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baldbaby69 Β· 3 months ago
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𝘐𝘡𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘡 𝘳π˜ͺ𝘨𝘩𝘡
α΅‡α΅ƒα΅α΅˜α΅α΅’ Λ£ Κ³α΅‰α΅ƒα΅ˆα΅‰Κ³
Summary: After being kidnapped bakugo finds comfort within your presence until he can’t anymore.
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ᴹᡃʸᡇᡉ α΄΅
α΄Έα΅’Λ’α΅— ᡐʸ ᡐⁱⁿᡈ. He was scared, petrified even. He didn't know if it would be possible to recover. He was traumatised and it scared him how bad this was effecting him and his ability to reach number one. If he could get scared this easily was he really worthy of becoming a Pro hero?
α΄Ία΅’ ᡒⁿᡉ βΏα΅’α΅—β±αΆœα΅‰α΅ˆ. Everyone had their eyes on him and he hated it. He was suppose to be strong. He had a reputation but he felt himself shrink under each gaze he fell under because everyone noticed the fear that surrounded him except you.
α΄΅α΅—'Λ’ ᡍᡉᡗᡗⁱⁿᡍ α΅’Λ‘α΅ˆ. Its been over months and he felt like he couldn't face the world. To him everything was falling apart. He felt like everyone was against him except you.
ᴬˑˑ ᡃˑᡒⁿᡉ. So he spent the majority of his time at in his dorm room and the weekend at home. Even his own mother began to worry about the boy and it was unusual for her to do so. She tried to talk to him but he never responded to the small talk she would start when she brought his laundry to him. He would just shrug and get back to reading but he felt different when it was you. ('αΆœα΅ƒα΅˜Λ’α΅‰ α΄΅'ᡐ Λ’α΅’ ᡒᡛᡉʳ ᡇᡉⁱⁿ' ˑᡒⁿᡉˑʸ)
ᴹᡃʸ ʰᡃᡛᡉ Λ‘α΅’Λ’α΅— ⁱᡗ. Was he being dramatic? It wasn't his intention to so why did he feel the need to act like this. Like some sad little extra who lost a fight. He wasn't some extra, he was Katsuki Bakugo. The king explosion Murder. He didn't need the pity or have to time to be sad. He had a goal to reach and he would turn to you when he felt like it was getting further from his reach.α΄΅ ʰᡃᡛᡉ Λ‘α΅’Λ’α΅— ⁱᡗ
α΄Ία΅’ ᡒⁿᡉ α΅—Κ³β±α΅‰α΅ˆ α΅€α΅’ Κ³α΅‰α΅ƒα΅ˆ ᡐʸ ᡉʸᡉ˒. Were things ever going to get back to normal? Or did he just have to blow up everyone till they lost their sight. Until he wasn’t the hot topic anymore. All they would do was whisper amongst each other while he walked down the halls. Or go easy on him while he sparred complaing about how they didn't want to hurt him. Suddenly he was a brittle piece of glass, even a push of wind would blow him away but he felt you would be there to catch him.
α΄Ία΅’ ᡒⁿᡉ α΅‡α΅˜α΅— ΚΈα΅’α΅˜. But not you. Never you. Even before he was kidnapped you would always ask him to teach you some moves and help you with studying and skills. Like he was a role model that you looked up to. That hasn't changed. Now whenever he walked into class his eyes would land on yours first and watched as your face turn from a bored expression to the biggest smile he had ever seen plastered on your face. Even bigger than before. Almost like, you were grateful he was here.
ᡂⁱ˒ʰ ⁱᡗ ʷᡉʳᡉⁿ'α΅— α΅—Κ³α΅˜οΏ½οΏ½. He didn't like the attention he got but when it was you. He hated it. He hated having you seeing him in this state. He wanted to hide somewhere you would never find him but you always did. But something about the way you looked at him was different. When he would make eye contact with your gaze, he wish he could drown in them. It was like it was a safe space for him. Just for him and he hated it just as much as he hated you.
ᴹᡃʸᡇᡉ α΄΅. So he cancelled your Sunday study sessions and went home for the weekend. Did you care? nope. Your knuckles bruised against his family home door as you'd wait to be let in by his mom who would always welcome you with a warm hug. She would lead you to his room and close the door behind her as she left you two to stay in the silence Bakugo was already drowning in. Some days you would sit in his chair and do your study sessions without speaking at all and other days you would lay on his bed and talk about anything that came across your mind. You never realised because you were so deep into speaking your thoughts out loud that he was actually watching you with his back against his head board. He would pretend to be nose deep into the book he was reading but in reality he was knees deep into the flower filled garden your voice led him to. Made him feel like as long as you were there nothing could go wrong. (α΄΅'ᡈ α΅β±βΏα΅ˆα΅ƒ ˑⁱᡏᡉ ⁱᡗ ⁱᢠ ΚΈα΅’α΅˜'ᡈ αΆœα΅ƒΛ‘Λ‘ ᡐᡉ)
α΄΅α΅—'Λ’ ⁿᡒᡗ ʳⁱᡍʰᡗ. Until he felt like an addict. On the Sundays you wouldn't come and he felt worried. Did you get bored of him? Did your payment stop coming in to babysit him? Did you find someone else to manipulate with your stupid smile. On Sundays when you would come over the two of you would catch the last train back to U.A after having dinner with his family. But not for the past few weeks. He started from waiting in his room with the door slightly open for the little knocks you would throw and his mothers outbursts of excitement to have you over to waiting in the living room closer to the door to hear your little steps walk up to his house. To stop waiting at all. ('αΆœα΅ƒα΅˜Λ’α΅‰ α΄΅'ᡐ Λ’α΅’ ᡒᡛᡉʳ ᡇᡉⁱⁿᡍ ˑᡒⁿᡉˑʸ)
ᴹᡃᡏᡉ ΚΈα΅’α΅˜ ᡐⁱⁿᡉ. He had half the mind to take you back to his home and keep you in his room forever. It made him feel very weird. He never understood why he felt like this. In school you acted fine. Ate lunch with him and his friends while laughing obnoxiously loud that would make every head turn towards your table. Maybe thats what made him tolerate you. Your need to not give a care in the world to what was happening around you. He never realised when the feeling of being around you made him feel safe started. Maybe it was when your face was the first one he saw after being trapped for hours. You busted through those doors without any trouble and knocked down whatever came between your mission to save him. He always knew about your ambition to become a pro hero. To you being a hero didn't come with ranks. A hero is a hero. No matter how many villains you defeat or civilians you save. It was about the intention you stride with. To make the world a better place and make people feel safe. Thats just what you did to him. You made his world a better place and you made him feel safer with every moment you spent by his side.
ᡀᡃᡏᡉ α΅’α΅˜Κ³ ᡗⁱᡐᡉ. He felt the distance that was coming between you with every second that passed. You sat beside him in class and every morning would bite his ear off with random words that came out your mouth to form sentences. He would never make sense of them though because he was busy watching you wave your hands around as you talked so passionately or watching your facial expressions as your judgement face would gossip about those around you. But everything stopped. He would walk into class and you would even look up from that stupid phone in your hand. Once he sat down beside you, you would whisper a sweet good morning without even making eye contact. He never replied but he needed to see your eyes. Have your eyes looking at him and making him feel safe. So one morning when you were busy, eyes glued to the device in your hand. He managed to grunt a quick hello before you. He watched your head flick up and whip around to watch him put his bag down and plop into his seat. Your smile made the apples on your cheek rise, head tilted you returned the phrase and went back onto your phone. He wanted to grab your chair and make you look at him directly and yell the top of his lungs about how you made him feel like an idiot but he chose not to. He chose to watch you scroll on your phone and occasionally aggressively type a few words. Your own hand came up and tucked a few strands behind your ear, something he always wanted to do. This gave him a clear view of your side profile. He noticed your bottom lips in between your teeth and how your brows would furrow when you got confused about something. This became a routine. Every morning he would come into class and greet you then lay his head on his hand and sit there staring at you until Aizawa came in. It was hard not to notice the hot head beside you boring into your soul but you chose to ignore it. Not wanting to cause anymore pain.
αΆœα΅’α΅α΅‰ ᡒⁿ, α΅ˆα΅’βΏ'α΅— ˑᡉᡃᡛᡉ ᡐᡉ ⁱᡗ αΆœα΅ƒβΏ'α΅— ᡇᡉ ᡗʰᡃᡗ ᡉᡃ˒ʸ, ᡇᡃᡇᡉ. To your surprise it was an emotion the two of you had in common. It was the first day that Bakugo had walked into class and noticed a huge circle of students around your desk. He stopped in his tracks. Only the worst coming to mind. He pushed past the crowd to see about a dozen of gift bags addressed to each student in the class. The students felt it was best to wait till a grown up came and explained what was going on. He sat in his own desk beside yours. His head turned to the bags and one caught his eye. It had his name written in that crazy font of your own handwriting. He would always get mad at you because he never could understand what you wrote. When Aizawa had entered the class with the principle he knew something had gone wrong. The class was told about you. How you just picked up and left without even looking at him properly for the last time. Apparently your parents thought it would be best to get you out of a dangerous place for your own safety. Bakugo scoffed. He could just imagine the fight you put up and the arguments you had to try and stay. He knew you.
α΄΅αΆ  ΚΈα΅’α΅˜ ᡇᡉˑⁱᡉᡛᡉ ᡐᡉ α΄΅ α΅α΅˜α΅‰Λ’Λ’ α΄΅'Λ‘Λ‘ ᡍᡉᡗ ᡒⁿ ᡃ ᡖˑᡃⁿᡉ αΆ Λ‘ΚΈ α΅—α΅’ ΚΈα΅’α΅˜Κ³ αΆœβ±α΅—ΚΈ α΅‰Λ£αΆœβ±α΅—α΅‰α΅ˆ α΅—α΅’ ˒ᡉᡉ ΚΈα΅’α΅˜Κ³ αΆ α΅ƒαΆœα΅‰.
He went home that evening. With the stupid gift bag you left for everyone. Couldn't even make him feel special. Made him feel like everyone else. He sat in his room and looked at the sparkling red bag in front of him. He sighed before he took it in his lap and looked inside. A note, how convenient, along with a box, hand cream and a hoodie that you had taken from him a while back. As he pulled the items out a smell came along with it, your smell. He opened the box and took out a polaroid picture you put into it. It was a picture of him sitting at his desk in the classroom and you behind him with a smile he hadn't seen for weeks. Your arms were laced around his shoulders and your chin resting on his head. Which led him to look at himself. His usual normal scowl and eyebrows joined together in annoyance. He remembered Kirishima taking this picture a few days prior to the incident. He remembered the days he felt like a king, like a leader of the pack and now he felt like someone who needed to be protected. He turned the polaroid around to see your cursive writing spelling out 'π’»π‘œπ“‡ π“‚π“Ž 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 πΈπ“π“…π“π‘œπ“ˆπ’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ π‘€π“Šπ“‡π’Ήπ‘’π“‡' He looked back into the box and pulled out a black beaded bracelet, something that looked hand made. It had a gold charm of a crown in between two beads. Hence the king. He found himself huffing out laughs at how idiotic you are, or were. He put the bracelet on his wrist and looked at it. It felt like your tiny hand wrapped around his wrists. He remembered how that felt when you would grab him and drag him to your next class or to the library to study. Was he ever going to be able to have those moments again? His eyes fell upon the note.
β€œI’m sorry. for not letting you guys know before hand but I’m leaving or left when you have read this but I just wanted to tell you guys that i’m so grateful for every moment we have spent together and will forever remember you guys. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for not letting you know about this sooner but I wouldn’t be able to leave if i had. Thank you guys for being my friends and I wish you the best.”
He hated you even more now. You had typed this for everyone. He felt stupid for thinking you had somehow made his one special until he turned the note around. It was your handwriting. He never thought he would feel this happy to see your hand writing.
β„‹β„―π“Ž π’·π’Άπ“€π“Šβ„Šβ„΄, ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ π“Žβ„΄π“Šπ“‡ π’Ήβ„΄π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π“Œβ„―π“π“, π“Œβ„―π“π“ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ ℐ 𝒽𝒢𝓋ℯ π’Άπ“ƒπ“Ž π’Ήβ„΄π“Šπ’·π“‰π“ˆ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“Žβ„΄π“Šπ“‡ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 π’·π“Šπ“‰ ℐ π’Ώπ“Šπ“ˆπ“‰ π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰β„―π’Ή 𝓉ℴ π“ˆπ’Άπ“Ž 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 ℐ'𝓁𝓁 π“‚π’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆ π“Žβ„΄π“Š. ℐ π“Œπ’Άπ“ˆ π“…π’Άπ’Έπ“€π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π“Šπ“… 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’»β„΄π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ή π“Žβ„΄π“Šπ“‡ 𝒽ℴℴ𝒹𝒾ℯ 𝒾𝓃 π“‚π“Ž π“Œπ’Άπ“‡π’Ήπ“‡β„΄π’·β„― 𝒢𝓃��� 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 π“Žβ„΄π“Š π’Έβ„΄π“‚π“…π“π’Άπ’Ύπ“ƒπ’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π’Άπ’·β„΄π“Šπ“‰ 𝒾𝓉 π’·β„―π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π“‚π’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š. π’΄β„΄π“Š π’Άπ“π“ˆβ„΄ 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒢𝒾𝓃ℯ𝒹 π’Άπ’·β„΄π“Šπ“‰ yβ„΄π“Šπ“‡ π’½π’Άπ“ƒπ’Ήπ“ˆ π’·β„―π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π“‡β„΄π“Šβ„Šπ’½ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇 π“‰β„―π“π“π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π“Žβ„΄π“Š 𝓉ℴ π“Šπ“ˆβ„― 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒢𝓂 ℐ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“Žβ„΄π“Š π“ˆπ“Šπ“‡π“…π“‡π’Ύπ“ˆπ’Ύπ“ƒβ„Šπ“π“Ž 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴℴ. π’œπ“π“‰π’½β„΄π“Šβ„Šπ’½ 𝒾𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ˆ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 β„Šπ’Ύπ“‡π“π“ˆ, ℐ π“‚π’Άπ“ƒπ’Άβ„Šβ„―π’Ή 𝓉ℴ β„Šβ„―π“‰ π“Žβ„΄π“Š ℴ𝓃ℯ π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ 𝒢 𝓂𝒢𝓃𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓇 π“ˆπ“‚β„―π“π“. ℋℴ𝓅ℯ π“Žβ„΄π“Š 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝒢𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ π“Žβ„΄π“Š 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 π“‚π“Ž 𝒷𝓇𝒢𝒸ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓉. ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ π’Έπ’½β„―β„―π“ˆπ“Ž ℴ𝓇 π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š. ℐ π“€π“ƒβ„΄π“Œ π“Žβ„΄π“Šπ“‡ π“…π“‡β„΄π’·π’Άπ’·π“π“Ž π’Έπ“‡π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Šπ’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š π“‡π’Ύβ„Šπ’½π“‰ π“ƒβ„΄π“Œ π’·π“Šπ“‰ π’Ώπ“Šπ“ˆπ“‰ π“€π“ƒβ„΄π“Œ ℐ π“Œβ„΄π“ƒ'𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 π’»β„΄π“‡β„Šβ„―π“‰ π“Žβ„΄π“Š. ℬℯ π“ˆπ’Άπ’»β„― π’¦π’Άπ“‰π“ˆπ“Šπ“€π’Ύ.
α΄΄α΅’Λ‘α΅ˆ ᡐᡉ, αΆœα΅’βΏΛ’α΅’Λ‘α΅‰ ᡐᡉ α΅ƒβΏα΅ˆ ᡗʰᡉⁿ α΄΅'Λ‘Λ‘ ˑᡉᡃᡛᡉ Κ·β±α΅—Κ°α΅’α΅˜α΅— ᡃ α΅—Κ³α΅ƒαΆœα΅‰. You really wanted to believe you were doing this for him but really you were doing it for yourself. You were selfish. You thought over stepping on Bakugos boundaries was going to help you over come the constant nightmares you were having. About him being kidnapped and having him being taken away from you. You knew Bakugo was always like how he is. You heard stories from Midoriya and Kirishima would love to make you laugh with his embarrassing ones but nothing had seem to really bother you. You knew you liked him but when he got kidnapped it gave you a reality check. Having him being taken away made you realise You wouldn’t be able to live without him if it continued like this. He would eventually break your heart. Forgetting about everything you saved him anyway because you would do anything for love. When he returned you knew that he would need space and time to heal but each second that you would give him that space you would feel like he was being taken away again. You lost sleep over this silly thing and you needed to do something. So you went to his house and forced yourself to be around him. Whether it was at his home or in class and especially in training. You would go extra hard on him. You wanted him to physically hurt you as much as it emotionally hurt you to even think about being away from him. You wanted him to physically push you away. You wanted him to scream at you to leave him alone because if he didn't, you'd still be attaching yourself to him like a lost puppy. Thats why when your parents brought up the idea to move to some place safer you agreed straight away. You couldn't deal with this anymore. You need to stop being so selfish and giving bakugo such a hard time. You were well aware of how capable he is to take care of himself. You stopped going to his house because you didn't want his mother to get used to you. You slowly distanced from all your friends and spent more time into looking into the new city you were moving to. It was at least 4 hours away and apart of you was relieved because the longer you'd stay here the more of your heart would start to shatter.
αΆœα΅’α΅α΅‰ ᡒⁿ, α΅ˆα΅’βΏ'α΅— ˑᡉᡃᡛᡉ ᡐᡉ ⁱᡗ αΆœα΅ƒβΏ'α΅— ᡇᡉ ᡗʰᡃᡗ ᡉᡃ˒ʸ, ᡇᡃᡇᡉ.
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inspiration by the song No one Noticed by the maria. i’ve been feeling the need to read more angst lately so here you go. should there be a part 2?
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memoirofasparklemuff1n Β· 5 days ago
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no one noticed- r.c. x reader
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part 2 of you noticed
summary: after leaving the car of your best friend while crying and then proceeding to ignore rafe for three weeks straight, he appears at the party where you're at.
warnings: angst, swearing because i’m just a girl, and reader has low self esteem. please, please take care of yourself if it’s a bit triggering <3
a.n: the way that i can finally use the marΓ­as as my inspiration πŸ™‚β€β†•οΈ and THE TITLE IS PERFECT?? life is great sometimes <3
hoy es un buen dΓ­a para ser puertorriqueΓ±a, pero estoy triste porque no tienen fechas para conciertos acΓ‘.
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three weeks
three weeks since you'd last seen rafe and ran to hide away in your house. he had blown up your phone until it shut off and you just kept avoiding him at all costs. he'd thrown rocks at your bedroom window, left notes in your car, in your mailbox, and even got sarah to check on you but you didn't budge.
it wasn't even because you didn't want to see him, quite the opposite really, he was all you thought about. you missed him terribly but you were scared. scared of rejection or the fact that you would have to explain your feelings that you still couldn't explain to yourself.
great. i fucked this up too.
and sarah, well, she wasn't too happy with you either. despite her differences with rafe, he was still her brother, so it was understandable for her to be angry at you. well, not really angry just, disappointed? you didn't even know at this point.
it wasn't like you were isolated from the world. on the contrary, you went to every party on the cut, the ones you knew rafe wouldn't think twice of going. you'd twisted sarah's arm to not tell him and she had agreed, begrudingly. primarily because she owed you a favor for that one time she told her dad she was staying with you, when in reality, she had snuck away to have a romantic getaway with john b.
you hadn't wanted to stoop this low, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
so, there you were playing beer pong with kiara against jj and pope, and because rafe's phone was blocked and your family was away on the mainland he'd have to assume you were gone as well.
for the first time in three weeks you felt lighter and more like yourself than ever.
well, jokes on you.
"wooooo," you high-fived kie when you beat the boys, jumping and throwing childish insults their way. their eyes widened at something behind you, but you didn't notice. you never fucking notice.
"so, who's brave enough to go up against the beer pong champions?" you said jokingly with a cocky expression. if there was one thing you were the best at, it was beer pong. except for him. after all, he'd taught you.
"i am." you froze at the voice behind you. a voice you knew far too well. life's a fucking bitch. she would lift you up, bite you in the ass, and throw you against the ground. all while laughing.
kiara was unaware of the situation, far too busy flirting with jj until pope elbowed her and jerked his head in your direction. and, of course, the moment you turn around, jj and pope start making bets.
rafe looked incredibly worn down. his hair was overgrown, with his bangs falling over his eyes, his polo shirt rumpled, and the cameron signet ring a bit too loose around his finger. his eyes searched your face and to anybody else you would've looked fine. but he still managed to see the hurt underneath the carefree persona you had on display.
no one noticed. no one tried to read my eyes. no one but you. wish it weren't true.
you hear jj and pope exchanging guesses over how things would go down. "man, $10 he beats her. i mean, c'mon, we've all seen him play," jj sounded weirdly confident but just when you were about to turn around, pope interrupted.
"dude, i think she's gonna beat him. she won against all of us, plus she's not exactly happy with rafe. also, the probability of her winning against him is significantly higher than his because she knows all of his moves. and she's had practice all night. he hasn't, so i think she's going to win."
"bro, i have no idea what you just said, but deal." jj agreed while kie scoffed at the interaction.
something clicked in your brain because they somehow knew too much of your rafe situation which made you realize that sarah had probably overshared. again. she was probably the one that told rafe where you were. sarah, when i catch you.
β€œso, what do you say?” you’d gotten distracted by the boys’ interaction, now bringing your attention back to him. you nodded because there was no way you’d back down.
you knew it was more than just a game. and you knew you would lose.
β€œc’mon, dude. hurry up,” jj whined. you glared at him and returned your gaze to rafe.
β€œfine,” you accepted with a sigh. β€œkie?”
but before she could answer, rafe interrupted. β€œi think it should just be you and me, kid. unless you’re scared.” his smirk was cruel but his eyes were hard to read.
you rolled your eyes because if there was one thing you hated was being called a coward. he knew that.
β€œc’mon, cameron. i don’t have all night,” you gestured towards the table, turning your back to him.
the crunch of gravel under his footsteps reached your ears until he stopped close enough for you to feel his breath down your neck.
β€œoh but you do.” he stepped back before you could react but your shiver did not go unnoticed.
β€œalright, everybody listen up!” jj lifted his red cup in a cheer. β€œthe two undefeated partners at beer pong against each other. who would’ve thought?”
the drunken crowd cheered as if it were some big time championship. ridiculous.
pope only added to the absurdity by taking his job way too seriously, β€œready?”
β€œyeah yeah. this ain’t the super bowl,” you announced with an eye roll.
you could feel rafe’s gaze burning a hole through your skull. kie stepped closer with a sympathetic smile, β€œyou don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. i know it seems stupid but i promise it’s not that deep.” you both knew it wasn't about the game.
i smiled back at her, β€œi know but i don’t think jj or pope would let me live it down if i didn't play.”
she laughed, β€œtrue. good luck.”
β€œthanks, babe.” you saw a blonde head out of the corner of your eye. sarah was standing with a confused but worried expression at the situation unfolding before her. john b walked behind her laughing but stopped when he saw my expression and rafe’s sour look.
he looked at you in question and you simply nodded. he frowned but didn’t say anything. you figured sarah had told him. you made a mental note to never again share a secret with her. although this one hadn't exactly been under your control.
β€œare we doing this or what?” jj complained.
β€œfor fucks sake, yes!” you and rafe exclaimed in unison. a situation that would’ve been funny in another life but not now.
”no need to yell at me, ok? leave the passion for the game,” causing you and rafe to scoff. it was weird how alike you were even when mad.
to jj’s urging, the game began. at first you got a couple of balls in the cups, but after a few missed shots on your part, your side started to get emptier. cup after cup you drank, the warm beer burning down your throat.
considering you’d eaten at least twelve hours before, the alcohol was quickly making your head fuzzy.
β€œY/N! i can’t let jj win, c’mon.” pope looked at you with an annoyed expression, while the other looked smug as he looked at rafe like he hung the moon.
β€œit’s just $10,” you threw back.
β€œit’s more than those $10, ok? my dignity is at stake here.” scoffing, you returned your focus on the game. makes two of us.
somehow your aim came through despite your lightheadedness, causing you to even out the odds.
β€œrafe, c’mon dude! pope won’t let me live this down,” jj yelled. rafe ignored him, focused on the final cup.
rafe threw the ball, hitting the corner of the final cup causing it to fall off to the side. it was your turn and possibly your final one, whether you won or not. he wouldn’t fail next time.
you closed an eye while aiming and once you were sure, you threw the ball. it hit the corner of rafe's final cup and somehow, somehow fell in. you’d won. you stared in shock for a moment before pope started hollering and lifted you off the ground. jj threw his cap to the ground in frustration before storming off to refill his cup.
after pope let you go, rafe came up to you.
he stood there for a moment before gesturing to the cars parked behind. you knew he would drag you there if necessary so might as well avoid the theatrics.
the short walk to his truck was silent and he got in without a word. you thought you’d talk there but maybe it was better to hide from prying eyes. walking towards the passenger side, you opened the door and climbed inside. it looked and smelled exactly the same. be so for real, it’s only been a few weeks.
he turned the engine on before peeling off the parking lot and away from the party. you could tell he was angry. the grip on the steering wheel had turned his knuckles white, his gaze straight ahead. you looked down at your hands posed over your lap as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
you were so focused on them that you hadn’t noticed that rafe had stopped the truck. the empty beach looked peaceful, the waves crashing softly against the rocks, the moon causing the sand to sparkle. it was your spot. the one you came to when you were sad and the one where you'd brought rafe a few times. how fitting.
he didn’t say anything and still refused to look at you. you took a deep breath because if you didn’t speak he’d explode and it would only make things worse.
β€œrafe?” his jaw clenched at the sound of your voice.
"what the fuck is your problem?" he was still looking ahead as if you weren't there. you opened your mouth but nothing came out so you just looked down at your hands in silence.
after another long pause, he finally spoke.
"do you have any idea of what i've gone through these past three weeks?" you took a deep breath and really looked at him. this time you couldn't turn away because the storm in his eyes made you not want to find out.
"rafe, i-"
"no, i'm talking now," he cut you off, along with a glare. you sighed and nodded.
"i have been reaching out to you all this time and you didn't even have the decency to even send me a text. you are a hypocrite. all those times you criticized me for not talking things out with my friends or my family and you have been acting ten times worse."
ouch.
"and that's not even the worst part. you didn't even tell me what was wrong. i had to go to my sister, who you know i don't get along with, just to figure out what the fuck was going on." you winced at his words but mainly at his tone. he'd never spoken to you that way. i deserve it, i guess.
"you ran out of my car crying without so much as a word and then radio silence. i called and called, went to your house and waited out front just to be ignored." your eyes began to fill with tears because if there was someone you never wanted to disappoint it was him. even more so when none of this was his fault.
"i was worried, ok? things with my dad haven't been very good, i missed my best friend, and when i most needed her, she wasn't there." his voice cut off with a choke and when you looked up again you could see his eyes shining with unshed tears.
that explained his disheveled appearance and was all it took for you to begin sobbing, "i'm sorry, rafe. i didn't mean for it to go this way."
"yeah, well you should've thought of that beforehand." he swallowed and turned his face away from yours as if the sight of you made him sick.
"rafe, i-" you took a deep breath. "i wanted to stay and i wanted to be there, but i was afraid and i should've told you."
he still didnt turn but muttered softly, "but you didn't."
"i was afraid that you didn't feel the same way." you held your breath with a wince and your hands became your center of attention once again.
"you didn't even give me a chance to explain," his words came out accusingly but without real bite.
"i already knew the answer," you whispered but you knew he heard. he would never love you the way you loved him. you were the sister sarah never was. never more. for a while you thought that would be enough but that day at the bonfire proved you wrong. if it was a simple girl at a party that drove you to throw up twice, what would a girlfriend do to you? yeah, that would entail a long hospital stay. talk about over dramatic.
"you know for someone that is supposedly very smart, you know nothing about the things that matter." you felt him shift in his seat, causing you to look up.
"what do you mean?" you didn't let yourself hope. hope was the root of disappointment.
he smiled and shook his head, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"it's so obvious that i love you." he said it so softly you were almost certain you were hallucinating. yeah, it was definitely the old beer back at the game.
he opened his eyes, taking in your shocked expression.
"don't run away on me again," he joked nervously.
"are you serious?" disbelief colored your words.
he tilted his head in exasperation, "would i be this wrecked over someone i didn't love? i thought you knew me better than that."
you hesitated before asking, "do you love me the way i love you?"
he sighed at your words.
"kid, c'mon. yes, i love youβ€”as a woman. not like a friend and most definitely, not like a sister." he leaned closer to level his gaze to yours and he noticed the way your breath grew shallow.
he slowly reached his hand over to touch your cheek with the back of his hand, the ring on his finger was cold against your skin. you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.
you felt his other hand tuck your hair behind your ear before he leaned over and kissed your tears away. your heart beat picked up its speed when he then kissed your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, which caused you to giggle.
"there she is," he murmured against your temple while slowly trailing his way down to the corner of your mouth. his left hand was resting on your neck, while his right hand tilted your head up.
he chuckled, "i can feel your pulse."
"shut up," you retorted, breathily.
yet before you could say anything else, his lips were against yours and suddenly the world disappeared. your lungs filled with air as if it was your first and last breath. your hands made their way up his chest until they were around his neck, before tangling your fingers in his hair. you felt him everywhere, one of his hands was also in your hair while the other pulled you closer by the waist.
unfortunately for you (is it though? hehehe), the center console was still in the way, the stick shift digging onto your sides causing rafe to groan in frustration. he pulled back and undid your seatbelt, lifting you up clumsily over the center until you were on his lap straddling him. he wasted no time in pulling you back against him by your waist and taking your arms to put them around his neck. you chuckled against his lips but he let out a sound that left you breathless.
"not funny," his voice was thick with longing. he closed the space between you until you were all but one. his lips were so soft, contrary to his tough exterior. his scent filled your senses, making your head spin. he pulled away only to keep kissing down your cheek, your neck before resting his head on your shoulder and held you impossibly tighter.
the cabin filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing before rafe spoke against your skin.
"i missed you so, so much. please, don't ever do that to me ever again." you stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.
"i love you, i'm sorry." you couldn't help but feel guilty but you decided you'd prove to him how sorry you really were.
actions spoke more than words.
"i love you, too" you felt him press his lips against curve of your neck, causing you to shiver.
and of course, he noticed.
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WOOOOOO
I DID IT GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i really hope y'all like this one. IM SORRY IF ITS BAD, BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT SO MAYBE NOT. i was kicking and giggling but also lowkey embarassed. how tf do some of you write smut is beyond me. thank you for your service
never in my life have i made myself feel so single bye. need this rafe fr. ESPECIALLY AFTER THE HAIM MUSIC VIDEO.
Y'ALL IM NOT OK, I WAS HYPERVENTILATING
IM EDITING AND I LEGIT JUST GOT LITERAL CHILLS
THE KISS SCENE IS ON REPEAT IN MY HEAD, WTF.
dreaming about it tonight, honestly.
god? it's me again. he's so done with me.
ALSO, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE FOR YOU NOTICED.
i honestly did not expect that and im so so grateful. thank you thank you thank you <3
i legit feel like i just one an oscar or something LOL.
anyway, i hope you all have a good day/ afternoon/ night.
i love you all so much and thank you again for reading my silly stories. i haven't been this excited about something in a long time. you all really make my days better <333
ok, im gonna stop cause if not im gonna start crying. and i need to save my tears for another fic. thank you very much, be safe my angels
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georgiasbrainstuff Β· 2 months ago
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Hmmm...
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uraesthete Β· 6 months ago
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caitlin elizabeth clark, I think you’re beautiful
@caitlinclarksarms @caitlinclarkismakingmeweak
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dabiconcordia Β· 1 month ago
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"Nobody notices what I do until I don't do it." β€” Anonymous
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gh0stdiary Β· 6 months ago
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Hold me, console me ✩𐬺
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βœ©π–¦Ή And then I’ll leave without a trace. ΰΌ„
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alyyxonn Β· 15 days ago
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whuh oh
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im-lastgirlonearth Β· 3 months ago
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Hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace
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sostephany Β· 5 months ago
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enlynstory Β· 3 months ago
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⟒ π’©π‘œ π’ͺ𝓃𝑒 π’©π‘œπ“‰π’Ύπ’Έπ‘’π’Ή
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Shipping: non-idol Yang Jungwon x reader
Synopsis: Yang Jungwon, a hopeful and kind young man, unexpectedly becomes the love interest of a girl who’s been struggling with rejecting people.
Warnings: self isolation, fear, betrayal, ex friendships. lmk if there are any more please and thank you :)
Wc: 605
It wasn’t unlike her to shut people out; in fact, it was something she did effortlessly. She wasn’t a people person. The mere idea of showing even a hint of care for someone especially when she felt no tendency to irritated her to her core.
She lived by a motto: "Better alone than surrounded by false connections." It was a belief forged from a painful past, one that had shaped her reluctance to let anyone in.
That was until she met him.
She met someone who shared kindness and cooperation, someone who didn’t care if she tried to push him away, someone who was willing to fight for her. She met Yang Jungwon.
The two had met in a college class. They were paired together for a three-week business project, and it wasn’t like she could turn him downβ€”it was the final project, so she had no choice but to work with him.
He had noticed her before, in class. He always thought she was pretty and seemed kind, but he never had the chance to talk to her.
When the partners were announced by the professor, he waited, hoping her name would be called.
β€œYang Jungwon and… Y/N.”
It was a relief to him when it was her, but what he hadn’t expected was that she barely spoke and seemed reserved when he approached her for the first time.
He noticed how she didn’t even look at him. She was silently staring down at the notebook on her desk.
β€œY/N, right?”
At the time, he frowned, finding himself thinking about that encounter more than once. It didn’t take long for him to realize she didn’t like people.
One afternoon, the two of them sat in a coffee shop when a family with two loud kids walked in.
β€œI hate people,” she said.
He laughed at how bluntly she said it, and for once, he saw her smile.
He began to notice how she looked whenever someone tried to talk to her after classβ€”how she seemed to disregard their presence. He saw the fear in her eyes when someone even walked by.
β€œI don’t like to intrude on people’s lives, but… why are you so afraid of getting to know someone?”
She was taken aback by his question. It was just another project session, the usual Mondays they spent together.
β€œMy past,” she said.
It wasn’t like him to pry, but this time he did. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
β€œMy best friend betrayed me after she grew tired of supporting me. She shared my personal struggles with others for attention.” She sighed loudly. β€œIt hurt more than any other pain I had felt before, so I decided to shut everyone out.”
If he had noticed that last project session would be their final one, he would have seen the sadness in her eyes.
She had grown accustomed to him, and it made her feel strange. The simple thought of being around him seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders. But in the end, she knew she had to let him go for her own sake.
The day after they submitted their project, she saw him walk into class. She immediately looked away, knowing their time together was over.
Of course, Jungwon noticed. He always did.
He saw how she immediately looked down at her notebook when he walked up to her.
β€œYou’re not trying to get rid of me now, are you?” he asked with a grin.
It was just like Yang Jungwon to notice, because unlike everyone else, he didn’t want to be the one she pushed away.
[AN]
This is my first story, yayyyy!!!! I’m not sure…how but this was a quick thirty minute write, so if you find any errors please feel free to correct them!! All the help is greatly appreciated!!🫢🏼🫢🏼
Thank you for readingπŸ’–
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No One Noticed....
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Synopsis: You've never seemed to make friends well. Sure, you had people you knew and were well acquainted with, but no one ever seemed to get closer to you or want to. You think that no one notices you and you'll continue the rest of your college years alone like all the years before. Except Ni-ki notices just about everything you do.
Pairing: Nishimura Riki x Fem! Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor (or attempts at), slight angst, smau + written parts
Warnings: consistent cursing, kms/kys jokes
Characters: Enhypen (all), Eunchae (lesserafim), Keeho, Soul, (P1Harmony)
Status: Ongoing (Start: 092124)
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Profiles!! | [Gooners] [Children + Keeho]
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ryoxmen Β· 27 days ago
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No one tried to read my mind,
no one but you. Wish it weren't true.
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Hold me, console me,
and then, I'll leave without a trace.
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t0riiiis Β· 1 month ago
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estas tan dentro de mi, te sigo pensando, te sigo esperando,y estas tan lejos de mi, te sigo pensando, me canso llorando.
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you didn't know that i cannot sleep about it
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No One Noticed.
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graciedollie Β· 1 month ago
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HOLD ME CONSOLE ME AND THEN ILL LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE COME ON DONT LEAVE ME IT CANT BE THAT EASY BABE
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THIS SONG HAS A FUCKIN HOLD ON ME GODDDDD
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