who had seemed oblivious, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to endure his teasing.  

When Rafe finally approached them, he hugged Oliver first. Y/N wasn’t offended. It had been her idea to wait to tell Oliver. She was unsure on how to broach the topic and Rafe, being the supportive boyfriend, had agreed. Y/N had to admit, for someone who never had a girlfriend, he was really good at being a boyfriend. 

“How’s it going, dude?” Oliver yelled, pulling away from his friend. 

Rafe smiled, shrugging. “Not too bad. Did you guys just get here?” His eyes didn’t move to Y/N, not even for a moment, which was more than Y/N could say. Her eyes had never left him. 

Oliver looked to Y/N, nodding slightly. “Literally like two seconds ago.” 

Rafe nodded, glancing at Y/N for a moment. His eyes seemed emotionless, almost as if he could care less if she was here or not. He seemed to be able to control himself more than she could. At least he wasn’t drooling at the sight of her. It only made her a bit self-conscious, considering how much time she had put into her outfit. She was wearing a mini floral white dress, stopping right above her knees with her white sneakers. She had bought this dress just for tonight, something she hadn’t even done for Daniel. She felt a little stupid now, considering how nonchalant Rafe seemed. 

“Hey.” Rafe finally spoke, his eyes on her. He seemed completely emotionless, his face calm. 

“Hi.” Y/N squeaked out, finally looking away and at Oliver. “I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” 

Oliver shrugged. “Rafe and I gotta find our friends anyways. Text me if you need me.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think I’ll be fine.” 

In truth, she wasn’t. Her throat felt dry and even as she left, she couldn’t even look at Rafe. It was all too much; the secrets and hiding her feelings. She knew this would have to end. She would have to tell Oliver soon, but she was nervous. She felt like she knew Oliver like the back of her hand, but she had no idea how he’d react to this. She was weighing her own happiness with her brother’s but she already knew which would win. She couldn’t live without Rafe. It was almost unbearable at this point.  

She travelled up the stairs, passing drunk couples making out on the steps and friends giggling to each other. As she entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her, she looked at the messages on her phone. Some of her friends who were also at this party had been texting her and asking her where she was. She texted them back, saying she was in the bathroom and she’d find them soon. She didn’t want to put on a brave face and lie to them again tonight but she hoped it would be the last time. Maybe she will tell Oliver tomorrow. She’d sit him down and just tell him, and hopefully he’d be okay with it. It scared her beyond belief but she wasn’t about to risk her relationship with Rafe just to save her brother’s feelings. She wasn’t the same little girl she had been when she first met Rafe. She was different now and she could decide who she spent her time with. Oliver would just have to come to terms with that.  

Suddenly, as she washed her hands, there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t a loud knock, but a soft one. She almost thought she didn’t hear it since it wasn’t much louder than the water running out the facet. She rolled her eyes slightly, thinking it was just another drunk teen in need of the bathroom. 

“Just one second!” She yelled. Although the music was quieter upstairs, she knew the person on the other side wouldn’t be able to hear her.  

Suddenly, someone hammered their fist against the door, startling Y/N. The person, whoever they were, seemed impatient and in a rush, which only annoyed Y/N more. She responded and had been polite, could they not just wait? Suddenly, they banged on the door again and this time Y/N yanked the door open, ready to tell off whoever it was on the other side. 

With her face burning with anger, she screamed. “Who the fuck -” 

When her eyes met his, her voice halted at the back of her throat. Rafe Cameron stood on the other side of the door. The man she had greeted downstairs seemed to be a completely different person than the one that was standing in front of her now. His chest rose and fell rapidly as if he was out of breath. His eyes were narrowed as if he was on a mission and she was the target. Her eyes glanced down at his chest and when her eyes returned to his, there was a small smirk on his lips. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Rafe breathed, almost exasperated. 

Y/N frowned, confused for a moment. “What?” 

Rafe stepped over the threshold of the door, slamming the door closed. Before Y/N could process any of his movements, his hands grabbed the sides of her face and he pulled her to his lips. Although she loved any kiss Rafe gave her, a small part of her secretly desired these types of kisses the most. Whenever it got heated between the two, he would kiss her like this. He would devour her. He seemed possessed, his heavy breaths signalling to her that he would fall apart at any moment. Although she often took charge when kissing him, these kisses were reserved for him. When he kissed her like this, she let him win. She let him have the power when he kissed her like this.  

Y/N heard the click of the door locking but she could care less, her mind focused on Rafe. She had no idea where this came from but she indulged in it and hoped he’d never stop. She had to almost stifle a moan when he lightly bit onto her bottom lip and carefully tugged on it. She couldn’t help it and she almost instinctively ground her hips onto him. When he kissed her like this, her body reacted before her brain did. 

Rafe pulled away for a moment, his mouth still against her. “What are you doing to me?” 

Y/N smirked, her arms coming to wrap themselves around his neck. “I have no idea what you mean.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes. While one hand rested on her backside, the other came to play at the hem of her dress. “Are you trying to kill me?” 

Y/N shrugged. “Maybe.” 

Rafe chuckled. “Well, I’ll die a happy man.” 

Y/N giggled, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. Her lips remained in the same place, even as she spoke. “I could say the same for you.” 

Rafe pulled away to see her face and he had a smirk on his lips again. “Oh, I could tell. You’re not really good at hiding your emotions, stalker.” 

The nickname no longer hurt her but it continued to make her blush. “Not my fault my boyfriend looks so beautiful.” 

Rafe chuckled, throwing his head back slightly before looking back at Y/N. “You’re kidding me, right? I had to basically stare at Olly because I was scared, he’d see my mouth falling open.” 

Y/N, feeling very bold, stepped back from Rafe and sat her bum on the flat surface right beside the sink. Without thinking, she uncrossed her legs, revealing the white underwear she had worn in hopes that Rafe would see them. “Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, Cameron.” 

Rafe instantly dropped to his knees; his eyes trained on her core. Rafe Cameron had not eaten out many women, mostly because he was a shy lover. He frequently found himself blushing when he was with a girl, his cheeks turning red at the smallest action. Although the same could be said when he was with Y/N, it was also completely different. He felt confident when he was with her. She held his heart in her hands and that turned him on beyond belief. He’d do anything she asked, but she rarely had to request him to touch her pussy. Rafe did it because he wanted to. Because he loved every second of it.  

Rafe’s fingers looped around the band of her underwear, roughly tugging them off. The second he had seen her that night, he had wanted her. It took all the self-control he had not to kiss her when he first greeted her. He couldn’t wait until they could kiss in public. Although Rafe despised PDA when it concerned any other couple, it didn’t include him. He remembers finding himself disgusted with couples before he was with Y/N. He had thought what they were doing was absurd but now that he was with her, he understood the appeal all too well. To kiss Y/N whenever he pleased was something he had been waiting his entire life for.  

Rafe kissed the inner skin of Y/N’s thigh, his eyes looking up at her. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.” 

Y/N smirked, one hand coming to Rafe’s hair and tugging on it slightly. “Rafe, please…” 

Rafe smirked, kissing closer and closer to her core. “You have me wrapped around your fucking finger, darling.” He lifted her dress up higher and kissed her hip bone this time, teasing her. “You got me on my fucking knees, and still, you’re begging me for more.” 

Y/N giggled, a bemused grin across her lips. She gave him a teasing stare, her eyes just as playful as his. “Wrapped around your finger, huh? Wonder what I could make you do?” 

“I’d do anything.” 

Although there was a lightness in his tone, it never reached his eyes. Instead, his eyes bore into Y/N’s with such intensity and sincerity that Y/N’s breath fell short for a moment. All that could be heard for a few moments was the heaviness of each of their breaths. Rafe’s eyes finally trailed down her body to her legs once more, his intense gaze never relenting.  

If he was serious about his confession, Y/N already knew what she’d ask of him. 

Y/N moaned breathlessly, her hip lifting to meet Rafe’s lips. “Please… I need you.” 

Rafe smirked. “Need me to what?” 

Y/N pouted, rolling her eyes. “I need your mouth on me.” 

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his smirk remaining. His eyes never left hers, even as his tongue explored her core. Y/N was a mumbling mess, her fingers holding onto Rafe’s hair for dear life. She threw her head back against the mirror, a low moan starting in the back of her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment, the feeling of Rafe’s mouth against her core seemed to be the only thing she could focus on. Although she was usually in control, it all vanished from her when he did this. She got lost in how he made her feel, usually the only words being able to escape her mouth were soft whispers of his name. 

But just her legs began to shake and she felt the rise of her orgasm, Rafe pulled away completely and stood back up. He positioned himself in between her legs, a small smirk on his lips. Y/N frowned for a moment, her core unbelievably sensitive and not used to being left unfinished. Even as Rafe pulled her in for a kiss, she pouted against his lips. 

“Rafe…” She whined as he pulled away. 

While her fingers played with the loops of his jeans, Rafe’s hands rested against the sides of her face. Rafe chuckled at her whines, her desperation only fuelling his desire. Sometimes he got nervous but it helped to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  

“Shut up, stalker. I can’t believe you’re so obsessed with me.” It was only a small joke but it made Y/N blush nonetheless. It only turned Rafe on more though. 

“Says the man that was just on his knees for me.” Y/N chided, pulling Rafe closer to her chest by the loops of his belt. 

Rafe gave Y/N a chaste kiss, his eyes focusing on the heat radiating off her cheeks. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” 

“No, not nearly enough.” She giggled, her hair falling in front of her face as she spoke. 

“Hm.” He remarked, brushing the hair from her face. “I could say it all the time and it still wouldn’t be enough.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, the same blush remaining on her cheeks. “You’re whipped, Rafe Cameron.” 

Rafe smirked, knowing she was right but too embarrassed to admit it. “Just shut up and kiss me.” 

Y/N smirked, finally giving in and kissing Rafe forcefully. Surprisingly, Y/N was the more dominant one in the relationship. Before she began dating Rafe, she just assumed he had always been the dominant one in his relationships. He certainly presented himself as this cocky asshole, who she assumed loved bossing his girlfriends around. She had believed this for many reasons.  

Firstly, he had teased her relentlessly the entire time they had known each other and she had interpreted this as harshness rather than flirting. Secondly, he was a complete jock in high school. He had been on their school’s swim team and had been one of their school’s best rugby players. Girls flocked to him, anxious to even get a wink from him in their general direction. It had always made Y/N jealous, and it didn’t help that he seemed to relish in the attention many girls gave him. It was one of the reasons she was against showing him any affection. The one time she had when they were younger, he had laughed in her face. Y/N had grown up thinking Rafe was this macho womanizer, incapable of compassion. 

The reality was much different. Although it was true that Rafe could be proud, he was much more than that. She had now seen another side of him, especially when they slept together. If anything, he was the exact opposite when it came to sex. Although he was always eager have sex, he was definitely the less dominant one and thought of Y/N’s pleasure more than his own. If she wanted him to do something, he was more than willing to. Rafe might be dominant in OBX’s social circle, but he was completely submissive when it came to Y/N. 

Rafe whined, the feeling of Y/N’s hands clinging onto his belt loops making the ache in his stomach grow. “Baby, please…” 

Y/N chuckled, pulling away from Rafe slightly to smile. “What?” 

Rafe frowned, kissing her lips softly before he spoke again. “Let me fucking feel you.” 

Y/N smirked, this time moving her hands away from his belt and instead undoing the button on his jeans. “Want me that badly?” 

Rafe kisses her again, moaning softly as he feels her hands against his boxers. “You already know the answer to that.” 

Y/N continued to smirk, her heart fluttering at Rafe’s words. No one had ever been this passionate towards her before and she’d be lying if it didn’t make her love Rafe even more.  

Love. 

There was that word again. She had caught herself thinking it so many times before and she had to physically stop herself from saying it aloud. She could never say it with Daniel and they had been dating far much longer than she was dating Rafe. Yet, she felt it so strongly. She tried to remember her mother’s words about the anguish and false hope of young love but with each growing day, she felt her love for Rafe grow. Although she had only been dating him for a month, she had known him for far longer and the word love had echoed in her mind since she first laid eyes on him. Most of the time, she could control herself and refrain from speaking it aloud, but this time it stumbled from her mouth as if her lips had decided to say it before her brain did. 

“I love you.” It came out as a giggle, passing her lips so quickly she had almost believed she never spoke it at all. 

But when Rafe pulled away, shock and awe on his face, she knew he had heard her. She can see the colour drain from his face and she’s aware that she is mirroring him. She’s just as shocked as him. She had never said this to a friend before, let alone a boyfriend. There’s a moment where she can physically feel her blood pumping in her veins and she’s sure that means she’s about to have a heart attack. Especially since Rafe has yet to say anything either. His mouth is slightly agape, the usual blush on his cheek nowhere to be found. 

“What?” He whispers, and although the music is loud, she can hear him clear as day. 

Y/N gulps, her throat dry. She can feel the tears in the back of her eyes and she tries to blink them away. “Uh, I’m sorry.” She knows she can’t deny what she’s said, that would be a mistake. Instead, she begins apologizing. “I didn’t mean -” 

“Y/N…” Rafe begins, his hands coming up to the sides of Y/N’s face to soothe her. 

It’s no use though, because Y/N is spiraling and she can’t hear a word he’s saying. “It’s way too soon, and it was a mistake. I’m such an idiot --” 

But before Y/N can even finish her sentence, Rafe’s hands pull her face closer to his and he kisses her. At first, he’s just pressing their lips together to shut her up, but when she finally realizes what he’s trying to do, she deepens the kiss. She’s too flustered to kiss him properly so she gladly lets him take charge. He’s kissing her passionately, and soon, as their kiss comes to a close, she realizes his lips are trembling. Then, when they pull a part and she gets a proper look at his face, she realizes his eyes are welling with tears. Rafe Cameron is about to cry.  

“Rafe -” She begins, unsure of what to say. At first, she thought he would be disturbed at her premature confession of love, but now she’s not so sure. He seems to be holding back tears and she thinks that may be a good thing. “Are you okay?” 

“Okay?” He laughs, his hands dropping to her waist as he blinks away tears. “Are you kidding?” 

Y/N frowns, unsure of what to say. She did not think he would react this way. She thought, if anything, he’d joke with her and be his usual cocky self. Now, she’s not so sure. “You’re not weirded out?” 

Rafe smirks. “Weirded out? Why would I be weirded out?” 

Y/N shrugs, feeling a little silly now that she knows his reaction wasn’t what she thought. “I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Ya know, for a smartass, you can be so dumb.” 

Y/N smirked, more than happy he was teasing her again. She knew that had to be a good sign. “What do you mean?” 

“Have the years of pining not shown you how much I love you?” Rafe chuckled.  

Y/N blushed, her eyes moving from his face to her hands. She was slightly embarrassed, to say the least. In all the times Rafe had spoken about his crush on her, he had never used the word pining. Pining seemed a bit dramatic. When her eyes returned to his face, there was a look of devotion in his eyes so strong it made her heart pound in her chest. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you. How many times I’ve dreamt --” he pauses, taking a breath and reaching out to play with the ends of her short sleeve, “how many times I’ve dreamt about being this close to you.” 

The smile on Y/N’s face is brighter than ever. Her arms reach around his body and pull him into a hug. She can’t believe this is her life now. For so long, she thought she would never feel this way for anyone, let alone her brother’s best friend. Yet, here she was, in love with the prince of OBX. 

When Rafe and Y/N finally emerge from the bathroom, forty minutes have passed. Neither of them seem to care though as they kiss one last time before parting for the night. The top floor is deserted by this time so they feel more comfortable sharing a short kiss in this hallway. Y/N figures she won’t see him for the rest of the night so she kisses him for longer than she usually does. She knows she’ll miss him. Although she’ll be with her friends and she loves them dearly, she will still miss Rafe. Hopefully, she won’t have to conceal their relationship for much longer. She promises herself that she will tell Oliver tomorrow. This confession of love they shared has forever changed her. She loves Rafe and she won’t sacrifice that for anything.  

When they pull apart, there’s a gleam in Rafe’s eyes and she’s not exactly sure what it means. 

“Rafe.” she sighs, her eyes teasing him.  

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” 

“Because I’m obsessed with you.” Rafe smirks, kissing her forehead quickly. 

Y/N smirks, a giggle falling from her lips. “You don’t say?” 

Rafe shrugs, finally letting go of Y/N. His body instantly yearns for her touch again but he knows he has to find his friends before they come looking for him. “I’ll see you later, stalker.” 

Y/N blushes. “If you’re lucky.” 

~ 

When Y/N finally meets up with her friends, they have a million questions. They ask her where she’s been and who she was with, and although she doesn’t answer them, they all seem to know that a certain someone was keeping her away from her friends. Y/N doesn’t tell them about Rafe just yet. She knows she will have to eventually, but she wants Oliver to be the first person she tells. Not only because he’s her brother, but also because she doesn’t want someone to accidentally tell him before she even gets the chance.  

“Hey guys!” Y/N exclaims as she enters the circle her friends have created. She knows from the texts in their group chat that they’ve been standing in a circle for over an hour, talking and drinking, so it wasn’t too hard to find them. Most of Y/N’s friends were not the dancing type. 

“Nice of you to finally join us!” Joey, one of her close friends, exclaims.  "What have you been up to?"

Y/N shrugs, the heat from her cheeks growing stronger. “Nothing, just with Olly.” 

Some of Y/N’s friends share a look, and Y/N knows that they don’t believe her. Y/N is incredibly nervous from lying. She knows how bad she is at it, so she looks to Joey for support. Joey has always stuck up for her, especially when Y/N needed to get away with a lie. This time though, some of her friends were smirking at her.  

Joey takes a slow sip from her drink before speaking, a sly smirk still present on her lips. “Hm, that’s interesting because we saw Olly five minutes ago and he was asking where you were. Apparently, he hadn’t seen you all night.” 

Y/N’s face drops. “That’s, uh, weird.” Y/N hadn’t thought up a good enough lie so she opted to just stand there baffled for a moment. She knew her friends could tell she was lying, but none of them decided to speak first.  

Finally, Joey lifts her gaze back to Y/N. “Could Y/N, perhaps, have been with a boy?” 

All of Y/N’s friends laugh, exchanging knowing glances. They obviously have no idea she was with Rafe Cameron, and Y/N’s sure she’d never hear the end of it if they knew, but they do know she had to have been with someone. Girls don’t tend to sneak off for one hour without letting their friends know where they are. Unless, that is, they’re sneaking off to see a romantic interest. Y/N’s smiles, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. She wishes her friends weren’t so astute sometimes. It’d be easier to lie, that’s for sure.  

“But seriously,” One of Y/N’s friends says as the rest of the group’s laughter quiets down, “where were you?” 

Y/N cheeks are growing hotter and hotter by the minute. “Ah, nothing. I’ll tell you guys tomorrow.” 

Just as Y/N finishes speaking, she feels someone place their hand on her shoulder. The hand is warm and somehow familiar but she jumps slightly. Although she’s not at all drunk, the adrenaline in her body from her encounter with Rafe has made her slightly jittery. Her eyes move away from her friends and glance down at the hand that is firmly placed on her shoulder. As she looks up, meeting the eyes of the person that scared her, relief floods her body.  

It’s Olly and he’s wearing his signature goofy smirk. He seems a bit tipsy and maybe a little high but his eyes aren’t glassy so he’s sobered enough. Although Oliver seemed like the annoying jock who gets trashed every weekend, Y/N knows better than anyone that appearances can be deceiving. Oliver enjoyed having fun without substances most of the time, only drinking or smoking if he was particularly daring. Oliver didn’t need alcohol to have a good time. Most of the time, Oliver had the most fun just being his sober self.  

“Where the hell have you been?” Oliver hangs his left arm around Y/N’s neck, momentarily bringing her in for a hug before pulling away. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” 

The music is loud but Oliver is just close enough for Y/N to hear. “Oh, uh, I’ve been around.” Y/N awkwardly smiles, her eyes shifting from Oliver to her group of friends. They’re watching her interaction with Oliver intently. Some of them are even giggling at her response since it is obvious, she’s lying. 

Oliver rolls his eyes, flicking Y/N’s cheek in an attempt to annoy her. “Who is he?” 

Y/N gulps, her heart beating in her ears. This was not how she wanted to tell Oliver. “Uh, what?” 

“Or is it a she?” Oliver smirked, shrugging slightly. “They?” 

Y/N shook her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Oliver nodded; his eyes still gleaming. “Hey, I don’t judge. As long as you’re happy.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes this time, getting annoyed with how playful he was being. “Shut up. I’ll tell you later.” That wasn’t technically a lie. She was going to eventually tell him, maybe even tomorrow. 

This only encouraged Oliver. “Oh? So, there is something to tell?” 

Y/N’s eyes glanced to the front door, which had remained open all night. It suddenly became her beacon, her lighthouse -- almost as if it was calling for her. She wanted to escape this uncomfortable conversation and she knew the only way to do so was to distract Oliver with the option to leave. During a party, if Oliver ever wanted to go home, he’d usually go bother Y/N. Tonight was no different. He was bothering her not because he actually wanted to know where she was, but because he was secretly hoping she would propose to leave.  

Y/N eyes finally returned to Oliver, who had the same smug smirk on his lips. “Wanna go home?” 

Oliver rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed but Y/N could tell he was relieved at her suggestion. “Great job at changing the subject.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes this time, her nerves calming as she sensed Oliver falling for the bait. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go.” She waved him away, turning to her friends and bidding them farewell. They had plans to meet up in a few days but they hugged each other as if this were the last time, they’d see one another.  

As Y/N and Oliver began making their way throughout the Cameron household, relief washed over Y/N. She hoped that this would be the last time she would have to dodge Oliver’s questions. No matter what happened, she promised herself to tell him everything tomorrow. It was all becoming too much -- the secrets and half lies. Oliver had been nothing but a supportive, kind sibling to her. Yes, he could be annoying but that was only because he cared for her. She had heard horror stories from her friends about their brothers and it made her grateful to have a sibling like Oliver.  

Just as they reached the threshold of the door, moments away from exiting the house and leaving this night behind him, a figure appeared in Y/N’s peripheral vision. At first, she ignored the figure, thinking it was just another teenager looking to party in this huge house. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Just as Y/N and Oliver reach the front door, Rafe Cameron steps out from the crowd and blocks the exit. There’s a beer in his hand, but Y/N knows it’s for show. Rafe actually hates beer and usually holds the bottle just for appearance. She knows he’s not drunk because she saw him thirty minutes ago when he confessed to her that he wouldn’t be drinking tonight. Besides, when she was kissing him, he had tasted like mint gum and citrus; a combination that drove her crazy. 

“You guys are leaving already?” 

His eyes only focus on Y/N for a moment and his face is calm as ever, not even seeming to register the fact that Y/N is in front of him. Y/N is baffled at how good he is at hiding his emotions. She wishes her emotions weren’t so evident, so noticeable. She could feel her eyes widen as she made eye contact with Rafe and she was unable to control herself. He just looked so good, if not better than when she saw him last. His hair, which was usually combed back, was now pushed to the front of his face and tousled at the top of his head. It looked as if someone had taken their hand and ran it through his hair, which she knew was the case. They hadn’t exactly looked in the mirror before they parted and now, she was beginning to regret it.  

“Uh…” Y/N gulped; her words stuck in the back of her throat. She couldn’t stop looking at Rafe and his gorgeous hair. 

“Yeah, we are.” Oliver said, glancing over at Y/N for a moment before continuing. “Y/N here is ready to go home. You know how she is.” 

Rafe’s eyes finally meet hers again, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I certainly do.” 

Y/N has to force herself to look away, a small blush beginning to show on her cheeks. “Very funny.”  

Although Y/N’s eyes remain on Oliver, her ears are perked at the sound of Rafe speaking once again. “Oh, well, I’ll walk you guys to your car.” 

Oliver frowns a bit, clearly confused at the gesture. Y/N glances at Rafe for a moment but his eyes remain trained on Oliver. “You sure?” 

Rafe shrugs, playing it cool. “Yeah, sure. I haven’t seen much of you tonight, Olly.” 

Oliver nods, his frown slowly turning into a smile. He seems a little skeptical but he turns back towards the door anyways. Rafe follows after him and Y/N watches nervously as they both exit Rafe’s house. Soon, Y/N follows after the two of them, almost shocked at their entire conversation. She heaves a sigh of relief and for a moment, believing they’re in the clear. Rafe and Olly walk slower than Y/N, both of them in a conversation and too busy with themselves to notice Y/N walking past them quickly. As they walk further down the street and towards Oliver’s car, Y/N can’t help but listen in on their conversation as she leads the way. 

“Where’s Sarah?” Oliver asks. Y/N can hear him digging around in his pockets for his keys, but Y/N doesn’t look behind her to see if he needs any help. She doesn’t want to give away the fact that she’s listening in on their conversation. 

“Somewhere with John B, probably. Haven’t seen her all night.” Rafe replies, and Y/N almost snickers at the annoyance in Rafe’s voice.  

She knows Rafe’s feelings towards Sarah’s boyfriend. John B and Rafe got along well, but now that he was dating Rafe’s sister, their relationship was tense. This only made Y/N frown, knowing full well Oliver could have the same reaction to Rafe and Y/N dating. She hoped that wouldn’t be the case but there was always that possibility. 

“Speaking of which, where were you all night, bud?” Oliver questions Rafe calmly. For Oliver, that question should have a simple answer but the truth was way less simple. 

“Oh, uh, you know. Around.” Rafe mumbles, and Y/N can almost hear the wheels turning in Rafe’s head as he tries to think of a good lie. 

“Around?” Oliver snickers. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” 

Again, Oliver is joking and his line of questioning is completely harmless but the more questions he asks, the more tense Rafe and Y/N become. Y/N wants to turn around and change the subject but she knows doing that will only raise suspicion. Instead, she walks in front of Oliver and Rafe, the only sound being heard from her is her sneakers hitting the pavement. She promises not to speak, even if she really wants to. But then, before she can even register her misstep, Y/N tumbles forward and lets out a shriek. She’s tripped over her own laces and her promise of not making a sound has been broken. Thankfully, she doesn’t fall on her face and quickly regains her footing before she could embarrass herself any further. 

“Y/N? You okay?” Oliver asks, dashing to her side. 

“Oh, uh yeah.” Y/N sighs, her feet stopping for a moment to regain her breath. She had been so shocked from her slip that her breath had been caught in her throat. 

“You sure?” Rafe asks, his hand reaching out for her. Y/N shudders at the contact of his hand against her elbow, the action alone calming her down. 

She looks up at Rafe and for a moment, everything and everyone else disappears. “Uh, yeah. It’s just my shoelace. It came undone.” 

Both Oliver and Rafe look down at the shoe on her right foot to see that it indeed was her shoelace that made her trip. While Oliver smirks at his sister’s clumsiness, Rafe bends down almost instinctively. Before Y/N can even object, he’s on his knees in front of her and he’s delicately tying her shoelace. For a moment, Y/N’s heart soars at the gesture and she wants to kiss him for being so cute. Even when they’re supposed to be pretending to not like each other, he still is willing to help her. She could’ve easily tied her shoelace herself, but Rafe doesn’t even let her consider doing it herself. His mind is consumed with Y/N, tying her shoelace is just another way he can show her how much he is willing to do for her. 

When Rafe is done, he stays on his knees for a moment longer, looking up at Y/N with a sweet smile on his face. Y/N smiles back down at him, her cheeks growing hotter by the second. Rafe’s hand reaches out to touch her ankle, squeezing it slightly before pulling away and standing back up.  

He towers over her, his eyes never leaving her face as he speaks. “There you go.” 

Y/N bites her lip, completely forgetting that Oliver is watching their interaction. “Thanks.”  

Y/N can see Rafe is about to say something else, but before he can even open his mouth again, Oliver interrupts them and their moment is shattered. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

Suddenly, the reality of what just happened came crashing down on Rafe and Y/N. They both turned their heads, watching in horror as Oliver’s face twists in disgust. Y/N heart jumps in her chest and she pulls away from Rafe quickly, her face hot with embarrassment. She can’t believe how reckless she just was. She had been so caught up in the moment, she had completely forgotten Oliver had a front row seat to their flirting. She tries to look Oliver in the eyes, hoping she can discern whether or not he truly understands what he just saw. Unfortunately, Oliver is staring straight at Rafe, his eyes never even glancing at Y/N. 

“Olly, I -” Rafe begins. Y/N can tell he’s had the same realization as she just did, but it’s too late. Oliver has just witnessed them flirting and is starting to piece everything together. Before Rafe can even begin to speak, Oliver cuts him off. 

“Why the fuck did you just do that?” Oliver is slightly tipsy but his anger and confusion is sobering him up greatly. Suddenly, his eyes flick up to Rafe’s hair and then his eyes finally glance at Y/N. “What the fuck is going on?” 

“N-nothing!” Y/N shouts much too quickly.  

“Really? Nothing?” Oliver rolls his eyes and Y/N can tell he’s starting to get pissed off. “Then what the fuck was that?” 

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks, trying to be as innocent as possible. 

“What do I mean?” Oliver repeats, his voice getting a bit louder as he continues. “Why are you blushing like a schoolgirl,” Oliver looks at Rafe, “and why are you looking at her like that?” 

Y/N looks at Rafe for a moment and catches a glimpse of what Oliver means. Rafe is watching her like she’s the only person in the world. His eyes are glued to her and Y/N can basically see the hearts in his eyes. When Oliver points it out though, Rafe’s expression suddenly changes to a more embarrassed expression. 

“I’m not.” Rafe denies, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Olly -” Y/N begins, feeling her throat go tight at the mere thought of confessing everything to him. This was definitely not how she wanted to do it.  

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Oliver is spiraling, his eyes shifting between Rafe and Y/N. “You both have been gone the entire night,” Oliver begins, thinking out loud to the two of them. “But I never -” He cuts himself off, realizing that he was about to lie. He had somewhat seen this coming. 

Although he felt stupid for not realizing it sooner, he also knew Rafe had a small crush on Y/N years ago. He had a serious conversation with Rafe back then, laying down the law and making it clear nothing could ever happen between them. If they dated, they would eventually break up and Oliver would choose Y/N. He never wanted to make that choice between his best friend and sister, but he knew if he had to, he would choose Y/N. He never felt like he had to worry though. To Oliver, Y/N always seemed so disinterested in anything to do with Rafe. She always seemed annoyed at his very presence. Well, up until now. Now, Oliver was piecing the night together, starting with the fact that the two of them had not been seen by anyone the entire night. 

“Olly, please.” Y/N began, her eyes stinging with tears. She willed herself not to cry, even though she felt beyond overwhelmed. “Just let me explain.” 

“Are you two going out?” Oliver questions, his tone more surprised than irritated.  

Y/N looked to Rafe for a moment, who wore a bewildered expression. This was not how he imagined their conversation going, and he was willing to agree with whatever Y/N said, even if she decided to lie about their relationship. Y/N knew she couldn’t do that though. She had lied to Oliver much too often these past months and she was so sick of it. Before she had begun dating Rafe, she always felt like she could confide in Oliver. Now, there were so many secrets between them that it felt as if their relationship was crumbling. She wouldn’t allow for that to happen so she knew what she had to do. 

“Yeah, we are.” Y/N nodded, watching Oliver’s reaction carefully. 

Maybe it was because of the alcohol in his system or the environment in which he found out, but Y/N could see the disgust written across his face. She knew that if he found out a different way, in a better and calmer environment, he definitely wouldn’t have had this reaction. Her heart sank, Oliver’s disgusted reaction telling her that this wouldn’t be easy. 

“It’s basically incest!” Oliver cried, running his fingers in his hair. This was something he did when he was particularly distressed so Y/N knew this wasn’t a good sign. On the other hand, he was making a joke, however terrible it was, so that might have been a good sign too. 

“What? No, it’s not.” Rafe argued, pulling his brows together in confusion. 

“Uh, yeah. It kinda is.” Oliver argued. “We all grew up together, we’re basically related!” 

“Except we’re not related.” Rafe frowned, taking a step closer to Oliver. He seemed like he was reaching out for Oliver, trying to calm down his friend. “Olly -” 

Oliver pushed Rafe’s hand away, his eyes narrowing at his friend. “No, don’t you dare try to make me feel better. We had an entire fucking conversation about this and I was pretty clear my sister was off limits.” 

Rafe sighed, nodding slightly. “I know.” 

Oliver scoffed. “I don’t have many rules, dude, but I specifically remember saying that you couldn’t date my sister.” 

Rafe looks to his feet, nodding again. “I know.” 

“Like, dude,” Oliver continues to whine, “she’s basically a child.” 

Although Y/N had been quiet during their entire argument, this comment riled something up in her. She was not a child, and she would not be treated like one. She could make her own decisions, and she didn’t need her brother to approve every single relationship she was in. Finally, as Rafe and Oliver continue to argue, Y/N steps in between them and finally glares up at her brother. 

“Olly, this is not the nineteenth century. I don’t need your approval to date someone.” Her tone is harsh and it surprises Oliver a great deal. 

“Y/N -” Oliver begins, but Y/N’s too pissed to let him continue. 

“And I’m not a child. I’m old enough to decide who I like and I want to be with Rafe. It’s kinda fucked up that you made him promise not to go out with me anyways.” Y/N argues, her eyes never leaving the surprised expression of Oliver’s face. 

“That’s fucked up? What about the fact that you’re fucking my best friend?” Oliver raises his voice, his surprised expression turning to one of anger. 

“Whoa, Olly.” Rafe steps in between the siblings, a little annoyed at how crude Oliver is being right now. He’s trying to understand where Oliver is coming from so, he’s trying to be extra patient but he knows if anyone else was talking to Y/N like this, Rafe would be beating the shit out of them. “I know you’re upset, but don’t.” 

Oliver rolls his eyes, laughing bitterly. “Upset? Yeah, you could say that. I’m fucking pissed that the two most important people in my life kept such a huge thing from me for, what, months?” 

Oliver turns to walk away, feeling as though he needs some fresh air even though he’s already outside. He knows if he stays any longer, he’ll say something he’ll regret. Y/N wants to stop him and continue their conversation, no matter how brutal it is. Oliver has never been this mad at her before, and she knows it has to do with the fact that he’s scared to lose them. Y/N knows how loyal Oliver is and she knows he would always stay by her side, even if Y/N and Rafe were to break up. She knows he would sacrifice his relationship with Rafe for Y/N and it would devastate him. But Y/N also knows that her relationship with Rafe is stronger than ever and that it would never come to that. She just has to make him see it. 

“Olly, where are you going?” Y/N yells, watching as her brother storms off. 

“I need some space!” Oliver screams, looking back at Rafe and Y/N one last time before heading further and further down the street. 

Y/N turns back to Rafe, suddenly feeling a few tears fall down her face. Rafe embraces her, feeling just as overwhelmed by their entire conversation. He wants to take on this burden himself and shield Y/N from all this confusion and pain, but he knows he can’t do that. Oliver is right in how he feels, even though Rafe doesn’t agree with him. Rafe rubs Y/N backs, trying to soothe her as she cries. 

“What are we gonna do?” Y/N asks, looking up at Rafe. 

Rafe uses his thumb to carefully wipe away some of the tears on Y/N’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I have an idea. But I have to do it alone.” 

~ 

Oliver always brought Rafe to Figure 8’s beach whenever they had to have a hard conversation. They usually had them later in the evening, when the sun was setting, so Oliver could see the sunset and remain calm. When Oliver made Rafe promise not to date Y/N, they had that conversation at the same beach. Rafe still remembers it vividly, mostly because his heart never stopped beating through the entire conversation. He remembers gripping the coarse sand between his fingers, pressing his fingers further into the sand the more Oliver spoke. He could barely look at his friend throughout the entire conversation, only stealing glances when he was sure Oliver wasn’t looking. He still remembers the first thing Oliver said that night. 

He had been uncharacteristically quiet when they met up with their other friends that night. It had been the same night Y/N had her first homecoming with Daniel. Rafe still remembers how he felt when he saw her in that beautiful green dress. He felt light-headed; like he was high off the sight of her. She had barely looked at him; almost as if she was making a conscious effort not to. He felt invisible to her, but he was almost glad she wouldn’t look at him. He remembers noticing the lack of material on her back. He gulped, realizing the green dress was backless. His eyes ghosted down the expanse of her back, lower and lower, until he saw her back dip into - 

He remembers forcing himself to look away, counting to ten and thinking of a weak insult to throw her way. He tried to sound confident as he hurled it her way, but Oliver even noticed how pathetic his voice sounded. He almost seemed to be pleading with her. Pleading to end his suffering and just reject him so he could move on. 

In reality, his suffering had only begun.  

“Y/N looked nice tonight, don’t ya think?” Oliver had asked on the same beach years ago on the same night of Y/N’s homecoming. 

Rafe instantly looked up, gulping at what seemed to be an innocent question. Unfortunately, Rafe knew his friend and he knew Oliver never spoke about his sister. “Uh, I guess.” He guessed. Rafe wanted to scream. He more than guessed she looked nice. She looked more than nice. 

“Listen Rafe,” Oliver had begun, and it had instantly made Rafe’s heartbeat skyrocket. “I’m not blind. I see what’s going on with you. You’re my best friend, don’t think I don’t see what’s going on.” 

Rafe never looked at him, he was too scared. He remembers bracing for Oliver’s fist but Oliver never punched him. He just sighed, continuing on with his speech when he realized Rafe was going to make no effort to defend himself. 

“And I know that you can’t control who you like, but she’s my sister and you’re my friend. If you guys start anything, you’ll break up and I’ll choose her side over you. I’ll always choose her. So, please, don’t make me choose.” 

Rafe clutched onto the sand, her anxiety bubbling over and his body shaking slightly. This had been the first time he had ever been called out for his feelings, by his best friend no less. All Rafe could do was nod along, his heart shattering slightly. 

“I promise,” Rafe vows, “I’ll never make you choose.” 

He had acted so coldly to Y/N that night she had returned from homecoming and he had thought he had been doing the noble thing. He pushed her away, just like he should’ve done, but his pushing had only pulled her closer to him. Every time he watched her or looked into her beautiful eyes; he fell harder. And soon enough, not even his promise to Oliver was enough. 

As Rafe finally approached the same familiar beach, his eyes searching for his friend, a wave of nostalgia swelled within him. He had been here a dozen times with Oliver, but this time was different. Rafe and Oliver always made their way to this beach but tonight, Rafe was here alone to search for his angered friend. He had dropped Y/N off at her home and promised her to make everything right. She had been rightfully upset over how Oliver had found out about them and Rafe intended to make it right. He blamed himself, really. If he had just controlled himself for a moment, none of this would be happening.  

It wasn’t that hard to find Oliver. The sun was rising in the west and Rafe quickly spotted him sitting on the sand, watching the sky as it turned a dark orange. Rafe waited for a moment, hesitating as he saw the sky. He had seen it many times before but this time was different. This time, the sun was rising with Oliver and Rafe’s friendship on the brink of disaster. 

Rafe finally began moving again, finally approaching Oliver carefully. When he was five feet away, Oliver turned quickly with a deep scowl on his face. When he saw Rafe, it only deepened, which scared Rafe beyond belief. Oliver and Rafe had never fought, never disagreed, so Rafe was out of his element here. He didn’t know how to broach the subject, especially since Oliver was throwing daggers at him. 

“Hey.” Rafe waved slightly, standing uncomfortably in front of Oliver. He didn’t know whether he should sit or stand. Depending on how angry Oliver was, Rafe might need to take a step back in a hurry. 

“What?” Oliver frowns, looking back to the sea in front of him. The water was calm, barely moving even though there was a breeze. “Did Y/N tell you to come?” 

Rafe shook his head. “No, I wanted to.” 

Oliver cupped some sand in his hand and played with it slightly. Rafe watched his friend’s hands begin to shake and suddenly, Oliver spoke. “Why?”  

There was no anger in his voice, only pain and in turn, it pained Rafe too. “I love her, Olly.” 

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. “God, I know that. Even Daniel knew that. I’m surprised my sister only recently figured it out.” 

Rafe gave Oliver a confused look, watching Oliver’s head stare up at his friend. Rafe took a chance, sitting down beside his friend and letting the sand cushion him. “I’m sorry. I know I promised I wouldn’t make you choose, but I can’t keep pretending.” 

Oliver shook his head. “You know what really sucks? If we hadn’t been friends, I would’ve loved for you to date her. I can tell you really care for her, and you deserve love, Rafe. You deserve it all, man. But not with her. Not with my sister.” 

Rafe shook his head, indignant to Oliver’s comment. “What you don’t understand, Olly, is that I’ll never have it if it’s not with her. I’ll never find love if it’s not with her.” 

Oliver finally looks at his friend, his eyes glassy. “You promised me you wouldn’t make me choose.” 

Rafe nodded. “Maybe you won’t have to.” 

Oliver rolled his eyes. “What? You gonna marry her?” 

Rafe blushed, his mind flashing with images of Y/N in a white dress and his heart leaped to his throat. Rafe was young and rarely thought of marriage but whenever he did, the same girl was always his bride. “I don’t know.” Rafe answered honestly. “But I’ll tell you this; I’ve known Y/N for five years and I have yet to get tired of her. We’ve been together for three weeks and they’ve been the best weeks of my life. I can’t see myself without her. I’ll be here until she gets tired of me.” 

Oliver’s features lift, his expression changing from anger to shock. Rafe continues to stare at his friend, at the guy who has changed his life. Not only by being his best friend, but by also introducing him to Y/N. “I’m not trying to be an asshole. I’m not some controlling maniac.” 

Rafe nods, smiling a little. “I know. You’re just looking out for your sister.” 

Oliver smiles back and this eases Rafe’s nerves. “I kinda always knew it, in a way.” 

Rafe frowns, confused slightly. “Knew what?” 

Oliver smirks. “That you guys would get together. Knew it the second you came over to my house for the first time.” 

Rafe smirked. “Why? Because of how I was watching her?” 

Rafe tries to remember that far back and he does. He remembers entering Oliver’s living room and seeing Y/N sitting on the couch, reading some book. He remembers watching her eyes glance over the words on the page and he remembers thinking that he had never seen someone make something so mundane look so beautiful. ��

Oliver shakes his head. “Nah, because she couldn’t keep her eyes off you.” 

Rafe’s heart swelled. He wondered if this was truly real, if he was actually lucky enough to be loved by her. Rafe had not been lucky concerning many things in his life, but he felt like the luckiest man in that moment.

~ 

She's in his boxers, her clothes thrown mindlessly on the floor of his room. She'll leave behind an accessory and it will never leave his room again. It's a necklace, one she got from a farmers market. Its home will now be with him, because it's just another reminder that she was here. At some point, she was here and she wanted him. When he finally picks it up off the floor, he'll wear it around his neck, his fingers toying with the pendant whenever his thoughts drift to her. It wasn't an important necklace and she didn't even know it was missing. It was her necklace at one point and that was all he cared about.  

He'll think it's rather pathetic. To hold onto something, she thinks is so meaningless. But he can't help it. Just like he can't help buying her extra chapsticks from the same company she likes so much and stuffing it in her pockets and purses, just so she always has one handy. In these small moments, as he secretly places another chapstick in the back pocket of her jeans, he realizes his dreams have turned into a reality. He loves her. He knows it to be true. He knows it when he hears her footsteps behind him, and his chest swells with joy at the mere notion she's nearby. He knows it when he catches a whiff of her scent, his cheeks turning red at the thought of her smooth skin. He knows it's premature, as young love tends to be. It's young and quick, like a momentary spark of light coming from a match. His brain pictures it as an ice cream sundae; a creamy and rich vanilla flavour topped with hot fudge. He can't get enough. He devours it, not even letting himself enjoy the taste before he has another mouthful. He craves more and more. And just when he thinks he's full, he asks for more. 

So, when she looks at him and asks him what he's afraid of, he mumbles out the first thing he can think of. "Loving you too hard and regretting the quickness of it when I don’t have anything left of you.” He loves until he's nauseous because he loves her. 

She only smiles at him, shaking her head at his ridiculousness. Doesn’t he know? “You’ll never lose me, silly. I’ll always be here.” 

They shared loving smiles and Rafe felt as though his heart might explode out of his chest. He had never felt so in love before her, but to be honest, there had never been such a thing. There had never been a before with Y/N. He met her and that was it for him. 

It all felt too good to be true. But here she was, in his arms, where she belonged. 

~

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#rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fluff #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks #obx #obx s2 #rafe x reader #outer banks rafe #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fluff

[sewerratzz]

hello everyone !! i was Assigned Webby at Blinky’s Rewatch Party, and we made LIBsonas !! i cannot art, so i wrote for her instead :]

meet finch!webby under the cut !!

They stood in the Witchwood Forest, terrified and yet bold, doing their best to hide their fear. They were no stranger to the legends that dwell in these woods, but they had no choice. This was the place with the strongest connection. Well, specifically this clearing, where several trees had been.. not cut down, but seemingly dissolved. They didn't know how this had happened, the edges of the clearing made a sort of octagon, with sides that curved in, and it certainly wasn't natural. No matter, no thinking about it now. They had to go ahead.

No words were needed, this wasn't a summoning like it would be for the others. It was a call, with something maybe once known, in another place, or another time. They closed their eyes, opened their mind, and felt the clearing out with their senses. It was strange, if they thought about it, using the senses that the others had a hold over to call for this one. They felt every blade of grass, swaying gently with the breeze, every rock and stick, everything until each end of the clearing, they felt it in their mind. And then they saw it there.

Looking around this impression of the clearing, they couldn't see their own body. It was strange, but any thought that could have been made was cut short, by a sudden heavy breeze. The leaves of the trees lining the clearing whipped fervently, the blades of grass shook, and the air was loud. A light-no, that wasn't a light. It was simply pure white. Something they didn't have a word for. Even just calling it pure white didn't do enough to explain how nothing, and yet everything, it was. A figure emerged from it, eyes closed, hands outstretched like a statue of an angel. Only missing the halo and wings.

Then, the eyes shot open, and with them, two more sets below opened as well, all completely black. There were.. mandibles, on the figure's face.

“Who seeks my presence in this domain?" Her voice was commanding, low and yet projecting. It sounded like a Queen's voice.

But when the White was gone, and their eyes adjusted, they could make out more of the thing standing before them. She wore a white corset over a white dress shirt, purple-pink webs covering the corset. The webs were shimmering, moving on their own. The shirt had sleeves that went to her elbow, then transitioned into long flowing pieces of silk. they also had webs on them, though these ones were black on the white translucent fabric. She wore a white petticoat, that also seemed to have webs, but they were white too, barely visible unless they looked closer and took notice of the shimmering. Her shoes were flat sandal types, with ties that wrapped around her shins, making a pattern that hurt to try and understand, until they stopped at her knees. There was no knot, they just simply stayed up.

Her skin was dark, her hair was white and curly, and sat weightlessly, so much so it could have been floating, on top of her head was a simple crown. Nothing fancy, just a silver circlet with spikes, topped with black obsidian. She was.. something to look at, that's for sure. More arms appeared, and extra shirt sleeves with them, as if it had never been any different.

After a long minute of silence, the spider queen smiled.

“Hi!" She said excitedly. "I'm so glad you've come! I adore meeting the holders of my Gift."

#my writing #woahh #does this count as an oc? #i had a lot of fun writing this #brp i appreciate you for expanding my writing skills<3

[hermesserpent-stuff]

22 - TSSM

(set in spider nephew au)

Montana is not surprised that Norman Osborn had been able to obtain his phone number. Men in power always had their ways of getting in contact with the people whom they wished to speak to. His surprise actually came from the fact that the man wished to speak to him at all. Osborn seemed like the type to avoid speaking to those that were ‘less than’. And yet here Montana is, having accepted the invitation for a meeting inside of Oscorp. A dangerous place to be, no doubt. But Montana has a few weapons up his sleeves and everyone he trusts to act as backup knows where he is. Quentin had insisted that he take one of the illusionist's gremlins in his pocket, and Montana had obliged, knowing that the thing also acted as a recording device. 

Osborn’s office is impressive but not nearly as terrifying as any of Montana’s talks with the Big Man. Montana dismisses the decorations with a simple look and decides to hold himself causally. Osborn had no respect for him. And Montana returns that amount of respect in kind. 

“Ah. Montana. Just the man I wished to see. Have a seat.”

Norman says, gesturing to the chair across the desk. Sometimes Montana chooses to stay standing in situations like this. But this time he chooses to sit and look fully relaxed. Still ready to attack, but not looking like it at all. He can see the small wrinkle of annoyance that flickers across Norman’s face as Montana purposefully sits incorrectly.

“Howdy. What's a big shot like you want with a small timer like me?”

Montana leans into his accent heavily, knowing that it can disarm people. Lead them to think him a fool. Norman’s eyes tighten and then relax.

“I simply wished to get to know the man who claims to be the uncle of my son’s best friend. Your appearance was rather… sudden.”

Montana hums.

“I suppose it’d look that way. Kid’s ma didn't like our family and I respected the radio silence till the kid needed help.”

“And then you decided to stick around.”

“Yep.”

Montana says with a tilted grin and a small adjustment to his hat. What is this meeting about? Norman rises and walks to his window.

“I don't think Peter would be thrilled to learn of your crimes.”

The man says speculatively and Montana bites down a laugh. Does Norman think he can be shooed off so easily?

“He knows. Hard to keep secrets from a kid as sharp as he is.”

Norman turns back to Montana, confusion dashing across his face. Montana rises from his relaxed posture and walks casually over to the window to then lean against it.

“I ain't goin’ nowhere.”

Norman’s eyes narrow and Montana can see the man starting to see him as a threat. Good.

“My kid ain't scared of me. I can't say the same for you and yours. How much effort would it take to convince Harry not to speak to you again?”

“I think you misunderstand the purpose of this meeting.”

“Oh no Mr. Osborn, I think I've got a good read on what's goin’ on here. You want me to back off from my own family. And you thought threatening to tell Peter what a bad man I am would scare me off. I think you are the one with the misunderstanding.”

Montana drops his casual stance, tensing his shoulders and pulling himself up to his full height.

“Are you threatening me? Or Harry?”

The man's face is impassive and Montana wants to deck him. But the cowboy refrains.

“That hurts. I have nothing but the best wishes for your son. It just so happens I don't think you’re what's best for any child. Including your own.”

Montana starts walking towards the door.

“So I ain't leavin’. And if you try to run me off or take control of Peter’s life, I can't say what I will do. But I promise your gonna find that what the police have recorded is only half of what I can and have done for much pettier reasons. Good day, Mr. Osborn. Leave Peter alone and treat your own kid better.”

And he walks out, listening to the grinding teeth as the door closes smoothly behind him.

Thanks for the ask!!!

#spider nephew au #ask hermes #hermes speaks #spotify wrapped writing #tssm norman osborn #tssm montana #tssm #fanfiction writing

[otomememento]

Voices

“I want… to live…”

“I can’t… die…”

“I don’t want… to die… There’s so much more… I have left to… do…”

There were so many voices, unhindered by the barriers of language, whispering in his mind. He didn’t know what to do. Many times, Le Comte had envied humans for their shorter lives, for that ability to fade into nothing, to cease the never ending walk of life that he had already traveled. But… now he wasn’t certain. These humans were terrified. They didn’t want to go. They didn’t see death as a welcome release. Of course, that didn’t mean no humans did. But those voices wouldn’t reach him now; they wouldn’t be looking for salvation. No, if there were people who died in contentment, or complete despair, they would not be crying out. Either they were willing to go, or they had decided there was nothing left to fight for.

The voices came from those in the middle, those who rejected the idea of death, those who felt there was something more that needed to be done. They filled Le Comte’s mind until it was the only thing he could hear, or feel. Pressing in, from all sides, even though they didn’t physically exist. He sank to his knees, putting his hands up on the side of his head. Was this… some sort of punishment? For taking his life for granted? Were these voices seeking him to attack him? He had suffered a great deal of physical pain at times, but he always survived. It was nearly impossible not to. Mental anguish, however, was not something that a Pureblood was immune to. So, it was a perfect attack.

But, despite the pressure building inside his mind, Le Comte quickly abandoned that notion. None of the voices gave any indication that they were aware of him. There were many cries to gods of varying flavors, or last words murmured to loved ones, words he felt he had no right to hear, but could only respect in silence. He wanted to leave now, a mad impulse to abandon his ideals, to destroy the door. He had no place here, intruding on these lives. What had he done?

And yet, he couldn’t move, pinned to the spot with all these plaintive cries, intruding on his thoughts. His mansion, it was big, but empty. This corridor, it was small, but way too full. Perhaps, even if he couldn’t save everyone, he could perhaps even things out a little. He would have to make himself move though, for that to happen. It was harder than he could have imagined; his body simply refused to obey his commands. Could he… actually die here? In this place that belonged everywhere, yet nowhere at all. Though the thought was terrifying, it was also oddly exciting. Could he, give up, right now?

“Take my hand.”

It was a new voice, and somehow it seemed louder than the others. No, not louder. Closer. Le Comte’s eyes flew open. The corridor didn’t seem to have changed at first glance. It still stretched on forever. Yet, at the end, he saw a light. Focusing on it for a few moments, he realized it wasn’t merely a light, but a shape. Humanoid. A lifeline, perhaps? Or was it some new torment to discover? He couldn’t even be sure if it was connected to that last command, or request: take my hand. Looking around, he didn’t see any other plausible source, and so he moved towards the light.

The closer he drew, the more the shape took a distinguishable form. Though, by the time he reached it, he realized some of the details were off. From what he could tell, it was the shape of a young woman, mid-to-late teens. He couldn’t even tell if she was pretty or not, since as soon as he seemed to form a picture in his mind of what he was seeing, her features would shift and slide into something slightly different, as though she rejected classification entirely. Even her clothes seemed to shift and change, defying any means of identify where, or when, she might have been from. He was left with the vague impression she was always wearing a dress of sorts, however. And, as strange as this encounter was, it didn’t fill him with any sense of dread or revulsion, but just a confused curiosity. Her hands, however, in contrast, were fixed in shape as well as posture; one was resting by her side, while the other was extended towards him.

He took it.

The voices faded away.

“That’s better, isn’t it? I can tell by your face.”

Again, he heard the voice in his mind more than through his ears, but without the cacophony of thousands upon thousands filtering into his mind, it was bearable. Even, pleasant, in a way. He nodded his head.

“Yes, thank you. How did you do it?”

“Me? I did nothing but give you a single voice to focus on,” she said quietly in his mind, her voice calm and even, though he couldn’t have guessed whether she had a soft voice, or a loud one. A high voice, or a husky one. A sweet voice, or a rough one.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m just another one of the dead. One of the lost. You… you built the door connecting to this place?” Le Comte nodded his head, unsure of whether it was a good thing to have done or not, but not willing to lie about it. “Then, I must warn you. Not everything is as it seems.”

“What do you mean?”

“You heard the voices. So many voices. But, that’s not even a fraction of the people who have died. Barely a drop. Most people move on. Their voices silenced as they are forgotten. Some of us… are not so lucky. Beware. Not all people who achieve greatness are good. And even the ones who are both good and great, they did not reach their greatness without a price. Sometimes, the price is steep.” The figure raised her free hand to her neck. Peering closer, Le Comte saw a circular scar wrapping around the entire thing, as far as he could see. He shuddered.

“Are you…?

The question was cut short as the young woman put her finger against his lips. He didn’t feel it the way he would the finger of a living being, but, it silenced him nonetheless. In fact, it was the cold sensation without pressure that made him not wish to speak further. Finally the finger was withdrawn, and the cold went with it.

“Speak not my name; I didn’t come here to look for the aid that you wish to offer. I am… not ready for the world yet. Not even after two and a half centuries. But, there are others waiting. Please keep in mind what I’ve said. Sometimes the help offered, is not the help we need.”

The figure grew dimmer by the second, until she disappeared into the darkness. Once again the voices started to nudge their way into Le Comte’s mind, but this time he was feeling more tranquil. Slowly he let them wash over him, as though they were waves on a beach. Straightening up, he left the corridor, back into the solid sanity of his mansion. Perhaps this would take more planning than he realized, and he would be alone for a little while longer, but, once that was done, he would be well and truly ready to… begin.

#cybirdcreativechallenge #ikemen vampire fanfic #comte de saint germain #nonedited

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Their Eyes Are On Me

Welcome to me attempting to write Bungou Stray Dogs fanfiction, specifically some Port Mafia Chuuzai hate-flirting. Hope you all enjoy!

When Chuuya had first heard of the Port Mafia, he’d imagined them a well-oiled, brutal machine with each member the picture of deadly precision–that was part of why he’d fought against them so hard. Of course, this had held true for several of the members he’d met so far. Kouyou, the young woman that he’d been introduced to almost immediately upon joining, was certainly terrifying and professional. However, the same could not be said of the young man who had, for lack of a better word, manipulated him into joining: Osamu Dazai, the youngest Executive in Port Mafia history, and perhaps the most arrogant and insufferable person Chuuya had had the misfortune of meeting.

He’d hoped that it was just a bad first impression, but no. Dazai was simply the most awful excuse for a human being that Chuuya had had the misfortune of coming across, and that included every single person he’d interacted with throughout his turbulent childhood–if one could call losing all memories of their prior life and becoming a vessel for an ancient deity and then living on the streets in the slums of Yokohama a childhood. Even now, as the redhead slouches on a stool next to his new “partner”, Dazai exudes a slimy air of disinterest to the entire room of Port Mafia members as he knocks back his fourth glass of whiskey of the night. As he leans back against the bar, continuing to ignore Chuuya, Chuuya decides that he’s never accepting an invitation to go out with Dazai again, team building be damned. However, he does have one question. “Hey, bastard, are you even old enough to drink? I thought we were the same age, and I’m only fifteen.”

The brunet snorts, almost choking on the amber liquid in his glass before he sets the glass down on the polished wood of the bar. “Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya, you poor, simple boy. You think anyone is going to tell me no here?”

The condescension in his voice is yet another painful slice to Chuuya’s already stinging pride, and he resists the urge to push the other man off his stool. “That doesn’t answer my question, asshole.”

Dazai takes another sip of his drink, savoring the taste before answering, “We are the same age, yeah. Not that it really matters here.”

“Right, the youngest Executive ever.” He can’t keep the bitterness and sarcasm out of his tone. “They all worship the ground you walk on, right? So much genius, power, and charisma in one little body. How can you even stand it?”

“Aw, Charismatic? Genius? I’m flattered, tiny, but jealousy’s not a good look on you.” Dazai purrs, leaning towards Chuuya, who decides to restrain himself no longer, instead shoving the brunet off his seat and onto the floor. “I’d never be jealous of a slimeball like you, you ridiculous walking waste of bandages!”

Dazai looks stunned for a moment, but then he laughs, throwing his head back as the unnaturally loud sound draws the attention of everyone in the room. Chuuya finds himself shrinking under their gazes, withdrawing into his new coat and hat like a turtle into its shell, but Dazai just laughs harder, filling the awkward silence until everyone returns to their conversations. He hoists himself back up into his seat, the grin on his face leaning almost unhinged. The drinking does seem to be finally catching up with him, as his words slur slightly when he says, “Aw, why’s the hatrack so bashful now? Where did all that confidence go, hm?”

“I’m not bashful!” Dazai hums, entirely unconvinced, and Chuuya pushes aside the anger that boils up in him to continue. “I’m simply not used to so many eyes on me, that’s all.”

The Executive raises an eyebrow, reaching for his glass again. “Who was looking at you?”

“Everyone?” Chuuya knew the other man was stupid, but this was frankly ridiculous. “After I pushed you off the chair, idiot. Did you hit your head on the way down?”

“None of them were looking at you, pipsqueak.” Chuuya opens his mouth to argue, but Dazai puts a finger against the redhead’s lips, drawing an indignant squeak from him. “They were looking at me–it’s not every day I get knocked on my ass and just laugh about it. Still, you should get used to it. If you can’t handle eyes on you while you’re just being my arm candy, how will you keep up with their expectations as my partner?”

“Arm candy?!” That draws another inappropriately loud laugh out of Dazai, and Chuuya can feel his cheeks heating up. “I’m no one’s arm candy, you stupid piece of shit.”

“Hush, it’s a compliment. Not many people are pretty enough to be worthy of that title. Besides, I’ve always had a thing for redheads.” He hates that his face only gets redder, but not as much as he hates the sheer delight on Dazai’s face as he notices the redness of Chuuya’s cheeks and leans closer into the redhead’s space. “Aw, is Chuuya flustered?”

“No, I’m just embarrassed to be seen with your drunk ass.”

“Oh, you definitely are! How adorable. You know, you’re even prettier when you’re angry with me, Chuuuuuuuuuuya~” The alcohol on his breath as he purrs the last words into Chuuya’s ear is enough to make Chuuya gag, pushing Dazai away from him. “In your dreams, you fucking womanizer.”

“You like me!”

“Do not!” Dazai completely ignores the rising anger in his new partner, instead draping one arm heavily around his shoulder, and Chuuya curses the universe that the one person he’d happily use Upon the Tainted Sorrow on with not a single regret is the same person capable of negating his Ability. Still, this doesn’t stop him from voicing his anger. “I hate you.”

“No, you like me.” Before Chuuya can continue the argument, Dazai plays his dreaded trump card in a sing-song voice. “Be a good dog and tell me you like me~”

“I’m going to kill you.” The brunet pouts dramatically. “Don’t tease me like that, hatrack! Besides, that doesn’t sound like what I told you to do. Are you really going to break your word so easily?”

Dazai’s death will be incredibly slow and painful, Chuuya decides–the exact opposite of what he knows the Executive wants. However, a promise is a promise. He takes a deep breath, rushing out the words as quickly as possible. “I-like-you.”

“Hm? What was that?” Chuuya fantasizes about knocking that shit-eating grin off of Dazai’s face, but he knows that level of active aggression would probably get him executed. “I said I like you, you disgusting Mackeral! That’s what you asked!”

“That’s not my name.”

“You didn’t say I had to call you by your name, bastard!” 

“Well, now you do~”

“Dazai-san.” Dazai clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “So formal, Chuuya. Do you hear me calling you Nakahara-san? We’re going to be partners, after all.”

“And I’d prefer Nakahara-san!” Dazai just keeps looking at him expectantly in dead silence until Chuuya finally gives in. “Osamu.”

Dazai’s face lights up, and he ruffles the redhead’s hair, knocking off his hat in the process, much to Chuuya’s annoyance, before leaning back on his elbows against the bar. “What a good doggy! You and I are going to get along just fine, pretty boy.”

Chuuya vehemently disagrees but decides against arguing, instead getting off his stool to retrieve his hat. After all, his blood pressure can only take so much of these interactions, and he refuses to allow this arrogant piece of shit to send him to an early grave.

#merc writes #bungou stray dogs #twin dark #soukuko #chuuzai #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs dazai #osamu dazai #tw drinking #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bungou stray dogs oneshot #they hate-love each other your honor #dazai is insufferable #just how I like him #and chuuya deserves a medal #<3

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/art/Runaway-Train-Act-II-Scene-7-928727440

The grey, cloudy sky—that was all Johnny could see.

It was only, what, ten minutes? To him, it could’ve been an hour or more. Stuck looking up into the storm, trapped in his own limp body, and with that awful strangling force wrapped around him—and that wasn’t even mentioning the terror of it all—it just turned every second into a lifetime. His eyes, unable to even blink, filled up with tears, both from the rain and from himself. All he could feel was them flowing down his cheeks. All he could do was cry. All he could see was grey. What was happening? Was everyone else seized by this force? Were the demons? And if those creatures weren’t stopped… if he could have, Johnny would’ve shaken at that thought. If any of them did anything, moved a claw against anyone, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop them. A familiar sense of uselessness crept up on him again, joining his fear. The amount of the tears he’d cried himself versus the ones put in his eyes tipped to the former side just a little. For that time, all was hopeless. The only thought in his mind was “please, let me go!”

Suddenly, everything jostled to one side (Johnny felt himself get knocked around, but his view didn’t change much) and then the boat stopped. The silence stretched on a moment longer. Had they finally reached the end? Then what would happen to him now? Anxiety sped his mind up. Why am I not free yet? We’re here, what’s—

Then, all at once, the world slammed back into him. The sound, the feel of the rain soaking him to the bone—he gasped the most starved breath he’d ever taken as his gaze finally broke from the sky. The first thought upon him was the demons. The demons- everyone else, oh God what’s happened?! His wide eyes darted around the dinghy, anxiety all in them. They had gotten to the dock on the other side of the car, it seemed, as they were up against another shabby wooden structure. To his relief and surprise, the demons were all running across it and out the door, away from the dinghy. Strangely, their tails hung between their legs, like dogs running in fear. As for everyone else, they seemed fine enough; Orla looked to be coming out of the same state he’d just been in, but everyone else seemed alert, if not a little terrified. Well, everyone but Salem and Anne, of course.

The girl was frowning in disappointment, her face still a touch red with emotion. She watched the demons go sadly, then turned to look down at her hands where they lay folded in her lap. “I wish I could have played with them… I didn’t mean to make them upset.”

Sally’s shaken expression suddenly sharpened to a point of shock, almost in awe. “Made them upset- you’re saying you did all that?” she asked. An impressed puff of air left her afterward. “Not bad at all…”

Salem, who had been in a state of giddy wonder this whole time, chimed in as usual: “Yeah, that was her!! Isn’t she awesome??” they exclaimed. Despite their praise, Anne remained mournful, but distinctly not sorry about what she’d done to them. She… this little girl, she had made that force. She had held their souls hostage. It had been enough to scare even demons away. She wasn’t even affected by what she’d done to them now. Almost involuntarily, Johnny shrank back against the wooden sides of the boat.

Breaking out of his own stupor, Curtis stood straight up in the dinghy. A dark look had suddenly come over his face. Without any hesitation, he grabbed Anne’s arm and took a step out onto the dock, yanking her after him. Though the way he was dragging her was rough enough to make Johnny flinch in sympathy, she herself was strangely unaffected; she seemed to go limp, like a ragdoll, the moment her arm was bound in Curtis’ grip. He recognized a familiar sense of helplessness in her young eyes; though she had just put them through all this terror, Johnny knew this was too far. Whatever Curtis thought he was doing, this was not at all the way to go about it.

Salem must have agreed, because they were pulling back on Anne’s other arm, futilely fighting against the sailor’s strength. “Hey, lay off!” they cried.

“You heartless brute!” Sally joined in, standing as well. “Do you have one bone in your body that isn’t so vicious? She’s just a little girl!”

“SHE’S DANGEROUS!!” Curtis snapped, whirling on them all. “She’s dangerous, and I’m getting rid of her! If she’s gonna freeze us up just to get what she wants, she has to go.” His eyes cut through them all, clean and cold as a knife. His face twisted in pure anger, his lips almost in a snarl. Johnny shrunk away again, out of fear from a much more immediately dangerous-seeming source than the limp girl in Curtis’ hands.

“If Anne’s going, then- then I’m going too!” Salem suddenly said, trying to put on a brave face. “And I mean it!” To emphasize their point, they stood up and took a step out of the dinghy.

They didn’t make it far away before Sally gently held them back. “No, you’re staying right here! No one is leaving, certainly not children!” Without any of the fear Johnny himself felt, she reached up and shoved Curtis away from Anne, further back onto the dock. “Really now, you’re just being plain cruel!”

“Yes, exactly!” Orla chirruped. “I was one of the ones just frozen, not you, and I wouldn’t like to see the kids off on their own! Have a heart, sir!” She stood behind Sally in support, hands on her shoulders, as if she was trying to scare Curtis off from potential retaliation by seeming all big and tough. Though he was absolutely sure she was ready to fight, Johnny also got the impression she probably didn’t actually care much about the kids. Either way, he was growing more and more afraid that her defense might be necessary.

The sailor could see he was slowly becoming outnumbered again, and Johnny knew he did. He glared out from under his brow at all of them, seeming to seethe and stew in bitterness now. However, there was something else in his eyes too, something Johnny almost couldn’t believe was really there. Was it… a glimmer of anxiety? Distress? Perhaps… fear? It was all muddled and complicated, tangled up like an unruly knot, but it was sure there. Something about it bolstered Johnny’s spirits and dispelled a little bit of his own fear. He sat up properly again, finishing with the cowering and shrinking. “We all know how dangerous this place can be,” he said. “We can’t just throw them out. Come on, Curtis!”

Their eyes met for a moment, rivalling each other yet again. After a moment, he finally relented; the anger in his eyes dissipated, leaving only bitterness and that strange something behind it. With a frustrated huff, Curtis began to storm off to the far corner of the dock. “We’ll wait for that other threat to our wellbeing to get here, I guess,” he muttered, still handing out orders despite his lack of power to be making them. Johnny got the impression he just felt better doing it right now. “We’ll decide what to do then. Now everyone get out of the boat and be quiet.”

Though all the companions were without a doubt indignant at this, there wasn’t much else to do; they’d already all agreed they weren’t leaving without Ed, after all. One after the other, the passengers helped each other out of the little dinghy. All strayed far away from Curtis, where he paced up and down one side. Soon enough, everyone was settled. All that was left to do was wait.

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