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purplesurveys · 2 years ago

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What’s your favourite type of survey to take? A collection of random questions that’ll make me answer beyond a yes or no, but also not make me reflect and give an entire thesis of an answer. Questions like the last time I stepped foot in a bookstore or what my elementary school friends are up to now are usually enough to catch my interest.

What was the last topic you read about? The Columbia space shuttle disaster. I’ve only ever read about Challenger, so when I learned about Columbia from a Reddit post I ended up reading the Wiki page for it.

Have you ever made a diorama? I don’t think I have, even for school.

Do you prefer Windows or Mac? Mac.

What’s the best amusement park ride you’ve ever been on? Ooh, I hate rides haha. As a kid I was always the party pooper screaming for the attendant to stop operating the rides because I was dizzy or nauseous or scared or whatever, until I just accepted that theme parks just aren’t for me. Well, except for the food stalls.

Where are you right now? Describe the room or place. I’m in my bedroom which has been recently renovated, now housing my loft bed. The stairs to the bed double as shelves, where I meant to house my K-pop merch but ended up housing merely my BTS coffees (I bought way too many as a newer fan); the rest of the merch – albums, DVDs, photobooks, etc – are on the shelves on my TV stand. Underneath the bed is my work station and my makeshift mini couch which is really just a couple of foldable mattreses.

Have you ever participated in a fundraising campaign? Nothing on-ground, but yeah. Mostly donation campaigns spearheaded by local ARMY chapters, or for fundraisers to rescue stray dogs.

Do you know how to knit? Nah, never learned how to. I loved embroidery for a time, though.

What did you have for lunch today? Just French fries. Wasn’t too hungry.

Name some of your favourite sitcoms. Friends, The Big Bang Theory, Brooklyn Nine Nine.

Who is the 7th contact in your phone and how did you meet them? Bea; she’s always been my immediate superior at work. We started out as a manager-associate tandem; but promotions have happened over the years and we now work as director-manager.

Would you know how to read a house blueprint? I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual one in real life. I probably wouldn’t.

What shirt do you wear the most? Idk if there’s one; I try to wear my clothes an equal amount.

Do you keep notes on your phone? What sort of things do you write? Minutes from work meetings, mostly. I also started a thing this year where every social media post from a BTS member requires me to save a particular amount of money hahaha, so I use my Notes app to track the daily posts then transfer them to a spreadsheet where it does the calculation for me.

Have you ever used Duolingo to learn another language? I used it to learn Spanish during the peak of the pandemic. I got pretty far, but found the tenses too difficult and stopped from there.

What was the last video game you played? Does In the Seom count? Let’s.

Do you remember much from high school? Not really. Back in college I did a major oopsie and accidentally permanently deleted my entire camera roll, so I’ve virtually no photo/video record from 2014-2017 – the biggest factor in my not-remembering-much-from-high-school. Then there is also the fact that all 4 years were spent with my ex as my best friend, and my mind has done a fantastic job wiping out those memories as well, so.

What’s your favourite fruit to snack on? Oof, don’t like fruits.

Has anyone ever come out to you? Sure.

Have you ever been part of a bridal or groom’s party? Just as a flower girl and as a ‘junior bridesmaid,’ which was a unique concept my mom’s best friend had at her own wedding.

Are there any rooms in your house that don’t have windows? Nah, every single room has at least one.

What’s your go-to order from KFC? Either a Zinger or their Twister. I never actually get fried chicken come to think of it, whether from KFC or other restaurants – eating them properly is too much work what with having to separate the bones and all haha.

What was the last album you listened to in full? Flowers for Vases by Hayley Williams in what is probably the first time in two years that I finished the album all the way through. I’m three songs into mono. now and will be jumping into Indigo right after, too.

Would you prefer cupcakes or a big cake for your birthday? Cupcakes. I don’t like cake and if I were to get one it’s largely to feed everyone else.

What emotion is strongest for you at the moment? Poignant. I hate Sundays.

Do you have Disney+? Yep. Have you ever sent a package or letter to a foreign country? I haven’t done that.

How many jobs do you have on your resume? Just my current one so far.

Do you use pepper to season your food? No.

When was the last time you had a headache? Thursday. It was my own fault, using my laptop while in a car. I felt like vomiting within five minutes.

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Have you ever thought of a relationship as more of a job than love? No, everything I did through the highs and lows were out of love. It never felt like a chore or obligation at any point.

Have you ever been caught right in the middle of a rain storm outside? Yes, a few times. I also never carry an umbrella so this has most definitely happened to me more than it has with other people haha.

Have you got any cousins with interesting or embarrassing names? My closest cousin’s second and third names are both movie references, which I find very cool. I can’t remember where he said his second name came from, but his third is from Schindler’s List.

What is one food you could eat for a month, straight, and not get sick of? I’m confident about answering sushi for this. I’m constantly looking for it, lol.

When was the last time you watched a complete hour of the news? When my dad is home we always watch the evening news all the way through, over dinner. That said the last time we did this was early January.

Have you ever spray painted something about your love somewhere? No.

When was the last time you visited the park? Who did you go with? We don’t have parks around here...

Are you one of those people who like to eat at restaurants a lot? I do like dining in at restaurants especially if with company, but since everyone I know is constantly busy or has plans, I don’t get to do it as much as I’d want to. I just make up for it and make sure I get to regularly try new food (a personal goal) by getting food delivery.

Have you ever been out on the ocean in a rather small boat? Yeah. I can’t remember which province it was, but we were headed to a city you can only get to by boat, hence the boat ride. I was fine, but can’t say the same for a number of people there who didn’t fare as well.

When was the last time you went swimming? Who did you go with, if anyone? Last December. I was with my family on a weekend beach trip to Zambales.

Do you like going to the beach, or do you not really care to go? I love the beach and used to enjoy solely the actual concept of beaches; but now that I’m older I feel like I now enjoy the culture of the general vicinity more so than the beach. Like I prefer going to places with a little bit of nightlife in it; I wouldn’t enjoy as much if I was at a remote resort with a private beach, with nothing happening.

What are your parents’ names? Are you named after either of them? I’m not sharing those, but I can confirm that I’m not named after my parents.

What was the last thing you bought at a store? When did you buy this? On the day of Seonho’s fanmeet I rushed to a hardware store to get batteries for the lightstick I meant to buy at the merch stand. Unfortunately when I got to the arena, they were all out of lightsticks hahaha; in the end I got to use the batteries for my BTS lightstick instead when I went to the cinema screening of Yet to Come Busan.

What is one odd thing about the opposite sex you find to be attractive? I wouldn’t say it’s odd, just something not really embraced by a lot of guys – being confident, comfortable, and content in their masculinity. I admire dudes who can be loud and fangirly about K-pop, or be able not to bitch about a little bit of makeup put on them.

What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment? Don’t judge me but I’m literally listening to RM, Paul Blanco, and Mahalia’s Closer AGAIN. I’m OBSESSED with this song, fuck. I take 5x as much time as it takes to go through one round of Indigo just because I repeat this song way too goddamn much.

Do you know a lot of things about the opposite sex’s body parts? Not as much as I’d like, admittedly. I haven’t had any experience with guys and everything I know is just from science textbooks and educational YouTube videos here and there.

What color is the kitchen in the house you’re in, painted? It’s white with some brown accents at the bottom.

Do you live in a town where basically everyone knows everyone else? Nah, that kind of stuff only happens in the province.

When was the last time you or someone else in your family bought a vehicle? My dad got our Vitara in like 2018, but he sold it in 2020 because we couldn’t keep paying for it during the pandemic.

Are your grandparents the kind who are very protective of you? I don’t doubt they care about me, but protective isn’t a word I’d use to describe their grandparenting style. < Super true. I know they’d come to my defense and feed me and do grandparent-y stuff, but they don’t hover.

Have you ever, or do you live on a farm at this moment in time? I’ve never lived on a farm.

Are you one of those people who can’t help but download everything they find? Not at all. Owning a secondhand laptop riddled with viruses made me know better for when I started owning my own laptop; the only thing you’ll find in my files are screenshots, haha. My phone is *sort of* a different story though – I obsessively download photos, videos, TikToks of anything BTS. My camera roll is at 32k at present.

How many things in the past have you bought off Ebay? What things? I’ve never used eBay, so zero.

Are you or the people you live with pack rats? Or are they tidy? We keep a tidy home.

What are three things to you that are really worth the wait in life? Weathering through your darker periods in life to attain happiness in the end; ignoring leaked movies/albums and waiting for their actual release date; and on a more personal level, having to spend the next two years waiting for BTS to come out of their hiatus. 2025 is gonna be a (tearful) RIOT (and reunion).

Is there any sound everyone else finds weird, yet you find nice? ASMR chewing sounds. Nearly everyone I know hates the eating ASMRs whereas it’s really the only kind I find worth watching til the end ha.

Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around? Not at all; it was the opposite. I was really shy as a kid and barely made a move. I liked to be invisible.

When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any? Yeah, I took a siesta this afternoon. I slept at 4 AM the night before so it was very relaxing, but waking up was shit because I woke up with my entire back sweating.

Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut? Nope.

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? A number of them. I dunno if I envy those who share everything with their parents; I can never imagine being such an open book to my own.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through? The stupid breakup that nearly killed me.

Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes.

Do you think Enrique Iglesias is sexy? I’m not actually familiar with how he looks like.

Can you text quickly? Yeah. A fast-paced job helps you with that.

Do you like fast food or does it disgust you? Depends on the restaurant. I’ve never seen a clean KFC or Chowking branch, but I’ll happily order at a McDonald’s.

Which singer’s vocals would you love to steal? Cho Youjeen.

What’s your favourite shop? I don’t have one. I don’t shop much.

Have you got a hairdresser that you can trust? Yep.

Are you a deep or light sleeper? I’m sort of a weird case because I can be on both ends of the spectrum. I can sleep through a relatively intense earthquake or noisy conversations, but like if I have to wake up early I can also automatically wake up like 10 minutes before my alarm rings, without fail.

Do you wear a lot of make up? Nope. If I do it’s very light and I keep it to the basics. Just foundation, concealer on my acne scars, and the lightest hint of blush and eyeshadow that no one is probably ever able to make out.

Do you get nervous before exams? Yeah, it was a constant feeling I went through for every exam, whether if I knew I was prepared for the test or was just planning to wing it.

Does the weather influence your mood? I can be impatient and not the happiest camper if it’s very sunny and hot out.

Who was the last person you kissed? My last partner.

What’s your favourite alcoholic drink? Peach soju. For cocktails, Long Island Iced Tea.

Do you watch Big Brother? No, I never understood the hype.

Do you like the smell of BBQs? Sure.

Do you crash on people’s sofas often? Never done it.

Have you left school or not? I did, three years ago.

Can you keep a secret? Sure.

Have you ever been trapped in a fire? Fortunately not.

Do wasps scare you? Yep. Anything that flies because you never know whether they’ll fly the fuck away or zoom straight to your face.

Have you ever had to spend the night at a hospital? Yes once, when I had a really low platelet count. I was admitted the same time as my sister, for which I really felt for my mom as she was understandably deathly worried at the time and ended up losing weight over those two days.

Are you currently trying to get over someone? Nope.

Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes.

Have you ever bought clothing online? A few times, yes.

Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? I have never experienced snow.

Do you wear Roxy, Billabong, or Volcom? Nope.

How old were you when you met your first love? I knew them since I was 4 but we didn’t become friends until we were 13. Started dating at 16.

Are you big on partying? I’m not big on the culture, i.e. I have to be at a bar/club every Friday, but I’m definitely always down if my friends plan something or if I get an invite.

In December, were you single or taken? Single.

What is the last thing a boy gave you? Will a dude handing me a parking ticket count? LOL Are you listening to music right now? Nah, I’ve just finished Indigo and plan on finishing the rest of this survey in silence.

Last time you saw fireworks? With who? Right after our New Year’s Eve mass when our church had a quick fireworks show. I was with my family.

Anything hurting? Shoulders. I think I’ve been having shit postures in bed recently as I’m always waking up in utterrrrrrrr pain.

Were you happy when you woke up today? Not really. More dazed and disoriented as I had stayed up til 4 AM reading fanfic haha.

What mood are you in right now? There’s a bit of paranoia and anxiety creeping in as it’s a Sunday evening and I have to work again tomorrow...but I’m trying to push it aside and remind myself that I can choose to enjoy what’s left of my free time instead.

Are you mad at anyone right now? Nah, no reason to be.

What are you currently hearing right now? The quiet hum from my (now bladeless!!!) electric fan.

Are you confused? No.

How much clothes do you have in your closet? Enough, but like 70% of them I don’t even wear anymore so technically I don’t have a big enough selection. I try to get new clothes at least once a month so that I get to build on what’s my current style these days.

Are you good at hiding your emotions? My face reveals everything, so no. It can be both a good and bad thing.

Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Hans. We were gonna meet up for dinner at our favorite Korean place and he just called to ask me where I was and what my ETA was.

Do you regret anything from your past? Things here and there, yep.

Last argument? I can’t remember. I don’t like getting into arguments.

Favorite month(s)? April.

Have you ever regretted letting someone go? For a time after it happened, yeah. With the clarity that comes from years’ distance from the emotional fallout, definitely not. < Same.

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Probably.

Did you speak to your father today? Nope.

How many months until your birthday? Two.

Who was the last person to compliment you? I’m not sure. Maybe Celeste after I presented a pitch? She said something along the lines of “crushed it!” a few days ago.

Do you often use the term “slut”? No.

Do you regret anything you’ve done in the past 24 hours? I don’t think so, no.

Would you ever have a threesome with your friend and their bf/gf? Not interested.

Who would you really like to become better friends with? Lea. We got to spend time together last Wednesday when we watched Yet to Come, and she’s a really great person to be around! We talked for like 5 hours straight and even then it wasn’t enough. I’m glad we were able to reconnect.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Easily.

Do you personally know anybody who has more than five tattoos? Yes.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? IT’S SUNDAY.

Do you believe there’s always room in your heart for your first love? If that room is resentment, then yes.

Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s underwear? Nope.

Have you ever kissed in a pool? I think?

Have you ever lied to protect someone’s feelings? Sure.

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years ago

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150 of 2023

Random Secrets from Others 6! [True or False]

Created by joybucket

These are random secrets from people that I've found on the Internet. Put an X by the secrets which you share, and elaborate if you wish. Have fun! :)

Someone told me I was ugly when I was in elementary school, and it's stuck with me all these years. Someone told me I was stupid when I was young, and I've struggled for years with feeling stupid because of it. I had a very violent childhood. I was kicked out of my house when I was 18 years old. My mom called me a piece of sh*t and told me to get the f*ck out of her house. The most painful thing I've heard was my mom asking me, "How could I ever be proud of you?" I attempted suicide, and my dad made fun of me for it afterward. I go to therapy. My mom told me that no one will ever love me unconditionally with my scars. The most painful thing I've ever heard was being told a loved one had died. I was told I was good for nothing. ....and it hurt at the time, but now I know it's not true. The person I loved the most told me he didn't love me anymore. The person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with told me he didn't love me anymore. The worst day ever for me was the day my ex dumped me. When I proposed to my ex, she laughed at me and then broke it off. I still remember the pain of being told my parents were dead. I was told I was not attractive, and that cut me deep. It still does to this day. The day my parents disowned me replays itself over and over again in my head; I can't get past it. My mom blamed me for my grandmother's death. I can't sleep without a nightlight. I'm scared that if I live my dream, I'll never find a guy who appreciates what I do. I'm afraid that I'll never find someone who can love me for me. I hate having to keep secrets. I've loved, but I've never been IN love. I fear I never will. I don't think I will ever find the perfect job. I'm scared I'll never be loved. As soon as I begin to think I can trust again, one little thing happens and throws me off balance again. The guy I dated is completely different now...I kinda miss the old him. Everyone I've ever cared about has left me physically and/or emotionally. Now I'm terrified about letting people into my life, because I don't want to miss them when they leave. All I want is one person to stay. I'm worried my boyfriend is cheating on me, but I would rather him be cheating on me than me have to try to live without him.... I don't want any more kids, but I'm afraid if I come out and say it my partner will leave me. I still believe in fairytale romances and happily-ever-after. I keep every boy at a distance in fear he might be just like you. I'm afraid I'm not good enough for anyone. I'm worried no guy will ever fall in love with me, because of the way I look. I wish I didn't suffer from depression. I hate that I still love you. Sometimes I have thoughts of suicide. If they found out my boyfriend wasn't a Christian, I'd have to dump him. I wish I could go to school without makeup and still feel beautiful. I felt my stressful desk job, and I don't think I've ever felt more free. I think I am finally starting to become myself. When I started smoking, I wanted to die. Now I want to live, but I can't quit. 🚬 I don't hurt myself anymore. I've never been so confused about my sexual identity. It makes me sad that we live in a world where people aren't free to believe whatever gets them through. I'm so scared I will never find the place that feels like home. It makes me happy to know that none of us get a how-to guide. We're all just kind of winging it. I pretended to be religious so a certain person would like me more. When I was a kid, my mom said, "I should have aborted you." The most painful thing I've been told was that my parents lost custody of me. The most painful thing I've been told was probably, "Go kill yourself." The most painful thing someone has ever told me was, "I cheated on you." The guy I liked in middle school called me a "fat pig." ....and ever since then I've been uncomfortable with my weight. The most painful thing I've ever been told was, "You have cancer." My mom read my journal and then insulted me and made fun of me afterward. My older sister got ran over by a truck when we were playing at a park when I was little. ....and my mom blamed me for her death. The most painful thing I've been told was when a family member asked me, "Who are you?" When I was hospitalized, the doctors said they weren't even sure how I was alive. ....and my mom never came to visit me. My dad told me, "You are the reason my marriage is falling apart." The most painful thing I've heard was my aunt and uncle telling my cousin they didn't love her anymore after she came out as bisexual. ....she was kicked out, and her parents told her they didn't love her anymore and that they hoped she would rot in hell. She was only 13. The most painful thing said to me was, "If you want to be dead so badly, why haven't you ended it already?" People tell me that I look good, but honestly, I don't believe it, because I have insecurity issues. I'm in my 20's, and I've never dated anyone, been in love, or had my first kiss. I am really obsessed with my figure and my body, and even though I know I should be proud of it, I'm not, and I'm really hard on myself. I think my boyfriend is cheating on me, but I'm still nice to him, and I don't know why. When I was a kid, my dad used to beat me. I'm happy. I don't know 100% where I'm going, but I'm ok. I've been in college for eight years now, and I still don't feel like I have any clue as to what I want to do. I dated a guy for a year, and I've been proposed to, but I've never been in love before. A guy recently slept with me, and then the day after, he told me he wanted to ask my friend out. I don't really trust people, and I have to convince myself that not everybody is evil. I once stole a car. 🚘 I love animals more than I love people. I'm vegan, but I occasionally eat dairy. When I was young, I used to pick my nose. 👃 I'm not wearing a bra right now. When I'm alone, I want to be around people, and when I'm around people, I want to be alone. I worry that I'm actually a really bad person, even though people say otherwise. I'm in love with a person that killed himself, and I fear I will never get over it. I feel uncomfortable with my family and even with my friends. I hate myself for being a bad person. I'm afraid of making mistakes, so I usually end up not doing things. I constantly feel like nothing is real. I never feel enough. I tell others to love themselves, but I can't tell myself the same thing. I always tell people I'm doing fine, but I'm not... I feel alone all the time. I never feel like anybody loves me or cares about me, and it's devastating sometimes. I know a lot of people, but I don't really have friends. ...but everyone thinks I do. I'm afraid of my death and the death of my loved ones. I'm happiest when I'm alone. I'm incredibly insecure with my relationships....I'm so scared of losing my friends. I don't go to sleep when I'm supposed to. I don't practice what I preach. I can't emotionally connect to anyone no matter how hard I try, and I feel like there is something wrong with me.

#survey #bolding survey #themed survey

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rafescoke · 3 years ago

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New Girl ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Just as Rafe thought his life couldn’t get any worse, a new girl moved into town.

Warnings: Straight smut! Mentions of trauma, extreme love-hate relationship, fluff

A/N: thank you so much for 600+ followers wtf ily <33

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

One thing that Rafe was sure of; he was no tour guide, or anything of the sort.

Sure, he got himself into trouble; vandalising the principal’s office and destroying school’s properties, but that was it. He didn’t try to include the part where he goes to parties to get high and wake up the next evening with a painful headache, that was more to his personal life and he believed no one in the education system could have the advantage to be mad at him for it.

“I simply just won’t do it,” Rafe shrugged, sighing against the chair. “Look, why don’t you ask Topper to help this new kid? He’s good in class.”

“You answered yourself, Mr. Cameron,” the counsellor sighed, placing a file on top of the table lightly. “He’s good at school work, and you’re not. That’s why we’re going with you.”

So that was the core reason as to why Rafe was waiting impatiently for the arrival of the new student, whom he didn’t even care about to know the gender. All he wanted was to sit at the back of the school and light some joints.

“Mr. Cameron, this is Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Rafe took a look at her. He bit the insides of his cheeks, thinking how she didn’t even make an effort to dress properly for her first day in a new schoolz

An oversized tee and denim shorts. Really?

“Hi,” she smiled, extending her hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Rafe,” was all he said, before handing her her timetable for the semester.

She scanned the paper, nodding slightly and pointed at a word. When she realised how Rafe wasn’t listening, she cleared her throat.

“What?”

“I got Biology with Mr Garcia. Where’s Room 3?”

Rafe scooted closer next to her, and the smell of strawberry cheesecake wafted into his nostrils. He took a step back, seething.

Who would even wear a cakey perfume?

“Uh, that’s like, at the end of the hall?” He answered, but it was more like a question. He looked at the direction he was noting, and nodded again. “Definitely the one at the end of the hall.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” She asked, crossing her arms. “Where’s my locker?”

Rafe took another look at her timetable, searching for her locker number.

372.

He turned to look at his own locker, finding the number, and letting out an ‘oh’. “Yours just 4 lockers away from mine.”

“Thanks.” She muttered, and Rafe sighed before fixing the left side of his bag strap dangling from his left shoulder. “Is that it? Can I go?”

“Not so fast, Rafe,” the counsellor sighed, stopping him by his chest. “You’re supposed to stay with her for the week. Help her get around. And you’re supposed to show her around the school compound now.”

Rafe looked up to the counsellor with a pained expression and then back to (Y/N), his chest heavy. “Fine. Let’s go. What do you call yourself again?”

Right before lunch, Rafe stayed over in his class for a few minutes before going out to the hall. He didn’t want to see the new girl, and he didn’t feel like being her assistant anymore.

But the world wasn’t that fair.

(Y/N) grinned, walking towards him. “Can you show me the cafeteria?”

“How do you even know my class?” He muttered, keeping a distance between them. The last thing he ever wanted was to let the news of him being with the new girls circulating around the school, or worse, the whole island.

“My class is directly in front of yours. We parted just now.”

Of course she would remember that.

. . .

A week went by quickly, and before Rafe would know it, he didn’t see (Y/N) anymore, and he was content with it.

Until her family decided to become neighbours with his.

“What do you mean the (Y/L/N) bought the house next to us?” He groaned, watching as Rose and Ward prepared to greet themselves to the new family.

The last thing he wanted was to show her around the fucking island like he was some kind of a hotel worker.

She was in a yellow sundress, and Rafe couldn’t help but notice the way her (H/C) glowed under the sunlight. She looked similar to her mother, both bringing pastries as a way to introduce themselves.

“Hi, we just moved next door,” Mrs (Y/L/N) said, showing the Camerons her pearly white teeth. Rafe wondered if she ever got them done, because it’s not possible for a human to have such white assets.

“Hi, welcome to Obx,” Ward gushed, accepting the pastries happily. “Rafe, take the other cake.”

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of his name, and to Rafe’s amusement, began gritting her teeth. He took the cake with a smirk, happy that he got her all worked up.

He would definitely have the best time of his life taunting the shit out of this girl.

. . .

“Hey, wanna ride a boat?”

“Topper, leave her alone,” Rafe sighed, fixing his cap so it was facing backwards. “She’s not interested.”

(Y/N) perked up at this invitation, never actually riding a boat alone if it wasn’t during a holiday since she was originally from the city. She walked towards her neighbour’s deck, her skin illuminating the golden sunrays.

“Sure.”

Rafe mentally groaned, having to deal with the girl now, but he wasn’t sure if he was angry or jealous. It wasn’t him to be jealous easily, but after a week of becoming her tour guide, he guessed he deserves some kind of a credit from her. Topper didn’t do anything, but she was gladly accepting his invitation.

Their usual stroll along the stream of the island was not like usual, since the air was now filled with the annoying chatter between (Y/N) and Topper. Rafe could never relate with them, only wanting to relax his mind and sleep it off.

“So you’re a city girl? That’s great!”

“Sure Tops,” Rafe wondered, smiling delightly. Anything to get into a girl’s pants. . .

“You know what, (Y/N)?” He called from the place he was resting, and he waited a few seconds before continuing his speech. “If you’re looking for a boyfriend, Topper’s not the guy. He hasn’t moved on from his ex-girlfriend.”

Sure, he would get a lot of shit from Topper for saying that, but he was done with the pointless flirting between them.

“What about you?”

Rafe opened his eyes, watching her from behind his sunglasses. He shifted his position, “What about me?”

“Have you moved on from your ex-girlfriend?”

Has he moved on from Kie? He wasn’t entirely sure. Their relationship was brief, but she was all Rafe had. When she decided to go all full-pogue, he knew there was nothing left of them.

“I don’t date.”

“I can see why,” she said, and Rafe swore he heard some kind of mirth behind her tone.

“Have you?”

“Moved on from an ex?”

Rafe nodded, opening his eyes slightly.

“I guess.”

“Good for him.”

“Excuse me?” She gasped, pushing him lightly. “You’re an asshole.”

She leaned closer onto him, and for a second Rafe thought about letting her in his bubble, but he quickly shoved her away. “Watch it.”

“I’m just trying to tell you about that fucking fly on your face.”

“Yeah? Liar.”

(Y/N) huffed, stomping back to Topper, and Rafe laughed silently.

1-0.

. . .

Fuck.

If he would’ve known about the police raid in Topper’s party, he wouldn’t have come to his house at all. But here he was; all pushed up against the metal chair of the police station, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot.

“We’re taking a urine test, son,” Shoupe said, sighing. “There’s always something wrong with you.”

Rafe thought about (Y/N) suddenly, and how she was probably back home and watching some kind of a rom-com. That’s totally her; all cuddled up with a pink teddy bear probably named ‘Bear-bear’, constantly wiping the tears off her face over the sad breakup scene of a movie.

Rafe was forced to strip out of his shirt and jeans before entering the small cubicle, and having to go through this same procedure for quite a few times now, he didn’t mind giving a show to the workers.

He quickly zipped his jeans bag, handing a female worker a cup filled to the end with his urine. He yawned, already knowing the results, so there was no use being nervous about it.

He was picked up by an angry Ward an hour later. He groaned, getting in the car to prepare himself for the same lecture about his future and how he shouldn’t jeopardise it, but he was shocked when Ward didn’t utter a word at all.

It was very uncomfortable, but he guessed he was just tired.

“Good morning.”

Rafe rubbed his eyes against the bright sunlight, feeling the pain from his head slowly soaring throughout his body. He squinted his eyes at the figure in front of him again, trying to blink the blurriness away.

“What the fuck?”

“Your mom told me to call for you,” (Y/N) said, looking away from him. Rafe looked down to his body, seeing his shirtless self, and laughed.

Of fucking course she would be uncomfortable with him being shirtless.

“She’s not my mom,” he grunted, removing the covers off of him and checking his phone for the time.

12.43p.m.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and his eyes turned to her again. “What are you doing here again? Leave.”

“Waiting for you.”

“I’ll be downstairs in a few seconds,” he muttered. He didn’t need her to be some kind of maid for him.

(Y/N) muttered some curse word, hoping that riled him up, but she would be stupid if she thought a random curse word would make him Rafe Cameron angry.

It would take a lot more to raise an expression from Rafe Cameron, and a curse word definitely wouldn’t.

. . .

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

His boat was not working, but he had just filled her up the night before. This was the newest model too, and he couldn’t afford asking Ward to fix his boat again. Not when he was caught with being on drugs from his urine test last week, and the only reason he got out of the trouble was because of Ward again.

“Is it not working, Rafey?”

Rafe looked up to the sound. (Y/N) was watching him with a sly grin, shielding her eyes with her hands from the sun like she was some goddamn queen that would melt from the heat.

“What did you do to my boat?” He groaned, trying to turn the ignition again.

“What did I do? Come on, why do you always think so bad of me? That’s kinda ru—”

Before she could continue her taunt, Rafe climbed the deck, inching closer towards her and smeling that goddamn cake smell again.

Hell, he’ll buy her a new perfume to stop breathing in that fucking smell.

“That’s kinda what?” He whispered. He was so close to her now, and he could hear her breath hitching. He smirked, his heart soaring.

“You’re kinda dumb for a kook, Rafe,” she sighed. She dangled a familiar key in front of him, and when Rafe took a closer look, he noticed it was the key to his boat.

She threw the key into the water and Rafe watched it plopped, moving straight towards the deep end. His eyes flared at her again, his chest heaving.

“Hope you have a spare key.”

1-1.

. . .

That should be good, he guessed, for being in a tie with (Y/N). But he doesn’t like someone being in the same league as him, so it must be 2-1.

And the 2 from him.

But that was for another day, because Kiara Carrera was in front of him. He fixed his cap so it was facing backwards again, and then putting his hands into his pockets for good measure.

“Hey,” he greeted her. She smiled at him grimly before looking back at the menu, clearly uninterested. “How’re you?”

“I’m. . . great,” she breathed. “Why?”

“Just asking,” he shrugged, “Do you wanna go out for some drinks sometimes? Like the old times?”

Rafe curled his toes, waiting nervously.

“Um, I have to check with my parents first,” she replied. “But, Rafe, you know, it’s been. . . a year.”

“Of course,” he laughed, trying to hide the sudden emotion inside him. “I meant hanging out as a friend.”

“Of course!” She suddenly exclaimed, “If you would bring (Y/N) with us.”

“Oh, I don’t-”

“You don’t?”

“I- fine. I’ll bring her with me. Is tomorrow okay?” He sighed, already foreseeing the future.

And it’s full of shit.

“Tomorrow.”

. . .

“Wow, I am not going to third wheel you and someone, Rafe,” (Y/N) laughed, resting her back against her chair.

“Please,” Rafe begged, sighing. He didn’t know how much begging he could do anymore, not when he had so many things to do. He took a deep breath again, “I’ll do anything for you back.”

“Including hooking me up with JJ?”

“Yes- no. No. What the fuck? Where did you even know this guy?” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowing. He was not going to let her a pull a Kie, though they weren’t dating.

“He helps mower the lawn.”

Of course. JJ Maybank would never pass the chance to get some money while checking out girls.

“I’m not helping you to get together with JJ,” he sighed. “Can we go for a better option? Like Landon? He’s rich.”

“I’m richer,” she yawned. “Okay. Fine. Topper.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

If she ever thought about him allowing her to date his best friend, she has to be a lot smarter than that.

He didn’t know why he wouldn’t allow it. Maybe he was scared of Topper hurting her.

Or maybe he just couldn’t imagine her with someone else.

“Then we have no deal,” she replied simply, gazing at her newly painted nails. She gazed at Rafe who seemed to be thinking hard from the top of her sunglasses.

He groaned. “Fine. I’ll help you with Topper. But I’m warning you; he. Has. Not. Moved. On.”

“Oh, he will.”

. . .

Kie was all up on Rafe.

He didn’t know what had gotten into her, because she was never this. . . strong-willed.

Kie had her hands placed against Rafe’s chest, kissing him tenderly and sometimes running her fingers through his hair.

Rafe sucked in a breath, watching as she part. Her mouth formed into a grin, and Rafe couldn’t help but grin back.

“Wanna do it?”

Did he? Of course he wanted to “do it”. He had been wanting to do so since forever. He would be crazy to say no to that invitation, and he was definitely sane.

He looked at (Y/N), who was awkwardly perched up on the sofa, tucking her legs under her and watching some kind of a movie on her phone. Her eyes looked up to Rafe, and she quickly looked away.

“In one of the rooms?”

Kie seemed to look around the boat for a while, like he was looking for someone, but there were only two of them. And (Y/N).

“Fine,” she huffed, and pulled him towards one of the rooms by his wrist.

Kie pushed him onto the bed, and Rafe wondered how she got this side of her. Throughout their 6 months of dating, she never showed him this, so this was a bit of a shock to him.

“Hey, hey,” Rafe gripped her wrists, holding her still. “We don’t have to rush.”

“I want to,” she said, and leaned closer. “I thought you wanted this?”

They began making out, his hand slipping down her back to grab her ass, only to be met with her vibrating phone in her back pocket.

“I’ll get it,” he mumbled against the kiss, and pulled her phone out.

A picture of JJ Maybank’s smiling face right next to Kie greeted him, and his name was perched on top of the screen, signalling his call.

Of course. She never wanted to fuck him. It was always to make someone jealous. That explained the gritted teeth Kie would make when he mentioned JJ earlier.

He sighed, pushing her away so she ended up by his side. “I gotta go.”

“Huh?” Kie sat up straight, looking from Rafe to her phone. She saw the caller, cleared her throat, and held up a finger to tell him to wait.

He should’ve known.

. . .

Rafe never liked the annual Obx’s drive-in movie theatre, because he really didn’t get the hype of watching a mainstream movie that he had watched with Wheezie a lot of times before in his car.

This year, it was way worse; they decided to have some kind of a horror themed drive-in movie theatre, and the best part of all; (Y/N) was going with Topper.

Rafe groaned for the thousandth time at the rapping of a clown against his car window. He gave the clown his middle finger, telling him ‘watch it, you’re scratching my car’, and moving his attention back to the screen.

Annabelle had disappeared from the room the two nurses had placed her in, and the volume quietened before booming again when the doll had appeared in the living room, perching on top of the sofa.

He rolled his eyes, and took a look at (Y/N) and his best friend laying in the back part of his jeep from the rearview window.

They were cuddling.

“Fuck off,” he grunted, throwing his hands into the air. A human-sized Annabelle pulled on the shotgun’s door now, and Rafe gave the actor another middle finger before yelling a ‘fuck you’.

“This is ridiculous,” he said to no one in particular. He stepped out of the vehicle, knowing damn well he would be the target of the ghosts now, but he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to step away from all of this and maybe refill his soda.

He made his way to the back of the lot, getting his money out beforehand. Some type of a wannabe Michael Myers came up, to which he quickly put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t. I’m not in the mood.”

Michael Myers seemed to get him, because he left to scare someone else.

“Refill,” he sighed, giving the worker his cup. “Coke.”

“You mean like literal coke?”

Rafe looked behind him, surprised to see a red-faced (Y/N) holding a popcorn bucket. He licked his teeth. “Why? Have you tried it before?”

(Y/N) went up beside him, muttering about putting more caramel in her popcorn to the worker before looking at him. “You seem mad.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“That’s because you’re all up in my business,” he scoffed. He turned to look at his coke, but the worker was still filling the cup up.

Good. Did the machine break or something?

“Where’s the girlfriend?” She asked. She was clearly amused by his sudden tightness, but he quickly softened, as to not rile her up.

“Where’s the fuckbud- I mean boyfriend? Sorry. It just slipped.”

(Y/N) nodded, her mouth forming into a grin. “If you’re jealous, you can just say that.”

“Wait, wait, of what, exactly?”

She shrugged.

“Yeah, exactly. No. For all I care, you guys can get married and move to fucking Antartica and have mini (Y/N)s and Christophers running around.”

The worker placed the newly refilled coke and caramelised popcorn on the counter, and Rafe wondered why she would receive her food at the same time as his when had come here first.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the drink and walking back towards the car.

(Y/N) jogged to catch up with him, her popcorn bouncing against her chest. “You’re rude, do you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, we’re still on this?” He mumbled. He was still walking, but he wanted her to catch up so he slowed down. He guessed it would be the perfect ending to his night to taunt her until she’s all worked up.

“I just can’t think of a reason why you’re acting so fucking rude to me.”

“Yeah? Think again.” Rafe sipped on his coke, feeling the carbonated drink sloshing down his throat. He felt content, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the coke or from the girl beside him.

“This is—”

A nurse with a bloody front suddenly appeared before them, using some kind of a spray to maximise the size of the fire from a lighter. (Y/N) screamed, turning away from the heat, and Rafe quickly caught her before she could end up on the floor.

“Fuck, fucking move,” he yelled to the nurse, who seemed to be satisfied with her work. Rafe turned to (Y/N), trying to check on her state.

“Yo, yo, you good? Why are you shaking?”

She was trembling really hard against him. She had her arms around Rafe’s neck, her popcorn splattered on the ground. She jolted when a scream came from the speaker.

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” he mumbled, helping her walk. She kept her face hidden in the crook of his neck, and Rafe had to try his best to balance both of the girl and the Coke in his hands back to the vehicle.

Topper was no longer in the back seat, perhaps looking for Sarah (Rafe wasn’t a bit surprised at this). He was glad his best friend wasn’t there, because the last thinf he needed was two people freaking out on him.

“Okay, chill, I got you,” Rafe grunted, placing the Coke in the cup holder before seating the girl beside the driver’s seat. He sighed before climbing into the driver’s seat and locked the door in case some kind of a crazy maniac tried to freak her out again.

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer, not that Rafe expected her to. She looked like she was reminded by some kind of memory, but Rafe didn’t want to dwell so much on it.

If he could, he would reverse his car out of this lot back to their homes, but he was one of the first cars to arrive at the drive-in theatre, so it was impossible to get out.

He sighed, placing his hands against his lap. “You can tell me, you know.”

She finally looked up to him, and Rafe’s breath hitched from the sight of her red eyes. He softened.

Whatever it was with that fire, it had triggered some kind of a memory in her.

He placed a hand against her lap, but not moving so; just a splat of his hand against her soft skin. He had meant for that as comfort, but he realised how creepy the situation was. He pulled away, clearing his throat.

So they stayed until the end of the movie, just the two of them, and Rafe was sure she wasn’t even watching the remaining parts of the movie. He pretended to watch, but he was really just staring at her the whole time.

Will she ever let her hair down like this again? Because he liked it.

When the movie ended and the cars were starting to move, Rafe slowly reversed the car so as to not shake her awake. But she was a light sleeper, and she woke up as soon as he hit the brakes.

She rubbed her eyes, “Where are we going?”

“Home,” he answered. “You’re okay?”

She didn’t answer, and Rafe knew she wasn’t.

. . .

Two weeks after the incident, they never spoke of it again.

Rafe tried to get an answer out, but to no avail. He didn’t get why he was trying his best to help her, because he, too, needed help.

“Nah. I won’t invite her. If you want (Y/N) to come, then you’ll have to invite her yourself.”

Wheezie’s shoulders slumped, “But you’re close to her!”

“I’m not, and she hates my guts,” Rafe replied honestly. Because that was the truth, right? She didn’t even want to tell him about why she was so scared of fire.

“Invite me to what?”

“(Y/N)!” Wheezie ran to hug her, to which (Y/N) laughed before patting her on the crown of her head. “Tell her, Rafe!”

Is she fucking serious?

“Tell me what?” (Y/N) looked up to Rafe strangely.

“Wheezie wants to have a movie night, and she wants you to watch with us.” Rafe sighed, hating how he couldn’t just ignore Wheezie. She was definitely Rafe’s favourite, being so close to her brother ever since she was born.

“Oh, is that true?” She smiled, looking at Wheezie. “Should I come and wear my best pajamas?”

“You’re not sleeping over, your house is literally 5 minutes away. 2 if you run.” Rafe rolled his eyes. He went up to the counter to pick up a sandwich before biting into it, tasting the creamy eggs and ham. He licked his lips.

“She can sleep with Sarah, right, (Y/N)?”

“If she wants me too. . .”

Rafe rolled his eyes again, “Sarah won’t be with us for tonight’s movie night. She’s starting to hang out with the pogues.”

“Why are you so against the pogues?” (Y/N) asked, when Wheezie left to write a reminder of tonight’s event in her diary.

“Why can’t you just shut your mouth?” He sighed. “It’s all bla bla bla bla. Can’t you see you’ll be happier without having to open your mouth every few seconds?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, and for a second, Rafe had to look away from the look she was giving him.

Shit. Why was he even looking away?

She turned to go away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist. She groaned, turning her attention back to him. “What?”

“You still haven’t told me about the night of the drive-in theatre.”

“Good,” was all she said, before she went back by the sliding door to her home.

. . .

“Rafe would be mad if he saw me watching this.”

“It’s rom-com! And it’s totally PG-13. Trust me on this, okay? Anne Hathaway, yeah, that girl, yes, she’s going to get prettier throughout the movie.” (Y/N) smiled, popping popcorn into her mouth.

Wheezie sighed, placing her head against (Y/N)’s shoulders and yawned. “Like what? Princess Diaries?”

“Yes, but this is The Devil Wears Prada. You’ll love it!”

A beam of light filled the mini movie theatre of The Camerons, signalling the late arrival of Rafe Cameron. He brought two chocolate bars, a Coke (again) and some chicken nuggets.

“Move,” he said, motioning to Wheezie.

“There are more seats around here!” Wheezie hissed, crossing her arms. “I’m not leaving (Y/N).”

“You’re not leaving her, silly, you’re just scooting more to the right.”

“What’s in it for me?” She raised a brow.

“Nuggets?”

She scooted to the side, giving more space for Rafe to place himself beside an annoyed (Y/N).

Out of all 7 medium-sized sofas in the theatre, he decided to pick the one the two girls were sitting on.

Rafe handed Wheezie the plate full of chicken nuggets, looking at (Y/N) before watching the screen. He groaned, “What’s this? Trash?”

“A masterpiece, so shut up,” (Y/N) replied. Rafe huffed, amused, and unwrapped the chocolate bar.

“Want some?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he cooed, placing the chocolate before her eyes. She grunted, pushing his hands away.

Rafe took that as his final warning. He didn’t want to annoy her even more, knowing that she will probably not talk to him anymore. He decided to wait until half an hour later, just to taunt her again.

“I’m going to get more popcorn,” Wheezie suddenly said after an hour into the movie. She excused herself to the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.

(Y/N) sighed. Great, just like how she wanted.

“What do you want from me?” Anne Hathaway’s voice blared from the speaker, and Rafe looked at (Y/N).

“What do you want from me?” He asked, repeating the dialogue. (Y/N) watched him from the corners of her eyes, not getting any delight from this.

“For you to shut up.”

“Really? That’s boring,” he sighed. “Do you want to know what I want from you?”

“Sure.”

“I’m thinking of a few things. Maybe you, on my lap.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched, but she tried her best not to look disturb. She shifted in her seating position.

Rafe leaned closer, feeling her heat. “Your turn.”

You know what? Fuck it.

(Y/N) turned to look at him fully in his face, leaning even closer that a part of her was practically on top of him. “Do you know what I think of you, Rafe?”

His eyes dropped to her lips, and he swore his heartbeat quit beating.

“I think about you, Rafe,” she whispered. “All pressed up against me in my bed, whim-”

“More popcorn!”

(Y/N) returned to her previous position, bewildered. She fixed her hair, and her eyes were back to the screen.

If Wheezie were to hang out with a pogue right now, Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck.

“Well, the ending’s shitty,” Rafe exclaimed, clapping his hands. He watched as the end credits rolled, and took a look at Wheezie.

He nudged her, sighing. “Wake up, Wheeze. Go to your room.”

She groaned, searching for her fallen glasses. Rafe helped her to put them on, and gave her another poke.

“I want to watch the movie.”

“The movie’s finished. It’s time to sleep. Go.”

Wheezie groaned, muttering how it’s not fair that her brother could stay up with (Y/N) to watch more movies, but she guessed she was too tired for another round of movie anyways.

“What’s the next pick?”

“Horror.”

“Nah.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re going to freak out on me again.”

“I won’t,” she assured him. “Let’s go with Hereditary.”

Rafe’s fingers and (Y/N)’s were almost touching. He was still bothered by her comment before Wheezie came barging in, and he was still desperate to hear her reply.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What were you trying to say?”

(Y/N) stopped watching, and looked at him. “What?”

“About you thinking of me.”

She blushed. “Nah.”

“Come on,” he nudged. When she didn’t move, he tried placing his hand against her thigh.

(Y/N) stood up suddenly, and for a second, Rafe thought he had fucked up. He watched as she went to the door, locked it, and went back to their place.

“You locked the door.”

“Yeah.”

Rafe licked his lips, smirking slightly. “Ah, I see the game you’re playing.”

“What game?” She raised a brow, only turning to the screen when a scream blared from the speaker.

“Hey, look at me.” Rafe tugged on her chin, forcing her to look at him, and his eyes actually looked into hers. He noticed the (E/C) colour of her eyes now, and he swore he had never looked at something more appealing. “Tell me.”

She stayed quiet, not moving a muscle.

Rafe sighed, getting impatient. He leaned closer now, this time his lips merely an inch away from her cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating from her.

“Tell me, baby.”

“You getting all close to me isn’t helping, Cameron,” she sighed, laying her head against the sofa.

“Still playing hard to get?”

“I’m not playing anything.”

Rafe slowly placed a kiss against her temple before trailing down to her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, and Rafe smiled.

“Still playing?”

She nodded.

Rafe’s lips touched hers by a bit, and she let out a moan she had been trying her very best to contain. Rafe chuckled, pulling away.

“Still playing?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s a yes? Or a no?”

“That’s a fuck you.”

“Oh,” Rafe smiled. “Thought you never asked.”

His kiss was gentle. So soft, and (Y/N) had never felt something like that before. The kiss deepened when she let out a soft moan, riling Rafe even more.

He pulled her up onto his chest, letting her hands rest against his chest before pulling her away. Her lips were red, and there was a string of their saliva hanging from both of their lips.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

“You.”

He smiled, tugging on her shirt. “Off.”

She wasted no time to remove her shirt, exposing her new black bra she ordered online a few days before. Rafe sat back, his eyes dark.

“Jesus Christ.”

He kissed her neck, trailing down to her collar bones before stopping directly on her chest. His fingers fiddled with the bra clip, being so used with this already, and removed the piece of clothing with ease.

(Y/N) instinctively covered her chest, her chest heaving.

Rafe looked up to her, his eyes softening. “What’s wrong?”

“Am not comfortable.”

“Oh, that’s alright, we don’t have to do—”

“No, Rafe, I want this. I just don’t think I’m perfect enough for you.”

Rafe let out a breath, placing a soft kiss against her stomach. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back. He guided her hands away, exposing her perky breast to the entire theatre to see.

Rafe was glad he was the only guy present.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

He looked up into her eyes, wetting his lips. “I’ll do anything to fuck you right now.”

(Y/N) grinded against him, causing a groan to escape from his throat. He held her waist in place, not wanting to trigger his release.

“Do it,” she whispered.

The movie became a background noise as he fumbled with her shorts, grunting when he couldn’t figure out the knot.

He positioned himself before her, and looked up into her eyes again. Her chest was heaving, and she looked nervous.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m a virgin.”

Oh fuck.

Why would she even say that? He couldn’t even contain himself anymore.

He pushed himself into her, letting her get used to the feeling. He waited for her nod, signaling that she was okay and hadn’t changed her mind, and thrusted into her again.

His hands stayed around her waist to guide her, watching as her mouth slightly parted as he deepened inside her. She bit her lips, her nails clawing onto his shoulders.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his own forehead clammy. He didn’t notice her hands that had left his shoulder. She cupped his face, placing wet kisses against his cheeks.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whimpered, allowing her hands to guide his. She placed them around her breast as she rode him, and Rafe had never felt better.

If he has to taunt and annoy her more to get into this level again, he’ll do it again. Without any hesitation.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck,” he groaned. He gave her another longing kiss, looking down to where their bodies connect, and moaned loudly.

Just before he reached his end, he pulled her away, not wanting to plant himself into her. (Y/N) tried to wrap her fingers around his penis to which Rafe jerked at for being so sensitive. He pulled her hands away, his chest heaving.

“Don’t,” he grunted. His load shot out of his member, wetting the sofa underneath them, and Rafe quickly slapped his shaft against her core to get her to reach her end.

“Rafe, I-”

“Let it,” he whispered, watching as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Let go, baby.”

She trembled slightly, finally reaching her high, and collapsed on top of the heaving boy. Rafe stroked her hair, pulling her into a lying position, and planted another soft kiss against the back of her head.

“The movie’s still on.”

“Watch the next part, it’s amazing,” Rafe whispered, still holding her close. They were both naked, still coming down from their highs, but Rafe had never felt better.

(Y/N) turned to look at him. “You’re still an asshole.”

He placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Your asshole.”

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tariah23 · 2 years ago

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My Uncle passed away earlier today and man, it’s just… Mom hasn’t cried yet but I know that she will soon. It doesn’t even feel real. He was always known as the one that you could count on in the family. If someone died or was sick and he knew that you didn’t have a way to get to that person or to their funeral, etc, he’d always be the one to pick your ass up early in the morning to take you. He used to give the tightest hugs ever and I used to hate it whenever he’d kiss my cheek because of his beard lol. I’d always wipe his kisses off whenever he wasn’t looking lmfao. But now, man… he was always the silly, loud uncle and we have sm fun memories of him even before he got into drugs and got really sick with his diabetes and stuff. I remember how he’d always be the one in the family to take everyone everywhere in his big ole green family van back in the day… he used to give all of the kids money whenever he’d see us lol. A dollar but a dollar used to go a long way back in the early 00’s lmfao. I still wish that he could’ve taught my siblings and I how to drive… he taught sm of our cousins and other family members how to drive but not us lol. The last time that I talked to him was on Mom’s bday the other day (on the 18th) since he called and he sounded so out of it over the phone… not his usual loud and happy self. Sometimes, whenever he would call us, he’d pretend like he was the police or like, a random white guy and we’d all be like “we KNOW it’s you, Uncle Dale 😩!” Lmfaooo. He used to do that sometimes whenever he’d knock on our door, too like boy, stop. I remember when my sis and I got in trouble back in HS for shoplifting (our friend got us into it orz) and he was the one to pick us up from the station and we were scared of our other uncle, the one that no one likes, that asshole, was gonna pick us up and beat us or whatever. But Uncle Dale picked us up instead and we stopped at a gas station or something? And he was like “Y’all know damn well y’all don’t do this but if you were gonna steal, at least do it RIGHT! Like this!” *proceeds to demonstrate how to properly steal something without getting caught right in front of us* lmfaooo. He stole some candy off the shelf and pretended like he tripped and fell to the floor all extra like, twisting around like a goofy and then got up and had the candy in his pocket like, that memory always makes me burst out laughing so much whenever I remember it lmfao. Like bro 😭! I think he gave us the candy, too lol. My sis and I were like 16 at the time I think? My Uncle man, he was just always so fun and happy! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him get angry before or talk badly about anyone like he was just a good dude. He used to be a butcher and stuff and I remember him living in a huge house with his ex wife (she was awful and used to treat him badly. He paid for her weight loss surgery. He put her through school and paid for their house and basically did everything for her no matter how awful she would be towards him and she left him for a White dude 🚶🏾‍♀️ etc etc. No one in the family ever liked her anyway, even Granny. And if Granny didn’t like you than… 🗿. I remember when her daughter tricked my sis, cousin, and I into cleaning up her room for her after we came back from our grannies funeral and only paid us like, $1 or something and we had to split it 🗿. I should’ve told my mom on her. We were at our Uncle’s house when this happened since she lived there and had a big ass room to herself and when my cousin picked up her nasty underwear, we all freaked out and he tossed it across the room 🗿.) I’m getting off topic but man, we have sm great memories of him. He got on drugs and stuff and he lost a ton of weight (he used to be really hefty and stuff but the last bunch of times that we saw him, he just kept on getting skinnier and skinnier…. I hugged him and was like “Uncle Dale, you lost sm weight!?” out loud and I immediately felt awful afterwards. Man……… I’m just… His son, our cousin, just passed last year. He was murdered and we still don’t know who killed him.

#rambling #just… man

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just-mya-writing · 4 years ago

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Break Up

Kenny x reader break up. Also Kyle x reader break up. Much angst. Writing this through tears. Gender neutral reader.

TW//: implied suicide

You and Kyle used to be the perfect couple. All throughout high school, you two were always seen by each others side. If your class was on the third floor while his was outside, he’d walk you to class every single day. He did football, so you did sports medicine. You did theatre, so he did orchestra. Whatever you did, wherever you went, Kyle wasn’t too far behind. You even shared multiple AP and honors classes together. After all, who could possibly make for a better lab partner?

Cartman extended his mistreatment of Kyle towards you, but neither of you cared for what the fat man said. Stan became one of your closest and dearest friends, becoming the unfortunate third wheel. Meanwhile, Kenny-

Kenny.

Kenny was...your ex. A bittersweet relationship between the two of you lasted a whole three years before the ugly end. You don’t like thinking about it. You don’t like talking about it. You hated him. Hated all the tears he made tumble down your cheeks. Hated the ache you felt in your heart, in your stomach, each and every time you saw the color orange. You hated the sunsets you’d used to watch together and the constellations he had learned just to impress you. You hated his goofy smile, and unkept hair, and large warm hands.

You hated Kenny McCormick.

From that bittersweet summer of eighth grade all throughout high school. Every time something reminded you of the boy, the pain and resentment swirled around inside, fighting for dominance. But perhaps the one thing you hated most of all was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of him.

That summer was rough. The breakup, the fighting, the tears. It happened just like it does in all those stupid movies you watched with him. Unlike those movies however, there was no big reunion. No ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I need you in my life’. Nothing. Just like you felt when you ran, barefoot, away from his house. Tears and insults flying behind you. Your intended destination was the park. You didn’t go to the park.

You heard the red haired boy gasp your name as you tumbled inside, hiccupping sobs still coming out from clenched teeth. You did the first thing that came to mind. The first thing you could think of. You hugged your friend Kyle. Tightly wrapping your arms around his skinny body, you pulled him as close as you could. His mom was yelling at him to close the door, or maybe she was yelling at him to come back to the dinner table. You don’t know. The only thing that you could think about was your boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend. And the way Kyle’s arms felt around you. Soft. Sturdy.

Safe.

He comforted you through tears and a bottle of room temperature water. He didn’t have to, but he did. Of course he would...it’s Kyle. He’d stand between you and an angry hornet if he had to. That’s just the kind of person he was. You were thankful, apologizing when you weren’t thanking him for sitting beside you. Your soft whimpers turned silent as he soothed your thoughts and wiped away your tears. You knew he was saying something, but couldn’t remember the words. But you remember the warmth felt while being with Kyle. Kenny’s name and crime soon melted away from your mind from a single kiss on your forehead. Kyle’s lips were soft. As soft as his chest, which was softer than your favorite pillow. You hated how quickly you fell asleep that night. You hated how you didn’t hear him as he confessed his love for you, smiling the whole time. You hated how neither of you had talked about that night for days afterwards. But now, you hated how you agreed to go out with him.

Kyle was very different from Kenny. Obviously. Kenny took you on random trips to the beach and ran through sprinklers with you on his back. Kyle planned coffee dates and walked through the park with you my his side. Kyle kissed you as if he cherished every last second. Kenny kissed you as if it were his last second alive. Kyle wanted to take things slow. Kenny joked about the names he thought of giving the kids you were going to have. Both had told you he loved you more than anything else.

“...I guess that was a lie.” you whispered to yourself. You wanted to laugh, but all that came out was a dry chuckle. You watched as your phone blinked 1% for a few short seconds before finally dying. It too had given up on you when you needed it. You placed the dead phone on the sidewalk you were sitting on, staring at your reflection. You couldn’t register the person staring back at you was...you. The person in the reflection looked sad, miserable. They had tears in their eyes. But you don’t-

Oh. You were crying. You didn’t bother wiping them away, letting large drops splash on top of your useless phone. The streetlight you sat under fizzled, then shut off, leaving you in near complete darkness. Alone. You were tired. You wanted to go to sleep. You laid down on the cold sidewalk, curling up in a futile attempt to conserve as much body heat as possible. You heard his voice echoing in your head.

“It’s just not working out anymore”

You tried to shut it out, tried to ignore the feelings that bubbled up to your throat.

“I can’t do this anymore...I just can’t! You’re insufferable! I just. I need to be alone!”

“Kyle...please” you whispered. Teeth chattering. You were scared that the tears sliding out from your closed eyes would freeze them shut forever.

“Get out. I said get out! Out!”

You wouldn’t have minded never opening your eyes again.

“Kyle...you-you promised. You promised me forever...was that just-”

“For fucks sake, get the hell out of here already!”

You’re starting to thing Kyle wouldn’t mind either.

“Hey...hey Ken. It’s, uh. It’s me.”

“Ooooh, hi hi me. Helloooo”

“I-Kenny are you drunk?”

“...maybe”

Not even Kenny, the boy who said he’d move mountains for you, would care if you just...if you’d...

“Pfft. Skkrt...bwahaha! You mean. You’re actually-aha to tell me. You? In New York right now? Yeeeeah right. I’m no dumbass, dumbass. Your the dumbass...d-d...dumbass.”

Maybe he was right. You were a dumbass. But hey, at least now you know.

“I won’t miss you”

#south park #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #kenny x reader #kyle x reader #angst

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ahkaahshi · 4 years ago

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lil things that bring them joy + lil things that annoy the crap outta them [hcs]

characters: sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime

genre: fluff

warning(s): one suggestive comment. what would my work be without one?

notes: I promise I do work for other characters aside from sakusa on this blog but I can’t contain my desire to write him and I'm not sorry. so here he is. again!

lil things that bring him joy

crawling into a freshly made bed. just loves how crisp the sheets feel n the smell of fresh linens. makes him feel very safe.

getting all his laundry done + his clothes folded. loves putting everything in its designated place all neat and tidy.

coming home to a clean house. if you clean just for him before he comes home from traveling for a game, he’s another step closer to getting on his knee. (it’s only fair considering how many times you’ve probs gotten on yours for him... just sayin)

symmetry and congruence. loves when things line up, whether it’s furniture in the house fitting perfectly in corners/the center of the walls or slices of cake being evenly shaped and cut with precision

having the exact change needed. or, better: when the total comes out to a whole number.

not having the seat next to him on the bus/train/bench taken. if anyone sits next to him when there’s open seats elsewhere, he’s movin 🏃🏻‍♂️

finding a brand new bottle of hand sanitizer that he forgot he had (#just omi things)

lil things that annoy the crap outta him

the sound of someone chewing with their mouth open! it’s taking all his strength not to stab them with his chopsticks!!

realizing that his water bottle’s empty n there’s no place nearby to refill it. where’s his brita when he needs it??

random messes in the house. clutter is okay, but having stuff just lying around, totally out of place drives him a lil nuts. don’t let the dishes pile up in the sink or else he’s coming for you with the dish gloves and soap!!

people who stand too close to him in line! will glare at them until they step off!

when his clothing gets wet/stained. he’s in the laundry room with that arm and hammer cranking out whatever spilled on him asap

when the clocks in the house aren’t set to the same time. is the type of person who says “it’s 11:28″ instead of rounding up to 11:30.

unfinished conversations. don't leave him on read in the middle of one over text, even if you’re mad; it’ll drive him nuts. if you’re busy, tell him that beforehand and say you will continue the convo when you’re free to give him peace of mind!

lil things that bring him joy

seeing animal couples hangin out together/bein cute/playing. reminds him that love isn’t dead n makes him think of you.

weighted blankets. makes him feel like he’s bein hugged. will only sleep under a weighted blanket when you’re away 🥺

the smell of freshly baked cookies. makes him feel nostalgic.

when the train arrives right when he gets to the platform

when the last line of his problem/formula ends right on the last line of the page. he hates having empty lines at the bottom of a page bc he feels guilty for not using them but he also doesn’t wanna flip back n forth to check his work!!

seeing his friends succeed at something, no matter how small! a supportive king!

listening to you talk about something that makes you so happy that he can see your eyes practically sparkling

lil things that annoy the crap outta him

getting tailgated on the freeway! if the dude driving behind him is so close kuroo can practically see the pimple on his chin in his rearview mirror, he’s getting heated. esp if he’s not even in the fast lane.

when rain wasn’t forecasted and it rains. and he didn’t bring an umbrella. and he steps in a puddle.

getting aggressively barked at by dogs (inuoka?) when he walks down the sidewalk, past people’s houses. he didn’t do anything! leave him alone!

shoes that are just that little bit too small and slightly crush his tootsies but are also too big on him when he tries going up a size

when people bump into him and don’t apologize/acknowledge that it happened. own up to it!

pilling on the inside of his favorite sweaters (pilling is when fibers become separated thru washing and bunch up at the surface, causing those uncomfortable, unsightly, little "pills” on fabric)

getting a pebble/piece of gravel stuck in the bottom of his sneakers that he literally has to pry out bc it doesn’t come out on its own when he does a lil stomp 😤

lil things that bring him joy

lil love notes/texts from you. he loves seeing your handwriting/face at the top of his messages :)

catching a sunset at its most vibrant moment. it’s a simple thing, but it reminds him to slow down and take a breath.

when someone else’s dog strains against its leash bc it wants to visit him for a pet. he will pet!

finding what he needs in his backpack without having to do any digging around. loves being organized!

getting in that really good stretch after a long day of work/class/training. buy a matching foam roller and roll out with him!

bumping into an old friend/teammate/classmate out of the blue.

seeing that his actions, in some way, have positively affected another person, no matter who they are. ex: seeing a mom struggling to handle her kid/s and her groceries breathe out a sigh of relief when he offers to help carry her stuff to her car. brb on my way to buy a ring

lil things that annoy the crap outta him

when the walk sign turns red before he’s even halfway across the street. the pressure he feels to run the rest of the way is intense.

buying a new brand of product to save money and finding out it’s not as good as what he usually gets.

waking up in the morning to find his phone didn’t charge at all. that’s when he knows the day is gonna suck.

not being able to find something that he remembers telling himself to move bc he knew he would forget where it was

burning his mouth on a hot drink and having that scratchy sensation on his tongue for the rest of the day

being called iwa-chan by literally anyone other than oikawa. barely tolerates it from him anyway. is fuming (internally) if oikawa’s fangirls refer to him by that name.

having to make a struggle meal bc he forgot to get groceries n he’s too burnt out to go to the store, or it’s closed

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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years ago

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Family Time - Walter Marshall

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female!Reader

Words: 3k

Summary: Faye doesn’t really like Y/N, because she feels like she’s trying to steal her mother’s place in the family, and Walter has had enough.

Warnings: Some cursing. Kinda daughter hating dad’s girlfriend... (does that need to be a warning? not sure)

(A/N: This is not my gif)

Whenever Walter is working on a new case, you’re in charge of the house, since, well, somebody has to look over it when he’s occupied. He trusts you.

In other words: he believes you can keep the apartment from exploding.

You two have been dating for almost three years and your relationship with his daughter is still rough.

You never really expected Faye to welcome you with wide open arms, since... In her eyes you’re taking her mom’s place. But you did believe that she would eventually warm up to you.

And that did not happen.

You have been familiar with the tradition of Faye coming over to spend a week at her dad’s ever since you started dating Walter, so you’ve already got the calendar down. And you absolutely hated whenever it landed on Walter’s rough cases, seeing that it meant: being with Faye all on your own.

Today is the first day of that (kind of) week, and since Walter is too busy to go pick up his daughter, you’re in charge.

Sophia, Walter’s ex-wife, also trusts you enough to let you pick up Faye, which is what you believe to be the only good thing about that side of the family.

You stay on your phone, leaning back on the car, while waiting for Faye to walk out of the house; and you are not surprised when you notice that she’s already 20 minutes late.

She must be pleading her mom to not have to stay with you for a whole week.

It wouldn’t be a surprise to you.

The sound of the front door opening is heard from where you’re standing, and you lift your head to look at both Faye and Sophia.

“We’re so sorry for the delay” Sophia says right as she’s close enough to you, “We couldn’t find Faye’s favorite shirt”

Bullshit, you thought to yourself.

“It’s okay” You say with a soft smile.

As Sophia starts her usual small talk with you, Faye walks by you and opens the backseat door, jumping in without directing a word at you.

“How’s Walter?” Sophia asks and you look away from the closed door.

“I haven’t seen him that much lately” You start, making Sophia nod understandably, “But from what he says in the phone calls, he’s both tired and hungry”

Sophia smiles at your words, even giving you a little chuckle, and then looks over at the car and at her daughter, through slightly tinted glass.

“You two should go, now. I need to leave for work in a few minutes” She exclaims.

You smile at her, finishing your conversation and walk around back the car as she goes back inside her house. You open the driver’s seat door after a big deep breath, and take your seat.

“How have you been?” You ask the teenage girl, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

Silence. That’s all you got.

“Okay...” You say to yourself before turning the key on the ignition and starting the car.

During your drive to the apartment, you decided to turn on the radio, in hopes that it would eventually kill the awkward silence between the two of you, but it didn’t really work that well. You actually believe that it made it worse.

But the worst part was the whole elevator trip to the floor of the apartment. Faye looked like the most depressed kid beside you, she didn’t even check her phone once. She just stared at the doors the whole time, emotionless.

Once the door of the apartment was open, she moved right past you and settled herself on the couch, with her back towards you.

You sigh and throw your head back to stare at the ceiling, trying to regain strength to carry on with total patience. This is just the first day.

You grab her backpack from the ground and take it over to her room, walking back to the living room/kitchen once done.

“Do you want anything to eat?” You ask the girl as you stood by the island of the kitchen.

She shakes her head in response.

“Uhm… Do you want to watch a movie?”

She shakes her head, again.

You bite your lip as a way to deal with your frustration and stare at the back of her head.

This is going to be fun.

[…]

You stare at the TV and sigh in boredom. The only thing that can be heard in the whole apartment is the TV. It really feels like you were home alone.

Faye ran to her room a few hours ago and you decided to just sit down and watch something random on the TV, right after she did that.

The truth is: If Faye wasn’t in the same apartment as you, you would be laying in your very comfortable queen-sized bed, taking a nap and sleeping like a total rock. But since you didn’t want to play the nonexistent “babysitter” towards your boyfriend’s daughter, you decided to stay where she could see you if she ever needed you.

The front door of the apartment unlocks, and you almost snap your neck when trying to see if it’s Walter.

(Even if that was highly stupid of you, since, nobody else has a key except for the two of you. But you just couldn’t believe that he was home).

As your boyfriend walks in the apartment, you get up and walk over to him right away.

“Look if it isn’t the man who has abandoned me for the past week” You tease as he looks over at you. Walter smiles and quickly pulls you into a hug as soon as you open your arms from him. He lifts you off the ground, as always, and hugs you as tightly as possible, “I’m surprised I even remembered your face”

Walter smiles at your joke and you peck his lips once, cupping his face.

You take a good look at his tired expression while running your thumbs over his cheeks, but that was simply until you remembered about the absence of his child.

“She’s in the bedroom”

He frowns at your words, since he had assumed that she had been sitting next to you on the couch this whole time, and puts you back on the floor.

“What do you want for dinner?” You ask him before he could walk off, since you can start making you right now.

“We’ll order something in”

You walk around the small island of the kitchen as Walter walks away, and you look at him while he knocks on his daughter’s bedroom door.

A small voice is heard over the sound of the TV and you see your boyfriend open the door slowly and walk in.

Walter steps into the dark bedroom and his eyes land right on the bed, where his daughter laid with her phone in hand (it also being the only light source in the whole room).

She doesn’t get up to welcome him or any of the sort, so he walks around the bed and sits down beside her.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he runs his hand down her arm, comfortably.

“Nothing” Faye answers in a whisper.

“Then why are you in a dark room all by yourself and acting all depressed?”

The joking tone flies right over Faye’s head as she looks up from her phone at her dad.

“I just don’t want to stay in the living room”

“Why?”

“Your couch is uncomfortable”

Walter snorts at his daughter’s words and she holds in her smile. His laughter will always be contagious to her.

“This isn’t because of Y/N, is it?” He asks in a lower tone and she looks away, back to her phone, not wanting to talk about you. “Did she do anything this time?”

As Faye continues to stay silent, Walter lays down next to her, making the twin sized bed look and feel rather smaller, to the point where if one moves, the other is going down. Being the ‘other’, Faye.

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No”

“What can I do to make you like each other, then?” He asks, the tone of his voice sounding rather frustrated.

“Nothing”

Walter clenches his jaw at the dry tone and looks down at Faye with annoyance all written over his face. It’s been three years for god’s sake, the man has to have a breaking point.

“Will you ever give her a change, Faye?”

“I already gave her one”

“When?”

“When I first met her” She answers, taking her eyes off her phone to look at her dad, who stared at her, “It’s true”

“We both know it’s not”

Faye shrugs her shoulders and looks back at it, ignoring her dad. And that was until her phone is snatched right out of her hands.

“Hey!” She says loudly as her dad sits up with the phone on his hands, “Give it back!”

“No,” He says while getting up, turning on the lights, “You’re not having it back until you walk into that kitchen, with a big smile on your face and with your good manners, and give Y/N a real chance” He orders, emphasizing the world ‘real’.

Faye stares at Walter with annoyance all written in her face, just like his, and quickly gets up.

“Fine,”

Walter nods at her while turning to the door and opening it widely, grabbing your attention all the way back in the kitchen.

You didn’t hear a thing, except for Faye’s shouting to give something back.

“So, what do you prefer…” Walter starts loudly while walking back to the kitchen with his daughter right behind him, still in the small hallway, “Chinese food, Mexican food or pizza…?”

You two stare at the young girl and she looks at you for a quick second.

“Chinese” She answers her dad quickly, who nods and grabs his phone, probably to make the order on a app.

You two stare at the man in silence, not really knowing what to do without him starting a conversation, and he looks up when feeling the two pair of his on him.

“You guys can go watch something” He says, almost as if he was remembering you two that you were free to go whatever the heck you wanted (well, except for Faye, she’s still a minor).

You walk over to the couch and as you sat down, you notice Faye taking a seat right beside you. You look at her with shock in your eyes for almost a minute, until she speaks.

“Do you want to watch something together?” Faye asks you, making you almost gasp at her words.

“Uhm” You start before looking back at her dad, who looked right in between the two of you, “Yeah, sure. You can choose”

What type of dark magic did Walter do to Faye?

You look over at the young girl as she scrolls through her phone to find a movie on Netflix and Walter decides to take a seat beside you.

“You better chose a good movie, I don’t plan on falling asleep before dinner gets here” Walter says to Faye, teasingly, making you smile at him.

Faye rolls her eyes and passes her phone over to her dad, probably for him to check if the movie is okay and up to his non-sleeping standards.

“Yeah, that one’s fine”

(…)

You grab the last plate from the coffee table and walk over to the kitchen, ready to start washing the dishes, since Walter is mostly passed out on the couch.

“Can I help?” Faye asks from behind you.

You look over your shoulder and nod with a smile.

“Yeah, can you just put the leftovers in the fridge, please?” You ask her, not wanting to be a bigger pain in the ass by making her do something more tiring.

Faye nods and almost runs over to the coffee table in the living room, grabbing the take-out boxes, some of them weren’t even opened, considering, Walter's habit of buying more than he can eat.

As you wash the dishes in silence and Faye is done with putting everything away in the fridge, you start putting everything inside the dishwasher.

The young girl steps in beside you and grabs the three plates from the sink, taking them over to the dishwasher, helping you a whole lot, since you’re still trying to figure out how you’re going to fit the last glass cups.

“Thank you” You tell her, when noticing what she’s doing, and she simply looks up and smiles.

“You’re welcome”

As you turn the machine on, Faye walks back to the couch and sits down next to her dad, who is still half awake. You sit down as well, on Walter’s other side, and his arm wraps around you to pull you in closer.

You lean your head on his shoulder and in the matter of seconds, Walter is asleep, laying his head on top of yours.

You continue to stare at the TV in silence, your eyes are also starting to feel heavier and heavier by the second.

“This movie is boring” Faye whispers and you move your head slightly to look at her, and she is already looking at you, with a small smile.

“You can change to something you like” You tell her, and she shakes her head.

“We’re only in the beginning, it might get better at the end”

And with that, the two of you stared back into the TV, trying to see if Walter’s taste in movies is as good as he says, but slowly, the two of you fell asleep next to the man himself.

(…)

You wake up with a crashing sound coming from the kitchen and once you lift your head as a reflex, you notice that you’re laying in bed.

Walter is asleep right next to you and did not moved a muscle. Judging by his change of clothes from the ones last night, you’re quick to guess that he is the reason why you’re laying in the bed in the first place.

You sit up slowly, taking Walter’s arm from around your waist and walk over to the door. As you walked out and peeked in the kitchen, you see Faye with a frying pan in her hand.

“Hey” You tell her as you close the door and walk in the kitchen, she look up at you, “What are you doing?”

“Breakfast” She answers while turning on the stove, “You and dad were still asleep, and I was hungry, so now... I’m doing pancakes”

You still need to get used to her ‘longer’ answers.

“Do you need any help?”

“Nope”

You nod at her answer and walk over to the kitchen island, taking a seat on the high stool to watch her cook.

You two stay silent as music played from Faye’s phone at low volume and you watch her cook.

This time, the music wasn’t like the one in the car, it actually made you two feel comfortable with each other rather then awkward.

As Faye pours the first scoop of batter into the pan, you look at her and notice how she slightly frowns when concentrated.

“Where’s my dad?” She asks while putting down the bowl back on the counter.

“Still asleep”

“I didn’t wake him up?” She asks with a shocked expression and you smile at her while shaking your head. “Weird”

The girl grabs a spatula from the drawer and flips the pancake in a quick second, lowering the heat after staring for a bit.

As she puts the spatula down, she walks around the island and takes a seat next to you.

“I wanted to talk to you about something” She starts, and your mind quickly fills with the various possibilities, like: ‘what if she’s only being nice because she broke something of mine’.

“Okay…”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for…” Oh no, “being such a bitch to you”

Your eyes widen at her words and you open your mouth to speak but she beats you to it.

“I was a bitch because I thought that you and my dad would never work out, no offence. And in the beginning, I just wanted my dad and my mom to be together again” She admits while sometimes looking down at the ground, “It was childish of me. I just… Didn’t want you to take my mom’s place”

You frown a bit at her words and give her a small comforting smile.

“That was never my intention… To make it seem as I wanted to take your mom’s place” You start and she nods, looking back at you, “And if I ever did show that, I’m sorry as well. I love your dad very much, and that comes with loving you too- Even if that means having to ignore each other for a whole week”

Faye smiles a bit at your words, and you lay your hand on her back.

“I’m really sorry” She says with a sad tone.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” You say while running your hand on her back, comfortably, “I forgive you”

Faye, without a second thought, grabs your arm and pulls you closer to her, so she can easily wrap her arms around him and pull you in a hug. Your eyes widen a bit as you were not expecting that, but slowly your arms wrapped around her as well, hugging her back.

“Why the hell does the house smell like burning?” A deep voice sounds from the hallway and Faye gasps in your arms.

You pull away quickly and she jumps out of stool, running over to the stove to flip her pancake. She groans as the side of the pancake is now black instead of the satisfying golden brown, takes it to the trash right away.

Walter walks in the kitchen as Faye closes the trash and he points his finger at her.

“Should’ve guessed that it was your doing” He says, “Who else would’ve wanted to burn my kitchen down?”

Faye rolls her eyes at her dad and he smiles at her as she walks over to him. The girl hugs his torso as to say a quick ‘good morning’ and he kisses the top of her head.

“What were you two talking about?” He asks as his daughter pulls away to restart her breakfast.

You open your mouth to answer him, but Faye is quick to beat you to it, again.

“Nothing” She says before turning around back to you and sending you a wink.

Walter frowns while looking at the two of you and Faye grabs his hand to pull him towards her, saying something about him helping her with the pancakes.

There’s no way in hell that he is knowing about her whole speech this early in the morning.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it.

#walter marshall x reader #walter marshall #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #walter marshall imagine #night hunter #henry cavill #imagines

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thirstystarkey · 4 years ago

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Does your pretty face see what he's worth? 🌊 JJ MAYBANK

Requested by: @chinamolina602

Prompt: When JJ left Outer Banks he never in a million years thought about falling in love again, too traumatized from the previous toxic relationships, that was when he met Y/N a fearless girl who ran away to chase her surfer dreams who made JJ gave love a second change, the blond boy’s life took a 360° turn and from a pogue he turned into a surf legend. Returning to Outer Banks for a surf competition he comes across his ex girlfriend, a kook girl who thought he wasn’t enough for her but this time Y/N will teach this girl a lesson while her rockstar boyfriend rides the biggest waves.

THE first time Y/N saw JJ he came through her surf school with two heavy bags and a surfboard along with the paper she previously put out hiring for a surf teacher. She was working on some shell necklaces while some reggie tunes played in the background along with the waves and the chatting from the beaches.

“Is the offer still up?” JJ questioned the girl dropping his bags into the ground. He left everything behind in Outer Banks, taking only the necessary with him and enough money to survive. “I need this job.”

“Well, the offer is pretty much still up.” Y/N placed the shell down while she got up from the high chair she was sitting down during the past half hour. “Let’s see what you got then.” The tanned girl challenged him grabbing her own surfboard.

“N-now?” He asked, taken aback from her sudden proposal.

“Didn’t you said you needed the job?” Y/N grinned. “Show me what you got.”

“Bet.” He followed her to the sand. “Where’s your boss at?” Silly boy she thought.

“You’re looking at her.” She laughed taking off her shorts, getting ready to surf.

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly feeling embarrassed.

“I hear that a lot, you didn’t offend my ego.” Y/N winked at him. “Enough talk, time to catch waves.” She ran towards the water and he followed.

After the test both of them came out of the water out of breath. Y/N was mesmerized by how gracefully he moved in the water, so effortlessly. She had to hire him, she knew he could go far from that moment. Y/N saw the potential in him.

“Y/N!” She introduced herself properly, stretching her hand towards the confused boy.

“JJ.” He answered shaking her hand, confused by her smile.

“You got the job.” She said happy and JJ smiled relief.

“Thank you so so much Y/N, I won’t let you down!” He promised.

“Well I hope you won’t.” She said walking with him towards the school. “Here, tomorrow, at 6am.” She told him.

“That’s early.” He said not to happy with the chosen hour.

“You prefer 5am?” She joked.

“No, 6am it’s fine.” He laughed briefly scratching his head.

There he was the next day at 6am on the dot. Y/N was at least surprised when she arrived still a bit sleepy with her other two coworkers, Andy and Bodhi.

“Andy, Bodhi meet JJ.” Y/N introduced the boys. “He will be working with us from now on.” She patted them on the back.

“Hey man!” Bodhi said, oddly happy for that time in the morning. “Let’s catch some waves dude.”

“He’s a little cuckoo.” Y/N giggled watching the boys interact.

At the end of the first lesson JJ was dead. He never thought teaching little kid how to surf could be so tiring, he felt exhausted and the heat of Hawaii leaving him breathless yet he felt this strange overwhelming feeling of freedom. JJ felt like he was born again.

“You can go freshen up if you need, I’ll be here.” Y/N said when they got to the building and he did.

The surf school was a honest small business Y/N got when she came to Hawaii, her upbringing was hard and full of ups and downs. Growing up in a toxic home environment made it hard for her to succeed, she felt depressed all the time so one day in a act of bravery after her mom passed away she packed her bags and left never looking back. This was her home now. Her sanctuary, the place where she found inner peace and true happiness.

Y/N made two smoothie bowls, one for her and one for JJ as she waited for him to come back. She always cared for everyone and due to the extremely hot day she felt that a fresh snack could revive JJ for the next class.

“We don’t get one?” Andy frowned.

“You didn’t teach you don’t get a bowl, cry baby.” Y/N mocked him.

Once JJ returned he sat in front of Y/N still a bit awkward with the new group.

“Here, I made you one.” Y/N handed him one of the bowls.

“Why?” JJ asked confused.

“Because you’ve been in the sun for a long time, you need to eat.” Y/N explained almost mocking him.

“Thank you..” He said slowly taking the bowl into his hands. JJ immediately hummed when he tasted the fruity taste in his mouth which made everyone giggle. “This is good.” He complemented with a mouthful.

“Y/N makes the best smoothie bowls I swear!” Bodhi told, secretly jealous he didn’t get one.

JUST LIKE THAT days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. JJ and Y/N only grew closer to each other, falling deeply for each other. Y/N made JJ feel things he never felt before, he became peaceful. Made new friends. He started over rebranding his name.

At first JJ wasn’t very fond of Y/N’s bubbly personality, her extreme happiness left him wondering the reasons behind it but eventually with time he grew more and more attached to it and realized that it was exactly what he’s been missing for years on end, he craved someone with a soul like hers. To JJ, Y/N was what the poets write about in pretty poems. She was his embodiment of the color yellow, she felt like the sun and the ocean at the same time. Her aura was beautifully mesmerizing.

With all started when one night after Y/N and JJ were left alone to close the school. She invited him to go grab some food before they both head to there separate ways. They ended up talking hours on end, over everything and anything, they kept drinking cheap beer and chatting until the owner of the restaurant told them he was about to close and they really needed to leave.

Next came lunches together, walks down the beach together, listening to music in the car at some random parking lot. The most important one, surfing together.

The night JJ told Y/N about his past she cried, unable to keep herself together. He talked with so much passion of his friends, they were his family she learned, so for something forcing him to leave everything behind it had to be painful.

“Do you miss them?” Y/N asked looking at the moon, they were talking in her balcony.

“I do sometimes, but I know they are waiting for me.” He says. “But I needed to leave that shit town, I had the urge to start over after the situation with the gold.” He explained.

“I get that, the urge to run away.” Y/N said, looking at him him while she rested her head in her shoulder.

“You do?” JJ asked curiously.

“I ran away from home two years ago.” She bursted out her secret. It felt good to finally tell someone. “When my mom died I packed my bags and left at the first opportunity I got, my dad was a monster I couldn’t stay with him.” Y/N explained.

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserved going through that stuff.” JJ said grabbing her hand. “Everything will work out now.” He cheered her, rubbing her hand.

The first time they kissed still felt like yesterday, it happened at a beach party where everyone had to wear white. It was a tradition. They weren’t drunk but JJ swore on his life that Y/N looked like a true angel dressed in that beautiful white dress with her hair down and soft makeup, he never saw her like that. When he kissed her, Y/N felt like the night turned into day again extremely lost in his arms to think coherently. Fast forward to a few weeks later, the first night they slept together happen on her birthday. JJ, Andy and Bodhi planned a surprise birthday party for her at the surf school, everyone came which left her surprised. She never had one of those parties.

The school only grew more popular among the population and throughout the years JJ became a surf icon around the continent. Y/N was always there, winning some medals as well and supporting her boyfriend along the way. They walked the road together, they slept in vans together when they couldn’t afford hotel rooms and Y/N never once complained about it. She loved the experience, it made her feel alive.

One night, they stopped to get some rest and JJ remembered how the first girl he thought he loved was never by his side, instead she was always mad at him for the things he loved. Of course that been a pogue dating a kook was hard but with Y/N everything came so easily, it made him wonder.

“You know, I once dated a girl that was nothing like you.” He said out of nowhere carressing her hair. Y/N looked at him for more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, she was always so stuck up her nose and she always ramble about me and my friends and how she hated that i surfed.” He laughed. “I’m so grateful that I found you and I got this opportunity to win this championship.” He kissed her hairline.

“I’m grateful I can be by your side.” She said. “Since the first time you walked in that school I knew you could go a long way.” Y/N confessed. “I believed in you.” She added sleepy.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N, I’m so excited about you meeting my friends.” He said happy.

“The pogues huh, I will love them.” She laughed in his arms.

LIFE AT OUTER BANKS didn’t change that much, Kiara now owned The Wreck and shared a house with Pope who was her boyfriend, Pope, a young man who lost a scholarship to help his best friends still found a job he enjoyed at the hospital. John B and Sarah never came back even though they still updated their friends from time to time.

The last spot of the competition JJ and Y/N where on took place at Outer Banks, everyone knew his name since he left and became a surf legend. The beach was full, everyone came to see JJ surf along with the other famous surfers. And his ex girlfriend also came, surprising Y/N and JJ with a baby in her arms and a tired look on her pretty hollow face.

She approach Y/N unaware of her relationship with JJ now, Y/N was working backstage with the organization of the event while the girl tapped her shoulder getting her attention.

“Hi, I’m Olivia.” She introduced herself and immediately Y/N recognized that name from JJ’s stories. This was the ex girlfriend. “Where’s JJ?” She asked a bit rudely.

“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a slight smile. “He’s surfing right now, as you can see.” Y/N pointed towards the water where the blond boy receive applauses.

“I really need to talk to him.” Olivia stated annoyed, clearly not understanding what Y/N said previously.

“You need to wait until he finishes.” Y/N warned looking at her boyfriend while he catched good waves.

“I don’t have your time.” Olivia said in a high pitch voice. “I need to talk with him now, who do you think you are? A good little friend? I’m his ex girlfriend that he loved, I’m sure he is dying to see me.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Olivia done with her.

“Sorry, Olivia, but you missed out.” Y/N laughed softly looking at her. “Tough luck, that boy’s mine now.” She winked at Olivia who had a rather mad expression in her face. “You should know that we are more than good friends and that’s how the story ends.” She added calmly.

Olivia opened her mouth but nothing came so Y/N kept on talking, she had so many things to tell her.

“I’m not judging you, it’s just a shame you couldn’t see the man this boy could be.” Y/N said proud of JJ, while she took a few glances at him coming out of the water, already drowning in reporters to get his words. “Olivia if I can teach you something you should know that there’s always more than what meets the eye, while you couldn’t look past JJ’s friends and his passions I saw the soul inside him.” Y/N spoke looking straight at JJ while he stepped on the podium, he got the first place. He won.

“I’m sorry, I have to you.” Olivia said embarrassed. “And don’t worry, this isn’t his child. I hope you two are happy.” She said walking away.

“I hope you find someone and truly love them Olivia, it was nice to meet you.” Y/N said politely, offering her hand for Olivia to shake.

When Y/N was free again she left Andy and Bodhi with the paper work and she ran straight to JJ’s arms. She jumped into his arms and JJ held her right away while Y/N kissed his whole face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She managed to congratulate him through the kisses. “I love you so much JJ Maybank.” Y/N whispered into his lips before she kissed him properly. Getting lost in him and in his free spirit.

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doharas · 3 years ago

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“She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague.”

— BASICS

Name: Do Hara Age: 30 D.O.B: november 6, 1990 Gender: cis female Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: bisexual Hometown: seoul, south korea Affiliation: Law enforcement, not corrupt Job position: forensic pathologist Education: BA in biology, M.D Relationship status: divorced Children: none Positive traits: punctual, maverick, dutiful, empathetic Negative traits: abrasive, enigmatic, demanding, brazen

— BIOGRAPHY

TW: sibling death, alcoholism, psychological abuse

SHE WASN’T ALWAYS A DANGEROUNS GIRL...

for her start was very much calm, not having cried a single tear until the baby found herself on the arms of her mother. Together, both cried for the new life that arose in the world. Too proud to even show up, her father excused himself for a meeting just a few minutes before her arrival “Will this take too long?” He was heard asking the nurses more than once. But Hara and her mother were never alone, for her mom’s ‘big boy’ was right there next to them, crying with them both.

It became a habbit for her older brother, being the one always taking care for her. Bora was a busy woman, and while she always tried to be there for her kids, there were times when she was just a little too late. Haseok was just six when his sister came into his life, and even if they were never left alone, he took the hard task of taking care of her and protecting her from any harm,

And so the siblings grew up hand in hand, Hara always folling her brother’s footsteps.

BUT LIFE ISN’T LIKE IN THE MOVIES...

as she understood soon enough. In the movies, father’s took their chldren to ball games, and every time the father was too focused on his work, an extraordinary event happened to bring him back to his family. That never happened to Hara’s father. The girl used to sit on the front stairs to watch him go, and each time he came back he would find her waiting patiently for him. “Of course he loves you, baby, how could he not?” Her mother used to try and calm her each time it got a little to close to Hara’s heart.

She knew her father wasn’t bad, he was just too cold, too proud, and always too far from home. But that had been her only concern in life, until one night the screams came to her.

They all rushed to the hospital without saying much to the twelve year old. She stood still all night, seated at a chair on the waiting room while her parents discussed with doctors and nurses. She didn’t understand what was happening until the next morning, when she went up to meet her brother, who was laying on the hospital bed with a weak smile, “Hey monster, damn, even Godzilla would be afraid of you.” And they both laughed as if they were back home.

Haseok took care of his sister even on his last moments. Hara does not remember watching him cry, nor complain. She remembers him smiling, the same way he smiled at her each morning. If it were a movie, her brother would’ve never left.

IT WAS NEVER THE SAME...

how could it be without her best friend? She has always had him by her side, showing him the right path and encouraging her on the rough parts. Now, not even her mother seemed to be enough. “Mom?” She had gone to her parent’s room one night, almost a year after her brother’s death. “I had a nightmare...” But her mother was too busy taking care of her fund raising event. She smelt funny, but Hara had no time to comment before she was rushed away by her father.

Suddenly, she became nothing but another piece of furniture for her parents, and funny enough, her father was there for those events always on time, always besides her wife. She even once lied and said her driver was her father, and even if the man scolded her for it, she only looked at him through the mirror with an apologetic smile.

The people who worked at her parent’s house never left her alone. Each time her mother threw up after her events, they were there for the girl, doing their best in order to take her mind off the sounds coming from the bathroom. Hara couldn’t be tricked for much longer, for soon enough it was her who send her mother away. She has not heard of her parent’s ever since.

AND SO SHE FLEW FAR AWAY...

since there was no reason for her to stay. She left for New York to study, she wanted to be a doctor like the ones who had tried so hard to save her brother. It was also there were she met the love of her life. After all, life seemed to be a fairy tale, and she was living each second of it as if it were the last.

Perhaps someone with more experience would’ve warned her, and perhaps someone did, she was just in love and she refused to listen. But that type of love made her only hurt slowly, and her friends soon noticed the change in her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Her lips were used to those words, for it was all her fault and all she did was bother the rest. Her parents hated her for going against them, for leaving them behind to study something that would not help the family business. They hated her because she wasn’t her brother. Naturally, it was everything her fault.

So it wasn’t hard to make her believe it.

She got engeged, she got married, and suddenly all she felt was fear. Perhaps what made her wake up was walking in on her husband naked in bed with one of her best friends.

BUT IT ISN’T OVER YET...

or that was the last words she told herself before finally walking out of the apartment she had shared with her now ex husband. Finally, she feels like she has found her path, maybe a little later in life than either her or her brother would’ve wanted, but she finally felt like she was doing something right.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

THE OTHER SIDE. Hara is someone who has always tried to follow the rules. She has a very strong moral, or so she thinks. After finally divorcing her husband she realized that she had not done much with her life, she had just worked, studied, gotten married and nothing else. She might be young for her profession, but she is good at what she does, and I think it would be interesting to see someone trying to bring her to the dark side (we can make it angsty too, looove angst).

YOU GOT A FRIEND IN ME. After she left her husband she really didn’t want to stay on their apartment, so she is now living with a roomate, most certainly just for a little while. I think this friend would’ve been with her through almost all of the process and she would hold them close to her heart.

MISC. I am honestly open to whatever!! She needs work friends, fwb, she literally is starting to live her life as she wants to, not caring about anything, so probably some bad influences too, some good influences, some drinking buddies. I am up for everything and anything!!

— MEET THE OOC

hello everyone! my name is moonie and I have been roleplaying for a lot longer than I should’ve. I began my rping journy on Spanish forums, then moved to tumblr, then tried my luck on twitter and now I am back!! I love plotting, I love being able to write a character and push them to places I didn’t think they could go to, and my favorite moment is when people send me random messages with plot ideas, or something that reminded them of our characters. random facts about me is that I have a new found obsession with maneskin and young royals . I’m so excited to write with all of you!B

#about #wb.intro

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years ago

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Memories // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Sixth blurb request! For @paniconthepitch Requests are still open!

I know this was suppose to be a blurb, but I got carried away soooo :) enjoy that.

I really like this one guys

Summary - Readers boyfriend breaks up with her and she heads to Matthews house, where she recalls all the times she knew she was in love with Matthew.

Word Count - 2.7k

Prompts - "Just shut up and kiss me." & "I need a place to stay."

You know those days where you think they are going so well, and suddenly, the worst possible outcome of the day happens?

That was today for me.

After such a great date night, I didn't quite imagine myself walking down my boyfriends street crying.

Or should I say ex-boyfriend.

I trudged down the road, my fists clenched at my sides and head held as low as it could physically go without detaching from my body. I knew that moving in with him was a risky move, but I didn't have much choice. I had been kind of couch surfing for a while and he offered to let me stay at his house. A stable roof over my head.

Or so I thought.

Now here I was, heading in no particular direction with only a small suitcase dragging behind me, a wallet in my hand and a phone in my pocket. I had been walking for about 20 minutes. Turning down random streets, not really paying attention to what was happening. Here's another question for ya.

Have you ever heard of the saying, 'When it rains it pours.'?

Well I have. And I am currently experiencing it. Just as I turned onto what seemed to be the first familiar street I had seen in the past 20 minutes, it started *raining*. But not just sprinkling, no, I wasn't that lucky. It was a total downpour.

I looked up at the green sign above me.

*Oakland Street*

That was Matthew's street!

See, Matthew and I had been friends for a long time. I considered him family. His mom and my mom were great friends, and still are. She visits Marilyn still. But I rarely see him anymore, he's always busy filming which is completely understandable. And now your probably thinking.

*If he was such a good friend, why didn't you ask him for help when you were couch surfing?*

Well the short answer is that I was embarrassed of being basically homeless. I look up to him and I didn't want him thinking I was a lost cause or helpless little girl.

But I had no choice now.

I trudged up to his door in my now soaked clothes. I was still crying, despite me *really* trying to hold it together.

It was 9:38 and I was hoping he was still up. Chances are he was, judging by the many sleepovers we had in the past where he would stay up until 4 am. I knocked softly on the door, backing up a few steps from it. I wiped my face a little, trying to dry it from tears and raindrops, but miserably failing.

The door opened slowly to reveal Matthew in plaid pajama pants and a white tee. As expected, he was holding a cup of coffee, which he quickly set down on a table near the door.

"Y/n?" He tilted his head, not coming out of the doorway. I was sure I looked like quite the mess right now. Soaked clothes, flushed face, messy hair, exactly what I *didn't* want him to see.

"I need a place to stay." I was now looking down, tears welling up in my eyes again from sheer embarrassment. I could feel my fists clenching together, nails sure to leave bruises in my hand.

"Come in, come in." He waved me in. I kept my head down as I walked through his door. "Are you alright? What happened?" I had a problem with Matthew where I just couldn't lie to him, it had been like that all our lives. He was so hard to keep things from, whether it was because he was my best friend or because it was so hard to look into those soft brown eyes and tell a lie.

"I've been living with Ben for a while, because I haven't exactly had enough money to keep up with rent payments... But he just broke up with me." I looked up to see pity written across his face. "Please don't look at me like that. I know it's pitiful." I leaned my head all the way back on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not trying to show pity y/n, I'm just worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you were having troubles?" He put his hand on my knee, shaking it for an answer.

"Because I knew you would look at me like that!" I waved my hands around his face.

"Whatever you say. Just tell me what happened." As soon as I got a few words out, I was tearing up again.

*"I just don't understand Ben! I want to understand! You never talk to me anymore." I was gesturing wildly with my hands, something I had picked up from Matthew at a young age. I was trying to get my point across.*

*"I feel like I'm taking care of you y/n! I don't need a child I need a girlfriend!" His eyes held so much hate, much different from the soft green ones I had fallen for a few months ago.*

*"What are you even talking about? I just got a job Ben. I clean the house every week. I cook dinner for you, and I'm paying part of the rent! What more do you want from me?" I felt so confused and defeated, the longer I talked the quieter my words became. "If you want me to leave I will. Is this some sick, twisted way to say you don't love me anymore?" He went silent for a moment.*

*"I don't love you anymore." His arms hung heavy at his side. Are you kidding me?*

*"Did I do something wrong?"*

*"You're just, you're hard to love y/n." What the fuck is that suppose to mean?*

*"Fuck you Ben! I did nothing to you." I ran to our shared room, packing my suitcase and grabbing my charger and wallett from the side table. "You are a real piece of work." I could feel my body aching from mental exhaustion. "I'll be back to get the rest of my stuff another day." I stood by the door, grabbing the handle. "Hopefully if I'm so hard to love, I won't be so hard to get over."*

"And that was the last thing I said to him." Matthews thumb wiped a tear from my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess."

"You don't have to apoligize for having emotions y/n. I'm here for you, always." He had first said this to me when we were in middle school, I thought that was the sweetest thing a teenage boy could say. "You can stay here as long as you want, I miss seeing you around anyway." He smiled, pushing some hair behind my ear. I set my head on his shoulder. It was really hard talking to him about this stuff. I think the real reason it was so hard to lie to him, was because it's hard to lie to someone you are *so* in love with.

Matthew seemed to be out of reach my whole life. It wasn't that he was massively popular, or that we were part of different cliques. It was really just because I thought he could never see me as anything more than a friend.

When I was 13, that's when I fell in love with him. I just didn't know it at the time.

*"Y/n this is so great! I can't believe I got the lead!" Spencer was spinning in my swivel chair that sat at my desk.*

* "I've always told you that you we're good at acting. Maybe you'll be an actor?"*

*No way! I'm gonna be a lawyer or something." He nearly fell from the chair laughing, as if the proposition of being an actor was so out of this world. There was a sparkle in his eye that I had never seen before. It was so refreshingly different from the days he had come to me after school, telling me that some assholes were pushing him around.*

*"I'm so happy for you, you're gonna do amazing! You better not leave me when you're famous." I shoved his shoulder playfully. That was truly a joke, but I could feel, deep in my subconscious, I was afraid that maybe he would.*

*"I would never!" And he didn't.*

But I couldn't do anything about how I felt.

"I don't wanna be a burden on you." I had stopped crying, but I was still slumped on the couch like a wet rag, *literally*.

"You could never be a burden on me. Here." He handed me a picture frame from his side table. It was of me and him when were were 22, it was a surprise party I threw for him. "Do you remember this?"

"How could I forget the first time I got you drunk?" And the night I realized I was in love with you *for sure*.

*Matthew had refused to get drunk on his 21st birthday. He was so responsible that it was nearly infuriating. So when he texted me telling me that someone came up to him on the street and offered him a modelling job, I knew I had to throw a party. Just me him and some of our friends.*

*I led him into my house with 4 of our other friends there. There was a seemingly illegal amount of liquor on my dining room table.*

*"Oh no! Y/n no, you're not gonna get me drunk!" He looked down at me disapprovingly. I stuck my bottom lip out, and gave him puppy dog eyes.*

*"Please Matthew? Just one time? I wanna know what kind of drunk you are." My puppy face turned into a slightly mischievous one.*

*"What kind of drunk I am?"*

*"Yeah! Like sad drunk, funny drunk, angry drunk, sleepy, reckless, philosophical. I wanna know!" I giggled, dragging him over to the table and already pouring him a shot.*

*"Fine, just one time."*

*And I did find out what kind of drunk he was.*

*A lovey drunk.*

*"Brian. You are the coolest person I know!" Matthew slurred, leaning over to our mutual friend. "And Katie is the funniest." He pointed to Katie. "And you! You are my favorite person in the whole world, you know that?" He was now laying in my lap, his head looking up at me.*

*"You are a mess." I laughed, patting his cheek.*

*"I am not a mess! I'm totally coherent! I love you so much! Look at you!" He sat up, kissing my cheek. I'm glad he was drunk because I didn't want him to remember the dark shade of red my cheeks turned afterward.*

*I loved this man, and it was kicking me in the ass.*

"A lovey drunk you called me." He chuckled as I gripped the frame.

"Do you remember all the things you said that night?" I half smiled, remembering the kiss om my cheek.

"Not really, to this day I live in blissful ignorance."

"Well today is the day you know." I giggled, crossing my legs on the couch and facing him.

"Wait! Before you tell me of all the dumb things I did that night, let me get you some dry clothes." He stood from the couch, heading to his room.

"Thank you!"

He came back holding and NYU hoodie and some sweatpants. I snatched them from his arms with a big smile and headed to the bathroom to change.

The only time before that I had worn his clothes was freshman year after an asshole from school pushed me in the mud while we were on our way to study at Matthew's.

*Matthew and I were walking side by side on the walkway, talking about random things.*

*"If you do get a cat, what are you gonna name it?" Matthew asked, keeping his eyes forward.*

*"I think I would name it Leo. After Leonardo DiCaprio, he's a dreamboat." He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.*

*"Really? That dork?"*

*"Says you! You're a huge dork!" I nudged him into the road with a laugh.*

*Just then I heard loud and fast footsteps coming from behind us. Suddenly large hands were shoving me into the nearest mud puddle. I gasped at the cold liquid that was soaking through my jeans and yellow shirt.*

*"Nice outfit y/n!" The asshole laughed, running down the sidewalk.*

*"Fuck you Ricky!" Matthew threw up his middle finger and helped me out of the mud. "Come on, I'll give you some clothes at my house."*

*When we arrived he handed me sweatpants and a Nirvana shirt. I changed into it and Matthew probably laughed for 10 minutes straight. I was pretty short around that time, and Matthew had just had his growth spurt. To make a long story short, I was swimming in those clothes.*

I was now staring at myself in the mirror, wishing I had the chance to get use to the feeling of wearing his clothes.

"Okay! Time to remember an embarrassing night Gube!" I shouted, feeling far better now that I was in warm clothes. I plopped onto the seat, scooting next to Matthew. "Alright. Now what do you wanna know first?" I set my chin in the palm of my hand.

"So, what exactly is your definition of a lovey drunk?" He mimicked my position.

"A drunk who is very kind. They are constantly complimenting everyone around them and expressing their love and fondness. Can even turn a sad or angry drunk to a happy one." I shrugged.

"Okay, fair enough. What did I say that night?" I smiled evily.

"Ok, well, you told Brian that he was the coolest person ever. And Katie was labelled the funniest ever. You gave Mallory ten bucks for all the advice she had given you in the past. And you hugged Alex for around 5 minutes straight." The image of Matthew swaying with Alex was clear in my memory like it happened yesterday. He threw his head back him laughter, his face reddening with slight embarrassment.

"Did I say anything to you?" He stared into my eyes like he was going to find the words there before they came from my mouth. I rubbed my hands together.

"Uh, yeah. You told me that I was your favorite person in the whole world." He smiled at that. "And then I told you that you were a mess. But you informed me, so graciously, that you were *not a mess* and *totally coherent*. Then proceeded to say 'I love you so much! Look at you!' And you kissed my cheek." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, I was now looking down at my hands.

"Well you are my favorite person in the world," He tilted my chin up with his hand. "still. Maybe I'm an honest drunk."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Maybe I'm an honest drunk who was just sober enough to be too nervous to kiss you on the lips?" It came out as a question, I wasn't sure if he was genuinly asking a question or he was saying that that is *exactly* what happened. I'm hoping for the latter.

"What do you-" I was interrupted by his hand grabbing my chin.

"Just shut up and kiss me." He brought my lips to his, and of course I didn't hesitate at all to kiss back.

I ran my hands through those curls that I loved so much. His hands gripped my hips as I leaned into him more, I was so afraid that this was going to be a dream.

Like it was so many other times.

As he pulled away I kept my eyes closed, still hoping that it actually happened.

"Hey, are you okay?" He patted the side of my face lightly.

"Yeah, more than okay. How long?"

"Since we were 20. You?"

"Sometime in middle school." I snickered.

"Well either way, far too long." He put his finger under my chin again, bringing me into another kiss.

*Thanks Ben*

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