#happy birthday wheezy

[winterrrnight]

prompt 21 and 23 with rafe pls🙏🏻

thank you for the request anon!! Can't believe it took me this long to write this, but here we finally have it! I hope you like this and it is up to your expectations <3

cupcakes

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe has a little fun with you as you are baking cupcakes

WARNINGS: fluffy fluff fluff!! + I do beta read my fics but sometimes I miss little errors so if you see any grammatical/spelling error(s) please ignore them :)

EDITH SPEAKS: so I've been getting so late with the celly requests!! The celly ended days ago and I have quite a few requests in my inbox at the moment. I hit a little rough patch and didn't have much time to work on my fics, but I'm doing okay and I'm here to continue writing!! I hope you all like this <3

PROMPTS REQUESTED: "put me down!" "I'm not putting you down." "Put. Me. Down." "You're enjoying it, I know you are." & "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

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Wheezie's birthday is coming up and you wanted to make cupcakes for her, just as a little gift. You had initially decided to make those on your own, but when you shared the idea with Rafe, he insisted he helps you.

Knowing the last thing he would do is help, it took a lot of convincing from his side to get you to say yes. You finally gave in and said yes, but you definitely weren't happy about it.

And now here you are, glaring at him as he stifles his laughter, because he successfully applied the cupcake batter to your nose and cheeks, putting a cherry on the top of your nose, making you look like a clown.

You aren't very sure how it happened; one second you're searching through your spice drawer to find the cinnamon powder and just as you turn around the next second, you're basically being attacked with food.

"RAFE!" You yell, the coldness of the batter on your cheeks causing a very small shiver to go down your spine.

He can't keep his laughter in, so he bursts out laughing, but you don't know why he's finding it all so amusing, especially your angry expression should be making him scared.

It takes a few moments for Rafe's laughter to calm down, but when it does, he gently removes all the batter from your face and also gives you the cherry to eat.

Another few minutes later you have your cupcake batter filled in your moulds and are ready to go in the oven.

"Could you set a timer for 20 minutes?" You say to Rafe, handing him your phone as you're busy keeping the cupcakes in the oven. He takes the phone from you and just as he turns it on, the lockscreen grabs his attention instantaneously.

It's a picture of him smiling as he's looking up at the sky. He has no idea you took this picture of him, but he does have to say, he looks so good in it.

"Am I your lockscreen?" He says, and you look up at him, suddenly remembering about it. You feel your cheeks heat up as you walk a little closer to him.

You both haven't been dating for long, it's barely been a complete two months, so even when you do the little things for each other, it tends to send little firecrackers in your stomach each time.

"You weren't supposed to see that," you say, your face still red as you try to grab your phone from Rafe's hands. But you fail miserably, as he starts to run away from you with your phone still in his hand, his giggling not stopping.

"Rafe!" You call out as you run behind him, trying to catch ahold of him but he's had a headstart and he's a good distance ahead of you. You've completely lost track of him and you're calling out his name, trying to figure out where he is, but you don't get any response back.

After a bit more of searching, you spot him on the balcony, his back towards you. You walk up to him and whisper, "boo!" in his ear. He turns around with the biggest grin on his face, and he gives you your phone back.

"I think that's pretty cute," he says, as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile into his chest, thinking about all the times you've stared at his picture on your lockscreen without realising how much time has passed.

Suddenly, he picks you up off your feet and you let out a scream at his actions, you being hoisted up on his shoulder now.

"Put me down!" You say, as he takes you both out of the balcony and back into the house.

"I'm not putting you down," he states.

"Put. Me. Down." You say, more sternly this time, but he doesn't listen to you.

"You're enjoying it, I know you are." He chuckles. Well, technically, he isn't wrong, but you would never admit that to his face because that would just only boost his ego a lot more.

When he reaches the living room, he finally puts you down on the couch, and gently gets on top of you, careful enough to not exert his complete body weight on you.

"Hey," he whispers, moving his face closer to yours, and nudging your nose with his.

"Hi," you giggle, feeling his hair brush your cheeks which creates a tickling sensation. He smiles, and presses his lips softly against yours. His lips move slowly, trying their best to show you how much you means to him. You sigh with satisfaction as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

You gently pull his entire body weight on you, allowing him to rest properly. His head rests on your chest and your fingers massage his scalp gently, causing his mind to gradually feel more sleepy.

You gently smile at the sight in front of you, and you move your fingers to brush out the hair falling in his eyes. He gently shifts at the movement, moving his face a little closer to yours.

"I'm not too heavy right?" He mumbles sleepily, his eyes still closed.

"Oh no baby, you could never be heavy," you whisper, resuming running your fingers through his hair. Very soon, your boy has drifted off in your arms.

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[a-aexotic]

picture perfect, chapter 1.

-> summary. you go to rafe's house after the lame pool party, venting and he makes you feel better.

-> normal taglist (for now) @eli-yeah @vigilanteshitposting @midnightsgetawaycar @cilliansangel @voniikg @ninasw0rld @aavenxx

-> warnings. smut! 18+, mdni. unprotected (wrap it before u tap it), pretty soft smut tbh, p in v, angst to fluff, noah being a weirdo, lmk if i missed anything!

-> ren's notes first time writing smut..... give me some criticism pls, i felt so dirty writing this LMFAOO.

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Your car was parked outside the Cameron's mansion and you sat in there, questioning your motives. For the first time, when you drove to Rafe's house, you didn't feel guilty. Not even a tiny bit and that was what made you nervous. You felt as if everything your parents had raised you to be, was stripped away. You were a liar and a cheater, the worst thing a person could be and the worst part was you didn't even feel bad anymore.

You were naturally a empathetic person. You felt for other people and you always tired to be the kindest person you could be to others because that's how you wanted to be treated. You always wanted the kindness back but did you ever receive it? No. You were stepped on and pushed because of your warm-hearted and loving personality. For once in your entire life you've felt like you got the energy back.

Even though it was something that you shouldn't feel proud of, you were happy that you found someone who appreciates you for you. Even if it was Rafe Cameron, the druggy who you've known since you were kids.

You decided that for tonight, and every night that followed - you were going to be selfish. You were leaving Outer Banks in a couple months away, what's the worst that could happen? A lot could happen but of course, you pushed that aside as you opened your car door, getting out.

You locked your door and waited outside of it for Rafe's confirmation text. You couldn't just go knocking because his family would have questions, especially this early in the night. So Rafe was going to sneak you in.

rafe 🍃💫 dad's asleep so you can come in. i don't think sarah or wheezie will care

y/n 😍🤭 u sure???

rafe 🍃💫 ofc, just come to the front door and i'll let u in

You hesitantly walked away from your car to the Cameron's front door. You heard some footsteps and then you heard the door open, revealing Rafe. He looked tired - he was in pajama pants and a UMICH shirt, his hair messily laying on his forehead. He looked good.

You couldn't help but blush at the sight - you always preferred Rafe in more comfortable clothes, he looked so much better. You still loved the occasional suit though. He smirked at your lingering gaze, his ego going through the roof.

"Come in." He said softly and you obliged, walking in the front door of his huge house. You swiftly walked towards the stairs, Rafe following close behind. You'd been in his house hundreds of times at this point, you know the house like the back of your hand. You walked towards his room, quietly opening the door.

You walked in the door and made a beeline for his bed, taking off your sandals, jumping on it slightly. You sighed in content as you breathed in Rafe's familiar scent. You heard Rafe close the door behind him and he made his way to his bed, sitting on it.

You were laying on your stomach comfortably, your eyes closed in content. You hadn't felt this comfortable since the last time you were here and even though it may have been only a couple days ago, it felt like years to you. The stress of Noah's birthday was taking a toll on you and Rafe could see it.

"You okay?" Rafe shifted so he could be closer to you, his leg next your shoulder as you opened your eyes.

You sighed. "Yeah. Same old, same old."

"What'd he do this time?" Rafe had a bitter strike in his voice. He never liked Noah even before you two starting hanging out, his arrogance always pissed him off. Now he had another reason to hate him - he made you sad.

"Mar invited me to the pool, remember?"

Rafe hummed in response, listening intently.

"And remember how I told you Noah almost went through our texts and how I told him I'd get us weed? Well, that was kind of the only reason they wanted me there, for your weed." You explained, venom dripping in your voice.

Rafe looked annoyed. He sighed as he laid his head on his bed frame. "They're fucking weird."

"That's not even the worst part, they were ignoring me the entire time. I expected Nance to show up but she didn't." Your voice and expression had turned into a gloomy one. Rafe felt his heart break at your unhappiness.

He bent his neck down to where your face was, planting a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled away, looking into your eyes. "Fuck them," he mumbled and you smiled.

You pulled in again, pressing your lips against his passionately. You swiftly sat up as the kiss progressed, Rafe putting his hands on your face.

He moved his hands downward to your hips, guiding you to sit right on top of him, straddling him. The kiss had become less soft and more messy and needy, practically all tongue and teeth.

Rafe slowly pulled away from the kiss and you swallowed down a groan of annoyance but you quickly were back into bliss as he connected his wet lips on your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.

You let out a soft whimper at the contact, making Rafe harden beneath you. "No marks,"

He hummed against your neck, "Of course baby."

You started to move your hips absentmindedly against Rafe's, making him groan into your neck. He squeezed your hips as he went up to your lips again, pulling you in closer for another long kiss.

He started jerking up into you slowly and you could his breathy soft moans against your lips and you felt yourself become even more wet, if that was even possible.

He moved one of his hands to your face, moving a piece of hair that was on your forehead. Rafe pulled away and then led you to lay down on his bed, shifting in between your legs. He moved his clothed bulge to your core and you let out a soft moan and he felt himself twitch at the sound.

Rafe once again went in for another long kiss and you whimpered, "I need you, now."

He smiled against your lips, your neediness making him go absolutely wild. You were only in shorts so it was easy access, he pulled your shorts and your panties off in one go as you lifted your hips so he could easily get them off. He threw them on the ground before taking off his pajama pants, pulling them down to his thighs.

He pulled out his long member and softly stroked it. Rafe leaned his head back in arousal as he let out a groan at the contact. His tip was angry red and you felt yourself squirm below him. No matter how many times you and Rafe do this, his size will never fail to amaze you.

Rafe moved his member down to your clit and put the tip in, making you let out a loud unexpected moan. Rafe pulled his hand away and put it on top of yours, squeezing it. Rafe pulled in closer to you, putting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"You gotta be quiet, okay?"

You nodded swiftly and let out another sound. Rafe pulled away, lacing his fingers in yours as he slowly slid in, making you let out another moan. "Fuck, baby. I missed you."

You hummed in response, too focus on your pleasure to even take in what Rafe was even saying. Rafe slid all the way in, causing you to put your hand over your mouth to stop your loud noises. He stayed there for a moment, basking in the warm feeling of being inside of you.

He pulled his face closer once again and you removed your hand for a second so that he could kiss you. He started thrusting slowly in and out of you and you couldn't stop the loud moans from escaping your mouth. Rafe's mouth was still on yours so he swallowed them in, making soft moans as well.

Before you knew it, you felt that familiar tight knot in your stomach, your pleasure on a completely other level as you felt Rafe's lips pull away from yours. He let go of your hand, putting his hands on your hips and roughly pounded into you.

Your hand whipped over your mouth to muffle the loud moans from escaping your lips. The knot became tighter and tighter and you couldn't take it anymore.

Rafe could see it as well, your face contorted in the pleasure and you became tigher. "Let go, baby. Cum for me, come on. Cum for me." He encouraged. You listened to him, letting out an extremely loud moan as you felt yourself come down on the high.

Rafe was still thrusting into you, helping you ride through your orgasm as he felt his own coming, too. As he thrusted into you, he pulled you in for a kiss as he felt himself cum above you. He let out a loud groan and you squirmed beneath him, your pussy aching at the overusage.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, revelling in the quiet moment with you. He laid his head on your chest, listening to your fast heartbeat slowly become normal again.

Rafe then sat up, swiftly pulling out and you suddenly felt incomplete. It was the same feeling every time; you only felt right and complete when Rafe was inside of you. He sighed as he looked at your fucked-out expression.

You looked so beautiful; well, you always did but Rafe always felt proud when he saw your pretty face after he just rocked your world. He was proud because he knew Noah could never make you feel that way - he won't ever see you like this.

You smiled lazily up at him once you'd caught his gaze. "That was something."

"It's always something, sweetheart." He returned the smile. It was never awkward after, it always felt normal with him. With Noah, the only other person you'd ever felt comfortable enough to share this experience with, it was always like awkward and abnormal.

You got off his bed and headed to his bathroom. After quickly using it and washing your hands, you came back to see Rafe tucked into bed. He looked tired and you smiled at the sight. You closed the bedroom lights before walking over to his bed, quickly getting in. Rafe opened his arm out for you and you laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

He put his head on top of yours and he felt his eyes become heavy. The scent of your shampoo was the best smell in the world for Rafe, it was his favorite and it always made him the most comfortable.

He slowly drifted off to sleep before he awakened again with a buzzing sound on his nightstand. You groaned in annoyance as you grabbed it lazily from the table, reading the caller ID and furrowing your eyebrows.

Incoming Call from Noah ❤️

It was only 11 pm and it would've been weird if you didn't answer. You answered it, making Rafe pull away and roll his eyes.

"Hey." You answered.

"Hi, Y/N. Uh, where'd you go?"

You tried your best not to let out a scoff. Only two hours later he decided to care where you went. "Home, I was tired."

"You feeling okay?"

Why do you care, you wanted to say. "Yeah. I am... why are you calling?"

"Just wanted to talk to you... I miss you."

There was silence on both lines once he uttered those three words. Rafe had heard him and whipped his head towards you, growing frustrated.

"Anyway." Noah mumbled. "I'll see you tomorrow morning for brunch, Mom wants to take us."

"Yeah, okay. I'm tired, I gotta go to bed."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night."

You hung up the phone as quickly as possible, turning back to Rafe. Your gaze softened at the annoyed sight of Rafe, making you crack a smile.

"What a fuckin' tool."

You laughed as Rafe laid back down, getting in the same position as before. You laid swiftly on top of him, growing tired as well. "I know."

"I miss you, my ass." He muttered. "God I hate him."

"Me too, Rafe." You said, your eyes feeling heavier and heavier. "I'm falling asleep so let's continue this conversation tomorrow."

He smiled. "Okay, goodnight Y/N/N."

Your heart jumped at the nickname. "Goodnight Rafey."

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[just--vi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRST (and favorite) FIC

This fic was my first dip back into the fandom after a long long break, and I'm 100% convinced it led me to some of my loveliest friends (and turned into several more fics in the meantime).

Lil snippet under the cut if you'd like a preview.

As luck would have it the beach this time of year is frigidly cold. Tourists line the boardwalks in puffers and trench coats with scarves wrapped around their necks and beanies on their heads – if you squint toward the shops it’s a sea of multi-colored bobbles and the occasional ugly beret.

Remus’ spot isn’t far off from the thick of it. An old folding table with uneven legs that is covered in chipping paint, both old and new. He has wedged half a newspaper under the back right foot of it and is using a collection of heavy rocks to keep the painted postcards from whipping off toward the water. Just the other week he’d lost an entire stack of them because some kid had shouldered by a bit too quickly and knocked the make-shift paperweights to the ground, letting the wind catch the postcards and sending Remus scrambling desperately after them.

By the time he’d trudged back up the hill to the boardwalk the kid and his parents were gone.

As foot traffic begins to thin, Remus drops the paintbrush and stretches out the fingers of his right hand. They crack audibly, and the dull ache begins to seep its way toward his forearm. He offers one long, tired sigh before shoving gloves onto his hands and packing his things away into the rolling crate wedged underneath the low barrier between walkway and beach. Old paintings first, wrapped sensibly in plastic now that they’ve dried, newer ones gingerly on top. Paints go into the worn out bookbag that he slings over his shoulder and he waffles for a moment on the decision to try to take everything in one go, or hope his table doesn’t end up stolen or vandalized (again).

Eventually, because his fingers are beginning to go numb and snot is starting to drip out of his nose, he folds the table and hoists it up against his hip with one arm. It’s not terribly big, a handful of feet long and not quite as wide, but the worse his joints get the harder it is to lug around. He wraps his other hand around the handle of his crate and drags it awkwardly behind him, dodging evening stragglers and one dog wearing a sweater, whose owner offers up a sweet smile and gives him a rather wide berth.

His car is parked a little farther than he’d really like to walk, but he couldn’t justify the paid spots and when he’d come out this morning he’d really been feeling quite good… Now the short hill leaves him a little breathless and wheezy, and by the time he’s popping his trunk (the seats already laid down flat) his skin is prickling under his sweater, suddenly too hot.

It’s not a pretty sight, Remus wrestling the table up toward the trunk, only the snaps on the legs have long since rusted out and they keep popping open, knocking him painfully in the knee and drawing a stream of quiet curses out of his mouth, the trunk claims his elbow next and he is moments away from giving up entirely when the weight of the table shifts just enough to send him a little off balance, before sliding seamlessly into the boot.

Twisting around to offer a (faintly irritated) thanks to his helper, Remus stops dead. Suddenly the heat in his cheeks is less for the short jaunt up the hill or the bite of the wind, all flushing blood that reaches all the way into his ears.

“Err – thanks, bit of a pain to do on your own,” he mumbles, ignoring the fact that the other man seemed to have had no such problem. At the very least the comment earns him a barking laugh, head thrown backward and eyes crinkling at the corners, which makes him blush harder because it really hadn’t been that funny.

“No worries, I couldn’t watch you struggle anymore without feeling like an absolute jackass – hand alright?”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders muggle au #marauders #we're going to ignore the fact that its birthday was actually three days ago #and we're going to ignore the fact that i started and deleted a canon-compliant fic before her that will probably never see the light of da

[slashingdisneypasta]

Human!Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You find your best friend in his room with the lights off and a sheet over the mirror. // You and Greasy have been best friends your whole lives, and when you were around 16 you made a set of rules with each other to keep each other- one of which was No fucking. You’re about to break that rule.

You said you need to lose two or three

You’d never say all that to me.

//

I hate hearing you say that

Oh, that comparison game, it will never play fair.

Say you ain’t beautiful, let me stop you right there.

(That’s My Friend You’re Talkin’ About, Tenille Arts)

Warnings: Body negativity (Body positivity too, though. It wins.), and smut (Mentions of reader having a pussy and boobs, and Greasy cumming inside). Unedited for now apart from the smut, its bedtime.

Tags: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookiifi . I hope y'all like this 😅 Please let me know if you want to make any changes to the conditions of me tagging you in things! 😅😅 Have a wonderfulll day ^^

After unlocking the door with your own key, a gift from Greasy on your birthday last year along with a note that said you’re always welcome in his room~ and a voucher for a spa day, you slip out of your coat and hang it up beside Smartass’ pink jacket and kick the door closed behind you. Its freezing outside, but its lovely in here. Psycho must have messed with the thermostat when Smartass wasn’t looking, you guess. Ohh, he is not going to be happy when he realises… and, God, you hope to see it. You love the chaos around here- if you could live here, you totally would! Alas, you’re just another mouth to feed to Smarty, so you just make do with coming over all the time.

As you make your way through the house, looking for Greasy, you steal an apple from the bowl in the kitchen - not a banana. You learnt the hard way that your poor, perverted friend can’t handle that. No phallic foods when he’s around, that’s one of your friendship’s rules, and a pretty important one in fact just under ‘No fucking’, - when no ones looking, and flash Stupid a smile when he waives at you. He’s so sweet, if you could steal anyone from this house it would definitely be him. Unfortunately, Smartass is pretty touchy about the idea of you adopting any of his men.

When the boss notices you’re there, looking up from the stove with a tired sigh, you give him a waive too- but he’s not as reciprocal as Stupid is. He rolls his eyes and groans, looking back to the veggies he’s frying. “What are you doin’ here… “

“Why do you think?” You ask, holding the stolen apple behind your back and leaning against the kitchen wall.

Instead of answering your question, which was rhetorical anyway, Smartass shakes his head. “Why you gotta… Ugh. You make my life harder.”

You give a sigh, fake sympathetic. “Oh, I know.” He loves you really. He just doesn’t know it; He’s not in contact with those emotions.

“You’re a bad influence on my boys.” He continues, all woe-is-me as he stares into his lifeless, soulless vegetables.

“Sorry, ma’am, but I knew at least one of them before you did- I have jurisdiction on him!”

“Whatever,” Smartass rolls his eyes again. “Get outta my kitchen. Dinner’s on in an hour, and you betta eat everything tonight or you’re stayin’ back ta do the dishes.”

As Smartass isn’t looking at you and you’re turning around anyway, towards the door, you take out the apple and rub it on your shirt sleeve. “Yessir- “You almost bump into another member of the household slipping into the kitchen, but he catches you by the arms and guides you around- so you’re out, and he’s in. A warm smile immediately slips across your face. You always had a thing for this one. “Wheezy- Hi! Looking especially rugged, today.”

“Hey, Y/N… thanks.”

“You’re welcome~”

He rolls those steal blue eyes up towards the ceiling, one corner of his mouth not impeded by cigarettes quirks up, and you feel like absolutely melting. “… Yeah. Well. I’m gonna go. But- you’re here to cheer up Grease, right?”

… That’s odd. What? Why would Greasy need cheering up? The confused, suddenly serious look on your face tells Wheezy all he needed to know and he gives a heavy, smoky sigh; Twisting his body to look at his boss. You follow his gaze, an eyebrow raising. “Y’didn’t tell em?”

“They’re gonna find out when they smell the enchiladas all the way down the hall. Why should I?”

“Enchiladas of Despair??” You ask, eyes wide and concerned. Greasy only makes enchiladas when he’s sad. They’re his comfort food. What happened???

“Mhm, yeah. Enchiladas of despair.” Wheezy nods in agreement, sucking in a good draw of tobacco before talking again. “… He’s in bad shape, Y/N. I was just gonna say, if you’re here to fix ‘em- be careful. Stupid went up there earlier and tried to bribe him out and the guy came down crying.” 

Eyes going even wider, not even attempting to hide your apple from Smartass anymore as it hangs in your hand where he can see it, you frown deeper. “He made Stupid cry??”

“Yeah, but you know Stupid. He probably forgot- he’s happy as a fiddle, now, watchin’ his cartoons.”

That’s a tiny relief. “Okay. I’m gonna go see what I can do now- “Quickly, you give Wheezy’s arm a squeeze, before turning to head up the stairs. “Thank you.”

“Goodluck!”

~

When you reach Greasy’s room you just walk right in, closing the door behind you again and plunging you both into the darkness inside. And yep, you can definitely smell the enchiladas. But what’s weirder? You can see them. They’re sitting untouched, probably cold now, on the dresser. The fork beside it is clean.

With lips pursed, you continue to take a survey of the room, noticing that its mostly normal - tidy, apart from the creepy pictures of women taken by perverts, ripped out of magazines, and tacked to one wall by Greasy, which looks like an insane shrine… but that’s normal, -, except for the enchiladas and… his mirror.

Its just a frameless mirror leant on one of the walls that Greasy uses to do his hair in the morning, but right now its covered with a sheet- and your heart plummets into your stomach, seeing that. You can take an educated guess at what this is about. You’ve been there.

Feeling sick thinking about what he must be feeling right now, you push further into the room, finding him sitting very still on the ground behind his bed; His back against the frame. His hat is on, tugged over his eyes and he’s curled up tight, his knees hugged into his chest. When you sit down beside him you notice that he’s fully dressed still, from his shoes to his jacket and his tie. He looks prim and proper. Handsome as ever.

But the look on his face is terrible. Its like... like… like all those self-deprecating thoughts people think about themselves, he is having. And it’s overwhelming him.

Your heart bleeds, seeing him like that.

Ever-so-gently, you reach over and graze the brim of his hat, pushing it up his forehead. “Hey Greasy… “You start, whispering. You want to reach over and just cuddle him until he feels better, hold your friend until he smiles and says something about your boobs, but you wouldn’t want to be touched right now so you assume he doesn’t. But its torture. “… What happened?... “

For a few moments, he doesn’t say a damn thing. Refusing to even move. But you know your friend, you’ve been stead-fast in each other’s lives for over 2 decades, and you know to be patient. Don’t force him, he’ll just lash out… but don’t leave him either, he needs you.

Finally, he lets out a huff, shifting to hold his arms over his knees instead; Clenching and unclenching his fists. The tendons in his arms move, before he viciously tugs down his sleeves. “Nothing happened, hermosa.” The words that come out from between his teeth are poisonous, the tone in his voice actually painful to hear, but you don’t back down. He still calls you sweet nicknames; He wants you here.

He always wants you here.

Sighing, you affectionately run your hand over his arm closest to you; From his shoulder to his wrist, then back up and you squeeze his shoulder. “… Are you sure?? I hate to see you like his.”

“I’m absolutely fine.”

Here, you just give him a very sad look, and brown eyes watch you carefully in the dark; Reading you, assessing you, just knowing that you’re there, and you don’t look like you’re moving any time soon, which you are not- not until he’s better.

“… I need to lose weight.”

“You what?!”

“Well, I’m not Stupid, but- I have fat. And it must go. I… its wrong. It has to go. I can’t- I can’t be so weak. I need to not eat, so much. Then- then I will be attractive… sí?”

“No, not sí. You are attractive, Greasy! Very! And you need to eat!”

“I have a pot belly, Y/N… that isn’t good.”

“Your pot belly is sexy.” You insist defiantly, refusing to accept this. No! When he rolls his eyes at you, a venomous look in them, and attempts to look away from you- brush you off as a kind friend- your jaw drops. Nope- he is not going to shut you up that easily. No.

You get up from your spot next to him and put yourself directly in front of him, a look of determination on your face. “I know you don’t want to hear this right now but I’m never gonna stop saying it. You are handsome, Greasy. You’re hot. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t let anyone else say that about you- and I won’t let you say it about yourself. You can lose weight if you want, fine, I’ll help you- but you do not have to. If someone can’t appreciate belly and hips, then they are missing out.”

… He looks displeased. “This is not about others’ perceptions. “Oh, bullshit. “This is about me not enjoying the way I look in the mirror. I like the way that Wheezy looks, he is… that, is good. That is what I want.”

“Wheezy lives on a diet of tobacco and breath mints. Greasy, you hate smoking and you love food- you can’t live like that!”

“You find him attractive!” Greasy insists, getting loud. “Are you going to deny it?? You’ve told me a million times that you like him- that he is sexy- you can’t act like you don’t, now. You’re a terrible liar.”

“I don’t want to deny it! But there are different kinds of attractive, Grease! I’ve also said I’d fuck Stupid, if you remember. And Smartass. And Psycho, though god knows that would go terrible.” Dropping down onto your heels, you give him a serious look. “Don’t compare yourself to others- you’ll never win that game. No one wins that game.”

“You don’t understand- “

“Greasy.” There’s a pleading tone in your voice.

“What?” There’s a sharp one in his.

… Oh, for gods sake. You can’t talk over his knees like this. There’s no resistance when you push his knees apart and move in between them, putting your hand son his shoulders and making him look at you; Even with that nasty, mean, defensive-offensive look on his face. Squeezing his shoulders, you force a soft look on your face. “… I love you.”

… He’s forced to let out a gentle, though quite exasperated sigh, at you. “I know that, hermosa- “

“Ah ah ah- “You’re not finished, so you gently cut him off; Holding up a firm finger to him. “And, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Greasy sneers. “Not even to spare my feelings?”

“No.” 

This makes him stop, looking dubiously at you. “… you wouldn’t, huh?” He doesn’t sound like he believes you. The ghost of that sneer is still on his face.

“When have I ever let it fly when you acted like a pig?” Here, he doesn’t say a word. You caught him. “Never, I have never acted okay with that. You’re a dog and creep-and-a-half and I’ve called the police on you myself a couple of times.”

“… oh yeah. I remember that.”

“I posted bail for you in the morning, but still.”

“Okay, your point has been made.”

Good. Smirking in victory, you set your hands once again on his shoulders and lean down to press your forehead gently against your best friend’s. “… So when I say you’re hot as hell, Grease… I mean it. Do you give in?”

Finally, you can feel the muscles in his body relax and watch a gentle smirk back spreads across his mouth- which is devastatingly attractive, and you appreciate seeing it. “… You force my hand, mi vida.”

In response you just hum, your smirk turning into a pleased grin as you lean in further and hug him like you wanted to from the start.

~

A few minutes later and the two of you are picking at the lukewarm enchiladas and chatting away like normal. Greasy’s just taking gradual bites but you’re just happy to see him eating (Who cares if neither of you are hungry for Smartass’ dinner). He teases you about how hot you find him, he wonders how you have hidden the fact that you want to sleep with him so badly all these years, and you laugh. You roll your eyes.

You say ‘you’re lucky you’re cute’, and like it when he grins.

It’s a couple of minutes even later, when you’ve pushed the plate aside and you’re sitting side-by-side, your shoulders touching, that you kiss.

It’s not an unexpected thing, you’re not taken by a sudden urge; You feel it bubbling up when you turn and see a look in his warm brown eyes. Your faces were already so close and you could feel his breath on your lips, that it didn’t feel crazy at all to lean over and mould your lips together.

The kiss is slow, but hot, open-mouthed almost immediately because you both know what you want and you know each other too well, you like each other too much, to beat around the bush. You don't need it. It’s an excellent kiss, you admit. You’ve never known anyone who kisses you the way you truly wanted them to… until Greasy.

And really, you’re not particularly surprised by that fact.

The way your heads are tilted against each other allows your mouths to connect in a perfect, sensual way, and his tongue feels like magic against yours. It takes everything in you to pull back for air.

“… we shouldn’t. The rules- “

“Oh, we were destined to break the rules, mi vida. You and I both know it.”

“… “Well, he’s not wrong. Instead of arguing even a moment more, you let him connect your lips once more and move to straddle his hips. Its not long making-out that Greasy gives a growl into your mouth and pulls at your hips- grinding you against the firm bulge in his pants that you’ve seen something like million times, before (You never thought you would be the one preparing to sink down on it). Your breath hitches, your cheeks and neck burning hot in the still-dark room as you let your hands feel down your best friend’s body; From his neck, to his chest, to his belly. When you go there, he growls once again and deepens the kiss on you, using his tongue against you in an evil way that would definitely have made your knees completely buckle if you had been standing.

When kissing isn’t enough anymore, when you’re curious for more of him and he’s desperate to touch places he’s only considered (Pictured, imagined, fantasised about) before, you leave his lips behind and lay back on the ground- guiding him after you. “Show me your moves, Grease.”

“Trust me, cariño, I plan to.”

“How do you say it in Spanish?... por favor?... “Your fingers find his belt and work carefully at undoing it while Greasy presses kisses all along your jaw…

… then down your neck… “You say that with the grace of a native, cariño.” ... over your breasts through your shirt...

“Ha,” You give a giggle, high off the lust and his company, and getting his pants undone. You know you jumbled ‘por favor’. “Very smooth.”

He leaves your heated skin for a moment, just to raise himself high enough to smirk darkly down at you. “I try.”

While he’s looking at you, you raise your brows and reach into his plain white boxers- pulling out his length while watching his expression. His smirk immediately crumples, and its so hot, he wants so badly to just fuck. Even if its just your hand, even if its just the air. He’s a desperate little whore… he’s so lucky you’re no better.

You’ve never felt so wet and ready just from kissing, just from touching him. You guess Greasy is special.

When his eyes flicker over you, breathing heavily underneath him, and realises that your pants are still on he gives a disappointed frown and shakes his head; Going to rectify the issue immediately. “Estos no están ayudando. Estos tienen que irse. ¿Por qué siguen aquí? Necesito verte ahora mismo.” His fingers are cold on your skin but you help him anyway, lifting your hips for him and then kicking off the clothing completely when he manages to yank it down your thighs and your calves. “… remind me to taste you some time.” He says, breathy, laying eyes on your perfect, sloppy cunt.

“I definitely, will.”

“Good.”

It feels like you have been waiting for this for years, like all this time has been foreplay and finally, you were both ready. Finally, you were able to guide the head of his aching, hot cock to your slippery entrance. When the tip rubs against your clit you give a sweet, needy sigh, just before Greasy thrusts the rest of the way inside you and that sweet little sigh becomes a slutty moan; Raising your hips up against his simultaneously.

You say things that would be embarrassing if you were with anyone but him; Begging things, needy things, desperate things- anything to make him fuck you harder. You just want him, all of him. You want his width stretching your pussy wide open, you want his tip kissing your cervix, you want his balls hitting your ass every time he pushes all the way in again-

You want his lips against yours, you want his shoulders beneath your hands, the feel of his familiar green zoot suit under your fingertips, the toxic smell of his cologne and his hair products, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

You didn’t know fucking your best friend could be this intoxicating- if you had, you probably wouldn’t have wasted all that time trying to get Wheezy.

Greasy’s talking, too- all Spanish, all fast and unintelligible, but by the way he’s pounding you with all his strength, you can tell that it must be a rave. When you knock his hat off and lose your fingers in his hair, opening your thighs up wider too and arching up into him, you swear you hear the word pornstar amongst all the growly Spanish.

Somewhere amid the horny lust-fuelled haze, like you’re just too dumb teenagers wanting to fuck each other’s brains out because its all so new and exciting, you vaguely consider where he’s going to cum. But those thoughts get lost when he changes pace and angle.

When he does cum, it is somehow at the exact same time as you do- you both experience the black-out pleasure of orgasm together, your pussy squeezing him for absolutely everything he has like a python or a divorce lawyer.

… You lay for a minute once its over, Greasy still inside of you and his nose buried in your neck, your eyelids fallen shut and just relaxing in the dark… peaceful grins on both your faces. “For the record, hermosa… I love you deeply, as well. I don’t think I said that… “Greasy mutters clearly to you, though its slightly muffled by your shirt. Giving a giggle, you throw your arm over your eyes and nod. Yeah, you know.

After another moment, Greasy takes a deep breath and lifts himself away from you. When you open your eyes to see what he’s doing, he’s standing above you and offering you his hand, which you take without a second thought.

He leads you up and into his bed, which he slips into as well, cuddling into you once again.

Neither of you would be finishing Smartass’ dinner tonight. You wouldn't even leave the bed.

#Greasy Weasel x Reader Oneshot #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Oneshot #Smut #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Multi-Fandom Bingo (Dozen) Masterlist

'Don't Look Back' On The Tide - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. CW: Implied risk of violence. 'It's Okay to Cry' Hail Hydra - Chapter Eleven. Bucky gets to his new home, and is treated with surprising tenderness- until he isn't. CW: Violence, slavery, implied risk to life.

'Died in Your Arms Tonight' Silver & Gold - Chapter Eight. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Everyone's favourite couple go exploring - but not everything goes as smoothly as they'd like. CW: Exposure, hypothermia, accidental injury.

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'Touche' Silver & Gold - Chapter Seven. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and darkness. CW: Sudden personality changes, verbal abuse, distress, subconscious self-harm (mild), references to past self-harm and abuse, unrealism, fat shaming. You're Cute When You're Angry Hail Hydra - Chapter Six. Bucky seeks comfort. CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness.

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[shellxrls]

okay so basically for context it was this girls birthday and she threw a massive party at the boneyard, kooks, pogues, everyone was there.

I was with rafe btw. so anyways we went, arrived at about 8pm and everyone was already fucking shit up. topper was pretty drunk already, keep this in mind.

so everything goes pretty smoothly and it’s a pretty good party all in all, apart from a few little scraps everyone is happy.

it’s about 1 - 1:30 when most of our group is packing up, but none of us can find topper, we were all looking for him but we just assumed he’d gone home by himself. brushed the matter off.

Becky’s house was being redone so she was staying at tannyhill with us. So we all went to bed and that was a night.

UNTIL!!!!!

we hear a car basically crashing into the driveway, Rafe went to look out the window and it was toppers, so we were all a bit confused.

we all went down to go see and topper was in the kitchen, and when I tell you he was completely shit faced. he was so fucked up it was unbelievable okay like his eyes were barely open.

so he comes over, mistakes me for Sarah (for context this guy is still so hung up on her it’s stupid) tried to grab my ass and kiss me.

Rafe had none of it though, literally did not give this man a second chance and immediately pushed him.

topper falls back cause he’s literally blacking out at this point. And that’s that for the night. we got him to drink some water while he was half asleep then we just left him passed out on the couch.

the next morning he was gone. we all went to the country club for breakfast (they have the best hangover food in being so serious).

and Sarah’s there, me and Becky went to talk to her cause she is nice. and basically here’s what went down.

turns out topper had heard John b saying “I love you” to her at the party, and gone absolutely ballistic.

he’d got out of tannyhill at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, and showed up and the chateau. blatantly tried to STAB JOHN B IN HIS SLEEP.

lucky his aim was off so he just hit the mattress but oh my fucking god.

jj went crazy on him, pulled the gun but didn’t use it. Topper got arrested but his bail was paid and he showed up at the country club next week.

he seemed so wasted though like… Rafe didn’t even want me going up to him. him and kelce talked to him though and apparently he thought all of his actions were justified.

of course he got out of any big charges cause it’s him.

oh and he tried to hit wheezie when she asked him about it so he’s banned from tannyhill on rafes orders.

I’m actually shook I swear. probs gonna script that didn’t happen next time I shift cause that was intense idk if I wanna go back to it.

- rafe shifter

OH MY FUCKING GOD ?? TOPPER ?? this is insane when i tell u my mouth was wide fucking open, jaw dropped the entire time wtf !!

FIRST OF ALL HE DROVE A CAR INTO THE DRIVEWAY AND GRABBED UR ASS?? mans is a borderline alcoholic what is going on here cuz how did he get that shitfaced..

rafes reactions was valid icl cuz even if he was drunk as shit he still shouldn’t be touching up on someone else girl. AND I HOPE UR OKAY ! i’d be grossed out if some drunk guy (even if it was someone i knew) started grabbing at me 😐.

HE TRIES TO FUCKING STAB JOHN B ??? nah what the FUCK topper needs to actually die. that’s crazy as fuck and it must’ve been so scary for u and just everyone tbh ??

somehow out of all of this the wheezie thing seems the most horrible cuz she’s a CHILD ?? what the fuck is wrong w topper ?? can’t believe he wasn’t charged harshly and if i were in that situation i’d just cut him off completely.

tbh i’ve always thought topper had a much darker side to him (esp when he tried to burn down the chateau) and i feel so bad that you had to go through all of that. i’d say script it out if you want to cuz that seems like such a heavy experience, i don’t think anyone in ur dr wld be able to recover from it at least for a while.

i hope you’re okay as well <3 !

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;rafe shifter #;chatting

[cwritesforfun]

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: I still want you

You’re Sarah Cameron’s best friend of 10 years and Rafe Cameron’s ex of 1 year. You were on friendly terms with the rest of the Cameron family too and even had babysat Wheezie before.

italics = Flashback

Y/N = Your Name

**I do not own the Outer Banks characters.**

Y/N's POV

It had been two years since I have been in the vicinity of Rafe Cameron. I’ve managed to convince Sarah that I just couldn’t be near him for 2 years.

Sarah wants me to go to her birthday party in 3 weeks. She has been begging for me to go. She even bought me my dream Converse that I’ve been eyeing while online shopping. She knew I wanted them and asked me to go again and again. I finally agreed. Sarah screamed so loud with excitement that my mom ran into the room concerned.

I need to face Rafe. I can be civil now. I’ve had time to reflect. Now, I can admit that he treated me like I was nothing, but a mistake in his “perfect” life.

3 weeks later... Y/N’s POV

Where else would you expect Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess’ party to be, but a party yacht? I hadn’t even heard of such a thing until she sent me an invitation. I actually tried to get out of it because I get motion sickness like crazy. (picture of what a party yacht could look like below)

Since we are going on the boat at night, it was hard for me to pick what to wear. I chose to wear a bikini with a flowy dress over it and Birkenstocks. If we jump in the water, I’ll be prepared. I like to be prepared.

When I park my car in the lot where the yacht is, I see it and let out a soft chuckle.

Ward really went all out. There are lights across the boat, there are big signs saying “Happy Birthday,” and music blaring. He really wanted his golden child to have fun tonight. I remember how Rafe looked when I jokingly called Sarah the golden child. He looked like he would’ve killed me on the spot. Ugh, I have to see him soon.

I see some of my other friends getting out of their cars right now, so I decide to get out. I walk up to them and we all gush over each other’s outfits. My friend, Olivia, is my closest friend other than Sarah. She has a very bubbly personality and is a total player. I love her though.

We all walk onto the yacht.

I see Sarah standing near the entrance in a flowy gold dress with a sash on that says “Birthday Girl.” How fitting!

I walk up to her and hug her. She exclaims “Thank you for coming. I truly am happy you are here. I love you, Y/N.” I reply “I’m happy to be here. Now, where do I put your present?” She laughs and says "To the right of the DJ! Thank you!"

I walk over to where the DJ is and I set my bag down.

I turn and see Rafe staring at me from near the bar. Of course, he is over there. I do miss having a drink with him and letting loose. I miss when we went to parties and had the time of our lives. We did have fun especially when we were tipsy.

I half-smile at him and I walk off to where my friends are all talking. I make sure to face away from him, so I don’t have to look at him at all.

My friend, Olivia, says “Y/N, Rafe is staring at your back. He's been doing it ever since you walked up.” I reply "Yeah I know. Maybe he finally realized how poorly he treated me. It's the first time I've seen him in 2 years." She replies "Oh sh**! I forgot you two dated. He cheated on you with Penny, right?" I scoff and reply "Yeah she's always been angry at me since then. Who am I kidding? She hated me before that because I was with Rafe and friends with Sarah. I hate her.” She replies "I bet. I heard he moaned your name in bed." I reply "I heard that too. He's nasty. You know what? This'll end the staring." I turn around, make eye contact with Rafe, and show him my middle finger. He visibly gasps and looks horrified as he looks away. I turn back to face Olivia and she's cracking up laughing.

Olivia and I keep chatting even as the boat starts moving.

Sarah shows up after the boat starts moving and she pulls us all onto the dance floor. We have fun dancing for a while until the sun sets!

Sarah exclaims "I'm ready for cake. Let me tell the DJ." The DJ announces "Uh oh the birthday girl is ready for cake. Let's get on it, people!"

One of Sarah's cousins runs up to us and says "Hey Sarah... I got the cake." They then twerk in front of us. We all crack up and Sarah says "Not that kind! But thank you!" Her cousin salutes her and leaves.

The cake is brought out with sparklers on top of them. Champagne flutes are also brought out on carts.

The cake is passed out with champagne:) Sarah gets another bottle of champagne for our friend group and she pours us all another glass.

Wheezie walks over and says "Dad said to give you shots, Sarah." Sarah smiles and says "Oh my, well thank you Wheezie." Wheezie smiles and sees me. She lets out a squeal and hugs me. I hug her back and I hear her say "I am so happy to see you again Y/N. I thought my idiot brother would keep you away forever. Does this mean I will see you more?" I answer "Yes and since I have a car now, I can pick you up to hang out if you need to get away." She replies "OMG! Thank you thank you! Ok, I have to get back to my dad, but thank you." She then runs off.

Sarah says "Thanks for that. Wheezie has been begging to see you for so long. She really looks up to you and enjoys the time you two spend together." I reply "Well, I love hanging with her too. Should we take the shots?" She nods excitedly.

We count to three and we all take shots.

We dance some more!

I start to feel tired and I wander off to find somewhere quieter to sit down.

I walk and walk until I see an open balcony. I place my arms on it and take a deep breath.

I look out at the city's faint skyscape and smile. It looks so beautiful. Rafe and I had dreams of ruling the city. I can still remember the conversation like it was yesterday.

(flashback below)

Rafe kept poking me on the arm until he got my attention.

He finally said "Hey hey Y/N. One day, you and I are gonna rule the Outer Banks."

I laughed and replied "Really? We are? I don't want to be in politics though."

He replied "No no silly. You can be in business. I'll take over my dad's company and then this place is ours. We'll be that couple that everyone wants to be or wants to date, except we'll be happily married with no desire to divorce."

I replied "Wow. You're interested in marriage in the future?"

He replied, "Only if it's with you."

(end of flashback)

I gulp and see the skyscape fading more and more. That was only 1 week before we broke up. I can still remember that night vividly.

(flashback below)

Rafe had sent me a text that said hey we should break up.

I was pulling into his driveway when I got that text.

I remember storming into the Cameron house and up to his room. I flung the door open and exclaimed "Break up?! Why? You literally said last week that you wanted to take over Outer Banks with me married." He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand staring at the wall. He turned to me and said "That was a lie! I can't believe you ever thought we would end up together. I don't want to get married to you!" I asked, "Why?" He answered "Why do I need to have a reason?  I slept with Penny last night and she gave me something you never could give me... sex!" I replied "What? Slept with Penny?!?!" He snapped "Yeah! Do you have a problem with that? She wanted to have sex and you weren't there at the party! I told you to come! You said no. You were a mistake!" That's when the tears started pouring out of my eyes. He yelled "Why don't you go cry to your mommy? I'm sure she loves how much you cry. Me, well I'm sick of it!" 

Pure rage filled me when he said that. I replied through tears "I guess everything is temporary and so was this stupid fu**ing relationship! I hate you Rafe Cameron and I hope you burn in HE**!!" I ran out of the Cameron house at that.

(end of flashback)

I blink back tears and take another deep breath. I need to get those negative memories out of my thoughts.

I turn to my left and see Rafe leaning next to me. I jump back a little and ask "When did you get there?" He answers "A few minutes ago, but you were lost in thought. I didn't want to bother you." I reply "Ha! You didn't want to bother me! What a joke!" He continues to just stare at me. I feel tears in my eyes and I exclaim "Rafe, you hurt me 2 years ago. I trusted you. I loved you. You broke my heart and my trust all in one day. It still hurts that you chose Penny too." He replies "Y/N, I'm sorry. And I know that literally means nothing, but I want you to know I am sorry. I hurt you and by hurting you, I hurt myself. I loved you and pushed you away because I thought it would be better for the both of us. You were there for me when no one else was and for the last two years, no one has filled that void." I ask "Why Penny?" He answers "She was a blond bombshell with a big sex drive and I was high. I accidentally moaned your name during sex thought and she kicked me out." I ask "So that wasn't just a rumor?" He sighs and says "No. I wasn't over you. I still am not. Listen, I've been clean from drugs for 1 year and I don't drink every day of the week anymore. I am taking some community college courses, so I can be the person you deserve to be with. I still want you. I know I said some hurtful things 2 years ago, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been such a di** about you showing your emotions or at you for not wanting to have sex a lot. It was horrible of me and I admit that now. Can we start over? I'll do anything." I sigh and answer "Part of me always loved the times we shared and loved you. I don't think I ever fully got over you no matter how much I tried to convince myself." He asks "So is that a yes?" I answer "Let's take it slow. We should be friends for a little then we can date if we still both want it. If you start to feel things for another girl, let me know. Communication is important in any relationship and in the end, it's what made us fall apart. And if we weren’t meant to be, then we weren’t meant to be," He replies "I'm cool with that. I can't say that I won't get protective if another guy tries to be with you though." I reply "There's no other guy. There is and was only ever you."

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Writing a part two! Will be linked here when posted!

Thanks for reading!!!!! ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe x y/n #rafe outer banks #outer banks imagines

[solmints-messyocdiary]

I've been wanting to share this writing for a while but I was never satisfied with it... it's more dialogue than writing, haha... but this gives more backstory to Finley, Iris' final boy.

Hope it's not too annoying to read.

Tw// mentions of child abuse | not proofread

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"Things weren't always bad. Like... there were good times as well," Finley began, hand nervously fumbling with the hem of his hoodie before he continued. Tension visible in his body language.

He was trying to decide whether he should share something so intimate about his life with her. Iris didn't seem like the type to care about the woes of others, but in that fraction of time Finley felt like he could tell her anything. Whether it was because he truly believed it, naivety or because of the sleeping pill getting him drowsy, he didn't know.

"There was a time when during my birthday my parents brought me to this recently opened ice cream shop and bought me as many scoops as I wanted. I was so happy. It wasn't like I was able to eat so much dessert all the time after all. I ate some much that my stomach felt like bursting. I-..." he risked a quick glance at her direction. Good, she was still listening.

I also remember when I was 8 that we spend the entire day and afternoon in an amusement park. My dad wasn't completely drunk and my mom didn't have a scowl on her face. My dad even lifted me above his shoulders as we walked around the place and played games and rode the rides. I won the spelling bee competition in my school and they treated me to that..." a small smile traced itself across his face, however no sign of satisfaction was visible. It was more the expression of someone who felt discomfort about talking of such things rather than recalling a fond childhood memory.

During the entirety of it Iris listened. Her piercing eyes not abandoning his face.

During any normal situation, he would have felt uneasy of having someone keeping him under his gaze (scrutiny), but he was too focused on his own story and gloom to notice Iris scooting closer to him in the couch.

"There was also the time I entered a science fair in highschool against multiple schools and won first prize. My parents were there, all dressed up, beaming with wide grins as teachers and parents alike came to congratulate them on having such a smart kid.

Their hands were firmly resting on my shoulders. Not harshly as I was so accustomed to. The first time my mom did that I instinctively flinched but calmed down as she stared at me with pride, not disgust." A scoff soon followed as a sardonic grimace spread across his face, eyes crinkling with fake glee and brows knitting together.

"It felt nice... until it didn't. 'Cuz... as I was seeing them interact with others... seeing how how they treated me in the presence of others— I began to think... why... why couldn't they just be like that all the time? Why couldn't they be... be fucking nice and understanding and happy like they were doing now? Why when others were present did they act like they loved me and liked me?"

One arm flailed above in an exaggerated arch, almost as if he was presenting a masterpiece as it it faced Iris while the other was pressed to his chest. His eyes drifting to face the wall in front of him, almost as he had a crowd gawking at his every word.

"Finny is a good kid! We're so proud of having him as our son! We made sure to motivate him to do better at school. He certainly got his mother's brain!" His voice raising in pitch, mockingly copying that of a woman.

"Got it from her my ass! And motivation? Is that how they call slapping your kid silly and not giving them dinner for getting a B- in a damn physics exam?!"

He turned to Iris, body shaking and breathless. Back straight and perked, muscles tense with unshed energy and hyperactivity. A wheezy laugh pushed from his lungs as if wanting to emphasize the absurdity of the words he just uttered. But just as quickly as the edge came it went, and was replaced with slow and sluggish silence. His eyes drooped and he slumped back against the couch.

"Then... then at that age, at 17, I finally understood that my parents were bad. They were just horrible, vile, people. Slimy hypocrites. And it was meant to sting, I knew that it was meant to feel horrible after coming to that realization. Like being splashed with freezing cold water to wake you up, but I felt this odd sense of serenity and numbness wash over me. I wasn't the problem. After 17 years I finally realized that I was never the problem and I felt so happy... so happy but so angry at the same time."

#my writing #oc: finley madigan #final boy: finley madigan #slasher: iris #oc: iris #slasher oc #final boy oc #angst

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @tximidity_ dated 23012023

"Ig!" Excited, he was running himself out of breath to reach him, getting a bit wheezy with only lung. But it did nothing to curb his excitement. Reaching for his hand, he was giving it a happy tug. "I-i found a really warm spot. It's this sunbathing rock and I know you like warmer, drier areas! So I thought--"wow he was really out of breath. Oh well. "--I thought we could have a picnic there. Together. Anything you want to eat!" //he don't know it your birthday but happy birthday sweetie!

" what, what? " he was a little worried at first that something had happened— it was why sullivan ran to him so hastily any other time. worried that he'd gotten himself in some trouble again, touched something poisonous... but he inhaled, with eyes wide as his hand was tugged, practically forcing him to bend down a little ( the boy was tall, he'd noticed... more than most mortals, but still couldn't compare to the deity ).

he tilted his head in a very much canine-like manner, he seemed to perk up at the prospect of a warm, sunny place— was there one they haven't discovered yet? he would have claimed he knew these lands intimately, but sullivan tended to bring him forth even to the more faraway lands. " is... is it far? " the only worry he had was straying too far from his volcano— it was bound to him, after all ( or he, to it? ).

" slow down, silly... " he muttered, half kneeling in front of the other the more he needed to pause to catch his breath. free clawed hand was put gently around sully's shoulders, meant to comfort and placate. " it sounds lovely... " he hummed out with a small smile, nodding at the prospect of a picnic. but... anything? well.

" fresh venison sounds nice. i'll even cook it for you, what do you say? "

#alternative records. ( “FORGOTTEN” ); #reports. ( “CERBERUS” ); #comms. ( “OUTGOING” ); #// i'm not late. YOU'RE late. gnfdkgf #// sorry though!! this was rly nice of u to send tbh #// indirect birthday wishes because ig himself doesn't know his birthday in this verse. and thats ok. its the thought that counts #tximidity

[dwtluvv]

a character from outer banks who plays wheezie sarah sister wishing hannah a happy birthday omg 😭💗💗💗

#hannahxxrose #omg

[torturedpoetskywalker]

Slytherin!Albus Severus Potter & Rose Weasley

happy birthday, @mrsyoda!!

#happy birthday wheezy #happy birthday soul sister #alrose #albus x rose #albus severus x rose #albus severus potter #rose weasley #harry potter #harry potter next generation #harrypotteredit #hpedit #aesthetic #slytherin albus severus potter #slytherin rose weasley #slytherin rose granger-weasley #slytherin!albus #slytherin!rose #rose granger-weasley #rose granger weasley

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

guess which Dylan loving Wheezer’s birthday it is????

for my 27th I would like one (1) Dylan hug thank you

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WHEEZER!!!

You'll never believe this, but I found this incredible photo of Dylan hugging you! ;)

I think it's the most appropriate thing I could provide on this, the glorious day of your birth! I hope you have a freakin' fantastic day! MUCH LOVE AND I'MMA HUG YOU TOO! - Trashy xoxoxox

#dylan o'brien #wheezerwheezer #ask #wheezer's birthday!!! #HAPPY WHEEZY BIRTHDAY TO YOU #YOU SWEET HUMANNNN #EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY #follower birthdays #you got a bonus kiss from the boy #I hope that's alright

[kays-kg-works]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi & Maito Gai | Might Guy, Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Maito Gai | Might Guy, Maito Dai | Might Duy, Hatake Sakumo, Hatake Kakashi's Ninken, Nohara Rin, Uchiha Obito, Namikaze Minato Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Growing Up Together Series: Part 1 of My Love, My Life

#kakagai #my love my life #all i want #naruto #*wheezy squeaking noise like a busted chew toy* #it's like ten minutes late but ayy the chapter's over 8.5k so #i hope that makes up for it a bit #happy new year everybody #and happy birthday to might gai #*i tip my hat before crumpling to the ground*

[fandomismyspirit]

bradcreasser   Happy birthday to one of the coolest, kindest men I know! Thanks for all the on set laughs. Happy 40th Jensen!

#jensen ackles #this is so stupid #dorks #that wheezy laugh though #happy 40th birthday jensen #supernatural #set life

[slashingdisneypasta]

PLATONIC FAMILIAL!Toon Patrol x Smartass’Daughter!Reader || Oneshot [Part 3]

Title: Her First Birthday With Them

Notes:

Immediate chapter 3 before I lose momentum!

The next chapter will be in Stupid's POV ^^

Plot: A baby girl is left on the Toon Patrol's front door step, and they've had her a whole year now ^^ Somehow she's alive, and happy, and well-loved.

Warnings: Smoking, minor violence, and unedited.

Greasy Weasel’s POV

Y/N can’t yet blow out her own candles, so when we’re all finished singing happy birthday to her she starts waiving her arm at the cake- frightening the other boys and I half to death when she kicks out and almost sets hr little foot on fire. Quickly though, Stupid slips behind her and blows out the candles where she can’t see, and she gives a pleased squeal, clapping her little paws. Gracias a dio (1).

El pequeño Y/N ahora tiene un año completo (2). Its been... quite a year... I've never see the boss so exhausted , even with mine and Wheezy's help. I mean- Psycho and Stupid do there best also- but lets just say its a good thing they have us around too. I've given up counting how many times Y/N has nearly died playing with them.

The little one is starting to take shape, too, looking more weasel then... blob... and I'm doing my best to use that and picture what her mother might look like... What? I want to know what the bosses type is! I'm curious! Nevertheless, though, its pretty hopeless. I've just had to assign the woman a face from one of my magazines, for when I imagine her. She has a largeee chest and crimson lips, and I don't at all blame Smartass for his- shall we say- slip?~

"Oh! Present time!" Psycho suddenly announces, taking Y/N haphazardly up by the armpits from the table and running off to sit her on the floor in the livingroom, instead, propping her up like a doll against the bosses reclining chair. The boss has a heartattack beside me, stiffening up as he watches Psycho nearly trip over his straight jacket while scurrying off with his daughter. When she's safely set on the ground, Wheezy and Stupid taking spots on the ground at either side of her, the boss relaxes and roughly wipes his face, following them.

... Well, at least he didn't yell. Good job boss. It is the pequeña princesa's birthday after all.

While they all settle down in the livingroom, I hang back and gesture to the cake. "I... but... first I thought we would eat the- " When Psycho and the others just ignore me, and the asombroso (3) cake that I slaved away to create for these chuckleheads, I let out a huph. Fine. I hate you all.

I grab my present for her and sit down across from Y/N, as Psycho excitedly sets his (a blue and yellow striped box that looks almost the same size, as Y/N) in front of her first and pats it on the lid, with his razor. "Mine first, mine first!~ Hehehe... I think you'll like it, Y/N!" When she just looks at the box, feeling the top with her paw, Psycho sighs. "Go onnn~ Open it."

Looking curious in that adorable way that children always are, Y/N taps the box some more before discovering that the lid pushes off. She uses a little fist to lift it off and over the back- it seems to be a struggle for her, as she sticks out her tongue in concentration and almost perspires- but she manages it without any of our help, and I have a short proud moment. That's our girl, after all.

She giggles cheerfully at the job well done, and the proud back pat her father gives her, before Psycho nudges the box closer to her so that she can peak inside. When she sees what's inside, she gasps and pulls out a... doll.

... Eugh. Its a freaky looking thing. I'm surprised Y/N isn't sobbing. Psycho must have made it himself, with frayed pieces of... hold on... that's one of Stupid's striped shirts the arms are made of! And- and- the head must be Psycho's straight jacket, while the chest is made from what looks to be one of Wheezy's disgusting old vests, and part of the bosses pink suit jacket! And those feet are mine!

Oh- Pequeño psicópata malvado (4). I knew I was missing a pair of pants-

"Psychoooo... " I start, a menacing tone to my voice and flashing a terrible glare his way- but he quickly growls at me and I shut up. Its just best not to get on that little loco's bad side. "Heheh- mine next is all I mean to say!" But watch yourself, Psycho. Remember- I cook your meals.

I push Psycho out of the way and take his place in front of Y/N, hugging that horrible voodoo doll, and set my present in front of her. I start thinking that if she squeezes that thing too hard it'll strangle me, and sweat a little. We took that voodoo book away from Psycho, didn't we?? Hope so... Hey- you- Wheezy- what's that look at my present you have? What's the smirk? Why?

Under my suspicious glare, Wheezy chuckles and gives a shrug. "Did you use enough tape do ya think?"

Looking down at the present I wrapped myself, which yes is wrapped with... a fair bit of sticky tape... I brush him off. "It's not my fault! The tape was attracted to me!" And who could blame it, really?- Stupid don't giggle! Cállate! (5) "Whatever- here you go Y/N. Feliz cumpleaños (6)."

Y/N grips at it with her paws. "Fe... fe... " We all get excited, then, wondering if she's going to say her first word. Is it going to be Spanish?? If it is, Smartass is going to owe me 20 dollars! "Feper!" She exclaims, and Stupid applauds dumbly like it actually means something. I sigh, dejected once again, before catching a cheeky look on the little girl. Wait...

I squint at her.

She didn't... no... that wasn't on purpose... she couldn't.

... Hm.

As Y/N rips open the wrapping with her sharp little claws, I shrug it off. There's no way. She's Smartass' daughter, but she's... too young to be an evil genius. Surely. When she's finally got the wrapping to budge revealing the gift inside, her eyes widen in joyous surprise and she claps. "Dothy!! Dothy!!" She chants, picking up the little ruby red slippers I got her.

I got her Dorothy slippers because her favourite movie, the one she has tortured us all with every day for months since she saw it, is the Wizard of Oz. Seriously, she loves it. For a couple of weeks after the first viewing, she couldn't see Psycho without growling at him like a lion.

Picking her up in my lap, I help her put the shoes on first and then hold her up in a standing position so she can see them properly. "Bien?"

Clumsily she knocks her heels together, and grins wide. "Biben! Biben!"

"Duh! My turn now!" Stupid, our other child, claps then as I set Y/N down again, and shake my head at the giants excitement. And at how Y/n's eyes go wide and she watches Stupid go fetch her next present- she really loves him. Sometimes, I think she likes him much more then she likes the rest of us... but, hehe. No way! That is ridículo! (7) I am so awesome. "Here you go, Y/N!"

Stupid gets her a red leather long coat that's way too large for her; It'll hopefully fit her once she's full groan! She loves it though, unsurprisingly, and hefts it over her shoulders with some difficulty to use as a blanket. Then, Wheezy gives her the jack-in-a-box that she cried about not getting at the store the other day (He really left her present to the last minute- and somehow succeeded anyway. I hate him for this) and, when the boss isn't looking- he sneaks her a box of little lolly cigarettes; Giving her a 'shhh' sign with his finger in front of his mouth.

Her big eyes widen even more and she nods, understanding him and making him grin back at her.

... I wonder, sharing a look with Psycho and Stupid quickly before Smartass looks back at us all, for how long this man has been corrupting our sweet angel.

Finally, Smartass hands his daughter his present from himself, setting her in his lap and the box on the ground in front of them both.

Its a hat, which is tradition in the gang. He and I have our fedora's, Wheezy has his silly old man flat cap, Stupid has his helicopter hat and... well, we couldn't find a hat that would fit over Psycho's main. But his insane hair counts just fine as a hat. It protects him from the rain, and everything!

I already knew that he was getting her a hat, he asked me about it wondering what kind he should get her, but we didn't actually come to a conclusion so I've been rather curious as to what he chose for her.

... Its a top hat, and its so ginormous like the coat that it falls to her chest until Smartass lifts the front up to balance on her forehead. Her grin is also ginormous, almost half of her face in fact, touching at the brim and patting at her fathers knees. The look on Smartass' face, though, is what makes us all go silent.

"You'll grow into it, baby girl." He tells her in a rough, stern voice, but the eyes he's looking down at her with are anything but. Full of love and a softness that's completely foreign on our bosses face.

... its sweet, yes, but plEASE STOP IT, BOSS. YOU'RE FREAKEN ME OUT-

~

"Alright, Buenos notches Boss I'm calling it a night- OOF!" An unopened box of nappies flies at my gut from across the room.

Oh... going down... oh no no!- I'm still standing. False alarm. Its just pain...

"She's sleeping, you moron!!" He whispers ferociously, shaking his fist at me.

"Bossss, didn't you say not to swear in front of her??" Stupid asks, too slow to know how to whisper, himself.

"Yeah, so?? She's asleep, Stupid!- "

"You know, I read somewhere that people pick stuff up better in their sleep then when they're awake, actually." Wheezy pipes up, blowing out a ring of smoke my way- causing me to cough and hack, fighting to get it out of my lungs.

... When I'm done, but still blowing the disgusting stuff away from my face, I glare him. "... I'll get you, fumador."

He just grins wolfishly, and turns to smoke out the window once again.

"... Considerin' how much I complain about you mongrels to her while she's sleepin', you lot better pray that aint true." Smartass snaps, rolling his eyes.

"Everyone stop talking." Psycho hisses, from where he stands hunched over Y/N's cradle like a terrifying mobile. "Just look at her!!~ She's so cute~... " As we all crowd around her, joining the feral weasel, I have to agree. She is adorable, laying there using her new jacket as a blanket and still wearing her new shoes. She must have received more of her mother, in the womb.

The rest of her presents are still with her, also. The jack-in-a-box is at the bottom of the cradle, the hat sits by her head (She had tried to sleep in it, but Smartass took it off her before it could strangle her), and she's hugging that freaky doll to her face like her life depends on it. Also, peaking out of one of the coat pockets, is the box of candy cigerettes.

Wheezy looks nervously, at that, though thankfully the boss has yet to notice despite looking at her just like the rest of us. I inwardly groan and take a deep breath, preparing for the whack I'm bound to recieve for this next coming comment. "... you think she's trouble now, eh boss? Just wait until she starts to date."

Smartass immediately whips around to me and while he's pinching me in the arm, I tuck the fake smokes further into her pocket so they're hidden. "She's not datin' til she's 40 and a doctor!"

I rub my arm vigorously, because damnit boss that hurts! while Wheezy gives me a secret smile of thanks. Puh. These people don't deserve me.

_

Spanish Translations:

Thank God.

Little Y/N is now a full year old

Amazing

Little evil psycho

The closest thing I could find to shut up.

Happy Birthday

#PLATONIC FAMILIAL!Toon Patrol x Smartass’Daughter!Reader #PLATONIC FAMILIAL!Toon Patrol x Smartass’Daughter!Reader Oneshot #Oneshot #Smartass Weasel #Toon Patrol x Reader #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader Oneshot #Greasy Weasel #Psycho Weasel #Stupid Weasel #Wheezy Weasel

[mackenzielovee]

Hi!!! I loved hit my line! Please post the second blurb! I know you’re so busy with college work but if you have the time could you please do a protective Rafe over Y/n and the baby like maybe something happens that feels off or when it comes to y/n actually giving birth! 🥰

a/n: hi my love! i was gonna keep it short but it wound up a little long LOL but i hope you enjoy regardless, this is where i took the idea so i hope you like it!! p.s i wrote this entire thing just now and didn't edit it so sorry hope it doesn't have any major typos oops

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, false labor, anxiety, swearing, kissing

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ambivalence blurb: 23 - rafe cameron

"Cameron, come on. She'll still be here when we get back."

Topper's voice carries all the way from the hood of his Jeep, the one he's currently leaned up against and pretending to gag as he watches Rafe grip your hand and kiss you like his life depends on it.

He's wearing the navy blue polo you bought him for his birthday, which is today, and the reason why Topper and Kelce are waiting on him to go play a round of golf at the Club. He'd loved the polo when he opened it up this morning, and when you showed him what you had sewn on the inside of the breast pocket, he'd teared up and told you it was his favorite gift he'd ever received. The two of you had finally picked a name but kept it private, and you'd put the name there just for him to see whenever he used it.

"Go on," you say against his lips, "I'll be here when you come home."

"Is it too late to cancel?" he whispers.

You laugh, "Yes."

He frowns and kisses you again, throwing his middle finger over his shoulder toward Topper when he groans again.

"Will you come meet us at the Club for lunch? I can come back and get you, or-"

"I'll be there," you smile, "Just text me when you're on the last hole."

"Okay, sweetheart," he agrees, squeezing your hand.

"Jesus, Y/N, can you push him off the porch or something? Tee time's in ten minutes!" Kelce yells from the driveway.

"Go," you say again, grinning widely when he rolls his eyes.

"Fine," he grunts, releasing your hand and placing it on your baby bump. Five and a half months along now; only making it harder for Rafe to leave you any time he has to.

"Happy birthday, handsome," you say, meeting his hand with your own on your stomach.

He smiles, "Thank you, baby. Call me if you need anything, yeah?"

You nod and give him one last kiss before he steps off the porch, flipping off the boys once again when they yell out 'finally!'.

You stand on the porch and watch him climb into the passenger seat, removing his sunglasses from his collar and placing them over his eyes. He presses a kiss to his fingers and then waves at you, which you return with a smile. Kelce waves to you from the backseat and yells something you can't hear over the hum of Topper's engine, but it earns a glare from Rafe.

You laugh and wave one final time before Topper takes off, then turn and walk back into the foyer of the Cameron home. When you close the door behind you, your eyes catch on the picture frames sitting on the mahogany desk resting against the wall adjacent to the stairs. It has a new addition; a photo of you and Rafe from about a month ago, both of you dressed up to celebrate Ward and Rose's wedding anniversary. You smile at it as you pass, heading into the kitchen.

Rose, Wheezie and Sarah are in full work mode, cleaning the kitchen and dining room out from Rafe's surprise birthday breakfast. You'd had to get up extra early to sneak out of the guest house and over here to get to work, but Rafe, being the morning person he is, had come looking for you after his run and walked in all sweaty and concerned.

He'd laughed when he saw the table, decorated to the nines by Rose and all of his favorite foods spread across it, complete with his girl standing at the head of the table. You'd given him a big smile and a kiss, one he didn't expect from you this early in the morning.

Now, as you watch the girls deconstruct it, you smile at the memory. When you step over to the sink to help Sarah with the dishes, she shakes her head.

"Go sit," she says, nodding to the living room, "We've got this."

"Sarah, come on," you groan.

"She's right, honey," Rose cuts in, "You should rest. You've been going nonstop since this morning."

"I'm fine," you say.

"Prove it," Rose challenges, "Go be fine on the couch."

You roll your eyes playfully at her, watching her smile as she rearranges the bouquet of flowers she'd had at the head of the table. You furrow your brows, as if to silently question why she's doing that. She chuckles and explains.

"Rafe asked what I plan to do with them," she tells you, "I told him they were for his birthday breakfast, so he asked me to rearrange them and give them to you."

You smile and shake your head at the boy, unable to believe that even on his birthday, he's still thinking of you. Sarah smiles at you, watching you grin like a little girl.

"He's so sweet," you say quietly.

"That he is," Rose agrees, "They'd look lovely on your kitchen table."

You nod and watch as she wraps a ribbon around the vase, then places it on the counter and tells you to take them to the guest house next time you head out there. You agree and then step over to Wheezie, watching her put leftovers into containers.

Just as you reach the counter, you grab hold of it when you feel a weird, mild pain shooting up your stomach. You wince and shut your eyes, but it passes after you take a deep breath.

"You okay?" Wheezie asks you, glancing hesitantly at Rose, who hasn't noticed.

"I'm fine," you shake your head, giving her a smile, "Let me help."

"You're supposed to be resting," she counters, but when she sees your raised eyebrow, she slides over a container to you and lets you get to work.

You joke around with her as you two organize the leftovers, which are stacking up quickly. You grab a few of the containers and step over to the fridge, using one hand to pull open the door when the pain in your stomach returns. The containers come toppling out of your arm, only one opening and spilling all over the floor.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Rose asks, reaching out to grab your elbow.

You take two deep breaths, eyes glued shut as you breathe through it. You're sure it will pass like it did before, and it does. When you open your eyes, worry is plastered all over Rose's face. Sarah shuts off the water and steps over, eyebrows furrowed and eyes soft.

"Yes," you say breathlessly, "Oh, I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, it's okay," she counters, "Go sit down. I mean it. We'll get it."

You shake your head to argue, but the stern, mother-like look in your eye makes you nod. Your hand wraps around the bottom of your stomach and you instinctually pat, as if to comfort your baby boy.

Sarah offers her hand silently, and you grab ahold of it and let her lead you into the living room. She lets you sit down on the couch and then brings a blanket over to you, then sits down on the coffee table directly in front of you.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

There's a hint of nervousness in her voice, as if she still feels the wall up between you two and doesn't want to push you too far. Although things have definitely improved and you are civil and even kind to one another, it still feels odd to divulge your feelings to her once again.

"Just a weird feeling. I'm sure it's fine," you say, nodding your head as if to convince yourself and her at once.

"I'm sure it is, too," she agrees, "But, maybe we should stop by a hospital. Just in case."

You shake your head, "I'm just being dramatic. I'm fine, I promise."

She stares at you hesitantly, but ultimately nods and stands up.

"Okay. I'll make you some tea. And call Rafe."

Your eyes dart up to her, immediately shaking your head.

"No, Sarah, don't. He'll worry, and it's nothing to worry about. He needs to enjoy his birthday."

"Y/N," she sighs, placing a hand on her hip, "He'd kill me if I didn't call."

"I'll hide the knives," you counter, earning a smile and a shake of the head from her, "Please."

She sighs again and then nods slowly, inching back toward the kitchen.

"Tea's coming up," she says, then turns and exits the living room.

You sigh and sit back, blocking out the worrying yourself. Although you'd never felt anything like that so far, you don't feel as if it's anything to get worked up over. Especially on Rafe's birthday. The last thing you'd want to do is get him all worried and go to the hospital only to find out it was nothing and you're totally fine.

Rose comes in and sits down on the other end of the couch, sympathy evident on her features. Her phone rests in her hand and at first she's not sure what to say, but you know she's in here because she doesn't want to leave you alone.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she asks after a minute.

"Yes, I'm okay, I promise," you nod, "I'm sorry about the mess."

"No, don't even worry about that," she shakes her head.

You swallow when you feel the weird sensation return, placing a hand on your stomach and tensing when the pain starts to set in.

"What is it?" Rose asks, face draining almost completely of color.

You take one deep breath and exhale, then look up at her, "Um, just a little discomfort."

The pain intensifies, making you lean forward and groan without meaning to. Rose stands up and steps over to you, running a hand through your hair.

"Honey," she says calmly, "I'm sure everything is fine, but I'm going to take you to the hospital just in case."

The thought of going to the hospital without Rafe makes you want to cry. You take in another shaky breath and ignoring the stinging of tears in your eyes, then nod slowly. Your heart sinks; the pain of ruining Rafe's birthday outweighing the pain in your lower stomach. You look up at Rose and frown, standing when she guides you upright.

"I need to call Rafe," you say quietly, your voice almost sounding ashamed.

"We'll call him from the car. Everything's fine, just relax," she promises.

Sarah walks back into the living room with a mug, which almost tumbles out of her hand when she sees the expression on your face.

"What-" she starts, but Rose holds her hand up.

"Get my purse and tell Wheezie to finish cleaning up, all right?" Rose says calmly, already guiding you toward the door.

Sarah just nods, her eyes moving between the two of you before she rushes back into the kitchen.

"How's the pain?" Rose asks.

"It's going away," you say weakly.

She nods and leads you out to the car, helping you into the passenger seat. She brushes the hair back from your face and gives you an encouraging, calm smile, which is exactly what you need. Sarah comes running out of the house with Rose's purse and dives into the backseat, letting Rose take off quickly.

"I have to..." you trail off, feeling your empty back pocket, "Fuck, I forgot my phone. I have to call-"

"I'll call," Sarah places an encouraging hand on your shoulder, giving you a small squeeze.

"Just relax," Rose says again, "Focus on your breathing and let me know if you need me to pull over or anything."

You nod and take a deep breath, trusting Sarah to call him. You close your eyes and try to stay calm, but the worry that something could be wrong has your nerves going like crazy. You'd been doing everything right; eating what you're supposed to eat, getting exercise, sleeping well, keeping your stress levels down.

As if she can read your mind, Rose quietly says, "I'm sure everything is okay."

You open your eyes and look over at her, giving her a small smile. She can see the worrying going on in your head, so she does her best to keep her own at a minimum so she can encourage you.

"Rafe?" Sarah says from the backseat, then she groans, "No, Kelce, I'm serious. Give the phone back to Rafe. I'm not playing - no, give it back to him! Kelce - it's about Y/N. Something's wrong."

You swallow and suck in another deep breath, focusing on the road ahead and keeping your stress levels to a minimum. After a few seconds, Sarah speaks up again.

"Rafe," she sighs, "Yes, she - I don't know. Some sort of pain, I'm not sure - yeah, we're on our way to the hospital. Yes, I'm staying calm..."

Her voice drops, and just as you hold your hand out for the phone, desperate to hear your voice, Sarah speaks up.

"He wants to talk to you."

You grab the phone and turn it in your hands, pressing it to your ear.

"Rafe," you breathe.

"Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you're feeling," he says. Although he sounds calm, you know him and you know he's trying not to freak out.

You can hear the clubs in his golf bag clanking as he walks, the noise rather fast-paced, and you find comfort in knowing that he's on his way.

"It's just this really weird feeling, some pain in my stomach, I don't know-"

"Okay," he encourages calmly, and you hear a car door slam, "Is it coming and going?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," he repeats, "Just stay calm for me. I'm sure everything is fine. I've been reading about false labor and how you can have what feels like contractions. Does it feel like that?"

You groan, "Rafe. I've never had a contraction before."

His chuckle coming through the phone seems to calm something deep inside of you. He's calm, he's laughing, and of course he would know what the problem is. You smile despite the pain returning in your stomach, which makes Rose smile, too.

"Fair point," he says, "How far are you from the hospital?"

Your eyes do a quick scan of the road as you recognize where you are, "Five minutes."

"Okay, all right. How about we stay on the phone until you get there."

You smile softly, "Okay. It's starting to hurt again."

"Take a deep breath, sweetheart. It's going to pass," he encourages.

You do as he says, letting him listen to you exhale and inhale again. When he starts to speak again, you feel comforted just by the sound of his voice.

"Hey, guess what?"

"What?" you ask absentmindedly, leaning back into the headrest.

"I was kicking Top's ass on the course."

You laugh through your breathing, the pain momentarily escaping you as you listen to Topper protest from the diver's seat.

"He was not!"

"Yeah, I was, baby," Rafe whispers into the phone.

"Y/N," Kelce speaks loud enough that you can hear him, "Top missed, like, three easy putts. Your dad could've kicked his ass."

"Her dad's actually really good," Rafe informs Kelce.

"Yeah, he is," you agree.

Rafe laughs lightly, "How're we looking on arrival, sweetheart?"

"Two minutes, give or take," you tell him.

In your head, you can see him nod and run a hand through his now messy hair, the hair you're sure he's been fidgeting with since the second Sarah called.

You speak again, "How far are you?"

You don't mean for it to come out so vulnerable, but when you hear him exhale into the phone, a sort of sad, wishing he was with you, sigh, you frown.

"Five minutes," he says, then quickly, "Four. Do not wait for me."

"Rafe-"

You start to protest, but Rose pulls into view of the hospital and straight up to the front doors.

"Sarah, park the car," she demands and hops out, rushing around to your side.

Sarah gives you another pat on the shoulder and then gets out, running around to the driver's seat. When Rose pulls open your door, she gives you a wide smile and removes the phone from your hand.

"Come on," she grabs your hand, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder, "Rafe? I'm taking her inside now. I gotta go."

She hangs up before he can protest, which you're sure he will, and hurries you inside. Rose calmly explains to the first person she sees what's happening, and the nurse guides you away from Rose, who isn't permitted to come with you. Rose steps into the waiting area, and just before you're out of an earshot, you hear the voice you'd been dying for. You freeze, letting the nurse think you're having more pain.

"Hi," he's breathless, like he sprinted inside, "Looking for my wife, she just got brought in. She's five-and-a-half months along, having some pain."

You turn around and start walking back up to the front, brushing the nurse off when she attempts to protest. You turn the corner and see him, standing in front of the desk with his messy hair, hat in hand, sunglasses resting in his shirt. He's swallowing, hand patting the countertop repeatedly as he waits for her to locate you.

"Rafe," you say quietly.

His eyes dart up and he finds you instantly, rushing to you with his hands out. He takes ahold of your hands and opens his mouth to speak, then looks to the nurse and quickly figures out what's going on.

"Everything's good," he smiles to you, "Let's just get you checked out, okay, baby?"

You nod to him and he nods to the nurse, silently telling her to lead you both back.

Rafe had been right; Braxton-Hicks contractions being the culprit. Rafe, who apparently had become an expert on all things pregnancy related, had a very intelligent conversation with the doctor about it. He'd exhaled and relaxed the second the doctor announced what it was, but you'd never heard of that before. He explained that you and the baby are both healthy, and there's nothing to worry about.

When he excuses himself, you turn to Rafe and squeeze his hand, finding him to already be looking at you.

"See? Everything's okay. We're doing everything right," he smiles.

You're laid out on the table and Rafe's sitting in the seat beside you, hand still gripping yours as tightly as it had been when he first sat down.

You smile sadly, "Yeah."

"What?" he furrows his eyebrows, questioning your sad expression and the tears in your eyes.

"I didn't want to call you if it was nothing and ruin your birthday, which is exactly what ended up happening, and I'm sorry, Rafe-"

"Baby, no," he stops you immediately, leaning forward and grabbing your other hand as well, "Stop that. You didn't ruin anything. Listen to me."

You meet his eyes, bottom lip jutting out just enough to make his heart break in half. He smiles softly and then continues.

"Finding out that my girl and my baby are both healthy is the best present I could've gotten today, okay? That's all I ever want."

You nod and signal for a kiss, which he gives you. He releases one of your hands and presses it to your bump, stroking softly up and down. You smile, your mind wandering back to Rafe coming into the hospital earlier.

"Rafe," you almost whisper.

"Yeah?"

"You called me your wife," you smile.

"Huh?"

"When you came in here. You called me your wife," you repeat, watching as he remembers.

"Oh," he nods, and you watch his cheeks grow pink, "I - yeah, I did, huh?"

You grin, "Yeah."

His smile matches yours, and he leans in closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Is that okay?" he whispers in your ear.

"It's perfect," you say.

He grins and kisses you once again,  sure that the smile on his face will be permanent as long as he has you.

"We should go tell everyone that everything's okay," you say, sitting up.

"Do you feel up to standing right now?" he asks, not letting go of your hand.

You nod and let Rafe help you off the table, resisting the urge to fall into him and remain in his arms for as long as possible. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"I know how I want to spend the rest of my birthday," he whispers against your skin, "In bed. With lots of fluids. Resting."

"Rafe," you whine, "It's your birthday. Let the boys take you out or something."

"Oh, and a movie. And a nice, balanced meal. Maybe some ice cream later," he continues, as if you'd never spoken.

You roll your eyes playfully and look up at him, finding a smile on his face.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you, too," he replies with a squeeze of your hand, "Come on. We should get you home."

You nod and let him lead you out of the room, knowing that no matter what you say or how you encourage him, you're probably not going to be out of his sight for even a second for the remainder of your pregnancy. Yet, no part of you seems to mind that in the slightest.

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