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Inevitable (Alex Summers x Reader)

Inevitable (Alex Summers x Reader) Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 13,014 Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, death, injuries, mentions of unable to have children, sad ending, implied sexual actions Spoilers: I guess the plots of X-Men First Class, Days of Future Past, and Apocalypse but the films have been out for years so don't at me.

This is the story of Y/N L/N and Alex Summers - of Aura, the girl who could turn invisible and manipulate energy around her, and Havok, the boy who could generate and blast plasma from his body. A boy destined for destruction, and a girl who could prevent it.

Their story was always inevitable.

I'm going through an X-Men rewatch and I forgot how much of a chokehold some of these characters had me in, especially from the First Class era. As you can probably tell from my previous stories, I have an soft spot for the tragic ones, so here is my little story of Alex Summers who bloody deserved better.

1962 - C.I.A. Mutant Division

Y/N looked around at her surroundings as she followed Erik and Charles down corridor after corridor. She'd never met C.I.A agents before, let alone stepped inside one of their facilities. But Erik and Charles aren't C.I.A., she reminded herself as she took in the bland concrete walls and cold, harsh lighting above her. They were like her - mutants.

She hadn't believed them at first when they'd told her just a few hours ago inside the cafe she was closing up for the day. It had been a busy day and she hadn't had time for a drink of water let alone any reasonable break. She thought she was hallucinating when the two had entered the cafe, prattling on about how they knew who she was.

It was only when she demanded they prove it - that they were like her - and the taller one (Erik) had lifted every piece of dirty cutlery in the store and had them float into the foaming sink to be cleaned that she believed them.

That was almost seven hours ago, the drive from New York to Virginia giving the men more than enough time to bring her up to speed on what they were doing and why: they were gathering other mutants like her to stop another war from starting.

As she followed the two men through the facility, only now did she start to have doubts about their intentions. For all she knew, she was going to be experimented on and tortured, possibly killed.

'If we'd wanted you dead, we would've made sure of that back in New York,' Charles suddenly said without looking as he and Erick led the way.

'What? How did you-' Y/N started to ask, but cut herself off as she remembered what Charles' gift allowed him to do.

Y/N noticed her surroundings starting to change. Instead of a war bunker, the corridors started looking more home-like and the lights grew warmer. As they approached a big orange door, Y/N heard voices speaking and laughing in the room beyond. They sounded... happy.

Finally, Charles looked at her and spoke, but not with his mouth. I promise you, Y/N, he said into her mind, freaking her out a little bit, you don't have to be scared here. You don't have to hide who you are from the people beyond this door. Here, you can be free. Happy, even.

Y/N looked between Charles and the door for a moment, imagining whose faces belonged to which laugh, which voice. She imagined herself doing those same things, and that was what convinced her that she was in the right place.

'Are you ready to meet your new family?' Charles asked aloud this time, to which Y/N nodded and Erik opened the door.

Y/N was met with six people sitting around a coffee table chatting and laughing while having a few drinks. She took a moment to admire them all - a short girl with dark hair and visible tattoos all along her shoulders and arms; a red-head who seemed to be doing a lot of the talking in the group; a man with charcoal skin and broad shoulders in a tight grey vest-shirt; a boy with glasses who looked really shy next to a gorgeous blonde girl who could very well have been a super model; and a blond boy in a dark t-shirt and leather jacket who had the smoothest smile Y/N had ever seen.

They were the perfect picture - how could she possibly interrupt that? Y/N was about to leave when suddenly Charles called for everyone's attention and that smooth smile from the blond was now aimed at her. Her heart thudded in her chest, embarrassment at being caught flooding her cheeks and she just had the visceral response to hide, hide, hide.

'Everyone,' Charles started proudly as he motioned to Y/N, 'this is Y/N. She will be- Wait, where did she go?'

Y/N watched as everyone looked around the room even though she she hadn't moved. Both Charles and Erik looked at her, but they didn't seem to see her. That's when she looked down at her hands and found her entire body covered in a translucent light only she could see. And that could only mean one thing.

'Sorry, I'm right here.' Y/N concentrated hard on revealing herself and when she could no longer see the translucent light, she knew she could be seen again.

'Whoa,' the red-head said, his mouth gaping in shock.

'That... is wicked cool,' the broad-shouldered man exclaimed.

'As I was saying before,' Charles said, sounding sheepish at forgetting her ability, 'this is Y/N. She will be joining you all and her gift... Well, we will leave that to her to discuss that with you all. Erik?'

'Yes,' Erik replied, and then the two of them were gone, closing the door behind them and leaving Y/N standing all alone.

Y/N was usually a confident person - she had to be as a waitress - but having six pairs of eyes staring at her so intently had her wanting to hide again. The beautiful blonde stood up from her place on the white couch and sauntered over to her. Y/N found herself looking up at the woman, who seemed to have legs for days and the most beautiful smile as she approached.

'I'm Raven,' she said, holding a hand out in greeting. When Y/N shook her hand, she gestured to the couch. 'You've come at the best time. We were all just about to discuss our gifts with one another.'

Y/N was quickly dragged to the couch and plunged into an in-depth conversation with the six. After only a few minutes, Y/N felt as if she'd always been there, talking and laughing and joking around and becoming more confident. Although, she couldn't compete with the blond boy with the smooth smile from earlier, now known as Alex Summers.

In the short time she'd heard him speak, she'd deduced he was the cockiest man in every room ever. No wonder he was put into solitary confinement, she thought when he mentioned he was picked up by Charles and Erik at his army base. He's probably been the instigator of more than one fight.

'We should think of some code names,' Raven suggested enthusiastically. 'We're technically government agents now. We should have code names. I want to be called Mystique.'

'Damn, I wanted to be called Mystique,' Sean, the red-head, groaned in fake misery, causing everyone to laugh.

'Well, tough. I called it,' Raven said, then her voiced changed as she physically did, eliciting gasps from the group as she now sat as an exact replica of Sean. 'And I am way more mysterious than you.'

The group gave her a round of applause as she morphed back into the beautiful blonde, but now that she'd revealed her gift, Y/N wondered if what she showed everyone now was her true form or just another disguise.

One by one they went around the room, showing off their abilities and coming up with names for each other. The mood somewhat soured when Angel asked Hank who he wanted to be.

'How about Bigfoot?' Alex jested as he took another sip of his coke. His condescending laughter communicated that it wasn't a nice joke, and that didn't sit well with Y/N.

'Well you know what they say about guys with big feet,' Raven said, eyeing his own feet before she continued, 'and, um, yours are kind of small.'

Alex's smirk dropped instantaneously as the group laughed and oohed at Raven's burn. Except for Darwin, who rounded the group back to the topic at hand.

'Okay, okay, settle down now,' he said. 'What can you do, Alex. What is your gift?'

'How about being burnt by women?' Y/N murmured just loud enough for the group to hear, earning another round of laughs and a hard glare from Alex. Y/N held his gaze with a smirk in challenge, taking a sip of her own drink. He might've been top dog back in army bootcamp, but Y/N didn't like bullies, especially if they were meant to be teammates.

Alex eventually dropped his glare, his whole demeanour changing as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 'Um, it's just... It's just that... I can't do... I can't do it in here.'

'Can you do it out there?' Darwin asked, and when Alex hesitated to answer, the rest of the group started goading and pleading him to show his abilities. Y/N even found herself intrigued. What could Alex do that he needed open space for?

The group cheered victoriously as Alex gave in to peer pressure, put his drink down and climbed through the broken glass courtesy of Sean moments before. As Alex set up outside, Y/N joined the others who leaned out the broken window to watch him.

'Get down when I tell you,' Alex said as he lined up in front of the bronze statue that's head still smoked - courtesy of Angel's fireball during her demonstration.

'Get back,' Alex said, and Y/N leaned back with the rest of the group, but they all apparently were too intrigued and so they all leaned out from behind the wall to watch him.

Alex went to make a move until he realised the group hadn't listened to him. 'Get back!' he warned again, but when no one moved, he faced the statue again. 'Whatever.'

Y/N found herself gaping at Alex as he seemingly powered up, red rings of plasma rotating around him until he slung them out into the open space but uncontrolled. The last one hit the statue, slicing it on a diagonal that had its head and part of its torso falling to the grass in flames.

The group erupted in rounds of applause as Alex walked back to them. He appeared more confident now as his teammates applauded. Y/N figured he wasn't used to that. Perhaps that was why he'd been in solitary confinement as much as he had been.

'Well, I'm glad you did that out here,' Darwin said, looking at the wreckage slightly worried. 'You've caused... a bit of chaos.'

'I can't control it, unfortunately,' Alex said, looking at the damage he'd caused. 'I'm hoping that might change one day.'

'Don't be ashamed of your gift, Alex,' Raven said, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 'You're amazing.' She looked to the rest of the group. 'We all are.'

When Raven did that, Alex's attention fell onto Y/N again, a skeptical look on his face. 'So what about you? Do you do anything useful or do you just disappear when you get a little embarrassed?'

Y/N's cheeks heated with anger. Who the hell was he to judge her? He didn't even know her.

'At least I don't cause havoc with my gift,' she bit back, motioning to the flaming buildings and statue.

Where a normal person would look at the damage and wince with remorse, Alex had the audacity to look at his handiwork and laugh in amusement. 'Havoc. I like that. Maybe that should be my code name, except change the c to a k so it looks cooler written down.'

Y/N rolled her eyes while the others complimented how good a name it was. But she had to admit it was a fitting one, just a shame he turned her insult into a name for a hero.

Y/N released a sigh then held out a hand to the fires in the courtyard, concentrating on grasping the energy in the air. After a moment, small bubbles of white energy appeared and Y/N was vaguely aware that her new friends had gone quiet as she forced the bubbles to encapsulate the fires. With a flick of her fingers, the bubbles started shrinking, depriving the fires of oxygen and eventually extinguishing them.

When Y/N turned back to the group, she found them all gaping at her in wonder and shock.

'Well, that was cool,' Angel said, earning hums of agreement from the others.

'What exactly did you just do?' Hank asked.

'I don't really know what it is,' Y/n answered honestly. 'But, I think I can manipulate energy or something like that. I can create those force fields, and as you saw before...'

Y/N let the energy hide her, and she relished the shocked faces of her friends as they could no longer see her. Feeling cheeky, she ran at Alex then dropped and swiped his legs out from underneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

He landed with a resounding thud, his breath escaping him in a loud, 'Oof,' as he did. Only then did Y/N reveal herself, looking down at him with a smug smile.

'...I can turn invisible.'

The others clapped in appreciation of her demonstration while Alex looked up at her in annoyance. Y/N offered her hand to help him up and surprisingly he took it and together they pulled him to his feet.

'So what, you can control, like, the Force, or something?' he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes. 'This isn't Star Wars, asshole. It's more like... I can feel the aura of the energy around me and I connect with it and then use it to my will.'

'That's it!' Angel exclaimed suddenly. 'That's your name!"

'What is?' Y/N asked, confused.

'Aura!'

'Aura.' Y/N tried it on her tongue. She had to admit, it had a nice ring to it.

'Aura, Havok, Banshee, Darwin, Angel...' Raven said each of their new code names as she looked at them, grabbing a drink for herself from the table. She looked to Hank. 'We'll find one for you soon, Hank,' she reassured, then pointed to herself. 'And Mystique.' She raised her drink high and everyone else did the same. 'Here's to our new life. Here's to being our true selves.'

'Here, here,' Sean said as they all clinked their drinks together in solidarity.

'So, what do you think?' Alex said just to Y/N as seperate conversations between the others started. Angel switched on some music and her and Raven jumped on the coffee table to start dancing.

'About what?' Y/N asked.

'Are you going to be your true self here? With us?' he asked, and there was a little challenge in his question, as if he really wanted to add Or are you going to hide away?

Y/N had so far lived her life in constant fear. But Erik and Charles said they needed her, that the world needed her. Perhaps it was time to stop hiding.

Y/N flashed Alex a small smile, reflecting his challenge in her own eyes. 'I don't think you could handle the true me, Havok.'

Alex's grin widened devilishly. 'Try me, Aura.'

1962 - X Mansion, pre-Cuba

It had been weeks since the C.I.A Mutant Division facility had been attacked by Shaw, that Angel had chosen his side, that Darwin had sacrificed himself in the effort to save them all, Angel included.

Egos bruised and hope extinguished, Charles had brought those who remained back to his mansion to train for the upcoming battle with Shaw. Which is what Y/N was doing with Raven when Charles entered the gym requesting her presence in the war bunker.

'You want me to what?' both Alex and Y/N exclaimed together in the bunker, gaping at Charles because he'd clearly lost his mind.

'You heard me,' Charles said nonchalantly, walking to stand in the middle of the room. 'I want you two to spar while you, Y/N, protect me. Expand your range of concentration so you can control different energies at once, manipulate numerous fields doing different things simultaneously. Alex now has the tools he needs to control his power so he won't be as volatile as he once was.'

'Hey now,' Alex said, clearly offended.

Charles offered a mediocre apologetic smile before readdressing Y/N. 'You have to push the limits you have set for yourself in order to become stronger. I can sense your full potential hasn't even been scraped at yet. How about we try today.'

Y/N looked between Charles and Alex, who also looked at Charles like he was crazy. But there was an air of truth to his demands. Shaw was no novelty mutant, and neither were Angel and the other mutants following him. If Y/N didn't do this, she would be their next victim, and what kind of teammate would she be if she died too early?

Y/N eventually nodded her agreement. 'Okay, let's do this.'

'You sure about this?' Alex asked her.

'Aw, is big old Alex Summers worried about hurting me?' Y/N taunted, though she didn't really know why. His concern was sort of sweet.

It disgusted her.

Alex's concern scrunched up in annoyance on his stupidly beautiful face. 'No. I just... Oh, screw this. Fine let's spar, L/N.'

Y/N went to stand at one end of the bunker and Alex at the opposite end. Charles planted himself right in the middle of the two, looking too casual for Y/N's liking. Did he really have that much faith in them?

'Whenever you two are ready,' Charles called out, rocking on the back of his heels in anticipation.

'Okay,' Alex said hesitantly as he fired himself up. His new chest plate helped him to control his plasma so he surely would hit the professor if Y/N didn't do something.

Just as Alex fired, Y/N placed a force field over Charles and the plasma blast bounced off it and straight back at Alex. Alex had to duck quickly as his own blast came hurtling back at him, and Charles let out a small laugh as the blast made a small dent in the wall behind Alex.

'Well this is going to be fun,' Charles said, and the fight truly begun.

Alex would sling shot after shot at Y/N and the professor, but Y/N deflected every shot and held the force field around the professor soundly. At one point, Y/N managed to to turn in visible while Alex was distracted and landed a few blows.

But Alex managed to knock her back, the blow forcing her to reveal herself. She had no time to worry about being exposed however, as Alex powered up for what seem to be one giant blast. Y/N managed to bring up a force field around her as the blast connected, but instead of bouncing up off it, the plasma seemed to sink into the force field.

Y/n looked around in confusion, feeling the energy flowing stronger through the force field and increasing with every second. She was vaguely aware of someone calling her name - it sounded like Charles - but the energy was becoming too much to hold up now.

Y/N let out a cry as she released the force field, and the shockwave it sent through the bunker sent both her and Alex flying to opposite ends of the bunker.

Y/N smacked into the solid brick hard, sending an intense throbbing through her head as she hit the ground. Her vision blurred and she felt drained of power like never before. Two blurry figures were in front of her, their mouthes moving but not saying a word. She thought they were saying her name.

After a few more seconds, her hearing came back to her as well as her vision, showing Alex and Charles kneeling beside her with worry on their faces.

'Y/N, can you hear me?' Charles asked, scanning over her body for any injuries.

'Are you okay? Can you hear us? Say something,' Alex said, eyes searching her face for any sign that she understood anything they were saying.

Y/N hummed in reassurance and his worry dissipated into relief. Alex quickly helped her into a sitting position as she gathered herself. 'Well,' she breathed out, giving Alex an amused smile, 'that was... fun.'

This elicited a laugh out of both men as they helped her to her feet. Y/N was very aware of Alex's hand holding her steady on the small of her back as they both listened to Charles.

'My! You two create quite the show,' he exclaimed with an enthusiasm that kind of scared Y/N. 'Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant work, you two. You have both grown in leaps and bounds these past few weeks. I daresay you will both be quite powerful when you fully master your gifts. Now, take the afternoon off, possibly head to Hank in the lab for some patching up and look overs. I will see you both first thing tomorrow.'

'He sounds like a professor talking to students,' Alex muttered after Charles had left.

Y/N shrugged. 'Well, we kind of are students, so I guess that would make him our professor.'

The two shared a small laugh and both their eyes slipped to his arm, which was attached to the hand that still pressed gently against her back. Alex quickly dropped his hand and Y/N took a decent step away from him. Well now it's awkward.

'G-Good fight,' Alex finally said after seconds of silence, unable to meet her eyes. He did the thing where he rubbed his neck and Y/N's stomach did a little flip at how cute the gesture was.

Quit that, she told herself, then realised she hadn't responded to him. 'Y-yeah. You too. Sorry... for sending you into the wall.'

'It's okay. I've been hit harder,' he said, and his cocky smirk was back. Something about his statement rubbed Y/N up the wrong way, like he was undermining her ability. That was a pretty decent fight they just had.

Y/N just huffed and stormed out of the bunker. 'Whatever,' she muttered as she left him behind.

'Hey,' Alex called out as he ran to catch up with her. 'What's wrong? You want me to apologise too? Okay, I'm sorry for sending you into the wall, too. There? Happy?'

'You know,' she started, stomping up the stairs that would take her to the first floor of the mansion, 'you can be such a jerk, Alex.'

'What are you talking about?' he asked, and he had the audacity to sound genuinely clueless.

At the top of the stairs Y/N finally stopped to let Alex catch up. She didn't care that he was taller than her, she looked up at him with annoyance in her eyes. 'You can never admit that someone could be better than you, let alone that they could be your equal.'

His face screwed up in confusion. 'What? That's not what I meant. Where did you get that impression from?'

'You think yourself superior to us all, and for what? We all have gifts, Alex. We are all special and useful and powerful. Yet you make fun of Hank, you belittle me. What is your problem?!'

Alex stepped towards Y/N, closing what little space there had been between until she felt his breath brushing her heated cheeks. 'You know, I was just about to pay you a compliment but forget it.'

'I wouldn't want a compliment from you, Alex. They're more like insults than anything,' Y/N said then stormed off.

'Princess!' Alex called out after her in a last ditch effort to have the last word.

'Jerk!' she answered over her shoulder.

'Coward!'

'Asshole!'

Y/N finally entered the lab and Hank was already looking at her crossed arms.

'You know, you two really need to take your fights outside,' he simply said, already reaching for his equipment to check her health.

Y/N raised a brow in a silent question, to which Hank responded, 'The walls and floors to this place aren't as thick as they appear.'

Downstairs where Y/N had left Alex smouldering, a certain telepath entered Alex's mind. Well that's an interesting flirting tactic.

'Oh, piss off,' Alex hissed aloud as he walked in the opposite direction towards his assigned bedroom. Y/N was the most aggravating person in existence. Flirting with her was the last thing on Alex's mind.

I don't know, I think you two would make a rather nice couple, Charles interjected again.

'I said piss off!'

1962 - Cuba Beach

Y/N was locked in a fight with Riptide when she saw Alex and Sean crash onto the beach, Angel having shot them down. As she went to attack, Alex shoved Sean out of range as he unleashed his uncontrolled plasma rings, his chest plate missing.

He caught her wings, slicing them in half and sending her flying to the ground, but as Alex helped Sean to his feet, Y/N spied Angel get to her feet, rage in her eyes and fire burning in her mouth.

Alex's back was turned. He would never see it coming.

Y/N, rejuvenated by the threat, turned back to Riptide and conjured up a large energy wave and sent it hurtling at Riptide. He tried bringing up a wall of wind to counteract it, but the wave was stronger and sent him into the side of the uprooted submarine. He fell to the sand with a hard thud and didn't move.

Y/N immediately ran for Alex and Sean, hands raised and conjuring up a force field around her friends just as Angel spat fireball after fireball at the two of them. The fireballs bounced right off the force field, angering Angel even more as she turned her attention to Y/N.

Before she could attack, Y/N trapped Angel in another force field, raised her off the beach, and sent her out over the ocean where she finally let the force field drop. It hurt her to hear her old friend's scream as she fell into the deep water, but Angel had done this to herself.

Y/N turned back to the boys. 'Are you two okay?' she asked, looking over them for any injuries. All she could find was Alex's bare chest and a hole in Sean's wing suit.

'We had it covered,' Alex said, his tone annoyed.

Y/N scoffed. She couldn't believe it. He was still being a self-righteous jerk in the middle of a battle?

'I just saved your life, asshole,' she said, stepping towards him in anger. 'Maybe you should be thanking me instead of complaining like a little boy.'

'Get down,' he said, his eyes on something over her shoulder, but she didn't care. He wasn't listening, but she would make him.

'Don't you tell me what to do you self-righteous jerk-'

'I said get down!'

Before she knew what was happening, Alex was pushing her behind him as he sent plasma rings at Riptide, who Y/N obviously hadn't knocked out entirely and was lining up to attack her from behind.

Riptide saved himself from being sliced like the statue back at the C.I.A. with a small tornado, but the impact from the plasma rings sent him flying over the submarine and out of sight.

'And I just saved yours,' Alex said as her tuned back to a shocked Y/N. He was panting heavily, obviously not used to exerting so much energy in such a short time frame. 'Now we're even.'

The way his words were haggard from his lack of breath made his voice raspy and Y/N hated how much the sound tingled up her spine pleasantly.

Y/N opened her mouth to retort at him - tell him how stupid and reckless and irresponsible and idiotic he was - but she couldn't find anything to say, and so snapped her gaping gob shut in indignation. The two just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, eyes locked as so many unspoken emotions passed between each other.

Until Sean walked in between the two of them, shaking his head in disbelief. 'Damn, get a room, you two,' he said, his tone both disgusted and amused as he started walking back to Charles and Moira still on the crashed jet.

'We're not-' Y/N started.

'It's nothing like-' Alex interjected at the same time, but Sean was already out of earshot.

Y/N and Alex looked back at each other, both their cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alex was the one to finally break the silence. 'We should...' he trailed off as he gestured after Sean.

'Right,' Y/N immediately answered, grateful for the change in subject. They still had a fight to win, otherwise the whole world would fall into another war.

Y/N and Alex followed Sean swiftly, happy to leave the awkward interaction behind them. But even after the fight, Y/N didn't know about Alex, but maybe there was a little truth to what Sean's words implied. It wasn't that Alex was unattractive. He was just... infuriating.

But he had saved her life, put his body on the line protect her. That meant he cared for her in some capacity... right?

1967 - X Mansion

'You're what?!' Y/N exclaimed, standing up from her seat in the middle of Charles' office.

'I'm sorry, Y/N, but I have no choice,' Charles said, his voice sad and exhausted.

Y/N should've seen this coming. She'd seen the signs. How Charles had let his hair grow out, how the shadow of a beard grazed his jawline. How he lounged in his wheelchair instead of sitting with his usual perfect posture. And the hope and colour of his eyes had faded to loss and hopelessness.

'Yes, you do,' Y/N argued, slamming her hands on his desk. 'You can choose to keep fighting. You can choose to keep helping and teaching. You can choose hope, Charles.'

'There is no hope left, Y/N,' Charles replied, dejected as he looked anywhere but Y/N's eyes. 'Erik was right. The world is not meant for mutants. The world does not want mutants.'

Y/N walked around the desk to kneel before his wheelchair. 'You can't truly believe that, Charles,' she said trying to catch his gaze. 'After all you have done, after everything we've been through, you cannot believe that. Look at what you've achieved!'

She gestured to the room, but she meant the school as a whole, whose corridors buzzed with students who possessed unique powers. Admittedly the numbers had dwindled significantly because of the Vietnam War, with most of the teachers and the older students being drafted. Y/N had managed to not be drafted so far, and had dedicated every second she had to teaching. She was now in her late 20s and had learned all she could as a student. It was her turn to teach the next generation what it means to be a mutant.

But regardless of numbers, there were still children who needed help. They couldn't close. They just couldn't.

'Please, Charles,' she said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek to guide his eyes to meet hers. He looked in so much pain - a pain Y/N couldn't see but she could certainly try to understand. 'There is still hope. There is still good in the world. We just have to find it again.'

Charles didn't say anything at first, and Y/N took that as a sign that maybe she'd gotten through to him. Since beginning her teaching career, Charles had become like an older brother to her. He hadn't given up on her when she didn't believe in herself all those years ago, she wasn't going to give up on him now.

But Charles gently took her hand away from his face and turned his chair so he faced away from her. 'Hope is a human error. I've already made up my mind, Y/N. I suggest you forget about all of this and go live what life you have left. God knows society won't allow you a full one.'

Y/N remained crouching, too shocked to argue, too horrified to be angry. As Charles turned his back on her - busied himself with his bookshelf - Y/N left the room in a daze, still unsure what had just happened. That's how she felt for the rest of the day as she taught and supervised, students constantly asking her if she was okay as she usually wasn't as silent as she was.

Y/N easily deflected the questions, but she couldn't ignore the breaking of her heart every time she spoke with a student, saw them master an ability, ask a question. How would she break the news to them? A more accurate question would be how could she? They looked up to her, to Charles, to all of them. Some of them had no homes to go back to, no families that accepted them or no families at all.

By the time the last bell rang, Y/N was on the brink of breaking down.

It was now late at night, the children well and truly asleep. But Y/N remained awake, walking the mansion, dreading breaking the news tomorrow during the assembly. God knew Charles was in no condition to break the news himself even though he was the headmaster. And Hank hated public speaking despite being a teacher. No, she had to do it, but she'd be breaking hundreds of hearts in the process.

As she reached the front foyer, looking around and remembering her first few days there, remembering the first few days of the school opening and it being full of enthusiastic and excited children, tears welled up in her eyes.

They'd just started to slip when the front doors clanged open. Y/N immediately went into defensive mode, her hands lighting up as her mutation activated

Alex threw his hands up in faux surrender. 'Whoa! Easy Y/N, it's just me!'

Y/N breathed a long sigh of relief as she let her hands drop. 'Jesus, Alex. You mind knocking next time? What are you even doing here? It's two in the morning.'

Alex was also a teacher at the school, but he sometimes slept off campus as his family home was just a few suburbs away. He usually didn't slip back in until just before class though so this encounter was a little surprising.

'I needed to see the professor,' he said, then his face scrunched with worry as he looked over Y/N. 'Were you just crying?'

Y/N quickly turned her back to him to wipe away the tears that had escaped. 'I'm fine. It's nothing.'

'No it's not,' Alex said, and he took quick steps until he stood beside Y/N. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and managed to turn her to face him. He looked down at her with such concern Y/N felt more tears welling up.

He was a dick. From the day they'd met he'd solidified that for himself. But the past five years had seen him mature, grow, change in ways Y/N had no idea he was capable of. She saw how gentle he was with the children, how fiercely protective he'd become of them.

And while they still clashed and fought like cats and dogs, they'd found comfort in each other more than once. They would always laugh on the terrace late at night as they had a nightcap, downloading their days to one another; Y/N would occasionally bring Alex food when she knew he hadn't made it to lunch because he was so busy with work; and Y/N would wake up sometimes from nightmares to Alex comforting her.

Out of all the original X-Men group, those two had become the closest. With Charles busy running the school, Hank busy with his lab, Raven, Erik, and Angel off recruiting for their Brotherhood, and Sean deciding to go see the world, Alex and Y/N only had each other.

'What's wrong?' Alex asked so gently. 'What happened?'

Y/N couldn't get a word out, her heartbreak finally bubbling to the surface as tears and sibs wracked her body.

'Hey, hey, hey,' Alex said as he pulled her tight to his chest, arms wrapping securely around her, hands rubbing up and down her back soothingly. Y/N clung to him for dear life, the only part of her body she could control as she continued crying. 'It's all right. I've got you.'

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Y/N had no more tears to cry. When she finally pulled away, there was a dark patch of tears staining his white t-shirt that he wore under a plaid overskirt. 'Sorry about that.'

'Don't be. Ever,' he said, and Y/N had never seen him so serious before. 'Now, what's wrong?'

'Charles is closing down the school,' she said, voice dejected.

'What?' Alex looked up the stairs then back to Y/N, confusion and anger morphing his features. 'I'm gonna go talk to him.'

He made to run up the stairs and no doubt give Charles a piece of his mind, but Y/N quickly grasped his wrist and halted him. 'You can't,' Y/N said. 'He's already made his mind up.'

'Like hell he has,' Alex seethed, making to leave again but Y/N pulled him back.

'Alex,' she pleaded with him, 'believe me if I could change his mind I would be up there right now doing so. But... he has no hope anymore. The war has dwindled us thin. He doesn't see the good in the world anymore. That's not something we can give back to him. He has to find that again on his own.'

Alex looked ready to argue, jaw clenching as he looked between the stairs and Y/N. But Y/N slipped her hand into his and squeezed it gently and his features softened. He rubbed the back of his neck - as he always did - as he let out a defeated sigh. 'So I guess there isn't any point in informing him that I've been drafted for the war?'

Y/N's eyes bulged and her heart rate spiked with fear. 'You what?' she asked, but she'd heard him correctly.

His jaw clenched as if he didn't want to elaborate. 'Got the call this morning. I'm just surprised it's taken this long for them to find me again.'

That's right. Y/N sometimes forgot he had been in the army just before they met. 'When do you leave?' she asked.

'Two days from now,' he said regrettably.

Y/N never considered herself an emotional person, but tears welled up in her eyes again. 'It's just not fair,' she said, breathless as she tried to keep the tears back. 'You deserve to be free. You deserve to be happy, Alex.'

'Hey, hey,' he cooed, using both hands to cradle her head and neck, forcing her eyes to meet his. 'I'll come back. I promise. And who says I haven't been free and happy?'

He swallowed thickly as his eyes scanned over Y/N's face, hesitating on her lips before looking back at her eyes. Y/N felt then something change. In the air, between them, possibly both - she couldn't quite tell. But the way he was looking at her, how he held her so preciously, had her heart racing.

'The past five years here have been the most free and happy I've ever been,' Alex admitted. 'Training and teaching with Charles and Hank... and you. You have given me a home away from home, a new family. You've protected me when no one else would; you've laughed and cried and fought with me, for me...'

He leaned in closer now, as if there was a gravitational force pulling them together. 'I will come back, Y/N. To you.'

Alex Summers was a dick, but he was also a kind and loyal man. A man silently laying out his heart before her despite their previous disagreements.

'Promise?' she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

'Promise,' he said, and with that confirmation Y/N stood up on her toes to lock her lips with Alex's.

His hands cradled her face still as he held her to him, their lips melding harmoniously as they kissed. This had been building in Y/N since day one when he'd flashed her that smooth smile that sent her stomach into somersaults. Every fight (verbal or physical), every conversation, every drink they shared, every looked that passed between them, it had all been leading to this.

They finally pulled apart but pressed their foreheads together as they caught their breaths.

'I've been wanting to do that for a long time now,' Alex admitted, his words breathless.

'How long?' Y/N asked, curious.

'Since day one,' he answered, then let out a small chuckle. 'I didn't know it at the time, and when I finally did I never wanted to admit it. I think Charles and everyone else knew before I did.'

'It was the same for me,' Y/N assured him, and Alex smiled brightly before he pulled her in for another kiss.

The rest of the night was spent catching up on lost time. Y/N was thanking Charles that all teachers' rooms were at the other end of the mansion to the students' rooms. Y/N and Alex managed an hour of sleep before the rays of dawn warmed them awake.

'We probably shouldn't have done that,' Y/N said, tracing a finger along Alex's toned stomach.

'We were pretty quiet, I thought,' Alex said, stopping threading his fingers through Y/N's hair to press a kiss to the top of her head. 'Though, you did get a bit loud when I-'

'Shut up, asshole,' she said, giving him a slight shove that sent the both of them into a quiet giggling fit. Once they'd both calmed down, Y/N returned to tracing Alex's abs. 'I mean, we shouldn't have done that because you're leaving in two days.'

'Yeah, we certainly have great timing, huh?' Alex tried joking but when Y/N didn't laugh, he sat up in bed bringing her with him. 'Hey, I told you I will come back. Nothing's going to stop that.'

'You can't assure me that,' Y/N countered.

'What was that whole thing about having hope?' Alex questioned, and when Y/N couldn't find an answer. 'I believe in us, Y/N. I have hope. You taught me that. I will come back. I promise.'

Y/N still had her doubts but she allowed herself to play into the fantasy that it would all end up okay, and she leaned in for another mind-melting kiss.

'Okay, Alex,' she conceded. 'But just know you're still an asshole.'

'And you're still a princess. But you're my princess.'

As the two got ready for the day, Alex asked, 'So what are you going to do? When the school closes down.'

Y/N had been thinking about it since Charles told her and hadn't been sure if it was the right thing to do, but she had to try. 'I heard that Raven has broken off from Erik and is going about their cause on her own. I'm going to go find her and bring her home.'

'That's going to be dangerous,' Alex said, his tone worried.

'And going to war isn't?" she countered. 'Raven is like my sister. I've got to help her. There is good in her, she's just angry at the world. You're right. I have to keep hoping, even if everyone else has lost it. Because we are worth it.'

She walked up to Alex to cradle his face as he had done so many times the night just gone. 'We are worth it,' she whispered.

Alex placed a hand of his own over hers, pressing it closer to his face which had only gotten more handsome over the years. 'You're amazing, you know that right?'

Y/N just smiled before bringing him in for another kiss. When they broke apart she took a moment to contemplate his face then laughed.

'What is it?' he asked, an amused smile on his lips.

'We're just two idiots, aren't we?' she said, her tone bordering on sad. 'All that time wasted on arguing. All seems stupid now in the face of danger and death.'

'I disagree,' Alex said as he took her hand and headed for the bedroom door. 'I wouldn't change that time for the world. I am who I am because of that time, and you were always so cute when you were mad.'

'Hey!'

1973 - X Mansion

Y/N breathed a sigh of contentment as she stood out the front of the mansion, all tidied up and ready to reopen.

'I forgot what it used to look like without the overgrown weeds and dusty windows,' Charles admitted as he looked over the entrance too.

'Now whose fault would that be?' Hank asked with a smug smirk on his lips, but it quickly dropped with Charles' side eye.

Y/N smiled at the familiar banter. It had been a long six years full of struggle and pain and loss since Charles officially closed the school. But a man called Logan from the future had convinced Charles of something Y/N had been unable to, and while Y/N hadn't be able to bring Raven home, she'd been able to help their future and bring Charles back to life.

It had taken a few weeks to clean the mansion up with just the three of them. They had no one else to ask. Logan was missing, Raven too. Erik had gone into hiding, and Sean and Angel and most other mutants had been subjected to and killed by Trask's cruel Sentinel trials. None of them had a chance to say goodbye, and that very thought haunted Y/N even now.

And Alex... Last time Y/N checked, Raven had freed him and other mutants in the army who'd been locked up from the rest of the soldiers for some reason. No doubt for experiments. Y/N had been on base that day, but she'd gone to another bunker with other mutants. Her and Raven had stayed behind after that; Y/N never got even a glimpse of him, but Raven said he was okay and that he missed her.

'That doesn't matter now,' Y/N said. 'What matters is we're doing what we were meant to be doing all along. Speaking of which...' Y/N turned to the two men kind of sheepishly. '...I actually can't start teaching again just yet. I have to go.'

'What?' Hank asked. 'Why? We need you here.'

'I know, and I have every intention of coming back,' Y/N hastily reassured. 'I just... I need to go find someone.'

'Who?' Hank asked, but Charles was looking at her knowingly.

'It's Alex, isn't it,' he asked, but it wasn't really a question. Besides, he'd probably read her mind.

Y/N nodded. 'He used to call me from base every two weeks, send letters once a month. But then the calls stopped coming about a year ago, and so did the letters. I didn't even know if he was alive until Raven and I went to his air base. But I didn't see him, and now I need to find him to see if he did make it home after all.'

Charles looked at her and he smiled, the action caught somewhere between pride and sadness. 'You really love him, don't you?' he asked softly.

Y/N found the same smile stretching across her lips as she nodded. 'Very much so.'

Charles chuckled softly as he looked away, then somewhere over her shoulder. 'Very well then, off you go. But... something tells you'll find him closer to home than you think.'

Confused, Y/N turned to follow where he was looking over her shoulder and saw a black Cadillac pulling into the driveway. It wasn't until the driver pulled up in front of the building and stepped out that Y/N realised what Charles meant.

Alex Summers stood facing her from the driver's door, smiling smoothly at her as he pulled off his aviators. 'Hey, princess,' he said, his tone somewhere between his usual swagger and pure relief.

Y/N flew down the front steps and over to him. He held his arms out expecting a hug, but all Y/N saw was red as she lined up to slap him square across his face. The sound was crisp and cut through the air, silencing even the birds.

Alex was stunned as he turned back to her confused. 'What the heck was that for?'

'How long have you been home' Y/N asked, ignoring him.

'Um, like, a month? I don't really know-'

'And you didn't call me? Let me know you were okay?'

'I was kind of busy consoling my family since I've been gone for like six years,' he argued, rubbing his cheek. 'And you seemed to be busy too. You know, saving the world and all.'

Y/N couldn't argue with that, but she still wanted to be mad at him. He had her all worried for nothing. 'You still could've called me.'

'I'm here now, aren't I?' He reached a hand out to clasp hers and she allowed him to puller her closer with it. 'Trust me, there wasn't a day that I didn't think of you, wishing I was back here with you. I'm sorry if I made you worry.'

His genuine tone softened her anger until it was nothing but relief and joy at seeing him. She pressed her forehead against his own and smiled. 'Like you said: you're here now, right?'

With that, the two connected in a long awaited kiss that reflected all their longing and love for one another. They were so enthralled with one another that they didn't hear a word of Charles' and Hank's conversation happening just a few steps away.

'Wow,' Hank said, trying not look at his long-time friends making out in front of him. 'Alex and Y/N. Not going to lie, did not see that coming.'

'Oh, I did,' Charles said smugly, though his eyes reflected the happiness he had for his close friends. 'From the moment they met, I knew they were inevitable. You didn't need to be a psychic to see that coming.'

1978 - Alex and Y/N's house

Y/N sighed as she unlocked the front door to her and Alex's house. They'd moved in together about a year ago, hating constantly going between the school and Alex's old apartment. He hadn't returned as a teacher to the school after the army as she had, and so found a place of his own. But one night they'd both realised they didn't want to keep figuring out whose place they would spend the night at. They wanted a place for themselves, and the rest was history.

Y/N kicked off her sneakers, grateful for the relief she felt as she walked into the lounge room where her feet sunk into the carpet. Alex seemed to have had an early mark from his office with the U.S. Military, as he was in the kitchen cooking. His soldier days were thankfully over, but he'd been promoted to a desk job which didn't really suit him but it paid well and he could actually try and make a difference from there. For both humans and mutants enlisted into the army.

'Hey, princess,' he said, stirring up some sauce that had Y/N almost drooling for.

'Hey, baby,' she said tiredly as she came up behind him and cuddled him, breathing out a content sigh as she attempted to meld into his back.

'Wow,' he said with a chuckle, 'no asshole today? You've definitely had a bad day.'

'Don't push it,' Y/N warned, but it was an empty threat as she didn't move a muscle. Alex was always so warm, and now that it was winter she craved his presence even more. 'You didn't have to make dinner.'

'I know,' he said nonchalantly, continuing to stir the delicious smelling sauce. 'But I figured if you weren't home by five, you'd had a hard day.'

'Aw,' Y/N cooed, squeezing his torso slightly tighter. 'Alex Summers, you can be so thoughtful, you know that?'

'Besides,' he said, finally putting the sauce bowl down and turning in Y/N's arms to face her, a cheeky smile on his lips, 'you take forever to cook and I want to eat at some point tonight.'

Y/N's smile dropped. 'I take it back. You are a jerk.'

'That's nothing new,' he said as he pulled her in for a loving kiss. Y/N really enjoyed their more fervent kisses - the ones that left her breathless and hungry for more because she just couldn't get enough of him. But this - the gentleness, the care, the love transferred between their lips - calmed and grounded her. Reminded her she was at the best place in the world: home.

'Why don't you go have a shower, relax, and I'll have dinner ready by the time you come out?' Alex asked after they ended their kiss, rubbing his hands up and down her arms in comfort.

Y/N shook her head. 'While that does sound like a wonderful time, I'd rather help you cook the rest of dinner.'

'You sure? It's nothing special or hard. I can handle it-'

'Alex,' she interrupted, heading for the drawer with all their aprons, 'I have spent all day at a desk or in a classroom looking at paperwork and marking grades. I want to help. I want to spend time with you. It's treat enough that you're home before the sun sets.'

She tied her apron up, rolled up the sleeves of her dress shirt and reached into the pantry 'Now, let's get this pasta cooking.'

The rest of the night was relaxed, with Alex and Y/N chatting about anything and everything while they cooked. They continued chatting during dinner, and Y/N laughed at Alex spilling red pasta sauce all over his cream shirt. Before they knew it, bed time had fallen upon them.

Y/N was just brushing her teeth as she was explaining how her day was going to go tomorrow. 'Now remember, I'm going on an excursion with the kids tomorrow to the national history museum so I won't be home until six, I think.'

When Alex didn't answer, Y/N asked, 'Alex? Did you hear me?' He didn't answer again, and so Y/N spit out the toothpaste and hurried back into their bedroom.

'Alex? Why aren't you-'

Y/N's heart almost stopped as she was met with Alex Summers on one knee, holding a delicate but beautiful ring up to Y/N.

'Believe me when I say I had a different plan in mind for this,' he said, eyes hopeful and the twitches of a fearful smile pulling at his lips. 'I had it all planned out and was going to do it when we go on our trip next month. But those places don't mean anything to us: here does. In our home.'

To Y/N's surprise, Alex's eyes welled up with tears as he continued his speech. 'Tonight was perfect, and I realised... that I want to have a night like tonight every night. You are too good for me, Y/N. I can be a jerk and an asshole and self-centred and rash - but you take it all in stride and put me in my place and I thank you for that.

'I love you, Y/N. And I want to love you - fight with and for you, explore with you, live with you - for the rest of my life. So, Y/N L/N... will you marry me?'

Alex never cried, so seeing him get emotional opened the floodgates in Y/N's own tear ducts. Y/N clasped her mouth as both sobs and joyous laughter escaped her, leaving her a blubbering mess.

Y/N wiped away her tears and flashed Alex the most loving smile she could manage. 'What do you think? Of course I will marry you, Alex Summers.'

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and his tears of joy finally fell as he stood up and embraced Y/N. Y/N couldn't hold him any tighter it seemed, couldn't pull him close enough even when there was no space left to close between them. But finally they parted and Alex slipped the delicate ring onto Y/N's finger. It shimmered in the low lamp light coming from their bedside and Y/N couldn't imagine anything more fitting.

'It's beautiful, Alex,' Y/N said, still sniffling.

'Anything for my princess,' he muttered into her hair as he held her close.

Y/N laughed into his chest before craning her neck back to look up at him. 'You're locked in now, asshole. No take-backsies.'

Alex laughed. 'Don't you know?' he asked, leaning down to capture her lips in another loving kiss. '...I was always in it for the long run,' he said after breaking away, warm breath fanning across Y/N's cool skin.

1983 - X Mansion

Y/N was just leaving her classroom when four students came flying by.

'Hey!' Y/N called out, and the four students stopped.

'Sorry, Mrs. Summers,' Jubilee said, a bashful expression on her face.

Y/N eyed who else was with Jubilee. Jean Grey, and the two new students: Kurt Wagner and her brother-in-law Scott Summers.

Y/N placed her free hand on her hips as she looked at them skeptically. 'And where are the four of you off to in such a hurry at this time of day?' she asked, noting how it was the middle of the day.

'Uh...' Jean started, looking unsure.

'We were just off to the library,' Scott interjected, his voice confident and full of bravado. 'To study.'

Y/N narrowed her eyes on Scott. Scott was not the studious kind, and usually she could read Scott like a book. But since his mutation kicked in and he'd had to wear the ruby quartz glasses, it was hard to tell what he was truly thinking.

'That's right!' Kurt added over-enthusiastically, and the others nodded in agreement.

Based on their adamant responses, Y/N knew something was up. But she released a sigh and waved them off. 'Okay, but don't study too hard then.'

'Yes, Mrs. Summers,' Jean and Jubilee said together, then grabbed Kurt and headed around the corner and out of sight.

Scott was just about to do the same when Y/N called out to him. 'Hey, Scott.' He stopped and turned, his lips pulled down in a frown, possibly worried that he'd been caught out. But she just smiled and said, 'It's nice to see you've made some friends already.'

Relief and genuine appreciation split his lips into a smile. 'Yeah. Me too,' he said, then he took off after the others, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the old mansion.

It genuinely made Y/N happy to see Scott making friends. He was usually the reserved type, making small rebellions but certainly not as loud as his older brother. He used to be the kid that got picked on at school, so to see him actively engaging with other kids was promising.

It was the changing period between classes and so all the students were milling about the halls as Y/N made her way down the steps to the front foyer. She had a free period so she was in no hurry.

What she didn't expect to see, once the children had cleared, was Hank and Raven of all people standing together in the foyer.

'Raven?' Y/N said in disbelief, a baffled smile adorning her lips.

Raven and Hank seemed to have been engaged in a serious discussion, but she returned Y/N's smile and opened her arms for an embrace. 'Hey, Y/N.'

Y/N accepted the offer and embraced her long-time friend tightly. 'Oh, it is so good to see you, Raven. It has been too long.'

'Yeah, since seventy-three I believe.' The two women pulled apart but held hands. Raven ran her fingers over Y/N's hands and her fqace changed to shock and happy surprise. 'Oh my God, you got married?!' she exclaimed, bringing Y/N's left hand up to inspect the delicate diamond.

'Yeah. Alex and I just celebrated five years,' Y/N said, her words taking on a sad tone.

'Five years...' Raven dropped Y/N's hand, a sad expression on her face. It was then Y/N recognised that Raven was in the skin she'd worn for years to fit in with society, not her natural blue. There was slight betrayal and hurt on Raven's face too.

'We tried finding you, Raven,' Y/N said, grasping tight to her friend's hands. 'I wanted you there. Truly. You just... Well, since D.C. I imagine you've been busy.'

Raven's betrayal morphed into shame. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I would've loved to have been there. For you.'

Y/N knew she meant it, and so she flashed Raven a smile and said, 'It doesn't matter now, though. You're here now, and it is so good to see you. Speaking of which, why are you here?'

'I came to speak with Charles about Erik,' Raven admitted, the two women finally releasing each other's hands. 'I think he's in some trouble.'

'I was just telling her Charles and Alex were out,' Hank added.

'Well, they should be back in the next hour, I think,' Y/N said. 'Why don't we wait in Charles' office until then.'

As they all waited, Y/N and Raven decided to catch up. They discussed everything from the school to Raven's personal missions as a vigilante for mutants to Y/N and Alex's marriage.

'I must admit, I always knew you two would end up together,' Raven commented, a knowing and cheeky smile on her face.

'No you didn't,' Y/N argued. 'Did you even know Alex and I back then? We fought like cats and dogs!'

'Still do, depending on the day,' Hank muttered as he drank his tea.

Y/N flashed him a hard glare before turning back to Raven.

'Oh come on, it was practically inevitable you two would end up together,' Raven countered, laughter dancing on her words. 'But I'm happy to hear you two are happy. You're some of my oldest friends and you deserve happiness.'

'Thank you, Raven,' Y/N said softly.

'So, how many do you have?'

Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion. 'How many what?'

'Kids. I can only assume you've got an army waiting for you at home...' Raven quietened as she noticed Y/N's demeanour change. Her smile dropped and she sunk back into the couch more. 'Did I say something wrong?'

Y/N shook her head and tried smiling for her friend, but tears welled in her eyes. 'No, you didn't. It's just... Alex and I found out we can't have children about a month ago.'

'Oh, Y/N.' Raven didn't know what to say or do. She just reached a hand out was a grateful that Y/N took it for support.

'We've been trying since we got married,' Y/N explained, wiping the tears away before they even fell. 'When nothing was happening, we decided to go see a specialist. But I guess even being a mutant doesn't make us immune to human genetic failure.'

She gestured to the closed doors that led from Charles' office to the school beyond 'Besides,' Y/N continued fondly, 'I have hundreds of kids already to deal with,. Children of my own would just complicate that probably.'

Raven just hummed in agreement, but said nothing more. No doubt she could sense or even see Y/N only meant half of what she said. Y/N truly loved each and every kid at the school, but it broke her heart to know she'd never have a daughter or son that had her eyes or Alex's smile, her wit or Alex's bravery.

Before they could dwell on the sad matter any further, the doors to the office opened and in came Charles, Alex, and someone Y/N thought she'd never see ever again.

'Moira?' Raven said as the three entered the room, standing to her feet in shock.

'Raven?' Charles asked.

'I'm sorry, have we met before?" Moira asked, cluelessly smiling at Raven, then Y/N and Hank.

Soon enough, Raven and Charles needed to converse privately and so Y/N, Alex, Hank, and Moira stood in the foyer awaiting their decision. Hank took one for the team and took Moira for a bit of a tour around the school while Y/N and Alex stayed in the foyer to talk.

'Never thought I'd see you step inside these halls during school hours again,' Y/N said cheekily.

'My brother and Charles are the exceptions,' he said, and when Y/N pouted he added quickly, 'and of course my beautiful wife.'

'Hmmm, sure asshole,' she said, before allowing him to kiss her briefly.

'You know you can be so mean sometimes,' he said as he pulled away.

'That's why you love me though, right?' she asked.

'Hmmm, sure princess,' he mirrored her earlier comment, earning a light slap to his shoulder as they devolved into laughter.

'So, how's Scott doing?' Alex asked, genuinely concerned for his little brother.

'Don't worry,' Y/N reassured him. 'He's fitting in just fine. Although he said he was going to study just before...'

'Oh, he's definitely doing something he shouldn't be then,' Alex said.

After a moment of silence, Y/N said, 'I was talking to Raven just before... about us not being able to have children.'

The topic always made Alex more protective, and so he placed his hands on her arms and started gently rubbing them up and down slowly. 'You okay?'

'Yeah I'm fine, but it did get me thinking... why don't we look at adopting?'

Alex looked halfway between shocked and happy when she said it. 'Are you sure?'

Y/N nodded. 'Why not? There are so many kids in this world that have no homes, no families. We could be that for them.'

Alex smiled brighter than he ever had as he embraced her so hard he lifted her off her feet with joy. 'I love you,' he said as he finally put her down, then looked at her as if she was the light of his life. 'We're gonna have a family.'

Y/N nodded then pulled him into a short kiss, just as Hank and Moira finally came back to the foyer and Charles' office doors opened. 'Y/N and Hank, you are dismissed from classes for the rest of the afternoon,' he said. 'We have to find Erik.'

~~~

It all happened so fast.

Someone hijacked Cerebro and controlled Charles momentarily, taking over the world for just a split second. Raven, Hank, and Y/N were finally able to wrench Charles free of the power and then Charles commanded Alex to destroy Cerebro.

The incident left the whole group, except for Moira, panting and drained as they exited the flaming room. Charles was unconscious in his chair, giving no signs that he was okay.

Y/N sensed a change in the area's energy force, and looked down the hallway to where a portal was opening. 'Uh, guys...'

The rest of the group followed her gaze to where five figures stepped out of the portal, one notably being an old friend.

'Erik,' Raven said softly, realisation dawning on her face too late. He was not here to be friendly.

Before anyone could react, Erik reached out to Charles' chair and brought him in to their portal which was firing up again.

'Charles!' Raven called out.

The winged figure protected Charles as the others stepped in front of him as barriers. Not that any of Y/N's group chased after them - wait, one person did.

'Alex, no!' Y/N said as her husband ran past her. When he didn't listen, she chased after him.

'Alex!' Hank called out behind them.

'Hey, asshole!' Alex called out to the blue man standing out the front of Erik's group.

The portal reopened around Erik, Charles and the other figures, the blue man stepping out in front to say, 'All will be revealed my child.' His voice was haunting, echoing all around them in a way that emanated power. He was not a standard level mutant.

But Alex still ran, and Y/n sensed he was charging up to fight.

'Alex, don't!' Y/N was almost there, could reach him in another few steps.

'Wait!' Hank called out, but Alex was lining up, red plasma already bursting from his chest. 'Stop!'

Y/N finally realised Hank's fear. While she was trying to stop Alex from chasing after mutant much stronger than all in the room, Hank was more concerned as to what was just beyond the doors Erik and Charles stood before.

Y/N's fingers just grazed Alex's shoulder when he let out a powerful plasma blast. But Erik and Charles disappeared into the portal before the blast could reach them, instead allowing it to burn through the metal doors that lead into the jet hangar.

Y/N pulled Alex behind her as the explosion happened. She threw up her hands and conjured a force field that surrounded the entire hangar just as the fire was about to reach her face. The strain was immediate as well as the heat, and Y/N almost crumbled as the explosion bounced and rolled around in the bubble.

'Y/N!' Raven called out, and Y/N felt hands on her arm and shoulder as Alex came into view.

'Baby?' he asked, eyes apologetic and frightened.

'I'm okay,' Y/N managed out, breathing deeply as the strain increased. 'Get everyone out. Now.'

'We can't just leave you here,' Hank argued.

'We won't,' Alex answered. 'I'll stay with her. Let me know when everyone is out.' When Raven and Hank didn't move, Alex said, 'Go!'

Once they'd gone, Y/N said, albeit with a strain, 'You should go, too.'

'I'm not leaving you,' he said, the weight of his hand on her back ever present. 'Hank and Raven can get the kids out themselves.'

'I'm not just talking about the kids.' Y/N managed to tear her gaze from the swirling explosion just beyond her force field to look Alex in the eyes. 'Go find Scott. Make sure he's okay.'

'I trust Hank and Raven,' Alex said.

Y/N's hands shook and so she turned her attention back to the force field. 'Alex, I don't know how much longer I can hold this. And I'd rather you not be here in case-'

'Don't say that.' Alex moved more into her vision so she didn't have to break her concentration. 'I put you in this mess, I will see you through it. You're the toughest person I know, Y/N. If anyone can hold this, it's you.'

Y/N saw on his face he truly meant it, but her hands shook harder now and the fire was pushing against the field more. Y/N swallowed a groan because as much as she didn't agree with Alex, she had to try.

Every second counted.

But every second was torture.

In reality, it was only five minutes before Hank notified Alex that the school had been cleared. But Y/N's vision was starting to spot black and her entire body now shook. Sweat rolled down her face and exhausted tears threatened to spill over.

Alex's phone buzzed and he answered the incoming call. 'The kids are all out,' Hank said, his crackling due to the horrible service of the lower levels. 'We're coming back for you.'

'Don't!' Y/N strangled out, groaning as the strain increased. She was aware of Alex's gaze on her so she turned slightly to look him in the eyes and saw something that she didn't want to see.

Hank kept talking. 'What? No, we're coming back down-'

'It's okay, Hank,' Alex said calmly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. 'Just... keep them safe.'

'Alex, wait what-'

Alex ended the call and Y/N could've screamed with frustration. 'No,' she whispered. 'You're not staying with me.'

'You never planned on getting out of this alive,' Alex stated. 'Did you?'

'I've made my peace,' Y/N explained. 'You need to be here for Scott.'

'You are my wife, Y/N!'

'And he is your brother!' Tears finally spilled as her powers began to wain. 'He is young and scared and he needs his brother so please Alex, go!'

Pain and indecision whirled in Alex's eyes as he looked from her to the doors that would save his life. Y/N couldn't hold on much longer, but she'd make sure he would get out. Tears spilled down his gorgeous face. Even after all this time he still looked as he had when him and Y/N first met, apart from the hair of course.

Resolve and love and apology was on his face as he finally looked back to Y/N, and he said, 'Scott will understand.'

He was really doing this. He was really going to die with her.

'I can't protect us once I let this field down,' she strangled to say, tears and pain and regret threatening to overwhelm her. 'I have nothing left, Alex.'

'You've done enough,' he said gently, then manouvered himself to stand between her arms so he was face to face with her. He cradled her face in his hands then pulled his lips to hers for one final kiss. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

'I'm not,' Y/N replied, and despite their situation she smiled as brightly as she could. 'We had a pretty good run, didn't we?'

That finally brought a smile to his face. 'We sure did, princess.' He looked into her eyes, his gaze unwavering and the way he held her was heavenly. 'I love you.'

'I love you,' Y/N answered, then her energy emptied completely and she fell into Alex's arms.

They held each other as fire engulfed them and the mansion exploded, unable to be torn from each other even at Death's door.

1983 - X Mansion, post Apocalypse Battle

Scott Summers stood before two headstones with X's on them that had been put up in the school's courtyard. Both had his last name.

Alex Summers

Havok

1941-1983

Husband, Brother, Friend, Hero

Y/N Summers (neé L/N)

Aura

1942-1983

Wife, Teacher, Friend, Hero

Scott took his glasses off to wipe his tears. He hadn't been able to fully process his loss thanks to Apocalypse, but now that the school was rebuilt and he was back at school, he was more than aware of Alex and Y/N's absence.

He felt a hand slip into his, and he put his glasses back on to find Jean smiling sadly at him. 'I'm so sorry, Scott,' she said, and he didn't need to be a mind reader to know she truly meant it. 'I never met your brother, but Aura - Y/N, spoke often of him and their heroics at our age. He sounded amazing.'

'He was,' Scott said, looking back to his brother's and sister-in-law's graves. 'He was my hero.'

'They both were heroes.'

The two teens turned to find Hank, Raven, and Charles - now bald from the battle - strolling and wheeling into the courtyard respectively. Charles didn't speak again until the three of them reached the teenagers. 'Even as children, I knew they would be heroes. And in a society where mutants weren't trusted, even feared... They saw the best in the world. Always.'

'They gave everything they could to this school,' Hank added, eyes watering behind his glasses as he looked over his friends' graves. 'They were some of the best people I know, even now.' Hank allowed a tear to fall but he laughed. 'Even if your brother was a bit of a dick, sometimes.'

'Only sometimes?' Scott said, and the group laughed and the weight of grief on Scott's shoulders lifted slightly.

When it grew silent once more, Jean said, 'But is this to be our fate? Where we fight for a world that doesn't want us? Is a premature death only inevitable?'

'Death is always inevitable, Jean,' Raven said gently, and walked up to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 'But if Alex and Y/N proved anything to us all is that it doesn't matter what time we have on this earth; it's what we make of it. While we can, we will fight for a better future. For all of us.'

Jean nodded then turned back to the graves along with everyone else. Resentment and pain and loss roiled within Scott as he looked down at where his brother and sister-in-law rested. 'I wished he hadn't died,' he admitted, because that's all he truly wanted.

'Me too, Scott,' Charles said, wheeling up beside him. 'He loved you very much, though. Always spoke about you - about how you were to do great things with your life. I truly believe that, you know.'

'At least he died doing what he loved,' Scott said as he gestured to the rebuilt school. 'Protecting mutant kind.'

The group was silent for another few minutes, just reflecting on their times with the two people in the ground. Then Hank ushered the two teens back to class, and after sometime Raven left to go teach also.

Charles remained for a while longer, unable to leave his friends that he'd buried, that he'd gotten killed. Some small part of him wished he'd never sought them out to join the X-Men. They could've lived quieter lives, safer lives. But we wouldn't have been happy, Charles could practically hear Y/N say with that hopeful smile of hers, and Charles smiled at the thought.

And besides, if he hadn't recruited the two, Alex and Y/N wouldn't have met. And wouldn't that have been a true disservice to his students to never have witnessed such hope and love.

Or maybe they would have. After all, like he'd said, they'd been inevitable from the start.

And maybe Jean was right; possibly, a mutant's life was to inevitably end prematurely. But Raven was also right.

Charles touched Alex's headstone, then Y/N's, tears pouring down his face. 'Thank you, friends,' he whispered tearfully. 'Rest well. You've earned it.'

As the years went on, and the school took on more students and the gardens grew higher and wilder, Charles sought to personally keep his friends' graves clean and tidy. He told each student the tales of his fallen friends, the ones he was unable to bury as well. He made sure that the First Class of X-Men were not forgotten, and that their dream of a better future lived on in the next generation.

Sometimes, as he grew older, Charles saw a little bit of Alex and Y/N when he saw Scott and Jean. It broke his heart to know that Alex would never see his little brother become an excellent hero such as Alex, or that Alex and Y/N wouldn't grow old alongside him and Hank and Raven.

But their spirit lived on anyway, and maybe that was the inevitability of it all in the end.

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secret santa

steve harrington x reader

summary: the party ruins steve's secret santa for you

It was your idea to make your very first secret Santa being the newest member of the party - without including Eddie - and it was also the first time doing it as Steve's girlfriend.

When everyone got their result, you were quite lost with who you got. You were going to be max secret Santa. You also couldn't get any help from other because it was prohibited, but you were known to make the best thoughtful gifts of all. Steve always told his friends how you put all your love in your gifts, how you always remembered what he likes, what he needs. So you were well aware of the expectations everyone had for your present.

You tried not to get help from anyone. And although you didn't know max too well, you tried your best. You were close to asking Lucas, but you got lucky when you found her in the parking lot, waiting for his brother, and saw how she loved her little Walkman. It was then when you got an idea for an amazing gift.

Steve, on the other hand, was almost going to shit himself. He was going to be your secret Santa. When he first saw your name written on the paper, he was excited, but after thinking about it for a whole day, he got scared. Because he knew whatever gift you bought him, you would be happy and thankful anyway, as you always were. Steve always tried to surprise you with flowers, chocolate, and sometimes written letters he left on your bedside table. But this, this had to be huge. He needed weeks to think about how to surprise you, and also how to be the best secret Santa of the party.

So, he started your present the same day you all got the results of the game. He knew your likes and dislikes, how you preferred handmade gifts before an expensive cologne. He knew what you had, but he didn’t know what do you want. Don’t get me wrong, he would have your favorite perfume packed up and a scarf you mentioned you loved at the mall, and also a restocking of your mascara, that he saw it was almost done. But for a secret Santa, he wanted to stand out amongst all.

It was a mistake. Dustin knew it was a mistake when he started reading a list Steve left on the back of his car. It was a list of romantic gift ideas, and Dustin had to admit they were so good. It was then when he assumed knew the gift was for you and Steve’s first anniversary, which was just a week before Christmas. Under all the creative ideas he wrote, there was one underlined with some hearts. He then moved the paper, finding a black box. He opened, and almost gasped when he saw what was inside. Dustin smiled, and he couldn’t wait to tell the party the amazing idea his best pal had.

It was just another normal Friday for you. After school, you went home to do some homework you were looking forward to finish. At 7 pm, you went to pick up Eddie from his D&D club. And then you went to your favorite dinner, where the curly boy always invited you for a milkshake.

“So…” Eddie started, smiling widely at you. “How did the anniversary go with your lover boy?”

You smiled back, shamefully red. “It went so good, you can’t even imagine. He put a huge amount of daisies and candles in his backyard, and we stayed up almost ‘till 2am watching the stars and talking about everything that came to our minds”

“And how was the little gift?”

His question caught you off guard, frowning, but still with a little smile in your lips. “Well, uh, it was very thoughtful of him”

“I’m sure it was” He winked at you. “That golden bracelet was a very thoughtful idea of him”.

Your smile faded. “What?”

Eddie smile faded too with your sudden confusion. “Well, uh, Dustin saw a golden bracelet with Steve’s initials engraved. He thought it was his gift for your anniversary.”

You thought of throwing up the milkshake. “He gifted me a box of letters”. You murmured. “I really liked it, but…”

Eddie’s face almost transformed into a pout. “I don’t understand…”

You honestly didn’t either. Steve could never, you thought. “I think I’m going to be sick”

Eddie tried to cheer you up, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “I’m sure he’s keeping it to give it to you for your birthday or something.”

“My birthday is in October” You tried not to cry in front of him. You also tried not to think what it was obvious - for you - happened.

That night, you ignored Steve’s nine calls, crying until you fell asleep. The next day, your mother told you Steve was waiting for you to spend Saturday morning together. You told her to tell your boyfriend that you were sick and didn’t want couldn’t see him right now. The lie went on till Monday. When you didn’t come to Family Video, Steve started to get worried. He had one of the best nights of his life with you, and suddenly he felt like you were ignoring him. So he appeared again at your front door. You opened, thinking it was mail because Steve should be at work right now. You almost closed the door on his face if he didn’t stop it.

“We need to talk.” He said with a firm voice.

Your red eyes - that were the result of your countless hours crying - find his dark ones. He looked worried. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” “Aren’t you supposed to be sick?” His answer made you angry. His mere presence made you angry.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You snapped at him, trying not to cry again. “Please. Just tell me what I did wrong, just that, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“Eddie told me about the bracelet.” You said, trying to act as indifferent as possible. Steve frowned at your answer, he didn’t know what you were talking about. Until the realization hit him like a brick on his face. “How does Eddie know?”

You scoffed at his answer. He didn’t even try to hide it. “You are a miserable piece of shi-” “No, no, listen to me” Your eyes threatened to cry again. “That bracelet is for you” When he saw your reaction, he tried to justify what he just said before you slapped him in the face. “Oh my god, you thought I was cheating on you?” He laughed, more calmed now. “That golden bracelet is for your secret Santa. Surprise! I’m your secret Santa!” He smiled, without caring of spilling the secret.

You were so focused on the thought of Steve cheating that you forgot completely about the stupid secret Santa thing. “Oh fuck.” Steve smiled at you, getting closer. “I would never do that to you, never, I don’t even know how that stupid kid discovered the gift.”

“I’m so sorry, Steve, I don’t know why I believed that” You sighed, hugging him closely and feeling like breathing again. “I’m also sorry the party ruined your secret Santa” “Well, I’m sorry for you. Did you like the idea? Setting aside the fact you thought it was for another woman, which I understand because if I was in your position I would also-” You laughed at his nervousness. “Just stop talking and kiss me”.

He focused his eyes on you. Only you. “Gladly”

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kyseya · 3 months ago

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what if the reader tries to call an Uber/family member to pick them up from the farm eventually but they wait till night time bc they can feel something is “slightly”(yeah right) off with the brothers

Since I imagine them being practically in the middle of nowhere, it would be hard to get a strong signal in the first place. Even though they can watch TV in the living room it’s harder to get a good connection on the phone.

(I don’t actually know anything abt phones or signals but this is my fic so it’s ruled by kyseya-logic)

But let’s say reader did get a call to go through to a friend or a family member. This would go differently depending on when she’s try to escape. If she’s try to do it early on/the first night then this would likely go down:

She’d make the call at night and whisper into the microphone as quietly as she could while trying to make herself heard. After retelling all the events to the other person on the line, they’d tell reader that they’ll be there as soon as possible. Unfortunately, it would be a long time until they’d be there since the farm was so far out. It meant she would have to find a way to stay out of trouble and survive. Not wanting to stay there, she gets dressed and packs her things into her bag again. Every move she makes is made with outmost caution. She wouldn’t want to wake them up, not when the consequences could be fatal.

After making sure she’s ready to go, she thinks it can’t hurt to wait a little longer to go. The rescuer wouldn’t be even close until hours later. It was late enough that the brothers should be asleep, but not early enough that they’d soon wake up.

Carefully making her way downstairs, she tiptoes over the floorboards. Thankfully none of them creaks as she walks on them. Finally, yes, the doors is so close! She will make it, she’ll be free! As the door comes closer, her excitement grows. Maybe she was worried about nothing. Getting out turned out to be a life of cake. These guys were probably not even that dangerous to begin with. Did she overreact? Perhaps. Was she gone stay there? No, definitely not. Even if reader doesn’t have proof, she trusts her gut and decides to leave.

Reaching for the handle, she turns it. What? Nothing happens. She tries opening it again. The door doesn’t move and inch no matter how much she pulls it. It’s locked. The horrifying reality sets in and has her panicking. What should she do? She can see a keyhole under the knob, so there is no way to unlock it form the inside without the actual key.

“Why are you running away?” A voice speaks from the darkness behind her.

Out form the shadows steps Lucas.

“Were we not good hosts? It that it?” His questions have an easy tone and seem simple, but if you looked into his eyes, you would be able to see amusement. Not the type you feel when riding a rollercoaster or watching yoru favourite movie: the sadistic kind. “It’s kinda rude to just take off in the middle off the night without saying anything. Please don’t be rude, it’s not pleasant for anyone.”

In his hand is a meat cleaver.

————

So yeah, if it was early in when reader came to the farm, they would most likely kill her. Even though both of them felt some kind of liking towards reader, they still wouldn’t know her enough to want to spare her. They can’t connect to her yet, you know.

If she tried to escape when she’d been staying at the farm for a while, then it would be different. I’m currently writing a fic on what would happen if the reader found out what’s inside their special barn, so that will add to this story. If she tried to escape by calling a friend/family member pretty much the same thing would happen as in the fic that will come out soon, so I won’t write anything more here.

That is all thank you.

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shuchu · 1 year ago

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i like to imagine shu & ikes thrusts be short, slow yet sensual, but it evolves to harsher and faster thrusts but still maintaining the short distance

meanwhile mystas, voxs and lucas thrusts are long, fast and harsh, but it starts out slow in a grinding like motion

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nsfw, minors dni

i agree, vox's thrusts are long, he likes to start off slow, pulling it out till it's just the tip nestled in you before slamming his length back into you. sometimes he takes it out and slides the tip against your entrance a little before sliding it back all the way.

he also likes to do little figure 8s, stimulating you in a different way that makes your tongue loll out and your eyes roll back. he loves doing that because he loves that look on your face, he'd coo at you, "awww look at you, it feels good huh? mmm...fuck- you take my dick so fucking good."

he then picks up the pace, his thrusts turning fast and harsh. it constantly hits that sweet spot making you clamp around his length, making him groan lowly.

"fuck- cum for me sweet thing..."

"mmm...just like that- ah fuck! i'm gonna cum too-"

mysta's thrusts i imagine to be long as well, but he likes to pull it out all the way to slide the tip against your sopping slit before entering again and bottoming out. he would do this a few times and the way you would whine and squirm against him makes him smirk. he likes when you make those noises and beg for him to fuck you.

"yeah? what do you want babe? use your words."

after he feels that he's edged you and teased you enough he sheathes his stiff and leaking length inside you, a mewl escaping your lips and you start moving your hips. he'd start off slow, doing long thrusts, making you claw down his back in frustration. he'd groan and pick up the pace, fucking into you harshly. he can't help himself anymore, the way you're squeezing around him like that begging to be fucked. the tip of his cock would constantly be hitting the opening of your womb, making you gush around his cock, drenching it in your fluids.

"ngh- fuck...yes...cum all over my cock..."

i feel like with luca, it depends on his mood. if he's feeling all soft he'd do long sensual thrusts, making sure you feel every inch of him in you. he'd hold your hips steady while he fucks into you, swallowing your moans with his lips.

whereas if he's feeling particularly feral and horny that day ─ perhaps after being away from you for a while or after you've teased him till his breaking point, he'd do short but harsh thrusts. you'd be on all fours and he'd pull your hips back onto his, slamming you onto his length. all you can do is just scream out in pleasure and whimper from how good it feels.

"hah...yeah? it feels good hmm?"

"cum for me baby...cum for me, cum for me please..."

"ngh- yes...just like that...aah-! fuck..."

i feel like ike would be like luca, he'd start off with slow, long thrusts. slowly sliding his length in and out of you, making low groans and receiving sultry moans. but you'd encourage him to go faster and harder, he'd hesitate but eventually, he would just rut his hips into you with short but harsh thrusts ─ fucking you just the way you like, making your toes curl and moans turn into whines of desperation to cum.

"i know you're close my love, ah- fuck! you're squeezing me so tight..."

the short but harsh thrusts really stimulate your sweet spot making you cry out and release all over his cock.

"ngh- ah-! i'm getting close too..."

shu would definitely start slow too but he'd do short but sensual thrusts, he'd pull out slightly before sliding into you again. moments pass and both of you would get impatient, he'd want to take his time with you but the growing knot in both your abdomens say otherwise. so shu would start thrusting into you faster and harder, rubbing that spot that feels so damn good.

"mmh- yeah? it feels good? ah-! you want me to go faster?"

he quickens the pace once more, the skin of your ass slapping against his thigh and the obscene squelching stimulating you further towards your release.

"yeah? that feels good...?"

"oh god...you're squeezing around me so tight...a-aah!"

"mmh- y-you feel so...good..."

he'd kiss you as you scream in pleasure from hitting your climax, his hips still fucking into you at the same pace, making him reach his climax too ─ coating your walls with his cum. his hips slow down, sliding in and out of you languidly while the both of you come down from your highs.

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harmonictechnicality · 2 years ago

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*wrote this for @vecnuthy's birthday, so here you go babe! i baked you a word cake 🥰🎂* *ao3 link here*

Nobody gets cool shit on their birthday after the age of sixteen - Steve stands by this statement firmly. That year, he got his permit. And by yuppie parent default-mode, he also received his first car.

He almost, almost had a quarter-life crisis on his twenty-fifth birthday. Steve was seconds away from buying a motorcycle. Robin was very dramatic about this decision, kept threatening to order his gravestone if he followed through on an impulse purchase.

This, however, would’ve nullified his Adults Get Lame Birthday Gifts theory entirely. So Steve apologized to the salesperson, and tucked his credit card back into his wallet. Robin canceled the order on his gravestone as well, thank god.

Gifts have continued to be lackluster every year since then. And his 30th birthday is no exception to this rule.

A gift card from his parents. A pair of athletic socks from Dustin. And a t-shirt from Robin. Essentially, the starter pack of Welcome to Adulthood.

Except for one minor detail:

The shirt from Robin is exceptionally soft. Bamboo fibers or something, he wasn’t really listening to her description. Even the color is soft. Muted red, almost pink. Everything about it is soft. Airy.

Touchable.

Okay - that’s not an observation Steve makes upon receiving it. But it’s one that Eddie Munson will never let him forget.

The first time it happens is a week after Steve’s birthday. The two of them hit up a bar on the outskirts of town. A place Eddie frequents a lot, occasionally dragging Steve along as his Token 9 to 5 Friend.

“Welcome to the Dirty Thirty Club, man!” Eddie crows, already diving into Steve’s atmosphere for a hug.

“Thanks! Good to see you, Munson.” Steve chokes out, returning the massive hug with a single pat on Eddie's back.

The guy always gives the most suffocating hugs, fucking cages Steve into his arms and steals the breath of out his lungs with one squeeze. Steve has to inhale through his nose, smells the soapy steam rolling off Eddie’s skin.

Shower. Eddie just showered before meeting him here. It’s so fucking clear by the way he feels damp, smells clean.

Steve hates that he notices that. Wishes he didn’t care about Eddie’s hygiene schedule. But the scent of shower gel is addictive, breathing it in fast. Big gulps of fresh air. Lungs extending like they can capture Eddie's atmosphere and keep it there.

Okay, seriously. Steve thought his Eddie Munson Crush had been buried with the rest of his trauma back in 1993.

“Dude. This shirt is so soft, holy shit.” Eddie is rubbing his hand all over the back of Steve’s shirt, fingertips pushing into the fabric.

“Uh yeah. Sure is.”

Eddie must’ve blazed up back at his place, it’s the only reasonable explanation as to why they’re hugging for this long. Gotta be some strong shit too - strong enough to make him sound completely blissed out over a damn shirt.

He’s is humming now, both hands petting Steve’s shoulders, one on each side. Pinching the material, twisting it till it curls around his index finger.

“Gotta get me one of these bad boys.” Eddie chuckles, turns it into a playful growling sound. “Could touch this all day.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Steve does an awkward wiggle out of the embrace. He looks down at his shoes, cheeks growing warmer as he continues to take Eddie’s words entirely out of context.

Look, the sensible part of his brain knows that Eddie is talking about the shirt. That’s it. But the insufferably needy and more prominent part of his brain wants Eddie to be talking about himself in general.

That he could touch Steve all day long - shirt or no shirt.

Right. Steve needs a splash of water on his face. Could use a splash of water on his goddamn imagination too. Dilute the delusion for christ’s sake.

It happens again about four months later. Lucas invites the whole crew over to throw a surprise party for Max’s promotion at work.

Of course, Eddie is running late - he didn’t fail senior year twice solely from his shitty GPA. But showing up late to a surprise party? That’s a new level of risky. Not everything has to be a thrill-worthy adventure. Ugh.

“Max should be getting off work right about now.” Lucas explains, peering around the living room. “So everyone should head to your designated hiding spots.”

Nobody budges, just carrying on with their conversation.

“Alright, asshats - you heard Sinclair!” Steve snaps at each of them, glares for good measure. “Find a hiding spot or get the fuck out.” He gives a quick nod to Lucas, who still looks severely stressed, eyes ready to bust out of his skull any minute.

The coach-esque threat does the job. Everyone, ducks into place, voices descending into whispers. Whispers descending into shushes as the minutes draw closer to Max’s arrival. Steve is folded up behind the couch, arms wrapped around his knees.

There’s a small creak coming from the front door. A few people yell 'surprise.' Steve peaks to the side to see Lucas shaking his head at them.

“No, nobody move.” He instructs, voice caught between a yell and whisper. “I was just letting Eddie inside.”

Instinct takes over. Steve twists around the corner of the couch, needing to see for himself that Eddie is here. That he really came.

Clearly, he didn’t move fast enough. Although he could’ve sworn he moved so embarrassingly fast that the vertebras in his back sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies (post-milk).

But no one is there. No Eddie. No Lucas. No one.

“What the-” Something grabs the back of Steve’s shirt, pulling at his collar. A few people start aggressively shushing him.

“Chill out, Stevie.” Eddie is right there, meeting Steve’s face with a lopsided smirk. He’s close, way too close. Still holding the collar of Steve’s shirt with one hand, stretching it out. Keeping them close.

“Just trying to check the tag,” He releases Steve just an inch or so. His voice is so hushed, the quietest Steve has ever fucking heard it. “Wanted to see where I might be able to purchase such a godly article of clothing.”

“Ever heard of a thing called boundaries?” Steve hisses, swatting a strand of Eddie’s hair out of his face.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

They haven’t talked much since that night, barely any interaction for four months. But watching Eddie lean in, angling his head lower to study the tag on Steve’s shirt, hot breath on his neck…

It resets the clock. Flips the hourglass on Steve’s feelings for him.

He’s infatuated all over again, and all it took was Eddie invading his personal space. Just like he always does.

“You’ll have to ask Robin.” Steve whispers. Tries not to flinch when Eddie smooths Steve’s shirt collar back into place. “She’s the one that bought it for me.”

“Damn. Buckley has good taste.”

“Sure does.”

No distance is created. Neither of them move away. Eddie’s eyes continue to sketch over every stitch in Steve’s shirt, every hemline. He seems hyper fixated on it, too fixated to notice Steve’s pink-ish cheeks, thank god.

If it weren’t for the shirt, Steve would assume Eddie is checking him out, looking him up and down with a heavy gaze. Dark pupils, casted darker by the dim lighting.

“Can I?” Eddie raises a hand out to Steve’s shoulder. He pauses, lifts an eyebrow at the end of his question.

Steve’s jaw is too tight to answer or counter back with a joke about how Eddie never asks permission before popping personal bubbles. All he can do is nod a little too eagerly.

Eddie reaches into Steve’s sleeve, rubs the material from the inside. A small grin forms on his face. He looks so pleased, purely amused. That’s enough to untangle Steve’s muscles, relaxing under Eddie’s light touch.

But that’s the other thing. He’s barely touching Steve. Every now and then, his knuckles roll over Steve’s skin. Really, that’s it, that’s all he’s doing. And god, Steve craves more.

Eventually, Eddie switches it up, pinching the material between the pads of his fingers. He scoots closer to Steve’s side to do so.

Time feels paused. Time feels rapid. It’s going nowhere and already slipping through his grasp. All Steve can think about is placing his hand underneath Eddie’s chin, bringing his lips up to his own. Kissing him till the clock stops ticking. Till the sand stops running.

“Softest shirt ever.” Eddie gives the material a slight tug. Smiles wider.

Steve gulps. “If you say so.”

“I mean, seriously - it must be made from the glow off an angel’s halo or something, cause damn.”

“You’re a trip, Munson.”

Steve has to keep telling himself that Eddie is obsessed with touching his clothes - he’s not thinking about taking them off of Steve. No matter how much he wants that to be the reality of the situation.

It’s not.

They stay like this till the doorknob clicks, turns. Steve almost forgot that he was at a party, surrounded by other people.

Immediately, all of his senses flip back into Extrovert Autopilot. Everyone jumps out, yells a combination of surprise and congratulations (because they failed to coordinate that apparently).

He stays in this zone for the rest of the party. Talkative and breezy. Charming the pants off Max’s coworkers with silly little anecdotes about her as a kid.

Steve is damn good at hosting. It’s probably in his white-collar bloodline or some shit. Still, anytime Eddie walks by, he glitches up. Temporarily out of sync.

He doesn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Eddie ducks out early, waving broadly before slipping through the front door.

Time does that weird thing again. Feels paused and rapid all at once as he watches the door shut behind Eddie.

“You okay, man?” Lucas nudges him.

“Yeah.” The gentle gesture returns time back to normal. Brings Steve back into this moment.

“Doing just fine.”

It’s all he thinks about for weeks. Anytime there’s a lull at work or a commercial break on television, Steve drifts. Pictures Eddie is in his shirt, the one he’s so obsessed with.

At first, it’s just that. Basic. Eddie standing in front of him, wearing that muted red, almost pink, shirt. Sometimes smiling, sometimes expectant. Either way, it’s always enough to make Steve’s neck feel flushed, creeping up to his cheeks.

Gradually, it evolves into something more complex. A fantasy, almost dreamlike. He imagines Eddie running his hands all over himself, his torso, his chest. The thin material of the shirt moving and shifting under his palms. His head tipping back, lips plush and red from where he’s gritting down, biting hard. Holding back sounds.

Those images get Steve in trouble. Panting on conference calls and boners at his work desk.

He’s alone in his apartment when it grows, branches off into darker urges. Desires. Steve glances down at the floor, can’t help but wonder what Eddie might look like down there, staring up at him. Wearing Steve’s clothes. Begging Steve to take them off. Rip them, ruin them.

“That fucking does it.” Steve scolds himself, scolds his dick too. He’s calling Eddie Munson right now - before he has time to overthink it.

His hand is trembling as he picks up the house phone, dials out the number he didn’t even know he had memorized. The trembling thing is kinda embarrassing, but it's still better than sticking it down his pants and jerking off while the Cooking Network plays reruns in the background.

Every ring feels drawn out. Stretching time like taffy.

Eddie picks up on the fourth taffy-length ring. “Eddie here.”

“Hey, man.” His voice comes out all strained, bone-dry.

“Shit. That really you, Harrington?”

Apparently his voice comes out unrecognizable too.

“The one and only.”

Eddie snorts loudly into the phone speaker. “Doubt that very much - seems like a common enough name.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, smartass.” Steve rubs his neck, scratching his skin. Working his way to extracting the words out of his throat. “So um… you busy tonight?”

“Nope.” Eddie answers.

“Cool. Me neither.”

There’s silence after that. Well, almost silence. Just a slight hissing sound from the phone line can be heard. Not enough sound to make things less awkward though.

Steve has no good reason to be so antsy, so wired with anxiety. They’ve been friends since metaphorical shit hit the metaphorical fan back in ‘86. So being outwardly weird around Eddie? It’s too damn fishy.

“Is that it?” Eddie says. “Did you just want to bond over our empty schedules?”

Of fucking course, Eddie would call Steve out on his weird bullshit. Doesn’t know subtlety if it bit him in the ass.

Bad time to think about Eddie’s ass.

“Come over.” Steve blurts out. Needs to say something before a parade of ass-centric images start back up in his mind. “I ordered way too much takeout and there's a stack of movie rentals that I need to binge to minimize those late fees, so yeah… come over.”

No response, even the background hissing from the speaker cuts out. Maybe the phone line went dead. Or maybe Eddie hung up. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s abruptly ended a conversation, perpetually flouncing to whatever is new and shiny. Always distracted.

“What kind of takeout?” He finally responds.

“The Greek place with the kickass tzatziki sauce.” Steve smirks, already knows the answer before Eddie can utter another word.

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

Eddie arrives in less than an hour, actually. Knocks on Steve’s door exactly 51 minutes after Steve gets off the phone with him. It’s slightly disturbing that Steve suddenly turns into a math whiz when he’s fawning over someone.

Someone that fawns over his clothes more than him, but who gives a shit about logistics?

“Fucking starving.” Eddie says, slamming the door behind him.

Steve smiles, motions his head toward the kitchen. “Help yourself, dude.”

The plan is so stupid. Half-baked at best: get Eddie out of his shirt (and jacket), and into Steve’s shirt instead. That’s it. That’s all Steve’s got so far.

But it’s better than nothing. So what the hell? It’s worth a shot.

He waits until Eddie has stuffed his face with a decent amount of spanakopita, fully reclining on Steve’s couch. Looks incredibly comfy, too comfy to move.

Good.

Steve grabs the strawberry sorbet from his freezer, the one Robin forced him to buy after going vegan last spring. He scoops a bowl for himself and a bowl for Eddie. Exhales the last bit of his self-respect before returning to the living room with the most boring dessert option ever.

“Here you go.” Steve says.

Eddie scrunches his nose at it. “The fuck is this?”

“Sorbet.”

“Why am I not surprised that the former rich kid prefers sorbet over ice cream?”

Steve sputters, takes the bowl back before it further offends Eddie somehow. “That’s not… I didn’t… it’s actually-”

“Deep breath, Stevie. I’m just teasing you.” Eddie yanks the bowl back, shovels a brain-freezing amount into his mouth. “Far too easy, by the way. Give me a bit of a challenge next time. Makes it more fun… for one of us, at least.”

“Fun. Sure.”

“The one of us being me.”

“Got that.”

Steve decides to take Eddie’s ‘challenge’ remark as the perfect cue to set his stupid plan into action.

Steve pretends to shift around on the couch cushion, getting situated. Does this until he ‘accidentally’ fumbles the sorbet. Spills it all over Eddie’s clothes, his distressed black shirt, his dark gray sweatpants. All of it. Makes a much bigger mess than he intended to.

Eddie jumps up. “Goddamnit, Harrington!”

“I am so sorry!” No he’s not. If anything, his apology is more smug than sincere.

“This shit is sticky as hell.”

“Really sorry, man.” Steve hands Eddie a few stray napkins, like that’s going to make a difference.

“Don’t be. It was an accident.”

Except it wasn’t. It was one of the most juvenile tactic that Steve has ever pulled. Truly, it tops the overused movie theater-yawn tactic.

“Here - let me get you a change of clothes.” Steve offers, already heading to his bedroom. He’s walking and talking and fucking fidgeting. Suddenly paranoid that Eddie can see right through him, see all his desperation on display. Splattered everywhere like strawberry sorbet.

He turns back around for a split second. “I’ll throw those in the wash. Have them dry and ready to wear again by the time you head out.”

“Oh…” Eddie keeps patting down his clothes with a sopping napkin, barely listening. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

His acting performance is fucking dismal. Over the top. Porno-level obvious. Must be karma for all of those times he gave Robin and Eddie shit about being in an improv club. Makes a mental note to never mock their nerdy hobbies for the rest of his life.

“Well, it must be my lucky night.” Eddie calls out from the bathroom door, causing Steve to wince at the sheer volume.

“What makes you say that?”

“Bestowing the holy grail of shirts upon me? Allowing me even one hour in downy-soft paradise?” Eddie is using that tone, the one that’s boozy and savory. Borderline mean. Equally hot and annoying. “Possibly the greatest of olive branches you could’ve offered up.”

“Christ, you’re dramatic.” Which is so hypocritical after the stunt he just pulled.

The bathroom door swings open and nothing could’ve prepared Steve for how good Eddie looks in his clothes. The shirt is snug through the sleeves, loose through his chest. Makes Steve realize how differently built they are. The waistband on the athletic shorts is sitting low on his hips, maybe a size too big. If they were any bigger, they’d slip right off. Landing all tousled around his bare feet…

Okay, Steve has got to snap the fuck out of it. He rubs aggressively at his eyes. Needs soap or military-strength detergent to fucking cleanse whatever is going on with him lately.

“We could watch something.” Steve says, even though that’s exactly what he’s already doing.

Watching.

Eddie shrugs. Leans against the wall. “We could.”

“Or… I don’t know.” Steve can’t rip his gaze away from Eddie’s arms. His pale skin looks even lighter against the reddish tones. The waves and curls of black ink look even darker. Just a splash of color has turned him into a landscape of extremes.

“You don’t?”

“Um…” Steve flops, flounders. Scrambling for an idea. A coherent thought. Anything. “Cards. We could play cards.”

Eddie’s forehead wrinkles, then quickly straightens back out. Nodding politely. “Sure, we can do that. If that’s what you want to do.”

Steve mumbles something about grabbing a card deck from the storage closet, although he’s pretty sure it’s unintelligible. Makes a quick escape, jogs at the weirdest tempo known to mankind.

Flirting with a longtime friend is throwing him for a loop. Many loops actually. Theme park amount of loops. All of his usual ease and charm are being denied access. Not tall enough to ride this ride.

The closet is packed with junk, so finding a deck of cards is obnoxiously difficult. He’s tossing coats into piles and shoving shoes into corners. Between his nerves and his determination, Steve is working up a goddamn sweat.

“Need a hand in here?” Eddie’s voice startles him. Steve jolts backwards, straight into a shelf of puzzles. Tons of pieces go flying, some landing in Steve’s hair. Redecorating the fucking closet with tiny bits of colored cardboard.

Fantastic.

Eddie backs away, arms crossing into his chest. “Jesus, man. You’re freaking me out.”

“Sorry.” Steve says. Shakes the puzzle pieces out of his hair.

“Is it the shirt?” The question sounds genuine. No jokes, no sarcasm. “Does it look that bad on me?”

“Oh.” Steve doesn’t know how to respond. The shirt looks amazing, that’s not the problem at all. It’s just… “Um, actually-”

“Look, I know I’m not a pastel heartthrob.” Eddie gestures directly to Steve before waving his arms around. He starts pacing in the tiny closet, just ranting away. “And let’s fucking face it. I’m not getting any younger, so I doubt I can pull off this slim-cut style the way I used to… but come on. It can’t be that repulsive, right?”

“Eddie.” Steve frowns.

“Shit, that bad?” Eddie smacks a hand to the top of his hand. Grabs a fistful of his hair and looks down at the shirt, still rambling. “We’re using first names now? What’s next? Gonna bust out my full legal name? My birth certificate? Then we’ll really mean business.”

Okay, yikes. And Steve thought he was the stressed one. This is going south very, very fast. He needs to curb the self-destruction that’s happening in front of him. Just… reach out.

“Hey.” And Steve does. Literally. He places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, sucks in some courage. He waits until Eddie makes eye contact, breathes at a less neurotic speed. Then he exhales all the courage. Turns it into honesty instead. “You look… you look good.”

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah right.”

“No, I mean it. It’s different. But in a good way.” Steve skims his nails against the fabric, drawing shapes into Eddie’s shoulder. “I like it.”

“You do?”

Steve nods. Bites down on his lip, flicks his eyes to Eddie’s mouth. “Like it on you.”

The energy between them is thick, clinging to Steve’s skin. It’s new except it’s not. Steve has felt it before. At the bar, the party, that random Thursday in 1993. He recognizes the flex and curl in his stomach as Eddie takes one step forward, then two. The feeling is familiar and strange combined. Knotted tight.

Eddie raises an eyebrow before taking another step. Like the day behind the couch. Quiet permission, one he doesn’t ask for often. Only when it means something.

Steve lets the hand on Eddie’s shoulder fall slowly. Catching the material at the bottom, tugging it forward. Prays to fucking god that’s all the permission Eddie needs.

“You were right.” Steve lets his hand drift back up, landing in the center of Eddie’s chest. Wrinkling and smoothing the fabric underneath. “It really is soft.”

Eddie’s breath hitches up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s voice drops lower, richer. “Could touch this all day.”

Eddie thumbs over Steve’s bottom lip, drifting into the small space between them. He places both hands on Steve's cheeks and kisses him firmly. Steve presses in deeper, breathes out through his nose so that he doesn’t have to break away.

It’s so good, kissing like they’re teenagers behind the bleachers. So swept away in the heat and hunger that they’d be late for class. Showing up to study hall with blotchy skin and achy lips. They keep kissing just like that. Feeling, exploring. Lingering in all the areas that seem to make the other person hum or gasp.

“Steve.” Eddie whispers. His hands push up into Steve’s hair, combing it back, pulling in down with an edge. Hard enough to make Steve tilt his head, mouth dropping open.

“Yeah?” Steve replies. Barely a question, too lost in the feeling of Eddie’s lips on his neck.

Eddie rubs his mouth over the edge of Steve’s jaw. “You’re so…”

The sentence stops right there, never gets finished either. He nuzzles over the wet spots of skin covering Steve’s neck. Marks them all up with a gentle nip, not enough to leave bruises. Just enough to make Steve shiver.

Steve is making so many breathy noises, which should be humiliating. Pathetic for someone who’s had fucking loads of first kisses, even more makeout sessions.

But none of that really matters, his age or experience or slutty track record. Nothing counts when being kissed like this. Nothing can stop Steve from taking this moment, eating up all of the sounds and sensations.

Fuck, he wants all of it. Wants Eddie closer somehow, on top of him, beneath him, surrounding him.

He can’t stop tugging at Eddie’s shirt, well… his shirt. No doubt that it’s stretching out, close to ripping it. Keeps pulling it anyways - dragging Eddie into him till Steve’s back is pressed up against the wall.

“Come here.” Steve curls a finger under Eddie’s chin, brings his face back up to him. Not nearly done kissing him stupid, square on the lips. His mouth is warmer now, a few degrees hotter from sucking Steve’s neck. Licks into Steve’s mouth, gets him to whine at how good it feels.

The washing machine timer goes off, buzzing throughout the whole apartment. But Steve can’t let this end, he can’t.

Except for the buzzing won’t let up. Continuously interrupting all the delicious noises that Eddie makes whenever Steve bites over his bottom lip, gets it nice and puffy between his teeth.

“Should we...?” Eddie smushes his nose into Steve’s before motioning to the door.

“Yeah probably,” Steve unclaws his hand from Eddie’s waist. Kisses him once more before sliding out of reach.

As he walks down the hallway, heading into he laundry room, he hears it. Eddie’s voice, still inside the closet. Chanting the same phrase over and over again:

‘Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Holy fucking shit!’

Steve cracks a smile. Kind of hard to believe his heart is chanting the same damn phrase. So full of adrenaline, fucking crumbling under this wave of raw emotion.

Really, he never thought he’d find himself in this situation. Holding Eddie’s clean clothes in one hand, thumbing over his kiss-bitten lips with his other hand. Impatiently craving to get back to where they left off, hopefully on the couch or bed or floor this time.

“Hurry it up, will ya?” Eddie whistles behind him.

“What’s the rush?” Steve tosses the clothes into the dryer, doesn’t turn around because his self-restraint will be fucked if he does.

“My lips are getting cold.”

“That’s the best line you got?”

“For now, yeah.” Eddie says. “You sucked out all of my brain cells with your mouth. Can’t expect me to be Swayze-level smooth after something like that.”

No way he’s allowed to be so damn cute comparing himself to Patrick Swayze. As if they're even in the same league. Endearing, really.

“You can head back to the living room. I’ll be there in a minute.” Steve pushes a few buttons on the dryer. The timer starts, another reset on the clock.

Feelings that flip the hourglass once again.

He really fucking hopes it never runs out this time.

Eddie is perched on the floor, flipping through the channels on the tv. He's squinting at the harsh light because for some insane reason, he always insists on watching the tv in total darkness.

Even that’s cute now. Annoyingly cute.

Steve joins him on the floor, instantly slouching into Eddie’s arms because he can do that now. Completely allowed to be sweet and gross and smitten.

“Guess my theory was wrong after all.”

“Hm?” Eddie replies, still mindlessly channel-surfing.

Steve gives Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek (because he can do that now too), and looks at the shirt. Muted red, almost pink. Soft and touchable. “Apparently, you do get cool birthday gifts as an adult.”

“What are you mumbling about?”

This thing between him and Eddie. It feels longer than running sand or ticking timers. Longer than their years of friendship. Maybe not timeless…

“I’ll tell you later, Eddie.”

But pretty damn close.

#steddie #steddie fic #Steve has a really soft shirt and Eddie can't stop touching it #that's it. that's the plot lol.

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fakesimp · 2 years ago

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Hello c: I'm here for the 1k event prompt!! So here's my request ><

( also sorry for my bad english (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) )

Kyo or Mysta ( or maybe both?, it's your choice (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) ) with • "Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it"

then for the nsfw prompt is • It went from a kiss to a whole make out session and • "Come on you can do better than that".

Idk if it would be possible to be a full smut but it's fine either way (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!

Jealousy, With Kyo Kaneko, Mysta Rias

Warning !

Fluff ; Slight Nsfw ; Mentions of Cursing in Mysta's ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Haiwo ! It's okay anon ! I understand you don't worry fufu~ also Sankyu for requesting ! Also apologies in advance if they're ooc ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

1k Followers Event Prompts !

"Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it"

It went from a kiss to a whole make out session [ Nsfw prompt ]

"Come on you can do better than that" [ Nsfw prompt ]

➶◜◝➴

Mysta Rias

Okay, what happened before till now you're worn out on the bed, after a heated session with Mysta?

You stared at His exposed back, that's covered with marks, from who? You.

You sheepishly looked away as you slowly hid yourself under the blanket of your shared bed, Mysta looked back at you and raise a brow, "What?" He asked as he then start walking to you. "Nothing, I, just.. didn't know I put, so much.. on, ..your back" you didn't tell him the exact thing but he knew what you meant, Mysta, at first just owlishly stared at you before breaking into laughter.

"God, that, that's so fucking hilarious-" he said as he wheezed, he took a deep breath and pat your head. "I mean, aha, it is equal." You blinked. You averted your eyes, what he said is true, he did left a good amount of marks on your body too.

. . .

5 hours ago

You were hanging out with Mysta's friends ! They were all so nice, started from Vox, Luca, Ike and Shu. They have a quite unique friendship, you were happy to see Mysta have such good friends. You're all were talking and joking around, for hours. That is until you see Mysta being, uncharacteristically quiet. At first you asked him what's wrong, but he said he's okay. Just thinking, he said. You raise a brow at him, but you took the reason.

But then the next few minutes, you don't see him anywhere. The boys who also noticed he's not around, got worried, so they decided to help you find him, and you found him in your shared bedroom. You told the boys you found him, a friend of his, Ike, told the boys that it's getting late, they should be heading back to the hotel. The rest agreed and decided to leave after bidding goodbye to you and Mysta.

You soon joined him on the bed, "Mysta..?" You called out to him as you gently pat his arm. Earning a hum from him, "What's wrong?" You asked him, but you didn't receive anything, instead just him suddenly pulling you to the bed and hugged you. Making you shocked at the sudden movement from him, you blinked and wrapped your arms around him. You pondered, trying to figure out the reason why he acted this way.

And almost all of them leads to one thing.

"Mysta, are you Jealous?" You asked out of the blue, making him stiffen a bit, "Huh? Me?" He sounded in denial, "Mhm?" You nod your head, "Jealous? You're just imagining it, there's no way I'm jealous, why would I be?" He said the more he talked the more he sounded in denial.

You chuckled at his reply, making him look at you, pouting, "What? You thought I'm actually jealous? Really?" He then slowly leaning his face closer to you, "Mys-" his lips collides with yours. He pulled away for a moment, and then he leaned in for a kiss again. But this time his hands are roaming around you, making you gasp. Also giving him an opportunity to slide his tongue in.

You don't know how long both of you have been making out, but lord he really did kiss you breathless.

He pulled away and gently brush his thumb against your cheek, he then gently pull you onto his lap, you're straddling him. Mysta below you, breathing slightly ragged as he gently rub his thumb along your hips.

You can feel him down there, you stutter out a sigh as you slowly start grinding against him. Making him slightly growl, his grip on your hips tighten a bit as you continue grinding. He then let out a breathy laugh, "Hah.. haha.. come on babe.. you can do better than that"

And the next thing you knew, you're under him and him thrusting into you, sending your mind to oblivion.

He's deep inside you, making you couldn't think of anything else but him, also couldn't miss the pain of him marking you up.

"Mine."

. . .

You look up at Mysta who's playing with his phone next to you, "So you are jealous" you said out of the blue, making him blinking at his phone for a few times before turning to you. Then looked away, "...Okay, maybe I am a little bit jealous.." he finally admitted, making you chuckle and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"You're so cute Mysta, I only love you okay"

"Ughhhhh, ... ...

...I love you too.."

Kyo Kaneko

Kyo was laying down on his stomach next to you, you saw your marks on his shoulder and his back, you averted your eyes for a moment before slowly reaching out your hand to his back, gently rubbing your hand against his back.

Earning a hum from the blue haired male, he turn his head to you, "Hm?.." his eyes slowly opened as he look at you. "Does it still hurt?" You asked him, making him let out a low chuckle at the question, "No, not anymore at least" he said as he reach out his hand towards your head. Gently running his hand through your hair, "Thank you for asking tho.."

. . .

3 hours ago

You were talking with a friend of Kyo's, the name? Ren Zotto. Why are you talking with him? It's because Kyo blocked his social media and asked for your help to make your lover unblock him.

When you heard about how he got blocked, you laughed. Laughing into tears, and Ren laughing too while fake sobbing. "Please you gotta help me" he said, you nod your head as if he could see you, "Okay okay, God, that was so funny.." you wheezed making ren whine then laughed sarcastically. "Okay, do tell me if he already unblocked you"

You then hung up the call, and when you turned around, you saw a flash of blue hair disappeared into the corner. You blinked and immediately walked out from your room to the living room. To see Kyo, crossing his arms as he watched the tv, "You don't have to tell me to unblock, I will unblock him later" you just owlishly stared at him before raising a brow at him.

"Okay, that means you've been eavesdropping my conversation with Ren." You said as you approached him and sat down next to him, he didn't even look at you, just staring at the tv, arms still crossed. You tilt your head a bit as you stare at him, "Kyoo..?" You called him out, only earning a hum from him.

You pout at him and frowned a bit, before a smirk slowly creep up to your face, "Kyooo~...?" He glances at you, oh he knows that face. The face you made when you've figured out something's wrong about him, "are you jealooouus..?" You asked him, he took a deep breath,

"Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it, ain't no way I am jealous, why should i be jealous over Ren-" Your smirk widen and you laughed at him, "I didn't even mention names!" And then he internally facepalming himself. You see him slowly dropping his arms, he looked away slightly embarrassed.

You continue on laughing, and the next thing you knew you're pulled towards him and his lips are collided with yours, earning a soft moan from you.

He pulled away and gently pull you to his lap, "Shouldn't have pulled that hard, sorry" he whispered an apology as he then gently wrapped his arms around your waist. Hugging you, a bit tight.

You chuckled softly and softly brush his hair with your fingers, "Kyo look at me" you said, and he did. As soon as he looked up at you, you kissed him.

But then, slowly the kiss turned into a whole make out, you're not complaining about it. Kyo leaned away, your breathing slightly ragged, "Come on Kyo.. You can do better than that-"

And then there you are, getting fucked by him, not in a fast pace, but also not in a slow pace, him thrusting deep into you as he litter your body with kisses and love marks

"I'll admit, maybe I am a little bit jealous"

. . .

You snuggled close to him, as you can feel his fingers running through your hair, "Love you"

"Love you too" he said as he kisses the crown of your head.

A/n !

I am lowkey, contemplating on should I make a full nsfw or not on this, Maybe I should've try to write a full Nsfw fic more in the future--

Since most of the time, it's more to Slight Nsfw.

( 6/10 )

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #illuna x reader #illuna #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #kyo kaneko x reader #kyo kaneko #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing #1k followers event !

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 1 year ago

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10 things I hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

ok this is the first part of the series so i hope you enjoy!! a massive thank you to @demxters for literally everything to do with this <3 Word count: 1023

“I’m gonna do it” Mike declares at the lunch table, sliding into his usual chair in the process.

“Do what?” Lucas asks.

Mike looks around quickly before leaning into the group, “Ask her out.”

“Who? El? Good luck with that one.” Dustin teased.

“What do you mean? Do you not think she’ll say yes?” hurt and insecurity flashes across Mike’s face, his previous confident demeanour disappearing.

“Oh I’m sure she’ll want to say yes but she’s not allowed until Y/n starts dating, Hopper’s rules.”

Mike almost chokes on his sandwich “but she’s like really scary, has she ever even dated anyone?” he looks around the group in desperation “Maybe she’ll say yes anyway? Hopper doesn’t have to know?”

“You can try your luck if you want” Dustin nods his head to a vending machine at the back of the cafeteria where El’s standing, cursing at the machine. Mike stands up, anxiously wiping his palms on his trousers before walking towards El. He turns to the group before he reaches her and mouths a hurried ‘wish me luck’.

“Need assistance?”

“It won’t give me my stuff” she grumbles.

“Yeah you kind of have to-” he shakes the machine until the chocolate bar that was previously teetering over the precipice finally falls to the bottom, he retrieves the bar and hands it over to the now much happier girl in front.

“Thank you Mikey! I owe you, do you want some?” He’s caught off guard by the nickname, coughing and spluttering in a way he can only imagine is wildly unattractive, just what he needs right now.

“No, thank you though,” he fidgets with his hands “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me somewhere-” he takes a nervous breath “like a date?”

“I’d love to,” Mike almost cheers aloud but realises it’s too soon for celebration when he notices her chewing on her lip “but Hopper won’t let me till Y/n starts dating, and there’s no way she’ll date anyone, she’s scared off like every guy who’s ever asked.”

“I get it, don’t worry about it.” he mumbles, feigning indifference. She smiles apologetically and they begin to make their way to the table, the rest of the group pretending not to have watched the whole interaction.

“So?” Dustin elbows him in the ribs as soon as Mike sits down, although he’s sure he already knows the answer.

“Hopper” Mike replies in a dejected whisper, careful not to let El hear, after all he doesn’t want her feeling bad for something she can’t control.

Dustin’s face contorts almost as if he’s in pain. “Woah you okay over there?” Lucas calls from the other end of the table, earning a few snorts of laughter from around the table.

“Shut up I’m thinking”

“Oh that’s what that is?”

The curly haired boy holds up a finger in retort, cutting him off from any further rude remarks. “What if-” he begins, a sly smile sneaking onto his face as he looks between El and Mike “we got someone to date Y/n, then according to Hopper’s rule you two would be free to date and we wouldn’t have to hear Mike pining about you anymore.” He directs the last comment towards El.

Mike hangs his head, a furious blush spreading over his cheeks “I don’t pine.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“But we don’t have anyone who’ll date Y/n” El points out.

“So quick to doubt my plan” he shakes his head with a playful tut, “Steve.”

“Steve?” comes the incredulous response from everyone around the table, even Will who had refrained from taking part in the plan making so far.

“What? You don’t think I can bribe him? The man needs the cash and also, I saw him checking out ‘Sixteen candles’ for himself the other day.”

“We’re gonna pay someone to date my sister?”

“Got a better idea?”

She shakes her head resignedly “Fine, but she can’t find out, I don’t want her getting hurt.” Dustin imitates zipping his lips before the conversation turns to something DnD related.

“Steve” The older boy looks up at the line of teenagers forming in front of him “ We need your help.”

Steve looks around the almost empty Family Video store checking for customers “You want me to rent an age restricted film for you again? I’ll do it one last time but don’t come to me when it freaks you out like the Poltergeist did, I warned you”

“We don’t need a movie.” Dustin cuts in.

“Oh? What do you want then” He rests his elbows on the counter, settling his chin on his hands.

“We need you to date Y/n.”

“No chance, anything else I can help you with today?” Steve folds his arms across his chest.

“You haven’t even heard what’s in it for you” he complains.

“I heard the last man to try and take Y/n out on a date ended up with his car keyed and his tyres slashed,” He flits his eyes towards his car in the parking lot “that can’t happen to my baby.”

“It was just the tyres” corrects El, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the pet name usage for Steve’s car.

Dustin leans across the counter, coming face to face with Steve, “I saw you check out Sixteen Candles, what would people think of King Steve renting out a chick flick?”

“King Steve is long gone, now I hang out with kids” he sighs dejectedly.

It’s Mike’s turn to beg “Please Steve, Hopper won’t let me date El until Y/n’s dating someone, you’re our only chance.”

“What’s in it for me?” finally they’re getting somewhere.

“Cash?”

Steve groans, already regretting what he’s about to do. “I’ll do it.” The group cheer in sync “But only because this lovesick thing you two have going on is disgusting”

“Yeah yeah, thanks for your help.”

Taglist: @johnricharddeacy

#stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve x you #steve x y/n #steve x reader #steve harrington #y/n will be in the next part i promise lol

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andy4yippee · 6 months ago

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OH ALSO!!! your ranking of your fav ST ships? :D

YESS!!! ok here we go.

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST SHIP RANKINGS.

(includes brotp, otp, polyotp, familyotp.)

OTPS

Lumax - 10/10. meant for eachother!

elmax - 7/10. SOO cute, just i cant see it really happening.

byler - 1000/10. MY ONE TRUE OTP!!

mileven - 7/10. Cute, but its not my favorite. i liked them more in s1!

Duzie - 100/10. CUTE! nerd x nerd has me in a chokehold.

Jopper - 100/10. meant for eachother, again!

Jancy - 100/10. ADORABLE!!

Jargyle - 10/10. Cute!! the fanart is adorable. cant see it fr happening.

Stancy - 7/10. they were cute in s4- but I cant see them tgthr!

Henfield - 2/10. not my thing!

Hellcheer - 9/10. WOULD OF BEEN SO CUTE.

Boyce - 100/10. would of been adorable. poor bob.

Byerson - 5/10. cute but not my thing, cant see them together.

Edna - 0/10. why the fuck is this a thing HELP??

Henclair - 6/10. so cute, but max and lucas belong together.

Steddie - 8/10. Would of been super cute!

Wheelclair - 4/10. cant see it, would be cute.

Wheelson - 4/10. same thing as wheelerclair!

Stonathan - 2/10. cant see it at all.

Bancy - 7/10. this would of been my femslash OTP if she didn't fucking die.

Joyren - 5/10. I didn't even think about this till now..but imagine how cute this would be? obviously, wouldn't happen but....hear me out!

Rockie - 9/10. CUTE!! love them sm.

Ronance - 8/10. love it! its super cute.

BROTPS

Eddustin - 10000/10. MY BABIES!!

Dancy - 10/10. they were so cute in s2!

Stustin - 100/10. Love them in s3 especially.

Robeddie - 10/10 Gay Bestfriends.

Stobin - 100/10. The bestfriends ever

Madwise - 9/10. I love them sm.

Muwheeler - 10/10. Mike definitely had a stupid teenage crush on Eddie. obviously, this is a brotp and onesided because if it was requited it would be illegal....yuck.

FAMILYOTP

Elwill - 1000000/10. THE SIBLINGS EVERRR

Max's Moms (Nancy and Robin and Max) - 10/10. Love them.

Wheeler Siblings - 7/10. NEED TO TALK MORE WTF??

Sinclair Siblings - 10/10. SO funny together.

Magrove - 7/10. make me cry everywhere.

Byer Siblings - 9/10. Love them so much!

HenderFam - 10/10. Steve and Eddie are Dustins canon dads.

ByerHopperFamily - 10/10. My familyotp for life.

POLYOTP

Elumax - 8/10. this is so cute.

Stoner Lovers - 10/10. if they interacted, this would be my true polyotp.

Steddissy - 100/10. I CAN SEE THIS. if 2 of them weren't in graves. (one isn't even in a grave LMAOO) (forgive me)

Robins sapphic dream - 10/10. What the fuck is happening?? but I LIKE IT!

Gotta Love Nancy - 10/10. Again, what the FUCK? but i like it!

THATS ALL FOR NOW! :-)

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ash5monster01 · 9 months ago

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Ground Rules

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, minor angst, just two first time parents trying to figure it out

Summary: Much to your dismay your shared child seems to take after Mac and his curious ways. You had heard the stories about his unique childhood and if you didn’t get it under control soon, your daughter was bound to follow right in his foot steps.

word count: 1.5k

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When you had first started dating Mac there had never really been any rules. It wasn’t until you moved in together you finally had to put some in place. You had tripped over one to many contraptions and been a little too close to some minor explosions that had you deciding on no experiments in the house. After a minor fight he finally agreed and Mac followed that rule to the best of his abilities and you appreciated him for it.

What you had never expected was having a kid just like him. You don’t know why it never crossed your mind that it was possible for your child to have Mac’s intelligence. To be honest you wished you would’ve and you could’ve prepared yourself for all that was to come with a curious mind desperate to learn. You had heard all those stories about Mac when he was a kid, blowing up football fields and smoking out labs, but none of it ever really felt real until now. They finally felt real because your daughter had now taken it upon herself to do science experiments anywhere she can.

You had left for only ten minutes. That was it. Ten peaceful minutes to go out and do some minor yard work. She was reading a Nancy Drew book on the couch when you left but when you had returned, the eight year old girl had covered the kitchen in what looked like some sort of green foam. It takes your mind only a second to go haywire, panic setting in, fear of chemicals, and misdirected anger at your husband.

“Jackie! What is going on?” you rush towards her, making quick work of pulling her away from the mess.

“Elephant toothpaste, I saw it on TV and Dad told me how to make it” you were sure smoke was steaming out of your ears by now. As proud as you were for how smart your daughter was, these actions could become hazardous.

“Honey, I need you to tell me what exactly is in elephant toothpaste?” you ask as calmly as you can, keeping your voice even as if to not scare her off.

“Hydrogen peroxide, yeast, dish soap, water, and food coloring for some fun!” she claps excitedly, eyeing that very mixture on the kitchen counter. Now calming over the harmless ingredients you look at where she has some foam now stuck in her curly blonde hair.

“All that made a huge mess in my kitchen?” you ask, reaching for a dish towel and wiping away as much as you can in her hair.

“Well I tripled the recipe for a bigger explosion” she says as if the sentence alone doesn’t make your heart stutter. Letting out a deep sigh you stand back up and start to guide her to the bathroom.

“You definitely are you father’s daughter” you mutter, hands squeezing her shoulders.

“You should’ve seen it Mom, it was huge!” she cheers excitedly as you start down the hallway.

“Let’s get you in the bath” you tell her and she just smiles wide, clearly content with what she had just accomplished and you now had to clean up.

Once filling the tub with warm water you help your daughter step out of her elephant toothpaste splattered dress and into the bath. Offering her a bath bomb she keeps her curious mind occupied as you step out and figure out how to prepare yourself for the cleaning you had ahead of you.

“What happened here?” you find your blonde husband with an amused smile on his face, eyes scanning the green foam.

“Someone decided to make elephant toothpaste, have any idea where she got that from?” you ask crossing your arms and Mac looks up to find you are not as amused as him in this situation.

“Shit baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t think she’d actually attempt it, much less inside the house” he says walking over to you and you sigh, trying your best to not place all the blame on him.

“It’s fine, I just have to figure out how to clean it now” you say, hands reaching up to push the hair out of your face. It had already been a long day and the last thing you needed was this.

“It’s okay, I got it. I’ve done elephant toothpaste a time or two” he says, hands reaching to squeeze each of your arms, and you offer a weak smile.

“She’s gonna be trouble, just like you” you say with an accusing finger and Mac smiles before pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, but at least I know how to handle it. When I was blowing things up I never had anyone who understood me” Mac says and you give him a panicked look.

“I didn’t say anything about blowing things up” you tell him, head beginning to shake and Mac quickly stops you.

“I know but I happened to remove an entire football field once in my life. Maybe I can keep hers contained to a small park or something” he teases but you give him a stern look that says you’re not ready to joke about this just quite yet.

“How about no explosions and no more experiments in our home?” you say and Mac clearly mulls it over. You know he wants to cater to his daughter’s curious mind, provide her with every opportunity he could to learn, but could that be done at the expense of your kitchen?

“One explosion and experiments in the yard?” he counter offers and you sigh.

“No explosions and experiments small enough to not alert neighbors in the yard” you finalize and he nods with a grin.

“I can accept that” he says before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now where’s our little scientist, I want to applaud her”

“She’s taking a bath, you can say hi after you clean up this mess” you tell him, hands pressing against his chest and in the direction of the green foam.

“And what about you?” he asks, a small pout to his lips and you slowly press a kiss to them. The pout gone in seconds.

“I’m going to help her out of the bath and then we’re going to set some rules” you tell him and he nods, saluting you as you walk back to the bathroom to find Jackie hadn’t even washed her hair yet.

It’s only an hour later you finally have the small girl in fresh pajamas, damp hair combed, and sat between you and Mac on the couch. The Nancy Drew book from before is open on her lap and you finally give Mac a look to tell him it’s time to set some rules and create boundaries for her.

“Jackie honey?” you coo, fingers reaching to push away the book for a moment.

“Yeah Mom?” she says, half distracted and trying to chase the page as it moves away from her.

“We wanted to talk to you about your little experiment today” you tell her and Mac nodded, blue eyes finding his daughter’s matching ones.

“Yeah honey, just a quick chat” and at her father’s words she finally closes the book on her lap.

“We love that you enjoy learning new things. It’s amazing the things you already understand, but we need to set some rules” you tell her and a sad look flashes across her features in seconds.

“You made a big mess today, one that worried your Mom. So there can’t be anymore experiments in the house” Mac says and the girls is instantly defeated, a gasp leaving her mouth.

“But Dad, it was just elephant toothpaste. It wasn’t dangerous!” she whines and Mac shakes his head, staying firm and on your side.

“Yeah but your Mom didn’t know that. So there is going to be no more experiments in this house unless approved and supervised by one of us” he tells her and her lip instantly quivers as her arms cross over her chest.

“But you and Dad can do as many experiments in the yard as you want and he’s also agreed to bring you to his lab at work once a week to learn something new” you comfort the sad girl, arm wrapping around her.

“You promise?” she asks, hopeful eyes looking up at her Dad.

“Of course honey, pinky promise. We want you to grow and learn but science can be dangerous and it’s important we treat every experiment as that” he tells her and she nods even though you know she’s not entirely on board yet.

“Does that mean I have to tell you about the habitat I’m growing in my closet?” she whispers and you flash a worried look to Mac who is trying his best not to laugh.

“Well, why don’t we go find out” he says, standing and lifting the girl to dangle over his shoulder. The giggles and squeals she lets out are a stark contrast to the somber mood she was just in and you can’t help but smile as you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Is that a toad?!” you hear Mac’s voice bellow down the hallway and you are quick to stand to your feet and rush down the hallway.

“Oh hell no”

Taglist: @mayfieldss

Comment if you want to be tagged in any upcoming Macgyver fics <3

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callsign-magnolia · 11 months ago

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Love In The Dark // Ch. 2

Mature Content 18+

Summary: Iris never realized how much she truly depended on her eyesight until it was gone. But it never really stopped her, just another hurdle to jump over in life. Depending on people was never something she got used to, she still attempts to do things herself. Eventually, her roommate and best friend let's her down, but a tall, sandy brown haired aviator catches her.

Rooster x Blind!OC

Warnings: angst, alcohol, deception? I think that's it, if I missed any let me know!

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

The next three weeks were awkward. Mandi avoided Iris like the plague and Iris didn't push her. "I still wish you had called me." Emily, Iris' assistant said as she sat on the opposite side of her desk. "I thought about it, but I knew Lucas was in bed." She scoffed. "Josh could've taken care of him if he woke up, or I could've sent Josh to get you. Just please don't take rides from strangers. It's dangerous for anyone, blind or not." Iris bit her lip. "Iris." Emily scolded. "Well he's not a stranger any more!" Emily looks at her in shock. "You still don't know him! What's his real name? Where does he work?" Iris stayed quiet because she didn't have the answers. “Exactly. He's still a stranger so if there is a next time, no matter how late it is, call me?" Iris huffed, sitting back in her executive chair. "Yes mom." She laughed at her just as a notification sounded on Iris' computer. "We have fifteen minutes till our meeting with the Lee's." Iris had just set out some water bottles when Emily brought the Lee's in. "Iris, this is Julia and Hank Lee.” Iris turned towards Emily and gave a wide smile. "Mister and Misses Lee." She took a single step forward and held out her hand. "It's wonderful to meet you." The calloused hand of Hank Lee met hers before the smaller and softer one of Julia. "Why don't we have a seat?" The couple nodded before remembering. "Of course." Hank said. They took their seats as Iris sat across from them. "I have to say, we were nervous to use you." Julia said, and Iris gave her a wide smile. "It's understandable.” They felt relieved at her words. "But we took so many chances with this house, and they've paid off. So we decided we wanted to take one with you." Iris nodded, excitement building in her chest.

"Well, I really think you'll like what we came up with." Iris turned towards the screen as Emily used her laptop to cast the live prints onto the large tv. Hank and Julia's jaws dropped. "Wha-how. It's beautiful.” Julia gasped. "It's just what we imagined! How did you know?” Iris grinned at them. “You told me what you wanted. I just wrote it all down and I got an image in my head. I described it to Emily and she drew the blueprints. You talked about the house being in the middle of the woods and how you loved natural light so I wanted there to be plenty of windows.” Iris explained and Julia nodded. “You also have a semi open floor plan. So your kitchen is split from the living room, but you only have a divider, not a whole wall.” Iris told them and went over the rest of the floor plans. “We absolutely love it.” Julia said and Iris smiled at them. “I’m glad you do. We strive to ensure that you get everything you want out of these plans.” Emily nodded. “So if you like them, we can go into my office and get some paperwork filled out.” Emily said, standing and Iris joined her. “We’d love to.” Hank said and turned to Iris. “Thank you for making our dreams a reality.” He said, shaking Iris’ hand one last time. “I’m grateful you gave me the opportunity to do it.” She replied and they smiled at her. “This paperwork won’t take long. Follow me.” Emily said, leading the Lee’s out of the conference room.

By the time Emily dropped Iris at home, she felt exhausted. She punched in the code to the door and walked in. She could hear Mandi in the kitchen so she made her way upstairs, opting to shower before she did anything else. She set her purse down and gathered some comfy clothes to take into the bathroom. As she stepped out of her room she heard footsteps. “Iris?” Mandi spoke, standing at the top of the stairs. “Yes?” Iris asked. “Um, I made dinner.” She said and Iris raised a brow in her direction. “Okay.” She said and Mandi sighed. “Can we talk at dinner?” She asked and Iris stilled for a moment before nodding. “Sure.” She said before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Mandi standing alone in the hallway. After her shower Iris towel dried her hair before slipping into some pajamas and making her way downstairs.

“Smells good.” She said as she slowly approached the kitchen. Mandi nodded, smiling at Iris as she pulled the pasta off the stove. “It’s your favorite.” Iris gave her a small smile, feeling very odd at their current situation. “Creamy Italian Sausage Pasta?” She asked and Mandi nodded. “Yeah, why don’t you go sit down. I’ve already put some wine on the table.” Iris nodded and made her way to the table. Once she sat down she slowly reached for the wine bottle, the cold glass meeting her hand as she wrapped her fingers around the neck of the bottle. She pulled her glass close, touching the bottle to the glass and turning it up. “Stop.” Mandi said and Iris smiled, stopping. “Did you let me pour your kind of glass or my kind of glass?” She asked. “Your kind. It’s practically full.” She said and Iris chuckled. Soon Mandi put food on their plates and they started eating. “I want to apologize.” Mandi interrupted and Iris stopped eating, a little surprised by Mandi’s words. “Thank you.” Iris said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. “It was very selfish and very wrong of me to do what I did, and to react the way I did as well.” She said and Iris sat there quietly, unsure of what to say. “You left me stranded, Mandi.” Iris said when she found her words. Mandi nodded, acknowledging her words. “I know, and Iris, you have no idea how bad I feel.” Mandi said and she saw Iris fold into herself. Mandi saw Iris do this many times in college and she knew she was losing Iris’ trust. “Let me make it up to you.” Mandi said catching Iris’ attention. “How?” Iris asked. “Jake, the guy I left with is having a barbecue tomorrow and he invited me.” She said and Iris sighed. “Invited you not me.” Iris specified. She didn’t want to be the person who crashed the party. She was not explicitly invited so she wouldn’t go. “Oh come on Iris! It’ll be fun and I’ll tell you what, I will text Jake right now and ask him.” Mandi said and Iris sighed. “As long as he says it’s okay.” Iris said, propping her chin on her fist. “You know how awkward it is when you aren’t invited.” Mandi thought back to college and all of the parties she crashed. But it was never awkward. Mandi grabbed her phone and text Jake quickly. She thought it would be a while before she heard from him but she was shocked when he texted her back immediately.

‘I thought you said she was annoying?’

Mandi pursed her lips. She did say that, didn’t she. Iris did get on her nerves when she needed her, but that wasn’t often. Mandi really was a bad friend last weekend and she needed to make it up to Iris.

‘She can be. But she’s been down for a few days and I think it would make her feel better.’

They made small talk through dinner until Jake texted back. “He said it’s okay.” Mandi said, smiling at Iris who still looked uncomfortable. “What time do I need to be ready tomorrow?” She asked. “He said to be there by one, so like twelve-thirty.” Iris nodded, getting up and grabbing her plate. “Oh, I got it.” Mandi said, standing and taking the plate. “I can help you clean up.” Iris tried to offer but Mandi shook her head. “No, I got it.” She said and took the plate from Iris’ hands. “Okay. I’m just gonna go upstairs and dry my hair.” Mandi nodded, turning for the kitchen. “Okay! Goodnight!” She said and Iris headed upstairs. Iris thought about Mandi’s invite. Usually Mandi just went to these things alone. She’s invited Iris to these things before and she’s gone but it’s been a few years since that happened. Now they do their own things now, not needing to be with each other all the time anymore. So it felt odd that Mandi wanted her to go. After Iris dried her hair, she called Emily. “Hey.” Emily said and Iris flopped on her bed. “Tell me if this is weird.” Iris said and Emily chuckled. “Ooh! I love this game!” Emily said. “Mandi invited me to a barbecue tomorrow, hosted by the guy she left with when she abandoned me at that bar.” Iris was startled by the noise that came from the other side of the phone. “No way.” Iris nodded. “What did you say?” She asked and Iris sighed, climbing under her covers. “I told her I'd go.” She said and could practically feel the disappointment from the other side of the phone. “Really?”

“Yeah, she texted him and everything and he said I could come.” Iris wanted to go, to give Mandi the chance to prove that Iris could trust her, but she also didn’t want to go, scared it would just be a repeat. “After last time I don’t know how I feel about you going out with her. I’m not your mom, and I can’t tell you what to do but please call me if you need me. I’d feel better knowing you would call me if something happened.” Emily said and Iris nodded. “I will.” She said. “I guess I’m gonna go to bed. The last few weeks have made me so exhausted, mentally and emotionally.” Iris said, rolling onto her back. “Okay, well keep me updated. I have your location so if you need me, I’ll come get you, okay?” Iris nodded. “Okay, goodnight Em.” With that they both hung up and Iris put her phone on the charger before laying on her back again. She faced the ceiling, nerves making her stomach roll. She would know nobody there besides Mandi, and if Mandi left her stranded again that was it. She would tell Mandi she’d have to find somewhere else to live. A part of Iris felt like she should’ve told Mandi that the first time, and maybe she should have, but she knew Mandi could be a good person. Mandi just had to prove it to her.

The next day, Iris made sure she was ready early. Denim shorts, a white tank top and a sage button down seemed good enough for a barbecue. It was simple and casual. Iris left her hair down, but made sure a clip was in her purse in case she got hot later. “Alexa, what time is it?” Iris asked and the device answered her. “The time is twelve oh five p.m.” She nodded, making sure she had her phone and everything before making her way downstairs to wait on Mandi. Mandi usually takes a while to get ready so Iris turned on the book she had been listening to to pass the time. Soon half an hour goes by of Iris sitting on the couch before Mandi finally makes her way downstairs. “Is that what you're wearing?” Mandi asked and Iris rolled her eyes before turning off her book and standing. “Is there a problem with what I’m wearing?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “No! It’s cute, just very casual.” Mandi said quickly. “Well what are you wearing?” Iris asked as she made her way towards the front door. “Oh, just a dress and some heels.” Typical Mandi. Always dressed to the nines wherever she goes.”Cute.” Iris said as Mandi grabbed her purse and followed after her. “Thanks.” With that they walked out the door and towards Mandi’s Infinity.

Things felt like they were normal in the car. Like they were back to being best friends and Iris enjoyed it. It gave her hope that things could go back to how they were. Iris didn’t want to lose Mandi as a best friend, but she couldn’t keep her as one if she couldn’t trust her with something as simple as taking her home from a place she dragged her too. Once they arrived Iris slid out of the car, walking towards the front of the car to wait on Mandi. “You feeling okay?” Mandi asked as she walked towards Iris, gently linking her arm with Iris’. “A little nervous, but I’m okay for the most part.” Iris told her and Mandi nodded. “It’ll be okay.” She said, gently squeezing Iris’ arm as they walked up to the front door. Mandi could see in through the glass door and she noticed everyone was out back so she rang the doorbell.

Within a few seconds, Jake’s head peeked out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw Mandi. He used a towel to wipe off his hands and walked towards the door. “Hey come on in.” He said as he pushed the glass door open. Mandi let Iris go in first before she followed. “Hi darlin’.” Jake said, leaning in and kissing Mandi’s cheek. “Hi Jake.” She said before turning to Iris. “Jake, this is my friend Iris. Iris, this is Jake.” Iris immediately stuck her hand out, allowing Jake to meet her in the middle. “It’s nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, observing the girl who still had her sunglasses on. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He responded. “Well I’m just finishing up some of the food, everyone else is outside. I'll introduce you.” He said, leading Mandi and Iris out the back door and onto the large deck. “Hey guys, most of you probably remember Mandi.” He said and she waved as everyone greeted her. “And this is her roommate, Iris.” He said and Iris gave a small wave as well. “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll be back.” With that, Jake turned around, kissing Mandi before he went back inside. “Hi guys.” Mandi said, walking with Iris over towards the long table where everyone else was. “Hey Mandi, good to see you're still around.” Coyote said as he pulled two chairs out. “Yeah, he can’t get rid of me that easily.” Mandi said. “So Iris, is it?” Coyote asked, catching the woman's attention. “Yeah and you are?” She asked, listening to his voice closely. “Javy, but everyone calls me Coyote.” He said and Iris held out her hand and he shook it. “Nice to meet you Coyote.”

Everyone at the table introduced themselves and Iris listened very closely to their voices, hoping she could keep from mixing them up. So far she has pinpointed three women minus Mandi and many, many men. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, want anything?” Mandi asked Iris and she faced Mandi. Normally she’d be opposed to Mandi drinking, but Iris wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Um yeah, anything with vodka.” Mandi smiled at her and nodded before getting up and going inside. “So Iris, what do you do?” The woman who introduced herself as Halo asked. “Oh I have an interior design business.” She said and Penny sat up. “Really?” Penny asked and Iris nodded, facing her. “I do.” She said. “I have been considering remodeling my house and I have some ideas but I’ve been needing some help.” Penny said and she nodded. “Sure, just get with me later and I’ll give you my card and we can schedule an appointment.” She said. She didn’t want to tell everyone just yet that she was blind. She found that letting people get to know her before she told them was the better way to go.

Rooster huffed as he pulled into Jake’s driveway. He had been here all of ten minutes before Jake asked him to go back out and get two bags of ice. Of course it was also a weekend where everyone else in southern California needed ice. Rooster hauled the two bags inside and glared at Jake as he walked into the kitchen. “I went to four different gas stations and three grocery stores for these bags of ice, so pay up.” He said as he set the bags in the two coolers Jake set out. Jake just laughed and pulled out his wallet, handing Rooster a twenty for the gas. “Thanks for getting them man, I really do appreciate it.” Rooster just nodded, stuffing the twenty into his own wallet. “Want me to put the beers in?” He asked and Jake nodded, "Do you mind?” Rooster shook his head and headed for the garage where he knew all the cases of beer were. “Oh, sorry!” A feminine voice said as he swung the door open and almost ran into her. Rooster stopped for a second and stared at the woman before it all clicked in his head. “Hey, you’re uh Mandi right?” He asked, stepping past her in the doorway. “Yeah, Rooster right?” He nodded. It was weird seeing her sober. But all he could think about was her roommate and how she just left her at the bar with no way home. “Yeah.” He muttered before turning away from her and grabbed the cases.

When he walked back into the house he caught a glimpse of everyone on the back deck, and he froze when he saw a familiar face. “Who’s the other drink for?” Jake asked Mandi. “Iris. She said anything with vodka and she loves a good vodka soda.” She said as she made her drink. Bradley heard Iris’ name and his heart sped up. “What the hell?” He muttered to himself. “I thought she didn’t drink?” Jake asked and Mandi shook her head. “She does occasionally. It’s not something she does often so it’s nice to see her letting loose a little.” Mandi said as she started on her own drink. “As long as she doesn’t start clinging to you because I have plans for you later.” Jake said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Rooster rolled his eyes at them before he looked back outside and saw Iris laughing at something Payback had said. “She won’t. She’ll relax, I’ll take her home and then I’ll come back.” Mandi said. “You could just get her an uber.” Jake said and Rooster scoffed to himself. “No. I left her stranded that night I went home with you, and this is me making it up to her.” She said and Jake sighed.

“Well why don’t we go upstairs for like five minutes-” Bradley had heard enough and cut Jake off. “I don’t want to hear any of that.” He said, making a disgusted face at them. “I’m going to put the beers in the cooler and then go outside with everyone else.” He said, immediately pulling the beers out and putting them into the cooler. Once he was done he turned for the door but stopped and turned back to Mandi. “Can I have that?” He asked and she furrowed her brows. “Um why?” She asked, picking up the drink and holding it close. “It’s okay, darlin’. Rooster’s cool.” He said and Mandi visibly relaxed. “Wait, Rooster…” Mandi thought to herself, closing her eyes before she opened them and looked at him. “That’s right. You brought Iris home that night I left the bar with Jake.” She said and Jake turned to him. “What?” He asked, thoroughly confused. “I did.” Rooster bit back the venom he wanted to spew at her and Mandi could tell. “Um yeah, she’ll appreciate you bringing it to her.” She said, handing him the drink. “Thanks.” He muttered, turning for the back door.

“Hangman is a great guy and he does like Mandi, he can just be real cock sure sometimes and he comes off as an asshole sometimes.” Phoenix said to Iris who nodded. Iris was asking about Jake because she wasn’t so sure about him. But Phoenix definitely made her feel better. Iris felt someone pull out the chair next to her and sit down. “One vodka soda extra lime for the lady.” Iris immediately recognized that voice. She could pinpoint it anywhere in a crowd because it was so distinct. She turned to face him, a large smile on her face. “Rooster.” She said and he smiled at her. “Hi I-oof.” He was caught off guard when she sat up, pulling him into a tight hug. He squeezed her back smelling her lavender and sage soap. “How’ve you been?” She asked, pulling away. ��Good. Kind of kicking myself for not getting your number.” He said and he was glad she couldn’t see him because a blush crept up his neck, almost matching the one on her own cheeks. “Well you can definitely have my number.” She said and Rooster smiled at her. “I’m sorry, am I missing something here?” Phoenix asked and Rooster nodded. “The night Mandi left with Jake, Rooster took me back to my place since Mandi was supposed to be my ride.” She said and Phoenix’s eyebrows shot up, looking at Rooster.

“Oh? And how did that go?” She asked. “Pretty good, he was sweet enough to wait till he heard me lock my door before walking away.” Iris said, her hand reaching out and resting on his arm and she grinned at him. Man, Rooster was so glad she couldn’t see what she was doing to him. “I didn’t think you heard that.” He admitted and Iris giggled at him. “Of course I heard it, and it was really sweet Rooster.” He’d been a mess the last three weeks, wondering how to get back in touch with her. He certainly didn’t want to show up at her house unannounced. “Um Rooster is my callsign in the navy. My name is actually Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw.” Iris laughed loudly as she slowly grabbed her drink from where he placed it in front of her. “Bradley Bradshaw? Did your parents want you to get picked on your whole life?” She asked before taking a sip and Rooster chuckled as he smiled. Oh yeah, he had to get her number.

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The New Girl In Town Pt. 4

Rafe Cameron x F! Reader

Summary: Rafe gets a surprise visit from someone special who invites him to come to spend time hunkered down for the hurricane; what happens when things don’t go as planned? What will Rafe do when he can’t seem to get to you?

To read any other parts of this series, click here:

The New Girl in Town - Masterlist

MDNI 18+

Warnings: Grief, drug use, swearing, the insinuation of sexual themes

a/n: this is mostly fluff and some more character development; I promise you there is a significant Rafe x Reader chapter coming up if you know you know :) Things are going to start getting mixed up. I hope you guys enjoy it; please feel free to comment or send any requests, etc.

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The evening went as planned on the account you had planned the event. Rafe wasn’t going to allow any mishaps simply for you. Other than Rafe and Ethan evil-eyeing each other the entire evening without speaking to each other. Jason stood between them, with Ally next to Ethan, and to Jason’s right was Kiara and Kayla; on the other side of them, Rafe stood handing out shirts to boys and girls with their parents. Rafe and Jason paid no mind to the kid, who was trying to pull the conversation and attention to him to no avail; he only attracted Sarah and Topper's attention. By the end of the evening, and when the clothes were almost all gone, Jason gathered what was left to bring back to the country club donations box. The group sounded small goodbyes and separated from each other to the cars they drove in.

Halfway to the jeep, Jason asks Rafe a weird question for someone you’ve barely known: “What is it about my sister, man?” Rafe's head perked up at this question, looking at him, wide eyes shaking his head. “I don’t know what you mean…” Jason looked down, flipping the keys around his fingers till he reached the car trunk. “I was trying so hard to tune Ethan out, but one thing he said while we worked out there that track it was that no matter where (F/N) went back home or around the world, guys chase her; they always want her affection and attention, they expect so much of my sister, and she expects nothing in return, same with girls; girls think so little or think so much of her I can’t imagine how she doesn’t feel like a butterfly behind a glass” he looks down into the box of jeans “My sister is worth so much more then what all these people want from her and the worst part is-“ Jason looks up at Rafe water welled eyes “I don’t know if she’ll ever stop chasing the wave Luca rides, with him she looked his way and never looked back.”

Rafe looks at Jason and doesn’t know what to say to this level of emotion, but he says the only thing he thinks will click; he hopes he doesn’t come off as an ingenue. “She’s still young; eventually, she’ll know. We all ride our waves of life, and I think she knows that more than you give her credit for.” Jason nods, the brightness seeping back into the boy across from him.

As they hop into the car and Jason starts to drive them back to the country club, he says to try and lighten the mood more, “So strike out at all?” Jason chuckles with a devilish smirk, shaking his head in triumph. “two snap chats added and the one Ally she already asked when I’ll be back again from college.” Rafe laughs, knowing he’s about to play the run around with two kooks.

Jason drops Rafe by his bike, and Rafe quickly heads back home for the first time. Rafe is exhausted from social interaction with others as well; on top of that, community service was not standardized practice for Rafe, so the nice guy act drained him. As soon as he enters his front door, Ward is rounding the corner at him, already jumping his case. “Where were you? I told you that we needed to place sandbags, and you need to set up generators; there is supposed to be a hurricane tomorrow evening.”

Rafe quickly satiates his father's anger by saying, “I was helping with the clothing drive at the country club; it’ll be done tomorrow morning.” Ward looked pleased but turned back towards the kitchen, saying nothing but, “Don’t forget Rafe, I'm serious, or we’ll be as good as none on power tomorrow.” He’s rolling his eyes behind his dad's back, heading up the stairs, and it slowly hits him

Rafe's heart dropped, remembering you asked him to surf with you tomorrow; indeed, you had to know that was happening; it’s been all over the local news. Most of the beach will be dead, but there will be people preparing for flooding near there; he makes it to his room and throws himself on his bed, thinking maybe you didn’t want actually to hang out, and you were just the giving the type of person your brother described you as. It was just for pity, he thought to himself, a conversation filler.

Rafe removes all those thoughts from his head and hops in the shower, washing his body and hair quickly before jumping out and drying off, throwing on some pajama pants, and hopping into bed. Rafe turned on some alarms and laid down and closed his eyes, ready to sleep, and he heard a ping on his phone; he groaned and leaned over to grab it, opening his eyes to see you had messaged him

F/N🌊💕: You said Tannyhill anytime, right?

Rafe's eyes went wide, wondering and trying to formulate any reason you would be texting him this at nearly 11:45 pm the night before you; one was supposed to be sick, two were supposed to hang out later, and three had not formally had a sit-down conversation, but Rafe doesn’t think twice sending you his location and replying

Rafe: Anytime Angel

You immediately responded with a picture of the front of Tannyhill, which makes Rafe sit up in his bed pin straight, and jump out of bed like the sheets were on fire; he threw on a shirt and bounded down the stairs, not caring if anyone woke up he threw open the front door and there you were just like the first time he saw you except albeit a little paler

You waved at him and started walking towards stopping just at the edge of the front patio stairs quietly and shyly, saying, “Hello, Rafe, this is quite a magnificent house you have here.” He chuckles at you, thinking it’s so admirable not only the words you choose but that you are as shy as you are around when he feels like he’s known you forever. He leans in the door frame, looking down at you like he was looking out at the stars earlier that night in the car window. “ It’s alright, it’s home for now.”

This comment makes you look down, twisting your shoe in the dirt and looking at your hand clasped before you. Rafe doesn’t talk; he stands and watches; you almost seem to run a marathon of thoughts through your head before you finally say, “ So I’m technically supposed to be on best rest; they think I have the flu, but I'm not sure” You’re still looking down at your feet “So I realized last minute my idea is shit and I mean there is the storm and my family we do these things we’re like—-“ she cuts herself off again huffing in annoyance.

Rafe chuckles and takes a step closer on the porch, not close enough to touch her but enough that he can make out every single little mark and crease on your face when your face frowns; he smiles and says, “Did you come up with a better idea, angel, because I said tell me where and I’ll be there.” it seems like this sentence gave you confidence “come to my house tomorrow my family does what we call a storm watch and id love to have dad will take you home and pick up no trouble or you can hang with josh, either way, I want you there if you want to be?”

You immediately look at your feet again. Rafe grins from ear to ear, saying, “Sound good,” and your head shoots up. “Um, great, so come over tomorrow around three; let me know if you need Dad to come get you.” With that, Rafe watches as you scurry halfway back to your car before he sees your back turn and your bright, smiling face bounding towards him.

Once you finally make it to where you stood, just a moment before you hurry up the steps right in front of Rafe, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug, he slowly wraps his arms around your petite frame, scared that he touches you too hard right now, you may dissolve into dust. You nuzzle your head into his shoulder, almost whispering, “Thank you for being there this time, Rafe. I needed it.” Rafe smiles down at you in his arms, shaking his head. “You never need to thank me (F/N); you call me there.” You smile, nestling yourself further into Rafe; he wraps his arms tighter around you.

Finally, after what felt like only a sliver of a moment for Rafe, you pulled away and reached up on your tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on the apple of his cheek, immediately making Rafe's neck burn red hot. You smiled shyly, which this time made Rafe shake. Knowing you, of all people, the girl the whole island knew in less than a week as the bubbly Cali girl who is highly wanted by many, not just Kooks, but you have people back home who won’t let you go, and you are nervous around Rafe; the town no good, heartbreaking, psycho, and you’re shy. Are you scared of him? Have you heard around town what people say?

All of these thoughts were wiped from Rafe's mind when you looked up at him with the same wide eyes and bright look he saw on your face the day at Toppers' house when you moved in; you looked at him like he was a giant wave on the coastline coming in and you’re ready for the colliding of the two trying to decide; will you ride the wave or will it wipe you out and drag you down throwing you back and forth while you try and claw back to the surface.

You clear your throat and say, “See you tomorrow, Reef. Sleep well.” Rafe chuckles at the nickname you’ve called him twice; he hates to admit it’s clever, and he thinks he likes it when you say but only cause it fits you; he says, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Watching as you jog back over to your Blue Jeep when Rafe squints his eyes slightly past the glow from lights in Tannyhill, he sees a figure sitting in the passenger taking a few steps on the porch, watching you as you climb in and the person points at Rafe you close the door quickly and put your hands up like you’re approaching a wounded animal. The person seems to calm by whatever you say to them, and the face turns back to Rafe, and he can see the curls and scowl that he memorized the other night.

Ethan is sitting in the front seat, face turned to him, but he traces your figure with your hand on his cheek, similar to how your mom reacted to Rafe at the country club. The boy in the car looks back at you, shaking his head and smiling, turning his face to try and kiss your palm. Still, you quickly remove it and ruffle his hair, saying something to make him smile at you, then you turn on the car and look up, and that’s when Rafe waves not at him but only at you; you smile and wave quickly and reverse out of the drive of Tannyhill making your way towards town instead of back to your house.

Rafe stands a moment, thinking of following you; what he knows about Ethan is unnerving, but he knows the kid is leaving soon, so he wants to hope that if something is wrong, Jason will tell him, or maybe you would. You’re also stronger now than back then; with that, he turns back into the house with your Jeep nowhere in his view.

On Rafe's way up the stairs, he heard Ward yell, “Be more mindful of people sleeping; you woke up Rose with all the running on the stairs.” This makes the boy roll his eyes and close his door, throwing himself back in bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about you and your adventures and the mystery that seems to be you.

Rafe didn’t sleep any that night; he stayed up trying to see if maybe your brother or you would message him, and he didn’t receive anything until 8 o’clock the following day, and it was from you.

(F/N)🌊💕: Don’t Forget Today! 3 pm; let me know if you need a ride; it’s pretty windy already, and we’ll be storm prepping at The Hut and Wreck! Let me know

Rafe 🪸: Yeah, that’s fine. I wouldn’t mind riding with your dad; keep my bike out of the water. I’ll see you at three; I have to storm prep here; see you soon, angel ❤️

Rafe lays his phone down with alarms set for two just in case, closing his eyes and finally sleeping for the first time in nearly a whole day, knowing that you’re okay and things are set for today.

By two o’clock that day, Rafe was waking up from the alarm he set to get ready; this had him yanking himself from bed and dragging himself to the shower. He turns on the shower, lets the water get hot, and gets in washing his body to wake himself up, enabling the water to run down his chest and back; he stands there for about 15 to 25 minutes till the water starts losing heat. He turns off the shower, throws a towel around himself, and heads to his closet; as soon as he’s finished putting on a pair of sweatpants and a softer t-shirt, he heads to his room, grabbing his other essentials when he hears someone clear their throat behind them.

Sarah stands leaning on the door, a devilish smirk on her face, staring back at Rafe, eyebrow raised in question. “First thing I want to say is you’re pathetic. The only reason you were oh-so-helpful last night is cause you want that girl. What happened to the, and I quote it, playing a dumb philanthropist act, which leads to the second thing I want to say is, you know she’s too good for you, right?” This makes Rafe so annoyed. Sarah constantly demeans Rafe; he walks over, saying, “Shut the fuck up, Sarah, at least I don’t play nice when I’m not; people know how I am; that is no secret, but who are you really behind the surface Sarah.” he says pointing to her and slightly nudging her out of his door frame as he grabs the handle “And for your information I went yesterday for her, and I know she’s too good for me, but maybe I’m exactly what she needs.” That being said, Rafe closes the door on Sarah’s face, locks the door, finishes fixing his hair, and prepares to leave.

Suddenly, his phone is buzzing, and it’s another Unknown number; he assumes it is your dad; he quickly answers, saying, “Rafe Cameron speaking?” he hears your dads chuckling through the phone. “I’m in front of your giant white house, as my daughter described it.”

Rafe looks out the window and sees your dad's happy face sticking out the side of the car. Rafe runs down the stairs and out the front door of Tannyhill, running to the side of a gorgeously renovated 1965 Chevy Impala; your dad was stepping out of the driver's side. “Rafe, hello, nice to see you again, my boy,” he pats Rafe on the back while shaking his hand. Rafe replies with a smile. “Always good to see you, sir, and this is a beautiful car you have here.” pointing to the car behind them, your dad started to smile from ear to ear.

Charlie runs his hand on the hood and looks at Rafe. “This was the car that we kept at Lenny’s house; that was Luca's dad; his parents moved here after everything Lenny, me, and all the boys renovated; this beauty was meant to be for the boys to share; it'll be Jason’s one day” your dad looks longingly at the car “I’m sorry sir I didn’t mean—“ your dad puts his hand up “no it’s all happy memories my boy, here” your dad tosses the keys in the air which Rafe catches like a crystalline glass that was about to shatter they key landing gently in his palm “you drive,” your dad says with a smirk.

Rafe's eyes go wide immediately, looking back and forth between your dad and the keys. “a-are you sure, sir?” your dad laughs a deep, hardy laugh, shaking his head, saying once again, “Rafe call me Charlie and of course my boy you were the first one to show my sweet, sweet girl the kindness here so this is the kindness I will show you to enjoy the drive, and I will sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Before Rafe can say anything else, your dad walks around and climbs into the passenger seat with his arm out the window, ready for the ride, just like he said.

Rafe scurries around to the other side and hops in the driver's seat, gently turning on the car and starting to reverse down the drive. Once on the road, Rafe was going exactly the speed limit using his blinkers, trying to drive as safely as possible. All of sudden, your dad mock yawns and says, “C’mon Rafe, where’s all this fire I hear about? You seem a prolonged driver here.” he bumps him in the shoulder with a smile that makes Rafe smile back cause he can tell he’s trying to get him to let loose he chuckles a little and says “would you like me to drive as I would normally Charlie?” your dad looks forward relaxing back like he’s in a tanning chair “Whatever floats your goat there Rafe and maybe whatever will get us to the wife’s three-layer queso quicker” the man in the passenger seat looks up humming in delight thinking about his wife’s cooking.

Rafe laughs and proceeds to press the gas a little quicker and drive like he would just by himself; he thinks about how smooth the acceleration is and how the turns are quick and easy to take. Before he knows it, he sees Topper’s balconies and basketball hoop, and all of a sudden, he sees your blue two-story house with an indoor wrap-around porch. He pulls into the driveway and sees your Jeep; he parks behind it and turns the ignition off.

Rafe and your dad hop out, and your dad starts heading to the garage door, waving Rafe his way. “C’mom, the girls have been making snacks all day for annual storm watch, and let me tell you (F/N) makes some mean homemade granola bars; you’ll just have to see them and the queso, oh the queso always the queso,” your dad cries out at the end.

By this point, they're in the kitchen, Rafe trailing behind Charlie, heading straight to a crockpot. Rafe stops at the end of the island to see tons of snacks: dried fruit, a stack of, like your dad said, homemade granola bars that looked like they had nuts, tiny little chocolate chips, and what looked like some kettle chips and popcorn that were yet to be opened.

Your mom came around the corner almost to appear from thin air, scolding your dad, “Charlie, that is not for you. I'm dropping that off at the school tonight for families staying in shelter from the storms.” Charlie leans against the counter with a smile, eating out of the small bowl he made; your mom rolls her eyes with a smile, pointing at him. “No more.”

Her eyes scan the kitchen, catching a glimpse of Rafe. “Rafe, oh hello,” she rushes over, patting him like he was her child and checking if he had any afflictions with someone since the last time she saw him, finally resting her hand on his cheek, smiling at him, looking at him “We are so happy you came to spend time with us,” he smiles back before he can say anything your mom is turning and waking to the stairs calling up to you “(F/N) Rafes here” all of a sudden they all here scuffling from upstairs like someone was running.

Then, after a few moments of waiting and nothing happened, she called again, “Jason, (F/N) Rafes here.” There was no response, and then they heard the thumping and bumping of feet down the stairs, but multiple sets of footsteps down the stairs as faces emerged instead of bubbling with happiness; you looked wholly petrified. Still perfect, but scared like you’ve seen a ghost, following not far behind you is Jason with an ear to the phone, words scrambling to the person on the other side. “don’t worry, we’ll be there in no time. Try to keep her calm. “ he hands the phone back to you, and you start to hyperventilate slightly, which causes Rafe to take a step towards you; your mother puts her hand on his shoulder to stop him because your brothers are already there his hands rubbing your shoulders and consoling you, Rafe hears you say in a small voice, “Just let her know I love her, and I’ll be there soon.” you hand the phone back to your brother and look up at your dad

“Lenny just called,” you said in a small voice; they almost couldn’t hear you over waves starting to crash behind your house; they were getting more prominent as the storm grew. “Diannas at the pier. She won’t leave. She says she swears she saw them..in the waves. We have to take her home before the storm gets bigger. “

You’re looking down at your shoes, strolling towards the door, and looking back to where Rafe is standing in the kitchen. “I’m so sorry, Rafe, I have to go, “before he knew it, the look shattered his heart and made his bones cold like you were in danger of something; he frowned, watching your back. You jog out the door, and Jason trailed behind you quickly.

Andrea and Charlie stand dumbfounded momentarily in the kitchen, staring at Rafe, who looks angry at what happened. Before anybody can say anything, Rafe tells your parents, “I just forgot I have somewhere to be. I’ll see you guys later.” Your parents try to stop him, but he is out and over into Topper's house quicker than they can catch him; your mom stands watching him go in Topper's garage door before turning around and returning inside.

Rafe only stays at Toppers long enough to sit on his bed. At the same time, he plays some game on his PlayStation while Rafe sits and waits for an Uber back to Tannyhill; when he eventually arrives home, first he quickly runs upstairs and checks his dad isn’t home and grabs some of the little bit of cash left from the generators, he quickly grabs his bike and heads straight to Barry’s house to get a fix.

If anything can ruin his day, it is the fact that he always seems to have you right in front of him, and just like a bird set out for a migration flight, you were gone before anyone noticed you were there. It doesn’t matter what he does; he feels as though he can’t get close to you, and when he does, something else seems to come in the way, like when you’re trying to climb a tall rock wall, and you’re right at the top. The second you make it there, your arms give out because of how far you’ve come; he doesn’t want to give up and let his arms weigh him down. He wants you so bad that it nearly kills him.

Pulling up to Barry’s house, he bangs on the trailer door, hitting it hard. It shakes the door frame until Barry swings the door open, saying, “What the fuck, Country Clu—“Looking up, seeing rich boy Rafe with eyes red-rimmed, hair messy, and slightly wet from the drizzle that started. He looks him up and down, looking at how disheveled he looks, and says, “What do you need, bro?”

Rafe looks at him and grunts in a lowly voice that seems like he’s been screaming at a concert, gruff and almost gone. “Same as usual.” Barry leaves the door open and runs back, grabbing a baggie with a few grams and taking it back. “Here it’s going to be—“ Rafe puts the cash in his hand, taking the baggie, not listening to anything, heading straight home.

When Rafe got home, he spent the rest of the night listening to music and getting nigh watching as the storm raged on until he got a message from Emma, a girl he was hooking up with in the fall, who said she was at her friend Ambers who happened to live next to Tannyhill and asked if he wanted her to hang out a bit he typed sure and in less then an hour Rafe laid with a girl halfway on top of him kissing his next. At the same time, he stares at the ceiling, thinking about how wrong today went to what he planned.

By the following day, Emma was gone as Rafe asked her to be when he woke up; it was the arrangement: they sleep with him, and they leave before he’s awake; when he checked his phone, he saw a message from you that made him forget anything that happened yesterday.

(F/N)🌊💕: I am sorry I ran out on you; Mom said she wanted to ask you to stay for dinner, and when we returned with Dianna and Lenny, they said you had to go. I hope I didn’t disappoint you and also, Sarah invited me to the Kegger at the boneyard tonight. Hopefully, I’ll see you there?!

As he sat and thought, he decided it would be best to play the chase with you; if he can’t get a chance to be near you, maybe he can get you to seek him out on your own like the other night.

Rafe 🪸: Wish I could, angel. I have things I need to do tonight. I’ll see you soon, I promise 😉

Guilt slowly starts to bubble within Rafe; he should have never hooked up with Emma; you could hear about it, but at this point, he has to play the complex game; he needs you to notice him and want him. All of these thoughts die down when he receives a message with a picture of you smiling from ear to ear, holding your hand up in the shaka hand gesture, and Jason standing behind the same bright smile as you, doing the same thing with a message saying

(F/N)🌊💕: Good, the (L/N) family is holding you to it. Be safe, and see you soon, Reef 🪸🫡❤️

Rafe smiles at the picture in front of him, looking at how happy you look and just yearning to feel your joy and encase himself in the brightness you seem to emit.

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