#BONFIRE NIGHT ILY

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POOKIE IM BCK W ANOTHER REQUEST

OK SO ITS A AHORT ONE ITS A PERSEPHONE!FEM!REDER AND LIKE ITS AUTUSM OR FALL WHAYEVER YOU CALL OT (WHICH OS WHEN PERSEPHONE GOES DOWN IN THE UNDERWORLD BYW) AND THE DEMETER KIDS START GETTINF THAT SEASONAL DEPRESSION THING (I READ ONE HC ABOUT WHERE THEY BECOME VERY SAD AND DEMOTIVATED DURING THE WINTER BC OF THEIR MOTHER BEINF SAD TOO) SO THE READER TIRES TO LIKE WATER PLANTS AND FLOWERS AND SUCH FOR AS LONG AS RHEY CAN CAUSE FHEY FEEL HALF RESPONSIBLE FOR THE PLANT GROWTH

- ILY POOKIE YAKE CARE OF YOURAELF🫶🫶‼️‼️‼️‼️

- the four seasons -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Persephone! Reader

Synopsis - its winter and you want to help make the Demeter kids feel better about themselves

An - My AO3 fic is almost done 😻 I only have 6 more chapters to write.

Winter was one of the Harder seasons at camp. Not because of the weather, it was normally sunny and warm because of the special border but because the crops were heavily effected.

Growing slower and with lesser produce was an effect from Demeter’s depression with her daughter gone to the underworld. Her children were also effected with this, their moods down for the worse and many not even bothering leaving their cabins.

You were effected to. Your hair became duller and your eyes a darker color of gold. Spending nights awake and an odd craving of pomegranate also arises.

Laying with clarisse in her cabin as the rain outside helped water the fields you both just talked about upcoming events all while cuddling. You slowly ate pomegranate seeds, occasionally passing one to clarisse.

After a while the strong girl noticed your downer than normal mood. “What’s up, your never this quiet and when you are either your pissed at me or your sad”

You didn’t care for her attempt at a joke but it was fine. “I feel bad” you muttered holding your head up some.

“For what?” She asked trying to bring you some comfort.

“It’s winter and like normal my mom is in the underworld with hades and so forth and so forth and the Demeter kids really like having me around during this time, but I just wish there was something I could do for them to help make not just them but Demeter herself feel better”

It was an idea Of course. With the nature kids happier the crops would also show a good result from it. Though trying to bring all dozen and a half kids to a better mood was harder said then done.

Clarisse let out a soft sigh thinking about what to say. “I was thinking maybe like holding a small party of festival or something fun for the entire camp” You sat up stretching some. “If you came to ask Chiron with me maybe he’d say yes but I’d also need your cabins help to”

“Sounds like a plan. Only question though what makes you think the Demeter kids will come out of their cabin for this” she asked, reaching up and playing with a strand of your hair wrapping it around her finger.

“I’ll force them out, they all favor me mainly because of who my mom is” you shrugged. “So it shouldn’t be that hard.”

“Whatever you say” she gave you a reassuring smile before sitting up and giving you a subtle kiss.

••

Chiron agreed Of course, finding your idea to be beneficial to everyone. It was honestly a surprise though when the Athena, Dionysius, and Aphrodite cabin offered to help to.

With the entire camp helping you set up things went easier. The statues around camp were adorned with flowers and honorary wooden statues made with grain, roses, florals and more for Demeter and Persephone were made as well.

A large bonfire was created and multiple decorations put up. The saytrs and nymphs helped make a wide spread of deserts and finger foods as well as bringing a more lively feel to the night. It warmed your heart just how much these kids and creatures cared about the well being of not only the Demeter children but also the camp just as much as you.

Convincing the cabin four kids to come out was easy. They all wore pajamas and their hair messy and a few even had blankets around them.

Katie gardener the cabin counselor walked forward confused. Taking the opportunity you met her half way. “We made a festival of sorts. It’s to celebrate winter and our mothers. I figured that maybe this would help cheer some of your moods… we even got the cloven council to agree to play music” the last part made you giggle some.

At first the Ginger girls face was unreadable. Up until she started to cry. Quickly comforting her the other Demeter children followed suit, letting their tears out which you knew they shared with their mother you to started to cry some.

As Katie pulled away she thanked you. Walking with her towards the fire the party had officially started. Each kid seemed to of gotten a random burst of energy, their hair became brighter same as their skin and the other campers around you noticed the growing grass and plants near by.

Though it wasn’t much it was clear the goddesses appreciated your party in their honor.

Once the wooden statues were burned at peak of the night, the festival came to an end. Everyone happily returned to their cabins and you walked with clarisse towards hers, decided to secretly spend the night with her.

In her bed again You smiled over at her. “Thank you Claire..”

“It was Nothing” she smiled gently, only a smile reserved for you. “All it took was getting silena to agree to the idea and everyone else agreed quickly”

The notion made you giggle. “Guess my thanks should go to silena”

“I guess it should”

You closed the small gap giving her a sweet kiss. She was to good for you. Pulling away and cuddling into the crook of her neck you happily fell asleep in your girlfriend arms.

The following morning, the amount of strawberries, grain, and other vegetation that had grown not only overwhelmed everyone but could of set the entire camp well off for the next three winters. Not only that but for the following week you and the Demeter children all seemed to have a glowing effect over your bodies. Showing the appreciation from the gods.

[yeahspider]

STEP TWO: THE DEPARTURE

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a/n- things are getting interestingggg ! enjoy reading thx for stopping by ! ily !! <3

Two shots of tequila and you were out the door. And that's when things started staying from the plan. Despite leaving at a time you thought was early enough to beat traffic it seems you grossly miscalculated. This isn't explicitly out of character for you but it definitely wasn't welcome at the moment.

Cars lined the road on either side and were moving at a snail's pace. Traffic was so slow folks had time to hop out of their cars and talk to others in line. Leaning your head out the passenger side window while you nod your head to whatever your friend had playing. Letting your mind wander to how you hoped the night would play out.

A knock on your friend's window jolted you from the safety of your imagination. In a surprising turn of events, it was no other than Seo Changbin, one of the other town bachelors and friends with Hyunjin. This is one of the last people you expect to see right now. If he's here that means Hyunjin isn't far behind. This would derail your plan entirely, you weren't ready to face him yet. You see Changbin motion to your friend to roll her window down and when she complies you want to slam your head into the dashboard. This cannot be happening right now.

"well if it isn't exactly the two ladies I needed to see right now. I have to say you guys look great tonight," he says with the biggest smile on his face. Now you knew as well as most of the town that Seo Changbin had a crush on your best friend. He's chased after her for years but she has never paid him any mind. Never taken him too seriously, at least publicly. Sure they've fucked a few times but according to her, it wasn't anything serious. Which you found hard to believe considering you've read some of their messages and it seemed pretty serious to you. But hey everyone was entitled to their secrets.

Your best friend doesn't seem phased by his blinding smile and charm, although you can feel yourself start to smile. His energy is just too infectious. She asked what he wanted in a bored tone, but you could hear the smile threatening to leak out.

"I'm so glad you asked. I assume you're going to the bonfire yeah? Well me and a few of my friends were on our way when my car broke down. I was just wondering if it was okay if we could ride with you guys?".

This sudden news threw you for a loop. Which friends were Changbin talking about? You were hoping it wasn't the same feeling you were planning on talking to you tonight. Your best friend just looked at Changbin hard in his face. While his smile never faded. She was going to say yes and you knew it. No matter what she says she has a real soft spot for the boy. Within a second of her nodding in he jumped in excitement and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Causing her to freeze in surprise. Absentmindedly nodding at his promise to "be right back". All you could do was say a silent prayer that Hyunjin wouldn't be walking up to the car.

[14buddy22]

Hiii, I hope you’re doing well! I saw you are open to requests so I want to share with you this idea I have in my mind, something like Hotch falling for the reader during his college years (he and Hayley decided to take a break in their relationship or something like that), so he gets closer to reader, they are great friends and have a lot of chemistry and both are hoping to take their friendship to the next step but suddenly Hayley shows up and is decided to get Aaron back. After some thinking, Hotch gets back with Hayley cause they have a past and plans and all that but he ends up breaking reader’s heart (I’m a sucker for drama unfortunately). Years past by and Hotch sees the reader again and his feelings come back (he was never really over it) and he tries to get their trust back since he’s not married anymore and cause he knows deep inside that reader is the one for him!!

Sorry for the long request but if you’re up to writing it I would love it sm, if you don’t feel up to it I understand. Anyways, thank u

Thank you for requesting this. ily and I'm SO So So sorry it took so long.

When you met Aaron Hotchner, you were young, a freshman in college. Both at GWU, you were going with your roommate to her brother's frat house, it just so happened that it was the frat where you'd meet Aaron Hotchner.

In high school, you never liked to party, so you didn't really expect to like the frat parties in college. You'd rather just sit out in a backyard of your house or your friend's house and have a bonfire and drink. You could see what you're consuming and you could invite whoever you wanted, you didn't have to worry about who was going to be there.

Your college roommate was one of your best friends, so you knew her brother well, knew he'd protect you both. As you made your way to the frat house, you were met with the smell of sex, beer, and drugs. It was classic signs of a party that you weren't excited to attend.

You quickly found your best friend's brother, Matt, and he began to introduce you two to his friends.

"This is Aaron Hotchner, he's studying law."

You stuck out your hand. Is that what college kids do? Do they shake hands with people? Before you could play it off by going to move a piece of hair out of your face, Aaron stuck out his hand and shook it, saying it was nice to meet you.

That night was one of the best nights you had in college, it was the day you met Aaron Hotchner. You thought you wouldn't ever crush on a senior as a freshman, but, oh boy, were you wrong.

After spending the rest of the night talking with Aaron on the front porch of the frat house, you were smitten. He was well spoken, very polite, wanted to know things about you.

He didn't try to take you to his bed, didn't try to kiss you, he just waved goodbye to you as you and your friend made your way back to your dorm.

As weeks had gone by, you were hanging out more and more with Aaron. He would come over to your dorm, you would go to his apartment. It felt a little weird at times, but there was a connection there that you couldn't deny.

Things had been going well, you and Aaron were super close as friends and you had been on multiple dates, although nothing was official, both of you too afraid for a relationship.

Your friend's brother explained that he had a high school girlfriend that he was in love with but she broke his heart when he moved away, maybe that's what he was afraid of? Getting his heart broken when he graduated at the end of the year?

You two had a nice dinner, just towards the end though, you watched Aaron's body tense up, the color of his skin fading, immediately becoming a ghost. You didn't know what was going on.

"Aar- are you okay?"

"Haley"

When you turned towards the door, you saw Haley beginning to walk her way over to your table. Was this really happening right now?

"Aaron. Is there somewhere we could talk?"

The rest of the night was a blur. Maybe it's because your eyes filled with tears right away. Knowing how stupid you were to be a freshman on a date with a senior right now.

Later that week, Aaron showed up at your dorm, asking if you could talk. You knew it couldn't be good. He didn't look like his cheerful self when he was with you.

"I just want to say that everything has been great between us. After talking with Haley, I realized that it's best that I get back with her. She was my high school sweetheart, I was upset when she broke my heart, and now that I can have a chance with her."

You never had Aaron Hotchner, he wasn't yours. You couldn't claim him, a piece of him will always still want Haley. It's better that he gets back with her.

"I understand" Is what you told him, but in reality, you didn't. You knew so much about her and how she broke his heart, how could he still go back to her?

But that was oh so many years ago, now here he was, walking into the place you worked.

Aaron couldn't believe it was you. He saw your picture up in the hallway, but he didn't want to believe you were actually here, considering you said you didn't want to stay in this state.

You were in your classroom, talking to your teacher bestie. Both of you laughing off the problems you were both encountering today. It was when you noticed a man in a suit standing in the doorway of your classroom.

"Good Afternoon, sorry to bother you, my name is."

"Aaron Hotchner."

Your coworker said, "You know him?"

"You could say that, can you give us a moment?"

She walked out of the classroom, shutting the door behind her. When you looked at him, you saw how he looked older, grown into his fuller body. He looked tired. He looked too fit to be a lawyer.

"What is Aaron Hotchner doing in my classroom?"

"Your name came up in an investigation, I had to see if it was really you."

"Well, it's me. Ask your questions and leave."

You didn't want to be so harsh, and you saw the look in his eyes. It was the same look he gave you when you didn't have any words to say when he told you he was choosing Haley. He felt hurt. His eyes said it, his body language looked like it.

"I'm sorry, Aar. I didn't mean to be so harsh, but you left me. Not even that, you broke me. I refused to date anyone else in college because they weren't you. You broke me, little freshman me who had a great world ahead of her. I should have listened when they said don't get involved with a senior. But I didn't. I was so naive to think that you'd actually choose me over her. But, you ended up marrying her."

He held up his left hand and said, "I should have never left you that night. Yes, I ended up marrying her, but she divorced me. She passed away a few years back."

"Aar, I'm so sorry."

"No, you don't have to be sorry. You have a right to be mad at me."

"You've only got yourself to blame!"

Aaron looked at you. Why were you arguing with him, just let him talk. It had been years since he broke your heart, yet, a piece of it was still missing, and he had it. He could shatter it or fix it, right now.

"I was engaged to Haley shortly after we got back together. I thought it was the right thing to do. Be with someone my age, not a freshmen. Be with the high school sweetheart, not someone I met at a party."

You looked at him and just shook your head, annoyed thinking back to how much you were hurt when Haley showed up at the restaurant you and Aaron were at.

"I may have been engaged but I came back."

"What?"

What was he talking about? He never came back. You would have known.

"Yeah, I told Haley I couldn't marry her and I came right back."

"Why didn't you call?"

"Because I was crazy enough to think that you'd be waiting for me, only when I came back, Matt told me you were off with some other guy. So, I went back to Haley, who told me I was an idiot, and married me to prove it."

Matt knew? Matt became your additional best friend, even more than your high school bestie was. Maybe it's because he was like a brother to you, but he was there when Aaron left. Matt helped pick up the pieces of your broken heart, and he saw you at your worst, so why wouldn't he had told you that Aaron came looking for you?

"Y/n, your name wasn't on the list for an investigation, the principal was, I saw your picture in the hallway, and the principal was walking me down the hall to talk to another teacher, and I heard your laugh from down the hall. I had to come. A piece of me died when I broke your heart. To this day, I haven't been over our breakup. Deep down, you're the one for me. If you've met someone, I'll leave right now, you won't ever see me again, but if you're single, I want you. I want it to be us, like it should have been."

He was never over you, he wasn't over the breakup. That's commitment. You owed him a date. You were single and still in love with Aaron Hotchner, the man you met in college.

"Pick me up at 7. I'll text you my address. If the date goes well, you owe me."

"What do I have the pleasure of owing you?"

"Your last name."

His smile on his face said it all. He was in this for the long hall. The date that night went great. Tearful apologies from both of you. A make-up kiss, spending the night just talking and hanging out. Less than a year later, you and Aaron were engaged and getting married. He owed you his last name, he gave it to you. He broke your heart, and he fixed it.

[55sturn]

pleaseeeeeeeeeeee do tell us what happens between them thank you ily

i get posting this really means that i won’t be coming back to finish their story which is really bittersweet. but anyway, i’ve got numerous parts of their story finished in my drafts and i’m truly heartbroken that they’ll never see the light of day but we left off with them going back to his house to make up.

disclaimers: implications of smut, mentions of harder drugs, mentions of angst, mentions of parties, implications of SA [ chris is not involved in this ] and mentions of addictions.

the make up smut basically included chris going feral and being absolutely pussy drunk, and he kept begging her to give her just one more orgasm as her apology, they then fell asleep cuddling before she left at like 7 in the morning. after that, she shows up at chris’ door after dropping some acid she bought off another dealer friend and she’s petrified because she’s never done it before, and chris keeps her calm and safe for the duration of time that the drug stays in her system, and it causes her to freak out because this is the first instance where she sees him care for her while he fully sober, and it proves that he does actually love her, that he not just saying mindless shit to get in her pants. and she leaves in a hurry because as she sobers up, she feels herself giving into him caring and loving her the way a boyfriend would, and she doesn’t want that. she’s hardly ever sober around chris, she tries to make sure that she isn’t ever sober around him for the sole purpose of her true feelings coming to light.

after she leaves, they meet up at y/n’s best friend, karina’s, party. and y/n see chris dealing to karina’s girlfriend, and she trips shit. she finds one of her ex hook ups and spend the night sitting in his lap, making out with him when she knows she’s in chris’ line of sight. and basically, she causes a huge shit show between her and chris because she read him dealing to her best friend’s girlfriend wrong. which leads to chris leaving and texting y/n, explaining the situation before telling her that she can’t stay the night because he’s got a massive deal at the docks while a major bonfire party is going on. however, y/n begs to come on the deal with him, and he’s adamant on not letting her. he needs space from her, and she only wants to go to get part of the cut. but in the end, he makes sure she doesn’t come along, and she makes sure he ends up in handcuffs after snitching on him to her dad, otherwise known at the sheriff.

they go a few weeks without talking before meeting up at a carnival which goes well for a while until an elderly woman is so enamoured by the idea of them being a young couple in love and starts asking questions and y/n surprises both her and chris by saying they’ve been dating for six months, and it makes chris happy, to the point where he fully confesses his love where they’re at the top of the ferris wheel, but in true y/n fashion, she rejects him, and admits to just using him because she could never be seen dating a lowlife piece of shit dealer like him. and it ends with him walking away.

which brings us to the possible alt ending that i posted where they’re both a party and he’s moved on, and she’s hoping he still feels the same but he doesn’t even acknowledge her existence.

or the other ending i had planned is where she storms out of the party and he follows, asking her why the fuck she’s so upset at the idea of him moving on, and she finally admits her feelings and that she’s terrified of letting another dealer hurt her, and he learns her backstory with her older ex-boyfriend [ he was a senior ] while she was in sophomore year that took advantage of her and got her hooked on drugs, and he promises to quit dealing anything for good if it means being with her. and she gives him a chance.

[fushitoru]

hey aashi is there ever will be part2 for we cool for summer..😔😔it would be soo nice (needthat)

hi pookie.....lowk i hate that fic it was soo bad....like my writing sucked because it was my first time writing for gojo ever.....he's so hard to write for....but thank you for appreciating it ily <333

however the five fans of we're cool for the summer shouldn't worry im thinking of rewriting it COMPLETELY by having the same scene (just..better) + lore and a whole series of events where reader keeps encountering beach boy!gojo during her vacation and they both decide to start a no strings attached relationship while they're on vacation. but they do some things that are a little tooooo romantic, like cuddling at the bonfire, walking by the beachside at night alone and having deep convos, cuddling after sex....so they are STRUGGLING

strangers to lovers is so hard to write gr T_T

[argentinagp]

so in 2016, i was scrolling tumblr when i saw these selfies reblogged by my mutual. it was of a girl sitting on some breakers near the lake with a caption about it being the one nice day of the year so far. i was like wait. is this person also in Wisconsin? so i went to her blog and lo and behold, she was. so i scrolled through her stuff and found out that we had a lot of the same interests. so i followed her. (what i didn't know at the time was that she'd been following me for awhile).

soon after, she posted something about her mom and being upset and i was like hey. i know all about that kind of stuff so i messaged her to talk to her and we chatted a bit. we started chatting more and more and eventually ended up in a group chat with two of my friends talking about (of all things) one direction. but we kept up our private convo where we talked about literally everything.

then in june of 2016, my mom was rediagnosed with cancer and had surgery. she talked to me through all of this and was there when i was upset an then i made the decision to go home to california for all of july to help my mom out. so i was suddenly on west coast time while she was on central time. and we talked all the time. on snapchat, via text, on tumblr, everything. and slowly, i was like wow. i really like this person. like, a lot. and we talked about her exploring her sexuality and i was like if she's exploring her sexuality i cannot like, come onto her so i'm going to remain chill and be her friend while she needs one.

but through all of this - we had matching layouts on tumblr. multiple different matching layouts. as friends. and then on like, july 12 2016, a bunch of anons came into my inbox calling us grizzy and grazzy and asking about us being like "(eyes) why are you matching" and it was all very silly but it kept me smiling during a really hard time.

and again. we talked all the effing time. the whole month of july. and i had stopped saying "omg i love you" like a friend and started doing "ily" bc my feelings were HUGE i was def like, head over heels. fell very hard very fast.

so then i flew back to wisconsin and literally within days, she was flying to europe for her godfather's birthday celebration. and we tried to text through all of it, i remember sneaking my phone out at work to text her and send her selfies and we counted down the days until she was back in america because it was horrible trying to text across countries with unreliable wifi for her.

and then she landed in wisconsin again and we were talking all again and suddenly she invited me to her house, an hour and a half away, for a bonfire on august 14th. and i was like. sure sure i can do this. let's uh do this. i had no idea what was going to happen. i was unsure of it all, very much like "we're just friends" mindset. and so i drove all the way to her city with butterflied in my stomach, terrified she didn't like me or that we were just friends or we wouldn't click in person, and boy was i wrong. we clicked immediately, hugging and getting along. and we went to get food and our hands kept brushing. and we sat around the bonfire holding hands awkwardly. and then her roommate said she'd leave for the night so i could sleep in her bed instead of grace's bed because she had a twin. and the futon was uncomfy.

and then sometime after midnight, after laying there talking and giggling and generally being awkward, i kissed her. the next day we went to the pancake house as our "first date" and walked to a beach on the lake and then i got vertigo and threw up like, 18 hours into us dating and slept at her house for a whole day (called out of work) and stays at her house for like. three days? basically. i was there for awhile.

and now, 8 years later, grace and i are married and living our best life with two cats and a cozy apartment <3

🥹🥹🥹 this is SOOOOO cute and makes me so happy. I always love when u or grace talk ab each other, there is so much love and your story is the best thing, im honored i can be mutuals of you two and see ur love in my dash 🫶🏻

send me ur love story/crush/etc

[oceaneyesinla]

ROXY!!! gonna pick the obvious one and ask abt fallon's autumn leaves event!!! teehee ily friend 💜

FALLON!! i figured that title would interest you 💖

I PROMISE IT IS STILL HAPPENING!

it is inspired by the Bonfire night celebration at the local historical estate near where I grew up 😊 it will be fluffy and fun and full of love (bc i adore writing giyuu 💖 especially soft giyuu 🥰)

and here is a little preview of the first line:

You’re practically vibrating with excitement as you weave through the crowds of people, and Giyuu is being a very good sport about the way you’re dragging him along behind you, fingers interlocked both for security and to chase away the chill surrounding you both.

ask about my wips

[satorisoup]

GENE SELFSHIP QUESTIONS COMING UR WAY !

where is ur fav place to go to with him?

what is ur guys’ love languages?

what pet names to u call each other? any favs?

what’s something he’s said to u that you’ll never forget?

what do u guys do for each others bday’s?

love u lots lene <3 /p

UWAHHHH MY DEAREST LUMA !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و you are spoiling me soso much with all these questions teehee !! i love talking about my sugu so i might’ve went overboard here :3

favorite place to go with suguru :

we love to go to the beach & have bonfires !! me & suguru will go and light up some sparklers & sit by the fire, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone !! it’s always nice to watch the sunset while im wrapped up in his arms <3 and the beach always looks soso pretty at night !! >//<

me and suguru’s love language :

my love language for him would have to be words of affirmation, and his for me is probably acts of service !! i’m always telling him how much i adore him and love him no matter what, and it’s always worth it to see his pretty smile <3 and suguru is always doing the sweetest things for me when i dont even ask sniff T^T warming up bubble baths, brushing my hair, massaging me after a long day, tucking me in, he does it out of love and it just makes my heart absolutely melt !! <3

pet names me and suguru use for eachother :

i usually call suguru “ sugu ” because his name is just so cute i can’t help it </3 but i’ll occasionally throw in a “ baby ” here and there !! when i’m feeling silly i’ll call him “sugu-bear” HELP >.<

suguru calls me “ sweetheart ” or sometimes “ angel ” teehee >//< i get so blushy when he does !! i find it silly when he just calls me “ girl ” sigh he’s so sassy i fear…

something suguru has said that i’ll never forget :

one time i asked if he could pick up some boba for me because i was craving it, he showed up to my house with the boba and tons of other stuff for me !! flowers & a cute pajama shirt to be exact :3 when i asked him “ why’d you get all this too ? ” he said straight faced no hesitation,

“ um, because i love you and i want to take care of you ? why else ? ”

what me and suguru do for our birthdays :

for suguru’s birthdays we usually have a nice little get together with friends, and then we go do something together one on one !! he’s a big softy and secretly loves being around all of his friends, so a nice dinner and presents at home is something he enjoys !! for our one on one we’ll spend our time together during the day <3

for his most recent birthday, i woke him up with his favorite breakfast and we went and visited the last snow of the season !! we went sledding ( and almost caused an avalanche ) it was soso much fun !! <3 then at night, we had our friends over with some yummy dinner and cake while he opened presents ( satoru and his gag gifts will never be forgotten… sigh )

for my birthday, suguru always takes me on a nice date he knows i’ll enjoy <3 and of course, we have friends join in for a nice lunch !! but most of the day is with me & him :3

for my last birthday, he woke me up with flowers and pancakes, then we went on a stroll around town and he collected some pretty leaves for me <3 after that, we went to lunch with satoru, nanami, & shoko and talked for hours !! i opened some gifts, and the rest of the night we spent outside on our patio playing with sparklers and messing around !!

PLS i definitely wrote a lot for this please forgive me, THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR ASKING ME ABOUT THA GENE LORE LUMA !! ily soso much and i appreciate you sniff !! lot’s of love to you as well, MWUAH !! /p

[proofwhisky]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 — 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙱𝚈. BOLD / ITALICIZE what applies.

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries.

𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint.

tagged by : @playedbetter ( ty.. ily... <3 ) tagging : @fuckingbiblical @timerevolt @leighiche @cartelheir @joshosis @depictedmorada @felinoir @am4zon @medicbled @oakthcrn @clochanam

[xanfeursel]

oc + random associations tag game

ty @dekarios for the tag :-) doing this with my two dark urges vyper + lophi

under a cut cause i figure this will get long lol. tagging anyone who'd like to do this bc. i dont wanna unintentionally bother anyone by @-ing them directly AGFHGF

ANIMALS:

VYPER; leopard geckos, dogs (specifically rottweilers + shiba inus!)

LOPHI; swans, bat eared foxes

COLORS:

VYPER; reds, greens, golds + specifically very ashy red tones. essentially the colors of his scales LOL but they're the colors i tend to dress him in as well.

LOPHI; black, white, purple, pink! sometimes red also but that's more pre-game lophi.

MONTH:

VYPER; march

LOPHI; january

SONGS:

digging from their playlists again but

VYPER; zoo - nilfruits

LOPHI; the greatest living show - toby fox & itoki hana

NUMBER:

VYPER; 7

LOPHI; 2

PLANTS:

VYPER; venus flytraps, white snakeroot, ericas

LOPHI; hydrangeas, lewisia, magnolias

SCENTS:

VYPER; burnt iron, the outdoors after it's freshly rained

LOPHI: wood, carnival food

GEMSTONE:

VYPER; alexandrite

LOPHI; rhodonite

TIME OF DAY:

VYPER; sundown

LOPHI; sunrise

SEASON:

VYPER; autumn

LOPHI; winter

PLACES:

VYPER; cozy inns, abandoned temples, the wilderness

LOPHI; theaters, carnivals, opera houses

FOOD:

VYPER; a nice, rare steak- prepared with love.

LOPHI; a sweet raspberry tart whos' filling gets all over your fingers

DRINKS:

VYPER; white tea that's a little too hot upon first sip

LOPHI; a sweet cocktail with a bitter aftertaste

ELEMENT

VYPER; fire

LOPHI; air

SEASONINGS:

VYPER; peppercorn, turmeric, thyme

LOPHI; vinegar, cinnamon, star anise

SKY:

VYPER; the night sky on a summer night as you have a bonfire

LOPHI; the clear sunny sky after a rainstorm

MAGICAL POWERS:

VYPER; holy and righteous magic, magical smites and such.

LOPHI: magic that can power her allies; rather than smiting her foes.

WEAPONS:

VYPER; a heavy greataxe

LOPHI: an elegant rapier

CANDIES:

VYPER; chewy taffy

LOPHI; pop rocks

ARTSTYLE:

VYPER; abstract expressionism, action painting

LOPHI; romanticism, art nouveau, classic fairytale illustrations

FEAR:

VYPER; of loosing control, loosing yourself

LOPHI; of being back to where you once were

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE:

VYPER; chimera, minotaur

LOPHI; pheonix

PIECE OF STATIONARY:

VYPER; a well loved fountain pen

LOPHI; a half empty bottle of red ink

THREE EMOJIS:

VYPER; 🫀🐕💥

LOPHI; 🪽🎻🪦

CELESTIAL BODY:

VYPER; the sun

LOPHI; the moon

WHEW . THIS WAS A LOT. BUT VERY FUN. if you read this whole thing ily

[rhettabbotts]

you remind me of watching a sunset in the mountains, drinking moonshine with your friends, and listening to old country music. everyone is laughing and sharing blankets by pulling them over shoulders. the night ends with sharing stories around a bonfire and going to bed smelling like smoke.

ily shelbs you’re such a good soul ❤️

im gonna kiss you on the forehead this made me tear up so much ily most ❤️

[ergo-the-magnificent]

i love you bonfire night i love you smoke smell that clings to my clothes i love you sugar shell on a burnt marshmallow i love you tiny millipede we found i love you rain that hisses as it hits the fire i love you firetwirling with a stick we found on the ground

[lilflowerpot]

ok, I have the most important question of all: How are you? Hope life is going well for you right now?

((rambly personal post incoming, you have been warned))

I am,,,,,,,,, learning, I suppose. You know how people tell you that life is less a steady curve of progress, and more a wiggly-woggly mess of ups and downs and tight little knots that no one—least of all you—can make sense of? I think I am in the process of unraveling one of those knots.

Those of you who've been around for a while (or have been very dedicated in combing back through both this blog and my ao3 author notes) may recall that I've had a somewhat contentious relationship with my health for several years now; the short of it is that burnout is no joke, and I've come to accept that due to various life circumstances and the extreme stress caused by them c.2014–2018, the ramifications my body suffered in the years following will... likely never go away completely. My physical health is not what it was, and possibly never will be again, but with the divine combination of medication & love, I'm learning to live with it, so aside from one small scare that saw me rushed off to A&E for an utterly //thrilling// overnight adventure back in july, I am greatly improved from where I was a few years ago.

On a more positive note, I started therapy! Though it's not something I advertise irl due to being quite a private person (and having someone in particular in my life who,,, shall we say struggles with respecting boundaries?) I want to be open about the experience on here, because mental health is absolutely something that should be destigmatised, and I think that my younger self might have reached out sooner had she had more people tell her that it was okay to do so? I started CBT in early 2022, which really didn't work for me because it felt very... focused in the moment? Like "go on a walk! set yourself tasks! simply Do Better :)" and the therapist I was working with did not, to put it delicately, make me feel particularly listened to—by which I mean he would repeatedly cut me off to ask questions......that I tended to be already halfway through answering.

I've now moved on to Psychodynamic therapy, for which I've only had a couple of sessions thus far, but have found infinitely more helpful and suited to the issues I personally need to address; I'm sure you've seen people saying things of this vein before, but I cannot emphasise enough the importance of finding a therapist that works for (and more importantly with) you! So if anyone reading this has perhaps toyed with the idea of therapy, but lost heart (darling, I've been there) then please allow me to encourage you to seek help if you are able. I won't lie to you, it's emotionally taxing—exhausting, even—and already I've cried about things I didn't even know I was still struggling with, but it's also been i n c r e d i b l y cathartic to have a professional with no emotional stake in my life (ie. I don't fear judgement or personal ramification) walk me through the process of untangling it all.

What else... oh, I'm taking up lifedrawing again! It's something I greatly enjoyed during university, and I've managed to find a class nearby that starts up next week, so I'm very much looking forward to that. There are also several additional (and entirely free!) short courses offered by my local college that I'm looking into, in the hopes that I might find some passion and direction for myself beyond where I am rn. As a final note, I've got an exciting personal project in the works that—all being well—I'll hopefully be able to reveal to you all in the coming spring, so stay tuned for that!

So yes, I'm learning, things are looking up, and I'm working my way toward building a modest future for myself, even if it's not at all what I might have expected it to be a decade ago. Life is funny like that.

[ghostfilesbish]

you ask me to write a poem about you, and i suddenly forget every word i ever read. you ask me to write a poem about you and suddenly i feel the storm looming in me go quiet, i feel silence everywhere and i forget everything

i don't think poems could ever hold you, poems could never trap you and hold you like my love for you would, your essence and your soul could never be done justice, your colours could never be as bright

you ask me to write a poem about you and all i can picture is a steady wave that washes me over, a flood that cradles me in my sleep. you ask me to write a poem about you and all i can feel is a warm ember that chases away cold nights. you ask me to write a poem about you and all i can hear are your soft giggles and loud screams, and all i can remember are your harsh hands on my back and the calloused fingers that console me as i break.

poems are an amalgamation of emotions, of past memories and present dreams, of future wishes and eternal streams, darkness disobeying light and evil carving good on my skin. poems are every weapon and every psalm, they transcend you and me. poems about strawberries and climate change, poems about space and the words left unsaid, poems about tears and the divide we had in between. i could write a poem about the blue sky and the lava that runs beneath our feet, but you ask me to write a poem about you and the ink runs dry on an empty sheet.

your memories are polaroids that deck my rooms and lights that fill up my sky, your hugs wane the moon and calm the tides, your cheers are fireworks and your laughs are the stolen glances around the bonfire. your smell fills up my senses and i get lost in the corridors searching for words, words that could hold you and let them know how much I adore you.

you ask me to write a poem about you, and all i picture is bleeding sunlight and a sunflower field, but i am left empty of words because words could never carve you whole. you ask me to write a poem about you but all i can do is surrender and bleed myself dry, because poems could never describe you darling, the universe couldn't dream of it either.

this is for you @sunkissed-ocean @sunsetskies-over-icecream, i love you guys so much and this is my love letter to you. ik I'm a bit behind because valentine's was yesterday, but yeah ily bye hehe tell me how you liked it in school tmrw<3

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[rafescoke]

Older ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe falling in love with a Maybank wouldn’t be too bad.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse!, alcohol, getting intoxicated, sexual harassment, swearing, sweet Rafe Cameron

A/N: I don’t think this is my best fic, but let me know if I should continue this mini series!! thank you so much for 500+ followers, ily <33

p.s; you know the drill.. send requests!

(Y/N) wondered if a boy like him would ever like a girl like her.

It’s the soft touches against her skin, you see, that got her all worked up at work. She had a bad day at school, getting in a fight with her brother over not washing the dishes piling up in the sink, and there he was;

In his blue plaid shirt, his hair messily parted and that beautiful smile of his. He laughed at something the girl in front of him had said, and (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Go. Table 7.”

“What? I’m on my break!” She huffed, picking up her half-eaten sandwich and motioning it to the manager. “I have 10 minutes left.”

“We’re short of staff today,” he grunted, trying to balance the tray and an iPad on both hands. “Please.”

“Do I get more pay this month?”

“I’ll think about it,” he grumbled, and handed her the tray as she wrapped the sandwich again. “Oh, can you tell your brother that he’s fired? He didn’t come for his shift again today.”

“Not my problem,” she mumbled, taking the tray into her hands before proceeding to the diners. Her eyes swept over the many tables, and stopped at the seventh table from the front.

Fuck.

She swallowed her saliva, trying to contain her nervousness as she walked towards the table. She hoped against hope he wouldn’t notice her and continue to talk to whoever she was in front of him, but she wasn’t that lucky.

“Hey,” Rafe said softly, looking up to her. (Y/N) smiled weakly, not wanting to pull any attention towards her and hurried up to serve them.

“Hey, um-” the girl before him stopped her, and (Y/N) turned to look at her with her usual server smile. She hates it. “The pasta’s cold, can I get a new one?”

“Come on, Dee, it’s not that big of a deal,” Rafe said, but (Y/N) tried her hardest to maintain the smile. She couldn’t care less about her pasta, and she wouldn’t even bat an eye if an animal had crawled into her meal.

“I’ll reheat it for you,” she smiled fakely, picking up the plate before walking back towards the kitchen. Her smile completely disappeared when she pushed through the door separating the dining area and the kitchen, and proceeded to the cook.

“Another bitch?”

“Another bitch,” she sighed, and watched as the cook laughed and placed the pasta in the microwave. “You know, John, I really wish I don’t have to work in a restaurant.”

“It gives money, so I ain’t complaining much,” he mumbled, fiddling with the buttons on the stove. “But you’re still so young, mija. Don’t stress yourself too much. Where’s the brother?”

“JJ? I don’t know. He didn’t even come to school today. I wish he’s a better brother.”

“He is,” he shrugged, watching the timer counted down to signal the end of the reheating process. “He’s just ain’t showing it. They’ll appear.”

“What’ll appear?”

“The love.”

(Y/N) laughed, flatting her tray against the metal surface to let the cook placed the reheated pasta. “There’s no such thing as love, John. It’s all made up for little girls to believe.”

“Are you not a little girl?”

(Y/N) smiled, muttered a ‘thank you’ before proceeding to table number 7. She took a deep breath and forced herself to form the most politest smile ever, and placed the pasta in front of the girl, or Dee, or whatever Rafe was calling her.

“Thanks,” she muttered, not looking at her, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but noticed the side glance Rafe had given her during their brief meeting, but she didn’t want to dwell so much on that thought, not when she needed to make an amount of money to help put food for her family.

“You’re back late.”

“Sorry dad, I was working,” she sighed, placing her house keys on the table. “Have you eaten?”

Luke swatted his hands, motioning that he’s content. (Y/N) sighed a breath of relief, not feeling like making him anything and was just asking out of politeness.

“Your pants are a little bit tight today.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, the sudden wave of fear engulfing her. She bit her lips before turning to her father, “It’s the only pair I have left. The others are still in the laundry bag.”

“Hmm,” Luke hummed, his eyes still intently glued on the television screen. (Y/N) heard the soaring of a football game, and prayed it was his team that had won the match so that he wouldn’t be as cross.

“I’m going to my room, okay?”

“Wait-”

Her chest was heaving heavily now, being so afraid of her own father that she could feel her tears starting to form. She forced a weak smile, “Yeah?”

She didn’t realise how he had gotten up from his previous seat in front of the television, being so caught up with the warnings inside her head. He leaned onto her, smelling her scent, and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re not out with any boys, are you?”

“No,” she whispered, and she gripped onto the hem of her work top. “Dad, can I please go?”

“Why are you so scared?” He continued, his pointer grazing against her ear to her cheeks. “I’m your dad, remember?”

“Dad?”

Luke pulled away from her and walked towards the television again when a certain blonde boy appeared from the front door, his eyebrows furrowed. JJ’s eyes followed his father’s movement, and ended at the sight of his sister.

The tightness in his body softened as he took a step closer to her, “You’re okay?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, wiping the hot tears away from her face and giving him a weak smile. “I’m just going to stay in my room, okay?”

“Okay,” JJ said, watching as she walked slowly towards the back of the house. He glanced at his father, silent as ever, and muttered something under his breath before making his way to his room as well.

JJ Maybank hates Luke Maybank more than anything else in the world, but he also loves him more than anything else in the world. He had wished for nothing else other than his father actually being a father figure for (Y/N), if not him. He could see how much she needed Luke to become some kind of a guardian.

Every time there was a PTA meeting, it had been John to come and see her teachers. John had joked a lot of times before, saying how he’s going to adopt her one day, and when JJ was just 14, he used to get so overprotective of his sister that he would pull a face and gesture some kind of a rude word at him.

But if that's what it takes for her to finally be safe, he’s willing to lose her.

“Hey,” JJ knocked on her door softly, and he waited quietly to hear her shuffle of movements. He waited a few more seconds, and when heard the lock unlocking, forced himself a smile.

“Do you want to go to the bonfire party tonight?” He asked, raising his eyebrows to motion how serious he was. JJ never liked bringing (Y/N) to see the other pogues, and he had tried to assure himself that it was because of how she’s a year younger, but he couldn’t deny the real truth;

(Y/N) knew about his huge crush towards Kie, and the last time she hang out with them resulted into him having to tackle her down before she could say anything to the girl.

“Is Kie not coming or something?” (Y/N) made a face, but JJ could see the happy glint in her eyes.

“Can you drop that topic already?” He sighed, “Are you coming or not?”

“Um-” she glanced at something behind her back, sighed, and nodded slowly. “Okay. I guess I could use some time off schoolwork.”

“Don’t stress too much about school,” JJ shrugged, “You’re still 17.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Can you go, now? And oh, you’re fired by the way.”

“They love me, they’ll hire me again,” JJ shrugged, and gave her another comforting smile before making his way back to his room. “You know you can always tal-”

“No, I don’t know,” she groaned playfully, closing the door against his face as JJ laughed. His heart soared, and he swore he would do anything in his will to protect his sister from their father, heartbreak, or whatever.

. . .

“I missed you!” Kie exclaimed, pulling her into a hug and giving her a kiss on her cheeks. “God, you’re taller than me now.”

(Y/N) glanced at her brother, to which he was motioning his thumb against his neck, trying to tell her that he would kill her if she says anything to the girl. (Y/N) laughed, “I missed you too, Kie.”

(Y/N) situated herself beside Pope, watching as he flicked through his Chemistry text book, and scribbled something a note on one of the pages.

“Isotopes has the same number of protons but different number of neutrons,” (Y/N) mumbled, pointing to false knowledge he’ve written. Pope looked at her, amazed, and let out the loudest laugh ever that JJ had to scream from the front for him to shut up.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he continued to laugh, erasing his mistake and jotting down the correct information. “And you’re younger. Do you hear that JJ?”

“What?” JJ yelled back, his eyes focusing on the road.

“Maybe you should be as clever as your sister,” Pope laughed, and Kie gave him a high-five from the front seat. He turned to look at her again, “Where’d you learn that?”

“JJ’s text book.”

Pope laughed, his head shaking at the thought of JJ sleeping while his sister sneaked into his room to steal his text book. He finally understood the reason why he was always in detention for not bringing his book.

“Stay close, and don’t wander away,” JJ warned, staring straight into her eyes. She laughed at his tone, but her smile disappeared when he pulled her again.

“I mean it, (Y/N).”

“Are you seriously turning into dad, now?”

“Don’t mention his name,” he sighed, fixing his hair and walking before him with his friends. “Just stay close, okay?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, already seeing how boring her night was going to be; trying to understand the inside jokes between JJ and his friends, not being allowed to drink any alcohol and is going to be constantly asked to fix her ribbed top so not much of her skin is exposed.

She sighed, following her brother, but as soon as they got further away she felt the need to just hang out, maybe searching for her friends and getting a drink for herself. She was never a fan of alcohol, so JJ really didn’t have to worry about her getting drunk.

“You’re (Y/N), right?”

(Y/N) looked up to a pair of gorgeous green eyes, and she felt her heart sink. She looked away, not expecting her best friend’s boyfriend, and sighed.

“What do you need, Carter? I’m looking for Emily too.”

“Oh, she’s not coming,” he shrugged, standing beside her. She felt the sudden warmth and scooted further, not wanting to allow any attention towards her. “Something about a stomach ache.”

“Why aren’t you resting with her?” She pulled a look, crossing her arms. She didn’t want to talk to him or even look at him, but he didn’t seem to get that note.

“And pass up this year’s bonfire party? Nah,” he sipped on his red cup, and leaned against her. She could feel his lips beside her ear now, “Wanna get a drink?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Come on,” he expressed, throwing his arms up into the air in fake exasperation. “It’s a party. You cannot enjoy a party without being drunk.”

“Hm,” she shrugged, still not interested. She thought about what else she could say to get him away from her. “Worth trying, I guess.”

“You are damn impossible to please, Maybank,” Carter laughed, showing his pearly white teeth. (Y/N) smiled at this, taking the statement into a compliment, and made to walk away. He grabbed her wrist before she could get away, and she sighed in annoyance.

“One drink,” he smiled. “And I’ll leave you alone.”

(Y/N) thought about this, long and hard, and the sudden thought of wanting to be free for once entered her mind. She gave him a small nod.

“One drink.”

“One drink,” he confirmed, and pulled her to the drinks section. (Y/N) waited for him to get her a drink, her eyes swarming over the sea of people dancing, some talking, some already kissing and some just standing. This was her third bonfire party in Obx, and the party didn’t get any boring.

“Here you go,” Carter appeared, placing the red cup into her hands. “Let’s chug it down together. Are you ready? 1, 2, 3!”

(Y/N) scrunched up her face at the strong taste of vodka, feeling her throat burning. It felt good though, especially when you are in need to forget some hesvy things in your mind.

“What do you say?” Carter smiled, “Want more?”

“I’ll try more,” she laughed, giving him the cup as he muttered ‘I told you so’ and came back with another cup. They counted together again, and (Y/N) never felt better after drinking an intoxicating drink.

She didn’t remember why she never liked alcohol, but at that moment, she felt like drinking her money and family issues away. She didn’t even realise when Carter had placed his arms around her, telling her humourless jokes that she laughed at anyways.

“Wanna go to my car?”

“Huh?” She looked at him, half-smiling and half-frowning. She was at her 7th cup now, but being a lightweight person, she felt like she was on her 30th cup. “What for?”

“Driving around town,” he smiled, standing up and offering his hand. “Wanna drive around with me?”

“Just you?” She mumbled, closing her eyes. She could feel his arms around her, trying to help her walk, but she didn’t have enough energy to push him away. If anything, she was glad he had brought her away from the loud music that made her dizzy.

“Where’s the car?” (Y/N) whined, feeling her arms hurting from the rough grip by Carter. She could hear the crunch of twigs under her feet, and when she finally had an ounce of power to see her surroundings, she saw the empty car park near the beach.

“Carter, I don’t feel so good,” she said, trying to push him away. The grip around her tightened, and she had never felt so panicked as she was at that time. She tried to calm down, still looking for anyone who can help her, but the parking lot was deserted.

“Carter, I can walk,” she tried again, but he didn’t let go. She understood the whole situation clearly now, and wished she had stayed with JJ and his friends instead of wandering around by herself.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

Carter stopped walking, cursing while he turned to look at the voice behind him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling her arms bruising, and she couldn’t even glance up to see who it was that saved her. She could feel her eyesight getting darker as she leaned on Carter for some type of balance.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” Carter groaned, still holding her by his side. “Don’t you have anything to do? Like golf, or something.”

“Nah,” the voice replied, and (Y/N) perked up at the way his voice sounded. It was all so familiar to her. . .

“Look, Cameron, just go, okay? I’m not in your business, so stay out of mine,” Carter huffed, walking backwards slowly. “And she’s with me, right, (Y/N), you’re with me?”

“Let her go, man,” Rafe sighed, “I’m making it easy for you. Let her go.”

“Come on, I’m not letting you take her with you,” he shrugged, “Rafe. I swear. You don’t want to mess with me.”

“Aren’t you a little bit too old for her?” Rafe raised a brow, “Aren’t you my age, or something?”

“Fuck!” Carter yelled, and (Y/N) gasped from the sudden pain coursing through her veins at the jerk. “Go and fuck off.”

“You’re not leaving me a choice, man,” Rafe said, and before anyone could process, Carter was down to the ground, yelling at Rafe for him to stop as he kept throwing punches after punches, his forehead creasing and his knuckles ripping.

(Y/N) groaned from the ground, unable to get up, and she swore he had drugged her. She was never this weak, not even when she was sick, and she hated how she couldn’t even lift a finger.

“Don’t fucking touch her again!” Rafe yelled, spitting on the groaning boy as he grunted against the pain, his knuckles all bruised up and bloody.

“Hey, you’re okay?” Rafe asked, helping her to her feet. (Y/N) nodded, still so weak, and wrapped her hands around his arms as he watched her limped.

“You know what? Let me carry you,” he sighed, looking at the previous space where he had had a fight with Carter. He was nowhere to be seen now, and Rafe didn’t think he could fight him off for the second time, not when he’s tired.

“I can walk,” she mumbled, trying to push him off, but even a second after he let her go she tripped onto the road, and grunted at her burning knees. “My knees, oh my god, I’m in so much pain!”

“Let me carry you,” he sighed again, squatting to her level. She looked so sad, pouting her lips and her eyebrows all scrunched down. She shook her head when he tried to hold her, crossing her arms.

“(Y/N), let me carry you.”

“I don’t even know you!” She spat, her eyes glassy and her cheeks red. Rafe didn’t know she would be like this when she was drunk, but he couldn’t deny the amusement he was feeling.

“Of course you know me,” he tried again, slowly wrapping his fingers around her wrist. “It’s Rafe.”

“I don’t know any Rafe.”

“It’s Rafael Cameron,” Rafe rolled his eyes, cringing at the sound of his full name. He never liked the name, saying how it made him look like some type of a knight in 1823, but it was one of the only memories left of his real mother.

“I know a Rafael,” she nodded. “But he don’t look like you.”

“(Y/N), let’s just go before some creep decides to kidnap you,” he pulled her up, to which she obliged at the sound of ‘kidnapping’. “I’ll send you to your house, okay?”

“No!” She pulled him close, hugging him tightly that he was too stunned to react. His arms weren’t even touching her, stopping midway, and he only hugged her back when she cried.

“He’s gonna be mad at me,” she whimpered, tugging on his collar. “And he’s going to beat me up and-”

“Wait, wait, who?” He pulled her off, watching as she looked at him with those eyes again. Rafe furrowed his eyebrows, his chest heaving. “Does JJ do-”

“Not JJ,” she cried, and pulled him towards a random car. “Can I please just stay with you until the next morning? Please.”

“Are you sure?” Rafe looked around, and he thought about Dee who was waiting for him at the party. He shook his head at the thought, not wanting to put her first. “We can stay somewhere else?”

(Y/N) nodded frantically, and Rafe thought about the truth behind all of her words. She was never this miserable, looking all happy when he sees her at the restaurant, taking orders with that goddamn smile and laughing at the unfunny jokes old men would give her just for some tips.

Without him knowing, the restaurant by the bay became one of his top favourite restaurants, but it wasn’t because of the food. Rafe never really liked their steaks, always preferring the one closer to the country club, but he was willing to put aside his cravings for that one certain waitress.

“Okay,” he nodded, leading her to the jeep parked a few cars away. She looked so tired, her hair messily tucked behind her ears, her makeup smudged, and Rafe felt a sudden wave of relief for being there in the parking lot to grab his phone in the car.

The drive was silent, and Rafe even thought that she had gone to sleep. When he looked at her from the corners of his eyes, he was surprised to see her silently staring at the dark view outside, unmoving.

He parked outside of the hotel he usually goes to when he’s in need for some alone time, checking the time on his phone before helping her out. She didn’t say a word to him, keeping her head down, only inching closer when they were on their way up to their room.

(Y/N) never been to a fancy hotel like this, only staying in a small hotel in Spain with her aunt 4 summers ago, so she was quite bewildered when she looked around the room. She bit her lips, staring at the one queen bed, and turned to look at him.

“Are we sharing a bed?”

“Oh, no, we don’t have to,” Rafe quickly said, trying to calm her down. “I think you should sleep it off. I’ll stay on the sofa.”

“Okay, thanks.”

But she couldn’t close her eyes. Every time she tried to sleep it off, she would think about Luke with his hands around her face, forcing her to look up to his eyes and whispering sweet-nothings into her ear. JJ never knew about this, and (Y/N) never wanted to tell him out of fear and disappointment, so she had been keeping the secret for a really long time.

“Rafe?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for bringing me here.”

“It’s nothing,” he huffed, and (Y/N) heard him shift. The sound of a pillow hitting the floor blared throughout the dark room, and (Y/N) felt bad about letting him sleep on the sofa, especially when he was the one who had brought her to the hotel.

“You can stay in the bed with me.”

“Really? I can’t do that.”

“Why?” She asked, because she really didn’t mind sharing a bed with Rafe Cameron. It wasn’t like she was going to attack him.

“Just because.”

“Is it because you don’t like me?” She asked, and she heard an amused laugh coming from the sofa.

“Trust me, you’re wrong on that one,” he replied simply, and (Y/N) had to think of what he said again.

Wrong?

“Is it because I’m a minor?”

“We’re only 2 years apart.”

“So what’s the problem?” She pressed, because she couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just sleep on the same bed as her. They didn’t have to be all pushed up to each other. . .

“Because,” he sighed, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of stuff.”

“Rafe, I don’t understand,” she closed her eyes, her mind woozy from the back and forth fight with the boy.

Rafe sighed again, licking his lips before standing up from the sofa. “Okay, but I’m not a creep, okay?”

“So it is because I’m a minor,” she nodded to herself, and she felt a sudden wave of disappointment. If only she was a year older.

“Whatever,” he breathed, trying to get the best position under the covers. He felt her fingers and quickly pulled his hand away, his heart beating.

“You’re weird.”

“I just said I’m scared,” he shrugged, and finally settled comfortably. He felt so much better now, not having to pull his legs together and crossed his arms just to fit on the sofa.

“What if I do want you to sleep with me on the bed?”

“Shut up,” he groaned.

“No, Rafe, what if I do want you-”

“Shut up before I make you.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she thought of the many times she had repeated this exact line in a movie and how she had romanticised her own scenario to that line. She never thought of Rafe Cameron as the protagonist, only imagining Timotheé Chalamet and no one else.

“You’re still drunk, okay?” He suddenly said, and (Y/N) bit her lips at his exasperated tone. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m not Carter.”

“Okay,” she said softly, “I didn’t ask for you to fuck me, though.”

“Really? You’re begging for it right now.”

“I just want you to get comfortable.”

“Hm.”

“You’re full of yourself.”

“Yeah? You should see the eyes you give me at the restaurant,” he replied simply, and he could feel himself thinking of her slightly narrowed eyes, looking straight at him.

He shifted his position, placing a pillow against his front.

“Why didn’t you act on it?”

“Oh god, we’re still on this?” He grunted, “Go to sleep.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to fuck me?”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, and before she could think about anything else to say to him next, he had pulled her shoulders so that she could look at him.

She squinted against the darkness, using the moonlight as a source of light to stare into his beautiful blue orbs.

“I would fuck you, but I won’t do it when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You are, because-” he grazed his thumb against her bottom lip, and she had to hold her breath. “You’re not this open to me when you’re sober.”

“Isn’t it more fun, though? To fuck when you’re drunk?”

“I’d only do that if you’re my girlfriend.”

“So can I be your girlfriend?”

“I’ll think about it tomorrow,” he smiled, and pushed her back to face the ceiling. “Now sleep.”

“What if I want to become your girlfriend now?”

“JJ will kill me.”

“Can you kill him back?”

“(Y/N),” Rafe sighed, being so tired of going back and worth with her on this. Of course he wanted to touch her, more than anything else in the world, but he couldn’t do it when she was in a state like this. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Good girl.”

“Okay.”

He waited a few more minutes, ready to answer any remarks, but what came after was only her soft snores. He sighed in relief, leaning on his arms as he stared at her. He watched as her chest heaved peacefully, feeling all kinds of emotions at once, and he finally realised the truth;

This time he wasn’t playing; Rafe Cameron would never bring a girl to a fancy hotel for nothing other than sex, but here he was; refusing her teasings, and keeping her safe. It finally hit him; he would bring (Y/N) anywhere if that’s the only way to keep her smile.

He shut his eyes, making a mental note to make fun of her drunk state in the morning.

#Part 2

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hello love!!!!! okay could i request prompt 6 from the ‘random’ section with our beloved swede <3

ily, kisses and hugs for you bestie 💗😚 hope you’re having an amazing day

contains: alcohol, cuss words, descriptions of a breakup, sad and angsty

"i saw you dancing last night"

j's summer bash

William wrote a note in his phone quoting: tell the guys to never bring me here again. They had good intentions, of course. Nothing sucked more than seeing their best friend go through a horrible breakup. Sure, yeah, the breakup was his fault, but it sucked nonetheless.

He was now five shots deep, maybe six, and all the guys around him were laughing and having a good time. But he was too focused on the girl on the dance floor. she looked exactly like you, and for a moment he thought it was you. He thought it was you in those sparkly tasseled shorts, tight white tank top, curled hair and rhinestone leggings dancing with friends.

But then he remembered you don't like anything sparkly.

You don't like anything with sparkles- shoes, bags, clothes, notebooks- if it shines you don't want it. Because inevitably the sparkles will get onto everything and make an even bigger mess. But damn if he didn't think it was you for just a moment.

Because the song that was playing, he's seen you dance to a thousand times at other clubs just like this. He loves watching you dance too, because you look so free. So careless, like you're having the most fun in your life. It doesn't matter if there's a hundred people in the room or if it's just yourself, you're gonna dance. To take your mind off things, to take your worries off your shoulders for at least two taylor swift songs.

The thought breaks his heart, too. Because he can probably picture yourself dancing in your room, tears rolling down your cheeks as you dance to shake it off once more to take your mind off the heartbreak that he caused you. To get your mind off of him. it sounds selfish, but it breaks his fucking heart.

After shot number eight Mitch took William home. He was in no condition to take himself home, the liquor combined with the somber look on his face he was a seriously messed up guy.

He didn’t say much on the drive to his own apartment complex. Though he was thankful he had such good friends who took him out with intentions for will to feel better, he was feeling worse than before. he thinks that maybe if he hadn’t seen the girl who looked so much like you, he wouldn’t feel as bad as he does now.

The next day will asked Mitch if he would drive him to your house. Mitch, asking no questions, did exactly that. Mitch didn't think it was the best idea, he thinks Will should give it some more time. But Will is a grown man who can make his own decisions.

"Need me to go up there with you?" Mitch asked, pulling underneath the awning of the front drive to your apartment building. William shook his head.

"No, you can go. I'll just get an uber or something to go get my car. Thanks for taking me here," William shook his friends hand and listened to his friend wish him luck.

The elevator ride up was too long for his liking; it was too long, the elevator itself was too small, the jacket he was wearing was too tight. It's funny, though, the trek he had made a hundred times before now makes him feel queazy.

The moment he steps off the elevator, to the moment she answers the door is a blur. All he remembers is stepping into her apartment and smelling the familiar scent of the bonfire candle she always buys herself, the smell of the breakfast she had just made and the laundry that was being done. He's smelled it all a thousand times before, but this now feels different.

"I saw you dancing last night," was his response to when you asked why he was in your apartment. "But it wasn't you, but for a second i swore it was. I felt like i was in a movie."

"What?" You asked, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from William.

"Take me back. Please, that's why i'm here. I saw you - or who i thought was you - and I felt sick. Sick to my stomach because of how bad I fucked up, fucked us up, fucked you up. Take me back, i'm a sick man without you." William pleaded with you, he moved to get onto his knees in front of you with his hands on your thighs. He rested his forehead against your thigh, sighing out a heavy breath.

"Will you leave for worlds in like four days. Why are you doing this now?" Your voice sounded defeated, tired, and weak. There had been days and nights were you cried, stared at the heart he ripped out of your chest and threw at you on the floor, weeping over the man who was now on his knees begging you to take him back.

Half of you wanted to. Because you were so good together, so good. You loved him, he was a good man who always looked out for you. He protected, provided, and loved you. But damn, if he hadn't messed it all up, maybe this conversation wouldn't be happening. No, you're confident this wouldn't be happening.

"Come to worlds with me. Come to Finland, i'll pay for the ticket and everything and-"

"That's not the point, Will! Why are you here now? Now and not three weeks ago when it happened? What if i've already gotten over you?" William knew it wasn't true. He saw how puffy your eyes were and how droopy the ivy's were on the window seal, he knew you hadn't gotten over him. And he didn't get over her.

"Because I love you, and I will never stop loving you. Even if you never take me back, if I hurt you too bad, I'll always love you."

William was still on his knees in front of you, his eyes were watery and his cheeks were starting to get red. You knew he was telling the truth. You didn't respond to him for a while, you continued to stare at the wall in front of you while Williams eyes never left your face.

"I won't go to worlds with you. But, that doesn't mean I won't consider taking you back." A tremendous weight was lifted off of his shoulders after she spoke, "I still love you, Will. You fucked me up bad, but I still love you."

William reached for your hand and he then laced his fingers with yours. He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your palm.

"I'll see you after worlds."