imagine if rafe and pogue reader’s relationship was just a bet between him and his kook friends, to see if he could ACTUALLY get her to fall in love with him, like to get her to be all over him and how long that would last, and the reader finds out omgggg. And they break up lol
you think the ending bits of the conversation between your boyfriend and his friends hurts more than everything you just overheard.
"you really think i'd settle for some fuckin' pogue pussy? nah man, top owes me fifty bucks now."
you hadn't heard the entire exchange, just from the part where you heard your name. stupidly, like a naive girl in love with the type of boy she'd only ever dreamt about, you tuned in, thinking rafe was telling his friends something you'd want to hear.
hiding—as embarassing as it is—behind the wall, holding back tears though they don't care enough to stay held back, they pour down your cheeks as the hits keep coming. the boys laugh, but the ringing in your ears had been so loud you hadn't heard the rest of the joke, didn't understand what was so funny.
the first thought in your mind is that you can't believe how stupid you were. the second is that pope and jj and john b had all been right, that it was too good to be true, that he was playing you somehow, that he was a liar and scumbag. you had ignored what your best friends had been telling you, trying so hard to believe that they were wrong, that they didn't know rafe, or at least your rafe, the one who was sweet and funny and never let you drive anywhere or pay for a thing, the one who paraded you around town like you were something who deserved to be showed off, the one who you took back to your tiny house and introduced to your hard-working parents.
you resist the urge to slide down the wall you're leaning against, though every muscle in your body wants to keel over and cry until you can't cry anymore.
you'd been embarassed enough—they didn't need to see you like this too. wiping away tears with the back of your hand, sniffling but trying to stay quiet, you wait for the boys to walk away so you could sneak out of here and pretend that you'd never even come—though you'd only come because rafe said he was having friends over and you'd baked them some snacks for their game, thought you were being a good girlfriend and doing the things a good girlfriend does.
footsteps and laughter echo in the other room—they're gone. the second it's silent, a sob wrangles itself out, eyes getting blurry again. you don't know how you're gonna bike home if you can't stop crying. your fingers fly across your screen, dialing jj's number. you'd been upset at the blond because he seemed to be the most against you and rafe dating, had the meanest things to say and was the first to insinuate there was something wrong if rafe wanted to date you.
you'd been so insulted, so hurt by his words that the two of you had gone from talking every single day to maybe once a week. you hope he doesn't hold it against you now, but a part of you knows jj never would—that's just the kind of guy he is. he answers by the second ring, and you try to stay quiet, just incase they hear you.
"j? can you come get me? i-um, i'm at tannyhill-" the last part is said with another sob, breaking into a fit of tears again. he says he's with pope and that he's coming, and you hate that they heard you cry, because knowing the two of them they'll go thirty over if they think you're upset. you wanna get out of here, but you don't want them to die.
heart thudding, eyes watery, limbs weak, you stay against that wall for a moment. before you can make your way to the door, rafe's figure steps in to where you are. he sees you before you see him—shoulders shaking, hands wiping away tears.
when you turn to look at him, it doesn't take more a second to know you heard something you shouldn't have.
"hey, listen to me-" he gets closer, and you flinch, backing away. you want to say something mean, something snarky, something that'll hurt him as much as he's hurt you. nothing comes out, and you stare back at him, and you hope he remembers how hard he's made you cry, because you've decided it then and there—you're never seeing rafe cameron ever again.
you dart past him to the door. he follows, reaching out to grab you, but you take off, running down his driveway and into the truck he recognizes as heyward's. you get in, in between pope and jj. the last thing he sees is you crying into maybank's chest while they drive you away, and the last thing he thinks is wondering what the hell he had just done.
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Okay, so we all agree that Luke having to marry Mand’alor Din for political reasons is a quality au. What if Luke accidentally gets politically engaged to some other planetary leader instead?
Let’s say that perhaps his connection to Leia automatically made him a candidate for diplomatic marriage, especially after Leia and Han get married. Maybe it was a major clause in the funding for his Jedi school, but Luke didn’t really think they’d ever actually marry him off. For the sake of the au, let’s also disregard bits of TBOBF and Mando S3.
Luke’s been building his school on Ossus, Grogu is enjoying Jedi training, and there are a couple other students. And perhaps, Din actually becomes Mand’alor and retakes Mandalorian space. Maybe he visits the Jedi school pretty often to see his son and get away from politics.
Luke can really sympathize with having the weight of the universe and a glowing sword tossed at you with no warning. So maybe he and Din become friends after a while and maybe that friendship becomes something different. There start being blushes when someone gets pinned in a spar, falling asleep together on the couch after dinner, running around after the younglings constantly. Din visits as often as he can and has about made up his mind to just ask Luke if he would consider moving the Jedi school to Concordia so they’d at least be in the same star system most days, if not on the same planet.
That's when Luke gets an urgent holocall from Leia, informing him that he’s just been engaged to some bigwig princess as part of a treaty with a rich planet the New Republic has been courting. Luke is absolutely panicking to Din, going on about how the terms of the treaty basically forbid him from keeping his school. He’s looked at his funding agreement with the New Republic and he can’t get out of it without losing money unless he’s already married to someone.
And then Din thinks of the most beautiful solution to both of their problems. Everyone else thinks that they’re already a couple, as much as Din has denied it. Bo-Katan has been harassing him for months about spending so much time off-world to go see his little family. Mandalore could really use a trade agreement with the New Republic.
The next logical step is, of course, for Din to propose in the middle of Luke’s kitchen while his Jedi friend is struggling not to go into a dark spiral about losing his school funding. It's simple, really. They just have to get married right that moment, which would fix the school funding issue. Luke moves the school to the Mandalore system so Din can see him and the kids all the time without giving Bo-Katan a new gray streak. And Mandalore probably gets a trade agreement out of it. What’s not to like?
Luke is so stunned he accidentally pours the calming tea he was making directly onto the kitchen floor.
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TC Vent? Even though U and I are still on good terms, it’s just sort of a brain dump about recent events and how they’ve been affecting my mindset.
It’s so tough to support him and love him in everything he wants, when that “everything” could possibly include another girl, a staff member, who is so compatible with him and is always found talking to or laughing with him, making similar gestures that he does, acting similar to him in tiny, barely noticeable ways, and is so talented in ways that he would probably love in a woman. And, obviously, she’s around his age too….which is so perfect for him, but it really hurts me
A week or two ago, we spent the whole jazz class teasing him about the possibility of him liking this girl, and I was egging him on and teasing him so much about how smiley he was, explaining to him just why we all thought they’d be perfect together; I told him about their chemistry and how closely they stood to each other and their similar behaviors, etcetera, telling him every little thing I noticed that would be so, so perfect for him. In that moment, I felt so happy, playfully messing with U and making him all smiley and helpless, covering his face, to the point where, in a hushed, flustered voice, with wide, desperate eyes, he told me to stop making fun of just how giddy he was. I laughed at his desperation and his cute, antsy attitude. It reminded me of myself.
But it was about another girl, someone who I think is probably perfect for him. Part of me wants to believe that one of the reasons he asked me to stop, among sparing him more embarrassment, was because he might have known that the thought of the two together would eat me up inside. And if he was thinking that…he’d be right. As the school day had continued, I went from being all giggly and smiley to finally realizing that he would have someone perfect for him. Someone who would give him the love that I would have given, someone who would make his life more fun and full of surprise and adventure, someone who he could focus all of his attention on.
If the two of them actually got together….I, naturally, would support them in every endeavor. Because I love him, and want the best for him, and I know the girl would treat him well. But that would also mean that it’d be the end of my (fantastical) relationship with him. My delusional interpretations of our extended moments of eye contact, the way he would say my name, his body language around me, the way he’d smile or laugh or tease. All of that would be over…. but at least he would be happy.
Since then, apart from one brief mention of her, I never heard him talk about her again. In fact, they haven’t been around each other that often either. And things with him and I have resumed as normal….with the interactions that leave my face red and a smile etched on my lips by the end of class.
But after all of that time spent encouraging him that she was perfect for him, and that there was something there between them, even if he’s never brought it up after that, the entire ordeal kind of snapped my mind back into reality. Ever since then, bit by bit, I’ve become sort of depressed and miserable at the thought of my infatuation with him, because I now recognize how impossible that would really be. A girl like me, young but not super smart or confident or attractive or talented, could never compete with a lot of other girls who are his age, and have a more stereotypically attractive body type.
It’s just super unrealistic, and while I still love him to bits, and still desire to have something with him (a desire I would never follow through with, of course), I have to accept the truth. Though he is so perfect in every way, shape, and form, and even my father mentioned that this director of mine, so devoted, genuine, driven, and humorous, would be the exact type of person that he sees me having a committed relationship with in the future…. it probably won’t happen. Even if he were to love me too…. I don’t know how it could ever work out.
It’s just tough to recognize that.
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