#I’ll tell him the good things that happened since last session and talk about my girlfriend and shit like that

[insanechayne]

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[suugarbabe]

I’m OBSESSED WITH UR FICS OMG- can u do a Mattheo or Theodore FIC x Reader based off of karma?! LOVERRRRR

Hii anon!

Sorry it's been a minute since you asked this :( I'm not super good at lyric fics but I did try my best so if it's shite dont come for me 😬

pairing: Theo Nott x reader

warnings: angst angst angst, no happy ending

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

You did your best to walk through the halls with your head high, but you could still hear the whispers of others around you as you passed. In the beginning it absolutely crushed you to know that Theo was saying awful things about you. You never thought the man that kissed you so softly, or wiped away tears from your cheek would be the one to inflict so much pain that the tears were because of him. 

The thing was, you were really happy with Theo in the thick of it, you didn’t understand where things were starting to go wrong when they did. About two months ago, when you were still together, Theo started being…distant. He all of a sudden wanted to study alone, was doing extra time on the quidditch pitch and going to bed early. 

You felt like you couldn’t be too mad at him for these things, end of term exams were coming up before winter holiday, and Theo was really serious about his studies. And to be honest, a lot of your study sessions ended up well…studying human anatomy (which was not a real subject at Hogwarts). 

And Slytherins quidditch team had gotten a new chaser recently, so Theo wanting to spend some extra time doing that didn’t seem off, he was essentially the lead chaser, and with good reason. You figured the combination of extra studying and extra quidditch was why he was so exhausting and going to bed early. 

You were definitely sad he was being distant, but were doing your best to play it off. Apparently you weren’t doing that good of a job as one night Theo had gotten particularly snappy with you. 

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked it without even looking up from his textbook. It was a rare occasion that he was actually studying with you in the common room. You shook your head, “Nothing’s wrong Theo, I’m glad we’re doing this together.” 

He left a puff of air through his nose, “W’dya mean, we always study together.” 

“I-I just meant you’ve been studying alone a lot lately, I’ve just…missed this with you,” you didn’t know why your voice was a little shaky. He wasn’t normally like this with you.

“You know you don’t have to be by my side all the time? I can have space to myself too,” Theo started packing away his things.

“I-I know, Theo, I wasn’t - I didn’t mean…” you trailed off, not sure what to say. 

“You know what, I'm just going to go to bed, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You watched him walk away from you, up the stairs, down the dorm halls. You don’t think he even noticed that he showed you zero affection before he left. Didn’t tell you he loves you like he always did, didn’t even kiss you. 

Spider-boy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

You were starting to get used to Theo not really being there. It seemed like the only time he ever gave you attention was at meal times, and you figured that was only because his friends were your friends and vice versa. You dared not make any forms of PDA unless Theo initiated it. You stopped doing that last week when you felt him tense up grabbing his hand in the hall. 

You weren’t completely oblivious. You knew something was going on, but you just didn’t know what, or why. However two weeks ago you got the confirmation you never wanted. It happened later after dinner. Theo told you he had to go to the quidditch pitch to help train the new chaser again. However you happened to run into said chaser, quite literally, as you were headed back to the common room. 

You had turned the corner quickly, stuck in your head about everything going on in your relationship and not paying attention to where you were going. That’s when you slammed into a strong chest, arms grabbing hold of you so you didn’t fall down. 

When you looked up, you saw the face of the very person your boyfriend was supposed to be with. “W-why aren’t you with Theo?” 

He looked confused by your question so you continued, “Aren’t you supposed to be on the pitch with him? You’ve been training with him for like the last two weeks.” 

His face fell, “Sweetheart…we haven’t done any training together since I joined the team.” Your chest was tight, like someone had hold of your heart and was squeezing the blood from it. 

“I-erm, I have to go,”. You pushed away from him, walking quickly back to the dorms. He called after you but you didn’t hear him. It was like the blood squeezed from your heart was rushing to your brain making you deaf. 

You found yourself walking to Theo’s dorm instead of yours, wanting to confront him and not delay the inevitable any longer. 

But that’s when you caught him. Caught him right in the act. As soon as you opened the door you saw him, naked and tangled with someone else. His eyes locked with yours, and there was no remorse. 

You closed the door behind you, he didn’t even follow you. You saw the girl he was with go towards the girls dorm. She avoided your gaze. At least she felt guilty.

You stayed in the common room, hoping maybe Theo would try and find you. Try and give you an explanation, but he never came. 

'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

It was Enzo who found you that night. Enzo who asked you why you were crying and what was wrong. Who swore to you he didn’t know what Theo was up to and offered to hex him if it would make you feel better. 

You found yourself spending more time with him. It got your mind off Theo and he was treating you so kindly. 

Surprisingly Theo seemed bothered by your new interactions. But you didn’t care, he lost that right when he did what he did. 

When he started rumors about you being the one who cheated with Enzo instead of the truth, you were hurt. But Enzo was there for you, wiping your tears and letting you cry on his shoulder. 

He told you that it didn’t matter to him and he would stick by your side the whole way. So today, when whispers and conversations were still happening around you, you held your head high. 

You walked by Theo in the corridor, his eyes trained on you the whole way as you walked up to Enzo. He greeted you with a hug and a kiss to the top of your head. Your relationship was platonic, but you could see how to the outside person it may seem like more. 

You didn’t notice Theo come up to the two of you, “Taking my sloppy seconds, Lorenzo?”

You stiffened at his words, but Enzo was quick to defend you, “Seems like you’re the one who got sloppy Theodore.” 

You chanced a look at Theo, his jaw was clenched. Enzo didn’t stop, “Shame you were such an ignorant bastard. You never deserved her in the first place.”

Enzo put a protective arm around you, pulling you into his side. Theo opened his mouth to reply, but Enzo pulled you away, headed toward your next class together.  

Theo was left standing there, steaming. Karma was a bitch.

[f1goat]

into it x lando norris + part nine

In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him

masterlist - playlist

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

You haven’t spoken with Lando since he kissed you and then left you in the hotel hallway. You haven’t even seen him since then. Normally the boy is over at yours and Charles apartment all the time. He hasn’t been around once. Charles is away more, you guess that he and Lando are spending their time together at another place lately. You still need to talk to Charles about everything that happened. You want his advise. Mainly since it seems like Lando is ignoring you lately. You have texted Lando a couple times after that day, but he didn’t respond to any of them. You mainly just wanted to talk with him, but his non exiting reactions are showing you that he isn’t interested in that. Why would he kiss with you to ignore you afterwards? It confuses you, but it annoys you even more.

Since Lando kissed you, you have been a lot more certain about your feelings for him. That kiss made everything clear for you. You don’t dislike Lando. You sometimes do wish that you dislike him, it would have made many things way easier. But that’s not the case. You like him. Now that the realization has hit you, you also realize that it has been a long time. These feelings aren’t new. Since you realize them, you also see why you thought you didn’t like Lando. It was probably some sort of self defense. Why would you allow yourself to like a boy who only fucks around? 

You walk downstairs, hopefully Charles will be around today and you can finally talk to him about everything that has happened. You really need some advice. Normally you wouldn’t go to Charles for good advice, but since he knows Lando this well you don’t see any other option. 

There’s still a lot vague for you and Charles needs to help you with that. The main thing is Lando his confusing behavior from the last days. 

“Charles?” You ask while you walk into the living room. You look around and notice that he isn’t around. There’s nobody to answer your questions. Once again. Last days have gone exactly like this. You let out a sigh and text your brother, asking him where he is and when he will be home. In a few seconds you know that he is with Lando and that he will be home after dinner. So basically, you still have no idea when he will be home. 

Annoyed you throw your phone away. Only to pick it up seconds later. You send another text to Charles. 

Y/N: I really do need to talk to you

Charles: about what?

Y/N: Lando

Y/N: Can you be home on time tonight? 

Charles: Okay, I’ll try to be home around 8

Y/N: Thanks

You decide to go out the house. You need some fresh air and distraction. While walking around you grab your purse and jacket. It doesn’t take you long to decide to go for a small shopping session. Quickly you head out. 

+++

Charles lets out a sigh. He should have noticed that you wanted to talk to him. He should have noticed that something happened between you and Lando, that caused Lando to change their regular scheme. Normally Lando is over at his apartment all the time, now they have been spending their time at Lando his apartment or in the center of Monaco. He feels stupid for not asking about it earlier. 

“So, what happened between you and Y/N?” Charles asks.

Lando is surprised by the sudden question. How is he suppose to answer this? What does Charles already know? 

“Uh, what did Y/N say?” 

“Nothing. I haven’t seen her a lot lately, but now she wants to talk with me about you, so I figured something happened,” Charles explains. “So just tell me how you fucked it up, how you still want to date my sister and how we can fix it.” 

Lando lets the words repeat themself in his mind. Does Charles know about his feelings? Does Charles accept them? It seems like it. Why would he otherwise say they would fix it? 

“You know?” Lando asks even surprised. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Charles laughs, “It’s not hard to miss Lando. You have been crushing on my sister since the beginning.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything about it?” Lando asks confused. 

“Why didn’t you? You kept hooking up with other girls and after that you lied about hooking up with others,” Charles mutters a bit frustrated, “but I didn’t intervene, I thought you knew what you were doing. Although the last days have proven me wrong.”

“Fuck. Let me explain,” Lando says. 

Charles gives him a simple nod, waiting for him to explain. 

“She doesn’t like me,” Lando starts, “so I thought it would be better to ignore my feelings. But I fucked that up.. I might have kissed her after the morning after we went out.”

“So?” Charles asks. He doesn’t really get it. You like Lando as well, right? So why is it a bad thing that the two of you kissed. 

“So after that I said sorry and left,” Lando explains, “and I have been ignoring her since. I really need to forget about her and if I’m around her all the time then I can’t.”

“Why do you need to forget her?” Charles asks confused.

“Because she doesn’t like me,” Lando sighs. 

“Did she slap you after you kissed her? Did she seem angry?” Charles asks.

“Uh, no,” Lando answers.

“Then you’re an idiot. If she didn’t like it that you were kissing her, she would have let you known.” 

“But still, she doesn’t like me,” Lando states.

Charles lets out a deep sigh. Is his friend really this stupid? Does he need to spell it out for him? Lando is staring down at the floor in the mean time. He feels ashamed for his behavior from the last days.

“Look Lando,” Charles starts a bit doubtful, “I will be honest with you and tell you that I don’t know if she likes you, she hasn’t told me. But I do think that she likes you.” Charles takes a breath before continuing. “When I told her to stop wearing that Alpine shirt, she didn’t listen. You’ve spoken to her about it for like ten minutes and she came back in a Quadrant shirt. It’s not like it’s better to wear anyone else’s merch, but she did chose for you at that moment. And don’t forget that she’s the one that found you after the race, I couldn’t find you and it took her only fifteen minutes or so,” Charles explains, “and I can go on about this. I can tell you about her jealousy of Maddie, because she didn’t catch your lies. Or about how fast she noticed that you weren’t laying on the couch with her anymore. But you need to fix this Lando.” 

“I do,” Lando sighs, “but I don’t know how. I’ve been a dick.”

“Yeah, that’s nothing new for her. Just come clean, tell her everything,” Charles suggests. 

“I think she’s too mad at me now,” Lando tells Charles, “I shouldn’t have ignored her. Fuck.” 

“We’ll find a way to fix it,” Charles tries to comfort Lando. When he looks at his friend, it isn’t hard to notice the desperate look he has.

“I don’t think so.”

+++

“So you like him?” Charles asks you. 

The past twenty minutes you have been explaining to Charles what has happened with Lando lately. You have told him everything. Starting from that time you apologized and the spent the same night in Lando his bed because you forgot your key and ending with the kiss you and Lando shared, but how he ignored you since. Charles didn’t say much between your story. Now that you think of it, this is probably the first question he asks since you have been explaining. 

“Yeah,” you tell Charles, it almost pains you to come clean about it. You feel ashamed for it. Lando was probably just playing with you, like he does with any other girl, and you fell for it. “I know it’s stupid,” you continue to tell Charles, “but I actually thought I meant something for him, you know? But I know now that it’s nothing like that. I will just forget about it..”

Charles lets out a big sigh. He knew Lando would be dumb, but he didn’t know you would be on the exact same annoying level. The two of you really deserve each other he thinks tiredly. 

“Do you think Lando kissed you because he doesn’t like you or?” Charles asks you. 

“Maybe he only did it to get back at Pierre,” you suggest, “I know there’s something between them, but I have no idea what.” 

Before Charles can talk the idea out of your head, you’re already talking further. 

“Or maybe he just did it to prove to himself he can have anyone,” you suggest, “That’s pretty fuckboyish. He’s a player after all.” 

“Maybe he just wanted to get back at me,” you go on with suggesting, “It’s not like I have been very nice towards him. Maybe he thought I deserved this?” 

“Maybe-“ you want to start another sentence, but Charles is quick to interrupt you. “Maybe he likes you as well, but is just as stupid as you about confessing it to each other,” Charles says. 

“No,” you tell Charles, “don’t give me any hope. I’ll just forget that this has ever happened.” 

You decide to walk away from Charles, not in the mood to continue the conversation. You know that Charles means it in a good way, but you can’t afford it to give yourself hope when you need to forget about Lando. Within a minute you’re standing in your room. 

In the mean time is Charles standing hopelessly in the living room. He sighs for the millionth time today. How is he suppose to fix this? 

+++

That night you can’t fall asleep. You’ve blocked Lando his number. You don’t want to bring yourself to the temptation to text him again. You need to forget about him. A notification from Instagram pops up. Apparently Pierre left a comment on your new Instagram post. You head over to the app. Pierre has commented a simple pink heart. A mean plan forms itself in your head. You don’t think twice, you comment a blue heart to Pierre his comment. 

What you don’t know, is that somewhere else in Monaco, Lando is laying in the almost same position as you. He tried calling multiple times tonight. He has send you multiple messages. But it’s pretty clear what has happened. You have blocked him. He realizes it, but his fingers can’t stop typing messages. His mind won’t shut up before he has send all the messages.

Lando: we need to talk

Lando: you’ve blocked me

Lando: fuck y/n

Lando: I like you

Lando: I thought you were mad at me for kissing you

Lando stops messaging you for a bit to send Charles a text. He doesn’t need to ask how it went when Charles talked to you. The fact that he is block, tells him enough. He quickly sends Charles a text to ask if he can asks you to unblock him. 

You’re staring at your phone screen. Charles just texted you that Lando send him multiple text about you unblocking him. Should you unblock Lando? You can’t imagine that’s a smart move to make. But, why is he asking you to do so? Your finger hoovers above the button on your screen. Should you? Annoyed you throw your phone away, letting it land somewhere on your bed. What a mess have you gotten yourself into. 

Lando: please talk to me

Lando: y/n? 

Lando throws his phone off him. This has no use. He’s blocked and it will probably stay like that for a while. He sighs. This is hopeless. He needs to get your attention someway. He picks up his phone again. Quickly heading over to the Instagram app. 

The first thing he sees on his homepage is a new picture of you. It seems like it’s from this afternoon. You’re holding a shopping bag and are standing in front of the store. Lando can’t look away from the picture. You’re face is a bit hidden behind some loose strands of your hair. He wishes he could see it. He scrolls a bit more and reads some of the reactions. It doesn’t take him long to spot a certain one. He lets out an annoyed sigh when he sees the reaction of Pierre. Then he sees your reaction on it. What is this? 

“Fuck!” He says loudly. 

He likes your photo. He wants to show you that he has seen the interaction between you and Pierre. He even reacts an orange heart to the thread of reactions. He quickly sends Charles a text, asking him to join his reaction. Maybe that way no one will think that you’re dating Pierre. He would hate it if that’s what people are thinking. He will hate it even more if that’s true.

What if you have used him all this time? What if this is just another sick joke from Pierre? Is this Pierre showing him that he can still have anyone he wants? 

You have picked up your phone again. You have seen Lando his reaction on your post. It causes you to head over to his contact once again. This time you actually press unblock. 

Lando: you’re the worst if you’re actually dating Pierre now

Of course, the first message you get is Lando talking about Pierre. 

Lando: was everything some kind of sick joke?

Lando: fuck unblock me we need to talk

Lando: we really need to talk

Y/N: I guess we do.

Lando almost drops his phone. Since when did you unblock him? 

Lando: When? 

Y/N: Idk, when are you free?

Lando: now

Lando: I can pick you up?

Y/N: I’m ready in 15 minutes

Lando: omw

Lando: i can’t wait to see you

You let out a small scoff when you read Lando his latest message. Can’t wait to see you? If that was true he should have come earlier. Why would he ignore you then? You get out of your bed, searching around for some clothes to wear. You also pick up the Quadrant shirt that Lando lend you before, you fold it up to give it back. 

“Charles, I’m leaving!” 

Charles is quick to walk over to your room. He asks you for an explanation. You explain. Then you hear the door bell. Fuck, you’re not ready yet. You quickly put on a crop top and a legging. This should do. You grab your phone and head to the door. 

When you open the door, it isn’t the one who you were expecting. 

“Hey babygirl,” Pierre greets you. 

You turn around, searching for your brother. Maybe he invited him? You yell for Charles. Charles is quick to show up next to you. But he also didn’t invite Pierre. 

“You’re kidding me,” Lando scoffs. You turn around back towards the door. Fuck, you hoped that Lando would miss this. “Is this some sort of sick joke?” Lando asks, “What is he doing here Y/N?”

“I’m picking her up for our date night,” Pierre states boldly. 

“Oh fuck off,” you sigh, “Lan I don’t know why he’s here. I didn’t invite him and neither did Charles. Can we go now?” 

“Go where?” Pierre asks. 

You don’t know what have gotten into you when you answer Pierre. “Lando is here to pick me up for our date night. We’re going to his apartment, see some movies and all that,” you tell Pierre. 

Lando doesn’t know what to think anymore. What is happening? Why doesn’t he understand any of it? He feels how you grab his hand en pull him with you towards his car. Lando is quick to follow you, but he still feels vague. He doesn’t know what’s happening and it is confusing him. When he’s sitting behind the steering wheel of his McLaren, he looks at you. He notices the sleepless and sad look you’re carrying. 

“If you don’t want to talk it’s fine,” Lando tells you, “You can go back to get some sleep or for your date night with Pierre? We can always talk later.” 

“You don’t get it,” you tell Lando, “There’s nothing between me and Pierre. I don’t know why he’s standing there. I only opened the door because I thought it was you. I don’t want anything to do with Pierre. Now drive. We’re going to talk.”

“There is nothing between you and Pierre?” Lando asks. He needs to hear it again. And probably ten times more after everything he thought earlier today. But in the mean time, he does start the car. 

“Lan,” you continue, “I promised you remember? I haven’t seen him since that night. I don’t know what he was doing at the door. That’s why I called Charles. I’m not dating Pierre. I’m not seeing him and I don’t want to.”

“Thank god for that,” Lando says relieved.

part ten

[flyingwargle]

tw: day after a panic attack, discussions of anxiety

suna awakens to the sound of his front door opening.

through the haze of his sleep-leaden mind, he registers how heavy his body is, swollen eyes struggling to blink through the darkness. he hears keys jangle, footsteps reverberating throughout the apartment until knocks sound on his bedroom door, along with a soft call. “rin?”

he tries to respond, but his throat is dry, so all that comes out is a faint cough. the door opens, a figure washed in shadows stepping inside, approaching to kneel beside his bed. suna rolls his head to face them, can see the concern in their gaze, the deep frown softening into a tiny smile. “hi, love,” osamu whispers. “i heard from komori that you were havin’ a rough time. didja eat?”

suna shakes his head. osamu reaches forward to brush hair out of his eyes, gentle touches that send shivers down his spine. “all right. lemme make ya some food. keep restin’, ya hear?” he doesn’t have the energy to speak, simply closes his eyes, feels osamu kiss his forehead before slipping out. the kitchen fan turns on a moment later.

after what happened yesterday, he isn’t in any condition to practice, so he stays in bed, chasing after the last tendrils of sleep, opening his eyes when he fails. a bone-deep exhaustion makes it difficult for him to sit up, let alone reach for his phone, somewhere on the nightstand, so he resigns himself with a sigh. it isn’t long before knocks echo on his door again, and osamu enters with a bowl balanced on a tray, along with a cup of water. “i made ya some rice porridge. lemme help ya sit up.”

slowly, he moves upright, leaning heavily against his pillows. osamu feeds him a spoonful of porridge at a time, quiet except for the steady rainfall that taps a rhythm on the window. “d’ya wanna talk ‘bout it?”

“not really.”

“but will ya, with someone?”

his nostrils flare. it’s good timing that his monthly therapy session is around the corner. “yeah.”

osamu feeds him the last spoonful of porridge, then moves the bowl aside. he kneels beside him again, hand in his, kisses his palm with reverence saved for a god. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t here fer ya when ya needed me.”

“you have a restaurant to run. it’s my fault. i should’ve been more careful.” he’s always been mindful of his own anxiety, has followed every plan and strategy that he and his therapist came up with to mitigate panic attacks, to the point that he hadn’t had an attack since joining ejp. but things always fall through the cracks, often in unpredictable ways, and he’s the only one left to suffer.

“it’s never yer fault, rin. don’t say that.” osamu lifts his head at him, expression fierce. “i shoulda recognized the signs earlier, shoulda paid more attention, and i’m sorry fer that. i know this won’t make up fer it, but lemme take care of ya today.”

“are you sure?” suna whispers. “what about your restaurant?”

“they can survive without me fer a day or two, but i can’t survive without ya.” osamu looks at him more critically now, frown deepening. “yer still in your practice clothes.”

“oh. yeah.” seeing that he collapsed in bed immediately after coming home last night, changing or showering were the last things on his mind.

“d’ya wanna bath? i’ll help ya wash yer hair. when was the last time ya washed it?”

“don’t ask.”

osamu helps him out of bed. with slow steps, they enter the bathroom, suna sitting on the toilet while osamu fusses with the water temperature, waiting until it’s warm enough. then, he tells him to undress and get in the tub, pulling hair products from the cabinet.

a hot bath and freshly washed hair later, they settle on the couch, weighted blanket thrown over suna’s shoulders, face pressed against osamu’s chest. in high school, when his anxiety was undiagnosed, osamu was the only one who knew how to help him through it, the others lingering on the sidelines. it worsened in his third year, pressured by family to go to university and get a job, pressured to perform well and gain attention from scouts, pressured to maintain his grades to keep his options open. through it all, osamu stayed, hand stroking his back, fingers running through his hair, whispering in his ear that everything will be okay.

suna doesn’t deserve him, this man who drove three hours at the crack of dawn to arrive at his doorstep to make him food and wash his hair. what has he given him in return? a burden that he’ll carry for the rest of his life, no matter how hard he tries to mitigate it.

“rin? what’s wrong?” osamu’s panicked voice snaps him from his thoughts. “yer cryin’.” oh, he is, swollen eyes leaking with tears again. suna makes a frustrated noise at the back of his throat. he cried enough last night. why won’t the tears stop?

“love, talk ta me. what’s wrong?”

suna hides his face from him. “i made you drive all the way here to deal with me. i’m sorry.”

“rin, ya didn’t ‘make me.’ i chose ta do this. an’ i ain’t ‘dealin’ with ya’ either. ya just had a panic attack in the last twenty-four hours. d’ya think i’d let ya handle the fallout alone? i’d never forgive myself.” osamu wraps his arms around him, pulls him closer to him. “if it weren’t for komori, ya would be by yerself, an’ i wouldn’t have known. that scares me, that ya’d be sufferin’, an’ i’d be none the wiser.”

“this isn’t–“

“no, don’t say that. i chose this. you’ll never let me go.” he lowers his head against his, voice soft in his ear. “so don’t be scared ta tell me when somethin’ is wrong, okay?”

suna crumbles, sobbing into his shirt, eyes and nose streaming. osamu holds him tight, strokes his back, murmurs that everything will be okay. he was there for him in high school and after, even when distance keeps them apart. he’ll always be here, and suna will never thank him enough.

[pamsimmerstories]

they had A LOT to talk

previous || next

[avery]: just ask me anything.

[freya]: why did you have to leave...when your dad died

[avery]: i couldn’t breathe, freya. i felt like it was my fault, that night, our first time, just happened because i was mad at him. our last conversation, it was me and my dad arguing. i felt like i ruined everything and i would ruin you at some point.

[freya]: oh, avery...

[avery]: i know... i’ve been working on it on my therapy sessions. i’m far from being the man you deserve, but i’m working on it, freya.

[freya]: you’re perfect for me, avery. since we started dating. and you don’t ruin things... it’s just... life. but i’m glad you’re looking for professional help. because it wasn’t your fault your dad died.

[avery]: i’m working on it, sometimes i know it wasn’t, but sometimes i keep playing our last conversation in my mind and i hate how  he died right after i told him he was just like his mother. i knew he hated that and i said it anyway

[avery]: i just wanted to take all back and tell him how much i loved him. but i was so mad because he kept pushing me to go to college.

[freya]: and are you happy? finishing your degree?

[avery]: i don’t know for sure... i feel like i can do it, for him. so i’m okay with my choice.

[freya]: as long as you’re happy and in peace with your choice...

[avery]: what about you? an actress now, huh? *smirks*

[freya]: *rolls eyes* that’s definitely not for me. but there’s another season. and i signed the contract already. i don’t need to break it. i’ll have to be back in del sol valley in a few weeks.

[avery]: i hate that you’re going away, freya.

[freya]: i hate that, too. but i won’t let go of you while i’m here.

[avery]: *grins* good!

[avery]: and what else do you want to know, donkey?

[freya]: uh... *bites lip* what about you and valentina?

[avery]: hm, i should’ve seen this coming *chuckles*

[freya]: you don’t need to talk right now...

[avery]: that’s okay. *deep sigh* okay... well, it was supposed to be a one time thing and she got pregnant. i care about her, because we sort of grew up together. i didn’t want to be a dad, but she wanted to be a mother, so i stepped up. we were never supposed to be a couple. collin told me that you asked him if we were together *smirks* were you jealous, donkey?

[avery]: hm, i should’ve seen this coming *chuckles*

[freya]: you don’t need to talk right now...

[avery]: that’s okay. *deep sigh* okay... well, it was supposed to be a one time thing and she got pregnant. i care about her, because we sort of grew up together. i didn’t want to be a dad, but she wanted to be a mother, so i stepped up. we were never supposed to be a couple. collin told me that you asked him if we were together *smirks* were you jealous, donkey?

[freya]: ugh! collin is such a snitch!

[avery]: *laughs* he tried so hard to bring us closer together. you have no idea how happy he is right now. i’m so happy that you here.

[freya]: i’m sorry about jasper...

[avery]: why are you apologizing? i broke up with you and i told you to be happy and move on. and you did. there’s nothing wrong with that, frey.

[freya]: i feel terrible about what i did to him... but i really tried to like him. but i never got over you

[avery]: part of me feels sorry for him, but another part of me, a huge part of me, loves that you never got over me *grins*

[freya]: avery! and now you’re living in the same building as him. what if he sees us?

[avery]: i won’t ever do anything on purpose to rub our relationship on his face. but i won’t hide it if we meet him in the hallways.

[freya]: i guess that’s fair. and he knows i love you. that’s why we broke up that night after the bluffs. he thought i was cheating on him, he was gonna propose, i feel like just because he saw you as threat...

[avery]: i guess i have to step up my game now.

[freya]: don’t be silly! i started it... i thought you were having a kid, and sort of asked him to have a baby, too

[avery]: were you trying to have a baby with jasper villareal?

[freya]: hey! you got valentina villareal pregnant!

[avery]: what a pair we are, huh?!

[freya]: i know, right?! god! i was so out of my mind thinking about having a baby so soon.

[avery]: do you still want to have a baby?

[freya]: what are you implying?

[avery]: i didn’t want to have a baby before, but now i do.

[freya]: right now?

[avery]: *laughs* no, geez! i want to enjoy you for a while, for the time we lost... just you, me and finn :)

[freya]: i like that idea

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 7

read part 6 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: strong language, reckless driving, family angst

a/n: heyyyy. sorry this took so long i wrote and unwrote it like four times. the action is going to pick up soon, but for now, have some family angst and crazy ethan. dm me to be added to the taglist

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“Are you going to Tara’s funeral tomorrow?” Ethan asks me.

It’s been six days since her death. Since my freak-out in the locker room, I’ve been ghosting my friends and skipping in-school therapy sessions. Instead, Ethan and I have taken to spending our afternoons at his house, mostly watching shitty TV and making out, to be completely honest.

I untangle myself from under his arm, leaning back into the couch. “Yeah. My parents are coming, too. Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought we could skip together, or something.”

“Are you kidding?.”

“No, I’m dead serious. Should we even be there?”

My throat feels dry. “She was my best friend, Ethan. It doesn’t matter what happened in the end.”

He sighs. “It’s a great example of dramatic irony, I’ll give you that, but doesn’t it feel a little fucked up? We could stay here, rent a movie or something.”

He grins reassuringly as he says this, and it makes me nauseous. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, everyone’s expecting me to be there.”

Ethan seems upset by my rejection, but before he can say anything else we’re interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I turn to see a gray-haired man coming through the entryway.

I assume this is Ethan’s dad (they have the same dark eyes), but he walks past the couch without an introduction.

Ethan sighs. “Hey, son. Didn’t know you were home yet”

“Hey, Dad. Didn’t hear you come in,” he replies, settling into the nearby armchair. 

Ethan clears his throat. “So, how was work, then?”

“It was miserable,” Detective Bailey sighs. “Some psycho put a bomb threat on the welcome center today. Said they put a bomb in the boiler room that was gonna set off thermals on the upper floors. It was all talk, of course– these idiots never have the guts to follow through. But it was a pain in my ass, of course.”

Something about the way he talks about these bombs unnerves me. Still, I smile politely, not wanting to make a bad impression.

“Gee, Dad,” he continues, “I nearly forgot to introduce you to my girlfriend.” Ethan goes red, but I can’t pretend like I don’t like that label. 

“Hi, Detective Bailey,” I say. “I’m Y/N, I’m Ethan’s classmate.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, eyeing me up and down. He’s very methodical in the way he looks me over, clearly experienced from years in the force.

We all sit in awkward silence for a minute, until Ethan turns back to me. “Hey, what if you stay for dinner?”

As much as I want to say yes, the thought of spending any more time around Detective Bailey dissuades me from accepting his offer. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to get ready for tomorrow, and my mom’s making my favorite for dinner.” Detective Bailey scoffs at this. “How nice. The last time I saw your mom, Ethan, she was waving out of the back of a car as she drove off into the sunset. Where was that? Nevada? Sacramento?”

Ethan tenses. “I’m going to drive her home, Dad.”

“Be my guest,” he mumbles, and Ethan all but pushes me through the doorway and into his car.

“Right,” I say when we’re on the road. “I’m, uh, sorry about your dad.”

“Don’t be,” Ethan says through gritted teeth. “He’s been all sorts of weird since we lost our brother.”

“Jesus, Ethan. You didn’t tell me about that.”

“Well, if we’re airing our family business, I might as well. That’s why my mom left, too. Couldn’t deal with the memory of him.”

“I’m sorry.”

Ethan laughs without humor. “Well, it’s not like you were the one who killed him, huh?”

This strikes me as a strange thing to say, but I’m probably not in a position to judge. Instead, I reach over and place a hand on his thigh.

“Thank you, then. For being here for me right now. I would be locked up without you.”

He softens again, back to the Ethan I’m familiar with. “Always.”

I see him looking at me in his peripheral vision, so I give him a soft smile. He stares at me for a moment, and maybe everything is going to be alright.

Then he floors the gas, and we’re barrelling down the street.

“Ethan, what the fuck?” I say. “Slow down!”

But he doesn’t slow down. He keeps going. We whiz down the center of town, where, luckily, very few people are out.

I see my street fly by, and I look at him in mixed confusion and desperation. His eyes are wild in a way I haven’t seen before.

I try one more time. “For the love of God, Ethan, stop the fucking car!”

Surprisingly, he listens. We come to a sudden stop, and I’m thrown forward in my seat. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving.

“What the fuck was that?” I scream.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he grabs my face and kisses me, hard. I’m so surprised that I don’t push him off. 

Ethan pulls back. “Without me, you’d be in prison, Y/N. Do you know that?”

My hands are shaking. I don’t know what to say— I just nod.

He smiles, satisfied, and rests his hand on my thigh. “Good. Let’s go home.”

taglist: @miawastakens

[stormyoceans]

i’m rewatching and i still don’t know how this show exists or what kind of drugs were the writers on, but i’m so glad they were lmao and they have enough for our skyy 2 episodes. Any thoughts about 1) empty cinema scene, 2) talay’s foggy glasses kiss, 3) grafitti library scene, ‘Do you want me to live with you or do you want something 18+’ unhinged daydream, 4) wedding scene, 5) puen reading shojo manga, 6) why they should stop eating so much junk food, 7) snow scene? Sorry this got too long. I just love your thoughts about them so much!

Have an awesome day!

(one day i’ll come off anon, im just too shy and awkward lmao)

[peaks timidly from my inbox] yes hello i come asking for forgiveness ;;;;;; i really am so terribly sorry for how late this answer is, anon, i've been so all-over the place in the few past weeks and wrote this here and there whenever i needed to feel better, which probably means it's even more scattered and less coherent than usual ;;;;; not sure if you're still around or even just still interested in this, but i wanted to reply to you anyway, so here we go!!!

1) empty cinema scene: ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED SCENES IN THE ENTIRE SHOW IM SO HAPPY YOU MENTIONED IT BECAUSE WE DON’T TALK NEARLY ENOUGH ABOUT IT!!!!! literally the proof that no one can cheer talay up and get him out of his own head like puen does!!!! talay's ridiculously fond smile as puen pretends the cinema is full of people, the way he actually plays along with it after the initial 'what the hell are you doing' reaction.... we always make fun of puen for being down bad BUT GOD TALAY IS SO SMITTEN TOO he sees puen tearing up while watching the movie (THEIR movie) and his first instinct is to gently wipe away those tears LIKE IF THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU WANT TO BITE YOUR OWN ARM OFF AND FEED IT TO THE WOLVES THEN I ENVY YOU TBH. and the most insane thing is that at the time he didn’t even know he was in love with puen, he hadn’t realized it yet, while puen was already fully aware of his own feelings for talay. puen who, during the voice over, says "it's you. if it wasn't for you, this movie wouldn't have happened. without you, my screenplay wouldn't be this good", which parallels what he tells talay at the end of episode 4, "if it's not you, i wouldn't be able to work this well". and looking back at it, i really feel like it shouldn't have surprised me so much to learn that puen realized he was in love with talay at the glass house, because he was basically shouting it from the rooftops. "which scene is your favorite?" talay asks him. "the last scene where both of them meet again in the coffee shop," puen answers, because "i went there with you". it's you. it can't be anyone but you. i love you, i love you, i love you. IM TRULY NEVER GONNA GET TIRED OF SAYING HOW THEY INVENTED PARALLELISM ROMANTICISM SOULMATISM ALSO NOT THEM BEING SO ENTHRALLED BY EACH OTHER THEY DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT UP AND AOU WERE THERE TOO PEOPLE IN LOVE ARE THE WORST

2) talay’s foggy glasses kiss: NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY AND EVEN IF I HAD ANY I WOULD KEEP THEM BETWEEN ME AND GOD BECAUSE THEY SURE AS HELL WOULDN'T BE FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION. like i make fun of puen for being horny all the time but also i get it. if talay confessed to have been in love with me since the very first time we met by using a very similar line i liked from a movie we watched together years ago all while looking so warm and cuddly in an oversized sweater, i would feel compelled to kiss him senseless too. also not to be petty, but as much as people like to say jimmysea can't kiss, this is the only time i can fully believe a make out session left a character breathless, with weak knees, and a little turned on like THE FOGGY GLASSES, TALAY'S LIPS ALL RED FROM KISSING, HIS HAIR MESSED UP FROM PUEN'S HANDS RUNNING THROUGH IT, HIS EYES COMPLETELY GLAZED OVER...... REARRANGED MY GUTS MY SOUL MY ENTIRE LIFE AND EVERYTHING I EVER THOUGHT I KNEW THE SPECTRE OF THE PERSON I WAS WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS KISS HAUNTS MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT THEY REALLY DID THE MOST

3.a) grafitti library scene: PAIN SUFFERING TORMENT AGONY ANGUISH BUT ALSO THE TENSION THE UNDERCURRENT THE WHOLE ENTIRE EVERYTHING OF IT ALL I HATE TO SEE THEM FIGHT BUT GOD I LOVE THIS SCENE I REALLY DO. i just think it's such an important moment, character-wise, and it's also the first big turning point in their relationship, just like the separation in episode 6 is, because the conflict is actually functional to their growth, especially puen's. puen is already so deeply in love here, but it's so painfully obvious that he has no idea how to go about it and that he is still struggling to find himself, so he defaults to what he knows, to being puen the actor, and that's what he ends up putting on, an act, a big over the top romantic one that could have come out from a movie, but even if the feelings behind it are genuine, the gesture itself isn't, and talay KNOWS, because puen is the kind of person that quietly waits outside his university all day just to spend a little more time with him, not the one that makes a spectacle out of it. this is what makes talay finally snap, because while we see him being very confused about his feelings throughout the episode, and very doubtful about puen's too, you can see that part of him did believe in puen's sincerity ("lately, someone has done something nice to me," talay says to dol a little later in the episode, "so nice that i thought he was serious"), which is why it hurts so much to see talay's crestfallen expression when he asks puen "so all you've done is for your screenwriting?" (and since we're talking about it SEA'S ACTING HERE IS SO GOOD AND YET SO UNDERRATED IM EATING MY FIST) and puen doesn't realize how upset talay really is until it's too late, until he tries to explain and maybe even confess something ("im not messing with you. i--") but talay doesn't want to listen anymore. however this rejection is essential to make puen understand that he has to stop hiding under puen the actor and start being puen the person if he wants to be with talay. this is a long process that will only end in episode 10, when he'll finally be ready to tell talay his name, but this was the first step towards it: as misguided as the kiss in the glass house is, it's also the moment where puen stops playing a role and starts following his feelings. i honestly don't think it's a coincidence that in this episode the password used for the association is "you're not a movie. you are real."

3.b) ‘Do you want me to live with you or do you want something 18+’ unhinged daydream: PEAK DERANGED PUEN MOMENT HE REALLY SAID LET ME ADMIT OUT LOUD ALL THE ROMANTIC DOMESTIC HALF HORNY FANTASIES I'VE EVER HAD ABOUT YOU. IM PRETTY SURE THAT IF TALAY DIDN'T STOP HIM HE REALLY WOULD HAVE GONE INTO FULL 18+ NSFW XXX TERRITORY THERE IS JUST NOT A SINGLE OUNCE OF SHAME IN THIS BOY'S BODY AND YET TALAY STILL THINKS HE’S DOING IT FOR THE BIT. INSANITY LUNACY MADNESS AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY HAVE I GONE CRAZY. on a more serious note, i already said it before, but i absolutely love how the talay in puen's daydreams is just like the real talay, so much so that we could hardly tell that what we were seeing wasn't actually what was happening, because it shows that puen loves him as he is, warts and all, and that in puen's head their relationship turning into a romantic one wouldn't change who they are or how they interact with each other: they would still bicker and banter and be friends, and that's one of the things i love the most about them. ALSO ALL THE DETAILS IN PUEN'S FANTASY ACTUALLY BECOMING TRUE MAKES ME WANT TO RIP MY HEART OUT AND EAT IT BUT LET'S NOT GO THERE

4) wedding scene: I HAVE MULTIPLE ORGANS FAILURE EVERY TIME I REWATCH THIS SCENE POSSIBLY BECAUSE THEIR OUTFITS HERE ARE MY FAVORITE FOR BOTH OF THEM IN THE ENTIRE SHOW BUT MAINLY BECAUSE PUEN IS REALLY OUT THERE JUST SAYING SHIT LIKE "I SHOULD JUST MARRY A COLORIST" IN EPISODE 4!!!!!! BOY HAS JUST REALIZED HE'S IN LOVE LIKE 2 DAYS AGO AND IS ALREADY PLANNING THEIR WEDDING IN HIS HEAD!!!!!! also i adore how the writers use this specific setting to let us know the characters' current attitude towards love: puen talking about getting married and having a partner vs talay being focused on working on the video, puen catching the bouquet with no fear vs talay shielding himself from it.... THIS IS WHY I DESPERATELY NEED THE PUENTALAY WEDDING IN OUR SKYY I /NEED/ P'X TO GIVE ME THIS PARALLEL IT WOULD SIMPLY BE SO DELICIOUS. and not to be that person but fucking raw in that venue right then and there would have been less obscene than the looks they be throwing at each other while puen tells the entire room he is hitting on talay and then gives him the bouquet. jimmysea really be showing up on set every day like we're gonna display so much adoration desire yearning and love through the look in our eyes alone AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOR IT

5) puen reading shojo manga: OF COURSE PUEN WOULD LOVE SHOUJO WHEN HE IS SO INTO LOVE AND ROMANCE IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE AND IT'S HONESTLY SO ADORABLE I HOPE TALAY BUYS HIM AN ENTIRE LIBRARY FOR HIM TO FILL WITH ALL HIS FAVORITE MANGA. and i think it's interesting to point out that shoujo, much like the color pink, is something that has been forcefully connected to a whole set of 'feminine' characteristics that society tells men are off-limits for them: men don't need to be caring and sweet and romantic and cute.... but puen is very much all of these things, and maybe his reticence in admitting he likes shoujo is yet another way he hides his real self away because he's scared not to be liked, which makes talay's genuine interest all the more important. also we tend to associate shoujo with romance, but the three more common narrative themes in the genre are a focus on human relations and emotions, characters that defy traditional roles and stereotypes surrounding gender and sexuality, and depictions of supernatural and paranormal subjects. IDK ABOUT YOU BUT THAT SOUNDS VERY FAMILIAR TO ME

6) why they should stop eating so much junk food: THIS MAKES ME LAUGH SO MUCH EVERY TIME I READ IT BUT ALSO I REALLY DO HOPE THEY’RE SNEAKING SOME VEGETABLES IN BETWEEN ALL THE CHIPS AND FRIED CHICKEN AND PREMADE NOODLES AND DIFFERENT KIND OF SWEETS OR THEY’RE GONNA GET A HEART ATTACK BEFORE THE AGE OF 40 (thank god for the 0% sugar oishi drink at least sfjkshfkgs). also not me suddenly getting choked up at the thought of the two of them getting to 50 years old and finding out that talay’s pressure tends to get too high so puen studies a proper diet for it and makes sure talay follows it scrupulously NOT ME THINKING ABOUT OLD PUENTALAY GROWING VEGETABLES IN THEIR GARDEN AND REMINDING EACH OTHER TO TAKE THEIR MEDS EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND I NEED TO GO WALK INTO TRAFFIC REAL QUICK YEAH NO BRB

7) snow scene: there are honestly many things i could talk about in this scene ("when you see snow again next time you will think of me", puen and talay having to play the characters, puen kissing talay's cheek, talay saying he doesn't like to be hugged, the freaking shaved ice made with snow and the oishi drink) BUT THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK ABOUT IS "YOU MUST ONLY BE HAPPY TALAY" LIKE IM SORRY BUT ISABELLE ADJANI GOING TITS OUT INSANE IN THE TUNNEL SCENE FROM POSSESSION HAS NOTHING ON WHAT I FEEL ABOUT THIS LINE IT'S IN MY TOP 10 MOST ROMANTIC PUEN'S LINES AND IT DRIVES ME CRAZY IN WAYS I CAN'T REALLY EXPLAIN AND I WISH I COULD SAY ANYTHING COHERENT ABOUT IT BUT RN THERE ARE JUST AMBULANCE SIRENS GOING OFF IN MY HEAD

[captain039]

PART 3 He’s down on his knees

Jared Padalecki x reader

Warnings: sexual, smut, oral, light swearing, age gap, praise kink, dom/sub, bondage, public sex, talks about sex/kinks, first times, self-esteem issues, body issues, chubby reader Just real dirty unless I put feelings into it xD

Just a random movie I’ll make up for this.

I also live for a gay best friend makeup artist

If my future man ain’t obsessed with me I don’t want him xD

Last part <-

The acting was strange from then on. You avoided Jared like the plague, grew flustered anytime you were around him, forgot all your lines in moments, and acted like a young fan girl. Jared either didn’t notice or gave you space, in your dark times you’d figure he’d gotten over you, realised you weren’t worth it, or you were just the fat funny friend everyone looked over.

It’s been a month since your make-out session and your depression seriously kicked you. You were crying at night debating whether to message him or not. Go visit him down the hotel hall, but you just ran, like you always did. Something that was too good to be true probably was.

You groaned when your alarm woke you, you felt like you drank ten litres of vodka or something. You smacked your phone a little too hard and your alarm stopped. You grumbled into the pillow before sliding out of bed and heading to the shower. A knock came though and you groaned again trudging to the door as you fake cry.

“Yes?” You opened the door a mess.

“Uh hey,” you froze hearing Jared’s voice and looking at him.

“Oh-“ you fixed yourself up, especially your tank top that was barely keeping the girls in.

“I’m so sorry” you muttered hiding behind the door and adjusting yourself. You heard him chuckle lightly and cursed yourself. You straightened out your hair the best you could, ignoring the literal bird's nest on the back. You appeared back and gave a brief smile.

“You ok?” He asked smiling slightly.

“Hah!” You said way too loudly and flushed.

“I mean yes” you cleared your throat awkwardly. Geez, this was the worst.

“I can come back” he offered and you nodded.

“Yes, that’d be great” your stomach dropped.

“Alright, I’ll uh, see you later” he chuckled waving goodbye.

“Ok,” you said waving goodbye before closing the door. You groaned and banged your head gently against the door. You had a shower, wondered if you could jump out the window and live then disappear to Africa or somewhere far. You got dressed and had a shake for breakfast before dreading going to see Jared. You had to face him eventually, you’d just tell him the truth and he’d tell you the truth and all will be peachy.

You knocked on his room door and he smiled as he opened it up.

“You look awake now” he chuckled and you nodded as he let you inside.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that- I would’ve um-” you gulped slightly clutching your phone.

“Hey, it's ok” he chuckled.

“I know you're not a morning person I should've come later” he shrugged hands in his pockets.

“Yeah” you muttered dreading the conversation.

“Hey I'm sorry I've been avoiding you,” you said quietly looking at the ground.

“It's ok,” he said rather softly.

“It's not” you muttered.

“Listen I know what happened, it was an amazing, one-time thing I get that, totally fine with me” you gulped glancing at his face. He was frowning confused.

“I'm not someone you know guys hook up with or get into relationships with so I totally understand not coming back” he still didn't speak and your heart pounded.

“Yeah cool, ok, so we good?” you chuckled nervously, shifting on your feet.

“Excuse me?” he muttered and you froze.

“Oh, not good then? Look I'm sorry about everything, I shouldn't have said anything-” you babbled a bit before lips crashed into yours.

“Shut up” he muttered and you nodded quickly as he kissed you roughly. You moaned softly surprised by the noise yourself as Jared's hands gripped your side. Jared backed you into the couch and you sat down before he laid you down and climbed on top of you. Jared groaned softly hands slipping under your shirt and running over your sides. He wasn't gentle like he had pent-up anger or something bursting. You stopped his hands and he lifted his head as you finally got a chance to breathe. A look of guilt flashed on his face as he say up and sat down, head in hand. You frowned slightly wondering what you did wrong, you just needed a breather.

“Sorry” he muttered voice cracking.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked confused as you sat up too.

“Being intense” he scoffed.

“You avoiding me for so long after what happened, I've got a lot of pent-up frustration” he muttered looking to the ground in shame.

“I knew you'd need space so I gave you it, and then you came here saying that, I kind of snapped” he admitted eyes still avoiding yours.

“I'm not used to normal pace” he chuckled dryly. You didn't know what to say, the amount of romance and fanfiction you read was not anything like this, the real emotions going through you.

“When you said prove it, I expected something irrational” he added sighing and shaking his head as he stood. He stretched, hands on the back of his head, shirt lifting. You cursed the dirty thoughts and stood too. You touched his side and he frowned looking at you as you moved to stand in front of him. You rested one hand on his chest and struggled to keep your heart in your chest. He was all muscle, strange from only knowing your body this whole time. You wanted to feel the skin on skin, feel the warmth through his shirt. You hesitated as one hand held the hem of his shirt. He just watched you with hawk eyes, intently staring, wondering. You shook your head slightly having an inward battle before you slipped your hand under his shirt. He was warm, overly warm now, he shuddered slightly, stomach tightening as your hand travelled up his abdomen. He moved and you stilled as he shrugged off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Your other hand rested on his chest over his heart. It was pounding much like yours, a quick bah-bump under your hand. It was funny feeling the hair there, sure you had hair but not like this, more like fine blonde hair. You came back from your little daydream though and panicked a little. What the hell were you doing?

“I'm so-” before you could speak Jared kissed you softly, hand going over yours that was over his heart. He held it there while his other hand cupped your neck. You sighed gently into the kiss, this was a better speed, you weren't struggling to breathe. Jared pulled back, leaning his head against yours, body slightly hunched over.

“See what you do to me” he chuckled softly and you grew even more flustered and nodded.

Next part ->

[anonymous-person-in-hellhole]

Bubs just wants to help :(

As Bubs sits and eats with GingerBrave in the early morning, trying to regain some energy for the day, who should appear but Black Raisin Cookie and her cute little Rai-sen!

“There you are, GingerBrave!” Bubs waves hi, and she responds, “Oh, and zir Bubblegum Cookie, you too!”

“Black Raisin Cookie! I just love my bed at the Inn! I’ve never slept so well!” GingerBrave says, excitedly, making Bubs smile.

The two continue talking about the council, and Bubs tries to listen, but their mind starts racing, thinking that Clotty is possibly in danger... They can’t let their friend get hurt.

“-I’m gonna go and find out what they think!” Bubs suddenly hears GingerBrave say. Bubs takes this as an opportunity to try and have a talk with Clotty, after all, they want to know how they’re doing right now since yesterday. They know they talked a lot last night but... it wasn’t about what happened yesterday, they were just talking about their lives before now...

“I’ll go with you, kid. I wanted to go and meet Clotted Cream anyway...”

“Ooh, why?~” GingerBrave teased, earning a look from Bubs.

“Yes, Bubblegum Cookie, tell us~” Bubs then looks over to Black Raisin in disbelief.

“No, not you too...” They say, annoyedly but clearly as a joke. With that, the two make off to meet the controversial Consul.

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“Ah, GingerBrave, Bubblegum Cookie! Welcome! A splendid morning, is it not?”

Bubs smiles seeing him still so... smirky? Whatever, they’ve gotten used to it, at this point...

“Yup! Preparing for today council session?” GingerBrave asks, to which, Clotted Cream nods, and that’s when Bubs realized that Espresso was in his room, which makes them wonder where his and Madeleine’s chambers were, if they even have one.. “Listen, I think I found a solution!”

“Huh? What’s your solution, Brave?” They didn’t know that GingerBrave was planning on solving this.

“Why take the Soul Jam to the Republic when you can study it here?” Brave gives his actually good idea. ‘I mean, what’s stopping them from using the technology here?’

“Unfortunately, it is not possible.” Espresso suddenly speaks, “Neither the Cookie Kingdom nor the Vanilla Kingdom have the required equipment available.”

“Well, Strawberry Crepe’s machine did have a hard time scanning their Soul Jam...” ‘and me, for some reason...’ Bubs mentally adds.

“Exactly. The Crème Republic's research facilities are by far, more advanced. Our technology is more refined and our scientists’ training is unparalleled.”

Once again, Bubs’ mind wanders as the people around them continue to speak, something about not wasting time with petty arguments. They wondered, because the Grapefruit was also quite advanced, being able to make the magic gear that every knight back in the kingdom were required to have, as well as the technological magic that kept them afloat, they wonder if, had the kingdom have stayed standing, would they have been able to assist in this situation?

(I mean, the king and queen, as well as the scientists were always open to helping any kingdoms... as long as it would benefit the kingdom for helping at least...)

“Alright, well, I’ll see you guys soon!” Brave speaks, and Bubs looks at the situation in front of them, seeing Clotted Cream and Espresso are too busy discussing something clearly important.

“Uh, I’ll be going, too. Good luck with your plan, Clotty!”

“Oh, thank you, Bubblegum Cookie!”

Bubs walks out with GingerBrave, who stares at them slightly confused.

“Uh, what was that about?” GingerBrave asks, which earns him a confused look from Bubs, “I thought you wanted to talk to him? Why’d you leave?”

“He looked busy... I didn’t want to disturb him...”

“... Oh.”

Bubs smiles at him, then rolls their eyes.

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They go back into the Solarium of Unity, the most beautiful part of the kingdom. It shortly took their mind off things as they walked inside of this beautiful place again.

“Oh, Wildberry Cookie!” GingerBrave greets the tall, buff, red-haired Cookie who was as stoic as Financier, though, a little less... “What’cha doing here?”

“I was looking at the beautiful stained glass.” Wildberry said, his voice still monotone, but with a slight hint of happiness in it. He continues, “Hollyberry Cookie’s image looks most awe-inspiring... The artisans managed to capture the essence of her very soul!”

Bubs stares at the image of Hollyberry, and agrees with Wildberry’s sentiment. “It’s such a well-made piece, the Cookies who made it had so much love for making all of them! Hollyberry looks exactly like the happy-go-lucky, determined Cookie that she is!”

“The villagers will be happy to hear that you like this place! They worked hard to make the glass shine once again.” GingerBrave then asks, “Listen, I noticed how you look at Hollyberry Cookie. You really do respect her a lot! I mean, I know you have your orders and all, but isn’t there more to it?”

Before Bubs can tell GingerBrave that this is a very weird question to ask anyone, Wildberry answers, “Yes, GingerBrave. As a knight, I do serve the Hollyberry Kingdom. But I follow the Queen Mother not because of any orders. I am... indebted to her. If it weren’t for Hollyberry Cookie’s help...”

“Indebted...?” Both Bubs and Brave ask together.

“If it weren’t for her, I would have roamed the back alleys fighting for survival with nothing but my fists... I met Her Majesty when I was a young vagrant. I was reckless enough to challenge her, unknowing of who she was. Hollyberry Cookie... showed me the error of my ways.”

“Oh! Haha, I can imagine that! When we first met her, she wore a disguise too!”

“Yes. A Cookie of great strength but great humbleness. That experience was... eye-opening. I was a rough street kid, but she treated me with kindness, like a family. Most importantly, she taught me to fight for something that matters... That is why I am here.”

“She sounds like an amazing Cookie...”

“Wow! She must trust you so much if she brought you here!”

He continues to declare his undying loyalty to Hollyberry Cookie, and Bubs relates with all he has to say.

“Your dedication to the Queen Mother is so admirable, Wildberry Cookie.”

“Bubblegum Cookie, I’ve heard from Crunchy Chip Cookie that you are an ex-knight. What was your loyalty to? If you do not mind my inquiring.”

Bubs is taken aback quite a bit... they didn’t expect even one Cookie to know about it... If only Brave’s introduction for them didn’t involve talking about how they were an ex-knight...

“Sorry, I’d really rather not say...”

“Understandable, pardon for my being rude.”

“Pardon granted.”

“Woah, Bubblegum Cookie! I didn’t know you could grant pardons?”

“I can’t. I’m just being polite.”

The duo laughs as the stoic Wildberry smiles.

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Walking into the White Lily Greenhouse, where the day before, they had just found out about the true nature of the Cookie with the same name and ingredients as the flowers growing here, a Cookie that them and their past Kingdom used to praise and adore... Bubs was feeling very uncomfortable walking in...

That uneasiness ends when GingerBrave calls out for Pure Vanilla, even though the Cookie in front of them was clearly Madeleine, you can’t mistake his cream blond hair, his style, or his boisterous personality for any other Cookie. Even he admits that.

“What’cha doing here, Madeleine?”

“Well, you see, I arose early in the morning, and have been trying to put my thoughts in order ever since. ALl those otherwordly enemies we’ve met in our quest... Brave Cookies fighting them... The decision only seems difficult, while it’s actually fairly simple: the Heroes must share their Soul Jam. Only this way our world can be saved!”

“Very good point, Ser Madeleine... I didn’t expect such profound reasoning from you...”

“Of course! And, naturally...” He then continues on about how beautiful this greenhouse is, and is only paralleled by him... Both Brave and Bubs agree, and tell him to enjoy himself as they take their leave.

“Looks like Madeleine Cookie has his own concerns at times...”

“Well, of course, Brave, even someone like him would think about this...”

“Well, you aren’t wrong...”

Bubs takes a quick glance at the Lilies growing, uneasiness creeping up like an aura around them before walking out.

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To the Wafflebot Hangar, the two travelers go to next, making sure to knock at the door of the very frazzled Strawberry Crepe. Only one of them are going in, though, and it’s Bubblegum.

GingerBrave asks Bubs, “Are you sure you wanna go in? Who knows how they’ll figure out what’s ‘wrong’ with you...”

“Eh, it’ll be better than what training I’ve had to endure... Besides, it’s better to figure it out now instead of later...”

So, they walk in, seeing Crepe in the midst of repairing their robot, with some soft cream, other Cookies helping out. Bubs waves goodbye to GingerBrave, who says he’s heading to the Plaza, and to tell Strawberry Crepe he’s greeting them.

“Hey, Strawberry Crepe.”

“Oh, hello, I could use even more hands, could you help, whoever you are?”

“Huh?” Bubs wonders, before deciding to help anyway, because code of conduct, even though they aren’t a real knight anymore...

So, they took off their jacket and gloves, revealing their impressive muscles and startling scars, and get to work on helping with both lifting and managing the machinery of the robot. It takes only two hours along with breaks for Strawberry Crepe to be satisfied enough with the repairs, that they call everyone to continue on with their lives. Before turning to Bubs.

“Oh, what the? When did you get here, 1% despair?”

“I was helping you the entire time, Crepe.”

“Nevermind that, you’re here now, and I need to know exactly what about you makes you so difficult to interpret!” So, Crepe dragged Bubs to their testing chambers, and Bubs prepares for whatever’s about to happen...

Tests were run for hours, and most of the results showed that overall, they were a normal Cookie... although, with a little flash of the same words of Anomalous Nature Of Matter Acclimated Life Yeans...

“Hmm... it seems to flash whenever it has to analyze your data...”

“Yeah, except this time, it’s not even making it fry... why?”

“Well, we’ve done pretty much every test I can think of... I’m sure you were tested before, did anything strange happen during those times?”

“Uh... no, not really... well, maybe...” Bubs then recounts the story of their first testing, and at first, the machines were fine, but a little while later, the machines were reported to be fried... “I just didn’t think it was because of me...”

“You know... I once tried scanning the Soul Jam 75% Plain Vanilla has, and it almost short-circuited my machineries too...”

“I don’t know... I never really found myself being an anomaly... besides... my survival...but other than that, nothing ever comes to mind.”

Strawberry Crepe sits down, sighing in defeat, and Bubs feels horrible for them, but also confused, because what else about them could be anomalous in nature? Their mind? Their abilities? Not really...

“Well, it seems that the council is about to start... are you ready to go, Ser Bubs?”

Bubs wears their gloves and jacket, before nodding. The two leave the hangar to the council meeting room.

[sweetscenes]

 I find myself incredibly bored, and sleep isn’t cutting it so I’m gonna tell y’all some stories from my 10+ years of rping on various platforms! Buckle up everyone, let’s do this. 

 My first story comes in the form of me being involved in an ami.no rp, where I created a marvelous, detailed OC. I was really proud of this OC, and it took me several days to flesh out her character and her journey. She was a wonderful character, although I’ll never rp her again due to this incident. 

 One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is when someone plagarizes or copies people’s writing, art, whatever. So, you can imagine my surprise upon finding out that one group of friends copied the ENTIRE amino. Like, legit took our systems, rules, aesthetics, everything. Now as someone who helped build this platform, including writing up a fair amount of lore and fun abilities, I was a little steamed. 

 But NOTHING could compare to someone literally copying and pasting my OC. They literally control A control c control v my character. The same metaphors, the same expressions, the same TYPOS were on the form. They changed the face claim and the name of the OC but otherwise it was EXACTLY my form. 

 They tried to claim that it was their own OC. Which it was not. That was wild, let me tell you. I ended up just leaving the dm, blocking them, and moving on. They were banned from the amino they copied, so like, lol it worked out I guess. 

 Now let’s talk about the time I was bitched out by someone... because they liked me. 

 On this SAME amin.o, someone comes into my dms and starts talking with me. Chatting. We talk for a few weeks, and I noticed that she started modeling her aesthetics after mine, which, fine. Then she sought out the same abilties for her characters as mine. Which again, okay. 

 She’s always telling me how much she admires me, how much she looks up to me, things like that. I’m flattered, but eventually it starts getting kinda overwhelming. 

 Finally, one day, I wake up to this HUGE rant on how she admires me so much that she hates me. That she wishes she were me, because I have everything she wants. She ranted about how good I was at rp and creating characters and how she was so envious of my ability and said it wasn’t fair that I got everything. Like she went ON. 

 I think I was just like “oh sorry” before I moved on and never mentioned it again. 

 One last story from amin.o. Someone created an OC. A rather peculiar OC. This OC was... 

 A kazoo. 

 Yes, someone wanted to roleplay a sentient kazoo. 

 Forged by Hepheatus and blessed by Aphrodite, this kazoo just wanted to be played and make friends with humans. It had feelings. It had love. It was something else. 

 We, of course, approved the kazoo. 

 If that wasn’t wild enough, someone’s character had BEEF with the kazoo. Like unironically. 

 I think the thing was that the girl that the person’s character liked was hanging out with the kazoo more than him, so the OC. (without the muns) permission, threw the kazoo into the water and described it drowning. 

 People then, before the kazoo was revived, held a massive funeral for said kazoo. 

 So there’s that. 

 My final story for now relays the time I got kicked out of a roleplay because my character was causing unrest and problems. 

 But not for the reason anyone would think. 

 So I join a group of home.stuck roleplayers, we are doing a fan session. I make a human OC, and join in the rp where there are already three human characters. trolls have not be cast yet, which was fine, they wouldn’t be relevant for a while. 

 Anyways, I guess I made my character too likable because all of the muns of the human characters decided to have them all crushing on MY OC. My lesbian OC. It was the Wednesday love triangle before it even happened. Or i guess square? Since it was two dude ocs and one girl oc in addition to my oc. 

 Yep, this actually happened. 

 So people in OOC would get into fights about MY CHARACTER and how I should be shipping with THEIR OC. My character caused ship wars. 

 Eventually, the admin decided to KICK ME OUT, rather than telling the other three to get it together. Like “if you all can’t share none of you can have it” I guess? 

 I’ve never joined another fan.session. 

 I hoped you enjoyed a small taste of the wildness I’ve experienced, and let me know if you want me to share more stories including the time an online friends tried to isolate me from my irl life, someone who thought I was a kin from the same source their kin was, the time I had to deal with a server wide crisis because the other admins decided to play a nasty april fools prank while I wasn’t online, or the time I became a relationship counselor for two people in their mid 20s. I was 16. And many more! 

 Until next time folks. 

[itsjaywalkers]

UMMMM NOTHING HAPPENS???

Dude. This, you’ve done something with this.

Like the first part REGGIES ADORABLE, and they’re obvs already soulmates, and it’s setting the Sirius dynamic. Like especially with James and Sirius, I think it’s a fun way to explore their friendship, and James’ inability to say no.

THEN THE NEXT PART! JAMES MY LOVE YOU.ARE.JELOUS!!!!!! Like my guy. The “baby”, James please have a conscious thought. The beef between Pandora and Sirius is so real <3. But it’s interesting to see like another sibling haver perspective on Sirius and Reg cause James is just James. Like it’s speaks a lot about everyone’s dynamic I think how everyone interacts with the twins (Love them but the way, your Evan is <333)

THEN THE LAST PART. HOLY SHIT. Like i thought they were about to have a cute moment (which i guess they did) but then BAM “what about your girlfriend?”. It was like a record scratch in my brain. I’m very excited to get Regs’ side of the story, and James is my bbg i’ll always defend him even if he sucks, if James said it was a platonic make out session, it was a platonic make out session. (I’m kidding he’s being a dick) BUT THE “You’re my best friend” while they were literally sucking face. Babe. Please. AND WHEN HE CALLED OUT WOLFSTAR, you have literally no room to talk. Like at all. But like, him being like “Em. Babe. ur overreacting” While reg was literally cuddled up in him. LIKE WHAT JAMES? THATS INSANE!

But like based of what you’ve posted IDK, but it’s different than what I expected?? (in a good way). Like the characterization is so compelling in this! I’m very excited for this and am very patiently waiting for the next part, in the meantime i’ll be re reading and finding even more insane bits i missed i’m sure.

(sorry for rambling, but thank you lots for writing <3)

NEVER APOLOGISE FOR RAMBLING and this ask made my day, i couldn't answer until now bc i've been shopping all morning/afternoon but !!! i read it as soon as i woke up and it made me <3 so very happy <333

ELEVEN YEAR-OLD REGGIE IS SOOOO CUTE i need to put him in my mouth and . chew . he's so very dear to me i swear <333 i also love his dynamic with sirius and all the banter between james and sirius was so fun to write. their friendship sort of . deteriorates . in a way . bc of regulus and both sirius and james' inability to share, so i'm glad i got to write them like this before that, like proper best friends!!!

HE'S SO FUCKING JEALOUS IT'S ACTUALLY CONCERNING the 'baby' was playing soooo dirty and so manipulative of him. and i'm so glad u enjoy sirius and pandora's rivalry bc it's one of my fav things in nothing happens hehe. and yessss james has a very . close-minded view of siblings, in a way, since he's an only child and he's never gonna understand what goes down in those kinds of bonds. so getting to see the twins and how they behave and interact with others helps with james' lacking perspective imo!! also nothing happens evan is my baby, i'm so happy u like him <333

THE LAST PART IS THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR I THINK so intense so hot so dramatic <3 the mention of james' gf IS supposed to hit, bc despite the fic being from his pov, he never thinks about her until reg mentions her, which is . wild . if u stop to think about it . idk if we'll ever get reg's side of the story bc nothing happens works better bc it's james-centric but !! who knows !! i'd love to write his pov of some moments for sure (and share more content of the twins too). also i'm so surprised to see how much ppl are loving nh james??? he's gonna get worse, so idk how long this will last but i'm quite pleased so far bc i adoreeee him. HE'S SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT DURING THAT WHOLE CONVO telling his literal gf she's overreacting when he has reg seated on his lap, telling reg he's his best friend after having his tongue down his throat . he's insane . especially bc he believes every single word coming out of his mouth

oh i'm so glad ur liking it despite the story not being what u expected (so relieved it's in a good way tho). the characterizations in nothing happens are what make the fic super compelling to me too so <3 taking this as a huge compliment <3 i'm gonna go back to writing oby + a pandalily pwp now so idk when the next part will be ready but !! since nothing happens is what i always write on the side bc it comes quite easy to me, it could be done sooner than it seems. we'll see!!

thank you so much for reading and for sending such a lovely ask, it means the whole world MWAH <333

[thortwenty151]

Here, I’ll start.

that whole stoic warrior-Viking-king thing is not exactly something he’s good at, yeah? Like very rarely can you not really tell what Thor is thinking - and when you can’t it’s usually because he’s dissociating

Speaking of which,

I can pick out instances in every single movie where Thor dissociates for a fairly extended period of time, to the point of tuning out anything going on around him (he’s able to pull himself back in - sorry idk what the term might be, that’s what I use for my own dissociative eps - when he’s significantly prompted to, but it takes a bit)

Thor was never taught how to fail. Like. Ever. In not only tales of asgard but also multiple comics it’s not just implied but outright stated that Thor’s sparring sessions etc are meant to end in his victory each time. He’s allowed to win every time, because Odin doesn’t want him to be seen as weak in any capacity. It is staggering that Thor has no idea how to experience defeat healthily.

For someone who was awwwwfullllly judgey about Valkyrie’s drinking, he sure doesn’t seem to have any trouble doing it himself. Though maybe that’s one of those “I see myself in this and so I’m rejecting it entirely because it doesn’t Work with my image of myself” things… - this is something to come back to, I need to think about it a little more in the context of the film - is it a hindsight for the audience thing or is it something you (aka me) could read into those scenes subtextually. Okay, putting a pin in that.

His relationship with Valkyrie in general is pretty fascinating. He’s definitely into women who could and would peg him. She’s like, I want nothing to do with you or your messed up family and Thor does the big blue puppy eyes and clumsily grows on her and all of a sudden she’s like I’ve Known Thor For Five Minutes and If Anything Happened to Him I Would Kill All of You and Then Myself

This is true of basically everyone who meets him tbf

Which makes it even more frustrating that there’s no really decent answer to the whole not checking on him for five years thing

Which is why I want to write this fic - because Thor outright rejecting any attempts to help makes, idk, SORT of sense, but then he’s thrilled to see Bruce and Rocket so idk

Tony and Bruce hung out during the Blip like was there a time one of them was like, hey we should invite Thor down here, it’s probably cold in Norway this time of year and yeah he’s good at layering but still, and the other one was like, ehhhh he’s kind of been a huge bummer ever since that Thanos thing

Anyways the point is I want them to have tried to help, and I want Thor to try doing that stoic warrior-Viking-king thing and fail miserably because he’s bad at it but he can’t show any more weakness, he already feels weak and vulnerable and alone and he’s sure as hell not going to talk to anybody about it until he absolutely has no other choice

Everything is fine! I’m having so much fun just hanging out! I have no path! I have no family! I have no purpose! Nothing matters so I’m just enjoying myself! Oh, nah, I’m good not leaving my house, or brushing my hair, or doing laundry, or taking a shower, or being sober, or wearing shoes. I might never do any of those things again! Haha! We’re having a great time!

Like come on bro

But then that makes it really hard to talk to him because he’s totally shut down, absolutely broken into pieces, and now he’s just kind of in the dirt playing with the pieces and pretending it’s okay they’re all broken

But it can’t last

He can’t pretend forever

Something has to give eventually

Currently listening to tool and trying to write a “5 times people tried to help Thor and 1 time he actually admitted he needed it” fic and failing like a thunder god aiming for the chest.

Who wants to have overly serious meta discussions about Thor’s mental health and substance abuse so I can plow through this idea? Thx.

[amalia-writes]

could you write a Jeremiah fic? Angsty but fluff at the end?

Finally Yours (Jeremiah Fisher x Reader)

Summary: You are talking to another boy and Jeremiah realizes his feelings for you. You go to a party and things go downhill and feelings are hurt.

Warnings: Swearing, Underage drinking, arguments/yelling, make out session, implied fight, grammar errors.

Here you go! Also I might not post for the next couple of weeks because I’ll be going on vacation! Thank you so much for reading my Conrad x reader one shot!

Jeremiah had no idea what happened, how it happened. How he had started to look at you in a new light, like you were the prettiest girl in the world. He didn’t even know why he started to like you. But he realized he was more aware of how you smiled, or when you’d touch him. He was more aware of all of you.

He knew you had a crush on him, everyone knew you had a crush on him. In fact his mom encouraged him to ask you out on a date but he refused. At the time he didn’t like you like that and he didn’t want to hurt you. He knew you had liked him forever, since you met him back in 3rd grade. But he refused to make any move on you because he didn’t want to lead you on.

But Jeremiah realized he should have. Because there you were, in the pool kissing a guy. Kissing a guy that wasn’t Jeremiah. Jeremiah was watching you and that guy, Ryan or Will. He never remembered and he never cared to remember. He felt an uncomfortable feeling when he looked at the two of you. He was so insanely jealous. But he refused to tell you how he felt, especially after all the people he had been with in front of you. He didn’t want to take away your happiness.

Jeremiah couldn’t look at the two of you being that affectionate in the pool anymore. He had to admit he was watching the two of you for about 10 minutes and those 10 minutes were the most horrible minutes of his life. He wanted to look away but for some reason he was just stuck.

“Oh hey Jere! Do you want to play Mario Kart with me? I’ll definitely beat your ass this time.” Steven said, walking into the kitchen.

Jeremiah cleared his head of his thoughts and ran a hand through his hair. He turned to look at Steven who was staring at him, probably waiting for an answer.

“Maybe later tonight, I think I’m gonna take a nap. I have a major hangover from last nights party.” Jeremiah responded, making up an excuse.

He didn’t even drink last night, in fact he barely even partied because he was too focused on you flirting with that guy. He hated feeling like this. He hated seeing you with a guy.

“Oh no worries man. It’s for the best anyways, I didn’t want to embarrass you.” Steven snickered.

Jeremiah smiled at him mockingly. Before swatting him in the head, causing Steven to mumble a ‘ouch’. Jeremiah laughed at Steven rubbing his head mumbling curses at him. He decided to walk up to his room and lay down for a little bit.

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You were currently in the pool with a guy named Will. You had met will at the country club and you guys got along almost immediately. You had met will a few weeks ago and since then the two of you had been hanging out almost every day. You both had liked each other romantically and had been slowly getting familiar with each other. But Will hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. You were a little confused but you didn’t make it a big deal and you were kind of relieved because you weren’t sure you wanted to be in a relationship.

“Y/n are you listening?” Wills voice brought you back to you surroundings.

“Sorry, I zoned out for a minute.” You laughed blushing a little from embarrassment.

Will laughed too and moved closer to you, if that was even possible. He was already so close that your noses were touching. His hand moved to touch your lips and you heard him take a breath in. You noticed him staring at your lips and you couldn’t help but stare at his too. He was a good kisser and he was always so gentle and polite with you. Will moved his head so his lips were just an inch away from yours. This time you were the one who took a breath in.

He was about to kiss you but paused. “Can I kiss you right now?” He asked, his voice barley above a whisper.

You melted, he was so sweet and so kind. You nodded and moved to connect his lips with yours. It was sweet and simple but it was nice. You didn’t have much kissing experience, in fact your first kiss was from Jeremiah who wanted to do the chapstick challenge with you. You only kissed him once because you chickened out after the first kiss.

Will picked you up causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He had one hand on you waist and the other was on your face. You moved your hands to his neck and tried kissing him deeper, which made Will moan into your mouth. You smiled at that and moved to have one hand run a hand through his hair.

“Oh my god, you guys are literally making out in the middle of the fucking pool! Get a room!” Belly yelled.

You quickly shoved Will away and turned to look at Belly. Belly was standing in her swimsuit next to Conrad who wouldn’t look you in the eye. Which was understandable considering they both just caught you making out with Will.

“Sorry Bells.” You mumbled.

Belly smiled at you finding the situation funny and turned to whisper something in Conrad’s ear. You tried to listen but only heard Jeremiah’s name. Conrad must have found what she said funny because he was laughing too. You tilted your head looking at the two of them but they were too busy laughing so you shrugged it off.

“I actually should go now. Are you gonna go to the party at Shayla’s tonight?” Will turned to you.

“Probably not, I have to do a few things tonight.” You answered.

You weren’t a big party person and tonight you definitely did not want to party. You had a book and a nice cup of hot chocolate waiting for you. Will nodded at you and came over to you to give you a kiss on the cheek before he hopped out of the pool. You also got out of the pool and walk over to the chair where your towel sat.

Belly and Conrad must have been waiting for you before going inside because they were talking with each other while you were drying yourself off. After you had finished drying off you put your towel in the laundry bin outside and walked over to Belly and Conrad.

“Are you guys gonna go to the party tonight?” You asked.

The three of you guys started walking into the house.

Belly answered, “Yeah we are, Steven and Jeremiah are coming along too. You should come it’d be fun.”

You guys had made it into the living room where Steven was playing Mario Kart and all sat down to watch him while he played.

“I don’t know, I mean I already told Will I wasn’t going to go.”

Steven turned to look at you, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Who cares! You can surprise him, plus the both of us can get ready together, it’ll be so much fun!” Belly said. You sighed thinking about it

“Okay, maybe I will go.”

Belly jumped out of her seat and moved over to hug you. You let out a laugh and hugged her back. You looked at the other two boys who had also laughed at Belly’s actions.

“Don’t make me regret this Conklin. You know how much I hate parties.” You warned her still hugging her.

“You won’t regret it. You’ll have such a fun time!” Belly murmured in your shoulder.

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You were currently getting ready with Belly, you had decided to go to the party because pretty much everyone was going and Belly really wanted you to come along.

Belly was already dressed and was just finishing up her make up, but you had started with make up first, which you were already done with. You were decided on wearing a short red dress that had lace or if you wanted to wear shorts and a white crop top that had flower designs.

“Belly what should I wear?” You asked her pointing to the two outfits. Belly looked at the both of them and then looked back at you.

“Definitely the dress, red looks so good on you!” Belly decided.

You nodded at her and moved to put the dress on. As you were putting the dress on Belly looked at you through the mirror.

“Can i help you, or do you just want to look at this sexy body.” You smirked at her and then let out a laugh.

She smiled and laughed at your joke before looking at you again.

“Can I ask you something?” You nodded at her still changing.

“Do you still have feelings for Jere? I mean now that you’re dating Will.”

“We aren’t dating, he hasn’t even asked me out yet. And I don’t know what to feel about Jere, I mean I’ve liked him forever but I know those feelings will never be reciprocated so I just don’t think it’s worth it.” You mumbled.

“Don’t say that, Jere has a way of surprising people you know.”

You looked at her confused as to why she would say that and right as you were about to say something there was a knock on the door.

“Girls hurry up! Jere already left 30 minutes ago and Conrad’s getting impatient.” Steven yelled through the door.

The two of you looked at each other and giggled. “Okay, we’ll be down in just a second!” The both of you yelled.

You both hurriedly finished putting on your make up and outfits before walking out the door.

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Jeremiah was at the party getting drunk. He was taking shot after shot. He realized that it probably wasn’t the best thing to but he continued to do it anyways. He wanted one night without you in his head.

He had left earlier than the rest of the group because it gave him a head start and he also wouldn’t be in the same car as you.

He was starting to feel the affect of the alcohol, stumbling around and slurring his speech. Jeremiah was currently playing cup pong with a few people he didn’t know. He had his arm lazily around a girl who he assumed liked him and his other arm was attempting to throw the ping pong ball in the cup.

Jeremiah turned his head and saw you and the others walking over to where he was. And to him you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. His eyes traveled up your body and you were wearing the sexiest red dress he had ever seen. It had hugged your body in all the perfect places and it stood a little above your thighs, it was perfect. You were perfect. You noticed him looking at you and you gave him a smile and you were to wave but then saw the girl he was with and turned away.

“S’kcute.” Jeremiah mumbled into the girls ear.

He had attempted to say ‘so cute’ but it came out all jumbled. The girl blushed and smiled at Jeremiah, assuming it was said about her but really, it was about you.

“Should we get out of here?” She responded, a small blue on her cheek.

Jeremiah had thought about it for a second. He wanted to say no but he hadn’t been with anyone in weeks and this was the perfect opportunity for him. Too drunk to say anything Jeremiah just nodded his head. The girl took his hand and lead him away from where they were playing cup pong.

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You had walked into the party and immediately tried to find Will. After looking around for about 2 minutes you couldn’t find him, but you did find Jeremiah. You saw him and gave him a smile and that’s when you noticed the girl that he was with. He looked so comfortable around her and she was gorgeous. You decided to look away from the two and focus on the party around you. But from the glimpse of your eye you had noticed that Jeremiah was walking with the girl up the stairs.

You turned to Belly and Conrad. Steven had already left to go find Shayla.

“I’m gonna go find Will!” You yelled because the music was a bit too loud.

The two of them nodded and you started to walk away. You decided to check upstairs first because it was quieter up there. You made your way up the stairs and noticed that there were only a few rooms. You checked the first room but it was just a bathroom. Then you checked the other room and noticed it was a bedroom. It was dark in the bedroom and hard for you two see but you could make out 2 silhouettes on the bed, and to you it looked like they were kissing.

You had become flustered after realizing what was going on and stood there in shock for a second. Right as you were about to leave the two people turned.

“Yo dude there’s this thing called knocking!” The guy yelled.

You perked up at the sound of his voice. His voice was familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place where you knew him from. And then it dawned on you. That was Will, no wonder his voice sounded so familiar. Your heart beat a little quicker and your palms became a little sweatier.

“Will?” Your voice quivered. You prayed to god that it wasn’t him. He was so sweet, so nice, there’s no way he’d do that to you.

“Y/n?” The voice responded.

Your heart dropped.

You couldn’t breathe. Everything hurt. You weren’t even dating but he had been one of the first guys to like you, to actually like you. You felt tears forming in your eyes and couldn’t help but let out a small sob.

Realizing you were still in the bedroom with Will and the girl, you ran out.

“Y/n! Please, please wait!” Will yelled as you were running away.

He grabbed you before you were able to get too far.

“Y/n please.”

You pulled away from him, slapping him on the cheek.

“Don’t, I hate you and I cannot talk to you right now.” You yelled anger in your voice.

You walked away as Will stood there not following you.

You were sobbing now, aware of the people staring as you shoved pass them. But you were too hurt to care. You wanted to find Jeremiah. Jeremiah was the one who’d cheer you up all the time.

You were still crying but it wasn’t as intense as before and you were still looking for Jeremiah. You made your way outside, people still looking your way. You ignored the whispers and the looks and walk over to the sitting area outside. You had searched for Jeremiah in the sea of people, before realizing he was right in front of you. Three feet away from you.

And somehow, some fucking how. Your night had become ten times worse. There he was, kissing a girl, his hand on her thigh, hers in his hair. The tears came back, stronger than before. How did this hurt more than Will kissing that girl?

You knew the answer, but you refused to admit it. You hadn’t realized but you were sobbing, loudly. Jeremiah broke the kiss with the girl. His head moving to the side where you stood crying. You noticed his eyes widened and he stood up ignoring the girl completely.

Now everyone was watching you. How could they not? You were crying in front of everyone but all you could focus on was Jeremiah. The Jeremiah who you had always had feelings for. You knew it wasn’t out of character for him to kiss someone. In fact it was so normal for him to go off with people all the time. But for some reason, it stung so much more in this moment.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jeremiah softly spoke. Stepping closer to you. He was completely sober now.

You stepped back. Him asking you that made you cry hard. But you didn’t want to be near him, to look at him, or for him to see you cry. You were embarrassed but the tears wouldn’t stop. You closed your eyes in frustration, trying to find your voice.

“N-nothing is wrong.” Your voice cracked, of course it did.

Jeremiah’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes full of concern for the girl crying in front of him. “Don’t lie to me.”

You scoffed, you were more angry than upset now. The weight of the things that have happened in the span of 10 minutes all coming down on you.

“I’m not lying, I’m just gonna go home. Sorry for interrupting your fuck session.” You spat.

You turned around walking off. People whispering about your little outburst. You didn’t look at them, you were too ashamed, too embarrassed. You made your way out to the front yard, realizing that you had to find Belly, Conrad, and Steven. Because they were your ride home.

You yelled in frustration, throwing a rock into the green lawn in front of you. How had everything gone to shit in one night? You swore the world was against you.

“Y/n?” You heard a voice behind you. And you immediately knew whose voice it was. You didn’t turn around. You didn’t want to turn around.

“What do you want Jeremiah?” You whispered, voice shaky.

“Are you okay?” You heard his foot steps move closer from behind you.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I already told you I’m fine.”

Jeremiah scoffed. “No you’re not, and I already told you not to lie to me.”

You turned eyes narrowing at him. “Well maybe I just don’t want to talk to you right now!”

His eyes widened in shock and you immediately felt bad.

“Seriously, what’s up with you? Why are you acting like this? You’re acting like a-” Jeremiah snapped his mouth shut before finishing his sentence. Eyes widened again.

Your stomach twisted. You knew what he was about to say. You knew that were acting like one, but you never thought he’d say that to you. You glared at him.

“Like a what Jeremiah? Why don’t you just finish that sentence?“ you spoke bitterly, your voice still shaky. “We both knew what you were about to say! If that’s what you think about me, say it!”

“Stop yelling at me!” His eyes softened, “I-I didn’t mean it.”

He stepped closer, causing you to step back. You were so upset at him. You were so upset at everything. You were hurting so bad right now, but you didn’t know how to not turn it into anger.

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Y/n talk to me.” He whispered.

You had contemplated and were about to say something, but you looked at the front door and saw Jeremiah’s fuck buddy leaning against the door. She was looking at you and when she had noticed you looking at her she walked down, next to Jeremiah.

“Jere, let’s continue what we started, she obviously wants to be left alone.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her whole front side pressed against his backside. You glared at them and felt your stomach twist again. You focused on Jeremiah, and he hadn’t even pushed her away.

“Yes Jeremiah, why don’t you go fuck her right now? I’m fine alone.” Jealousy built up in you.

You looked him in the eye and your heart broke. He was upset. You wanted to apologize, but your pride was too strong. Jeremiah pushed the girl off of him and walked away from the two of you.

“Hey! What the hell was that for!” The girl yelled at him throwing her arms in the air.

You were frozen, you had been horrible to Jeremiah. You were so angry at Will and Jeremiah and you had taken it out on him. You didn’t even have the right to be angry over Jeremiah. He had never liked you, your feelings were never reciprocated.

You felt the tears come back again. You were sure Jeremiah could never forgive you. You fell to the ground, torn and upset.

Belly and Conrad came outside. Belly had immediately sat down with you and hugged you, allowing you to cry in her shoulder while she whispered things to you. Conrad had gone back inside to get the keys from Steven. Tonight was a horrible night. The conclusion that you came to was that you were a terrible person. You never acted this way. Especially not towards Jeremiah, you never even had a serious fight with him.

Conrad eventually came out of the house with the keys. He had to pick you up and take you to the car because you were that sad.

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Light streamed through your open window. Your eyes had opened up and you had immediately closed them. Your head was pounding and your eyes were probably red and swollen. You turned to your side and checked the time to see that it was 12:00 pm. You closed your eyes and sighed. You didn’t want to leave your room. You were sure everyone would be incredibly concerned for you and you didn’t want to face them, face him.

You heard a knock on the door and a second later it opened. You glanced at who it was and it was Laurel. She had a glass of water and a pill in hand. She had given you a soft smile and walked into your room, sitting on your bed.

“Hey sweetie, take this.” She handed you the pill and water.

You sat up and quickly swallowed the pill and had some water. Laurels hand came over your face to move a strand of hair out of your face.

“How are you doing? I heard you had a rough night.”

You didn’t answer her verbally, and instead gave her a shrug looking away from her. In your peripheral vision you saw her frown. You were so scared for the consequences of your actions. You had fucked up.

“Jeremiah told us what happened, do you want to talk about it?” She murmured.

You wanted to cry but tears wouldn’t come out. You were sure it was because you used up all the tears you had last night and the fact you were probably dehydrated. Laurel gave you a hug and a tight squeeze with it.

“I messed up, Jere is never going to forgive me.” You whispered.

Laurel pulled away from your hug and frowned, rubbing your shoulders. “No sweetie, you were hurt, we all make mistakes. Belly told us what caused you to act that way. They’re all worried for you. Even Jeremiah.”

“I was so mean to him, I-I treated him like shit. I was jealous and angry and- and I was so so hurt.” Your voice cracked and Laurel gave you another hug.

“He’s going to forgive you. You’re y/n and he’s Jeremiah. He has a soft spot for you.”

You shook your head, even though tears weren’t coming out your body wracked with sobs. You hated this feeling. Hated how you treated your best friend like shit.

Laurel pet your hair in a soothing manner. Humming to you until you calmed down. You were so thankful for her.

“How about you come down for lunch hm?” Laurel spoke grabbing both of your shoulders.

“I’d rather stay up here and mope.”

Laurel let out a small laugh and you along with her. She understood and didn’t push you or anything. She gave you a kiss on the head before standing up and walking to the door. She opened the door but didn’t walk out of it.

“It’s going to be okay y/n, I’ll save you some extra food in case you decide to come down.” Laurel smiled softly before walking out.

You had felt better, but you wanted to delay talking to Jeremiah for as long as possible. You knew you’d talk to him sometime today but you didn’t want to right at this moment. You needed time for yourself, to think and regret your actions.

You laid in bed, staring at your ceiling for about fifteen minutes before another knock came from your door. You sat up ninety percent sure that it was Belly or Conrad. You pat your hair down and made sure you looked halfway decent.

“Come in!” You yelled.

The door opened slowly and you saw who it was. You sat up a little straighter and became nervous almost instantly.

Jeremiah walked in, looking down at the floor. He closed the door behind him, took a deep breathe, and made the decision to look at you. You noticed he had eye bags and a little cut and bruise on his face. He looked nervous, almost as nervous as you.

“Hi.” He said, still staring at you.

“Hi.” You responded giving him a small smile.

He didn’t smile back but he seemed a little relieved. He made his way to the chair next to your bed. You didn’t know what to say and from the look on his face neither did he.

“Jere, I-I’m so so sorry. The way I acted towards you last night was not okay in the slightest.” You breathed out.

Jeremiah stared at you for a minute, probably processing your words.

“Y/n I forgive you, but why? Why did you act so hostile towards me, what did I do?” Jeremiah whispered, he sounded upset.

“It’s nothing you did, it was Will and then when I saw you with that girl, I don’t know I guess I was just jealous or something and took it all out on you.” You rambled.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you said. You had noticed that Jeremiah’s head perked up.

“Jealous, why would you be jealous?” He questioned leaning forward a bit.

“You know why.” You mumbled avoiding eye contact.

“Y/n, do you,” he paused. “do you still like me?”

You looked at him again, flustered and embarrassed. Jeremiah tilted his head to the side waiting for your answer.

“That’s not the point of this conversation. I’m really sorry Jeremiah. I should have taken my feelings towards Will out on you, it was childish and stupid.” You changed the subject.

Jeremiah stared at you frowning. You didn’t want to look at him. His gaze was so intense and you had no intention of confessing your feelings out loud to him.

“What if I told you, that I was jealous too.”

Your heart dropped and your stomach had butterflies. You turned to look at him, wanting to make sure he was real, this conversation was real.

“Whenever you were with Will, I was so jealous and I hated seeing you with him. I was only with that girl to stop thinking about you. So please, please say it for me.” Jeremiah had gotten up and was standing a foot away from you.

Your heart was beating so quickly. Jeremiah has feelings for you. The Jeremiah who you’ve been pinning for, for years. Jeremiah now sat on your bed. He was waiting for your response.

“You make me crazy Jeremiah. Everything you do and everything about you makes me crazy. When it comes to you logic goes out the window. And it’s because I love you, I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” You told him, playing with your hands.

Jeremiah’s eyes lit up and gave you a big smile. You let out a small laugh because he was so cute. Jeremiah moved closer to you so now he was sitting next to you on the bed. You turned to look at him both of you smiling big. His hand moved to cup your cheek rubbing it with his thumb.

“I love you.”

You started to tear up, overwhelmed by the fact that your feelings were reciprocated. Jeremiah loved you, you y/n l/n. Jeremiah leaned his head against yours. He looked at your lips and back at your eyes, almost asking for approval to kiss you. You nodded and he didn’t have a chance to react because you had already moved to kiss him. And it was everything you had wanted and more. It was soft and it was sweet.

Jeremiah pulled away and moved to kiss your cheeks.“I love you, I love you, I love you.” was all he was saying to you as he kissed your head, your nose, and your mouth.

You pulled away from him and the both of you laid down. You leaned your head on his chest and he had wrapped his arm around your waist. You craned your neck to look at him.

“How did you get that cut and bruise?” You asked pointing to it.

He blushed and looked a way from you.

“I beat up will.”

You gasped. “You’re lying!”

He shook his head no. You flung your arms around him.

“Thank you for that. Even though I don’t promote violence, I appreciate it.” You mumbled into his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you on the head.

“I’ll do anything for you.”

You smiled in his neck and hummed in delight.

“We should go down so you can eat. You haven’t eaten since before the party.” He stated.

“I want to stay like this for a few minutes.” You muttered.

He laughed but didn’t make a move to get up. You were happy with the way things turned out. You were happy that Jeremiah was finally yours and you his.

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Rosè x Fem! Reader - The Girl Next Door (Requested!)

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Hope you all are doing well! 💞

Masterlist

TW: IMPLIED FEM! READER, heartache and implied breakup, reader is kind of a jerkwad, angst with a happy ending :)

Love is rough. Rosè knows this; she’s seen the strongest relationships crumble right in front of her eyes. It’s hard to get close to someone, to let them into your heart, when you realize that they’ll just break your heart again and again.

Tears stream down her face as she tosses her phone to the other side of the couch.

We’re done this time… I know I said that last time, but I can’t keep letting them hurt me over and over again.

One phone call was enough to shatter Rose’s delicate heart into a million pieces. Ready for a wonderful night-in with her partner, Rosè wore her finest pajamas with the award-winning smile that everyone seemed to adore.

Well, almost everyone.

A knock on her door causes Rosè to stand up.

“I’ll be there in a moment!”

She quickly wipes the tears from her face as she rushes to answer the door.

As the door opens, the familiar sight of you in a leather jacket with that stupid beanie that covers your head. Rosè manages to give you a warm smile despite the mascara stains on her face.

Ah, it’s just Y/N. I don’t know whether to be relieved or concerned.

You sigh before holding out a bag of food. Rose’s smile fades as she realizes the reason for your appearance at her front door.

“There was a delivery man who kept knocking on your door. He kept knocking and waiting for you to answer, and since he was interrupting my jam session with his constant noise, I decided to just grab the food and pay him extra to leave us both alone. Here’s your food, and don’t bother paying me back. I don’t really need the money anyways.” You shrug before waiting for Rosè to grab the food from you.

Rosè found you to be… odd. You were on the quiet side, and you didn’t tend to leave your house much except to get the mail or to pick up food. You weren’t exactly the friendly type, which was something that Rosè quickly found out when she moved next door to you.

~

Rosè excitedly knocked on the door with a basket of baked goods in her hands. This was her first time meeting her neighbors since she moved in, and the prospect of making new friends thrilled her.

As the door opened, a weird mixture of Old Spice, stale pizza, and newly printed books hit her nose. You entered her view after the door is nearly opened all of the way.

“Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want.”

Rosè softly chuckled. “No, no, I’m not a saleswoman. I was trying to-”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those weird religious people. How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t want to be in your cult!”

“Please just listen to me!” Rosè yelled before shyly backing off. “I moved in next door, and I brought a gift with me.”

You cautiously inspected the basket in her hands before gently grabbing it from her.

“Oh… thanks. I don’t really get around to baking these days.”

You then closed the door in Rosè’s face before she could get another word in.

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“Rosè? Are you even listening to me?” You wave a hand in front of her face as Rosè focuses back on the present. “Listen, I can see you’re having a rough day, and in order to not invade your privacy or make things worse, I’ll just drop off this food and head back home.”

You shove the food into her arms, and you turn around to exit her home.

“Please stay.” Rosè softly mumbles.

God, I sound so desperate, but I need to talk to someone about what’s been happening. I haven’t felt truly heard or seen in such a long time.

You turn back around to face Rosè.

“What?”

Rosè shivers slightly as you make direct eye contact with her.

“Can you stay? I know we’re not close but-”

“I can stay for a little bit. I guess my music can go without me for a little while longer.” You joke.

Rosè stays silent before stepping out of your way.

“No laughs? Wow, it must’ve been a really bad day.” You say as Rosè blankly stares at you.

You take the food from her hands before heading to her kitchen. As you hum to yourself while grabbing plates, Rosè feels her heart skip a beat.

You weren’t as cold and unfeeling as you made yourself seem. The girl who sneered at others whenever they tried to make small talk was not the same girl who offered to accompany Rosè on the worst night of her life.

“Are you coming, or am I going to have to eat all of this food myself?” You tease while holding a sandwich in your hand.

Rosè laughs before giving you a genuine smile.

“I’ll be right there!”

For the first time, you crack a small smile at Rosè’s sudden enthusiasm.

Perhaps I misjudged you after all, Y/N.

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Hey , i love what you write can you do one where mason lost his engagement ring and you thought he was cheating on you

Thank you ❤️

Hey! Thank you so much for your sweet words, they really mean so much!!! <3 anyway, here's what I wrote down for your request! I hope you'll like it!!! <3

The ring I promised you 'forever' with.

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: What happens when Mason loses his engagement ring? What will he tell you? And what will you think about it, once you see he's not wearing his ring?

Warnings: none.

Mason proposed to you on your last birthday, thinking that there couldn’t be a better birthday present than the promise of 'forever' with the one you love. Everything was so perfect, from the simple diamond ring to the intimate atmosphere, only your closer friends and families were there. Not to mention him, the love of your life, the only man you could actually see yourself sharing a life with.

The both of you were so ecstatic at the idea of ‘forever’ that four months later you were already married to each other. Life with him was so good, even before the wedding, when you two were already living together. And now you were so glad that you had such a caring and loving husband. You felt so safe with him by your side. Even during the times where life with him wasn’t easy, his job requiring a lot of his time and energy, you always found a way to make things work, always making time for each other to talk about the things that were bothering the both of you.

As you were making dinner for the two of you, you heard the door open, telling you that Mason was back from his afternoon training session.

“Baby I’m home!...” he told you while he put his duffel bag on the floor near the door, “Shit…uhm babe I-I need to go back to the training centre, I left something there! I’ll be back soon!” he said as he was already out of your house.

“Okay?” you whispered to yourself, frowning. What could be so important to drive all the way back to the sports centre? You really couldn’t understand Mason’s behavior.

He came back an hour and a half later to a cold dinner and an upset wife. He found you on the sofa, a worried expression on your face since he didn’t pick up his phone when you called him to know how long it would take him to get back.

“Hey what happened?” he crouched down in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs.

“Why didn’t you pick up your phone Mase?? I was worried sick…” you told him, looking down to take his hands in yours, “Wait where’s your ring?”

“Oh it’s in my bag, I’ll put it on later… Now let’s eat, I’m starving!” he nervously told you, a panicked expression on his features.

He stood up from his previous position, not even giving you the time to properly greet him with a kiss.

Something just wasn’t adding up to you, it has been a few days since he started being a little distant with you. You didn’t think too much about it, it was a stressful moment for him and you didn’t want to put another weigh on his shoulders to carry, he had more than enough already.

But right now you were starting to get worried. ‘Could he be cheating on me?’ you thought, shaking your head as soon as this thought ran through your mind. You didn’t even want to think about it, as you abruptly stood up from the sofa and made your way to the kitchen.

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The day after you woke up in an empty bed, sighing to yourself.

What you didn’t know was that Mason woke up in a haste, wanting to make his way to the training centre as soon as he could. He lost his wedding ring and he didn’t even know how it was possible! He was sure he left it in his locker in the changing rooms as he always did. But as he looked in it, just as he did the night before too, there was no trace of his golden ring.

“Fuck!” he slammed the locker shut, “where the hell did I put it??” he asked himself as he put his hands in his hair.

He looked in his duffel bag once again, but nothing. He was clearly getting annoyed with himself now, how could he lose his ring, the ring you gave him on your wedding day?

As the others were starting to make their way in the changing rooms, Mason decided that after training he would ask to the boys if any of them saw it. Now it was time for training, he had to stay focused.

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Another day went by and still no sign of a ring on Mason’s hand. You were so worried and anxious you wanted to cry. The thought of him cheating on you was taking up more space in your head each day it passed without that ring on his hand. And without a word from him. He was always too busy to even talk to you, always so preoccupied with training and always spending time with the boys at the training centre.

This situation was making you go crazy. You didn’t know what was going on, and Mason didn’t really seem keen on giving you some kind of explanation.

But Mason didn’t really know what to tell you, how are you supposed to tell your wife that you lost your engagement ring? It was such a big deal to him, he was actually afraid to tell you about it.

As he sat on the bench in front of his locker, thinking about a way to tell you, someone opened the door of the changing rooms, making Mason’s head shot up.

“Hey what are you still doing here brother??” Ben asked his friend, limping his way to seat near him.

“Hey… it’s so nice to see you here, what did you came here for?” Mason asked him, his voice sounding nervous even to Ben’s ears.

“I’m here to talk with Tuchel, he told me he wanted to see me when I was here the other day. What’s that face for??” he asked his friend, keeping a smile from appearing on his face, sensing where the conversation was headed, “What happened?”

“I-I lost my ring Chilly… man I really don’t know how to tell Y/N about this!” Mason was too preoccupied to notice Ben keeping his laughter in, “It’s been four months since our wedding and I’m a such shitty husband already! You should have seen her face when she saw I didn’t have the ring on…she looked so disappointed and sad…” he was clearly on the verge of tears.

It was then that Ben took something out from his jeans pocket, taking Mason’s hand in his and putting the thing in his hand. When Mason opened his hand he saw his ring, and he stood up in the blink of an eye. He immediately put his ring on his ring finger, feeling complete once again.

“I found it on the floor the other day, while you guys were training” Ben started explaining, “I took it and I thought I could prank you with it, making you sweat a little before giving it back to you… But I didn’t know you were actually so worried about it, I’m sorry…” he scratched the back of his neck.

“Of course I was worried about it, it’s my wedding ring you dumbass!” he raised his hands in the air, “I really wanna punch you right now!” he told Ben almost smiling, relieved he found his ring.

“Please don’t!” he laughed, “I already have my knee to worry about, don’t make things worse!”

“I’m not gonna touch you, but only because we need you back as soon as possible!” Mason wrapped one of his arms around his friend’s shoulder, breathing a laugh through his nose.

“C’mon let’s get out of here…” Ben hugged him back, as they were making their way out.

-

“Hey love I’m back!” you heard Mason say from downstairs. You were laying in your shared bed, under the covers, crying your eyes out. You were going to ask Mason if he really was cheating on you, you couldn’t live with this doubt in your head as it was devastating you. And you had to do it even if you weren’t sure if you’d like to know the answer.

Once Mason made his way into your bedroom and found you wrapped up in the duvet he got worried.

“Hey, are you okay baby? Are you feeling sick??” he lied down next to you, caressing your head with his hand. His touch made a sob escape your mouth, you were now unable to keep your tears at bay.

“Hey why are you crying?? Baby what’s wrong??” he sounded panicked, his voice was so pained upon hearing your cry.

You came out of your cocoon, turning your body towards Mason, wiping your face with the palm of your hands.

“A-are you cheating on me?” you asked him abruptly. You voice was hoarse from crying, your eyes bloodshot. Mason’s heart broke upon seeing you like this.

“What?? What are you talking about baby??” he took your face in his big hands, searching for your eyes.

“It’s a simple question Mason. Are you cheating on me?” you asked him once again, clearly getting frustrated at the situation.

“Y/N/N no, I’m not cheating on you! I would never do that!” he looked so broken, so sad, “I love you so much babygirl, how could I ever cheat on you?”

“Why aren’t you wearing your ring then? Is it still in your bag??” you asked him as you clearly didn’t believe his words from the other day. Your nerves had you crying again, as you felt the tension in your body.

“No, it’s where is supposed to be baby, look.” he told you as he showed you his hand, “do you wanna hear why I wasn’t wearing it now?”

You stopped crying when you saw the ring on his ring finger, becoming interested in what he had to tell you. You wiped your tear stained face once again and looked at him, nodding your head.

“C’mere…” he took you in his arms, making you rest your head on his chest, “do you remember when the other day I told you I forgot something at the training centre?”

“Mh mh…” you hummed with your face in his neck, breathing in his scent that was already making you feel calmer.

“Well it was my ring…” he sheepishly admitted.

“What??” you didn’t know if you should be laughing or be angry at what you were hearing.

“Wait, wait let me explain!” he cut you off, he wanted to tell you exactly how things went, “I thought I had put it in my locker, but I was wrong. I was in a hurry and I put the ring in my bag instead. It fell from the pocket and I didn’t notice. Then Chilly being Chilly, found it and decided that it was a good idea to keep the ring to himself to prank me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me??” you asked him once you heard the whole story, “and by the way, what was Ben doing at the centre??” you laughed, thinking back at the prank he pulled on Mason.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you, I didn’t want you to think that I’m a shitty husband… it was such a big deal for me not being able to find it and all…” he confessed.

“I will never think you’re a shitty husband Mase, maybe a cheating one… but shitty? Never.” it was your turn to take his face in your hands. You wanted him to hear your words loud and clear.

“Why’d you think I was cheating?...” he softly asked you then.

“I don’t know really… you seemed so distant, so distracted. You barely talked to me in the last few days. And you weren’t wearing your ring… I went mental, I’m sorry for that…”

Mason hummed in response, kissing your lips tenderly, tasting the salt of your tears still on them.

“…please, the next time this happens talk to me… please.” you begged him.

“I will,” he kissed you on your forehead this time, “but I really hope it doesn’t happen again, I don’t wanna lose the ring I promised you ‘forever’ with ever again.”

[rafescoke]

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you! 

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world. 

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life. 

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him. 

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again. 

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view. 

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’. 

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers. 

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

���Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously. 

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut. 

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N). 

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week. 

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side. 

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