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lovings4turn · 1 month ago

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pairing: best friend!luke hughes x reader [1.6k]

becca's notes... and so the first chapter of 'the five signs that you're falling in love with your best friend!' is here ! this truly is the fic that's gotten me back into writing , and so i hope you like it just as much as i do <33

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‘A GOOD LISTENER’ is not exactly the first skill that luke would ascribe to himself if ever asked to do so. no, he’d probably produce something hockey related, thanks to all of the media training he’s received over the past year or so. a humble comment about his speed on the ice, or his ability to weave through opposing players like it’s nothing, mere child’s play.

and yet, luke always seems to hang on to your every word, absorbing each syllable and remembering even the smallest details that few others do.

not like it’s hard, he’d joked once, when you brought it up offhandedly. you never stop talking. it’s impossible not to pick things up when i’ve got a constant flow of your yapping in my ear. he’d earned a swat to the arm and a chastising tut for that comment, but it was more than worth it to see the faux pissed-off look that contorted your features for a couple of seconds.

still, for all of his joking, your comment still stands. luke does listen, he supposes. when it counts. or, really, when it’s you. he knows your favourite snack, for one, and the hundreds of fragments of gossip from your daily life that he insists you feed to him stick in his head like they’re pinned to a corkboard, red string mapping out every convoluted timeline that he manages to keep straight.

once, you’d brought up how you couldn’t stand the sound of obnoxious whistling. it was a passing comment, really, but luke’s ability to remember the mundane had come in handy when you’d accompanied luke to an outing with some other devils’ players a few weeks back.

the whole thing was nothing fancy, just a few casual drinks in a bar that was a little nicer than you were used to. the place was quiet enough that conversation could be had without shouting into one another’s ear and repeating ‘what?’ ten times over before resorting to smiling, nodding and hoping for the best.

you’re still not sure who exactly it was.

all you know is that someone on the new jersey devils has the god awful habit of whistling a tune to fill a break in conversation. you’d felt terrible at the time, recognising the way that your skin prickled with goosebumps at the ever so slightly shrill tone, because you knew that it wasn’t a conscious thing. no one was actively trying to piss you off, and so your anger felt unwarranted.

luke was all too familiar with your pet peeve, though, and noted how your finger had taken to circling the rim of your glass as you tried to block out the noise and immerse yourself into your conversation with dawson.

“knock it off, man,” luke had groaned, part in jest but tone firm enough for the culprit to know he was serious . “you’re gonna give me a headache. don’t even think you’re hitting the right tune.”

the whistler promptly stopped, and a subtle kick to your foot had confirmed what you already knew to be true. luke couldn’t have given a shit about the whistling, probably hadn’t even really noticed it, but he knew that you would be far too polite to voice that it was driving you up the wall.

he was graciously dubbed your knight in a baseball cap for three whole days after that.

funnily enough, it’s not even a conscious thing that he does. his brain just seems to process your voice more than others, like you’re a radio station he’s programmed to tune into by default. plus, it’s not his fault that you just so happen to make a good point every once in a while.

it’s approaching the warmer months, and luke can feel the way that his curls tickle the nape of his neck. the strands lay uncomfortably on his skin when they get even slightly damp, and sweat-soaked hair clinging to his skin isn’t exactly the most appealing sensation in the world.

in all honesty, luke can’t remember the last time he’d actually gotten a haircut. it has to have been a few months ago, at least, though he’s likely gone far longer without having someone take a pair of scissors to the mop of hair on his head. far more important things have been on his mind, sue him.

in a battle between his hockey career and the aesthetic status of his current hairstyle, luke knows what will top his list of priorities every single time. life is busy. he can live with overgrown curls for a few months, even if he is on the receiving end of pointed stares from you.

that’s not to say he won’t complain about it the entire time, though.

the aircon in your shitty little apartment isn’t the greatest. you know it, luke knows it, every single person who unfortunately visits your place in the summer knows it. repairs and maintenance are expensive, and as far as you’re concerned, there are way better things you can be spending your money on. really, what can air conditioning do that a couple of shitty, twenty dollar fans can’t?

a lot, luke realises, as he sits sprawled out on your sofa, limbs every which way, tortured by the way his hair feels the need to make its presence known against his warm skin. if he listened close enough, he’s sure he’d be able to hear the curls mocking him.

“i need to get my hair cut.”

there’s no question about it. it’s not like he’s asking for an opinion, or contemplating it. it’s a statement, something luke decides to speak out into the world as though merely saying the words aloud will arrange the appointment for him, chop the hair from his head themselves.

the way that you sharply turn your head away from the tv to face him catches him off guard. he would have made some snide comment about the lasting effects of whiplash if you weren’t already speaking.

luke presumes you’re going to scold him for talking, interrupting your precious showing of ‘13 going on 30’ despite the fact you’ve both watched this film together nearly twenty times over. what he doesn’t expect is to be met with a question.

“what? why?” you ask with a slight whine, something that’s likely a result of you growing tired, though you’ll never admit it. you never do.

your hand stretches out to toy with one of the longer strands of hair furling at his nape. considering the three in one you know he’s prone to using, despite your countless offers for him to please borrow your leave-in conditioner at least once, it’s surprisingly soft. the tawny strands curl around your finger like a ring custom made for your index.

luke doesn’t even question your touch. instead, he snorts in amusement.

you’re acting as though his desire to cut his hair, his hair, mind you, not yours, is a personal affront to you and everything that you stand for.

“why?” he echoes, raising a brow. “cause it’s annoying. i can feel it on my neck all the time. it’s itchy. i don’t want to be itchy when i’m trying to chill out.”

“it’s itchy,” you mock, face contorted and voice a few octaves too high to even remotely resemble that of luke’s. “christ, lukey, get a grip. barely even to your neck and you’re acting like there’s a whole fucking mane there. grow up.”

blunt honesty has always been your thing, so luke doesn’t even bat an eye at your lack of sympathy. he merely scoffs, his brows ticking upwards in a way that silently communicates ‘message received’.

“sorry, jeez. didn’t realise bitching about nothing was only okay when you do it,” he returns, voice dripping with sarcasm as he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “it’s just bothering me, that’s all i’m saying. ‘m way overdue to get it cut.”

you frown and tug lightly on his hair, payback for his teasing jab, before finally removing your hand from his scalp. luke almost whines at the loss, the sensation somewhat comforting to him.

“i like it long,” you observe casually, like luke’s heart doesn’t give a small stutter at your words. “think you suit it. don’t cut it.”

for playful emphasis, you pout out your lips, eyes softening into a look that’s part puppy dog and part sickening. luke doesn’t know how to react, forcing out a laugh.

“gross. don’t make that face at me,” he chides, reaching out to gently push your head backwards. it’s not rough, could never be. it’s as though his body can sense when you’re around, and loses it’s ability to be coarse and violent. “i’m gonna go bald just to spite you.”

“do it,” you laugh, poking at him with your toe. “i’d love to see the meltdown it’d cause all over twitter. you’d break hearts.”

the conversation spirals after that, but your words linger in luke’s mind. luke never does get around to booking that haircut. it’s definitely because the menial task keeps slipping his mind. your opinion holds no weight in the matter, no sir.

so, yeah. luke guesses he can be a good listener when he wants. and unfortunately for him, it’s the first sign he’s in too fucking deep.

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s writing #˙⋆✮ the 'five signs' series #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x y/n #lh43 x reader #lh43 x you #lh43 x y/n #lh43 fluff #lh43 fic #nhl x reader #nhl x you

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wingzie · 10 days ago

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Taking Time to Heal (Back at Home)

After nearly six months of living in a hotel, I am back home. It has not been an easy journey and I have been forwarded to a therapist for PTSD and depression. I have tried to keep my chin up, but honestly being back home has been one of the hardest parts with all of this. When 2Seok mentioned wanting to get back into work quickly and doing things, some thought that they were being forced to do it. I understood completely. When your daily routine has been twisted beyond recongition and you come back to "the unknown", you want to keep yourself focused and with something familiar. The issue is that that familiarity can also feel quite alien. You have memories but they don't feel your own anymore. They feel distant. Its like you are frozen in time, but everyone else has moved forward. I am back home but it is also not my home. Gone is the water, the damage and nearly all my belongings. Things will get better, but there is just a fear that I might wake up back in December and re-live the nightmare. I have to re-build my life and everything that I once had. But I will try to do it positviely. During all of this, I also recieved some backlash that I haven't been posting as much. With little regard to the situation that I have been in or my mental health. I was actually still working on posts during all of this, just slower than I normally would. And I do plan to hopefully pick up things when I am more settled. I just wish overall that there was more understanding and kindness for the members coming back. The focus mostly been on them than on myself. Our situations are VERY different, but to come back after such a harrowing experience is extrmelydifficult and it will take time to adjust. There is nothing wrong or shameful in that, and I hope they know that. I will keep waiting for them and send them all the love that I can. My current journey in trying to feel comfortable in my own home and skin again will take a while, but I am going to be kind to myself in the process. I cooked my own meal for the first time this week. It was my favourite: tuna pasta. And its amazing how something like that can lift your spirits. It has also spurred me on to want to try and get better at cooking! Throughout this journey though, my heart has remained the same and that will never change. I appreciate everyone so much who has reached out in support and I will always be here for the members. I honestly don't know where I have been going with this. I wanted to share my own thoughts and I guess put an end to this horrible chapter, so that I can have my own Chapter 3. Half of the year may have gone, but there's still six months to go and I am going have my life back! Much Love Becca x

#wingzie

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alloftheimaginesblog · 1 year ago

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Headcanons for Billy Butcher having feelings for you...

He doesn't want to. After Becca, he never wants to feel that way again; never wants to feel vulnerable and feel like he's at fault for the other person getting hurt.

So, he does what he always does. He drinks and tries to ignore it. Pushes those feelings to the back of his mind, stamping on them whenever they bubble up to the surface.

He's cold to you, nasty sometimes. He goes too far and ends up insulting you or making you upset. He doesn't mean it. He's scared and he's protecting not only himself but you also. He pushes you away.

MM and Frenchie see right through it though and Hughie isn't far behind in figuring it out.

They're actually encouraging him to maybe tell you.

"It might make you less of an asshole if you tell them." MM says with a roll of the eyes, "Maybe."

"Maybe love is what you need, mon amie." Frenchie agrees.

"Why don't you give it another go?" Hughie asks, the ever hopeful one, "Love's a great thing."

"Love got Becca killed." Butcher says and it's end of conversation.

He watches you when he thinks you don't notice. Secret glances from across the room.

He's protective of you but plays it off as though he thinks you'd get in the way when really he's just trying to look out for you.

One night, you've both been drinking and you've had enough. You turn and you snap, "Alright, Butcher, what the fuck is your problem?!"

"You are!" He yells back, "You're my damn problem!"

You begin to argue until it all comes to a head with Butcher screaming his confession at you, "Because if you get hurt, that's on me and I can't! I- I can't lose you..."

You're shocked to the say the least but by the time you've processed what he said, he's gone.

He disappears for a few days. No word or no contact.

All you can think about is what he said. You ask the boys about it and they confirm what Butcher had yelled at you.

"He won't admit it, the stubborn shit," MM nods, "but yeah, he's in love with you."

It drives you insane over the next few days because you don't understand. You don't understand Butcher, you don't understand how he can hate you but actually love you?!

Then one day, he swaggers in through the doors, "Daddy's home, cunts."

You try to pin him down to chat one on one but he's wise and he dodges your plans. He manages to escape every single time. He doesn't want to talk about it, that's obvious but you have to. You need to know.

Any time you manage to bring it up, he shuts down. He doesn't speak which is worse than him being mean. You hate that he shuts down.

"Butcher, for fuck's sake!" You scream, annoyed that for the fourth time that you'd tried to have this conversation he was once again mute, "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah, princess? Tell me something I don't know."

You get so mad that your empty whisky glass gets thrown to the other side of the room, "You- You're impossible! You confess that you're in love with me after all this time of me thinking you hate my guts then you disappear! You leave me for days and days and I'm confused and trying to figure out my feelings for you and when you come back and I'm ready to give things a shot, you shut down?! Well, grow a pair, Butcher! Suck it up! You're so scared of me getting hurt but you're already hurting me doing this!"

He looks crushed. It's one of those rare moments where he doesn't hide his emotions with a smirk or a crude remark. His emotions are clear on his face, he is devastated that he's ended up hurting you by trying to keep you safe.

He doesn't say anything for a minute and neither do you until he says very quietly, "I'm sorry, alright? Never meant for you to be hurt, thought I was protecting you."

"I don't want your protection, Butcher."

"Yeah?" He stands up and walks towards you, "What do you want then?"

He stops in front of you and you find all of your anger, all of your frustration disappears and you utter one word before his lips crash into yours, "You."

#the boys imagine #the boys #imagine #billy butcher #billy butcher imagine #william butcher x reader #reader insert #billy butcher x reader

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morgana-larkin · 6 months ago

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Ok so I suddenly felt the need to write a fic about Melissa being a mom and gets with her daughter's best friend. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I'm busy for most of the day tmr so I will not have time to write the last Chessy request before the end of the year.

Part 2

Mommy Dearest

Warnings: sex references

Words: 5.25k

“So what are you going to do now that you’ve graduated college?” You ask your friend.

You and your friend Becca are hanging out in her mom’s backyard as you both just graduated from college.

“Well I’ll have to find a job but it shouldn’t be too hard as they’re always looking for firefighters. My mom just loves that I’ll be one.” She says and you smile. “What about you? Have you applied to any teaching jobs or subbing?” She asks you.

“Yep a few.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

Just then you hear the front door open and close and her mom calling out her name.

“We’re in the backyard mom!” Becca yells and her mom comes over.

“Hey honey, hey Y/n.” Melissa says to you both. “Just relaxing after graduating yesterday?” She asks and you both nod. “I’m so happy for both of you! A new firefighter and a new teacher!” She says with a smile and you blush a bit.

You met Becca when you started college as you were roommates and you visited her mom’s place quite often as you were only half an hour away. Melissa and Becca are quite close after her father, Joe, left. The first time you met Melissa, you felt like you could faint right there with how attractive she is. You never knew you could be into middle aged women. You knew you were into women but never knew your type, until you started instantly crushing on your best friend’s mom 4 years ago.

“Do you guys want to stay and watch a movie tonight?” Melissa asks. “I could run out and get some snacks.” Melissa suggests.

“Oh I have a date with Will tonight but Y/n do you want to stay?” Becca asks you and your brain stops working. Staying here alone with Melissa? It takes a few seconds for your brain to process it properly and then you realise that both Becca and Melissa are looking at you.

“Uh- um sure, ya I’m free tonight.” You stutter out and Becca gives you a weird look while Melissa smiles at you.

“Great! I’ll go run to the store and get us some snacks!” Melissa exclaims and then leaves.

“Are you ok?” Becca asks you once her mom leaves.

“Ya, just never been with your mom alone before.” You tell her.

“You’ll be fine, she doesn’t bite. Unless of course you’re into that.” She says and you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Do you really think I don’t know about your crush on my mom?” She asks you and your jaw drops. You honestly thought you were subtle. “Just so you know, I don’t want to hear about you fucking my mom if that happens.” She tells you bluntly.

“Wait what? Your mom is…?” You start to ask.

“Into women? Yep, she’s bisexual.” Becca says. “I don’t think she realises that you have a crush on her.”

“Nothing will happen.” You tell her, even though you want something to happen.

“Well I’m just saying that I’ll be back here at about noon tomorrow.” Becca tells you and wiggles her eyebrows. You give her a playful shove and she gives one back to you and you both laugh.

Melissa returns about half an hour later with yours and her favourite snacks.

“Honey, are you staying for dinner or is it a dinner date?” Melissa asks Becca.

“It’s a dinner date and I’ll be back at around noon tomorrow.” Becca tells her mom before giving her a kiss on the cheek and leaving.

“I guess it’s just me and you tonight hon.” Melissa tells you with a smile before going into the kitchen to make dinner. You watch her ass sway as she walk away and you realise something, you are fucked tonight. You go inside as she starts making dinner and you join her in the kitchen to keep her company and to be close to her.

“What are you making?”

“Well I thought about making your favourite, pasta alla norma. To celebrate your graduation.” She tells you as she moves around the kitchen with ease.

“Really? Oh I would love that.” You say with a bright smile. There’s two reasons it’s your favourite dish, one because it’s actually really good and two, because you get to hear her speak Italian.

“Good, by the way, do you like Italian?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Well I think the food is really good so yes.”

“I meant the language hon.” She tells you. “You blush every time I speak it.” She adds and your cheeks turn red.

“Oh- I…um.” You try to speak but lost the ability at that moment.

“No need to be embarrassed, hon. It’s a beautiful language and you’re cute when you blush.” She says as she looks right at you and you wonder how you didn’t faint right there.

“Um, ya the language is really nice, never got to learn it though.” You tell her.

“Ya they don’t really teach it in America. I learned from my Nonna and my Ma. Maybe I can teach you some basics, if you want.” She offers and you widen your eyes.

“Oh, I-I’d like that but I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”

“If it was an inconvenience then I wouldn’t have offered.” She tells you while looking at you. She then sees your shy body position and remembers you’re stuttering while talking. “Do I make you nervous?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Why-why would you ask that?” You ask her.

“Because of your body language and the fact that you keep tripping over your words.” She says softly.

“Maybe a little nervous, I’ve never been alone with you before, Becca has always been here.” You say honestly and she smiles softly at you.

“We’ve known each other for 4 years hon, you don’t need to be nervous around me.” She tells you and you look down. “Tell you what, how about I finish making dinner and you can go pick what movie to watch?” She suggests with a smile and you look up at her and nod. “Ok, it’ll be done in about 10 minutes so how about you go look.” She tells you.

“Alright, was there a specific genre you are in the mood for?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“We’re celebrating your graduation tonight, pick whatever you want.” She tells you and you nod before going to pick something.

Melissa comes out 10 minutes later with two plates of food and sees you have a movie ready to go.

“What did you end up picking?” She asks as she hands you a plate.

“You’ll see. Becca and I love to watch this movie when we were feeling stressed.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Alright, press play when you’re ready.” She says and you immediately press play and start eating.

The movie starts playing and throughout it you keep glancing at Melissa who seems to be enjoying a teen queer movie.

“She uses a stuffed animal to get off? There’s so many other ways to do that.” She says out loud as you swallow and you start coughing. She pats and rubs your back until you stop and she looks at you with slight concern. “You ok?” She asks and you nod.

“Just went down the wrong way.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Ok, just don’t die. I’d never hear the end of it from Becca if her best friend died while hanging out with me.” She jokes and you laugh.

10 minutes into the movie is when you finish eating and you put the plate on the coffee table.

“Did you want more or are you good?” She asks you.

“I’m good.” You tell her and she nods before paying attention to the movie.

Near the end of the movie you start feeling sleepy and without thinking you rest your head on her shoulder and fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to some noises from the kitchen. You get up off the couch and make your way over. You see Melissa in the kitchen putting some snacks in a bowl and she looks up to see you.

“Hey hon, how was your nap?” She asks you.

“Uh, good. I guess I was more tired than I thought.” You say as you rub your eyes.

“Well Becca told me both of you hardly got any sleep this week so it’s not surprising.” She tells you as you yawn. “If you’re still tired then you can go sleep in Becca’s room tonight.” She offers and you look around for the time.

“What time is it?” You ask her before realising your phone is in your pocket.

“9:24.” She says after looking at the stove clock.

“I think I’ll take your offer as I don’t think I have the energy to drive back to campus.” You tell her and she smiles and nods.

“Where are you going to stay that school is done?” She asks as she hands you a bag of your favourite chips.

“I made enough money working that I can afford a small apartment.” You tell her and she nods.

“Well you’re always welcome here if you ever want some help with teaching or some Italian food.” She asks and you smile.

“Thank you.” You tell her as you take a few chips and shove them in your mouth. “I actually have a question for you.” You say and she looks at you and nods. “I was wondering if I can shadow you?” You ask her and she tilts her head. “I already did that with a couple other teachers but you’ve been teaching longer than they have.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Of course. But you’ll have to sign your name under some forms due to the cameras.” She says and you nod. “I get up at 6 in the morning and I get there around 7:15-7:30.” She tells you and you nod. “So you can stay here tomorrow night or meet me there in the morning.” She says and you think about it.

“If Becca is alright sharing her bed one more time with me then I’ll stay over.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’m sure she won’t mind. You guys have been sharing that bed like once a month for 4 years.” She says with a chuckle and you smile. “At one point I thought you two were hooking up.”

“No, Becca is straight and she’s not my type.” You say and she looks at you.

“What is your type then?” She asks you and you blush.

“You.” You mutter as you look down and she looks at you.

“What did you say?” She asks.

“Older gingers.” You say as you look back up at her.

“Well my daughter is definitely not your type then.” She says with a giggle. “Seeing as she’s a brunette and the same age as you.” She says and you nod. “Are there any older ginger women that have caught your eye?” She asks as she eats a couple chocolates.

“There’s one but I’m unsure if she likes me.” You tell her, leaving out the part that she’s right in front of you.

“Well maybe get to know her. Once she gets to know you then I’m sure she’ll like you.” She says with a smile and you blush slightly. “Well I’m gonna turn in for the night. It might be Saturday night but I don’t want to mess up my sleep schedule and be a zombie on Monday morning.” She tells you as she puts her snacks away. “You’re free to stay up and watch tv if you want.” She tells you as she leaves the kitchen.

“I’ll go to sleep too as I’m still quite tired.” You tell her and follow her upstairs.

“Alright, do you need anything? I think you already have your own toiletries here.” She says and you nod.

“Yep, I’m good. I’ll just borrow some of Becca’s clothes.” You tell her and she nods before wishing you a good night and going into her bedroom.

“Good morning.” She tells you once you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning.” You tell her groggily.

“Just woke up?” She asks you and you nod.

“How are you so chipper at 8:30 in the morning?” You ask her and she laughs.

“I’ve already had a mug of coffee.” She says and you smile. “Do you drink coffee now?” She asks and you nod. “I knew you’d cave eventually.” She says as she pours you a cup. She hands you a cup along with the sugar and cream. “I’m making some toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast.” She tells you as you make your coffee to your liking. You nod and then give her the sugar and cream back once you’re done. You take a few sips as she finishes getting breakfast ready.

“I’ve wanted to ask, is Becca short for something?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nope, although you’re not the first to ask me that.” She says. “I wanted to name her Aurora but her father wanted her to have an American name so like an idiot I settled on Becca. And now her father isn’t even around.” She says and you hum.

“Aurora is a beautiful name.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Right? But apparently it was too Italian.” She says with a chuckle.

“It’s Italian?” You ask her and she nods.

“All the good names are.” She says with a wink. “Mine’s Italian.” She tells you as she finishes the eggs.

“What does Melissa mean?” You ask her and take a sip.

“Honey bee.” She simply says. “And my mom calls me honey, no doubt because of my name.”

“You call Becca honey.”

“I guess because my mom calls me that so I just took it.” She tells you as she puts the eggs on the plates and reaches for the toast.

“You know considering you’re a single mom, you did an amazing job at raising her.” You suddenly say and she looks at you.

“Well thank you hon, it means a lot.” She says with a smile. “And here’s your food.” She says and hands you the plate and you both head over to the dinner table. “So, got any plans today?” She asks you and you nod.

“Once Becca gets here then I’m gonna drive us to our dorm room and start packing up. We want to move out before the first so they don’t charge us for an extra month.” You tell her. “Plus I move into my new apartment on the first.” You add and she smiles.

“And where’s your new place?” She asks.

“About 5 minutes from here.” You tell her as you take a bite of toast and then tell her the address.

“Oh I know where that is.” She says and then you both continue eating.

You and Melissa hang out until Becca gets back and then you both head to your dorm room.

“So you were alone with my mom for 18 hours and nothing happened?” She says and you nod. You start packing a box as she does the same.

“Well I slept for 10 of those hours but yes nothing happened.” You tell her.

“Dude, you have got to get some game and confidence. Honestly I’d prefer it if it wasn’t my mom but you haven’t slept with anyone.” She tells you. “Oh my god if you two got married then you’d be my mother in law.” She says and you snort.

“Marriage? Bec she doesn’t even know I like her.” You say and she looks at you.

“Then tell her you coward.” She says and you look at her.

“Coward?” You say and gasp.

“Yes! You’ve liked her for 4 years already. If that hasn’t changed yet then you’re not gonna stop liking her.” She says and you sigh.

“By the way I’m sleeping with you in your bed tonight.” You tell her.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to shadow your mom tomorrow.” You say and she rolls her eyes.

“Of course you are.” She says and you snort.

“Believe it or not but I want to shadow her because she’s a good teacher and not because of my feelings.”

“Why not shadow my aunt Barb then?” She says and you sigh.

“Ok it’s also because of my feelings, but your mom is a good teacher.”

“I know she is.” Becca says and you tape up the box.

*A few hours later*

“I’ll help you figure something out, you’ll be fine.” Becca tells you as you get back to her house.

“Oh my god Y/n, what happened?” Melissa asks as you’re crying.

“She got a call from her landlord saying that her apartment flooded badly and they have to redo the entire place. They said it’s gonna take 3-4 months to do.” Becca tells her mom. “They gave her the money back and we already gave up our dorm room.” She adds on.

“I have nowhere to go.” You sob out and Melissa brings you in for a hug and lets you cry into her chest.

“Hon, you don’t have nowhere to go. You can stay here with us.” Melissa says softly and you sniffle and pull back.

“What?” You ask her, not sure if you heard her correctly.

“You can stay here with us until you find another place.” She says and gives you a smile.

“Would any of your guys know of a place within her budget?” Becca asks her mom.

“I can definitely ask around.” Melissa says then looks at you. “We have a carpeted basement, we can get you a futon to use for now and you can stay here.” She tells you and you sniffle again.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods.

“Of course.” Melissa says. “How about for now, I heat up the leftovers from last night, then I’ll make us all some hot chocolate and we can watch booksmart again or something else.” Melissa offers and you nod before sniffing again.

“You watched booksmart last night?” Becca asks and you nod. “Awesome, love that movie.” She says and then she perks her head up. “Oh we can watch the L word, maybe seeing some tits might cheer you up.” She says and you chuckle as she hands you some tissues.

“Definitely worth a try.” Melissa says and they both look at you.

“Ok.” You say and they smile before Melissa heads to the kitchen and Becca gets the first episode of the L word ready.

During the L word, Becca gets a text from her boyfriend and you glance at her phone and she catches you.

“No eavesdropping.” She says and shoves you away, causing you to bump into Melissa.

“Hey.” You tell her casually and she giggles.

“Hey hon, got shoved by my daughter I see.” She says and you nod. “Feel any better?” She asks and you nod again.

“A lot better, thank you.” You tell her and she wraps an arm around you and gives you a kiss on your head. Becca sees the interaction and sneaks a picture and smiles.

The next day you get up bright and early and your alarm also wakes Becca up who hits you with a pillow until you turn it off.

“Ok ok, it’s off.” You tell her and then she goes back to sleep while you get up. You head into the bathroom with a change of clothes you brought from the dorm and get ready.

By the time you get downstairs, Melissa is finishing getting two mugs of coffee ready for you both and has breakfast ready.

“Eat up.” She says as she sees the time. “We’re leaving in 10 minutes.” She tells you and you nod.

You both head out after eating and she drives the both of you to Abbott. You sign in and sign the forms for the cameras before Melissa brings you to the break room.

“Y/n?” Barb says as soon as she sees you. “How lovely to see you again.” She says and you say hi back to her.

“Who’s this?” Janine asks and everyone looks at you.

“This is Y/n, she’s my daughter’s best friend.” Melissa says. “She’s gonna be shadowing me for the day so all of youse be nice.” She warns them and then brings you to the table she shares with Barb.

“How was graduation, dear?” Barb asks you and you smile.

“It was good, unfortunately my parents couldn’t get time off work to come and see me but Melissa was there and cheered for me, very loudly.” You say and Melissa shrugs.

“I also took lots of pictures.” Melissa says and shows them to Barb. The rest of the Abbott crew came over to look at the pictures too.

“You and Becca look very happy.” Barb says and everyone else agrees.

“So Y/n, you’re a fellow teacher now?” Janine asks and you nod. “Maybe you can swing by my classroom and we could-”

“She ain’t shadowing you squidward.” Melissa cuts her off and Janine immediately stops. “Come with me Y/n and I’ll show you my classroom.” Melissa tells you with a smile and you both head to her classroom.

“Well she’s very protective of her.” Janine says and crosses her arms.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say Mel has a crush.” Jacob says and then all 3 of them look at Barb for confirmation. Barb just has a smile on her face and takes a sip of her coffee.

“Janine can be a bit much when you first meet her but she grows on you.” Melissa tells you as she bends forward to unlock her classroom with the key around her neck. You end up checking out her ass as she does that and then follow her in her classroom. You look at her classroom and you smile.

“This is my classroom.” She tells you.

“I like it, it feels very welcoming.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I try to make it that way.” She tells you and then she gives you a tour of the classroom until the students start arriving.

You watch her greet all her students with a warm smile and some of them give her a high five or a hug. They all look at you as they walk in and they all take a seat as the bell rings.

“Alright my little eagles.” She says and you laugh quietly at that from the back of the classroom. You know her love of the Philly eagles but never thought she would incorporate it in her work, although it also doesn’t surprise you. “As you probably noticed we have someone with us today and they all turn to look at you and you wave at them. “She’s just studying how I teach as she’s a teacher as well.” She tells them in a way they’ll understand. You get your notebook and pencil ready as she starts teaching and you start taking notes.

By lunchtime you have about 4 pages filled with notes about how she teaches and she brings you to the break room. The two of you start talking and eating and then you get a text from Becca.

“Is my daughter finally awake?” Melissa asks, knowing Becca likes to sleep in.

“She’s been awake for a couple hours actually.” You tell her and she laughs.

“I guess being on her own turned her into a morning person.” Melissa says. You laugh at that and then you look at the text.

Becca: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩?

You giggle at her text before sending a quick no and then give your attention to Melissa.

“What did she tell you?” Melissa asks.

“Just an inside joke.” You tell her and she nods.

She then brings you to the couch and gets the yearly plan and her weekly plans for the class out and shows them to you. She goes over how she plans in detail and the rest of the Abbott crew just looks at Melissa and you together. You take notes about what she explains to you while also eating. You got quite good at doing homework while eating in college. You ask her questions once in a while and she answers all of them.

“Hey mom.” You hear and everyone turns to look and you see Becca there.

“What are you doing here, honey?” Melissa says and Becca slumps into the chair beside the couch.

“Will and I are having a disagreement and I usually rant to Y/n about how he’s wrong but she’s here.” Becca explains and Melissa gives you an amused look.

“I’ll get a coffee for both of us while you get the whole story.” Melissa tells you as she grabs your mug. She messes Becca’s hair up as she passes by and Becca gives her a look of disapproval.

“MOM!” She yells and Melissa just laughs. “I spent 10 minutes doing my hair.” She says.

“To impress who? You and Will aren’t talking right now.” Melissa counters and goes to the coffee machine.

“Your daughter is cute.” Janine says to Melissa.

“Ya she is.” Gregory agrees and Melissa gives him a glare. “I’m not going to hit on her, I’m with Janine and happy with her.” He defends himself with.

“Luckily she looks more like me than her good for nothing father.” She says and gets the coffees ready.

“I can’t believe we’ve known each other for 5 years and we’re just seeing your daughter now.” Jacob tells her.

“She’s been going to college for the past 4 years and was only visiting me like once a month.” Melissa tells them.

“Is that where she met Y/n?” Janine asks and Melissa nods.

“I was helping Becca bring stuff to her dorm and that’s where we first met her.” Melissa says as she watches you listen to Becca rant about Will.

“BECCA!” You yell and cover your ears. “I didn’t need to know those details.” You tell her and Melissa smiles.

“You’re such a prude.” Becca says and stands up.

“Just because I didn’t sleep with 20 people doesn’t make me a prude.” You say and Melissa coughs on her sip of coffee.

“Sorry, what was that?” Melissa asks and both you and Becca turn to her before Becca turns to look at you.

“You said you would never tell my mom.” Becca complains and you smirk.

“You give me details about your sex life and I spill secrets to your mom.” You tell her and Becca crosses her arms and huffs.

“Please tell me more things I don’t know ‘bout my daughter.” Melissa says as she walks to you both. You give Becca a look, daring her to say more about her sex life. Becca sighs before she gives up.

“Fine, I won’t say anything else, just don’t tell my mom anything else.” Becca tells you and you smile at your win.

“Well I for one would love to know what went on in college.” Melissa says as she comes to sit beside you.

“You don’t want to know.” You tell her and Becca nods her head.

“I guess as long as you’re not pregnant or had a child.” Melissa says and looks at Becca.

“You would know as Y/n and I came to see you once a month, mom.” Becca tells her.

“Tell that to all the pregnancy tests I’ve had to get you in the past 4 years.” You slip out and Melissa looks at you then Becca in shock.

“So all those safe sex talks just slipped out of your mind?” Melissa says and nobody sees Mr. Johnson eating popcorn in the corner.

“Well Y/n once made out with 10 girls in one night when she got plastered.” Becca says and you roll your eyes.

“She’s your mom Becca, not mine.” You say with a chuckle.

“You wish you could call her mommy.” Becca accidentally slips out and you widen your eyes. Everyone in the break room is dead silent and their jaws dropped and you all then hear crunching as Mr. Johnson is still eating popcorn. You then give Becca a death glare and she starts to back up. “Great to see you mom but I gotta go before Y/n kills me.” She says and runs out and you chase her.

Everyone turns to look at Melissa who’s still in shock. Does that mean you like her?

That thought runs through her head and then Barb sees the time and tells everyone to leave to go get their class. Melissa gets to her classroom with her class and sees you leaning against the wall, pouting with your arms crossed.

“We can talk later.” She whispers to you and you sigh.

The day goes faster than you liked and before you know it, the kids are packing up and getting ready to go. Melissa drives you both back home and you both see that Becca isn’t here, either making up with Will, avoiding you or both.

“So want to tell me what Becca meant?” Melissa tells you and you look at her.

“Not really.” You tell her and she walks up to you.

“Will you anyway?” She asks of you and you sigh. You end up looking at your hands and stay quiet. “Y/n.” She says and grabs your chin and gets you to look at her. “Do you like me?” She asks and you look at her with fear in your eyes. You then nod slightly and Melissa smiles. You close your eyes before she smiles because you fear her reaction and then you suddenly feel her lips on yours. You open her eyes as soon as she pulls away and you look at her in shock. “I like you as well.” She says and your brain just logs off right there. “If you’re not going to say anything then you may as well just kiss me.” She tells you and you grab her head and kiss her.

Melissa kisses you back roughly and gets you to walk backwards until you hit the wall. She puts one hand on the wall for balance and the other hand is on your waist to keep you close to her. You end up moaning into the kiss and Melissa trails down to your neck and starts sucking. You put your hands in her hair as you move your neck to the side to give her more access.

“OH MY GOD!” You hear and Melissa pulls back and you both see Becca there with her jaw dropped and eyes wide open. Melissa keeps one hand on the wall and lets out a deep breath.

“Of course my daughter causes this but also interrupts.” Melissa says and you giggle.

“Ok the causing it was an accident as Y/n was spilling my secrets, interrupting it was a traumatising accident.” Becca says and Melissa laughs.

“Does knowing your mother have a sex life traumatising you?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“Not just that but you’re doing it with my best friend.” Becca complains and you smirk.

“Well your mommy is really hot.” You tease her and Becca immediately leaves and you both hear the car pull away quickly.

“I’m really hot huh?” Melissa says and you nod. “Well aren’t you sweet.” She says and kisses you.

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juice-ortiz-soa · 3 months ago

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What once was

Female reader x Jax Teller

Smut/ some explicit language

This was my first project in a very, very long time (like years😂). Please be kind🩷

“Oh come on y/n! You have to come with me, it’ll be lots of fun. I promise!” Your best friend Becca said. For the last week she had been trying to convince you to go to a party with her. At first you thought it might be fun, blow off a little steam from your recent breakup. But then she told you whose party she was talking about. “Absolutely not. I haven’t seen him in a month. No call, no text, no nothing. I don’t think I can handle seeing him.” You sighed, opening the fridge to grab a beer. “I know, I know. But maybe what he needs is to see you to realize his fuck up.” Becca replied standing up to grab the beer from your hands. She set it on the counter next to you. “I can straighten your hair and you know the way you did your makeup always drove him wild. You told me a hundred times yourself! Get all dressed up and make him realize what he’s missing out on.” She smirked at you, “You know word on the street is he won’t fuck any one after you. Whatever you were doing to him, it must’ve been close to heaven” You looked at her, flashbacks flooding back of those long nights with Jax. “I guess I could use a night out. Even if I do see him.”

After an hour of makeup, hair and picking out an outfit you were ready. “ I don’t know about this, Becca. I’m nervous to see him.” You said, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Oh please, one look at your ass in those tight jeans and he’ll come crawling back.” She countered, winking at you. “I need a beer before we go, to calm the nerves.” You said, standing up straight, walking toward the kitchen. “Yeah, but take it to go. I got a man of my own waiting for me there!” Becca yelled to you. You grabbed another beer out of the fridge, popping the tab and taking a nice big swig. “Who the hell are you seeing? Someone from the club or just a friend of theirs?” You questioned, walking back to the bathroom. She smirked at you, “You’ll never guess who. I ran into Jax’s friend, Opie, at that fundraiser Gemma through. We got to talking and well, one thing lead to another. I was scared to tell you because he’s so close to Jax and didn’t want to hurt you.” You leaned against the door frame, “ I wouldn’t be hurt by that. I’m happy for you. Opie is a really great guy.” “ I think so too. We’ve been hanging out for a couple weeks now. He seems to really like me.” She said, fixing her hair in the mirror. “Well come on then. Let’s get you to your man.” You smiled at her, turning towards the front door.

You took a deep breath as the car pulled into the lot, already filled with bikes. “Here.” Becca said handing you a joint she pulled from her purse. “In case you need a break or something.” “Thanks,” you smiled, grabbing it from her. “I just hope he’s okay with me showing up.” “Look I wasn’t going to tell you this because I swore I wasn’t but I think you need to hear it. Jax asked me to bring you here tonight. He wants to talk to you. I think he really misses you y/n. He hasn’t been himself. I don’t know what truly happened between you guys, but I don’t think breaking up was the answer. I think he knows that too.” Becca confessed. “W-what?” You say, looking at her. “Just trust me, okay? Everything will be okay. I promise.” She said smiling at you. Becca opened the door and turned to look at you. “Let’s go have some fun!” You take one more deep breath, processing what she just said. You opened the door and joined her.

The walk up to the door of the clubhouse felt like the longest walk of your life. Becca opened the door and the familiar smell hit you. Cigarettes mixed with weed and booze. Rock music played loudly throughout the whole club. “Come one, let’s go to the bar and get a drink.” Becca said grabbing your hand to lead you through the crowd. “Well I’ll be, if it isn’t y/n.” A familiar voice said you as you got to the bar. You turned to face her. “Hi Gemma.” You smiled sheepishly. “You’re a look for sore eyes. How ya doing sweetie?” Gemma asked. “I’ve been okay. Becca brought me to have some fun” you replied. “Good. You deserve some after what my son has put you through. He never did have any sense when it came to women. I’m glad you’re back around.” Gemma said, leaning to give you a hug. “Oh, uh, I don’t think I’m ’back around’. Just for tonight.” You say. Gemma grabbed her drink off the bar and looked at you, “You haven’t seen him yet have you?” You shook your head no. “Well before you decide to leave tonight, maybe just go catch up with him.” “I don’t know Gemma, I don’t think I’m really what he wants anymore.” You say turning towards the bar. “You think about it y/n. Now I’ve got some business to attend too. Find me if you need anything sweetheart.” Gemma said, turning to walk towards her husband. You turned back to Becca, “Let’s order our drinks.” “Will you order mine? I’ve gotta pee.” Becca asked. “Yeah but don’t leave me for too long, I’m nervous as is.” You replied. “Yeah yeah. You’ll be fine.” Becca said, walking away.

You ordered two beers and leaned up against the bar, waiting for them. You feel someone come up behind you. A scent you’re all to familiar with fills your nose and you freeze. “Y/n.” He says, voice hoarse, like he had been smoking too much. You turn, taking him in. Blue eyes, long blonde hair, the white shirt he wears beneath his kutte, tattoos, all of it. He looks just as handsome as you remember. “Hi Jax” you breathe out. “How, uh, how have you been?” He asks with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Something you’re not used to. He usually spoke with a sort of cockiness or confidence to you. “I’ve been… okay” you reply, with it sinking in that Jax is really in front of you. Close enough to touch, but you don’t dare. “You mind if we go outside for a little bit?” Jax asks with longing in his eyes. “Um, yeah I guess we can.” You say, looking down at the floor. Being this close to him has brought up feelings, feelings you thought you had pushed out just enough not to be affected by them. But you don’t want Jax to realize you’ve been missing him ever since that night he left. Jax nods and turns towards the door. You follow behind him, thoughts of what Becca and Gemma said to you not long ago.

The cold air hits your body. Goose bumps pepper your skin. Or maybe it was because of the fact you and Jax were alone for the first time in a month. He sits down at the table and you slide into the seat in front of him. He looks at you, his eyes glimmering from the telephone pole lights. You stare into his eyes. Thoughts of that night pour into your head. Confusion, hurt, anger, everything comes back up. You pull the joint Becca gave you out of your purse. “Got a light?” You ask. Jax silently pulls his lighter of his pocket, flicking it. You lean over the table and light the joint. You take a drag, looking over at all the bikes. “Thanks.” You say blowing out the smoke. “Y/n,” Jax finally speaks, “I owe you an apol-“ You cut him off “Don’t Jax. What happened, happened. You don’t owe me anything. You didn’t feel the same, it’s okay.” “That’s not true. I- I don’t know. I made a mistake. I fucked up.” Jax admitted. Words you’ve craved to hear for so long, but can’t quite believe them. “How can you say you made a mistake but didn’t even try to text, or call, or hell I don’t know, show back up?” You say, your voice cracking at the end. Tears come, but you won’t let him see you cry over him. “I wanted to, believe me, I wanted to like hell. But I didn’t think you’d want me too. I figured you hated me.” Jax said, reaching across the table taking the joint from you, fingertips grazing your hand. The slight touch made you shiver. You looked into his eyes, watching him take a hit. “I never hated you Jax.” You whispered. Just as Jax opened his mouth to speak, Becca walked out of the door. Opie following behind her. “Y/n, you okay to find a ride home? I’m gonna take off with Ope.” She said to you, smirking. “Yeah, I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Jax says, looking at you. “Thanks, man.” Opie says, slapping Jax’s shoulder. The couple walk off and the two of you are left alone again. “She seems happy around him.” You say looking back over to Jax. He nods, putting out the joint in the ash tray. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He says, standing up. You stand up, following him to his bike. Jax silently hands you his helmet as he throws his leg over the bike. Putting on the helmet, you are suddenly nervous again. Getting on the bike you wrap your arms around his waist. The closeness making your heart skip a beat. He turns the engine on, and off you go.

The vibration of the bike courses through you. Had this been a month ago, he’d be taking home to take what was his. Gripping your thighs at every red light, kissing on your neck as you unlocked the door to the house. But this is now, and you no longer belonged to him. You felt your heart ache realizing that. You are no longer his. You blink away the tears swelling up.

He pulls into your driveway, cutting the engine. You step off the bike, taking off the helmet and handing it to him. You didn’t want him to leave yet. That much you knew. “Wanna come inside for a beer?” You asked, praying he would say yes. Jax looks at your front door with a look on his face you can’t quite read. “Yeah, I’d think that’d be nice.” He says, putting down the kickstand. You walk up to the house and unlock the door. You look at him before heading in. The both of you make your way to the kitchen, like you’d done a hundred times before. You open the fridge, taking out two beers, sliding one across the table. “So how did Becca convince you to come tonight?” Jax questions, opening his. “I don’t really know if I’m being honest. I wasn’t going to.” You reply. “I’m glad you did though. It’s nice seeing you again.” Jax says looking up at you. Your breath hitches a bit, you take a swig of your beer. “Look y/n, earlier when I said I fucked up, I meant it. I haven’t been the same since. It’s like I can’t focus.” Jax confesses. You look down unsure of what to say. Jax puts his beer down and walks around the table, stopping in front of you. “Y/n, please look at me.” Jax pleads. You look up and catch sadness in his eyes. “Jax I- I don’t know what you want me to say. I’ve missed you? Is that what you want to hear? Okay, I’ve missed you like hell. I love you? I still feel the same.” You say, not holding back the tears anymore. Jax reaches up to your cheek, wiping the tears with his thumb before fully resting his hand on your cheek. The other hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so sorry baby.” He whispers. You look deep into his eyes, sensing the genuineness behind his words. Jax leans down, lips brushing against yours, breathing the same air before finally crashing into a kiss.

It’s a desperate, longing, passionate kiss. He stops to look at you, partly still scared you didn’t mean those words you had just said. Full of confusion, lust, and desperateness, you grab the back of his head pulling him for another kiss. The kisses become sloppy and full of hunger. He lifts you onto the counter, hand pulling at your hair and the other roaming around your body. The spark that had laid dormant for so long had come back into a full fledged fire. Heat spreading across your body. “Take me to the bedroom Jax.” You say breathless. Without a word he carried you to the room you had once shared. He lays you down on the edge of the bed. He stands up straight, and takes off his kutte. Followed by his white t-shirt. He kneels down, unbuttoning your jeans. He slides them off, taking his time. Kissing the top your thighs, a familiar throb rushes down to your pussy. He stands up again, taking off his own jeans. Leaving him in only his boxers, but it’s not enough to hide his now very erect cock. He stands you up, taking off your shirt. You stand there in the black lacy bra and panty set he had always loved. You didn’t think he’d actually see you in it tonight, but thankful now you had put it on anyways. Pure lust had taken over his eyes now, a hunger. “On the bed.” He demands. You follow as instructed, getting on the bed laying down with your legs parted just enough. He crawls on the bed after you, parting your legs enough for him to settle between. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby.” He growls in your ear before, slamming another kiss onto you, hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. The throws it to the side before moving his mouth down. You arch your back as his tongue swirls around your harden nipple and let a moan slip. He grins at the sound he had missed for so long. His hand finds its way down your now soaking panties. “You’re so wet from just a little kissing?” He teases in that cocky tone you had grown so fond of. He rubs the fabric in a painfully slow manner before you decide enough is enough. “Take ‘em off Jax” you beg. “There you go baby, tell me want you want. Use those words.” He says, grinning up at you. He hooks his fingers on the side of your panties, ripping them off. “Let me look at you baby.” He says spreading your knees. Your wetness glistening from the light coming from the bathroom. “Mmm, so wet for me huh?” He says moving to kiss the inside of your thighs. Your breathing becomes deeper the closer he gets. He stops right before he gets to where you need him the most. “You sure you want this?” He questions. “Please, more than anything in the world.” You moan back. With that, he dives into your cunt.

His tongue moves against your clit making you shutter with nothing but pleasure. He laps you up, taking in the taste of you. You feel his stubble on your thighs, his fingers going in and out of you, him sucking your clit. It becomes to much, you can feel your climax building. Your moans become louder, and he reaches up to grab your hand. “That’s its baby. Cum for daddy, I wanna taste it again.” With the simple command, you let yourself come undone. Jax making sure he licks up every last drop of you. Without anytime to recover from what just happened, he takes off his boxers and settles between you again. “I’ve missed you so much, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, pushing into you. The feeling of being stretched around him and the weight of him on top of you is almost enough to come undone again. He starts out slow, thrusting in and out of you, teasing you at times with just the tip until he slides it fully back in. “J-Jax” you moan out, nails digging into his back desperately, like you might loose him after this. “I’m right here baby, I ain’t leaving you again. I promise.” He says, grabbing your hand again, moving it above your head. He speeds up his pace, not having you in so long is making him close. “I love you Jax.” You breathe out, making him quicken his pace even more. “I’m so close” you moan out, walls tightening around Jax’s cock. “Cum for me baby, I wanna feel it.” You let yourself come undone again, Jax leans down and kisses you through it. Jax can feel himself coming undone too, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He spills his seed inside of you, “I love you so fucking much y/n.” He whispers as he collapsed on top of you.

The two of you just lay there, his dick still buried in you. You softly rub his back, slowly coming down off your high. “I meant it y/n. I’m not leaving you again. I was an idiot. I can’t live without you.” Jax says planting a kiss on your cheek. He slides himself out of you and rolls to your side. His arm snaking around your waist, pulling you closer. For some reason a bit of sadness creeps into you, remembering the night he left. “Why’d you leave?” You whispered. Jax inhales deeply, “I didn’t want to drag you into all of this shit. This way of living. I loved you so much, I didn’t want to hurt you.” “But you did hurt me Jax. The night you left me. It hurt so fucking bad.” You said. “I know baby. I’m sorry. I regretted it the moment those words left my mouth. But I couldn’t take it back. And then Becca started coming around more for Ope, and every time I saw her, I thought of you. She would talk about you all the time, and I realized just how stupid of a decision I had made. I would get drunk all the time and mom started worrying. She came to me one night and told me what she thought and that’s when I laid it all out to her. She told me that it wasn’t up to me to choose your life. And if you had chosen me, that was your choice. She told me to talk to Becca. I waited a week and then asked her to bring you here one night. She told me that you weren’t dealing with it the best and I felt like shit.” Jax finished. You laid there for a minute soaking it all in. “I’m glad she convinced me to go tonight.” You finally said. “If you hadn’t I was going to show up here tonight anyhow. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve missed you so much.” Jax said, moving your face to look at him. “This will never happen again y/n. I swear.” “Promise?” You asked. “I promise baby.” Jax whispered, moving to kiss you.

The two of you lay there, holding onto one another. Silently thanking God for allowing each other to come together again. Jax fell asleep, tucked up beside you. You laid there awake thinking things over. Not sure how to take anything. Only knowing that you loved him. And making a mental note to call Becca the next day to thank her for dragging you to that party.

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mggssocks · 2 months ago

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The Eighth

In Figure Eight, love loops back around… but so does betrayal.

A Rafe Cameron series.

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Content Warnings: Some suggestive dialogue and dirty moments but nothing you need to keep your brightness down for.

Summary: Reader attends Rafe Cameron's party (the one held in season 3) and he's intrigued by his dad's long term friend's daughter.

A/N : I already have a part two draft prepared incase any of you want it, just let me know!

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You’ve lived your whole life wrapped in the privilege of the Kook world-midsummer galas, yacht parties, and an endless stream of “daddy’s money.” Second only to the Camerons in power on Figure Eight, your family was practically royalty. Your dad was best friends with Ward Cameron, and your mom has some kind of social alliance with Rose. Even so, you never really crossed paths with the Cameron kids. According to your mom-who heard it from Rose-Rafe was “off,” the kind of kid she wouldn’t let her own near. You never gave it much thought. You had your own circle, and aside from the occasional Kook event, you managed to steer clear of the Cameron drama.

Lately, though, you’ve been even more careful-ever since Ward’s shocking murder confession that lead to his death. And don’t even get started on Rafe and his goons, Kelce and Topper. You’ve had more than your share of unfortunate run-ins with that trio.

“It’s fine. We’ll just party, and you can lose Topper and the rest in the maze that is Tannyhill,” says Becca, your best friend, as the two of you head up the long driveway toward the mansion.

“It’s not even just them,” you mutter, dragging your feet up the steps. “This just… isn’t how I want to spend my Saturday night.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’d rather be curled up watching some romcom. You seriously need to get out of your mansion more,” Becca teases, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward.

You step into the party, Becca leading the way as she weaves through a crowd of sweaty, swaying bodies-most of them drunk, high, or both. The music is loud, the air thick. You barely have time to process it all before you’re dragged into the kitchen.

Becca wastes no time, grabbing two plastic cups and pouring something that smells like it could strip paint. She thrusts one into your face.

“Drink. You’ll loosen up,” she grins.

You shake your head, lips curling in mild disgust. “I don’t need loosening up. I need a bathroom.” You take the cup anyway and place it on the counter.

“Y/N,” she groans, before shrugging and downing the drink herself.

“I’m gonna find a bathroom. Stay here-or text me if you wander off.”

You turn to leave-and immediately run into Topper, who you assume was headed toward the kitchen for a refill. His grin spreads instantly.

“Oh! If it isn’t Y/N,” he says with a laugh, crossing his arms and blocking your path.

You raise a brow. “What are you, a supervillain?”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that,” he replies, pretending to be wounded.

“Move, Topper,” Becca calls from behind you, not bothering to step in. She knows you can handle yourself.

“Lighten up, girls!” Kelce appears out of nowhere, of course, laughing like this is all a game.

You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Topper. Move.” You give his shoulder a shove.

“I thought we were friends,” he teases, full of that smug charm that makes you want to scream.

“If we’re friends, you’ll tell me where the bathroom is,” you say, brushing past him.

“Second floor’s taken-I already checked,” he says, stepping closer. Then he leans in, lowering his voice like he’s sharing top-secret intel. “Between me and you? Third floor. Rafe’s room.”

“Thanks… I guess.” You give him a look and start up the stairs.

You’d barely set foot in Tannyhill before tonight, so naturally, you had no idea which room belonged to Rafe Cameron. But you’d rather wander around lost than have Topper escort you upstairs-God knows how that would look to anyone watching.

The second floor is quieter, a soft hum of music echoing from below. A few people mill about, but it’s far less chaotic up here. You spot an open balcony door near the next flight of stairs, and standing just outside it-there he is. Rafe Cameron. Arm slung around a brunette, leaning in too close, wearing that smug expression he probably thinks is charming.

You watch him for a second too long. He’s clearly flirting. You shake your head, unimpressed, and start up the next set of stairs-unaware that he catches the movement. He notices you. And more importantly, he notices where you’re going. That doesn’t sit right with him. Not when he’s been hiding the gold bars up there.

“Wait here a sec,” he mutters to the girl on his arm, peeling away from her with ease.

You make it to what looks like a bedroom, pushing the door open and peeking inside, hoping to find a bathroom. That’s when you hear his voice behind you.

“Hey. No one’s supposed to be up here.”

You turn, caught mid-step. “Sorry-I just really need a bathroom.”

And then you see him. Fully. Up close. Your stomach drops a little. “Oh… hey.”

He narrows his eyes, studying your face as he steps closer. “Hey…”

“The other bathrooms are full. I figured I’d be up and down in like, two seconds,” you say quickly, hoping to diffuse the tension.

“You’re… Mr. Y/L/N’s kid, right?” His arms cross, muscles straining under that tight-ass polo like he wore it on purpose.

You nod, awkward smile forming. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He stares a second longer, like he’s trying to piece together a memory that never fully formed.

“Crazy… we never really hung out, huh?”

You shrug. “I guess not. I mean, I did see you at the last Midsummers. You were chasing JJ Maybank with Kelce and some other morons.”

A ghost of a grin flashes across his face, but you don’t let it linger.

“Anyway-I really have to-”

“Yeah, yeah. Bathroom. I got you.” He turns and opens the door beside his bed, nodding toward it. “Over here.”

“How gentlemanly of you,” you mutter, flipping on the light. “I’ll be quick.”

You shut the door behind you. A few minutes later, you open it again to find him sitting on his bed, sunglasses on, tracing the rim of his red cup with one finger.

“You do know I can find my way back downstairs, right?” you say, raising a brow.

“Sure. But I’ve got a lot of expensive shit in here. Don’t need anything walking off.”

“I’m rich, Rafe. I don’t need to steal your precious Cameron heirlooms,” you reply, crossing the room toward the door.

He rises and steps beside you, sipping his drink casually. “Still more expensive than whatever’s in your little save-the-turtles bedroom.”

You shake your head, not rising to the bait. There’s no winning a back-and-forth with someone like him.

As you reach the door, your eyes land on a framed photo on his nightstand. The whole Cameron family. That’s when it hits you.

You pause. “Hey… I know we don’t exactly run in the same circle, but… I never got to say I’m sorry. About your dad.”

His jaw tightens. He looks away.

“Yeah,” he says flatly.

“I mean it,” you add, stopping at the doorway. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It’s fine,” he replies, voice empty, distant.

You linger a second, but there’s nothing more to say. Not really.

So you leave back downstairs.

“Where the hell were you? I’ve been here forever,” Becca groans dramatically, slinging an arm around your shoulders the moment you step back into the kitchen.

“You’ve been here for eight minutes-max,” you deadpan, letting her pull you outside. A group of drunk guys are shouting around a beer pong table like it’s the Olympic finals.

“I ran into Rafe Cameron,” you say casually.

Becca stops mid-step, eyes wide with alarm. You can practically hear the mental sirens going off in her head.

“He’s… not as bad as my mom always made him sound,” you admit, more to yourself than to her.

Just then, his voice cuts through the yard- loud, arrogant, unmistakable. You glance up to see him on the balcony again, yelling something about how if people aren’t drinking, they should get the hell out. Same arm around that same brunette. Same red cup glued to his hand like it’s part of the outfit.

“He’s annoying,” Becca mutters, sipping from her own cup.

You raise your brows. You don’t necessarily agree, but you don’t disagree either.

Half an hour later, you’re sitting alone, aimlessly scrolling Instagram while Becca hypes herself up over beer pong. That’s when someone drops into the seat beside you. You glance up-it’s the brunette. Rafe’s brunette, apparently. You shift away, scooting an inch to reclaim your personal space.

Then you see him. Rafe. Downstairs now, mingling with the rest of the party like he’s slumming it. Topper and Kelce trail behind him, predictably. Human barnacles.

He stops in front of you, towering. One hand in his pocket, the other lifting his drink. His crotch is uncomfortably close to your face, so you immediately straighten your posture, putting some much-needed distance between you and that visual.

“Where’s your drink?” he asks, voice low and smug.

“I tried to get her to drink,” Becca calls from behind him, suddenly pretending she’s his biggest fan- even though not long ago she was calling him annoying.

“I don’t want one,” you say with a sigh, standing up. “Actually- I’m about to head out.”

“Becca,” you add, giving her a pointed look and nodding toward the door.

“Don’t leave,” Rafe says, and his voice drops just a little. His fingers close lightly around your forearm, just enough pressure to stop you but not enough to hold you. “You don’t have to drink. Just… stay a little longer.”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

His eyes flick over your face. He shrugs, but there’s a hint of something behind the nonchalance. “I don’t see you around much.”

Then his hand slides down, fingers brushing against yours before he laces them together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Just over his shoulder, you catch the brunette watching. Her face doesn’t change, but her eyes lock onto your joined hands with razor focus. You pretend not to notice.

“Just play some beer pong. No shots, I promise,” he says, the edge of a smile tugging at his mouth.

You glance at Becca. She’s nodding enthusiastically, clearly thrilled at the prospect of staying-whether it’s for you, the attention, or the free entertainment.

You exhale, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you.

“Sure.”

Twenty minutes later, you’re half-heartedly playing beer pong- missing more shots than you make, but at least you’re having a little more fun than before. It’s not the night of your life, but it’s better than nothing.

Rafe picks up a ping-pong ball and holds it out in front of your face.

“For good luck?” he asks, raising his brows with that annoyingly charming smirk, his eyes flicking to your lips behind his sunglasses.

You roll your eyes, somewhere between amused and unimpressed. Instead of indulging him fully, you kiss your index and middle finger and press them to the ball.

“I’ll take it,” he says with a shrug, tossing the ball. It sinks into a cup, and a round of cheers goes up.

You can’t help but smile a little, folding your arms against the evening breeze. The sun’s dipping lower now, and the temperature’s dropping with it. Rafe slings an arm around your shoulders as he cheers for himself, catching you off guard. Before you can process it, Kelce hands him the drink he just earned, and Rafe downs it like a frat boy on a dare.

You lightly grab his wrist and remove his arm from your shoulders, letting it drop while he finishes the drink. Then he does one of those obnoxious handshakes with Barry- the shady dealer you’re 95% sure sells drugs to actual children.

That’s when she appears- the brunette. She stands, adjusting her outfit like she’s trying to hold on to some dignity, and walks over to him.

“Hey, Rafe, I’m gonna go,” she says, soft and unsure.

He barely glances at her, gives a half-hearted side hug, and mutters, “Call me later.”

You shake your head. Wow.

You head toward Becca, who’s chatting with a group of girls.

“Becca, I think we should dip. My mom’ll have a fit if I’m not back by ten.”

She groans. “Your mom needs to chill. Seriously, what’s it gonna take for her to give you a normal curfew?”

“Maybe not breaking it would help.” You sigh. When she doesn’t budge, you add, “You can stay if you want. I’m heading out.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You smile at her and turn around-only to spot Rafe scanning the crowd like he’s looking for something… or someone.

Your pace quickens, but-

“Hey,” his voice cuts through the chatter. You stop.

You turn, and he’s already walking up to you.

“Where you going?” he asks, like it’s his business.

“Home.” You shrug. “Some of us have a curfew.”

“Curfew?” he echoes, draping his arm over your shoulders again, uninvited but this time… you don’t move it. You’re not even sure you want to. “What are you, sixteen?” He laughs at his own joke, of course.

“I’d rather be home anyway,” you say as you both head toward the front door. The party behind you has mellowed out. The music is quieter, the house less packed.

“That’s why I don’t see you. You don’t leave the house.”

“Or maybe you, Topper, and Kelce are too busy chasing John B and the Pogues around to notice anyone else living a normal life.”

You step outside. The yard’s quiet now- no one lingering out front, just the line of luxury cars gleaming in the dark.

“Don’t mention the Pogues, please. I just got rid of my headache,” he mutters, making you laugh, for real this time.

“Nice party, Rafe.” You say it like a goodbye.

“Which one’s yours?” he asks, nodding to the line of vehicles.

“I walked.”

“You walked?”

“I live two houses down.”

“Still.”

“People like you are the reason the earth is dying.”

“Yeah, yeah- save the turtles, recycle, I get it.” He waves it off. His tone is careless, but the slight smile on your face surprises even you. Why is that endearing?

“Let me drive you.”

“I’m not getting in a car to go a hundred steps,” you laugh, already walking toward the edge of the estate driveway.

“Then let me walk you.”

You glance back. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope.” His grin softens the answer, like it’s not a line-it’s just the truth.

You scratch your forehead, sigh, then finally shrug.

“Okay.”

You and Rafe walk side by side under the hazy twilight sky, the last streaks of gold fading into a quiet blue. The occasional cricket chirps in the background, and the air smells like salt and cut grass. It’s peaceful-the kind of quiet you don’t usually associate with Rafe Cameron.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. Then he breaks the silence, casually.

“It’s kind of weird… I don’t remember seeing you much growing up.”

You glance at him. “Our dad’s were always around each other.”

“Exactly,” he says, with a quick laugh. “Country club parties, fundraisers… Rose dragging me and Sarah to your house when she didn’t want to deal with us. You’d think we would’ve ended up stuck together more.”

“I kept to myself,” you say with a small shrug.

“Yeah,” he nods, looking at the road ahead. “You were quiet. Smart. Not like Sarah and me.”

“Sarah’s nice.”

He scoffs lightly. “Sarah’s a traitor.”

You raise your brows.

“She’s dating John B,” he says like it’s the most ridiculous thing on earth. “A Pogue. Can’t even pretend to be surprised anymore.”

There’s something in his voice- almost tired, like he’s still not used to it. But not angry. Not tonight.

You’re quiet for a second before asking, “What about that girl from earlier? The brunette.”

Rafe gives a half-smile and scratches the back of his neck. “Sofia?”

You nod.

“She’s cool.” He sounds sincere, not dismissive, but there’s no weight to it either. “She’s fun to have around. But… I don’t know. It’s not that serious.”

His hand brushes against yours as you both walk, just for a second. Intentional? Maybe. Your heart picks up a little.

“What about you?” he asks, trying to sound casual, but you hear the interest beneath it. “You got a boyfriend?”

You glance at him, amused. “You always ask questions like that?”

“Only when I want to know the answer.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “No. No boyfriend.”

“Hmm.” That’s all he says, but it feels like more.

You reach your house faster than you expected. Porch light’s on, casting a warm glow. Your mom’s probably watching the clock from behind the blinds.

Rafe slows down with you at the edge of your driveway.

“This is me,” you say, stepping onto the path leading to your front door.

He doesn’t leave right away. “Hey,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “Give me your number.”

You raise a brow.

“In case I ever throw another party,” he adds, smirking. “Or, you know… need a beer pong partner who doesn’t totally suck.”

You laugh. “You made one shot.”

“Exactly. You’re good luck.”

You take his phone and type in your number, handing it back.

He looks at it, saves the contact, then looks at you again- slightly softer now. “Get inside before your mom grounds you forever.”

You turn toward the door, then glance back one last time. “Goodnight, Rafe.”

“Night.”

He walks off into the dark, hands in his pockets, and for once, the night feels quiet in a way you kind of want to remember.

It’s just past 1 a.m., and you’re tangled in your sheets, your pillow too warm no matter how many times you flip it. Sleep is nowhere close. You shift onto your side for the fourth time when your phone lights up on your nightstand.

Unknown: you up?

You blink at the screen, heart kicking just a little harder. You don’t need the name to know who it is.

Rafe.

You stare at the message, debating. Classic late-night move. Bold. Almost cliché. Your thumb hovers above the keyboard as your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth.

You don’t want to seem too eager. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Still… you type.

You: maybe. why?

The response is almost immediate, like he was already watching the screen.

Rafe: figured I’d see if my beer pong partner had a better aim when she’s not in a crowd.

Your eyes narrow, amused.

You: and what exactly would I be aiming at?

Rafe: me, hopefully.

You let out a quiet laugh and sink a little deeper into the covers, already warmer than before. Of course he said that. Cocky, effortless. But somehow not annoying.

Before you can respond again, another text comes in.

Rafe: relax. just bored. can’t sleep.

A beat passes.

Rafe: and I was thinking about you.

That one lands differently. You read it twice, maybe three times. There’s a pause—long enough for him to notice.

Rafe: you’re gonna leave me on read? harsh.

You smirk, finally giving in.

You: fine. I’m up. what now, Cameron?

Rafe: now we talk. or you sneak out and come sit in my passenger seat. either works.

You toss your phone onto the bed, heart hammering, eyes flicking to your window.

No way he’s serious.

But curiosity wins, and you peer out through the curtains. Sure enough, parked down the street like something out of a teen drama, is a black SUV- engine low, headlights off.

He’s serious.

You hesitate, glancing down at yourself. You’re still in your pajamas- soft shorts and a loose tank top, the kind you’d never wear outside the house. Definitely not sneaking-out attire. But you also know damn well that if you go back to change, you’ll chicken out.

You slip your phone into your pocket, move quickly but quietly, and tiptoe to the balcony. The old ladder your mom keeps forgetting to put away is still leaned against the railing.

Your heart climbs the rungs faster than your feet.

Halfway down, your brain finally catches up.

What am I doing? This is insane. He’s Rafe Cameron.

But when your feet hit the grass and your eyes land on him- leaning against his car like some brooding coastal movie character, Solo cup in hand, sunglasses pushed into his buzzed hair- all of those second thoughts vanish.

He spots you and straightens, one eyebrow lifting in amusement. His gaze sweeps over you in the dim streetlight- bare legs, bare shoulders, tank top slightly slipping off one.

“Well, damn,” he says with a smirk, dragging his teeth across his bottom lip. “Didn’t know sneaking out came with a show.”

You instinctively fold your arms over your chest, cheeks warming. “Don’t get excited. I didn’t exactly plan for this.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he mutters, eyes shameless. Then, stepping forward, he swings the passenger door open. “C’mon, trouble. In you go.”

You shoot him a glare as you climb in, trying to ignore the way your heart won’t settle.

Rafe slides into the driver’s seat beside you, glancing over again like he’s still not done looking. “So… pajamas, ladder escape, middle of the night. Either you’re reckless, or I’m charming as hell.”

“Big assumption that it’s not both,” you say, crossing your legs and refusing to meet his eyes.

He chuckles, starting the car. “Fair enough.”

And just like that, he pulls away from the curb, the sleepy neighborhood falling behind as you disappear into the night with Rafe Cameron.

“Where are we going?” you ask, finally breaking the silence. Curiosity nips at your voice, and you can’t help glancing at the unfamiliar streets flying past the window. You’re far from your cul-de-sac now, and the night feels heavier- thicker, like anything could happen in it.

“Wherever you want,” Rafe says without missing a beat. His fingers tap lazily on the steering wheel, the other hand resting low on the gearshift. A slow, almost teasing smile curves his lips, and you can hear it in his voice even before you see it.

Your eyes drift from the blur of the world outside to the sharp lines of his profile- cheekbones cut from stone, lashes unfairly long for someone like him. Every few seconds, a streetlight flashes through the windshield and sweeps over his face, carving golden lines across his jaw and collarbone like he’s part of the scenery.

“You say that like it’s romantic,” you mutter, watching him a moment longer than you mean to.

He glances at you then, just briefly. “You say that like it’s not.”

Your lips press together to hide the smile that wants to crawl up, but he sees it anyway. You turn your head back to the window, letting the wind hum against the glass, letting your heart steady.

“I didn’t peg you as the middle-of-the-night drive kind of guy,” you say after a beat, voice softer now.

Rafe chuckles under his breath. “Guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“And you want to change that?”

His eyes flick toward you again, slower this time. “Wouldn’t have had you climb out of your bedroom window if I didn’t.”

That gets a quiet laugh out of you- surprised, honest. You shake your head and settle deeper into the seat. The car hums beneath you, and somehow the silence between you now feels easy.

“Okay then,” you say. “Surprise me.”

And just like that, he turns the wheel, taking a sharp right down a darker road, his grin growing wider. You don’t know where he’s taking you, but somehow, with Rafe Cameron driving and the rest of the world asleep, it doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore.

He takes a turn down a road that’s barely lit, the pavement narrowing between clusters of oak trees. You squint out the window, trying to guess where you are, but it’s all shadow and winding bends.

“I’m officially creeped out now,” you say, half-joking but also tugging your arms across your chest, flipping the vent away from your face. The cold air had been blasting directly onto you, and your thin pajama shirt wasn’t built for late-night joyrides. You cross your arms a little tighter, feeling the chill leave its mark.

“Don’t be.” Rafe breathes out a short laugh, eyes still on the road but a smirk teasing the corner of his mouth. “You think I lured you out of your house at one in the morning just to murder you in the woods?”

“You are giving me very ‘Dateline’ energy right now,” you mutter, side-eyeing him.

“Please,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “If I was gonna kill you, I wouldn’t have had you climb down a ladder for it. That’s just bad planning.”

You laugh despite yourself. “Wow. Comforting.”

He grins at that, full and easy, like he knows exactly what he’s doing and enjoys the way you fight your smile. “I’m not a total psycho, you know.”

“That’s exactly what a psycho would say.”

“You’re still in the car though.” His voice drops a little, smug but not pushy.

You don’t respond. Mostly because he’s right.

A few minutes later, he pulls into a small clearing near the edge of the marsh. It’s quiet out here- just the chirping of insects and the occasional splash of water. The headlights catch the glint of the sound in the distance, a stretch of silver under the moonlight.

You blink. “Is this…?”

“Yeah,” he says, shifting the car into park. “My dad used to bring me out here when I was a kid. Figured it was better than making you play 20 questions in a driveway.”

You glance at him, a little surprised. There’s something different about the way he says it. Less performative. Not a line.

“This is actually… kind of nice.”

“I know,” he says easily. “I have layers.”

You shake your head, hiding your smile again as you pop open the car door. “Don’t let that go to your head.”

“No promises.”

You step out onto the grass, arms still crossed from the chill. He doesn’t offer a jacket, doesn’t try to put an arm around you- he just leans back against the hood of his car like this is nothing new for him. Like midnight adventures and stolen moments are just how he spends his time. Like you belong here with him.

And even though you kind of want to call it stupid, part of you feels like maybe you do.

You round the front of the car and lean against the hood beside him, arms still wrapped around yourself. The marsh stretches ahead, dark and glassy, the moonlight painting silver ribbons across the water. It’s quiet in a way you didn’t expect- peaceful, almost.

“So…” you begin, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “You bring every girl here?”

His arms cross loosely over his chest, gaze still on the horizon. “Like who?” he asks, brow quirking just slightly.

“Like Sofia?” You toss the name out like a pebble, just to see how far it’ll skip.

He lets out a short laugh, tipping his head back a little. “Should I? A threesome would be nice.”

You scoff, pushing his arm with your elbow. “You’re disgusting.”

“I’m honest.” He looks over at you now, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “Besides, you’re the one who brought her up.”

“Only because she’s practically been glued to your side all night,” you mutter, not quite jealous- but not not jealous either.

“Glued to me, yeah,” he says, still smirking, “but I wasn’t exactly chasing her around.”

You raise an eyebrow. “No?”

“No.” He pauses. “If I wanted to be with her tonight, I wouldn’t be out here with you.”

That lands with a thud in your chest, heavier than you expected. Your gaze lingers on him for a second too long, and when you look away, you feel your cheeks burn.

“Don’t get cocky.”

“I was born cocky,” he says without missing a beat. “It’s in the Cameron DNA.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

The silence returns, this time more comfortable. The sounds of the marsh fill the space between you both, your shoulders nearly brushing now as you lean against the same car, looking out at the same view.

You glance over at him, and this time he’s already looking at you. The cockiness has settled into something a little softer, something easier to sit with.

“You cold?” His eyes flicker downward, not subtle at all as they land on your chest, where the tank top you wore to bed does nothing to hide the way the cold air’s affecting you.

You hesitate for a second, your arms tightening a bit across your chest. You shrug and lie, “Not really.”

He bites his lip, the corner of his mouth twitching up, his eyes lifting to your face for a beat before dropping again. “You sure?”

Before you can answer, he turns and walks around to the passenger side of the car, popping the back door and rummaging around. A moment later, he’s handing you a hoodie- soft, oversized, and clearly his. You don’t say anything. Just take it and slip it over your head, letting it swallow your frame. It smells faintly like cologne and bonfires and something warm you can’t quite place.

“You know,” he starts, stepping back beside you, “you keep bringing up Sofia. I’m beginning to think that you like me.”

You scoff, cheeks flushing as you tug the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Cameron.”

He laughs under his breath, casual, cocky in a way that doesn’t feel arrogant. “I like you.”

That stops you short.

You blink. “You do?”

He nods, looking out toward the water again. “Yeah. You’re cool. You’re a Kook and yet you’re still chill, humble even.”

And just like that, your heart deflates a little. Not crashing, but sinking. You were hoping for something more layered, something more loaded. Instead, it feels like the kind of compliment guys toss around to friends they like having around.

You force a smile and look down at your feet, kicking a small rock off the gravel.

“Thanks,” you say. “I think.”

He glances sideways at you. “What, you wanted me to say you’re hot too?”

You don’t answer- just smirk, eyes still on the ground.

“I mean, you are.” He shrugs, voice a little lower now. “But you already know that.”

This time, your breath actually catches for a second. You glance up, and he’s already watching you again, his eyes unreadable in the low light.

The moment lingers. Still no touching. Still no pressure. Just that quiet buzz of tension sitting somewhere between the two of you.

Here’s the next part of the scene, keeping it intimate and tense but not rushed- Rafe finally makes a move, and it’s layered with the same cocky-but-likable vibe:

You pretend not to notice, your bare, pedicured foot swinging side to side in the gravel beneath you. The air has cooled even more now, brushing over your skin with every little breeze. You’re aware of everything- how close he is, how your heart’s picked up again, how you didn’t even think to grab a pair of sandals before sneaking out of your house and climbing down a ladder like some cliché.

“Seriously,” his voice comes quieter now, smoother. “I wish we spent more time together growing up.”

He’s closer now- really close. His breath brushes your ear and it sends a ripple down your spine you can’t quite suppress. His hand is still at his side, respectful even with how bold he’s being.

“When I saw you at the party, I couldn’t even believe it was you,” he murmurs, like he’s telling a secret. “You’re so hot now.”

You try to hold back your reaction, but your lips twitch, just a little. The compliment is shallow, sure- but something about the way he says it, with his voice low and real, makes it land differently. It’s not just about your body. It’s the surprise in his tone, the honesty he can’t seem to filter.

“Now?” you tease, turning your head slightly, so close now you can see the faint freckles across his nose. “So I wasn’t hot before?”

His smirk deepens. “You were…cute. Like ‘my parents hang out with your parents’ cute. This is different.”

Your stomach flips at the way he’s looking at you. Not as a Kook girl next door. Not as some party accessory. But like he’s actually seeing you.

His fingers brush against your hand on the hood of the car. Light. Testing. But you don’t move away.

“I’ve been trying to figure it out,” he says, eyes locked on yours now. “If you were gonna shut me down or not.”

“And what’s your conclusion?” you ask, but your voice is already softer. You’re not pulling back. You’re not pretending anymore.

“That I should just go for it,” he says.

And then he does.

His lips meet yours- not hard or rushed, but like he’s been thinking about it all night and wanted to be sure. His hand lifts to your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he leans in deeper. There’s confidence in it, sure, but there’s a bit of hesitation too, like he’s checking if you’ll kiss him back.

You do.

The kiss lingers, warmer than the night air, your body buzzing under his hoodie, under his touch.

He’s no longer leaning on the car now. He’s turned to you completely, his left hand coming to rest lightly on your lower back. It’s not rushed- more instinctive than anything, like his body’s pulling him closer before his mind can catch up.

Then he goes for it.

His lips leave yours and trail along your jawline, warm and deliberate. When they brush your neck, you freeze- not because it’s not good, but because it’s too good, too fast. The sensation sends a jolt through you that immediately makes your brain catch up to your body.

Your hands come up and press against his chest- not forcefully, but enough.

He stops.

There’s a pause. His breath lingers at your collarbone before he slowly pulls back, brows furrowing just slightly as he meets your eyes.

Now, you weren’t a prude. Hell, you weren’t even a virgin. But you weren’t about to hook up with Rafe Cameron just because he remembered your existence at a party, called you hot, and pulled out the bare minimum charm at one in the morning at the edge of the marsh.

Not like this.

“Rafe…” you start, your hands still on his chest, warm against the fabric of his shirt. You’re not pushing him away anymore, but you’re holding him there.

He lifts his head a bit higher, reading your face. His smirk softens- not wounded, just…understanding. Curious.

“I just- this isn’t really my vibe,” you say, with a light laugh that doesn’t take away from the honesty. “Like, sneaking out of my house in my pajamas to make out at the marsh? It’s giving…temporary decision-making.”

He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “So no car sex tonight?”

You roll your eyes. “Definitely not.”

He grins- wide this time. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

You smile too, appreciating how easily he takes it, not sulking or pushing. Just taking the L like a slightly bruised, cocky golden boy who’s still convinced the game isn’t over.

“I meant what I said though,” he adds after a moment, stepping back just enough to give you space. “You’re hot. But also…cool. I wasn’t just trying to get laid.”

“I know,” you say, surprising even yourself with how much you mean it.

He looks down at you- playful, relaxed, but something else too. He’s not used to being told no, and yet…he doesn’t seem to hate it coming from you.

“Walk you back?” he asks after a beat, his voice low, hands now tucked into his pockets like he’s grounding himself.

You nod, and the two of you start back toward the car.

No pressure. No tension. Just a guy who tried, and a girl who knows her worth.

And for once, Rafe Cameron isn’t mad about not getting his way.

The drive back is quieter than the ride there- not awkward, just…charged. The windows are cracked, letting in the salty night breeze as Rafe rests one hand lazily on the wheel, the other on the gear shift, his fingers tapping in rhythm with whatever indie track is murmuring from the speakers.

When he pulls up, he stops just short of your estate gate, the headlights casting a dim glow on the hedges but careful not to catch the cameras mounted near the front.

Always the troublemaker, even in small ways.

You reach for the door handle. “Bye, Rafe,” you say, smiling, trying to keep it cool and casual even though your heart’s doing acrobatics in your chest.

But he leans in- his scent warm, a mix of cologne and salty air- and his lips hover just beside your jaw.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he says, voice low, words curling in your ear like smoke.

Then his hand slides across the center console, fingers threading through yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And before you can register it, he brings your hand lower, down to his lap- pressing it against the very obvious effect your brief make-out session had on him.

The air in the car thickens instantly.

Your breath catches, your heart doing something between a skip and a full-on sprint. You should be shocked, maybe even offended. But instead… you’re flushed, burning under your skin. The tension that’s been buzzing between you two all night crackles now, live wire under your fingertips.

Still, you pull away- reluctantly.

He watches you with that maddening little grin of his, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Like he knows you’ll be thinking about this long after you’ve climbed back into your bed.

You don’t give him the satisfaction of saying anything else.

Just a small shake of your head and a breathless, amused smile before you quietly open the door, slipping out into the still night. You move quickly, barefoot and careful as you head back toward your house the same way you left- up the side path, up the ladder, across the balcony.

Back in your room, the breeze still smells like him. Your lips still feel kissed. And your mind is anything but quiet.

And Rafe Cameron?

He definitely knows it.

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hom3landr · 4 months ago

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First I just wanted to say please take your time whether it’s writing the next chapter or dealing with mental health just please take your time. Baby steps! Anyway I had a little baker verse idea! She is teaching Ryan how to make chocolate chip cookies so they get to know each other and hang out meanwhile Homelander comes home from a meeting and walks in on them and is just so happy to see his son and his girlfriend getting along!❤️

Hello! Thank you so much for the request. I did tweak it just a bit but I hope the spirit of the ask remains in the final product.

Gingersnap

Homelander learns the importance of patience as Ryan learns a new recipe

Homelander leans against the entryway to the kitchen, a fond sincere smile lighting up his face. His son and his love are bathed in the golden light of the sun coming in through the kitchen window. The grin on Ryan’s face is just as bright even through the slight shyness that he carries around you. You’re rifling through the cabinets as you set ingredients down on the counter haphazardly.

He’d begun introducing Ryan to you slowly. He was perfectly happy to speed up the process but you’d insisted on being patient. You didn’t want to overwhelm Ryan and you were annoyingly insistent about respecting Becca’s boundaries. He’d snapped at Becca once and the look you gave him was so stormy that he hadn’t dared try again. The shock of it amidst all of your normal sweetness was enough to keep him in line. Mostly at least, you still had to deal with some grumbling. After lots of discussion, a tentative schedule was made and you introduced your presence into their lives. You fit in remarkably well.

“What kind of cookies would you like to make?” You ask breezily as you sweep around the kitchen like a whirlwind. Ryan seems a bit dazed by all the activity, excited but still becoming accustomed to the energy of a new person inside his home.

“I like chocolate chip! My mom makes them for me sometimes.” He looks over to where his mother is sitting at the table. She’s flipping through a magazine and she returns Ryan’s grin softly. She still doesn’t trust the situation fully, but she’s more at ease when you join Homelander for his visits.

“Oh no. I can’t compete with mom’s recipe. I’m a smart woman, I know when I’m beat.” You shoot Becca a wink. She doesn’t return it but she smiles.

Ryan giggles.

Homelander wants to intervene and reveal himself. He hasn’t been noticed by the happy scene yet. He’d only just returned from a quick meeting. But another part of him is happy to observe the peaceful scene. It warms a part of him he’s not sure has ever been warmed before, at least not like this.

His family

“How about some gingersnaps?” You ask Ryan, who looks at you quizzically.

“I’ve never had a gingersnap.” He replies and you clap your hands together with joy. There’s nothing you enjoy more than baking something new with someone. You told him once that there is something so pure about an honest first reaction. It’s a brief glimpse of something elusive, something no one else will be able to see again. You don’t even mind if it isn’t positive. It’s the experience that matters to you. He doesn’t quite understand how you let disappointment roll right off of you. Authenticity doesn’t seem worth the risk of rejection, even if it’s something as small as a baked good.

“Never had a ginger snap?!? Well it is your lucky day!” You reach out to give Ryan’s shoulders a friendly shake before separating out the dry and wet ingredients into little piles. He joins you eagerly and it doesn’t take long before you playfully dust him with a bit of flour. He retaliates by flicking you with sugar but before the two of you can devolve into a full food fight, you remember that it isn’t your kitchen to clean up. Homelander knows from experience that you aren’t afraid to get messy in your own space. He has a cookie dough stained cape to prove it, he keeps it folded up safely in his closet.

Homelander wants to clear his throat. He wants to step in and insert himself, let the domesticity wash over him. But he doesn't, he just watches. For once, he’s content.

#homelander #homelander x reader #x reader #becca butcher #ryan butcher #bakerverse #Becca is not dead in this verse #Becca will never die in this verse #this is much further forward in the bakerverse timeline #but I’m gonna spoil it rn that Becca will get a happy ending #anyway here’s a little snapshot of Baker bonding with Ryan #also I wanted to do a gif of Ryan looking happy and cute #but it’s damn hard to find #I know why poor kid #but damn

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eightpackdiaz · 2 months ago

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i have more of the kingdon college exes au! (this time from mel’s pov)

Mel’s first day of undergrad was really not extraordinary, not for the first half anyway. Until she decided to go to the library after class. She figured it would be one of the quieter places on campus, and after a day of lectures, and chatter, and bright fluorescent lights, she wanted to be in a quiet corner of the library to be able to center herself and get started on assignments.

Suddenly she sees someone standing right in-front of her, but not saying anything, so she makes herself look up, make eye contact even though she doesn’t want to, except, once she looks at him, at those eyes. she finds herself not wanting to look away. except, years of social cues conditioning kick in and she speaks,

“can i help you with something?” she hasn’t looked away from his face. she knows she’s staring but, this guys is objectively very good looking, that’s just a fact, she’s just observing a fact.

and then he asks to sit with her, she says yes, and they begin studying together. it’s nice, she thinks, he is a little fidgety but she’s used to it, really. becca and her both fidget sometimes so it’s not like it bothers her, and she tells him this when she notices him trying to stop himself. the look he gives her at that is one that she can’t quite understand, but does make her feel warm inside (later she will learn, that that look was awe, and that it will become a look frank sports very often when he’s around her)

he asks for her phone number, he wants to do this again. and she agrees, because she wants to make friends, and he’s been here a couple of years, and he wants to be a doctor too, so they should be friends. she’s excited about this.

very shortly, faster than she realized, and truly faster than she’s ever really thought, they become mel and frank. a package deal. he has his friends, and she also has her friends now, but they always seem to be around each other, including each other on their plans, and planning to be around each other.

mel isn’t dumb. mel knows what the feelings she’s been developing mean. and she also knows, because of the way she observes social cues. that the way frank is with her, he really isn’t with anyone else. he seeks her, he looks at her, and he always, always considers her. mel doesn’t know if he knows this, but he everytime he’s there, she feels…calm. comfortable. safe. which she does realize is crazy to say about someone you’ve known for two months, but it’s the truth.

they’re at frank’s place watching a movie one day when she decides that the best way to go about this, is simply to ask frank if her feelings are mutual. this is frank, so even if they aren’t, he won’t be weird about it. and it wont ruin their friendship.

and instead, before she can say anything, he asks her on a date. she’s been on two first dates before, neither of them were great, but also, neither of them were with frank.

being with him, is like, baking bread, she thinks almost deliriously. but baking bread has always calmed her down, she likes the process of mixing, kneading, rising, shaping, rising again, and then baking. it’s a process she uses to calm herself down, because she knows that no mater the variables, the will always like the result, and she thinks that no matter the variables in her relationship with frank, she will always like the result.

he is a gentleman through the whole thing, and really, this isn’t news to her, he’s always a gentleman. and every time she pointed this out to him, he just sort of shrugged and said something along the lines of “just for you”

he kisses her at the end of the night, he asks first, which she is really appreciative of, and when their lips meet she feels simultaneously like the floor slips out of her feet and like she is floating in the air. she decides that this is the best kiss she’s had in her life, and she also decides that she wants to do this, again, and again.

and they do, they go on more dates, they kiss, they study, they learn each other’s bodies, and they enjoy each other’s gasps. she had sex before she knew him, but she doesn’t think she ever made love until she was in bed with frank and they were looking into each other’s eyes and smiling.

they date for two years, which mel is very tempted to say were probably the best two years of her life.

and then reality comes crashing down, he’s going to med school in a different state, and that’s okay, they both have plans, and they might be similar, but they’re not the same, not yet anyway.

Their last might together was full of tears, and passion, and promises that they both knew were meant to be broken. After hours of memorizing each other’s bodies for one last time, they laid together and mel knew this was probably going to be the last time, ever, that he held her like this, so she was trying to keep herself awake. she wanted to memorize every point in their body that was touching, the curve of his ribs every time he inhaled, the tickle of his chest hair against her fingers. She knew she seemed asleep, and really, she almost was, her breathing regulated and her ability to keep still helped her unintentionally trick frank into thinking she was asleep, and really, she thought he was asleep too, until she felt him move his hand to her head.

she didn’t move, used to his touch and more into the sleeping world than here, she felt him take a really deep breath,

“you’re it for me, melissa king” a pause, and another deep breath. “i don’t know how, i don’t know when, but i will find you, and we will be together again, i’m never going to love anyone the way i love you” she could hear in his voice how the last sentence was said with tears in his eyes.

she didn’t react. she felt tears fill her eyes, but she didn’t react because she didn’t want to call him a liar. objectively, she knew he wasn’t lying, but she also knew that the possibilities of that happening were very low, so she took this moment, and put it in a delicate little box inside her heart. choosing to hold on to it, giving her hope in her darkest days, that maybe somehow, someday, they would meet again.

The next day, she forces herself to ask him to wait to be friends. She doesn’t want to. But it’s the best way for both of them to focus on what they want to do with their lives, she thinks, isn’t that the point of why this is happening?

She applies to med schools close to home, she thinks about him. She finishes undergrad, she thinks about him. She goes to med school in her home state to be near her family, she thinks about him.

And then her parents die. A car crash, both of her parents were DOA, and so was the drunk driver that hit them. And then she needs to deal with legal procedures, and become becca’s guardian, and the lawyers ask her if she’s sure because she’s on her first year of med school and this is going to be a lot, and she says yes, because this is her sister. And so she ends up not thinking about frank for a couple of years. too busy trying to survive with the weight of the world on her shoulders. but it’s a weight she bears gladly every time she gets to see her sister smile.

when she decided to move to pittsburgh, she knew, logically, that there was a high chance frank was still living there, he moved there to be with his mom, so there’s no reason for him to have moved away still. but pittsburgh is big, and it’s a city, and yeah he wanted to be a doctor, but there’s dozens of hospitals in pittsburgh, and it’s not like she doesn’t want to see him.

she knows, ever since the idea of moving to pittsburgh, and finding this facility for becca, a part of her, (the part that was under lock and key in that delicate box inside her heart), hoped that she might see frank again, she didn’t have any expectations, not really, because people change and life moves fast and she just thinks that maybe it would be nice to see him, even if in passing, even if only through the distance.

And now it’s her first day at PTMC, and she’s excited, she knows that this is where she will spend many years because that’s the plan, and because neither becca nor she like change, and the move was enough change for at least 6 years. She meets dr. robby, who is nice, if a little hard to interpret because mel can tell that his words have a lot of meaning behind them, she just will need to learn what it is.

she needs some help with a patient, and she’s walking towards dr. robby but then she sees him. him. frank. her frank. out of all the hospitals that are in this city. what were the odds for them to be in the same one. she stops walking. allows herself a moment for the feelings to flow, she’s learned is better to do that, just, gives herself a second. she can see years of longing and memories playing in her minds eye, and then she just. puts a pin on it. counts to 10, recites the three most common causes of infection and then approaches them.

she never really got quite used to how blue his eyes were, and being in the middle of an er with all this bright lights isn’t doing her any favours. she hasn’t been able to look away from his face, well she has, obviously, she’s working! but every time she has to look at him, all she can look at is his face. they’re working on the case, so they haven’t really acknowledged…anything, is there anything to acknowledge?

and just as she’s about to make a comment about the percentage of odds to be working in the same hospital, she sees it. and she didn’t mean to, really, wasn’t looking for it. but when he handed her the ipad back with his left hand for the first time in the day she saw it. a wedding band. a gold wedding band god they had talked about using golden wedding bands

she can tell that he noticed her eyes lingering on it, he always noticed things like that. she avoids eye contact and luckily is called away by dr. robby.

maybe she was wrong, maybe there isn’t anything to acknowledge.

#woah okay damn #i did NOT mean to make it angsty #but im on a roll now and i PROMISE its gonna get better #i mean yeah it might get a little worser first but #i hate angst so not too worse i promise #anywaaays #do you guys like this #please let me know if you do #i need conpliments to live #aka if i think you guys hate it i wont post anymore bc thats just embarrassing hajsjdb #kingdon college exes au #kingdon #frank langdon #dr langdon #melangdon #langdonmel #mel king #dr king

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