#so he used to always wear his hair in different ways before loosing his memories.

[waluigisgaybf]

Because i sent the ask before seeing the Dark Urge version of the list, here's the adjusted list: 1, 10, 13 or 7. Also the Durge list doesn't have a hobby question but feel free to answer that one too if you want!

I was legit about to answer the Tav one for my Durge before I saw this second ask 👀

Ive actually kind of thought about these a lot and have small little ideas of what I go with so Im def about to use these to solidify and piece together things for me boy- (and will still answer the hobbies one cause Id already typed it but I’ll put it in the tags cause Im incapable of not using SO many words for things.

1.) What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?

Nalnor is a College of Swords Bard, the subclass just made the most sense for his style cause hes a show offy hacky slashy type of guy- but subclass aside, when Nal was young he probably realized fairly quickly how much joy he got out of telling storys or playing music, almost anything that would wow a crowd or even just a single person.

Part of its because ever since he was a child, before and after the urge took hold- he had this need for approval and acceptance, so seeing that he had the ability to even just trick people into it made him really stick to it- Once the urge began to take even more of a hold and finally became fully who he was- it brought a new element in, the ability to control someone emotions and reactions with just a simple tune brought him a whole new level of excitement, the power his words could have, to lull people into a fall sense of comfort even before killing them- After the loss of memories and tadpole its come back full circle though, he just really loves singing and humming and playing instrument, and he LOVES moving people with his music and making people smile— and it’s debatable if he can even kind of remember or will remember- but the true actual reason he ever even started humming or singing as a child was because his adoptive mother used to sing before the urge made him kill his foster family and it quickly rubbed off on him.

10.) What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the tadpole?

At first he’s really really hesitant and to nervous to fuck with any of it- cause hes already got some weird shit going on in his head- he’s not gonna risk adding anything else, but as “The Dream Guardian” starts showing up more and more- Nalnor slowly kind of starts to trust him and also becomes more desperate to figure out what the fucks going on so he slowly starts using the powers and the tadpole more- once the Astral-touched tadpole is brought up he once again because extremely hesitant because hes literally just figured out who he actually is and who he thinks he wants to be and the thought of becoming even semi Illithid scares the fuck out of him- but the hes slowly realizing it might actually be the only way to make sure his friends hes come to cherish live and are safe- and the fear isnt going away, but hes becoming slowly more tempted to do just to help them all better 😳😳

13.) How does your Dark Urge feel about killing? AND 7.) Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options?

(Imma try do a two in one answer cause they kinda work together lmao)

He did actually get one of the two in game childhood memories- his first actual murder(s) where he’s standing over the body of his foster family.

It was triggered when Heal was cast on him so he definitely was NOT expecting it, and was NOT happy about it 😳 The details are still so foggy but he remembers he had a sibling, and that his parents were kind and sweet, but he remembers their blood on his hands, the absolute confusion he felt when realizing what he’d done and the terrifying speed in which is guilt subsided and turned into excitement and the looks on their faces. It is not a memory he is happy about, and he cant stop wondering how many other friends or family he may have killed.

Ever since he woke up in that pod he’s been horrified of the joy, excitement, and fulfillment killing fills him with, he struggles greatly especially at first to resist, and catches himself in moments where he swears he didnt feel the urge but definitely acted out on it in some way.

The killing scares him because he wants you to do it so bad and because hes scared of whatever part of him seems to be fighting for control.

Slowly after more shits uncovered and he gets to coping more, he feels less scared of killing, hes more confident he can resist letting it consume him, but still feels this small fear from the satisfaction it brings him each time, and is still quietly scared of it sneaking up on him and consuming him because he cant how much of it feels like its because of Baahl in his blood and how much of it is just- who he is.

#LOTS OF WORDS #I LIKE JUST MAKING UP AND BUILDING CHARACTER SHIT #AND ALSO I LIKE WORDS #BUT HERES THE HOBBIES ONES #4.) What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests? #Theres the Obvi music stuff that comes with being a Bard mostly humming or playing instruments to pass the time #He always greatly enjoys coming up with dumb and usually purposefully horrible and while hes drinking #to use later when he feels like being a shit and pushing everyone’s buttons #he likes being an ass with humour and still getting whoever to still smile or get amusement from it. #and not technically a hobby?? but he actually really enjoys and is really good at hair grooming and doing lil hairstyles #He doesnt know where he got this he just kinda realized suddenly he just knew what to do with hair. #Im tempted to decide its cause his mom or someone used to do his hair and showed him how #so he used to always wear his hair in different ways before loosing his memories. #bg3 #My Durge #My Dark Urge #Nalnor #Nalnor Durge #My Tav #technically lmao

[maybankswhore]

BARBIE AND KEN

summary: you force rafe to dress up as ken to match you for the new barbie movie— and he starts feeling himself way too much.

warnings: cursing , a little cringe ( but i can’t resist soft!rafe x reader idc how fanon anyone thinks it is. this is the character development rafe we need in the next season. )

— no ‘barbie!’ movie spoiler!

Wearing his old clothes made him feel different. He had ditched the polo shirts for just plain tees. His hair was buzzed , no longer able to be gelled back in a way that made him spend alot longer looking in the mirror than he’d ever admit.

At first when you told him your idea , asking him if he’d do it with you , he was completely against it. He didn’t have a problem taking you to the movie— but he didn’t know how he felt about dressing up for it.

But the look on your face was too hard to let down and eventually , he cracked. A smile tugging on his lips while he rolled his eyes at you , shaking his head when you clapped happily and pulled out the bag of clothes you had bought for yourself.

“Remember that peach polo you’d always wear?” Your heart glimmered that piece of Rafe’s life. Even if he hadn’t been the most liked , and he seemed like a real big asshole— it was the start of everything and it always held such a big place in your heart. Knowing the boy him , before watching him become the man he was now was touching to you. Especially when you thought about him and how he’d watch you do the same. “I got you the same kind just a different color so it’ll match the dress I bought!”

Your smile took up half your face as you laid it on the bed beside you. Rafe’s face scrunched up at the color , rubbing his temples. “Oh fuck me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. The Rafe I knew two years ago would’ve ate this up and you know it!” Pointing an accusing finger in his direction , you burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh! Your perfect little hairstyle too. It’s time like these when I miss that asshole–esq haircut.” You sighed sadly.

Rafe scoffed as he picked up the shirt to examine it closer. “Please , you loved that haircut.”

“I did.” You giggled and stood up. You wrapped your arms around his neck to catch his attention , flushing at his eyes on you. “We’re gonna be so cute! You’re so Ken , Rafey.” You gushed. There were many things you loved and adored about Rafe , but your favorite was when he’d do whatever you asked— no matter how silly other people would think it was.

Rafe smirked and threw the shirt back on the bed lazily to hold your hips. “I am , aren’t I?”

“You so are.” You agreed , kissing at the apple of his cheeks. “You’re like. . . Polo Ken.”

“Okay I don’t dress like that anymore!” Rafe defended himself with a groan.

Your brain flashed back all the memories you had of him , the earliest ones making your heart flutter at how sweet and innocent things were. It all started with a teenage girl with the biggest crush on the King of Kooks— adorning him from afar until he finally cracked first. The relationship wasn’t always perfect and it had its bumpy moments , but the outcome would always make it worth it. Absentmindedly , your hands trailed up to the back of Rafe’s neck. Your fingers fiddled with his hair , feeling the edges of his buzzcut. You remembered when you’d run your fingers through it after his shower and all the gel would be gone. The loose strands of hair making him boyish and sweet , stripped of that ego and left with just him. “Remember those backwards hats?”

Rafe let out an exasperated noise and dropped his head low at your teasing. “Must you torture me with reminding me of my horrible fashion taste?”

“Mine wasn’t any better.” You laughed at yourself , remembering what you used to wear.

“Well back then , you weren’t wearing alot of clothes around me.” Rafe smirked , wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

Your cheeks burned up as you slapped his chest , backing away. “Anyways—” you huffed whilst he chuckled. “The movie’s in like two hours so I’m going to shower and get ready.”

“Perfect! Me too.” He grinned. Though his smile dropped as you grabbed your things and walked towards the bathroom without him.

“Not in the mood to be peed on today.” You sang towards him and shut the door.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror , smoothing down your hot pink dress. You had done all the works. The hair and makeup with the dress and wedges. You wanted to feel like a real Barbie , and right now— you did. Your smile couldn’t be any bigger and the girlish excitement you felt rumbling in your belly made your skin dance.

“Rafe! You ready?” You yelled out to him. You had decided in the shower that you wanted it to be a surprise. This would be something nostalgic for you , fun. You couldn’t wait to take all the pictures to store in your camera and keep as a sweet keepsake.

It was something you and Rafe were doing all on your own. It wasn’t Midsummers , or a special costume party. It was just a cute memory to make with your boyfriend , and it comforted you. You felt all the emotions in your belly. Your heart was racing and your cheeks were all flushed and you felt like a little girl again , meeting her crush on the first day of school. . . Even if it did feel a bit silly , it was nice.

“Yeah , baby. I’m ready , alright.” Rafe called back to you. He too couldn’t keep his eyes off the mirror. He looked like him , but not the him he was used to anymore. The attire holding onto so many feelings and memories. Some were good , and some weren’t so good. But it didn’t take away the small , innocent grin threatening to reveal itself on his face.

You threw the door open and was immediately filled with glee. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him , looking like the teenage boy you fell in love with. The two of you were only just entering your twenties— but seventeen felt like a lifetime ago now.

You clapped happily at him. Rafe couldn’t help the blush on his face at the feeling of your adornment. And you had looked— so pretty. It wasn’t just the outfit , but how you glowed wearing it. Your shoulders were squared and your face was so bright and Rafe swore he hadn’t seen anyone more beautiful. “Polo Ken is now my new favorite.”

Rafe smiled down at you. His thumb brushed your hair away from your face , and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and press a kiss to your lips softly. The lipstick the last thing on either of your minds. “You look so , so pretty.” He assured you.

“We are real life Barbie and Ken.” You hummed. “I don’t make the rules.”

And you were. Rafe had loved you then , and he only loved you twice as much if that was possible. Sometimes , he felt as though his heart would grow out of his body for you.

It was just you and him in your own little dreamland for now.

And you’d onto that , for now , as long as you could.

#rafe imagine #rafe x you #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe fic #rafe headcanons #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron x you

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 2

For @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“How is this organized, anyway?” asked Daniel.  “It isn't alphabetical.”

Clockwork shuddered.  “The debate about which alphabet to use would be interminable.  No.  The list is arranged from eldest to youngest, with groups being averaged.”

“So, the oldest person is on top and the youngest person is on the bottom.”

“That is correct.”

Daniel hummed and wiped up the last of his syrup up off his plate with the last piece of his pancake.  “This Jasmine person is the youngest person who wants me.  Ick, that sounded wrong somehow.”

“She is the youngest person,” said Clockwork.  He was doing something strange with the plates in the sink.  

“Is she, like, really into plants or flowers or something?”

“Are you really into Daniels?”

“I mean.  I don’t know.  My memory’s been erased and all.  For all I know, my name isn’t even Daniel.  It could be William.  Or David.”  Still, he got the point.  He shook his head.  “Ghosts just picking random names.  What is the world coming to?”

“You could always choose to go by another name,” said Clockwork, mildly.  “You are not trapped in it.”

“I know,” said Daniel.  “I’ll keep it for now, though.  Is, um, is the…”

“Her section of the file is colored teal.”

“Thanks,” said Daniel.  He flipped through.  “These aren’t in the same order, you know.”

“I know,” said Clockwork.  He sounded very put upon.  

“You’re not the one who does the organizing, huh?”

“If only I were.”

Daniel looked over the teal pages.  There wasn’t a lot of information on them.  The name, Jasmine, her height, hair color, eye color, a few lines about interests.  

“Not a lot here.”

“You are meant to form your own opinions,” said Clockwork.  

“Enjoys pushing forward the boundaries of knowledge?” he read from the page.  “Interested in modern psychology and brain surgery?”  He looked up at Clockwork.  “This sounds like mad scientist material.”

“You can always skip her, if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to be fair.  So, uh, let’s go.  Let’s do this.”

“In your pajamas?” 

“Well, it’s not like I have anything else, do I?”

“In fact, you do.  There is a closet in your room upstairs.”

“With clothes that are mine?”

“With clothes in a variety of styles in your size.  They are all new, acquired for this process, although you can keep them afterward.”

“So, no way to figure out my style except for experimentation.  Cool.  Great.  Another mystery to solve.”

“Think of it as an interesting puzzle.  An amusing way to pass the time, whilst you are experiencing the various persons who wish to gain custody of you.”

“Uh huh,” said Daniel, pushing his chair out.  “I’m going to go get changed.  Do I need to pack a bag, too, or what?”

“What, in this case.  Any clothing and toiletries you need will be sent to you.”

Daniel nodded and climbed back up the stairs to ‘his’ room.  There was a closet there that he hadn’t noticed before, across from the bathroom.  He opened the door and started to shift through the different outfits.  

That one was too complicated… ugh, weird texture… too much body exposure… ooh, gothic… but also complicated… nice skirt… robe… kilt?  He prodded at the maybe-kilt a little.  He wasn’t sure that it was a kilt.  Well, whatever.  Jeans.  T-shirt.  Hm.  Tempting, if only for its simplicity.  But maybe he wanted something that vibed with his tail a bit better.  Ooh, Egyptian.  

Eventually, he hit on a combination of loose pants, long shirt, and fringed wrap.  Yeah.  That would look good.  Comfortable.  He took off his pajamas and fluffed his tail.  That did feel good.  He put on the pants, then the shirt, and then discovered he did not have great skills with wraps.  So.  He probably didn’t wear them on a daily basis.  Still, with the help of the bathroom mirror, he managed to get it into a more or less presentable arrangement.  He thought he looked good, anyway, and that was all that mattered.  After all, if they already were getting into fights over custody of him, he didn’t exactly have to dress to impress.  

He went back down the stairs, to where Clockwork was waiting, staff in hand.  “Okay, I’m ready.  How do I look?”

“Dressed,” said Clockwork.  

“Helpful,” said Daniel.  

“I am to please.”

“So… How do we get there?”

“Through this,” said Clockwork.  He held up the staff, and a portal spun off the clock at its top.  Then, he held out a small pocketwatch.  “When you want to return, merely click the button on top.”

“Okay,” said Daniel, taking it and looping it's chain around his neck.  “And… I just go through?  No other tricks?”

“No other tricks.  It is the journey of a single step.”

“Right,” said Daniel.  He took a deep breath and stepped forward.  

The transition between places really was smooth.  One minute, he was in Clockwork's purple kitchen, the next, he was in what looked like a completely normal entryway.  

There was a girl there.  She looked human, and was about half a foot taller than he was.  Her hair was red and her cardigan was the same teal as her paper in the file.  Her eyes, too, were blue.  She… really didn’t look like a ghost at all.  She didn’t particularly look like him, either, except for her skin color.  Unless maybe some of her facial features were similar?  Nose shape, perhaps?  He didn’t really remember what he looked like well enough to say.

But, definitely, what stood out the most about her was the fact that she was a girl.  A teenager.  Not a woman, not really.  She couldn’t be more than a few years older than he was.

“Danny,” she said, jumping out of the chair and starting to smile at him. “Hi, I’m–”  She stopped.  

The girl stared.  Daniel stared back.  

“Danny, what are you wearing?” she asked.  

“Clothing,” he said.  He didn’t think this kind of outfit had any particular name.  At least, if it did, he didn’t know it.

“Oh.”

“And… you’re…”

“Oh!  I’m Jazz!  You… really don’t remember me?”

Daniel shook his head, slowly.  

“Well… They did tell me that would happen…”

“I knew you before?”

“Yes!  Yes.  I… was your mother.  Am your mother!”

“Uh,” said Daniel.  “You’re, like, seventeen.  Eighteen, maximum.”

“Time travel was involved.”

“Time travel.”

“Time travel.  You know how things are in the ghost zone.  You get a natural portal, and then, boom!  You’re fifteen years in the past, or the future!”  She laughed, nervously.  “But I’m here, now!  This version of me.  Who is definitely your mother.”

Daniel realized, then, that just because the memory wipe meant that he couldn’t know what his prior connections were, that didn’t mean that other people couldn’t try to capitalize on them.  Or lie about them.  Or lie about them badly.  

“Time travel,” said Daniel, again.  

“I mean, you’re staying with Clockwork, right?”

“Uh, yeah, so?”

“So, he’s sort of a major player in the time travel scene, right?”

“He is?”  It’d explain the clock theme, at least.  

“He is.”

“Oh.  Cool.”  He still didn’t believe her time travel story, though.  “So, like.  If you were time traveling, who raised me?”

“Your, uh, grandparents.  But they can’t really, uh, do it, anymore.  For reasons.  And I’m back!  In the proper time!   So I want to take care of you now.  And this will start our bonding bonanza!  We can start with a tour of the house!”

What.  She did not just say that.  

“Are they the ones who’re disputing your custody?  Because it is a dispute, right?  That’s what this thing is all about.”

“I mean, um, there are seven groups, right?  Counting me?  So, no, it’s not because of them.”

“Right,” said Daniel.  That didn’t rule them out, though.  Maybe they were the ones at the top of the list.

“So, obviously, this is the entryway… At least, you know, when there’s a door.”

Daniel looked behind him.  There was, indeed, no door.  “What?”

“Something about the rules to these things.  We’re not supposed to leave for the duration.”

“What about food?”

“It’s brought in, the same way you were.  So, over here is the kitchen.”

The kitchen was a long, galley affair, with tile countertops and cute floral backsplashes.  It was much more normal than Clockwork’s, at least in terms of colors.  There was a fridge, a microwave, a toaster, and a dishwasher.  

“Do you know who the other six groups are?”

“I mean… I have a guess about some of them, but I don’t really know.  I’d thought Clockwork would be one of them for sure, but…”

“What, really?”  That, at least, didn’t seem like a lie.  “But he’s the neutral party?”

“Yes,” said Jazz.  “But I thought that the two of you were close.  But maybe it was more along the lines of being, I don’t know, work friends.”

“Huh,” said Daniel.  “I… Okay.”

“Yes.  Okay.  So, the fridge is completely safe, no biological or ectobiological samples stored in it.  Just food.  Normal, edible food.  We’ll do the dishes together, of course.  Cups are in here, dishes, pots and pans–”

“Your profile said you were interested in brain surgery,” said Daniel.  

“Oh, yes, that’s one of the things I’m thinking about studying in college!  Once I get into college.  Which will be soon.”

“So, you don’t have, like, a mad science lab in here where you do brain surgery or something like that?”

The girl stared at him.  “Are… you sure you don’t remember anything?”

This was not a promising question.  “Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re assuming that I have a mad science lab in here.  I’m  a high school senior.”

“Which means it’s weird that you’re here with a house at all.”

She made a face.  “It’s… I had some help getting it.  The house, I mean.  But there’s no mad science lab.  There will never be a mad science lab.  Unless you want a mad science lab.  I could probably make some calls.”

“I don’t want a mad science lab.  Why would I want a mad science lab?”

“I don’t know, to tinker in?  You used to do some, um, tinkering.  Mechanical engineering stuff.”

“That’s more of a garage thing, though, isn’t it?”

“I… don’t know.  You only ever did it in the lab.”

“So, we used to have a mad science lab.”

“That’s– I mean–  No.”

Definitely a lie.  They totally had a lab.  Or, at least, Jazz used to have a lab.  What was going on that they had a lab?  Something sinister, doubtlessly.  

“Did you dissect brains in this lab?”

“No!  Like I said, I’m only a student.  A student that is interested in a lot of things, but right now, my thesis is about Ghost Envy.”

“You’re a high school student with a thesis?”

“I’m a high achiever.  Have to make up for all that time lost time traveling.  You’d think you’d gain time!  But.  Yeah.”  She smiled tightly and nodded.  “Living room next!  We have a, er, one of those consoles.  For video games.  I got it from a friend.”

Daniel let Jazz drag him around the house.  It was kind of nice, except for how nervous she got whenever he probed about his past or her supposed time travel.  He didn’t really feel threatened by her, per se, but the lying… it definitely gave him a bit of, how should he put this, anxiety.  

“And here’s your bedroom, Danny!”

The bedroom was actually really cool.  Unlike the rest of the rooms, it had a very clear, very obvious theme beyond just house people can live in.  The theme was space.  The walls and ceiling were painted with constellations.  There were model rockets on shelves.  The desk had an astrolabe and a small model solar system on it, alongside astronomy books.  There were also some novels, composition notebooks and sketchbooks, alongside a variety of markers, but those were tiny points about the overwhelming amount of space.  Even the decorative throw cushions on the bed had galaxy patterns on them!

Danny… he really liked it.  He guessed he had to admit that, at least, Jazz had known him before, and had known him reasonably well.  Even if she wasn’t his mother.  

She’d also turned around to play with a deadbolt on the door.  

“It locks from the inside, because, well, I figured you’d be a bit nervous, staying with someone you know nothing about, and a lock might make you feel safer.”

She wasn’t wrong about that.  “Hey, speaking of safety, you’re still, like, alive?  Human?”

“Yes?” said Jazz.

“Isn’t it a bit weird, trying to get custody of a ghost?”

“Oh, um, I suppose it’s a bit unusual, but you’re my b– My son.  Definitely my son.  So, it’s worth it.  It doesn’t matter to me if you’re a ghost or a human or– Wait, Clockwork told you, right?”

“Told me… what?”

“That you’re not, you know, a normal ghost.”

“I… he might have said something about that.  About being an unusual kind of ghost.”

“So he didn’t tell you that you’re only half ghost?”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It’s a thing.  You can change back and forth between a human - more human - form, and a ghost form.  Like this.”  She gestured at him.  

Danny stared at her.  “That’s not a thing.”

“It is!  Oh, jeez, I can’t believe Clockwork left it to me to explain.”  She crossed her arms and turned away.  “I don’t know how to explain this.”

“Wait, does that mean my dad is a ghost in this story?  Are you saying that you, as a human, and a ghost–”

“No.  You died.  That sounds terrible.  I mean, you, um.  You sort of died.”

“How did I die that I managed to die only halfway?”

Jazz opened and closed her mouth several times.  “I didn’t witness it–”

“But you know.”

“It was– Do you really want to know?  I mean, regardless, I’m still your– your mom.  And I want to be.  And that kind of thing is really traumatic.”

“What was it?”

She looked like she didn’t want to answer.  Danny poured all his effort into a forceful, expectant stare.  

“It… was a lab accident.”

Silence.  

“Like, um.  A ghost lab.”

More silence.

“Okay,” said Danny.  He bit his lower lip.  “Right.”

“I’ll just leave now,” said Jazz.  “Make yourself at home.  Because it is!”  She stepped out.  

“Yep,” said Danny.  He closed the door and slid home the deadbolt.  Then he put his hand around the pocketwatch, lightly touching the button on top.  “Okay.  I’ll be okay.  I can always leave if she tries to examine my brain, and… I should give her a fair chance.  Right.”

#danny phantom #phic phight

[nanawritesit]

Yeosang Boyfriend Headcanons!

this guy is such a lil sweetie! he was a bit shy to approach you at first 🥺

as i said before in my previous ateez headcanons, yeosang is a big starer. he would legit just stare at you for half an hour and consider it flirting

however once he senses that you’re interested in him as well, his flirt game is turned up to the MAX

he drives you crazy the way he gives you delicate little touches, your heart stops every time he brushes your hair out of your face or pulls a loose thread off your sweater

when you weren’t afraid to flirt back with him, he knew you were the one. the second you started teasing him and giving him a hard time, he was like, “this is it. i need them.”

he’s so fricking observant too. he’ll memorize every little detail about you so he can bring it up in a conversation later

he’s also an impulsive gift giver

“hey remember that one time you said you mentioned that obscure cartoon you used to watch as a kid? well i saw a keychain of it and thought of you, so here you go!”

he tried really hard to wait to ask you out, wanting to give you time to pine over him and create a slow burn, but he just CANT WAIT to make you his.

and he was so tickled when you said yes, he would not stop giggling like a little school girl 🥰

he also knows how adorable you think his laugh and fanged smile is, and will use it against you to make you fall for him even harder

ALRIGHT MOVING ON TO ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP STUFF-

his excellent observance doesn’t end when y’all start dating. even if you just have the slightest change in your breathing pattern, he notices and is like “hey what’s wrong”

he’s the first one to notice when you get a new haircut, knows you’re sick the second he looks at you, adjusts your necklace when it gets turnt around, ties your shoe when the laces come undone…

because he stares so much he knows every little detail of your appearance

the different specks of color in your eyes, all your little moles and freckles, any scars you might have, the way you part your hair, whether or not you’re wearing makeup and what kind…

speaking of which, he dies a little on the inside every time you kiss his birthmark ❤️ he was scared to show you his bare face at first, but you were quick to tell him how beautiful he is (as you should 😤)

yeosang calls his partner “honey,” no i do not take criticism

and in his deep ass voice? ugh i would melt 😭

*when you surprise him at work* “honey! what are you doing here?”

*barging into your apartment* “oh my honey, i brought you your favorite food!”

*coming back in from getting the mail* “hey honey, come look at this new drone i got!”

he may seem all cool and statuesque, but deep down he’s just a big nerd 🤓 he’s always asking you to come to the park with him to fly his drones

makes you help him sort his candies by color 💀

he loves that you never see him as judgmental or picky because of his honest nature. you always take special interest in his opinions, and admire that he’s not afraid to speak his mind

and he does the same for you as well! he thinks so highly of you that he’s always interested in what you have to say about things. he wants to know all of your likes and dislikes :)

you guys tell each other EVERYTHING, there’s not much you guys keep secret from each other 💀

you know all of his memories with the boys, his childhood stories, his most embarrassing moments.. he knows all the drama in your friend group, your family situation, and your deepest secrets

he’s a morning person, so if you’re not then you’ll have to get used to him waking up early and fluttering around the house doing things

(and um i’m not a morning person but hearing his voice get even deeper in the morning would motivate me to wake up 😳)

after a while he gets lonely and starts pestering you to wake up and spend time with him in a pouty voice 🥺

*poking your face and shaking your shoulder* “honeyyyy, it’s almost noon… the day is half over and you haven’t even cuddled me yet…”

he thinks you’re incredibly cute when you’re half asleep and groggy in the morning :)

he ends up threatening to cook you breakfast which makes you LEAP out of bed 💀

consequently, he’s not a big night owl unless he has to be… if you’re one, he ends up converting you to a morning person because he’s so fricking persistent 🤦🏼‍♀️

but for a while if you’re hanging out with him late at night he’ll start nodding off, and when you wake him he’ll go “i wasn’t asleep” 🤡

san and wooyoung will try to call you guys at 9 pm to see if you want to go out to get drinks with them, only to find out that both your phones were shut off, and you were both in your pajamas doing face masks and watching a movie on the couch together, fading in and out of consciousness ❤️

wooyoung once called you his grandparents 💀 y’all know it’s bad if he’s not taking an opportunity to call hongjoong and seonghwa old

caring for the scrapes on his elbows and knees when he falls off his skateboard 🥰

he also desperately wants to teach you how to skateboard if you don’t already know how! he’s so patient and gentle with you, always letting you fall into his arms and catching you when you slip :)

“it’s okay honey, i’ve got you! i know it’s scary, but i promise it’s so fun once you get the hang of it. you’re actually doing really well for your first time!”

you guys will eventually become the cool skater couple that everyone is jealous of 💀

he ALWAYS smells good, and his scent somehow embeds itself in all your clothes and furniture so even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him

when you see him after you’ve been apart for a long time, of course you’ll run up to each other for a bone crushing hug, and as soon as his familiar scent hits you your eyes well with tears

he hates seeing you cry, even if it’s from happiness

*wiping your tears with a reassuring smile* “oh honey, please don’t cry… we’re together now.”

he’s constantly putting your needs before his own, you actually had to sit him down and explain to him that while you love and appreciate his selflessness, he needs to take care of himself more often

he’s not the biggest fan of PDA, but he does enjoy holding hands… he likes walking with you and swinging your interwoven hands back and forth ❤️

you’ll catch him smiling at the sidewalk and ask him what’s up, he just says “i like the way your hand fits in mine.”

yeosang is a big forehead kisser 🥰 it’s his favorite way to show his affection in a sweet and delicate way

he’s so sensitive to your touch… if you just brush your hands over his shoulders and arms, it’s enough to make his heart flutter :)

there are a lot of nights were you guys just lay in bed next to each other and talk about EVERYTHING… it just goes on and on until one of you falls asleep

he never really lashes out on you, no matter how upset he is. before every reaction, his words and actions are carefully chosen and thought over.

he’s also very good at forgiveness. that’s not to say that you can treat him badly, but everyone makes mistakes and he knows that. he has this amazing ability to see things from different perspectives that allows him to forgive you when you slip up

overall, having yeosang as a boyfriend is a blast. he’s so sweet and attentive, and you never run out of things to talk about. and even if you did, he would just make something up to fill the silence! no matter what, you always feel so loved and appreciated with him by your side 🥰

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[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Staying by his Side

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Characters: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: You support Johnny while going through the difficult times of the trial. As time goes by, you feel him drifting more and more away from you. You get to breaking point and confront him, only for him to show a side you never saw before.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

I looked at myself in the mirror as I fiddled with putting on my earrings which I got for a birthday gift. I could sense someone's eyes on me and turned around to see Johnny in the doorway of our bedroom, fixing the cuffs of his suit.

"How do I look?" Johnny sighed walking towards me.

I rarely ever saw him nervous. He was usually the relaxed one in the relationship but this trial showed me a different side of him. A side I felt sorry for. He was everything he usually wasn't. He was anxious, fearful, worried and doubtful.

"Handsome as always" I gave a reassuring smile straightening his tie and brushing off some loose lint on his shoulders.

He gave me a small smile and brought his attention to my ears, instantly noticing them.

"I wish we had a better reason to wear these" Johnny reached up brushing his finger lightly across the pearls.

"Would you help me with this?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. I leaned over to get a simple silver necklace on my dresser and handed it to Johnny.

I turned around and lifted my hair to give better access to my neck. I felt the cold chain touch my neck as he put it around me and played with the latch.

"Thank you" I said quietly feeling the silence in the room.

I knew Johnny had a lot on his mind. I could see him sinking into thought as we got closer to the court date. I really could only see a shell of a man compared to when we first met 15 years ago.

"Johnny, everything will turn out okay" I brought my hand up to his face caressing it.

"The coming weeks are going to be hard but you have me, your family, friends and fans all behind you" I continued wanting to support him any way I could.

"You're right, it won't last forever" He broke into a smile.

I know deep inside me though, the smile was more for me than it was for him.

I reached up and gave him a kiss before one of his assistants knocked on the door and informed us that it was time to make our way to the courthouse.

I looked into his eyes and we both took a deep breath and made our way out of the room to face the start of a long battle.

As the days went by, I felt Johnny wasn't present when we would come back home from a long day. He was drained emotionally and mentally from reliving a lot of the unpleasant memories when it came to his ex.

We would come home, have dinner mostly in silence and then he would disappear until late hours of the night. I wanted to respect his space and give time to himself. But apart of me felt completely disconnected from him. I missed him. Even though he would be right beside me, mentally he wasn't. I felt selfish feeling the way I did. I had no right to think this way especially at this present moment. So I kept my feelings to myself.

My mind would wander to the night everything changed. I had a small dinner to celebrate my birthday at my place. Being surrounded with all my closest friends made the night perfect for me. Johnny being one of them, came bearing a gift and gave me a big hug like usual wishing my a happy birthday. We all sat around the table enjoying delicious food and making sure no glass turned empty. We laughed and reminisced of fun old memories. I looked over at Johnny greatful that he could make it.

"I'm so glad you're here" I beamed leaning over to him so he could hear me over all the loud chatter.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world" He grinned

As the night went on, people said their goodbyes and went home. I closed the front door and came back into the room to only see Johnny left who started stacking the plates and clearing the food from them.

"Oh Johnny don't worry about them. I'll deal with them later" I chuckled seeing how truly sweet he was.

"I'm not leaving you with this. I want to help" He looked up at me and smiled.

We both started clearing the table and bringing everything back into the kitchen. I rinsed the dishes and he placed them in the packed dishwasher.

"I hope you had a good night?" Johnny asked while I handed him the last of the glasses.

"I really did. It meant a lot to me that you could make it" I looked over at him drying my hands on a towel.

"Over the years, you've never missed one of mine and I intent to do the same" He leant against the kitchen counter across from me.

We looked at each other not saying anything. I noticed he was wearing a waistcoat with a navy shirt. His sleeves were rolled up making his tattoos visible.

"I never notice how many tattoos you had" I said leaning over to take a closer look.

He brought his arm closer to me turning it slowly to show me all of them.

"I've gotten so used to them, I don't even pay attention to them anymore" Johnny glanced up at me.

"You don't have any?" He asked bringing the focus on to me.

I blushed instantly knowing what I was going to have to show him.

"I do" I embarrassedly smiled

"I didn't think you would" Johnny smirked raising his eyebrows.

"I was 19, drunk and it was spontaneous" I chuckled turning around and dropping my cardigan off my shoulders to allow him to see a small snake running down the middle of my back.

I could feel his fingers brushed along my skin as he moved my hair to the side. I felt goosebumps raise along my arm from the surprised contact.

"It suits you" I could sense him smiling flirtatiously

I turned around to come to the realization of how close we were. I didn't want to pull away. So I stayed and looked up to see his eyes meet mine.

Johnny and I had always been close. There was moments I thought we could get together but the timing was never right. One of us would be busy with work or would be in relationship. We were always supportive of each other. I had a baby crush on him but I tried to not get in the way of our friendship. I wouldn't have thought he would feel the same way about me.

Up until this very point.

He took my hands into his and brushed his thumbs along my knuckles making me feel instantly at ease.

"You look beautiful tonight" Johnny commented softly his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt myself turning red and glanced away in shyness. Every cell in my body wanted to lean up and kiss him but something was holding me back. I brought my eyes back to his to see him looking at my lips but bringing his eyes back to mine.

I sensed him lean in slowly to me. Before I knew it, I felt his soft lips press against mine. My hand instantly went to his neck feeling the heat come off his skin. His hands went to my hair, tucking it behind my ear. My body felt electric, I felt my face melt into his other hand as he rest it on my jaw.

Even after 4 years, thinking back on that memory, it still stay fresh in my mind.

I woke up at 3am to not feeling a sleeping body next to me. I got up groggily and aimlessly found my dressing gown in the dark, I threw it around me and made my way out of the room. I walked down the hallway to see a dim light coming from the kitchen. I slowly pushed the ajar door further not wanting to startle Johnny. I peeped my head around to see him smoking a cigarette over the kitchen sink blowing the smoke out the open window.

"Can't sleep?" I asked bundling my dressing gown around me and making my way to him.

He glance over taking one last inhale before throwing the end of his cigarette out the window.

"I don't even know what that is anymore" He laughed quietly to himself walking towards me.

He looked down at me wrapping his arms around my waist. I rested my head against his chest closing my eyes and remembering all the happy memories that we made in this very kitchen. The delicious meals and midnight feasts we dug into.

"Come on love, let's try.. What is it called again?" Sleep?" Johnny chuckled.

"Very funny" I smiled securing his hand in mine and leading him out of the kitchen.

The days turned into weeks and suddenly a whole month has gone by in a blink of an eye. Johnny and I had gotten to a point where, to me, it felt like we were living in two different worlds at times.

I would try my best to make his favourite dinners. I would suggest we watch classic movies that he enjoyed to take his mind off things. I even went to buy some of his food that he loves. He would comment on it and try to show some type of appreciation but I knew he just didn't have any interest.

He spend his days in court or in meetings with his legal team. He come home and rarely did we even eat together anymore. He would close his office door and that would be that.

I would knock on his office door hoping he would open it and let me in so we could spend some quality time. But most of the time, he would give me an excuse or explain how busy he was.

I had gotten to the point of cracking. I fell in love with someone who enjoy spending their time with me. Someone who wanted to be in a relationship with me. But it felt that Johnny just was too busy or just didn't care about me like he used to. Some nights while eating dinner alone, I would start crying feeling the emptiness of the house and loneliness consume me completely. I would pull myself together and carry on before Johnny would even notice.

As the court days flickered by, we were coming near the end and tensions were building. The jury was going to give their decision and see how it would be settled.

It was coming to the end, the final week of the trial, tomorrow would be the last day. I heard constant mumbling from outside Johnny's office as I walked past making my way to the kitchen. I went over to the oven and opened the door to check on tonight's dinner. To see it nearly ready, I set the table for myself and decided that maybe tonight Johnny would actually want to have dinner with me. I carefully set his side in hope. I heard the office door opening and the sound of voices getting clearer as everyone made there way out of the room. I peered around the corner to see them making their way to the front door and Johnny saying goodbye.

He turned around and saw me, giving me a weak smile before waving them off and closing the front door behind them.

"I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked.

"It's nearly ready" I added smiling in anticipation.

"Yeah, I will. It smells great" He nodded coming towards me

"Great" I said a little too enthusiastically.

I gestured for him to sit at the set table and starting prepping dinner on to plates. I handed him his plate as he poured two glasses of wine.

We both settled into our dinners with only the sound of cutlery hitting the dishes.

"So how do you feel now that it's nearly over?" I asked taking a sip of my wine.

"Some relief knowing we are near the end. At this point, whatever happens, happens" Johnny said popping some mash potato into his mouth.

I looked down at my plate and suddenly lost all appetite. I felt a lump build up in my throat.

"Is everything okay?" Johnny asked concerned as I continued to look down.

I kept looking at my plate knowing that if I met his eye line, I would start crying. I have gotten to a point where even having dinner with him felt like he was a stranger to me. I felt completely depressed coming to that realization and my stomach was heavy.

I could feel Johnny's stare follow as I left the room. But I didn't care what he thought. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to even consider his feelings at this moment. He trailed behind me as I reached for the tissue box on the counter.

"Excuse me" I mumble trying to hold myself together before dropping my cutlery and getting up, making my way to the kitchen.

I brought the tissue up to my face to stop the tears falling down my cheeks. I clench my jaw to try and stop myself from completely breaking down.

"Y/n" Johnny uttered worryingly taking a few step towards me with open arms.

I put my hand up to stop him from coming any closer. I looked up at him to see his face covered in confusion and concern.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows together.

There was silence for a couple of moments. I need to be able to control my emotion.

"Are you really that oblivious?" I remarked playing with the damp tissue in my hand.

I looked over to see Johnny taken aback.

"I-I know we've been distant the last few weeks but..." Johnny stuttered pushing his hair out of his face.

"Distant is one way to put it" I mumbled pressing my lip together.

"Why do you say that?" He questioned.

I took a deep breath knowing that everything that has been building up the last few weeks would be dished out right now. All my emotions that built up, the pain and loneliness.

"Johnny do you even love me anymore?" I asked sharply looking over at him.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief and I heard him take in a deep inhale. His warm brown eyes were now filled with sorrowfulness. He searched my face while trying to find words.

"For the past month, I have never felt so alone in a relationship. I knew it was going to be hard. But we've always been there for each other even as friends over the years." I expressed crossing my arms.

Johnny stood there in what looked like complete shock.

"Y/n, I'm sor-"

"You're telling me you had no idea?" I interrupted looking at him coldly.

"I tried to support you in every way possible. I would make your favourite dinners, give you massages, stayed up with you all hours in the night to help you with documents." I stated my voice unwavered.

"You know how hard it is to hear about your partner and his ex's sex life? For the whole world to hear your sexting conversations ?" My voice started to break as I raised it. I could not hold back all the emotion that I had pushed down for so long.

Johnny dropped his head down what looked like in shame. Tears rolled down my face again wiping them away with the disintegrating tissue in my hands.

"I love you so much. I give you everything I could to support you. But I can only give so much before I'm left with nothing." I wept.

My head started pounding and I had finally cracked and flooded the room with my sadness. We both stay silence for awhile. Both of us gathering our thoughts.

"I was going to do this when this whole court situation was over with" Johnny muttered.

"What?" I looked confusingly at him not understanding what he was talking about.

He reached his hand out and I looked up at him. I hesitantly took it and he leaned me out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked not understanding what was happening.

We stopped outside his office door and he turned to me.

"You don't understand how sorry I am to ever make you think that I don't love you." Johnny apologized taking both of his hands in mine.

"Looking back, I realised how cold I've acted towards you" He continued.

His eyes would flicker between both of mine. His voice was quiet and soft. I felt his thumbs brush the back of my knuckles like he always does when I need comfort.

"Johnn-"

"No, I need to say this" He cut across me.

"We've been friends for a long time and you always been there for me. Since then, I've fallen madly in love with you. To ever think, I've hurt you in any way makes my heart ache. I've wanted to show how much you mean to me for awhile and I struggled. But something came to my mind and I've been completely engrossed in it. I hope you'll forgive me" Johnny expressed apologetically.

He let go of one of my hands and turned the handle of the door. We walked into his office to see it in an untidy state; documents, files and stacks of paper everywhere.

We weave through the mess until we got to a door at the back of this room which I always assumed was a closet of some sort.

"I hope this explains it" He glanced at me nervously before opening the door.

He opens the door and instantly colour pops out. The walls are covered in sketching and painting in every size and colour. My eyes were overwhelmed visually not being to focus on thing before moving on to the next. I took a few steps and notice the room wasn't big but it was cluttered with paints, inks, varnishes, sketchbooks. Multiple canvas were stack against the walls of his artwork of all different styles. There was a desk but it was covered in papers and paintbrushes, it was a complete mess.

"Oh my god" I mumbled to myself.

The walls were covered in candid photographs of random people on the street. Some were crossing a street, eating ice cream and other random things. They were beautiful and made them special moments.

"Did you take these?" I asked looking over at him with my mouth open from shock.

Johnny stood in the door way still, with his hands behind his back. He looked like a little kid who was shy about showing his schoolwork.

"Y-yeah I did" He nodded giving a small smile.

I turned back around continued to making my way around the room. I grinned instantly seeing photos of me that I didn't realise he had taken. Photos of me cooking, cleaning and even sleeping. The photo had me laying on my stomach with my arms under the pillow hugging it. I looked peaceful and completely unconscious. I felt him come up behind me leaning over resting his head over my shoulder.

"You look so beautiful sleeping. I never get tired looking at you" He smiled affectionately at me.

I brought my hand up and caressed his face resting my head against his.

The more I looked the more photos I found of me. There had to be hundreds of me doing the most mundane activities. I was overwhelmed with how much he loved taken photos of me. I wondered how I was this oblivious to my surroundings.

"How did you take so many photos of me being completely clueless?" I quizzed feeling embarrassed.

"It was hard at the beginning but I would notice when you would go into your little world and day dream and if I was quiet enough you wouldn't even look up" Johnny explained.

In most of the photos, I was smiling mindlessly. It really did show that I was happy in life with Johnny before this whole court thing happened.

I finally turned to face the door way when I noticed a canvas sticking out behind the door sitting in a easel. I pulled the door away to reveal the true size of it and notice that it was me. It was a painting of me reading in the sun. I brought my hand up to my face completely taken back on what I was seeing.

"Johnny" I gasped

I could hear Johnny chuckle lightly behind me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my head.

"You always are so hard on yourself. I wanted to create something that even you could see how beautiful you are." Johnny grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

I had no words. I was completely in shock and I couldn't stop looking at the painting. He put so much detail into it. My sunhat that I wore was exactly the same. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe he did this for me. After everything I said earlier I felt terrible.

"All this time you were working on this?" I asked still in awe.

"Mhmm" He hummed

I continued to stare at it not being able to take my eyes away from it. I turned to face Johnny not knowing what to say. I was entirely caught off guard.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" I gestured at the room

He took a deep inhale and picked up a paintbrush absentmindedly, messing with the hairs of it. He scrunched his mouth up to one side as his mind wandered.

"Um.." He begun, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Well, many people don't know this side of me. It's my safe place where I know I can come here and let my guard down completely" He continued to looked down at the paint brush.

"After everything we've been through, you deserve to see this side of me"

I felt horrible for everything I said. I should have just been open with him the whole time. We would have avoided this whole mess altogether.

I immediately went over to hug him feeling the weight of all the words I said earlier. I was ashamed to ever doubt Johnny. Especially in this period of time where he needs all the support he can get.

"I'm so sorry" I uttered regrettably.

"No, no love" I felt his arms engulf me

"This isn't your fault. It was stupid and selfish of me to just pull away from you all this time"

We stood there holding each other. I realised how much I missed him touching me and being so close to me.

I felt his finger graze the skin on my hip that was just under the hem of my shirt. My skin was sensitive to his delicate touch. After so much distance between us, my body felt at home in his arms.

"How about we make our usual midnight snack?" Johnny offered

I instantly beamed knowing I've missed us, just being us after so long.

"I would love that"

We made our way to the kitchen and we gathered all our usual comfort food such as ice cream, chips, peanut butter, whipped cream and cookies. I sat on the kitchen counter while Johnny stood between my legs and we fed each other like usual.

I fed him a cookie while he picked up the can of whipped cream and squirted some in this mouth with the cookie. I couldn't stop myself from laughing seeing his facial hair covering in splotches of cream.

"Mhmm?" Johnny grinned with a full mouth gesturing at the whip cream can in his hand wanting to offer me some.

I nodded while giggling. I opened my mouth wide and watch as he carefully aimed the cream into my mouth. The cream started building up fast to the point where I was shake my head telling him to stop.

I glanced over to see a cheeky smile on his face as he continued to squeeze the can. I pulled away and push his hand aside to have cream fly all over us as we laughed uncontrollable. Johnny put down the can and we looked at each other. Cream was everywhere, in our hair clothes and faces.

I got my finger and wiped some off his cheek popping the light fluffy substance in my mouth.

"I think you missed a spot" Johnny laughed glancing all around us to the mess.

He leaned in licking the cream off my face moving his way down my neck. Feeling his lips pressed against me made squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. A quiet moan escaped from my mouth as I felt his hot breath spread across my skin.

"I've missed you so much" I breathed feeling his hands travel up my thighs.

"I missed you too baby"

"Seeing you in your little suit for court makes my mind go places" Johnny hummed leaning into my ear.

"What places?"

I bring my hand down to his chest and wrapping my legs around his waist bringing him closer to me.

"Let's just say I've been distracted in court imagining all the ways I could take you while leaving everything on" He teased kissing my lips gently.

I felt his harden crotch against mine. I wiggles my hips wanting to tease him. His eyes were filled with irresistible desire. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

Our lips pressed together eagerly and I felt him deepen the kiss. His tongue moved against mine. I brought my hands to his shirt and fumbled with the buttons impatiently wanting to feel his skin against mine.

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and we broke our kiss for a moment while he pulled it over my head, throwing it on the kitchen floor.

"I've missed this body so much" Johnny held my waist kissing all the way from shoulders to the top of my breasts.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his soft hands on my back. His warm lips pressing against sensitive spots on my body.

I opened my eyes to the sounds of objects hitting the floor. I looked over to see Johnny pushing the snacks off the kitchen counter.

"We can deal with that later" Johnny smirked

I laid my back across the cold marble countertop feeling goosebumps travel along my skin. Johnny kissed down my stomach 'til he got to my jeans where he undid the fastener and pulled them down. I raised my hips wanting them off me as fast as possible.

I gazed down to see him kissing my upper thighs making his way slowly to my underwear. My core was pulsing. My hands went to his hair.

"Please Johnny, you're killing me here" I whined easing my hips up trying to get him closer.

"Mhmm, what do you want love?" He teased pulling away slightly from my covered pussy.

"I want you to eat my out Johnny" I whimpered

"I think someone needs to say please" He looked up with his deep brown sexy eyes.

"Please, can you eat me out?" I was begging at this point.

"With pleasure" Johnny purred with his soft velvet voice.

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[cyberkitty1]

Black Musician Reader

about a year and a half after your break up with miles you decided to focus on yourself and your career. making a plethora of songs and being openers for big artist’s.

your living your dream life; moving out of your apartment and getting a house, nothing too bug just something to fit you and your 2 dogs, working out to look better snd feel better about yourself and starting on the journey to better your mental health.

your manager and team have finally decided its time for you to have your first concert. you got to choose where it would be.

you were nervous and excited! these is a new chapter in your life sure you’ve done openers but your very own concert?? this is crazy.

brushing iff your outfit and fixing your hair hair one last time before you step out on stage. the moment you made your way to the middle the lights were blinding but once your eyes got used to it you could see everyone.

cheering your name with signs and pictures it was surreal. you were performing your very last song when you see him. you see him but he looks different, he’s not wearing his puffer or his messed up jordans. he’s wearing a sweater?? and a whole outfit.

you cant ignore the feeling of want and missing him. its been almost 2 years ; he’s always been in the back of your mind you couldn’t deny it and those last words he told you. that he wanted to change for you. did he really change? for you? really?

the concert came to an end it was a success. people gave you gifts and flowers you loved it all. just then someone knocked on your dressing room door.

“come in!” you calm in a loving tone before spinning your chair to see who it is. you were shocked to say the least.

it was miles standing with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers. you felt your heart melt a bit. “miles” he gives you an awkward smile “hey” he says scratching his neck”

“why are you here miles” you say standing keeping your hands at your sides in fists. you were nervous, so so nervous. he messed with his necklace. “remember when we broke up? i told you i would change and treat you better”

he walked toward you giving you the flowers. “ and im here to do just that” he say’s confidently. “miles-“ “no wait i went to therapy i got into a college i have a better relationship with my family, i don’t spray paint walls anymore i, i changed because i love you and i want you to give me another chance, please?”

you stare at him, you’ve missed him so much and the fact that he changed just for you? so he wouldn’t loose you? thats how much he loved you he was proving it to you, just like he said.

you missed him, the moment you broke up with him you wanted him back, you couldn’t just forget all the memories you made with him. there was no way it was going to happen.

“miles, are you being serious?” your eyes filled with tears. he felt anxious he knew how things ended and he knew what he did wrong.

you couldn’t help but let them fall as you give him a hug. he changed himself so he could be with you again? you expected him to just move on by now.

“im sorry about how we left everything, i know i could have been better to you, you didn’t deserve it. can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” he asks speaking into your hair as he hoods you tighter. “ of course miles ive missed you so much” you say through tears.

“ im so sorry for how i treated you, te amo mucho mami” he says wiping your tears. “ please dont do that again, if you need space ill give you space just talk to me, you cant just leave” you day beginning to get agitated.“ i will, i will. forgive me my love”

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[twogyuu]

Feu D'Artifice

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (ft. Chan and Mingyu)

Synopsis: "The Robin Hood of street racing," Chan liked to call him. You had laughed in your friend's face when he first told you about Vernon, but when you actually met him, you couldn't help but be curious about what was behind that stoic façade and his rusted Toyota Celica.

Please note this particular fic focuses on another moment in time after Vernon and OC have met!

Genre: I'm not sure what to label this? Fluff? 😬 Hints of crack, the ending hints at angst. S2L, mild idiots-to-lovers, streetracer!Vernon, mechanic!reader, mechanic!Mingyu, streetracer! Chan, implied antagonist!Baekho

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, mild themes of misogyny, mildly suggestive(?) - they just kiss . . . also contains inaccuracies about cars and street racing (all I know is that it's illegal - kids please do not do illegal things okay? Y'all know better)

WC: ~4.2K

Permanent taglist: @sleeplessdawn @woozarts @wonuziex @sadkidwarexpert @rockwidthyou @jeonghanniehae95 @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: I write like I'm a frequent club goer lol, but promise I've only gone twice 😅 Let alone to one of those basement parties. Partially inspired by the 'Anyone' special choreography, partially inspired by Baekho's 'Festival In My Car' (yet I made the man the antagonist smh 😅). this is probably one of my favorite pieces in a while 😊 Some day, I'll flesh out this whole story of streetracer!Vernon, but for now, have this - I was too excited and deep in my Vernon feels and wanted to share it with you all. @aceofvernons LOOK AWAY - I'm inconsistent with my biases. . . wbk 😞✊🏻

A purple neon light that once boldly stated ‘Joshua’s,’ flickered pitifully overhead– it was probably on its last few batteries. The wooden door to the parlor was seemingly intimidating despite how ordinary and beat up it looked; there was even a dent in the bottom right corner. One would think that a club this popular among street racers there would be a line snaking out the door and wrapping around the building. Yet, the streets were eerily empty, sans a few hobos making their way across the empty field across from the rundown brick buildings. The pebbled and broken pavement were damp from the sleet earlier today. There was an icy bite in the evening air that seemed to seep into every opening of his clothing and settle into his skin. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, Vernon tucked his hands into the depths of his leather jacket, letting the cold air pierce his lungs as he tried to collect himself before knocking in code against the door as you had instructed. The memory of you leaning against his car with that grease-stained jumpsuit wrapped around your body and your arms folded across your chest was fresh in his mind. He remembered the way you had leaned over, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, your sweet voice telling him, “It’s morse code for speed.” Your hands were already knocking softly against the metal of the hood of his car. 

Vernon did not like to “go out” and “party” like other street racers. He did his duty on the streets, won his money, and went home. It was his routine and it was the promise he made himself. He vowed never to get involved in the social aspect of street racing. His mentor, Sohee, had told him, “that’s how you lose yourself in the game.” 

Yet here he was, plain and in fact, he had come to the club for a girl. 

Vernon didn’t like to be cliche, but he did honestly, think you weren’t just any girl. 

You were different. You didn’t wear tiny skirts and shirts that barely covered your chest to the race tracks (sans the first night that you let Chan dress you so ill-tastefully). You opted for heavy boots and jeans instead; a bandana always donned your head to hold loose strands of hair back. You didn’t ask for attention from anyone, yet you still had an aura about you that commanded every street race you entered – no one dared question your expertise on their car (except for Vernon). You challenged authority (read: Baekho) and took shit from no one. More often than not, it has put you on people’s shit list – nonetheless, it didn’t seem to bother you. 

To put it simply, Vernon’s interest was piqued and he knew if he wanted to know more about you, he’d have to go further than the race course to learn more.

“Vernon?” one of the bouncers said aghast, surprised to see the street racer at the club. His colleague slapped his shoulder, shooting him a warning look for letting Vernon’s name slip before he could think. 

Vernon scanned the bouncers up and down. They looked vaguely familiar; probably another set of boys from the races that he didn’t know well, nor did he necessarily care to know well. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes lingered across the room: like the streets outside, it was also eerily empty. There was a short counter in the corner with a few bottles of alcohol lining the dusty shelves and two round and worn wooden tables in the center, a set of cards splayed in a game on one of them. 

“The club?” Vernon turned back to them and asked simply. 

“Shh!” the taller one hushed him, eyes wide. He ushered Vernon inside, while his friend secured the door. Vernon complied, wrinkling his brows together in confusion. 

“You can’t just speak so openly about it,” he noted, “There are several of us down there – if the cops found out we’re all gathered in one place, easy bust.”

Vernon hummed in understanding. “Sorry – first time.”

The two friends exchanged looks; the shorter one widening his eyes and gesturing to the taller one to take him back. The latter shook his head silently; Vernon noted the sweat that broke out on his forehead. They seemed to be in a silent argument, oblivious to the fact that Vernon could see their struggle clearly despite the lack of words. 

“Look, if it’s a problem that I’m here –”

“It’s fine, really,” the shorter one chuckled. He shot a glare at the taller one before flickering back to Vernon, a grin on his face. “I-I’ll take you down.”

“Alright,” Vernon shrugged. 

Vernon followed him, pushing past the drapes that shielded the backroom that appeared to be some combination of a kitchen that was transformed into a storage room. Clearly, it hadn’t been used properly for the last couple of years as the stainless steel tables were stacked with boxes that had a few rusty car parts in it. The white deep porcelain sink was also stained brown – lord knows what has been poured down that drain. 

“Coming?” the bouncer called. 

Vernon looked up to see him holding open a door. He cocked his head to the side, noting how it was eerily dark beyond the threshold. Vernon could make out a few clinks of glass bottles and there was an echo of loud laughter, but nothing else: there was no bass of the music and no shrieks of joy.

Was this truly a club? Or had you set him up to be murdered?

He straightened his posture – he had to be on guard in case anything goes wrong. Vernon noted the newspaper covered windows and the door bolted shut in the opposite corner, presuming the way the slight wind whistled through it, it led outside as well. 

“Well?” the bouncer urged, getting annoyed. “We don’t have all night.”

Silently, Vernon walked over and followed him down. Darkness surrounded them immediately as the door slammed shut; the only source of light was the flashing green and blue hues pooling at the bottom of the stairwell. Vernon paused momentarily, letting his eyes adjust before descending down the rickety stairs. He felt himself calm as he could feel the faint thump of a rhythmic drum vibrating underneath him. 

When their feet landed on the cement, just yards away from the steeled entrance of the party, Vernon could already feel the various eyes of the people loitering outside on him. Bottles of beer stopped abruptly at their lips. Cigarettes placed between teeth but went unlit. The eyes of skimpily dressed women with too much eyeshadow on their lids lingered from their dates to the chestnut-haired man. 

Vernon paid no mind though – he was here for you and you only. 

“Right in there,” the short man pointed at a metal door. It was cracked open a notch. “Party ends at 2AM. Don’t get into fights and have fun.”

With that, he left Vernon alone, marching back up the stairs. 

Sucking in another sharp breath, he tugged at the hem of his leather jacket before marching inside. Immediately, he was met with a crowd of people. Some sort of alcoholic drink in hand, they danced and jumped to the beat of fast bass, ignoring the way the gold color liquid sloshed out of the bottles and red cups and dripped onto the cement floor. 

How was he supposed to find you amidst this?

“She doesn’t dance, but you’ll find her there somewhere. She’s always looking for ways to make money,” Vernon remembered Mingyu remarking.

The bar. 

Walking along the edges of the dance floor, he kept his eyes peeled for you and any signs of a counter filled with liquor. He pushed past sweaty bodies grinding against one another and brushed off the manicured hands that landed on his biceps in an attempt to seduce him. He recognized several familiar faces amidst the crowds. Stella who wore different colored wigs to every race. Minhyun, the pretty boy who refereed the start and finish of each race. Cindy, Baekho’s younger sister who came rather infrequently to races, but she was hard to miss decked out in flashy designer outfits each time. Wonwoo, the fox-eyed and stoic man, who never talked much, but he was neither friend nor foe. 

“Chwe!” Vernon heard a familiar voice call after him amidst the noise. He spun around to find Mingyu, the handsome, 187cm-man hard to miss, waving at him from afar. He was leaning against a counter, an amber-colored drink in his hand, and Chan sitting in a bar stool next to him. 

Vernon nodded in reply and made his way over, weaving through the crowd. 

Chan sniggered playfully, clapping Vernon’s shoulder. “Glad you could make it,” he shot Mingyu a sly look, “Though I assume it wasn’t for us.”

“Nah,” Vernon jokingly punched the younger’s shoulder, “You tweakin’.”

“Are we?” Mingyu closed one eye as if he was trying to match a target. He tipped his bottle towards Vernon, “Or are you?”

Vernon shook his head and looked away at your friends’ accusation; nonetheless, a grin growing on his lips at the hints of you being around. 

“Where is she?” Vernon relented. 

“And he indirectly admits it!” Chan raised his hands over his head in triumph.  

Mingyu smiled into the tip of his bottle. He was silent, but the direction he was looking said it all. Vernon followed his line of sight to find you wiping down the opposite counter after a few guests had left to rejoin the party. Despite the rather plain outfit of jeans and a black t-shirt you had on compared to the others here, Vernon thought you looked pretty. 

“Hi,” Vernon greeted you simply as he made his way over. He settled into the empty bar stool directly in front of you and leaned over the counter so you could better hear him. 

You looked up from your line of cups. He noted the way you tried to keep a straight face, but failed when the right corner of your lips twitched up into a suppressed smile. 

“You made it,” you noted, trying to feign cool. 

He shrugged playfully. “Yeah, I’m here.”

You nodded, dipping your chin into your chest, gripping the ledge to prevent you from keeling over. You couldn’t stand looking at him for much longer, your knees growing weak, and you weren’t sure why. It’s not like he looked any different than he did from the races. He still wore his beat up red and black leather jacket with the black t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His hair was perfectly messy – unstyled, yet still stylish. 

It was just Vernon. 

But why did he make you queasy and dizzy all of a sudden. 

“What do you wanna drink?” you asked. 

“What do you have?” he asked in return. 

“Beer, tequila, vodka, and Sprite,” you rattled off, “Ran out of diet Coke – our options are limited, on a budget.”

“Is it on-the-house?” Vernon replied. 

You cocked a curious eyebrow at him. 

“I could repay you in other ways.”

You chuckled at his attempt to flirt and waved him off. You opted for a Sprite for him, remember Chan saying something about Vernon not being the type to drink a lot. You scooped ice and sprayed the drink from the fountain into a red solo cup and slid it over to him. 

“Seduction is not a pretty color on you,” you teased, before turning around to rearrange a few items on the metallic counter behind you. 

“Oh c’mon,” he sipped on the fizzy drink, “That’s not what I meant.”

You threw him a look over your shoulder. “Oh yeah? Then what?”

“Dance with me.”

You turned around and leaned back, arms folded over your chest. “I’m working.”

“Ask Mingyu to cover for you like you did for him.”

“You dance?”

He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but he felt like liquid courage was coursing through his veins. The adrenaline of seeing you again made him feel bold and willing to try things he wouldn’t normally do. 

“Here and there,” Vernon lied. He tilted his head coyly. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Nonetheless, Vernon could tell from the way you squirmed in your spot, he gave you an offer you couldn’t deny. He noted the way your eyes flickered over to your colleague resting on a white plastic bucket in the corner and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. You played with the hem of your navy blue apron wrapped around your waist, your fingers dancing along the loose tie. One pull and it’d come off, and you’d be his for the night. 

“You didn’t invite me just so I could watch you work, did you?” Vernon tried when you didn’t answer. 

“And if I did?” 

You weren’t the jealous type – Vernon knew teasing you with the idea of dancing with other people wouldn’t bug you at all. If anything, it’d only deter you further, regretting inviting him out in the first place, and worse, perhaps never getting a chance to see you again. If he was honest, however . . .

“I’d have no reason to be here then,” he gave you one last soft smile and pushed himself off the bar stool. His heart beat erratically in his chest, his mind raced at all the possible outcomes of this tease. This was bold for him. Vernon didn’t flirt like this. He wasn’t the dauntless type, he didn’t play games with women – let alone anyone. 

It wasn’t him, yet simultaneously it was. 

If you weren’t going to keep him company, he wasn’t going to do the same for you either. 

As he took his first step away, you came rushing to his side, hands wrapping around his forearm to stop him. He looked over, peering into your eyes, wondering if you could see the precariousness in his own right now. 

“F-fine,” you stammered. With one pull of the loose string behind you, the apron became undone. You let go of him to catch the falling garment. “I-I’ll dance with you, just . . . give me a second.”

Your gaze lingered on him a second too long as you returned behind the counter and walked in the direction of your co-worker. Anyone could tell, you were nervous that the chestnut-haired boy would slip out of your grasp between now and the time you went back to him. You whispered something to your friend who shot you a sly smile when you finished before looking over at Vernon again. She nodded and ushered you to go on. Your eyes remained trained on him, the world surrounding you melting alway. It was only him and you. The crowd behind him blurred together into a colorful swirl, while the blue and green lights danced across his untainted skin. Mingyu’s and Chan’s whoops fell on deaf ears; you could only hear a ringing and your controlled breathing.

“Ready?” Vernon extended a hand towards you, dragging you out of your daze. The music grew louder again. You couldn’t help, but notice the envious eyes of the few women and men loitering behind him – and it’s as if he knew. “Eyes on me.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped your sweaty palms down your jeans before placing your fingers on his palm. He was quick to fold his fingers over yours, giving you one last reassuring squeeze and a lop-sided grin. Your gaze fell on your intertwined hands, his skin feeling cool against your hot ones. You wondered if he could see through your quiet facade, that inside your chest, it felt like the excitement of when you were little and someone lit a sparkler for you. The flames crackled in front of you, the naive belief that the sparkler would continue forever. A quiet moment passed between the two of you as you let all of it sink in. 

Without a warning, Vernon tugged you onto the dance floor, the two of you being swallowed by the hoard of people. The rough sequin of someone’s dress scratched your arm, another set of dark-painted seductive eyes shot a wink in Vernon’s direction, someone’s hands skimmed across your forearm almost as if to stop you from going further. Amidst all the chaos, neither of you minded it, however. 

Vernon was here for you, and you were here for him tonight. 

Somewhere along the way, Vernon came to a stop. He had assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor and despite his best efforts to find clearing and some space where you could be comfortable, your sneakers were still toe-to-toe with one another. You peered up at him innocently, waiting for him to make a move, place his hands around your waist, spin you around and pin you flush to his back, or heck, kiss you even – but none of it ever came. He stood stiff as a sim character.

“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” you asked softly. He could hardly hear you. 

“May have fibbed a little to get you to come out from behind that counter,” Vernon chortled.

A playful smile spreading across your face, your hands slinked up his forearms until you hit his elbows. You tugged them close towards your waist, then wrapping your hands around his rough fingers and gently setting them on your sides, as if to silently tell him it was okay to touch you. It was as if some other song other than the hype music was playing and you started slowly stepping side to side, wrapping your arms around his neck. Vernon planted his forehead on yours, watching the electricity spark in your eyes while the blue hues of the club engulfed you. Your lips were merely inches from each other – he could smell the spearmint gum you always chewed on your breath. Your breath hitched at the way he looked at you so intensely, yet with so much adoration. You hardly knew a thing about one another, but the way his eyes bore into yours felt as if you spent a whole century together. 

Perhaps if it was possible, the sparklers in this lifetime with him would shimmer in the dark forever.

During street races, while waiting for a pair to finish their course, you always watched your surroundings out of boredom, waiting on the hood of Chan’s car with your red toolbox right beside you. When the crowd had thinned, half still at the start, the other half at the finish, everyone was always off doing their own thing to preoccupy themselves, including one another. 

You didn’t like to think of yourself as “the other girl,” but felt like you were at these races. Spectators came with their faces caked with the latest Dior foundation and their lips painted with the classic shades of YSL lipstick. Your scuffed up steel-toed shoes were no match for their stilettos and thigh high boots. Not to mention, you were severely underdressed in your grease-stained jumpsuit that hung around your waist. The people here commanded attention and as suffocating as it was to you, they definitely got it. 

You’ve seen them in the alleys of buildings. Their bare backs pressed up against the rough, cracked brick walls, a low-tier racer who had chosen them as prey for the night had their hands perched above their head, whispering sweet nothings into their ear before stealing kisses from their pouts. Sometimes, they would disappear into the night and not be seen until the next race, nestled in their new lover's arms. 

Never in a hundred years did you think you’d find yourself in the same compromising position with Vernon, out of all people, tucked away in the dimly lit hallway of the club basement. His leather jacket was shrouded over your shoulders because you had complained about feeling cold earlier. He stood in front of you, leaning over on his forearm placed on the wall behind, chuckling as the two of you exchanged quiet words – they were nothing deep, nothing particularly sweet either, but he made your chest bubble in ways you didn’t know it could. Every time he let out that low chuckle that managed to seep through his sealed lips, his hazel eyes curving into crescents, you couldn't help but giggle in return.

Part of you hoped the vomit-green wall behind you would open up a portal and swallow you whole, unsure if your fragile heart could take all of this affection. You felt silly for being so love-drunk; it’s not like you grinded on him on the dance floor or took love shots when Chan and Mingyu urged the both of you to. Heck, Vernon hadn’t done anything more than placing his hands on your waist. Yet here you were, giddy like a teenager holding hands with their crush for the first time. 

It was embarrassing.

The other part of you wanted to stay and see where this would go. Would you ever know his life beyond the four walls of his beat-up, gray 2002 Toyota Celica? Neither of you were drunk and you were both well-aware of your decisions tonight, though perhaps blind to the consequences to come. It was never said, but you knew you both were curious about this, whatever it was between the two of you. The light teases, the off-beat slow dance to the fast-paced song, the shared giggles for no reason whenever you caught one another’s eyes, the stupid stories made up while people-watching, this cliche moment right now – selfishly, you wanted it all.

“This is a stupid question,” Vernon mumbled, he fiddled with the zipper of his leather jacket, flipping it up and down in hopes of the cool metal would calm his nerves. His eyes flickered back up to you. “But, um,” he let out a breathy chortle. His expression didn’t quite match his laugh though – he looked rather confused as he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Can I . . . can I kiss you?”

Unconsciously, you drew your lips in between your teeth and peered up at him innocently, heat coloring your cheeks. The cold seeping through the basement window behind you was not enough to cool your hot skin. All you could hear was your own blood rushing in your ears and suddenly, he seemed like he was too far from you - you were scared. 

Pressing his lips into a tightline he shook his head in embarrassment. “It’s too soon – I shouldn’t have, sorry,” he pushed himself off the wall. He lifted his foot off the ground, ready to take a step backwards to give you space. 

Before you could stop yourself, your hand shot out and grabbed onto the front of his black t-shirt to stop him from moving away. You took him by surprise at your eagerness, noting the way you tugged at the fabric, not caring that you were stretching out the cotton. 

“Um,” he hummed as he settled back into his position close to you. 

“You can,” you finally answered his question breathlessly. 

He nodded once and planted his palms on either side of your face, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated after him. 

Your heart was beating out of control at this point. If you were to faint in his arms right here, you wouldn’t be surprised. You stared at him, eyes wide, your gaze lingered across the sharps and curves of his features, noting every lash to the divots of his acne scars on his cheeks from puberty to the slight bump in his nose bridge. Your eyes finally landed on his pink lips, now glossy after he’d swipe his tongue over it. 

“Um . . .” you hesitated, when he hadn’t made a move yet. Were you doing something wrong?

“S-sorry, I just don’t usually do these kinds of things,” Vernon stumbled. 

You let out an equally nervous chuckle, “Same.”

“I just,” he dipped his head in to move closer, the tip of his nose bumping ever so slightly into yours, “Go for it,” he inhaled deeply, “Right?”

You blinked a few times, finally opting to let your lids fall shut and inhaled just as deeply. “Right.”

“Okay,” you heard him mumble. He must’ve moved in even closer now as you could feel the vibration of his words against your skin. You could feel the tickle of his lips grazing against yours, the slightest hesitation in his breathing to move in and seal the kiss. Contrary to your own, his eyes were still peeled open, looking for any signs of uncertainty and that you didn’t want this anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he found that you seemed rather impatient for this kiss to happen. He noted the way your shoulders were stiff, hands squeezed by your side and your fists balled up in anticipation. There was a small droop in the space between your brows as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. 

“Cute,” was the last word you heard him say before he pressed his lips against yours. 

It was no longer the sensation of sparklers that shone in the dark in the visions behind your closed eyelids and tingled up and down your skin, but rather fireworks. There was a zap in your lips, satisfied but hungry for more. Though his thumbs gently brushed against your cheeks, each touch felt like 100 joules electrifying your skin. It burned, but it was euphoric.

However, with every evening of celebratory fireworks, came a hazy morning filled with residual smoke.

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[house-of-slayterr]

Rorschach's Journal: Ink Blot Meet Cute Pt. 2

Tag: @rorschach-thumbtack

Tw: Gore and suicide

Rorschach's POV:

The streets were stained with blood... his blood. The comedian was dead. Edward Blake. an old friend, was reduced to nothing more than a memory, blasted in the headlines. Many people had wanted him dead, that was certain. The list would be exhausting, but at least I had a lead, I had the kid.

There was always a chance they were lying to me, trying to save their skin. But I'd witnessed Eddie mow down a pregnant woman in his anger, there was no way they could have taken him, not alone at least. I'd be looking at a very different blood stain if that was the case.

I adjusted my trench coat, pulling it closer to my body. As I lept down from the roof, I heard some footsteps in the ally behind me. But I knew those footsteps anywhere, his costume was distinct in both look and sound. Nite Owl.

"What are you doing here Rorschach?" Dan's voice came out distorted behind his mask.

"Assuring we arent next on the hit list. You may have moved on, but despite his faults, Eddie deserves better."

"There was no foul play."

"You don't know that. Leave me to do what needs to be done Daniel, I won't ask you again."

Daniel sighed heavily.

"At least tell me why you're watching some girl's apartment."

I groaned, my eye twitching behind my mask, before finally turning to address my friend.

"They are not, 'some girl' Nite Owl, they are integral to my investigation."

"Well do they know this?"

"Yes, I- we have a date."

"Surprised you a get a date when you never take off that mask." He jeered.

"You know what I meant. They have the information I need, I decided to get it the none-lethal way this time. No point in snuffing out a flame that has potential."

"So she's a flame now?"

I groaned once more. Why is it that he always took pleasure in misinterpreting my words?

"And what about Silk Spectre? Is she just a flame to you?" I dodged his question with my own.

"It's not like that."

"Have fun explaining that to Dr Mannhatten. You know how reasonable he is." I dared.

He shifted awkwardly. I looked back up toward the apartment. It was in a bad spot of town, though I suppose there weren't many good places left to live in this city. Their light was now on in the window. Up on the tenth floor, foolishly thinking they're hidden from any wandering eyes.

They were changing, we could both see it clear as day... well, night. But luckily it was only in silhouette. I had the wear with all to look away, but it seems Dan needed a gentle reminder in privity. I slapped him across the face, gaining his attention.

"I do hope you treat Spectre with more care than that." I scolded.

He chuckled awkwardly.

"Always the gentleman."

An inside joke, The kind you only get when you spend years hanging around the same miscreants. Nite Owl began to walk away but gave one closing statement.

"Let me know how your loose end ties up."

I made my way up several flights of stairs. I had to do this the proper way, callous and quick methods were not proper protocol in this instance. I took a breath before knocking on their door.

"Just a minute!" They called.

I adjusted my collar, as well as fixed my mask. I heard several bolts unlock.

"Smart," I thought.

They opened the door with haste, their hair dropped lazily in front of their face, blocking half of it from view.

"Your early,"

It seemed less of a question.

"Early is on-time in my line of work."

A small smirk broke on their face, as they brushed the hair from their eyes finally.

"Please, come in"

They stepped aside, allowing me to enter. They quickly shut the door, locking each bolt behind us. I watched as they walked into their kitchen.

"Tea? Water?"

I smirked under my mask. How charming. But I could see through their rouse.

"You aren't going to see my face if that's what you're after. Very few people who have are still breathing."

“That wasn’t what I- forget it. I’ll drop the hospitality bit. Photos and tapes are on the table. Anything else I can fill you in verbally from what I remember.”

It was curious, they had no interest in knowing who I was, unlike so many people before them. They poured some tea for themselves and came to stand beside the couch. I watched them carefully.

“This is everything?”

“Yeah, couldn’t get any close ups obviously. Can’t afford the best equipment either.”

I frowned. It was good work for what they had to work with. I couldn’t definitely use these.

“Look, I’m glad you came to me Kid.”

“Correction, you came to me, if we’re talking technicalities. And I thought we agreed you’d stop calling me that.”

I chuckled slightly. They really were odd. Most people were terrified in my presence. I shrugged. They sipped they’re tea carefully.

“I think he knew he was going to die.” They spoke softly, almost like they were scared to say it to loud.

“What do you mean?”

They sighed, finally sitting on the couch next to me:

“I’ve been following him for weeks. But that day, at the dinner, he acted different. He was still a dick, but he actually apologised to the waitress that day. He sold a bunch of shit at the pawn shop down the street. He didn’t even bother to lock the door when he want home. Whoever attacked him, he knew they were coming.”

They had keen observation skills. More than I gave them credit for. I heard a strangled breath leave their throat.

“God, I should have stopped it. All the sighs were there I just didn’t want to read them. He’d still be alive if I just-“

I cut them off, placing my hand over their mouth. A little harsh, but I wasn’t the best at calming people down.

“This wasn’t your fault. Edward made a lot of enemies, it was bound to happen eventually… to any of us.”

“But it is fair Rory, none of this is fair.”

“Rory?” I questioned.

They pulled back, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry, your full names kind of a mouthful.”

“Nobodies ever given me a nickname before. You know, other than the usual Psycho, Crazy Dick…”

They laughed, a bright and cheerful laugh. No sign of pity in it. It sounded nice. Like the only source of joy in this cold, stoic place. They couldn’t see me smile, and I don’t know if I was half about that or not. I couldn’t risk being vulnerable, not now, not ever.

“I don’t think I stated it, but I really am sorry for your loss. I may have hated the guy, so did half the world; but he was your friend. Asshole it not he didn’t deserve to go out the way he did.”

It was cute really, their attempt to comfort me. I patted their back lightly.

“Thanks.”

Suddenly the phone ring, and I swore I saw them jump out of their skin. Some hot tea spilt onto their thigh and they hissed. I watched them stumble over thee couch and run toward the phone.

“Hello?” They asked.

Whoever was on the other line must not have been very friendly, because their face palmed significantly.

“Put it on speak.” I demanded lowly.

I couldn’t help my tone. I wasn’t upset with them, of course not, but whoever was calling had no right to make them this scared.

“I wanted those photos on my desk yesterday.”

“I know sir! There’s been a de-“

“Don’t interrupt me you little bitch. When I ask for something, it gets done. And now your over 24 hours late. Do you wanna know what happens when I don’t get what I want?”

“You throw a tantrum.” They said, just above a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“I’d keep your mouth shut and eyes open if I were you little girl. I’ll get my hand on those photos, one way or another. Nobody betrays me and gets away with it!”

Then the line went dead. They dropped the phone and backed up until their spine hit the counter. The sound was harsh against the abrupt silence, I knew it had to have hurt. They started hyperventilating. I was no good with this shit.

I took a step forward, but stopped when they flinched.

“I shouldn’t have taken that job. I should have just kept my head down, like my father said.”

“You didn’t know.”

“Nobody who’s doing something legal pays that much for photos! Not even rich assholes like him. This is my fault.”

“He would’ve paid someone else to get those photos. You’re boss is the crook, not you.”

I took another step forward and they didn’t flinch this time. I took that as a sign.

“I should have at least called the the cops. But I-“

“Stop.”

“Edward was a dead man, despite your efforts. There was nothing you could do. But these photos, your memories, are gonna help me find who did this. To find justice.”

“There is no justice Rorschach, not in life, and certainly not in death!“

This seemed almost personal now. Like they were talking about something else, someone else.

“I should have seen the signs Rory. My boss, his Initials, that insignia, they were all that were left the day my father disappeared. Now I know what happened to him.”

“Why would he want your father dead?”

Insensitive, I know. But I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“He was a Hero too. But like Edward, he made mistakes in life. He pissed of the wrong people.”

There was a knock at the door, and they jump again, this time letting out a yelp in surprise. I shushed them, telling them to stay put. As I made my way over to the door, something was shoved through the mail slot.

I picked up the envelope slowly, inspecting it. It could be laced with anthrax, but my mask could protect me from that. I heard footsteps approach from behind. I put my hand back, telling them to stop again.

“What is it?”

“Just some mail.”

“The mail man doesn’t come this time of night.” They said suspiciously.

“I know.”

I opened it carefully, no white powder. But that didn’t mean it was safe. There was no address on it, which means it was hand delivered. Someone wanted them to get this message. There were photos inside. I got so caught up In reviewing the photos that I didn’t hear them approach until it was too late. They let out a scream.

The photos were gory, that was sure. The man isn’t he photo was missing most of his fingers, his jaw ripped clean off, and both eyes cut out. He had long gashes scattered across his flesh. His arms were bent at an unusual angle, caught up in the ropes he was tied to the ceiling by. It looked like his foot had been smashed beyond repair. But there was something even more unsettling about this.

Each photo he was moved slightly. He was still alive when these were taken. I turned to see them on the floor, sobbing violently. I cringed as they began to dry heave. I set the photos down on the coffee table and knelt beside them, holding their hair out of the way as they puked. I rubbed gentle circles on their back. I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” I finally decided upon. It was simple, but honest.

“Why are you apologising, you didn’t do this. They did!” They spat harshly.

They pushed me off them, and got up off the floor. Their legs were a little shaky but they caught themselves on the wall.

“I should have never made this deal with you!” They screamed.

I bit my lip. I’d never seen someone display such raw emotion in front of me. It didn’t feel nice to witness. I never wanted to feel the way they did right now.

“Do you really think anything would have changed?” I sighed.

“What?”

“The people you’re working for, you said it yourself, they aren’t good people. They were just waiting-“

“For me to fuck up! Which I did! If I had known my father was alive this whole time. I wouldn’t have given up, I would have kept searching every inch of this God Damn city until it killed me! I would have done anything to bring him home. Then maybe my mother wouldn’t have killed herself! Maybe I wouldn’t be the useless orphan I am right now!”

“You’re not useless”

“Yeah, tell that to your dead comrade! Go ask my father! Oh wait, you can’t. Because they’re both dead and I’m still here, fucking things up for everyone else. You know what? Maybe you should leave, cause you’re probably next. Everyone I interact with winds up dead.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn’t leave them. Not in this state, not when they could do something they might regret. Guilt was a powerful emotion, one I’d witnessed many of my team mates exhibit. It could eat you alive if you weren’t carful. I stepped toward them once more, but this time their step back was more deliberate, like a warning.

“I’m serious Rorschach, I’m not good for you!”

“I can protect myself… I can’t protect you.”

“And why would you do that? Huh? Did you fucking hit your head on your way here? You didn’t even know who I was 36 hours ago. And now you’re making promises you can’t fucking keep. I mean nothing to you, you got what you came here for, now get the fuck out of my apartment.”

I took another step.

“Get out!” They screamed, the sound tearing through their throat.

Another step.

Their wasn’t much further for them to go. I wrapped my arms around them, watching as they thrashed around struggling. I ignored the little hits and kicks they landed on me. There was power behind them, they would surly bruise but I could handle it.

“Put me down!” They begged.

I just held them tighter, not saying anything. After a few minutes they settled in my arms.

“You done throwing your little tantrum now?”

They huffed.

“You really know how to make someone feel cared for, Jackass.” They jeered.

“I’m new to this. Just like you’re new to my world. But now, you’re unfortunately stuck in it. These people aren’t gonna stop until you’re dead, and the everyone’s of my friends death goes away with you.”

“Then what do you propose?”

They turned in my arms, now facing toward me. Our faces were so close, I could feel the fan of their heated breath on my mask.

“We do this together. For Eddie, for your father.”

“Together?” They raised a brow at me.

I nodded, finally letting them go. The distance felt lonely now. But I welcomed it, it’s what I deserved. Someone like them didn’t belong with someone like me. We’d part ways when this mission was over, when they were safe.

“Lets kill those sons of bitches!” They declared.

AN: Tell me why I loved making Nite Owl seem mood villainous in this. Like, imagine he's on Ozmantium's side! Also awe, Rorschach melted my heart in this. I’ll for sure write a part 3 when I have time. I’m really enjoying this!

#rorschach #rorschach x reader #watchmen x reader #watch men #silk spectre #nite owl #nite owl ii #dc comics #dc comics x reader

[harudnae]

Well, well. December holidays are upon us, and whether you celebrate something or not at all, I figured I could dig up this short story as a gift 😁

The idea is from my sis who wanted to put Smoker in a Santa Claus costume 😏

This story is pretty old and I'm not so satisfied with it, so I updated it a little before sharing it here (the original version remains on AO3 since it's been translated and I don't want to impact the translator's work).

Originally posted on AO3 on 2016.12.25

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Smoker x Tashigi

Summary: Smoker and Tashigi spend Christmas together at home. Smoker hates end-of-the-year celebrations and Tashigi tries to force him into a Santa Claus costume...

Content warnings : Modern AU, no religious content, suggestive ending.

Word count: 710

🎄 Candy cane 🎄

Smoker has never been a big fan of Christmas, or any end-of the-year celebration for what it's worth. To him it's just an excuse to spend money and be stuck with annoying relatives while eating unreasonable amounts of food, and for what ? This year he's glad he convinced his girlfriend to stay at home, just the two of them, and do something simple for once.

Though simple might be an understatement. Tashigi insisted on decorating a Christmas tree and setting up seasonal decorations all over the house, and cooking enough stuff that they will probably get leftovers for the next two days. That was enough already, but the clothes, really ? She said they would have to wear seasonal attire, and memories of ugly sweaters with knitted reindeers and Santas came to his mind. He trusts her sense of fashion but still, Christmas clothing, for fuck’s sake.

Which is why, on December 24th, when the fire burns steadily in the chimney, most of the dinner has been prepared and Tashigi goes to the bathroom to get a shower and make herself « more presentable » – like she really needs anything special to achieve that – Smoker really doesn't want to open the bag containing his own attire for the night, that his girlfriend purposely left on their shared bed. Still, curiosity gets the better out of him and he peeks inside said bag.

Seriously ? A Santa costume ? No bloody way he puts this on. He stares at the red fabric like it has personally insulted him, and really wonders what Tashigi had in mind when she chose this. Did she really expect him to comply with her wardrobe choice ? Or is it a way to rile him up in a not-so-subtle way ? Either way he's fuming, and decided not to change into this mockery of a suit.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he's waiting for her to finish in the bathroom – shouldn't take too long, the water isn't running anymore – and have a little talk with her about this masquerade. When she opens the door, though, Smoker finds himself at a loss for words.

Tashigi’s hair is loosely tied behind her head and adorned with two red flowers. She wears a tight red dress hugging her curves in all the right places, white fur holding the soft fabric around her shoulders, the petal-shaped cut of the dress caressing her thighs while black boots embrace her pale legs. She's stunning, and all of a sudden Christmas doesn't sound that awful. She coyly smiles at him and offers, "All yours."

Good thing she's motioning to the bathroom, or Smoker may have thought of another offer entirely. He grunts, swallows his anger about the Santa Claus costume, which he grabs before making his way to the bathroom. As he closes the door behind him, he wonders how not to be ridiculous in this red suit. He undresses, gets into the shower, and once warm water runs on his skin, he finally knows how to manage the whole ordeal. Good thing he isn't freshly shaven.

Tashigi takes dinner out of the oven. She always loved the spirit of Christmas, but this year it's a bit different since it's going to be a romantic night instead of a family reunion. Not that she minds, she's fine either way as long as she's with people she loves. She might have pushed her luck a bit when offering to wear Christmas clothes, and was at least expecting to hear her lover complaining about it, but nothing came yet, and he should be done in the bathroom if the door opening she just heard is any indication. She hears footsteps down the stairs but Smoker doesn’t join her, so she walks to the living room and finds him by the fireplace, elbows resting on the back of the couch where he’s sitting.

And he actually wears the costume... Well, at least part of it. The red pants are tugged in his usual black boots, but he kept the jacket open and – of course – neglected to wear a shirt underneath it. The slight gruff on his cheeks makes him look like a bad boy version of Santa Claus and she catches her breath when he smirks and asks in a low gravelly voice, "So, wanna get your candy cane ?"

For reference, I stole Tashigi's dress from One Piece Treasure Cruise 😋

#one piece #smoker #tashigi #smoker x tashigi #op fic #nae's writing #optc #i almost tagged this as thirst material because of the mental image 😂 #anyway happy holidays to those who celebrate and I hope the others will have a good time as well ✨

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

pls please PLEASE GIVE US A SNIPPET OF SILK FLOWERS IM BEGGING YOU,, IM ON MY KNEES FOR U PLEASE DEAR GOD JUST THIS ONCE PLEASE

I GOTCHU I GOTCHUUUUUUU

[HELP ME CHOOSE A WIP TO FOCUS ON GAHHH]

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Roses.

It's basic, and he laughs at you for it every single time. Out of all the flowers you could've chosen, you chose roses. If you asked him, he would've told you to choose the lotus flower, or maybe the hippeastrum, or maybe even the canna lily. Regardless, all of them paled against you.

You.

Your arms were stretched out side to side in front of him, with the loose tape measurer hanging loosely from them as he took your measurements. Delicate fingers grazing over delicate skin, he had pins between his lips and different shades of fabrics draped over his shoulder. He walked around to the front of you, measuring your bodice.

"You know, Yuyu, I'm still the same size as when you measured me yesterday," you chuckled.

"Are you? I hope you don't mind that I'm double-checking," he mutters, the pins moving ever so slightly up and down. "This is the most important dress in your life, I want it to be perfect," he brushes his hair back, stepping one foot off the riser to look at you from afar. "Remind me what kind of skirt you wanted, darling."

"Ah, right, the skirt..." you hummed. "You know, Johnny and I have been tossing around ideas, but I'm still not sure," you muttered.

"Not sure?" He walks around the circular riser, his eyes sharp, calculating. "I know for certain you don't want to wear a mermaid one, right?" His lips curl into a satiric smile.

"Do not bring that up!" You gasped. The memory of you tripping over that damned skirt and into a fountain is one you'd never forget. "What... what do you think I should go with?"

"Hm..." he stops in front of you again. "In all my years of making dresses for you... I don't think I've seen you in a ballgown yet."

"Ballgown it is!"

"Ballgown with blue," he mumbles.

"Yes, it was the one request Johnny told me, to have those accents on the dress, and it's so simple, how could I have told him no?"

It was like Johnny was mocking him, no, surely, he was. All the times you'd come in here before, he was certain that those sweet eyes you always looked at him with would one day belong to him and him only. He was sure that one day he wouldn't just be making dresses for you, no, he secretly hoped that one day he'd be removing them too. If only he had held you longer and if only he'd had told you that night that he wanted nothing more than your lips on his... maybe things would have been different.

The lotus flower represented majesty or grace, the hippeastrum represented determination, and the canna lily represented glory. But roses, the flower you'd joyfully pointed out were your favorite so many years ago, and in the shade blue nonetheless.

The way his heart raced now, trying the different blues against the skin of your neck. He was so close. So close to holding you right now.

"That one," you whispered. Shivers ran down his spine and he turned to the mirror behind him, looking at the lapis blue against you. "It'd make beautiful roses, don't you think? I'd love for them to be this color, Yuta." Anything for you, always.

Blue roses.

Did you know that they represented unrequited love?

#asks #silk flowers #yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta x reader #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #wips

[theaceofskulls]

OC ask meme!!!!

Cleric!Rix: 24, 44

Paladin!Rix: 3, 18

And for comparing the two: 12, 13, 32

For everyone else's reference, these are two very different characters. I joked that if I changed Rix (a fantasy cleric changeling) to any other class then I would have a completely different personality to go with him. One example I gave was that the paladin version of him would be "The slutty one" and so when I wanted to play a paladin in an urban fantasy game, I felt beholden to my word to dust him off. He's an aasimar in that setting.

Cleric

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? He's a light sleeper after all the adventuring. He tends to stretch as many hours in the day as possible though. He doesn't snore loudly but there's a small bit there. He's definitely a soft bed kind of changeling, which is unfortunate given his profession. 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? A nice crisp autumn. A season of change. He tends to prefer fair weather though still enjoys a good in door rainy one. He's not great with either too cold or too warm but the warm is worse. Still it's not as bad as muggy warm. He despises swampy weather.

Paladin

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? Despite what you might think, yes. A very good one actually. They went to programming camp which has been put to perfectly good use. As for a bad memory, they made a nemesis: Danny Russel. Oh how he hates Russel. Oil and water these two. Hate whatever the other likes, always ended up in one too many classes together. 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else I had a couple ideas here before I thought it would be funniest to say urban fantasy.

Both

12. What is their favourite food? C: His food tastes continually shift and evolve but he's adopted a campaigners' palate. He hates that he's currently obsessed with this meat sandwich from the Two Headed Ettin that uses "Gryphon Eggs" (actually just chickens). P: Comfort food all the way. Well, h'orderves are kinda great in the sense that it always feels like I'm winning against rich people. Oh and the dirt cheap shit at fastfood menus. 13. What is their least favourite food? C: "I don't know if this qualifies but someone made me try blood once because they were convinced I was a vampire. I can't eat steaks rare anymore." P: Oysters. Oh and Eggplant 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? C: Gothic AF. If anyone finally convinces him to splurge on custom armor then it's gonna be a whole ass thing. He has a tailor in Vaxeem that he prefers. Not a high end one but one with the skills to make these kind of outfits (although Ishkara introduced him to one in Firisia that he reluctantly admits does make the kind of stuff he likes to wear). Admittedly he wasn't too into this at first but has come to enjoy it, especially with some flourishes that have been worked in that make airflow during combat feel sort of nice. Funnily enough, he wears very plain things to bed. A loose tank top and a set of boxers. He doesn't need makeup but he replicates the effects. His hair is long and he takes okayish care of it but honestly its the one thing he can be said to neglect about his appearance. P: Most days it's t-shirts. Some days its his one good suit. However on several days he makes the effort and has a few reliable good outfits lying around. He tends to buy cheap, even when he buys nice, though he does try to avoid companies that give him bad vibes or that he knows are exploitative. Since that raises the prices, he tends not to buy often. He feels better on the days he makes the effort but it's so much work so he spends most of his time in outfits he hates (though that might change). He's tried streaming before and has a grasp of makeup but he doesn't wear it often. He has slightly long hair and does take care of it, but he usually just ponytails it.

#rix #oc memes

[inriospocket]

Chipped mugs

This is my first time writing a rio fic so I think this is called a one shot? I'm not sure lol but I'm still learning. Whoever comes across this, feedback is appreciated. :) I'm also taking requests!!

| summary | Reader had been in an accident and loses her memory and Rio spends every day to try to help the reader remember.

| word count | 706

It had only been a couple of weeks since you were discharged from the hospital after the accident. Rio was always careful and calculated considering his line of work. He was always prepared for the worst but once the doctor advised him that you would no longer remember who he was or where you came from, he couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t fathom in that moment how to get over that, how to rewind. Such a petty little argument turned into this?

He was determined to make it right and determined to help you remember.

But you both could admit that initially, it was weird. It was like a stranger was living with him and vice versa.

He watched you walk towards the cabinet and pull a mug out that you’ve never used before. “Nah mama, you hate that one. It’s chipped.” He said, taking it from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and took it back.

“That’s okay. I’ll just drink from the other side.” You said and it made his stomach churn.

He knew you to a T. He knows that you sing in the shower terribly and now he only hears the water. He knows that you hate wearing socks to bed and when he checks on you now, you always have them on.

But he didn’t know it was just as hard for you as it was for him. The feeling of forgetting something once you walk into a room was how you felt all the time. The memory was always at the tip of your brain but you could never figure out how to remember it.

The mug incident wasn’t the last time you were annoyed by him not understanding that you cannot for the life of you, remember. He questioned why you put a different lotion on or why you pulled your hair back.

“Rio! Can you just stop? Please! Look, I know I’m technically your wife. I know you know who I was but I don’t know me. I’m trying to figure it all out and you’re just making it worse for me. Have you forgotten that I’m the one who can’t remember ANYTHING?!” You yelled and at first, he was taken aback but that infamous smirk curled onto his face.

You were confused. “Why are you doing that? Why are you smiling? Is my frustration funny?!” You threw your brush at him and he dodged it with precision as if he had been through it before.

You didn’t even realize you did it until it smacked the wall. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” You covered your face in disbelief.

He chuckled under his breath. “You good mama. You do that all the time.” He said, shaking his head.

And you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

You both realized how overwhelming each other could be. How overwhelming the circumstances were and Rio realized how he needed to get over it.

He had to get through to you. So, he left sticky notes on everything that belonged to you to help jog your memory but always provided a separate note that you can use anything because everything including him already belonged to you.

You realized how important you were to him so you used the mug that once belonged to you and when he asked to take you out, you said yes.

He learned you all over again because he loved you and you could see it.

You could feel it.

And over time, it started to feel more and more familiar. The way he brushed the loose hair away from your face. The mamas, darlings, and sweethearts. The way the cold from the metal on his fingers stung your skin and you can briefly remember what it felt like around your throat.

But there was still one thing you couldn’t figure out.

“So, what do you actually do?” You asked, tilting your head to add to your confusion.

Rio scanned your face for a second, thinking of how he destroyed a man’s entire life earlier today.  He smirked again and sipped from his glass before answering you.

“Don’t worry about all that, baby.” He said and poured more wine into your glass.

#gg fic #rio x reader #rio good girls #nbc good girls #manny montana #am i doing this right?

[dreamingofaizawa]

Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

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“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

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***3 months later***

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A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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[ggukiepie]

ways to say i love you

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: saying i love you but meaning it differently each time

tags: lovers to exes to ?, a little bit of fluf, angst

warning: none

wc: 1k

a/n: something that's been in my drafts for while :) masterlist

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When he meant to say stay

“I love you,” Jungkook sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looks so small like this, doe eyes glassy and rosy lips quivering. His shoulders shake as he tries to take deep breaths. This isn’t supposed to happen. You’re not supposed to leave.

“Jungkook,” you manage in a whisper. “This isn’t good. For the both of us.” Although he’s much bigger and stronger than you, you gather him in your arms and he rests his head on your shoulder.

He shakes his head. He refuses to listen to you. Refuses to believe your words when he knows you’re right. Even if it hurts.

“I love you,” he says again.

When he meant to say goodbye

“I love you,” he says as he strokes your hair gently, tucks a loose strand of it behind your ear. He cups your cheek in his hand and you lean into it, you always do, and Jungkook never knew his heart could break and flutter at the same time until now. He imprints this memory into his mind, keeps it in his heart and tucks it into a safe place to remember again when you’re gone and he’s missing you.

“I love you too,” you whisper, turning your head to kiss his palm. His heart flutters again. A single tear rolls down your cheek. His heart breaks again. Jungkook knows he’s crying too and it’s taking all his strength not to sink down onto the floor and cry his eyes out.

When he meant to say be mine forever

A big smile is etched on your face. You’re smiling so wide, teeth all showing and cheeks starting to hurt. You’re stuck, frozen in place, eyes staring at the tiny box Jungkook’s holding.

He’s not doing any better. Smiling just as wide as you are with tears brimming his eyes. But these are happy tears. Happy because he’s on one knee and asking you to be with him for the rest of his life. Happy because he’s finally asking the question he’s always wanted to ask ever since your first date.

(But Jungkook would never tell you that.)

He looks at you. Really looks at you. Looks at your big smile and your hands cupping your face because of his little surprise. Looks at your tiny frame wearing his big shirt because you’ve spent the night. Looks at your messy hair because you’ve just woken up, just stepped out of the room expecting to eat breakfast but instead you get this. Jungkook thinks you’re just as beautiful as the day he first met you.

“I love you,” he says. And he’s never been so sure about it in his life until now. Love, something that used to be so foreign, so confusing and strange. He never knew what love was before, only thought that it existed in movies and books. He never knew how to describe love, or how to explain it to other people. Until he met you. Now he knows what love is. Love is waking up next to you every morning, even though you’re a blanket stealer that leaves him shivering each night. Love is watching all your favorite movies even though it’s not his favorite genre. Love is picking you up from work even though he was stuck in traffic just to get to you. Love is forehead kisses and tight hugs and warm smiles. Love is corny jokes and soft giggles and twinkling eyes.

The ring looks good on you, Jungkook notes. It looks so perfect. It looks just right, that it’s meant to be, that maybe, hey, the stars have finally aligned in your favor.

When he meant to say let’s try again

Jungkook thinks you’ve changed in a lot of ways, but he also thinks you’re still the same. Your hair’s a little bit longer, you’ve changed your glasses, and your skin looks a little bit warmer. But your smile. It’s still the same. It’s still the same kind of smile that he used to see when it was just the two of you. And your laugh is still the same too—that same giggle that always made his heart skip a beat, his stomach go in flips and palms sweat.

You don’t know how long you’ve been staring at each other. You weren’t expecting to bump into him. You weren’t expecting to see him again, see him ever, after the day you said goodbye. After the day you walked out of his life and he walked out of yours. All it took was a simple hello and you knew you were a goner. Like the first day you met. How you swooned at his dazzling smile and sparkling eyes. How you had butterflies every time he texted you good morning. You felt like that again. Felt like that giddy school girl with a silly crush. Like your old self years ago.

But this is different. This is supposed to be different. So why are you feeling the same way again?

“It’s been a while,” you say after a minute of silence.

He nods his head, brushes his hands from his hair. You notice it’s gotten longer from the last time you saw him. But you think it suits him. “Yeah,” he sighs. “It has.”

And then you’re talking. Actually having a conversation where you’re catching up on all the years you’ve missed in each other’s lives because you both chose for it to be that way. You realize you miss him, you really do. And there’s this little voice in the back of your head saying that Jungkook realizes the same.

At some point you both stop talking because you’ve suddenly ran out of things to say, things that didn’t include what you both were like right after the break up, how you coped and how you patched yourself up.

A beat of silence, and then, “I love you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. Suddenly, your shoulders are tense and your jaw is set. But Jungkook looks the opposite—calm and collected and so sure about what he just said as if it was the most normal thing to say to an ex years after a break up.

He ducks his head down then looks up at you bashfully. “I hope you know that I never stopped loving you. After all these years apart, I thought I did. I forced myself to,” he chuckles. “But I didn’t. Not even for a day. Just wanted you to know.”

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hey i decided to rewrite everything that i am reposting so it is fresh and you guys aren't so bored. here's "karl realizing he's falling in love with you" that used to be a drabble based on an ask!

reminder: im sage i used to be notplanningshit until i accidentally deleted my old blog

info: karl x reader, gn!reader, fluff, no warnings!

realizing he's falling in love with you

objectively, karl loves everybody. not in the same ways, or to the same degree, but everyone he keeps around in his social circle he does love. he doesn’t entertain acquaintances he doesn’t-quite-like, or that one “friend” who he only sees in when he's with groups. he loves everyone he considers a friend, and that includes you.

that's probably why it takes him so long to realize that what he feels for you now is different from the glowing affection he’s felt since the first conversation the two of you had.

now, he's more likely to catch himself staring at you as you do mundane things, like brushing your hair, or fixing the bedspread. and he just can’t look away, because his eyes are too busy trying to take in everything in front of him, a love his brain can’t seem to capture- so he has to keep looking, keep trying. maybe he’s a little quieter around you because he wants to hear you talk- he always has, he’s always been interested in what you have to say, but now he just wants to hear your voice because it makes him happy; it makes his chest warm in a way that nothing has before. and so he hangs onto you, his chin resting atop one of your shoulders and arms low around your waist, as you wash dishes and explain a theory you’d learned about that day. he barely notices when you finish the dishes because he’s too busy trying to commit every single vocal inflection, every single amused huff, every single “like” and “but”, to permanent memory.

he really starts to notice when he catches himself leaning into your kisses more; when you kiss him on the forehead and he slings his arms around your waist to make you stay, even though it’d just been a passing gesture on your part. when you are laying with him, your nose buried in the warm skin of his neck, and you press a kiss to a freckle on his collarbone, he tightens his arms around you- and oh, man, you’re wearing one of his hoodies, and that really does something for whatever his ribcage is trying to keep contained (certainly not a heart, hearts shouldn’t feel so much). he drops his chin to rest in your tousled mess of hair, and his eyes are a little wet. why? he feels good, he feels amazing, and everything is so nice- it is, it’s just also… so much.

realizing that he’s falling in love with you would also mean he gets comfortable letting his guard down, being vulnerable, admitting when he’s tired and struggling without adding a “haha jk” to the end. he always thinks about how you bring this side of him out of the darkest depths that he’d previously condemned it to (when he realized that being vulnerable and open was not conducive to being popular and entertaining). this is a thing he thinks about a lot- how open he can be with you, without feeling like he’d done something he'd regret afterwards, because he knows for a fact he isn’t comfortable in that way with other people.

he knows he likes you, obviously- he’s dating you. but this is different and unique, and so nice it makes his chest burn in a way that is gutting but so overwhelmingly good. the final straw comes when he finishes up a late night alt stream, his bones aching from sheer exhaustion and eyes trying to close on their own, and he wanders to the bedroom, expecting to find you asleep-

and instead you’re sat on the edge of your shared bed, with two mugs on the bedside table next to you. you're wrapped in a knitted blanket, and wearing one of his hoodies, scrolling twitter while you wait for him. when he walks in you perk up, your own tired eyes brightening with excitement, and you let him walk right up to you so that he’s stood between your legs.

leaning down, he kisses your forehead and mumbles, “why aren’t you asleep?”

“i made us tea,” you say, leaning around to grab the mugs off of the nightstand. they're still steaming. “it'll help you sleep.”

there it is again- his eyes feel wetter. the back of his throat is tighter. he takes the mug in his hands, fingers curling around the ceramic. it's so warm- it smells good, sweet-, “did you add-?”

“honey? mhm.”

he sits down next to you on the edge of the bed, drawing his feet up so he can get comfy, and sips the tea. it's all he can do, other than cry.

the tea is good- of course it’s good, you made it for him.

while he’s trying to douse the raging inferno inside his ribs, you shift so you’re leaning heavily against his side, legs tucked to your chest and mug held near your lips. one hand drops down and fiddles with the hem of his sweater. there's a loose thread, you notice. you think about how you will fix it for him the next time you see it in the laundry basket.

and then karl realizes. oh.

“i love you, you know that?” he murmurs, slipping an arm around your shoulders, and smoothing his hand up and down your arm gently, just because you’re there, and you made him tea, and you’re wearing his hoodie, and you’re leaning against him like you trust him, and you waited up for him so you could go to bed together, and-.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, hiding your smile by taking another sip of tea.

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Twin Flames ❤️‍🔥 : Part 2 - Whiskey on Ice

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Warnings: a ton of swearing, drug use, mentions of sexual content

Word Count: 13.4k (woof 🙃)

Notes: If you’re slightly confused about some parts of the story line...no worries besties, that’s the intent!! All will be revealed in due time. There’s a shit ton of hints and Easter eggs in here and along the way! Would love to hear your thoughts on what they could be! Love each and every single one of you who has taken the time to read TF thus far. 🖤

“Listen, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!”

The hairbrush you’d been white knuckle gripping was launched at the wall, hitting hard against the surface with a loud bang.

“How fucking hard is it –”

The voice on the other end cuts you off but you’re not having it.

“It hasn’t even been a full day yet! I put you in charge to handle situations like this, not call me every five fucking seconds something pops up. I’m miles away. What the hell am I supposed to do? You’re the one –”  when you’re cut off again, it’s the final straw.

“Fix it!  Now. Right fucking now. And I want every fucking, penny? Do you hear me?” You knew better than to use his name over the phone. “Or the next time we talk, this conversation will end very differently.”

You angrily click the call end button on your phone as you consider launching that too at the wall.

“At least it was just your hairbrush this time and not your Chanel perfume.”

Noah, who you hadn’t noticed was leaning up against your door frame, steps into the room and picks your now broken hairbrush up from the floor.

“Couldn’t get that smell out of the apartment for weeks. Swear to god Y/N/N, to this day if a girl around me is wearing that, I want to gag. It haunts me.”

You laugh but you’re not exactly proud of the memory he’s recalling. One of your ‘rare form’ moments back in California. A one hundred percent “on one”, raging tantrum, fueled by a lethal amount of booze and adderall.

You wince playfully. “Not one of my shining moments….” Turning on your straightener as Noah flops down on your bed.

“I take it that was Sid on the phone?”

You don’t bother with a response, you know by him asking you that alone that he already knows it was. When he clocks your hardened stare downward and the way you run your fingers through your hair, he almost feels the intense energy radiating off of you.

“Shits gonna be fine, Y/N/N. He’ll keep a tight eye on things, it’ll just –”

“It’s my ass on the line if it doesn’t, Noah”.

You respect your brother's opinion and while he’s just trying to make you feel better, you won’t stand for his encouragement right now. Not when everything feels like it could come crashing down at any moment. Not when it’s his ass that will come out untouched, regardless of the outcome.

Noah licks his lips, biting back any response he wants to make. They’re all irrelevant. While you and him were twins, as you got older it was painfully obvious that very different paths in life had been carved for each of you. The weight of each of your responsibilities undoubtedly harbored trauma for you both. However, the depth and magnitude of that trauma felt between the two of you was violently partial.

You’d always blamed your father coming down hard on you and Noah due to the fact that he had Zack so young. Little information was shared within your family of the exact details; it happening long before either of you were born. Grandma Y/L/N had gotten so drunk and loose- lipped one of the last years she was alive that she had called Zack’s mother a whore at Thanksgiving. You had quite literally spewed red wine out of your mouth at her words. (Which did not bode well for your newly sixteen year old self who was trying to sneak drinks under the table with Noah) No one, and I mean no one, in your family ever mentioned Zack’s mother, not once in your entire life. He’d always been the spitting image of your Father, giving no hints or clues at the other half that made him.

In your mind, he was one hundred percent your father, through and through. Or rather… he tried so very hard to be your father, down to the identical callous attitude and the exact same pompous monogrammed cuff links they always wore. He followed in every single one of your fathers footsteps and failed miserably nearly every step of the way.

Which made Noah, in your fathers eyes, his golden child. His precious boy, at least to the world around him, the up and coming name to continue to lead your family to greatness. The one who could do no wrong, take no heat and never, by any circumstances, jeopardize his future potential. Zack was an ever constant reminder of what it’s failure could look like.  

Which left just you…

It was mind bendingly painful at times to think about the total control the Y/L/N legacy held over you. The total submission you succumbed to when it came to sacrificing for this family. You’d naively pretend you’d do it for the sake of family in general, for the only family you’d ever have…. But deep down you knew it came to control. To the money. To the power. You knew this sickening wheel that had been spinning within the Y/L/N name had been going long before you were put on this earth and would continue to do so well long after you were buried deep within it. Without it, you had nothing. Without it, you were nothing.

“Listen, I wasn’t trying –” you look up into the giant mirror in front of you, reflecting Noah’s nervous glance back at you.

“It’s fine, Noah. I’m not trying to…” you trailed off, turning around in your makeup chair to face him. “I’m just stressed. If this shipment doesn’t go through I –”

Noah’s conviction leaves no room for doubt, at least for the moment. “It will.”

“I just need to relax…Sid is going to give me a fucking heart attack if he calls me one more time.”

“Well…I’ve got just the thing to fix that! Good thing the guys are picking us up at six. Your first ‘Kook Party’!” He says wagging his eyebrows.

He picks up your phone to change the song playing through your speaker, easily punching in your passcode he’s had memorized for years as he plays one of your favorite songs, obviously trying to put you in good graces.

“Okay!” You're swiveling back around again now, confused as ever. “Can you please explain this fucking ‘kook’ thing to me?!”

When he finishes, you’re sure you didn’t hear him right. Kooks vs Pogues?! Did he refer to Rafe as a “Kook King”?

“What are we five years old? Sounds pretentious.”

“Oh it is!”

He’s laying back on your bed now, body resting against the plush wall of pillows that you all but demanded in order to sleep comfortably.

“The way the guys talk about it, it’s not as much of a thing as they’ve gotten older… but you know how those old roots always have a way of coming out.” Don't you ever…

Your focus goes back to the mirror in front of you as you continue getting ready, adding the final touches on your makeup.

“So… Whitney texted me earlier.” Of fucking course she did.

“Ugh, Noah, not you too!”

“Told me she called you earlier and you –”

“Yeah while I was dropping Rafe and Kelce off, I just didn’t want to talk to her while I was –”

“Okay listen…I’m not getting into the middle of it but you know you can’t ghost people forever right?” Watch me.

But you’re already striding over to the connected walk-in closet that holds your prized possessions, not giving in even an inch to this conversation. Instead throwing him a mischievous grin over your shoulder as you happily open the giant double oak doors.

“So, what do people wear to these stupid Kook things anyway?”

      Your phone vibrates, picking it up and reading the messages as you do a final once over in the mirror. Less than twenty four hours on this island and you’d already been added to the group chat.

“Kook Kings + Y/N”

Topper: on our way Y/L/N’s

Kelce: 😛

Noah: let’s gooooooooo

Boy Wonder: lol @ the chat name update 👌🏻

Kelce: it’s under construction

Kelce: taking suggestions…

You named the conversation “All My Bitches Love Me 😈”

Kelce: damn, she’s good….

Boy Wonder loved “damn, she’s good..”

——————————————————————-

Only moments later you heard the loud thrum of heavy bass that could only mean the boys had pulled up. As you meet Noah by the front door you take in the song playing and can’t help but laugh. They fucking would…

“Owww Owww” Noah shouts to them the second you’re both outside. “Whaddup boyss!”

You instantly wonder if the several shots you both pounded within the last hour were a good idea but toss the thought away. Noah’s a big boy and is more than capable of taking care of himself.

The second you step out into view, the boys nearly lose their minds, too many sets of eyes for your buzzed brain to compute.

One single look at you and your outfit (which he’s quite literally almost drooling over) confirms Rafes' thoughts. Neither him, nor any other person on this fucking island was ready for you.

“Holy fuck bro, tell me you’re seeing this…” Topper whispers as all of their mouths hang open.

“Y/N Y/L/N… girl, are you trying to give me a premature heart attack?” Kelce whistles as he fully gets out of the Jeep, opening the door for you and your brother. “Damn Noah, you cleaned up nice too. Her doing, I take it?”

“Obviously!” He goes to dap Rafe in the front seat before Kelce. “She’s always keepin’ my ass in check.”

“Aint that the fuckin truth” playfully punching him in the shoulder. Kelce grabs both of your hands and holds them up in the air. “Ooooooooooh girl, common. Do a little spin for me!”

This kid is wild! Why not…

Twirling on Kelce's finger, you throw your head back for dramatic effect as the music blares on.

He takes your hand, helping you into the Jeep after Noah. “Girl, you’re a dream!”

Rafe coughs loudly.

“Okay, enough!” Topper yells over the music from the driver's seat.

You’re giggling like crazy as your hand moves from Kelce’s to Noah’s as he helps guide you fully in, reading you perfectly as always.

“Yeah, common, DREAM GIRL…” breaking into his own fit of giggles.

It’s your favorite time of day. An hour or two before sunset. When that golden hour glow can hit your skin, forever putting you in a good mood. You take it all in as you feel the summer air hit you as Topper starts driving.

“Seems like you guys already got the party started, huh?” Kelce laughs as you and Noah sing out loud to the song playing.

“Well obviously, I had to prepare myself for the most magical night of my life. Popping my Kook Party cherry.”

Rafe laughs wildly at your words, catching his reflection in the rear view mirror. “Oh shitttttt….”

You beam further at his reaction, which Noah of course catches. That’s not the only thing…

“Who’s phone is playing the music?” You ask as Topper holds his phone up in the air. “Can I play a song?” You beam further at him.

Noah’s heart swells, seeing you fall back into your element, you asking for the music privilege a tell tale sign.

Topper’s intrigued as he enters his passcode, opening the Spotify app and handing it to you, the whole car eager to hear your choice.

The moment the beat drops  every single boy in the car howls, almost going crazy.

“Yes!!”

“Holy shit…”

“Yeah, girl you’re gonna fit in just fine….”

“Full fucking Kook!”

You and the boys belt out the entire song word for word, only getting more out of control the closer you get to the party. All of them are surprised you know all the lyrics but Noah knows better by now, you taught him these songs.

      There’s dozens of cars scattered throughout the premise as you roll up and even more people scattered about.

You hop out of the car as the typical pre-party nerves and excitement hit you… well that and the shots.

The house is huge, like every other one you’ve seen on the island so far. The boys lead you in, saying hi to a few people, all of which eye you widely as you’re introduced as the long awaited “Noah’s Sister”.

You all make your way inside toward the kitchen where a large group of what you’re assuming are their friends awaits.

“Eli! Logan!”

A couple of heads turn.

“Oh shit, Noah! What’s up, guys”. You follow them in, opening you up to the entire group before you. One of the guys takes you in immediately.

“Oh shit this must be her!” Throwing his hands up in shock over his backwards cap. “Y/N!!”  

If little else, you already like this dude for the sole fact he’s referring to by name and not “Noah’s Sister”.

Behind him you hear “Wow, they really do look alike” for what has to be the millionth time in your life.

“I’m Eli!” He’s already bringing you in for a hug. “Dude, hell yeah it’s great to finally meet you. Heard enough about you from this one!” He says pointing to Noah.

“Ah, all good things I hope…” you say with an air of trouble to your voice.

“Nope!” Noah laughs.

“Whatever he says…it’s all true” you wink at him. (“Oh shit, I like her already!”) “Nice to meet you, Eli!”

Noah introduces you to a few others: Logan - the host of the evening and a whole slew of names you’re going to likely have to ask for more than once again.

“Can I grab you a drink, Y/N? White claw?” Logan asks opening up the huge refrigerator.

“Whiskey, actually.”  

His head cocks. “Damn, whiskey girl, respect. Was not expecting that.”

“I got chu, Y/N/N.” Noah comments and he slides over to the island that’s littered with dozens of bottles of booze, grabbing your favorite amongst them, earning another shocked look from Topper.

“Damn, Y/N, you’re full of surprises!” He jokes, easily twisting the beer cap off and taking a sip of his drink.  

You all make your way into the expansive living room, chatting it up with the new people you’d just met. A few others walk in and you recognize the girl who came out of Noah’s room this morning.

The moment she sees Noah, she’s making a wicked dash over, halting when she finally takes you in, standing amongst the group.

“Oh, this is your sister right?” She addresses Noah as if you’re not there.

“Uh yeah,Y/N.” He points to the girl.

“Emma.”

She’s ignoring you though, already moving to sit in Rafes' lap as you barely look her way. While he completely freezes, he doesn’t make a move to remove her. She turns inward towards him and laughs at something you can’t hear. You ignore the annoyance that you swear you catch radiating off of Rafe at the one quick glance you allow yourself to throw at them.

You hear your bother casually carry on the conversation and you instantly curse at his insistent need to make those around him feel good. In most other situations you’d say it’s one of your favorite traits about him but right now you’d really wish he’d stop because all you want to do right now is slap this bitch in the face, not only because she’s totally ignoring your existence and being a total utter cunt but also because she’s sitting in Rafes lap, unable to ignore or understand why it’s bugging you the way it is. You hadn’t realized how much of a trance you’d been until you felt a strong arm wrap around you suddenly. You gasp loudly, which turns the heads of those around you. Turning quickly, you see Kelce, roaring with laughter, attempting to hold two drinks in his other hand.

“You scared the hell out of me!” But you’re laughing now too. “Tsk tsk….. is this your thing? Scaring girls?”

“Whoa now!” He says, handing you one of the drinks he made, presumably something with dark liquor by the color, joking with you further. “YOU stepped on ME, this morning! Don’t get this thing twisted! Thought I was never going to be able to walk again…”

“Oh shut up!” As you punch his arm playfully. You frown, taking a sip of your drink. “That is kinda true though, huh? Think I owe you the next round, how’s that?”

“Deal, Y/L/N” as a firm handshake closes the deal. “You look like you know how to make a drink strong enough to knock me on my ass!”

Kelce's demeanor made it easy to joke around with him. He was one of those people that looked you in the face when they listened to you, genuinely taking it in. The quips always came quick and those around him were usually consumed with laughter. He was a lot like Noah that way and couldn’t help thinking that regardless of what factors pushed them together, that the two of them could have organically become friends in the real world.

“Yo, Y/N” Eli calls at you. “You play pong? Sarah needs a partner!”

“What the fuck! Y/N, YOU LOOK SO HOT!” Sarah’s voice squeals, figure coming into view behind Eli. “When did you get here?!”

The words have barely escaped her mouth before she’s wrapping her arms around you wildly, hugging you in that familiar way that only a girlfriend can.

“Not long ago, girl!” You grin up at her with a mischievous grin that she immediately matches as you see Topper come up behind Eli. “You ready to kick these guys asses?!”

The pong table is set up nearby, continually earning more stares the more people you pass over to it.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll go easy on ya since it’s your first time!” Eli jokes as he rolls the pong balls to you.

He regrets his statement with each throw you take, making the first five shots easily. Topper is in equal disbelievement when Sarah takes the game winning shot, a single “swoosh” through the air, calling the game alarmingly early.

Typical, you and Sarah are nothing but giggles as you see the rest of your group file over.

“Bro, that was embarrassing…” Eli coughs.

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that!” Topper tries to move on from the subject, ego clearly hurt.

“Talk about what?” Rafe asks, his blue shirt lighting up his eyes an even paler shade.

“About how Y/N and I just whooped their asses at pong!”

Rafe, who knows that Eli, (with Kelce as his partner) has won the annual Beer Pong tournament two years running, looks up at you almost proud.

“Damn Y/N…”

Topper scoffs, unable to choke down the loss, sneering sarcastically “Yeah, she’s a real keeper…”

You see Noah in the corner, successfully brush off whoever this Emma girl is and make his way over to you. He notices your stare and braces for the torment coming his way.

“SPEAKING of keepers…”

He sighs, nudging you. “Don’t start!”

“No, I mean, personally she seems fantastic –” but Noah’s ready, alcohol in full effect.

“Oh yeah! Like your exes are anything to rave about…” You gawk at him, not expecting the conversation to take this turn. Rafes ears perk up.

“Ohhhhh say what!” Of course Kelce is the first to reply.

“Oh my god, DON’T start!” you throw a finger cautiously in Noah’s face.

It’s at that moment Sarah rejoins the conversation, drink in hand, clinking it with yours. “Oooooo what’re we talking about?!”

“Y/N/N’s exes.”

“Oh, Grant?! He was hot as fuck!”

You nearly spew out your drink, your surprise evident. Noah’s roaring with laughter and you know he’s not going to let up anytime soon.

“Oh, shit I forgot about him! No I was thinking –”

“Jake?!” Sarah nearly shouts.

“Yes!” Noah high fives her right as you go to clamp a hand over Sarah’s mouth.

Topper cat whistles, “Dayyyum Y/N”, grin wide at the conversation.

“He doesn’t count!”

Your cheeks are beginning to turn pink with embarrassment, not having been ready for these names, all but long forgotten or removed out of your life completely, from your past to be thrown at you so willingly.

Sarah ducks right before you can grab her face as she and Noah answer in unison.

“YES, HE DOES!”  

You groan loudly. Confused on how this unlikely duo of Noah and Sarah is proving to be a rightful pain in your ass right now. Surprisingly it’s Rafe who responds.

“If we’re talking about exes, I mean Sarah’s exes are never far…. Ain’t that right Top!” You whip your head quickly to see Topper shrug easily.

“Wait, you two?!” You point between them. “When?”

“A while back” Topper replies easily. “It was only for a few months. Didn’t quite work out….” Sarah sticks her tongue out at him playfully but you don’t sense any bad blood between them. “Though she’s still a rightful pain in my ass most days, I’ll tell you that.”

“You’re not the only one.” Rafe laughs as he leans back against the counter, taking a drink from the beer bottle in his hand.

“Oh shut up! Both of you…. That’s my job.” She says matter of factly.

At that moment Emma walks back into the room and leans up against the counter close to Noah, the vibe of the room totally thrown off at her presence.

“Hey Noah, I was just thinking –”

Sarah rolls her eyes heavily, gulping the last few sips of her drink before slamming the glass down.

“Let’s go dance!” She yells to you over Emma, intending to be rude. You don’t bother holding back your fit of laughter when you see the irritated look on Emma’s face. Clearly, there’s bad blood there.

Sarah’s already lacing her fingers between yours, ready to pull you out onto the large patio deck that had been jam packed with people dancing. “Lead the way!”

Emma goes to open her mouth again when Topper interrupts.

“Yeah -  I’m gonna…” Throwing a nasty look Emma’s way before following you and Sarah out of the kitchen.

You grab Kelce by the t-shirt, who had been talking to Eli nearby, “C’mon guys, you told me you would show me those dance moves…”

Your voice grows faint as you make your way out, leaving Rafe, Emma and Noah standing in the kitchen, the two boys sharing a quick smirk. Emma takes a sip of her White Claw as she slightly leans into Rafe.  

The three of them watch from their view as you all make your way outside and begin to dance. A group of guys enter that Rafe recognizes from the mainland, chatting to Noah a bit, as voices fill the space again. Rafe shakes his head at Topper's horrible dance moves, poor guy could never hold a beat. The group begins to blend together, bopping heavily as the song is changed.

Topper (somewhat jokingly, he’s well aware he’s got two left fucking feet) grabs Y/N to dance as Emma finally decides to speak.

“Ya know... She’s got some dance moves”. Emma doesn’t reference who she’s talking about but from the inflection in her tone, Rafe knows she's talking about you. “Topper could use it….”

Rafe feels her place her hand atop his shoulder and lean further into him, her voice even louder than before though, even given the new proximity. Her laugh comes out more sarcastic than anything.

“She looks like the kind of girl who could show Topper a thing or two.” She gazes up and winks at him. “You know what I’m saying. At least from what I’ve heard…”

Rafe’s laugh is totally unintentional but he doesn’t regret it nonetheless. She can tell he’s laughing, but thinks he's laughing with her, and not at her.

“What…” she looks up at him pouty faced, lips puffed out, turning more into him as he drains what’s left in his beer bottle.

He was going to reply with something to the effect of “that’s rich coming from you” but Noah turns to both of them, flashing Rafe that famous grin.

“I’m going to go join em’ outside.” Nodding his head up at Rafe before turning to Emma, his eyes holding something Rafe can’t place.

“Oh and Emma?” His voice is slow, an obvious warning. When she turns her head in Noah’s direction, his eyes are cold as ice, burning right through her.

“Watch your fucking mouth…”

He throws one last menacing look her way before almost inhumanly shifting it back to that easy grin, a quick “See ya out there bud!” to Rafe before exiting.

Not many people can put Emma Conrad in her place. Rafe had seen many people go up to bat and fail miserably. The fact that such a reaction was brought on by Noah, so naturally loved and adored by everyone, is a true testament to his unwavering loyalty to his only sister.  

Emma is stunned in her spot as she turns back to Rafe, mouth gaping, ready to speak to him.

“What –”

Rafe clocks you on the dance floor, looking like you’re having the time of your life and he instantly feels the pull to join the group.

“Later, Emma” not bothering to look at her as he makes his way too out of the kitchen, snaking his way through the thick groups of people until he’s out on the deck, feeling the sweet summer night air hit his face.

He took in the sea of people, rowdy as ever, party now in full blast. Even though Rafe had been in this exact situation what seemed like hundreds of times, your presence tinted everything in a new light. He witnessed his group of friends, mingled together tightly, belting out the lyrics long since committed to memory, drinks and hands held high in the air as everyone swayed to the beat.

Kelce slaps his hand over Rafes shoulder when he’s close enough and pulls him into the middle of their group, whispering something to him that he can’t make out over the music. Not that he’s paying much attention anyway, unable to look away from the way your dress is moving threateningly higher up your thigh as you dance. That is, until he glances up and sees it’s Sarah you’re grinding seductively against, his eyes darting away at an alarming rate. Yet it was hard for him to keep them away from you for too long as he glanced around his group of friends.

There you were, planted smack dab in the middle of them, seemingly glowing, as though you’d always been there. Having gotten to know Noah over the last few months, it shouldn’t have surprised him how quickly everyone, himself included, was pulled into your orbit. It was easy to see the similarities between you and Noah in that way. It was easier than ever in this exact moment as Noah danced next to you, completely in sync, doing some kind of moves that the two of you had obviously learned at an earlier time to the song playing.

You weren’t sure if it was the shots you’d taken with Eli and Sarah on the way out to the dance floor, or the way you caught Rafes blazing look as he made his way over, but the feeling settling into every fiber of your body felt almost foreign. It took far too long to place, as if you’d forgotten it completely.

You felt happy. Carefree, unkept, wild. As you bounced back and forth to the beat, Sarah’s arm circling your neck, you didn’t realize how badly you’d needed it, nor nearly how much you missed this feeling. You barely knew these people tangled together with you, but as you shifted your head back against Sarah’s shoulder, eyes closed blissfully, letting her guide your body to the song, you realized it didn’t matter... If there was one thing you knew, nothing stayed the same, ever. Instead you choose to close your eyes and try and hold onto this moment for as long as you could, a moment where you felt nothing but free.

      The next several days faded to weeks as time passed on more or less the same. All of the stress and worry you’d sickened yourself with in Miami prior to coming seemed silly now that you were here. The ebb and flow of your family’s new lifestyle here in the Outer Banks quickly turned into a well oiled machine, like it always had with every move. This pretentious town was no different.

Your father and Zack had barely been around, usually only for a few days of the week before flying out of town, only to return a few days later with another slew of big names (old partners, family friends, relatives - you name it) to do business on the east coast.

The Kildare lifestyle was a “Work hard to your advantage, play hard” mindset. You each played your part for the business, and you each played it well. Rafe and Noah were always alongside your fathers for client meetings, dinners, and everything in between. The two of them together were starting to make a name for themselves amongst the high rolling names the two families kept being able to pull in.

You and Sarah join in occasionally, unintentionally outshining everyone or nearly causing a scene whenever in attendance. Sarah, who’d been worked hard by Ward lately, had been warned of her behavior, that much you’d known. She was always running around the office wild these days, lack of sleep or lack of empathy toward her father, completely and utterly not giving a shit what he thought.

While you played your part at the fancy dinners and talked your way through the meetings you needed to be at, your time needed to be spent focused elsewhere. You had your own ship to run, one your Father was more than aware of….

You’d slotted in almost too well amongst the boys and Sarah’s friend groups, seemingly allowing your life to somewhat intertwine with these people in a way you didn’t expect. You didn’t mind it exactly. It was easy for the days to blend together… the next few weeks continuing in the best way all summers do: chaotically, blissfully, each day and night chasing a high better than the last.

Days spent partying on huge boats or laying around at the beach until sunset, not a care in the world as the music raged on. Nights spent doing quite literally whatever the hell you wanted.

Weekend mornings spent nursing the most wicked of hangovers…. You’d been seated at the bar of the Island Club for a total of six minutes waiting for your food and a second longer felt truly impossible, clear pout forming on your face. Rafe had all but demanded your food be served within five minutes, one lone stare enough for the bartender to scurry back to the kitchen with your order at a near run.

An irritated little gruff escapes you as you check your phone clock for what has to be the tenth time in the last minute alone.

“You gonna make it, Y/N?” Rafe  playfully bumps your shoulder and you throw him the most pathetic, playful puppy dog eyes. Omg she can’t look at me like that….

“Noooo” you’re fully whining now, full on hangry, full on ready to kick this server's ass if food isn’t placed in front of you, prono. “This is why I needed McDonald’s last night….”

“Y/N! None of us could even stand last night, let alone drive.”

“You could’ve –”

“Don’t even start with me, Y/N/N! Kelce and I spent like thirty minutes, cross eyed and inebriated, trying to work the door dash app while you and Sarah just danced to Arianna Grande!”

Rafes laugh, subconsciously becoming your new favorite sound, makes you momentarily forget about your stomach grumbling incessantly.

“Rafeeeeeeeee, I need a McChicken RIGHT NOW. Kelceeeeeeee, please get me chicken nuggets, please.”

His imitation of you is uncanny, the way he’s jokingly crossing his arms over his chest, identical to your stance less than ten hours ago, leaned up against Topper's patio railing to support your drunken state.

“I remember no such thing….”

He shakes his head at you as he orders you another Coke, your favorite hangover cure, from the bartender. You’d already sucked down the one he’d ordered you the minute you sat down, especially since you’d threatened to “stab someone” if not met with one immediately.

Right as minute seven approaches, a waiter sets your plates down in front of you and the sight of your giant breakfast sandwich is enough to have you literally singing to the heavens.

Rafes is already bringing his sandwich to his mouth as you clasp your hands together in praying formation, head tilting to the sky as you fake tears.

“I want to thank you, Jesus, almighty creator of the bagel…”

Next to you, Rafe belts out a laugh so intense that a piece of egg comes flying out of his mouth.

The most unlady-like, shrill laugh comes out of you as you try to catch your breath at the sight of Rafe choke-laughing. You full on snort, very loudly, sending you both into complete hysterics.

Rafe is clutching at his chest as tears almost spill from your eyes, each time you look at each other only resulting in a new fit of convulsions. Your abs are actually sore as you reach out and clutch onto Rafes arm to steady yourself as you both momentarily lean into each other, trying desperately to regain composure as all the other restaurant patrons around you shoot the two of you dirty looks.

You’re both so hysterical that you miss Kelce and Topper, who’d just arrived at the club, stumbling upon your close figures, having heard your laughs the second they approached the outside bar area. Both of them gawk at the sight but share a secret look between the two of them.

“Well well well…. What do we have here!” Topper can’t contain his smirk as he looks between you and Rafe. You both settle down as you return to eating.

“Breakfast! Duh!”

“At almost noon?” Kelce pipes up, taking the empty seat next to you. “Uh…..Long night for you two huh”? He chuckles, throwing a wink at you before nodding knowingly to Topper and throwing a meaningful glance between you and Rafe. You know what he’s insinuating…

He should know better by now than to play this game with you. You invented this game. As hangry as you are, it’ll have to wait just a tiny bit longer.

You look up at him playfully, bulging your eyes out as wide as they’ll go, resting your head in your hand as your elbow leans seductively against the bar, your voice nearly coming out as a soft, tantalizing moan.

“Sooooo long...” you play with the straw in your drink with your opposite hand, falsely alluding to more than how late you were up last night…

Kelces jaw falls open; clearly stunned and taken aback. It’s when you hear Topper scoff loudly that you burst out laughing again. You look to Rafe, worried he’s going to throw some kind of territorial bullshit your way but instead he looks beyond amused.

You beam at his reaction and turn to Kelce as a low “What the hell Y/N/N”  leaves his lips, blush apparent.

“You guys are fun to fuck with!” grabbing a piece of fruit off your plate and plopping it in your mouth.  

Some evenings spent playing your rightful part in the Family Business…. “Not another damn sip, Y/N!” Zack nearly slaps the drink out of your hand, groaning at your swaying figure.

While you can’t say you blame him (you did spend the entire dinner trying to cover up your hysterical laughing - failing miserably - as Noah incessantly made fun of Zack under his breath while he spoke to the crowd during his speech) you’re too relaxed to give a shit. Drunk, but not completely blasted, easily able to defend yourself but you’re loving the reaction it’s getting from him, completely losing his shit at the event he tried so desperately hard to plan and perfect, down to every last detail.

“She’s fucking cut off!” He whisper screams at you and your group of misfits as several of the wealthy island natives approach him, quickly careful to not show his temper.

You’re turned away from your brother completely as Rafe whips you around, pulling your back flush against his chest, blocking you from Zack’s view, only making his blood boil more. His arm wraps entirely too smoothly around your body for the amount of alcohol you’ve both consumed as he brings his Mai Tai to your lips, his own closer to your ear than you thought.

“Sip Time!” You take an enormous gulp of the drink as a laugh shudders through your body, picking up on the Michael Cera “This is the End” reference from the movie you’d watched days prior.

He only loosens his grip on you when he registers the song playing, instead grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the dance floor.

“C’mon, party girl… I feel like you love this song.” You do.

Special occasions where the other island natives got to know you better…. It was a sticky day on the island, the sun beating down hard as you and the boys made your way through 18 holes. Well, they made their way through 18 holes. You wore a cute outfit and drove them around in the golf cart, chugging back White Claws like your life depended on it, occasionally shotgunning one with the boys when one of them made a particularly nice swing.

Not that you weren’t good at golf, quite the opposite actually. If you got Noah drunk enough, he might on occasion be willing to admit that you might even be better than him some days. Golf in this sweltering heat though? Fuck that, Drinking sounded much better…

You hadn’t seen the cart girl come through in awhile and had offered to go back and grab a few more rounds of drinks considering you weren’t even playing.

You walked over to the bar of the club at a quick pace, getting the bartender's attention with ease.

“Hey (a name somewhat similar to yours), right?”

How long Emma and her friends had been seated there, you hadn't a clue, not even registering them as you walked up. One look at her told you all you needed to know, she’s not a nice girl. Good thing you aren’t either.

“Y/N.”

She waits for you to follow that up with something, clearly waiting for you to be fake and nice to her, falling in line with everyone else. When you just stare at her she shifts in her seat at the bar uncomfortably.

“How are you adjusting to the Outer Banks? I know it can be a lot…ya know, for an outsider.”

You want to laugh at her confidence, it’s applaudable to a fault, surrounded by no less than three other girls who are obviously ready to pounce at any moment.

Girls like her exist everywhere, in every town you’ve ever been to. Girls who want to open their mouths and use big words to try and stand tall but shrink back into their pathetic little lives when given the chance to prove themselves. She's no exception, she’s not special, painfully the same as every other single girl before her. She’s no different.

Your shrug, “Not much to adjust to if I’m being honest.”

She eyes you up and down before something off In the distance grabs her attention.

“So, I see you’ve been spending a lot of time with the Island Legacies…can’t say I blame you.”

She laughs but it’s about as fake as her smile that she paints on her face with her next words.

“Especially with Rafe…”

Here we go….

“Who wouldn’t, right? Like hello, look at him. I wouldn't get too attached though. Fair warning, he’s kind of a fuck boy…. tends to go for easier girls, ya know what I mean?”

“Is that why he fucked you?”

One of her friends' hands slaps over her mouth to cover the gasp she’d made and when Emma’s jaw falls open just as wide you know you have this bitch exactly where you want her. She can play her little games all she wants, but she’s about to feel the full force of what you’re capable of.

It’s your turn to plaster that fake smile on heavy, an air of terror behind it that slightly frightens the group of girls before you.

“I mean you guys have obviously fucked, right?”

She looks like you’ve slapped her across her face. Maybe one day….

“That’s clearly why you’re asking me about him…” you laugh at her when she doesn’t respond. “Was that what you expected to sit here and throw me off with? The fact that you’ve fucked Rafe? God, you’re gonna have to try harder than that. I imagine if I had a an issue with every girl Rafes fucked on this island, well….. I mean…”

You clock Boy Wonder at that exact moment, striding over to you across the grass, pushing those now sweaty blonde locks out of his eyes, face breaking out into a smile when he sees you.

“Like hello…” You repeat her exact words from moments ago, about the same boy walking directly over to you right at this second, mocking her all the same “Look at him…”

Rafe’s close enough to see you fully now, slightly puzzled as he watches you puff your bottom lip out flirtlingly before biting it between your teeth teasingly, big doe eyes gazing up at him, almost too heavy.

“Hi, Rafey.”

Rafe chokes a laugh, ready to question you at your choice of Emma’s favorite pet name, seeing her flinch only further fueling your fire. You throw a wink his way that the girls can’t see, telling him to play along.

“Wanted to come check on ya…you need help carrying those?” His arm reaches around your back before pointing to the tray of drinks the bartender just sat down.

“Yes please!” You’ve clearly made your point but are unable to resist throwing it back in Emma’s face more.

You twist in his arm, but look straight at her, your hand coming up to quickly stroke through his golden locks, as if dangling Emma’s favorite toy that she can’t have right in front of her.

“You’re such a sweet boy, Rafe….”

Days spent lounging the halls of Tanneyhill in the company of the other two Cameron siblings… “So what’s going on with you and John B?” You’re laying on Sarah’s bed next to Wheezie who’s texting on her phone, only half paying attention.

Sarah huffs, “I don’t know… we’ve been so on and off for awhile now…. I think we are both just confused.”  

“I can see that…”

“…Do you think love should be this hard?” Her eyes are pleading with you.

“I….” You try to phrase the next words carefully. “Don’t have enough history of knowing you guys dating to give you an honest opinion of what I think…”. She’s frowning still. I hate seeing her upset.

“But, I can definitely see that you’re trying. That much is for sure.” You smile up at her and she slowly returns it.

“Thanks Y/N…” She’s perched up on the bay window that overlooks the backyard. She looks thoughtful, almost sad, so you’re not completely shocked by her next question. That doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t hollow you out as she asks it.

“Do you ever miss California?”

You take a second and notice Wheezie has put her phone down, gaze coming to you. A few more seconds pass and you’re unsure how to answer so you just decide for the shortest version of the truth.

“Yeah. I do.”

“You don’t talk about it as much as last time I saw you. Granted that was so long ago. It just seemed like from what I could tell you really loved it there and –”

“It’s just hard because I didn’t really want to leave...”  You have absolutely no idea why you’re being so vulnerable right now. “Uh…kind of had to, you get it…”

“You went to school there, yeah?” Sarah’s gaze is heavy on you now as Wheezie eyes her sister suspiciously.

“Yeah, UCLA.” You can’t help the smile that forms. That time in your life seems so distant, yet still crystal clear in your memory.

“Going to school out there must be so nice…what’s it like?” She asks eagerly.

You think of how best to answer. “Being out there is… it’s hard to explain. It’s a lot different than anything out this way. It’s something entirely different.”

“It sounds amazing…”

You want to say “it is…” but you’re having a hard time forming words as more memories than you’d like to hash out come flooding back in waves.

You start to wonder if Wheezie shares in her brother's assumed trait of being able to read your mind when she quickly changes the subject.

“Y/N, do you still play the guitar?” She points to the acoustic perched up in the corner of Sarah’s bedroom, unbeknownst to you until now.

Both Cameron siblings see the way you light up.

“Let me guess, John B’s?” Sarah nods her head.

“Mhm!” She's all lit up now, seemingly moved on from the previous conversation. “He won't mind if you play it!”

      Rafe parks his truck in the driveway, slowly making his way into the house, ready to get out of the suit he’s been forced to be in for the last ten hours. The sun is setting over the water now, casting shiny, crystallized rainbows through the glass windows of Tanneyhall as he makes his way to his bedroom, ready to breathe after the day he’s had.

He stops short when he hears the voices coming from Sarah’s bedroom, making him stop dead in his tracks as he catches onto it. He hears the guitar before he hears you, your voice filling the air in a way like never before, followed by Sarah’s and (as if his heart can’t possibly squeeze tighter anymore) Wheezies. He’s on autopilot before his brain can catch up, his footsteps taking him to the doorway of Sarah's bedroom.

You sing. He feels like he’s somewhat known that fact, heard it mentioned in passing between you and Noah but never hard enough for Rafe to stop and think twice about it. He didn’t think you meant like this.

Rafe had noticed that you’d been big into music since he’d first met you, now already at the point of beginning to clock your favorite artists to a T. It’s one more piece of you that clicks with him. The constant music playing, the shuffling between playlists, always arguing about which song is better between you and Noah. It’s one more piece of you he feels like he knows.

He can’t think of many times he’s felt this feeling he has right now. So little times though that he’s drawing a blank on what exactly to name it, unable to place it. If he thinks back long enough he can remember feeling it in the earliest memories. Christmas mornings when it was just him and Sarah or their family vacation to Hawaii right before Wheezie was born. What is it?

He feels like a fucking creep standing in the hallway, all but eavesdropping into his sisters room but this feeling he has listening to the three of you in melody is enchanting him. Are you guys singing Taylor Swift? He doesn’t know exactly how he registers that he knows that, thinking it must be the side effects of having two little sisters. This is definitely Taylor Swift…

The song ends all too soon and Rafe hears the three of you burst into fits of giggles, barely catching the words being spoken. When Rafe swears he hears the word “Bahamas” his breath quickens and he decides that’s his queue to start walking away from the door.

Slowly, he backs away, even though the distant hum of your voice is teasing him forward, careful not to make a sound as he heads to his room, still on auto pilot.

His mind is holding on to those last few moments as hard as he can, already becoming a memory, blushing crimson as he commits the sound of you singing permanently within his brain, wanting to forever remember the feeling that hearing your voice awakened within him…. unsure if he will ever feel that way again.

      The following day you find yourself on Sarah’s bed again, this time laying next to the pile of outfits you’d brought over for her.

“Oh my god, you’re really going to let me wear these?”

You scoff “Are you fucking kidding me? This would look so good on you!” you say holding up one of the dresses you brought against her body.

“Ugh, I want your closet…”

You look up at Sarah earnestly, just as excited as she is. It's been way too long since you’ve had someone to gush over stuff like this with.

“When I say to you… anytime!” Sarah squeals. “I think you need to come over this weekend and we can play dress up.” You wink at her.

“God, you’re a dream. Can you be my sister, please?”

You smile up at her “Dream come true...”

Sarah had called you in a panic that morning, fretting over what she was going to wear to the party she was hosting at Tanneyhill later tonight. She was playing host to mainly her own friends, yet stressed over her already somewhat rocky situation with John B, knowing all his “Pogue” friends would be attending as well.

“You don’t think he’ll think this is too much?” She asks, taking the dress from you.

You’re almost insulted. “If this kid thinks this is too much then you can kick his ass to the curb and he can come fight me!”

Too much? That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard.

You look around her room for the shoes you brought to go with it.

“Shoot hold on, I must have left the heels downstairs.” You’re already making your way out of her bedroom when you collide roughly with a hard surface “I’ll be right - ophhhhhh!”

You feel strong hands catch you, looking up to realize that the hard surface is actually Rafe. You break out into a huge smile, unable to control yourself at just the sight of him, let alone how close he is to you. His eyes widened at the action.

“What’re you doing here,Y/N?”

Sarah appears at the doorway, firm look planted on her face as she takes in the two of you.

“Rafe you can’t have her! She’s mine right now.”

You blush crimson at the thought of Rafe having you in any capacity, your thoughts jumbling.

“Besides, don’t you need to leave soon to meet Dad for your ‘oh so important weeekend’ on the mainland?” She questions.

Rafe releases you. “Yeah, I’m headed out now, just need to grab my suit.”

“Y/N” Sarah’s already trying to pull you away from her brother. “Are you sure I shouldn’t wear –”

“Listen, don't trash the house tonight just because Dad and Rose won’t be home!”

Sarah shoots him a menacing look. “Yeah because you’re one to talk!” With a severe eye roll she pulls you away from her brother, with a snarky, final “Bye Rafe!”

You throw your head quickly over your shoulder, your sweet smile bidding him farewell.

“Goodluck Tonight…”

He’d need it. Little did you know, good luck was not something that ever came easy for Rafe Cameron.

—————————————————————

“It’s the one thing I asked you to do, Rafe!”

Rafes chest deflated as his father screamed at him further. “And I can’t even count on you for that!”

“Dad, I’m sorry I –”

“Just leave, Rafe. Go home. You’re no use to me right now.” Ward shakes his head in Rafe’s direction, totally dismissive, unable to believe he’s his son sometimes. Someone enters the board room to alert Ward that their clients had arrived. He took no further look at his son as he strode out of the room, leaving Rafe to stand there feeling utterly pathetic.

This whole weekend on the mainland had been stressed to no end, Rafe and Noah having to endure a painful amount of lectures from both fathers about the importance of winning the clients they were bringing in, this weekend being pivotal to the next few steps of their plan. They needed the funds from this deal to spearhead the next phase of their development plan, starting in Maine and working down to Virginia.

Rafe had all but nearly blown everything when he’d screwed up some accounting details on the back end when dealing with the investors attorney earlier this week, the error just being noticed now, moments before they’d arrived. His father likely striding out of the room to do everything in his power to fix it, to always fix Rafes problems, as he’s constantly reminded.

He doesn’t bother going to find Noah, instead choosing to walk to his truck at a slow pace, in no rush to go anywhere, feeling utterly useless. He starts the truck, wishing he could be going anywhere but back to the one place he has to go, hating the chokehold his only home had always had on him.

He had a couple hour drive back to Kildare, one spent mostly in silence, letting his thoughts consume him completely.

      He pulls up to Tanneyhill a little after midnight, surprised to see not many lights on. When he enters, there's only a small group of Sarah’s friends left, lounging around the living room, a couple of them sleeping. The house isn’t totally trashed but there’s beer cans and glitter everywhere.

Sarah’s fuckin problem, not mine.

He takes a glance around, wondering by some small miracle if you’d still be here but he sees no sign of you or his sister. Resigning to the fact that you’re probably asleep or went home, he climbs the long spiral staircase leading to his bedroom.

When he walks in, he quickly turns on the string LED lights to a soft blue shade, before his attention immediately is drawn to the figure on his bed.

He makes a move to yell at whoever’s sleeping in here, taking a step or two forward before the soft blue light illuminates your face.

He’s completely frozen for a moment, unable to gather his thoughts. You’re in his bed…

He takes a step or two forward and his chest feels tight when he sees how you’re cradling one of his pillows. It’s pressed against the entire side of your body, your arms wrapped tightly around it. His mind immediately stops the thoughts from fully forming…. (that he wants to be the fucking pillow, obviously)

He’s surprised you haven’t woken up, he wasn’t exactly being quiet when he came in, assuming you’re likely a heavy sleeper or even more realistic, probably just drunk.

He's still frozen lamely, towering over you like a weirdo watching you sleep.

What do I do? Do I wake her up? Do I just let her sleep in here and leave? There’s probably people passed out in the spare bedrooms though… Is she okay? Why is she in here?

The questions flood his mind, not stopping as he wills his body to move forward. He places his hand gently on your shoulder, your skin warming his finger tips.

“Y/N” his voice is as soft as possible, “Y/N/N”.

His brows furrow together when you don’t immediately wake, nervous to shake you any harder. Finally, after what feels like too long to Rafe, you begin to stir.

He sees little movements from you but it takes a full minute before your eyes open. Worried you’ve had too much to drink, he takes it easy on you. Your eyes finally flutter open, but he can’t fully make them out in the darkness. Eventually, they zero in on him and the room is well lit enough for him to see your face breakout into the biggest grin he’s ever seen on you, a deep heavy sigh leaving your lips, almost relieved.

“Rafe….”

Is she even awake?

Your face looks like it’s searching for his in the darkness. He’s unsure what to say, caught off guard by your voice saying his name.

“Hi…” your voice comes out the softest he’s ever heard it, further throwing him off.

Say something, Rafe. Say something.

“Hey….” He chuckles a little, realizing you’re making no intent of moving. “You good, Y/N/N?”

You stretch slightly and pinch your eyes closed. The room is so hazy and Rafes voice feels like it’s miles away. You want it closer.

“Mmmm….needed to lay down.” You simply state.

Rafe doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more tired, eyes squeezed shut as you rub your head with your hand that’s not still wrapped around the pillow. Still trying to figure out what to do, Rafe moves closer to the bed.

“M’sorry, I shouldn’t have come in your room…” you stop and try and focus. “And slept in your bed….” Your head pounds again and the whole room begins to blur, what little of it you can make out. “While you’re not home….holy fuck thats creepy.”

You’re rambling hard. Using every ounce of energy, you try to sit up but it literally feels impossible. Are you even moving at all right now or is your body totally limp?

You are moving slightly but it’s messy, confirming Rafes assumption that you’re likely pretty drunk.

He laughs lightly, “You’re good, Y/N” his hand making contact with your shoulder again guiding you back against the mattress. “Lay back down.” One look at you confirms how badly you need it.

“Ya laughing at me, Cameron?” He’s surprised you have the wherewithal to joke around given your state.  

“Not like that….”

He looks down at you again and feels his body sag, the events of the day, the situation with his father and the hours long drive back all weighing heavy. Taking a deep breath he walks over to the other side of the mattress. He throws his watch on the nightstand as he lets gravity lower him down to the mattress, keeping a respectable distance between you two.

However, as he looks over at you, he doesn’t miss the way your dress is slightly hitching up your leg and it’s what he needs most right now the last thing he needs right now. As he forces his eyes away, he feels your body shift so you’re facing towards him on the mattress, both of your hands cradled close under your chin, reminding Rafe of a young child momentarily.

“I’sorry though… are y’mad that I came in here”? You ask him tentatively, hoping your words are making sense but altogether deciding opting for honesty is the only option here.

He looks over with a serious look. “Why would I be mad that you’re in here?”

“I don’t know….” You’re growing more confused, especially considering….

“Well…s’YOUR room…” You continue after a minute of silence. “And…”

“Too many whiskey & diet cokes, huh?” He's smiling at you now but you don’t catch it. Fuck, you just said honesty is the only option….

“Uh…” Fuck, breathe. Get the words out, you can do this. “Actually….there’s ‘nother reason I came in here…”

“Uh…I uh… — I took something and it didn’t make me feel great….”

You look away from the blurry figure that is him next to you in the bed. It’s probably good your vision is out of focus so that you don’t catch the intense stare he’s shooting at you, his head that was already turned toward you, all but boring into your brain at this point.

Took something? She said she took something. Oh fuck…no….

You’re high.

On what, he doesn’t have a clue, but it’s certainly not the heavy blunts you’d been notorious to roll, that much is plainly clear.

Rafe’s having a hard time processing what’s happening. His own memories come painfully  flooding back in horrible waves. Images of him in the bathroom just a few feet over with Topper and Kelce last summer blur his vision as he tries to remain planted in the present, refusing to let his demons pull him back.

Internally, he can’t help but laugh at the twisted irony of how his poor bedroom seems to just continue to be the crime scene of blatant drug abuse, for once however, it’s not him high within these godforsaken walls.

“Knew right away I needed to sleep it off….Hard t’tell if it worked”

Your words are clipped. “Came up here….I told Sarah I was…”

You finally move your gaze back to his, your eyes so big and bright but they don’t hold the same spark they usually do. Rafes heart sinks at the sight, the look on your face basically melting him, almost pleading.

“Didn’t want her to find out…” he nods slowly as you finish your words.

That’s when he finally sees it, the high written so clearly on your face. Your dilated, blown out pupils staring back, surely penetrating straight into his brain at this point with the stare you’re leveling at him. How the fuck can someone look like that - let alone look at him like that - while they’re high?

“Are you….uh, are you okay now?” He shifts just the smallest bit closer to you, trying to relax but internally he’s panicking.

Are you okay? She’d tell me if she wasn’t, right? Fuck, I don’t know. I’ve never seen her look like this. Shit, please be okay Y/N, I’m right here.

“I think so. Like I said s’hard to tell.”

His chest squeezes again but a stark comparison to the way it did when he walked into the room. The slurring, the drugs, the sleep. All reactions to whatever’s eating away at you enough that you needed just that little relief. The thought that you of all people shared in that wicked kind of torment in the same way he did literally pained him. His eyebrows furrowed together in a wince. Not her.

“How did it go? Stuff with your dad…” Rafe had a hard time tearing his attention away from anything that wasn’t you right now. “weren’t supposed to be back ‘til tomorrow…..” your voice brings him out of his thoughts. Wait, that's what she’s asking about right now? Him?!

“So, that’s why you’re sleeping in my bed?” He jokes. “Thought I wouldn’t be around, huh?”

You giggle and he instantly feels a small part of his body relax, realizing you’re not too high. Not too high to destroy the natural banter that seems to come so naturally between the two of you. Not high enough to not be you still, the you he’s gotten so frustratingly used to being around in just a few short weeks.

You’re still looking to him for his answer and when he doesn’t respond and instead gives you a look, you know.

“…. Well, I’m back” he says quietly, shrugging it off, casting his eyes downward.

“Thank God…”. His eyes raise to yours and he can see that pretty little smile of yours, natural as ever. It turns to a smirk with your next comment “kinda missed you...” What? WHAT?

Rafe instantly wonders if you would’ve gotten high off whatever it is you’re on if he was here... Your next words catching him by surprise.

“Rafe, do you want me to go?” Of course not.

“Y/N/N, I don’t think you’d make it very far and as much as I’d love to carry you, you –”

A sickening feeling settles into the pit of your stomach suddenly, the drugs really taking their course, as your eyes squeeze shut, a soft moan leaving your lips, the look on your face setting Rafes mind into lightspeed.

“Shit– come here, Y/N.”

It’s as if both of you are on auto pilot because neither of you can really register the next few seconds as you try to reach out towards Rafe at the same time as his strong arms pull you quickly into him, body’s melting together.

The moment you feel his arms circle around you, everything else fades to black, allowing yourself to get completely lost in him.

Rafe has been close to you plenty of times over the past few weeks. Dancing with you at parties, swimming in the ocean or one of the multiple infinity pools scattered around the island, even crammed into the backseat of multiple vehicles, on top of each other’s laps more than a few times, trying to get home after drunken nights with only one designated driver.

This however, feels entirely different. He can feel your soft breath tickle his neck as you bury your face deep into his shoulder. You’re clinging onto him hard, which just makes him hold you tighter, rubbing small circles into your back with his fingers.  

He feels your breathing steady a little bit but your body hasn’t loosened an inch. Slowly, he brings his hand up to the side of your face, brushing the few strands back before running his fingers through the length of your currently curly locks, repeating the motion back and forth. Each time he brings his hand back through your hair he feels your whole body slowly release but not at all removing yourself from him.

It takes a moment for him to realize the state he’s currently in, the action not only calming you but allowing him to release all the built up tension he had felt building throughout the day, through the past several days. Fuck, weeks….

Your even breaths pull him back to you in the present as he registers that you’ve fallen asleep. He doesn’t stop repeating the motion, enjoying the way it feels to have your hair running through his fingers, the way your body feels so warm and secure next to his.

He’d known the feeling you were going through all too well. He’d known the sickening, overpowering feeling you’d succumbed to within its hold. Not you. Not her. Please.

He’d hold you for hours, he’d hold you for days, for however long it took for time to deal the damage.

He takes one final look down at you, your now peaceful face resting gently on his chest, face nuzzled deep into his neck.

His words barely come out as a sound, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.  “I’ve got you, Y/N/N”

      When Rafe wakes up again, he doesn’t open his eyes right away, but he can hear your phone vibrating against the nightstand.

He registers that your back is now flush against him, likely shifting at some point in the night. His arms are looped tightly around body still though, noticing you had one his hands cradled close to your face, tucked sweetly under your chin. He can feel your cheek pressed against it, can feel your soft breaths on his skin as you sleep, sending a fuzzy feeling all over his body. Holy shit. This feels so good.

The phone doesn’t stop vibrating, only getting louder as it threatens to fall off the nightstand.

Rafe can’t believe he’s about to interrupt this serene moment before he can even register it.

Your heads are on the same pillow, his own already close enough to his intended target. He shifts only an inch or two so he’s whispering right into your ear.

“Y/N/N…” The soft, almost too perfect for this world moan, that leaves your mouth makes him want to never let you go.

“Hmm…” making no move whatsoever, not even fully awake.

“Your phone…

“Mmm….” That one was more of a whine but it doesn’t make Rafe smile any less into your hair.

It stops vibrating for a few moments and you shift ever so slightly back into Rafe, sleep threatening to take over at how good it all feels, his arms around you, the sheets surrounding you, Rafe’s messy hair tickling your neck.

When it goes off violently again you know you can’t ignore it. Slowly, painstakingly slow, you reach for the phone to see Noah’s name on the caller ID.

Oh, thank god.

You click open the phone and whisper “Hello”, your voice coming out entirely more horse than you’d imagined it would.

“Fucking hell Y/N, I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour! Where are you?”

“Uh, I’m at Rafes.”

“Wait, I thought Sarah threw a party at Tanneyhill last night.”

“She did, I’m at Tanneyhill, what the fuck–” you’re too tired to be doing this back and forth.

Noah’s voice is entirely too perky and implicating considering what time it is as you pull your phone away from your ear briefly to check the clock.

“You said you were at Rafe’s…” you can almost see the annoying grin plastered on his face through the phone.

Considering the events that led to you being tangled in Rafes bed you’re really not in the mood to play around with Noah’s jokes right now, the fact that it’s barely daylight only further adding to it.

“Do you need something, Noah?” He catches the tone in your voice.

“Yeah I’m driving back from the mainland now. Dads been flipping his shit trying to get ahold of you since last night. He’s not happy...”

Shit….

“Some shit with the books not matching when he was looking at the numbers, he has people flying in and he can’t–”

“Alright I get it, too early. Shut up. I’ll call him.”

“No, that’s not it, Y/N/N. The Hargrove’s plane touches down in an hour. We’ve got the whole day planned…” he pauses. “We’re supposed to be on the tarmac in thirty minutes…. I’m on my way to Tanneyhill now.”

“Fuck.” Behind you, Rafe tenses, unable to tell what’s happening on the other end.

“I know. I’ll be there in less than five. Pulling up in a few. Be ready.”

You click your phone shut and stay perched up on your elbow, not wanting at all to do what you’re about to have to do. Referring to both getting out of this bed and carrying on with your duties for the rest of the day, preferring to rather bite your own hand off if it meant staying like this with Rafe and not facing reality.

Rafe…who’d found you passed out in his bed unexpectedly...while high on drugs. So high in fact that you needed to pass out in his arms to feel okay, only now waking up with that horrible realization as it settles into every part of you.  What the fuck were you thinking. Maybe it is a good idea to get the hell out of this bed actually….

Rafe watches you process each part of that as he takes into account the small shifts in your face.

“Hey… you okay?”

No. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not in the slightest.

“Noah’s on his way, shit with my dad, we have clients - well, family friends - coming in and….shit. Not good”.

You pinch the bridge of your nose to quickly try and gather your thoughts about what you need to do within the next few moments.

“I’m sorry I have to go…” You step out of the bed and Rafe sees you fully for the first time in the soft glow of the morning light.

Your dress is a little wrinkled but still looks as cute as ever on you. Your hair is messy and your lips are still puffy from sleep. Seeing you like this, so loose and raw makes him want to pull you back.

You search around for your other shoe and Rafe suddenly feels nervous as he finally takes everything in.

The situation unfolding in front of him, completely foreign, that soft purple glow from the morning light having never touched another person's skin within these four walls. Rafe never permitting a situation where another person would be in his bed at this time of day, any guest long since removed by this time. You were the first girl to ever wake up in his bed.

Once your shoes are on, you grab your phone, realizing all of your other stuff is in Sarah’s room, which is currently still occupied by her and John B.

The luxury of being you. There was nothing in there you couldn’t replace. You’d grab it all later after you somehow survived whatever this day had in store for you.

Rafe realizes you’re looking at him now, unsure what to say. “I’m gonna get go –”

Finally, Rafe remembers how to move his body and quickly jumps out of bed.

“I’ll walk you out…”

You nod, grateful that he’s walking you out but still trying to choke down that bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Rafe stays behind you as you move quietly through the halls, his finger ever so slightly tracing behind your arm as you walk, the feeling, making you only want to run back, instead of out the door.

As you reach the giant front door, his mind begins to fill as thoughts and questions come swirling through his brain at an alarming rate. Surely he’s never felt like this. So impatient, so eager, the incessant need to know you.

“Y/N” he whispers for you when you reach the foyer. He has to know.

“…why my room?”

He knows you’ll know what he means. There’s guest bedrooms, couches, plenty of open places to sleep within this giant house.

Your pupils only travel down to his chest briefly, head shaking ever so slightly, “I honestly wasn’t even thinking about it as it was happening. I just remember stumbling upstairs...”

Your eyes are like lasers as they make their way back up Rafe’s face, burning into him every step of the way before meeting his in a blaze.

“I don’t know….when I woke up and saw you… I guess it just made sense.” His breath hitches at your next words. “I think I just needed you…”

Why did I say that? WHY DID I SAY THAT? WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT?!  

“I just….” Trying to recover, he clocks the way you look so nervous, apprehensive. “I just felt like you would get it. You would understand it. That’s all.” He does. All too well.

“I get it, Y/N/N.” hearing him call you by your nickname again leaves you breathless. He pulls you in for a hug as you hear your phone buzzing, knowing it can only be Noah.

“I’d better go.” You get this odd feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t place, standing there awkwardly for a moment, choking the feeling down. “Thank you for being so sweet about it… Bye, Rafe”.

Your words, seemingly innocent, evoke such a head spin of deja vu for him that he’s momentarily left stunned, unable to form words. Did she really just say that? She has no clue.

When you take one last expectant glance back at Rafe before walking out the door, he quickly pulls himself together, feeling like his cheeks have to be burning red, but the words he says next are not at all what he intends.

“Hey wait….Y/N.” He’s whispering now, nervous beyond belief but feels that nagging sense to say something. Why??

“Uh, next time you feel like that….” Referring to last night. “Call me.”

Your fingers graze over the door handle and on a fucking whim, Rafe grabs for your hand, momentarily holding you back, needing you to understand how much he means this.

When you don’t respond he nods weakly. “Okay?”

You nod back at him, unsure what to say. Taking anything he can get, he accepts that much, opening the door for you, giving you a fleeting side hug before you’re out the door.

“Bye, Y/N/N”

You make your way out to Noah’s car, pulling open the door handle and stepping in as quick as you can, only to reveal that stupid grin that was promised from your phone call. He’s already pulling out of the driveway the minute you’re in the car.

You don’t bother asking what, you because you know what.

He takes a glance over at you, only clutching onto your phone and nothing else.

“Where’s all your stuff?” He’s toying with you and you know it. You click a few times on the screen in the center counsel, turning on a song to fit the mood.

“In Sarah’s room…”

“Which means you slept…” his tongue pokes at his cheek as his face twists and turns, unable to stop himself from trying to tease you.

“Noah.” you’re not even entertaining it. “Can you just stop at home really quick, I know we are late but I’ll be quick –”

“Relax Y/N/N, I grabbed you clothes.” He gestures to the backseat where you see an outfit (damn, he did pretty good) hanging on the hook. “Grabbed this too…”

He reaches back behind your seat and sets something in your lap that you recognize as your spare make up bag. You bless the fact that your brother, although he's driving you nuts at this moment, knows every little detail about you.

“Already went to the house… figured I’d give you and Boy Wonder an extra few minutes.”

You give him the biggest death glare you can muster for the early hour but don’t say anything back. You can’t, he’s right.

“Listen…” he knows the next words are going to launch you, but it’s about time he’s said it out loud. “Whenever you’re ready to admit that you’ve got some deep rooted feelings for Rafe mother fucking Cameron, and are ready unpack all that shit, you just let me know…”

Noah’s one hundred percent correct, his words do launch you. They thwart you so hard that you’re sure you’re about to choke.

“I do not!” Ignoring the fact that you were moments ago curled up in this man's bed, your arms wrapped tightly around him.

You push any kind of life changing, mind bending thought out of your brain, not ready to cross that bridge yet, knowing damn well you’re not sure if you ever will be. With anyone. Let alone Rafe “mother fucking” Cameron as your brother so eloquently put it. Kook “fucking” King is more like it.

Noah scoffs. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

His own mind floods with memories, all to do with Rafe Cameron. The way girls had always clung to him since the moment he’d met him. The way all of his habits seemed to shift the moment you came into play. The way Rafes eyes always shoot to yours when girls will approach him nowadays, thinking Noah can't catch on to the encounter every single time.

He thinks back to all the noticed habits…How Rafe started listening to more Drake songs. How he’d started asking Noah questions about you, little to begin with, sprinkled in here and there, starting before you even set foot on Kildare Island.

Noah had registered the way Rafe’s demeanor would shift, ever so slightly, whenever you were mentioned, comparing little to the change in him altogether when he was finally around you in person. Kelce, Topper and himself had already had a few drunken conversations on the subject as a matter of fact…

As the song plays, you lay your head out on the passenger door, feeling that deep misplaced nostalgic feeling that only that one certain emotion can give you. The lush, bright green scenery passes you in a blur as the sun peeks over the horizon, threatening the purple sky into a violent shade of pink.

“I barely even know him…..”

All of the changes Noah’s witnessed in Rafe paled in comparison to what he now saw in you, his only sister. If there’s one thing Noah knows most in the world, even better than his own self, it’s you. His response is so quiet you hardly hear him yet the words resonate just as hard.

“I think you know him a lot better than you think you do...”

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