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Thinking about John Price and his cute little assistant (reader) who ends up pregnant.Â
A/N: Guys i was inspired while scrolling on the john price x reader tag, this legit came to me as a vision and now i have to write it (I plan on expanding on this idea so just stay with me!!!!)
Imagine being John Price's cute little assistant, just the sweetest little thing that John is kinda obsessed with. Like don't get me wrong she is amazing at her job, smart, put together and well organized and John does feel that her addition has been a positive one, taking some pressure off his shoulders and making sure his team is always prepared for whatever they are doing. She is very good at what she does, but that doesnât stop John from admiring her. He knows he shouldn't be bit, he can't help it, she's young and sweet and a little bit innocent and he just wants to protect and love her all the time.Â
In the beginning she was shy, only addressing him as sir and knocking on his door hesitantly whenever she needed to speak to him but gradually their boundaries became less and less. More often than not she works out of his office, whether heâs there or not, he insists on buying her an early lunch when she lets slip that she didn't have breakfast that morning. He has even picked her up from a night out once or twice, a little bit tipsy and calling the most trusted person she can think of that just happened to be her boss. He takes care of her as well, helping her get her makeup and clothes off before tucking her into her bed with a bottle of water and pain killers for the morning. He doesn't mention it when he sees her next, knowing how embarrassed she will be when he tells her the loneliness her tipsy self admitted.Â
When she starts to get sick John is having absolutely none of it, driving her home and ordering her to take some time off (he even visits later that night to bring her some soup for her stomach). He doesn't expect her to look so sad when she comes back supposedly better from her âfluâ, he doesn't expect to see her eyes shine with tears when he asks âwhat's wrong babygirl?â. He sits them down on the couch in his office together, putting an arm over her and pulling her close for comfort. He certainly does not expect her to look up at him with those shiny wet eyes and admit she did something bad before crying that she's pregnant. Itâs news to John who never even considered that his girl would be dating (let alone sleeping with) people. When he vocalizes this and she admits that her baby daddy isn't a very good guy, it's over for John.Â
Suddenly he's all over her, promising to be there for her, that she can come to him whenever she needs. And he actually means it. Suddenly sheâs staying in the spare bedroom in his house, not only does it have more room but John can keep an eye on her. She entirely moves into his office working on his desk with him, he gets her a comfy chair so she can be supported in the later months. He gets up to hold her hair back when she has morning sickness and ensures she gets enough nutritious food each day. When she starts showing, oh my god John doesn't know what to do with himself. That little bump peaking out of her tight skirts makes him foam at the mouth. Of course he prioritizes her comfort, insisting she change shoes and stop wearing those uncomfortable looking heels, but he keeps her in her formal work attire for just a little longer, just so he can see her cute tummy poking out of it.Â
Speaking of her bump. He simply can't resist putting his hand on it. He feels so protective over it, best believe he goes feral if anyone tries to touch it. Hell all but breaks loose when his precious baby looks up at him with teary eyes telling him how uncomfortable she was when some rando put their hand on her stomach, (someone definitely lost their job that day). He eventually has her sitting in his lap, cooing over her and reassuring her that they won't get in trouble, that really he is the big boss anyways. He just loves having her there, perched on top of him he rests his head on her shoulder both arms coming around to cradle her now bigger bump.Â
John mandates maternity leave when she starts getting big, maybe around seven months when she spends a lot of her time complaining about back aches and swollen ankles, of course he does what he can to help her but it gets to the point where he knows that she should be resting. He has to basically forcibly put her on leave, reassuring her panics about money by promising to take care of her. And oh boy does he. He gives her foot massages and holds her belly, when she starts outgrowing her clothes best believe he would hand over any of his so she can fit in them more comfortably. He's just all over her, unable to stomach the fact that soon she will have a real live baby. That baby is about to become the most protected baby in the entire world.
That's all I have for now because I fear if I begin rambling about the rest of the 141 neither of us might make it out alive. (just know this baby is going to be so damn spoiled itâs crazy).Â
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i said i was gonna read when u edited and now u given me the signal đ«Ą let's see if i'm ready to let go of pretty maybank and rafe <đ3 âŹïž
Some gave you that lookâyou know, the one that said, âOh, sweetie, you again?ââwhile others just shook their heads, probably wondering when you would finally stop playing caretaker and start looking out for yourself.
maniacally scribbling down this sentence into my notes bc i am in love with how it flows?? i have a writer-crush on u bc of the way u string together words so elegantly
Brand new driverâs license, barely knew how to parallel park, and boom, youâre getting woken up at like 2 a.m. because your dadâs been arrested.
don't even know if im gonna to even talk about the story atp but one of my FAVORITE things about ur writing is how u add these little specific details that makes the characters come alive !!!
It wasnât the first time youâd seen him wasted or bruised up, but this time felt different. This time, it hit you that this was gonna be your life now.
why did this line hit me so deep???
Now, sitting in the small, stuffy waiting room of the sheriffâs department, you glance around, feeling a knot of tension tightening in your stomach, the fluorescent lights doing little to help, making everything appear sterile and unforgiving.
love the word fluorescent lights, could never learn how to spell it without google
JJâs next to you, his leg bouncing like heâs got caffeine running through his veins instead of blood. Youâre already annoyed, and it doesnât help that Rafe is sitting on your other side, looking just as pissed off.
THIS IS MAKING ME GIGGLE SO BADLY THE DYNAMIC TRIO
"You wanna talk about sisters too?"
the way i wentâ
JJ nods, fiddling with his shark tooth necklace, the one youâd given him when he was seven.
u mesh so well with canon events đ©·đââïž
You glance at the two men beside you, each representing a different part of your world. Your brother stubs out his cigarette, glancing over at Rafe with an exaggerated sigh. He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
thought this man was gonna be nice and offer rafe a cigarette but i guess wer're not there yet
Itâs been a month since the nightmare with your dad, and youâve pretty much been living at Rafeâs new place ever since. Sure, youâve got your own house, but it just doesnât feel like home anymore. Rafeâs apartment though? Itâs like your little safe haven now. You donât officially live there, but who are you kidding? Most of your stuff is in his drawers, heâs stocked the bathroom with all your skincare, hair stuff, even a toothbrush. He tried to go all-out, buying you everything, and you kept telling him to stop, but itâs like talking to a wall. You gave up eventually.
so bf of him
âAnyways,â He rolls his eyes, ignoring the way you tried to cut him off, his hand now lightly squeezing your knee, âYou were out there showing off, catching wave after wave. I was so fucking annoyed."
why is this so funny LOLL
âYou know, itâs funny. Back then, I thought you were just this arrogant piece of shit who was always trying too hard to fit in.ââThatâs so sweet.â
im literally gonna miss them sm đ
Wardâs expression turns cold once more, but thereâs a flicker of somethingâmaybe regret, maybe just a reflection of his anger.
FEARRRR
âLetâs go home." You nod, a smile spreading across your face. âYeah, letâs go home.â
such a cute ending <3
FINAL THOUGHTS âą i literally am going to miss them so much, it was such an adventure to read this series (and despite how late it is), and with the new edits, i can just see how much you grown as a writer. it's glorious and im so happy to have been there for the ride! can't wait to read more of ur things and also, how the fuck do u write so fast? i blink and there's 15304 different rafe fics out by you??
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - seven (finale)
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers đ«Ł the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ" + "def some little smut during the enemies part and a long story"
word count: 6.3k
warnings: last chapter <3
Youâve been to Kildare County Sheriffâs Department way more times than you care to admit
Being the oldest kid in your familyâand somehow the only actual adultâyou lost count of how many times you had to drag your dad out of jail between the ages of sixteen and twenty. It felt like a full-time job.
Then there were the countless times youâd been there for your friends.Â
JJ, for instance, had been taken in more than once for public disturbances. It was almost a given that he'd end up in that shithole whenever there was a party or some kind of trouble brewing. You knew every officer by name, and they knew you too. Some gave you that lookâyou know, the one that said, âOh, sweetie, you again?ââwhile others just shook their heads, probably wondering when you would finally stop playing caretaker and start looking out for yourself.
But you always showed up, no matter what, because thatâs what you did. You took care of your own.
The first time you had to pick up your dad, you were sixteen. Brand new driverâs license, barely knew how to parallel park, and boom, youâre getting woken up at like 2 a.m. because your dadâs been arrested. You were shaking the whole time, gripping the steering wheel like your life depended on it, eyes blurry with tears. It wasnât the first time youâd seen him wasted or bruised up, but this time felt different. This time, it hit you that this was gonna be your life now.
You were stuck.
You remember pulling up to the station, parking all kinds of crooked because your hands wouldnât stop trembling. You ran inside, still half-asleep, and the officer at the desk gave you this sad little smile. âHeâs in the back,â he said, like you didnât already know.
When you saw your dad slumped over, bruised, and barely awake, something inside you just... cracked. He looked up, and for a second, he recognized you. âHey, kiddo,â he mumbled, still drunk, still out of it. Back then, there was still some part of him left, some shred of the man he used to be.
You signed the papers, helped him stumble to the car, and drove home in silence while he passed out in the passenger seat. It was the first of so many nights like that. And you knew it wasnât gonna be the last. When you finally pulled into the driveway, you helped him inside and onto the couch. He mumbled a thank you before passing out, his snores filling the room.
Now, sitting in the small, stuffy waiting room of the sheriffâs department, you glance around, feeling a knot of tension tightening in your stomach, the fluorescent lights doing little to help, making everything appear sterile and unforgiving.
You wish you could be anywhere but here.
JJâs next to you, his leg bouncing like heâs got caffeine running through his veins instead of blood. Youâre already annoyed, and it doesnât help that Rafe is sitting on your other side, looking just as pissed off.
âWill you stop bouncing your leg JJ?â You grit out, already irritated from waiting longer than an hour.
âWhy the fuck did he have to come?â JJ mutters, throwing daggers at Rafe with his eyes.
âJJ, not now.â You put your hand on his arm, trying to keep him from starting something. The last thing you need is another fight.
JJ glares, but his jaw clenches shut. âThis is so messed up,â he grumbles.
âMessed up is leaving your sister alone with your drunk piece of shit father.â
âLike I knew he was there, you dumbass?â JJ shoots back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
âMaybe stop leaving her alone.â
âOh, here we go,â you mutter, feeling the tension rise again. The last thing you need right now is for these two to start another fight.
Ever since JJ came back to the mainland only to pick you up from Taneyhill, things had beenâŠtense. It was one thing to talk about you and Rafe, it was a completely different thing to see you together.
You know your brother hates every second of it.Â
âOh, but you wanna talk about drunk pieces of shit? How many times did your daddy bail you out?âÂ
Rafeâs eyes narrow, his fists clenching, âHow many times did you make your sister bail you out, huh?â
"You wanna talk about sisters too?"
You shut your eyes, attempting to ignore the way theyâre clawing each otherâs throats out with tainted insults. It was a miracle they're standing in the same room without killing each other, but you can only take so much. Itâs like theyâre about to throw punches, right there in the middle of the sheriffâs office.
"Shut the fuck up Maybank."
âFuck you, Cameron!â JJ snaps, standing up so fast his chair skids backward, âYou think youâre better than us?â
Rafe stands up too, stepping closer to JJ, âBetter than you? Yes.â
âDonât act like youâre doing this for her,â JJ scoffs. âYouâve never helped anyone but yourself, you manipulative asshole.â
âThatâs enough,â you snap, standing up and stepping between them, pushing them apart. Your voice is shaking with frustration. âYou two are going to shut the fuck up or take this shit outside. Itâs nine in the morning. I didnât get a wink of sleep, and Iâm not gonna sit here and hear you two bitch it you.â Â
JJ glares at Rafe over your shoulder. âWe donât need this assholeâs help. We can handle it ourselves.â
Rafe sneers. âHandle it? Like youâve handled everything else?â
Your brother lunges forward, but you push him back, your voice shaking. âSit your ass down or leave, Iâm not going to repeat myself.â
They both just stare at you, their harsh words still hanging in the air of this stuffy room. The tension is almost suffocating, but there's no way youâre letting them keep tearing each other apart. Youâre exhausted, emotionally and physically drained. The last thing you need right now is to play mediator between them⊠again.
Rafe finally sits down, arms crossed, biting his tongueâfor your sake, you know. JJâs sitting too now, still fidgeting like he always does, tapping his fingers against the armrest.
"Look," you say, your voice still firm, "We're here for a reason. Let's just get through this and get out, okay?"
Your brother just grunts, glaring at the wall like itâs personally offended him. Rafe lets out a sigh and gives you the tiniest nod, like a reluctant âfine.â You sit back down, feeling a bit of the weight in your chest ease up. Rafe leans in and gently takes your hand, mouthing, "Iâm sorry." You give it a little squeezeâapology accepted, for now.
JJ notices but looks away too quickly for you to read him. You know heâs pissed, but at least for the moment, heâs staying quiet.
The minutes crawl by, each one feeling like forever, and finally, a cop shows up at the door, calling your name. The three of you stand up at the same time, and Rafe and JJ follow behind you, silent but close, as you walk down the hallway.
The clanging of barred doors shutting behind you makes your stomach twist, and you eventually end up in a small interrogation room. The officer gestures to a chair, "Take a seat." He heads off to get paperwork, and you glance at Rafe, whoâs watching you like heâs afraid you might disappear. You know he wonât relax until your dad is completely out of the picture.
Your brother, on the other hand, leans against the wall with crossed arms, a brooding expression on his face. He's always been protective, even if his way of showing it often led to clashes with others. You wish things could be different.
Officer Malcom comes back with a stack of papers, but before you can even look at them, Rafeâs lawyer, Mr. Johnson, walks in. Rafe's had him on speed dial since the whole mess started, and honestly, he's been a lifesaver. He sits beside you, reviewing the papers calmly, and just having him there makes everything feel a little less scary.
âAlright, folks, let's go through this step by step. The first form here is the petition for a temporary restraining order. It outlines the incidents and reasons for seeking protection.â
âAre these incidents documented with the sherrifâs office?â Mr. Johnson's expertise is evident in the way he examines the document meticulously.
âYes, sir. We have reports dating back toâ" Officer Malcom stops for a second, checking the data, âAbout eight years ago, give or take.â
Rafeâs head snaps in your direction, brows furrowed, clearly pissed off that this has been going on for that long without anyone doing anything. You try to ignore it, focusing on the papers in front of you instead.
âWhat happens after I file this?
âOnce filed, a judge will review the petition. If approved, a temporary restraining order will be issued, usually effective immediately. Then, there'll be a hearing within a few weeks to determine if a permanent order is necessary.â
âWhat if he doesn't abide by the temporary order?âÂ
The officer only nods sympathetically. âViolating a restraining order is a criminal offense. He could face fines, jail time, or both.â
Rafeâs still looking at you, âDoes she have to serve him personally with these papers?â
âItâs crucial that heâs officially notified. We handle that part, though.â
Rafeâs lawyer is taking notes when he speaks up again, âIf he contests the order, heâll have the opportunity to present his side at the hearing. Both parties can bring witnesses or evidence. But based on your fatherâs behavior, thatâs unlikely.â
You hope to God he doesnât. The thought of seeing him again makes you feel like you might throw up. You take a deep breath, hands itching to twirl a piece of your hair.
âHow long does the process usually take?â
You feel a hand touch your shoulder, gently tightening the grip around the skin, you donât have to look back to know itâs Rafe. By now you know the lines and the ridges of his hands as if they are your own.
"The timeline can vary, but typically, from filing to the hearing, it might take a few weeks. It depends on the court's schedule and any potential delays."
You nod, absorbing the information while trying to steady your breathing. None of this feels real. Not the legal stuff, not the fact that this could actually be over soon. As the conversation continues, Mr. Johnson outlines the next steps clearly, discussing what will happen during and after the hearing.Â
The officer quickly gathers the papers in his hands, âIâll get everything started then. Just a moment.â
As he leaves to process the paperwork, a brief silence settles over the room. You exchange glances with JJ and Rafe, both of them entirely too interested of the concrete floor.Â
âThis is the right thing to do, right?â
You know it is. Youâve known for years, but itâs still hard to understand how it came to this. Your life couldâve been so different.Â
JJ nods, fiddling with his shark tooth necklace, the one youâd given him when he was seven. âYeah. He shouldnât be able to just...â He trails off shaking his head.
Rafe squeezes your shoulder once more, then lowers himself to your level and plants a quick peck on your temple, âYouâve got this. Itâll be okay.â
Mr. Johnson finally puts his pen away, turning to you, âIâll stay on top of the filings and keep you updated on any developments.â
This moment is a culmination of years of struggle. It's daunting, but youâre not alone.Â
 "Thank you.â
JJ shifts his weight, his agitation visible. "I hate this," he mutters.Â
"I know," you reply, not knowing what else to say.
The door swings open again, and Officer Malcom re-enters, holding a stack of papers. "Alright," he says, handing you a pen. "Just sign here, and we'll get this process started."
You take the pen with shaky hands, knowing thereâs no going back after this. As you sign your name, you can't help but sigh in relief.
This is a step towards freedom.
Rafe watches you intently, his eyes full of concern. He reaches out, placing a hand on your back, a little reminder that he's here for you. JJ stands close by, his protective instincts on high alert.
After you finish signing, Officer Malcom takes the papers and gives you a reassuring nod. "We'll take care of the rest. You should hear from us soon about the next steps."
You stand up, feeling a little lighter, but the emotional toll of the day still kicks your ass. As you make your way out of the room, Rafe keeps a steady hand on your back, guiding you.
Once outside, the morning sun feels almost blinding after the harsh fluorescent lights of the station. JJ immediately lights a cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling with a sigh.Â
Rafe looks at you, his expression softening. "You're good?"
You nod, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I think so. Thank you for being here, both of you."
JJ smirks, though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Where else would I be?â
You glance at the two men beside you, each representing a different part of your world. Your brother stubs out his cigarette, glancing over at Rafe with an exaggerated sigh. He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
âGotta admit, I never thought I'd see the day when 'Rafe the Retch' would be helping us out.â
A laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it, but you quickly cover it up, turning it into a cough. Youâd forgotten about that one.
Rafeâs eyebrows shoot up. â'Rafe the Retch'? Seriously, what the fuck?â
âAsk her,â JJ nods in your direction.
âYou called me that shit?â
You bite your lip, âTo be fair, I called you worse things.â
Rfe tilts his head, hands on his hips, âLike what?â
âYou donât want to know.â
The three of you start walking toward the parking lot, as you reach the cars, JJ pulls you into a quick, tight hug. âWeâre gonna get through this,â he murmurs, his voice filled with determination.Â
You hug him back, âI know, Jay.â
Rafe stands a few feet away, watching the exchange with a thoughtful expression. When your brother finally lets you go, he steps closer, âReady to go?â
JJ looks at you, the concern in his eyes clear. "I gotta head to work. Do you want a ride home? It's on the way.â
You glance at Rafe, then back at JJ, sensing his reluctance. âNo but thank you.â
JJâs shoulders tense, but he nods, trying to hide his disappointment. "Alright. Just... call me if you need anything, okay?"
You smile, appreciating his concern. "I will. Drive safe."
He nods again, glancing one more time at Rafe before getting into his truck and driving off. You watch him go, knowing that things are still far from being okay between the two of you.
You know heâs never going to change his opinion about Rafe, maybe not until he witnesses the changes in him, but you hope that one day theyâll find some common ground. Itâs a lot to ask from your brother, you know that, and itâs why you never push him.Â
âYou sure youâre doing okay?â
You nod, leaning into Rafe now that he stands behind you, âYeah, just a little tired.â
He wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards his car, âDid you get any sleep last night?â
"Barely," you admit. "Just couldn't stop thinking about today.â
He unlocks the car, opening the passenger door for you. "Well, now that it's done, you can rest. Iâll even put that bullshit show you like.â
You gasp ready to punch him in the shoulder, but by the time you turn heâs already on the other side of the car, âLove Island is not a stupid show!â
He chuckles as he starts the engine. "If you say so.â
âYou watch it too.â
âOnly because you force me to,â Rafe counters, a playful glint in his eyes.
Itâs been a month since the nightmare with your dad, and youâve pretty much been living at Rafeâs new place ever since. Sure, youâve got your own house, but it just doesnât feel like home anymore. Rafeâs apartment though? Itâs like your little safe haven now. You donât officially live there, but who are you kidding? Most of your stuff is in his drawers, heâs stocked the bathroom with all your skincare, hair stuff, even a toothbrush. He tried to go all-out, buying you everything, and you kept telling him to stop, but itâs like talking to a wall. You gave up eventually.
As he pulls out of the parking lot, his hand slides over to grab yours. Itâs such a simple thing, but it makes the tight feeling in your chest ease a little. Youâre both quiet for most of the drive, but itâs not awkward or anything. Itâs actually kind of nice. You never imagined heâd be so...attached. Things between you are still...somewhat undefined, but it definitely feels like a relationship. That thought is pushed to the back of your mind for now. It's just not the right moment to talk about itânot with his fatherâs trial only weeks away and your own dad still recovering in the hospital.
When you pull up to his apartment, the building feels familiar in a way that makes your stomach flip. He hops out of the car and, as usual, rushes around to open your door for you. Itâs such a small thing, but it always makes your heart race.
Once inside, the place feels so different from the craziness of the day. Itâs cozy, warm, and just... safe. You kick off your shoes and flop onto the couch, sinking into the cushions.
âWanna watch your show?â Rafe asks, giving you that half-smile youâve come to love.
You chuckle, feeling lighter than you have all day. âAnd you say you donât love it.â
He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, navigating to the show. As the familiar theme song starts playing, you snuggle closer to him, finding comfort in the routine. It's all trashy drama and ridiculous contestants, but itâs the distraction you desperately need. Rafeâs arm stays around you, like always. But as the episode progresses, your eyelids grow heavy. The events of the day, combined with the sleepless night, catch up to you. You feel yourself drifting off, your head resting against Rafeâs chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm lulling you to sleep.
âRest, baby,â he murmurs, his voice a soothing whisper. âIâve got you.â
Next thing you know, you wake up to the smell of something cooking. Blinking your eyes open, you realize Rafeâs in the kitchen, and the living room is dimly lit. A blanket slips off your shoulders as you sit up, and when you look over, heâs already smiling at you.
Youâve seen him smile more times over the past month than all the years you had âknownâ him combined. It looks good on him, makes him look younger.Â
Stretching, you ask, âWhatâs all this?â
âDinner. Figured you could use a good meal,â he says casually, like itâs no big deal that heâs cooked for you.
You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. âLook at you, Chef Rafe.â
Ever since he moved in on his own, heâs been slowly learning how to take care of himself. Youâve caught him watching cooking and deep cleaning videos more times you can count. You find it endearing. It makes your chest ache, in a good way, to watch him slowly turn into his own person, not the Rafe his father shaped him to be.
He chuckles, giving you a quick forehead kiss. âEat before it gets cold.â
You sit down, and the first bite has you practically moaning. He snorts at your reaction, but you can tell heâs proud of himself. As you eat, though, you notice he seems a little off. His shoulders are tight, and thereâs something in his eyes that makes you pause. You reach across the table, placing your hand over his.
"What is it?â
âNothing.â
âRafe. Whatâs wrong?â
He hesitates, then sighs. âGot a call from my lawyer. About Ward.â
The mention of his dad sends a chill down your spine. âWhat about him?â
Rafeâs thumb brushes your knuckles as he looks down. âHe wants to talk.â
âDo you want to talk to him?â
Rafe's jaw tightens, and he lets out a slow breath. âYeah. But every time Iâve tried to stand up to him, itâs backfired."
You squeeze his hand, âHe canât hurt you anymore, you know that, right? You're not the same person you were before," you remind him gently. "You've grown so much, Rafe. Youâve made your own life."
He looks up at you, his gaze softening. The intensity in his eyes is clearâvulnerability, determination, and a deep-seated fear. It's as if heâs silently pleading for your reassurance, for the strength to face his demons.
âYou think so?â
It's in the way his eyes become softer when they meet yours, the slight quiver in his lips, the way he holds your hand just a little tighter.
âWouldnât be here if I didnât.â
âOkay. IâŠIâll think about it.â
The two of you finish dinner, the conversation shifting to lighter topic. After cleaning up, you find yourselves back on the couch, the TV playing quietly in the background.Â
Everything feels so domestic it pulls at your heartstrings. And it hits you how much you love this, just being here with him.
But you can still feel the tension rolling off him. You turn to him, tracing little patterns on his chest. âYouâre still worried, huh?â
He sighs, throwing his head against the cushions, his hand coming up to rest on yours. "Yeah. Iâm scared talking to him will pull me back into that dark place.â
You press a kiss to his clothed chest. âYou wonât go back there. Not while Iâm here.â
He tightens his hold on you, âYou know youâre too good for this world. Itâs ridiculous.â
You narrow your eyes, âAm not.â
âYeah, you are, Pretty Maybank.â
There it is. That nickname. âYou know thatâs so stupid, right?â
He grins, completely unbothered. âYou love it.â
You nudge him with your elbow. âI tolerate it.â
He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. âFits you perfectly.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the grin tugging at your lips.
âIf you say so.â
His eyes soften as he looks at you, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand. âI do.â
âShup up,â You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. âDonât even know how you came up with that shit.â
Rafe laughs, the sound low and rumbling, his hand moving to rub your leg. âItâs really stupid.â
You raise an eyebrow, teasing. ââCourse it is.â
âRemember when we were fourteen, and we were both at the beach for that huge surf competition? You were this cocky, skilled little girl with an ego bigger than the waves.â
âAnd you were a suck-up motherâ"
âAnyways,â He rolls his eyes, ignoring the way you tried to cut him off, his hand now lightly squeezing your knee, âYou were out there showing off, catching wave after wave. I was so fucking annoyed."
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. âOh, so you were secretly in awe of me?â
âMaybe,â he admits with a sheepish grin. âOr maybe I was just bitter because you made me look bad.â
âI made everyone look bad.â
âOkay, Gabriel Medina. You were out there showing off, making everyone watch you like you owned the ocean. All the boys were ogling you, calling you pretty, and you were loving every second of it.â
You smirk, remembering the day. "I was pretty good, wasnât I?â
âGood?â He snorts, shaking his head as his fingers trail up and down your thigh. âYou were more than good, you were unreal.â
"Yeah, yeah, so how does that tie into the nickname?â
âYou came out of the water, hair all messy, sand on your skin, but you had this huge smile. One of the boys called you 'Pretty Maybank,' and you just laughed, brushing it off. But Iâ I guess I remembered it. It fit you.â
You blink, momentarily thrown off, "I...I didnât know you remembered that."
âYouâre kinda hard to forget Maybank.â
Your heart flutters at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it hard to breathe, âShut up.â
He leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, his hand cradling the back of your head. It only lasts a few seconds, before youâre pulling away, mumbling against his lips.
 âYou know, itâs funny. Back then, I thought you were just this arrogant piece of shit who was always trying too hard to fit in.â
âThatâs so sweet.â
You cup his face, brushing your thumbs across his cheeks, âHmm. You were always showing off, too.â
âWell,â he drawls, pulling you a little closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, âWe both grew out of that phase. Mostly.â
âMostly,â you agree with a grin. âBut I guess some things never change.â
âYeah,â He doesn't take his eyes off your face, âSome things donât change.Â
Thereâs a brief silence, filled with the quiet sound of the TV and the comfortable presence of each other. His fingers continue to trace patterns on your hand, and you can feel his earlier stress easing if only a little.
âI donât want to mess this up,â He admits quietly, âWith you.â
âWeâve come this far, havenât we?â
Rafeâs fingers gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, âYeah, we have.â
âIâll keep you in check, Cameron.â
He holds you tighter, his breath mingling with yours. âYou're too good for me, yâknow that?â
You laugh, âI know.â
Before you can react, his fingers are dancing across your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You squeal, wriggling and trying to escape his grasp, but heâs relentless.
"Rafe!â You gasp between fits of laughter.
"Say sorry,â he demands, his fingers still working their magic.
"Never!" you manage to choke out, tears of laughter streaming down your face.
He grins wickedly, the movement driving your tummy insane.
"Wrong answer."
You squirm in his grip, the tickling intensifying. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" you finally relent, breathless and giggling.
Rafe stops, his hands coming to rest on your waist. His grin is triumphant, but there's a softness in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. "That's what I thought," he muses, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You catch your breath, still smiling. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be a tough guy, youâre surprisingly good at this domestic stuff."
He chuckles, pulling you closer until you're nestled against him.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me, Pretty Maybank."
"I like this," you admit softly. "Being here with you, just... us."
"Me too," Rafe murmurs, his hand gently stroking your hair. "Feels right, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does.â
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Three weeks later, Rafe finally agrees to visit Ward in prison.
His lawyer arranged the meeting, emphasizing the importance of having this conversation to find closure. Despite your protests, Rafe insisted on doing this alone. Plus, prison's security measures are stringent, and thereâs no way you could accompany him inside.
Instead, youâre stuck waiting outside, the anxiety killing you slowly. You're sitting on a bench outside the high-security prison, your foot tapping nervously against the ground.
The sun is blazing, making the wait even more unbearable. You wish you could be in there with him, supporting him. You glance at the ugly building, feeling desperate to get the hell away. Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your thoughts. Itâs a text from JJ.
"how's it going?"
You quickly type back.
"he just went in. kinda losing my mind out here."
"heâll be okay. devil spawn and all yk".
"not helping???"
"my bad sis, just trying to lighten the mood. seriously though, he's got this."
You sigh, putting your phone down and glancing around the barren surroundings. The high walls and barbed wire of the prison seem to loom even larger now. Time drags on, every minute feels like an hour. You find yourself looking at the entrance every few seconds, hoping to see Rafe walk out.
Inside, Rafe is led through a maze of corridors, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the cold concrete walls. The guards are stoic, their faces expressionless as they guide him to the visitation room. His heart pounds in his chest, but he forces himself to stay calm, to stay focused. He's going to be just fine.
When he finally walks in the room, he sees Ward already seated, the older man looking surprisingly composed. Of course he'd care about his appearance even when he's locked up. There's a glass partition between them, with phones on either side for communication. Rafe sits down, picking up the phone with a shaky hand. He wishes you were here.Â
Ward's eyes are piercing as they lock onto Rafe's. "Look who finally decided to visit," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Took you time, boy."
Rafe takes a deep breath. This is it.
"Only came to tell you something."
Ward raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Oh? And what's that? That youâre an ungrateful piece of shit?â
Ignore him, your voice echoes in his head. He knew Ward was going to try to get a rise out of him and he hates that it might work.
"I'm done," Rafe says, his voice steady. "You don't control me anymore."
âAfter everything I've done for you?"
Rafe's grip on the phone tightens. "You didn't do shit for me. You did it for yourself."
Ward leans forward, his eyes narrowing. "You have no idea what you're talking about, boy. You need me."
"No, I don't," Rafe retorts, âNo one needs you.â
Ward's eyes flash with anger, but he quickly masks it with a calculating smile. "Is that what you really think, son? That you can just walk away from everything? From me?"
Rafe feels a rush of anger fighting it's way up his throat, but he holds it back, remembering your words. He takes another breath, steadying himself, âI donât care.â
Ward's smile fades, replaced by a sneer. "You think you're so strong now, don't you? Do you think you can survive out there without my influence? The world is a cruel place, Rafe. You won't last a day. You think that Maybank trash is gonna solve all your problems, huh?â
âYouâre not getting under my skin.â
Ward's eyes narrow further, and he leans in closer to the glass, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, itâs about her now, is it? What makes you think sheâll be any better for you than I was? She doesnât know you like I do."
Rafeâs temper flares, but he forces himself to stay calm. He canât take the bait.
"Keep her out of this.â
âYou think youâre so righteous, so superior. Youâll need more than just some girl to get you through.â
âI donât need you,â Rafe insists, his voice firm. âI never did.âÂ
Wardâs expression turns cold once more, but thereâs a flicker of somethingâmaybe regret, maybe just a reflection of his anger. âYou can pretend youâre free, but you know Iâm not so easily forgotten.â
Rafe takes a deep breath, forcing himself to stay composed. âI donât need to hear anything else from you. Iâm done.â
âYou wonât be able to keep her safe.â
He knew the conversation wouldnât be longer than five minutes.
He stands up abruptly, the phone clattering against the partition as he drops it. He doesn't need to hear Ward any more. He turns his back on his father and walks out of the room, the door clanging shut behind him. As he walks back through the maze of corridors, his thoughts turn to you, knowing youâre outside overthinking and ready to hug the live out of him.Â
Heâs striding to you the moment he sees you. You're still on the bench, trying to distract yourself with your phone, but itâs no use. You jump up, rushing over to him. Youâre always so endearing to him it pains him to know he hurt you so badly over the years.
âYou okay?â
Rafeâs arms wrap around you, finally breathing normally. His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, âYeah. Iâm okay.â
You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as if you can protect him from the Wardâs harshness. âI was going crazy waiting out here.â
âSorry for making you wait,â Rafe murmurs, his voice muffled against your shoulder.Â
âI donât care,â You pull back slightly, your hands moving to cup his face. Your fingers trace the lines of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble beneath your touch, âYou did what you needed to do. And Iâm proud of you.â
He smiles a small, tired smile that doesnât reach his eyes, âNeeded to hear that. Thank you.â
You nod, your thumb brushing against his cheek. âFor what?â you ask, leaning into him again. âYou did great, baby. You stood up to him. That takes so much strength.â
You take his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as you lead him away from the prison. His grip is strong, his palm warm against yours. The two of you walk in silence for a moment, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath your feet. You glance at him, noting the way his shoulders have relaxed a litte.
âI felt it. Like a weight lifting off me. Itâs not completely gone, but itâs lighter.â
You stop walking, turning to face him fully. Your free hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. It had grown so much over the past few weeks. âAnd itâll keep getting lighter,â you assure him.Â
âYou think?â
âI know. Youâll keep needing to stand up to him,â you acknowledge, âBut it will get easier each time.â
His hand brushes a stray hair from your face, copying your earlier movement. âAnd youâll be here with me?â
âAlways.â
Rafeâs expression softens, the hard edges smoothed away by the promise in your words. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
His lips linger there.
âYou really are too good for me,â he murmurs against your skin, the sound blending with the hum of the car engines in the distance.
âI know.â
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. The intensity in his gaze takes your breath away, but itâs a different kind of intensity than youâre used to seeing in him. Itâs softer, more open, and entirely focused on you.
âLetâs go home."
You nod, a smile spreading across your face. âYeah, letâs go home.â
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good luck charm: bonus drabble
come and get your love
summary: after a hard day, you do something to cheer evan up.
word count: 1.6k
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a/n: this might be stupid, but it was fun to write and i think itâs cute so sue me!! sigh, i miss good luck charm evan, and i'm sorry this took so long, i just couldn't think of any scenarios i really wanted to tell. if you have any drabble ideas for this series, i'm happy to hear them! enjoy<33
warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader
Youâre in the bedroom putting away some laundry when you hear the front door slam, and you jump in surprise, a frown making its way onto your face immediately. You know exactly what that door slam means; Evan has had a bad day.Â
âHi, baby.â you say, peeking your head over the railing and looking at him in the kitchen getting some water. You offer him a small smile when he looks up at you, and although he gives you a smile back, you can tell itâs fake even from up in the loft. It doesnât quite reach his eyes, and you sigh sadly.
When you make it to the bottom of the stairs and walk towards him standing near the fridge, you wrap your arms around his neck and raise up onto your toes to give him a kiss. You feel the way he melts into your embrace, and itâs almost as if you can feel all of the stress radiating off of his body; itâs practically suffocating you, and you canât even imagine how he feels.
âRough day?â you ask, and he nods once, jaw clenched.
Heâs been working extremely hard the past few weeks at the LAFD training academy, and while he comes home most days exhausted but content, thereâs some days where he can get overwhelmed.
âYou have no idea.â he tells you, his hands finding their way to your hips. You give him a sad smile, then pull him down for another kiss, hoping to get him to relax a little bit more.
âDo you want to talk about it?â He huffs at your question, thinking for a moment. He knows it would be better to get it out of his system, but he doesnât want to dump it all on you. He knows how hard youâve been working at your new job, and he doesnât want you worrying about him as well.
âHey, we donât keep stuff in, thatâs not what we do. You told me that.â you urge him softly when he doesnât reply right away. He sighs, a smile fighting its way onto his face at your reminder. He nods after a moment, looking into your eyes and rubbing his thumb across your cheek.
âThe physical stuff is fine, Iâm passing everything easily. Just- The instructors say stuff; try to get into your head. It just got to me today.â he explains with a frown. You nod your head as he speaks, keeping your gaze locked with his. When heâs finished you tilt your head to the side, waiting for him to continue, but when he doesnât, you raise your brows.
âDo you want to tell me what they said today that got you so worked up?â you urge. You donât necessarily want to push him, but you know that he needs to talk it out, so you keep your eyes on him, as if pleading with him to tell you.
âWe were doing this drill today, and there were a bunch of dummies. They gave them all back stories to make them feel real. I donât know, I guess I just got caught up in it and in my mind they were real people, because they will be one day. I tried to go back into the building even when some of the other guys let the fire get out of hand because there were still a few dummies left in the building, and some guys had to hold me back.â he says in one big breath, and you follow along with furrowed brows, hoping heâll continue.
âWell, they know I have you, and I guess they picked up on the fact that I was thinking about you the whole time; thinking about you in there. They were just saying stuff about me not being able to save you because of my mistakes, and about you having to plan my funeral because I got reckless on the job and I got myself killed.â he continues after a moment. He chews on the inside of his cheek as he waits for you to reply, and your eyes soften at his admission.Â
You shake your head, bringing his head down to rest your foreheads against each other with your hand on the back of his neck. You keep him there for a moment in silence, trying to gather your thoughts before you reply.
âMy love, your heart is what will make you a good firefighter. You care so much about people. And I have no doubt that youâd be able to save me if you had to, because youâre smart, and capable, and you love so deeply. And Iâm not gonna lie, the thought of you getting hurt on the job has crossed my mind, but I know that youâre gonna fight to come home everyday, arenât you?â He nods immediately, brows furrowing.
âOf course, I will. You know I will.â he replies, and you smile.
âThen Iâm not too worried. Worry about actually finishing your training first, and then weâll talk about you dying on the job, okay? Because I guarantee that when you start at an actual station, youâll trust your team a lot more than the recruits. You canât even imagine all the stories my dad has told me about the people he had to train with.â you tell him with a small laugh. You can still see a bit of hesitancy in his eyes as he tells you that youâre right, so you lead him to the couch and sit him down.
âI know exactly what you need.â you tell him when he sits down, then turn and grab your phone off the kitchen counter.
A small, real smile finally makes its way to his face when he sees you scrolling through your phone, knowing exactly what youâre about to do. When one of you has a bad day, the other always does something to make the other smile. He doesnât even remember when or how this tradition started, but he does know that it always makes him smile regardless of how many times you do it.
His smile widens when he hears the beginning to Redboneâs Come and Get Your Love from the speaker connected to the tv, and you turn from your spot in the kitchen to face him.
You walk over to him as the beat starts, moving your shoulders in time with each step and fighting back a smile, and when the singing starts, you grab the tv remote off the coffee table and begin to lip sync into it.
He watches as you dance to the music with a wide smile, watching the way you move your hips in time with the music, and he can already feel himself start to feel better. He chuckles when you grab one of his hands and duck down to spin under his arm, and when you turn back to face him, you drop his hand and back up a few feet.
When the chorus starts, you continue lip syncing as you raise your hand in a âcome hereâ motion, rolling your body in time with the beat. He gets up off the couch, keeping his eyes locked with yours, then grabs your hips, pulling you against him.Â
You both sway to the music with smiles on your face. You can tell that he feels better, and youâre extremely grateful. You know how stressful the job can be, and you only hope you can help him through it as much as you can.Â
The song finally ends, and he lifts you up with his hands going to the backs of your thighs, and you giggle as you wrap your legs around his waist.
âYou always know what to do, princess.â he says with a grin, and all you can do is lean down to press your lips to his.Â
âI know what else I can do to help you feel better.â you murmur against his lips. You feel his grip tightening on the back of your thighs, and he groans, pulling back from your lips to look at you with blown pupils.
âIâm keeping you in bed until tomorrow morning.â he teases, then sets you back down onto the ground. He then grabs your waist and turns you towards the stairs, then pushes you forward gently, but not before giving your ass a firm smack. You yelp at the contact, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder as he speaks.
âGo upstairs, princess. Iâll be right up.âÂ
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, but obey and walk towards the stairs.
âIâm ordering takeout, gonna see what I can do before it gets here.â he teases, and you laugh softly, rolling your eyes.
His eyes dart between your ass as you walk up the stairs, and his phone, and when heâs finally placed the order, he races up the stairs two at a time.Â
He grins when he sees that youâre already naked, sprawled out on the bed and sitting up on your elbows waiting for him. He groans as he takes off his shirt, then unzips his pants, and then heâs on you in an instant, lips attaching to your neck.
âHow could I do this without you, princess?â he whispers against your neck, goosebumps erupting on your skin as his hot breath hits your neck.
âYouâd be lost without me.â you tease as you tilt your head back. You feel him grinding against you as he chuckles, and you lower your chin to meet his gaze when he leans back to look at you.
âDamn right, I would.â
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Why do female protagonists complain about their looks? I was reading a novel a friend recommended and within the first few pages the narrator is complaining that her eyes are the color of mud, her hair is boring and brown, she has freckles, etc. Is this supposed to make them relatable? I don't particularly like my freckles but it's not something I think about more than once or twice a year. It's just annoying and a downer when the character does this.
It's because girls in books (... and girls in real life...) are supposed to walk this tightrope where of course they are beautiful (because beauty = value.) But they can't seem like they're trying to look beautiful (because trying to be beautiful = vanity, shallowness, a kind of girly femininity that's either childish, pathetic, or sinister.) The Stepsisters are trying to be beautiful. Cinderella just is beautiful. Dress her in a potato sack and roll her around in mud, she'd still be more beautiful.
This is where the "protagonist who doesn't think they're beautiful" thing comes from. Obviously if they don't think they're beautiful, then they're not trying to be beautiful, with all the negative junk surrounding that. So you get these annoying descriptions where a regular or even cute-sounding person will say "ugh, I have eyes the color of mud and hate my freckles," not "I have brown eyes and freckles." (Bet you five dollars the love interest thinks her freckles are adorable, and gets lost in her deep, dark doe eyes.) Also - "mud colored eyes" is such a strange thing to think about yourself? If the author wanted to commit to writing about someone who actually had body image issues - then the internal narrative would be my skin sucks and I'm too fat. But that's a little too real: the reader can't actually think the protagonist is unattractive.
Which is too bad, when you have a female protagonist who is just isn't very attractive, that can be fantastic. In Jane Eyre, it's important that Jane is sort of unfortunate looking - it effects how people treat her, the sort of jobs she can get, but it also lets her fly under the radar and be invisible in way that would be impossible if she were more beautiful.
I tend to prefer descriptions that stress - how people move, or what they're wearing, because that reveals character in a way that "brown hair" just doesn't. I want to hear about a character's attractiveness if they are so remarkably attractive (or unattractive) that it affects how other people treat/perceive them. Same way someone might treat a character differently if they had a dramatic scar, or looked a lot younger than they actually were, or were a different ethnicity from the rest of the cast. Just give me a handful of their most distinguishing characteristics, and you don't have to do it on the first page.
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letter of the heart | s.jy
summary - when y/n finds a love letter at her locker, she has no idea who it's from, so she asks her best friend, jake, for help with what to say. jake, being the good friend he is, jumps in-giving advice, joking around, and even offering to "practice" her responses
pairings - jake x fem!reader
genre - highschool au, bestfriends to lovers, fluff
warning - jakeâs a cute idiot <3
belleâs note - this is a continuation from @levandrightâs work, make sure to read it first before reading mine <3
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after the day at lunch when you teased jake about knowing the letterâs author, the days that follow become a playful back-and-forth. jake is sure youâve figured it out, but every time he works up the courage to confess, you give him a flirty look or make a teasing comment that throws him off completely.
one afternoon, as you and jake study together in the library, you casually slide the letter across the table. âso, jake, do you think my secret admirer has noticed that i havenât written back?â you ask, feigning innocence.
jake blushes and stammers, trying to play it cool. âuh, well, maybe theyâre, you know⊠waiting. for you to notice.â
you smile slyly. âis that what youâd do?â
jake nearly chokes. âiâi mean, i donât know. probably?â
other moments leave him just as flustered. during lunch, you read a line aloud and tease, âyou make me believe in all the little things that make life beautiful. isnât that sweet?â jake almost spills his drink, his laugh a little too forced. âoh, uh, yeah⊠really sweet.â you lean in, eyes sparkling. âif it were you, how would you want me to respond?â his blush deepens. âuh⊠maybe something simple⊠like, âthanks, that means a lot?ââ you pat his arm, pretending to think it over. âhmm. or maybe i should say, âiâd love to know more about these little things.â just to keep him guessing.â
each teasing remark leaves jake in a fresh shade of red, more flustered and more convinced that you know. but you never say it outright, leaving him caught in an endless loop of nerves and excitement.
finally, you decide to end his suffering. that evening, you sit down and write jake a letter of your own. you keep it simple but sweet.
dear jake,
every time you help me with âadviceâ about my secret admirerâs letter, i canât help but feel like you know a little too much about how they feel. so, hereâs my reply to that mysterious person who said i made their world brighter.
youâve brightened mine too. i hope youâll meet me by the school gate tomorrow afternoon so i can finally say this in person.
much love,
y/n
the next day, jake is jittery with nerves. when he finds the note tucked into his bag, he reads it once, twice, and then once more, his heart thundering. you⊠feel the same? his mind races as he realizes this isnât one-sided, and he can barely hold in his excitement. he spends the rest of the day watching the clock, ready to run to the gate as soon as the last bell rings.
after school, youâre walking toward the gate when you hear footsteps behind you. before you can turn around, jake is there, slightly out of breath, clutching your letter in his hand.
ây/n,â he blurts out, his voice rushed and filled with nervous energy. âi-i need to tell you something. i wrote the first letter. i didnât mean for you to find it, but then you did, and i was just so nervous, and then you kept bringing it up, and i thought maybe you knew, but you never said anything, so i didnât say anything, andââ
you canât help but smile, watching him ramble on in his adorable, flustered state.
âjake,â you interrupt gently, stepping closer.
he doesnât stop. âand then, i didnât know if youâd be mad or think it was weird, and i was scared you wouldnât want to talk to me anymore, andââ
you place a finger on his lips, stopping him in his tracks. âjake,â you say, a teasing glint in your eye. âyou talk too much.â
then, before he can say another word, you lean up and kiss him softly on the lips, silencing him completely. when you pull back, you see jake staring at you, wide-eyed, his face turning as red as a tomato.
for a moment, heâs speechless, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to process what just happened. then, he lets out a shy, breathless laugh. âso⊠youâre not mad?â
you laugh, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. âmad? jake, i think i mightâve been waiting for you to tell me all along.â
he grins, his nervousness finally melting away. âwell iâm glad you found the letter then.â
you both walk home together, hands brushing until jake shyly takes yours, his cheeks still pink but his smile bright and wide. the teasing and misunderstandings are finally over, leaving just the two of you and a new, sweet beginning.
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have three really great ideas but this one was brainrotting me more so you get this one first. may or may not be inspired by myself and the amount of birthmarks i have personally (i do actually have all the birthmarks listed!) if you guys want a part two for solomon's birthmarks and mc doting on him, let me know. i could make that happen!
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this can read a little suggestive so read with caution! however, i think it's very very cute!! <3
birthmarks
"Hey, Mc." Solomon looked up from the book he was reading. You were seated not too far from him, sitting cross-legged on the ground surrounded by papers you were organizing.
"What's up?" You didn't look up from what you were doing.
"Have you ever heard of any old wives tales behind birthmarks?" He asked.
"Well, that was out of the blue." When you paused, he continued to look at you expectantly. "Yes, I've heard a couple. The first one I thought of were they were how you died in a past life." You let out a snort of laughter at the expression that crossed the sorcerer's face.
"That's not the one I was thinking of." He shook his head.
"Then, you must've been thinking of the one where they're where you've been kissed in a past life. If the death one was the case, I would've had some brutal deaths." You recalled the simple, yet romantic myth where every birthmark was a kiss left by a lover of your past. You much preferred that outlook, even if it wasn't real.
"That's the one. Now, I'm curious..." He trialed off, giving you his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
"You could've just asked in a normal way. You're my partner. Asmo must be rubbing off on you." You got up, and joined him on the sofa.
"No, Asmo would've just asked you to get naked." The two of you giggled together at the idea. In his defense, he was right.
"Do you have any birthmarks?" You wondered how he'd thought to ask something like that in the first place.
"Maybe you'll get to see later, if you're lucky." Solomon winked at you.
"Solomon!" You smacked his arm, to which he pulled you into a hug back.
"Maybe you can help me find each and every one..." He voiced died as the words left his mouth. He ran a thumb over the birthmark on your cheek, his touch gentle. You could tell he'd already moved on from that idea despite how enthralled he'd seemed with it a second ago. "This a cute spot to have one."
You had many birthmarks, but the one on your cheek was the one most easily visible. "Thanks. I must've gotten lots of cheek kisses." You remarked. "Is this the one that got you thinking?" You put a hand over his, which was still on your face.
"You read my mind." You studied his face of oddly deep concentration. While he was looking at you, he didn't even realize he wasn't meeting your gaze. Instead, he seemed to be memorizing your features.
"Compared to the others, this one is small." This comment seemed to snap him out of his stupor.
"Where are the rest?" His hand stayed on your cheek, but seemed ready to move to the next area at any point.
"I've got a fair amount on my arms and hands. There's one on the base knuckle of my right index finger, and another just underneath the first knuckle of my left ring finger." He took both of your hands in his, moving to study them next.
"You were well loved." He threaded your fingers together. "They were sweet to you, and married you." You began to grow shy once you realized the implications of the birthmark on your ring finger, and a little upset with yourself for not realizing that sooner.
"I'd never thought of that." You cleared your throat, and pushed past the mild embarrassment. "I also have one on my left forearm, and one on both of the backs of my shoulders." He let go of your right hand to run his fingers up your arm and to your back, but held steadfast onto your left hand. He remained silent, his lips a thin line.
"I have one over my heart, and one in the center of my chest." You pressed a finger over the center of your chest where you knew the mark was. Solomon's frigid hands settled over your heart. You hoped he couldn't feel how it was racing under his touch.
"Is that all of them?" He finally met your eyes. They were filled with a tenderness you could only place as fondness.
"No, I have a couple more." You took his free hand, and guided it down to where the remaining two were. You knew he'd do it anyways. "I've got one here." You placed his hand on your hip. After steeling your nerves, you guided his hand lower down to your inner thigh. "And one here."
"You were well loved." He repeated. You'd expected some sort of snide comment about the placement of the last one, but that didn't even seem to be on his mind. You stared at him, trying to figure out what thoughts were running through his head. You left his hand on your leg, and stroked his face like he'd done for you moments ago.
"Solomon, are you jealous?" The corners of his lips twitched at your comment.
"What if I am?" He sighed. He held your left hand close to his body, and cuddled you close to him.
"Did you ever consider that maybe it was you?" You whispered.
"Me?" Solomon sounded surprised.
"I think it was you. If you don't believe that the way I do, you can replace them. That way, I have double the kisses from you, and you know for sure your lips were the last to touch me." You could tell your words were getting through to him by the way his zeroed in on yours.
Instead of responding, he lifted your left hand to his lips, and kissed your left ring finger, and ghost of a smile on his face. "Then, I have work to do, don't I?"
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Hi um so I usually don't see these but I was thinking a Mirage and Cybortron! Reader but the scene where Mirage brings Noah to the place where they're supposed to meet up with the other autobots but reader gets to Mirgae first before the others and of course is happy to see him cause they're conjux but gets mad when he sees he brought Noah so of course they have a little spat on what they should do with him before the others arrive than of course the other autobots come in
This is so cute Iâll definitely give it a try
Transformers Knightverse!Mirage x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot: A Human
TW/Tags: Mostly just fluff, reader and Mirage argue for a bit, Noah feels like a child and he hates it, Reader has a soft spot for Mirage and he abuses it >:3, cutesy couple moments, OP gives you that âreally?â Look at some point. This was so fun to write for Mirage I adore the little gremlin.
You and Mirage have known each other for a pretty good while. Even before the war. You are the same height as bumblebee. And even during the time he admitted his feelings towards you. Apparently heâs into bots taller than him.
When you all got to the planet earth, you all had to hide. Causing you and Mirage to separate. Until one day when you got a message from Optimus Prime to meet up you knew this meant for you all to see each other. This including seeing your Conjunx. Mirage. As you drove to the spot you got there after he did.
âOh here comes my boo. What a master at work with their boo.â Mirage said to the human Noah as Noah held a pipe as defense. He watched as he saw you transform. He was amazed as mirage only smiled like the silly bot he is.
You were pretty well built. With The right amount of slim and well build frame as you has sword in handles on both sides of your hips. Your optics were yellow then blue and you noticed the human once you came in. Your voice was soft but strong. having a softer tone then what most expect.
âMirage what have you done? You brought a human here? What if Optimus sees him?â
You walked up to Mirage as he also made his way to you. âMm! Boy did I miss that voice baby. Just like I miss them lips.â He avoided the question as his cervos grabbed one of yours and one of your cervos as he tries to pull you down by your chest plate. But you donât indulge. Your other cervo moving to his helm.
You placed a digit on his dermas as you spoke.âIâll deal with you later.â
Youâd walk past him as he stuttered. âYou know I would be more scared if I wasnât so turned on right now!â He tries to get around you as you made your way to the human.
âNow now baby listen I can explain. Things just happened and well- he kinda got stuck with me during a police chase and uh-â
âPolice?!â You looked at him as you both stood in front of Noah. Mirage looking up at you as he moved his arms around explaining himself. Noah just stared up at you two. Feeling like a kid as he watched his parents argue over something he did. Noah even calmed his guard down a bit as it still seemed your argument will keep going. As he then tried to slowly escape. âMirage you shouldâve known better.â
âHey baby. Baby. I promise this will be great. Not all humans are bad and I can prove it with him.â He gestured to Noah. Who stopped once Bee and the others came. Including Optimus.
When Optimus spoke about Noah when he picked hm up. And Mirage tried to stand up for himself. Optimus, one of your closest friends looked at you for a second opinion. He always trusted your opinion despite when you became Mirages Conjunx during the war. You felt the pang in your spark bond with Mirage. You noticed he looked at you with puppy blue eyesâŠâŠdarn it. You let out a sigh and told Optimus that thereâs nothing else they can do. Theyâre stuck with this human. But maybe he can help us if we let him live.
Mirage stared at you with joy. Optimus groaned but agreed. Noah even looked at you surprised that you protected him. Even when you glanced at him for a moment to be sure heâs alright. He looked down in an almost shy way. The Mirage and Noah speak about him joining them.
Then Mirage spoke about Noah selling him which made you send an annoyance through the bond causing him to groan a bit. Cause bee and Arcee to chuckle as he seemed almost in pain but kept speaking to Noah.
âWhat about the big guy.â Noah asked
âYou let me worry about him.â Mirage responded and then Noah looked at you.
âAnd your whole situation with yourâŠ?.â Noah kinda whispered to Mirage. Mirage doing the same thing.
âYou let me handle them too. Donât worry theyâll warm up to you before ya know it.â
âCool?â Noah took a moment but then nodded. Mirage got excited now that Noah was a part of the team.
As the other speak of what to do and speak of leaving. The others go their separate ways to rest after all they all had a long drive. During that time Mirage told Noah to just stay close to Bee. Bee not paying much mind as Noah just stood there. Contemplating his life.
Mirage walked up to you as you leaned against the wall. Checking out your swords as you glanced at him as he got closer. You stood straighter as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His chin against your chest. All you can see is his big blue eyes. âThank you for helping me babe. You really love meee.â
âOh course I do.â You put your sword away as you placed a cervo on the back of his helm. âI just hope you know what youâre doing Mirage. I cant always save you, ya know.â Your other cervo now on his shoulder. His optics now looked sad as he pulled back a bit.
âI know⊠But Iâll prove it to you and OP! I just got a feeling. Relax babe. I know what Iâm doing. Remember?â You sighed as he spoke.
He looked up at you with big blue eyes as he had his usual grin on his face. Man you were so weak to that smile. And just him your usual gentle smile and leaned down. Both of your dermas connecting as you both close your optics. After all..
You can never say no to that face.
I honestly really enjoyed writing this. I kinda want to do the rest of the movie with these two but you guys let me know if you want more. As always I hope you all enjoy and as always Requests are open.
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staring. boyfriend!park jongseong & girlfriend!female oc
wc. 1.3k | genre. fluff, established relationship, romance, soft, etc. | warnings. start of monthly, cramps, bf buying pads, lots of cute moments, kissing, make-out scene if you squint closely, etc.
iovestuck's notes. thank you for reading my one-shot! It's my second one-shot for this account. It took a while since I was not in the mood to write anything for the past month and such. It's something cute and sweet since it's also my monthly. I hope you enjoy it!
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Ara was sitting in her living room while her boyfriend was making dinner. She was on her phone, minding her own business when suddenly she felt a gush of something. Quickly, she stood up from the couch and speed walked to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind before locking it, she quickly pulled down her pants as she sat down in the toilet and saw a puddle of red on her undergarment. She quickly went to her basket and took out a new undergarment. Then she searched for a pad but couldn't find any. Realizing she forgot to buy some yesterday after cleaning the apartment.
Ara groaned in frustration, âWhy did I forget?â Sitting in the toilet for a while before she sighed. She dared to call her boyfriend. âAra, are you okay?â He answered right away. She took a deep breath before answering, âJay, could you do a favor?â He hummed in response. âSorry, if this is embarrassing, but could you go to the store and buy someâŠpads?â
âOf course, love, thin or thick?â He asked. âThe thick ones and buy two bags of them, please.â She heard him walking to the front door. âAlright, anything else?â He asked as he put on his shoes and grabbed his car keys. âNo, that will be it.â They said their goodbyes before ending the call.
Ara flushed the toilet before pondering over the thoughts and the embarrassment. She couldn't move or do anything since she didn't have any more pads. She wrote in her reminder to buy thin pads as soon as she noticed they were running out, too. Then she heard a knock on the bathroom door. âLove, I have the pads!â Jongseong shouted from the outside.
âThank you, Jay. The door is open,â she said as she quickly moved her pants up so she wouldn't be too exposed. He opened the door and handed her the plastic bag. She shyly took it. He smiled before closing the door behind him. Ara then changed into a new undergarment and a pad. Wash her hands before organizing the pads into the basket.
Then, she walked out of the bathroom. Taking a deep breath before walking into the kitchen. In the kitchen, she spotted Jongseong making something. She took a seat on the island stool and rested her head on the counter. Her boyfriend turned around, and a soft smile appeared across his face. He settled the cup next to her before ruffling her hair. âYou okay?â She hummed in response. âCramps are coming.â
âDrink the hot chocolate I made for you.â She hummed in response before sitting back up and taking the cup into her hands. She sipped the hot chocolate as she watched her boyfriend go to heat the heating pad. âI don't deserve you,â she muttered while sipping in the cup. He looked at her. âNo, I don't deserve you.â
She shook her before putting down the cup and the rest of her head on her arms. Jongseong smiled as he ruffled her hair. âI am almost done with cooking. After we eat, then we can cuddle or do whatever you want.â Ara hummed in response. He went to finish cooking dinner.
Once they finished eating, Ara helped a bit before her cramps got worse. Now, she was curled up in the warm blanket on the couch. She was watching the second episode of Love Next Door. Jongseong walked to the couch after finishing cleaning up. âDo you want me to warm up the heat pad again?â He asked as he put down some snacks and hot chocolate on the coffee table.
âIf you want,â she answered as she took the heat pad from her lower stomach and handed it to him. He went to warm up the heat pad again. Once he came back, he gave her the heat pad, and she quickly put it back in place without any thoughts. Jongseong took a cup of hot chocolate before sitting down next to her.
âHere.â He handed it to her. She was about to take the cup, but her cramps hurt so badly that she messaged the lower part of her stomach again. Jongseong stood up again and went to the kitchen. Then he came back with a straw. He blew in the hot chocolate so it wouldn't be hot when drinking from the straw. He sat back down, holding the straw and the cup as he put the straw near her lips.
Ara took some sips as a smile grew on her face. âIt's delicious.â He put down the cup back on the coffee table before pulling her into his arms. âThat's good, I made it extra sweet for you.â He gave a kiss on the lips. The kiss was passionate and gentle.
As he pulled away, he licked his lips. âOh, it's very delicious.â Ara blushed and quickly hid herself inside the blanket. Jongseong laughed before pulling her even closer. âYou're so cute.â She shook her head inside the blanket. âNo, I'm not.â
âCome out of the blanket. You are going to suffocate yourself.â She shook her head again. âI'm good here.â He shook his head and pushed the blanket down to see her face. âHeyâbefore she could say anything. He kissed her again and put something in her mouth. She swallowed the thing in her mouth before asking, âWhat was that?â
âSomething sweet,â he replied. She pouted, âI want to have a taste of it, but I swallowed it before I could.â
âDo you want more?â She quickly nodded. He leaned towards the coffee table and took a jolly rancher before opening it. He then leaned back. âOpen your mouth.â She opened her mouth without any hesitation and he put it in her mouth. âHow do you know I love Jolly Ranchers?â
âYour mom told me a while back. She said that you whined about wanting it, but it is always out of stock and such.â Ara nodded. âOh, this is cherry flavored, want some?â He shook his head. âWell, that's too bad, but I wouldn't let youââ He kissed her again before pulling back moments later. âOh, it is cherry.â She quickly turned away, blushing even more. âYou are getting bold these days,â she muttered. He laughed before pulling her into his chest.
âI guess I am comfortable with you nowadays,â He whispered to her ear while resting his chin on her shoulders. She blushed even harder. âYâŠYou need to stop being this bold.â She could feel her heart skipping beats. âWhat if I don't want to,â he whispered to her ear. She quickly moved away and looked at the television. âOh my goodness, I missed the whole episode!â She whined. Jongseong laughed. âWe can watch it again.â He grabbed the remote and went back to the beginning of the episode.
Ara moved away from Jongseong. He looked at her with his eyebrows slightly raised and paused the episode. âWhy are you moving away from me?â She glared at him. âYou are being too bold right now.â He grinned before slowly moving closer to her. She moved farther and farther until she hit a dead end. She cursed when she looked behind her. âYou are now stuck,â he smirked as he trapped her.
She was blushing like crazy. âIââ He raised his eyebrows. âLost with words, hm, love?â Before kissing her lips again this time more passionately, longer, but still gentle. Slowly breaking the kiss, he put his forehead on hers. âYou are so cute.â She was still in shock from what just happened. âLove, are you still shocked?â He pecked her lips over and over to somehow bring her back to the present. Soon, she quickly breaks from her thoughts. âYou are crazy.â
Jongseong laughed a bit before pecking his lips. âI am crazy, but only crazy in love.â They stayed like this for another couple of hours before one of them broke it. âLet's watch your kdrama?â She just gave him a couple of nods. He stood up and rearranged the couch to make it longer. Then he carried Ara to the longer part of the couch. They curled up together as they watched the kdrama.
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sugar, spice and everything nice!
â navigation: ateez masterlist || main masterlistÂ
pairing: pining! barista wooyoung x gn! customer reader
tags: when i was writing this i was thinking to myself, "hear me out -wooyoung as the local cafe barista who has a massive crush on you, him being so so delusional about it", and then i decided to roll with because i can write about that so please enjoy! <3
summary: wooyoung's a barista, you're a (his) regular and he thinks this is his chance at a cafe slow-burn romance.
word count: 1.6k words
+ 1
"what can i get started for you today?" wooyoung monotonously greets like clockwork, fingers hovered over the touchscreen.
"what would you recommend?" he lifts his eyes to meet your inquisitive ones. pointing to the chalkboard, wooyoung replied flippantly, "these are our cafe's specialties." your eyebrows furrowed, repeating, "i know. what would you recommend?"
he paused in his tracks, much like a dear in headlights, "uh..." his face burns from the focused stare you had pinned on him. unsure, he rambles, "everything's...delicious! my favorite is the latte paired with the apple crumble pie." this time round, wooyoung takes a proper look at you.
you're pretty cute, he observed, hands idly fiddling with the cloth tucked in the pocket of his apron.
"okay. i'll have that." he enters your (his) order, and hands you a receipt, directing you to the pickup counter as he prepares your items.
when he finally hands over your items, you sheepishly apologized, "sorry if i had troubled you earlier. i didn't know what to get since it is my first time here." wooyoung found it difficult to be mad, "oh...it's no problem at all. i can assure you that everything here is good."
"thanks so much, uhm...wooyoung." you glanced down at his nametag and then back up to express your gratitude. as you picked up your items, he nods and responds out of habit, "come by again!"
+ 2
wooyoung leans his weight against the counter, phone in his hand as he goes on about his day, "âyeah and i was saying...oh! wait."
his voice dies down when he hears the bell ring, thinking it was another customer. but as soon as his gaze lands on you, a confident smile replaces the nonchalant expression he once had.
"catch you in a bit, my favorite person is here." he ends the call, not bothering to hear his friend's complaint. you were one of his frequent customers, and also someone he's taken interest in. a little bit too much interest in though, ever since his first chance meeting with you. you have been coming in at least once or twice a week, and each time his heart soars when you're around.
"hey sweetheart, anything i can get for ya?" he props his head up with his hand, eyes never leaving you as you scrutinize the chalkboard menu, "sweetheart...is that a new nickname? i bet you call everyone sweetheart, right wooyoung?"
"nah, only for you." he assures, and he jumps when he sees the sides of your mouth twitch upwardsâno doubt holding back a grin. you rattle off your order, something he also knew by heart. this special order wasn't written on the menu, but something he had went out of his way to make for you, lying about a "secret" menu that only a few people (read: only you) knew.
"do you want anything else to go with that order? for you, it's on the house!" he gestured to the pastries at the display shelf and you teased, "are you sure about that? you're going to make a loss at this rate."
true, he was always offering to gift you a free pastry with your drink. not that it mattered because he'd gladly cover the cost with his salary just to see you smile.
"of course not. there wasn't much business today." a lie.
"and also, who else is going to taste my efforts?" partly the truth.
"i want to give one to you to cheer you on." absolute truth.
you relented, shaking your head, "okay, okay. you can pick one for me." he nearly swoons at the sight of you beaming at him, "of course." wooyoung prepares your orderâmaking small talk with youâhis silly smile never once disappeared in your presence.
"here you go." he hands them over to you, nearly dropping the items when your fingers brushed over his to collect your order. "thanks a bunch! i'll get going."
"bye...see you again!" he precariously leans over the counter, neck craning as you walked off. he sighs dreamily before having a "reality check" when another customer not-so-subtly coughs a distance away from him.
"sorry, what can i get for you today?"
+ 3
wooyoung checks his appearance against the reflection of the fridge by the back of the store, donning his apron on before stepping out. almost immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest when he spots you typing away on your laptop.
"hey." he smoothly greets you. you were seated at your usual space near the counter, a cup of tea beside you.
seems like today was a "no-procrastination day", judging from how your teapot was completely close to empty.
you raised your eyes to meet his, "hello! did you just start work?" he excitedly nods, then schools his expression not a second later, "yeah. need a refill?" he juts out his chin and you sighed, "yeah. your colleague had boiled the water a couple of times for me already."
so you've been here for a while now, wooyoung chews the inside of his cheeks to hide a triumphant smile. moving automatically, he grabs the hot kettle, "don't worry, i'll reheat your teabag as many times as you request me to." you beamed at him, "that would be nice."
"anything for you."
the next few hours passed by in a flash, yet the constant reminder that you were still sat there a great encouragement for wooyoung as he pushes through the dinner rush. as the last bit of the dinner crowd titters away, wooyoung makes his way to stand behind the counter to rest, standing opposite you. the empty dinner plate on your left made him smile knowing you were being fed well by him.
"how's it going?"
you hummed, "not bad! i think i'll go home and rest for a bit before i pull an all-nighter to complete this manuscript." wooyoung makes a face, "again?" you hid your chuckles behind your palm, "what do you mean 'again'? i swear i don't stay up late often."
"everytime you come here and stay here for nearly the whole day, you're most definitely pulling an all-nighter." he holds up a finger, as if to prove a point. "and secondly, you're drinking tea. because if you chugged coffee the whole day you'd be holed up in the toilet instead of doing your work." flabbergast at his statement, you reached over to playfully whack him, "wooyoung! how could you!"
he laughs, shoulders shaking and hands clutched over his stomach, "it's the truth!" you pouted, "you're too much...you didn't have to announce it to the world!"
wooyoung easily balances your plate and teapot on one hand, "i'm gonna be closing up soon, in about 30 minutes. will you be...making a move?"
your eyes comically widened, "it's that late?" a flick of your wrist shows the time on your watch, an amused wooyoung watching you.
"yeah, it is. you might as well wait till i finish clearing up and i'll send you to a bus stop or subway station," he offered, hoping he didn't sound too eager. "oh! that would be nice of you actually. is it alright?" you clasped your hands in front of you, a sparkle lighting up your eyes.
"of course."
+ 4
"are you closing?"
wooyoung had his back facing the door and he holds back a groan from the question. of course we're closing, he grumbles, the neon sign is already switched off and...
his thoughts trailed off when he spots you sheepishly standing by the door.
"what are you doing here this late?" wooyoung blurts out and you rubbed your neck nervously, "i was...craving an ice americano and also a..."
"let me guess. an apple crumble pie?" he teases, pretending to think hard about it. "exactly that." you levelled your gaze to meet his, eyes twinkling. but not a moment later you shook your head, "but if you're closing i'll goâ"
"how about i see what i can do for you?" the moment the sparkle in your eyes seemed to light up brighter, wooyoung thinks he'd better remember this moment for the rest of his life. he ushers you in, "you know, i realized you haven't been passing by here lately. i'm going to have to extend my working hours if you only appear at this time of the day. it's not good for my business."
"hey...! i've been busy, okay?" you huffed and wooyoung just laughs, "i'm kidding. business has been great too, since it's the holiday season more people have been coming in to try our limited time menu." he bustles around the counters, making your request all while you peered over to state at him.
you mused, "you don't sound happy about this good news." he smirked, playful tone lacing his words, "clearly, because i haven't been seeing you around." the oven dings behind him and he pulls out the tray.
"that doesn't look like an apple crumble." setting down the tray before you, he slides your drink up next to it as your confusion settled in.
"ice americano this late isn't good for your stomach. and we also ran out of apple pies so, i made you hot cocoa and reheated some of the milk bread i made just now."
a second passed and wooyoung was afraid he did something wrong. "is...it not to your liking? i should haveâ" "âno! no, i'm just touched that you'd go out of your way to do something like that."
wooyoung's triumphant smile stretched wide on his face, "then, please enjoy while i clean up the store."
in comfortable silence, you had your supper while he tidied up like clockwork: mopping the floors, putting away utensils, straightening tables and chairs and not to forget, glancing at you as you happily ate.
"how much is this?" you fished out your wallet and wooyoung was quick to grab it from you, "nuh uh. this one's on me. you don't owe me anything." arms coming to cross in front of you, you pouted, "fine, then how can i repay you?"
"let's go on a date. you can pay me back then."
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Play It Again, Play It Again, Play It Again
A/N: Part two of the mini-series! As always I hope you enjoy it as much I did writing it! I love seeing feedback! And feel free to request something! Let me know any feedback that you have! If you feel up to it send me a request and I will do my best to give it justice!
Summary: You're invited to a party by one of your new friends. Let's see how the night ends.
Word Count: 1963
It had been a couple of months since you had broke things off with Billy. Since that you've kind of tried to keep to yourself but everyone needs someone to talk to, especially to make it around here.
What made it better was that you met a couple of mothers when you would pick up Rhiannon from daycare, and started your own friend group. All of them were around your age and their kids were already playing with Rhiannon during daycare anyway. Nancy had a brown-eyed shaggy-haired boy named Theodore. Piper had a little curly-head girl named Rosemary. And then there is Robin, she doesn't have any children but she comes and picks up Theo or Rosie every now and then, even both sometimes.
It was nice that you and Rhiannon had some friends in town finally. Especially Rhiannon, you didn't want her to be lonely.
But at this particular moment you weren't sure if you were happy that you had friends anymore.
"Come on (Y/N)! You never leave the house unless it's work or taking Rhiannon somewhere! You need to have fun sometimes!" Robin tried to convince you.
"Yeah, I'm sure I can tell you what you do everyday. Get up, get Rhi and you ready, take her to daycare, go to work, pick up Rhi, have dinner and then go to bed," Nancy said watching the kids play on the playground.
You sigh, because she was right. You don't do anything fun that doesn't surround Rhiannon.
"Who's gonna watch Rhi though? I can't really afford a babysitter right now. I can barely afford daycare as it is."
"Piper's mom is going to watch the kids, I'm sure she won't mind watching Rhiannon," Nancy suggested and Piper nodded.
"I don't know guys," you hesitated, parties have never been your thing. The last time you were at a party that's when Rhiannon was conceived and here you are.
"(Y/N), you are 24. We are never gonna be this young ever again. Just this once and if you don't like it, you can leave and we'll never ask again," Piper chimes in, sitting on the bench next to you with a book on her lap that she hasn't touch since she got here, "We all need to let loose every once and a while."
The girls nodded, you groaned, "Fine. I'll go but only for two hours. That's it."
"That'll work! You'll have fun, I promise!" Robin said excitedly.
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You were on your way to the party. Riding with a friend from work. Dressed in something more warm and comfortable than it was cute since #1 it was October and it was cold during the nights; #2 you weren't really looking for anything right now since your thing since Billy. You were just there to hang out with friends and maybe meet some new people.
As you approached you noticed that there were a lot of trucks and some haybales, and everyone else was parked on the other side of the road. You didn't even think about bringing your own chair. You figured that there was going to be enough going on that you might not need it. But past you was too ambitions compared to present you so was full of nervous at the moment.
How the hell did you do this when you were in college?
Jessica put the car into park and got out and you followed suit.
"Hey I'll see you around? Around 1?" Jessica said with a smile. You nodded and smiled back.
You stood outside of the car for a second to catch your breath.
"It's all good. Everything will be okay. Just three hours. Yeah, only three hours and then you can go home," you hyped yourself up. You brushed yourself off (like you had dirt on you) and headed toward the crowd of people gathering around the bonfire.
"There she is! I wasn't sure you were going to show!" Robin said as she walked up to you and hugged you, "Here's the rest of the gang for you to meet!"
"Everyone this is (Y/N)! Be on your best behavior!" she said, jokingly, you heard some laughing and a, 'Booooo'.
"This here is Vickie, she's my girl," Robin introduced you to a ginger with freckles. You shook her hand, "Nice to meet ya."
"You know Nancy," Robin said and you hugged her as she came up. There was a nervous looking man behind her with brown hair, Robin said, "This is her husband, Jonathan. Theo looks like him."
"I can see it," you smiled and shook his hand too. Piper came up next, "I'm so glad that you made it! We want you to have fun too."
"Thanks, it's good so far," you smiled.
"Oh yeah!" she said, she turned to look behind her, "This is my husband, Eddie. It's where Rosie gets the curly hair from."
"Hey there, I'm Eddie, like she said, nice to meet you," Eddie said, he had long wild curly hair with a denim vest over his leather jacket.
"I like your pins. Iron Maiden is the best," you said as you looked at his pins.
Eddie literally beamed, "Thank you! I collect them from music stores. These are my favorites."
"Really cool!"
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"Dude, have you met (Y/N)? She's awesome!" Eddie said to Steve.
"Is this another fantasy person that I'm supposed to learn?" Steve asked. Eddie looked at him with a weird face, "No, she's real man. She's friends with Piper and the others. She over there."
Eddie pointed to where a girl was sitting by herself on the tailgate of Piper's truck. Her legs swinging as she watched the fire crackle.
"She's got to have a boyfriend here. No way that she doesn't," Steve said, looking around for someone that was looking for her, "Is she Joe's girlfriend?"
"No man, Piper said that she's single. Not really looking for anything at the moment, just new friends," Eddie explained, "Buuuuut...you should try and make more than friends."
"I can make friends with her," Steve nodded and walked toward you.
"Good job babe," Piper said as she came up next to Eddie and fist bumped him and watched what was about to happen.
Steve walked up, "Hey, this seat taken?"
You looked over to the new voice.
Not going to lie, he's pretty cute.
You smiled, "Not at all," you slid over to make sure that he has enough room to sit.
"My name's Steve," he said as he sat down, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N)," you said smiling.
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God how am I already falling in love with this woman already?
"Honestly, I love new wave music! The Cure is probably my favorite from the bunch as of right now, but that changes from month to month," you said, talking to Steve.
You've been talking to Steve for what felt ten minutes but it's actually been hour. You could do this all night.
"You know, I think that-" Steve started but then a familiar song came on the speakers and you're eyes lit up, and you jumped off the tailgate, cutting him off.
"This is my song! I've been listenin' to the radio all night long, hopin' that it would come on and here it is!"
You hold out your hand, "C'mon, come dance with me."
Before Steve could say anything, you grabbed his hand and dragged him up. He tried keeping up with you but he was too distracted by you to keep up. You had a carefree smile on your face and your body was moving in ways that was very bad for his groin area in public.
As the song came to an end, you kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you for dancin' with me."
"Play it again!" Steve yelled to see if someone could rewind the tape and start it over again so he could gain the courage to ask you out.
You smiled and yelled, "Play it again! Play it again!"
You both laughed and then heard the next song play, looking at each other almost in a trance.
"I-" Steve started to say but you looked down at your watch, "I had a lot of fun tonight Steve but I'm afraid that I have to go."
"Are you sure?" Steve asked, not really wanting you to leave just yet but understanding.
"Yeah, I gotta check on my-" you hesitated, "my pet. She's not used to being alone this late."
"I understand. Let me walk you to your car?" Steve offered.
"I actually rode here with one of my coworkers. So I guess I need to find her."
"I'll help you, who is it?"
"Jessica Cooley," you answered starting to look around for her.
"Jessica? She left already. Left with Matt Hargrave about an hour ago."
"What? You're kiddin'. I guess I'll ask someone else for a ride," you said a little upset.
"I can take you home," Steve offered, really hoping that you would take him up on the offer.
"Are you sure? I don't want to burden you. I can just have Piper or someone take me home," you said hesitant because you didn't know him, but you had a feeling that you could trust him.
"I'm sure. Come on, let's get you home."
You smiled, "Okay thank you."
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You were looking out the window, thinking about something to start a conversation but you couldn't think of anything that wouldn't be considered small talk or just bad in general.
That was when Steve turned on the radio and you started singing along to (I've Had) The Time Of My Life.
It didn't take too long to get to your house, maybe three songs if you remember correctly, but for some reason it felt like it was taking a little longer than usual. And you weren't upset by it at all. It had been five songs already and you sang along to every song that had came on the radio.
But it was only when you getting ready to pull on your street was when Steve started to scan the radio, almost frantically.
"This is me," you said and Steve pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.
"Thank you for the ride home, I really appreciate it. I don't have cash on me right now, but I can run in and get some for gas?"
"It's no trouble at all. I don't want money. But if you really want to pay me back, let me take you out on a date?" Steve asked wearing a charming but hopeful smile on his face.
You smiled, "I would like that."
He smiled, "Sounds great, how Friday? Dinner and a movie?"
You nodded your head, "I would love that."
"Cool, let me walk you to the do-," Steve said and just as he said that, your song came on the radio.
"No way! There is no way that this song would play twice in one night!" you exclaimed excitedly.
"Come dance with," you said as you got out of the car. He followed you and started dancing in the headlights.
It was like straight out of a movie. Everything was perfect, the lights, the song, the weather, and you.
As the song started to fade out, you got caught up in the passion of dancing and the feeling of it, you kissed Steve.
It was just like everything else, the kiss was perfect.
When you broke the kiss he looked at you and said, "I'm gonna call the DJ right now and get that song played again right now."
You threw your head back laughing, "Goodnight Steve, thank you for the perfect night."
He smiled, "You took the words right out of my mouth."
#Spotify#steve harrington x reader#stranger things x reader#steve harrington fanfic#stranger things#luke bryan#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fanfiction
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ă "-ARE YOU COLD, MY DEAR?"
âą @jubburb
ask: none.
sypnosis: waking up with your husband one morning and going on a walk in the snow.
a/n: ive been procrastinating this foreva, ik its short but I just want this out of the drafts so I can start writing more ficsđŒ
warnings: female reader in mind when writing, but I'm not sure if I put any fem pronouns, just cute fluffy fluffness đș
notes: ooc zhongli? definitely? maybe? idk.. u tell me
When fall hits Liyue, it can get pretty chilly pretty fast. The degrees quickly drop to fifty degrees and lower, previously being in around the eighties or nineties.
It's quite a sudden change. But a pleasant one, especially for tourists who come around during the seasons.
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One quiet morning, you and your husband, Zhongli, are lazing about in your shared king bed. Zhongli was reading a book, idly playing with your hair with one hand, while you were still trying to wake up, laying your head on his broad chest.
"Mm.." You groan sleepily, reaching a hand up to rub your eye.
"Are you finally awake, my dear?" Zhongli chuckles, halting his hand that was intertwined with the tresses of your hair.
You simply nod, yawning, and sit up against his chest, feeling his hand snake around your waist to hold you closer.
"Do you have work today?" You ask, blinking a couple of times to actually fully wake up, staring up at him and he nods with a hum.
"I am, in fact, off today. What do you suppose we do?" He asks, placing the book down to give you his full attention.
"Sleep in?" You request with a chuckle, and Zhongli jokingly sighs, shaking his head no.
"Something productive, please, my dear." He says, playing with a strand of your hair once more.
"Sleeping is productive, Li." You retort, rolling your eyes, tempted to fall back into a deep slumber just to spite your husband.
There's silence for a moment as Zhongli thinks.
"-Oh, I know, what about a walk around the harbor? I'm sure nobody is awake during these early hours, so it'll be calm, quiet, and peaceful. Just the two of us." Zhongli smiles, cupping your cheek, his slightly calloused palm brushing against your soft skin.
"..Thats.." You start, ".. Not that bad of an idea."
"Knew it."
You only roll your eyes at his response, "Well, I guess we better get our lazy asses out of bed before it's too late and people start getting to work."
"You're the only lazy ass here." Zhongli chuckles with a whisper under his breath, getting out of bed before you could do anything about what he said.
"Oh you mother-"
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As you two walk around the harbor, you did not expect it to start snowing..
The pretty white snowflakes started to dance across the sky before ultimately finding use on the ground, creating a soft blanket of snow covering the docks and pathways.
Aaaaand.. you forgot your mittens.. your hands were freezing, but if you told Zhongli, he would give you that: "i tOld yOu sO" bullshit.
Before you guys even left the house, Zhongli insisted you bring mittens, because, to quote him, "You don't even know how cold it is in the morning, love."
And of course, you just had to defy him, insisting that you'll be fine without mittens.
You really regret it now..
Even though you were clad in a comfy coat, your hands that were freezing seemed to freeze your entire body, and you were quivering every step you and your husband took as you walked around.
Zhongli looked through the shop windows, not really seeming to notice at first, but then he eventually heard your teeth starting to chatter together, and glanced back at you.
"..Are you cold, my dear?" Zhongli asks, staring at you with a concerned look.
"I-m f-ine.." You respond, your teeth clamming together continuously.
He glances down at your hands that were trembling the most, reaching his mitten covered hands hold them, and you immediately feel a sense of relief.
Zhongli smiles softly, chuckling a bit, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead, "I told you to wear the mittens."
"I kn-ow.." You chatter, before moving closer to cuddle into his chest, the two of you still holding hands, standing there for a while in the wintery streets.
Zhongli hums softly, his nose nuzzled into your hair as he smells your shampoo and conditioner, snow falling over his long brown hair and back.
You could fall asleep right there in the arms of your husband, but you'd rather get home before you get all lovey dovey, so you pull away, looking up at his handsome amber eyes.
"Let's head back, Li.." You say, and Zhongli nods, continuing to hold your hand.
He even not-so discreetly maneuvered it into the large pocket of his coat, so your hand could be even warmer as you two walked.
You smile softly, and lean your head on your husband's shoulder.
The two of you only left footsteps in your wake as you find comfort in eachother.
- signed by câĄ
#genshin impact#fluff#genshin#genshin x reader#zhongli#morax#genshin fluff#genshin impact fluff#zhongli genshin impact#zhongli x reader#zhongli fluff#zhongli x reader fluff#jubburb
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â  read .  silently read a book alongside my muse .
ăđă Late evenings with Mina, despite her faith in science rather than the occult, were undoubtedly close. Though not a disciple bonded in bondage, her scientific curiosity in discovering THE UNKNOWN & exceeding limitations of the human form was unparalleled. Unlike Anabel or Luis, which were FORCED to embrace the cosmic gift, this researcher approached the wonders of the universe WILLINGLY.
There was nothing further of Las Plagas in which Osmund could teach, having enlightenment implanted inside her brain. She was of HIS flesh, as much as he was of HER flesh. They were intertwined by a mass nervous-system, belonging to some parasitic superorganism. It spanned beyond the physical separation of cells, & even if they were miles apart, they were truly never alone. In this aspect, silence, or what Lord Saddler referred to as 'THE GHOULISH ABYSS', was biologically absent. When the minds of this community were made one, melded into some sickly amalgamation, thoughts were exchanged in replacement of the spoken word.
DESPITE EMBRACING A SUPERIOR MEANS OF COMMUNICATION, there was joy to be found in other areas of study, & an accessible library hoarding GENERATIONS of wisdom. These aged books, inked manuscripts & dated scrolls may not be bioweapon plans or laboratory specifications raided from Umbrella, but all knowledge was good knowledge in the eyes of The Priest. & even if his first batch was not to her liking, if she was in search of a particular reading, there was little doubt this vast collection was lacking.
A small collection was gathered for Mina to choose, these pieces from or inspired by Osmund's own history : One hardback of alchemy, journal of herbalism, map of the constellations, translated record of Japanese scripture, & a singular tome pertaining to the art of warfare. These pieces were gently placed upon the table, illuminated only by candlelight, as to not awaken the slumbering knights in armor. The breathing of these steel suits were subtle, but at peace in the sole presence of kin. The only noise which persisted in these empty halls besides that, were the scuttering of large rats, or perhaps the host-seeking children araña. Once Mina would understand more of this monster, or delight in a perusal they would share together, Osmund would then delve into her own past.
#/ look at me writing something cute for once#/ thought this would work better as a 'sorta' starter since I know we mentioned plotting something new#/ youre free to continue this in a new post if youd like!#divineplagas#<- III // V - [ INQUIRY ] - O N H X ->#<- III // V - [ NO LONGER ACCEPTING ] - O N H X ->#<- III // V - [ VERSE: PRIOR 2004 ] - O N H X ->
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I'm not a "new musical theatre style music" person. Never have been.
Even when I was doing voice lessons, I'd steer towards the golden age or jazzy musical theatre songs. My voice teacher would have to drag me kicking and screaming towards adding anything new musical theatre to my repertoire. For a while, the most modern song in my book was I Know The Truth from Aida, and I wouldn't count that as new musical theatre style since I mean more the Pasek&Paul or Joe Iconis type.
And now I have an audition coming up for a small production of a show in that style and I'm supposed to sing a song in a similar style. And I'm looking at all my sheet music like... let me do some Cole Porter... or Gershwin... at least Sondheim please...
#look i do have SOME newer musicals in my book. but like i said. kicking and screaming.#i'm probably gonna end up doing 'I Think That He Likes Me' which is not IN a musical it's just new musical theatre style#as part of a songbook for some writing duo that i can't remember the name of and it's 2:45am so i can't care enough to look it up.#and it's the only one in my sheet music folder that i'm like 'ok. this is TRULY the right style' and i know it's good in my voice#and it's a cute song and i do like it and it definitely fits the overall vibe of the show#and though i haven't sung it in like 4 years i still remember 90% of the words and have time to study it before the audition#but while trying to find that song deep deep in my folder i pass by other songs i just love so much more#and i'm like ahhhhhhhh why#and i'm not even like 'god i hope i get it' (see A Chorus Line. that's more my type) i truly don't care if i'm cast or not#and yes i can technically audition with any song i could ever want it's just suggested to do the same style#but i know the entire creative panel who i'll be auditioning for and the last 2 times i auditioned for them i sang the same song#only because it's a GOOD song that fit both shows i was auditioning for (Can't Stop Talking About Him by Frank Loesser)#(perfect audition song since it's short at like 28 bars and you can pick the tempo and do a lot of character stuff)#(but see this is what i mean. like 1/3 of my entire sheet music folder is golden age musicals. then half is 60s-90s.)#(and then the last chunk are the few new-ish musical theatre and some pop music.)#(if i took performing more seriously i'd have a wider range but this is truly just for fun and just for me. so i do what i like.)#i don't want to go in for a 3rd audition with the same creative team and doing the same song. especially since it doesn't fit this time.#so once again. dragged kicking and screaming. over to new musical theatre territory. unwillingly.#if i get cast we'll have to see if the show itself even grows on me since honestly i think there's maybe 2 songs i like in it.#it's definitely not the worst new musical theatre style show but it's also not one that drew me in.#ok wait while looking through lists of 'new musical theatre' shows to find one i actually like (i think just Legally Blonde sorry guys)#(every other new musical in the last 20 years that i like did something interesting with the music like Come From Away)#i ended up finding out that apparently 13 was adapted into a netflix movie? when did that even happen?#i mean i don't care for that show either but i thought i was at least up to date on movie adaptations.
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i do not know if i ever sent this to you. i have posted it. i hope you like it Princess.
#uhhhhhm no you HAVE NOT SENT THIS TO ME BEFORE?!?!#I literally am speechless#Iâm not super talky right now#but even if I was I feel like Iâd still be fucking speechless#like I already said I love your writing đ©·#and it fucking BLOWS ME AWAY when people write about me or use me as an inspiration#like????????? what??????? me???????????!#Iâm going to keep this close to my heart and look at it whenever Iâm feeling down#I donât remember if I said that already but itâs true#I need to get a journal or a cute box to put things like this in so I can just grab it and look through them when Iâm feeling shitty#one thing I needed to say is the fact that you shared this with me now of all times??? is kinda crazy to me#idk if itâs a coincidence or if the universe/God/whoever/whatever is trying to tell me to go back into music and singing#not going to go into it too much but Iâve been looking at my life a lot lately#and Iâm realizing Iâm not getting any youngerâŠ. I know Iâm still young but if I donât do something soon -#my life is going to completely pass before my eyes and I really really donât want that#Iâm *finally* going to get mental help soon (long story but I have to wait a few weeks)#and once Iâm actually mentally stable I can focus on what I want to do with my life#so Iâve been thinking a lot about my performing arts background and then randomly a get an email from a choir director I know#asking if I could please join the choir for their Easter performance cause they could really use my high notes#and she just kept complimenting me and it felt really nice âșïž#then when I went to the first rehearsal I sat next to this girl and we were singing a part and the first sopranos go up to a high A#and I can hit it easily but most of them couldnât so it felt like I was going this mini solo lol#but she asks me what my range is and I told her that back when I trained I could sing queen of the night which I think goes up to an F6#and she was talking about how impressive that is#and it made me think about if I actually trained and got back into it how good I actually could get#I donât mean this to be like âlook at me look at me Iâm so goodâ#it just feels nice to have a little bit of a direction again#who knows if Iâll actually go down the music path again but it does sound damn exciting#I miss it with all my heart - I miss singing and performing and acting⊠I even miss music theory#anyway rant over and i ran out of space but thank you so much I seriously canât thank you enough đđ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·
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#proud to report that im in the 400s of nrto shpdn !!!!@@@@#im in the filler tho. the one where like narts parents and sauces clan is still alive#like id skip it but idk i like it but also JDJXJJXJX I DONT WANT IT TO END. LIKE HHHHHHHHHH me getting to this point is like#10 years in the making NDJNDMDMDMD#i only meant to watch from where i left off (ep 380) but then i was like#what if i just rewatched until after the bell test...#AHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHA SO FUNNY. I REWATCHED THE WHOLE THING#GOD IM SO OBSESSED AGAIN. THIS IS SO#BUT AH. its been fun... like my dad has been watching with me and its been good to like. have something we can do together#i forgot we always used to watch shows together so its been nice.....#i think once we finish it.... we MAY go to boruto (im reluctant tho JDJDJDJDJ. like sauce looks so spicy n cute in it so im TEMPTED. HOWEVE#im in denial over him leaving his daughter that long. like HHHH. ik it was to save the village but GOD. my heart just breaks for him n sock#n srda....... GOD....#n e way. if we dont go that route.. think i might do inuyasha next#only seen a few eps but i can see my dad liking it idk#personal#bye i went thru all that effort to not end up in the tags. only to write out brto and inysha straight up. pls ignore me đđđ
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I wonder if any of my mutuals are doing nanowrimo this year. Is that still a thing that people do?
#I feel like this is a question I should be asking back in 2014 or something#is it even still relevant?#not a critique. I think itâs cool.#words that instantly send my ass back to my early tumblr years: nanowrimo. nerdfighters. onceler. skeleton war. presidentâs shoelacesâŠ#makes me feel so old nowâŠ. anyway!#I never see anyone mention it. then again maybe itâs just not relevant to my âcircleâ. and it is only once a year so đ€·đ»ââïž#I think itâs fun they made a whole month to write and support other writers. itâs cute.#I love when mutuals are creative#lemme read your poorly edited 50k gay fantasy novel pls (SERIOUS)#you think your writing sucks? even better. thatâs zero pretention baby. I love that.#also Iâve been thinking about trying it but also am hesitant to talk about that bc I hate hyping things Iâll probably fail at#but also yeah I think it#sorry I got distracted what was I typingâŠ#my brother texted me he has robotics club after school and I spent 5 minutes looking for a good robot gif and forgot what I was doing#uhhh⊠books cool#i love books#i love you#you can ignore this#text
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