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periprose · 2 years ago

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Florence - Chapter Three

After Sunday's rehearsal dinner, you, Peter, and MJ spend Monday together just relaxing and having fun- visiting a winery, then the beach, and finally having a movie night together. Peter gets more obvious in his flirting, and you become less confused about the whole thing.

friends to lovers, fluff, drunken moments, beach stuff, swimsuits, maybe a touch of accidental nudity, romance, mutual pining, and just a hint of lust

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The rehearsal dinner isn’t actually anything crazy- while you were at the cathedral, admiring the architecture and ignoring all the religious stuff, the workers of the Villa moved everything in place. All the outdoor tables, fancy chairs, but not the decorations yet: no long silk sashes and doilies, or flower centrepieces. It takes time to measure what should go where and how it will look. Of course, it looks great, just empty.

So everyone’s just chilling at the kitchen counter or the backyard, or the dining room part of the main hall. As much as MJ wants you guys to eat something all deluxe and fancy, Peter decides to go with Neapolitan pizza, which the chef makes pretty quickly.

“Ugh, you two are laying on thick. Keeping up with traditions and all that.” Logan comments, sipping on a beer as if he’d been through another war. Your dad has never been exact about what war that he’s a veteran of, but he kind of uses it as an excuse to be a grumpy asshole sometimes.

That, or you’re getting less sympathetic as you get older.

“Why don’t you hang out with the other adults, dad?” You voice your suggestion in a fake sugary-sweet tone, wanting him to leave, but Logan shakes his head.

“Maddy, Emily, and Philip are talking about wedding stuff- not my place to intervene.” Your dad gives you a look. “And I can read through your voice, kid. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

To your surprise, Logan fixes a glance at Peter, something kind of protective and fatherly overtaking his face as he takes another sip from his beer bottle, and Peter swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing down in fear. You have no idea what that’s all about- you know that your dad kind of knows how you feel about Peter, because you weren’t exactly subtle about it, but why would he shake down Peter with that kind of intimidating look, especially when he hasn’t done anything wrong?

Not anything intentionally, anyways, you remember with a sudden flip-flop of your stomach. You’ve slowly been getting a little too romantically inclined towards Peter, and you sternly remind yourself- friendship is what you’re supposed to be trying for.

The chef lays the pizza in it’s cast iron pan in front of you, and it looks delicious- red marinara sauce lightly slathered over a thin crust, large slices of mozzarella melting in their signature round shape, and little basil leaves sprinkled on top. It’s not too hot, actually, so Peter takes a slice, and you take one, and as you split them apart, a tendril of cheese hanging between the two of you.

Peter takes a bite, and he smiles eagerly as he chews it down and swallows. “Try it, Howlett.”

“Okay.” You take a bite, and weirdly enough, it tastes so close to the one you two would always get in Naples, and MJ smiles as recognition bursts on your face. “Wow, that’s really good-”

“I asked him to make it closer to how they do in Naples.” MJ is unable to let you finish your sentence, and it’s a very sweet, silly thing that of course MJ would do, and you are thankful because you were hungry for something familiar.

“So much for trying something kind of new.” Peter remarks, but he eagerly eats his pizza slice too, and MJ has a pleased grin on her face, because she’s always loved being generous. In small little actions like this.

Who wouldn’t love MJ?

Even Logan takes a slice- he’s the type to survive off of maybe a morning coffee and bagel at times- and he, too, has a rare small smile as he eats it, and you wonder if something about MJ reminds him of Miss Grey. Logan walks away from the counter after finishing his slice, and you feel like that has everything to do with the similarities. The red hair, the kind smile, the understanding compassionate nature. Perhaps it’s too much for him at times.

You still don’t know your own mother, thanks to your dad’s inability to process emotional trauma.

“Remember when you burnt your tongue on the pizza? I think it was the summer before ninth grade?” Peter starts, and you snicker at that.

“Yeah, and I had to immediately steal your cold water because it hurt so bad.” You reminisce about how you took the cold bottle from Peter’s hands and chugged it, while Peter tried to steal it back. You finished it, and every Florence trip after that, Peter would always jokingly hold his water away from you.

MJ grins at the secret memory between you two- she’s not sure how you’ve both never noticed the sort of intimate shared life of experiences that are so clearly illuminated on your faces.

“Who wants a drink?” Harry interrupts, but everyone seems to be too tired for that, what with jet lag. “C’mon, guys! We’re supposed to be having the best week of our lives-”

“You don’t want to be hungover at your wedding, trust me.” Peter has that responsible look that he always has when he’s reeling Harry back in from his usual insanity.

“So what? You think I want to remember a bunch of boring vows? You guys are boring as fuck.” Harry rolls his eyes, and starts shaking whatever he has in his mixer, and Peter can’t exactly stop him.

“Babe, c’mon. I’ll drink with you, but these two are obviously tired.” MJ tries, and he looks at her, and sighs.

“Okay.”

The next morning, Harry is vomiting in his and MJ’s bathroom- you can hear it through the thinner walls, surely an aftermath of how many tequila shots he had yesterday- and you know today is supposed to be a chill day, so you just let it go.

There’s a knock at your door- and you sleepily open it, rubbing your own eyes, unsure of who it could be.

It’s Peter, looking like he feels stupid. “Hey.”

“Hey?” You stare at him, raising your eyebrows. “What’s up?”

Peter is just slightly distracted by the fact that you seem to have gone to sleep in not regular jammies, but actually, just a giant T-shirt. It comes down to the halfway point of your thighs, just above your knees, and your bare legs are really, really distracting, because they look smooth and supple, and he kind of thinks about gripping them, so he forces himself to look up, not right at your eyes, because somehow you look especially cute when you’ve just woken up, but from where Peter’s eyes are resting, he’s pretty sure you’re not wearing a bra.

His unfiltered thoughts stop there as he clears his throat. Peter’s a grown man, and you’re totally allowed to do what you want with your body- he’s a feminist, as mentioned before when he punched the TSA guy.

But Peter can’t help but think there’s some level of bias in his actions, even if he pretends he’s just your friend who cares about women’s rights. There is something deep inside him that he doesn’t want to admit- that he’s into you, a little possessive over you now, and he doesn’t know why or where this feeling even came from.

Peter hopes you didn’t notice him staring at your chest. “I forgot to bring toothpaste.”

“Of course you did.” You drawl, not really paying attention to how Peter’s eyes are flickering up and down your figure, because you’re still kind of tired, and you turn around and enter your room, so Peter can follow you in.

Obviously the first thing he does is check out your ass, which is just kind of peeking out of the bottom of your shirt, and your thighs again but this time from the back, which Peter swears is an entirely different thing that he needed to see for science. Even though he’s already weirdly known what your body has looked like for years, through different phases of childhood and teenage years- he’s feeling more attracted to you than usual, and he decides to blame his sleepiness.

The idea that there is a usual level for attraction to you strikes him, and he ignores it. He follows you in to the bathroom, where you’re already brushing your teeth.

“Here. Crest 3D white toothpaste.” You hand the tube to him, your mouth foamy and speech kinda incoherent.

Peter takes it. “Thanks, Howlett.”

You spit into the sink. “Wouldn’t be a trip unless Peter Parker forgot something.”

“Oh, you mean how you forgot pants?” Peter snarks back, and he immediately, immediately regrets it, because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he noticed your bare legs, but he guesses his mind was so preoccupied that that was what he ended up saying anyways.

He hopes it sounds innocent.

“Uh, it’s hot. I can’t sleep with pants.” You continue brushing your teeth. “You should try it sometime.”

Well, that didn’t really sound innocent either, and based on how your face is turning red, Peter can see that he’s not the only pervert around.

For a Monday morning, Harry is kind of incapacitated- to the point where MJ decides he’s had enough fun and needs to spend the day resting. She’s told the chef to prepare some kind of soup for him.

Logan is off hiking with Ben and May- they left so early you didn’t even get to say goodbye- and so you spend the late morning being lazy, eating scrambled eggs that you made on your own, toast, and some kind of cheese that crumbled really nicely over the whole thing.

MJ and Peter are really thankful that you know how to cook- Peter will eat convenience store garbage (you’ve spent many an evening in your childhood watching him scarf down a hot dog and an ICEE slushie) and fast food until his heart gives out- and MJ is pretty picky and only really loves preparing salads, rice noodles, and boiled chicken. Setting down breakfast in front of them is always fun, because even if you just know the bare minimum for an adult, these two are always so easily impressed that you feel like Jamie Oliver.

“So, did everyone sleep alright?” MJ says at the breakfast table, taking one large bite of the egg-toast. “Mhm. That’s really good.”

“Yeah, it was fine. This place is too luxurious to even complain about.” You comment, and Peter snorts.

“Yeah, if not for the fact that there was a pea under my mattress, I’d be fine.” He says in a snooty, noble tone, and you start laughing. “What, you know that’s how they talk. I’m sure Harry grew up speaking like that to his butler, right, MJ?”

She closes her eyes, and sips her tea. “No comment. I might have had to teach him normal English in grade nine.”

You always forget that technically MJ met Harry first, and then you and Peter and them became one group near the end of grade nine.

“So I’m guessing Harry talked like this: ‘Forsooth, this time, m’lady Mary Jane, I would love to have your gracious presence at my chalet in France.’” You start, and you sweep into a deep bow, and MJ starts giggling, her face turning red.

“No no, Howlett. You gotta think of when he probably tried to woo her.” Peter’s eyebrows scrunch, and then he gets off his chair and bows even further, his face brushing the ground in front of MJ’s chair. “Mine dearest Lady Mary Jane, would thee go for an amorous journey to the theatre with me this nightfall?”

She laughs extra hard, and you know you’ve been beat. You’re laughing too- the you a couple weeks ago would’ve assumed Peter was flirting with her, but you can tell you both had the same intentions here. Peter’s just naturally very funny.

“I love you two.” MJ finally says, wiping a tear off her face, and you beam at her. “No, really, I do. I missed having you around me.”

“Well, don’t even worry. You can call us and we’ll try to be there.” Peter states, totally sure, and MJ gives him a sly look.

“You’re speaking for Lettie too? How do you know she’ll be free? Unless you’re just around her all the time.” MJ teases, and Peter’s face turns a very slight shade of pink.

Oh, so you’re not just imagining that weird tension that was there this morning. You have no idea why Peter would look at you like that, or why he’s being blushy now, but you know you don’t believe MJ’s theory on it.

“Well, we are neighbours… plus I know Howlett is a good friend. She would never purposefully leave someone alone like that, unless they did something wrong.” Peter sounds glum now, and there’s a bit of pointed blame at you- both you and MJ know that you tried to distance yourself from him.

So much for that. He coughs, and then shakes his head.

“Actually, it’s fine. Sorry. You wouldn’t be talking to me now if whatever it was.. was such a big deal, I guess.” Peter takes your empty plates and goes to wash them.

“What?” MJ mouths at you, but you shake your head.

“Whatever it was?!” MJ is shaking your shoulder while Peter is off to the side, photographing the Tuscan winery that you’re about to enter. You just told MJ that drinking two days in a row better not affect her, and she laughed and said as a model she’s done way, way worse.

“I don’t know what he means by that, either.” You shake your head, unsure of what to say, that apparently Peter had no idea that you were devastated by your unrequited crush on him. “I always thought it was obvious…”

Peter laughs as a small bird starts attacking his shoe, and he takes a picture of that, too.

You always liked that Peter was good at photography. For one thing, it meant that he was great for asking to take pictures of special moments. And it was an easy way to get Logan to like him when you were both annoying children, and it was the only thing they had in common.

“Lettie. We have to tell him.” MJ is whispering, but you are so against that, you shake your head wildly.

Peter gives you a glance, momentarily perturbed, and you thumbs up at him. “That should be enough pics, right? Let’s go in.”

“One last one.” Peter turns the camera towards the three of you- a selfie- and MJ flashes bunny ears behind your head as she cutely poses, a pouty flirty look that comes so easily to her as a model, and you press your cheek to hers, grinning ear to ear.

Peter looks bemused as he turns the camera over. “Huh. Who would’ve thought MJ wasn’t the only model around here?”

“Are you referring to yourself?” You joke drily, but Peter shakes his head, and doesn’t quite respond. He stares at you for a moment before opening the door to the winery.

“Is he oblivious? Is it intentional? How can you flirt but not get it?” MJ rambles on when Peter is out of earshot, and shakes her head before going inside with you.

The winery is very cozy. There’s loads of vines coming through the ceilings, and they stretch into a gazebo where you can sit and look at the acres of grapevines outside. The garden is huge, and there’s also apparently a whole basement full of barrels of wine and other alcohol.

MJ loves it. She’s somehow never been to an Italian winery despite having been everywhere, and she takes great joy in telling you how it differs from a French one.

Then the owner himself, upon seeing how beautiful MJ is, you’re guessing, allows you to have multiple samples. Red wine, white wine, rosé, and something called limoncello?

“Must be nice to get freebies all the time.” You comment, sipping on some red wine, and MJ shakes her head.

“If you were more confident you’d be getting stuff too.” She huffs, and then Peter snickers.

“You guys didn’t notice the owner hasn’t said one word to me, huh?” He crosses his arms. “Pretty privilege is totally real.”

The idea that Peter finds you just as pretty as MJ, supposedly, causes you to down your little sample cup of wine way more quickly. MJ hoots, clapping her hands.

“That’s what I’m talking about. I’m done with this, you want it?” She hands her sample cup to Peter, who shrugs with a fuck-it attitude, and drinks it.

MJ is delighted by the taste of the limoncello sample. It’s a pretty yellow liquer made from fresh lemons, and it tastes like a citrusy candy, very tart and zesty. It’s unique, but you can tell from the small shot you’ve had of it, you’re a little tipsy. It’s like 30% alcohol- definitely crazier than the wine you had before.

MJ buys not one, but seven bottles of the limoncello, planning to serve it at her wedding, as it matches so well with the lemon garden of the villa- but she’s also bought a bottle to drink right now, at the beach.

Tuscany has gorgeous beaches that Florence apparently lacks- so she’s quick to suggest a beach trip before heading back to the Villa. The only problem is that nobody has brought a swimsuit.

“That’s what shopping is for, Lettie. Take back a souvenir or something.” MJ is looking at tons of skimpy bikinis at the shop you’re currently at, but you’ve seen her in even less than that, so that’s not what worries you.

It’s just that she looks amazing in everything, and even if you’re being toxic about this, you really don’t want to be a before-picture to MJ’s after-picture.

“When am I going to wear a swimsuit in the city?” You retort, but you still look through swimsuits, trying your best to pick out one pieces or two pieces that cover your middle. Very modest, hopefully flattering pieces.

But when you and MJ go into the change rooms- Peter waiting outside dutifully as a good male friend- she looks great in a white halter top bikini, white bottoms, and a pale blue, sheer sarong wrap skirt just for some coverage. It’s only her face that looks ticked off.

“Lettie, what the hell are you wearing?” She shakes her head, your attempts to explain falling on deaf ears. You are wearing a fully covered diving suit- only your hands, face, and feet are visible. “C’mon, it’s supposed to a hot girl summer. Not deep-sea diver summer.”

You laugh nervously at that, unsure of how to say that you don’t want your sedentary coding body out in the open.

“Peter, tell her.” MJ looks at him, and you look for his expression.

Peter looks deeply conflicted, and his eyes flit from you to MJ, before settling on his answer. “I think Howlett should wear what makes her comfortable?”

“You’re getting soft, Parker.” MJ warns with those steely green eyes, and she shoves you back into the change room.

You watch as random swimsuits come over the wooden door, and sigh before trying the first one on. It’s a green bikini with flared long sleeves- giving more a cute 70s vibe, except it’s too long for your limbs. You show this to MJ, and she laughs before shutting the door and telling you the next one would be better. Peter tilts his head, nonchalantly trying to get a better view, before MJ shuts the door, and she gives him a pointed look while he stares at the floor.

You finally try on what seems uber flattering on you. The bikini top is a nice neutral blue, and it fits you well without any straining or bulging of your flesh. In fact, it kind of smooths out what you would normally consider flaws- or MJ’s confidence is rubbing off on you a little. The bottoms are kinda modest- they’re not leaving everything hanging out, but they’re still bikini bottoms, in the same shade of blue.

You don’t know where your confidence has gone, honestly, because you look in the mirror and you see… you see a pretty girl. A woman. You don’t know why the last time you wore a swimsuit was five years ago.

“Lettie, c’mon out already!” MJ calls, and you step out tentatively on your sandals, wrapping a beach shawl with sleeves around you just because you don’t want to be straight up naked in the shop.

“Wow.” MJ gives you a soft look. “Why are you always covered up?”

“MJ-”

“No, I’m serious. You look really hot, and this isn’t a ten-year-friendship thing where I have to say that.” MJ maintains. “This is with the critical analysis of a model- you look amazing.”

“I agree with MJ.” Peter nods, but his eyes can’t manage to meet your own. He’s trying not to accidentally think too much about how you look, like the time when he was fifteen and he saw you in your bikini and then maybe-on-purpose saved that mental image for later- he’s going to really struggle at the beach if he continues that behaviour now- but it’s not fair, is it? That you somehow managed to have the perfect proportions that drive him crazy and yet you’re also just so funny and sweet and he might be obsessed with you? It’s really your fault, he thinks.

Peter clears his throat. “You look good, Howlett. Maybe those Logan genes are rubbing off on you?”

There’s a little more levity in the air as you ask, pretending to be outraged, if Peter is trying to fuck your dad.

Still, it’s that little comment, that you look good, that plays over in your head as you and MJ sit, Peter trying on his own swimsuits, and MJ says she needs to use the bathroom, so she’ll be back.

You knock on the door to tell Peter- and the door isn’t locked properly, so it nudges open, and for a split second you see Peter and his peter, and he’s stark naked but he quickly yanks his underwear back on- and you shut the door and shut your eyes, scandalized.

“...Sorry.” You call out. “I just wanted to say that MJ went to the washroom.”

“...That’s fine.” Peter says back, but that’s not really what you’re focused on, at all, and you feel like a guilty friend because you should have just yelled at him instead of knocking, and you should not be thinking about how hot Peter was naked, because it wasn’t his intention to show you that.

But he was hot, wasn’t he, he just had to secretly have abs and arm muscles that you don’t really remember the nerdy teenage iteration of Peter having, and you don’t want to get too into it, but it’s been a while since you were around a naked man, and you feel flushed. You’re taken off guard by how you feel- there’s a sudden urge to kiss him, all over, make his hair all askew, and you have to stop yourself. Be normal again.

You figure you’re both even for how he acted this morning.

Peter ends up buying a pair of swimming trunks that are covered in little sunshine sprites- he says it reminds him of Super Mario Sunshine. Interestingly enough, that game was all about a vacation to an Italian-like place, too.

MJ seems to notice the tension between the two of you- and she doesn’t comment on it, not at first. It’s when you’re by the gorgeous beach with the turquoise waters, that Peter is distracted by, that she finally asks.

“Now that he’s taking pictures. What’s up? Why aren’t you talking?” She sits on the picnic blanket next to you, and opens up the deli sandwiches and limoncello for your impromptu lunch/snack.

“I, uh- I don’t know how to say this without it sounding funny- but I accidentally saw him naked?” You groan and then bury your face in your knees. “I knocked on the door and it opened and-”

“You liked what you saw?” MJ canoodles up next to you, eager for more gossip.

You nod, and she punches you, to which you shriek “ow!”

“Don’t you get it? You still like him! I was so worried that your feelings were actually gone.”

“I didn’t think you were so invested.” You mutter, but MJ continues on.

“Of course I was! You would be so happy with him, I just… I know. No meddling.” MJ stops herself before she gets too far, and you’re still trying to get used to a world where it’s increasingly more obvious that you still like Peter, and more importantly, he likes you back. At least, you’re more sure than you were before- in the past, your crush on Peter was entirely based on what a great friend he was to you- and now, it’s not just the leading on of being close to you, it’s explicit flirting. It’s really obvious, even for you.

You wonder when things changed for him, and how much time you might’ve lost by being a dumbass. MJ hands you a glass of limoncello, and you’re welcome to it- you don’t want to be sober right now.

The beach feels suddenly huge when you can’t get an exact idea of the size. The limoncello hit far more quickly than you gave it credit for, and MJ has pulled you and Peter deep into the water, where you’re currently wading.

“No fucking way, shut up.” You are listening to MJ’s drunken spiel about how she’s going to do a perfect dive into the water, off of Peter’s back.

Peter is drunk, too- you can tell by the way he keeps leaning into you too much. Or maybe he’s using drunkenness as an excuse, but you yourself are too drunk to verify that theory. You’ve been aimlessly roaming around the water, the little grains of sand being pushed around in a haze mist as you kick your feet. It’s nice and warm, the beach water is refreshing and cool, and you love how vividly blue it is. Maybe even more blue considering that you can’t focus on it too well.

It’s also astoundingly clear- you’ve watched little fish swim around and seen other people under the water, which is crazy.

MJ clambers onto Peter’s back, and when he’s got her somewhat stable, she leaps off, and sure enough- a perfect dive. Her hair looks neon-red in comparison to the blue surrounding her underwater.

“Holy shit.” Peter runs his hands through his hair in shock, as MJ resurfaces. The water is up to your necks, which isn’t a lot, but Peter still mumbles that she could’ve drowned.

“Nah, no drowning out here. We all took swimming lessons as kids, I’m sure.” MJ snorts, and you know that she’s kind of an excitable drunk- Peter, on the other hand, is fairly quiet.

Until he jokingly pushes you into the water, and you lose your footing as it’s more deep than where you were originally standing- and because you’re too gone to really think properly, you let yourself sink under.

He dives in after you, and you look at him, too drunk to process whether you should swim up or if you should wait for Peter to do something. In the sunshine under the water, Peter looks especially beautiful- his brown hair is glowing and wafts through the miniscule waves, and his eyes twinkle as he grabs onto you.

Suddenly you’re hoisted into the air, in Peter’s arms, in a bridal-style carry, and he grins at you. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Peter.” You shake your head, feeling rather safe in his warm arms.

“Hope you’re not mad at me? It was all in good fun.” He grits his teeth, somewhat sheepish.

Before you can stop yourself, still kind of drunk enough that you can blame that state of mind, you lean in and kiss his cheek, and Peter looks kind of shocked- but he doesn’t look horrified, not like how your now sober thoughts are thinking he would’ve been. If anything, he looks kind of… happy? Satisfied.

“...Sorry- I shouldn’t-”

Before you can continue your sentence, Peter kisses your forehead, and now you know you’re done for. You can’t escape the feeling of loving him, so you just look at the sky, trying to drop the happy little smile on your face.

“It’s just a friendly kiss, Parker. To thank you for being my hero and all that.” You mutter, all shy now, and Peter just nods, getting that obnoxious, doofy look on his face that you like a lot.

“Uh huh. Sure.” And he decides instead of dropping you here, he wants to hold onto you for longer- you’re just so cute in how you’re refusing to look at him now. He also likes wrapping his arms around your waist and back and those deliciously svelte legs- Peter has no idea why your uniform of choice is often massive sweaters that cover you up.

Peter carries you to shore, and MJ snaps a picture on her phone, thinking that someday you two would thank her at your own wedding.

It’s very, very hard to just chill around Peter normally now, in the villa. Especially because you’re so used to thinking of him as your buddy- actually your former buddy considering you spent some time distancing from him- and now to be in that friendship again, but also kind of in love with him again, it’s a little too much for you to handle. You’re avoiding his eye contact a lot, but Peter is a very sly person and manages to corner you in the pantry.

“Hey.” He reaches above you, towards one of the many shelves that are in this pantry, and grabs a box of something- but he closes you in between his arms, and you look up in surprise before looking back down. Peter is kind of evil- he loves teasing you, watching how your expression seems to go through a million emotions, and he thinks that he really, really wants to kiss you here, just so he can watch your eyes widen and then do it again. He wants to kiss you until you can’t think straight.

But of course, Peter is a better person than that, and although he’s lightly teasing, flirting, seeing how far he can go- he will not do anything too out there until he knows you want to do it too. Aunt May did not raise an idiot, and right now he can tell you’re probably at your limit.

“Hey.” You repeat back, maybe a little more breathy and quietly. Your hair is still a little wet from your shower after the beach- you’re wearing PJs again, this time with shorts. Maybe short-shorts so Peter can get a better look at you.

“Just getting popcorn for the movie.” Peter isn’t saying anything that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for two strangers to say, but you hang onto every word, and he relishes in it. He hopes you never stop talking to him again- he just knows he’d be devastated.

“Ah. Cool.” You let Peter move a little, but you can tell his gaze is still on you, as you grab a bag of yogurt-covered pretzels. It’s literally the bare minimum of affection, and Peter walks next to you as you both leave the pantry, into the TV room, where an absolutely humongous flat-screen TV waits.

There are large L-Shaped grey couches and elaborately embroidered pillows everywhere, yet Peter chooses to sit next to you, and you can’t ignore that. Even Harry picks up on it.

“All these seats and you have to sit right next to Lettie, huh?” Harry chortles, mouth full of freshly popped popcorn. “I see you, Peter.”

“You’re still hungover. There’s at least half a foot of distance between us.” Peter estimates, using his hands to mimic how much distance there is, but his hand still purposeful brushes your thigh.

“Hungover? Please, I could be stoned out of my mind and still see how you’re trying to get into Howlett’s pants.” Harry snickers, and you feel your face turn warm.

“Guys. I’m still here.” You pull a blanket around yourself. “Have your body-count talks when I’m not around.”

“Sorry, Howlett.” Peter starts immediately, and before he can start his whole spiel about how you’re not just a body, which you already knew was coming anyways (if you were honest you would not mind being one of Peter’s bodies and the thought is both titillating and scary), MJ comes in her onesie and turns the TV on.

The movie is in Italian- you’re not even sure what the title means, Principessa dai Capelli D'oro, but you know it has something to do with a princess. She’s got shiny blonde hair, and a big poofy princess dress- and all the Italian men trying to woo her have thick curly black hair and mustaches and seem to want her especially because she’s blonde and different.

“This movie seems to be from the 70s, just based on the film quality.” Peter comments, but you’re not really focused on the movie at all. It’s playing, and you’re watching it, but you’re not really absorbing anything because you’re hyper-focused on every little movement Peter makes. Every rustle of his shirt as he inches closer to you, the movement of his hair against the couch’s pillow- it’s weird knowing that you’ve literally had innocent sleepovers with Peter as a kid and those same actions he’s done a million times before seem to have a new meaning- and you want to skirt closer, if not for the fact that MJ and Harry are right there.

Actually, you’re noticing now that MJ is doing her trademark stop it Harry noooo giggle which usually means that Harry’s face is in her hair and they’re about to start kissing, and from there it only gets more frisky and wild. You have many memories of accidentally being in the same room as them and witnessing things that should’ve stayed private, but you’re not exactly a prude, just a good friend.

Harry’s the one who seems to use sexual prowess as a personality, sometimes, and MJ likes being a bit of a trophy wife, even if she won’t quite admit it, and now she’s on his lap and Peter looks away. It’s kind of like a weird, real-life representation of what’s on both of your minds, and Peter gently combs back some of your hair behind your ear, and you think that you don’t want your first kiss with Peter to be here right now, because you’re kind of sappy and you want it to be private, so you pull back.

“I’m�� uh… I’m kind of tired.” You lie, and Peter nods, and there’s some genuine joy in your heart that he looks so accepting of that, even if you’ve essentially just rejected him for now. “Want the yogurt pretzels? I only ate like two anyways.”

“Sure.” Peter takes them and pops one in his mouth, and something about the way his jaw flexes and his tongue peeks out of the corner of his lips as he chews has you feeling goosebumps, a hot undercurrent running through you, and you excuse yourself and go upstairs to your bedroom.

You hardly sleep at all.

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jellonetta · 2 years ago

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That's when they say I lost my only friend PT. 1

OK so this was a veryyyy long request in the making but I decided to split is into two parts. I didn't want everyone to wait any longer for more and then forget about it so here is part 1 of 2.

Content for those who are wondering, in this story Sunny Day Jack and Joseph are the same person or entity in a way. The reader hasn't moved to the farmhouse yet but will be in the second part.

Part One is like the calm before the storm to put it like that.

Requested By @chibithewitch

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack | Joseph Haberdae x GN! Chubby! Vitiligo! Reader

TW: Minor Angst, Fluff, Some one-sided feeling(?)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

You can remember running outside with Hazel, your dog, without care. She chases, and you laugh in glee. Your family couldn't understand why they adore you over the others. Hazel loves them, but you seem like you were their favorite. Your older brother was quite jealous of your's and Hazel's bond. You think he envies it. Your family has started to take note of your relationship, too.

It's nothing special though. You just enjoy each other’s company.

Hazel has always been there for you. She understands you better than anyone. When you feel lost, or when something is bothering you, she's there. When you're sad, she'll sit right by you until you calm down. When you’re angry, she makes you feel safe. If someone hurts her, you protect her.

And if anything happens to you…well, she's going to look out for you just as well.

She's probably more protective than you are of yourself.

She seems to sense when someone is coming up behind her and is ready to defend you from any threat. She's an excellent fighter, but even she needs help sometimes. And when she gets scared, she's very aggressive. She's not a violent beast, but she's very sensitive to any form of negative emotion. She hates it when people hurt the ones she loves.

Even after your break up with Ian, she was there to comfort you. The trick she does best is licking your face. Whenever she tries, you laugh and try to wipe her saliva off. But it never works because she can still taste how salty you are. It's so gross. She licks it off your skin anyway before licking her lips clean. You don't mind, though. She's your baby and she means well. She's happy you're happy again.

Then you met him, Joseph Haberdae, and his ghost(?), alter ego(?), Sunny Day Jack.

Joseph was quite close off when you first met him. Picking up part-time at the yogurtopia, you never held so much sympathy for a person until you saw him in the work uniform. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitching when he had to say the store slogan.

A part of him must have died that day.

He looked miserable and you didn't want to make things worse. You tried talking to him. But his answers were dry and distant. Trying to maintain the brick wall he's putting up between you two. So you let it go. He was trying to deal with something. You respected that. He didn't need you interfering in his life. That would only make things worse, anyways. So you left him alone and focused on working.

But something just change one day he started a conversation, heck even cracked a few jokes. He was in a good mood, a great one at that. You liked it saying that he should smile more you remember seeing his face turning red and rolling his eyes before going ahead to restock the topping bins.

He was making an effort to make friends, even with his weirdly closed-off personality. After all, if his life were like yours, wouldn't he want to do the same?

And so you started hanging out with him. He was fun and funny. His jokes reminded you of a younger you, and you both shared moments of laughter. He was a great conversationalist and seemed comfortable with himself. Even though he didn't talk much, you appreciated being able to share some of your memories with him.

You worked together, and the next few months passed by peacefully. He was growing on you much more than you thought until you caught yourself talking about him to Hazel. Her eyes fill with wonder at this stranger who makes you smile like a love-sick middle school girl.

You weren't sure what happened.

Perhaps it was your newfound interest in romance and his friendly presence. Or maybe it was something else entirely. One thing was for sure though, Joseph wasn't leaving your mind anytime soon.

At least, that's what you told yourself when Joseph started acting distant. It bothered you to no end because you didn't want to lose the friendship you built. Especially when your relationship was already starting to grow strong.

But when you asked him what it was, he avoided the question. Instead, he said, "It’ll get better, (nickname). I promise." Which was the opposite of what you wanted him to say. In all honesty, you weren't sure what exactly made him upset. Maybe he was just tired. Who knows, maybe he just needed the time apart.

So when he offered to stay with you during his shift and you agreed, you assumed nothing would happen.

You were mistaken.

For once.

Something did happen.

Not long later, the three of you sat around the house. The two of you watched TV and chatted about random things, Hazel manage to bargain Joseph out of some head pats. It was not like he had much of a choice with her massive size. Then he reached out and grabbed your wrist. At the same moment he turned his head to you to ask what you were doing, he suddenly froze and began shaking.

You didn't know what was happening, but he looked terrified. Your eyes widen in concern as you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. He was frozen like a deer caught in headlights staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he was unable to utter a sound. The longer he stared at you, the paler he got.

Eventually, with one last squeeze of your hand, he collapsed on you.

You gently moved him back onto the couch and then immediately took your phone from where you had left it charging. You turned the volume all the way down on the tv. Hazel was quick to take action going into protective mode and looking around the room for danger.

“What just happened? Was he sick? Is something wrong with him?” Your mind was racing. How could this possibly be normal behavior for Joseph?

She continued growling until you ran toward her to check on her.

“Woah, woah, honey. Easy tiger. It’s okay.” You cooed rubbing her ears.

“It’s okay. Nothing is wrong with him. We’re fine. We’re gonna be just fine.”

The growl stopped, but her tail stayed down as she watched Joseph cautiously. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her fur remained in a defensive position. You didn’t blame her. You also didn’t understand what was happening either. But you were glad she calmed down.

"Hello, Sunshine!" A sudden voice caused you both to turn around and see Joseph.

"Joseph..?" You muttered.

"No, I'm Jack, Sunny Day Jack! I'm happy to finally meet you!" He said cheerfully.

His bright blue hair bounced slightly with every move he made. He smiled at you brightly. You didn't understand what the hell is going on. It looks like Joseph from the jawline to the way his hair is combed aside from being more neat than messy. The only difference is he looks like he was straight out of a kid's show.

What is going on? Did he somehow switch places with a different person?

You turned toward him to confirm what you thought.

To your surprise, however, the face wasn't unfamiliar at all. He was grinning widely at you, and although the expression was completely different than the Joseph you knew, it still felt familiar.

"Oh my!" Jack chuckled. "You don't recognize me?" He questioned, obviously amused.

You shook your head. "I guess it wasn't the best idea to introduce myself to a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger anymore, (nickname)! I'll tell you about the whole story sometime. For now, can call her off, it looks like I'm going to become her next chew toy."

And that is how you met Jack.

Of course, you're worried at first because you still haven't been able to figure out how he switched to Joseph. You asked him many times how he did it but you never received any answer. But he never gave you any reason to doubt his sincerity.

He's quite the character from his bright blue hair, and cute clown cosmetics, down to his comical clown shoes. He doesn't push things or force himself onto you. He knows that the way you deal with emotions is different from what he does. He respects your boundaries, but never pressures you into doing anything. He just waits for you to come around and open up when you want to. So you're thankful that he did this to you.

Joseph and Jack were quite the duo with the clashing aesthetics, personality, and even the way they talk it was hard to say it was the same person. Jack loved to listen to music and Joseph was fascinated with comic books. You've learned that Joseph is a bit of a coffee addict. He'd always make a double shot and drink it while sitting at the bar counter.

He's been addicted ever since his college days he says.

As for Jack, he enjoyed cooking. You didn't know why he was interested in cooking. But he can make anything edible. But despite his talent in cooking, he rarely cooked for himself. When he cooked for you, it was always homemade meals. He never bought ingredients. You always had to buy them for him.

You couldn't cook for shit sometimes. But hey Jack make some bomb-ass blueberries pancakes.

Jack would laugh and you'd join in, You were happy. And the atmosphere was lightening up and that's when you realized.

You've forgotten how love felt you were.

And it felt wonderful.

You didn't realize you were smiling so wide and you didn't notice that you had gotten lost in the moment. You were brought back into reality when you heard Jack clear his throat. You looked up at him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed lightly.

"You know...you're very pretty when you smile like that.." he spoke quietly, averting your gaze.

You blinked at the sudden compliment. You honestly didn't expect to hear that from him. You never considered that anyone would think of you as attractive.

You were shocked.

"Really?! I never realized...." you trailed off.

"I mean...it's true. And Joseph seems to enjoy your company. I never understood why."

"Because I'm nice and sweet!" You smiled softly at him. "But yeah, I enjoy your company too..."

You didn't realize that was true, but you kind of liked that too. There's nothing wrong with having him enjoy your company, right?

But you were scared your last relationship left you in ruin. You were afraid you were going to fall in love again and have a repeat of the past. You didn't want it to happen again. It's hard enough knowing what happened to you before. You never want to be reminded of your past mistakes again.

And yet here he was with his hands around yours and his body pressed close to yours. If there was anything you were certain of, it was that you wanted more.

Thank you For Reading! <3 Stay in tune for part two!

Request are Open

#jellonetta drabbles #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #sunny day jack x gn!reader #sunny day jack x gn reader #sunny day jack #self insert #gn!reader #x gn!reader #x black!reader #x black!gn!reader

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teeth-cable · 1 year ago

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You want to know how stupid the Helluva fandom is?

People still think Loona is a teenager. Like even if you missed Vivziepop's age confirmation they: sell sexy merch, nobody thinks Tex is a teen, Loona can drink alcohol in a show made by Americans, is at I.M.P. during the day and she has been adopted for at minimum 5 years.

Like did people legit forget about the sexy merch?

Though I will agree that they do write her weirdly because it seems that just by her behavior she's at max been stuck with Blitzo for 2 years.

Like she never calls him dad and is acting like she's in the phase "UGH YOUR NOT MY REAL DAD," and somehow she didn't make any friends for 5 years after she was put in a safe environment? Like Hell does apparently have an education system due to the cut Charlie comic so what's going on?

Also does that mean Loona never attempted to go outside by herself without Blitzo. I get he is overprotective but he had a job that he couldn't bring Loona too judging by the photos in his phone and mentioning he used to go after hellborns. We know she got a human disguise without Blitzo knowing somehow so....

Like what has Loona been doing besides working at I.M.P. for the past 5 years?

Like a way to fix this is something called adult adoption. Blitzo could find a homeless Loona and take her in which would fix a lot of plot holes.

And like when they write her in a way that makes sense they always find a way to undercut it. She shows up to hang out with Vortex which tells us the audience they are still on good terms despite Loona having a crush. They are mature about it and its her social awkwardness fucking her over with other people. Then Bee shows up who is being genuine and kind to her Loona acts like a bitch for no reason. I think we are supposed to think she's jealous but like its not clear. And even if it is she knew Vortex had a girlfriend ahead of time and even if she didn't know Bee was gonna be there one would assume Tex would bring his gf to a party. Even if you didn't know she was Bee. Like Loona is allowed to be slightly jealous but she isn't allowed to treat Bee like that.

Like Vortex is Loona's only friend and she isn't at least going to try to be nice to someone important to him.

Like Vortex never even told Loona to cool it or defend Bee so I'm confused about what's going on with him. Like realistically if I brought someone to come hang out with my friends and they acted like Loona we would be having a serious conversation or I'd drop them because like your giving this person a chance and they disrespect your loved ones immediately. If the show had good writing Vortex would pull Loona aside immediately.

Like Loona literally is acting like a child in this.

Then Loona acts like one again because she cares more about having fun than checking if her father is ok. Like Bee had to threaten her to check on Blitzo. I know Vortex probably doesn't know her situation but if I was him I'd think Loona and Blitzo hate each other or something.

Then Loona has the gall to act like she cares about Blitzo at the end suddenly? Its even more ruined by Seeing Stars. Like I feel there's two versions of Loona and the writers can't pick which one is the actual one. Like sometimes Loona actually acts her age and seems like a character with a hard shell but a softie but other times she doesn't act like an adult and is just bitchy for no reason. And it sucks because i love the former characterization but it gets dragged down kicking and screaming due to the latter.

I did read fan theory that Loona was originally a teenager but they changed it so they could use her as furbait and sell sexy merch.

And you know what a lot of plot holes and issues would be solved if she was around Octavia's age.

Like she can't go to the human world because she's a kid

Explains Blitzos protectiveness

Makes her bitchy attitude less egregious

Also explains why she's not in a lot of eps because she's at school

Would get rid of her inconsistent writing

But it would have to be before the pilot when this concept happened because they literally had her drinking and possibly get syphilis (im aware it can be inherited but since the show is a raunchy comedy...).

I actually don't blame the fandom for thinking she's a teenager. The lewd side of fandom is just a small part of it. As someone who is critical of HB, I easily forget too, Loona is supposed to be 22 and not a teenager because of how much the show treats and write her as one.

Almost all of her actions can be explain by trauma but I am very hesitant to say this because the times Viv has used trauma is to excuse characters’ terrible actions and she never hinted at Loona's trauma in Season 1.

But still, it can explain why she only stays with Blizto, never straying, it t’s because she doesn't feel comfortable being in public by herself. She had to stay in a crowded pound with Hellhounds who were jerks and mean to her through her life until she was 17. Loona doesn't like hanging around people because she's scared they will hurt her plus Blitzo can protect her. Blitzo is a person she can retreat to for safety so it’s important she has him around if something bad happens. People who have PTSD and trauma from abusive households tend to stay away from crowded areas because it's unpredictable and triggering for them also people with trauma tend to be closed off and distant towards others. The only reason why Loona went to the party is because Tex was there, another person she can rely on. If he wasn't there, Loona would have stayed home. It also would explain why Loona treated Bee like a bad person. Trauma can cloud your perception of others and second-guess them. Or maybe Loona got scared that Bee would take Tex away from her for the whole party, making her lonely in an environment and with people she doesn't know and she didn't feel safe with. Trauma make people act out and think irrationally to protect ourselves from experiencing the same form of trauma again or dealing more of it.

I wish Viv did relate Loona's actions in this EP to her trauma instead of making her jealous of Bee because she still has a crush on Tex. It downgrades her character into a petty teenager and doesn't make sense because Loona knew Tox for a few hours before he told her he had a girlfriend so she already knew and time has passed, why would she still have crush? Also if Viv did hint at Loona's trauma in this EP, it could be use as foreshadowing for Loona's pound scene in Season 2 and wouldn't make her trauma come out of nowhere.

It's very obvious, the writers have different versions of Loona and they can't pick a single one to stay with. I rather take this EP version of Loona who acted like a petty teenager and randomly felt affection for Blitzo than Seeing Stars’s Loona where she was an abuser to him.

#꧁rambles꧂#helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #➥Asks

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winifred-stormborne · 22 days ago

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Genshin OC Headcanons

I continue to be very autistic for my own OC, so here's some headcanons and silly stuff regarding Winifred's feelings and relationships with other Genshin characters :3

Tartaglia

COME ON YOU ALREADY KNOW I HAD TO START WITH MY LITERAL FAVORITE CHARACTER AND MAKE HIM INTEGRAL TO WINIFRED'S STORY

Oh their relationship is very complicated indeed, enemies to lovers type deal

Actually more like friends to crushes to betrayal to Winifred being scared shitless of him for awhile while he tries to charm his way back into her heart type deal

Okay but before all of that, they were joined at the hip for the majority of Winifred's stay in Liyue during the whole Morax murder situation

Winifred definitely didn't trust him at first, but his strange personality absolutely won her over very quickly

Low-key she was too blinded by her crush to realize how sketchy he actually was

But that's okay because he ended up really liking her back on accident

This man spoiled her while they were in Liyue. Where do you think she got the silk flower from?

HE JUST KEPT BUYING HER SNACKS CAN YOU BLAME HER FOR FALLING FOR HIM????

His nickname for her is "Stormy" and while she hates that nickname now, she'd low-key give anything to hear it in an endearing way again

Tartaglia being Tartaglia, he absolutely used that nickname against her when they fought in the Golden House

But Tartaglia being Tartaglia, battle is a weirdly intimate thing for him and though betraying Winifred hurt a little bit for him, he's trying so hard to understand the pain it caused her so he can make things right again

He keeps writing her letters and addressing her as "Stormy" in them, and sending her snacks from Snezhnaya HE'S TRYING OKAY??

She'd never admit it, but she misses his scarf. She'd always try to steal it to wear it when they were in Liyue

She has a habit of wagging her tail when she's happy or blushing, and because she wears a fricking bell on the end of her tail, her crush on him was far from subtle

But that's okay because he finds the tail wagging to be cute

GOD THE ANGST BETWEEN THEM IS SO PALPABLE PLEASE-

Don't worry, after shit happens in Fontaine, they're okay <3

Kaeya

KAEYA AND WINIFRED ARE BESTIES OKAY

She doesn't make the best drinking partner thanks to her low tolerance, but that does not stop her from trying to one up Kaeya every time

She just keeps falling over after like 2 drinks and Kaeya finds it absolutely hilarious

Kaeya is Winifred's mentor, but seriously, you would never be able to guess with how much they just hang out and drink together like besties

She actually used to have a big ass crush on Kaeya before she met Tartaglia because UGH

UNREQUITED LOVE Y'ALL

He loves her in his own way, just not romantically

But that's okay, she got over her crush and is just thankful to have him in her life

No but seriously, these two would die for one another

He's actually extremely protective of her, especially after the Liyue shenanigans

Sort of a "Anything you do to her, I'll do to you" type thing

Meanwhile Winifred is just adorable trying to be a little mini Kaeya

Even though she uses a polearm, she tries to mimic Kaeya's movements with a sword in combat

It's adorable because she also tries to mimic his posture and poses to look intimidating

BUT SHE'S TINY AND HE KEEPS USING HER AS AN ARMREST HELP

One of her favorite things is stargazing with Bennett, Razor, and Fischl, and Kaeya will do his best to join them if his knightly duties allow him the time to do so

And of course, these two are a dynamic duo when it comes to messing with Diluc

Kaeya taught her well >:3

He also has a nickname for her, "Winnie," and she hates it

Seriously, she tries to jump him every time he calls her that

It's a love kind of hate tho

Bennett, Razor, and Fischl

Oh no, these guys are fun

Winifred would kill everyone in Teyvat for these three, she loves them to pieces

She was brought into the Guild at a young age, a few years older than Bennett, so they bonded HARD

She does not care for whatever unluckiness Bennett is cursed with, she will join him on any adventure at any time

THAT IS BASICALLY HER ADOPTIVE BROTHER SHE ADORES HIM AND WANTS TO PROTECT HIM

SHE LITERALLY WEARS A YELLOW BANDANA AROUND HER TAIL LIKE THE ONE BENNETT HAS ON HIS ARM

Doesn't matter that Fischl has a family to go home to, these guys grew up together and Winifred sees her like a baby sister

She is more than happy to indulge in Fischl's fantasy roleplays, often playing the role of big scary dragon villain for her cuz omg

Winifred is low-key bros with Oz too, they babysit Fischl together

And Razor oh my God, Winifred took him in with open arms so fast

The poor kid needs attention 24/7 and fits in just right with the rest of the crew

They're all just a bunch of misfits who have each others' backs okay?!?!

IT DOESN'T MATTER THEY DON'T SHARE BLOOD WINIFRED CALLS THEM HER LITTLE SIBLINGS AND THEY LOVE HER LIKE A BIG SISTER

They are the only ones who are allowed to call her by a nickname, and that name is "Freddy"

Seriously if anyone else calls her that, she'll jump them

Oh lord did they get into shenanigans all the time as kids

Pranking the knights, trespassing on Dawn Winery to pick grapes, adventuring further than they'd be allowed to because Winifred felt that confident in her ability to keep them safe being a dragon and whatnot

Oh and you know damn well they meet up at the Cat's Tail to hang out with Diona and play Genius Invocation

Literally none of them are good at the game but who cares they're having fun

They're Winifred's closest sense of family in Mondstadt so seriously if any harm happens to these kids, someone is going missing

#genshin #genshin impact #tartaglia #childe #kaeya alberich #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #genshin bennett #genshin razor #genshin fischl #genshin headcanons

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silverhallow · 2 years ago

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How do you think the in laws bond? I would like to think phillip and michael would become friends even though they could not be more opposite. Sophie and Kate were the only female in laws for almost a decade. I hope they would get along.

Sooo spouses…. I’m just doing a selection because I’ve got NO idea what Penelope would be like with any of them really…

Kate and Simon

being the two to marry into the family first and they marry the eldest male and female… and Simon being Anthony’s best friend get one well, I think Kate would want to know all about her husband and Simon loves seeing his best friend completely whipped!

Kate and Sophie.

Best friends. Their husbands are close. There is no way on god's green earth they would not be close.

Sophie and Simon I think would bond over their incredibly sub par childhoods and Simon helps Sophie adapt to life in the ton and he would do anything to protect her: Sophie was terrified when she first met him because he’s a duke!!! But he just smiles at her and once he hears about her treatment he actually takes her aside and promises to look after her… i actually have written a story in regency where Simon walks Sophie down the aisle.

Sophie and Phillip…

Phillip becomes Sophie’s favourite after he saves her Son. Kate tries to be upset but she knows how much Sophie loves her babies and how close they came to losing Charlie as a baby so the news… Anthony however isn’t as happy with the news! But I think they would just chuckle at their spouses and she helps him with the Bridgerton’s.

Phillip and Michael.

Weirdly end up very close. No one expected it but at Christmas they’re hanging off one another a bit drunk and once Phillip helps Michael with his Malaria and gives him the Willow Bark Tea… Mike adopts him as his brother and given their wives are born a year apart they start spending April together so their wives can continue to celebrate their birthdays together.

Michael and the girls…

The girls adore Michael and it really annoys their husbands when he flirts with him and they do rather like it when they’re jealous because it usually means that they’re wild and they reap the rewards but asides from that I think they genuinely get on with him. They enjoy his stories and Kate and Mike bond over India and his time there. Sophie sees how in love Mike is with Fran. It's what draws Sophie in and she sees through his demeanour and that’s the real charm about it.

Lucy, Sophie and Kate:

I think Sophie and Kate would take Lucy under their wing, Sophie and Kate totally mortified at what Lucy was going to be put through and what her Uncle did to her. Kate already adored Lucy but she fills Sophie in and as someone who knows what it’s like to have shit relatives sits with Lucy and helps the younger girl and the three become very close.

Lucy and Gareth:

I think Lucy and Gareth would be close given how close Greg and Hyacinth are. Gareth ignores his wife when shes saying some mean things about Lucy but when she realises what she’s been through and when Gareth hears about it he just walks out and greets Lucy and welcomes her into the fold…

And he spends the next 10 years laughing as she’s always pregnant.

#Ask ash #Bridgerton #Bridgerton wives #sophie beckett #kate sharma #phillip crane #Michael stirling #Simon Basset #lucy abernathy #gareth st clair

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kyaramaru · 2 years ago

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Oyo Siblings Headcanons!

Art by @keiasik_00 on Twitter

Who are the Oyo Siblings? The Oyo Siblings consists of Luca Kaneshiro, Alban Knox, and Yotsuha Umise from Nijisanji as they were all drawn by their Mama, @ohyg3 on twitter and has been steady growing in popularity in the Niji Eastern fanbase after Yotsuha and Luca interacted with each other several times. There are plenty of headcanons and fanart on twitter, but here are some of my own:

Luca Kaneshiro:

Extremely overprotective over the two of them. He’s the type to go over board whenever he thinks is necessary. Sometime when Alban goes on his nightly heist, Luca’s men are there. Whether they are in the way or not depends on the situation, but Alban appreciate the gesture anyways. Other times, Yotsuha notices suspicious people carefully following her during school. It took a while but she managed to convince Luca to stop, since they can usually stand out.

Easily over reacts to any situation. One time Yotsuha told Luca she’ll be going out with her “girlfriends” and he proceeded to panic over it the entire day when in reality she was only hanging out with Ponto and Muyu. Luca spent the whole day crying too Ike and Shu about how much Yotsuha has grown up and how he can no longer protect her anymore.

While extremely over protective over who Yotsuha hangs out with he doesn’t mind the Volcation boys especially Kanato. Due to their similarities growing up in the mafia and being blond golden retriever boys, they sometimes get along too well. Once Luca even made the Lucubs pack lunch for him as well. Yotsuha sometimes gets annoyed cause she brought Kanato over to play games with her not Luca lol.

Alban Knox:

He isn’t as close to them as they are each other due to his rough upbringing and loss friend from back in the future, never really having a stable family. Luca and Yotsuha never really ever tells him straight up but they make sure to constantly bother him to ensure this isn’t true.

Sometimes he come back from paid jobs all bruised up with the scariest stare ever, only too see him open his packed lunch made with hot dog octopuses and cute little dino nuggies packed by the Lucubs courtesy of Luca. Sometimes Yotsuha tries to help but what’s left is a failed attempt at rolled eggs and weirdly cut hot dogs

Usually leave trinkets he stole for Yotsuha and Luca. For Yotsuha, she usually gets harmless items like pins or keychains he think she’ll like. For Luca, they can be a little more extreme, like a stole gem or rival mafia’s files. Once Yotsuha wore earrings that Alban “got” for her and Hibari (being a thief) pointed out the similarities of the earring with the one stolen by Alban. Needless to say Yotsuha no longer brings anything too flashy out. Luca on the other hand, LOVES showing off the trinkets given to anyone and everyone he can.

Yostuha Umise:

Yotsuha’s family (not including Luca and Alban) keeps old records of their family past in nearly worn out books that you can barely read. Yotsuha, once out of curiosity, looked through these books with much interest. She would never tell Luca, that she found a nearly faded photo of him ripped head up with the word ‘traitor’ over what was left following his disappearance to the current present.

Everyone around Yotsuha (VOLTACTION, Ranunculus, Luca, Alban, Etc) tries to hide their second life around her despite everyone else already knowing each other's own secrets. Needless to say she isn’t as obvious as she seems but makes no moves too tell them she’s aware of what’s going on in the Nijisanji Headquarters. (She does eventually tells them when the Lucubs attempt to escort her during Nijisanji Koshien though).

Due to being a virtual student under Nijisanji, she doesn’t live with her family but rather in the dorms provided, as such they aren’t aware of Luca and Alban being related to them due to unusual circumstances. The only person actually aware of this is their mama, who strangely seems to never age. However Yotsuha has no intention of telling her family that a certain thief and mafia boss are her relatives due too both of their crimes lol.

General Headcanons:

Alban, Luca, and Yotsuha aren’t exactly siblings but rather distant relatives many years apart from each other. The Kaneshiro would eventually merge into the Umise through an arranged marriage which would fall from glory and result in just a regular family. Many years down the line the Umise family would join in with the Knox family before falling to the cataclysm that would lead to Alban’s future.

Yotsuha currently lives in the dorms provided at her school but started crashing in Luca’s apartment recently due to it being nicer. Alban lives alone but can’t pay his bills as often anymore as he’s trying to steal less, so recently he also crashes over at Luca’s. Of course Luca, who’s trying to regrow his mafia again, always accepts them with open arms despite being busy.

Sonny is like the unofficial in-laws of the family. Alban introduced Sonny and Luca once, thinking they won’t get along only for them to get along a little too well for an (unhinged) officer and mafia boss. Yotsuha doesn’t personally know Sonny herself but met him once during at Nijisanji Waterpark, understanding that Sonny is a friend of Alban and Luca. Now Sonny acts like an uncle of hers and watch over her when Alban and Luca can’t. I also like to think he helped Luca attempt to cook for them at first only to leave the duties to the Lucubs instead.

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moecartoons · 2 years ago

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I thought it very important for you to know my dinner is apparently orange themed with cheetos and orange chicken dbdjjdjd but ANYWAY

Hc on Matt's relationship with Creech, Shari, and Slider?

Send me anything? [Open]

Feel the Orange 🍊 Taste the Orange 🧡 xDD

🏎️I hc Matt and Creech having a very close relationship despite how little time they may be together. They just sort of weirdly click. Creech is incredibly nice and the type of person Matt just wants to be nice towards. She brings out the best in him somehow. He doesn't tease her too much, and it's not necessarily bc he doesn't think she can handle it.

She's kind of like a sister to him that he just wants to hang out with and protect. She also has a lot on her plate while being so young. Maybe the youngest Cybersite ruler he's met so far? She has a big heart and takes things with a graceful seriousness. That race meant a lot to her and she still talks about it a lot. How much pressure it was not to fail again and how grateful she is to the Cybersquad.

🪄 For Shari, I hc she's actually not romantically interested in Matt but is just overly affectionate. She gives all her friends little pecks on the cheek to show gratitude. Sadly, he thought she was and is a touch heartbroken over it for a while. After they talk it over, he still wants to be her friend and they stay very close.

Shari's the type to shower people with compliments, it's just who she is. Even without the romantic connotations, it means a lot to Matthew, and is somehow both a great ego boost and incredibly humbling. You do not want to disappoint someone like Shari.

🛹 WHERE do I even begin with Slider. Hatred. Jealousy. Confusion. Admiration. Adoration. Annoyance. More Jealousy. UGH. His biggest enemy, crush and least toxic guy friend rolled up in one.

I hc Matt has a lot of guy friends back on Earth who are just not great influences on him. Some of them are good kids, but as a group they're the type to take "boys will be boys" for granted. Combined with his father's influence, you have Matt from early Cyberchase.

Slider's the type of guy to quietly take on Matt's competitive nature and win or lose, shake his hand afterwards. Or probably fist bump, hehe. Slider doesn't entertain Matt's nastier, jealous side, in fact straight up ignores it sometimes. Which really gets Matt's goat. He's also not afraid to tell Matt to cut it out.

Matt cannot help but envy how Slider seems to take everything with a grain of salt, everything just rolls off that dude's back. Some stuff just ain't worth his time, worth thinking about, and Matt wishes so bad he could be like that. He's just a bit too loud when he tries not to care. It's obvious.

TANGENT ASIDE-... Matt's known some of his Earth friends for years, but he probably knows infinitely more about Slider. The guy's a surprisingly open book, when it comes to both the bad and the good.

It takes a bit, but Matt mellows out. Maybe a year later realize how big a crush he has on Slider... slowly grows out of it since Slider also seems disinterested in any relationships. [Girls. Guys. They're all throwing themselves at him and he's just not into it. Influenced by your hc ofc ;3]

tyy

#My Asks #My Hcs #Cyberchase #Matt #Creech #Shari #Slider #Sometiems I worry my answers are too long so I cut myself off so I hope you don't mind bestie <3

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acowardinmordor · 2 years ago

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It’s not as if they stop seeing him at all. Steve still practices basketball with Lucas. He has dinner with Dustin and Claudia. He’s invited when the Byers have a get-together.

Sometimes that seems worse.

If he was never around them, he wouldn’t have to be met with all the reminders of how often they don’t want him there. He also would never have had the chance to ask them — sideways and backwards and slyly — if something had happened. He thought maybe they were being nice to him since they knew about his headaches. Or protective of Eddie, who still got the occasional can thrown his way. Maybe they were trying to be considerate after Steve bitching at them for years about being their babysitter and chauffeur.

It wasn’t any of that though. The kids wanted to hang out with Eddie. Full stop.

So Steve offered up his house for Hellfire, figuring he can be nearby, even if he isn’t necessary. He can have snacks and drinks, and yeah, that’s babysitting by another name, but it’s better than nothing. The kids are always whining when he does see them about how they need a new place to host. Steve was helping. Trying to.

Eddies voice is strangled and his face is crunched up weirdly when Steve mentions it. They’re in Family Video, it’s a quiet day, and Hellfire is meant to meet tomorrow.

But instead; “yeah, the other guys just… really wouldn’t want to be there.”

Which means its probably another scar left from being a dickhead in high school. His reputation or his actions once again biting him in the ass. Only reason the kids like him — liked him? — is because they didn’t really know him before 84. Except for Mike, who has never been a fan of Steve. Mike, who knew him when he still got called King.

So, okay. Steve needs to make up for it. It’s fine if the kids want to hang out with Eddie. Steve wants to hang out with Eddie, so it makes sense. Eddie’s friends know that something happened over spring break, they know that Steve brought Eddie to the hospital, and they know that there is more than they’ve been told. They only know Steve as his asshole self.

It stings a bit that the kids or Eddie haven’t convinced them to give him a chance. It’s not their job to do it though. Steve is used to repairing burnt bridges by this point. He knows how to make apologies and get his foot in the door so he can prove that he’s changed. He hates it. But he knows how.

Except it doesn’t work.

He still has Robin. He’ll always have Robin.

But piece by piece, ride by ride, movie binge by by family dinner by game night by post-nightmare phone call, it gets painfully clear. In person everyone puts on a good show of being happy to see him, but they pull away fast. They cut off comments they start, and never loop back. It’s a softer, sweeter, slower version of it, but Steve has been on the other side enough times to recognize that he’s the one that doesn’t fit the group, so they’re removing him from it.

After a barbecue where Steve spent the whole time (not really) talking to Joyce and Hop, only getting a few quick sentences saying hi and bye from the rest of the group, it’s easier to stop trying.

He could lean back on old habits and bribe them to stay his friend. He doesn’t. He won’t. In high school he didn’t understand that’s what he was doing. Now he’d know they didn’t really want to be there.

He still has Robin, and he loves her. She makes life brighter. He should be grateful to have even one person that wants to be his friend. He should be grateful that he got the time with the party that he did.

Instead, he sits awake at night, hating himself for wishing the Upside Down would come back long enough that they might keep him nearby again.

oh hey I wrote some more. it fixed nothing, but eventually.

Steve realizing that the kids are asking him for rides less and less, having Eddie transport them instead. So he offers his house up for their DND, only to have it turned down because "Yeah the other guys just.. really wouldn't want to be there." He keeps trying, but at some point trying to make himself included felt more tiring than anything else.

#You Left Me - You Miss Me #mini fic #I guess?#I did not make it better #I pretty distinctly made it worse #ps I have never written a reliable narrator in my life #maybe the others have good reasons #but Steve doesn’t know about them

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hexellent · 11 months ago

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Anonymous asked: [Weighing Pros and Cons]

❣ Because I just want to hear you talk about you lovely OCs!

Pros:

Actually quite likes kids. He naturally wants to care for them and protect them, and is way more likely to spoil them with treats and snacks.

Very observant. He listens very well, and tends to take note of things you like or are into and makes note of them. Especially when it comes to food. He wants to show his love in other ways when he struggles to fully express himself. He loves deeply despite his past.

Devoted, and incredibly so. He wants nothing more than to make the person he loves happy, and is incredibly uninterested in anyone else if he does have a partner.

Cons:

Trauma out the ass that you have to contend with. He knows he has problems, and understands if someone doesn't want to be around him when his PTSD manifests awfully like with nightmares, depressive episodes, and panic attacks.

A bit of the possessive and jealous type. He wants his devotion reciprocated, even if he doesn't say it, and does not take kindly to someone hitting on or getting too friendly with their partner if they aren't explicitly a friend/family. He becomes rather clingy and grumpy in response.

He can be rather closed off on bad days, being quite snippy and quick to snap when in a bad mood or overstimulated. He knows he does it, but can't stop the responses when they happen. He tries to apologize when he's regulated himself, but in the midst, he can sound harsh.

Pros:

Always looking on the bright side, and very understanding and lenient to mistakes (sometimes to her detriment). Her generally sunny disposition and bubbly personality make it a bit hard for you to get on her bad side. She's quite forgiving.

Can and will carry you everywhere, requested or not. She likes showing off her strength every once in awhile, she's rather proud of it! Her speed as well.

She can heal, both medicinally and magically. So if you're ever hurt, she is more than willing and capable of patching you up no problem!

Cons:

Can get quite carried away when excited. She gets an idea in her head and ends up so enamored by it that she gets ahead of herself and pushes boundaries on accident. She feels horrible after, but her impulse control struggles here and there.

A little airheaded and overly trusting. She's constantly thinking and it's quite distracting, so she ends up spacing out and missing things entirely. This leads to her giving the others the benefit of the doubt often, and trusting them easily.

Her trauma sort of manifests weirdly, as there are a lot of things she just sort of pushes down and tries not to think about from her past. Unfortunately, when something does trigger her, the effect is instant and intense. Needles, for instance, don't freak her out by themselves, she uses them herself. But if you were to try to stick her with one, she might freak out and involuntarily attack or run away.

Pros:

When she loves, its deeply. Despite her openly flirty behavior, she is very in love with and devoted to every partner she has. Very physically affectionate and likely gonna hang all over you.

You have the literal protection of a goddess on your side. He, for the most part, will take care of you and anything you need under any means available to him. He's almost motherly to an extent.

Perfect cuddling buddy. Squishy and soft and warm and willing to be either the big or little spoon.

Cons:

Nomadic. She can't stand to stay in one place for super extended periods of time. Of course, they'd want you to go with them, but they can't stay in one spot forever.

A partier and extremely extroverted. It's a pretty adventurous life being with her. She is unwilling to change who she is. This include's her highly emotional state of being.

Polyamorous and unwilling to change this as well. He is aware that most people aren't this way, but he refuses to limit any part of themselves.

#and the cards read as such {ic}#look to the stars for what you seek {answered}#it’s my problem if i want to pack up and run away {muse: diego}#if the sunset came alive {muse: rose}#i just wanna find a god and hope she loves me too {muse: kass}#anonymous

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years ago

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Tutor: Party - Rafe Cameron

Words: 8k+ Type: Smut (but with a little angst) Summary: You go to that party with Kristy and let Rafe know. Warnings: Fem!Reader. Dark!Rafe [mentions coke, beating up people, and being possessive]. Mentions of alcohol consumption, poker, drugs, blood, being beaten up, fights [non-descriptive], and someone looking at y/n's cleavage. SECRET RELATIONSHIP. Y/N's friends hate Rafe. SMUT {risk of getting caught, no protection, ROUGH sex, piv sex, mirror sex, under the influence (Rafe), dacryphilia, praise kink, size kink if you squint, possession kink, rough handling, and hair pulling} From this request

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As you expected it to happen, you had to wait days to see Rafe again. You two texted whenever you could. You had classes for the rest of the week, had to tutor Wheezie at the end of each day, and were held hostage to watch movies with your parents every night before bed. Not that you don’t like to spend time with your parents, but, for these last few days, you felt like you didn’t have any time for yourself - let alone any time for Rafe to ever sneak inside your bedroom.

It was depressing.

Kristy eventually did tell you which party the girls decided to go to while having lunch together, and you texted that exact information to Rafe. You didn’t know what the text would do to change his plans, but you sent it anyway.

You expected guilt at any point of your days. The guilt of not telling the truth to your mom or dad, or (especially) to Kristy and the girls. You expected to feel something due to how you’ve been going for weeks on constant lies about your whereabouts, who you’re texting, and what you’re thinking about when weirdly going silent. But that something never came, ever.

Firstly, you thought that maybe the entire reason why you wouldn’t feel guilty was because of Rafe. You like being near him at all times, and you like to think about him at all times too. Deep down, you know that if there was ever the possibility of your parents or the girls finding out the truth, there would be no more Rafe. They would probably lock you in the basement and plan to fly you off the country. They hate him. All while you like him more, and more with each day. Therefore, whenever you're with him, you don't even notice that you're doing something bad.

Rafe has a different mentality when it comes to the two of you. He doesn’t ever plan on telling anything about you to anyone - even though he has gotten close to telling Topper one time while very, very high - but he does, in a way, like the position you’re in. It excites him. You can’t be seen with him. You're the goody two shoes and the perfect girl, yet the exact same one that cums around his dick whenever he calls her his.

Not wanting anyone else to know is something the two of you can agree on, yet your reasons only match once: You two don’t want to stop seeing each other. But while you sometimes find yourself suffering in the thrill of ever being caught, or the idea of anyone's face whenever they find out, Rafe thrives on it. Deep down he wants people to know how he can dirty your perfect image, to go from the perfect girl to his perfect girl at the snap of his fingers. He has you wrapped around his finger, and he never plans on getting you off.

It has only been an hour since you got to the party with your friends. Rafe knows because he saw you coming in. The party is mostly kept on the outside of the house as most of the doors inside are locked to keep people away from the bedrooms. He saw you walk with your usual group of friends, arm crossed with one of the girls - one he assumes to be Kristy.

The crowds you two hang out with are different. So different that they even hang out at different areas of the party. Your crowd stays on the grass, near the drinks and music. Rafe’s crowd stays on the porch, near a table with its usual white residue and many, many beers. And this distance is bad for the two of you as there’s no way for you to sneak away without one person seeing.

Rafe can still see you from where he sits, though. He’s playing poker with Topper and a bunch of other guys. Rafe can’t name half of the people that are with him, but he recognizes the faces. People like to randomly talk to him sometimes, but he’s starting to get a little too drunk and too high to really keep up with them patiently. He has also won 2 games already and can’t seem to wipe away his smile while Topper grows annoyed.

His eyes move over to you whenever it’s not his turn to play, watching as you stand in the distance beside Kristy while holding a drink in your hands. You’re deep into conversation with the girl and only sometimes sipping your drink and looking around.

“She told me something about that.” Kristy agrees with you, “But I still don’t get it.”

“I know. Me either.” You tell her, sipping the fruity drink just one more time.

Your night has been spent gossiping. Kristy always has the way to know a lot more than you when it comes to gossip, but you always get told a lot more details by the other girls for some reason. Making you two the perfect duo for nights like these.

It's when you take your last sip, that you notice that the girls are coming back with the drinks just now. You frown at the sight of them. They left your little corner not even 5 minutes ago and were smiling and jumping when they did so. Now, they’re wearing frowns on their faces and look entirely upset.

“What’s wrong?” You ask worryingly.

They look at you, and one of them sighs before speaking.

“Somebody lied to us about this party.” One of them says, getting Kristy’s attention.

“What?” She asks.

“We went to grab drinks and had to deal with Kelce and his moron friends around the table.” One of the other girls explains as she begins to pass you and Kristy your new drinks, “She fucking lied to us.”

“Who lied?” You ask.

“The girl that organized the party.” Kristy explains to you, “Is it only Kelce?”

“I don’t know, but I can bet my life that it’s not. When does he ever go to parties on his own?” The first girl speaks again, tone dripping with anger.

“Why would she lie?” You ask them, still not understanding everything just yet.

One of them shrugs, “People at this island do anything to have a gigantic party for no reason. She knows a lot of people are not comfortable with them at parties. She could lie because of that.”

Them.

While the girls continue to discuss and clearly let out their anger by raising their voices, you look around. Your heart has sped up with a little bit of hope, and your eyes begin to scan through the entire crowd of the party.

You look first at the table with the drinks, only to find Kelce shugging some bottle as a few guys cheer him on, but he’s not with them.

Your eyes look over at the house, finding some lights inside turned on and the porch almost completely full of people. Everyone has drinks on their hands up there, and there are all sorts of people around that area. Just from a distance you know you’d never stand in that place. That is not your crowd. They look like the ones who would give you a glare hard enough to bury you into the ground.

When you see him, you’re a lost cause. Your entire body relaxes, and your heart explodes in your chest with excitement. He’s deep in conversation but he seems to be having fun where he’s sitting. You don’t even have time to get a hold of yourself before a shameless smile soon appears on your face.

If only Kristy and the girls weren’t in such a loud conversation, they would’ve noticed the way you stared at Rafe Cameron. Probably would’ve had a stroke too, now that you think of it. You look at him as if he’s the man of your dreams; like he's the only highlighted star in the dark night sky above your head.

Yes, it would totally give them a stroke.

“There she is!” One of the girls says.

Kristy shouts the name of a girl, loud enough for her to hear in the distance and over the music, and you finally turn your attention back to your group. A girl, you assume you’ve seen before since her face seems familiar, smiles at the frowning group of girls as she happily makes her way to all of you.

“Hi, guys! Are you having fun?” She asks happily.

Some people that were just with her turn towards your group, and you notice how all of them are very happy. They’re all smiley and giggly, dancing their way to you.

“You told me they wouldn’t be here.” Kristy is the one that talks to the girl, the owner of the house.

“Who?” She asks confused, her happy tone subsiding when noticing Kristy’s stern voice.

“Rafe and his guys.” Kristy says loudly, sounding very annoyed.

Realization hits the girl and she gives an understanding look at Kristy. She looks somewhat apologetic as she looks at your best friend, and you look at the two of them as they speak.

“I know, I’m sorry. Topper only let me know, like, yesterday, that they were coming.”

“Why didn’t you tell us then?”

“I forgot. I’m sorry.” The girl says right away, “Have they done anything?”

Kristy takes a deep breath and looks at her.

“I don’t think so.”

“So, fuck them!” She says with a bright smile again, “Don’t let them ruin your fun... From I see,” She points in the exact same direction you were just staring at, “They’re in their corner, and you’re in yours. No one will ruin each other’s fun like that.”

Every single person from your group is now staring in the direction of Rafe on the porch. You’re not one to refuse to do such a thing, but you do it while you still can without anyone finding it weird.

“You know I don’t like them.” Kristy tells her, sounding calmer but still affected by this.

The girl lays her hand over Kristy’s arm before speaking.

“I know and I’m sorry. I get it. A lot of people here don’t like them either.” She says while pointing at the crowd of people on top of her grass, “They haven’t done a thing and, from what I’ve been told, they’re all high by now. They won’t leave their corner.”

Kristy sighs yet again, and the girls from your group relax. You look toward the porch, and a small grin appears on your face.

You disconnect your eyes from Rafe’s with a little shake of your head, and Rafe lets a smile appear on his face too.

The girl in front of you smooths her hand over Kristy’s arm, and you watch them as they speak at a lower volume under the music.

The sole reason why Kristy and the girls are so against Rafe is because of both the drugs and the violence his presence follows. They don’t like either of those things and are very proud of it. They prefer parties with no drama, especially, those without people high as a kite or already beating someone’s face in.

Every time you’ve been to parties with them, you’ve never seen it happen. You’ve been to other parties which Rafe was in before, and, even though people said it did happen, you never got to know if that was only rumors.

At those parties, you never get to see his friends, let alone him. You never get to see the fights they allegedly create or them high as everyone says. Again, you only hear the rumors.

“Have fun, okay? I can’t exactly kick them out anymore.” The girl explains.

You look down at your drink as the comforting between the girls continues, and you notice a guy standing beside you. It takes quite a bit for you to even recognize who he is, but you soon come to the conclusion that he’s one of the people that was happily dancing with the girl that just comforted Kristy.

“Hi.” He tells you with a smile when noticing your eyes finally on him.

“Hi.” You answer with a lipped grin instead.

“I’m Jason.” He says while having his hand by his chest.

Rafe watches everything from afar. He’s not in the poker game anymore. He’s simply leaning back on his seat and pretending to watch his friends have fun with some of his money at the center of the table. The glass beer bottle is tight in his hand, all while he moves it around to appear as if he’s just playing with it.

Your smile matches the guy beside you. Rafe has no idea who the guy even is but there is not one cell in his body that likes anything about what he’s watching. Rafe notices as some of your friends look at the two of you as you talk to each other, and they all smile at the guy.

They like him.

Jaw clenched and fist tightening around the bottle’s neck, Rafe continues to watch as the guy, in the middle of his chuckling, lays his hand on your back. The touch could’ve only lasted a few seconds, but everyone knows time slows down every time you see something you don’t like.

You don’t move away from the guy's touch due to the fact that it feels friendly to you. Jason's hand moves and stays on your shoulder, leaving some squeezes behind whenever he emphasizes his words.

You sip your drink, laughing at the guy all while his friends have begun to walk away and happily leave him with you. Your best friend also seems to disappear, going off to the crowd of dancing bodies to have some fun with the girls from your group. Rafe watches as they all shine smiles at you and leave you with the guy - one who hasn’t shut up yet.

“You alright there, man?” Topper’s voice breaks through Rafe’s thoughts.

Rafe blinks and looks over at his friend, relaxing his grip on the bottle and teeth-breaking clenching of his jaw before giving him a nod.

He mumbles a few words of reassurance of how he’s fine and just having a bit of a hard trip for a second or two, and that seems to be enough for Topper to leave him alone and get back to the game.

Rafe stares ahead for a few seconds before looking back at you once more. You nod at something the guy tells you, answering only in a few words, and this man just continues to talk, and talk.

It has been a few minutes of conversation and that is when Rafe first notices your slight attempt at distancing yourself from the guy, making his hand finally fall from your shoulder.

A few people walk in front of you two, blocking Rafe’s field of view for just a few seconds, and, when they move away, you’re still there and talking to the guy. His hand isn't on your shoulder yet Rafe can tell it’s not by his side either. He watches as you sip your drink for a long time while the boy talks.

“No, it’s fine.” You tell the guy beside you.

His hand is resting on the small of your back, and, even though you're uncomfortable, you don’t want to rudely push him away. You’ve already tried to get his hand off your shoulder and succeeded for just a second until he had to just lay his hand on you somewhere else. You don’t want to seem like a bitch to the guy, but it’s getting harder as he keeps going.

“So, and the guy was like ‘why did you do that to me’ and I told him,” He pauses, “Simply,” He emphasizes, “‘You messed with the wrong guy’.”

Jason chuckles at his own words and you force yourself to offer him fake a grin, trying to match his energy as he continues to tell the story.

“All of my friends were laughing at him too. It was so embarrassing for him.” He tells you, smiling at the memory.

You nod as if you haven’t totally lost the plot of his story.

“And that’s when he tried to punch me. The guy was so drunk he didn’t even get a good one on me. It felt more like a bitch slap, you know?” He only moves on when you nod, “And then, I punched him back, and the guy just fell on the floor.”

His hand moves to your hip, and you jump slightly at the feeling of him squeezing it.

“I remember all of my guys screaming at me to beat him up. It was in-sane!” He cackles yet again after separating the simple word in a pause to emphasize it.

You continue to stare at him with your fake grin.

“The guy was so drunk, he probably doesn’t even remember the beat up he got.” He says to you happily, “Learned his lesson, though.”

You force a fake chuckle and decide to ask him the main information about the story - the one you totally should've heard but were too worried about pretending to pay attention to instead.

“What did he do, again?” You ask him softly.

“Touched my girl at the time.”

You let out a little ‘oh’ and break your shared gazes. You don’t seem to like looking at him for too long, something in him feels weird for some reason. You, instead, look towards the crowd, trying to look for Kristy or any of the girls so that they can take you away from here.

You’ve thought of at least 3 escape routes, but all of them include the possibility of failure due to Jason offering to take you there. You almost feel stuck with him. No matter what you could do, you don’t seem to be able to get away from him.

Jason’s hand lifts from your hip, and your entire body relaxes. You look at him with that and, instead, you see his hand coming close to your shoulder yet again. You look at him weirdly and notice how his hand is moving towards your dress’s strap. Your eyes control all of his movements as he untwists the strap. For a naive second, you think of his action to be nothing but nice, but soon you lift your eyes and notice his stare down at you.

His palm now rests on your shoulder again and, while looking into your eyes, he takes a step closer.

“You have really beautiful eyes.” He comments.

“Thanks.”

“Do you happen to be free on Monday?”

What follows next is what makes you back down. His eyes fall from your eyes to your chest in the middle of his sentence. His gaze down at your cleavage probably didn’t even last a second, but it was enough for you to feel overly uncomfortable and bring a hand closer to your chest, blocking his view.

You take a quick step to the side, letting his hand fall from your shoulder finally, and you begin to make your way away from him.

“Can’t. I have to tutor.” You simply tell him before quickly getting away.

Jason is left behind dumbfounded. It takes him a little to move from the place he’s standing in, but, when he does move, he still tries to look for you in the crowd. It’s impossible, but he tries. He walks around for a bit and looks through a lot of groups of people dancing and screaming, but it’s like you’ve completely disappeared.

He lets a curse-word leave his lips, letting himself blame his attitude for making you leave. He bites his tongue before sighing dramatically, and his eyes circle around the party, looking for his friends again. Probably the only ones that won’t walk away like this.

His eyes scan the crowd near him and, soon after, the porch of the house when he sees some people going up the stairs. He tries to find them there, maybe talking to someone or getting drinks from the inside of the house, but all he finds is just another crowd.

Jason mumbles the lyrics of the song as he walks, and that’s when he meets the eye of someone. Rafe Cameron is sitting on the porch and glaring right at him. Jason swallows in dry and stays frozen where he stands.

He shouldn’t have touched his girl.

(...)

You pull the door open of the house and slip inside. No one is really in here and as soon as the door closes behind you, the loud sound of the music is muffled, letting your ears ring after so those hours under those speakers.

You were able to get away from Kristy after complaining to her about Jason. She went overprotective mode right away, even to the point of not letting you go run to the house to pee.

You look around while a little lost in the hallways to find the bathroom. You even test out some of the doors, only to find them locked. The house almost seems like a maze. You found the kitchen better than the bathroom, and, from what Kristy told you, the kitchen is on the complete opposite side of the house.

Taking steps back, you begin to find your way to where you started to look for the bathroom yet again. You hear the door that leads outside open and close, and you’re still facing the hallway, absolutely lost.

“Door to the left.” A familiar voice says in the empty hallway.

You smile before turning around, finding none other than Rafe. He’s standing just around the corner, away from the door, and looking at you with a small smile. His hands are behind his back, but you don’t notice the reason just yet.

You happily walk over to him, and, right as the two of you stand glued to each other, Rafe watches you silently with his grin.

You stand on the tips of your toes and lay your hands on his cheeks. Your lips connect with a kiss, so slow and so soft, that it makes you regret ever not sneaking out of your house in all these days to be near him. You hum against his lips when Rafe chases the kiss as you lay your feet back on the ground, and you're able to finally pull away.

“Where were you?” You ask him. “Didn’t see you at the table just now.”

“Went on a walk.”

You frown at him cutely, and Rafe kisses you again, making the frown disappear from your face as your tongue slides inside his mouth. Your thumbs smooth over his cheeks, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, wanting his hands on you. Rafe never moves to hold you, he simply kisses you back.

No matter his attempt, as soon as you two pulled away from the kiss, your frown hasn’t disappeared. You stare into his eyes, noticing his dilated pupils, and you lift your hands from his face. You stare at him, and Rafe sees how weird you’re acting all of a sudden.

You break your eye contact to look at the door he talked about, and you walk over to it. Rafe watches as you turn the doorknob and open the door to the bathroom. You click on the lights, and he watches from afar. You look over your shoulder at him, and Rafe doesn’t need anything else before following you in.

That is when you first notice his hands constantly behind his back. He closes the door behind him with his foot and continues to have his eyes trained on you the entire time. He notices your staring, but he never begins to move his hands.

“What is it?” You ask him.

“Nothing. Just need to wash them.”

“Why?” You ask in a small voice, not wanting to annoy him with your questions.

He grins at your interest but only shakes his head at you. He won’t tell you the reason why, yet something in you keeps on telling you that you should push him to know more.

“Turn around.”

You stay in place and remain quiet for a good long moment. Rafe stares at you, and you stare at how his arms keep his hands behind his back.

“Just show me.”

Rafe hesitates, but he eventually does what you ask him to. His forearms appear first and then, so do his hands. He reads you as you first look at them. Blood-stained hands with wounded knuckles.

You don't lift your gaze to his eyes, but your heart is beating rapidly and you know you’ve stopped to breathe for a moment or two.

It’s a very sheer layer of blood. It seems like it only dripped on some places and got smudged all throughout his hands. Yet even though you're facing his bloody knuckles, you know that’s not the same blood as the one on his skin.

You take a step closer to him, and your hands lift towards him. Rafe moves them away, making you finally look up at him again.

“What happened?” You ask him.

The tone of your voice is so worried and so low that it almost makes Rafe’s heart crack. You’re worried, deeply worried. But not about anything that he could’ve done. You’re worried about him.

Rafe doesn’t move his hands away, and your fingers finally touch his palms. You look down as your hands touch his, and, soon, your skin stains too.

“Got into a fight.” He says in a low tone of voice.

“With who?”

He doesn’t answer right away, and you look at your joined hands as your fingers are becoming smudged. Rafe keeps his eyes on you, trying to decipher what you could be doing, but, in reality, not even you know.

You expected this to be enough to make you pull away. This is the confirmation of the rumors not being just rumors, after all. Rafe does do drugs and does get into fights. He’s an addict and a violent person. He’s the exact same person that Kristy is scared you would ever come across when coming to the bathroom. You’re not supposed to be near him. No one wants you near him.

“Is it your blood?”

“No.”

You lift your eyes at him, and while standing in the silence that it's set between you two, you’re with your own thoughts yet again.

They haunt your mind for quite a bit. Makes you think back on how you should not be doing this or should have done this in the first place. Yet when you really look at Rafe, there's a complete wipe of all of that. It's enough to forget all about everything that you shouldn’t do and everything that he does and that should keep you away.

You finally answer with a nod of acknowledgment to his words, and that is when Rafe moves. He walks towards you, and you back away like you want him to. Your ass hits the counter of the bathroom, and Rafe glues you to his body. He brings his head down and whispers in your face.

“Why were you all sad just now?” You don’t say anything yet, and he lowers his head to keep it near yours, “Hm?”

“Just thinking.”

“Were you thinking too when you got in here?”

You almost have to think back on what happened, making it seem as if it has been hours since it happened. But, it doesn’t take you long to understand exactly what Rafe is talking about.

“No.” A small shy grin shows up on your face, “That was something else.”

Rafe gives you an amused yet confused look, making your grin break into an actual smile. You break eye contact with him and shake your head.

“I’m not telling you. It’s embarrassing.” You whisper so, so low, and Rafe had to lean in to hear you better.

You bring your eyes back to him, and he’s staring thoughtfully. You bite in your smile and try to stop making yourself so lost for the man before you. You pull your hands away from his and put them behind your back too, laying them over the bathroom sink. Rafe stares down at you and doesn’t say a single thing, he simply moves to lay his blood-stained hands just beside your body - staining the contour in the meantime.

You’re not sure for how long the two of you stay in silence, staring at one another. Rafe is the one that breaks the silence by moving over to reach for the bathroom door. You follow his movements with your eyes and see him turn the key of the lock, making it click into place.

You bring your eyes back to him and swallow, feeling some sort of heat already begin to grow on your lower belly.

You shake your head at him with a tight lipped grin.

“What?” He asks you.

“We can’t do anything here.” You tell him sternly.

“Who said we would?” He asks you, making his expression break with a smile, “We’re just talking.”

It doesn’t take you long to take advantage of how distracted he is to ask the question that has stayed unanswered and been on your mind for a while.

“Who did you fight?” You ask then.

Rafe’s smile falters but, strangely, you don’t feel your body react to that, you just continue to stare at him as he stays leaned down.

“You don’t know him.” He simply says, preferring to lie.

“Okay… Why did you fight him, then?” You ask him, lifting your head to look at him better.

Rafe doesn’t want to answer, so he cuts your awaiting silence with a kiss. Your hands almost move to hold on to him, but you soon remember how your hands are dirty so you keep them behind your back. Rafe roughens the kiss at the lack of your touch, and that makes a little noise come out of you.

You’re the one that pulls away from the kiss, making Rafe look down at you with a serious expression. Your body still doesn’t react to it. You’re not scared or intimidated by anything that he does, and, even though highly strange, you’re quite happy it happens.

You turn around while still standing in between Rafe and the counter, and you face the sink. You turn on the water and, without even a word, you begin to wash the blood away from your hands. Rafe watches you and, when he lays a kiss on the side of your head, your gaze meets in the mirror. You offer him a grin.

“You should wash yours too, you know?” You playfully tell him.

Rafe teasingly leans in closer to you, trapping you way more forcefully between him and the sink. You can feel how hard he is on your back, through both his shorts and the fabric of your dress, and that seriously dissociates you from reality for a good few seconds.

Rafe washes his hands in front of you and leans his head down to have it just beside yours. You’re completely trapped so you’re left to watch him. You watch his hands move under the water, then move to go grab some soap, and all of it as you watch patiently.

When he’s done, you watch as he, without ever moving away from you, grabs the towel and hands it to you too. You giggle at how random this whole thing is, and Rafe watches you laugh through the mirror. He still has both arms at each of your sides and is still trapping you. When you’re done drying your hands, you pass him the towel and lift your eyes back to the mirror.

Both looking at one another, you can’t hold back on your smile when you grind your ass over the obvious bulge on his shorts. Rafe moves way quick. He gives you a glare and then squeezes you between him and the sink further. A smile appears on his face, and he lets the towel fall on the ground to grab onto you.

“What happened to ‘we can’t do anything here’?” He asks you with his tone of voice low.

You offer him a shrug, and his hands lift from your hips. He leans his hips away from you for just a second, and you feel him pull at the skirt of your dress. His fingers get to touch the skin of your thighs and that only makes you let him do it further. Rafe’s eyes are not on yours anymore, his eyes look at what he’s doing, and, suddenly, you feel his hands grip onto your asscheeks. He squeezes them and slightly spreads them apart. All of it.

He lets go, looks at you for just a few silent seconds and wraps an arm around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. You look up at him and feel his hand still under the fabric of your dress, now smoothing down at your stomach and moving downwards. His hand lays over your underwear first, palming your pussy and making you gasp in the silence of the bathroom.

Rafe looks down at you as you rest your head back on him, and he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, and you nod right away. “We might not have much time.” You nod yet again, and he kisses your lips.

You pull away from the kiss and bring your hand to lay on top of his. You move it, and your head turns to face the mirror again. Rafe takes control yet again and, with your hand still on top, he moves your panties to the side. His eyes look at you through the mirror, and he leans his head against yours, always wanting you glued to him.

His fingers finally move and they quickly meet your wetness. He exhales out a laugh with it and kisses the side of your head.

“You’re fucking soaked.” He whispers at the same time your eyes meet in the mirror.

His finger moves over to your swollen clit, and your hips move against him at the sudden feeling. You bite your bottom lip slightly and try to stay quiet as he moves a few times.

Rafe moves you back against the counter, and your hands meet the cold stone all over again. Rafe pulls his hand away from your pussy but puts some pressure on your back to have you lean over the counter. You watch as he quickly adjusts your dress over your ass. You hum at the sensation of one of his hands digging into the flesh of your ass, all before his fingers of his other hand move between the lips of your pussy and slip inside of you.

All of it lasts only a few moments because Rafe is quick to pull away and begin to unbutton and unzip his shorts. You lean a little more into the counter as you can only hear him do his undressing and soon one of his hands comes to hold onto your hip.

The tip of his cock is aligned with your entrance, and you feel him slide in right after. One of your hands grabs onto the sink, and Rafe grunts slightly behind you, all while you try to hold yourselves together. With your ass glued to his hips, the both of you breathe out, and you straighten up a little bit.

Both of Rafe’s hands hold your hips into place before he finally starts to move. The thrusts are still soft and not too fast, all of it just as you get slowly used to him and his size all over again. His eyes are trained on the way his dick disappears inside of you, all while being squeezed by your soaked walls. Rafe only begins to speed up when he feels you relax under his hands.

Small moans come out of your closed mouth every time Rafe thrusts inside of you, and forces you closer to him. Only to hear every sound before he speeds up or roughens everything that he’s doing.

As you straighten up to the point of almost leaning against Rafe’s chest, you hold onto the counter and continue to try and keep quiet. Your dress’s skirt sways with your body's movements, and Rafe leans in when thrusting deeper into you to have his lips on your neck. He kisses, licks and nips at every inch of your skin available to him, yet it’s only when his lips reach your shoulder that his mind reminds him of Jason’s hands on you. The guy touched you from your shoulder to your hip, looking down at you and making you laugh. You let him do it.

You feel Rafe’s hands on your hips tighten and his thrusts roughen all of a sudden. You lean your head back against his chest while continuously trying harder and harder to keep quiet, but it keeps on getting arduous as Rafe continues to be rougher with you.

You look up at the mirror again, only to find him looking at you as if in a continuous glare. You look over your shoulder but, before you even get to look at him, you are met with a kiss.

It’s messy and hard. The type of kiss that almost feels like it’s going to bruise your lips with how rough it is. You moan against Rafe’s mouth when trying to pull away, but his hand lifts from your hip over to your head, holding onto it by your hair and trapping you in. You kiss back, trying to not whimper with how much your body is burning, but all of you reacts top everything that he does.

Rafe pulls away from the kiss, staring down at your slightly swollen lips, wet with both of your saliva and his, and his eyes lift to yours.

He brings his face closer to you again, making it appear as if he’s going to kiss you again, and his hand tightens on your hair before he whispers onto your lips.

“Who do you belong to?”

His free hand on your hip lifts, and he wraps his arm around your torso tightly, holding you and moving you almost as if you’re some sort of doll he’s happy to manhandle. You whimper at the sudden deeper thrusts from the way he moves you, and Rafe smiles maleficently in front of your face. His grip on your hair worsens, and you gasp.

“Who do you belong to, uh?” He asks firmly and slowly.

“Y-you, Rafe.”

“Are you sure?” He says while moving your head exactly how he wants to.

“Yes. Only you, I promise.” You nod at him.

Rafe’s lips come back to yours, and you lean in closer to him, mewling into the kiss and accepting all that he has to give you. He pulls away and looks down at you again. His thrusts never slow down, and you lean against his hand on your head, feeling the flame in your belly worsen every time he looks at you.

“You promise?” He repeats your words.

You nod, and he pulls your head to steady it.

“Say it.”

“Yes, yes. I promise.”

He grunts into a thrust at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him more and more, and you bring one of your hands to his arm around you, trying to steady yourself. Your touch over his is so light and loving, it almost infuriates Rafe further.

Rafe leans into your ear and watches you through the mirror as you move through your pleasure.

“Let a guy flirt with you one more fucking time,” He begins, “You’re going to pay. Got it?” You nod, your mind going blank. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” You moan out the word.

Rafe lets go of your hair, and you look up at the mirror to meet his gaze. Your face is twisted in pleasure, all while he looks at you and holds you with such force, you’re scared he might bruise you. He kisses your jaw, and you quickly lean in closer to him, letting you relax and a little sob escape your lips all of a sudden.

Rafe smiles with his head beside yours and brings his hand to your chin to hold your head in place.

“Are you gonna cry?” He asks, and you try to shake your head, even when an obvious pout is forming on your face, “Why are you going to cry, hm?”

“F-feels so-so good.” You sob out the words.

“I always make you feel good, don’t I, princess?” He asks you, and you nod, teary-eyed, “Oh, my little crybaby.”

You moan at the teasing nickname, and he kisses your cheek. All of his affection is followed by either harsher thrusts or tightening holds of your hips or face, but you don’t ever feel close to complaining ever. Your entire body is burning, pleasure is high, and you seriously are starting to feel lightheaded.

“My pretty pretty crybaby.” He repeats on your ear, feeling your cunt squeeze him tighter. “No one else can make you feel like this, baby, you got it?” You nod at him.

“Yes.”

Rafe’s hand lifts from your face and disappears under the swinging skirt of your dress. You almost scream at the sensation of his fingers slightly pinching your clit in the middle of all of this, but Rafe’s lips muffle close to everything. The sound of the thrusts is so harsh and wet, it’s all so nasty yet so amazing to listen to.

“Rafe.” You whisper, out of breath, when pulling away from the kiss.

“Gonna cum?” He asks, and you turn your head to him.

You plead to him with every bit of your face, with your teary eyes with a small pout. You pull every card in the game and that only makes the man stare at you with a smile.

“Do you deserve it?” He asks you.

“Yes.”

That makes him exhale out another laugh. He can always give you a pass today.

“Then you can cum.” He whispers against your pouty lips.

It doesn’t even take a full thrust or circle of his fingers on your clit, your orgasm hits you with such force, you can’t even feel your body. Your eyes get consumed with white spots, your mind goes blank and an entire set of fireworks of pure pleasure erupts throughout your body. Rafe can’t let go of you, so he lifts his hand from your clit to cover your mouth. Your cries are loud and so are your moans overall. All of it would’ve made anyone know what could be going on in the bathroom, even if they were just by the door that leads outside.

Rafe unsurprisingly doesn’t take long to follow you into the orgasm. You’re squeezing him so tight and growing so wet, his body can only take in so much. His arm impossibly tightens around you and holds you so close to him as he tries to bite in his noises too.

After the orgasm, everything feels like too much for a good few seconds. Rafe’s hands on you, or even his continuous thrusts. It makes you whimper under his palm at the sensitivity that seems to consume your entire body, yet Rafe does not let go of you. You pull his hand away from your mouth and breath heavily, feeling your legs and arms shake vigorously.

You feel Rafe’s cum fill you yet that doesn’t strike your sensitivity, not even when Rafe keeps his hips glued to your ass. He has his head just beside yours and he’s heavily breathing too. You look at yourself in the mirror. You’re sweaty, with your hair messy, and makeup a little ruined with your tears and slight sweat. Overall it really looks like you had your fun.

“You okay?” Rafe whispers at you.

You look at him through the mirror at the sound of his voice. You nod at him and offer him a tired smile.

You bring both of your hands back to the counter, and Rafe begins to pull out of you slowly. You grip onto the stone and bite down on your lip to not make any sound. He breathes out when it’s done and puts back on his clothes. Before you can even move, you feel Rafe’s fingers at the entrance of your swollen cunt, not letting his cum slip out.

You open your mouth to gasp but are met with his lips against your own. You bring your arm over to behind his neck and relax into the kiss. It's so, so soft, you're not even sure if you're even kissing the same person.

Rafe adjusts your underwear into place and pulls away from the kiss to look you in the eyes.

“I have to tell you something.” He says before leaning in and kissing your shoulder.

His tone worries and you can tell, but he places another reassuring kiss on you.

“It’s nothing bad.” He says with a little smile, and you relax.

You look over your shoulder at him. He adjusts your dress, and you quickly turn around to face him, trying to get used to your still trembling legs.

“I need to go out of the island for two weeks with my dad.” He says.

You’re relieved to know that it’s something as light as this, but that same relief only lasts about two seconds because disappointment consumes the entirety of your face. Rafe notices the way your eyes are saddened, and your lips form that tiny pout all over again.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He whispers, “But I can call you. And I'll come to see you right as I get back.”

“When are you leaving?” You ask him, voice soft yet obviously sad.

“Tomorrow morning.”

Your heart squeezes a tiny bit, and Rafe’s hand comes up to your face. He wipes, with his thumb, the smudged makeup from under your eyes, and then cups your cheek softly. You bring your hand to his chest and grip the fabric of his shirt.

“How early are you leaving?” You ask him in a whisper.

“About 10, probably.” You nod.

You grab his hand on your cheek away and kiss him. It’s a simple kiss but the two of you don’t mind. It’s sweet, and it’s all controlled by you. Rafe wraps his arms around you entirely, and your hands come to cradle his face.

Outside of the house, the next song is louder than the previous ones and that is what gets the two of you to understand how long you’ve been inside the small bathroom. Rafe pulls away from the kiss first and looks down at you, admiring every bit of your perfect face.

“I’ll get out first.” He tells you, and you nod.

His hold on you lessens, and you quickly pull him in just one more kiss. He lets you kiss him and, when you do pull away, he unlocks the door and pulls it open. You take a look at the hallway to find it empty before Rafe steps out, and you can only give him a small smile.

“Text me.” You tell him, and he smiles.

“I will.”

You close the door, and Rafe is quick to walk back outside to his friends.

You only get out of the house minutes after him. You ended up actually using the bathroom and washing your hands, adjusting your dress and hair. And only then, walked back out.

Rafe keeps his eyes on you as you make your way down the steps of the porch and begin to look for your friends, never sparing him a look. He forces himself to look back down at his cards and notices how his gold ring shines with the light above him. The small details on its center still have blood on them, but his hands are clean with no trace of what happened. All except for his healing tiny wounds. His are clean and so are yours, ones that were stained with blood just like his because you wanted them to.

Rafe’s eyes lift over to you again, and he finds you talking to Kristy. Your eyes lift to him too, and the two of you stare at one another for just a little longer. He knows it, and you know it too. You’re his and no one else’s.

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