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#he might be a guy who drinks from his shoe but he sure does seem to have a love for good food

stuffeddeer · 4 months

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imagine mistaking beastzai as your usual dazai (you thought he wanted to be emo for a day) and like did usual silly cute things with him then dazai came home and he’s like HUH WHO IS THIS GUY R U CHEATING ON ME :(( but in the end you have… double boyfriends but one’s moody and one’s fucking annoying

anons that think alike omg telepathy … use ur powers for good!!! two asks in one btw i feel so productive

alsooo beast!dazai would be giddy like a child to be in the main tl w his love… he’d be twirling you around and enjoying what could’ve been before he has to go back!!! all dazais are cringy and in love w u it's true they told me themselves !!!!

“What’s with the outfit?” You spoke bluntly, clearly a little put off by the reappearance of the black coat and red scarf. “Dude, you look like Mori.” Harsh, sure, but your boyfriend worked so hard to walk alongside you in the light, so the last thing you wanted was to see what would’ve been, if not for —

Dazai smiled, seemingly amused. “Ah, love, it’s merely a costume. Thought you’d get a kick out of it,” he replies easily, pulling off the long red scarf: a staple of the Port Mafia’s boss.

His words help to relax you, letting out a small sigh as you push the coat off of his shoulders. “Let me grab you your coat, I know it’s around here somewhere…” You flittered about your shared apartment, pulling a backup brown coat from its spot buried underneath your closet. “This better suits you,” you speak under your breath as Dazai pulls it on. The fit seems a little… different. Is it somehow looser than normal? You frown.

“Thank you, love,” he repeated the same pet name. It felt as though he missed saying it, which doesn’t quite make sense.

You choose not to dwell on it — maybe seeing him in black again just rewired your brain for a moment. He’s alive and well in front of you and nothing else matters. A nod is all the reply Dazai gets before you slip on your shoes.

“I thought you might have headed to work early when I didn’t see you in bed this morning, but I guess that’s my fault for assuming the impossible,” you decide to tease.

Dazai easily slips behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin against your shoulder. “Mm… I love you, you know that? Let’s skip work today. We can spend time together, ‘kay?”

He’d always been unpredictable and spontaneous, so you merely laughed in response. “I don’t have work today, remember? But you still do.”

Shaking his head, he pouts — there’s the Dazai you love. “Nope!~ I refuse to go into work today. I’m spending my whole day with my love!” He practically jumps for joy, hands moving to gently hold your waist. “Let’s bake cookies.”

There isn’t much you can do, watching with an amused grin as Dazai unties your shoes before dragging you to the kitchen.

“It does not take two hours to make cookie dough…” you sigh, trying to jostle the white flour from your hair. “We baked cookies together, like, two weeks ago! How could we already have forgotten everything…”

Dazai grins, planting kiss after kiss on your cheeks, melted butter staining your skin from when he accidentally tried to drink from the cup you’d used to soften it. “Hard to remember much when I’m with you.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You chuckled, grabbing a towel from the counter to wipe both your face and his lips.

“Yep!~ It’s like.. my love is so pretty I can’t think when I’m around them! Oh, I could just die in… No! I don’t even want to die! I could live in your arms, grow old together and watch you get all frail and saggy,” Dazai speaks dreamily, swooning over the idea of growing old with you. How sweet.

You push him away gently and begin balling up the chocolate chip cookie dough, pressing it onto the silver pan you made Dazai buy when you first started staying over. “Saggy? No, I’ll be young and beautiful forever,” you joke, but Dazai only nods in response.

“It’s true! No one holds a candle to my love. Why, I wish I could spend every day just staring at you.” Dazai’s voice always sounded teasing when he was with you, but even as you put the last of the cookie dough onto the tray (only had enough to fill one, since Dazai kept spilling, throwing or eating the ingredients..) you could feel the genuineness in his words.

Oven preheated, you slid the sheet in to bake (making sure to start the timer) before turning to Dazai. Before you could get a word in, the front door to your shared apartment creaked open. Heart dropping to your stomach, you grabbed the closest thing to you: a whisk your boyfriend had licked clean. Said boyfriend only seemed to sigh, falling into a more somber mood, head hanging before he sent you a sad smile.

“I think the jig is up, love…”

Your name is called from the front door, the voice… suspiciously familiar. “Are you in there? You weren’t answering your phone and I got worried...” Dazai stepped into your apartment, hanging his keys by the door before turning around (an addition you made, since he tended to forget his and jumpscare you by picking the lock every few days).

The three of you stood still, no words spoken and the only sound being that of your metal whisk dropping to the floor. Spinning from one Dazai to the next, you wiped a splotch of flour from your shirt collar. You felt guilty for some reason, like you were at fault for not recognizing an imposter Dazai, and wanted to make yourself look more presentable.

“Awww, love!” The Dazai at the door pouts, throwing his coat on the floor as he quickly heads over to you. “Are you cheating on me?” He continues, slouching over you to impose as much of his weight as he can. You struggle for a moment, his bone crushing hug enveloping more than you expected.

Guilt still apparent as your tummy twisted, you shook your head. “I didn’t— “

The other Dazai, the one wearing a black tie and covered in various cookie ingredients pouted as well. “Maybe she’s cheating on me! I mean, I can’t believe my love moved in with another man…”

God, this was too confusing. You gently pushed Dazai A off of you, stepping back from the two. “I don’t— “

“I can’t believe this… I head to work early one time and now you’re making cookies for someone else!” Dazai A whined, face smooshed against the oven door’s glass in longing. “I’ll never be on time again! In fact, I think I’ll always have to be late.”

Dazai B pulled Dazai A back towards him by his collar, whispering obnoxiously, “I’ll share the cookies if you share the beautiful partner.”

Dazai A nods in approval, eyes closed and arms crossed like it was the easiest decision to make in the world. “I want half the sheet. And, I want a kiss…” He pouts towards you. Ugh, how annoying.

You deadpan towards the two, no longer feeling guilty. These two were just as much Dazai as they could get. Arms spread, you let Dazai A pull you into a hug so you can give him a proper welcome home kiss. “Both of you are obnoxious. Is that all I’m worth? Half a sheet of cookies?”

“Half a sheet of your cookies,” Dazai B grins. “That’s not something either of us would give up lightly.” The other Dazai nods in agreement.

Both of your stupid, annoying, clingy boyfriends tug on your sleeves, forcing you over to the couch so they can both receive your affections while the cookies bake.

the timer goes off after a while but they both whine about not wanting to let u get up. once you threaten letting the cookies burn they're quick to let go. i hate them both.

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ohnococo · 4 months

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Dating Your JJK Co-Workers - Restaurant AU

[Headcanons for Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, and Sukuna in a Restaurant AU - some SFW some NSFW]

Satoru Gojo

This 37 pieces of flair ass motherfucker. Jokes with customers like he knows them, slides in next to them in the booth while taking their orders, is WAY too enthusiastic about singing the non-copyrighted birthday song to people… you can’t even be mad though because holy shit does he rake in tips.

When you first meet him you’ll think he’s a helpful, but harmless goody-two-shoes. Always making his tables smile, helping the equally well-liked new guy Yuuji learn the ropes, just always chipper and never seems like he hates his job too outwardly. You learn that he doesn’t even drink and it just solidifies your first impression of him.

Then you get to know him and realise he’s a little messy. If there’s any gossip that might be pertinent information, he’s the one who knows it. He’s not out here telling anyone’s secrets that have been entrusted with him, of course, but he just always seems to know what’s happening, where it’s happening, and who it’s happening with. It makes him fun to talk to during breaks or when you have a moment in the back.

Then you go on a night out with the staff after work and realise… oh. He doesn’t drink, no, but when he does cut loose he’s out to party. Give him a little something else and he’s ready to go. He’s hard to keep up with too, going all night until sun up and then somehow showing up for work looking like nothing had happened the night before, bright and early. You’re not sure if he even slept, but there he is ready to do his job and anyone who hadn’t seen him off his head several hours prior is none the wiser.

Once he realises he has a thing for you, he’s pulling strings to get you two on the same shifts as much as possible. Helping run things to your tables and checking on them when your section is busy (but making sure you get all of the tips, of course). Satoru generally just looks after you in your day to day job.

You’re going to have to be okay with PDA once you’re dating him. If he isn’t actively checking on his tables or bringing them things, he’s hanging off of you. Hand in your pocket, chin on your shoulder watching you key in an order. He’ll pout if you don’t want to spend your break making out.

“I miss you…” “Satoru, our sections are right next to each other. We’ve been running into each other all day.” “Yeah but I miss you…”

Suguru Geto

The bar is his domain, his own little island separate from the drama and chaos of the rest of the restaurant. It’s the perfect place to stand for a second when things are getting to hectic, and he’s happy to let that happen, pretending that he needs to run the drink orders for your table by you to buy you a few seconds of not being shouted at or having to run around.

He isn’t overly flashy, but has a good read on people so he knows when to show off while making drinks, when to chat with people, and when to leave someone be.

Suguru is pretty strict on checking IDs and not over serving as well. He won’t hesitate to escort someone out himself if they’re getting pissy over getting cut off. It doesn’t happen too often, it’s a casual place where the food is the main focus, but still.

Generally stays out of the staff’s messiness, which makes it even more surprising that the person he’s closest to by far is Satoru Gojo, who absolutely does not stay out of everyone’s business. Gojo can often be found sitting on top his bar, and can be found getting told to get off his bar too.

You first get an inkling he likes you by how often he calls you over when you seem stressed. If it’s really bad he can convince Gojo, with his endless amounts of energy, to check in on your section for a few minutes while you get your wits about you.

He has a way of calming you, even if it’s just by watching him pour drinks and pull beers.

He’ll sometimes ask you to sit at his bar during your break if it’s pretty dead. He makes you a mocktail with a cute little umbrella in it too, giving you a smile that gives you immediate butterflies as he slides it over to you, pretending you’re a patron while you get off your feet for 15 mins.

When he asks you out he takes you somewhere very different from where you work, somewhere with soft music and drinks way nicer than the standard things he has to serve day to day. He’s soft with you, patient, and once you’re his, that's that.

The same way he’s the calm in the middle of the storm at work is the same way he is as your boyfriend. You can breathe with him and it’s nice. Sometimes when you’re stressed at work and way too busy to have your usual moment with him he’ll bring a drink out to a table for you instead of you having to retrieve it from his bar. He’ll give you a reassuring squeeze of your hand in passing and it calms your mind even as it sends butterflies through your stomach - reminding you to breathe as much as it reminds you of the very same way he squeezes your hand when he’s buried deep inside you.

Choso

The back of the house is BAD fucking energy. The three cooks have tension for various reasons and Sukuna is just a messy bitch that lives for drama. Choso, however, might be the nicest of them all, despite being a little different. He's officially a line cook but winds up doing a bit of everything.

He’s divisive amongst the staff. For some he's the epitome of that “I just wish you would stop saying odd shit.” meme. The others that get him, get him. He’s harmless though, and the wait staff especially appreciate his work ethic.

Choso is good at his job, doesn’t fuck around, and he likes cooking. Things that are monotonous and have some set expectations help the day go by fast for him. He actually enjoys focusing on chopping vegetables or making sauces even if he’s doing it all damn day. He takes his job fairly seriously and doesn’t mess around on the clock. Except for the way his half-brother Yuuji’s tickets get priority if the restaurant is busy… and eventually maybe yours do too.

He’s usually quiet other than the odd non sequitur, but sweet to basically everyone he works with in his own way, other than Sukuna. He even gets on with Toji, who is the reason Choso winds up working so many extra hours. When Toji does show up he’s efficient, clean, respects the kitchen, and doesn’t make Choso have to try and be sociable. That suits him just fine.

See, Choso just doesn’t always pick up on social cues the way people seem to expect him to, so it’s easier just to focus on his work. When he meets you though… it’s enough to distract him when you come to grab orders, or ask him a question about a dietary restriction or daily menu.

The first few times you talk to him it catches him off guard, and he stares at you like a deer in headlights. He’s grateful for your patience every time though, and he does eventually snap out of it and answer you. After a while he even goes out of his way to thank you when you pick up your plates. Not that he needed to… that was weird and unnecessary but he takes every chance he gets to speak to you. Especially since he’s usually rushing around back there and sometimes misses seeing you.

When he decides to just tell you he likes you (he might as well, half the staff seems to mess around with each other, so it’s okay since he really really likes you, right?) he asks his brother for advice. It’s weird for him, being the older brother he expects to be the one giving his younger sibling advice, but these things don’t come easily for him and they absolutely do for Yuuji. He’s grateful to his brother for being so non judgemental with him, and even more grateful that the advice he was dubious of - being honest, being himself - pays off when you agree to hang out with him after work.

The advice stays in Choso’s head, and makes your budding relationship easier for it: he’s always himself with you, always honest. Telling you when he’s nervous, telling you when he wants to kiss you, telling you when he wants to be your boyfriend, to spend all his time with you even if it was just sitting in the same room doing separate things.

Toji Fushiguro

No one really knows exactly how this motherfucker still has a job.

He’s a cook and he's good at it, don’t get me wrong. You could even call him a chef if he weren't slinging cheap food. He's efficient, runs a tight kitchen, but he just doesn’t even show up half the fucking time. Or he’ll be gone for like a month (and none of you have that kind of time off) and everyone thinks he’s finally actually fired but then there he is one day, dicing onions like he’s on iron chef or something.

He’s that one guy on staff who has been there for years but no one knows shit about him. Or they think they do but it might just be rumours that someone heard from someone else who used to work there. Never volunteers information, never goes out with everyone after work (unless someone else is paying…), and IF he shows up he’s gone the second his shift is over - do not ask him questions, do not talk to him, BYE.

Still, he’s friendly enough when he’s at work. He’s a relentless flirt when it comes to some of the staff, but in that kind of easy, confident way where you think he’s not really serious. Especially flirty with the older manager which, come to think of it, maybe that’s why he’s still employed…

When you start working there you don’t expect to be the one that starts actually getting to know Toji. Like, actually know him. Know about him. It surprises you the first time it happens. You’re having a little back and forth at work, flirting a little, laughing and hitting his arm when he teases you because of course you try to get a feel of his biceps even in a way that seems playful. Then he mentions something about his childhood. Something innocuous, tinged with a little sadness, but you might not have caught it if you hadn’t gotten used to his little micro-expressions. You don’t draw attention to it, you just continue as normal, as if it weren’t some kind of breadcrumb, and hope it happens again.

It does, a few times, and eventually one of those breadcrumbs he drops is him asking you out for a drink. On him. It’s how you learn that Toji likes to take care of people when he really likes them. He just doesn’t really like that many people.

You eventually even find out that he disappears from work so often because he’s taking up different odd jobs, not liking to be bored, not liking to be idle or feel trapped. He always comes back though, he has a little rotation of places he chooses to be, things he chooses to do. He has to force himself into a routine, even if they’re broken up into different routines every now and again.

The first time he brings you back to his place it feels like something special and the first time you two have sex, well, that is something special.

As far as everyone else at work is concerned, nothing has changed. Toji still doesn’t open up to others, he’s still out of the kitchen the second his shift is done, but he waits in the parking lot. He waits for you.

Ryomen Sukuna

Also a cook in the kitchen, and has beef with eeeeveryooooone. He’s always running his mouth, always late, and generally doesn’t give a shit. Wait staff are scared when someone sends their food back and he’s who they have to ask to remake it.

Not even his brother is exempt from his attitude, in fact Yuuji gets the worst of it.

He fucks around most of the time and it pisses Choso off. It doesn’t help that Choso has weird feelings towards him because he’s full brothers with Yuuji and doesn’t seem to have that same protective streak (or appreciation of their shared parent). Things just get tense back there because of that.

Sukuna can’t fucking stand how Toji doesn’t show up half the time and they end up busting ass to make up for it. It’s pretty hypocritical of him considering he shows up very, very late for his shifts and dicks around out back or in the walk-in constantly.

There’s always an argument when Toji finally does show up, but it doesn’t last long because neither of them are the type to raise their voices. It’s just tense energy, sarcasm, and lots of face pulling between the two of them. It's a weird one because they both will have a problem with someone on sight… but also both don’t give too much of a shit about anything really.

Honestly he only has the job for a more steady income stream and something legal on paper, because it's definitely not his only income, so to speak.

You know that co-worker you warn newbies about? Especially if those newbies are pretty girls who don’t always know how to spot a scumbag? Yeah, that's Sukuna. With his sharp wit, handsome face, and unusually nice car. He gets a little thrill out of fucking a cute waitress in the walk-in fridge (or his car in the parking lot if they’re shy). He doesn’t care how awkward it is once he starts ignoring them at work, and not answering their texts. Good thing there’s a high turnover rate here…

You get warned about Sukuna, hell maybe even see him in action. Flirting, clearly hooking up with, and then ghosting another new hire. Still… you can’t help having a thing for him.

So you decide it’ll be casual, and God does it seem worth it. He’s fun, exciting, and he fucks like an animal. You’re surprised at the things he gets you to do, but you love every second of it. If only you weren’t sort of kind of starting to catch feelings.

“Dating” Sukuna is more of a situationship, to be honest. Yeah you flirt at work, yeah he playfully asks “where’d you get all those cute little hickeys on your neck” in front of everyone, yeah he eats you out in the walk-in, and yeah he gets pissy if he happens to see you being what he considers flirty with a customer (aka being friendly and trying to actually get some tips). You argue with him often, getting his hackles up and acting as if he doesn’t even like you if he feels like you’re implying he might be jealous. But then the very next night it’s business as usual and he has an arm over you at all times while you spend the night in his bed - grumbling in his sleep if you try to move anywhere but as close to him as possible. It’s complicated.

BONUS:

The energy in the kitchen is weird. If it’s one person on shift at a time it’s fine, or even if it’s Choso and Toji. But all three? You just don’t even want to be there half the time, grabbing plates of food and heading back out front asap.

When it’s Toji and Sukuna though… it’s interesting. Bad-interesting half the time, but you can’t help being fascinated by that odd tension between them.

You tease Sukuna about it one night, laying in his bed naked, and it plants a seed in his head. Toji had flirted with you a little when you first got hired, because of course he had. He hadn’t stopped once it was clear you were fooling around with Sukuna either. Not that he minded, he wanted to fuck your as soon as he met you, of course Toji had too. He was smart. Flaky, sure, but smart. And you had flirted back…

The next day at work the two men seem to be getting along, and it’s almost more unsettling than when they hadn’t. You don’t know that they’ve had a little chat of their own, cutting to the chase as they usually did with each other because you can’t bullshit a bullshitter, can you?

You don’t know just how much they find out they have in common after their little chat, just how many of their interests align.

You don’t know that they’re planning on stuffing you full of their cocks that very night.

#my writing #jjk headcanons #reminder minors and ageless blogs get blocked #gojo #geto #choso #toji #sukuna #gojo x reader #geto x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #ryomen sukuna #restaurant au

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familyvideostevie · 7 months

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october twelfth

day twelve: james potter you encounter james at the bus stop | fluff, pre-relationship, flirty friends | 1.1k

The dark clouds loom ominously as you wait for the bus. It’s the best way to get to the pub for the birthday party you’ve been invited to. You don’t know the birthday girl that well, but Lily invited you because she’s nice like that and you don’t have anything else to do tonight.

Your small gift — a bottle of wine — is in your bag and you’re glad you brought your umbrella because you are almost positive it’s going to start raining any second and you’ve got a nice outfit on.

A fall wind rips down the street and you pull your coat closer, eager to be at the pub already with a drink in your hand to warm you up. You wonder who else will be there. Frank, of course, and Lily and the girls. Sirius and Remus and…James. They’re all new friends, all people who seem to like you, and you can’t help but hope that one person in particular will be there.

And then the skies open. You fumble with your umbrella for just a second before it pops open and keeps you dry. It’s absurdly big — an old flatmate left it behind when she moved out so you took it. You could fit three people under here and you hope the wind dies down otherwise you might be like Mary Poppins flying down the street pretty soon.

You check your watch. The bus isn’t due for almost ten minutes.

There isn’t anyone else waiting for the bus though the street isn’t deserted, instead dotted with people pulling out their umbrellas and hurrying to wherever they’re headed. Heavy footsteps clomp to your right and you turn to see who is running in this weather. It’s someone rather tall who inspects the bus stop sign and then curses. He pulls off his wet glasses and runs a hand through dripping dark hair.

Oh shit, you think. You know this guy.

“James?” you call. You don’t know if he’ll recognize you, truly, even if you’re a bit infatuated with him, but you’ve met him a few times at dinners and parties and such, so surely he will? You think of him as Lily’s cutest ex-boyfriend in your head to stop yourself from calling him hot James.

He looks up at you, squints, then puts his glasses back on and grins.

He calls your name and waves but doesn’t move. Thank god he remembers it. “James, come here. You’re going to get soaked!”

Water splashes under his shoes as he jogs over and under your umbrella. It’s big, sure, but it feels much smaller with him hunched under it with you.

“Bit late for that,” he says. “Can I hold it?” He’s taller than any of your other friends so you hand over the handle and he shuffles a bit closer, raising the canopy to a better height for him. “Thank you,” he says with genuine warmth.

“Of course,” you reply automatically. You get a bit silly around him, which Lily has teased you about, but you can’t help it. He’s so handsome and quite flirty and very nice.

“Are you going to Alice’s birthday?”

You nod and he grins again.

“Brilliant,” he says. “I am too. Thought I’d miss the bus so I left without one of these.”

James strikes you as someone who does not carry an umbrella even when he knows it’s going to rain. You wonder if he lives around here. Maybe you’re neighbors.

“Lucky I’m here then.”

He turns his body a bit so he’s facing you more directly. “Yes, lucky indeed.”

“What did you get her?” you ask. How do you make small talk, again? You’re not terribly sure how to speak to James. All you know about him is that he and Lily dated at school, he’s tall and handsome, and he plays some sort of sport. And you’ve certainly got a small, tiny, totally manageable crush on him.

“What?”

“Alice,” you clarify. “For her birthday.”

“Oh,” he says. He looks sheepish. “I forgot, actually. Bit classic of me, I’m afraid. What did you get?”

“Wine.”

“Clever girl,” he says. You feel warm down to your toes. “She loves wine.” He sounds genuine in his praise. “I’ll just buy her some shots when we get there.”

You like how quickly this has turned into we, even if you’re just taking the same bus to the same party. It feels nice to be going with him. There’s something about him that’s…magnetic.

“When is your birthday?” you ask.

James looks a bit surprised. You’ve surprised yourself. Water runs down his nose as he studies you. “March,” he says. “The 27th.”

“Aries,” you say softly.

He winks, so quick you might have imagined it. “Well done. When’s yours?”

You tell him and he nods. “I’m no good with star signs, I’m afraid, so I’ve no idea which one you are.”

He sounds so genuinely put out that you laugh. James chuckles with you.

“Why do you ask?” Great question.

You shrug. “I just like to know. Maybe I’ll get you a present.”

James looks delighted. “Really? Well, now I’m absolutely getting you one.” Is this flirting? Are you flirting with James Potter under your own umbrella while waiting for the bus?

“I guess you’ll have to find out,” you say, nose turned up. Your face feels a bit hot despite the chill. You’re about to make another quip when James moves very quickly and suddenly his arm is around you, tugging you away from the curb moments before a car rushes by and sprays water all over where you were standing.

“Sorry,” he says. He releases you and situates himself so that the umbrella handle is between you once more. “Saw that coming. And those are nice shoes.”

“Thank you,” you say, a bit shy. You would like him to touch you again.

“In fact, all of you looks quite lovely despite the fact that it’s raining absolute buckets.”

Yeah, definetly flirting. “James,” you chastise, but he looks downright pleased that he’s flustered you.

The bus rounds the corner.

“And we were just starting to have fun.” He fumbles for his bus pass in his pocket. “Will you sit with me?” A silly question.

“Of course,” you say through a smile. “You can hold this, though.” You point to the umbrella. “Don’t let it drip on my shoes.”

He gasps as the bus pulls to a stop. “I’d never.” His palm is firm on your back for just a second before you get on the bus. Maybe tonight’s birthday party will be more fun than you’d hoped.

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slaymitchabernathy · 1 month

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Field Mouse

District Twelve is filled with rats. Vermin. Infested in fact. That's the first thing Coriolanus Snow learns when he gets off the train at the station. At night he tries to soothe himself to sleep by telling himself that by all technicality, he's sleeping in the cleanest place there is in this sad excuse for a District.

Not that the Peacekeeper base is top tier. Because it's not.

His penthouse on the Corso is top-tier. But here he was, sweating as he loaded crates and barrels onto trucks in the sweltering heat of June. "Got here right in time Gent," his bunkmate Smiley jokes.

Coriolanus has to withstand the urge to roll his eyes at his friend's playful jest. There is nothing right about him being here. There is nothing good about District Twelve. There is nothing worth visiting District Twelve for and...oh.

Well, what does he have here?

Coriolanus had almost forgotten that women inhabited this part of Panem. It doesn't mean they're pretty, but they all share that one special thing between their legs and that's good enough for him.

His other bunkmate Beanpole takes notice of the change in Coriolanus's demeanor and nudges him, "We're going down to the Hob tomorrow night. You should come, meet the locals." He wiggles his eyebrows as he says the last part and Coriolanus grins. "Sounds like a plan."

If he were in the Capitol, he would've put a lot of time and effort into his appearance. He would've made sure his shirt was free of any wrinkles, that his shoes weren't scuffed, that his curls were styled just the right way.

But he's not in the Capitol. His shirt consists of the uniform every Peacekeeper is given when they arrive at the base. His shoes are heavy-duty boots, and he gets yelled at if his laces are undone. And his golden, precious curls are gone. Shaved off before he even left the Capitol.

He runs a hand through his buzzed hair as they all step into the Hob. According to Smiley, it's some sort of black-market the locals have put together. The Peacekeepers normally turn a blind eye since it's one of the only places you can get alcohol for a decent price, along with a good time with a girl.

Coriolanus surveys the room for a moment, locating all the exits and entry points. It seems there's one way in and one way out. A major fire hazard but who cares? "Let's get some drinks," Smiley shouts into his ear. It's loud in here, and it smells a little but Coriolanus nods, everything's more tolerable when you're drunk.

They get some drinks from a vendor who's running the bar who eyes them wearily until Smiley produces some coins. Then they're welcomed customers. "Folks around here are a bit scared off by us," he explains to Coriolanus, tugging on his blue shirt, "they can spot the uniform from a mile away."

Coriolanus was always able to identify the Peacekeepers in the Capitol, but he doesn't tell Smiley that. Peacekeepers were a beacon of security and safety to Capitol citizens. Here, they're practically terrorists.

It's like a sudden silence falls over the room before a girl comes scampering out onto the makeshift stage they have set up in the Hob, and she's hollering about all sorts of things. Coriolanus doesn't really pay her any mind, or the other's that join her and strike up a tune. Live music is always appreciated so he keeps on talking to Smiley about when he thinks Hoff might stop making them carry hundreds of crates back and forth from the base.

Coriolanus has always been perceptive, and that's how he spots a small disturbance in the crowd. It's between a girl and a guy and the two are arguing about something with such passion. Well, the guy is at least. The girl won't seem to give him the time of day as she pushes her way through the crowd that seems to make way for her, but not for him.

It's hard to make out her face in the dim lighting, but she looks pretty. Well, pretty for a girl in the Districts. She's making her way towards him. Towards the bar most likely. As they get closer Coriolanus can make out more of what the guy is saying.

"...didn't mean it! You know I would never get with her, you're the one for me Soarynn."

Soarynn. What a pretty name. And the closer she gets he can see that she's very pretty. Coriolanus decides that he'd be chasing her too if she was running away from him.

She finally reaches the bar, not sparing any Peacekeepers a glance as she goes to order. She doesn't get far before the guy grabs her arm and pulls her back. Coriolanus tightens his grip on his drink. He hates District people all the same, even if they're pretty girls. But there's just something about a guy bothering a girl that he hates.

"I didn't cheat so stop walkin' away from me!" He cries, frustration written all over his grimy face. Soarynn pulls her arm from his grasp, "I don't care what you did or didn't do, we're over Billy Taupe. Go find some new girl to follow around." She tries to step back but this Billy Taupe is relentless and clearly drunk because he goes to grab her waist. Soarynn doesn't hesitate to slap him across the face and several people let out low whistles at the public fight.

Coriolanus shakes his head and focuses back on Smiley, figuring the argument is over now that she's shown him a thing or two. So when he watches from the corner of his eye as Billy Taupe grabs her by the hair and starts screaming bloody murder, he's the first to react and leap to action.

She looks so scared in his grasp, trying to get away and Coriolanus doesn't hesitate to grab the drunk by the shoulders and pull him back. Soarynn manages to get out of Billy Taupe's grasp and watches wide-eyed as Coriolanus turns him around and socks him across the face.

Now it's a fight.

There's yelling from both sides, miners and Peacekeepers alike as Coriolanus punches Billy Taupe again. He tries to fight back and manages to snag him in his lip, but he's no match for Coriolanus who's much taller and more sober. Coriolanus lands one more punch, watching as blood gushes from Billy Taupe's nose.

The Hob is buzzing with noise now, people are screaming and arguing while the two boys are now on the floor. Even though he can barely hear himself think, he grabs Billy Taupe by the collar, pulling him off the ground, "Don't ever touch her again," he spits out before letting go of that sorry excuse of a person.

It's Beanpole who's pulling him off the ground, saying how they need to leave before backup gets here. The crowd makes it hard to move in any direction but they don't seem to be too mad at him. He gets some dirty looks but that's about it. Coriolanus only glances behind him once to see Soarynn looking right at him, her eyes wide and watching as he leaves.

The boys clap him on the back as they walk back to the base, "You sure-handed his ass to him," Beanpole laughs, "thought we'd never get you off of him."

Coriolanus shrugged, his lip had a small cut on it, which meant bruise, swelling, the whole nine yards really.

"I was just doing my job."

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He's felt someone's eyes on him since they pulled into the town square. But Coriolanus can't seem to find who's watching him. They're loading crates, again. It seems that the newer Peacekeepers are tasked with all the grunt work no one wants to be bothered with.

"Take a break!" The commanding officer yells, wiping sweat off his own brow before walking into the nearest establishment for reprieve which just so happens to be the bakery. Coriolanus watches him for a moment, his eyes scanning the bakery windows and then he sees her.

Sees those eyes.

Soarynn's eyes widen momentarily before a small smile spreads across her lips and she walks away from the window. Coriolanus looks around to see if anyone else notices her but everyone's too caught up in their misery with the heat to even look at him. Beanpole and Smiley are leaning up against the truck so he decides to stray from the group, do some recon if you will.

He can't go into the bakery, not with the officer still inside. But he can peek in, try and see her. He's walking by the alley when he hears a whistle. His head snaps towards the narrow road in between the barkey and another establishment but he sees nothing. In the movies he's seen this is the part where you run in the other direction.

He goes into the alley.

He walks further and further, passing by a small gate when a hand reaches out and grabs him. Coriolanus nearly jumps out of his skin when he's pulled to the side, his hand immediately going for his gun when he looks down and sees that it's her.

It's Soarynn.

She smiles up at him, her hand still on his arm, "Hi."

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows before replying, "Hello. Is there a reason as to why you lured me into this alley?"

Soarynn laughs and it sounds so sweet, sweet like honey. "I wanted to thank you for the other night. You were real noble saving me from the likes of Billy Taupe."

"Is he your boyfriend?" Coriolanus blurts out, watching her face slightly falter as if she's deciding whether or not to tell him the truth. "He was," she says slowly, swaying back and forth on her heels, taking her hand off his arm, "then I caught him cheatin' on me."

Coriolanus can't help the look of surprise on his face, out of all the women he's seen in District Twelve, Soarynn is by far the prettiest. "Why would he cheat on you?" He asks, "Doesn't make sense to cheat on a sweet girl like you."

Soarynn grins, tilting her head, "Boys will drop a shiny coin to pick up a pebble sweetheart, just the way it is." She looks him up and down then, taking in his current state, hot and sweaty. He must look very handsome right now. "They got y'all workin' hard with those crates. Been watchin' you all morning."

Coriolanus isn't used to this, how forward this girl is with him. In the Capitol, it's all about soft giggles and practiced glances. But this girl is putting it all out there so he might as well too. "You like looking at me?" He asks her, taking a step towards her. She doesn't back up. "Mhm. I like lookin' at pretty boys like you," she purrs, her fingers coming up to touch his dog tags, "especially pretty boys who come to my rescue." She grabs his tags, yanking him down until he's at eye level with her, she turns his tags in her fingers, not even looking at him.

For some reason, he finds that attractive. How she won't give him the time of day right now even though she's the whole reason he's in this alley.

She reads his dog tags, "Coriolanus Snow," she says, finally looking him in the eye and she looks rather impressed. "Eighteen years old, six-foot-two, Capitol born," she smirks at the last part. "I've never met a Capitol boy like you before. You miss home?" He doesn't miss a beat, "Yes." Soarynn laughs and nods her head, "I would too, especially if I ended up here."

She lets go of his tags but he doesn't rise to his full height, he stays down there with her. "Do you have a job?" She shrugs, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Depends which way the wind blows I guess." Coriolanus bites his lip, his bruised lip and she notices, reaches out, and touches it without even asking, "Sorry about your lip. Billy Taupe can throw a nasty punch when he's angry."

Suddenly his stomach is in knots thinking about how she knows what it feels like to be punched by Billy Taupe. "He ever hit you?"

That seems to be the question that scares her off the most, he can almost see her putting her walls back up, "I'm not with him anymore. Don't need to worry about who he's punchin' or kissin' for that matter."

So he's hit her before. That's fine. Perfectly fine.

A sharp whistle pulls the two out of their tense little world and Coriolanus straightens back up, leaning out to see they're finally packing up and heading back to the base. "I'd like to see you again," he says, looking down at her. Her hair is parted down the middle, it's blonde and it looks so soft. Her tan skin is fairly clean and she's got these eyes he can't look away from. They're blue with a hint of gray. Freckles cover her face and her pink lips curl up into a smile, "You wanna see little old me again? After all the trouble I've caused you?" She asks, feigning surprise.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes and nods, "I'll take my chances." Soarynn hums, bouncing on her toes, "I'll be at the Hob this Friday. 'Course you can always come see me in the Seam." He furrows his brows, the Seam?

Soarynn giggles, "Oh so you're really new to District Twelve huh? I'll see you on Friday then. Coriolanus Snow." She slips something in his hand before she spins around, walking up two stairs and opening a door. He has no clue where it leads or where she's going but he's nodding and watching her leave.

It's only when he's sitting in the back of the truck that he looks to see what she gave him. It's a ribbon. Pink, silky, probably cost her a small fortune. Smiley looks over and his eyebrows raise, "Where'd you get that?" Coriolanus finds it incredibly rude of Smiley to insert himself somewhere he has no business being, but perhaps sharing this little secret will pay off in the end. After all, Smiley is much more knowledgeable about this place than he is at the moment. "That girl from the Hob," he says, his voice hushed, his fist curling around the ribbon.

Smiley grins, "Looks like she's being sweet on you if she gave you that. Must make you her hero or something since you saved her from that guy."

Coriolanus frowns because it makes perfect sense why Soarynn would like him and be so sweet to him. He protected her. He saved her. But he's a Peacekeeper. He's seen the way people look at him, at his friends, his bosses. All they see is Capitol dogs.

"But I'm a Peacekeeper," he points out, "she should hate me for what I do."

The truck jostles and Coriolanus knows they're back on base, and watches the gates close behind them. Home sweet home.

Smiley chuckles, "Sounds like she's one of those girls who has a thing for Peacekeepers. Some women love men with authority so we're the perfect fit for them, makes them feel like they're special."

Well, this was news to Coriolanus. He'd grown up hating District people and always assumed that they did the same. Which meant something must be really wrong with this girl.

The truck finally came to a stop and they hopped out, the ribbon still clutched in his hand. It was pretty, like her. And he didn't get a whole lot of pretty out here in Twelve, surrounded by sweaty, grumbling men.

Smiley bumped his shoulder with him, "They're like bees to honey with us, can't get enough.”

Everyone begins walking towards the mess hall. Cookie made something fried tonight from what he can smell and everyone wants a bite, but Coriolanus lingers behind.

Looking at that pink ribbon. It’s soft, it sure would look pretty in her hair.

“…like bees to honey…”

Those words play over and over in his head for the rest of the day, rest of the night. Surely he hasn’t misread the situation, her actions. She gave him that ribbon to remember her, so he’d think about her until they saw each other again. She even told him where she lived! Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.

“Hey Beanpole,” he says, not moving from his position on his bunk. They have an hour of free time before its lights out and Coriolanus has been using it to mull over his possibilities with Soarynn.

“Yeah, Gent?”

Coriolanus debates how much he should ask, how much he should tell. Because at the end of the day, he’s here to work, to suffer, to serve. Hoff hasn’t directly said they couldn’t be in relationships but he has a feeling that they’re rather frowned upon. Especially with new recruits. Especially with District girls.

“Where’s the Seam?”

The laugh he gets from Beanpole makes him wonder if it’s so obvious. Clearly, there aren’t big signs in town pointing in every which direction but still, it seems to be a valid question.

“The Seam is the south side of nowhere my friend. It’s rock bottom.”

Oh, so she’s poor.

Or her family is poor at least which makes her poor. If only he could take her back with him to the Capitol, show her true wealth.

“I’ll point you in the right direction when we stop by town tomorrow,” his bunkmate offers. Coriolanus thanks him before rolling over in his bunk, staring at the wall. This is a bad idea, he thinks. But what’s the worst that can happen? A little heartbreak never killed anybody.

Right?

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“Just keep walking down that road and you’ll reach the Seam,” Beanpole said, giving Coriolanus a pat on the back like he’d need it.

Coriolanus nodded and soldiered on towards the Seam, a bag of ice clutched in his hand. It took some convincing from Cookie, but he managed a decent-sized bag, figuring Soarynn might enjoy some ice. The further he walks the more he realizes why Beanpole wished him luck. The Seam is where poor, poor, poor people live.

The houses can barely hold themselves together, the roofs are sagging, the grass is dead, the fences are leaning and Coriolanus is about to start running.

But he can’t.

He needs to be a man, a better man. At least a better man than Billy Taupe which shouldn’t be hard since he hits his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, Coriolanus reminds himself as he comes across a man working on his front fence. The man looks normal enough until Coriolanus asks him for directions and he realizes the man is missing his two front teeth.

“I’m looking for a girl,” he starts and the man lets out a wheeze, slapping his knee. “Aren’t we all?” He asks, throwing his head back. Coriolanus sighs, leave it to him to ask this absolute nut job for directions. “Her name is Soarynn,” he continues, “she said she lives in the Seam.” That seems to sober the man up long enough to think, “Oh the blonde girl,” he snaps his fingers, “she lives at the end of the road.”

Of course, she does.

Coriolanus thanks the man before continuing his trek to her house. It’s positively sweltering and he’s glad he had forgone the long-sleeved part of his Peacekeeper uniform. Today it’s the pants and the white shirt. Simple. He’s hoping for handsome but his sweat isn’t helping.

When he finally reaches her house he’s passed a number of people on the street, all looking at him strangely as if he’s the odd one out. Shouldn’t these people be working? No wonder this country was such a mess.

Soarynn’s house is gray but that seems to be a recurring theme in the Seam. It looks to be about two stories although he wouldn’t try the second floor if he was smart. There’s a rickety porch and he cautiously makes his way up the steps and knocks on the door.

There’s the chance that no one’s home. With his luck, her dad will answer the door.

When the door opens he almost wishes it was her dad answering. It’s a boy. His age, brown hair, tan skin, shirtless. They’re about the same height and they immediately size each other up because what else do teenage boys do?

Finally, the brown-haired boy smirks and looks over his shoulder, “Your pretty boy is here Soarynn.”

His heart beats a little faster at the nickname. One, because it’s a nickname and Coriolanus only has two other nicknames, Gent and Coryo. Both reserved for very different people. Two, because it means she’s talked about him since they last saw each other. It’s only been two days but still.

He can hear a bit of scuffling before Soarynn pushes her way to the front door, shoving the other boy back into the house, “Don’t make me get my earplugs,” the boy says to her. Soarynn looks up and shoots him a nasty look before jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow, “Go fishin’ Jett, and don’t tell no one either.”

Jett, it seems, simply holds his hands up before shooting Coriolanus one more look and disappearing into the house.

Coriolanus can feel his bottom lip twitching. Who was that? At first he feared the worst, that she might already be with someone else, but their dynamic doesn’t seem that way.

“My cousin,” Soarynn says as if reading his mind.

Coriolanus finally looks down at her and isn’t she just something? Her hair’s been thrown up in a messy bun, a few pieces falling out here and there. She’s wearing a dress with thin straps, it’s light blue and it looks like it’s been worn to death. He isn’t even trying to notice but she’s got no bra on and she doesn’t seem to care that he’s seeing her this way, so exposed right now.

“I thought I might never find this place,” he says, not wanting to expand on her cousin anymore if he can help it. Soarynn gives him a small smile and leans against the doorframe as if the house won’t fall over from her small amount of weight. “But you found me,” she tells him, some pride in her tone.

Coriolanus swallows, “I did.” He looks into the house to see if he can find anyone else but it seems to be empty. Soarynn catches him looking because she seems to notice everything and straightens back up, “Why don’t we go to the meadow?”

The meadow? A possibly desirable place in this wasteland?

“Sounds good to me.”

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Soarynn doesn’t wear any shoes when they go to the meadow. It’s quite literally right behind her house which makes it easier, but still. What if she stepped on something or got bit? She doesn’t seem to care.

She leads him to a large oak tree where there’s a rock under it, the perfect size for the both of them to perch on. At least that’s what she tells him.

“I come bearing gifts,” he says, settling down on the rock.

Soarynn tilts her head and pulls her knees up to her chest, “You don't say.”

Even though he’s sure she already saw it he makes a big show of producing the ice. It’s not even the satisfaction of knowing he provided for her that makes him happy, it’s the big smile that spreads across her face when she sees the bag.

“Well this is a gift good as any,” she says with a laugh, grabbing the bottom of the bag to feel how cold it is. “Y’all got ice on that Peacekeeper base?”

Coriolanus nods while untying the bag, offering her a cube. Soarynn simply opens her mouth and he doesn’t falter to drop the cube into her mouth, watching her work on it for a minute. “Thank you for the ribbon by the way. You didn’t have to give me a gift.”

Soarynn raises her eyebrows and looks out into the meadow, “Wasn’t much of a gift as it was a token. A token of my affection,” she states matter of factly.

Coriolanus grins, “Does that mean you might show me some affection today?”

Soarynn shoots him a flirtatious look, “Might show you somethin’ more if you keep it up pretty boy.”

That’s what he likes most about her he thinks, how she can dish as well as she can take it.

He wonders what else she can take.

“Have you ever been with a Peacekeeper before?” He asks, curious to see if Smiley is right and if he’s her third victim of the month. He’s sure there are girls like that, finding some new boy the second their old one gets shipped off to some new District.

Soarynn bites her lip, “Been with a Peacekeeper in what way? Sexually?”

Well, he hadn’t meant that but there’s no going back now he supposes, “In any way shape, or form,” he decides, popping two ice cubes into his own mouth. He doesn’t suck on them like Soarynn does like she’s trying to savor them because she doesn’t know the next time she’ll get ice. He can get as much ice as he damn well pleases back at the base.

“Nope, y’all aren’t really my type,” she says with a smile, gigging when Coriolanus gasps as if offended. “But you’re here with me,” he points out, “and why aren’t we your type?”

Soarynn pretends to think for a second before answering, “I like boys with longer hair.”

Oh, that hurts. If only he could show her how long his curls used to be. She’d be on him in seconds if she knew.

“Well, I didn’t get much say in the matter. Have you ever cut your hair?”

Soarynn shakes her head, her nose slightly wrinkling as if the very thought of it is repulsive. “Never cut it. Some women are superstitious about cuttin’ their hair, I just never had the urge to do it. Plus if I ever did have to cut it to sell it, I’d like to get my money's worth.”

Is this what it’s come to in the Districts? Cutting hair to sell it? Who wants to buy hair?

Coriolanus takes another good look at Soarynn. It’s hard to imagine her hair chopped to her shoulders but he thinks she’d look pretty still. She’s got the right face shape for it and her jaw juts out in just the right way. His eyes wander down her small, slender frame. If she was naked he’s sure she’d be all skin and bones, you can probably see how many ribs she has.

He remembers what that was like. Being poor and hungry. The worst two feelings in the world. But she seems happy as she gazes out into the meadow. Can’t miss what you never had he decides.

“You know, if you ever need money…I could help you out. Of help with whatever you need,” he says, already feeling like more of a hero to her.

Soarynn snorts and he frowns, what’s so funny? When she sees his expression she laughs even harder and shakes her head, “You don’t need to be my hero sweetheart. I really appreciate it but I don’t want your money.”

Well, then what does she want?

Coriolanus scratches the back of his neck, “Is there anything you from me then?”

He’d sure hope so. Here he was with this girl out in the middle of nowhere when he could be back on base with cool air blowing all around him.

Soarynn peered up at him through her long eyelashes, “I can think of a few things,” she mumbles with a grin.

At least they’re somewhat on the same page now.

Coriolanus doesn’t hesitate to lean in, his hand cupping her face as his lips press against hers. Her lips taste like sweet syrup and she smells like vanilla. Soarynn’s hands rest on his biceps, slightly squeezing them. His training has given him muscles he’s never seen before and he’s not complaining.

He drops the bag of ice to grab her waist with his other hand, his palm pressing into the back of her spine through her dress. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, one of her hands coming up into his hair, carding her fingers through it. She smiles against his lips, “Might just make an exception for you and your buzzed hair,” she mumbles. He pulls her in closer, wishing he could crawl into her skin and never let her go.

Soarynn isn’t the first girl he’s kissed and he doubts she’ll be the last. But right now she’s the only one who matters, the only person that matters here in District Twelve. Besides him of course.

He gets her to lie down on the rock, propping himself over her while they explore each other’s mouths. She’s so soft and sweet, and small, he likes how much bigger he is compared to her. How he could break her in half if he really wanted to.

They’re much more handsy once she’s lying down. Her hands slip under his white shirt, her fingertips tracing over his sculpted abdomen sending shivers down his back. Coriolanus presses one more kiss to her lips before kissing down her jaw, peppering her neck with kisses while his hand slips onto her thigh. He should probably ask if she’s okay with this, if she wants more, wants less. If she’s a virgin.

Probably not.

A girl like her knows a thing or two about men and their sexual urges.

His hand slips under her dress and he can feel the fabric of her panties. They’re probably old, well-worn, maybe the only pair she owns. Who knows what they can afford out here in Twelve.

Just as his hand is slipping under the fabric of her panties, a hissing sound pulls Coriolanus from his lustful haze. He glances to the right and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees a snake has slithered its way onto the rock.

“Shit,” he swears, getting off of her so they can both run. Soarynn’s eyes fly open, most likely confused as to why he’s stopped kissing her and she looks over to see the reptile currently threatening their lives. “Oh, hey there little fella.”

Coriolanus is on his feet within seconds, breathing heavily as he eyes the snake. Maybe he could shoot it, but he’d feel kind of bad killing an animal in front of Soarynn.

And Soarynn isn’t making any sudden moves to get off the snake rock. In fact, she grabs the snake. It slithers through her fingers and around her arms as if it’s her domesticated pet. She doesn’t even seem frightened by it. She looks up at him and gives him a small smile, “Don't need to run pretty boy, this here's a corn snake, all bark and no bite."

Coriolanus highly doubts that thing doesn't bite, nor does it bark but he relaxes slightly when he sees how calm the reptile is in her hands.

"Are there a lot of snakes out here?" He asks, suddenly feeling very exposed out here in this meadow with the tall grass, giving any other animals the perfect chance to attack him without him seeing them. Soarynn shrugs, "I guess. They're good for the rats though," she gives him a knowing look, "makes me real sad when they get the little field mice though. They don't cause no one trouble."

A field mouse he could deal with. He's dealing with one right now it seems.

Soarynn reminds him of a mouse. Small, harmless, easy to crush if need be. At the end of the day, they're still vermin no matter how cute they may seem.

Soarynn finally puts the snake back in the grass and watches it slither away before she slips off the rock and joins him, lacing her fingers with his, "Thanks for protectin' me," she jokes, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Coriolanus manages to give her a sheepish look. It's not like he intended to abandon her, but she moved so slowly and she clearly didn't seem to have a problem with the snake. "Sometimes you've gotta let your girl handle her own battles," he responds cooly, giving her hand a squeeze.

Her eyes slightly widen before creasing upwards in a smile, "So I'm your girl then? Just like that?"

Had he already called her his girl? He hadn't meant to move so fast or really attach himself to her like this but she seemed alright and it never hurt to know some of the locals, have a spot where he could relax from his Peacekeeping duties.

And Soarynn was pretty. Very pretty. He hadn't gotten a good look at her under that dress but he was planning to and that meant keeping her around for a little longer. Besides, he wouldn't be in District Twelve forever. No. He planned on getting back to the Capitol one way or another to finish what he started. He'd have some fun for now and then get the hell out of here.

"Yep," he replies, "unless you're stringing along some other guy."

Nows her chance to come clean, to tell him if Billy Taupe isn't the only person he has to worry about because he'll be damned if he's being played.

Soarynn shakes her head, "Just you and me sweetheart."

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part two

Summary: It takes Rafe losing you for him to come to terms with his feelings, wanting to prove himself worthy of your love before he loses you for good.

Word Count: 16.5k

Warnings: 18+ content, angst, smoking, drinking, verbal altercation, sweet smut, pining, heartbreak, cursing, you might get mad at the reader lol

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Rafe slams the truck door shut as he climbs in, leaning back on the headrest as he tries to stop his racing mind. Overcome with anger at himself, he punches the steering wheel as your tear-stricken face replays in his mind. He’s never made you cry before, at least not to his knowledge, and he wanted to kick his own ass.

“When you spend your entire life in love with your best friend, it fucking sucks when he treats you like shit.”

Your words play over and over in his mind as he starts the truck, backing out of the driveway and speeding off in the direction of Kelce’s house.

Rafe knew you had feelings for him, he wasn’t stupid. He knew from how you would go doe-eyed when he would stand close to you, how when he asked for things you would pretend to argue with him sometimes only to give in a blush on your cheeks. He knew you had feelings, but he didn’t know they went as deep as you just told him.

Rafe always thought it was a stupid crush. He’s aware of how attractive he is, and he thought it was more so a sexual attraction if anything at all. He never thought you could see him as anything else, why the hell would you?

Rafe doesn’t seem himself as a good person. He’s damn sure not good enough for you to have actual feelings for. On the other side, you were too good of a person for him not to fall for. He’s not sure if he’s in love with you; he’s never experienced what that would feel like.

But he does know how he reacts to you differently than everyone else. How you’re the only one he calls when something is going wrong and the first one he wants to talk to when something good happens. How whenever anything is different about you — your mood, the shampoo you use, if you got a new pair of shoes — he would notice.

He also knows how when you basically told him you didn’t want him to be in your life anymore, he felt like this chest was going to explode.

Rafe has feelings for you, and in the perfect world he would have acted on them. But you’ve been his best friend since high school, and it’s easier to just have that understanding that you’re there for him than to try to be in a relationship; there was less pressure to be perfect.

He knows that he can tend to take advantage of the pull he has on you. He wasn’t exactly given the blueprint on how to love someone properly, and that didn’t change just because he grew feelings for you. If he’s being honest, half the time he just does it to remind himself that you care. He would drop whatever to return the favor; you’ve just never asked. It never occurred to him that by not doing those things, you were getting the impression that he didn’t care.

You deserved more than that. You deserved more than him; more than someone who you would have to teach how to love. You need someone who already knows how so you can actually be happy. A relationship with him is like holding on a live grenade, ready to go off at any moment and tarnish everyone within a hundred mile radius.

He can’t do that — not to you. Hell, you guys weren’t even together and he’s already screwing things up. He knew he was a complete dick for what he did, there was no way around that fact. But he wasn’t prepared for how it would feel once he finally had you and lost you all in what seems like a split second.

When he woke up that next morning, he could still feel your lips on him. He could still smell you on him, and when he noticed how you were curled into his side, Rafe felt peace that only comes from being near you. Memories of the night played like a movie in his head, making Rafe want to flip you over to make some more.

When he looked at your face, he noticed how … fragile you looked. Rafe’s fingers grazed your face like he was scared if he pushed too hard you would break. And as much as Rafe’s pride doesn’t want to admit it, this scared him. Because when you woke up, there would be a conversation. A conversation that could lead to a full blown relationship, and all of a sudden the pressure that wasn’t in your friendship before would be there now.

He didn’t plan on having sex with you when he came over. He was pissed off about some petty argument with Rose and the fact that when he went to Barry to ease the tension, the dealer was itching to tell him how the missus said no.

He knew immediately it was you; Barry referring to you as his wife more times than not whenever Rafe mentions you. He didn’t at first, wanting you for himself only to catch on when Rafe practically choked him within an inch of life after he made some dumb ass comment. Rafe never flat out admitted his feelings, but on cocaine-infused nights he was more likely to ramble about your change of fragrances or how this one guy spent a little too long looking at you.

But he was so angry, Barry giving him a couple of lines before he even left which fueled the animosity he was feeling. He felt the coke course through his veins when he showed up at your door, making him act a little more erratic than fucking usual. He was angry that you went behind his back to go to Barry alone, more so angry at the fact that you didn’t have any faith in him.

He could handle everyone else not having expectations for him, but when you’re added to that it makes Rafe go insane. Mostly due to the fact that it confirmed what he already thought of himself; that he’s so much of a screw up that even you don’t believe in him to be a better person.

He didn’t plan on having sex with you, but it was impossible not to kiss you once he had your face in his hands. He let himself be selfish when you followed him to the shower, finally able to lose himself in the feeling of you. You were always the person to soothe his anger, and that’s what you did. You were stronger than any drug he could ever take, and that was dangerous.

Dangerous because Rafe’s addictive personality can’t afford to grow more obsessed with you than he already is. He already found himself wanting to pummel any guy who comes within two feet of you, the only thing stopping him being the fact that you weren’t his. If you were, Rafe wouldn’t be able to hold himself back when he say some jackass looking at you like you were some toy.

He could only offer toxicity and volatility. So he made the decision to leave your house that morning. He thought that you would write it off like you did everything, and when you texted him he wanted to respond but he just didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he opted to not say anything at all.

He put it out of his mind, a fact that he’s ashamed to admit, because it was easier that way. When he got drunk at the Island Club, he did everything he could to get his mind off of you.

“And she does this thing, right?” Rafe rambles drunkenly as he leans against the wall of the Island Club, taking a hit of the cigarette as he looks at the girl who he borrowed the lighter from. “Where she.. she looks at you and it’s like s-she sees you, you know?”

She had come over to flirt with him, he could tell. But he just spent the last three hours drinking his sorrows so all he did was ask for a cigarette, the girl staying for a conversation. The conversation turned towards you when Rafe mentioned that he had someone coming to pick him up, Rafe trying to explain his anger towards you.

He doesn’t even fully understand it himself. He has no reason to be mad at you, but he is. He’s mad that he can’t stop thinking about you now that he’s tasted you, because before he could ignore his random thoughts about you. Now, all of his thoughts were about you and it was pissing him off.

“So what’s wrong with her?” The girl asked in a sort of bored tone.

“There’s nothing wrong with her,” Rafe snaps, pointing at himself. “I’m wrong.. I’m wrong for her. And it’s all her fucking fault.”

“Her fault?”

“Too perfect,” He responds, laughing to himself. “Too… too good. I’d fuckin’ ruin her.”

His sentence hangs in the air, Rafe throwing the cigarette butt on the ground as he comes to terms. Rafe knew he was being unreasonable, he knew that when he started drinking. But the more he drank the more his hostility made sense. He knew it was dumb to be angry at someone for being perfect, but he was.

Because if you weren’t so perfect, if you weren’t so good, he could let himself be selfish and continue to fuck you within an inch of you life. He would date you without a care of how you would come out on the other side. But he does care, and Rafe will do a lot of things; but bringing you down to his level won’t be one of them.

“Maybe you need someone… bad then.”

Rafe lifts his eyebrows, about to turn the offer down when he stops. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. He thinks this to himself, another voice popping up that reminds him that you’re coming to get him. It would be the biggest dick move for him to bring this girl in the car with you after fucking you the literal night before.

But that’s exactly why he did it. He needed to show you that he wasn’t shit; that way you wouldn’t want anything more than a friendship from him. It would make it easier for him if you just flat out rejected him because of something he had control over. He could stop your crush on him, killing him in the process but saving you in the long run.

Rafe punches the steering wheel again, feeling like a fucking idiot. He honestly expected you to be mad for a couple of days, but come around and act like you usually do. He would give you an apology for being an asshole and things would go back to normal. As bad as it sounds, Rafe expected you to forgive him.

But that was when he thought your feelings weren’t anything serious. Now that he knows you actually do love him, he felt like the worst person for flaunting a girl right in front of you. Because if roles were reversed, Rafe doesn’t know if he would be able to breathe seeing you do that. What seemed like a good idea when he was drunk ended up being the worst mistake he’s ever made. Every fear he had about being with you seems so stupid now.

Because now he lost you completely.

He pulls into Kelce’s driveway, hopping out of the car and thinking to himself how he’s gonna explain coming back alone. He has yet to tell the guys, and based on his face still being intact neither have you.

He opens the door, hearing the guys yelling at the TV as they continue playing the game. He walks further into the house, Topper catching sight of him first from his place on the couch.

“Fucking finally!” The blonde dramatically states, looking behind Rafe as he expected you to walk in behind him. At the sight of Rafe alone, Topper’s eyes narrow in confusion. “Where’s Y/N? You did all that whining and didn’t even get her ass?”

Kelce is pausing the game when Rafe sits on the recliner, leaning over to the coffee table to grab an unopened can of beer from the box. He pops it open, leaning back in the seat as he takes a sip, “Not coming.”

Topper and Kelce share a look, angling so they’re facing Rafe with expectant looks.

“Why?” Kelce drags, and Rafe rolls his eyes in frustration. He doesn’t want to explain to them how much he really screwed up. He doesn’t want to talk about it at all.

“Because she didn’t fucking want to,” Rafe snaps, gulping down the beer. Topper scoffs as Kelce gives Rafe a pointed look.

“What’d you do to her?”

Anger courses through him at Kelce’s automatic insinuation that he was the cause. He was, but Kelce didn’t fucking know that and he has no business trying to pull information out of him. He knows that you’re their friend too, but he can’t help the feeling that you’re his person, and he can handle the shit without their advice or comments.

“What I always do,” Rafe mumbles, his tone making it clear the conversation isn’t going past that.

•••

You push the sunglasses up your nose as you open the door to the Wreck, checking the time on your phone. When you called, Mr. Carrera said the order would be ready within 25 minutes, and you’re right on time.

You were starving after your shopping spree, going to the mainland to hit all of the good stores and tapping into the money your parents left behind for emergencies when they left for their summer vacation. Deeming you spending a week in your house as an emergency, you pulled yourself out of the house on a mission.

You were going to get the hell over Rafe Cameron.

You would start by treating yourself to a self care day. You hit store after store, randomly taking things off of the racks to try on. You spent the entire day trying on outfits, going to get your nails done, and even got a massage when you got back into town. It was safe to say you felt like that bitch.

You walk to the counter, leaning on it as you send a small smile to Kiara as you tell her you’re here for a pick up. She smiles as she goes to get it, and you turn to lean on the counter as you look at the people sitting around the restaurant. She comes back over shortly, handing it to you as you give her the money, telling her to keep the change.

You are walking out of the Wreck and down the gangway when you notice JJ Maybank walking up with a smug look as he takes in your appearance.

“Nice shades,” He teases, taking them off your nose and putting them on himself. His head tilts up as he shows off, and you laugh as you shake your head.

“Uhn uhn Klepto,” You playfully take the glasses back, putting them back on. “You’re not about to get me.”

“Just admiring them, sweetheart,” He raises his hands in defense, giving you a once over as his voice drops lower. “Amongst other things.”

You lift your eyebrows, walking closer to him so you’re right in front of his face. Pushing the sunglasses down, you give him a once over in return, “And what do you think of the view?”

You wink at him, smirking at the sight blush on his cheeks. You know that this is just mindless flirting. JJ is hot, but he was just a fun person to flirt with. And right now, the look he’s shooting is giving you the confidence boost you need to add to this amazing day.

“You’re trouble,” JJ shakes his head, pushing your sunglasses back up. “You’re not about to get me, though. I know Bundy is somewhere around ready to protect you from the dirty Pogue.”

He laughs at his joke, but you can only muster a small smile in return. He notices, faltering as his eyes squint in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You quickly respond, about to add that he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore before you stop yourself. “Yeah, it’s nothing.”

You wave at him, walking past to finish walking down the gangway to your car when JJ calls out behind you.

“Hey,” He calls, and you turn around to see him rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, there’s a kickback over on the Cut next week. You should come.”

“I’m not sure my presence would be welcomed,” You give him a funny look, JJ shrugging in response as he takes a step closer.

“You’d be my plus one. No one better for you to show up with; everyone loves me.”

“Is that so?” You deadpan with a smile, thinking it over. Deciding to say fuck it, you walk back to him with an outstretched hand. “Alright, give me your phone.”

He does so, and you put your number in, saving the contact and calling yourself. Handing back his phone, you watch as he looks at his phone, turning to walk down the gangway again, “Text me the details.”

“Cool,” He says behind you, and you make it to your car and put the food in the passenger side. Feeling like this was a successful day, you start to drive home with a feeling of satisfaction. You’re working on moving on, and making plans to hang out with other people was a great way to get out there. It felt weird, making plans and not really worrying about telling the boys about them, but it felt weird in a good way.

You’re unbagging your clothes when Topper and Kelce text you, saying that you’re coming over tomorrow. You sigh, but text an agreement. You can’t continue to avoid them. You lost Rafe, but you refuse to lose Topper and Kelce in the process.

You didn’t even mean to avoid them for so long, but you really just spent the last week licking your wounds. Talking to them about it would just make what’s going on a reality, and you’re not really ready for that.

•••

You open the door to Topper’s, calling out his name to let him know you’re there. He calls back from the kitchen, you following his voice to see him and Kelce standing around the island in the middle if it.

“Nice to know you’re fucking alive,” Topper rolls his eyes, and you put your purse on the counter as you give them a guilty smile.

“Sorry,” You sing, pulling out one of the chairs and taking a seat.

“Never mind that. We can hash that out later,” Kelce waves you off, reaching to the counter. It’s not until then that you notice the opened bottle of Bourbon on the table, their glasses already filled. He pours your drink, sliding it over to you, “Here.”

“It’s twelve o’clock.”

“Five o’clock somewhere,” Kelce retorts. “I have the feeling you’re gonna need it since you’re gonna explain why you’ve been avoiding us for a week.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” You defend, wincing at their shared pointed expression. “I haven’t! Not you guys-”

“Cameron, we know. But you included us in that.” Topper moves to sit next to you, snatching his cup off the counter and taking a gulp.

“Because I knew Rafe would more than likely be a part of it,” You tell him, Kelce scoffing.

“Fuck that. You’re our best friend too. We can hang out without Rafe,” He shrugs, walking to your other side to lightly push at your head. “You just gotta talk to us.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You mumble as you slap his hand away, Topper and Kelce making noises of protests. You quickly add, “I will, promise. But not right now. I’m sorry for ghosting you guys, I won’t do it again. But for right now, can we just… hang out? Like normal? I really did miss you guys.”

They pretend to think it over, Kelce rolling his eyes as he pulls you into a sideways hug, kissing the top of your head as Topper responds, “We missed you too, dumb ass.”

“Am I gonna want to kick Rafe’s ass?” Kelce mumbles into your head, and you pull back to give him a small smile, your eyes saying what you’re not. He gives a nod of understanding, pulling you back. “Okay. Good to have you back.”

He pulls back, and you stand up from the chair and walk past Topper, ruffling his hair, “Alright! Who wants to watch Mean Girls and take a shot whenever we quote it?”

Kelce lets out a sarcastic laugh, but he grabs the bottle and both of your glasses as he follows after you, “Last time we did that Topper ended up barefoot walking along the docks singing California Girls.”

“Sounds like a pretty successful night to me,” Topper brags, making the two of you laugh as you all settle into the living room. You let out a content sigh as Kelce flips through the apps to find Paramount, opening it and searching up Mean Girls. Things felt normal, and it’s all you wanted right now.

•••

Exhaling the smoke, you lean your head back on the couch as you instantly relax from the euphoria coursing through you.

Barry takes the blunt from you when you pass it, sitting next to you in the same position. You didn't plan on staying, only coming here to buy weed. You're not much of a smoker, really only ever smoking with Rafe, but you figured it wouldn't kill you to buy a little bag for fun.

When Barry offered to smoke you out, you instinctively shook your head at first, Rafe's disapproval playing in your head. After scolding the part of you that cares, you agreed to it in spite of Rafe. It's been a few days since your conversation with Topper and Kelce, hanging out with them more since to make up for your recent absence.

You'd done a good job at avoiding the Cameron boy, Topper helping you with that by letting you know if they already had plans with Rafe so you can make your exit before he arrives. Rafe only managed to catch you once, when he was coming over to Kelce's so they could go to the Country Club for golf.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later today?" You ask, lazily pulling yourself up on his bed. Kelce walks out of his bathroom, buttoning up his shirt. You’d been laying down playing Candy Crush to pass the time as he got changed into his golfing attire.

"You could always come.." He trails off, and you lock your phone as you give him a blank stare.

"Kelce."

"Worth a shot," He mutters, walking over to his closet to grab his shoes. "Yeah, we'll see you later."

After shooting a quick goodbye, you leave his room and hop down the stairs. Walking to the front door, you open it and start to walk out when you run into a hard chest.

Looking up, you see Rafe looking down at you with an almost relieved expression. Your eyes fall from his as you push past him, thinking to yourself how it was just your luck that he would show up early.

You haven't seen Rafe since that day on your porch, but being in his proximity reminded you of the affect the man has on you, goosebumps rising on your neck. That doesn't diminish the anger you feel looking at him, rushing down the walkway to your car.

You hear him walking after you, making you speed up your movements. Reaching your car door, you try to open it and curse when you realize it's locked and in your rush, you forgot to grab your keys out of your pocket. You curse at Rafe for being able to make your mind go blank, reaching into your back pocket.

Rafe's hand reaches out to push on your door so you can't open it, and you sigh as you pull on the handle, "Stop."

"You stop," He quips back, and you let out a breath as you let go of the handle but continue facing away from him. You hear him sigh, "Are you seriously going to keep ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you, Rafe," You mumble, glancing off to the distance to put your attention on something else. "I'm just done."

"Y/N, come on. Look I..” He pauses, pushing himself so he is standing in between you and the car door now. He puts his hands out when you glare at him. “I know I hurt you but I want to fix it. I miss you."

"You should've thought about that," You mutter, trying to push him out of the way. He doesn’t budge, and you clench your jaw as you stare him down. "Move."

He holds eye contact, not moving from his place. You try to hold your gaze firm, but the longer you looked at him the more you saw him with that damn girl. His hard expression crumbles when you blink tears from your eyes, looking away from him to get a hold of yourself. You don’t want to have this conversation. You can’t have this conversation right now. You turn back to him, voice coming out small, “Please, Rafe.”

His eyes soften as he looks at you, about to say something before shaking his head and stepping to the side. You immediately open your door, climbing in and starting the car before taking off without another glance in his direction.

Barry passes the blunt back, and you’re quick to take a long drag from it. Not used to it yet, you start to cough roughly as you clutch your chest.

"Slow down, Mrs. Country Club. If you cough up a lung I will not save you," Barry drawls, taking the blunt when you hand it back.

"Don't call me that," You snap. You’ve never been opposed to the nickname before, the delusional part of your brain liking being referred to as Rafe’s person. But now all the nickname does is remind you of what will never happen.

"What else should I call you?" Barry asks with a bewildered expression, and you roll your eyes.

"My fucking name, Barry."

You look over at Barry, who hands you the blunt back as he looks at you like you're slow. He sounds his words out as he responds, "Mrs. Country Club."

"Whatever," You give up, shaking your head as you take a hit. You inhale the smoke, letting the smoke leave you as you ask the first thing that pops to your mind. "Why do you call me that?"

He gives you another look like you’re stupid, and you roll your eyes again as you shrug, "I mean, I know it's because of Rafe. But why? We're not together."

You definitely wouldn’t be asking this if you didn’t already feel the weed taking over your system, feeling bolder than usual to ask. Barry shrugs as he looks at you.

"In my eyes you are," His gives you a half smile, bumping you with his knee. "No one else will deal with his crazy ass."

You laugh lightly at that; no lie in his words. Rafe is a lot to handle, but that’s what you love about him. He’s passionate. He’s not just some one dimensional guy who you have to pull teeth at to get a conversation with substance. He’s complex; always something more underneath the surface.

"Yeah, well, that's over,” You mutter, taking a hit of the blunt and handing it back.

"Really?" Barry drawls, giving you a surprised look. When your serious look doesn’t falter, he whistles, chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. He takes a hit of the blunt, exhaling as he responds, "That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"Nothing," He shakes his head, chuckling to himself as he seems to say an inside joke in his head. You let it go, but snatch the blunt back from him.

Rafe parks on the dirt road, hopping out of the truck and walking towards Barry's porch steps. He doesn't bother knocking, Barry expecting him to come over — he's done so every day this week. Sometimes, he doesn't even get high, just rambles on about you to Barry.

He can't talk to Kelce and Topper about you, at least not freely. So he settles for his drug dealer/sort of friend when he wants to talk so he can just get the thoughts out of his head.

He didn't know what he was expecting when he showed up at Kelce's house to try to catch you before you left. He'd been texting your mutual friend about coming over to get him, confused at first when Kelce asked for an exact time that he'd be there.

Then, it clicked that he would only ask that if you were over and wanted to leave before he got there. So, he lied about how far away he was and prayed that your procrastinating ass waited until the very last minute to leave.

Your cold demeanor struck him; he’s never been on the receiving end of your icy glare. But having you look at him like that wasn’t nearly as bad as when you looked at him as if he just kicked your puppy. You looked exhausted when you cried as you told him to move, and he wanted more than anything to kiss your tears away.

But he couldn’t; not yet at least. So he moved, and watched you drive away as he fought the urge to follow after you. He played horribly at golf that day, Kelce teasing him but all Rafe could think about was the way you looked at him. You used to always look at him like he created the world with his bare hands, and now you look at him with guarded, angry eyes. Rafe hates it, and he hates more that it’s his own fucking fault.

He walks into the house, pausing in his steps when he sees you on the couch, head leaned back. He blinks, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him. When you’re still there after, he turns his gaze to Barry who notices he walked in. Rafe’s eyes settle on the blunt you’re sharing, and jealousy surges through him as he fights the urge to toss Barry off of the couch — smoking was something you only did with him. He walks further into the living room, catching your attention.

He watches as a flash of happiness crosses your face, before an emotionless one takes over. His chest clenches when you get off the couch, turning your attention to Barry while ignoring his existence. Rafe knows he deserves the cold shoulder, but he wants to rip his hair out at not being the center of your attention.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask Barry, Rafe basking in hearing your voice. Before Barry can respond, Rafe finds himself speaking.

“I got it.”

You turn your head back to him, Barry shooting him a smug smile but Rafe focuses on you. He steps closer to you, watching as you give him a once over before mumbling, “Really not necessary.”

“Y/N,” Rafe pleads, reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet. Pulling out three twenty dollar bills, he walks to you while holding it out. “Just let me cover it.”

You stare at his hand for what feels like forever, pursing your lips as you snatch the money from him. He feels a wave of relief hit him when you give the money to Barry, not saying anything else as you push past him to walk outside. He starts to follow, but knows he already pushed his luck with the money thing.

Taking your place on the couch, Rafe grabs the blunt from Barry as he takes a huge hit, leaning back and exhaling. Barry laughs beside him, Rafe looking over to see him shaking his head.

“I knew putting y’all in a room together would make for great entertainment.”

•••

You wave goodbye to your coworker as she drops you off in front of your house, walking across the yard. You’d made plans with your coworker a few days ago to go out to lunch, taking her car just because. You had to get back within a reasonable time, the party JJ invited you to was tonight.

It was Friday, and when you looked at the calendar you realized tomorrow is the third Saturday of the month — girl's night. You also realized it's been almost two weeks since you've really spoken to Rafe, and you hate how much the thought saddens you.

As you walk across the yard, you pause in your steps, turning to see your car not in the driveway. You stare at the empty space where your car used to be, confused out of your mind. Did someone just.. take it from the driveway?

You’re reaching for your phone, dialing 911 when you hear a horn honk. Looking up, you see Rafe pulling up the driveway. In your fucking car. Your phone drops to the grass, not paying it any mind as you walk to your car angrily.

Rafe is hopping out when you’re coming up, grinning with his hands raised, “I was supposed to be back before you. Traffic, my bad.”

He hands you the keys to your car, and you stare at him. You feel like you’re in the fucking Twilight Zone. He’s acting like everything is cool right now, and you want to punch him in the face.

“How did you even-” You stop, looking down to see that these weren’t your keys, but your spare ones. You didn’t even remember giving them to Rafe, but then it hit you that you did when you first got the car just in case; you’re horrible at keeping track of important things so Rafe said he would take them. You just forgot because you’ve never had to use them before.

“It was time for your oil change,” Rafe told you, and you thought back. You guess it was time. “I always do it.”

“Okay,” You drag out. “That was before.”

“No, it’s my responsibility. You’ve never paid for an oil change and you’re not starting now,” He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking at you with a determined eye. He pointed to the car behind him, “I also put some gas in your car.”

The acts of service make your heart speed up; it's something you've always wanted. Normally, you would have to remind him about the oil changes but he manages to know you needed one before you did. It's something so little, and yet it makes you feel lightheaded.

But the affection you start to feel annoys you. You're supposed to be moving on. You can't do that if he's just keeps popping up acting all fucking nice. It was infuriating. You needed him to keep the same energy; be an asshole so he can at least make this whole process easier.

“What is wrong with you?” You snap, making the grin on Rafe's face drop. “You think because you give me money or change my oil that changes things?”

“No that’s not-” He cuts himself off, awkwardly continuing. “I just.. wanted to show that I, uh, I can do that stuff.”

At your puzzled expression, Rafe sighs. He motions with his hands, “You know, I can take care of things, or, do things for you, too.”

If you could breathe before you damn sure couldn't now. His words run right through you, your heart fluttering. He's doing all of this to show that can be.. thoughtful? Rafe wanting to prove to you that he can show you the same consideration you show him makes you falter in your anger.

“Why?” You whisper, hanging onto his reply.

“Because you were right,” He tells you, stepping closer. “I always let you fall to my feet but I never did anything to show you I’d do the same. This is me showing you that..” He waves his hand again, clearing his throat. “I can be considerate and shit.”

You want to laugh at how unsure he sounds right now; Rafe always speaks with confidence. It's clear that this is uncharted territory for him, but you admire that he's trying. Another question pops up in your mind, and your eyebrows knit in confusion, “How’d you get here?”

“Uber,” He answered, lips in a tight line. He looks at you, scanning your face before clearing his throat again, starting to walk down the driveway. “I was just about to order another one. I, uh, I’ll see you.”

You watch his back as he walks away, telling yourself to just let him go. But a part of you kicks in, telling you that you're not just gonna let him take an Uber after he did you a favor. And you're not; so you ignore the voice in your head telling you this was a bad idea, sighing to yourself.

“Wait,” You call out, Rafe immediately turning and walking back to you with a hopeful expression. You stop him in his tracks by pointing to the other side of the car, opening your own door and climbing in. “Get in.”

Rafe comes around to the passenger side, getting in and looking over at you.

“Don’t..” You say before he can talk, starting the car. “This is just common decency.”

He nods his head at that, relaxing into the seat. You curse when you get out of the neighborhood, realizing once again in your frazzled state, thanks to Rafe, you forgot that your phone was in the middle of the yard. Rafe notices, laughing to himself as he pulls out his phone.

It automatically connects to the bluetooth, and you expect Rafe to put on his music. To your surprise, he starts to play an artist that you love; one that you normally have to force him to listen to. You don't say anything, continuing the drive to his place as the music plays in the background.

You pull up to his house, Rafe turning to you with a tight smile. “Thanks for the ride.”

You offer a nod as a response, making Rafe let out a sigh. He opens the door, getting out halfway when he stops. He turns his head, about to say something when he stops as he curses to himself. Before you can think, he's back in the car as he leans over the middle console, lightly cupping your jaw to turn you to face him.

He kisses your forehead, your eyes closing at the feel of his lips on your skin. He stays like that for a moment, and you feel a tear hit your cheek. It takes a second for you to realize that it's not your tear.

“I miss you.”

He whispers against your forehead, pulling away and getting out of the car. He doesn't look back as he rushes to his house, and you watch him until he goes in the front door. When he does, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you became overwhelmed by everything.

Talking to Topper and Kelce. Running into Rafe. Twice. His words from earlier. Trying to remind yourself that you should be moving on instead of wanting to follow him inside; the reason why you shouldn't also playing in your head.

It's all too much, so you lay your head on the steering wheel as you let yourself feel every range of emotion you need to. Your throat constricts as you let yourself cry over Rafe, missing him and hating him all at once. After a while, you put the car in drive with teary eyes, heading back to your house.

•••

You tighten the high ponytail, checking your laid edges in the mirror as you look at your final look. You’re wearing light makeup, not wanting to put on something you’d just sweat off either by dancing or just how hot parties can get.

You decided to keep your fit casual, wearing ripped jean shorts and a white cropped shirt with converse. You didn’t wear any of your flashy jewelry, wearing a simple set of earrings. You didn’t want to stand out any more than you already would as a Kook in a Pogue party, and you definitely didn’t want to make it seem like you were showing off.

You’ve never been to a Pogue party alone, the guys always accompanying you when you wanted to go out. But you told yourself that you would step out more in order to hopefully expand your friend groups — or at the very least make it to where you can have your own life separate from Rafe.

You loved Topper and Kelce, and the conversation you had made you feel more confident that your friendship with them would never change even if your relationship with Rafe did. But you also couldn’t help but always associate them with Rafe. You needed people completely detached from the blonde.

You check the time on your uber, ordering it because you didn’t want to drive your car and get wasted and stuck there. Seeing it was near, you rush to grab your purse and phone and run down the stairs and out of the front door, locking it behind you.

You greet the man as you climb in the car, confirming the destination and relaxing in the seat as you think about how everything could go tonight. You hope that you’ll have fun, or at least get drunk enough. You want to do whatever you need to stop thinking about Rafe.

Ever since you dropped him off, he started to get stuck in your mind all over again. It was easier when he was out of sight and out of mind, but him being near you made you yearn to keep him there as much as you yearned to kick him in the nuts. Seeing him kickstarted your thoughts about him again, and you wanted to silence them immediately.

You make it to the party, laughing at the fact that JJ referred to this as a kickback. You could barely make it in the door with how many people were in here, and you push your way through the sea of people to where JJ texted you he was.

When you made it to the living room, you laugh when you see the blonde demonstrating what surfing looks like. Walking over, you tap his shoulder which startles him. He gets off the surfboard, smiling brightly at you with upside down glasses on.

“Hey!” He greets, pulling you into a quick hug. He pulls back, pointing at his face as his head moves drunkenly. “Guess who got their own glasses.”

“I see, I see. Nice,” You compliment, smiling. You don't have feelings for the blonde, but you admit that his energy is infectious.

“You just got here?” He asks, and you nod your head. He grabs your hand, leading you from the living room. “Bet. Let’s get you a drink.”

He makes it to the kitchen, where you notice his friends all circled around talking and drinking. He pulls you over, the group opening as they take in who JJ brought.

JJ lets go of your hand, motioning between you and the group, “Guys, you know of Y/N. Y/N, this is John B, Pope, Kiara, Cleo and you already know Sarah. Past kook and all.”

You smile at all of them as you greet them, John B nodding at you.

“She knows us, too. Hard to miss when her boyfriend used to cave our faces in for fun,” He lifts an eyebrow, and you feel your face flush.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You instinctively say, guilt coming over you when you remember how bad Rafe was in high school. You were only physically there for a few instances, but you were always the one to clean up the guys when they came back riled up and bloody. “And I’m sorry for… him. Put it in the past?”

“Of course. You never caved our face in,” Pope jokes, and you laugh in response. They all continue conversation after that, you joining in a few times. They were actually a pretty fun group to be around, and it doesn’t take long before you see how close they all are. It made you think of your friends.

At some point, you all ended up in the living room. John B took Sarah to the bathroom, Pope and Cleo on the couch talking about something to do with him practicing his accent, and JJ was across the room talking to some guy he said he knew.

That left you with Kiara, both of you leaned against the wall as you bop your head to the music. When she raises her arm to take a sip out of her cup, you see a tattoo of a turtle on her wrist.

“Save the turtles,” You blurted out, Kiara turning to you with a puzzled look. “Your tattoo.”

She checks her wrist, nodding to herself, “Oh, yeah.”

“I did a presentation once in my Marine Biology class on that,” You continue, excited. Topper, Kelce and Rafe weren't really into the whole environment thing as they called it, so it was cool to find someone who obviously shares the same passion.

You angle so you're facing her more, “Got like twenty people to come to the coastal clean-up once I traumatized them with images of what their trash does to cute little turtles.”

“What are you doing?” Kiara asks, attitude laced in her tone. Your eyebrows furrow in response.

“I was just-”

“Trying to connect? You don’t have to do that.” She says, taking another sip of her drink.

“Okay…” You scoff, pointing between you and her. “Do we have a problem I don’t know about?”

You know for a fact you haven't done anything to her, so the only problem she could have with you is that you're 1. a Kook and 2. friends with the so-called Death Squad.

This annoys you; you don't like when people are rude before they even get to know someone. And who the hell is she to judge who you're friends with-

“I don’t make a habit of befriending JJ’s party favors.”

Her words shock you, and you pause in your thoughts. You laugh loudly, making Kiara turn to you.

“Oh I am not..” You laugh more, clutching your chest lightly as you shake your head. “There’s nothing going on there. Trust me.”

Kiara's eyes fall, an embarrassed look coming across her face. You enjoy the look a little, seeing as she was just rude to you just because she thought something was going on with you and JJ. But at the same time, you were that girl not too long ago. You weren’t outright rude, but you definitely kept your distance from girls Rafe would take an interest in.

“Oh.. I’m sorry,” She shook her head, sheepishly, “I just assumed and-”

“Like to keep the competition at a distance?” You finish her statement, Kiara sighing. You bump her with your shoulder, “No judgment. And honestly, JJ’s too busy looking somewhere else.”

You point across the room, Kiara following your gaze to where JJ looks down when he notices he was caught staring, looking back up as he tried to play it off with a wave. Kiara chuckles, waving back.

“Can we start over?” She asks with a hopeful tone, holding out her hand for you to shake. “I’m Kiara.”

“Y/N.”

Everything else runs smoothly. You make a mental note to go out with the Pogues more often, your stomach hurting from laughing so much. The rest of the night becomes a blur of drinking, smoking weed with the group, drinking more while playing games, and mingling with damn near the entire party.

Y/N: Come get meeee???

Topper: Wya?

Y/N Shared Current Location

You lean your head against the wall once you send your location to Topper, the pressure in your bladder magnifying the longer you wait on the bathroom door to open. You start moving your legs back and forth in a little dance to distract yourself, letting out a sigh of relief when you hear the toilet flush.

After a couple minutes, the bathroom door swings open and the random guy stumbles out, laughing when you rush past him to get into the bathroom. You don’t care in the slightest, about to explode now that you’re actually in the bathroom.

After the most orgasmic bathroom break of your life, you drunkenly pull your pants back up and go to wash your hands. Afterwards, you check your phone to see a message from Topper.

Topper: Be there in 15

You leave the bathroom, bouncing down the stairs to head back to the kitchen where Kiara was standing, still holding your purse as she talked to Cleo. Kiara turns to you when she notices your presence, giving you an expectant look.

“He answer?” She asked, and you nodded with a light smile.

“Yeah,” You take your purse from her outstretched hands, throw it on your shoulder and look around at the sea of people around the small house. You felt your body heat up again, turning back to the girls. “I think I’m gonna go and stand outside. The fresh breeze might do me good.”

You start to walk away before they could respond, your one track mind at the moment wanting to get outside as soon as possible. Kiara grabs your arm lightly, turning you back to her and Cleo as they begin to walk with you.

“You want us to come with you?”

At the same time, John B calls Kiara’s name from across the room, the three of you looking over to see him standing there with the Flip Cup game ready. He was standing on the side of the table with JJ and Pope, leaving Sarah on the other side waiting for her teammates to even the match.

You already feel as though you’re imposing on the other world you’ve never really looked into being a part of. It was fun to actually get out with other people, but you felt as though you would be holding up their fun if you had the girls wait with you. You turn back to Kiara, who’s already looking at you waiting for your answer.

“It’s good, you guys have fun,” Kiara and Cleo give each other a skeptical look, making you laugh, albeit a little too loudly, and tap your purse playfully. “Really. I have good ole sparky here if need be.”

Taking your answer, Kiara nods as she gives you a hug. Cleo follows, telling you she had a good time with you tonight. You reciprocate the sentiment, walking towards the front door with a wave towards the other Pogues.

You make it out of the small house, checking your phone for the time. After an embarrassingly long time doing the math, you go down the porch, sitting on the small set of steps as you wait for your friend. You lean on your knees to look down at the ground, focusing on the cracks of the cement before playing with the toes of your converse.

You're about to text Topper again when a brunette girl stumbles out of the house, heading towards the stairs and stopping when she sees you sitting there, looking at you with a confused expression. At the mascara streaming down her face, your eyebrows knit in concern.

“Are you okay?”

You both ask at the same time, smiling at each other before you ask her again. You slide over when she starts walking towards you, hands running through her hair and she sits next to you.

“Yeah. No. I dunno,” Her eyes close, hand coming to her forehead as she shakes her head. You angle yourself so you're facing her more now, trying to gather the words. In your state, you don't have the capacity to comfort someone you don't really know, but with how stressed she sounds you try to be coherent.

“Do.. Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask awkwardly. You don't want to pry, but the best sounding boards are often people who don't know you — clear sight and all. This wouldn't be the first drunk conversation you've had with a random girl; honestly, it happens a lot.

“It’s stupid. I was supposed to meet this guy here a-and I show up and all he did was gimme a hug and then he just ditched me. Like... he invited me here! And then I saw him with some girl-”

“That asshole!” You gape at her, scoffing as you look into the empty yard. “Men fucking suck.”

“I know right!” She exclaims, turning her body so she is facing you now. “Anddd more trouble than they’re worth. I d-didn’t even plan on getting drunk tonight but he just makes me so… ughhh, you know?”

“Yep!” You agree. The two of you sit there for a few moments, feeling more comfortable now that you've had a little connection. You place your hand on her thigh to get her attention. “That’s why I’m here. The guy I like is an incom.. inconsis.. inconsiderate dick.”

You sound out, giving yourself a mental pat on the back. The brunette nods at your words, a look of understanding on her face.

“Fuck ‘em,” She slurred, giving you a determined look. “You deserve better than that.”

“I know right!” You exclaim at the confirmation of what you've been thinking for weeks. You did deserve better than Rafe. Thinking back on her situation, you squeeze her leg as you share her expression.“You do too.”

“I do?” She asks innocently, and you lightly push her leg.

“Of course!” You assure. She starts to nod her head, your words giving her a boost of confidence so you continue. “If that guy wants to be alll overr another girl when you’re rightt there he’s stupid. You’re hot.”

“Awe thank you. You’re hot too!”

“Thanks!” You smile back. You lean back on your hands, this conversation alone lifting a little weight off of your shoulders. It felt good to talk to someone about this. These last couple weeks have been you dealing with it all on your own, and even if you talked to Kelce and Topper about it, it's not the same as talking with a girl. "We're both too hot to deal with assholes."

The brunette agrees, the sentence hanging in the air as you notice a truck pull onto the sidewalk in front of the house. Recognizing it, your heart squeezes when you catch on to what's happening. You're too drunk for this shit.

You scoff at the blonde who hops out of the drivers side, seeing you instantly and walking towards you.

“Speak of the fucking devil,” You mutter. The girl looks over at you with a puzzled look, and you lazily point your finger at the direction Rafe is coming from. She follows your finger, eyes narrowing.

“Is that him?” She asks, and you give her a fast nod. You turn to look at each other, the brunette raising her eyes as she gives you a meaningful look. “Damn."

“I know, right?” You mumble, the girl giving you a nod of approval that made you laugh.

“What’re you doing on the steps? They’re probably dirty as shit,” Rafe says when he finally makes his way over to you. You look up at him, hating the way he looked good right now. He was wearing a simple black button down with khaki pants and normal black shoes, an outfit that you've always loved on him.

He reaches down to grab your arm, pulling you up. You snatch your arm from his grip, “I cannstand up onn my own."

You cringe at your words slurring together more, Rafe giving you a bemused look as he grabs your shoulders to keep you still as he gives you a once over.

“God- How drunk are you?” He asks, and you huff before pushing his hands off of you.

“Not drunk enough to not know you’re not Topper,” You shoot back, eyes furrowing when your words playback in your head. You shake your head, trying to fix it. “Not drunk enough.. to know..”

You pause, sighing frustratedly as you wave your hand at him, “You’re not fuckin' Topper.”

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life dreading that fact,” Rafe deadpans, rolling his eyes. Your eyebrow raises at his tone, turning to walk back up the stairs into the party.

“Wait- fuck. I’m sorry, alright?” Rafe grabs your arms to turn you back around and down the step you were now standing on, giving you an annoyed look. "Let me take you home."

“No.”

You shock him with your quick response, Rafe let out an exasperated breath. “What?”

“No. I don’t wanna ride from you,” You cross your arms, Rafe's hand falling from its place as he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. You're stubborn in your stance, giving him a daring look that he shoots right back.

“Y/N I’m not leaving you here alone.”

“I’m not alone! I have..” You trail off, turning to the girl who you forgot was there. The girl was standing now too, and you a voice in your head asks when that happened. Noticing your look, the brunette steps closer to you guys.

“Emma.”

“-Emma.. here with me,” You tell Rafe, your face smug. Rafe gives a nod, pointing at the girl.

“Do you need a ride, too?” He asks, and your mouth drops open at his balls. He's asking as if this is a general agreement that he's taking you home. If he thinks you're getting in that car with him he's got another thing coming.

“No my friend is..” Emma starts, the sound of her phone dinging cutting her off. She lets out a small laugh, giving you both a sheepish look. “Here.”

“Look at that. Emma’s leaving. Now come on,” He orders, walking a few steps into the yard. You hear Emma give you a small bye, you turning to her to respond with a smile before facing Rafe again.

You tighten your crossed arms defiantly, not moving from your position in front of the house. Rafe turns back with a clenched jaw, giving you a look of warning. “Y/N. I will drag your ass to the car.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, motioning to walk back to sit on the steps. You barely make it a step before you feel Rafe grab your purse from your shoulder, throwing it over his own as he does the same to your phone as he puts it in his pocket. He grabs your hips next, lifting you up and throwing you over his other shoulder.

The fast movements cause your head to feel even more light, and you start to struggle, Rafe holding the backs of your thighs to stop your movements. You tire fast, body going limp over his shoulder as you accept your fate.

His other hand tightens on your back as he walks across the yard, only leaving when he walks around the truck to the passenger side. You huff angrily as he opens the passenger side door, setting you down in the seat.

“You’re so fuckin' pushy,” You mutter, annoyed at Rafe's tactics to get you in the car. You're gonna fucking kill Topper. Rafe throws your purse over on his seat, leaning into the car.

“Yeah and you’re fucking wasted,” He spits back, giving you a quick glance. He grabs the seatbelt, pulling it across your frame and starting to buckle it in. Your breathing falters at his close proximity, his expensive cologne filling your senses and setting off the sort of dopamines that only Rafe can cause.

You think to yourself how he’s too close right now; too close when you’re more inclined to reach out and move the fallen strands of hair from his face. You try to take the seat belt from him to do it yourself, but he slaps your hands away just as quickly. “I got it.”

You mock him drunkenly, Rafe shaking his head at you with an amused expression. Once he’s done buckling you in, he slams the door shut and walks to his side. You momentarily think to yourself how you could make a run for it, but you picture yourself face planting and decide against it.

Rafe opens his door, throwing your purse from his seat to the back before getting in. Starting the truck, he takes off from the party, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. You lean your head onto the window, closing your eyes at the coolness hitting your forehead.

Rafe’s silent for the first few minutes of the ride, something that you’re grateful for. Even if you wanted to talk — which you don’t — you’re way too drunk to not make an ass out of yourself. Besides, you tell yourself he doesn’t deserve a conversation.

“I’m not even gonna ask what the hell you were doing in the Cut,” Rafe’s words pull you from your thoughts, your eyes opening for a moment before closing again as you give a dry laugh.

“And yet you found a way to slip it in,” Your voice tilts mockingly, Rafe giving a sarcastic laugh in response.

“You shouldn’t be going to parties like that alone,” He continues, and you roll your eyes as your head lolls sideways from the window so you’re leaning against the seat again, facing him now.

Rafe glances at you, eyes unreadable. Sighing, he grips the steering wheel tighter as he takes a left. “Just because you’re not talking to me… at least go with Kelce or Topper.”

He keeps his voice hard but calm, and if you’re not mistaken you hear a little bit of sadness? Waving that thought away, your eyes harden as you close up; Rafe being caring was something that used to make you stop breathing, but it all just seems so fake now after everything that happened. If he cared about you he wouldn’t be the reason you’re drinking.

“Why do you care?”

“Cause you’re fucking drunk off your ass around random people, Y/N. Random ass guys-” He pauses, jaw tightening as he looks away while letting out a long breath. “They could’ve hurt you or something.”

“You hurt me,” You whisper, the words slipping out absentmindedly as you find the rips in your shorts mesmerizing right now.

The truck grows quiet at your words, Rafe letting out a small sigh as he whispers, “I know, baby.”

The rest of the drive is quiet, making it to where you can ignore Rafe is there besides the times where you catch him looking at you. You have to hold back tears the longer you're in the car with him. You've spent so much time avoiding being around him for too long that now that you're close to him again, it's hitting you how different everything feels now.

Three months ago you would've been over the moon at Rafe dropping everything to come get you. But that was before he treated you as if your feelings didn't matter — as if you didn't matter. Now, everything that has to do with him is tainted by the memory of you waking up in bed alone and him kissing some random girl's neck in your car.

The most annoying part is that you're still in love with the Cameron boy. You've done a good job at showing him what he's missing, realizing your own self worth and how it doesn't include settling for someone who doesn't reciprocate the same love you show.

In spite of that, you don't know how to not love him. Rafe was ingrained in your skin long before you ever had sex, and now that you know what it's like to feel him you can't go back.

Rafe pulls into a driveway, and you realize that he's taken you home. You're unbuckling your seat as he gets out, coming over to your side to open the door. You turn your body, legs dangling over the seat as you lift your arms up at him.

He gives you an unamused look, “Are you serious?”

"You carried me to it so you can carry me from it," You sass. Rafe chortles but moves closer to pick you up. He picks you up bridal style, your arm thrown around his shoulder as you lean your head onto him. He turns, shutting your door with his foot before walking across the yard.

You lift your head, your nose brushing against his neck as you lightly breathe him in. He's warm, making you want to curl into him; so you do. Despite how hurt you are, you can't help but miss being this close to him.

Rafe walks to your porch, setting you down so he can get the spare key. He's holding onto your waist to stop you from swaying as he crouches down to lift up the welcome mat, grabbing the key before quickly climbing back up. He unlocks the door, pushing it open before picking you up again.

He mumbles something you don't catch when you remind him to lock the door back, the blonde listening before moving up the stairs. As he climbs, your hand comes up to play with the collar of his shirt. Flicking a button, you press your cheek deeper on his shoulder as you mumble, "I like this shirt."

"I know."

He makes it to your room, opening your door and walking over to your bed to lay you down. You shift comfortably, sinking into the bed as you realize this is what heaven feels like.

You hear Rafe move around, even leaving the room at one point, but you don't make any motions to acknowledge him. Some time passes before Rafe comes back, placing some stuff on your bed before moving towards you. He grabs your hands, lifting you up as you whine, trying to lay back down.

"Come on," He coos. "You're gonna kill me in the morning if I let you go to sleep like this."

"You won't be here in the mornin'," You slur as Rafe pulls you into a standing position, the back of your knees brushing the bed as you try to stay upright.

"Yes I will," His tone is final, making your pussy involuntarily. He reaches over on your bed, coming back with your sleeping shorts.

"Fuck you. Liar," You insult as he crouches in front of you, unbuttoning your shorts. You have to hold onto his shoulders as he pulls them down your legs, lifting them up so he can take them off. Your chest bubbles with pride when you hear him curse to himself when he catches sight of your lace panties. Go sober you.

He taps your thighs to tell you to lift your legs again so he can slide your sleeping shorts on. When he's done, he stands up and lightly pushes your shoulder, laughing at how easily you plop down on the bed. You lay back immediately, tired of holding yourself up.

Rafe starts to unbutton his shirt, making you lift your head and look at him with a wary look, "What're you doing?"

He shrugs like this is nothing out of the ordinary, undoing the last of his buttons, "Giving you my shirt."

He takes it off, making your eyes trail his lean but broad frame. Unholy thoughts come across your mind as your eyes settle on his chest, memories of kissing his skin making you feel hot. You snap out of it quickly, or so you think, your eyes coming back up to meet his smug face.

You roll your eyes, pushing yourself to sit up. When you do, Rafe lifts your arms to take off your cropped tee. As he moves to put his shirt on you, you grunt to stop him before bringing your hands to unclip your bra. Rafe curses as it falls from your shoulders, turning around and holding his shirt out behind him.

You reach out to grab it, pulling it on over your arms and buttoning it up as you smirk, "Nothing you haven't sucked on before."

He scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, "You... You are something else."

"You can turn around now," You say as you finish buttoning up the shirt, moving up your bed to lay on your side, facing where he's standing. Rafe grabs something else off of your bed, making you wonder what all the hell he grabbed.

He comes over to you, crouching down and moving your hair from your face. He lifts up the make-up remover wipes, pulling a couple out and wiping your face. He has to title your head to get the half of your face that's smushed into your pillow, grabbing a couple more wipes for good measure and wiping your face again.

Your heart constricts at how domestic and natural this all feels. You wonder if this is what things could've been like. Rafe finishes, putting the wipes down on your nightstand and turning back around. He brings a hand up, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Your eyes flutter as you look at him, telling yourself that you're imagining the look of adoration on his face. Your eyes fall, your heart not being able to handle the intensity of his gaze.

"Look at me," He commands softly, moving his head to catch your eyes. "I'm gonna be here in the morning."

You don't respond, but your throat constricts the longer you look at him. You feel a tear fall, cursing yourself from your lack of control on your emotions right now. Rafe wipes it away, motioning to say something before stopping.

You move your face from him, pushing further into the pillow as you try to not cry until he at least leaves the room, hoping the sleep will overcome you before you can. He gets up, walking over to your bedroom door and turning the light off.

He walks out, about to shut the door when you call out to him, "Why'd you do it?"

You don't need to elaborate, Rafe immediately knowing what you meant. You hear him pause, but don't look at him. He sighs, the silence in the room deafening as you wait for his response.

"Because you deserve more than me."

His words come out hushed, you only catching onto his words when he shuts the door, leaving you in the dark room.

•••

The loud buzzing of your alarm clock is what wakes you, and you groan at the splitting feeling in your head. Your eyes are still closed as you reach over to the nightstand to turn the alarm off, not finding the button. Frustrated, you push the alarm clock off of the nightstand, making it shut up once it unplugs from the wall and hits the floor.

Your hand hits something else as well, and you hear what sounds like a package fall to the ground. You lift your head, leaning over the bed to see the alarm clock and make-up remover wipes. What the hell?

You run last night through your mind, flashes of Rafe coming up. You remember him coming to get you, your conversation with the girl you met playing in your mind as well. You remember him carrying you up the stairs, but everything after that starts to get fuzzy. A flash of him undressing you popped up, and your face heats up.

There's no way you were that drunk, right?

Your stomach answers for you, making a weird noise as a wave of nausea comes over you. Your throat dries, saliva forming under your tongue as the urge to throw up overcomes you. You immediately sit up to get off the bed, stumbling lightly as you walk to the door.

You still feel slightly drunk, hand pressed to the wall as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom. You didn't want to puke in your own bathroom, the smell being too much and you didn't want it anywhere near where you slept. You rush inside, kneeling in front of the toilet and feeling all evidence of last night leave your body.

You feel worse after another round comes up as you hear the bathroom door open. Rafe curses, coming over to sit on the edge of the bathtub and rubbing your back. You welcome the comfort, your stomach killing you. You flush the toilet when you're done, groaning as you scoot back to lean on the adjacent wall.

Rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hands, you try to silence the pounding in your head. You feel Rafe brush past you, leaving the bathroom for a moment before coming back. He sits next to you, arm brushing yours as he calls your name.

You squint your eyes open to see him holding out a bottle of water, taking it immediately and drinking it. It gets rid of some of the nasty taste in your mouth, and you take more sips. Rafe grabs it from you, handing you a couple of Advil when you look at him with an annoyed look.

You take the medicine, Rafe giving you the water to wash it down with. The two of you sit there silently, Rafe's knee bumping against yours as he moves it back and forth. Thinking you're gonna throw up again, you motion to move closer to the toilet, Rafe moving as well.

At the false alarm, you sit in the bathroom for longer while you wait to see if you're done. After ten minutes, you get up from the floor and walk out of the bathroom, Rafe following as you walk back to your room. He sits on the edge of your bed as you move towards your dresser.

"You can leave now," You mumble, not looking up from where you're rummaging through your drawers. You pull out a random pair of sweats and a cropped shirt, still feeling hot but wanting to be comfortable, walking towards the bathroom in your bedroom.

“Not yet,” He responds, shrugging when you look over at him. “It’s girls’ night.”

“You hate girls’ night,” You state robotically, turning to face him fully now. He pinches his face together as he responds.

“Hate is a strong word.”

You give him a pointed look, Rafe sighing under your gaze, “Alright, fine. I hate it. But I’ve never missed one. I’m not starting now.”

You scoff, the noble Rafe Cameron starting to irk you in your hungover state. He doesn’t get to just decide he’s invited to girls’ night — especially when the only real girl there kicked him out of the group. His tone leaves no room for argument, but you step closer as you glare at him with a pointed finger, ready to curse him out.

“Argue with yourself. I’ll go get you some more water.”

With that, he’s off the bed and walking out of the room. Your mouth gapes at his nerve, and you contemplate going out there and kicking his ass down the stairs. Deciding to let it go for now because you can smell the stench of alcohol and puke on you, you walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth, shower and change.

Rafe is sitting on the couch when you come downstairs an hour later, holing up in your room in hopes that he gets the hint and leaves. It wasn’t until your stomach started talking to you when you realized you practically emptied everything you had in that bathroom, needing to eat while you could still feel your tastebuds.

You heat up your food, ignoring his presence altogether as you sit on the opposite end of the couch. You pull out your phone, opening the group chat with Topper and Kelce and rolling your eyes at their lack of response.

You look up at Rafe to see him relaxed back on the couch, the bag of things you keep for girls night sitting next to him. You also notice he’s wearing a change of clothes, and you realize it’s clothes that left here months ago. You let out a sigh, “You’re not staying.”

“Seems like I’m the only one who showed up,” He smugly responds, leaning forward on his elbows as he looks you up and down. Rolling your eyes, you mutter, “Where the hell are those fucking idiots?”

You find Topper’s contact, getting off the couch and crossing the room so you’re back is facing Rafe. You refuse to look at his cocky expression. When Topper doesn’t pick up, you go to Kelce’s contact and try the same thing. Once again, the phone rings until his voicemail pops up, and you groan.

“So…” Rafe trails off, and you turn around to see him digging through the bag and pulling out two packages. “Face masks?”

•••

You blame the simple fact that this is your house for why you didn’t just leave Rafe stranded there. That and he threatened to follow you to Kelce or Topper’s if you tried it. You recognized the look in his eyes as he said it; the look he gets when there’s no budging from him in the slightest.

So, you did the stupid face masks.

Next on the list was gossiping, Rafe all too excited about that one.

“I heard Mr. Banks got one of the cart girls pregnant,” He blurts, wiggling his eyebrows when you give him a puzzled look.

“Mr. Banks is like seventy.”

“Hey, just what I heard,” He raises his hands in mock defense. “Don’t knock him for having a little more sugar in his tank.”

“Oh my God, Rafe,” Your mouth gapes as you hold back a laugh.

The rest of the gossip session was pretty hilarious, Rafe making you laugh so hard you forgot that you didn’t even want him here not even two hours prior. It took a while for you to open up to the fact that he was staying; you’d spent thirty minutes pouting on the couch.

But when he offered to make weed brownies while you watched a movie, next on the list, you allowed yourself to come around to the idea. Making the brownies was an experience, the two of you arguing over how to do it right.

But since Rafe was the expert on all things drugs, he decided he would be the one taking over. You let him, not wanting to do the work as much as you wanted to enjoy the final product. You made a tiny batch first as an experiment, going through it as you watched the movie. Rafe got up halfway to make another round, coming back and managing to sit closer to you than he already was.

Now, you’re both sitting on the couch as you focus on the TV, your eyes watering as you reach the worst part of the movie.

“You cry every time we watch this,” Rafe complains, hitting you with his shoulder. “You know he dies in the end.”

“But that bitch said she wouldn’t let go!” You exclaim, still hurt at the betrayal. When the movie cuts to the part where it shows a frozen Jack as Rose lets go of his hand, you shake your head. “I can’t, my baby Jack floating down to the bottom of the ocean. Turn it off.”

Rafe is quick to do so, laughing when he sees you wipe the tears from your eyes.

“Whats next?”

“Well that’s was romance.. Next is either comedy or a scary movie,” You sniffle, looking over at him to see a smug look on his face.

“Scary movie it is..” He trails off, eyes trapping yours in his gaze. “Paranormal Activity?”

You scoff, wanting to call him out. He was picking a scary movie for the simple fact that he knows how much of a bitch you are with jump scares. On normal girls’ nights, you and Rafe would sit together so you could grab his arm to cover your eyes when something popped out.

You knew what he was getting at by picking the scary movie, and you wanted to call him out but the look on his face stopped you from even forming a coherent thought. His eyes fell to your lips, a familiar look coming across his face. The sound of the timer going off caused him to look up, much to your relief.

“Brownies are done.”

You squeak out, standing up quickly and going to the kitchen. You take the brownies out of the oven, leaving them on the counter to cool off. Deciding you still wanted a movie snack for right now, you went to the freezer to grab a pint of ice cream. You walked over to the drawer with the silverware, hesitantly grabbing two spoons.

“I figure we can eat ice cream until they cool off,” You tell him as you walk back to the living room.

You open the small tub as you sit next to Rafe, handing him one of the spoons. He grabs it, moving so he was closer to you until he was basically pressed against you. You give him a look, and he returns your gaze with feigned innocence, “So I can reach it.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, but don’t say anything else. You take slow breaths as you try to relax your heartbeat, Rafe starting the movie. You both eat the ice cream as you watch the movie, and you’re thankful that nothing really has happened in the movie. Yet.

You know your instinct will be to curl into Rafe during jump scares, but you’re gonna do your best to play it cool. The two of you silently sit there watching the movie, both of your legs outstretched to rest on the coffee table. Things felt … normal again between the two of you.

Your eyes are trained on the TV, the movie picking up now that you guys reached the halfway mark. You watch as the blanket slides off the bed, eyes widening when you see the character’s foot slide off the bed as if it was being pulled, bringing up the spoon to your mouth. Suddenly, the girl is yanked to the floor as she lets out a blood-curdling scream.

You jump, causing your spoon to slip from your hand. You gasp as the coldness hits the top of your chest, looking down to see ice cream on the top of your boob. Heaving an annoyed sigh, you lean up to grab a paper towel when Rafe stop you with a hand on your shoulder.

He presses you back on the couch, leaning over until he was directly above your breast. Your breath hitches when you feel his breath hit the top of your chest, Rafe’s warm tongue coming out to lick the ice cream. You’re unable to move as he does this, Rafe licking the rest of the ice cream off before placing a kiss.

He makes eye contact as he plants the soft kiss, and you feel a wave of arousal go straight to your core. He sits back in his position, watching the movie. You turn to him, breathing again as you watch as he acts like he didn’t just fucking do that. You scoff out a laugh, reaching over him to grab the remote and pause the movie.

You stand up, turning to face him with your hands motioning as if you were choking the air, “Are you trying to die?”

Rafe sighs, lifting up from the couch as he walks towards you. You hold out a hand to stop him from moving any more, not being able to think clearly when he’s near you.

“No. Stop,” Your voice comes out hard. “You don’t get to do this.”

“Do what?” Rafe gruffly asks, shrugging.

“Act like shit is normal between us — or whatever the fuck that was! You keep trying to trick me with your stupid ass favors, your all of a sudden noble nature, and now trying to .. what? Seduce me? Like I don’t know you Rafe! That isn’t you.”

“But it can be,” He says, stepping closer to you. “I just want to show you that I can-“

“That you can be considerate, yeah I got that. I’m happy that you’re capable of doing something for someone else,” You sarcastically remark, shaking your head. “But that doesn’t change what you did. And what you’ve been doing for years.”

Rafe shouldn’t have had to lose you in order to treat you right. He doesn’t get to screw up and then come back playing Mr. Nice Guy; you’ve let too much shit over the years pass because of your feelings for him. And you were done doing that.

“I think you should leave.”

“No.” Rafe instantly shakes his head, and you scoff as you move towards him about to tear him a new one. His hand comes out, gripping your neck as he gives you a look of admonishment. “Shut up. I’ve been letting you talk. It’s my turn.”

Rafe’s hand was loose on your throat but it still made your mouth shut, scowling up at him. He doesn’t say anything after that, eyes crazed as he tries to find the words. He swallows as his eyes fall to your lips, pulling you into a kiss.

“Rafe…” You mumble, lips moving against his for a moment before it clicks what you’re doing. You push at his chest, Rafe backing up as you glare daggers at him. “That’s not talking!”

“I know.. I just.. I wanted to do it just in case.”

He tucks his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fucked up in the head,” He starts, waving a hand around as he gives a dry laugh. “And I know this is common knowledge or whatever, but I mean it. I didn’t exactly have the best role model to teach me how to care about other people or… not put my own selfish wants first.”

His voice grows soft as he comes near you again, so close you can feel the body heat leaving him. He smiles sadly as he looks down at you, “I’m not a good person, but you are. You’re damn near perfect, Y/N. And as selfish as I am.. the most selfish thing I could ever do is be with you. And I… I couldn’t be selfish with you. So I wanted to make it easier for you to forget about what happened between us.”

“You knew how I felt about you when you did it,” You say as you shake your head.

“I knew you had a crush..” He gives you a desperate look. “I never thought in a million years your feelings would go any deeper. If I knew..”

His hands come out to grab your face, eyes holding so much love that it made your knees weak. He whispers as he traces his thumb across your cheek, “Baby, if I knew it would hurt you like that..”

“I don’t believe you,” Your voice cracks as cut him off. “And even if I did, it doesn’t change that you did do it Rafe. You hurt me… more than anyone has ever hurt me.”

Rafe’s face cracks at that, tears forming in his eyes as he swallows a noticeable lump. You don’t doubt that Rafe regrets what he did, and in the perfect world his words would be enough. But you can’t help the alarm bells that come up when you look at him for too long or feel him this close.

You’ve loved Rafe for as long as you could remember, and you’ve wanted nothing more than for him to say the things he’s saying right now. But his words are tainted, just like everything else with him. You used to look at him as someone who would tease you about your feelings, but would never flat out do anything to hurt you.

Now, he has hurt you. You don’t have that same comfort you used to have, and it kills you.

“I know..” Rafe whispers, his eyes full of purpose as he forces you to meet his eye. “But I’m gonna spend every waking moment proving to you that I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

You continue to look at him as his eyes bounce around your face, swallowing as they fall to your lips. He leans closer, pausing to give you a chance to pull away. You almost do; but you can't think straight when he's pressed against you like this. His lips brush against yours, and a voice in your head screams fuck it before you slam your lips onto his.

He breathes you in, hands cupping your cheeks like he's worried you're a figment of his imagination. He moves his lips slowly against yours, denying you access when you run your tongue along his lip. He continues to keep the kiss innocent, hands trailing to your waist as he grips the flesh.

Moving his hands to your hips, he squeezes them before moving to your ass to grip it, landing a small slap before lifting you up. You gasp into his mouth, Rafe taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in as he groans at the taste of you.

He barely pulls away, his breath fanning against your face as he brushed his lips against yours, "Where do you want it?"

"Couch," You whisper, not wanting Rafe to walk up the stairs to your bedroom. It would give you too much time to think about what you're doing, and you don't want to think about it. You just wanted to continue to feel him like this.

He carries you to the couch, sitting and setting you on his lap in a straddling position. You grind onto him as Rafe pulls you back to his lips, hand cupping your throat lightly but not applying any pressure. You moan, hands coming to his shoulders to dig your nails. Rafe hisses, hand tightening on your throat before he pulls away.

“Stand up, baby.”

You kiss him once more before standing up, hands going to the bottom of your shirt to lift it up when he stops you with his own. He scoots up on the couch, face aligned with your stomach as he replaces your grip on your shirt with his own, fingers brushing against your skin. He raises the shirt, placing a kiss below your belly button. Your hand tilts back, loving the feeling of his lips on your skin.

You’ve missed him touching you like this. Even though you’d only ever had sex once, it was enough to make you crave the feeling of him again. Over the last few weeks you’ve ignored the feeling, but it was a relief to just let it take over you. You wanted to have him close to you again, you wanted him to fuck you before the memories came rushing back in of how he hurt you.

Rafe lifts the shirt off of your head before bringing you closer with a hand on your hip as he catches sight of your bare chest. Your hands come to the back of his head to ground yourself as he moves up to kiss the tops of your boobs, bringing one hand to massage one breast while he takes the other in his mouth. He flicks the nub with his tongue, making you let out a soft moan.

He groans in response, pulling away to switch breasts, “So fucking soft.”

His hands come to your waist again, resting there as he kisses your chest. He places small down your sternum and around your stomach. Your heart sped up at him trying to cover every inch of you with his mouth, his hands coming to the waistband of your sweatpants and pulling them and your underwear down in one singular motion.

You step out of them, moaning when Rafe cups your heat while placing another kiss below your belly button. He goes down to kiss the tops of your thighs, breathing you in. He sits back, legs spreading as he relaxes into the couch. You immediately follow, straddling him again.

There was something strangely erotic about you being completely naked while Rafe still sat fully clothed. As much as you wanted to see him as bare as you were, you enjoyed how it felt when you rubbed your pussy against his sweatpants. His hands come to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as you crash your lips onto his. You feel him harden, grinding harder against him in response.

“I can feel your fucking heat through my pants, baby,” He groans. “Pull it out.”

You press a hand against his bulge, Rafe’s head tilting back on the couch. You look at his exposed neck, leaning down to lick the flesh as Rafe whimpers. The sound causes another wave of arousal to leave you, and you pull his hardened length out of his pants.

You hold it still, letting a trail of spit fall from your lips onto his tip. You rub it onto his cock, getting him ready as you raise your body up. Rafe looks down as you brush the tip of him against your folds, pushing the head of him in your entrance as your mouth drops open.

The feeling of him stretching you out makes your head fall on his shoulder. You breathe in as he goes deeper, sinking all the way down until you two are fully connected. Rafe grips your hair lightly, pulling you off his shoulder so you’re face to face. He leers at you, eyes dark with lust as you just warm him. He brings you into a slow kiss, your hand coming to grip his elbow.

This is nothing like the first time you had sex. Even though the sex ended up being slow, that night was full of heat and desperation to feel each other. This time, Rafe is taking his time. It’s like you’re in a movie, the world escaping you two as you focus on each other. There’s no rush; as if you needed to savor every moment from this. And you did.

You start to slowly move over him, Rafe moaning into your mouth as his grip tightens in your hair. He’s so deep inside of you, hitting spots that only he’s been able to reach. He wraps an arm around your back, helping you bounce on his cock as your chests press against each other.

There’s not a part of you that Rafe is not touching. Your lips are trapped in his, your body pressed against him as he holds you like he’s afraid you’re gonna float away. He moves his hand up and down your back, mumbling incoherently against your lips. It’s like he’s trying to inhale your entire being, and you breathed him in with the same intensity.

You grow closer, pussy clenching around him as you try to speed your movements. Rafe grabs your hips, slowing you down as you pull away to look at him. You continue to move slowly as he nods in approval, bringing his hands back up to cup your cheeks and lift your head so he can hold eye contact.

He leans up, pecking your lips softly, “I want to see you when you come.”

You whimper, his striking blue eyes catching you in a trance as you move against him. You grow close, Rafe still holding your cheeks. You bring a hand up to grip his hand as you start to convulse around him, head tilting back only for him to lean it forward again, “Eyes on me, baby.”

You try your best to keep your eyes open as you release, Rafe’s mouth dropping open as he starts to come inside of you. He presses his lips against yours, moving his hips as he helps you grind against him to ride out your highs.

You’re breathing hard as you come down, burying your face into his neck. He’s still inside of you, and he relaxes as he places kisses against your shoulder. He’s still holding you close to him, hands running over anything he can get his hands on — gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs, your ass — and you enjoy the feeling.

He kisses your shoulder one last time, squeezing you, “Come on.”

But you just tighten your legs around him, not wanting to get up. Your head buries more into his neck as you throw your arms around him, holding back tears. You don’t want this moment to end. You didn’t want to go back to being angry at him, you just wanted to sit here and imagine that this is real. That this is the first time.

Rafe whispers something that you don’t catch, and he scoots up on the couch, hands moving to the back of your thighs so he can lift you both off of the couch. You whimper as you feel him move inside of you, Rafe soothing you by rubbing your thighs when his thumbs. He walks, kissing the side of your head, your cheek, your neck, as he moves towards the stairs.

He climbs them, walking to your room and turning the light on. Walking over to your bed, he awkwardly climbs onto it while trying to keep his hold on you. He slips out of you in the process, him soothing your whines when you feel the emptiness. He sets you down, your head resting against the pillow as he gets off of the bed.

You breath is ragged as you close your eyes, your mind telling you he’s gonna leave now that he’s gotten what he wanted again. He surprises you by climbing back on the bed, and you feel a little embarrassed when you see he was just taking his clothes off. Now, he was just as exposed as you were; just as vulnerable.

He settles between your legs, member hard against your thigh as he hovers over you. He moves strands of hair from your face, thumb rubbing your cheek as he softly called your name. You focus on him, his eyes full of concern, “Are you okay?”

You manage a nod, Rafe wiping the tears from your face. “Then what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, a small smile on your lips, “I just don’t want this to end.”

His eyes soften, and he presses his lips against yours. Heat bubbles in your chest as a wave of affection for the blonde courses through you. He presses himself more into you, “You want it again?”

You whimper, nodding your head as Rafe pecks your lips, “Okay, spread your legs.”

You spread them, Rafe easily slipping inside of you with how wet you are and the evidence of both of your releases offering extra lubricants. You cry out as he pushes fully inside of you, holding himself there as he places a hand next to your head, the other coming to grip your waist.

He kisses your forehead, your legs circling around him as you pull him closer. He’s hovering over you as he gives hard, slow thrusts. He groans above you, “I’m not gonna last.. you feel so fucking good.”

“Please..” You whimper, and Rafe buries his face in your neck as his thrusts grow less controlled. He’s breathing you in as you wrap your arms around him, gripping him tighter with your legs as you throw your head back.

The atmosphere in the room is sensual, you and Rafe connecting in way you’ve only dreamed of before. Rafe seems just as entranced as you are, losing himself inside of you as he speeds his movements. He kisses your neck, “You’re so beautiful, baby… Always take care of me..”

He pulls back, looking in your eyes, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He lifts up, holding onto the headboard as he speeds his thrusts, pounding his cock into you with a new ferocity. You cry out again, hitting his thighs as he leans down to kiss your forehead, “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“Rafe,” You mewl, hands coming to grip his back, nails digging into the skin.

“Fuck.”

You moan, Rafe bringing his lips to yours as he groans against you. He continuously pulls his cock all of the way out just to drive it back into you, your hand coming up to his hair to grip it roughly as you meet his thrusts.

“You close?” He mumbles against your lips. At your nod, he makes a hum of approval. “Good girl. Come on my cock.”

His breaths become harsh, broken gasps coming from him as you clench around him. You moan louder as you grow closer, both of you teetering over the edge of ecstasy from how good Rafe slides into you.

“You’re fucking amazing,” He compliments, burying his face back in your neck as his hands come to grip the pillow on either side of your head. “Feel so good.. Fuck I love you.”

Your eyes roll back as his words echo in your mind. He whimpers into your throat, kissing in between his words as he repeated himself over and over, “I love you.. I- I love you… Fuck I’m gonna come. Come with me.”

He releases inside of you just as you let go, the damn breaking inside of you as you gush around him. Your moans drown out in the room, the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall echoing as he fucks himself into your harder at he shoots the last ropes of cum inside of you.

Coming down from your highs, he leans down leave wet kisses on your chest as he remains inside of you. Both of your chest rise as you release deep breaths, basking in the feel of being pressed to each other. You dread five minutes from now when he’s not this close to you anymore, and you dread tomorrow morning even more.

But Rafe doesn’t give you any time for your brain to catch up with your actions, kissing his way up your throat to your lips. You move slowly against each other, Rafe moving his kisses to around your face.

He stays inside of you as his head rests on your chest, eyes closing. You feel your own eyes flutter in tiredness, both of your breathing evening out as you fall asleep like this.

•••

The first thing you notice when you wake up is how sweaty you are. The second thing is how full you feel. You lift your head up, confused on how you ended up on top; settling on the explanation that Rafe just rolled you guys over throughout the night.

He was still inside of you, though, and you winced as you sit up. You spend the next couple of minutes getting him out of you, Rafe deep in sleep. When you move to climb off of him, his hands come up to grab you, pulling you back to his chest.

You feel hot, your mind racing a mile a minute as flashes of last night play out. You mumble to Rafe an excuse about having to use the bathroom, the blonde letting you go hesitantly. As you climb him and off the bed, the ache between your legs confirms that last night was not a dream.

But it had to be. There’s no way Rafe made love to you the way he did last night. There’s no way he said he loved you last night. It had to have been an in the moment thing, his mind foggy from your sex. Everything seemed to good to be true.

You look over at him as last night flashes in your mind. You want to kick your own ass for how you clung to him, and cried to him. You told yourself you wouldn’t be vulnerable with the blonde again, but the second he said words you’ve been wanting to hear you just fell back under his spell.

You don’t know what to think of last night; but you know that you can’t think at all while being around Rafe. As amazing as last night was, you can’t just fall back into Rafe because he chooses after losing you to treat you how he should’ve been.

Maybe you were being petty, but that didn’t stop you from quietly opening your dresser to pull out a random shirt and pair of shorts. It didn’t stop you from sneaking out of the room, finding a stray pair of boots and grabbing your keys from your purse next to the front door.

And it didn’t stop you from climbing in your car, leaving Rafe in your bed as you drive off, trying to come to terms with everything.

•••

part three coming soon! ❤️ thanks for the support on this fic i’m glad everyone loved reading it as much as i loved writing it. i had to split this up into two parts otherwise y’all would’ve gotten a 30k word part lol

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

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lipstickstainedreid · 4 months

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Jet nap, Spencer Reid oneshot

First oneshot i wrote, I also just got my wisdom tooth taken out so I might be delirious rn

fluffy oneshot, no cw, sfw

1429 words

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It was a long couple of days figuring out the last case. Finally, you are in the comfortable seats of the jet. You sit down on the grey couch and stretch your legs. Jawing you realise just how tired you are.

Morgan, Prentis and JJ are already deep in conversation sitting at the table.

Hotch and Rossi swiftly follow. Rossi quickly sits down to scribble something in his notebook while Hotch goes to tell the pilot to take off.

Reid comes in last, he seems deep in thought. His eyes snap up to yours. You give him a small smile. His long legs clad in dark brown pants stride the short distance across the plane.

“May I?” He points to the empty seat on the couch beside you.

You nod stifling another jawn.

As he sits down you notice the small distance between you. The soft brush of his knee against yours sends small tingles down your spine.

Reid bends down to rummage through his leather bag. A red paperback is fished from the satchel. He scooches a little to get comfortable and opens the book.

You can practically feel the heat from his body with how close he is sitting. He has to be doing this on purpose you think to yourself. Of course, he could just not be noticing it. But a guy like Spence? who is so aware of germs and won’t let anybody share his drink. It is almost suspicious.

“Whatcha reading?”

“Hm?” The boy next to you furrows his brown turning to you.

“Sign Of Four from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”

You reach out your hand. He marks the page before passing you the book. You look at the cover and read the back.

“Looks cool.”

He gives you a little nod. Usually, you guys can talk for hours about anything and everything but there is a blanket of tiredness falling over the entire jet now that you’ve taken off. Even the trio at the table is simmering down.

Reid opens the book again, but, you interrupt. “Spence, can I read with you? I didn’t bring anything.” You smile apologetically.

He gives you a little confused look.

You practically melt at how sweet he looks. His hazel eyes studying your face, trying to find out if you’re serious.

He is a colleague, you have to find a way to get rid of this crush. Ever since you started at the BAU the tall man caught your attention. Sure, it was awkward at first. He barely talked to you. Over time you slowly warmed up to you and you now consider him one of your best friends.

Still, he is your coworker and you can’t have a crush on him. Especially not when you work with the best profilers in the country. How nobody mentioned it to you yet is a wonder.

Reid seems to have made up his mind.

“Yeah of course.” His voice slightly cracks near the end of his sentence. He gulps and moves as close as possible without actually touching you. He moves his arms so the book is now held between you two.

“Thanks!” You smile gratefully at him and you are sure a small blush is creeping up his face that wasn’t there before.

You turn back to face the book.

Just before you can read a full sentence the page gets turned. You quickly pick up reading but before you’re even halfway through the page Spencer does it again.

“Spence…” You sigh “Can you please wait a little before turning the page?”

“But I finished reading it?”

“Yeah I know but, I need a little bit longer. Not everybody is a super genius” You joke.

Both of you start to read the next page and you can tell Reid is waiting longer for you to finish. You give him a little hum of acknowledgement so that he can turn the page.

You two keep reading about the adventures of Sherlock Homes.

Your eyes start feeling heavy. You lazily keep reading the words while slumping a little into the couch.

Detective Holmes is running around the streets of London, looking for clues. The sound of his dress shoes echoing in the small alleyway. You halt mid-alley when the man in front of you does too. Sherlock bends down to pick something up.

“Is she asleep?”

You hear the voice clear as day, except the mouth of the detective didn’t move.

“I…”

You look around trying to figure out who’s talking.

“I think so, she just put her head down.”

Wait, you know that voice. That’s Reid.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking against the light.

“Pretty boy getting some action.” Morgans's voice taunts the young doctor.

You lift your head, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey,” Spence softly says next to you, “we just landed.”

Once you fully sit up with your eyes open you can see Derek making kissing faces at Reid while he walks out.

Everybody seemed to have already left. It is just you and Reid on the jet.

“Did I fall asleep?” You ask

Spencer chuckles a little, trying to put his hair behind his ear. “Yeah after about five minutes you passed out on my shoulder.”

Oh no, it was already bad enough that you couldn’t stop staring at Spencer, but this set in stone that you are way more into him than you should be as colleagues. Everybody on the plane saw it as well. You could already hear Derek bullying you.

And poor Spence, he must’ve been so uncomfortable having you all against him.

You can feel your entire body flushing red.

“Spencer, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

The man’s gaze softens. “y/n it’s okay, you were tired.”

“I know, but still, I know how you don’t like people touching you.” You quickly start packing your stuff to leave.

“Really y/n I didn’t mind,” He looks away nervously “Some people I like having closer than others.”

“That’s sweet Spence.” You smile at him when he looks back at you.

You both get up to leave the jet. Even though Spencer was okay with everything. You still couldn’t really ignore what Derek was saying. Why was he making kissing noises at you?

it probably would be best to let it be, still, some insecurities came up.

“What was Morgan talking about?” You ask while making your way to the bullpen to get your last stuff.

Spencer looks like he saw a ghost.

“Oh..erm,” He starts fixing his clothes. “Nothing really… he was making a joke.”

His nervousness gives you a little hope. Maybe you can push him a little further.

“What about?”

You see the man next to you gulp. “About someone, he knows I like, but we don’t need to talk about it it’s not like she would like me anyway and even if she did it wouldn’t be responsible because…” He starts to ramble.

“Spence,” you chuckle a little while you grab his arm. He stops walking in the middle of a hallway. The taller man is looking everywhere except at you. His cheeks and ears flushed red.

Could this really be, you think to yourself, the doctor Spencer Reid has a crush on you, Y/n Y/l/n?

You’re stomach is doing flips, but you need to be sure before you not only put your friendship but also potentially your job on the line.

“Why wouldn’t it be responsible?” You coo, eyes fluttering up at him.

“Well, according to FBI regulations, two agents can only be in a relationship if they share the same position. So, that results in not being able to get promoted. That is not even considering what would happen to the team if you didn’t like me back.

Your chest erupts into butterflies when you hear the last sentence. Reids' eyes widen when he realises what he said. He is about to start to ramble again.

You stand on your tiptoes and grab his shirt to pull him down a little. You press your lips on him to shut him up.

His hands slowly make their way to your waist. It’s a little awkward and sweet. Just like Spencer. Fireworks erupt in your chest. You pull away a little.

“I like you too Spence.” You murmur against his lips. You feel him smile against your lips as he kisses you again.

You didn’t expect your first kiss with Spencer to be in the middle of a hallway in the FBI building, but with him it’s perfect.

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Lovesick (NSFW)

When spring turns into summer, Might Guy tends to get a lot more… Energetic. It’s something that Kakashi Hatake has noticed over the past couple decades of being friends with the other Jonin, who frequently drags him out to go eat and train more often during the warmer months.

Currently, he’s stuck with Guy, sitting on a log at the training grounds (not that he’d rather be anywhere else). He pretends to read his book while watching Guy train. Since it’s a ninety degree day, Guy has ditched his jumpsuit and opted to train shirtless with nothing but his shoes and a pair of loose shorts on. For whatever reason, Kakashi can’t take his eyes off of Guy’s moving form.

He convinces himself that it must just be because Guy is getting stronger.

Yes, that’s it. That must be why he can’t take his eyes off of the older man. Because he’s getting stronger… Not because his upper body is on full display with his muscles shifting under tan, sweaty skin. Not because Kakashi is trying to drink him in. Because he’s getting stronger.

Despite the fond smile he puts on, the heat bothers Kakashi more than it ever has before. His heart is pounding in his chest and his cheeks are bright pink under his mask. Maybe he should’ve opted for shorts, too.

Almost as if he can read Kakashi’s thoughts, Guy takes a break from beating the ever living shit out of a training dummy to glance over his shoulder at Kakashi and ask-

“Is something wrong, rival?”

“Uh, no, nothing,” Kakashi murmurs. He isn’t sure why his voice cracks the way it does. “Nothing at all.”

“Are you sure?” Guy questions, because when does he ever take no for an answer? He walks over to Kakashi and kneels down to move his forehead protector away from his face. Kakashi almost pushes him away, but then, he feels Guy’s hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. For some reason, the gesture nearly makes him pass out. Guy’s pecs are right in front of his face and Kakashi slaps himself for the image that comes to mind of him burying his face in them. “You look a little red! Don’t tell me you’re coming down with something,”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just the weather,” Kakashi lies through his teeth and shuts his eyes to avoid having to look at Guy any further. He thinks his heart might burst if he does. “Thanks for your concern, but I should really get going. The dogs are due for their dinner.”

That’s a lie, too. His Ninken have freshly cooked dinner in the fridge that they can access just fine- Kakashi doesn’t need to feed them, and they eat when they want, not at a scheduled time.

“Ah, alright!” Guy doesn’t seem to believe Kakashi, but he does back off, standing up and going back to his training dummy. “See you later; stay youthful!”

“Right…” Kakashi sighs and stands up to leave. “You, too.”

Later that night, Kakashi goes to bed, hoping that the weird feelings from today will go away by the morning. Unfortunately, he’s not that lucky. Part of him starts to think that Guy was right and that he really is coming down with some sort of illness up until he falls asleep in his room and dreams about the older man.

The dream is unlike any he’s ever had before. Rather than nightmares about his friends and all the people he’s killed (or both), this dream is a nightmare of his own. They’re in a room that Kakashi doesn’t recognize. Guy is underneath him, stark naked, and Kakashi is on top, kissing the older man and running his hands through silky black hair as he fucks into him. The noises of skin slapping skin and moaning are prevalent as their lips are pressed together, and right before Kakashi finishes inside, he wakes up.

“Oh my God,” Kakashi gasps as he sits straight up. His body is covered in sweat, his dick is hard, and there’s precum in his boxers from what he was just dreaming about. He looks over at the alarm clock on his nightstand to see that it’s five in the morning, far earlier than he would ever get up, but he can’t close his eyes without seeing that dream, so he decides he’ll go take a cold shower. Still astounded by what his mind has conjured up, he forces himself out of bed and rambles- “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK-“

Right as he stumbles into the bathroom, there’s a knock on the door.

Just fucking great, he thinks with a sigh. Who the hell is here to see him at five in the morning? Kakashi wants to scream.

He grumbles curses under his breath and goes to the door. He opens it slightly and hides his lower body behind it to conceal the raging erection that is still very much there. To his horror, on the other side of the door is none other than the cause of said raging erection, AKA his best friend, Might Guy.

“Kakashi, my dearest rival!” Guy greets with a beaming smile. Kakashi can’t help but notice that the man is only wearing a pair of athletic shorts that go down to the middle of his thighs and cling tightly enough to his sunkissed skin that nothing is left to the imagination. Kakashi wants to tear the shorts off so badly that he has to grip the door to keep himself from dragging Guy into his apartment and doing just that. “Would you like to come with me for my morning workout? I wanted to see who could run a hundred laps around the village the fastest!”

“…I’m going to have to pass. I’m still rather tired, I didn’t sleep very well,” Kakashi lies yet again, avoiding eye contact.

“That’s fine! Would you like to grab breakfast instead?”

“I, uh,” Kakashi stammers. It doesn’t sound like a bad time, but he’s not in the condition to be around Guy at all right now. He can’t even look the man in the eye. “I think I’m coming down with something like you said yesterday. It seems you were right. I’d hate to get you sick.”

“I appreciate that, but are you okay? I can come take care of you!” Guy offers. “My workout and breakfast aren’t nearly as important as your health, my dear rival, and I have an amazing immune system, so I promise you won’t get me sick.”

“I think it’s just a cold. I’ll be fine,” Kakashi insists. He has to ignore the pang of guilt that consumes him when he looks up to see Guy standing there, looking utterly concerned and dejected. “See you later.”

With that, Kakashi shuts the door a little too hard and heads back to the shower.

Hours pass following Guy’s impromptu 5AM visit. The cold shower didn’t help, and Kakashi ended up having to take care of himself to the thought of the wet dream he had about Guy. Thinking about it makes him feel guilty- gross- masturbating to his sweet, innocent best friend who’s none the wiser to these newfound feelings of Kakashi.

By the time noon rolls around, Kakashi is still sitting on the bathroom floor with his head in his hands.

He’s come to a terrible few conclusions; one, he wants to fuck Guy and has been wanting to for a while. It’s been obvious in how his eyes have lingered a little too long on Guy’s cut body when they’ve been together, obvious in how he finds himself flustered and embarrassed when the man works out in front of him with such little clothing on.

Two, he’s in love with Guy, because Kakashi can’t imagine having sex with someone he isn’t in love with and Guy has always been there- been his best friend- even when Kakashi didn’t treat him right. Of course, he’s in love with him. It all makes sense.

And, finally, three, Kakashi has no idea what to do about it. Part of him wants to get it over with and tell Guy, because for all he knows, the feeling is mutual and both of them could have been missing out on a beautiful relationship (and amazing sex) for years now. The other part of him is scared that Guy will reject him and that their friendship will be ruined forever. Perhaps it’s a little dramatic, a little ridiculous, but Kakashi can’t help himself.

So, when the evening hits, he gets up, gets dressed, and heads out of his apartment to go see Asuma Sarutobi. Asuma has been a good friend of his for a few years now, and him and Kurenai have had a successful relationship, so maybe he’ll have some good advice.

When Kakashi gets to Asuma’s doorstep and knocks on the door, it takes so long for someone to answer it that he almost thinks no one is home despite the lights clearly being on through the cracks in the blinds of the front windows. However, right when Kakashi turns to leave, the door opens.

Instead of Asuma, there’s Kurenai, who’s bright red in the face and wearing a bathrobe.

Except, she doesn’t smell of soap and appears totally dry- even her hair, which is tied into a messy ponytail. The usually immaculate makeup on her face is smeared.

“Uh, have I…” Kakashi turns back around and clears his throat. “Interrupted something?”

“No- well, yes,” Kurenai answers. Kakashi can see Asuma in the background, scrambling to untie his hands (???) and throw a shirt and pants over his boxers. “But you look… Rough, so obviously, whatever you’ve got going on is more important. Would you like to come inside?”

“Please,” Kakashi nods.

“Just give us a moment.”

Kurenai closes the door. A few moments later, her and Asuma open it, looking much more presentable. The three walk into the living room with Asuma and Kurenai sitting together in a loveseat and Kakashi sitting across from them in a recliner chair. It almost feels as if he’s in a therapy session.

“So, what’s wrong, Kakashi? Did someone die?” Asuma asks as he pulls a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table and lights it. The entire house reeks of cigarette smoke, which Kakashi can’t stand, but Kurenai seems totally immune to it. “I haven’t seen you looking this distraught in a while.”

“While part of me died a little inside today, no, no one actually died,” Kakashi laughs and leans back. He runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t laugh at me for what I’m about to say.”

“Okay…?” Kurenai says with a confused look on her face.

“I think I’m in love with Guy.”

Silence. Asuma looks totally stunned, while Kurenai doesn’t appear to be surprised in the slightest.

Asuma is the first to speak.

“Really? Him?”

“I know, that’s what I thought, too! I mean, it’s Guy,” Kakashi spits. Guy is a comical character. Even though he’s capable of being serious, and even though he’s a great man with incredible strength, he’s also… Laughable at times. Totally unembarrassed to be himself. Perhaps that’s why Kakashi neglected to see him in a romantic light for so long. Frustrated, Kakashi rambles to his two friends about his thoughts. “He’s loud and ridiculous, and he runs around with that stupid bowl cut and that green jumpsuit that clashes with the orange ankle weights he always wears, and he’s just- well, him. I never thought of him like that, but then the idea came to mind and the realization sort of just… Hit me, and now I can’t make the feelings go away.”

“Oh, honey…” Kurenai winces.

“I’m still shocked that out of everyone in this village that you could’ve possibly chosen to have the hots for-“ Asuma starts, to which Kakashi quickly cuts him off.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Are you okay?” Kurenai asks.

“I’m fine, I just… Don’t even know what to do with this information now that I’ve figured it out. I’m embarrassed, too,” Kakashi sighs. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to face Guy again- or, if he can, what the hell he’ll say. “I mean, how long have I been in love with him without even knowing? Just the other day I saw him as my friend, and now I can’t look at him or think about him without feeling like my heart is going to burst.”

“Well, Kakashi, I hate to have to be the one to put it like this,” Asuma takes a drag off of his cigarette, then continues. “But you have two options here; stay quiet and avoid your feelings and Guy forever, which will make you miserable, or fess up to your feelings and tell him the truth, which could risk him rejecting you. It’s one or the other.”

“Asuma! What a terrible way of putting it,” Kurenai scolds, then looks over at Kakashi. “Look, Kakashi, I know this is difficult for you since you and Guy have been friends for so long, but you should tell him. Keeping it a secret will only weigh on you, and even if he doesn’t feel the same way, it’s best to get it off your chest. I’m sure that no matter what his feelings are, Guy will continue to be your best friend just as he has been for so many years. It’ll be fine.”

“...Thank you,” Kakashi smiles and stands. “I think that’s what I needed to hear. I’ve bothered you guys enough for tonight, so I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” Asuma nods and burns his cigarette out in the ashtray that’s on the coffee table.

“Let us know if you need anything, alright?” Kurenai questions.

“Of course,” Kakashi responds, and then, he leaves, walking back into the air of the cold night.

He can’t help but wonder what Guy is up to right now…

Days pass after that.

Kakashi locks himself in his apartment, debating on what to do. He knows he needs to tell Guy the truth (minus the wet dream, probably). He just doesn’t know how to go about it. The first day he spent trying to form a script to say it out loud, which didn’t work. He just couldn’t find the wording. The second day he spent trying to write everything out in the form of a love letter, which didn’t work either. He’s no Jiraiya, after all. The third day he spent trying to plan a romantic date, but that was difficult as Guy would literally like anything and everything in terms of activities. The man has never been all that picky, which actually makes planning something romantic very difficult for Kakashi.

By day four, Kakashi feels cooped up. According to his schedule, he isn’t due to be assigned on another mission for at least a week after having come back from a C-rank with his Genin team- who are probably pissed at him for not showing up to train them during his little crisis. That’s the least important of his worries, though, so he figures he’ll deal with it later once he figures out the whole Guy situation.

Speaking of that, though, when he gets up to shower that morning, all he can think about is Guy.

The dreams have gotten worse.

So, as he allows the hot water to run over him and runs his soapy hands up and down his lithe frame, he imagines that the hands aren’t his- that they’re Guy’s, and that they’re exploring his body with such ardent passion that it justifies the shiver that tears through him. With his back facing the faucet, Kakashi leans one arm against the wall of the shower and reaches down with the other to touch himself. Only, right as his hand makes contact with his half-hard dick, there’s a knock on the front door.

“God fucking dammit,” Kakashi hisses between gritted teeth. He quickly turns the shower nozzle to cold water in hopes that it’ll kill the erection, and while it does achieve that much, it certainly doesn’t kill the festering sexual frustration that lies underneath the surface of his clammy skin. Regardless, Kakashi quickly hops out of the shower, dries off, and tosses a sleeveless tank and a pair of boxers on. After all, it’s still six in the morning and the only person who would bother coming by this early is- “Guy… What could he want? Probably just to go eat or something.”

Kakashi goes to answer the door. To no one’s surprise, Guy is standing there, fully dressed in his jumpsuit, leg weights, shoes, and Jonin vest. It’s been raining the past couple days, so it makes sense that Guy isn’t dressed for the summer weather like he has been lately. Kakashi finds that to be a relief as he eyes the man up and down- this time he isn’t bombarded with thighs that he wants his head crushed between, pecs that he wants to bury his face in, abs that he wants to lick until his mouth hurts, and an ass that he thinks he could play with until the end of time.

Right. This is just totally normal Guy, in his totally normal and stupid jumpsuit.

“Kakashi! Glad to see you’re alive, you know, you had me very concerned!” Guy speaks the moment Kakashi opens the door. So that’s why he’s here. It makes sense- because of Kakashi’s little crisis, he’s been ghosting everyone he knows for days now. Only Kurenai and Asuma are aware of the reason, but Kakashi knows that they wouldn’t betray his trust by telling Guy about it, even if they’re friends with him like they are with Kakashi. “Disappearing like that for days- goodness, I haven’t seen you anywhere!”

“Guy… My mistake, I’ve just been down with a cold,” Kakashi quickly lies, though he feels guilty for it. His face burns bright red underneath the mask that’s connected to his shirt. “I’m feeling better now, though-”

“Clearly you’re not! Your face is bright red,” Guy reaches out and puts his hand on Kakashi’s forehead. Kakashi is reminded of that day they went training and Guy did this exact maneuver- it’s where this all started. “And it feels like you’re running a fever! You know, just because you’re my rival doesn’t mean I want you to deal with illness by yourself- you’re also my best friend, so it’s my responsibility to take care of you.”

“It’s really not,” Kakashi huffs, to which Guy quickly retorts-

“Are you saying you wouldn’t do the same for me?”

Kakashi’s blush only grows heavier, because of course he would. If Guy were to ever fall ill, which never happens, Kakashi would be there to care for him in a heartbeat.

“That’s different-”

“No, it’s not, you’re just being stubborn,” Guy scolds and pushes his way into Kakashi’s apartment, shutting the door behind him. He puts his hands on his hips (which Kakashi now notices are beautifully shaped with defined hip dips that he just wants to put his hands on-) and orders Kakashi around. “Now go lay down! I’ll make you some tea and clean up the place so you can rest.”

Kakashi sighs, knowing that there’s no getting out of this. He listens and goes to his bedroom to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling until Guy eventually decides to grace him with his presence.

It takes roughly an hour, which is understandable. Kakashi’s apartment has been a mess of clothes thrown everywhere and dog toys strewn about, dirty dishes left in the sink and towels and rags left in the bathroom. Part of him is thankful that the Ninken have been out with his kids lately instead of at home. They would judge him for the mess more than Guy ever could.

The fact that Guy even offers to clean the place is amazing, and for him to come into Kakashi’s bedroom with a smile on his face and two cups of tea in hand afterwards is just shocking. Then again, it’s Guy. The man is somehow capable of doing even the worst of things with a smile.

Since no one else is there, Kakashi pulls his mask down and sits up with his back against the headboard. Guy quietly enters the room- an oddity from him that has Kakashi raising his eyebrows. The atmosphere feels unusually tense as Guy sits next to him and hands him a cup of tea. They’re sitting so close together that Kakashi’s thigh brushes against the other Jonin’s.

His tea is just the way he likes it- free of sugar and free of milk. When he looks at the cup Guy has, he can see that it’s the opposite, loaded with cream and sweeteners that Kakashi keeps in his kitchen especially for days like this when Guy decides to come over.

And Kakashi smiles. That smile only grows when Guy’s head is rested on his shoulder, and while he wanted to do this in a more romantic way, he can’t help how he proceeds to spill his feelings out loud.

“I can’t pretend anymore.”

“Huh?” Guy blinks and sets his teacup down in the windowsill adjacent to the bed.

“I’m not sick. I’ve been cooped up here because I’ve been dealing with some newfound emotions, but,” Kakashi takes a deep breath, chugs the rest of his tea down, and places the cup on the nightstand before finishing. His heart is beating so hard in his chest that it hurts. “Today really just cemented those feelings. I’m in love with you.”

“Kakashi, that’s a cruel joke! I know about your love for mischief, but really, rival, that’s just cruel-” Guy starts to chew him out, but when his eyes land on Kakashi’s face, his cheeks turn red. He quickly stops his righteous rant and stutters. “Oh… Oh! You’re-”

“Yes, I’m actually quite serious,” Kakashi sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know, I can’t really believe it either, but I promise you, I’m not joking. Like you said, that would be rather cruel.”

Kakashi doesn’t know what to expect. Whether Guy reciprocates or not, he has no idea. Part of him expects for Guy to offer up a pity date, or maybe to just politely reject him and leave. Instead, Guy’s expression shifts to the most serious one Kakashi has seen on him in a while as he asks-

“How long?”

Kakashi blinks.

“What?”

“How long have you felt this way?” Guy reiterates.

“I don’t know, a while? I mean, it took me forever to actually realize it, but it sort of just… Happened.”

Guy clears his throat, then reaches forward to place a hand on Kakashi’s cheek. It’s cool and calloused, his thumb running over one of Kakashi’s high cheekbones. Finally, after what feels like forever, Guy whispers back.

“I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“You’re not just saying that to spare my feelings, are you?”

“I’m not,” Guy insists with a shake of his head. “I mean every word of it.”

“Oh, well… That’s a relief,” Kakashi sighs again. The world feels like it’s crashed down on top of him in the best way possible. Nothing in his life has ever been this easy before and it’s overwhelming. He loves Guy, and Guy loves him back, but what are they supposed to do with that information now that they have it? “What now?”

“Well, if you’re really not sick,” Guy murmurs, unusually quiet. His face is the reddest that Kakashi has ever seen. “Why don’t you come over here?”

“Okay,” Kakashi nods in a way that’s embarrassingly enthusiastic.

Then, he’s turning his body to face Guy’s and swallowing his anxieties so he can grab Guy by the collar of that stupid jumpsuit and kiss the life out of him. What he expects to just be a night of kissing and cuddling while talking about these newfound feelings quickly changes, though. One kiss turns into two, then three, then to so many that Kakashi can’t even count as Guy nips at his bottom lip and pulls at his hair so hard that it makes Kakashi moan into his mouth.

Before Kakashi can even stop to think better of doing this so fast or to ask questions, he finds himself rolling them over so that Guy is flat on his back on the bed with Kakashi on top of him. Kakashi’s knees are on either side of Guy’s hips, keeping him pinned there, and one of his hands naturally moves to grab both of Guy’s wrists to pin them above his head.

“R-Rival-” Guy stutters, a lovesick grin gracing his lips and hearts in his eyes. “I never knew you were so…”

“What? Passionate?” Kakashi murmurs and leans down to kiss at the older man’s neck. “It’s very seldom that I get like this, but I definitely can when it comes to you, you know.”

At that, Guy’s blush spreads down to his neck. Kakashi realizes that he’s much more in control than he ever would’ve thought he was to begin with; because now, he realizes that Guy is just as weak for him as he is for Guy, and he plans to take full advantage of that after having suffered for days because of his feelings.

“Are we about to make love?” Guy questions, and Kakashi can’t help but chuckle, because that’s such a Guy way of putting that they’re inching dangerously close to fucking on Kakashi’s bed right after confessing their love. “H-Hey, why are you laughing? I’m serious, rival, this isn’t funny! It was a legitimate question!”

“I know you were serious,” Kakashi hums and uses his spare hand to unzip Guy’s Jonin vest. Then, he sits up, waiting for Guy to make the next move. Guy seems just as enthusiastic Kakashi to get this going, which is evident in the way he haphazardly chucks his vest to the floor, abandons his weapons pouch, shoes, and ankle weights somewhere on the mattress, and struggles to get out of his jumpsuit so he can throw the ugly green garment that usually accompany it into Kakashi’s bedroom wall. “It’s just that the way you say things is cute. You’re cute. So, is that what you want, then? Want me to top you? To ‘make love’ to you, as you put it?”

“Well,” Guy huffs, then sits up on his elbows and stares up at Kakashi. Kakashi doesn’t meet Guy’s gaze, though. Instead, he finds himself staring at Guy’s body. He’s seen plenty of it now, sure, but not like this. This is different. Rather than innocuously running around the village in only a pair of skin-clad shorts or hanging around Kakashi with no shirt and some sweatpants that hang too low on his hips for comfort, rather than stepping out of the bathhouse with a towel around his waist and water dripping down his hot body or merely changing clothes in front of Kakashi, Guy is willingly splayed out on the bed, damn near naked for him with nothing but lust and adoration in his onyx eyes. “Of course that’s what I want, rival. Don’t act coy with me.”

“You don’t want me to act coy with you, huh?” Kakashi replies and takes his tank top off. It lands somewhere in the same pile of fabric as Guy’s jumpsuit did just moments before. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

“H-Huh?”

“The dreams I’ve had about you… The amount of times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you when I realized how I felt,” Kakashi starts. With every few words he utters, there’s a kiss pressed to Guy’s skin. His neck, his arms, his ridiculously defined abs, his collar, his hips, his legs- Guy is a masterpiece that Kakashi wants to explore every inch of. Accompanying every kiss is a gentle scrape of his fangs down Guy’s sunkissed skin that has the older man shuddering beneath him. In the midst of it all, he slides his hands underneath Guy’s back and brings them down until he can grope the firm yet plush ass he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of for God knows how long now. “Those fucking shorts you showed up in the other morning- I just wanted to rip them off of you and fuck you until all you could say was my name. Was it all on purpose? Did you have any idea what you were doing to me?”

“I-” Guy struggles to muster up anything; even a single word. Kakashi’s grin grows. This may be the quietest he’s ever had Guy before, and it’s all because Kakashi is on top of him, talking him down and loving on his perfect body. Guy can’t even meet Kakashi’s gaze, and his blush has spread to the middle of his chest. “Well, um…”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this flustered before,” Kakashi teases. He’s hardly done anything and yet Guy already looks fucked out of his mind, which is oddly satisfying for the younger man, who’s been stuck in this apartment in an emotional crisis over his newfound lust for Guy. Now, it’s his turn to return the favor. “What, is it too much for you? For me to talk to you like this? I’m sure you’ve never heard me sound so raunchy, so maybe I should stop before it overwhelms you.”

“No, I like it,” Guy objects a little too fast. “Please, keep going.”

“Oh, so you do like it when I talk to you like this?” Kakashi chuckles and moves back up the length of Guy’s body so he can brush their noses together, so their breaths can intermingle, just because he knows it’ll make Guy a little more speechless.

“Yes,” Guy sighs, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Then I’ll be sure to keep doing it. You’re such a cocktease, you know that?”

“Kakashi… You’re just being mean with the teasing at this point. Is it because I won the last challenge you gave me? It must be- you’re getting revenge on me because you can’t handle being beat at a drinking contest!”

“Gods, no, I’m just having fun- it’s totally unrelated,” Kakashi chuckles. “My bad, I guess I got a bit carried away. Why don’t you bend over for me? Get on your hands and knees so I can make you feel good.”

“Okay,” Guy listens to Kakashi easily like he has been since they started all of this. “Just be gentle with me, will you, rival? It’s a little embarrassing to admit this, but it’s been a while since I’ve been in someone else’s bed!”

At that, Kakashi calms down, if only for a moment. His heartbeat slows. He looks down at this man that he’s so, so in love with and offers the most reassuring smile he can come up with- even with his heart in his throat.

“Of course. You have nothing to worry about,” Kakashi murmurs and leans down to kiss Guy on the cheek. “All this talk means nothing if I don’t give you what you want, right? I’ll be sure to be nice to you, Guy.”

Kakashi gets up so Guy can reposition himself on the bed.

Just as Kakashi instructed, Guy gets on his hands and knees, even spreading his legs just enough for Kakashi to be able to comfortably nestle his body between them. Kakashi wastes no time in pulling Guy’s boxers down and even allows them to linger around the other Jonin’s ankles so that he doesn’t have to spend the extra seconds yanking them off and getting them on the floor.

Guy shifts from his hands to his forearms and gasps at the feeling of being exposed to the cold air of Kakashi’s apartment. Still, he arches his back beautifully, almost as if begging for Kakashi’s touch. Kakashi, desperate to fulfill the silent request, reaches into his nightstand for a bottle of lube that he’s sure he hasn’t touched in forever and pulls down his own underwear. He sits on his haunches right behind Guy and pours some of the lube onto the fingers of one hand. His other hand rests on the side of Guy’s ass, palming the softness that’s there and watching as it slightly jiggles underneath his touch.

“I’ve gotta be honest with you, rival,” Guy murmurs, his head hanging slightly. “I can’t say this is what I was expecting when I came over to check on you today! It’s certainly a pleasant surprise…”

“I’m inclined to agree,” Kakashi murmurs back and presses a lubed finger up against Guy’s entrance. The ravenette holds his breath and tenses, all of his muscles clenching. “Relax for me, will you? I told you, I’d be nice to you… And if you get uncomfortable at any point, we can stop.”

“Okay,” Guy nods. His body relaxes, if only a little bit. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Kakashi responds before sliding a finger in. At the intrusion, Guy lets out a small groan and pushes his hips back. “There you go. You’re doing good, but try to relax a bit, okay? You’re really tight.”

Kakashi puts in a second finger, and then a third. Guy quickly settles into the touch and starts a steady rhythm of fucking himself on Kakashi’s digits. It’s a nice sight, so even though Kakashi is sure he’s more than prepped after a few minutes of it, he allows the cycle to continue.

“K-Kakashi, I think I’m ready.”

“Hm… I’m not so sure. I think we may need to do this a little more, just in case. I’d hate to get carried away and hurt you, you know.”

“I think I’m more than ready,” Guy grumbles, unusually impatient. Kakashi thrusts his fingers into Guy a little harder in response, and when Guy grips the sheets and cries out, Kakashi can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “You’re just teasing me, Kakashi! If you don’t- ah- stop tormenting me like this, I don’t mind taking charge and making you stop…!”

“Oh, you think you can? Go ahead and try,” Kakashi slips his fingers out and challenges the older man, who looks back at him with a pout. Before Kakashi can even blink, Guy is grabbing him by the wrists and pinning him on his back to the bed- not that he tries to do anything to stop it. Guy sits in his lap, his skin hot and flushed pink, his chest heavily raising and falling with each breath, and his expression the most intense that Kakashi has ever seen it. The ravenette grabs Kakashi’s dick with one hand and hovers just over the sensitive head of it. Kakashi props himself up on his elbows and grins as he watches the raunchy display from his best friend. “God, you look fucking good from this angle.”

“What, you aren’t bothered that I’m on top now?” Guy says, smirking down at him.

“Not at all,” Kakashi says back. “I don’t give a shit where we are as long as you hurry up and get me inside of you already.”

“Are-” Guy swallows deeply and lowers his hips just enough so that their skin makes contact. It’s not enough for him to get in, though, so Kakashi holds his breath in anticipation. “Are you ready, then?”

“Yeah,” Kakashi nods, perhaps a little too fast. “I’m ready.”

So, Guy grabs the lube and coats Kakashi’s dick in a layer of the watery substance before sinking down. Kakashi moans and falls flat onto his back, his hands flying out so he can grab at Guy’s waist. Meanwhile, Guy folds forward and rests his forehead in the crook between Kakashi’s neck and shoulder while bracing himself with his hands on Kakashi’s shoulders.

“Oh, God,” Guy groans, panting into Kakashi’s ear as he adjusts to his length and girth. It takes everything in Kakashi not to just lose his composure and fuck into Guy’s tight body like there’s no tomorrow. “You’re still as big as I remember you being… Gods, it’s so good…!”

“Think-” Kakashi pauses so he can hold back a strangled noise upon feeling Guy’s ass squeezing around him. “Think you can take it?”

“Yes,” Guy answers without so much as a second of hesitation. “Please, let me have it, rival…”

It’s the most submissive and the most embarrassed that Kakashi has ever seen his best friend, and while he’s tempted to simply tease until Guy can’t take it anymore, he decides that it’s best to not discourage the vulnerability that Guy is currently showing by being a dick about it. So, he sits up, leans his back against the headboard, and circles his arms around Guy’s waist so he can fuck up into him. Guy responds by resting his forehead against Kakashi’s and pressing a kiss against the tip of the younger man’s nose.

Oddly enough, that tiny kiss is enough to send Kakashi spiraling into the throes of passion. Kakashi bucks his hips up, up, up until Guy is burying his face back into Kakashi’s neck and letting out an uncontrollable string of pleasured noises.

“Fuck, Guy, you feel amazing,” Kakashi praises. “So good for me… I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Guy breathes back with a circular grind of his hips that makes Kakashi’s eyes roll back. His knees grate against the sheets and into the mattress with the little bounces he offers in an attempt to meet Kakashi’s deep upward thrusts. “So much…!”

They set a steady pace with Kakashi pivoting his hips up to meet Guy’s movements, which quickly turn into weak and needy grinds.

Apparently, when Guy said that it had been a while, he was telling the truth if his desperation is anything to go by. Then again, Kakashi doesn’t dare comment on that, because it’s probably been even longer for him and he’d be lying if he said he weren’t just as into this as Guy is. Kakashi finds himself nearing the edge embarrassingly fast, most definitely a result of him being unintentionally edged by Guy during his almost-masturbation-session in the shower earlier that morning.

“You close?” Kakashi puffs out, to which Guy offers a whine and a hurried shake of his head ‘yes’.

Kakashi reaches in between their abdomens and grabs Guy’s cock to pump it in his hand. With each flick of his wrist and each thrust of the head of his dick into Guy’s prostate, the ravenette gets closer and closer until he’s putting his full weight onto Kakashi and crying out into the cold air of the bedroom. Hot,Kakashi fucks Guy through it until he’s sure that the older man is done. As soon as he’s sure, Kakashi lets go, too, groaning and holding Guy close as he fills him with cum.

Then, they break apart. Kakashi finds a towel on the floor that he used when he showered that morning, and he lazily cleans them up with it.

“What’s on your mind?” Kakashi questions as he lies down on the bed with his arms behind his head. His eyes flicker to Guy, who’s laying on his tummy with his cheek resting against one of his muscular forearms. The older man has a sunny grin on his face and sparkles of joy practically shining in his onyx eyes. “You look quite pleased with yourself.”

“That’s because I am pleased with myself, rival,” Guy responds, his grin growing wider. “Coming over today couldn’t have possibly gone better!”

“Yeah? I’m glad you think so,” Kakashi laughs.

“What? You don’t feel the same way?”

“No, I do. It’s just funny that you actually thought I was sick and that’s why you came over.”

“Well,” Guy starts, then pauses. He looks totally flustered as he pouts and explains himself to Kakashi. “I was worried about you! You cooped yourself up in here for days and didn’t let me know what was going on, so of course I came over! You better never worry me like that again.”

“Okay, okay, I get the point,” Kakashi concedes. “I’ll even make it up to you. Why don’t we get up, take a shower together to get us cleaned up, and go get breakfast like you wanted to the other morning? I’ll even pay for it.”

“Really?” Guy asks with his face lighting up. “You mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t.”

“Yes!” Guy cheers and stands up to rush to the shower. “We’ll have an eating contest!”

Kakashi slowly follows behind with a small smile on his face. Of course, it’s so much like Guy to make a simple outing into one of their contests, even now…

As they hop into the shower together, Kakashi can’t help but beam and pull Guy into his arms for another kiss underneath the steaming hot water.

“I love you,” he says, to which Guy circles his arms around Kakashi’s body and replies-

“I love you, too.”

#kakashi hatake #might gai #might guy #maito gai #kakaguy #kakagai #not safe for naruto #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #naruto shippuden fanfiction #smutshot #kakaguy fanfiction #kakagai fanfiction #oneshot #oneshots #drabble #drabbles

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professorrw · 2 years

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Cheerleader Pt. 7

☆stranger things masterlist☆

Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren’t as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, some angst, potentially more

A/N: AHHHH I'm so ready for volume 2!!!! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

The sun had set in Hawkins by the time you got home and were done eating dinner. Your father had, as expected, stayed silent while you all ate your mom’s homemade spaghetti. The only time Harold said anything was when your mother started sniffling a little too loudly for his taste. “Martha,” he had grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied, casting her gaze at her barely eaten food.

After that you swapped your silver fork to your left hand, which wasn’t your dominant one, so your right hand could hold onto your mothers. She gave you a meek smile and squeezed your hand.

She loved Chrissy and it was more than reasonable for her to be upset. Of all your friends, she was the only one that talked to your mom and let her get involved. Due to her own mother's neglect, Chrissy welcomed it, though she was shy at first. In the three years the two of you had been best friends, your mom had begun to think of Chrissy as her own daughter too.

You stayed behind after dinner to help wash the dishes, letting your mom relax instead of clean up.

You glanced at the clock on the living room wall. It was almost eight o’clock. Tossing the damp towel on the counter you headed up to your room. The backpack you had used earlier had been discarded on your bed, and you picked it up to pack things in it again. This time around you thought more carefully about what you would take with you, thinking of what Eddie might want to use. Your Walkman of course. And if you were taking your Walkman you would need some cassettes. You didn’t have a lot, and you were pretty sure Eddie didn’t listen to Kate Bush or Foreigner. You did however have a Metallica cassette, which your metalhead cousin gifted you at Christmas. You put all three cassettes, plus the Clash and the Police ones in your backpack.

You threw on a jacket, put your shoes on, grabbed your car keys, and you were out the door. Driving through the woods to Lover’s Lake, trees whizzing past, you hoped that Eddie wouldn’t be upset that you left him for so long. A part of you hoped he missed you, but you would understand if he didn’t. You hadn’t known each other for very long, no matter how much fun you guys had the night before. If anything, Eddie probably just wants company, no matter who it was. It probably wouldn’t make any difference to him if it were you or someone else, you thought, making yourself frustrated at the idea.

You didn’t want to think that you liked him. It was… unreasonable. You barely knew each other, so you just couldn't like him. How long does it take before you can say that you like someone? you wandered. Did you like Eddie? Maybe. You knew for sure that you enjoyed his company, and you liked being around him, and you thought his smile was the most radiant thing you had ever seen and you could stare at it forever. Yeah… you liked him. It was terrible timing though. He was on the run from the police and Jason. The entire town was after him. But maybe once his name is cleared…

“Shit,” you cursed, seeing Jason’s SUV in the driveway of Reefer Rick’s house. You shut your car off just off the road, not pulling up to the house just in case one of the basketball players noticed it. You remembered how Eddie had hidden in the shed on the water whenever you weren’t there, so that’s probably where he was hiding now. You tried to be as quiet as possible, moving along the tree line down to the shed in the darkness. Leaves and branches crunched under your step while you carefully walked. Once you made it to the gray tin building you knocked on the door and as quietly as you possibly could said, “Eddie!”

A chill swept through the air as you waited there, casting nervous glances towards the main house. Maybe Jason and the rest of them wouldn’t see the shed at all. They weren’t the brightest so you wouldn’t put it past them. You heard a click come from the other side of the door and it finally creaked open just a sliver. You could see just a peak of Eddie’s eye, presumably making sure it was really you.

He opened the door more, just enough for you to slip in and then immediately shut it back and locked it. “Thank god you’re here,” the brunette said, tension releasing from his person. “I’ve been trying to contact Henderson but I couldn’t get a response.”

“Yeah I went by Nancy’s house and none of them were there. I have no clue where they could be,” you said, looking at Eddie. He looked the same, if not just a bit more freaked out and unkept.

“Well that’s fan-fucking-tastic,” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the window that you could see the house through. “We don’t have much time. They obviously aren’t gonna be able to help us so we need to help ourselves.” He tossed some stuff into the boat that was floating in the water and climbed in.

You raised your eyebrows when he reached out a hand, but you knew that this was really the only option. You took his hand and climbed in too, taking a seat across from him. It rocked conspicuously, causing you to gulp and grip the sides. You laughed nervously.

“Hey,” Eddie said. “It’ll be okay.” He looked at you with concerned eyes, not budging until you nodded in agreement. He picked up the oars and started rowing the boat out into the open water and out of its place in the shed. The water was pitch black; there was nothing to see other than your distorted reflection peering back at you. If you were being honest the entire air was eerie. Then again, it was late at night, and you were aware that something supernatural was going on in Hawkins. You accepted that fact so quickly it was crazy.

Eddie was able to row the boat a few yards from the dock before you saw Jason and Patrick. “Oh fuck,” you said.

“Hey freaks!” Jason yelled, headed towards the edge of the water. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Eddie turned around and saw them, fear evident in his eyes. He dropped the oars and instead started working on the engine. “Come on you piece of shit.”

Back on land Jason and Patrick started undressing.

“Jason don’t you dare come out here!” you yelled.

“Y/l/n you’re just as much of a freak as he is! He killed Chrissy and you’re helping him! He must’ve brainwashed you or something!”

“Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy!” you yelled back. No matter what you said he wasn’t going to listen. He started wading into the water at an alarming rate, coming towards the boat rapidly. Curse his athleticism.

“Fuck!” Eddie yelled. The engine wasn’t starting, just sputtering out each time he pulled the mechanism. He picked the oar back up and began rowing faster than he was before, but Jason was fast. Shockingly fast.

The two of you swapped places, not by your choice but because Eddie had climbed to the front of the boat to paddle. You got out of his way, sitting at the back of the boat and keeping your eye on the two basketball players that were advancing on you. “God Jason stay back! Turn around!”

Jason turned around and looked at Patrick, who was still in the water, and looking around dazed. “Come on man! We almost have them!” No response. “Patrick. Patrick!” he repeated.

“Oh my god!” you shouted after Patrick was sucked down into the water suddenly. “Jason, get him!”

Eddie had stopped paddling, and all three of you stared at the water where Patrick was just moments prior.

“Patrick!” Jason continued to shout.

“Go after him you idiot!” you yelled at Jason. Not a second later something burst through the surface, spraying you with cold water. Against the background of the dark sky was Patrick, suspended by absolutely nothing in midair. You watched in horror as his body contorted and twisted in unnatural ways. It was the most horrific thing you had ever seen in your life. Words could never represent or recreate what you were seeing. As soon as it started, it ended and Patrick’s lifeless body dropped back into the water like an anchor being tossed over the side of a ship.

“Y/n, y/n,” Eddie said, voice trembling. “We need to leave. We have to get out of here.” You heard him but no words were registering in your mind. You were still in shock from the scene you had just witnessed. “Y/n!” he shouted, grabbing your face to get your attention. “We have to leave!” His movements caused the boat to rock violently, and paired with the wake from Patrick’s body the boat tipped, sending you both into the water.

The sudden coldness shot through your body, and paralyzed you. The entire world was a blur. You couldn’t see straight and all noises sounded muted. You felt something tugging on you, pulling you upwards. Your head broke the water's surface, finally allowing you to breathe. It wasn’t a gentle type of breathing, it was gasping -gulping- for air; you could barely get enough into your lungs and even then they were searing with pain.

Blinking hundreds, if not thousands of times you were finally able to see. Eddie was a foot in front of you, searching your face frantically. “Y/n? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?”

You tried to reply but instead coughed up more water. “Y- yeah.”

“Okay,” he let out a breath. He searched for your hand in the water, pulling you closer to him and towards the boat. It was a miracle that it didn’t turn over when you both fell into the water. He managed to hoist himself back up in the boat and then help you climb in too. Your soaked clothes clung to your body, your hair stuck to your face, and your teeth chattered. Eddie was the same exact way, though he was more frantic to get moving than you were. He had already picked the oar back up and started rowing again.

You looked at him, then turned to look at Jason. He floated in the water, saying nothing and doing nothing, just staring at where Patrick had been mere moments before. Why was this town so riddled with death? Why of all towns, must it be Hawkins? Countless innocent people dead, and for what?

“What the fuck,” you said after a few minutes of silence. You could no longer see Jason or Reefer Rick’s house, which would probably be a crime scene tomorrow.

“What the fuck,” Eddie repeated.

“What was that?” you asked.

“It must be the same thing that got Chrissy. The exact same thing happened to her.” He said it quietly. You imagined how it must have felt for Eddie to see what happened to Patrick happen to Chrissy. If you had seen it you would be traumatized. Hell, you were traumatized. That image was something you would never get out of your head. It was so utterly terrifying. You shivered, making Eddie look guilty. “I’m sorry… about tipping us over. Now we’re cold and wet and miserable.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah but-”

You cut him off, “No buts Eddie. You didn’t mean to and you have done nothing wrong. You pulled me out of the water and you’ve been rowing this entire time. I should be thanking you.”

“No you shouldn’t. I- All I’ve been doing is running away. I’m a coward. You’re the brave one,” he said.

You reached out and set your hand on his. “You are nowhere near a coward. And I’m not brave. I’m scared. Scared to death. I don’t know what’s about to happen and neither do you. None of us do. But I do know that we’re going to get through this. Everything is going to work out and be okay in the end. We’re gonna be okay. And maybe-” you sucked in some air. “Maybe we could hang out or something.” That wasn’t what you wanted to say at all. You did want to hang out but did the way you say it make it sound strictly platonic? You sucked at confessions.

He smirked, “You want to hang out with me?”

“Eddie!” you said, face turning red with embarrassment. “You missed the whole point of what I said.”

“No, no, I heard you. And if you think everything is going to be okay then so do I. But do you want to hang out with me?” he added.

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

“Hm?” he hummed. You knew he heard you, he was just picking at you at this point.

“Yes Eddie, I want to hang out with you.” You could barely make out his features but you could tell he was grinning.

“Good, good,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“So… what do we do now?” You were still in the water, it was the middle of the night, or close to it, you couldn’t be sure, and you had nowhere to go.

“Well, I think we should try to contact Henderson first.” Eddie stopped rowing and pulled his walkie-talkie out. Water was dripping from it. Not good. He pressed the button and tried talking but nothing was happening. There wasn’t even static. “Shit.”

“We could try getting to land and finding somewhere to sleep. Or we can keep rowing. It’s up to you.” No matter what he decided it wasn’t going to be too comfortable. Both had disadvantages. If you got out of the water and decided to try to sleep, where would you even do it? If you decided to stay in the boat neither of you would get any sleep.

“Let’s get to land and then we’ll go from there.”

“Alright.”

Some time later Eddie found a spot. You dragged the boat up onto the dirt and started searching. The two of you walked through the trees so close together that your hands would occasionally brush against each other. Neither of you pulled them back when it happened. There was some kind of comfortable silence. At least when it came to talking. The forest made a variety of noises, like branches snapping under foot and the leaves rustling up above and the random small animals that would scurry away.

You weren’t entirely familiar with the area, but Eddie seemed to be somewhat accustomed to it. You came up on a large boulder, which made Eddie stop. “It’s Skull Rock.”

“It’s what?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Here, look.” He took your hand and guided you around the rock, then had you take a few steps back. There it was, a skull shape in the boulder.

“It’s a notorious makeout spot actually,” Eddie said.

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. He looked back at you with a sly smile and shrugged. “I promise it’s a coincidence.”

“U-huh.”

“I guess we can set up camp here for the night and go looking around in the morning.” He looked down at his watch and tapped it a few times. “The damn thing is broken. Probably from when we fell in the water. We can live without it I guess.” He put his hands on his hips and took a good look at your digs for the night. It wasn’t great but it would do.

You took your jacket off and spread it out on the ground under the rock. Goosebumps rose on your arms immediately so you wrapped your arms around yourself and rubbed. You parked your ass on the ground and waved Eddie over. Your backpack was a softish material, one similar to a satchel, so you set it down like a pillow.

Eddie had noticed that you were cold and started shrugging out of his denim vest and leather jacket, prepared to hand them over to you. “No, no, come here,” you said, patting the spot next to you.

He obliged and took a seat. His eyes went wide when you scooted up against him, back to back. Without having to be told- because that’s what he wanted to do- he set his jackets on top like a blanket and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Is this okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. You were so warm he could feel you through his shirt. And you smelled so good. He thought about how he probably smelled. He hadn’t showered in days and he had been in water and in the woods. He internally cursed, hoping that he didn’t smell too unpleasant to you.

“Y/n,” Eddie whispered.

“Hm?”

“I want to hang out with you too.”

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Eddie Munson Taglist: @teenagegoateecollectorposts @linkpk88

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winterhawkkisses · 2 years

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The music sucks, the tie’s half strangling him, and the shoes are crushing his damned feet, so Clint does what he always does at places like this - finds someone else who looks just as fuckin’ miserable as he is.

It’s a toss-up between the old lady with the purse full of candy and the killer aim, and the teen socialite with unfilled piercings all the way up his ears - either way, he figures he could teach ‘em how to get a canape into a wine glass at a hundred paces - but then Clint sees him. And his resistance to temptation has allways been lower than it oughta.

In his defense, when he gets close enough to see, the guy looks like he’s enjoying this about as much as Clint is. He’s putting on a decent show of it but his jaw’s tense as hell and he’s checking the exits like a sinner in church. Although he doesn’t startle when Clint sidles up beside him, just eyes him like he’s already been part of hte threat assessment, he does look kinda surprised when Clint brandishes a plate of the best available snacks.

“I’ve got a whole bunch more in my pockets,” Clint reassures him, when he looks kinda hesitant to accept it. “Plus a flask in my pants for whatever I can get from the free bar.” Admittedly, that one’ll be going to Nat - he doesn’t drink more than beer, ‘cos he doesn’t like what the harder stuff might make him.

“In your pockets.”

The guy says it flatly, but Clint can tell he’s amused.

“Sure, napkins take care of the worst of the sins, and a decent hoover attachment’ll take care of the rest. You’ve gotta get something good out of attending this kinda gig, right? I mean, I considered bringing Tupperware, but I’m told it’d ruin the line of my suit.”

And that is definitely a considering look. A thoughtful, slow and appreciative look.

“Wouldn’t want that.”

“I’m Clint,” he says, and attempts a charming smile. Reviews and reactions have been mixed in the past, but this time it seems to hit just right, and the guy doesn’t make a pretense out of the way his eyes drop to Clint’s mouth and stay there.

“Bucky,” he says, and wears a small smirk of his own.

(Clint’s gonna need more than a hoover attachment to clean his tux by the end of the night, but Bucky’s number fits into his pocket even with all of the vol-au-vents in there, and it sure as hell counts as something good.)

#winterhawk #this is extraordinarily dumb #but in my defence it's 04:59

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bridgeportbritt · 1 year

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What is the greatest extravagance your OCs allow themselves?

Hi!! What a great question! And a bit hard since these Royals seem to have all the extravagance! lol So, let's see what's just unneccesarry little things that they must have for my main characters and spouses!

Bria - There isn't much that Bria doesn't like extravagent. From her clothes to her home and everything in between. An unneccesary luxury for Bria is stationary. She spends way too much money on personalized letterheads, the best pens, and even envelopes and stamps. She has it all customized for her royal duties and KBE! I her mind, the letter is often the first impression so make it count!

Emmitt - While he's a fairly simple guy (as simple as royal can be), Emmitt loves collecting rare whiskies, scotches, and bourbons. He has quite the collection and loves finding rare or interesting bottles. He has spent thousands tracking down and aquiring bottles. It's gotten to the point where they need a room just for them! The biggest problem is he rarely even drinks it! Instead he likes them for gifts and the occasional drink at the end of a long day.

Diana - While it's not uncommon to love books especially as a Royal, Diana takes it to a whole other level. Not only is her home filled with books to the point where she has her own library, but she also has her own personal librarian who tracks the inventory. You cannot borrow a book from Diana without going through this lady. And yes, you will have to bring it back on time or face a fine.

Gerhard - He considers himself a master at getting gifts. It's common for Simovians to shower their loved ones in gifts, but Gerhard really gets into it. One year for Diana's birthday, he honed in on her love for treats, researched the most expensive and delicious dessert, then he contacted the chef and flew him to Willington to make it for her! He got some major points for that one.

Grayson - He often feels like he's not like his family in terms of obsessing over the finer things in life, but Grayson sure grew up in a mansion in Del Sol and now lives in a Palace! While he's not as extreme, he does love comic books. He considers it his guilty pleasure, but really they got him through the rough times of his parents divore. He pays for a service that keeps them in mint condition and has a special storage unit that he can go to to read them. No one really knows about it but Bria, Emmitt and Olivia!

Gianni - The king of finer things, am I right? The list of what he doesn't splurge on might be shorter. Like his mother, Gianni cares a lot about his appearance. Like a lot! This man gets weekly haircuts, pedicures, and skin treatments. He also has his staff shine his shoes, clean his jewelry, and iron his clothes daily even if they aren't worn!

Ella - Currently, Ella doesn't have her own money. It's all controlled by her parents staff. But, that doesn't stop her from spending. Ella is an athlete, so she has to stay in shape and keep her body in peak form. Well, she convinced her parents to literally build an indoor pool, hot tub, sauna, and spa right in their home. Ella gets weekly massage treatments without setting foot out of the palace! She also swims daily when she isn't in the home gym. In her defense, her whole family love the new additions!

#bb asks #thanks for the ask!!!#this was so fun to think about! lol

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lokiessnyx · 1 year

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Review Of Savage Lands #1

You know I am beginning to understand book burning. Yes it is truly that bad.

I saw this book the other day and I saw that a reviewer I liked gave this book four stars and I decided that I would try it. From the second chapter I realized what a big mistake I made.

We start the book with our main character obviously bexelely. I must warn you that I cannot be bothered to write her ridiculous name properly. So bexly is about to steal supplies from trains to give to the poor with her best friend Caden. Now she makes sure to tell us that she is not doing it for the poor people, no she does it for the thrill. Now that's fine, not everyone has to be a paragon of goodness.

Now we are made to believe she is so great at doing this, and I just wonder how she has never been caught. For the two times raiding we see her be an idiot, waste time, and nearly get caught the first time and actually get caught the second time.

Now she gets her best friend in trouble since his father is someone important and he gets mad at her. They have some boring teenage romance angst going on between them. Now though I do agree that Beatly is an idiot, I'm not going to excuse Caden caught she did not drag him away unconscious, he agreed to help her so it's also on him.

Now the second chapter is where I encountered the second problem.

I knew I was different from most girls around here. My Russian and Irish roots gave me pale skin, but extremely dark and sharp features. “Unique” and “stunning” were words I heard the most, along with “intimidating.” I had a lot of male attention and interest, but most guys stayed away, like an invisible line had been drawn around me. Either they were scared of me or didn’t want to cross the most formidable cadet at the school.

--Chapter 2.

Our main character was a vain brat and for some reason everyone is in love with her and she makes sure to let you know that. Not only does she repeat how slim and inhumanely beautiful she is, other people do.

“Sergiu?” I gagged. “Are you serious? Gross. Plus, haven’t you heard the rumors about him?”

“His kink is beating up prostitutes he’s screwing, and he won’t date anyone because he thinks he’s above everyone?” She shrugged. “Yeah, but think how riled up Caden would get if you flirted with him. Might finally get him to act. Because Sergiu would fall over his tongue to get to you. All men do.”

The men really took it personally, proving sexism was still alive and well. Not just because I was a slim, petite-boned girl, but it seemed to piss the boys off that I was pretty too. As if that was the reason they lost their concentration. As if someone who looked as I did shouldn’t be able to outmatch them.

-- Chapter Three

I wasn’t the kind of girl who enjoyed getting dressed up in torturous outfits and shoes, and I was rarely on my best behavior with stuffy, boring people. I’d rather be in my cargo pants and tank hanging out with Caden, drinking palinka.

-- Chapter Three

Of course she is not like other girls.

“Yes, she is.” Vale chuckled, stepping up to me. “Most grown men, fae or human, pee their pants when we show up.” He pressed the gun I’d briefly held into my temple while the healer dressed my wounds. “You are a spirited one. Gave me a little rush, human.”

--Chapter 8

“It’s only been six days since her capture; she is still healing, but don’t underestimate her,” Sloane added, pushing me forward toward them.

--Chapter 9.

Even the people that hate her kind and want to enslave her are complementing her. It's annoying every time it happens cause its just a waste of page. Like we know girl.

Back to the narration. So she is in her fight academy or something where she is getting her butt kicked because she did not sleep well. The guy she is fighting with that for reason want to sleep with her calls her a hoe and says she slept with him years ago and the class is all fascinated with all this tea but Berdly wont allow this blow to her ego so she gives this wonderful comeback:

“Honestly, you were so incompetent in bed, I’d be surprised if you can even get yourself off.” My voice went low and husky.

There was a beat.

“Oooohhhh, dammmnnn!” A few guys laughed, covering their mouths in shock.

--Chapter 3

What a middle school insult like if you ever said that as a comeback in my class you would have been laughed at and mocked. Like its so lame. This class must be starved for comebacks if that comeback warrants ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh and dammmmmmmmmmnnn. See how annoying that is and that leads to me third problem with this book. The author's exclamations. She stretches out words needlessly for no reason and for me of all people to notice it. It was done a lot.

Anyway, she beats him up because she is so wonderful and sees Caden randomly leaning on a wall looking mad about Berdly sleeping with that guy, and leaves. Her best friend comes up and the interaction goes like this:

Random friend whose name I do not remember: Oh my gosh girl did you really sleep with that guy. You are soooo much better than him.

Berdly: I know right.

Friend: So spill the tea, what's going on with you and Caden. He looked so pissed with Aron saying those stuff.

Berdly: Oh, we're just friends and he doesn't like me and it's not like we almost kissed yesterday or something.

Friend: Omg girl. I have the perfect plan for you guys to get together. So at the party tonight---

Berdly: What party?

Friend: The one Caden's dad is hosting for the official visitor.

Berdly: Oh I don't care about stuff like that at all. I'd rather be drinking with the boys.

Friend: Whatever back to my plan. So you know Caden was just angry at you for sleeping with another guy who is a jerk and treats you like crap, I want you to go flirt with that guy that beats the woman he sleeps with and Caden will be so jealous and confess to you. This will totes not go wrong at all. Also did I mention that you are beautiful.

After that horrible exchange we cut to Bexly dressing for the party while Caden's mum tells her that she is beautiful and there was time when woman had a choice to marry refuses to elaborate and leaves.

She gets to the party and she notices Caden is drinking and she immediately assumes it's because of her because of course everything revolves around her. They have a then boring melodramatic conversation where they almost confess their love for each other but are conveniently interrupted by Caden's father who takes them to meet the visiting official after a while. We then have a truly disgusting paragraph about the man's wife.

“Yes. We do.” Lazar[visitng official] twisted to peer behind him, flicking his head at the figures. His stunning wife, Sorina, stepped forward, silent and demure. She used to model, prostitute, and work in adult movies before he pulled her from the trenches and made her rich and pampered. He treated her similar to a second-class citizen, and probably reminded her at every turn he could send her back into poverty’s cruel embrace. She smiled and did all the right things but was vacant and dead behind her eyes. I wanted to feel bad for her, but she made her own bed…

Really Bexly. A woman who lives in the dregs and poverty and probably was forced to sell her body for money find a man who marries her and shares his riches with her. He treats her badly but she can't leave because she is will return to prostitution and poverty and it's her fault not the fault of the system you live in or something. The system that Bexly benefits her. This is the moment when this book became truly bad to me.

Caden's Dad then reveals he plans to marry her off to the visiting official's son [the one who beats the woman he sleeps with]. Bexly is horrified at this but I could only think that well, you made your own bed.

Caden gets pissed off and leaves. Bexly then realizes that the reason she is being married off is because Caden's Dad want her to be the woman who will take control over the official's land. Bexly mentally swears to put everything she has learned to good use and she will made him proud and this was the one moment I sensed something good in this book but it is promptly thrown away a few lines later.

Bexly still feels overwhelmed by this and run away from the party in heels. I have to give her that though, running with heels *shudders*. She meets up with Caden drunk and lo and behold he confesses his love to her and we have this interaction that had me wondering what in the Romeo and Juliet was I reading:

“Why?” he snapped back to me. “We should probably start learning not to. You’ll soon be confiding in your husband.”

“Stop.” My lip lifted in a grimace. “Don’t even start that shit. You think I want this? You think this is what I dreamed of? The man I wanted to spend my life with?”

“Then refuse.”

“Refuse?” A barked laugh tore at my throat. “Like it’s so easy.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t make this sound as if it’s simple. I have nothing, Caden. Nothing.”

***

Caden froze, not moving away, but not moving closer, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Brex, don’t.”

“Why?” Pain and desperation rang in the single word like a bell. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

His chest moved violently up and down. “More than you know.”

“Then please, Caden.”

Agony flinched his cheek. “I can’t.”

Rejection filled my eyes, shattering my chest as if ice cracking open.

He grabbed my cheek, his warm palm cupping my face, his eyes wild and desperate.

***

“That’s why I can’t.” Both his hands slid along my jaw, drawing me closer to him, his mouth skimming mine. “Because if I get a taste of you, I will never be able to let you go. And seeing you with Sergiu…it will destroy me.” He leaned his forehead into mine, torturing me with the proximity of his lips, his hot breath against my mouth.

***

He inhaled sharply, like I was breaking him down. His mouth skated over mine, landing on the corner of my lips, kissing me softly. “I can’t. Kissing you, being with you, will destroy me. I must do the right thing.” He drew back, tearing my heart from my chest, gutting me, bleeding out my hope. “Ask anything else from me, and I will give it to you. But this I can’t. I won’t come back from it.”

---Chapter Six.

Like we get it guy, smooching our lovely MC will destroy you. Anyway she decided to take advantage of this moments and decides to go raid the Trains again. He's reluctant but she guilt-trips him.

At this point I was only reading to see the Warwick guy the summary mentioned. I mean a good love interest can change a book. So I continued on.

So once again we see how much of brilliant thief she is. She waste time, ignored her lookout and only left at the last moment when the guards were already upon them. They run, Caden escapes and our main character gets shot.

Would have been a wonderful ending but the Fae save her with magic or something and she lives. She attacks some of them, she gets her butt handed to her but then her captors who loathe her kind go on to say how wonderful she is.

At this point, I just gave up. Like no man, Warwick or whatever is worth the irrational rage I feel when I read another line. So this is the first Dnf of the year which I dropped because it was straight up bad.

If the writing was at least beautiful or something at least that would have made the book more bearable but no it reads like a mildly edited first draft.

Lets hope I have better luck with the next book I read.

1 Star.

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Damn I forgot to reply, I came back from a party and everything hurts. How are you?

I saw you only watched Bridget Jones now?! I used to love it even read the book, the movie has three parts actually. The last one came out in 2016 and it was...hm it wasn't good, but better than expected. But yeah some shit didn't age well. The fact it was pretty much inspired by Pride and Prejudice and Colin Firth literally played Darcy in one of the adaptations just to play Mark DARCY in BJ was a genius move, lololol

Jonghwa belly dancers when?! I mean Jongho's body ody dance was something else. Seonghwa will 100% embarrass himself but in a hot way.

If Taeyong releases a sexy sultry sensual album I'm buying all the 84738 versions SM will probably come up with, just saying

Didn't get any pc dupes, because they're all different versions 😭 I'm really not sure what to do with Joshua's photocards because do I need all of them??? They're not the same, but similar, maybe I could leave the ones I like the most and sell/trade the others? Idk yet. Okay but what the fuck is JYPE doing with Itzy, apparently you can only buy members albums for their upcoming comeback, no regular version?!

I don't know I don't think I ever drank a lot of water? I was brought up drinking tea and juice and fizzy drinks 😬 not very healthy I know, but like I said I also rarely feel thirsty so I genuinely forget about hydration

I wish I knew what was up with my dream image of Hwa, but something's definitely wrong. I had nice dreams about him too, but... delulu </3 pls I hope you dream about him soon, so you can share it with the rest of the class. Shit went down in that bank as well, but idk what happened. Jongho said "a banker during the day, a belly dancer at night" duality man!

Omg, so I think I told you about the game called The Arcana there's a character called Lucio, he's literally the devil and a goat and a capricorn, no wonder I'm in love with this bitch... I'm in love with myself? Shit that San Bridgerton AU, I don't really read for him but for you I MIGHT 👀

Excuseeee me, send that teacher assistant thing my way. I'm a master of putting things into people's head it seems 😈

Someone in my GC Seonghwa's taste in shoes is questionable, he and Taeyong should be friends then.

Uhm so who's choking who in the villain Y/N fic?!

I'm sorry but what the fuck does Seonghwa's shirt even mean. Also Wave Hwa was the Hwa I met at a fan sign, I cannot believe, I'm sorry I'm going through it 💔💔💔 it's HIM

I do be yelling while playing games or watching football, but I will NOT tolerate some guys yelling, sorry! We can yell together but when I'm working or resting the mouths need to be shut. I love coats so I would steal Jongho's for sure. Wooyoung is like my younger brother I never had nor wanted 😅 nooooo lovers please. If I had dreams about Seonghwa and then had to face him in the morning 🥴 I'm sure that wouldn't happen because I rarely dream of my friends like that, but what if... awkward - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

Damn I forgot to reply, I came back from a party and everything hurts. How are you?

omg hello don’t worry abt it!! reply when u can!! OHOHOHO DV ANON YN ERA EVERYTHING HURTS HUH 👁👄👁 I WONDER WHY MAYBE ITS THE LACK OF WATER FBWNBDWK i an extremely good bestie writing mr bodyguard atm <3 terrible but i keep getting swayed by the series 😭😭 pls also eat medicine 😭😭

BESTIE I DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT EXISTED FBDB 😭😭 yeah…im def not watching the 2016 one bc the jokes in it must be 😭🔫 NFBWNDSM HE ISNT LEAVING THE ETL TROPE BEHIND AT ALL 😭😭 no bc pride and prejudice was so good, started my etl era forever ☺️☺️ omg what are ur top 5 favourite romcoms ever!

Jonghwa belly dancers when?! I mean Jongho's body ody dance was something else. Seonghwa will 100% embarrass himself but in a hot way.

YEAH JONGHO HABIBI ERA WHEN 😭😭😭 seonghwa would do the dance and then hide his face in his hands and immediately sub mode on JFBQKDJWL

If Taeyong releases a sexy sultry sensual album I'm buying all the 84738 versions SM will probably come up with, just saying

IM RIGHT BEHIND U ME TOO IDC IDC HIS SOLO ALBUM ABT TO BE AMAZING IF HE FEATURES OTHER ARTISTS TOO ID LITERALLY PASS AWAY his theme would be so interesting and similar to taemin’s lore god when is our turn 😩😩🤲🏼

OHHHHHHH IM JUST DUMB SORRY I DIDNT GET THATD HEHDS yeah!! keep the expensive looking ones jvbwmd investment ✨✨ NO BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS HOW MANY HIGHLIGHTERS DID U GET 🔫 WAIT WHAT??? ARE U FR?? 😭😭😭 JYPE GOING DOWN HILL 😭😭😭 hate it when companies do this bc in the member version there’s like 2-4 pictures of the group altogether but it’s better to get the regular ones bc u get all of them combined??? JYP??? 😭😭😭

“GREW UP ON TEA” that’s very bri’ish of you mate 🔫

LMFAOOOO NO IT IS BC WHYS HE CRYING OR SULKING 😭😭 WHAT DID U DO TO HIM IN THE DREAMS POOR BOY no bc. last night. im literally so mental abt it. but last night i saw one. o n e. photo of mr zayn and i had a FULL BLOWN DREAM, THE PERFECT PACE. LIKE IT WOULD LET ME REWIND IT WAS CRAZY I WAS ABT TO GET MARRIED WE HAD OUTFITS CHOSEN IT WAS CRAZY I RMR EVERYTHING and yet the man named seonghwa who i pray to never ever comes 🔫 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO STOP IT EHWNHFKW JONGHO STRIPPER AU WHEN 😭😭😭

YES YES U DID !!! LMFAOOOO THATS THE MOST CAPRICORN THING YOUVE SAID “im in love with myself” JFBQKDB AS U SHOULD LOVE URSELF but ask bts first,,, THE HONOUR THE HONOUR FOR U TO READ A SAN FIC WRITTEN BY ME YEAH BRIDGERTON LORD CHOI / VISCOUNT CHOI ON HIS WAY TO MAKE ME HIS BANE OF EXISTENCE FBWBDJ

also what is this choi san. pls also imagine this as the yn in the villain fic but a diff scenario <33

Excuseeee me, send that teacher assistant thing my way. I'm a master of putting things into people's head it seems 😈

I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT BC WHENEVER THAT TEACHER ASSISTANT GETS MENTIONED I THINK ABT WAVE HWA HAIR AND HES LITERALLYTHE EMBODIMENT OF A DILF 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Someone in my GC Seonghwa's taste in shoes is questionable, he and Taeyong should be friends then.

AYO AYO AS MUCH AS I WOULD WANT THAT I KNOW THE COLLAB WOULD END EVERYTHING IN ME, MY LIFE MY PURPOSE TO EXIST WOULD BE OVER !!!! OVER !!!!!

Uhm so who's choking who in the villain Y/N fic?!

take a very wild guess bestie <3 JCBWKDH 😶😶😶 i 100% volunteer seonghwa but our yn is gonna be so normal about it “do it harder, i can still breathe very well” BRWKHDKW

I'm sorry but what the fuck does Seonghwa's shirt even mean. Also Wave Hwa was the Hwa I met at a fan sign, I cannot believe, I'm sorry I'm going through it 💔💔💔 it's HIM

WHALE HYMN 😭😭😭 SEONGHWA WHALE ERA 😭😭😭🤚🏼 y-you what. you met the ultimate dilf hair on hwa. h-ha HRJQHH DMAGDKWHDKWHDKW WHAT DID HE SAY DOCUMENT EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW TBWMBDMS IM YELLING THAT BLOND HWA IS LITERALLY THE DILF

NO FR SOME GUYS GO CRAZY i just know ateez does too, afterall, men. hongjoong vibrating like a nokia 😭😭😭😔 JONGHO DEF HAS SOME EXPENSIVE ASS COATS would 100% rob his louis vuitton bag 🔫 LMFAOOOO FBWMHDKWBDKW WOOYOUNG AS UR YOUNGER BROTHER I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE BANTER AND THE DYNAMIC YOUD HAVE maybe u will like a fic where woo is ur younger brother and ur in love with his best friend choi san <3 but he’s ur boss now <3 but u used to tease him as kids <3 now he does the same <3 but ☺️ DBWKBDWK YEAH WHAT IF ESP AFTER THOSE ASMR VIDEOS U WOULD WATCH 🔫🔫😭😭😭😭

consulting u on the matter of the series mood board colour, would u prefer black and white or dark red almost maroon-ish gold

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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miekasa · 3 years

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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yanderegameguys · 3 years

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Coul you do yandere leon

I’m going to assume it’s for Mr. Kennedy so if it’s not please let me know

No one is going to ever believe that the guy who’s helped saved the world is obsessed with you

If anything he’s got that weird thing going with Ada (I’ve thought about it and their relationship is not really great. Sorry Ada X Leon shippers but I have valid ideas as to why it’s a terrible relationship)

So why would he want you?

Well why wouldn’t anyone want you?

It’s after China that he met you

He went out to a bar one night to drink away everything that was on his mind

The nearest empty barstool was next to you who he didn’t notice at first

He was about 3 glasses in when you moved and accidentally knocked his drink over onto his clothing

Yes he wasn’t happy but your reaction kind of calmed him down because you seemed genuinely sorry for what you did

After wiping himself down with your help you offered to buy him another round as an apology to which he accepted

Sadly you both became drunk and you both ended up at his place

You both passed out on his bed fully clothed except for your shoes

Waking up and realizing nothing happened between you both was a relief

At least to you

When Leon woke up he was able to see how you really looked and found himself just a little disappointed that there wasn’t a drunken fling between you two

With you both having killer hangovers Leon thought it would be safe if you stayed in until they went away and he ordered breakfast

While eating you both had talked and he found himself listening to EVERY word you said

You guys had basically hung out until you felt that your head wasn’t going to explode when you stepped outside

Leon even paid for your ride home since you had originally gone out with some friends the night before

Leon thought that it was it and he was never going to see you again so he tried to put you out of mind

TRIED

Because for some reason he kept thinking about you and he could not stop

He didn’t ever really use social media but after you told him who you were he looked you up (he might have also looked you up in the government database as well, you know to make sure you weren’t a criminal)

He found himself saving pictures of you to his phone and looking at them when he was bored

He knew he had to be careful not just because of his status but that because of who he was could put you in danger so he never really interacted with you

He just watched you from afar

(Working for the government let him know your address and other confidential information)

He’s had bad luck with any type of romantic relationship as well

He really does want you but he also wants to protect you and if you get with him or he’s around you that could cause you potential harm in the future

He’s the distant protective yandere

A/N: More will be added I promise

#headcanons #yandere headcanons #yandere leon #leon kennedy headcanons #yandere leon kennedy #resident evil leon kennedy #resident evil #yandere resident evil #maybe their not headcanons idk anymore #he might be more obsessed or love struck tbh

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volleychumps · 3 years

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« Insecure S/O Reacting to a Confession 2

part 1 here

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi, Tendou, and Matsukawa

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Iwaizumi Hajime

The sun wasn’t helping his flared cheeks in any way.

“Stop interfering.”

“Stop stalling then.” Oikawa grins, rubbing his best friend’s shoulders as if he were about to enter a boxing ring. The dark haired ace rubs his eyes in irritation with one hand, ignoring the flare against his cheeks as Iwaizumi attempts to shake his childhood friend off. The sight of you kneeled down in the school garden, hair pinned back away from your face as you tended to the flowers, made the heat surge through Iwa’s cheeks even more.

“I’m not.”

“Really? Because every day you approach her creepily from some distance, and then disappear. C’mooon, I already owe Hiro like fifteen bucks-”

“You’re betting on this, shithead?”

“Nope.” The answer comes out a little too quickly as Oikawa dodges a second swat. “She’s so pretty I might have to approach her myself-”

“Not another word.” Iwa grits out, Oikawa slightly smirking at the tick in his jaw and the way his onyx eyes harden. “I just...don’t wanna mess this up.”

“There’s nothing to mess up until you confess. Ah, young love.” Oikawa sighs dreamily, Iwaizumi ignoring his dramatic friend’s swoon before making a decision. Today was the day.

You wipe sweat from your forehead, attempting to ignore the beating sun down on your face as you tried to hurry the process a long, ensuring the flowers were getting just enough water. The touch of an icy can of tea against your cheek startles you, almost making you drop the watering pot before you hold a hand up against the bright sun rays, tilting your head in confusion at the broad-shouldered man in front of you.

“Iwaizumi?” You smile in greeting as Iwaizumi shuffles his feet, breath catching in his throat at the sight. He was so screwed.

You laugh a bit awkwardly, the cold touch of the can beginning to numb. “Um, is this for me?”

“Yes.” He curses himself at how stern it comes out, but you gently take the can from his grasp, nodding in thanks. “I-I know you like this one.”

“You do?”

“No.” He didn’t want to sound creepy, yet somehow made it worse.

“Oh.”

Iwaizumi was ready to kick himself. He was hoping you would understand, the day you shyly maneuvered your way through Oikawa’s fanclub to get to him to offer him an ice cold drink was the reason he became so infatuated in the first place.

“Well, thanks for the tea-”

“I like you.”

This time, you do drop the watering pot, eyes widening like a deer caught in the headlights as Iwa’s heart sinks at your reaction.

“I get it, alright?” You mumble, sadness swimming in your stomach as Iwaizumi fought the need to dart off. “You’re the handsome volleyball ace all the girls want, and they put you up to ask me out as a joke again. It’s getting old.”

Ah.

Iwaizumi sighs, knowing that the other girls preyed on you for your beauty and soft heart, finding ways to hurt you in the most immature ways possible.

“Oi.” His heart tightens at the look of sorrow on your face, making him click his tongue before reaching a hand out before he can stop himself, smudging his thumb along the streak of dirt on your cheek. You look up at him in a doe-like manner, and your wet eyes are enough to make the ace want to hurt anyone who ever made you feel this way.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Iwa-”

“Hajime.” He cuts you off, hiding a smirk when he feels the heat rush to your cheeks. “You can call me Hajime. Only you.”

“Hajime.” you try it out, clapping your hand over your mouth once in shyness as Iwaizumi smiles a genuine grin, elated when you shy away into his touch.

“Then...please take care of me.” You manage, condensation running down to your other hand holding the can as Iwaizumi slips it out of your grasp, taking a heavy sip of it before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I finished this one. Can I take you to a cafe?”

“I’d love that.” You slip your gardening gloves off, Iwa slipping his hand into yours casually as you trail behind him, smiling when his grip tightens ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, the sun suddenly didn’t feel too hot today.

Tendou Satori

“Today’s the day fellas!”

“Oh, is it?” Shirabu mocks his surprise. “It’s not like you put ‘ask y/n’ out in huge block letters on our team calendar or anything.”

“Bingo!” Tendou points finger guns at his teammate as Semi shrugs at a disgruntled Shirabu. “I’m about to get myself a Miss Tendou Satori-”

“That’s not how that works-”

“Hush, Ushijima. Your logic won’t ruin my day today.” Tendou bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for practice to let out as he tugs his last shoe on, his other teammates still in the process of changing.

“Is she waiting for you?” Semi tugs his shirt overhead as Tendou hums happily in answer, Shirabu snarkily making a remark from the other side of the locker room.

“She’s out of your league.”

“I know she is! Which is why I’m going to treat her like the queen she is, since I myself am but a lowly peasant beneath her-” Tendou perks up at the time. “Gotta go, I’ll text you the outcome boys.”

“Please don’t.”

“Tendou-senpai-” But the redhead had already darted through the door as Ushijima glances at his worried kouhai, tilting his head in question.

“What, Goshiki?”

“Isn’t Y/N L/N the one who had that mean prank pulled on her last year?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you rocked on the balls of your feet, fidgeting with the ends of your skirt as you wait for the rambunctious redhead on the volleyball team. No way a cute guy like him was actually-

“Did I make ya wait long?” A pair of sneakers appear in your view, making you lift your head as Tendou Satori casts you a wide grin, school shoes hanging in his other hand. You tilt your head, wondering if he rushed here.

“Did you need something from me, senpai?” You blink, swinging your legs lightly on the bench you were sitting on, fearing the worst. Tendou clears his throat, suddenly feeling the nervousness he had been outrunning catch up to him. He can’t mess this up. Ever since you had adorably asked him to reach something for you at the snack shop for the school, he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. He made sure to wait around during the same time during lunch hour, your usual snack already in hand and plucked off the highest shelf.

“Go out with me.”

You flinch. There it was.

His smile fades slowly with every beat of silence that soaks in the atmosphere between the two of you, and you swallow back a sob.

“How much are they giving you to do this?”

Tendou’s shoes hit the floor, his eyes blinking rapidly in confusion as you refuse to meet his questioning gaze.

“What?”

“I um, can help you if you want. Go out with you for a few days so they really believe-”

“Hey, hey!” Tendou’s arms begin to flail around as he shakes his head no. “I mean it Y/N, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. I really wanna date you for real-”

“You do?”

Tendou’s chest felt heavier at the crack in your voice and insecurity swirling in your eyes, and he nods his head, kneeling in front of you carefully before asking to take your hands with his eyes.

“I 100% do. You can strip me of my honor if I’m lying.”

This makes you crack a smile, making Tendou breathe out a sigh of relief through his nose. He thumps his forehead against yours, making your eyes glint in a way they haven’t in awhile.

“Can this lowly senpai please take you out on a date this weekend?”

“No, my lowly senpai cannot.” You say, turning your palms over so he can hold them properly. Tendou quirks an eyebrow, but he’s slightly smirking as you offer a shy smile.

“But my boyfriend can.”

Matsukawa Issei

“You’re staring again, ya creep.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is skillful admiring-”

“Just ask her out.” Hanamaki yawns, getting comfy on his best friend’s desk as Matsukawa leans into his palm, eyeing the way you pout when your friends steal your snacks. So cute. “What’s the worst she’s gonna do, say no?”

“Yes.” Matsukawa sighs, hanging his head slightly as Hanamaki arches a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement.

“Wow, Matsukawa Issei hung up over a girl?”

“Who the hell is hung up-”

Hanamaki arches a brow when his friend visibly tenses up, looking over only to smirk when he sees another boy in class shyly offer up his pocky to you, you gladly accepting and smiling widely in thanks. Issei rests his head on the desk, stubbornly looking out the window as Hanamaki withholds a laugh over the hold you have over your classmate.

“Oh just ask her out.” Hanamaki uncaps his drink. “You’re so into her dude, it’s making me sick.”

Issei shifts in his seat. Maybe his adoration for you wouldn’t have begun if it hadn’t been for the way your much shorter legs pumped to catch up to his figure, who had pretty much reached his home.

“Matsukawa-san!” You had gasped for breath, the messy-haired boy guiltily slipping his headphones off at how tired you seemed. Before he could profusely apologize, you shoved his notes in his hand, bright hue to his cheeks at the act of kindness.

“Um, you left this in the library!” you manage out, Matsukawa seeming to freeze in the moment. “I added some notes in there, I hope you don’t mind. It seemed kinda empty-”

“You wrote notes for me?” He finds his voice again, cursing himself at that being the first thing that came out.

“I was bored during free time anyways.” You scratched the back of your head before turning on your heel again. “Anyways, bye!”

And then you darted off again as Matsukawa Issei stayed still in his spot, wondering just why the hell his heart was beating at the pace it was going, colorful notes hanging from his grasp.

“I’m gonna do it.” Hanamaki almost falls off the desk at Matsukawa’s revelation and the way he suddenly stood up. “I could kiss you right now, Makki.”

“I’m praying to god, please don’t.”

You lean against the shoe lockers, humming to yourself as you wonder just what your classmate would need from you, figuring he wanted to properly thank you for the notes. You would accept it and go, knowing that Matsukawa Issei was favored among the girls-

“You’re here.”

“This.” You smile softly, holding up a folded note between your fingers as Matsukawa shoves his hand in his slack pockets, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “This made it hard for me not to be, you know?”

You eye him carefully, stomach sinking at the familiar situation in front of you.

“You might have already guessed,” Issei breathes, trying to steady the pounding in his ears. “Or Makki might have already told you because he’s a shithead like that-”

You tilt your head.

“-but I’ve got this killer crush on you. And if you could help me out, I would thoroughly appreciate it.” It comes out business-like, and you almost laugh if it hadn’t been for the weight in your throat.

“Help you out how?” He doesn’t notice the crack in your voice as he pulls his sleeves up to his forearms, swallowing tightly.

“I think a date would begin to ease the pain.”

You really do laugh this time, but it’s not the kind of laugh of amusement. It’s forced, awkward, and makes Issei falter in his smile and movements.

“Do they ever get bored?”

All playfulness drains from the middle blocker’s face as his tone hardens. “What are you talking about?”

“Sure, get the hot guy from the volleyball team to try and ask Y/N out, are you getting it on video?”

“Y/N-”

“I’ve gotta go.” you try to step away, eyes widening when he stops you with his much bigger frame. His lidded eyes widen at the tears prodding the corner of your eyes, carefully lifting a hand to swipe at them before looking at you seriously.

“You think I’m hot?”

You can’t withhold the giggle that escpaes you, sniffling slightly as Matsukawa smiles gently, wrapping his arm around you to touch the small of your back. You yelp a little when you find yourself crushed against his chest, your upper back touching the lockers.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you in the past, but-” you look up at the handsome tall boy you had hand-written notes for, hoping your crush on him wasn’t too noticeable. “I can tell you right now that you’re really fuckin’ pretty, and I want to brag to my friends about how hot my girlfriend is-”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You cup his cheek in question as his grin widens.

“Make me your boyfriend and I’ll show you.” He winks, and you raise both eyebrows in amusement before practically speaking against his lips.

“I think we can arrange that.”

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