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rafescoke · 3 years ago

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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams�� supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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r00en · 5 years ago

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Caught! Part 2

Toshi makes good on his promise to do it right and a confession leads to a little bit more.

All Might (weak form) x Reader (oc)

If you really think I know wtf I’m doing when writing smut....you’re wrong. As with the first one you can read this as it’s own thing but it has plot elements from Still Good.

Somehow they made it back to his apartment. Toshi wasn't quite sure how, the whole train ride had been a blur of white noise and stress but they made it. He also wasn't sure why they decided on his apartment over her's. Small details seemed to be too fuzzy for him to recall. The only thing he could clearly remember was her softly gripping his arm as they walked along and the small act soothed him enough to quiet his drumming heart beat. Not by much but enough. Yet here they were now, standing outside of his front door and Toshi wasn't really sure what to do next. His eyes kept catching glances of her soiled skirt and blouse which had him blushing from his ears to his toes. How could he have done something so indecent?! But she had returned those indecent feelings...perhaps even the romantic ones. He wasn't sure really. This was all a first for him.

"I-If you want I can-"

"NO! No...I-I mean I'm sorry....just...I need a moment. I promised to do this right." He didn't mean to snap at her but the mild panic was starting to set in and he needed to think of some kind of plan. Something to say to make up for this whole mess. She had been so kind, so understanding when she had every right to never speak to him again. Report him to the principal and have him shamed and ostracized from society as the pervert he was. But she didn't. She wanted to be here. Why that was Toshi couldn't even begin to understand but it was happening and he made a promise. Taking a deep shuttering breath he suddenly bent forward, bowing lower than he intended to and apparently catching her off guard as she stumbled back a step or two. "Please forgive my indecent actions today at school! It was not only unprofessional but also disrespectful to our friendship!" His fingers twitched at his sides as he waited for her to say something, when she wouldn't he grimaced and kept going, righting himself just enough to not put too much stress on his stomach. "I'm not sure what came over me back there....I truly hand no intention of- that.. doesn't make up for what I did and I am sorry. You were kind to allow me to- you were kind to indulge me but I do understand if this has sullied things between us...if you never wish to speak to me again." Her silence was slowly clawing away at his chest. 'Keep apologizing! Keep talking! Make her understand how sorry you are! She probably things you're a pervert....make up for it damn it!'

Just as Toshi was about to speak again, about to keep punishing himself for his actions a small white envelop was pushed under his eyes. It smelled like her shampoo and the scent washed another wave of shame over him but that was quickly forgotten as he reached out to carefully take the offered note. The back was stamped with a cute little sticker and on the front was his name in English cursive, the i dotted with a small heart. She never signed important documents like this. "I wasn't sure when to give you this...or if I should at all given the fact that we are coworkers. I'm honestly not sure how this sort of thing works here b-but....I wanted to be honest with you. To tell you how I really felt. I had a feeling- well Mr. Aziawa had a feeling...and I saw that this is how they do it in high school anime...perhaps that’s a bit crude to presume but I wasn’t sure what else to do...about my confession that is...about how I feel...about you..." She shook her head and glued her eyes to his apartment door as he stood up straight. Still watching the white letter in his hand as if it might suddenly change into some magical creature if he stared long enough. "It doesn't really matter. But if you are trying to say what I think you are, in your own self degrading sort of way....you can do it without worrying about my answer."

The both of them had a horrible time expressing themselves this way. Rambling and nervously stuttering around the topic at hand. Trying their best to say anything but what they truly meant. That would stop here Toshi decided. He was the damn Symbol of Peace and he would start acting like it again. Face this challenge with a smile, assure her everything would be alright because he would be there. Shoving the letter as carefully as he could into his oversize blazer to read later his large boney hands reached out to clasp hers in a warm cage. "____...I want to be with you! Not as friends, not as coworkers. And honestly from now on. No more hiding my feelings for you....I want everyone to know!" Pulling one hand away from her's he rubbed the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "Even if I'm not quiet sure what to make of those feelings. It's shameful to admit at my age but-" Toshi paused, staring down at the beautiful, hopeful looking woman in front of him who was watching him with such adoration. A pang of guilt ripped through his chest. His age. He was old now, nearly fifty with no romantic experience whatsoever. A washed up wounded hero. Not only that but his old friends warning rang through his head and drowned out that happy tingle he got from knowing the feelings he had for her were at least reciprocated. He had maybe two years if he was lucky. Was it selfish to want those two years to be with her? Selfish to take that time away from her life, a better life she could have with someone her own age? His mind forced him to think of Aizawa. He had no idea what the fellow teachers motives were and though he had a hard time imagining the sullen mans interest was beyond anything but a calculated test of wills could he have some romantic interest in the nurse as he did. They were the same age, they had their whole lives ahead of them that could be spent together.

His hands trembled on her's. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. A horrible selfish mistake he made while suffering from his unattended emotions. "You deserve so much more than what I am. So much more than what I can offer you...you deserve All Might. What he was..." His voice dropped and he looked anywhere but at the American hero who suddenly stilled in his grasp. There was that silence again and a small part of him hoped she would let him go and walk away. Rejection was far easier than trying to convince her to leave himself. If she could just say no he would have a solid reason to bury these feelings and fight thought these next two years alone.

The warm touch of her fingertips snapped him out of his decent into a new depression. Her palm pressing against his sunken cheek to force him to look at her. She wasn't crying, wasn't angry, no trace of distaste on her face. The smile that had him falling head over heels for her was still right where it always had been. Directed at him. "Toshinori Yagi, you really are the dumbest man alive." It took all his willpower not to return that smile right back at her. This was no time to be happy, why couldn't she see what he was trying to do. Why did it feel like his will to do it was slipping fast. "I never knew All Might. The first time I really met him was in my kitchen all those months ago. And...maybe this afternoon in the nurses station..." They both flushed and chuckled at that trying to hide their sudden embarrassment at the memory. She titled his head back to her again before continuing. "But I know Toshinori Yagi. He's the man I found myself falling for. Not the Symbol of Peace, the man behind it who held so deeply to that icon that he sacrificed everything to give it to others. The man who still strives to do what's right and bury his own feelings if he thinks it will save someone else. That's the man I want to be with. For as long as I have..." She must have guessed his reservations as smart as she was. If only she knew how limited that time really was. "Besides, if we are being honest-" Her eyes cast down to the street below, that sweet rush of red dusting her cheeks. "-I sorta like older men anyway.....so there is no getting around this Toshinori! You have confessed your feelings and there is no taking them back now! We might as well Go Beyond! Friendship that is..."

If she wasn't the most perfect woman he wasn't sure one existed. Her sudden cheery outburst at last forcing the smile he was trying so hard to hold back. "Well there isn't much I can do when you're so determined is there?" He had lost. His attempt to push her away, ignore his own feelings and silence the screaming voice in his head that demanded he hold this woman and never let her go, all were defeated by that damned smile and that wonderful, beautiful heart of hers. And no matter how much Toshi knew he should be fighting it, the feeling of joy bubbled up in his throat and spilled over with a quiet laugh. This was wrong, this was selfish and horrible but for once All Might would give into that selfishness and take what he wanted. For the first time in nearly thirty years Toshinori Yagi would be selfish.

With his resolve set Toshi brought his hands to her face this time. Feeling the smooth warm skin of her flushed cheeks carefully with with his thin fingers. He pulled her face closer to his own with a bit more force than he intended given the little gasp the sudden movement pulled from her. "Sorry...I'm not sure how to do this but-" As carefully as he could and trying his best to swallow his insecurity about how his thin lips must feel against her soft pillow like one's Toshi pressed a kiss against those lips. An act he had been dreaming of since the moment he met her in UA's nurses office. That caught her off guard if her slow reaction was anything to go by. She never honestly believed he would be so bold and forward with such an open display of affection. The heat coming off his face was sign enough that he was pushing himself through the embarrassment so this was not the time to discourage him. If she wanted this to continue, or get any more kisses from her somber new lover she would need to prove it was worth the mild panic attack.

Her fingers clutched into his tacky blazer, tugging slightly downward so she wouldn't have to stand so tall on her toes. He could lean his thin lanky frame down a bit for her comfort she seemed to decide and Toshi was happy to oblige. Something about looming over her tiny frame sent a little shiver down his spin. Their lips slotting together carefully to deepen this first kiss. Far more passionately that he had intended. His mouth opened, if only to gasp softly at this new feeling and tentatively pressed his tongue against her tightly sealed lips. Needing no more incentive to his surprise she opened them letting him surge forward and explore the warm expanse of her mouth. It was all clashing teeth and desperate huffs between them now. No more shy yet very much awkward. What was only perhaps two minuets felt like at least an hour before Toshi was forced to pull back and take a long shaky breath. It wasn't enough, nothing felt like enough and he found himself tilting her head back up to pepper her shorter yet just as deep kisses. Even as she pulled away he chased after her, greedy to keep the close contact with her. At last he relented. Their heated mouths connected by a glossy string of spit that Toshi quickly wiped with the back of his suits sleeve. He had no idea something so odd could be so attractive but he felt the head from his cheeks pool in his groin. His forehead pressed against hers and he could feel the warm puffs of air against his own face. They had just been kissing. This was just 'kissing' yet somehow he felt if he moved the wrong way he would come undone right there on his apartments landing. He wanted to be greedy and shameful but not that greedy and shameful. He would never live that down.

"D-do you want to..." his dark eyes moved to his front door and her nervous nod was all he needed to spin around and fight with the damn thing to unlock. The second the two of them were inside and the door tightly shut behind them he was on her again. Like it was his goal to steal the air from her lungs with his kisses and leave her a panting blushing mess against the wall. He succeeded and let up again to watch her through hooded eyes. "You are....so beautiful...." he whispered, dipping low to latch his lips onto the soft skin of her neck. She tasted like soap and honey and Toshi found himself lapping at the spot were her pulse was the strongest. Catching the skin between his teeth to leave little red marks up and down the length of her neck down to her collar. She seemed to say nothing save for the soft muttering of his name and Toshi wanted to her that louder. Breathyer, with passion behind it! Licking a wet trail back up to her cheek he moved back to kiss her but was stopped by her fingers against his lips instead. No matter, he would kiss there if that's what she wanted. Planting tiny pecks of cute little kisses over each one of her finger tips with a sly look on his face. "You want to stop?" His question was more of a tease, bringing his lips to the inside of her wrist with a heated look. The look she was giving him in return was all the answer he truly needed but he would have liked a vocal one.

Her head shook slightly, braids already nearly undone from his long fingers twisting against her hair during their heated exchange outside. "N-no it's just...." His head gave a little tilt as he watched her "..I don't think I can stand much longer..." Her knees were shaking. He could tell that now that he was more than an inch away from her. In fact her whole body seemed to tremble under his touch. He loved it. And it was an easy fix. Hooking his arms under her knees he quickly lifted her up and; mindful to kick off his shoes carried her farther into the small poorly lit apartment. Unlike her he hand a normal bed, it helped keep pressure off his old joints but for now it also helped as he dropped her carefully on the soft surface. Quick to dive back down and capture her lips again. He was a bit more bold now. His large hands running up and down the length of her body, slipping under her coat and helping her shrugged it off somewhere else. His hands stilled over the buttons of her blouse, as if second guessing every move he made just in case this was all some major misunderstanding. As if she could feel his growing apprehension she moved her smaller hands over his shaking ones and helped him unbutton her now overly wrinkled blouse. Toshi felt as though his heart might stop as the sight of her lilac purple bra came into view. Professional, but cute with small bows at the straps that he found himself petting carefully. Having no real idea what to do with himself he pressed his face against her chest feeling just show soft the skin was there. Skin that was always hidden from view.

"Toshi..." Her breathy voice snapped him out of his daze and his head jerked up to look at her in worry. Did he do something wrong? Was that the wrong move? Some strange taboo of sex he managed to stumble into unknowingly. Was his utter lack of experience showing?! Her hand cupped his cheek and she gave a little giggle "You're um...meant to take that part off." She sat up slightly as she spoke, reaching around to unhook the offending bit of clothing and he found himself sweating on the spot. 'It's just her chest, just her lovely beautiful....bare chest! ‘Oh god are they meant to look that soft?! Will she be upset if I touch- n-no wait for her! Wait until she says it's okay! That's the correct form in these situations right?' The sudden grip on his wrist snapped him out of his mild panic attack as he watched her pull his hands over her perky breasts. Both at the same time. He was going to melt. His fingers gave a careful squeeze that pulled a little gasp from her. Palms rolling in small cricles to feel her nipples grow hard under his touch. Did all women react this way or was the music she was making special? No one in the world could sound as lovely.

He toyed with her for a few moments. Growing bolder the louder her responses became. Pinching those pert little nipples between his fingertips. Bending low to suck one into his mouth and roll it between gentle teeth. That must have been right as it had her arching off the bed in a lovely little bow shape closer to his warm and wanting mouth. He switched to lavish the left with the same attention. Alternating between sucking and nibbling seemed to be the ticket using his newly found skills to drag breathy moans from her that he soaked up like a sponge. His cock gave a twitch against her leg reminding them both that he was still very much clothed and very much desperate for the same kind of attention. Though he was loathed to do so he sat up and tried his best to quickly pull his jacket off, pausing as his fingers hovered over the buttons of his dress shirt. An act she caught just as quickly as all his others. "You know I've seen it before right. And if memory serves...I may have even kissed it..." Toshi gulped hard. That was very true but she had never seen him fully. All jutting bone and skin pulled tight over thin muscle. He was horrible to look at in his opinion. So much so that he removed all but one mirror from his apartment that only covered from his shoulders up. His fingers gripped the cloth of his shirt tightly, feeling the poor fabric strain under his shaking grip. This was the hardest part. Damn it why was this the hardest part?!

"You know..." her soft voice broke though the barge of self doubt in his mind puling him back into the moment. "I find you very attractive." She said that so bluntly that he couldn't help but scoff. "No I mean it. You're so tall...you can hover over me even from feet away. I love having to look up at you like that..." Sitting herself up she helped him by shooing his hands away to start on the buttons herself. He didn't stop her. "And those hands. I've thought about them so many times...how they would feel pressed against my legs, running down my sides...." Leaning forward her warm breath brushed his ear "Maybe...inside of me...how far they could reach...." Toshi let out a groan letting his hands drop and eyes close. "I've always wondered what you looked like under here...I was sure you would have a beautiful collar bone. Was right about that." Each button revealed a bit more of his skin. Both scared and mangled as well as clean and untouched. Though it was all dusted with a light blushing pink now at her words. Her nails carefully and slowly ran over his neck, down to his collar bone as if to inspect it at last. "And even like this you're so toned. Hidden strength tucked away behind all those clothes. You carried me over here like I was nothing. I didn't think something like that could be so hot but...." As if to prove her point her legs twitched around him subtlety. Toshi opened his mouth so he could feel like he was getting some air. Panting against her hair as he let himself lean into her touch and rest his cheek against her head. "But this part is...something else." His scar, surely that's what she meant. But instead her hands trailed down to his hips, fingers dipping into the harsh line of his pelvis and swirling the patch of yellow hair that trailed from his navel until the harsh line of his belt. Toshi cracked an eye open and saw her so focused on his body. His horribly ripped and ruined body. She was blushing, casting heated lustful looks over every inch of him but following her fingers with such a gaze that it sent a pool of fire right to his center. Want. She wanted him.

"It's better than I expected. It's prefect..." Her fingers found his belt now, the clasp of it just as shameful sounding as it was in the nurses office. With nothing for it to hold into it his pants dropped away with no resistance, pooling at his bent knees for now. His boxers came next. She was rushing now. Too excited and emboldened by his throaty responses. His cock sprang free as soon as the waist band was tugged far enough. Already rock hard and twitching. "T-there's no way..." that didn't sound lustful, that sounded shocked, scared, confused?

"W-what?" Her hands were covering her mouth as she watched his cock bob against his lower stomach and he gave her a worried look. "I'm...I'm sorry I don't understand is something-"

"It's bigger...."

"What?" His face couldn't get any redder "W-what's bigger?"

"I didn't...think that could be possible." Chewing her lip between her teeth she looked up at him with an expression Toshi couldn't quite place. "Then when you're in your hero form! It's bigger!"

He was going to die. Either this was some twisted way of faking flattery or the light was just dim enough for her to be mistaken. "I don't think.." his voice caught in his throat when her warm little hand wrapped around him. "W-wait!" She wasn't going to. Not now it seemed. What ever she was on about a second ago apparently wasn't any kind of issue.

"There is no doubt. Maybe all that muscle hides some of it when you bulk up but I know I'm right. Toshi...y-your dick is bigger like this..." There was a hint of worry in her voice but the lace of absolute wonder drowned that all out. Her hand gave an experimental pump, then another, and another until she was working her hand at a slow even pace. One that was driving him mad. He used her shoulders to steady himself, whimpering as her fingers brushed over the tip to collect the beads of pre-cum now dripping graciously from him. He wasn't sure he had ever come so close so fast. His own hand was never going to be the same now. "It's okay.." She whispered, leaning into him until he could feel her breasts press against his own chest. "You can cum like this if you like..." Oh he would like. He would very much like to. But no! This wasn't about him this time. He had is selfish fun at UA. He promised this would be about her now and god damn it he would keep that promise.

Toshi shot out his hand and quickly took a hold of her wrist, all but ripping her away from his length in a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable. If she kept going, even for another few seconds this would all be over and he wasn't ready for that. Not yet. "No. Please....this is suppose to be about you after all." His voice didn't sound very assured. All gasping and out of breath but his sly little smile sure did and it had her heart fluttering as he pushed her back against the bed again. Taking just a few seconds to loom over her and watch the slow rise and fall of her chest. Shaking off his pants the rest of the way Toshi took great pleasure in hooking his long fingers into the hem of her skirt. Sliding it down in one swift move to join the rest of their clothing. If her bra sent his heart racing the sight of her little panties may have kill him. Pressed so tight against her skin that even in the dark he could see every curve, every outline and by god the small damp spot that was slowly pooling in the cotton. He had no idea what he was doing. Driven by pure pent up lust and instinct he yanked her legs over his thin shoulders and grinned up at her with a dark expression. It was his turn now. Really his turn to show her how much he adored her.

"Wait a second you should let me take-Haa~" his mouth was on her in seconds. Pressed against the warm cotton of her purple colored panties. Tongue splayed flat and hard against that wet spot as the taste hit him. Salty and tangy and wonderful. He could spend hours down here. He would, he decided quickly. If she would let him this is were he wanted to spend every single day after school. Right here. Perhaps every morning too. Keeping that magical wish in the back of his mind he went to town teasing her. Lapping happily like a cat at a bowl of milk. Grinning against her as her fingers curled into his hair and gave a little tug. "I've wanted to do this for some time. This perverted old man though of doing this to you...for months now. Having you laid out under me...just like this." He gave another flick of his tongue. "Horrible I know. To have such thoughts. But I couldn't help myself...I still can't."

"P-please Toshi." He liked that. Liked hearing his name whimpered in that tone. "Don't...tease like that....it's mean." It was. To both of them he decided. This wasn't nearly enough for him just yet. Taking some mild pity on her Toshi granted her request and tugged her panties down to her knees. In those two seconds he lost all the nerve and dominant energy he had somehow managed to keep in the last few minuets. Staring down at her beautiful now naked body on his bed he couldn't help but choke out what sounded like a small sob. His hand quick to clamp over his mouth just in case he made another. She was stunning. Flushed from head to do, sweat beading between her breasts and pooling into the small dip of her stomach. "Toshi..." His name uttered by her in such a state was going to be his undoing. Since he was dead set on being stuck in place she took it upon herself to reach up with both hands. Trying her best to put on a wanting and lustful look she could. "Come on, I've been waiting still I met you for this..."

That was more than enough. As much as he wanted to spend more time pulling her apart string by string and lavishing attention to every inch of her body his own resolve was close to snapping. Bending forward he circled her face with his hands and pressed his forehead to hers again. "You're sure....? I don't want-...I mean even with looking how I look?" As if it was even a question to pose at all she pulled her legs up to hook onto his hips drawing him closer.

"I've never wanted anyone more." He kissed her. Slowly this time. Letting his tongue press against her's in a careful dance trying to distract himself from the bit of animosity he still felt from himself. He lined up as carefully as he could, forced to break the kiss and put at least a bit of focus into the task at hand. He couldn't help himself as he slid between those soft, slick folds. Back and forth feeling her shutter under him. Worrying his lip between his teeth he at last felt the head of his cock catch spurring him to press in ever so slowly. He could feel her stretch around him as an inch of his thick length disappeared. Was it meant to feel this amazing? Toshi doubled forward and scooped her up in his arms holding her close so he could rest his chin on her head as if he needed the support to stay grounded. He just wanted her as close to him as possible. "F-fuck I'm sorry I just-" He gave a small rut of his hips and she gasped under him with the sudden move. And again, another inch sunk deep with her warm, tight pussy. "Are you alright?" He groaned, the rumble in his voice enough to vibrate his chest. All she could do was nod dumbly and tighten her grip around his sides.

Toshi reached down and took a tight hold of her hip with one hand, keeping her still enough for him to at last bottom out with a shuttering sigh from them both. This was heaven. So much in fact that he just needed a moment to collect himself. Pulling himself back a bit he pressed a kiss to her cheek and smiled down at her. Another to her nose, trying to steady his breathing and get himself under control. "Is it alright? I mean to move now? You don't feel any-" the quick shake of her head was answer enough as she hooked her ankles together behind his lower back.

"It's alright y-you’re a lot bigger than I expected but ....please. I wanna know how good you feel..." Her words shot another heated wave of blood to his face but they were a wonderful spur of encouragement. With his own nod Toshi let his elbows rest next to her head and pulled his hips back, sliding forward experimentally at first. Watching as she gave a little arch off the sheets and twisted her fingers into the pillow above her head. Again, just a bit quicker this time. That pulled a nice sweet sound from her lungs that Toshi quickly swallowed with a kiss. He kept going until he found a quick rhythm. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the tiny apartment only dwarfed by the heavy panting of both lovers. Toshi buried his head in her neck, trying his best to keep his pace but it was so hard to think straight when she was gripping his cock like that. So slick and warm and absolutely right. He felt himself bottom out and she let out a strangled gasp of surprise. He focused there, grinding his hips each time he felt them snap against her own. Narrowing it down to keep drawing those moans from her until her head was thrown back and he was sure she may have been sobbing.

He reached up and cupped her cheek. Intent to watch her ride though this. Excited by the look of pleasure he plastered on her face. He was kissing her again. Hot and heavy trying hard to rock his body with hers. Their tongue pressed together in a fevered dance that he wasn't quite sure their lips were even touching anymore. He didn’t know what 'close' felt for her but the way she was clenching and twitching around his cock made him sure she might have been. He hoped at least. His side was starting to burn. 'Not yet...'

"Darling.." The new nickname seemed to do something for her as she tensed up and gripped his shoulders so hard he could fell the small drag of her nails over his wet skin. "I-I need you...t-to do something... for me..." he huffed, planting kisses over her shoulder. All she could do was nod quickly, her voice caught somewhere in her throat for the time being. "Please....say my name..."

She tried. He could tell she was trying but each time he bucked his hips forward and hit that spot she seemed to like the most she could only manage a breathy little moan or a desperate whine but he wasn't about to slow down. "Please darling..." He could feel her swallow hard and crack her eyes open. Her pupils were blown wide, eyes hardly focused in their clouded state he wasn't quite sure she could even see him through the haze. But she was smiling up at him with such adoration.

"Toshinori." She managed to finally breath out and it sent a shiver down his spin. "My-mm ha~ Toshinori...."

"Oh fuck." He whined against her neck griping the bed so tight his knuckles turned white. He was her's. He belonged to someone. Someone wanted him even like this. If he wasn't desperately fucking into what he now assumed to be the love of his life he was sure he may start crying. She had never heard him curse so much before and it seemed to spur her on as she arched up to grind her hips against each of his now sloppy uneven thrusts. "W-where can I...-" The lock of her legs around him was mostly an answer but he could hear her breathy, whispered voice in his ear all the same 'Inside' .

His fingers held her hips in a bruising grip sure he was going to leave marks. Sharp and angled up, his rhythm stuttered as he felt her pulse and grip his cock like a vice. "G-god you're so...s-so tight I can't!" He needed to keep his promise, it was itching at the back of his mind. That single threat that kept him held together and holding on. Reaching between them his fingers found her clit. Swiping his thump in time with the heavy quick snap of his thin hips. That seemed to to the trick. She arched off the bed like a bow pulled tight. Toshi couldn't believe she could feel any tighter but the grip of her cunt cumming around his cock was almost painful. He fucked her through the waves of her orgasm keeping his fingers at a lazy strum on her clit until she was whimpering under him completely spent. Toshi doubled forward again. Rutting against her twitching hips chasing his own end. "I-I'm so close darling p-please....please bare with me-" He didn't keep her waiting for long at all. Seconds after his pleading he stilled with his hips flush against her’s. Painting her walls in a sticky wet mess that bubbled past the tight seal his cock created and pooled on the wet sheets bellow them. He pulled out swiftly, gripping his still twitching cock to pump the last few heavy streams across her lower stomach. Gasping and utterly spent he sat there gulping in as much air as his single lung could handle. His side burning hotter than his face forcing a small hiss of discomfort to pass between his clenched teeth.

Raking a hand through his sweaty hair he watched the beautiful woman under him. Just as messy and spend as he was looking utterly delighted with an almost goofy lopsided grin on her flushed out face. Her hands reached for him again and he happily nuzzled himself against her cheek. "I can't believe...you were worried about that. You were absolutely amazing."

Feeling suddenly bashful Toshi tried to hide himself in the wet crook of her neck to hide his grin. "You made it rather easy." He muttered, happy to busy himself with trailing kisses up and down her neck until the pain in his side was just too much forcing him to shamefully hide his face in the pillows. As if she could feel his discomfort as her own those magic, wonderful fingers of her's found his mangled scar and spread that beautiful cool feeling of numbness through him. He could breath again, and move enough to slide over on his side and pull her against him. If this was being selfish Toshi didn't give a damn. At least not for now. Not when she sighed the way she did and curled herself into his embrace. Not when she giggled and whispered little joke and pillow talk at him. Not when she let her fingers draw little patters over his shoulders and arms remaking how handsome he was in a voice that left no room for doubt. Toshi was forced to confront the fact that she found him attractive. He wasn't sure what to do with that just yet so he decided to bask in it for now.

For the first time in who knew how many years, the great Symbol of Peace could lay back and be selfish.

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kinktae · 5 years ago

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holy crap!! I just noticed y/n’s family in bitchin is like stranger things !!!! I love that sm omg love it so far btw ♡

YESSSS thank u for noticing!! I have a lot of fun with writing bitchin i do hehe

(warning: literal 80 asks under the cut)

Anonymous said: not @ me reading bitchin’ during math literally SLAMMING YHE DESK

crystalsnowd said: I LOVED BITCHINNNN OMG UR SO TALENTED I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART

Anonymous said: I was going to stay up to wait for Bitchin but I went to sleep instead because today is my first day of school (second year of university) so I decided to get sleep while I still could. Also I read the update on the train sitting next to a random lady and I really hope she didn’t look over at my phone lol. I loved the update and I can’t wait for the rest of the series!!!

Anonymous said: OMG BITCHIN WAS SO GOOD! You're such an amazing writer!!!

jun-sohyunnie-dotnet said: Just an fyi, bitchin' jk is my FAVORITE jk I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Ever. He could stomp all over me and I'd thank him profusely. (And you're writing is absolutely captivating 🥺💕💕)

sugarkinky said: Bitchin just wrecked me for real, U ARE AWESOME ROSE mierda que te amo chica ¿cómo consigues escribir así? Eres perfecta ❤

Anonymous said: Bruh bitchin was everything I wanted and more thank u baby

Anonymous said: Bitchin’ is amazing! I have so many feelings ahhhh!!! I love you and your work 🥺

awkwardaegyo said: YOU HAVE GOT ME SO THIRSTY FOR JUNGKOOK FUCKIN PARCHED D-HYDRATED IF YOU WILL BITCHIN HAS GOT ME FUCKEC UP!!!!!

Anonymous said: Bitchin' is literally my favourite fic right now, it's so good! 😍 Can't wait for the next part!!

gardenofrosesx said: Im in love with bitchin 🥺💗 I think that the song that represent it so well is Wait a minute by Willow Smith, every time a hear it I imagine this fic💗 I send you thousands of good vibes and love and peace to your side! Keep going 💗

Anonymous said: Ahhhh I just wanted to say bitchin is absolutely amazing and is so well written and I’m just completely hooked!!! YOU DID AMAZING!!! Also is there gonna be angst in future chapters BECAUSE IM REALLY NOT READY IF BOTH JUNGKOOK AND OC DENY THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER

Anonymous said: girl, I finally got around to reading bitchin' and I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T READ IT SOONER. it's been a while since I've found a chaptered fic that kept my interests but I was hooked with pt 1!!! I love your spin on tatbilb, and I love the characters you created. I have to honestly say, I'm also absolutely in love with the way you write. your descriptions and dialogue hit me in all the right places. I can't wait to see where this story takes me. thank you for doing what you do!

Anonymous said: Love Bitchin so far!

Anonymous said: i keep rereading bitchin pt. 5😭😭 love it so much

Anonymous said: hi!! I just wanted to leave an ask and let you know that you’re one of my absolute favorite authors and your work is incredible!! the concept behind your rewind series is so unique and interesting and all of the stories have been wonderful so far. I’m so looking forward to the rest of bitchin’ because it has been so so so good and I love the way that you’re developing the characters and the plot. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

Anonymous said: just finished bitchin 5 and ................ i cant believe how ure able to write jungkook to Life and characterize him in such an attractive way it makes it so artistic and aknejdjdj it’s art it’s everything

Anonymous said: Argh the grind is real! I’m about to start my exams too so we can both be working our asses off! Also Bitchin is such a great series and I wanted to let you know you’re an amazing writer!!! The series made me so emotionally invested in the characters and I can’t get enough of it!! ITS SO GOOODDD THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH A MASTERPIECE

sanniinnas said: Hiii! Love your writings soo much! You have such a talent with words! You inspire me as a writer and make me want to learn writing and English better.

Anonymous said: I am seriously laughing from the asks that have been send to you and i cannot wait to read the ff because now i am busy :( also random fact, my biology teacher told us aboit Rosa Franklin and i already knew about her, and all i could keep thinking was bitchin pt5 and i started laughing. They thought i was a maniac 😎🤙

Anonymous said: just wanted to say bitchin’ is *chefs kiss* and i can’t wait for part 7 🥺 i’m not trynna rush you i’m just excited 🥺

nochusbutt said: okay but FIRST OF ALL, YES BITCHIN’ YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. secondly, my name is Rose too I’m so, what? omg yes I literally share a name with a legend. quote me!! 🥰☺️🤪

Anonymous said: Ahhh I am so excited for Bitchin Pt 6!!! No exaggeration this is my all time favorite fic, I think ab it a lot honestly. Whenever I see 80s aesthetic BTS edits I think of Bitchin and lots of love songs make me think of this fic too. I’m not a huge fan of smut but this fic is just so good. The OCs and Jks interactions are precious and I’m obsessed with the 80s theme! I am a huge fan of angst so I am ready to cry my eyes out. Thank you for writing this amazing fic

Anonymous said: aight...time to go re-read bitchin again ....[insert /ah shit, here we go again/ video]

Anonymous said: I CANT WAIT FOR BITCHIN

hear-me-growl said: Wait! Bitchin' is not done?! It's one of my favourite fics ever! I love the whole cliche college vibe, the dialogues are sooo good and the chemistry between Jk and the girl it's just perfect, really. And now you tell me it's not finished.😱 I AM SO EXCITED! you've made my day! Keep up the good work, you are amazing 😍

Anonymous said: AAAAAAAA THE BITCHIN UPDATE WAS SO GOOD !!!!! but also Kiri that bItCh y/n don’t fall for it 🤡😩

Anonymous said: i want sleep but BITCHIN

Anonymous said: IM PUMPED FOR BITCHINYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Anonymous said: Thankyou for updating bitchin sis!!!! But im so sad because this is their first fight(?) i hope they can talk about it and hoping kiri doesnt talk nonsense tp y/n ok :( but I AM GLAD JUNGKOOK REALIZE HE LIKES OC OKEY OKEY! 💜💜💜 sending 💜💜💜💜 to you because you deserve it👏🏼

diortae said: rose I have class in a few minutes and all I can think about is how much I want bitchin jk to raw me what have u DONE

Anonymous said: BITCHIN WAS GREATTTT 🥰 RLLY CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTT 🥺🥺

sunnyoongles said: bitchin is literally so good*chefs kiss* i love angst*chefs kiss* i love drama*chefs kiss* i just love the whole rewind series*chefs kiss*

Anonymous said: BITCHIN’ PART 6 EXCUSE ME STOP TRYING TO HURT MY FEELINGS IM NOT READY FOR THE ANGST

ppampin said: so yesterday i read bitchin pt. 6 three times in a row because it was just so good and now i can't wait to pt. 7 to come out

Anonymous said: Finally got to read bitchin 6, WTF IS GOING ON!? I’m so confused!! Do I trust my so called boyfriend or do I trust “girl code” by my boo’s ex who tried to scare me away from my boo the first time we met ??!!?

Anonymous said: i really need to know something about bitchin 🤔 is kiri a bitch or we don't have feminine rivalry here? help me out rose

Anonymous said: It is almost 1 am in here and I have a morning class but guess who is gonna binge re read all the Bitchin because the last chapter was so good?? 🤔

Anonymous said: I’m so ready for you to break our hearts in bitchin. I live for the angst 😭😭😪

Anonymous said: Rose you are KILLING ME with this story like I'm not even caught up on my favorite TV shows this week but goddammit I still made time for Bitchin' 💕💕💕

cheeky-kookie said: Girl I am sooooo fucking happy with Bitchin' 6. Like I love the small progressions Jungkook is having coming to terms with his actual feelings with Y/N. Also btw, loving the whole Yara/Tae moments going on ;) As always, I'm in love. Thank you for blessing us with this masterpiece

Anonymous said: Rosie !! I just read Bitchin’ and BIIIIITCH you have my feelings on a rollercoaster !!!!!! I’ve never been so invested in a fanfic like this and imma tell you how much I appreciate you for putting your work out on the internet. Especially for free like wtf ! Your writings are some quaLITY shit that I would purchase without hesitation 👌🏽👏🏽 I was wondering if you ever considered going into the writing career ? Anyways have a lovely day 💛�� -MC

Anonymous said: This ch 6 getting all the attention away from my precious zombie Jungkook 😤 But who am I to say I love Bitchin😂😍 This Kiri better not be playing dirty games we are already not in good terms with her 🧐 And why is nobody talking about the fact that Y/N finally got her event she dreamed of?? Congrats girlll 🎊🎉🥳👌👏

Anonymous said: EXCUSE ME DID I READ THAT U SAID BITCHIN WILL BE ANGSTY FROM HERE ON OUT WBAT MY HEART I CANG FJSHSHDJS

sapphireprinces5 said: I am 1000% not ready for angst between the precious y/n and Jungkook in Bitchin’ omfg i’m honestly terrified and going to buy some tissues from the cvs across the street

Anonymous said: I JUST FINISHED READING BITCHIN 6 AND JUNGKOOK PLS TELL ME THAT JUNGKOOK IS OVER KIRI )))): he couldn’t have been lying about the way he felt for y/n even though it was reheated, right??? I’m SADD. But Rose, you are so beyond talented!!! I love reading your works!!!

Anonymous said: Ok, Rose you gotta let me know if Bitchin’ will have a happy ending, because I don’t know if my emotions can handle an upseti spaghetti ending. Anywho I love you and your writing, everything is chefs kiss. 💗

Anonymous said: bitchin will have 10 parts?????? ma'am u got the power

Anonymous said: OKAY SO BITCHIN’ IS AMAZING AND LIKE— I LOVE (1) DUMB “”””COUPLE”””” Your writing is amazing omg

Anonymous said: Me: already read bitchin completely You: reblogs pt.6 Me: a little refresher wouldn’t hurt 👀

Anonymous said: I wish u the best during your hiatus!!! Take lots of care bby :3 Just wanted to tell you how much I love the 'Bitchin' series, I'm shooketa at how well written it is. Y/N is a really refreshing character, especially as an STEM major myself, it's so relatable to some extent, especially when it comes to appreciating compliments about your inteligence, that really got me, since it's kinda unsual. I hope I found a Jungkook one day then :') jk, but really, I absolutely loved it, you're the best!!!

Anonymous said: hi just so u r aware if u make the end of bitchin’ sad i will cry. that will be on u. my tears will be UR fault.

Anonymous said: i just wanted to say thank you. when bitchin’ came out, there was a part where y/n talks about why she hated her twin sisters. it was comforting to know that i wasn’t alone in feeling uncool or boring. i never brought up my brother because i thought people would see how uncool i was and so i put my effort into school instead. thanks for bringing me comfort and for pushing me to love myself more and to change my viewpoints on the parts of myself i view as boring!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛🌼

this made me :’))) i love knowing that you can find comfort in my characters!!! there is a little piece of me in all my characters but I do try to make them all somewhat different so that other people can relate. best of luck lovely!!

purplealiensblog said: Yo ily and cant wait for the next chapter of bitchin but i have to share: i got a notif on a new chapter and was all excited and then i discover its tumblr being glitchy again and notifying me on the last one :( i hope you will find time soon to write the rest and thank you for writing i love your work🥰♥️

Anonymous said: BITCH I JUST FINISHED READING BITCHIN IN JUST ONE DAY AND NOW I’M CRYING BECAUSE THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME!!!.!.!.! (also sorry my bad englisheu i’m not native lmao)

Anonymous said: HELLO LOVELY AAAAAAAA IM HAPPY YOURE BACK 😩 are u reallyback tho? Hehe im so shookt with the new chapter of bitchin’ has me yearning for more😭 im def a proud bitchinator😔👏 tHANK YOU FOR THIS GIFT BEFORE CHRISTMAS😃 WE LOVE U!!!!💜 we MISSED YOU!! 💜 i hope u are loved and happy and cared for! 💜K

Anonymous said: Hi there !!I hope your doing well ! Taking your time to recover and work on yourself I literally just finshed bitchin to the last update and oof I just gotta tell you what the f How do you write the characters so well... I love me some good characterization like oof ICANNOT JJK IS SO I WANNA SMOOSH HIM IN MY ARMS LIKE PLEASE THE STORY IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING HAHA I HOPE IM NOT SCARING YOU WITHMY CAPSLOCK I just wish to sincerely get my excitement across hahaha I love you boo take care x

nonecesitodenadie said: I rarely send asks but... I'm reading bitchin and I'M LOVING IT, really it's amazing i hope that you can continue it, i send you much love and thanks for your work you're so talented 🥺❤️

Anonymous said: can i just say bitchin' is honest to god such a good good good fic like i'm so in l*ve with it 😩 i've probably reread it thrice waiting for a new update ): i also happen to love your other works so much as well!!

sydney--chan said: Okay so no cap yesterday I was talking to my friend (who also reads your work) about me and my bf n she was like "he loves you the way Bitchin' jk loves Y/N aND I SOBBED ROSE IT MADE ME CRY FOR HOURS

usagionthem00n said: Lol I know you’ve been kinda quiet on here BUT IM HERE TO PLATONICALLY HARASS U???(tbh idk I’m just trying to find a reason to bother you) I-I miss u 👉👈 HOPE THIS POST MADE U SMILE ILL BE BACK BITCH (Um speaking of bitches I still need to join the bitchinators :/) I PROMISE ILL GET TO IT!!!

Anonymous said: HIIII! so, one night I spent about two hours trying to find another great Jungkook story... I was losing hope in finding one BUT THEN I FOUND “BITCHIN” and omg it’s amazing, I absolutely love it!!!!! take care always, have a great day!! thank you for creating such a beautiful story.

Anonymous said: Can I just say.... bitchin is so good! like it’s been so long since I’ve liked a fic as much as bitchin??!!? Everything about it has me like :)))) so yes just wanted to let u know hehe

Anonymous said: IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED W THE “BITCHIN” SERIES YOU DONT EVEN KNOW 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

SO MANY OF U LOVIN ON BITCHIN!! MAYHAPS IM OVERWHELMED (in the best way possible). Thank u everyone who sent an ask in, i am the happiest bean in bed rn reading all these asks C:

#ask #I DID ITTTTT #jk tho there are actually a few more ones about bitchin but imma make another post I think #Anonymous

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silverangel19 · 7 years ago

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Evening Hour

Don’t question my choice of title. I’m horrible at it. It was initially Evening Photograph but then I’m just like wtf no why can’t I think of good titles. This fandom needs more HayaRyuu content and I’d like to contribute with this small fic. It’ll also be posted on Ao3 later today if anyone wants to read it from there. It’s fluff, no smut. I don’t write smut. Enjoy~

“Thanks for your help, Kashima-kun.”

“No problem, sensei. I’m glad to be of help. I’ll be taking my leave now, excuse me.” Ryuuichi hurriedly gathered his stuff and jogged out the classroom.

He was running a bit late. He had just finished helping out the teacher and was on his way to the daycare room. As he reached the room, he slid open the door, only to find no one inside. He blinked, and looked around the room, wondering if maybe the kids were having a game of hide-and-seek.

As minutes passed, worry was starting to seep in and he was debating whether or not he should look for them or if he should just wait patiently for them to come back from wherever they went. Ryuuichi knew that Usaida was very well capable of taking care of the kids, but sometimes it gets a little worrisome not knowing their whereabouts.

It was only then he remembered that he had a phone and calmed down a little. He could just call Usaida and ask him about it. He hasn’t really been using the phone Obaa-san had given him. After nearly a year of not having a phone with him, the habit of checking his phone dissipated.

‘As thanks from before.’

The memory of Hayato resurfaced and Ryuuichi couldn’t help but smile softly as he stared dazedly at the phone in his hand. He was shook out of his thoughts when the phone rang, echoing loudly in the empty room. He jumped at the sound and fumbled to receive the call, quickly glancing at the caller before picking it up.

“Hello, Usaida-san?”

“Ah, Ryuu-chan. You’re done with school now, right? The kids couldn’t wait any longer so I took them out for a walk a while ago. We should be back in another hour or so. We’re with Inomata-chan, by the way. Apparently they’re free to use the room for the whole day so the cooking club is making some sweets for them. If you want to, you can stop by the cooking room.” Usaida’s voice spoke from the receiver.

“Oh, sure- “, Ruuichi paused and looked at the time. Hayato was about done with his club activities. He looked down at his bag and was reminded of the chemistry homework given by Hebihara-sensei. Hayato does well in this subject and was surprisingly patient and helpful when teaching him. Ryuuichi had planned to do it together with him when the kids were having their nap time. Then again, he also hadn’t expected to be called out to assist his teacher in something. By the time he was finished, the kids had woken up from their naps.

‘Since they’re out now and Hayato is coming over soon…’

“…It’s fine, Usaida-san. I could use this time to get my work done. Hayato and I will be here when you guys get back. Have fun with the kids.” Ryuuichi said and laughed as he heard a mixture of ‘I want to talk to Ryuu!’ and ‘It’s Ryuuuuu!!’ in the background.

“Okay, we’ll bring back snacks for you guys. Enjoy your time with Hayato~” Usaida responded teasingly and hung up before Ryuuichi could even say goodbye.

“…Right.” Ryuuichi sighed, placing the phone in his bag. He walked over to the side of the room, taking out his worksheets.

It’s been ten minutes and he hasn’t done a single question. Looking at the equations and formulas got him a little sleepy. Ryuuichi rubbed his eyes and leant back on the book shelf behind him. He looked up to the sound of the door opening.

In came Hayato with his baseball cap still on, panting slightly with his face flushed and a light sheen of sweat plastered on his skin.

Ryuuichi’s heart beat a little faster at the sight. He swallowed and averted his gaze for a moment before flitting back towards Hayato.

“H-hey, Hayato. Usaida and the kids are out for a walk. They’re currently at the cooking club right now, and will probably be back in another hour.”

Hayato grunted and took off his cap, plopping down next to Ryuuichi, sitting close to him. Close enough that their shoulders brushed against each other with every small movement. Ryuuichi didn’t mind it, and hoped that Hayato didn’t too. The musky scent of Hayato was oddly comforting, a pleasant tingle ran down Ryuuichi’s body, and he had to resist the urge to lean closer.

The two of them had grown close with each passing day, so much so that their classmates would question them if one was not present with the other. They were always a pair. Walking to class together and having lunch together. They were comfortable with the other’s presence and enjoyed each other’s company, with lingering gazes and soft touches that were occurring more frequently as time passed. They have even started calling each other by their first names. It had been quite embarrassing, especially the first time, to freeze up or get flustered as they stuttered out their first names. Since then, they have gradually gotten used to it and are now completely fine being on first-name basis with each other.

Ryuuichi glanced to the side to look at his friend. Hayato was breathing a little heavily, his eyes were half-mast and looked about ready to flake out.

“Are you okay, Hayato?” Ryuuichi asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he gently placed a hand on Hayato’s shoulder.

“I’m fine. There’s a competition coming up in a month and our coach has been training us harder than usual. He’s hoping our team would win for real this time.” Hayato replied nonchalantly.

‘It must be some really grueling training if even Hayato is feeling this tired from it.’ Ryuuichi thought as he looked down at the worksheets spread on his lap. ‘I should let him rest… I’ll just figure this out on my own for the time being.’

Hayato took a look at the papers and textbooks on Ryuuichi’s lap and huffed. “You need any help?”

“Eh? No, no, I’m fine! I can do it myself, you should get some sleep before they come back!” Lies. He was totally not fine. Ryuuichi had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

“…I know this particular topic is more difficult than the one before, even I find it a bit challenging.” Hayato raised a brow questioningly, not believing a single word Ryuuichi said.

Ryuuichi rubbed a hand behind his neck and chuckled nervously. “Uh…”

“Come on, I’ll teach you.” Hayato took the paper from his lap and looked at the questions.

“It’s really okay, Hayato- “

“Ryuuichi.”

Golden amber eyes stared hard at him before they softened. Hayato shook his head and sighed in both exasperation and fondness, giving a soft knock to Ryuuichi’s head. “Hurry up before they come back.”

They were silent for a moment until Ryuuichi broke it, smiling brightly. “Thank you, Hayato!”

Hayato looked away, a small blush painted his cheeks. “Whatever.”

They spent the next half an hour doing their work. Ryuuichi hanging onto every word Hayato said as he taught him and Hayato explaining to him calmly despite the usual grumpiness he gets whenever he was tired. Hayato was done teaching him and was now just looking over his work as Ryuuichi worked diligently on it, making sure he wouldn’t make any mistakes.

Ryuuichi was half way through the last question when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to find Hayato asleep, a serene expression on his face.

Ryuuichi was slightly surprised. It was the first time seeing Hayato asleep like this, on him no less.

‘He looks so peaceful… Not at all scary.’ Ryuuichi lips quirked up into a smile as he patted the soft raven strands. Hayato mumbled a little in his sleep and leant into the touch.

Ryuuichi held back a giggle, not wanting to wake him up. ‘He can be quite cute at times.’

With Hayato this close, the scent of him was even stronger. It really was a nice smell. Ryuuichi felt himself relaxed even more, his eyes were starting to droop, the warmth next to him tempting him into a blissful slumber.

‘Ahh… and I was almost done with it…’ Ryuuichi’s sight of his chemistry work was blurring, letters and formulas becoming a jumbled mess of black and white. He gave in and drifted off as well, head atop the other and fingers laced together.

‘I’ll just doze for a while, and wake up before they’re back…’

Inui, who was passing by the daycare room, had looked inside, and nearly shouted.

“What? Wh-what is this!?” He whisper-yelled to himself and moved closer to the window. He took in the sight of Hayato and Ryuuichi sleeping closely side by side, and he suddenly remembered an incident that happened not too long ago.

An image of a Kamitani wrapping his arms around a cross-dressed Ryuuichi popped into his mind.

‘This is my woman. You better give up.’

‘If you ever dare to hit that person when you talk to them, I’ll send you flying to the sky.’

“Wait, so they weren’t acting? Shit, are they together? They’re really dating?! But they are both guys!” Inui rambled on to himself, making a mixture of expressions and strange noises, causing him to receive weird looks from the people who passed by.

“I feel like I just intruded an intimate moment… No, no, no! Why am I thinking of this?? Argh, I should just forget about it already! What they do is none of my business!” Inui nodded to himself determinedly and started speeding away.

‘But… should I congratulate them or something, maybe?’ Inui slowed down as he thought about it before shaking his head furiously and running off again.

Usaida took his time strolling back to the daycare room with the kids in tow, and Midori strapped to his back. As they neared the room, the toddlers started running excitedly towards the door, eager to give the sweets they got from the girls in the cooking club.

Usaida took one look at the see through window by the door and his eyes widened at the sight before him.

Before the kids could open the sliding door and rush in, Usaida stopped them. “Nope, nope. Hold up, I gotta take this. Stay quiet and don’t make a single noise, okay?” For once, the toddlers obeyed and listened to him, looking up at him curiously.

He took out his phone and went in the room. The four toddlers followed behind him and peeked through his legs. Kotarou letting out a small ‘Nii-cha?’.

“Heh, this is some good blackmail material.” Usaida snickered as he positioned his phone at the right angle.

“Hmmm, it feels even more lovey-dovey with this evening lighting.” He hummed and tapped his phone. The kids were murmuring something about ‘Kamita’ and ‘Ryuu’ and ‘lovey-dovey’ below him.

The camera shutter went off loudly. For a second there, Usaida thought they might’ve woken up, yet the two boys still slept soundly, unaware of the audience in front of them.

‘I wonder if I could sell this to that weird secretary butler man…’

Ryuuichi and Kotarou were now in the dining room back at home, drinking the tea that Saikawa-san had prepared. Strawberry juice, in Kotarou’s case.

Saikawa came in with a plate of beautifully decorated biscuits in his hands. He placed them down onto the table and then proceeded to ask about his day. All was fine until Saikawa mentioned Hayato’s name.

“Ryuuichi-sama and Hayato-sama do indeed make a great pair.”

Ryuuichi nearly spat out his tea. He coughed into his fist and asked what Saikawa meant.

Saikawa smiled and took out a piece of what seemed to be a photo from his suit pocket, and presented it to him.

In the photo, was Ryuuichi and Hayato. The evening light that cast through the window gave a soft orange glow around the two sleeping boys. The whole picture gave off a tranquil feeling to it.

It was only then did Ryuuichi realise the positions they had been in. Hayato had his head resting on Ryuuichi’s shoulder, and Ryuuichi’s face was partially covered by the black hair where he had laid his own head on. In the picture, Ryuuichi could clearly see that their hands were intertwined together.

The longer he stared at the picture, the warmer his cheeks felt.

“Nii-cha! Face… red…” Kotarou pointed out in his usual soft tone, eyes sparkling at the rare sight of his brother’s scarlet hue.

Indeed, Ryuuichi’s face was flushed a bright red. So red that it could compete with the strawberry juice in Kotarou’s hands.

“Where did you get that, Saikawa-san?!” Ryuuichi stood up abruptly, the photo falling from his hands.

“No worries, Ryuuichi-sama. The both of you are very photogenic. This photo is not anything but beautiful. It pleases me to see you in such a comfortable state in another’s presence.” Saikawa assured him.

“Th-that’s not what I meant…” Ryuuichi trailed off.

“Usaida-sama seems to have good skills in photography. I will most definitely make further purchases from him in the future.” Saikawa said as he picked the photo up and showed it to Kotarou when he asked to look at it.

“Nii-cha… and Kami-cha… good!” Kotarou exclaimed with a huge grin on his face after having seen the photo.

“K-Kotarou…”

“I shall make a wall of photos dedicated to you and your loved ones. Ryuuichi-sama, we shall make more good memories together. I am sure the Chairman will be glad to have some family photos up in this household. I shall also prepare some red bean rice for dinner, this is indeed a splendid occasion to…” Saikawa’s voice grew softer as he headed back towards the kitchen, leaving Ryuuichi in his flustered state.

“Eh? W-wait, you don’t need to do that! Saikawa-san-!”

In the Kamitani household, the two brothers were watching some random show on the television while eating the apples that their mom prepared for them.

“Hey, Aniki!”

“Mm.” Hayato chewed on his apple, his eyes still on the screen, not bothering to give his full attention on Taka.

“Are you and Ryuu lovey-dovey?” Taka asked, using the word that he heard from Usaida.

Hayato choked on his apple.

Lol I hope that ending wasn’t too abrupt xD Also, sorry that the kids didn’t make much of an appearance. It’s been over a year since I’ve written anything and Wow I suck. I forgot how hard it was to write a 1k fic, let alone 2k. I’ve been working on it since yesterday and I’m honestly surprised that I managed to get it done now instead of procrastinating. I hope you guys liked it! :D

#gakuen babysitters #hayaryuu #kashima ryuuchi #kamitani hayato #my fic #inui hiroyuki #usaida yoshihito #saikawa keigo

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hayjeon · 7 years ago

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Girls Like You (ft. Jeongguk)

→ badboy!jk, jock!au, prequel (part 2) to You Who [M] (part 1 here) → 8k words, (lots of fluff, slight smut, tiny bit angst)

A/N: Yay! Thank you everyone for enjoying the badboy!jk couple! You Who was my first fic to get to 1k notes, and after uploading the prequel pt. 1, I reached 1k! Thank you everyone again, I’ll be following up with a post soon! :)

In the meantime, go check out my other tae fic, Give and Take, that I uploaded as another surprise :) It’s a similar au that I wrote before this prequel, so I think you guys’ll like it!

You woke up with raging headache and you squinted your eyes at the sun shining through your blinds as you sit up. Grabbing your phone, you see the time 10:42 am along with other texts from Jihyo and Jungyeon. Groaning, you thank the stars that its Saturday morning and you have no other obligations today. You walk over to the kitchen and grab yourself a cup of water and chug it and rub your eyes.

Your roommate walks out and laughs at your state. “Rough night?”

You squint at her. “Oh god, I don’t even remember how I got home.”

Nayeon frowns at you, “You don’t? I was next door, and I heard you talking with Jeongguk. Seems like he put you to bed then.”

You scrunch your eyebrows. You distinctly remember going to get drinks after Jeongguk told you about the divorce, but everything after the moment you left the food truck was blurry. You gag, and clutch your mouth as you run to the restroom and empty your stomach into the toilet bowl. Nayeon just follows you silently and pats your back as you cough. “Damn, haven’t seen you get drunk in a really long time.”

You groan, flushing and grabbing your toothbrush. “Ugh, I remember why I hate drinking, I’m a fucking lightweight and hangovers suck.”

You finish brushing your teeth and grab your phone to send Jeongguk a quick text as you eat your cereal.

[To: JK, 11:01 AM] Hey, thanks for bringing me home last night. Ugh, I have a horrible headache :(

Usually Jeongguk is quick to respond, but even after finishing your cereal and getting out of a long hot shower, your phone is silent. You assume he’s busy with practice and reply to Jihyo and Jungyeon.

[To: group message, 11:32 AM] Hi, im awake

[From: Jihyo, 11:33 AM] good morning sleeping beauty, it’s been a while since u woke up so late

[To: gm, 11:33 AM] Sorry i got shit drunk last night :( and i passed out until now

[From Jungyeon, 11:33 AM] uh WTF with who? tfti

[To: gm, 11:34 AM] jeongguk

[From: Jungyeon, 11:35 AM] ugh I told you to be careful of him! what if he like convinced u into sex or something?!

[To: gm, 11:35 AM] ugh shut up he even put me in bed, relax

[From: Jihyo, 11:37 AM] just be thankful it wasn’t his bed

[To: gm, 11:37 AM] omg its not a big deal stop

[From: Jihyo, 11:37 AM] its so obvi u like him, we’re just trying to protect you.

[From: Jungyeon 11:38 AM] ya...heard from lisa today that the rumor is true. he humped and dumped jennie the other night

[From: Jihyo, 11:38 AM] omg... srsly, why do you even like him?

You set down your phone with a groan, curling up in your sheets, feeling a bit sick again at the reminder of the fact that Jeongguk did not see you as anything other than a friend. Which explains why he was okay with tucking you in with no problem and fucking a gorgeous girl like Jennie. You sighed as you closed your eyes.

Jeongguk growls as he benches another five pounds on his personal best. Gritting his teeth he lifts the bar once, twice, before clanging it back on the original position, his phone lying discarded next to him. What a fucking joke.

It was just his luck that you were too drunk to remember what exactly had happened. Just his luck that he ended up falling for the one girl that was exactly the kind of girl who deserved more than guys like him. You understood him, you were independent, kind, real, smart, sassy, funny, and everything he’d wanted in a girl. But he was the kind of guy who did one-night stands, who ended up unknowingly winning the bet on who got to fuck Jennie first, played football and was forced to attend huge parties where he got piss drunk again and ended up waking up with a ranging headache and an unknown body naked next to him. Rinse, and repeat.

He never intended for it to become like this. What started as just getting accustomed to the team and its dynamics ended up in him developing an ego much too big for him to control, and a sex drive that he indulged too much. And now, it was too late. For once, he’d found something he wanted to prove himself to, pouring into his studies to impress you and convince you that he wouldn’t fuck you over like other athletes, and going lengths to salvage a friendship with you instead of scaring you off with the rumors of him being a fuckboy. The actions he did were genuine, he loved being able to walk you home to spend just a few more minutes with you, and tried his hardest to never miss your food truck nights. Whenever he saw you struggling with the huge textbooks, he found it natural to just sling his football bag over his shoulder and grab it from you, the thankful gleam in your eye when you smiled at him a much more than generous prize for his actions.

You were different. You were honest, yet kind. You were funny, but still he found it so easy to just spill all his thoughts and concerns to you. You were so, so smart and diligent, and he really thought it was your most attractive feature, how driven you were on accomplishing something. And most important to him, was the fact that you knew him. He’d scrolled through your other texts that night, seeing how you defended him against your friends’ quite valid accusations about him. And his heart sank when he realized you harbored feelings for him since a while ago, feeling that he returned but was too much of an asshole to own up to.

Because you truly deserved better.

He was pumping again when Shownu walked up to him, offering to spot him. Jeongguk nodded and continued pumping the bar. The older boy commented, “Hey, so, you know that girl you’ve been hanging out with recently? Y/N?”

Jeongguk pauses, “What about her?”

Shownu grins, “Well Wonho and I have a bet going on to see which one of us can a nerd’s virginity first. And since you know this girl, wanna hook me up?”

It all happens way too fast. Jeongguk slams the bar down in its place and gets up from the bench and lunges at Shownu, landing a hard punch straight on the linebacker’s jaw and kneels on top of him with his hands at the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you fucking dare to try that shit with her! I’ll fucking kill you!” He yells out, shaking the guy.

The other guys training in the gym run over, grabbing the quarterback and yanking him away from Shownu, who’s bleeding from a busted lip. Smirking he taunts Jeongguk. “Why, you like her or something? Ha! Should’ve known your style was a cutesy little quiet nerd like her.”

Jeongguk lunges again, but Jimin is there to pull his arms back. “Yo, bro, quit it. If coach sees, you’ll be off the team.” He mutters, and Jeongguk calms down, breathing heavily. He yanks his arms away from the boys and stomps towards the locker room.

Jimin looks at Shownu who smirks at Jeongguk’s retreating figure. He’s never seen the younger one so angry before. “Not cool man.” He glares at the linebacker before jogging after Jeongguk.

He finds the younger player sitting on the locker benches, his head in his hands.

“Hey, bro, you ok?” He sits besides Jeongguk and waits for him to respond.

“I’m fine.” He grits out and Jimin frowns. “Uh, well, you’re clearly not, so I’m not gonna leave until you tell me what’s been up your ass this whole time.”

When Jeongguk doesn’t respond, Jimin carefully tests the waters. “Is it... is it Y/N?”

Jeongguk stands up, grabbing his towel and heading towards the showers. “I don’t want to talk about it hyung.”

Jimin watches him leave and glances at his phone on the bench. In the lock screen is another unopened message that Jeongguk probably hasn’t seen yet.

[From: Y/N, 12:43 PM] Hey, are you ok? Can we talk?

So he gets an idea and swipes the message open, using the quick reply option to text back a response before tucking it into the pocket of Jeongguk’s duffel bag.

[To: Y/N, 12:44 PM] Yeah, meet me at the game tonight. We can talk after. Wear my jersey.

You’re a bit giddy at the thought of finally going to one of Jeongguk’s games. Apparently, according to Nayeon, getting invited to a football player’s game wa a pretty big deal. In addition, wearing his jersey was also a pretty clear sign of interest. A glimmer of hope was in your chest, because Nayeon also mentioned that no girl had been invited to Jeongguk’s games, and better yet, he’d never invited any girl to wear his jersey before.

Not even Jennie. So you smile as you check your hair, curled to perfection, once last time and smooth the jersey over your jean shorts. You’d paired some regular black converse with the look and a white t-shirt underneath the jersey to make the emerald green and yellow colors pop. Turning around, you smile at the large 58 with “JEON” stitched over it. Someone had dropped off the jersey at your door, and you suspected it was the one who lived three floors up.

You check your phone and text Jihyo and Jungyeon that you’re on your way as you hitch a ride with them to the game. They, despite being quite studious, were still into the football games and went often. So you decide to sit with them. The bleachers are already packed when the three of you arrive, and Jihyo breaks off to go buy your snacks, and you and Jungyeon go to find some good seats. Thankfully, theres a small space for the three of you pretty close to the middle front, and you plop down before someone else can get it.

Jihyo returns and you three chew on your nachos and hot dogs happily as you watch the game. You avoid their prying questions about your jersey and watch as Jeongguk literally owns the team. The stands erupt in cheers as he scores another touchdown, and he doesn’t even give them a glance as he runs back to center. You scream along with them, pumping your fists into the air and yelling his name.

But he doesn’t even look your way, though, you note with a disappointed purse of your lips.

Maybe its because he’s so into the game, you think, and you stand up to go to the restroom when halftime is called.

You’re standing in line for a refill of your drink per sans Jihyo’s request, when someone taps you on your shoulder. You whirl around to see someone in a jersey with a helmet on so you smile widely.

“Jeongguk?”

The figure whips his helmet off and only then, you recover from your excitement and realize that this guy is shorter than Jeongguk and has a different number on his jersey. A handsome guy, with red lips and sweaty black hair smiles down at you. “Hey, Y/N right?”

You nod hesitantly, gripping the cups in your hand. Since when did football boys know your name? “Uh, yeah. And you are?”

He tucks his helmet under his arm. “Wonho. Nice to meet you. What brings you here? Jeongguk?”

You nod, biting your lip as you take his outstretched hand. He holds on a little too long for your liking. “Um, yeah.”

He smirks down at you, licking his lips. Other people in the line are glancing at the receiver chatting up the girl who had Jeongguk’s jersey on. “You guys dating or something?”

You frown, “Uh, no, but it’s none of your business.”

He holds up two defensive hands. “Woah, my bad. It’s just because I wanna get to know you a little better. How about you come to the afterparty?”

“What afterparty?”

He cocks his head as he hears a whistle, signaling for him to make his way back. “Basically, this team here is good, but we beat them every single year. We have parties whenever we win, and Jeongguk will be there too! You should come! Just hitch a ride with anyone and they’ll be going to Seokjin’s house. That’s where the party’ll be!”

When you hesitate, he just throws another smirk at you as he jogs backwards. “See ya there!” He turns and runs towards the pit. And you step up to your spot in line, confused, but a little excited.

As expected, your college’s team wins with an easy victory, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Jimin yells into the mic about the party, and the football team disappears into the pit. You try to follow, to try and get a conversation with Jeongguk and congratulate him, but you’re swept away by the rush of people getting out of the stands and into the carpools to Seokjin’s party. Sighing, you give up and hitch a ride with some girls from your math class to the house.

It’s a huge mansion, the frat house, and is already booming with music and drunken people are dancing lewdly when you enter. It’s your third time at a party like this, and you recall why you haven’t forced yourself to come again to something like after the second. Parties like this weren’t your thing, and you hated how hot and claustrophobic it felt and how loud these things were.

But you tack on a smile as you see the football boys getting out from their trucks in the parking lot a few minutes later, freshly showered and greeting the guests with handshakes and loud cheers. Before you can spot Jeongguk though, Wonho, from earlier jogs up to you with a wide smile.

You can’t help but feel a tiny bit cautious around him, something about him was so off-putting. But he greets you politely, and smiles as he maneuvers you away from the entrance of the house and towards the kitchen. You look back to try and catch a glimpse of Jeongguk, but he’s quite insistent, so you let him guide you away. Leaning against the bar, he asks, “So how are you liking the party.”

You bite your lip as you eye the dance floor and the overflowing drinks. “Um, I just got here so...” He notices your hesitation and smiles, “Well, then you gotta drink!” Ignoring your protests, he walks away from the counter, claiming to grab you a drink. You watch him leave with a pout, wanting to just go find Jeongguk.

You sit down on a stool, observing your surroudings. The large living room has been converted into a dance floor, the DJ on the second floor bouncing along with the crowd to a loud beat that’s ringing in your skull. You can see couples giggling and jogging up the steps to hide away in one of the countless rooms, or making out furiously in the corners. In the dining room, there are boys who are chanting, “Drink drink drink!” at the new frat boy recruits, holding the poor kids above their heads as they stick a tube into his mouth and force him to chug the bag of beer. On the dining table, some people are doing body shots. You cringe as in the den you can see some guys whipping off their shirts and girls giggling as they remove theirs too in a game of strip poker.

Was this the kind of world that Jeongguk enjoyed when he wasn’t hanging out with you? You frown as people elbow you and bump into you as they drunkenly stagger towards the dance floor, regret rising in you as you strain your neck to see where Jeongguk is. But he’s nowhere to be found.

Actually, he’s sitting in the living room, in a corner where a few couches are clustered, sipping on his drink as he boredly ignores the chatter of the annoying girl next to him. He shakes off her arm when she gets too close, and rolls his eyes when she leaves with a huff. Jimin notices and plops down next to him. “Bro, you feeling better after the game?”

Jeongguk finishes off his cup with a glare. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin is drunk, clapping Jeongguk on the shoulder. “Well, you won, and Y/N was there to see it and all!”

Jeongguk whips his head to him. “What did you say?”

Jimin laughs again, too drunk to see his mistake. “I invited her to the game since you were too much of a little dramatic pussy to actually invite her yourself. She wore your jersey and everything!”

Jeongguk stood up, knocking Jimin off his balance. “Where is she?” But Jimin was too drunk to respond, and passed out against the couch.

“What the fuck?!” He grits out, grabbing his hair in frustration. There was a reason why he didn’t invite you to these things. It was because he didn’t want you to see how dirty these things were, and definitely after hearing what Shownu said the other day, didn’t want you fifty fucking feet near another football player.

Yugyeom, one of the nicer boys from the team pipes up from the corner. “I think she’s here, Jeongguk.” He says lowly, and Jeongguk gapes. “How the fuck did she get here?”

Yugyeom shrugs. “Not sure, but I saw her in the kitchen with Wonho hyung.”

“Fuck!” Jeongguk surges up and out of the living room with a start, and storms into the kitchen. He sees Wonho leaning into you with a smirk and offering you a cup and he runs up and knocks the red thing out of your hand before you can lift it up to your lips.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He seethes at you, and he hates how his gut clenches at your face that splits into a bright smile like a fucking thousand christmas lights. “Jeongguk!” You exclaim, as he surprises you. “Uh, Wonho here invited me.”

He turns to the smirking older male. Stepping up to him, he snarls, “You do anything to her, I’ll fucking kill you.” Wonho eyes the drink on the floor with a smirk and Jeongguk realizes with anger that the bastard had probably spiked the drink in order to win the bet. Glaring up at the male, he grabs his collar and growls, “I swear to god, you and Shownu better call off that fucking bet right now or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say anything with that dirty little mouth of yours.”

You jump up and grab onto Jeongguk’s arm, trying to pry him off of Wonho. “Jeongguk! Jeongguk, stop, it’s not a big deal! He was just being nice!”

Wonho just sleazily smiles and yanks Jeongguk’s hands off of him. “Hear that? I was just showing her around. No need to get your panties in a twist man.” Patting his collar off, he assures the collecting crowd that everything was okay before winking at you and walking towards the cheerleaders. Jeongguk tenses up and pulls you behind him when he winks, and when Wonho disappears out of sight, turns to you with a glare. He sees you wearing his jersey, and wonders how the fuck that fell into your hands and how fate had messed up and dragged you straight into the trap that he was dreading on you witnessing.

He grabs your wrist, ignoring the way you look up at him in slight fear, and drags you outside, where it’s decently quiet, away from prying eyes.

“Ow, Jeongguk, let go!” You hiss as he finally lets go of your hand. You cradle it to you, the skin there red from his tight grip. He’s angry, and you’re not exactly sure why.

“What’s your problem? You’re the one who invited me here and you’re acting like a little ass right now!” You yell, tears pricking your eyes.

He visibly softens at the sight and steps up to try and comfort you. “Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t me. One of the hyungs sent the text to you as a joke and dropped off my jersey to fool around with me.”

Your heart sank at the words. He was angry because he didn’t want you here, didn’t want people like you mixing in with his friends. He watches as your expression falls and realizes how you misunderstood his words.

“W-wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that, wait,” He reaches out for your hand again, but the angry tears are already falling and you wipe them away with your hand before glaring up at him. You whip off the jersey, leaving you in only your white t-shirt and tearily croak out, “No, Jeongguk, I get what you mean.” and turn away and run down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. He catches the jersey and groans as he turns to run after you, but suddenly the music gets louder and his teammates rush him.

They lift him up on their shoulders and throw him around, “Cheers to the quarterback! Drink! drink, drink!” They shove a shot into his hands and cheer as Jeongguk downs it, but by the time he comes back out and looks for your figure, you’re gone, the bus stop empty.

What he doesn’t know is that while you were waiting at the bus stop, you were waiting for him too. One word, one action, and you were ready to apologize. But then you’re hugging yourself as the weather gets a little too cold, and someone walks up to you.

“Well, isn’t it Y/N? The bitch that’s been dragging our Jeongguk-ie around on a leash.” You look up to see Jennie and her posse of girls glaring at you in their cheerleading outfits.

You stand up, frowning. “Excuse me?”

Jennie rolls her eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me, bitch. You call him your best friend and always try to get him to go on your little food truck dates. The entire school knows by now. What a joke.” Her friends titter as she smirks and continues, crossing her arms.

“Let me warn you. Stay the fuck away from him. You know he’s been missing out on some of the parties because of you? And because of that he’s also been missing out on getting to know the team and the cheer squad. And it’s all because of your stupid little dates and you dragging him to the library. Give him some space, and stop making his life into a little charity event.” With that, she turns on her heel and walks away. The bus pulls up with a screech, and you clamber on, numb and still reeling in shock.

You plop down on the seat, exhausted, and curl up in the corner and try to press yourself into as small of a ball as you can manage. Because the tears were coming, and this time, there was no one to hug you and make them go away.

Jeongguk wakes up again, recognizing the guest bedroom of the frat house, groaning as he rubs his eyes. It was 4 AM, and next to him a girl was passed out. With a glance at her face, he recognizes her as Rose, one of the girls from Jennie’s friend group and groans, realizing that this was going to cause ten times more drama than he wanted. Rolling out of bed, he grabs his clothes, a can of beer, and his phone and runs out, stepping over sleeping bodies and puddles of beer to get out of the house.

Last night was a mess. After you left, he threw himself into the alcohol, unable to man up enough to give you a call or even get in a taxi and try to find his way home, where he knows you’ll be. Because despite wanting to reach out and hug you close and reassure you that he’ll never hurt you again, is the nagging reality that literally, good girls like you deserved so much more than bad boys like him.

So he digs his hands in his pockets against the cold breeze and begins briskly walking towards home. By the time he reaches the area, the sun has begun rising and he swigs back the drink and stumbles up the stairs towards your apartment.

He collapses against it, forehead against the cool metal of your door, and bangs on it, yelling your name.

After his drunken antics, two girls open the door, that he recognizes through his haze as Jihyo, your close friend, and Nayeon, your roommate. They glare at him with squinted eyes, clearly having been woken up by his fuss.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jihyo hisses. She makes a move to shut the door, but Jeongguk grabs the handle and yanks it back. “Please,” he mutters, “I need to see her.”

Nayeon shakes her head. “She hasn’t been able to sleep all night because of you. Don’t you think it’s right to give her a little space?” When he doesn’t respond, she tries to close the door again but he slumps against the frame, croaking, “Please, please.” When they don’t budge and just glare down at him, he begins yelling drunkenly into the hall behind them. “Y/N?! Y/N! Please, please, let me explain myself!”

Jihyo and Nayeon try to wrestle the door from him, and you emerge, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He stops and freezes when he sees you, and you walk up to him, and your friends disappear into the bedrooms to give you some spac.

“What do you want, Jeongguk?” You whisper, and his heart sinks at the way your voice quivers.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to let you see me like that there,” he mumbles, still reeling from the drink. “I never invited you cause I didn’t want them to make bets on you,” he slurs, and you frown.

“Jeongguk, what are you even saying?”

He groans, slumping against the doorway. “’m just really scared of loosing you, that’s all...I really, you’re really m’ best friend ‘nd I like--” he slumps completely, and you scramble forward to catch him. Groaning under his weight, you steady yourself and call out to Jungyeon, and together, you both manage to shove him into the elevator and walk him to his apartment before letting him collapse onto the couch. He groans and mumbles your name and turns over, and you straighten up, glaring down at him with nothing to say.

Jungyeon groans, “I swear I’m gonna fucking neuter him if he even comes across my sight again. You don’t deserve to be hurt like this, Y/N.” At the last thought, the water works begin and large tears roll down your cheeks. She coos, “Aww, Y/N,” and holds you to her as you sob again, unsure of how to feel. She guides you out the door and tucks you into your own bed, watching as you cry yourself to sleep for the second time that night. Looking at the time, it was already way too early in the morning to go back to sleep, so she shakes Jihyo up and storms out of the house with a glare of determination.

“Okay, spit it out Park Jimin,” she snaps, crossing her arms at the frightened boy. “Or else I’ll literally grab the scissors over there in the cashier’s cup and jam it down your crotch.” Jimin glances nervously at the said cup and shakingly crosses his legs, cupping his family jewels.

“W-what’s going on?”

Jihyo rolls her eyes. “Oh, you know what’s going on. Why did you prank Y/N like that? We know you sent her the text with Jeongguk’s phone.”

He recalls the incident and winces. “Oh shit, my bad. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.”

Jihyo glares, leaning forward with a glare. “My bad? My bad is what you say when you come and go to sleep before I even get a chance to take my pants off. My bad is what assholes like you say when you make a tiny mistake, not screw someone’s entire reputation and life over!”

He holds his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay! Jeez, you’ll never let me live down that moment ever, won’t you?” Sighing, he leans forward. “I only sent that text to her because Jeongguk was being a little pussy. He clearly likes Y/N.”

Jungyeon stops, “Huh?”

Jimin nods, “He got really mad when Shownu and Wonho made a bet on who can get into a nerd’s pants first. So when Shownu asked Jeongguk to set him up with Y/N, he flipped.”

Jungyeon curls her lip in a sneer. “You guys are literally, so disgusting.”

Jimin nods sheepishly. “Well, I wasn’t part of it, so...yeah. But anyways, Jeongguk really likes her but he mentioned that he can’t make a move because he doesn’t want her to get a bad reputation from him. Did you guys say something to him that made him think like that?”

Jihyo frowns, “Uh...well like we do tell her that she deserves better than him, like, practically everyday.”

Jimin groans. “Of course you do. And you literally convinced him to back off from Y/N, when all of us know that they really like eachother.”

Jungyeon and Jihyo exchange guilty looks. “Well,” Jungyeon pipes up, “Jeongguk isn’t really doing a great job of convincing us he can treat Y/N better otherwise, so, there’s that!”

Jimin shakes his head. “Trust me, he’s a really good kid. It’s just that when he’s with the team, the older guys sort of pressure him to drink and go get girls and it just sort of happens.” He shrugs, “That’s the entire environment of the team. But trust me, Jeongguk is one of the more conservative ones and has started sleeping around less with anyone since he started hanging out so much with Y/N. The whole Jennie thing was a mistake. He does it often when he gets stressed out or mad.”

Jihyo sighs, “You can’t expect us to think a guy like that is okay for our friend, do you?”

Jimin shakes his head. “You know, I can’t convince you that he’s good enough for Y/N. Cause to be honest, from what I’ve seen, she’s a great girl and practically no one I know is good enough for her.” Your friends nod in agreement. “But what you have to do is trust her, that she likes Jeongguk for a reason and keeps him around for a good reason.”

They exchange looks as they nod slowly, uncrossing their arms.

“Hey, Y/N,” someone calls out, and you break out of your thoughts while sitting alone at the library. It felt too empty and cold there to get any work done anyway. When you catch sight of Jimin coming your way you sigh and turn back to your work.

“Woah, hey, hey. Please just give me a listen. Let me explain myself.”

You turn to him with a tired expression. “Explain what?”

He sits down, facing you with a solemn expression. “I-I just wanted to apologize.”

You lift your eyebrow and he continues. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like a prank. Jeongguk had just been moping around all day and not confronting his feelings for you and so I just wanted to help him out a little. I had no idea he wouldn’t notice you were at the game, and no idea you would come to the party.”

You run a hand through your hair. “I don’t really care about the text thing Jimin. I’m angry because of how Jeongguk acted at the party and how he’s just treating me like I don’t belong.”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t you understand? You don’t belong.” He raises a hand to stop you from cutting in as he continues, “You’re so much better and kinder and smarter than all of us, and people like us don’t deserve to hang out with girls like you. That’s why, Y/N, that’s why he didn’t want you to come to the party, because guys like Wonho were betting on who could get you into bed the fastest.”

“Th-they did what? A bet?!” You stutter, your breath coming out in short gasps.

He nods, “Yeah. They’re the seniors on our team so no one really says anything about it but they’re really douchebags.”

You think to how oddly nice Wonho was to you and scoff. They were really trashy human beings.

He leaves with a final statement. “Trust me, Jeongguk cares for you. But sometimes, people like you deserve better, so people like us try to stay away.”

Jeongguk stares down at the jersey in his hands, it still smelling slightly of your natural scent, and he fists the material as he grits his teeth. He missed you like crazy. Jimin had woken him up this morning and told him what chaos he made at 4 AM in the morning at your house and Jeongguk was so fucking pissed because even if he tried to, he couldn’t stay away from you.

“C’mon team, let’s go!” The coach yells and whistles and Jeongguk shrugs on his original game jersey on with a grimace, pulling on his helmet and mouthguard. He jogs out with his team, the stands erupting in cheers as the team runs out.

The team huddles and the coach reads out instructions for their plan of attack. Jeongguk was on the offense again this time as the quarterback. He zones out a bit as they yell coordinates, and Jimin pats him on the back.

“Hey, Jeongguk, you okay?”

He shakes his head, and Jimin pats his helmet. “Hey, do your best okay? She’s here.” He jogs away as Jeongguk whips off his helmet and mouthguard, and he turns around and scans the bleachers filled with people.

But there are too many people in the stands, and he can’t find you and his coach yells his name before he can jog over to see where you are.

You watch him from the sidelines, a hat stuffed over your eyes as you watch him hesitate as his eyes scan the bleachers. You duck your head even further until he runs off and joins his team and look back at him, the blaring 58 zipping across the field to take center position. Jimin had told you that Jeongguk was avoiding you because he felt like he wasn’t good enough, and if he was telling the truth, you were here to give Jeongguk one last chance.

All you wanted was some honesty. Because he probably had no idea how much you loved him, and how much you were willing to forgive everything he had done as long as he was willing to work with you.

Your mind wanders as the game progresses, drowning out the cheers and screams from the stands. You pick at the holes on your jeans as you watch the game progress, and get up to grab a drink. You step down the metals steps and slowly make your way to the concession stand, making sure to keep your cap low over your eyes.

Suddenly, a hand grabs you and whirls you around. You gasp in surprise as you spin around to see Wonho smirking down at you.

“Going somewhere?” He sleazily grins down at you, scanning your body shamelessly.

You yank your wrist out of his hand and face him with as fierce of a glare as you can muster. “Get the fuck away from me Wonho,” you hiss.

“Ooh, feisty,” he mewls, an arm slipping around your waist.

But you grab it and crack his fingers towards his wrist, and he yelps with a growl, and tries to get out of your grip, when you kick him right in the crotch. Jeongguk had once taught you to aim there in self defense. He groans and falls to his knees, clutching at his balls. “What the actual fuck,” he groans and glares up at you. You glare at him, and grab your drink and walk away with a smirk. “If I ever catch you doing shit like those stupid ass bets again on other women, I’ll quick you so hard you’ll never be able to fuck again.”

You walk out to the bleachers, expecting to see the game proceeding as usual, but no players are out running and are huddled at the corner of the field. You tap a girl who’s whispering with her friends. “Hey, I’m sorry, what happened?”

“Jeon Jeongguk got hurt!” She exclaims, pointing at the huddle. “The other quarterback ran into him really hard and he’s not getting up.

You drop your drink as you sprint towards the middle, but the fence prevents you from from running onto the field. You watch desperately as players and medics scurry around Jeongguk.

“Is it a concussion, coach?” One of the players asks.

The medic shakes his head. “I don’t think so. But I have no idea why he’s suddenly so weak.”

Jimin scrambles down and pats Jeongguk’s cheek. “Hey! Get up! Y/N is here! You can’t give up right now!” Jeongguk opens his eyes and pants heavily. Jimin helps him sit up, “There you go, she’s right there!” He points towards you and you watch as they yell something at Jeongguk before helping him up and point at you. You’re confused because you can’t hear anything, but Jeongguk nods at whatever Jimin yelled and gets up slowly, grabs a drink, and then faces you.

Everything stops, when he finally sets his sight on you, and he can see the worry on your face from halfway across the field. You’re gripping onto the fence and straining to see him. He musters up his courage, ignoring the way he was winded when the other quarterback slammed a bit too hard. But he was okay, and seeing you made everything even better. He smiles, and waves at you, and you burst into tears at the sight, relieved that he’s okay.

With that, he turns and grabs his helmet, his members encouraging him as he joins once again on the field.

He leans down, hands coming down to grip the grass. He remembers how you looked at him, desperate to see if he was okay. Jimin grunts out something, “Go get her, Jeongguk!” And begins yelling out instructions for the team. “Alright, 62, hike!”

“Right right right!” “Lets...go!” “Hold your block, hold it!” “Go!”

The whistle blows and the players rush at each other as the timer begins. Jeongguk grunts as he runs with the ball straight towards the goal post, and players jump and fall behind him, trying to grab his tail. His linebackers slam into the other boys, their shoulders slamming against shoulder pads and grunts echoing across the field.

He yells as he strains his legs to run as fast as he can, the time ticking as the game draws to a close in a few seconds. Grunts and yells echo behind him, but he can’t think of anything else as he runs and runs towards the two yellow bars in front of him. He tumbles as he runs past the white line on the grass, and the bleachers erupt in cheers as he makes it past the yard line the moment the clock buzzes 0.

But he drops the ball and doesn’t stop running, making a U-turn from the end of the field to come running straight to the bleachers. His teammates yell out for him, jogging after him towards the bleachers, but he doesn’t stop, because he has his sights on you.

He whips off his helmet, and finds you behind the fence, which he hops without a blink, and waits until he’s in front of you. You’re looking up at him with trembling lips and teary eyes, and he smiles down at you, you’re seriously the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He runs the last few steps and grabs you by the waist, lifting you clear off the stands and pressing you to his body. You begin crying, blubbering as he spins you and sets you down on the dirt of the field and leans down to hug you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from collapsing and another pressed on the middle of your back, pressing your chest to his.

And he sets you down, ignoring the whoops and hollers behind him. He cradles your cheek in his hand, leaning down to smile at you. You blubber, “Are you okay? You’re feeling okay? Jeon Jeongguk, I swear you had me worried sick I thought-”

He smiles and whips off your cap, swoops down, interrupting your crying, and presses his lips hard against yours. You gasp into the kiss as he swipes past your lips, moving his lips against yours with desperation and joy and happiness. He grits against your lips, his smile so wide he can’t kiss you properly. “I like you, Y/N. No, I think I love you. And I’ve been so stupid because I don’t deserve you. But I also don’t ever want to see you walk away from me again. I’m gonna fight for you.”

You smile up at him, tears still streaming down. “A-are you sure?”

He smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in another breathtaking kiss.

“I’m so sure.”

It’s the night of your one-year anniversary with Jeongguk, the first week of senior year, and you’re currently at his house to work on a group project together.

Correction: you’re currently making out with your boyfriend on his couch, the assignment forgotten on the kitchen table.

He groans as you perch on his lap and peck his lips teasingly, his hands coming up to grab your waist as a warning. You giggle and hold his cheeks as you lean down to press your lips hard against his, dipping your tongue against his lower lip and then nipping at it, earning another warning. “Y/N...”

You smile as you wrap your arms around him, and situate yourself a little more comfortably on his lap, while, is currently trying his hardest not to spring up a boner at the feeling of you wiggling your ass into his lap. His hands are on your waist though, and his body betrays him because he subconsciously digs his fingers into the small of your waist and presses you closer against his chest. He practically melts at how soft you are and how warm you feel against him, and tries to hold himself back. Even though it’d been a year since you’d made it official, and a blissful year at that, he’d been careful on how far you two went. He knew you had boundaries that you were careful about, and never wanted you to feel pressured into taking your relationship a bit further.

But with the way you kissed him and pressed your breasts to his chest and wiggled your hips against his crotch, his dick was saying otherwise.

“Fuck, Y/N, if you keep this up, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he groans as he distracts himself by kissing down your jaw, licking hesitantly at the crook near your ear, making you sigh above him.

You hesitate, thinking about how hard you thought about regarding taking your relationship with Jeongguk further. You were still a little scared, because you’d initially wanted to take it to the next step a while ago, but you also wanted to go slow. And on this night, when the moon was high up in the air and some stupid episode of some TV show was blaring in the background of his house, you were way, way too much in love with this man underneath you to think about anything else. It was the perfect moment.

You lean down, kissing him desperately. He groans again, and you detach from him, smiling down at him and thumbing his swollen lips and giggling at his blushing cheeks and overblown pupils.

“I-I think I’m ready.”

“W-What?” If possible, his eyes get even wider and his cheeks blush scarlet red as he gapes up at you.

“I love you, Jeon Jeongguk.” His hand comes up to swipe your hair away from your face, and he smiles. “I love you too. Are you sure?”

You lean down and wrap your arms around him, smiling as he lifts you up and carries you towards his bedroom.

In this moment, when his arms are around you and you’re in just your pajamas and he in his, everything feels so right.

“I’m so sure.”

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Jon, Looking Back, and “The Wars to Come”

So I have gotten close to ten asks since the episode about how either the Jon/Dany goodbye was “cold” or asking my opinion on why Jon “doesn’t look back” at Dany. So I’d like to address this and just give my two cents on their relationship development in 7.05 and the meaning/significance of their last words to each other on the beach. This is huge so I put it under a cut!

Jon and Dany both come to understand one another a lot better in this episode. I see it as important character development for both of them in terms of learning to trust the other. And while I’ve seen antis arguing that there is nothing in this episode to indicate Jon’s feelings for Dany, I couldn’t disagree more.

On her return from the loot train, Dany finds Jon standing on a cliff, presumably waiting for her.

(all gifs in this post were made by me unless otherwise stated :] )

And even then, he seems almost surprised she has returned from battle already. He says, “You weren’t gone long.” He didn’t really expect Dany to return yet but he was still out there gazing in the direction she would be coming from. Just in case . . .

Then he touches Drogon in what might be my favorite scene in the series yet. It’s such a huge moment for them both as I briefly talked about here. To me it signifies Jon’s trust in Dany. Say what you will, antis. If he thinks she’s crazy and mad, if he thinks that she sees him as a threat, I doubt he would walk up to her enormous, fire-breathing dragon when she’s sitting on top of it. Jon trusts Dany.

At the same time, Dany is absolutely amazed that Jon has the courage to not only stand his ground in front of a roaring Drogon, but to approach and then pet him. And as one of my anons pointed out, Drogon chose to accept Jon, too, in this moment. Jon is the first person we know of since Doreah to touch Drogon at all, and back then Drogon was smaller than my mom’s Pomeranian. So this is no small feat on Jon’s part.

It’s like Drogon can feel Dany’s attraction to Jon and Jon’s attraction to Dany, as well as sense Jon’s Valyrian blood. He accepts him into their little family in a way.

And we can see from their faces that Jon and Dany are both profoundly affected by this moment. ESPECIALLY Jon.

Jon teared up from the enormity of what it meant to touch a living dragon. I love the detail of him pulling his gloves off so he could actually feel Drogon’s skin for himself.

This was a bonding moment. It was incredibly intimate. He and Dany make eye contact while she is riding her DRAGON and he is the first man to touch that dragon. EVER.

Then when they talk after, even the conversation is important. Jon seems dubious of Dany’s methods in war but when she says that they BOTH want to help people, which they can only do from a position of strength, that really resounds with Jon who we know feels exactly the same way, and has accepted his power as KitN so that he can save his people. Dany reminding him that he and his army have also killed thousands of people seems to have an impact. The reasons Jon has to doubt Dany are falling away one by one, and it started in with the cave scene and Jon’s talk with Missandei last week.

Then Dany asks about him taking a knife in the heart for his people. Jon does dodge the question AT FIRST. But when she presses him and asks him to confirm that it really is just Davos’s embellishment and not a true story, Jon hesitates. I fully believe that he was about to be honest with her in that moment and reveal this CRUCIAL and incredibly painful part of his past to her. That’s a big step forward for them.

But then they are interrupted by Jorah. And THIS is why I think Jon starts to pull away from Dany toward the episode’s end.

He feels like they have just had a meaningful moment. And not the first one if we count the caves (I do). But then in walks this man who Jon has never seen before, and suddenly the usually very stoic Dany (who hides her feelings better than I hide my smut fanfic from people in my real life) nearly sobs with emotion at this reunion. She sees Jorah and instantly tears up, embracing him for a long moment and making it pretty clear that he is someone important to her.

Jon is so weirded out by this moment that he literally turns to watch Dany hugging Jorah.

Then he continues to stand there and watch the duration of the hug.

And he was so obvious about it that even Jorah is like, “Wtf?????”

Jorah, president of the Khaleesi Fan Club, stops looking at Dany to look at Jon because he can feel the death stare.

Then Jon turns to look at Dany until she is safely back next to him again . . .

Before going right back to eye-murdering Jorah.

I also think it’s worth mentioning that while I have seen people saying Jon only stares Jorah down like this because of Jorah’s history as a slaver, I really have to disagree. Jon was warm and welcoming to Jorah and complimented his father when they first met. His demeanor only changed after Jorah hugged Dany. And Jon isn’t the focused part of Dany’s reunion with Jorah by accident. The camera looked at him for a reason. We are SUPPOSED to notice Jon’s expression here.

Then we get the scene in the map room in which Jorah immediately offers himself for the mission North for the wight hunt, and I think this just further solidifies the notion in Jon’s mind that Jorah and Dany have something between them.

To make matters worse, Dany is clearly worried and DOES NOT want Jon to go. But Dany is very reserved with her emotions and I am positive that she is not comfortable revealing any sort of feelings about or tenderness toward Jon. So instead of begging Jon to stay or expressing her worry for him in front of her council, she makes a desperate bid to have him stay behind by trying to command him.

I don’t really think she was serious or that she would ever actually try to detain Jon if he wanted that badly to leave. And I don’t think Jon truly took it seriously either or his reaction would have been much worse. But he is still angry. Because I think that until Jorah’s return Jon thought that things had changed between he and Dany, that they had some sort of understanding, and that they had feelings for each other.

And then this rival man shows up and Dany flexes her queen status and her power again, all in the space of an afternoon. And while as viewers we can clearly see that Dany is very upset about Jon’s departure, and I think Tyrion can see it, too, Jon obviously doesn’t see it.

This leads us to the goodbye scene. We have Jorah telling Dany goodbye, which one would think would be a touching Dany/Jorah moment if it’s actually true there is nothing going on with Jon and Dany in this scene (as I see others trying to argue).

Buuuuut there is no Jorah/Dany romance in this scene. When Jorah is seemingly about to proclaim something romantic or poetic to Dany, at 3:02 in the video below, Jon walks into the frame and the Jonerys theme music begins playing while Jorah is still holding Dany’s hands. Jorah turns, sees Jon, thinks the better of whatever he was about to say, and kisses her hand and leaves instead.

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Even Jorah, who is obviously very much in love with Dany, can see what is going on with Jon and Dany and is restraining himself because of it. Significantly, the last person to say to farewell to Dany is Jon. Not Jorah.

When Jon tells Dany goodbye, he tries to keep it light because at this point he probably feels like he had the wrong idea about their relationship. So he makes a joke about her being glad to be rid of him. But clearly, clearly, Dany feels the opposite. But again, Jon is oblivious, so when she says, “I’ve grown used to him,” Jon is surprised and taken aback and doesn’t know what to say next.

I don’t think he was expecting her to flirt with him because to his knowledge, there’s something going on between Jorah/Dany and the last thing he saw between those two was this:

So it doesn’t surprise me at all that Jon doesn’t give Dany some kind of tender goodbye. After all, even the script outline described it as what had to be a private goodbye but in a public setting. Jon is trying to appear aloof not only because he believes Dany already has a romantic attachment to someone else, but because there are other people watching their every move, AND because he is heading off on a suicide mission.

What good would it do for him to say something touching and declare his feelings before he leaves??? Duty has always been important to Jon and he is putting it ahead of his feelings in this instance--feelings he probably now believes to be misplaced.

I saw a gifset today that irked me. The theme or caption was something about people looking back at the one they love when they leave. It was Jorah looking at Dany, Brienne turning in the canoe to look at Jaime when she left Riverrun, and Jon waving to Sansa as he left Winterfell. The intent of this set was pretty clear, it coming out right after this episode.

This bothered me, and then an anon sent me a link to some anti writing meta about how that wave from Jon to Sansa shows that he cares for her and not Dany since he didn’t look back at Dany on the beach. I don’t think this is the case at all. Jon didn’t even have a goodbye scene with Sansa. He just waved to her on his way out. (Yes, I know Jon loves Sansa. She’s his family. I’m just trying to establish that that doesn’t invalidate what’s happening with Jonerys at all).

But he shared a personal and clearly emotional goodbye with Dany. And I imagine he didn’t turn to look at her because 1. He was the person leading the men pushing the boat into the ocean . . . he was in the front and busy???

And 2. He is trying to keep Dany from his thoughts. He has an important mission to think about. He doesn’t believe he has a shot with Dany. This seems perfectly normal to me.

Finally, in the same anti meta I mentioned above the person argued that Jon’s last line, “I wish you good fortune in the wars to come,” was a signal that T@rg Bowl is going to happen and that he and Dany are going to fight one another in season 8.

The person made this argument because Ser Arthur Dayne said the same line to Ned before they fought to the death outside the Tower of Joy, which we saw in Bran’s vision in season 6.

However, that isn’t the only time we’ve heard this! Mance Rayder also said these words to those gathered at his execution in 5.01, and the name of the episode was “The Wars to Come.” So both Mance and Ser Arthur Dayne said this line when they were both facing their deaths.

I don’t think Jon says this to Dany to foreshadow a conflict or rift between the two of them. I see this as foreshadowing Jon’s death, since this is something that two men have now said right before they died. This line foreshadows death. (I decided to Google it and both Heavy.com and Uproxx had the exact same interpretation. No one thinks this means Jon wants to kill Dany . . . except certain antis.)

This makes sense considering the leaks. We know that in the next episode, Jon will very nearly die, and the audience and Dany will (for at least a short time) believe that Jon did die. So to me, this line is just adding to that tension and the idea that Jon really is running into a very dangerous situation.

But none of this diminishes Jonerys and the epic tension, angst, and relationship-building we got from them in 7.05 in my opinion.

Thanks for reading :D

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