#I know the quality of this is kinda ass but I couldn't find gifs of this so I made some

[deafeningdestinyaster]

Mike Wheeler : Unarmoured Knight (long ass post)

The fact that I find Mike struggles with is his limitations to meet the expectations or mostly the expectations that he has set for himself. As a GA what we can find is that objectively speaking Mike has got everything that a normal child needs. A fully functional 2 parents, siblings, financially well stable and good friends. The thing is that this might be something that he himself might be completely aware of. This might be something that make you feel that your problems are significantly trivial compared to others (in his case he's friends).

But the normal picture doesn't go much far as it has its own issues. Mostly a perpetual need to prove yourself and for Mike to be in the armour of a good friend, a leader and a boyfriend..For first 2 seasons Mike had a more central character and this kinda reflects how we personally finds him.. which is a really good friend, best friend. But from season 3 onwards we are shown find him not meeting his par. Thing is Mike was never actually given a chance to go through his emotions one by one but rather rushed through.

'Will came back' doesn't necessarily just erase the sadness or hopelessness that you have gone through be it an adult or a child of 12. Will's arrival was also accompanied by the disappearance of El whom he has taken as a friend. Be it romantic or not he does find something in her that made their connection special. Like Will, she made him feel needed. He was always 'protective over Will' but I think more than him Mike was the one more dependent over Will. Will is often portrayed as sensitive child but that never stops him being honest or to call over Mike's BS. He is indeed a voice of reason for Mike and Mike knows that himself.

Back to El, rather than a friend he/she wants him to be a boyfriend to her which tbh is rushed in this series. I don't think a relationship that's made when your super-straight friend and sister prompted into when you were just 12 is really a good one. He was kinda pushed into this role based on his own guilt for not looking for her enough in S2 and also societal expectations.

Unlike Will for whom Joyce and Jon are completely supportive to be himself, Mike is set up with a family who just tries to fits in with all that society demands which is kinda evident in Karen's wardrobe over the series unlike Joyce.

So Mike wants to be a good boyfriend. He tries to have quality time with El ignoring his friends, tries to win her over thru presents, gives up on anything that associates to be childish cos he def loves her.. but what he fails to realise is the that fact that he was also losing someone who has been consistent throughout his life, someone who has never changed. His best friend.

And Will made this super clear. This was something that he couldn't forgive himself for and which is why, yeah.. But in case of El he doesn't find he has done anything wrong. In fact he was just begrudgingly following her dad's order. Now, he wants to get back with her, why? Cos it makes him crazy? Thing with Mike and El is that they never reciprocate what the other wants. For El it was a physical confirmation of love be it letters or even a kiss. For Mike, he wanted someone who makes him feel needed and to sometimes lean on him emotionally. To make him, be himself. But sadly, they don't trust each other with their fears or inner turmoils. They both tried. But El doesn't need to lean on Mike for his romantic love but rather to show that she's capable on her own. Even during Mike's monologue what pushed El was not his love confession but rather him prompting she must do it cos she can. But there's someone who makes him feel needed, whom he doesn't treat weak or as a mistake.

What I really feel is that Mike didn't realise that his definition of a best friend is something that's quite parallel to a lover. Mike is needed by Will in a way that makes Will accept himself for being who he is and not like a monster. And Mike needs Will cos he's friendship is something that makes him grounded and can't live without..

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Most of these are covered by y'all..just my take on it

[fritzes]

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►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 898 short first chapter ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

What was this? What was this your life had come to? You weren't upset, you weren't mad, maybe a little afraid and full of adrenaline as the plane landed, but what was this feeling. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, let alone a piece of your brain. A blanket of sand coated your boot the moment you stepped foot onto the ground. It was that moment you realized, one, there was no keeping these things clean, and two, this was really happening.

Sitting in the back of the vehicle after your briefing you head to your post, looking around you everything in, no idea what was to come, who you were going to meet, let alone the kind of people you were going to encounter. Everything was such a rush, and it caused your heart to beat so loudly in your chest you could hear it as if it was in your head.

Upon arriving you were greeted by a few random low ranked people, but it was the captain that caught the attention of you and the rest of the soldiers. Sure there were other females, but not very many, but he picked up on you right away. It was your typical speech. You know the "Don't be a dumbass, don't get shot, don't do blah blah blah..." But in standing there, you felt the tension, but maybe it was your own tension.

In your mind, sure he was handsome in that... way... that bend be over the desk, pound me into next week spank my ass pat my head and call me a good girl for a night kinda way, but let's face it, it had been a while since you've had... company and it had been a long while since you've had enjoyed some good quality company. But right now, that needed to be pushed farthest from your mind.

"I said... fall out." Syverson stated looking at you.

Looking around you clear your throat and shake your head do just that. Had you really zoned everything out? Seems like it. With a clench of your jaw you head to your post and settle onto the cot you were assigned to and get a few things situated.

New day, time for a new take on how all of this was going to go. Simple work it was right now anyway, but you were going to be working closely with Syverson. Great. You had no idea how any of this was going to go. But it didn't take long for you to realize just how much of a pain in the ass he was going to be.

"Well, you're female, you know how to make a good cup of coffee?" he asked, joking, mildly.

Rolling your eyes, you look at him. "You know, I hate coffee, so no." Okay maybe a mild lie, but still, none the less, you weren't wanting to deal with his jokes.

"Well then looks like you'll need to find a new post." He chuckled.

With a slight sigh, you place his coffee on the table and look at him and shaking your head you take a seat. "What is on the agenda for the day, Sir?" You ask.

Looking at you he points to a large stack of papers. Papers? What the fuck? You look at him with this look of seriously? But you sit down and he shakes his head. "Jesus don't take it so literal... you think I want you to do paperwork that isn't even mine? I don't even do paperwork. Let's go." He sighs and heads out to the squad outside the tent and calls for them.

After a short briefing on what's expected today, he looks at you "Does that answer your question?" He smirked.

Oh if looks could kill. "Kill em with kindness." you hear in your head, something your mother and teachers would say. You simply nod, give a very blank smirk and lick your lips. "Yes...Sir." You state flatly as you fall out and walk in the other direction.

It was a cluster fuck to say the least, the tension over this first week had only grown thicker and a little hard to ignore. Most people picked up on it and had joked and jested about it. How you had a crush on him, but yet they didn't joke or jest toward him having a crush either. What the fuck? So, it was always you that had the crush? Fuck that! He was annoying, arrogant, self-absorbed, entitled, and to be honest, he was a bit of a beef cake.

it put a sour taste in your mouth, just because you were a woman meant you were the root of all evil, you were the one who had the crush, and you were the one that was going to pollute his mind. You'd pollute his mind, but not because you were trying to, but because he was the one with the crush. He was the one that wanted you. He was the one that polluted his own mind.

Sure, maybe as time went on you and him would see eye to eye, but right now, you wanted to poke him in the eye... with the end of your grenade pin and hand him the grenade and walk away. Little did you know that would all change. You'll just have to wait and see.

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"is it? dunno, i'm more of a vampire guy." too fitting, especially as he's forced to think about luke fucking sinclair again. kingston himself should have been a physical reminder, of the ways milo drained the man's best friend of everything he had to offer, used his weakness to his benefit. funnily, he couldn't dwell on it too much with kingston. there was always that dull ache of guilt, but something else concealed it well enough. something sort of like friendship. it was all business on the surface, but milo knew they both stuck around longer because of some quality in the other, a solitude neither of their lives permitted. 

they're nodding to the spot next to them, an invitation to sit down with their backpack acting as a divider. the main thing milo had taken away from last year's trip was not to get too close to anyone again. barring one person, but the sentiment stands. it didn't hurt to entertain anyone's moonlight thoughts; he'd shared far crazier things when crossed "that shit would be nice to you." a playful sort of jealousy "i find it kinda scary." he'd always known he was miniscule in the grand scheme of things, but there were people he'd considered the entire universe. his family, his friends, his partner. they weren't specks, science be damned "oh, man, you haven't been here after a party then." it's not even a laugh, really, more a light exhale "my, uh, my sister likes this kind of stuff. got her a fancy ass telescope last christmas. did you know you could see jupiter through 'em?"

❝ Full moons . . . ain't that when the werewolves come out to play? ❞ Kingston raised his eyebrows, though his attempt to joke around did not last very long. He didn't have the energy. People drained him, he drained himself. It was why he appreciated his solitude more and more with each day, and why he was relieved that it was Milo he'd stumbled upon ; he was a calmer presence, one that was not like a leech to his soul. How unfortunate his brother had been the life of the party.

He only hummed in response at first, trying to decide on an answer that was genuine without being too genuine. ❝ Not quite lamenting, ❞ he finally settled on when the silence seemed to drag on too long. ❝ But something like that, I guess. Sometimes it's just nice, you know. Sitting under the stars. Remembering how much bigger the universe is than you. ❞ It was an oddly comforting thought to him . . . he could tell himself that it didn't matter much, all of the awful things he had done. He was nothing more than a speck in the atmosphere. ❝ And it smells a lot less like sweat and beer out here, so there's that. ❞

[syubub]

YOONGI SOULMATE READING

Disclaimer~tarot is speculative and this is my interpretation of energy. Take it with a grain of salt.

Honey boi time. Strap down because this one is wild. Kinda. And soft. Really really soft. And a little creepy. Buckle in.

So for starters Yoon has a dark, royal blue color energy. It isn't as opaque as Koos was but it was very... thick? Like its not that it wasn't opaque from a lack of energy but rather that kinda had clear energy mixed in too?? It was really pretty and its kinda like the more you look at it the deeper it gets?

It was kinda like this but deeper? And it was almost reflective and "sparkly" idk put it was real pretty.

So first thing to note. Yoon is always easy for me to connect with so he didn't have any barriers put up or whatever so when I was going towards him he was in red flannel pj bottoms and I was like, "am I missing something?" But no. He was just being comfy I guess? Now usually when I connect with energy of a person there's this like eternal tree trunk rope colum thing of energy or something that I kinda follow and then there's little platforms that they're on? I always have my back facing the energy colum thing when I connect.

That was not the case this time. Yoon essentially led me to his side to face the energy trunk? And he was like, "its weird on this side, huh?" ??? Hello, sir. What the fuck. This to me hints that maybe he is also going out and consciously connecting to energies? Idk man. But I was like, "yeah, it is kinda weird" It only gets weirder.

Next I was facing yoon and I was like hey I want to read your soulmate and gave him like a big ole energy marble expecting that to kinda get the connection going but the only thing I heard from his soulmate was "I can't tell you" like shit. And then he dissolved my energy offering? Oki. And I essentially couldn't connect with his soulmate at all. Anyway, I floated off the little platform thing (that was real bizarre) and yoongi connected with me.

His soulmates energy wasn't present at all but I was told to continue any way. Now for in my opinion the creepiest part. So, keep in mind yoons is actively connected to me and I was like, "well, if your soulmate isn't here then please guide me to what deck I should use for their personality signifier and he pointed me to the fountain tarot.

I started shuffling and after I did one bridge shuffle and split it to do another one he was like, "hey, you're gonna get temperance reverse fyi" and I was like hahaha no. And he was like, "no. Listen to me. Bridge twice, hand shuffle twice and split into two. And you'll get temperance rev. Turn it ride side up when it comes out" I was like okay but you crazy. Tarot doesn't work like that

Guess what fucking came up? TEMPERANCE REVERSED when I tell you I freaked out I mean I fuckin freaked. I know it sounds made up or unbelievable and if I didn't see it happen I'd say its fake but FUCK DUDE. So i asked my pendulum if it should be reverse and it was like no, flips that shit. And I swear to God yoongi was laughing at me for being spooked like the smug ass that he is.

Now

First note I wrote was sagittarius energy. This person has sagittarius energy. Yep yep yep. This person balances him out. Temperance is the card of sagittarius. Heavy fire influence in the cart.

Oki now onto personality explained. I got 3 of coins, the heirophant, ace of wands and the magician. This person is very spiritual and has been manifesting him (they’ve manesfesting eachother but I'll get to that later?) This is a person that values knowledge and is very creative and has a lot of quick ideas. This person also really values communication of knowledge. Loves to get it loves to share it. Probably the person that can tell you a stupid fact about almost anything.

We also have networked, storyteller, god and mentor. This is someone who loves to teach people about what they've learned. They like to share the wisdom (with the god card im inclined to say that they share spiritual wisdom but I don't see it as a career?) This person values communication and collecting knowledge.

Now, on to relationship. We have wheel of fortune, justice, ace of wands and the lovers. This relationship has been in the works on a spiritual level for a long time. They’ve been actively manifesting eachother. We know Yoon is at least a little psychic so this makes sense. This relationship is founded in balance. They treat eachother as equals. I also wrote, "certainly something devine". They have a witty rapport and its so so so loving! They have really good communication and respect for eachother! They are also good at keeping eachither accountable.

Now for this person's career. They’ve been going through a change so their career is undecided. There was likely a period of depression that put a pause on their career? But there's also the queen of coins which suggests that they will be making good money. Now, I chose 3 clarity cards on the queen of coins to help me figure out where this money will be coming from and I drew three more coin cards so this means this person is on the cusp of making some good money soon!

Now we have answer the call, awakening and share your voice. They are being called to be together. Again yoon is woke af and apparently so is his soulmate. The picture i get is like when they finally meet they're both a little shy because they've been connecting with eachothers energies and they're like, "whos gonna bring it up?" Like they are finally out of hiding when they meet. Its cute as fuck.

Oki. We have answered prayers, spiritual path and make time for self care. THEY ARE MANIFESTING EACHOTHER. They are a woke pair and the energy is so sturdy and solid. I also get the sense that they engage in self care together? Like they'll make sure to take care of themselves spiritual and physical. I also think that they would be that type of couple to have a mad bath bomb collection.

Side note: while I was doing this I got like a cute little picture in my head of them sitting on the couch in pj's and facemasks with towels on their heads sipping wine and that makes me soft.

Now onto the message from his soulmate cards. So we have release all anger, new idea, be positive, take a shot, Have you eaten? You're acting like a big ass baby and shit is going down with your job. Now. I made a note that this is from Yoon to his soulmate? Um, sir? But oki, yoon makes the rules. What I get from this is that his soulmate is currently going through some job related stuff and he's saying, "hey, its okay to start over. Do that thing you've been wanting to do for a while" he wants his soulmate to stop focusing on what isn't going right and just start fresh. I also lowkey think he's like, you need to just fucking chill. The world isn't imploding just because something isn't working out. Its very reassuring and it feels like he wants to comfort them. Cute

Let's talk about the descriptors now. Yoon was very picky with these? Which confused me. They don't know eachother in person is the vibe im getting and I don't think yoon has ever seen this person either? I think maybe he's had dreams of his soulmate? Idk but the cards are: quality time, fashionable, unique, free spirit, independent, short hair, younger, sweet, charming. I also made a note for brown hair and a masculine chart.

For my little word cards we have, fate, vows, serendipity and loyalty. WE GET IT. YOURE ADORABLE TOGETHER

"All men should learn before they die, what they are running from and to and why" is the little fortune. I think that this is yoon telling his soulmate to do some shadow work? Like find out why you do the things you do, why certain things anger you ect.

Now at this point I was told that I had to use the small deck to get more cards about the relationship. I was like "I already did that but whatever" and I did. I pulled 10 of cups, 2 of cups and the lovers again. WHAT. THE. FUCK. This is the most romantic and soulmatey soulmate reading ever. 10 of cups is emotional fulfillment. This is just everything. Everything! 2 of cups is romance, unified love. Its also about partnership. They work so well together. And the lovers card. Love, relationships and harmony. Oh my god its fucking nuts.

Now onto the final card. Again. Very very very clearly told that this is for his soulmate. We have, the perfection of your life. This card talks about a spiritual storm coming to shake things up in order to put things to put things back in perfect order. A quote I like from the book is, "all is unfolding to a perfect higher order." This to me kinda sums it up well. Shit is about to get crazy for his soulmate and its not a bad thing. Change is need for this person and there is change coming that will stir every thing up and place it back in better places. Ugh. I can't. He wants his soulmate not to fear the storm but rather embrace it and know that positive change will come out of it.

Last part. When the reading is over I always disconnect and essentially put the energy back? This time on yoons little platform (I sound like a lunatic trying to describe some of this shit I swear) I was like, "hey thanks for being cooperative and being so active and involved i appreciate that." And then he gave me an energy marble ball thing too? I was like, "thanks but what the fuck" and then I did what he did when I gave him the marble ball energy thing in the beginning and just... put it in my energy? Like thats what he did? so is that like an energy custom that I don't know about? Wtf. My best guess is that I gave him an offering of energy and he gave me some in return at the end? And then the little shit just dissappears? MIN YOONGI I HAVE QUESTIONS YOU CAN'T JUST DISSAPPEAR??

But he did. And that was the end. It was super fucking bizarre. So for say joo I connected to his soulmate through him. So it was a connection with the soulmate but hosted by joons energy? For Jk his soulmate gave me a direct link which was new and awesome but for Yoongi it was just a very direct connection with him. Just him.

That really tells me that he knows his soulmate well on a soul level and his soulmate literally said, "I can't tell you"

I'm confused but very happy for him!

Yoon is a very soft and sweet man, pass it on

[pieces-by-me]

Strangers on the Road

Gif by the lovely @honestsycrets​ 

Words: 2605

Summary: Goodness can be found everywhere. Even for a stranger on a strange road.

Warnings: mentions of ablism

Kinda feel like this is not that good and lost inspiration at the end but I didn’t want to just delete the whole thing. Would love to hear what you all think of this✨

The Silk Road was a lot of things but never boring. People would meet from west to east to bargain about jewels, exotic foods, animals, slaves and as the name says silk. Anything you could ever need you could find on the Silk Road.

There was a market place. Close to the border where sand meets snow. It was colder here. The sun not having enough warmth to burn you, but still keep you a bit warmer. The market was not the biggest but the last one you would find for miles before the terrain changes from rocky mountaintops to frost covered grounds. Hundreds of people scuffled about to find the best goods. Different prices were being called around the area by the handlers to make the travelers come to their small stalls and seats. Many big men would shout at the top of their lungs. Some women would walk about and thrust their fabric in peoples faces. Anything to make yourself and your worth known.

One small stand, it was so tiny you might not even call it that, was at the end of the market. At first sight one couldn't even see what was presented for trade or purchase. But the closer you came the more you saw. Small clay pots with lids on them, little bowls with salves and a basket filled with weirdly looking dried leafs. Medicine.

The young women behind her small stall made herself useful by cleaning small crumbs of dirt from her pots. Smiling at buyers that walked by and greeting the once that came to her.

Y/N may not have a lot of supply but the demand was high. So the little she had she could sell for more then some other merchants. With made her life a little easier. But even if she sold everything each day she would still scrape at the ends of her revenues. It's only enough for her to live each day. Which was fine. She didn't have anyone she needed to support. Her parents died when she was young and she never had any siblings. So anything she made was for herself.

It wasn't easy at the beginning. Having to collect plants in a mountains was not an easy task. Walking miles upon miles into the nearest forrest for maybe an hour just to run back as soon as the sun went down. It would be a death sentence to walk on the Silk Road at night as a little girl. And Y/N had to start make a living for herself at a young age. But she managed. The knowledge she inherited from her mother helped her a lot. As soon as she found the little round leafs buried under the snow she knew she could survive.

They weren't just normal weeds. If you cooked them they would make a tea that would help with the biggest pains. If you chewed them raw you could help your teeth stay strong. And when you stomp them together with with goat fat and a specific snake venom it would help heal wounds in half the time. That was her biggest seller. It was hard to come by. Having to milk her snakes herself and trading things for goat fat took time. Every time she made it it would sell out in seconds and it would be worth it.

Today was like every other day. Waking up. Skipping breakfast to open the stall. Standing your feet into the ground for the day. Closing up. Making preparations and tinctures for the next day. Sleep.

Y/N knew nothing else so she was happy with it. Every day she would stand between Bran the forger, the nice guy that couldn't really stand anymore due to an old injury he obtained in a fight, and Lorah the jewel seller, a hardheaded women with to many opinions and a need to gossip. It was noisy between the constant banging on metal and women's chattering about the best new stones or quality of an arm ring. But it was her little place and she couldn't imagine standing somewhere else on the market.

The sun stood high in the sky when, for the first time in years, something changed. A lot of different people would travel the Silk Road to trade and buy. Different people from different places of the world praising different gods and coming around with the weirdest foods. But never in all her years had Y/N seen a cripple being carted through the market.

He was not hard to spot. The wagon he was sitting in was a big telltale. There weren't a lot of people with carts like that. The next thing she spotted were his legs. Two legs in metal braces. They looked old and rusted, as if they were about to fall apart. And then, the last sign of the stranger were his eyes. Y/N only caught them for a second but the shade of blue that pierced though hers was something she had never seen before. They were clearer then Lorah's jewels. Bluer then the sky. She could have looked into them for the whole day and never would tire.

“What in all the lords name is that?”

The disgusted voice of Lorah snapped the young woman out of her staring. She looked at the cripple with so much hate it seems he had killed her first born child.

“What do you mean? He's just traveling through here.”

Bran voiced his thoughts.

“I can see that you old fool. The question is why is it even here in the first place. It should not be here.”

“He's not a thing. He's human just like you.”

Y/N small voice grew colder then what it usually was when she talked to the women. She didn't like the tone and words her stall neighbor used for the stranger.

“Y/N dear you're young and naive. Human puh. No we are humans, you and me. Bran even. But the likes of...him should have died right after the birth. See the legs. They're crippled and wrong. We used to bring them outside to die when children like it were born. It's not natural. It's evil and bad and must be banished from the world.”

Y/N was shocked. She knew that Lorah was opinionated on a lot of things and that she would stand for her word. But this? How could she decide that this men should have died when he was a babe? What kind of monster could decide who lives and dies just by the way they were born?

“How can you truly think that? Your jewels might be beautiful but your heart is ugly Lorah.”

“I'm not the only one with that knowledge little witch. You'll see. That creature will not get anything from the people here on this market.”

Witch. Lorah knew that Y/N was called that behind her back and that she didn't like it. But she was rather a witch then heartless. She turned around to face the evil women once more but was met with nothing. Lorah must have stormed away in believe of having the last sentence and won the argument. Pathetic.

“Let her be Y/N. She sometimes seems as evil but she has truth to her words. The poor man won't find anyone to trade with him. He looks like he will travel farther east and probably die in the cold. Crippled people don't make it far in life. It's a wonder he made it this far. God must've be kind to him.”

“There are a lot of people here who will trade with anyone. They need the money and don't care if he's a cripple or not. And screw your God Bran. Your God would want me to burn alive for simply knowing some herbs.”

The clanging from bended metal was the only answer she'd get from the smith. Maybe she shouldn't have insulted his believe. Whats done is done.

Movement from the stranger caught her eyes again. He was making his way out of the cart with the help from a crutch. Also looking as if it would fall apart. Something was off about him though. His motions looked ragged. Tugging, almost as if his muscles would give out. She looked at him and again her eyes met his. This time she could see that not only the color of his eyes were blue but also the whites around them. Pain.

She knew what blue whites meant. In her live she met some men that came back from battle with light blue colored eyes. And they always proclaimed to be in the worst kind of pain they've ever felt. Him walking around with his crutch you wouldn't see that he felt pain with every step he took. It could simply be hard to walk on this ground. But she knew. And her heartstrings pulled tighter at the picture of this man struggling to only get food or whatever it is he needs.

Y/N hadn't realized how close the stranger has come. He was close enough to see the goods that were sprawled out on her little table and for her to see that there was a silver of a necklace peaking through his tunic. It looked like a hammer and she recognized it immediately. Nothing interested him though for he just walked by her without a glance. But she couldn't let that stand. Back in her head she searched for the old language her father tried to teach her. It was hard but she managed. She turned to him and with little confidence she called.

“Stranger”

That made him halt in his step. Turning around he met her eyes. This time on purpose. His eyes were filled with a sort of anger and he answered to fast with too many words for her to understand.

“Please, talk slower”

“How do you know my language?” It came out more of an demand then a question.

“My father thought me.”

“But why did he teach you Norse. You don't look like a Viking.”

Her answer came after a short minute but with a small smile on her face.

“I'm not Viking. But my father was friends with some. Back when he was alive.”

That made the stranger pause again. He was considered what she told him. You could see it.

“What is your name?” This time it was a question.

“Y/N and yours?”

He hesitated. Should he tell this woman who he was? Could it come back and bite him in the ass if he told the truth?

“You don't have to tell me. It's not of my buisn..”

“Ivar”

His interruption made her to stumble over her words but after she heard that he told her his name her small smile grew larger. Ivar had to say she had a nice smile. And she was the first one to start a conversation with him and not the other way around.

“Well Ivar, is there something you might need that I can help you with?”

“No, I'm looking for food and you only sell weird looking porridge.”

Her smile didn't falter. “Well I don't have food but you can buy something six stalls to your right. Bella sells the best and cheapest dates on the whole road. Also if you say that I send you she will probably give you more for your money. But here please take this”

With the last words she turned around, ducked behind her stall and when she came up again she held a small brown pouch filled with dried leafs inside a yellow cup.

Ivar looked at her with skepticism. Why would this weird, yet beautiful, women talk to him and then also help him?

“I don't have enough gold to pay for...whatever that is. And why would you help me with food when you would gain nothing in return?”

“I don't want your gold. I just want to help. I see the way your eyes are blue and I know that you are in pain. So why wouldn't I help you when I can? Also Bella owns me one for making medicine for her son so it's nothing really”

Y/N held the pouch still in her hands but with the missing answer form Ivar her smile fell just a little. But she wouldn't take no, or the lack of one, as an answer. So with a little smirk that looked more mischievous than the smile she held before she threw the little bag to the side of him that didn't hold him up on his crutch.

With a startled look, as if he was expecting a knife, he caught the bag. The stare he threw back at her made her laugh so hard even on Bran's face grew on. He observed the weird interaction between the two even though he couldn't understand a word they'd said. He hand't seen Y/N laugh and smile for a long time.

“Well now it's yours and I don't take returns” Her voice matched her smile and after a moment to overcome his initial shock Ivar smiled back. And Y/N swore her heart skipped a beat.

“Fine... then as it seems that I am stuck with this..would you explain to me what I have to do with it?” His smile was a little dimmed but still on his face.

“You'd have to boil the leafs for a while and then drink it slowly. Little sips. And no more then one cup.” She gave him the cup too and he hid both of her gift somewhere in his robe.

They held eye contact. Knowing that their interaction would be over soon. Him still plagued with hunger and her with the need to sell more of her goods, now that she gifted some away. But neither wanting to let the other go. Y/N was the first person since he fled Kattegat that was actually nice to him. She treated him like a person and not ogled at him like the freak he was. Well as the freak he saw in himself.

And Ivar was the first men that made her laugh and made her truly feel happy for a little while. She could forget the struggle of having to be alone in this world. She would miss him. Even though they only knew each other for an hour she would truly miss this stranger with the blue eyes.

And what she didn't know was that Ivar would miss and think of her for the rest of his journey. He would see her act of kindness a far greater thing then just a small favor. And her laugh would bring him warmth when he went into the snow filled forests.

“Thank you” His small voice was filled with honesty.

“You are more then welcome. I wish you all the luck and that your gods help you on your journey”

He hadn't expected to hear that but it brought him a little bit of hope. If the gods made him meet her he was on the right path.

He only bowed his head a little, a sheepish smirk on his face, and made his way away from her and to the mentioned stall from Bella. Dates sounded magnificent right now.

Ivar vanished in the masses of people but her smile stayed on her face.

“Well someone is a little smitten”

“Ah shut up Bran” 

Her insult was met with laughter from the old forger.

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[herstarburststories]

Dean's (secret) Wish

Kinktober day 8: Role Reversal/Spanking

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Usually, Dean is the one in control. Time to change this.

Warnings: spanking, sub/dom kinda, humping, Zorro mask, Dean is fragile, cute, and horny. I don't know if this is crack; DON'T ASK ME, I'M JUST FULFILLING DEAN WINCHESTER'S DESIRE.

*Gif isn't mine, tell me if you know who's the owner.

Dean should blame himself for it. That was completely his fault, not even partially. It was just totally, one hundred percent Winchester levels of dumbass. He was the one who, in the middle of a usual argument with Sam, made the unfortunate comment about women, speaking, and the Zorro mask.

In his defense, he didn't think you'd actually do that.

But in contradiction, when had you said no to new experiences? Dean still had the bruises falling from Harvelle's pool table while you two were at it, right after the bar was closed and everyone went to sleep.

So yeah. His cock was hard, throbbing, and dropping precum as he watched you waltz in wearing nothing but black lingerie and a Zorro mask.

That was on him. His cock, needy and decidedly erect, was on him. You looking this fucking good and almost making him whine to touch you, that was on him. You walking towards him with a malicious grin twisted in your black lipstick? Also on him.

Being the guilty one can be good if you look forward to punishment.

Dean Winchester certainly did. Naked in his mattress like a meal waiting to be eaten, he knew what was coming next, and the idea of it awakened goosebumps down his spine and made him wet his lips. 

Come on, Y/N. Hurry up.

You, meanwhile, took it slow, making your way there step by step towards him. There was a certain delight in the appreciation of seeing someone needing your touch like a pious man in need of his god to worship.

You sat down beside him, fingertips quickly discovering their way on Dean's biceps. He tilted his head to the side, not even noticing as he pressed himself to whatever he could take from you in that position.

He was so touch-starved for any kind of contact. Violent, he'd always be ready for combat. Or sweet, he'd always be on his knees for a kiss.

Tonight, you'd unite both.

“What's your safe word, Dean?” You placed your hand on his cheek, watching with a beam as your boyfriend leaned in. “Dean?”

“Impala,” he mumbled through his grumpy voice.

“Lay on your belly. Now,” you said, wearing an authoritative tone that you knew Dean loved. “Don't you dare hump the mattress, Dean. This cock is mine, and you won't get any relief unless I say. Understood?”

He gulped, uncertain if that should turn him on as much as it did. Dean did as he was told, changing rolling onto his belly. A soft moan left his lips when the plush of the comforter pressed against his length — he wouldn't disobey you, but this was at least some relief.

You paced around the bed. Should you sit by his side? In the middle? On his legs? There were a bunch of options, but you wanted it to be the most comfortable for both you and Dean. Ultimately, you opted for the last one, climbing on the bed and sitting on his thighs right in front of his untouched butt. All this hot piece of his body ever knew was some playful grabbing or joking slaps throughout the years — nothing truly sexual.

Honestly, you didn't know how the ones before you ever resisted giving it a quality smack.

You could see that Dean was doing his best to obey you, to keep in line as you said. He was so used to always being in charge, screaming orders and taking the responsibility. He needed this, even for just a little while. It was a moment where he could be just a little soldier, only following orders and letting someone else take control.

Your hands rested on the Winchester's shoulder blade. He was so warm, under your body and your palms. You loved it. His freckles were scattered stars amiss under your hungry eyes, and your hands were going down slowly, finding a certain amusement in making Dean sweat through anticipation.

Dean had tilted his head, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening since you sat on his legs. He had to admit it was one hell of a sight. That, plus the way you leaned in stuffed your cleavage right into his brightened eyes.

He blurted out, “Fuck, Y/N. This is hot.”

“Quiet,” you hissed, hands finally on his waist now. Attempting the first slap on his ass, you watched as his face contorted into pleasure. Good. “Count for me.”

“One,” Dean said under his breath, his usual gruff voice even deeper now. He looked so handsome like this, behaving so well for you. “Two.” And another. ”Three.” Another slap, and this time, his white butt was starting to flush red. “Five.”

He misplaced a number, too hooked on the sensation of being taken care of. You were never a selfish lover, always making sure his pleasure was a priority too, but to be dominated, to just free himself of everything and give himself to someone with all the trust he'd have in a battle — Fuck, he might cum.

Dean needed that, and you understood. You gave it to him.

“You forgot the four. Isn't you who always tells me to stay on all fours so you can fuck me good? What a shame, Winchester.” You groaned at him, sinking your nails into his tender flesh. Dean moaned louder at this, the pain and desire mixing like whiskey and ice. He couldn't wait to drink the whole bottle. “Start again.”

God, you being authoritative on him took away all of his self control, but he needed to obey. For you.

“Four. Fi—” Smack. He was interrupted by another hit.

“From the beginning.” You licked your lips, moving a little on your spot. That was hotter than you pictured. Your pussy was already soaked.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” You knew numbers could mean a lot of things. Deaths, cures, quantities. Numbers could be stupid, good worrying, even all three, but you never knew they could be so dirty until Dean moaned after each slap on his now-hot ass, as if they were confirmation of such a sinful act. Math might have just become your favorite thing. “Six. Seven.” The collision of your palm on his ass, leaving a trace of yourself on his body, was the most exciting thing you had ever seen. Your touch molded his skin to your liking. While his cock grew harder and made a mess out of the sheets with his precum, at least the spanking pushed him onto the bed a bit, a single moment of friction on both sides. “Eight. Nine. Ten.”

Dean was perfect like this. He didn't even notice, but his hips were slightly arched now, inching closer in hunger for more. 

When would you ever deny that for him?

“You're doing so good, baby. Imma let you get some friction. Fuck the mattress as if you were fucking me, but don't stop counting or I won't let you come.”

Yeah, that's all on him. Fortunately, Dean knew in that moment that there was no way for him to be any happier. 

He’d be proven wrong in a few minutes after he came, but that’s on him too.

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[pogueit]

Hardships of Breakups

A/N: I am ashamed of this, but I had to write it! This is my first time writing any “smut” and I’m already bad at writing as is so if you decide to read this I am so sorry!!! 

Summary: You just got out of a relationship and Rafe wants to make you feel better.

Warnings: smut. fingering, oral (male receiving), fingering slight choking, etc....

Songs: Bruno Mars entire discography (for some bizarre reason) and added St. Vincent for taste

Word count: 3,501

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You hated how loud it sounded when your fist gently tapped against the looming door, but what you hated the most was being there. Being in that area kept you on edge and more so being at the Cameron's residence. The only reason you ever stepped foot on Figure 8 was to pick up your siblings. Your little sisters had struck up a cute friendship with Sarah and Wheezie this summer after helping the girls rescue some godforsaken sea turtles. Typically picking your sisters up wasn't such a burden, because you and Rafe had picked up a running gag of who can be the biggest asshole. You hate to admit it, but you always looked forward to seeing Rafe, and even worse you felt kinda sad if he wasn't the one to open the door.

Today was miserable, it had been a whirlwind of absolute bullshit and you just couldn't wait to be home and let your sadness swallow you whole. Two of your co-workers called in "sick" for the next 2 days meaning you were going to have to work doubles on the busiest weekend of the month. It wouldn’t be that bad if you hadn’t found out earlier this morning that your sweet wholesome boyfriend, Tate, had been cheating on you with a touron for the last month and a half which you tried to play off as a nuisance, but it wasn’t working. Even just thinking about it brings fresh hot tears to your eyes and makes it seem as if you can’t breathe as your chest tightens, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. Well, not until you’ve finished beating the shit out of them and making Tate never want to cheat on any poor soul ever again. You can’t believe you thought he was different, especially because he had to have liked you back at some point, and most boys on the island didn't exactly like you in a romantic sense. You believed everything was going great in the relationship. The two of you were practically conjoined at the hip and had just about everything in common. You were elated that someone that you genuinely liked liked you back and you tried your best in trying to make the pogue dating a kook thing work. Had you been really that stupid? Did you really not pick up on anything? Or did you let everything go over your head on purpose? You were driving yourself absolutely insane with all of these consuming thoughts. The thing that annoyed you the most was all the fucking whispering. You hadn't noticed it at first, but after finding out about Tate being a motherfucker of the first degree, you couldn't stop picking it up. Everywhere you went you could hear the soft voices quickly exchanging information with each other. It became worse after you finally found Tate and that touron on the beach and gave them both a beating they would never forget.

 After causing that scene at the beach, you were finally able to let go and cry. Your heartbroken ass was a complete mess by the time you got to work. Your eyes hurt from being so puffy and red as the result of crying so much beforehand, but lucky for you your job was at the dish pit at the resort. You were notorious at work for having eyes that were sensitive as all fuck and since you were around a bunch of disinfectants all the time your eyes would constantly be bloodshot and swollen like a fucking balloon. So, you didn’t have to worry about anyone asking any invasive questions, but they probably all know what went down by now. 

Work was miserable like always, but being the weekend it had an extra kick in the tit quality to it, and by the time you clocked out you were ready to just drop dead.

When the door opened you hoped it was someone working at the house or even Ward Cameron of all people, but it was Rafe. When your eyes landed on his figure you inherently rolled your puffy eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. He never saw you in this state before and he let his usual hardass demeanor soften. Rafe was used to seeing a smart-mouthed badass, not a puffy-eyed snot nosed loser, but being a creature of habit he still awaited a smartass comment from you. When all he got was a sniffly "I'm here for my sisters'' his concern for you only grew. Rafe had been on the mainland since the ass crack of dawn helping his dad with the construction company and had just been dropped off by his dad only a few minutes ago. His phone died not even halfway through the morning, so he wasn't able to see the hundreds of thousands of messages Topper and Kelce sent him about what went down with you and Tate.

The poor boy was genuinely confused and didn’t know what to say. He was so ready to shoot some stupid insult back at you that he was at a loss for words and it didn’t help that he's harbored a little crush on you ever since middle school.

"Uh, they’re still not back yet" the words made your bottom lip tremble and you could feel your eyes getting prickly with tears. All you wanted to do was go home and put an end to this god awful day, but you couldn't even do that, you still had to wait for your sisters.

"Oh, um, I'll just-- come back later" you sniffled, quickly turning away from him already feeling the tears slipping down your tinted cheeks. You were stopped by Rafe's strong hand grabbing hold of your upper arm preventing you from fully turning around.

"Fuck off, please" your voice cracked, embarrassment washing over you as you tried to tear your arm away from him and failing miserably. Rafe without missing a beat pulled you into a hug to try and comfort you. Never in a million years would you have ever imagined yourself trapped in an embrace by Rafe Cameron and nevertheless that he would be any good at giving it. You were still sobbing uncontrollably but you’ve never felt safer in anyone's arms, especially a mans, until now. You let yourself melt into his arms letting yourself enjoy the boy's presence around your shivering body.

"Uh, why are you wet?" Rafe spoke up after a few seconds after feeling the moisture in your clothes start to cling to his.

"Work" you unburied your face from his chest and looked up at him. You could feel your stomach flutter when you caught his blue eyes staring down at you which suddenly made you very shy, a shyness you never experienced before, especially around Rafe Cameron.

Without another word you were being dragged up their grand staircase and into the boy’s room.

You didn't expect his room to be so warm and cozy like a Sunday afternoon when you have nothing to do the next day. The room was filled with soft light and music was streaming from a record player in the corner. You curiously inspected his living space and sniffled as your eyes snooped around at all the things that brought Rafe some sort of comfort.

"Uh, you should probably get warmed up" Rafe stated before scrambling to find some clean clothes for you to wear.

"Umm, here” he gently placed the pile of clothes into your hands, “The, uh, the bathroom is right there"  He pointed to the white door that led to his bathroom. You wandered inside and quietly closed the door behind you. His bathroom was the size of your bedroom if not bigger and it was definitely nicer than anything in your house. You quickly jumped into the shower and as you relished the hot water on your skin, you could hear Rafe switch whatever mumble rapper record he had on to something easier on the ears. Once you’ve finished washing up, you change into the clothes provided to you and walk back out into Rafe’s room. Immediately you could feel his gaze on you, lingering on your figure wrapped in his clothes. He sat in a puffy chair near his desk as you still stood in front of the bathroom door. It was unbearably silent except for the soft pseudo rock music that played in the background. It was still for that moment neither of you made a move nor a sound and you could just feel the water droplets sliding down your cooling skin. He was awe, adoring how you looked wrapped up in his clothes, and couldn’t help but imagine taking them off you in a heated moment. You, on the other hand, had come to the conclusion that you absolutely loved Rafe’s hair when it was messy and ungelled. It made him look softer and not like a forty-year-old with a failing business. Agitated with the tension you two had spawned, you marched towards where he was sitting and grabbed his face with your hands, before roughly smashing your lips to his. Your whole body was on fire as he kissed back and brought you down to sit on his lap. His hands delved underneath the shirt you were wearing and glided up your back, trying to feel as much of you as he could. Rafe started to get eager and deepened the kiss when you began softly grinding your hips. However, the small little fact that you have a boyfriend, to his current knowledge, faltered his motivation and pulled back from you. 

"You didn't mean to do that" he pulled away from you, bringing your hands that were wrapped around his neck down to your lap. 

"Do what?" You were confused searching desperately in his eyes for whatever he was trying to tell you.

"Kiss me" He shifted his gaze down to his hands that held yours.

"Please, let’s not do this right now" you leaned back in, but his hands kept you in place.

"What about Tate, huh?" You rolled your eyes at the sound of that motherfucker's name and judging by your reaction and the mess you were a handful of minutes ago all the pieces were starting to make sense. You could see the light bulb that’s located somewhere in his head slowly lighting up and paired along with the sudden realization in his blue eyes, he was finally putting 2 and 2 together.

"Can I get back to kissing you?" You pouted jerking your hips forward soliciting a deep groan from Rafe who nodded frantically. You promptly attached your lips back to his supple ones all the while continuing to slowly grind your needy pussy onto his growing cock. Rafe's hands soon found themselves on your ass and began groping and lightly smacking each one. From all the grinding and groping you were starting to get desperate. Rafe being the self-titled 'Sex God' he could sense it and was determined to make you cum at least twice. Normally, he'd shoot for more but time is a variable and not really on his side, so he settled on twice. He didn't mind if he was just being used as a rebound, he actually found it kinda hot or maybe it was just because it was you. Rafe halted your steady movements and forced you to stand up for half a second before turning you around to sit back on his lap. You couldn't even get a word in, because as soon as you were back on his lap with your back against his toned chest he had already shoved his hand down the front of the pants you were wearing, leaving you a shuddering mess. Just feeling how wet you were made Rafe let out a loud groan. 

"Is this all for me?" He whispered as his index finger teasingly rubbed quick circles around your swollen clit. His left hand wandered up from your waist to play with your tits, pulling and pawing at the soft skin. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything as you were too busy whimpering and withering in his lap. Rafe turned the rolly chair to the side so you could place your feet at the edge of the desk and give him more access to your pussy. He loved how you bucked your hips against his hand as he made his way closer to your entrance. 

"God, please, just finger me already" your moan full of desperation. 

“As you wish” and with that, he plunged two long digits into your core.

“Oh, fuck!” your back arched in response and your grip on his arms tightened. His fingers slid in and out of your heat at an achingly slow pace. Mainly because Rafe enjoyed how his fingers disappeared in your pussy and how you rolled your hips against his hand a bit too much.

“Rafe, please--” you were losing your mind at how slow he was going, and all your desperate attempts to speed things up only made him go even slower. The warm fuzzy feeling that ruled your body remained stagnant and you were determined to reach your release.

“What is it baby?” he cooed into your neck, before latching back onto your neck surely leaving dark little marks. 

“Go faster” your breathing hitched in your throat as his thumb ghosted over your clit. 

“Faster?” his left hand left your tender breasts to focus on your clit, so his right hand could properly drill into you. His hands got right to work pounding and curling his fingers into you and with the added friction to your bundle of nerves you were a whimpering mess on his lap. That familiar build-up of heat in your lower abdomen was quickly approaching and you didn’t think you could hold on any longer. 

“Rafe, baby, I’m gonna cum” you squealed as he immediately drilled into your g-spot. When he hit the right combination of nerves your body was finally able to let go and you let out the most pornographic series of moans. 

“God, Y/N, that was hot” he gave your ass a hard slap before pulling his fingers out of you and holding them up to your swollen lips. You happily open your mouth and let him slip his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue slowly swirled around his digits, cleaning all your juices off of them before pulling them out of your soft mouth. Rafe couldn’t help but moan at your actions and he was surprised he didn’t just cum in his pants right then and there. 

"My turn" you placed a brief kiss on his cheek, before shedding the remaining clothes from your body and getting on your knees. Rafe couldn’t help but moan at the sight of you on your knees before him. You eagerly pulled out his ridiculously hard cock and your mouth watered, finally seeing it in its full glory. You rested your tongue at the base of his long girthy member, with your eyes fixed on his ecstasy filled features. Slowly you made your way to the tip and swirled your tongue around it collecting all the precum. Your left hand held a steady pace at the base of his cock as you paid extra attention to the head. His self-conscious whimpering encouraged you and as the whimpering turned into loud moans the more you got turned on. When he began to subconsciously buck his hips you took it as a sign to take him deeper into your mouth. His hands rushed to grab your hair which inherently made you moan sending chilling vibrations down his shaft. That alone made him push you further down and the farther he made you go the more you thanked god for forgetting your gag reflex. Tears still stung your eyes at the lack of breathing room and you could feel his cock twitch at the back of your warm throat as you messaged his balls. Rafe was so fucking close to cumming down your throat, but he wanted to save it for your pretty pussy. 

"I need to fuck you" He stated as he pulled you off his cock and stood up along with you. Rafe’s lips were immediately on your swollen lips and his hands traveled feverishly all over your body. He slowly backed you up until the backs of your legs touched the bed and he gave you a gentle push. 

“You look so fucking hot” he groaned as he stared down at your naked body and stripped out of his shirt and sweats. He rummaged through his nightstand for a condom and you bit your lip as you watched him roll it down his throbbing cock. Rafe climbed back on top of you and searched your eyes for any sense of doubt, which you were completely void of, you never wanted anything so bad in your life before. His dark blue eyes were glossed over in lust and his only priority was to fuck the sadness right out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as the tip of his shaft traveled through your slick folds properly lubricating his pulsating member. Rafe brought you into another kiss before he slowly began to push into your desperate core. You both let out pleasure-filled groans as he inched further into you. After he finally bottomed out he took a second to relish at the feeling of your tight pussy around his aching cock. 

“God, babe, you’re so tight,” he thought no matter how many times he will fuck you in the foreseeable future he will never be able to get over the feeling of your pussy. You’ve never felt so full and you just adored how his dick stretched you out. You already couldn’t wait to fuck Rafe Cameron again. He almost pulled out completely leaving the head barely in, before smashing back into you. The impact caused you to let out a loud moan, which Rafe quickly muffled with his mouth. He proceeded to relentlessly pound into your pussy. The short fast thrusts hardly let you catch your breath and the hand squeezing lightly around your neck wasn’t helping either. You could feel the warmness begin to boil in your stomach with each harsh thrust. Rafe was in love with the obscene noises that were coming from your dripping cunt with each one of his thrusts. He was also enamored by how your pussy would contract whenever he would apply even the slightest pressure on your beautiful throat. Rafe wasn’t going to last any longer and judging by the noises you were making neither were you. All you needed was just a little push, with his free hand he messaged quick little circles on your puffy clit. 

“Rafe-- I’m--” You let out a strangled cry as he picked up his pace and paid attention to your bundle of nerves. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably and you let your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let the crashing waves of your orgasm take over. You let out a series of ear-splitting profanities paired along with Rafe’s name. The increased tightness in your pussy that came from your climax was enough to send Rafe into his and after just a couple more thrusts he came. His little moans and whimpers sounded like a symphony of overdramatic angels. 

"We should do this more often" Rafe chuckled, before pulling out of you completely and leaned in for just one more kiss.

“Yes, definitely” you sighed in agreement and pecked his lips again as he was pulled away.

He rolled off of you and reached over to toss the used condom away. When he came back you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down to lay on your chest. Rafe added on to the plethora of hickies that littered your neck as you played with his hair. You just wanted to stay that way forever encased in an intimacy you were scared of never feeling again, but like everything else it was short-lived. When you heard the sudden loud yammering of the girls busting through the front door both your bodies went rigid. 

"Fuck" you both jumped up from the bed and desperately put your scattered clothes back on. 

“Do I look presentable?”

“Almost--” He gently combed through your hair as you fixed his shirt and patted down his hair. The two of you took a deep breath before descending the stairs already being met with skeptical glances from the teenage girls sitting in the living room. 

“Are you guys ready?” your sisters groaned out a yes and bid their goodbyes to the Cameron’s.

"Thanks for the clothes again, Rafe" you shot him a cheeky smile, but before you could even turn around to leave, thinking you've managed to not gather too many questioning looks between you and Rafe, he just couldn’t help himself and grabbed your face smashing your lips together.