#sof talks music

[sofsversion]

fav lyric from easy for you to say???

ahhh that’s a hard one. i knew i would love that one before i heard it and i was right. i was tossing between the second verse and this:

A darkness that holds me

And loves when I bleed

It locks all the doors and then hides all the keys

Wish someone had told me what I couldn't see

A glimmer of hope that was staring at me

i’m not sure why but it speaks to me 🥲

give me a 5sos song and i’ll give you my favourite lyric

[straykats]

SYH IS ON SPOTIFY HUHHHHHHHHH AND I LOVE THE SONGSSSS have actually only listened to half of the first song

[scoupsakakitty]

Burning Jealousy | idol!Vernon x Reader | angst, fluff

The sound of the espresso machine filled the small café, blending harmoniously with the low chatter of customers and the clinking of ceramic cups. Y/N expertly poured steamed milk into a cup, creating a perfect heart-shaped latte art. Just as she placed it on the counter, Sofia leaned against the register with a mischievous grin.

"So, guess who’s coming to New York next week?" Sofia asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Y/N glanced at her, wiping her hands on her apron. "Seventeen?"

"Bingo!" Sofia beamed. "And you’re coming with me."

Y/N hesitated. She should’ve seen this coming. Of course, Sofia would want to see the group—her brother included—especially since she had a crush on one of the backup dancers, Joon. Y/N knew about her little infatuation; Sofia wouldn’t shut up about him.

"I don’t know…" Y/N trailed off.

Sofia pouted, reaching for Y/N’s arm. "Come on, you have to! Please? It’s been forever since we went on a trip together. And you love New York!"

Y/N sighed. Saying no to Sofia had always been impossible. Despite everything, she still adored her. Even though she was Vernon’s little sister, their friendship had remained strong, even after the breakup.

"Fine," Y/N relented, shaking her head with a small smile.

Sofia squealed, clapping her hands together. "Yes! You won’t regret it. And, uh… Vernon’s gonna be there too."

Y/N’s stomach twisted slightly, but she forced a neutral expression. "I figured."

Sofia hesitated before speaking again. "I just— I feel bad, you know? I introduced you two, and now you’re both sad, and I feel responsible."

Y/N softened. "It’s not your fault, Sof. We just… didn’t work out."

Sofia nodded, but she still looked guilty. "I still think you guys were perfect together."

Y/N chose not to respond.

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The city greeted them with its usual bustle—yellow taxis honking, the crisp scent of roasted nuts from street vendors, and the towering skyscrapers. Y/N took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar energy of the city she loved.

After checking into their separate hotel rooms, Sofia turned to Y/N. "Hey, I’m gonna meet up with Vernon for a bit. Then later, we’ll meet up with Joon and his friend, okay?"

Y/N blinked. "You’re meeting Vernon alone?"

"Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes."

Y/N just nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous than she expected.

Vernon walked beside Sofia, hands shoved in his pockets, as they strolled through a quiet part of the city. He had always been close with his sister, so he could tell she was up to something.

"Why’d you really want to meet up, Sof?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She grinned. "What, I can’t just want to see my favorite brother?"

"I’m your only brother."

"Exactly." She bumped his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that Y/N’s here too. And she’s coming to the concert."

Vernon stopped walking. "She is?"

Sofia nodded. "Yeah. She came with me."

His heart did an involuntary flip. "Why didn’t she come with you now?"

Sofia raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Vernon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was dumb."

Sofia gave him a look before asking, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

Vernon stared at her. He knew the answer, but saying it out loud felt too real.

"It doesn’t matter, does it?" he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Sofia sighed. "You should talk to her."

Vernon remained silent.

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The club was packed, music thrumming through the floor. Y/N laughed as she danced with Joon’s friend, feeling lighter than she had in months. Sofia was busy with Joon, their chemistry obvious. Drinks were flowing, and for once, Y/N allowed herself to just enjoy the moment.

Sofia posted stories throughout the night. One particular video captured Y/N twirling, laughing with the backup dancer. Harmless, really.

But when Vernon saw it, he saw red.

Vernon had spent the night pacing. He wasn’t the type to let jealousy consume him, but seeing Y/N like that—so carefree, with someone else—made something inside him snap.

By morning, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He marched down to the hotel reception, asking for Y/N’s room. When he found it, he knocked. Then knocked again. And again, until she finally groggily opened the door, hair messy from sleep.

"Vernon?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

He didn’t wait. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was last night?" he demanded, voice sharp.

Y/N frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You were all over him!" His tone was nearly a growl. "Seriously, Y/N? One year together, and you move on just like that? With my backup dancer, of all people?"

Y/N’s shock turned into anger. "Are you kidding me? Vernon, we broke up. You don’t get to tell me what I do anymore."

"I know, but—!" He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "It’s hard, okay? Seeing you with someone else. It drives me insane."

She folded her arms. "Oh, and I suppose all those dating rumors about you don’t count?"

"That’s different!"

"How?"

He hesitated. "Because it was never real. None of it. But you—you were dancing with him, laughing with him, letting him touch you!"

Her eyes widened. "Are you hearing yourself?"

His jaw clenched. "I can’t stand it, Y/N. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. You were mine."

She softened, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes. "Then why didn’t you fight for us?"

His voice cracked. "Because I thought it was what you wanted."

She sighed. "You’re an idiot."

And then, before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and hugged him. He exhaled shakily, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

"You smell like alcohol," he mumbled against her hair.

She laughed. "Yeah, we had a bit too much. I need a shower."

He smirked, watching as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. He collapsed onto her bed, waiting.

When she returned, fresh and warm, she slid onto the bed beside him. He immediately pulled her into his chest.

"You were so jealous," she teased.

"Not the first time. Just the first time I showed it." He scoffed. "I don't like this side of me, that's why I never show it. To be honest I get jealous pretty easily. I don't even like it when I catch other men looking at you. But I try my best to hide it." he said looking down at her.

She grinned. "I liked it."

Vernon muttered, "I couldn’t sleep all night. That stupid video—I couldn’t stop thinking about it."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I’m tired too, because you woke me up. Let’s sleep a little longer."

He pulled her into his arms. "I love you. And I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine."

She smiled sleepy, burying her face against his chest. "I love you too."

He smirked. "Tomorrow, at the concert—try to make me find you."

She grinned. "Blow me a kiss if you do."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’d find you anywhere."

[angelluv16]

Soft Launching??

Paring: Logan Sargeantx Singer!reader

Summary: You Started Sof Launching your relationship but no one even knew you had a bf.

faceclaim: Lexi Jayde

a/n: Sooo This is my first ever fanfic or whatever pls pls I'm not good at this pls like it or don't idk I'm trying something new.

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oliviajayde: A week in my life

tagged: lilyzneimer oscarpiastri mack01

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user1: your smile 🥺🥺

user2: NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

oscarpiastri: I look good

oliviajayde: I Still think Lily is better looking than you

user4: So is no one going to talk about the guy in the 3rd and 4th slide?????

user5: Since when did liv have a whole-ass boyfriend wtf

user6: logan??? what are you doing here

user7: okay but lily and oscar in the last photo is soo cutee

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ logansargeant has added to their story

[caption: giving you all the flowers]

replies:

user1: WHAT IS THIS LOGAN????

oliviajayde: you're so cute🥺

logansargeant: Only for you my love

oscarpiastri: gross

logansargeant: shut up u big baby acting like you don't do this with lily

user2: okay mr. american

user3: Since when wtf

user4: stopp this is so cute ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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logansargeant: my second favorite thing to wake up to nowadays

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user1: Since when did you get a dog??

alex_albon: YOU HAVE A DOG WHAT I NEED TO MEET THEM NOW

loganseargent: we just got her chill

user2: WE?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE!!

oliviajayde: Awww she's soo cute what's her name

logansargeant: Her name is Goldie My gf picked it out

oliviajayde: Your gf seems wonderful

user3: I'm still hooked on the Caption like what do you mean SECOND FAVORITE?????

user3: So basically he just confirmed he's dating someone and they got a whole-ass dog together wtf

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oliviajayde: Happy 2 years to my american. Love you lots my love

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logansargeant: Happy 2 years my love.

alex_albon: FINALLY IT'S OUT I'M FREE

oscarpiastri: Finally You guys decided to annouce it

(hope to make more if you want more let me know It's my first one so it's not good.)

[sashathegirl]

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[kaiyunsim]

call me —

pairing : friend!leehan x gn!reader

genre : comfort (no romance)

summary : one bad thing leads to another, which then leads to another. when the day feels like it’s at its worst, you decide to call leehan to lighten the load and he takes you to his special place.

a/n : sorry for being so ia, last part to the special is coming next week ! stay tuned for dangerous with taesan :>>

queueing : call me - boynextdoor, girl song - beabadoobee, second best, laufey, no one noticed - the marias, split - niki, japanese denim - daniel caesar

[19.99 masterlist]

— wc : 2.0k — not proof read —

some mornings just feel… off. you can’t explain why exactly, but from the second your alarm buzzes and your arm flops out to silence it, you feel the weight of something already sitting heavy on your chest. nothing’s happened yet, but it still feels like you’ve already lost the day before it even begins.

you roll out of bed slower than usual. the sun outside your window is a little too bright, and your blanket is a little too comfortable, and for a second, you consider skipping everything altogether.

but you don’t.

you still get up. you still go through the motions, brushing your teeth, throwing on a hoodie, staring at your reflection and telling yourself to just get through today.

you barely make it out the door on time. your phone buzzes with a reminder about the test in first period. the one you stayed up late studying for. the one you thought you were ready for.

you’re not.

it’s like the questions on the paper are in another language. your brain stutters, your chest tightens, and no matter how long you stare, the answers just don’t come. you scribble something down because leaving it blank feels worse, but you already know you failed before the bell rings.

and then it just keeps getting worse.

you forgot your homework for the next class. your teacher gives you a look that cuts right through you, disappointed, sharp, loud even in silence. your stomach churns. people around you whisper, laugh, talk like it’s a regular tuesday. for everyone else, it is.

by lunchtime, you don’t feel hungry. you poke at the sandwich in your tray but don’t eat. someone tries to joke with you, but your smile feels fake. your throat feels tight.

you keep thinking, it’s fine. it’s just a bad day. everyone has them.

but the words repeat in your head like a broken record. just a bad day. just a bad day. just a bad day.

you tell yourself you’ll shake it off. that it’s nothing serious. but your chest still feels heavy. your limbs still feel slow. and every little thing, every glance, every noise, every word that sounds even slightly wrong, feels like another scratch on your already bruised mood.

by the time the final bell rings, you’re so tired it’s hard to move. not sleepy tired, but the kind of tired that sinks into your bones. the kind that makes your feet drag across the floor as you leave the building. the kind that makes you wonder if maybe it’s not just a bad day.

you walk home in silence, earbuds in but no music playing. the world moves around you, fast and loud, but you feel like you’re underwater. like you’re watching everything from a distance. like maybe if you just disappeared right now, no one would notice.

you try not to think that way. you really do.

but when you get home, you sit on your bed, phone in your lap, staring at leehan’s name on your screen.

you stare at your phone screen like it might answer for you.

leehan’s name glows under your thumb, the contact photo slightly blurry but familiar. it makes your chest ache a little, the kind of ache that feels like maybe you’re about to cry, or maybe you already are and just haven’t noticed.

you know he told you to call. you know he meant it.

but still, you hesitate. you think.

maybe it’s stupid.

maybe you’re just being dramatic.

maybe he’s busy.

maybe he’ll think you’re—

your thumb taps the call button before your thoughts can finish.

your heart thumps. it rings once. twice.

“hey,” his voice answers, soft and immediate. no hesitation. no tiredness. just him.

your throat tightens. it takes a second to speak. “hi,” you manage, barely a whisper. there’s silence, just for a moment—but not the awkward kind. just a breath. “where are you?” he asks, gentle like he already knows something’s wrong but won’t push you to say it.

you give him your location in a voice that feels too small. he doesn’t ask questions. he just says, “stay there. i’ll be right there.”

and then he hangs up.

just like that. like it’s the simplest thing in the world. like dropping everything for you doesn’t even register as a burden.

you don’t know why that makes your eyes sting again, but it does.

you sit in silence. the room feels still, like it’s waiting too.

and then, just like he said, he’s there.

a soft knock. a familiar voice calling your name from the other side of the door.

when you open it, leehan’s eyes meet yours, and there’s no shock in his expression, just quiet understanding.

he takes one look at you, and he just knows.

no “what happened.”

no “why are you like this.”

just a quiet, “come on,” as he holds out his hand.

you don’t ask where you’re going. you don’t need to. he doesn’t explain, and you don’t push.

the air outside feels colder than before, or maybe you just didn’t notice it earlier. you follow him, your footsteps light beside his, hands stuffed in your hoodie pocket, heart still heavy but… a little less alone.

you glance at him once. his calm face, the way he hums softly under his breath like he does when he’s thinking. he doesn’t look at you, but he knows. you don’t say anything, but you feel him reaching for your comfort without even needing words.

he finally speaks, voice low and steady. “you ever been to th—” he starts, but then stops to keep it a surprise

you keep walking. the sky’s turning soft and dusky above, and your chest still hurts, but something warm settles in the space between your steps.

it’s not fixed. not yet.

but maybe, just maybe, it will be.

and for now, that’s enough.

the ride is quiet, but not awkward.

the kind of quiet that wraps around your shoulders like a blanket instead of a weight. the same feeling as the comfort from the blanket in your bed. the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words.

leehan’s car smells faintly like citrus and the air vents hum low, almost in rhythm with the soft lo-fi track playing from his phone. you’re tucked into the passenger seat, cheek resting against the cold window, fingers still curled into your sleeves.

you don’t say much. neither does he.

but his presence feels like gravity. grounding. steady. safe.

you don’t ask where you’re going again. you trust him.

when he finally parks, it’s in front of a building you’ve passed a hundred times but never really looked at before. the small local aquarium, tucked between a bookstore and a café, glowing faintly under the streetlight. the entrance is modest, almost sleepy, like it’s just waking up for the night shift.

“they stay open late on thursdays,” leehan says casually as he shuts the car door behind him. “almost nobody comes this late. lucky you.”

you glance at him, and he’s already walking toward the entrance, hands in his pockets, a familiar bounce in his step. you follow.

the second the doors slide open, the air changes. the sounds of the outside world melt into something softer. gentle water trickling, muffled footsteps, the occasional contrast of bubble pop echoing through dim halls. it’s cooler inside, and the lighting is low and bluish, like the whole place is submerged in calm.

your breath catches without meaning to.

leehan turns to look at you, smiling a little. “nice, right?”

you nod, still a little stunned. you’ve never been here at night. you’ve never realized how… peaceful it could be.

he doesn’t guide you too firmly. just gestures with his chin and starts walking toward the first tank. it’s filled with tiny silver fish that dart back and forth in perfect unison, glowing under the lights like swimming stars.

you watch them for a long moment. something inside your chest shifts.

“this one’s my favorite,” he says, moving to the next exhibit without waiting for a reply. you follow instinctively, drawn in by his calm.

it’s a tank filled with corydoras’ swimming peacefully. they move slowly, rhythmically, looking like they don’t have a care in the world.

you don’t even realize your shoulders are relaxing until leehan speaks again, quieter this time.

“they don’t have worries, you know. just kind of… float. survive. exist.”

you look at him.

“sometimes i wish i could be like that,” he says, eyes still on the fish. “not thinking too much. just drifting.”

you let out a quiet breath, half a laugh, half a sigh. “me too.”

he glances at you and smiles again, not saying anything else.

you keep moving together, exhibit by exhibit. he doesn’t rush you. doesn’t ask what happened. just points out little facts here and there, like how clownfish change gender or how octopuses have three hearts. his voice is soft, always steady, like it’s meant to soothe.

the more you walk, the less tight your chest feels. the more the swirling panic in your head slows to something manageable.

you find yourself standing still in front of the large ocean tunnel, surrounded by glass on all sides. stingrays glide above you like lazy shadows, and a shark coasts by, unbothered by the world.

you tilt your head up, eyes wide. the water moves with slow, beautiful certainty. everything here just… is.

and for the first time today, you let yourself breathe a little deeper.

leehan steps beside you, hands clasped behind his back.

“you don’t have to fix everything at once,” he says gently, like he’s reading your thoughts. “just breathe for now.”

you don’t say anything. your throat is thick again, but not in the same way as before. not from panic. not from pain.

just from the way those words settle so deeply in your chest, like they’ve been waiting for a place to land all day.

just breathe.

you inhale slowly.

the water ripples above you.

you exhale.

“i just…” you start, unsure where the sentence is going. “i feel like i’m messing everything up lately. like i’m trying so hard, and it’s still not enough.”

leehan doesn’t look surprised. he doesn’t try to dismiss it or tell you you’re wrong.

instead, he nods slowly, still watching the water. “yeah. i’ve felt that way too.”

you blink, turning to him. “really?”

he laughs softly, barely more than a breath. “of course. like i’m trying to keep up with everyone else but i’m running with untied shoelaces.”

the image makes you huff out a laugh despite yourself.

“but then i come here,” he continues, “and i remember that i’m allowed to just… stop for a bit. doesn’t mean i’m giving up. it just means i’m human.”

you stare at him, a warmth blooming in your chest that’s got nothing to do with the room temperature.

you don’t realize your eyes are wet until he turns to look at you fully.

“hey,” he says softly, almost teasing. “no crying near the stingrays. they’ll get self-conscious.”

you let out a broken laugh, wiping at your cheek with your sleeve.

“sorry,” you mumble, but it comes with a smile now.

he nudges your shoulder lightly. “you don’t have to be.”

the two of you fall into silence again, but it’s lighter now. warmer. like the heaviness from earlier has been lifted, at least a little, and replaced with something gentler.

you stay until closing. no one rushes you out. the workers recognize leehan and wave with fond smiles as you leave.

outside, the air is colder, but you don’t shiver.

you glance over at him as you both head toward the car.

“thanks,” you say, voice quiet but firm.

he doesn’t respond right away. just looks at you, soft eyes under the glow of the streetlight.

“anytime,” he says. “you don’t even have to say anything next time. just call me.”

and you think, yeah.

maybe next time, you will.

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tysm for reading :>

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[shipmanl0ver]

Hii could you write a Lottie x fem reader where they’re on the team and the reader opens up to them about they’re boyfriend being maybe abusive or manipulative to them and Lottie helps them platonically but maybe turns romantic tysm !

Safety

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Wow first request..uhh I hope this is okay!!

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Emotional manipulation and implied abuse (non-graphic), angst, emotional comfort, soft<3

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It started with a bruise. A small one on your wrist, nothing anyone else would notice. But Lottie did.

She always noticed things she wasn’t supposed to.

You were in the locker room, trying to change quickly after practice, keeping your sleeves tugged down a little too long, too deliberately. The bruise had been from last night, he’d grabbed you a little too hard when you said you didn’t want to go out. He said he was sorry. He always said he was sorry.

"Hey," Lottie’s voice cut gently through your thoughts. "You okay?"

Your eyes flicked to her. She was sitting across from you, tying her cleats slowly like she wasn’t really paying attention. But her eyes told a different story.

"Yeah," you said, too quickly. Too fake.

Lottie didn’t push. Not right away. She just nodded, went back to her laces, and said, “You played great today. Got past Tai twice.”

You smiled, grateful for the change of subject. But it didn’t last.

Later that week, when practice ran late and you were one of the last ones in the locker room, she waited for you outside.

“Want a ride home?”

You hesitated. Your boyfriend was supposed to pick you up, but he was late, again. You checked your phone. No text. No missed call.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Thanks.”

The car ride was quiet at first, but comfortable. Lottie didn’t fill the silence with forced chatter. She just drove, windows cracked, soft music playing low.

But then she asked, “Is he good to you?”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“Your boyfriend,” she said. “You don’t have to answer. Just… I’ve seen the way you shrink around him sometimes. Like you’re scared to say the wrong thing.”

You didn’t answer. The silence felt like a confession.

Lottie glanced at you briefly, then back at the road. “You don’t deserve that. You know that, right?”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You looked out the window, swallowing hard. “He wasn’t always like this.”

“I believe you.”

You looked over at her. She wasn’t judging you. There was no pity in her eyes, just understanding. Warmth. A steady sort of calm.

“I don’t even know if it’s… like, abusive,” you whispered. “Maybe I’m just dramatic. Maybe I just make him angry, and that’s-”

“It’s not your fault,” she cut in, firmly but gently. “Even if it’s not bruises. If he makes you feel small, scared, like you can’t breathe? That’s not love.”

Your voice cracked. “I feel crazy all the time.”

“You’re not crazy,” she said. “He just wants you to think you are.”

That night, you cried in her car. She didn’t try to fix it. She just stayed with you. Hand on your back. Warm and quiet and steady.

It became a habit, riding home with Lottie. Some days you didn’t talk about him at all. Other days, you told her more. How he isolated you from your friends. How he guilted you for being busy with the team. How he made you feel like you owed him everything.

Every time, she listened.

“I think about breaking up with him,” you admitted once. “But I’m scared.”

“That’s okay,” Lottie said. “You don’t have to be ready right now. I’ll be here, either way.”

Something in your chest cracked open. You didn’t realize how much you needed someone to say that. No pressure. No judgment. Just… someone staying.

The shift was slow. Barely noticeable. The way she started brushing your shoulder with hers when you sat on the bleachers together. The way she always made sure you had a ride before you even asked.

The way your heart jumped a little when she smiled.

One night, after a long, cold practice, she handed you her hoodie without a word. You pulled it on. It smelled like her, lavender and something softer, something you couldn’t name.

She glanced at you. “You look good in it.”

You laughed softly, surprised. “Are you flirting with me?”

She shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “Would it be okay if I was?”

Your breath caught. The idea felt dangerous. Not because of her, but because of how safe it felt.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I’m still figuring things out.”

“I get it,” she said. “I’m not asking for anything. Just… don’t think you have to be alone while you do.”

You reached for her hand without thinking. She laced her fingers with yours.

It felt like the first true thing in a long time.

You left him a week later. It was messy and scary and awful, but you did it. And when it was over, the first place you went was Lottie’s.

She didn’t say “I told you so.” She didn’t try to fix you. She just opened the door, pulled you into a hug, and whispered, “You’re safe now.”

And somehow, you believed her.

[storiesfromafan]

Mr Sandman - Benny Cross x Reader

A/N: another Benny Cross one-shot to go with, I guess, I am dubbing the music series? Or something as such, as I am using song lyric's before or in the one-shot haha.

Previous: Part One, Part Two

Friday, the end of the work week for you! The joy it brought you was relief, to know two days away from this lousy grocery store. And its shitty manager, who enjoys making shifts Hell. But it was Friday, his power ends after you bundy-off for the day!

Two hours and thirty-five minutes left, not that you were counting down. But you had past the clock as you walked from the back room, and brought out a box with different candy and gum to stock at the registers. While it wasn’t busy you thought you’d get a head on replenishment. And it would – hopefully – kill more time.

The stores radio was on a not so popular station, which played mostly 50s music, and you didn’t mind it. You quite enjoyed it really. Mr Sandman by The Chordettes had started playing. And, funny enough, you moved back to your register with smooth steps, almost gliding to the music. While humming along to the catchy tune. You smiled as you turned around, your dress swishing about.

“Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen

Give him two lips like roses and clover

Then tell him his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I’m so alone-“

You had been singing, your back to the store and any customers. Though the store had been dead when you went out the back. In that time a customer had entered, moving around. They had came in for one reason, and unfortunately, that reason wasn’t in sight. Until you had come out from the back. They had taken a moment to notice how focused you were on the music playing, how you seemed to glide back to the registers. And began to sing. They found it all so amusing, and adorable.

Your singing died – and you wish you could have died on the spot – when you turned around, coming face to face with Benny Cross. You jumped, hand flying over your chest in fright, and a touch of mortification. Your cheeks heating up, eyes wide. After the diner incident a few days ago, you had been mindful to avoid Benny. But it looks like he wasn’t avoiding you.

Slowly your senses came back, and with it your brain function. “C-can I h-help you?” you stuttered, wishing to kick yourself. And moving back behind your register, trying to put distance between you as you awaited his reply.

Benny suddenly questioned why he had come in. Sure, he had noticed you working and finally wanted to talk to you. But what for? It was as if his body had acted before his brain could come up with a plan. So here he stood, before you, unsure of how to answer you. How could you help him?

His baby blues darted from you and around the register, before landing on a pack of gum. Reaching out, he grabbed a packet and placed it on the counter. “Gum" was his response. Which he cursed himself for.

Really? All you could say was gum!? He mentally chastised himself.

Slowly you nodded, hand shakily picking up the packet and running it through for him. Softly you told him what he owed, and Benny pocketed his hand in his jeans in a hurry. Fishing out the money, he placed it in your open palm. For the briefest of moments the rough pads on his finger tips touched your skin. The feel caused a chill to run down your spine, before you finished the transaction by putting the money in the register.

Benny picked up the gum, neither of you speaking. His eyes watching you, as you tried to remain calm. Which was hard to do under your crushes gaze. This was his moment, so what was happening? It was like he was a teenager again, and had trouble talking to a girl.

Benny cleared his throat. “I wanted to apologise for the guys the other day" he babbled out. “They shouldn’t have said that...”

You blinked, taking in his words. “A-ah, it’s f-fine. No real harm done...”

He nodded. “Ah...what’s ya name?”

Your eyes widened at Benny’s question. “I-I'm (Y/N)...” you replied softly.

Benny slowly nodded, a small smile on his full lips. “That’s a pretty name, it suits ya...”

You blushed, yet remained quiet. How do you reply to that? And without sounding like an idiot? You can’t, not for you anyways. You both stood there, watching the other while remaining quiet. Benny was having trouble coming up with something else to say, wanting to keep this interaction going. But he was dying, no words coming to mind. And in that moment the silence was broken, but not by either of you.

“Mr Cross" came an all too familiar stern voice, you both turned and saw an older woman you knew all too well.

“Mrs Martin” Benny stiffly greeted.

The old woman was actually a former high school teacher, which you both had encountered years prior. The old gargoyle looked to you, her gaze soft, before her stern gaze was back on Benny. She was known to be a hard ass, unless you had been a good and hard working students. Which you had been. As you can guess, Benny hadn’t been such a student. And that meant many of the teachers looked down their noses at him.

She huffed. “I hope you aren’t bothering this nice young woman" her voice was sharp, and had almost a warning to it.

Benny stood up tall, head held high. “Of course not Mrs Martin, just makin' a purchase and small talk".

Mrs Martin nod firmly, “good. Then you can move on".

Benny sighed, not wanting to cause a scene. “Yeah” – he turned to you with a lopsided grin and a wink – “see ya around (Y/N)”.

Benny then headed out, you watched him walk across the road to his bike via the window in the front of the shop. You stared at him, getting on his bike and starting it up, until you heard Mrs Martin clear her voice. Turning back to the old woman, who was giving you a pointed look, her basket sitting on the counter awaiting you. So you began to ring up her items and bag them, before taking her money and returning her change and receipt.

She collected her bags and was about to leave, before pausing. She looked to you with a concerned look. “Look (Y/N), a man like Benny Cross isn’t right for you. You’re a good girl, who deserves a good man. You understand?”

You didn’t like how she assumed Benny wasn’t a good man. Sure, he was a Vandal and they are questionable. But part of you believed there was good in the young Vandal, and saw it first hand when he stuck up for you. Benny was good in his own way. Plus, there’s good and bad in everyone.

Not trusting your tongue, you just nodded to her. And she seemed pleased, taking her leave. Yet that small interaction with your old teacher left a bad taste in your mouth. In your fantasies Benny was sweet and kind, but in reality, he wasn’t as such. You’d heard the gossip of what he gets up too or has done.

Then you realised you had spoken to Benny. He had come in to your work and spoken to you. Your face felt hot from the blush that washed over your face. No doubt your face was bright red. Placing your hands on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile a little. Than that voice in the back of your head came forth, putting doubt in your mind. Maybe he was just apologising and that was it. No way he would be interested in you...

[ghostofwriting]

Kildare Split Part Three: Bleach

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Chapter 3: Bleach

Note: Hi! I love you all so much, thank you for reading and being absolutely wonderful. Here is Chapter Three, it covers the smau basically up until Rafe blocks Topper. Still no answers on that 💋

Warnings: none, not edited, angst, swearing, sadness, julio.

Word Count: 5,343

Synopsis: Everyone has noticed that there's been a shift in how Kildare Split acts around each other. Rafe and Y/N used to be so close, they were always pictured together, and always shared stories of each other and for the last few years, there has been nothing from them. A behind-the-scenes look at what went down between everyone's favourite band.

Chapter Three: Bleach

That didn’t go how he planned it. He hurt her inconceivable amounts and it’s not going to be easy to get her to forgive him. He needs to work for it, he knows that. Hearing her say that she meant nothing to him when she meant the world to him hurts more than he could have ever imagined. He’s so mad at himself for ever saying those same things to her. He doesn’t deserve her. He knows that too. He’s always been selfish when it comes to her though, he needs her back. He needs to figure out how to talk to her first. 

“Let me get this straight, you told her to listen to your album for what?”

“To understand what I’m feeling.”

“Rafe, the girl doesn’t need to understand what you’re feeling, she needs you to apologize to her.” His dad’s voice comes through the speaker. He was getting ready for bed when Ward called.

“The album is like an apology.” He tells his dad like it’s obvious. 

“Unless you have a song in that thing that says ‘Y/N I’m sorry,’ for 3 minutes straight, she’s not going to hear it as an apology. She’s going to take it as an excuse.”

“I’m just so ashamed, I don’t know how to approach it.” he stares at the phone screen, a picture of his dad and Wheezie stares back at him.

“I miss you, dad.”

“I miss you too, son. You’ll be home soon and we’ll go golfing, how about that?” Rafe smiles softly. 

His relationship with his dad hasn't always been this good. When he chose music over a ‘real’ career, his dad almost disowned him. Y/N had been the one to talk Ward out of it. Giving him a plan that if they didn’t make it in two years, she would drag him back by his ear and make him take over the company. They had to work their asses off but it happened, and Ward had accepted it. It had been a long road, they spent a lot of time not speaking to each other, communicating through Sarah. Ward hadn’t been to a single show before their first album was released. He remembers seeing Ward walk in next to Sarah and feeling his five-year-old self again, prepared to put on the best show for his dad to finally be proud of him. And he was, at the end of the night he hugged Rafe and told him everything he had ever wanted to hear from him. That he was proud of everything he had accomplished, that he was meant to perform, and that he loved him. 

And he owed it all to her. It always goes back to her. 

“That sounds great, Dad.”

“Have you talked to Sofia about this, you know girls, she might have some insight you don’t.”

“I don’t think Sofia’s up to giving me advice about Y/N.

“Rafe, this is only to get her back as your friend, correct? You and Sof are good?” Ward asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, of course. Sof and I are great.” Denial. Always in denial, Rafe Cameron.

“Okay well, I wish you luck with all of that. Get some rest. I’ll be out in a couple of weeks.”

“Bye Dad, love you,” Ward tells him he loves him too and hangs up. 

+++

Kiara of all people tells her to listen to his album. As if everyone else who’s telling her isn’t enough.

“Hold on, I thought I got you in the divorce?” Kie laughs at her joke. 

“You did, but I think you should listen to what he has to say.”

“Kie, he hasn’t even apologized in person, why should I?” She’s playing with the thread that’s hanging off of the comforter. 

“Because he’s always been better at explaining himself in song.” She says matter of factly.

“This is unbelievable.” Kie groans on the other side of the phone.

“Look, he’s a piece of shit and he was horrible to you. I know that, but god can he write.”

“I know he can. I work with him.” 

“Y/N.”

“Kie.” She mocks 

“Just listen.” She’s shaking her head and rolling her eyes, glad that Kie can’t see her. 

“Okay, whatever, I don't want to talk about this anymore. What happened between you and jayj?”

“Ha! Nope.” She whines, wanting to know the drama between her two friends.

Sarah walks in with Penny in her arms. They had gone for a walk, Y/N citing vocal rest to skip going out in the rain.

“Vocal rest but you’re talking on the phone?” Sarah calls her out.

“My baby!” Sarah drops the small dog on the hotel bed, Penny running into Y/N’s arms.

“Thanks, Sarah.” She pouts at her. 

“So what are we talking about?”

“Trying to get Y/N to listen to ‘Angel.’” Kie’s voice cuts through the speaker.

“Absolutely no use. She won’t.” Sarah says. She nods along agreeing with Sarah. 

It’s not that she can’t listen to the album. She doesn’t want to. Why should she care about whatever he said in the album when he can’t tell her directly? The last time they talked he didn’t say sorry, albeit she didn’t let him say sorry with her whole speech she had been internalizing for three years. Even still, if he had just opened with ‘sorry’ she might have been more inclined to listen to his stupid album. She already knew it was about her, what more could she possibly learn?

So why can’t she get the thought of listening to it out of her head? She’s alone now, her dog next to her, sleeping tucked between her pillow and her neck. Sarah went back to her room a few hours ago and Y/N’s been trying to go to sleep to no avail. 

So she plays the stupid album that she told Rafe to shove up his ass. 

By the end of the album, she’s angry again. It’s great. Of course, it is. It’s him and he’s amazingly talented. Everything he touches turns to gold and she despises him for it. The chord progressions the tempos, the synths. Everything is amazing. Even the stupid lyrics that she wishes she could hate. How dare he be so talented and make her hate him just a fraction less?

The lyrics bother her. ‘I bought a house to live in but you’re the home I’m missin'?’ His fault. ‘I watched the weeks fly by, I’m not myself when you’re not there.’ His fault. Again. ‘I’m not a sentimental guy, I need you in my life.’ Well Rafe Cameron, why do you think she’s not in your life? It’s like he’s trying to hide the fact that he completely obliterated her heart and is pretending that she just walked out on him.

Fuck you, Rafe. You don’t get to pretend.

+++

She hears Topper in the lobby of the hotel. He’s most likely the first one down here, waiting for the rest of them to wake up so they can take the car to the arena. 

She stands off to the side, their manager Ash, handing out their backstage badges. She sees Topper take two from Ash out of the corner of her eye. 

He extends the badge out to her for her to take and offers her a smile. 

“Thanks.” She tells him. 

“I know this is probably a long time coming and not the best place to have this conversation but I’m sorry.” She looks at him eyes wide, she tries to hide her shock, a small frown still visible on her face.

“Thanks.” She says again, not knowing how to respond to him. 

“I know I’ve been a shitty friend. I didn’t know how to act when everything went down. I knew about Sofia and I felt like I betrayed you. You were so hurt and I didn’t deserve your friendship. I let you isolate yourself and I’m sorry. I should have done better.”

She feels her eyes welling up. She won’t let herself cry. Not where anyone could see them.

“Yeah, you have been shitty.”

“Is it too late for you to forgive me?” She shakes her head, launching herself into his arms. Strangely it feels like coming home. She is finally hugging her best friend again. The guy who used to want to fight anyone who even looked at her wrong. 

“I missed you.” she breathes into his shoulder. 

“I missed you too, I’m sorry.” She lets go of him sniffling. She sees unshed tears in his eyes too. 

“It’s going to take some time for me to trust you, but I’ll work on it.”

“I will get on my knees, beg, and cry if you need me to.” She laughs

“I’ll let you know.”

As soon as the other two arrive, their badges are given to them and they all walk towards the car. She usually opts for sitting in the front ever since everything happened between them. She thinks that this time she can sit next to Topper. 

“Hey, Ash?” She calls for her manager's attention, “Mind if you sit in the front this time?” Ash looks at her surprised but nods her head anyway. 

“Of course, go.” She motions for Y/N to step into the car, Rafe and Barry look at her questioningly from the very back. She smiles at Topper and sits directly next to him, he offers her one of his airpods and she takes it. He’s listening to something she’s never heard and she doesn’t mind at all. For the first time in a long time, she doesn’t feel like the loneliest person in the car. 

Rafe burns holes into the backs of both their heads. What the fuck is going on?

+++

“So are you going down there for your anniversary?” He hears Sarah ask. She and Y/N are getting their lunch. 

“Ya, it works out perfectly with the tour ending just in time,” Y/N responds, 

“So are you expecting a ring?” His ears perk up at the question, willing everyone around him to shut up so he can hear her answer clearly. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” Y/N has a teasing tone to her voice and he feels like throwing up. He gets up from the table where he’s eating with Barry and Topper. His fork clanged against the plate as he stood up and stormed off. He can’t eat with the bile already rising in his throat. What’s wrong with him?

+++

He notices as Topper and Y/N fool around during their private soundcheck. They’re playing off each other, Y/N messing with his guitar as he sings into her microphone. He notices that it’s a little awkward but it’s better than it has been in years. He gives Barry another questioning look and Barry just shrugs. He makes a note to ask Topper what happened. 

“I can’t hear myself in my left ear, I just hear Barry’s excessive screeching,” Y/N speaks into her microphone at one of the sound techs. 

“Oh, I’m sorry we can’t all be professionally trained singers, princess.” Y/N scoffs. 

“You’re in a band Barry, maybe learn how to sing.”

“Why are you being such a bitch right now?”

“Hey!” Topper yells turning towards Barry, “cut that shit out.” Barry makes a face at Topper but drops it. 

“What the fuck is going on with you two?” Rafe asks, done with waiting to ask Topper after soundcheck. 

“Just have her back, man.”

“Since when?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“Since he apologized, maybe you should learn how to do that.” She purses her lips and instead of being annoyed, he can’t stop thinking about how cute she looks.

“I tried to apologize and all you did was yell at me for 10 minutes.”

“You didn’t try to apologize, Rafe! You tried to get me to listen to your album.”

“If you would have just heard me out.”

“What? I would know that you’re so apathetic it’s pathetic but you need me now? Or how about that you’re down on your hands and knees Beggin' me please, baby.”

“You listened.” He feels a sense of relief overtake him which is quickly washed away by her tone.

“Under duress.”

“What did you think?”

“I think it’s bold to sing songs about me when your girlfriend is ready to marry you.” He wants to deny that any of the songs are about her. It doesn’t work like that. Everyone knows. Instead of denying it or calling her conceited for thinking it’s about her, another question rises up and out of his mouth before he can stop it.

“Are you?”

“What?” She asks, confused. He wants to keep his mouth shut. Why does he need to know anything, why does he want to hurt his feelings so badly?

“Ready to marry him?” Oh, he’s so stupid.

“Yeah.” There is no hesitation in her answer and his heart breaks a little.

“Great.” He says shortly.

“Great.” She turns away from him and back to her microphone, talking to the tech until he gets the volume in her left ear right. He storms off the stage shoving his guitar into Topper’s chest, narrowly missing Topper’s guitar. 

+++

“What’s your problem?” They’re waiting to be called to the stage for their second soundcheck with the fans. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You have been insufferable all day, more than usual. I can usually ignore you, I’ve been doing it for a really long time but you’re all pouting and grumbling. What’s wrong with you?”

“How could you forgive Topper and not me?”

“I haven’t forgiven Topper, but he apologized for everything, it’s more than you have ever done.”

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out.

“Rafe. Stop.” She goes to walk away but he grabs her arm, stopping her. 

“What? You beg me to apologize and now you don’t want to hear it?”

“I didn’t want to beg you for it, I wanted you to apologize because it’s the right thing to do.”

“I know that I haven’t been a good friend to you. I’ve been so absent from our friendship. I let people get in the way of us and I self-sabotaged and pushed you away.”

“Rafe please.”

“I think that I pushed you away because I couldn’t be with you but I couldn’t be your friend.”

She holds her breath, waiting for what he says next. 

“I couldn’t be just your friend because I was in love with you.”

“And I’m stupid okay? I’m the biggest idiot in the entire world for saying the things that I said to you.” He pauses to gauge her reaction. She’s looking directly at him, her gaze not faltering.

“You were never just someone I fucked. You weren’t some girl or someone who didn’t mean anything to me. You are the girl, you mean everything to me. You always have. And I am sorry. I am so sorry that I ever said those things.”

“Why did you?”

“I was terrified. It’s an excuse I know. The way I treated you should have never happened but- I just- I was so scared to ruin our careers and take away what we had been working for since we were practically babies. The work that you put into the band and I was just being so careless with it, I could have ruined everything. I didn’t know how to deal with that and being in love with you and high all the time. I couldn’t do it.”

“You got clean right after.” 

“I knew that sabotaging us was the first step to me ruining everything else and I needed to make the sacrifice worth it so I got clean.”

“I’m a sacrifice. You sacrificed our friendship to keep the band but if you had just talked to me we could have decided together. We could have made something work.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” They hear the five-minute to curtain call announcement and Y/N sighs.

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” He asks her, hopeful.

“I don’t know. You hurt me more than anyone ever has.” She shrugs.

“fuck, b- Y/N I’m so sorry. You have to believe me.” She nods.

“I think I do. I need time. I need to get used to the idea of letting you back into my life before I do.”

“Okay, yeah. What can I do?” He feels hopeful for the first time since he started trying to get her to talk to him. 

“Just give me space for now. I’ll let you know.” She walks past him towards Topper. That’s a good start, he thinks. 

+++

“Baby!” She yells as she gets off stage, running into Julio’s arms. His flight had been delayed so she didn’t get to see him before the show. 

His arms wrap around her waist as he lifts her off the ground, spinning her around. 

“When did you get here?” She asks him, kissing his lips before he answers. 

“Just as you started the second song.” He pulls away to answer but buries his head in her neck, kissing her. 

“Thank you for coming. I missed you so much.” She tells him, still not letting go. 

“Always.” He pecks her lips again as the rest of the band comes up behind her. 

“Hey, guys.” Julio greets them the best he can with a Y/N-sized necklace still hanging off him. 

“Hey, man!” Topper taps him on the shoulder as he passes by him. Barry mumbles a ‘hey’ and Rafe just nods, his jaw tight. 

+++

Julio had only been here for one night and already he knew everything that Rafe had told Y/N, Which is how he found himself sitting alone with the man in the green room.

“Y/N told me what you told her last night.” He really doesn’t want to have to explain to Y/N why her boyfriend is on the floor bleeding but if he throws the first punch, Rafe is only defending himself. 

“Yeah?” He looks up from his phone and at Julio.

“Look, you hurt her. A lot. To the point where she thought she had no one because of you. She cried herself to sleep every day because of how alone she felt.” Rafe’s stomach churns at his words.

“I’m going to make it up to her.” He puts his phone down next to him. 

“And you better mean it. Don’t lead her on. Be honest with her. Do not hurt her again.” 

“I won’t.” He assures him.

“Good.” He thinks the conversation is over but Julio speaks up again.

“Rafe, I know how you feel about her. You need to back off. I love her. And she loves me. I will be here until she no longer wants me. Please don’t get in the way of that.”

“I’m engaged.”

“That doesn’t change the way you look at her. Your heart isn’t in it. Respect my relationship and I will respect you.” 

“You don’t have anything to worry about. I just want my friend back.” It’s not like she would take him back anyway. Even if he wanted to.

“Okay.” Cleo and Pope walk in to save him from the awkward silence. 

“I’m going to head out.” He picks up his phone and stands up from where he was sitting on the couch.

“Nice talking to you,” Julio calls.

“Yeah, you too.” He all but runs out of the room on a mission to find Sarah.

+++

Sarah Cameron is not one to spread rumours. She’s very much the type to wait for confirmation. She blames the circumstances and constant stress she’s under juggling her brother’s stupid feelings with Y/N’s and vice versa. 

There has been way too much talk about marriage, Sofia finally arrived and all she can talk about is wedding dresses and the caterer and the first dance and Sarah is exhausted. And of course, Rafe is panicking about things he really shouldn’t be worried about like ‘Oh is Y/N getting married? Sarah, she said that she was ready.’ and Y/N herself teased that she wanted the ring and she wouldn’t say no if Julio proposed. So what is Sarah supposed to think when she hears Y/N squeal from her dressing room as she screams “Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you.” Sarah is tired. 

She should have known there wasn’t an actual proposal when it happened in the dressing room of all places. She knows Julio, he’s a romantic guy, thinking back on it, there’s no way he would have proposed like that. Again, Sarah’s tired and she’s not thinking and she needs to tell someone and the first person she sees. Barry. Bad idea. 

“Julio just proposed to Y/N and she said yes.” The information spills out of her mouth, it takes Barry a moment to process what she said but once he gets it he’s laughing. 

“Shit. That’s going to kill him.” Fuck. Rafe. She hadn’t even thought of her brother’s reaction. She wants to be the one to tell him but he’s out with his trainer. She has to make sure no one tells him before she does. 

“Topper!” She runs down the hall towards him.

“What’s up, why are you like sweating?” She waves him off.

“When does Rafe get back?”

“An hour still.”

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Y/N just got engaged and I need to be the one to break the news to him.” 

“Holy shit. Good for her. Where is she?” Sarah shakes her head at him. 

“That’s not the point, I need you to find out where Rafe is training so I can find him.”

“He’s probably running laps outside or at a nearby park.”

“Do you have his location?” 

“No, security list.”

“Oh my god! I hate that you’re all famous sometimes.” She says through gritted teeth. 

“I need to find John B. Make sure Rafe doesn’t find out!” She says running off down the hall again. 

“Find out what?” Sofia’s voice comes from behind him. 

“Jesus, Sofia, be louder next time.”

“Sorry. What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing. Y/N just got engaged and Sarah doesn’t want anyone to know yet.’

“Fun! Congratulations to them, that’s so exciting!” He sees her pull out her phone and walk in the direction of the busses.

“See you, Top!”

“On the bus?” He asks her. 

“Yeah.” She gives him a toothy grin. 

Shit. Topper thinks. She’s going to tell Rafe. 

+++

Kyle had just made him run way too much. Keeping up his stamina was important to perform every night. This time though Kyle really wanted to kill him. 

“You hate me, man.” He says opening up his phone. Kyle laughs. 

“You did great.” He tells him as they start their walk back to the arena. 

He has a few notifications from Instagram from friends back home sending him reels and Wheezie tagging him in stories. He swipes out of Instagram and goes on to his Twitter quickly checking to see if the lineup for the show had started already, trying to see which way they took back to the arena without being seen. 

Something catches his eye as he scrolls past it, he scrolls back up trying to find the pink icon. 

‘@KSUpdates: 💍💍💍’ He reads through the other tweets wondering what that’s all about, were they promoting something he forgot about? He keeps scrolling until he sees someone say that Y/N’s engaged. He stops where he is, Kyle looking at him questioningly. 

“You okay?” His head is spinning, his heart is racing faster than when he was working out, and he feels like throwing up. No, he’s not okay. 

“I need to go.” He starts booking it to the arena, Kyle trailing behind him. 

He has three unanswered texts from Sarah, a call from Topper, and one from Kelce by the time he makes it back to the arena. He says bye to Kyle and rushes to the bathroom. He’s going to throw up, he feels lightheaded. 

He didn’t realize how not okay he was with losing her forever right until this moment. He couldn’t face it for the longest time. He loves Sofia. He does. She has been important to him, his growth, and his life, she’s been an amazing partner. But that’s all she’s been. A friend. Because he couldn’t give her his heart. Not when Y/N was out there already walking around with it. She had never given it back. She owned it, owned him. He knew that now. With every fibre in his being, he knew that he was still in love with her. And she was marrying someone else. He was losing her. 

His breathing feels laboured. He feels the room continue spinning, he slides down the bathroom wall trying to keep the panic attack at bay. How could he be so stupid? How could it take him so long to realize that he couldn’t live without her no matter how hard he tried? It would always be her. 

He hears his phone ringing again but ignores it. He needs to get his breathing under control before he can talk to anyone. They can’t know he’s losing it. 

He needs to do something. He needs to get his shit under control and talk to Y/N. He hasn’t had a panic attack in so long. He’s not used to dealing with it. He needs to find Barry first. 

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She’s in one of her moods again, every time Julio leaves she gets sad and it takes her a day or two to get back into the swing of things. It’s been a week since she had asked Rafe for space. She thinks that she’ll be able to work towards forgiving him or at least putting the past behind her. After talking to Cleo, Sarah, and Julio, they had all given her the same advice. Do what she believes is the best next step for her. 

She notices Sarah hovering over Rafe like a mother hen, checking in on him, asking him if he’s okay every two seconds. She doesn’t know what happened but Topper had told her he went missing for the entire day until their show. And she’s pretty sure he showed up high. She’s scared for him. He’s been clean for so long that getting into drugs again now could shock his system. He’s not her responsibility anymore but she cares if he lives or dies. 

That same day that Rafe went missing, everyone was congratulating her for being engaged. The updates account had hinted at her being engaged too, she doesn’t know where they got that information, she not only had to tweet, she had to tell the entire team that no, she was not engaged. 

It had been a stupid misunderstanding that Sarah had apologized for a significant amount. Cleo had asked Julio how he would propose so Julio had set the scene for her and gotten down on one knee and Y/N had played along. Stupid and dumb. 

She’s reading a contract for a new magazine shoot she’s doing when Rafe comes up to her. 

“Hey.” He seems anxious. He can’t seem to stand still and his hair’s a mess.

“Hi, you good?” She asks him. 

“No.” She gives him her full attention now. Wondering what he’s about to say to her. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m selfish.” She doesn’t like the tone he says it in. Like he knows he’s about to tell her something he shouldn’t.

“Whatever you’re about to say don’t.” She goes back to her contract, staring at it blankly.

“When I thought you were engaged-”

“Rafe. Enough.”

“I had never felt so heartbroken in my life.” She’s shaking her head at him, trying to get him to stop.

“And I thought, I have to stop this now. I have to do whatever I can to stop it before it goes too far and I have to ruin your wedding. Because I would. Because I’m selfish.” She doesn’t know what to say to that so she says the first thing that comes to mind.

“It’s too late.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” There’s desperation in his voice, his eyes glassy.

“You’re engaged!” She yells, getting up and in his face.

“No, I love you.”

“I love Julio.”

“I love you.”

“Stop!” She turns her back to him and tries to find her breath.

“None of that changes how I feel. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to figure myself out.” She feels him behind her, looming over her shoulder.

“Why are you telling me any of this?”

“I can’t lose you. And that’s what’s happening because I’m an idiot. But I can’t lose you and I’m going to fight for you.” She turns around to face him, taking a step back, creating distance between them.

“There’s no fighting for me. We’re done. We’ve been over for so long. For three years I only spoke to you on stage or in interviews! There’s no us.”

“Tell me you don’t love me.”

“Rafe.” Her voice is firm but he doesn’t care.

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go. I’ll leave you alone and you won’t ever have to see me again.”

“Not possible. The band.” She doesn’t know why she needs to make sure the band is safe in this moment, so much has happened between them to keep it alive, it can’t be at risk now.

“Outside of that then. Tell me.” She stays quiet, shaking her head once more.

“Please.” She snaps.

“I was in love with you for years! Since I was 13 years old you have lit up my goddamn world and when you finally gave me that chance, when you started looking at me like we could be something you ripped it all away. You hurt me so much and now? Now is when you want to come back and tell me everything I’ve been hoping for for years. Now when you’re getting married and I’m in a happy relationship?” She finishes, her chest heaving anger leaving her body in droves.

“You’re not in a happy relationship.”

“Rafe.” Her tone is warning him to not continue.

“Come on!  He doesn’t understand you the way I do! Doesn’t understand the life we live, and the sacrifices we have made to be where we are. He’s not good enough for you.”

“And you are?” 

“No.” She throws her hands up, “but, I understand you. I know who you are at your core, baby.” 

“Stop.” She’s sure she’s shooting daggers at him now.

“Why?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“No, why are you with him?” He’s close to her again, she can feel his breath hitting her face.

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because I love him!” Rafe’s face falls. She exhales. “I love him.”

“No, you don’t.” She stays quiet. 

“You can’t.” He backs up a little, his head shaking, eyes sad.

“Rafe,” she says softly, stepping closer to him. She reaches out but pulls her arm away quickly.

“It’s too late.” She repeats her words from earlier.

“But I love you.” She doesn’t want to hurt him but she knows she has to put an end to this.

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m so stupid. Oh my god, how did I ever let you go? I’m an idiot th-“ she cuts him off putting a hand on his arm.

“Hey hey, stop. It’s okay. We’ll get through this.”

“How?” Tears are threatening to spill over now. His eyes are red. She doesn’t know if it’s from holding back tears or from smoking.

“By being friends.” His blue eyes pierce into hers.

“I’ll try.”

“Okay.” There are a lot of things left unsaid between them. She hugs him for the first time in years and he puts his face in the crook of her neck. She feels him crying. His tears soaking her neck.

“I love you.” She does too. Not in the way that he wants. Not anymore.

“I know.”

[storywriter007]

(Part 2) Part 1 - Why Are You so Mean? - Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n walks in on rafe looking a little to intimate with his girl best friend

warnings: cursing, girl bestie, mention of drugs and drinking, toxic behavior

genre: angst

word count: 1k

-> outerbanks masterlist

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the party music blared across the beach house. to be frank, y/n wasn't big into the party scene. she loved parties: the ones where you danced until your feet gave out, the ones where you sang your heart out to a song by kesha, and the ones where it was all about smiles and singing. not these parties: where everyone judged one another, where everyone couldn't talk without slurring their words, where everyone needed a drink, and where people upstairs were snorting lines of cocaine.

y/n was out on the balcony, looking at the beach. a beach like this, and people still just wanted to snort coke in a beach house. lame, she thought. but she was here too.

she remembered when she first met her boyfriend; rafe cameron. it was karaoke night at a local beach party. y/n and her best friend were up and they were singing "22" by the one and only, taylor swift. it was just a fun song in a fun night with fun people. y/n recalled how her hair had gotten screwed up from all the dancing she did, how her make up had all been lost, and how she smelled of seawater and vanilla perfume. she'd heard all about rafe; how he was bad news. ironically, she was singing "you look like bad news, i gotta have you" right when she made eye-contact with the snarky blonde. he winked at her and she smiled back. after that song, they took a long walk across the beach, and soon after they talked a little more, they began dating. it'd been six months now.

snapping out of her daze, y/n decided to go upstairs and rejoin rafe. she'd left, wanting to get away from the strong smell of alcohol and cocaine that tainted the house. as she opened the door to the room she'd left a few minutes earlier, she felt a punch in her gut.

there was rafe, sitting on the couch. his arm was around another girl next to him. her brown hair draped over her shoulder as rafe used his other hand to toy with her locks. sofia. his best friend, of course. y/n hadn't liked her since the minute they'd met and she'd made some sly remarks.

"you're rafe's girlfriend?" she laughed in front of you. "rebound?" she mouthed.

bitch y/n thought, recalling the memory.

topper, kelce, rafe, and sofia laughed, like y/n wasn't even there.

"rafe? no lines today?" topper laughed.

"nah, sof's convinced me to get clean." he said.

i always tell you to get clean y/n thought.

"sorry for interrupting guys. i'm just going to be leaving now." y/n finally said. "by the way, you two make a really cute couple." she fake smiled, her entire dialogue painted with obvious sarcasm and anger.

"y/n-" rafe said, moving from sofia and make his way towards her.

"no i get it. that y/n girl is such a bitch, right? she's always on your ass about getting clean and other bullshit. i wouldn't want anything to do with her either." y/n continued.

"i didn't say that-"

sofia rolled her eyes.

"have fun gentlemen." y/n smiled. "and uh, whatever you are."

y/n walked out of the house, rafe calling after her.

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y/n stormed off to the beach. it looked beautiful in the dark. the waves crashing against the shore and the salty breeze. she took a seat on the cold sand.

she'd told rafe so many times to get clean; that it was bad for him and it was stupid. did he listen no? but leave it to sofia to say it, and he's all ears. she'd always wanted to watch dirty dancing with rafe, but did he every make the time for it? no. but did he watch the movie a week later with sofia. yes. she'd asked rafe to sing with her at karaoke night, did he? no. but as soon as y/n went to the bathroom and came back, he was singing "you belong with me" with sofia.

her train of thought was interrupted when she heard rafe calling. she blinked the tears away.

"y/n! what the hell, i've been looking all over for you!"

"you started looking for me when you couldn't occupy yourself with sofia anymore." y/n spat back. "you didn't give a single fuck about where i was. you never do, especially when sofia's there."

"that's not true-"

"karaoke night? dirty dancing? rafe, i've told you a thousand times to get clean, but you listen when sofia tells you!"

he sat down next to her and put his arm around her.

"i'm sorry sweetheart, we've just been friends-"

y/n pushed his arm off of her.

"you've been friends with her forever. i've heard the excuse a thousand fucking times."

she could see the annoyance in his eyes.

"what, you annoyed? would you be annoyed if i was sofia?"

he took a deep breath and looked at the sea. of course the mention of sofia bothered him.

"i don't remember you being this fucking annoying when we met."

"why are you so mean?" she asked, voice breaking.

"no, no, no, don't go crying now. you started this."

"you just called me 'fucking annoying.' of course i'm going to cry. and you did this by climbing all over another girl."

from a distance, y/n heard someone calling out for rafe. it was that bitch, it just had to be her. "rafe! c'mon, you're missing out. topper and kelce are so fucked up right now, it's hilarious!"

she waved to him, stopping about 20 feet away. he waved back. he looked at y/n as they both got up.

she knew he wanted to leave.

"you can go." y/n said. "but if you do so, we're over."

"what the fuck y/n! that isn't fair."

"i've got this sneaking feeling: that i'm worth half than whatever she is to you. and if you, you'll confirm what i feel like i already know." y/n spoke softly, turning to meet his blue eyes.

"whatever." he scoffed, getting up and reuniting with sofia.

he glared at y/n as he embraced sofia. y/n walked past them both, tears spilling from her eyes as soon as she'd passed them.

why was he so mean?

[misscherrys-world]

A/N: Hey it’s been a while since I wrote something. So here’s the deal, I had a dream. I lived in Stars Hallow and Jess Mariano asked me out on a date, we went to watch a movie, took a ride in his car, and ended up kissing. He was the sweetest boy ever..

So I’m going to write a fic about this dream bc I didn’t want it to end tbh. It’s going to be pure fluff

Jess Mariano x fem! Reader.

A/n: Jess and Reader are 18 years old, it happened after he broke up with rory, and he didn’t leave stars hallow. It was my dream so no buts. It is short but this was it. Enjoy!

It was a quiet summer night, miss Patty just finished her classes and closing up as I passed by, “hello miss Patty!” “Oh hello darling, have a good night sweetheart!” She said cheerfully “back to you miss Patty.” I said as cheerful as she. Well it’s not my natural self to be this friendly, but today is something special, Jess, Luke’s nephew, asked me out as he served me breakfast at the diner this morning. I know about his history with Rory, she’s a sweet girl, we attended the same school until she transferred to Chilton. But we weren’t close enough for me to reject the date. Like we knew each other me and Rory, talked occasionally but we weren’t friends.

So here I am on my way to Luke’s diner, now don’t get me wrong the boy must pick up the girl I know, but I was already hungry I needed at least some coffee.

As I walked in I caught Luke’s attention, “Y/n! Hey”, “Hey Luke, can I have some coffee to go please” as he poured me a cup of coffee, Jess was making his way down the stairs, I caught him by surprise and he looked cute tbh. “Am I late?” He looked at the diner’s clock then to his watch to see if his watch was accurate, “Oh no I came early to get some coffee.” I said with a chuckle “You could have just called and I would get you what you want while picking you up” he replied as he kissed my cheek and went our way to the movies.

“I am telling you, that movie sucked” after watching the worst movie in history I said to Jess as we make our way out to his car, “And the plot twist? Kirk’s dreams are way more interesting than this idiot who wrote this” Jess replied sarcastically as I laughed at his expression. “So y/n, what are we doing next then?” “I don’t know but I like this summer breeze, can we go on ride with no specific destination?” He started the car and pulled out the driveway “my favorite kind of date.” He said facing me with his sweet crooked smile.

After a while, I was really enjoying the ride, blasting our favorite music, it happened we shared the same music taste, singing along some songs, laughing and talking about everything that we know. As we drove by the lake he cracked a question “do you have a curfew at home?” “Yeah, 11 pm max” he nodded his head as he stopped by the lake near the trees “come on I want to show you something” as we stepped out of the car he took my hand and lead me to his favorite spot at the lake, the summer breeze was really good it was a very nice night.

We sat down by the lake as he told me this was the spot Luke threw him into the water and how it was his favorite memory with Luke. “You know, Luke and you are very similar” “there’s no way” I continued “you both are really stubborn, but have a soft heart, I think it goes within the Danes” he chuckled softly as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear so he can get a better look at my face, his eyes went sleepy and soft, never breaking the eye contact, he leaned over and stopped few centimeters from connecting our lips together, “I really like you, y/n” “I like you a lot too, Jess” as I closed my eyes I felt his soft lips pressing against my lips, his hands placed softly on my hips keeping me pressed against him with no pressure. He deepened the kiss and now one of his hands is on the back of my neck, titling his head a little to deepen the kiss even more. As soon as we went out of breath we broke the kiss.

I haven’t noticed my hands were missing his hair “you have really soft hair, Mariano” he smiled as he leaned again to kiss me but this time it was a quick soft kiss on my lips then my cheek and then my forehead and my eye, “let’s get you home before I get you in trouble”, “yeah let’s go”. It was already 10:50 pm and the ride to my home was at least 20 minutes ride, “I really had a good time, Jess” he looked at me and said “same time next week?” I said yes as he pulled over to my house driveway, he stepped out the car with me to say hi to my parents and apologized for making me late as it had passed my curfew, we wished each other a good night.

I have to say, it was the best date I’ve ever been to. I can’t wait till tomorrow to see him at breakfast again.

[sofsversion]

i'm back with another one. red line. you can ask me one back if you like?

red line!! underrated in my book. it has some iconic lines like “another vessel in a winter coat” which is so good every time, but:

On how to love if you lose yourself

Every hour tickin' by, I'm thinkin' 'bout you

I reminisce your memory, and what did I choose?

A sentimental comedy, the joke is on you

It's on me, too

idk but i feel like it makes you think about how we love the people around us, especially when we have nothing left to give. (clearly haven’t decided to analyse a single thing since the hsc)

give me a 5sos song and i’ll give you my favourite lyric

[eggluverz]

— BLIND DATES & HIDDEN FEELINGS

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader

WORD COUNT. 2,192

GENRE. blind date, in-universe setting

SUMMARY. march 7th sets you up on a blind date with gepard and dan heng finds himself feeling jealous when he sees the two of you together.

SOF’S NOTE. aka dan heng and reader are bad with feelings! lmaooo ;p i really enjoyed writing this ! caelus here def made me chuckle xD i hope you enjoy this fluffy and slightly chaotic fic <3

“Don’t ask questions, just thank me later.”

You blinked, confused and immediately on alert. “What did you do?”

March 7th grinned, “Something you’ll absolutely love.”

You were in the Astral Express lobby, sitting at one of the tables. Dan Heng was on the couch reading, close enough to hear your conversation.

“What, exactly, will I love?”

“I set up a blind date for you!” 

You perked up in interest, waiting for more information. A few weeks ago, you had told March 7th you wanted to go on a date, but your options were limited on the Express. The only person you did find yourself drawn to here in a more romantic way was Dan Heng, but you knew pursuing that would be unfruitful.

“With who?” you asked eagerly, tapping your feet on the floor.

She shook her finger at you. “If I tell you, then it wouldn’t be a blind date, now would it?”

Dan Heng cleared his throat and closed his book. “I would like to know who as well.”

“It’s not your blind date, why do you need to know?” said March 7th with her arms folded. “But since you guys want more information, he’s someone we met in Belobog!” 

A frown instantly spread on Dan Heng’s face. “It better not be Sampo.”

March 7th laughed. “Look at you being worried about Y/N’s date. You’re like an overprotective big brother.” 

He looked away from you, brows furrowing. 

You laughed at her teasing, but didn’t comment. “As long as he’s nice and handsome.” 

“Check and check,” promised March 7th. “I’ll tell you all the details soon— The date will be tomorrow.” 

“Time to go to Belobog!”

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“What are we doing here again?” 

Dan Heng looked at Caelus dressed in a fedora and fake mustache. Dan Heng had told his friend to stay hidden, but in no way did he said to wear a disguise. Be especially did not tell Caelus to wear a mustache. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ll visit Belobog anytime. There are so many trash cans I’ve missed the first time!” said Caelus. 

There had been a trash can outside the restaurant, and Dan Heng had to watch as Caelus dove right in. At least he knew the grey-haired man was having fun.

“We’re here to watch over Y/N. They have a blind date and I want to make sure the guy isn’t dangerous,” Dan Heng said, trying to rationalize his plan. 

“You mean, we’re stalking Y/N on their date.” 

“No.” Dan Heng paused. “Is this considered stalking?”

Caelus nodded and Dan Heng ducked his head in shame. They were seated at a table in the opposite corner you were at. Even the fact that you were left waiting by your blind date unsettled Dan Heng. No man should keep you waiting. He felt that if it were him, he’d be there well before the scheduled time. 

Just then, a tall, blond individual walked into the restaurant by himself. Caelus’ eyes widened when he saw the man. 

“That’s Gepard!” Caelus whispered to Dan Heng. 

Dan Heng’s eyes narrowed. “It is…”

Caelus sighed in relief, watching with a small smile as Gepard walked over to you. You stood up to greet him with a hug and Dan Heng’s stomach tightened. Meanwhile, Caelus slurped his smoothie in peace. 

“This is great,” said Caelus, taking off his mustache. “Now we know Y/N is on their blind date with someone trustworthy. March 7th wouldn’t have set them up with someone sketchy. We can head out of here and find some trash cans now.” 

Dan Heng glared at him until he stopped talking. 

“No? I’m guessing that’s a no.” 

Dan Heng didn’t respond, too focused trying to hear what you and Gepard were talking about. Unfortunately for him, the restaurant was busy with music playing in the background. He couldn’t hear a thing. 

He sulked as your date went on. Caelus ordered his fifth round of fries and a smoothie. 

As your date wrapped up, Gepard stood up and held his hand out to you. You accepted and stood beside him. You leaned in and at that point, Dan Heng could no longer keep watching. He tore his gaze away, a dark expression on his face. 

A fry almost fell out of Caelus’ mouth. “Are you alright there?”

Dan Heng clenched his fists. “No, I don’t think I am.”

Before he could think his actions through, Dan Heng stood up and walked over to the booth you and Gepard were at. Caelus’ eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

“Dan Heng? What are you doing?”

Dan Heng marched forward, stride never faltering. Caelus followed behind, a smoothie still in hand as he slowly sipped from the straw. 

He caught your eye before he could announce his presence. A look of confusion crossed your face as you stared at him. 

Noticing your attention was intensely focused on something behind him, Gepard turned around to see what you were looking at. His brow raised in surprise as he saw Dan Heng. 

“Dan Heng? Caelus?” said Gepard. “What are you doing here?”

Dan Heng stayed silent. 

Caelus raised his smoothie. “Just grabbing some food and looting some trash cans along the way.”

Dan Heng felt your gaze on him and, if his intuition was correct, it did not seem very pleased. 

“Oh, really?” you said, a smile on your face but your tone was one of disbelief. “That’s why you’re here? Conveniently at the place you knew my blind date would be at?”

Caelus looked from Dan Heng to you, unsure how to answer. Slowly, he replied, “Small world?” 

“There are, like, thousands of worlds!”

“Yes, and this one is small.” Caelus drank his smoothie, subtly averting his gaze. “Fancy seeing Gepard here, though.”

Gepard’s smile was wide, completely oblivious to the gloom coming from you. Dan Heng was sure most people wouldn’t notice the smallest furrow in your brow, but he certainly did. He felt guilty at your discomfort, since he was aware it was most likely due to him showing up here with Caelus uninvited. 

“It’s so great seeing you two,” said Gepard. “How have you been Caelus? Dan Heng?”

They caught up with each other, telling stories of their adventures since their time here last. Dan Heng noticed you standing there, listening and laughing along, but the look on your face was still sour. 

The group talked into the night and by the time the noise quieted, Dan Heng saw you yawning. 

“Well,” you said, trying not to rub your eyes too hard, “this was fun, but I am getting a bit sleepy.”

Gepard straightened, his attention fully on you.  “Yes, I don’t want to keep you up to late. But I had fun as well.” He smiled. “I’ll keep in touch.”

You returned his grin and Dan Heng looked away as you stared at each other. 

“I wish the date could last longer!” you said eagerly. “But thank you for spending time with me. I’m sure the captain doesn’t have too many days off.”

“I don’t, but this was a great way to spend it.”

As you, Caelus, and Dan Heng said goodbye to Gepard and made your way back to the Astral Express, you were silent the entire time. Even when you got back on the train, you went straight to your room.

March 7th, who was laying down on the couch, looked at Dan Heng when she saw you leave. 

“What did you do?” 

Dan Heng’s frown deepened, his stomach a pit of worry when he thought of how you must be feeling. 

“I think I need to go apologize.”

Caelus finished the rest of his seemingly never-ending smoothie. “You should.”

Dan Heng left the hobby and entered the private quarters. He walked down the hall until he reached your room and knocked on the door. 

“Y/N,” he said cautiously. “Can I talk to you?”

Silence. 

Dan Heng’s heart dropped. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“You embarrassed me!”

“I’m sorry.” 

“Why’d you do that?” you asked, voice muffled through the door. “Did you not want me going on a blind date with Gepard? Do you think we’re not a good match?” 

Dan Heng shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “I have nothing against Gepard. He is loyal and trustworthy.” 

“Then why did you not want me to be on that blind date with him?”

“I don’t want you going on blind dates with anyone.”

You groaned in frustration and Dan Heng heard a small thump on the door. You cried in exasperation, “What do you have against blind dates? They’re just for fun! No harm in going on them.”

“I don’t have anything against blind dates,” Dan Heng attempted to explain. He was finding it rather hard to word it himself. If it were March 7th who had gone on that blind date with Gepard, Dan Heng would not be feeling this way. But it wasn’t March 7th who went on it, it was you. “I suppose I’m only against you going on one. Or, going on any date, for that matter.”

There was a lapse of silence before you opened the door. 

He watched as you motioned for him to come in, your brows furrowed and confused. 

“I don’t understand,” you said finally. “Why?”

Now, Dan Heng knew he could be oblivious and dense when it came to feelings, but it seemed he met his match with you. 

“I think,” he said slowly, considering his words carefully, “I only want you going on dates with me.”

“You think?”

He blinked. “Yes. But I’m not too sure. These feelings are unfamiliar and part of me would rather ignore them, but whatever I felt when I saw you and Gepard on that date… It made me realize it hurts too much to ignore them anymore.”

Now, he was certain there was no way you wouldn’t understand his feelings. Though he was confused himself, it did feel like a confession of sorts. 

You grinned a little before hiding your face behind your hand. With a small cough, you straightened your face into a more impassive look. “What exactly are you trying to say?” 

Dan Heng stared at you for a bit before a mischievous giggle escaped you. 

He raised a brow. “Are you teasing me?”

You shook your head in denial, but didn’t bother hiding your growing laughter. “No! You’re just speaking in riddles. Just tell me out right—”

“I like you,” Dan Heng blurted, not wanting to cause any further confusion. “Is that what you want to hear? I like you, and maybe it took seeing you go on a date with someone else for me to truly realize.”

“I did like hearing that, yes,” you said with a smile on your face. Dan Heng was relieved that you no longer sounded upset or hurt. He truly felt sorry for embarrassing you by interrupting your date. It was rude and he was glad you could forgive him. “But you know,” you continued, “the only reason March 7th set me up on that date was because I asked her.”

His stomach turned at those words. 

“And I asked her only because I wanted to get over my feelings for you.”

Now it was Dan Heng’s turn to silently watch you. There were too many things running through his mind. You wanted to get over your feelings for him? You had feelings for him to start with? 

Thankfully for him, you went on to elaborate. 

“I thought you didn’t like me,” you said, looking sheepish as you walked over to sit at the edge of your bed. “Or, perhaps, that my feelings for you would make you uncomfortable.”

He frowned. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re not exactly…transparent.”

“Hmm.” Dan Heng couldn’t deny that. 

“I’ve had a small crush on you ever since I joined the Astral Express and all its adventures.” You smiled, motioning for Dan Heng to take a seat next to you. “I always thought you were handsome and smart. But as we went on missions together, I saw how caring you were. You’re brave and intelligent, and I like the sarcastic way you crack jokes.” 

As he sat beside you on your bed, Dan Heng felt his face grow warm and his heart grow light. You looked over at him with bright, hopeful eyes and he returned your gaze. 

“In case it wasn’t obvious enough, I like you, Dan Heng.”

He smiled. “I like you, too.” Never had Dan Heng felt so much relief simply from saying a few words. Putting words to his emotions and hearing you felt the same was brought him more joy than he would’ve guessed. “So, does that mean you won’t go on anymore blind dates?”

You nodded with a laugh. “No, I won’t.”

Dan Heng smiled. 

“The only dates I want to go on are with you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“A pinky promise.”

As you stuck your pinky out with a grin on your face, Dan Heng accepted with his own. Feeling the warmth between your intertwined pinky fingers, he decided there was no place he’d rather be. 

[honeyinthesummer]

three's a party — rafe cameron.

nsfw. sofia x female pogue reader ft. rafe cameron. fingering. 1.3k words.

This is a big no-no — a non-negotiable.

Just when you thought you hit your luck in meeting a handsome, remarkably hot, and filthy rich man, there had to be an insane catch. Rafe Cameron just had to sell and use drugs, with Barry, of all people.

You've heard things about the man, and none were praises. How were you supposed to assume that the Rafe who makes it his mission to buy beverages from your cart, tip you generously, and compliment you with deliberate touches just below the hem of your short uniform of a skirt is the same Rafe who came from a family of murderers, capitalists, and scandals? With the rate of people talking about the Cameron family, it's not just mere gossip anymore. But you don't immediately accept evidence of some semblance of truth because, after all, to see is to believe.

Well, your ignorance has almost made you act on your fantasies about the fine man, possibly tainting the image you've been carefully crafting if word gets out you tried to get in the pants of a suspected murderer and, apparently, drug dealer. As a pogue, you've been working jobs to carefully build your dreams of joining the corporate world of Malibu. Working in a prestigious golf club has aided you in forming connections with established people, courtesy of your easygoing and flexible personality.

If you dream is about being proper and part of Malibu's high society, sleeping with a criminal in the making is undoubtedly not one of its steps.

When Barry sneakily handed a pouch, and Rafe accepted the drug money, you immediately turned on your heels, ready to call it a night. You didn't notice that Sofia was already behind you, and she caught your realization, so she gripped your arm tight, a pout on her face.

"Nooo, baby...I swear he fucks good!" She yells to you over the club's booming music, the lights highlighting the puppy eyes she's giving you. You keep shaking your head, but Sofia turned her grip on your arm into a side hug, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

"If word comes out that I approached first and tried climbing that tree, people would think I'm crazy and siding with an offender."

"Yeah! But if we make him approach us, people will think we're victims and clueless about it. That way, we get to sleep with him without people thinking we're sluts!"

Considering what Sofia had just said, you glanced at Rafe, but there he was, already observing you two. Sitting comfortably on a black leather couch by the corner, he sipped a drink. His gaze was somehow intimate as if he knew what you two were talking about and was preying on your dilemma. The flashing lights are suddenly in hues of blue, the color somewhat enhancing his aura, his vibe now addicting.

Sofia's soft pinch to your sides shifted your attention back to her. If you talked to Rafe first, people would assume you're a gold-digger. If Rafe approached you first, it'd be like a predator after his prey - a natural fate in this world, unstoppable. Besides, you're a pogue even if you stay close to kooks as you work for them. It'd be just like a language barrier, two worlds apart, where you're not relevant in the other's bullshit. There's no way you could've known he's a lawbreaker, right?

"Okay," you say softly, looking Sofia in the eyes. "Let's give him a show to watch."

Your lips collided in an instant. It was intense and eager, and the feeling of your friend's soft lips on yours proved addictive. You could taste some whiskey; the sweet kiss and presence of your favorite liquor taste made you hum. Sofia harshly nibs on your lower lip, her tongue dominating yours. You don't back down and return the energy with so much fervor, your grip on her waist tightening by the minute. Her hands slide down to the edge of your red mid-thigh dress to cop a feel of your ass, her fingers having caught on that you're close to wearing nothing underneath—just that thin red lace set of yours. Sofia lets out a small, breathy moan at the discovery, her hands now dangerously toying with the fringe of your dress.

When the DJ's upbeat and booming music transitioned into a sultry 2000s beat, Sofia broke off the kiss before turning you around and pulling you closer by your hips, and you both immediately started to jam. Nothing about your dance steps was innocent. You both were shamelessly grinding and twirling one another, giggles escaping your lips from time to time. You could feel his stare, this time more fierce, his attention on you both undivided.

You've almost forgotten about Rafe, drowned in your world with your girl friend. Sofia gently pushes you away after you slyly planted a love bit on her neck before taking you by the hand to head to one of the backdoor rooms of this club. You passed by Rafe, now part of the crowd, when Sofia gently pushed him to get past. His arm holds on immediately to your intertwined hands, and you swear you've heard you and Sofia let out a short, sharp gasp at the same time to the feeling of his hot skin against yours.

His piercing blue eyes gazed upon yours, amusement shining in them. He loosens his grip but lightly trails the length of your arm with his pinky.

"Having fun?"

You feel the words clump at your throat, this closeness making your brain haywire.

"Could be more fun. Right?" Sofia calls out your name, and you nod.

"Something's missing, but I don't know what, though." You added, feigning innocence. Sofia's lips curved into a smile before she continued walking, not letting Rafe utter a word.

You swear, when you get past him, you feel a feather touch right by your ass, the electricity sending heat to your core. A few quick strides and you open one of the lining doors, but before you and Sofia enter, you both decidedly take one last glance behind you.

And there was Rafe Cameron, walking oh so casually, but the way he's got his thumb cooly brushing over his lip, his eyes on you both, the steps he's taking towards your direction looking so determined.

You gently close the door, not locking it, and then Sofia hurriedly pulls you towards the bed. She kisses you again, making you stumble on the bed, and she lands on your lap. Your arms snake around your waist, one hand staying in that position, the other caressing her thighs. Your make-out session this time is relatively tame, feeling the nervousness from Sofia.

"We're doing this without him?" You asked in between kisses when you felt her now grinding on her thigh. "Well, he's taking too slow. If he doesn't want the hint, screw him. I still have you." She whispers, and you moan at the teasing touch of her fingers on her core. Sofia pushes you down to lay on the bed, briskly moving your dress up to your tummy, her hand automatically reaching for your clothed cunt.

When Rafe opened the door, your girl friend promptly inserted two fingers in you with no prep, forcing a loud moan from you. Sofia heard the door click, but she ignored it, focusing on your pleasure instead by moving her fingers fast, her digits teasing that sensitive spot in you. All you did was spare him a quick glance before cupping Sofia's face, her lips swallowing your loud cries. You mutter a firm "close the door", and you swear Rafe had moved as fast as lightning. He's probably gonna cum like that this night, too.

note: i've been meaning to release some rafe cameron x golfcart girl pogue reader x sofia series (drabbles as a throuple) because she is so drop-dead gorgeous and kind and should be walking rafe around on a leash. what do you think?

[lilsoftext]

•~* HAUNTED BY YOU *~•

- chris sturniolo x female reader

- summery : halloween night

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sof had grown close to matt and nick over the past year, becoming part of their tight-knit circle, but when it came to spooky season, it was all new territory. the boys were big on horror movies, creepy stories, and, of course, pranks, especially around halloween. chris, on the other hand, had never been a huge fan of paranormal stuff—it always freaked him out more than he let on. sof found this both endearing and surprising, given how confident and chill he usually was.

they were all sprawled out on the couch and floor in the living room. the lights were off, except for a couple of flickering candles on the coffee table that cast long, eerie shadows across the room. a classic horror movie was playing on the screen, and the suspenseful music filled the space. sof sat next to chris, who had his arm loosely draped around her shoulders, pulling her close as they watched.

“this part’s coming up… you know, the one with the ghost in the mirror,” matt whispered from his spot on the floor, grinning mischievously.

nick, who was seated next to him, snickered. “oh yeah, this part always gets chris.”

sof glanced at chris and noticed the way his shoulders tensed just slightly. “you good?” she asked softly, leaning into him.

chris gave her a quick smile, trying to play it off. “yeah, i’m fine. it’s just a movie.”

but sof could tell he was a little on edge, and that gave her an idea. she caught matt and nick exchanging a look and quickly realized that they were planning something. they had already talked about it earlier in the day when chris wasn’t around—how they could mess with him a little and use his fear of ghosts to their advantage. sof, always up for a little harmless fun, had agreed to be in on it.

as the movie reached its most suspenseful moment, with the music building and the tension thick in the air, sof gently rested her hand on chris’s leg. “you sure you’re not scared?” she teased, her voice soft but playful.

chris glanced at her, his smile widening a little. “i’m not scared,” he insisted, though his eyes were glued to the screen, clearly anticipating something. “just… staying alert.”

sof held back a laugh, knowing what was about to happen.

right as the ghost appeared on screen, matt let out a loud bang by knocking on the wall behind them. at the same time, nick flicked the lights off completely, plunging the room into darkness. chris jumped, his grip on sof tightening as he let out a startled yelp. “what the hell—” he started, his voice higher than usual.

sof bit her lip, trying not to laugh as chris looked around, confused and clearly spooked.

“did you see that?” matt whispered from the floor, his voice low and eerie. “i swear i saw something move in the hallway.”

nick played along perfectly, his eyes wide in fake panic. “dude, don’t joke about that! what if it’s real?”

chris’s eyes darted toward the dark hallway, and for a second, sof could see the uncertainty in his expression. he was usually the calm one, but in this moment, he looked genuinely freaked out.

sof couldn’t help herself—she leaned into him and whispered, “maybe it’s a ghost…”

“sof, don’t,” chris said quickly, his voice tight. “you know i hate that stuff.”

she grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “i’m just teasing.”

just then, matt jumped up from the floor, letting out a loud, exaggerated scream as he pretended to see something behind the couch. “holy crap, what is that?!” he shouted, pointing toward the hallway.

chris nearly jumped off the couch, his heart racing as he looked over his shoulder, fully expecting to see something. “guys, stop messing with me,” he said, his voice a mix of nervous laughter and actual fear.

sof burst into laughter, unable to keep it together anymore. “okay, okay, we were messing with you!”

matt and nick collapsed into fits of laughter as well, high-fiving each other. “dude, your face was priceless!” nick gasped between laughs.

chris sat back on the couch, shaking his head, though there was a small smile on his face now. “you guys suck,” he muttered, his heart still racing from the scare.

sof, still laughing, leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “you know we’re just messing with you because we love you, right?”

chris looked down at her, his expression softening. “yeah, yeah, i know,” he said, though he still looked a little annoyed. “but i swear, you’re lucky you’re cute, because i was about to bolt out of here.”

sof giggled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “i’ll make it up to you later,” she whispered, her voice teasing but sincere.

chris sighed, his arm wrapping around her again as he relaxed a little. “you better,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips now.

“we’ll watch something less scary next time,” sof promised, still grinning as she nestled into his side.

matt and nick eventually calmed down, still chuckling to themselves as they started another, less intense movie. the rest of the night was more relaxed, with sof and chris cuddled up on the couch, his earlier nerves fading away.

as the credits rolled on the final movie of the night, the boys started gathering up blankets and snacks to head to their rooms. chris leaned over to sof, his voice low. “i’m still mad at you, you know.”

sof raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “really? still?”

“a little,” chris admitted, though he was clearly teasing now.

sof leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “then maybe i’ll have to find a way to make it up to you tonight.”

chris’s eyes flickered with amusement and something else as he glanced down at her. “yeah, maybe you should.”

with a smile, sof kissed him softly on the lips, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. halloween might have been about spooky scares, but the night had ended on a much sweeter, more intimate note—one that left chris feeling more than happy to forgive her for the prank.

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[bueckersverse]

introduction post HEY YALL 🤗

omg okay hey yall i think its time i stop being mysterious and nonchalant and introduce myself and tell yall a bit about me

ive been so mysterious and pretty much nameless unless you pay real close attention to hashtags

but hey yall you can call me sof or sofi 🤗 my actual name is sofia but yuck my whole family calls me sofi so i go by sofi 😇

im mexican RAHHHH

i am unfortunately 14 yrs old 💔💔

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stranger things

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i also lowkey love debating people especially because 99% of the time it ends up being about something im more educated about that the other person but even when im not its fun debating and just us hearing each other out

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i am a freshman in high school

im trying to graduate earlier and get into photography mainly like sports photography

ive loved photography since i was in 6th grade

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