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reblogging comment review from @zyafics
too obsessed with this series to stop (i also think it's so hilarious this started as a oneshot request đ) ur brain just couldn't stop âŹïž
It was a burden you bore silently, the weight of protecting your brother from a world that seemed determined to break you both.
GIGI WROTE HER FOR ME
There were moments, rare and fleeting when you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined a future where you and JJ were free from the chains of your upbringing. But dreams were a luxury you could rarely afford.
god i love ur writing i swear this fic gets better with a new update
âThey chew up people like you.â âIâve been chewed up by worse.â
oooo reader 1: rafe 0 she ate him up
"Change of plans."Before you could react, he pushed you back inside the room, slamming the door shut. He didnât push you hard enough to fall, but the treason came so suddenly that you nearly lost your balance as you heard the lock click, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.Â
why was this so clever (also rafe's obsession w locking people in rooms đ)
So, nothing new, you wanted to tell him. Any place infested with men or drunk men was a trap of its own. But instead, you only offered him a curt nod of thanks before dashing out the door again. You needed to find Rafe, you couldnât afford to waste any time.Â
i honestly would've sat in my room n draw or smth
Were you getting mugged?
with no money đ
His left eye twitched in irritation, the look he gave you filled with enough ire to leave a hint of satisfaction sparking in your chest, âMaybank, I have half a mind to spank you right now, donât fucking push it.â
hes so kinky (do it)
âShow me.ââUh?âHe nodded towards the gun in your hand. âShow me you know how to handle it.â
i just realized why ur writing is so magnetic; it's because u write almost like a screenplay, like i can visually see all of ur scenes played out on a show or a movie or something; especially your dialogues like it belongs in hollywood
âAtta girl.â
pls sir, just one chance đ
âTheyâre about you.â"Me?" you repeated confused, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment between you. Rafe nodded, scanning your face for any sign of understanding. "Yeah. You."Your brows pulled together, âWhat is?âHe visibly gulped, pressing his lips together, blinking several times before releasing a held breath âThe nightmares.â
oh my GODDDD
These were dangerous waters. If you couldnât sleep before, you sure as hell werenât about to do it now. All you could think about was that night, how he felt, how he touched you, how he fit right.Â
im giggling so hard rn
âTell me stop, please,â His mouth brushed against your ear again, words coming out a slurred mess.
he's so whiny i love him
âCanât belieâfuck. Canât believe I get to have you again.â
i'm so quiet during this smut scene bc im enjoying it too much
He collapsed onto you, both of you panting and trembling. His weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses to your skin, his earlier roughness giving way to a tender aftermath.
he's so hot ohmyfuckinggod
He cradled your face in his hands. "Weâre gonna be okay," his breath felt warm against your lips. The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion.
back to our regular scheduled program: emotions
"Yeah, I am. This...Andâdonât know what Iâm doing either. But I want it. I want you."âBut itâs wrong.ââI know, pretty.â
they r so enemies to lovers u did this so well
"Weâll figure this out, Maybank.ââPromise?âHe hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. Promises werenât something he was used to making, you knew that. But then he nodded.âPromise.â
i love them so much i could cry
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FINAL THOUGHTS | god this smut scene was TOO good i gotta say ur best work to DATE đ€ okay, okay, but onto the real business. i think what i love about this part (i think this has to be my favorite part by far) is that, like i said, ur writing plays out like a movie. the way you describe things with such beautiful prose and the way their dialogues bounce off each other. i always compliment your dialogues because it's so true, i am in absolute love with the way it feels so rich and organic and unpredictable (not in a bad way). like there's a conventional storytelling to certain scenes/dialogues but you always manage to surpass expectations and make it innovative and engaging! i fucking love how you build the intimacy through rafe and reader through touch and little acts where you have to read between the lines to understand. and when i get them? đ« reader is so independent and stands on her own shit which i love and it reminds me a little too much like me (who said that) but overall, for this specific part, i was obsessed with their banter during the gun scene, and during the smut (of course) but just truly, the way you WRITE it's so so incredible. i'm trying to find better words to explain myself. i love how rafe was yearning for her so badly during the smut, but he backed off bc she said so, and kept asking for clarity and she gave it. it gave me butterflies fr (u saw how quiet i was during that whole scene i barely annotated) and i love the way he kept praising her (blushing fr đ„°) because ur dirty talk is TOP TIER!!! and lastly lastly, the way their fears is embedded in things changing and how they have to confront this new reality of them falling for each other đ
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - three
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers đ«Ł the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ"
WARNINGS: maybank!reader; smut!; rafe is a red flag; guns; mentions of human trafficking; 80% of it is smut you've been warned;
word count: 7.9k...
part i; part ii; part iv
Growing up, you had to develop a thick skin. With two deadbeat parents, it wasn't a choiceâit was a necessity. Unlike JJ, you never blamed your mother for leaving. She was a victim too, and despite your nightly wishes and prayers that she had taken you with her, you found solace in knowing that at least one of you had escaped the torment of the Maybank household.
You learned early on to rely only on yourself. While you had your younger brother, you never placed that burden on his shoulders. As the older sister, it was your responsibility to take the blame for everything and to shield him from Luke's drunken or drug-fueled rages. You never resented JJ for it, you couldnâtâneither of you asked to be born into this situation.
You tried to take each day slowly, avoiding the house and staying at John B's as much as possible. It was easier said than done; it was hard not to feel like a burden to your friends, especially since you were the one who had to be the adult in the group. Kie, Pope, John BâŠThey werenât supposed to take care of you. And yet, they did. They took you in, shared their homes, and gave you the semblance of family you craved but never had. It was a delicate balance, living with a foot in both worlds: the chaotic storm of the Maybank household and the calm haven of your friends' places.
At John B's, despite its share of brokenness, it provided a refuge where you could breathe without the constant fear of violence. You often found yourself on the porch, watching the sunset over the marsh, your mind wandering to dreams of freedom. Those moments were precious, tiny pockets of peace in a turbulent life. But no matter how much you tried to distance yourself from the chaos, it was always there, lurking in the background.
Luke Maybankâs shadow was long and dark, and it followed you everywhere. Each time your phone buzzed with a message from JJ, your heart would race, fearing the worst. It was a burden you bore silently, the weight of protecting your brother from a world that seemed determined to break you both.
You eased into being the provider, to think, to act, to protect. It became second nature, an ingrained part of your identity forged from necessity. While others your age worried about trivial matters, you were strategizing the best ways to keep your brother safe, figuring out how to stretch what little money you had, and ensuring that there was always something for JJ to eat, even if it meant you went without.Â
You learned how to calm Luke down when he was on the brink of a violent outburst, and how to read the signs of an impending storm in his eyes. You figured out which neighbors might turn a blind eye to your requests for help, and which ones might call social services if they saw too much. There were moments, rare and fleeting when you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined a future where you and JJ were free from the chains of your upbringing. But dreams were a luxury you could rarely afford.
So, when Rafe told youâno, demandedâthat you stayed in the deadbeat motel room while he met up with his contacts, you lost it.Â
He'd gotten the text earlier in the morning and decided he was smart enough to lure you out of this. Except he wasn't.
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre not going.â
You didnât take it lightly to people making choices for you. Your eyebrows shot up, mouth opening in indignant shock, "You think you can just order me around like I'm some puppet? I'm not staying here while you go off and do God knows what.â
Rafe's eyes narrowed. He wasnât used to people standing up to him, and for a moment, he looked like he mightâve backed down. But then his expression hardened, the arrogance, and entitlement youâd grown to familiarize yourself with flaring up again.
"It's for your own good," he said, his tone condescending. "You don't understand the kind of people I'm dealing with. It's dangerous."
"Dangerous?" you laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You think I donât know what danger is? Look around, Cameron.â
Rafe opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off, stepping closer and jabbing a finger into his chest. Youâd done a lot of that recently.
"Itâs my life on the line too,â you said, your voice low and steady. "And Iâm not going to sit here and wait for you to come back like some obedient little bitch.â
His face practically matched the color of the deep red curtains, âYouâre making this a lot harder than it needs to be, Maybank.â
"No, you are," you fired back. "Iâm going with you.â
âNo.â
âI wasnât asking.â
He took a step away from you, fingers pointed at his temples, âWhat part of fucking dangerous do you not get?â
âIf itâs dangerous for me, itâs dangerous for you.â
The defiance in your fixed look mirrored his own stubbornness. Rafeâs jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tensing visibly. His gaze bore into yours, and youâd be damned if you were the first one to look away.
âThis isnât a game,â he said, his voice tight with frustration. âYou have no idea what these people are capable of.â
âMaybe not,â you conceded, âBut Iâm not staying behind and youâre not going alone.â
He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand along his grown-out hair.Â
âThey chew up people like you.â
 âIâve been chewed up by worse.â
He knew that. For a moment it looked like he mightâve argued. And then, he saw the determination in you, that unyielding resolve that drove him up the fucking walls and he understood that he wasnât going to win the fight. Unless he played dirty.Â
âYouâre too stubborn, yâknow that, right?â
You chose to ignore him, grabbing the simple sweater heâd gotten for you the day before at a local market, âSo, when do we leave?â
He almost sprinted to the door, âNow.â
You moved to follow him as he stepped outside into the hallway, but before you could follow, he grabbed your arm.
"Wait."
You almost pulled away, frustration boiling over.
"What now?"
His grip tightened, "This might hurt.â
"What?" You tried to twist free, glaring at him.
"Change of plans."
Before you could react, he pushed you back inside the room, slamming the door shut. He didnât push you hard enough to fall, but the treason came so suddenly that you nearly lost your balance as you heard the lock click, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.Â
"Rafe! You piece of shit!â You pounded on the door, fury and panic mixing in your chest. "Let me out! You can't do this!"
His voice was muffled but firm from the other side. "Stay here.â
"You motherfucker!" You screamed, kicking the door. But there's no response from the other side. The only sound was the echo of your own frantic breathing. He was gone, the stupid bastard.
You collapsed against the door, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Rafe just left you there, locked like some helpless child. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.
You were a Maybank, damn it, and Maybanks didnât back down from a fight, even when their choices were taken from them.
In any other situation, you wouldâve jumped out the window. Youâd done it enough times back home, but this was different. Your roomâs floor was too high and even though you could get away with just a few scrapes or a broken finger, you couldnât risk putting yourself in such a vulnerable state. You needed your body intact in case danger was nearby. If you had to run for your life, you needed both legs functioning.Â
You glanced around the room, eyes landing on the bed, its frame sturdy and dependable.
Thatâs it! You thought to yourself as you rushed over and began to strip the sheets from the mattress, working quickly as you tied them together, creating a makeshift rope.
And they said pogues werenât fucking smart.
It wasnât your best work, but it was the best you could have under the circumstances. Once you had fashioned the rope, you secured one end to the bed frame, testing it to ensure it could hold your weight. Satisfied that it was sturdy enough, you tossed the other end out the window, watching as it unfurled down the side of the building.Â
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you gripped the makeshift rope tightly and began to lower yourself out the window. It wasnât your first rodeo; you knew better than to rush. Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly inched your way down the side of the building, the ground looming ever closer with each passing moment.Â
Finally, your feet touched solid ground, and you released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You tried to remember bits and pieces of information Rafe had laid out the night before, about the meeting, something about a dingy marine bar, a bartender named Miguel.Â
You rushed back inside the motel, ignoring the puzzled look from the front desk guy as you practically demanded information about the bar. He hesitated clearly taken aback by your urgency, the way you blurted out the words, but you didnât have time for explanations.
"Just tell me where it is," you pleaded, your voice urgent, âItâs important.â
After a moment of hesitation, he relented, quickly scribbling down an address on a piece of paper and thrusting it into your hand.
"It's not far from here," his tone was wary, "But be careful. That place is no good for a lady on her own.â
So, nothing new, you wanted to tell him. Any place infested with men or drunk men was a trap of its own. But instead, you only offered him a curt nod of thanks before dashing out the door again. You needed to find Rafe, you couldnât afford to waste any time.Â
You nearly raced through the streets, the address clutched tightly in your hand, a feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach. And then, before you could process what the hell was going on, a hand enveloped your upper arm, fingers digging dip in your flesh before you could make a turn, dragging you to the dark alley youâd avoided.
The situation felt all too familiar. Your heart leaped into your throat, adrenaline surging in and out of your veins. Instinctively, you struggled against the unknown grip, kicking and clawing in a desperate attempt to break free. Were you getting mugged?
"Let go of me!" you shout, your voice echoing off the narrow walls of the alley, âI got nothing on me, let me go you stupid fuck!â
With a surge of adrenaline, you mustered all your strength and delivered a sharp elbow to your captor's stomach, causing them to grunt in pain and loosen their hold for a brief moment. You wrenched yourself free, stumbling backward as you scrambled to put some distance between you and your attacker. You were about to land the best punch of your life as you spun around to face them, but as you finally got a good look at him, fear turned into anger.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you!â
âMe?â Rafe barked, all up in your personal space, âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You jumped out a fucking window?!â
He knew you wouldnât back down so easily. So he waited around the corner, hoping you were smart enough to keep still even though he knew you would never.
You blinked, the shock of seeing him in front of you momentarily overriding your anger. "You... You locked me in there!"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't listen!" he shot back, his frustration evident in his tone, âFuckâJesus fucking Christ.â He was shaking his head wildly, his hands balled into fists as he cursed away like a mantra.Â
"I told you; I'm not staying behind while you go off risking your life!" You nearly spit but managed to tone down just enough.
"And I told you, it's too dangerous for you!" Rafe's voice rose with each word, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His pacing intensified, his agitation palpable in the confined space of the alley. âWhat the hell were you thinking? What were you gonna do? Walk in and what, huh? You don't even have a gun on you!"
âSo? Give me yours!â
Rafeâs eyes widened in disbelief. âGive you, my gun?! Did you hit your fucking head against the concrete?
âIâll hit your head against the concrete if I have to.â
His left eye twitched in irritation, the look he gave you filled with enough ire to leave a hint of satisfaction sparking in your chest, âMaybank, I have half a mind to spank you right now, donât fucking push it.â
You ignored him, âYouâd rather I go in there unarmed?â you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm, âI can do it.â
âClearly. Look at you,â Rafeâs voice was sharp, his frustration evident. âYou think I wanted to leave you behind? You think I liked putting you in that room?â
âYou didn't give me a choice! You think I was just gonna sit around waiting for you?â
Rafe sighed, palms pressing into his eyes âIâm trying to protect you, God fucking damn it. Iâm trying to keep you safe.â
âSave it,â You hissed out, pressing a hand to your chest as though to keep everything in. âHow am I supposed to trust you when you pull thisâthis shit!â
Rafe reached into the waistband of his trousers, his movements slow and deliberate. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled out his gun, lifting his shirt in the process. He took your hand and dropped it into your palm, his touch firm.
âShow me.â
âUh?â
He nodded towards the gun in your hand. âShow me you know how to handle it.â
The sudden shifts in his attitude always left you speechless. You hesitated, staring at the weapon in your hand. You had never held a gun before, let alone fired one. But the authority in Rafeâs eyes spurred you to action. With trembling fingers, you checked the safety and made sure the gun was loaded, trying to mimic what you had seen in movies.
âAlright,â Rafe said, his voice low. âNow, point it at me.â
You only gaped in disbelief. âWhat?!â
âI said point it at me,â he repeated, his tone firm, âCâmon.â
You swallowed hard, your grip tightening on the gun. This was crazy. With shaky hands, you raised the gun, aiming it at Rafeâs chest. Your heart pounded in your ears, the weight of the weapon feeling heavier with each passing second.
âGood,â Rafe said, nodding in approval. âNow, pull the trigger.â
âWhat the hell?! Rafe?!â
âTrust me, Maybank, just once.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
Pull the trigger? He wasnât fucking serious, was he? You couldnât actually shoot him, could you?
But Rafeâs expression remained steady, unwavering. Maybe months ago you wouldâve done it without a second guess, now? âIâm not pulling the trigger.â
âJust do it. Youâre not going to hurt me, okay?â
With a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger, half expecting the gun to recoil in your hand. But nothing happened. You had forgotten to chamber a round. He knew that already.
Rafeâs mouth twitched in a half-smile, as if the entire situation was normal, âYou forgot to chamber a round.â
You watched him carefully, his bottom lip stuck out and, embarrassingly, you found you wanted to kiss him. You lowered the gun, your hands shaking with adrenaline. You had just fired a weapon for the first time in your life. He reached out and gently took the gun from your hand, expertly chambering a round before handing it back to you.Â
âTry again.â
This time, when you aimed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger, you felt the recoil jolt along your body as the bullet fired. The sound echoed off the walls of the alley, causing your heart to race even faster.
âAtta girl.â
âIâm still pissed, Cameron.â
âI know,â Rafe conceded, his voice softening slightly as he reached up to brush your hair from your eye, fingers grazing the side of your neck.  âI panicked, okay?â
You studied him for a moment, taking in the tired lines around his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. Heâd done so much for you over the past weeks, it shook you to the core. The countless times he had gone above and beyond, selflessly putting your needs before his own. So maybe, just maybeâŠyou could let it go.Â
âOkay.â
"Let's go.â
âWait, right now?â
âYeah,â Rafe said, his tone brisk as he holstered the gun. "Weâre late.â
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Hours later, you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of what just transpired settling heavily on your shoulders, as you and Rafe sat in silence, the events of the meeting replaying in your mind like a broken record. Youâd never met such a group of people before. And you didnât want to, ever again.
"Human traffickers," you muttered, the words feeling foreign on your tongue. "I can't believe we just met with human traffickers."
Rafe nodded solemnly; his expression unreadable. "Yeah.â
"I don't trust them. What if... What if they decide to snatch us up and... Oh my god, what if this is all just a ploy..."
âHey, look at me,â he said, voice weirdly soft, âWeâre in this together, okay? I wonât let anything happen to you.â
You wanted to believe him.
Your brow furrowed, your mind racing with questions. âHow do you even know these people?â
He hesitated, âBarry. Itâs... a long story. But right now, whatâs important is that we got a way out, yeah?â
You nodded slowly, realizing that asking him for more information wouldnât get you anywhere. There were more important matters at hand.Â
You didnât know what was worse, running from Ward Cameron, finding yourself at the mercy of human traffickers, or potentially developing feelings for someone whoâd ruined so many lives.Â
God, if your brother saw you nowâŠyouâd be the greatest disappointment of his life. The mere idea consumed you entirely. The things youâd done.
The way youâd let Rafe into your bloodstream. You hated yourself for it. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of your grasp, and you hated it.
What would you even tell him? You didnât even know if had made it, but something told you that he did. He always did. And that meant that sooner or later youâd see him, and youâd have to watch him gradually despise you.Â
And then there was Rafe. The very thought of him made you want to stop breathing altogether. How could you even begin to reconcile the feelings you harbored for someone who had brought so much pain and destruction into your life? It felt like a betrayal to even consider it.
âYou good, Maybank?â
You dragged your gaze away from the swirling fan on the ceiling to meet Rafe's concerned stare. He was studying you intently. You shifted on the bed, turning to face him fully.Â
"I donât know,â you muttered, forcing a weak smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, âYou?â
He reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch always surprised you, how surprisingly light it felt, a stark contrast to the chaos that seemed to constantly surround him.
âI donât know.â
He had every reason to abandon you, to wash his hands clean of the entire situation, but he hadnât. You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. It was hard to believe that someone like him could be capable of such tenderness, such vulnerability. But there he was, lying beside you, his attention fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race.
âTheyâre about you.â
"Me?" you repeated confused, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment between you.Â
Rafe nodded, scanning your face for any sign of understanding. "Yeah. You."
Your brows pulled together, âWhat is?â
He visibly gulped, pressing his lips together, blinking several times before releasing a held breath âThe nightmares.â
You almost stopped breathing, "What about them?"Â
He shifted uncomfortably, âThey used to be just about my mom. Then dad. Now, itâsâuh, itâs just you. Ever since that night, itâs just you. Dying, because ofâyeah.â
Oh.Â
You hadnât realized the extent of the impact that night had on him, on both of you. It was a lot to process, the realization that you had become a part of his nightmares, a constant haunting presence in his thoughts. Rafeâs fingers brushed over the scar on your arm, and a rush of memories flooded your mind. The gunshots, the crippling fear you felt when they got to you, how Rafe reacted, how he touched you.Â
âYou shouldâve told me before.â
âYeah, maybe.â
You flinched instinctively at his touch, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through your body. But as it lingered, a strange sense of comfort washed over you, like a balm soothing an old wound. For a moment, you let yourself lean into his touch, allowing the warmth of his hand to chase away the ghosts that haunted you.
"Does it still hurt?" He asked, leaning in so his nose brushed against yours; it was warm against your skin.Â
You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Not anymore."
His fingers continued their path up, eventually reaching your cheek as he cupped it tenderly, carefully, as if heâd break you if he rushed it.Â
You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness between you. And then, almost hesitantly, you felt him lean in, his mouth brushing against yours in a delicate caress. You hardly had to move to kiss him, only tilting your chin up. It was tender, different from the ones you had before, just so quiet that it made you want to burst into tears.Â
Once again, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions coursing between you. Guilt, fear, desire, all intertwined in a tumultuous dance within your heart.
You kissed him back, tentatively at first, then with a growing hunger that mirrored the longing you felt deep within your soul. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if afraid to let you slip away. And you melted into his embrace, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the dangers lurking in the shadows, not the weight of your past sins, not the uncertain future that lay ahead. All that existed was the intoxicating feeling between you and Rafe.Â
But as the kiss deepened, a voice of reason scolded you in the back of your mind, reminding you of the consequences of your actions. You pulled away, breathless and dizzy, your heart pounding in your chest.
âWe shouldnâtâŠâ you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the beating of your heart.
Rafe only stared, before he nodded, understanding dawning in him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering like a promise of things left unsaid.
âI know,â he sighed, âJust get some rest.â
You nodded in agreement, grateful for the distraction. With a heavy grunt, you lifted yourself off the bed, making your way to the bathroom to change into some booty shorts and a simple tee. When you emerged from the bathroom, Rafe was already settled on the bed, only in his boxers, his attention fixed on some point in the distance. You hesitated for a moment before joining him, the distance and closeness between you feeling suffocating.Â
You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension, but the words stuck in your throat like a lump of lead. Instead, you settled for a nod, and a quiet âGoodnight.âÂ
You slipped under the covers, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you in a false sense of security.Â
âNight, pretty Maybank.â
You shut your eyelids, willing your racing mind to quiet down. But no matter how hard you tried, sleep eluded you, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound of passing cars sent a shiver down your spine, your senses heightened to the point of paranoia. You shifted restlessly in bed, the new sheets tangling around your legs like shackles, trapping you in a prison of your own making.Â
You heard Rafe's voice beside you, breaking the silence of the room, âCanât sleep if you keep moving.â
âSorry.â
Rafe reached out, his hand finding yours in the darkness, âWhat is it?â
âI canât sleep.â
Rafe's hand tightened around yours, "I know, Maybank," he spoke in a ushed tone, "But you're safe here. Try to relax, okay?"
You squeezed your eyes shut, already feeling the upcoming headache, âI donât know how to.â
It was quiet again for a minute and you feared youâd bored the man to sleep with your insecurities, but then he spoke again, âTurn around.â
You opened your eyes, even though you could barely see him, face twisting into confusion.
âWhat?â
Rafe's thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand in a soothing rhythm, âTurn round fâme, kay?â
With a soft sigh, you shifted, turning onto your side to face away from him.
Rafe moved closer, his body pulling against yours as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against his chest. His warmth enveloped you like a shield as he pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering against your skin.Â
âThere,â he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. âBetter?â
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
These were dangerous waters. If you couldnât sleep before, you sure as hell werenât about to do it now. All you could think about was that night, how he felt, how he touched you, how he fit right.Â
Your pulse quickened, and your skin tingled. An almost overwhelming feeling of arousal took over you, and with whatever courage you had left from the day, you shifted again, pressing yourself impossibly closer to him. His warmth seeped into your skin, melting away the tension that had coiled tight in your muscles during the day, you could feel every ridge and turn of his body.
Your touch drew a low, guttural groan from Rafe, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed closer, his arousal unmistakable against your back. His teeth grazed your shoulder, followed by the flick of his tongue, and you released a breathy sigh as he lowered his head to bite the area.
His arm tightened around you as you traced the contours of his fingers, mapping out the familiar territory with ease and want. His heartbeat echoed against your back, a steady rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your own heart.
His lips brushed against your neck, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core, âRelax,â he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with purpose, ââM right here.â
With a boldness that surprised even yourself, you shifted your hips, grinding back against him, seeking the friction that would ease the ache between your legs and your head. Rafe's response was immediate, his hands roaming over your body with a fervor that left you dizzy. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shorts, teasing the sensitive skin with feather-light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You twisted your fingers into his long hair, tugging lightly, delighting in the gasp it pulled from him.
âTell me stop, please,â His mouth brushed against your ear again, words coming out a slurred mess.
You ran you finger over his leg, where his boxers had risen, the warm skin driving you insane. If you lifted your fingers just a little higher, youâd be able to feel all of him.
You had to bite back a squeal when his thumb brushed over your covered nipple, âI canât.â
You felt the tension in his muscles as he paused for a moment, his grip on you tightening. An unrestrained, almost desperate plea escaping his mouth, "Are you sure?"
You swallowed hard, the weight of his question settling over you. The uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all came down together in a chaotic swirl. This was so fucking wrong. But underneath it all, you knew what you wanted. You turned your head slightly, your lips grazing his jawline as you muttered a "Yes."
You gasped when Rafe raised his thigh, placing it between your own, as he used his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth, grinding you down against his skin. You couldnât remember a time youâd ever felt so out of control, so desperate for someoneâs touch. The thin barrier of your shorts and panties felt like an unbearable hindrance, a small but significant obstruction to the shattering desire coursing through your veins.
One of his hands slipped under the waistband of your panties, the other splaying across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. His fingers found you slick and ready, a whimper vibrating across his chest at the discovery.
âFuck,â he breathed out, his fingers starting a slow, torturous rhythm against your clit. You bucked against his hand, seeking more, needing more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, and you turned slightly to capture his lips in a heated kiss. You felt his tongue press against yours and you nearly came on the spot. He slowly circled your clit, sending your hips jerking into him, âI canât stop touching you.â
You struggled to form words as breathy moans escaped your mouth, âPlease donât,â you rasped, your thoughts blurring as he dipped the tips of his fingers inside you, gathering your wetness. When you finally found your voice, it was a mere screech, âRafe...â
âIâve got you,â he murmured back, finally pushing two fingers inside you, at an agonizing pace, âIâve got you.â
Your jaw went slack as he curled his thick fingers, a gasp escaping when he found that spot that made you see stars. Your nails involuntarily dug into his skin. The heel of his hand pressed against your clit, pulling another moan from you. With his other hand still on your hip, he pushed you back, guiding you to grind against his fingers.
The rhythm he set was maddening, each movement driving you closer to the edge. Rafe's breath was hot against your neck, his voice a growl as he removed his fingers, making you whine in protest.
He glided one between your folds, the wetness easing up the process, âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he muttered, his words sending a thrill down your spine. âCanât get enough of you.â
âRaâYouâre gonna make me cum,â you gasped as his arm left your waist, sliding underneath your ribcage and resting on your chest, kneading your breast through the fabric of your shirt, âFuck.â
âYeah, baby, thatâs the point,â he purred into your ear, two fingers sliding inside you again, so suddenly you threw your head back again, thighs clenching together tightly as he pumped his fingers in and out.
At this point, you were lightheaded, fucking yourself back onto him, grinding down as you chased your orgasm.Â
âDonât stop,â you begged, your voice trembling with desperation. âPlease, Rafe...â
His fingers quickened their pace, each thrust sending oceans of pleasure down your body. âNot stopping,â he promised, his voice a rough whisper. âWant to feel you cum around my fingers.â
His words sent you spiraling, the buzz building to an unbearable peak. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the intensity of your approaching climax. Rafe's touch was relentless, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
âRafeââ you cried out, your voice breaking as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating from your core. Your body convulsed, and you clung to him, nails digging into his arm as you rode out the ecstasy.
Rafe held you without a break, his fingers never slowing, drawing out every last tremor of your release. When you finally came down, breathless and spent, he gently withdrew his fingers, not giving you a break to breathe as he shuffled behind you, pulling his boxers down, just enough to release his aching cock, doing the same to you as he slid his length between your folds.
The sensation wasâŠeverything, his heaviness pressing against your sensitive, slick entrance, the heat of him making you shiver. You bit your lip, suppressing a scream as Rafe's hand gripped your hip, holding you steady.
âFuck,â you breathed out, barely able to form coherent thoughts. The anticipation coiled inside you again, your body already aching for him, ââM sensitive.â
âShhhh,â he purred, his voice husky and all rough against your ear. âJust relax, pretty.â
He rocked his hips slowly, the head of his fat cock teasing your entrance, not pushing in but sliding between your folds, spreading your wetness over his length. Holy fuck, youâd gone to heaven. The friction was maddening, each movement sending volumes of satisfaction through you.
Rafe's breath hitched, his grip on your hip tightening as he struggled for control. âYou feel so good,â he groaned, his voice thick with desire. âSo perfect.â
âOh my god,â you sigh, biting your lip when his tip bumped against your clit, âI need you toâShit, just fuck me.â
With a slow, deliberate motion, he angled his hips and began to push inside you, inch by tantalizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, slowly filling you in a way that left you gasping, your body accommodating him with a shuddering breath.
âJesus,â Rafe hissed, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as his cock twitched inside you. âSo tight.â
Your fingers dug into the sheets, the thrill and the sensation of being filled to the hilt almost too much to bear. You could feel every part of him, the way he throbbed inside you, the way his body fit perfectly against yours. You felt his breathing against your skin, coming out in uneven and ragged breaths.
He started a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust measured and deep, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. His other hand found your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh through your shirt, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
You couldnât hold back the mewls that escaped your lips, each movement driving you higher, the tension building again rapidly. Rafeâs breath was ragged against your ear, his lips brushing your skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. He gently bit your earlobe, withdrawing his hips until only the tip of him remained inside you, before slowly pushing back in with deliberate, languid movements. You reached back, tangling your fingers in his hair once again.
âRafe... harder, please,â you begged, shame thrown out the window, âI need it harder.â
He moaned, the sound vibrating through his chest as he complied, his hips snapping against you with more force, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His hand slid down from your chest to your clit, circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, driving you closer to the edge.
You felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink.
âCanât belieâfuck. Canât believe I get to have you again.â
You curved your back again, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your body craving the release that was so close. His hand on your clit moved in time with his hips, each touch sending you spiraling higher.
âI canât hold on much longer,â you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathless whimper.
âThen let go,â Rafe growled, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. âCum for me, baby. I want to feel you.â
You groaned, âI want to see you when I do.â
Before he could answer, you pulled away from him, making him groan in response, but you shut him up as you turned to face him, dragging your shorts and panties out of the way, not looking where you threw them as you quickly lifted your body and settled over his, hands pressed to his naked chest as you rubbed yourself against him.Â
Rafe's hands gripped your hips firmly as you positioned yourself above him, âYou trying to kill me, pretty Maybank?â
You smirked, leaning down to press a quick peck against his lips, âYeah.â
Without any warning, you lowered yourself onto him, both gasping at the sensation of being joined once again. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way, his tip touching your cervix. Your movements were slow at first, savoring all of him, every sensation that rippled from end to end of your body. But soon, the slow burn of desire ignited into a raging inferno, and you found yourself moving faster, chasing that peak of pleasure one more time.
âGet this fucking thing off,â He growled, pulling at your shirt. You wouldâve found it funny if you werenât so desperate to feel him.
You sat up, quickly tugging the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. Rafe's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your bare chest, his hands immediately finding your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that made you gasp and arch into his touch. You started to move again, lifting yourself up before sinking back down onto him, each movement sending waves of desire through both of you.
A filthy kiss followed, all spit and tongues tangling messily as if trying to devour each other whole. The taste of him filled your mouth, a heady mixture of the cigarettes and toothpaste, his moans mingling with yours. The kiss was a brutal assault, his teeth nipping at your lips, drawing blood, which only seemed to fuel the frenzied rhythm of your body. Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements, and encouraging you to take him deeper, pounding into you, abs flexing.
You leaned forward, your hands bracing against his sturdy chest, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside you. The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, your cries, and the rhythmic, filthy, slap of skin against skin.
âFuck, this pussy canât be real,â Rafe groaned, his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. âRide me harder, baby. Wanna watch you.â
You increased your pace, the friction and fullness driving you closer to the edge with each thrust. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, holding you steady as you moved, his touch grounding you even as you felt like you were about to come apart at the seams. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in tight, precise circles that had you crying out his name.
âOh god, Rafe, Iâm so close,â you panted, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your release, wanting to savor every second of this moment.
âCum for me, pretty,â he urged his voice rough and filled with need. âI want to feel you cum all over my cock.â
That was all it took. With a loud moan, you came, your body convulsing around him, your nails digging into his chest as the phases of your pleasure crashed over you. Rafe watched you, his expression one of pure awe and desire, his hands never leaving your body, grounding you through your orgasm. As your climax subsided, your breathing ragged and your limbs trembling, he gently kissed your temple, his lips soft and tender. He murmured soothing words, his voice a sexy whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong against your own racing pulse, a reminder of the connection between you. His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, calming you, bringing you back to earth.Â
But as the waves subsided, you became acutely aware of Rafe's cock still hard and throbbing inside you. His breath was ragged, his eyes void of any color, and you knew he was on the brink. You lifted yourself slightly, feeling him slip almost out of you before you sank back down, taking him deep again, despite the way your thighs burned, the way your hole ached.
"Rafe," you called, "I want to feel you cum inside me."
His grip on you tightened, his eyes briefly closing as a guttural moan escaped his lips. He released you for a moment, only to bring his hand down sharply, delivering a stinging smack to your ass, "Watch your fucking mouth.â
The sudden impact made you gasp, the pain amplifying your desire.
Rafe's eyes snapped open, dark and intense as he watched your reaction. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, "Look at you."
You could only nod, breathless and aching for more. His hands returned to your hips, guiding your movements with a renewed urgency. The sting from the slap lingered, a delicious reminder of his dominance, the only place you'd let him take the lead.
You started to move again, your pace slow and deliberate, your movements designed to drive him wild. Each time you sank onto him, you could feel him throbbing, his control slipping with every passing second. His hands roamed over your body, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he tried to hold on.
"Please, baby," you whined, "I need to feel you cum."
The pet name did it. His response was immediate. With a growl, he shifted, flipping you onto your back and pinning you beneath him.
The sudden change made you gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he drove into you with a powerful thrust. His pace was relentless, his movements fueled by a desperate need to reach his release. His face was a mask of intense concentration, his jaw clenched as he pounded into you. The sounds of your âohâsâ mixed with his grunts, creating a symphony of raw passion. You could feel the tension coiling inside him, the way his body strained against yours, every muscle taut with anticipation.
"Gonna fill you up,â he grounded out, his voice strained, "So fucking close."
You tightened your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails raking down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. "Cum for me, baby," you urged, your desire reigniting at the thought of him finding his release, âNeed you so bad.â
His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a feral intensity. "You want my cum?" he growled, thrusting harder, making you cry out in pleasure. "Beg for it."
"Please, Rafe," you gasped, feeling the pressure building inside you, "Fill me up. I need it. I need you."
With a final, powerful thrust, Rafe's body stiffened, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as he let out a hoarse cry. You felt the hot rush of his release, the pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself inside you. His entire body trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he rode out his orgasm. You could feel him pulsing, the warmth flooding you as he let out a primal growl, his grip on you almost bruising. And right there, another orgasm ripped through you, your body tightening around him as you cried out his name.
He collapsed onto you, both of you panting and trembling. His weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses to your skin, his earlier roughness giving way to a tender aftermath.
You held him close, your hands running soothingly over his back, feeling the ridges of the muscles you had just marked with your nails. your own body still buzzing with the aftermath of your pleasure. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes met yours, a look of pure adoration in his gaze that rendered you speechless. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, his touch kind and reverent.
He cradled your face in his hands. "Weâre gonna be okay," his breath felt warm against your lips. The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion.
Tears welled up in your eyes as Rafe's lips touched yours again, the faint tender kiss a stark contrast to the man you used to know. You tried to hold back, to keep the overwhelming tide at bay, but the dam broke, and a sob escaped your lips.
He pulled back slightly, concern etched across his pretty features. "Hey," he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. "Whatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?"
You shook your head, "No, itâs not that," your voice trembled, âIâm scared.â
Rafe's expression softened, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "Shh, it's okay," he soothed his voice a comforting balm to your frayed nerves. "Let it out, baby. Iâm right here."
You buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into his skin. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the gentle strength of his hold were the only thing keeping you together at this point and if you didnât feel so much, youâd feel pathetic for relying so much on someone else. He held you tightly, his hand stroking your hair as you cried, releasing the pent-up fear and anxiety.
"WeâI, I donât know what Iâm doing," you admitted through your tears, your voice muffled against his chest. "Iâm really, really scared.â
Rafe kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering in a gesture of reassurance. "I know, Maybank," he whispered, his voice steady and unwavering. "Iâm scared too.â
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "You are?" you asked, almost in disbelief.
He nodded, his attention never wavering from features.
"Yeah, I am. This...Andâdonât know what Iâm doing either. But I want it. I want you."
âBut itâs wrong.â
âI know, pretty.â
He pulled out slowly, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. Rolling onto his side, he gathered you into his arms, holding you close. You nestled against his chest.
âIâm sorry for jumping out the window,â you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin, âYou just...make me so angry.â
He chuckled softly, his fingers running through your hair in soothing strokes. "I shouldnât have locked you in.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the last of your tears dry against his skin. The comfort of his embrace, his steady presence, was grounding you. You knew things wouldnât be easy, but his reassurance gave you strength. After a while, Rafe shifted slightly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.Â
"Weâll figure this out, Maybank.â
âPromise?â
He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. Promises werenât something he was used to making, you knew that. But then he nodded.
âPromise.â
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Racing Hearts Pt. 5
Pairing: F1!Driver!JasonTodd x Reporter!Reader
A/N: sorry for the late late late update đ i was having so much problems with trying to enjoy this series again that I felt that if i rushed it it would ruin the series for not just me but a lot of people. Thank you for all the patience and i hope u enjoy this much needed chapter. ENJOY and flowers for all of u đ«đ like if youâre comfortable and please tell me your thoughts as the story continues <3
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Jason finally had time to check his phone. He removed any miscellaneous notifications he forgot to silent before getting to the track this morning, but he was checking for a familiar name and icon.
It was like a little surge was invading his bones. He couldnât help smiling at your conversations, it was like he was back to a teenager nervously trying to talk to a crush, but he didnât have a lot of experience with those.
The times he rarely did have a fling, he kept it private, left it before it could be a scandal that he would be chewed out for.
But this.
This was new. He knew it was different when he was trying to get any attempt to still make sure you were fine with being with him.
What really made his stomach churn was when he couldnât bring you to the airport to see him off. It felt wrong to leave your place without you behind him, leaving you to kiss only him goodbye, but not asking to follow him to the airport.
He tried to brush off the feeling the entire flight, but he couldnât squish the thought that he wanted you here. That other than a quick romance, he could talk to you about his personal life, and he was fighting to throw you on the next plane so you could watch him race.
Maybe a dramatic kiss after he won would be nice. But, that was too cliché.
While deep in his thoughts, Roy tried to peak over Jasonâs shoulder, trying to see what he was looking at, but it was not smart to try that on such a tall man. All he could manage to see was an open browser with plane flights.
âYou tryna leave me here by myself?â Roy calmly asked, keeping his eyes down at the phone.
Jason frowned, not surprised at the nosey man.
âYou get a little friend and now you want to leave me?â Roy feigned tears, placing his hands gently onto Jasonâs shoulders. âIf you must, then go! I can get us a championship. I can handle that for us.â
Jason sighed, closing his phone.
âShouldnât you be watching Lian? Why are you bothering me and what are you talking about?â He asked.
âLianâs always with the crew, sheâs more interested in the buttons than behind the wheelâdonât try to distract me, Iâm not stupid, Jaybird. I knew you were a two timer.â Roy pointed an accusing finger into Jasonâs face. âI saw that interview and I know that look in your eyes. I even commented on that video.â
âUh, huh.â Jason ignored him and walked away, this time looking back at his phone to try to type, not reacting to Royâs antics.
âIâm surprised your brothers havenât bothered you about it. Dickâs gonna be jealous when I tell him youâre trying to get a flight back for love.â Roy aimlessly followed Jason, adjusting the cap on his head as he playfully wiggled his brows.
âThat dickwad is probably too busy hiding behind a badge for that. He needs to find better things to do than bother me.â Jason stopped pacing, looking back at the red hair tail that canât seem to get off him. âAnd you need to watch your daughter and also stop bothering me.â
âThatâs what Iâm here for.â Roy sung. âJust me and you on this track forever, plus Lian, never leaving each other while we embraceâwith Lian, of course.â He opened his arms for a hug.
Jason gave Roy an impassive look, not bothered to even give him an expression.
Still with open arms and a smile on his face, Roy waited before a small voice shouted out.
âJayJay! JayJay!â Lianâs small shout catches Royâs attention.
âMy Lian!â Roy reached out to grab his daughter walking with one of the crew members, finally relieving them from their babysitting duty. âNo Jaybird today, Lian, heâs trying to run away.â He cooed happily to his daughter as she laughed, large noise cancelling headphones were bouncing around her neck and a bright smile spread on her face as he booped her nose.
âIâm notâthe flight isnât for me.â Jason sighed, not willing to look at Roy fully in the eyes.
Royâs eyes widened as he heard the admission. A small silence lingered.
Lian broke the pause by reaching out for Jason. She made small grabby hands before he immediately gave in to grab her underneath her arms, settling on his chest.
She whispered a small âJayJayâ before laying her head down, exhausted from an hour of playing while Roy and Jason were busy racing in the practice sessions.
While Jason patted Lianâs back soothingly, Roy watched as the two most important people in his life were embracing. It brought a smile to his face.
âIâm happy for you, Jaybird.â
It was all that was said between the two as Lian closed her eyes, but Jason felt content. He was given support.
â
âIâm never afraid of the track, itâs the fastest you can ever be on the ground and I wanna be the best.â Jason spoke to the interviewer on your TV screen, the Australian sun surrounding his face.
âHow important is this race for you?â The off-screen voice asked Jason.
âEvery race is important. Iâve gotten RedBull multiple wins these past couple years and I want to add another one. I feel better than Iâve ever have.â
You sat on your couch, dinner in your lap, watching your partner on screen wave goodbye, giving one final dazzling smile while taking off to his car.
He looked like he was in his element, a kind of happiness that only sprouted in him from Formula 1. A kind of motivation used for racing.
âWelcome to another race of the Formula One World Championship. What a great weekend to continue a new season.â The introduction boomed from your TV, setting up the Sunday excitement, ready to end another race weekend.
Ding. Ding. Your phone notifications rung next to you as you took a bite of your dinner.
You: I told you to hold a peace sign to the camera, now you owe me dinner
(Handsome) Mr. Todd: *thumbs down your message*
You laugh at your phone screen.
You: Loser
(Handsome) Mr. Todd: *thumbs down your message*
You: Send me a picture of you in your gear
As you wait for the reply, your TV catches your attention. A driver youâve never seen before now standing in front of the microphone.
âTodd? How is that guy a threat? He just hides behind the RedBull emblem, but heâs nothing but another racer.â The raspy voice sent a chill through you.
âJason Todd is a back-to-back four-time World Champion, do you plan on breaking that streak?â The interviewer pressed on.
âHa! Like thatâs hard, did you see how he crashed his vehicle last year? Bet he wouldnât want that happening again, huh?â The manâs voice twisted something in you.
Formula 1 did have itâs competitive moments, but how was someone like this rude man competing?
Ding.
(Handsome) Mr. Todd: please I am more than my body
Despite Jasonâs words, a flattering picture of him came in. A good look at his hands and body in the RedBull uniform. Gosh, you missed him.
You saved the photo with a smile on your face. A new lock screen.
You: donât injure that pretty face of yours <3
âThank you for the interview, good luck on your race.â The interviewer finished up, stepping in front of the camera to replace the rude driver.
You glanced up to get one final look at the screen, watching the rude racer walk away, expecting him to get bombarded with another interviewer and a brand new set of cameras, but he walked in a different direction, away from the crowd.
You were confused at the racer breaking the long chain of interviews happening on race day.
At the very edge of the camera, you could see the racer joining another man, adorned in a suit, turning his head sideways, but you couldnât recognize who that was.
You whipped out your laptop. Maybe you missed an upcoming rookie the last year or there mustâve been a change you missed in the racing industry.
Your mind buzzed remembering the blurry man putting his arm around the rookie racer before your ringtone shouted at you.
Life is a Highway started to play as Jasonâs contact picture brightened on the screen, a nice side view picture of his smiling face when you took him out for dinner.
You quickly picked up.
âHey Jay! Howâs Australia?â You gleefully asked, contrasting glancing back and forth to the TV screen and your laptop before the camera changed to the racetrack, no longer seeing the mysterious men.
âItâs fun when Roy isnât talking his ass off.â Jasonâs voice faded as he yelled at Roy to back off from him. âI gotta race soon, but I just wanted to hear ya before I had to leave. God, I miss you.â
Your breath hitched hearing Jason be so direct. You tried to reason with yourself that it was from the adrenaline before the race, but it made you feel like you were floating off the couch.
âI miss you too. Maybe when you have a chance to get back here, we can go out to eat like we normally do.â You suggested, a little more brightness in your voice.
You watched the compilation of Jasonâs previous races playing on the screen. You saw him zooming down the narrow lanes at horrifying speeds as you heard him softly speak to you through your phone.
âI wanna fly you out here before then. I mean, Iâll be down for Vegas, but thatâs too long. I gotta get you down here next to me.â Jasonâs voice smoothly went in and out of your ears.
Your felt yourself reddening at his delightful words to you.
âIâll see what I can do about work leave, but maybe iâll take a couple sick days?â You spoke to Jason, happiness surging through you. âI would really love to fly out there.â
A loud engine roared through your phone, cutting off Jasonâs voice briefly.
âShit, sorry about that, I gotta go. I loââ Jason hesitated before he was about to end the call, following up by several louder engines revving, overshadowing his voice despite how close he was to the phone. âI, uh, Iâll call you later.â
âStay safe, Jay.â
âWouldnât want it any other way.â
Beep.
The call clicked to end. No longer hearing the bustle around Jason as he was inching closer to his race.
Your heart beat rapidly in your ears as you continued to hold your phone in your hand despite the call ending moments ago.
You canât assume.
There are numerous words that start with that sound. Maybe it was a mistake?
â
âWhat the fuck, Roy?â Jason yelled over Roy revving his engine multiple times. âI was almost doneâwill you stopâRoy!â
Roy lifted his foot, no longer making the obnoxious noise.
âGet your helmet on, we gotta go. If you win, then you can talk on the phone all ya want.â Roy was ready to pull onto the track. âUnless you want to stay on the phone and I can win this for us?â
Roy laughed as he sped off.
Jason sighed in disbelief as he walked back to get make sure the final checks on his car were done.
Roy was the only one who could compete with him on the track, so maybe his words werenât just to instigate him.
He needed to focus because he wanted to see you and win while you were with him.
Jason put on his helmet, getting any last-minute safety precautions checked before he got the signal to drive out.
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jjk men with a girl w a thing for biting đđ (totes not self projecting)
Gojo who bites u back. Not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to leave at least a faint little mark. he doesn't know why you do it but he finds it so cute. he knows ur abt to cum when you start biting his shoulder and he bites the tip of your ear in response, stupid smug grin on his face :(
nanami who doesn't bite you back, but doesn't stop you either. he actually likes the biting, surprisingly enough. the only times he pushes you away is when you bite a *little* too close to the edge of his neck, the specific part visible in all his button-ups he uses to work. whenever that happened though, he lifts himself up just the slightest bit so you can bite his collarbone instead. "yeah... like that, sweet. just like that," brushing your hair back, holding you to his chest like he isn't bruising your cervix rn đđ
OH OH AND CHOSO. CHOSO'S THE BEST. because he bites back just as hard. hes just a half curse boy. he doesn't understand why you bite him either but never stops you. he's the one that likes it the most... for many reasons. one, he gets rock hard, two, he gets to bite you back. and it's insane because he bites more than you?! đŠ he just comes to the conclusion people like that and goes to town with it, the multiple teeth marks on ur thighs and tits prove that. yes he bites your pussy, next question (GENTLUY, HE COULD NEVER CHOMP UR PUSS, JUST A LIL NIBBLEđđđ)
-L
wait ur so real gojo would def bite back, please. heâd get so cocky, saying smth like âdid u just bite me, baby?â then begs for you to do it again, but harder. THE SMUG GRIN UR RIIIIGHT. he gets such a big head from it
nanami oh i need him bad đđđđđ heâd find it a bit odd at first but would reassure you itâs okay, and you can do it again. oh to bite his beefy arms. ur totally right ab him being sweet aaaah i want him NOOOWWW
choso đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«. yeah i think itâs been established heâs an actual freak in private. i feel like choso doesnât just bite â heâll actually suck on your skin, flicking his tongue across the soft teeth marks before moaning against your shoulder. oooh he loves bitin thighs yup âïž. BITING PUSSY IS CRAZY (meâŠâŠ.when)
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# NEED THAT â
( reader x lee heeseung )
IN WHICH: your annoying bf keeps dming you
BTW: some from pinterest. heeseung texting like every other 20 smth year old alpha male from a frat called sigma ligma.
read more !
â heeseung r u on ur way alr? â
â you did not just leave me on seen â
â r u kidding me ?!?!?? â
â alr itâs on sight â
â iâm 5 mins away â
â no weâre not baking anymore. i bet ur fingers r sore from texting other bitches all the time â
â đ â
â i bet ur head is sore from overthinking too much u delusional ass â
â okay â
â in the most psychotic and obsessive boyfriend way, i miss watching you sleep â
â what â
â i wonât take it back EVER â
â ur so weird â
â yh but u still like me dumbass đȘ â
â unfortunately â
â i want you so bad â
â iâm literally in love with you â
â can i come over? â
â pleaseeeeeeeeer â
â wtf â
â ermmm, i didnât send that, it was my inner demon or smth â
â sure â
â sure? â
â u can come over, i unlocked the door â
â FUCK YES â
â donât ever scream shit like that to me again lee heeseung. donât argue with me â
â GOV NAME?! IT WAS JUST A TINY FIGHT?! â
â well excuse me if our problems are not that important to you. donât expect dinner tn â
â ARE YOU BANNING ME FROM HAVING FOOD? â
â yh â
â how long? đ â
â until i forget iâm mad â
â woman⊠that could take years â
â donât talk 2 me like that, who do you think you are â
â uh. your bf â
â whatever â
â do you still love me? â
â what kinda goofy ahh question is thatđ€Ł â
â answer â
â yeah i do, i love you â
â even tho we fight like every 2 minutes? â
â especially because we fight every two mins. seeing u mad turns me on a lot đđđ â
â wow â
â heyyyy hot beautiful girlfrienddd of mine !!!! đȘ€đȘ€đȘ€ â
â hey â
â whatâs that supposed to mean? â
â are you calling me a rat? â
â what? omg no, i would never â
â đȘ€ â
â ?????? â
â doesnât that cheese look yummy? â
â iâm blocking you â
â so no cheese ? â
â bro â
â i mean â
â hot ass sexy pretty beautiful gorjuss girlfriend on mine â
â gorjuss ⊠â
â let me talk, i got smth important 2 say â
â so this emoji đ«ą â
â it gets like â
â a whole ass new dark meaning â
â when u consider that â
â the hand might not be his â
â but someone who is behind him covering his mouth â
â and jerkign him off â
â wish that was u huh â
â mayhaphs â
â r u free? â
â no â
â okay so u hate me â
â lee heeseung â
â đđđđ â
â gf where r u'
â i am literally so embarrassed â
â everyone at the restaurant will think my date bailed on me â
â i look so hot rn fr â
â like how could u ever bail on me â
â gf gf gf gf â
â uh. hello y/n? â
â it's been 30 years.... â
â i miss u â
â the winters have grown so long in your absence â
â i fear the crops won't last through the night â
â the chill of this wind... it's so cold.... â
â i shall perish tonight with the last of the corn plants â
â heeseung, iâm looking 4 a space to park, calm down â
â my bad â
â can i tie a ribbon around your bicep? â
â what why? â
â just for smth â
â can i say no? â
â what do you think â
â well damn. ok â
â make it pretty â
â đ€ â
EXTRA:
masterlist.
#heeseung enha#lee heeseung x you#lee heeseung x y/n#heeseung x reader#lee heeseung#heeseung#kpop x fem reader#kpop x you#kpop x reader#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enha imagines#enha scenarios#enha x reader#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x y/n#enhypen x you
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Potentially controversial opinion regarding headcanons/mentions of SA
I think itâs quite strange to headcanon that a character has sexual traumaâŠ.. like just out of the blue off the top of your headâŠâŠ and I donât mean like if they canonically had an event occur that couldâve been sexually traumatizing and then expanding on that trauma in a way that the show didnât I mean straight up headcanoning like âhc this character was raped and now has traumaâ LIKE WHAT DO U MEAN? To me that is one of the most blatant forms of romanticization of SA I can imagine. Thatâs not something you should CHOOSE for any preexisting character like if youâre making an OC thatâs one thing but just deciding someone has been assaulted for no reason other than you want them to be even more victimized and traumatized and to add character texture strikes me as odd because sexual trauma is not a personality trait it is TRAUMAAA
Like the incessant clinging to the idea that Spencer was saâd by his father as a child when we are SHOWN that in fact did NOT happen, or acknowledging that cat objectively told him he was not assaulted in Mexico and that it would be scientifically impossible for that to have occurred (which btw I have doubts that he wouldnât have realized that because he surely knows about the effects of drugs on sexual response and also it just doesnât make any sense that Lindsay wouldâve been able to somehow transfer his sperm from Mexico to cat in prison in America without it dying) and STILL being like âwell it still couldâve happened she couldâve been lying that it didnât!!â Like brother WHY do we want him to have sexual trauma so bad Iâm not saying itâs impossible that he wouldnât have from the cat situation because ofc he couldâve been under the impression that something happened though I think itâs a bit of a plot hole but considering him being a genius who wouldâve realized that but hasnât he gone through enough???đđ
Also there is male representation of SA trauma LITERALLY RIGHT THERE IN THE FORM KF DEREK MORGAN WHY DO WE IGNORE HIM HELLO!!!!!
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âIt happens before I have time to question it. A maneuver that comes without thought. Executed as practiced. And practiced many times in the cave. To complete it Iâm forced to leave myself undefended from an attack. An attack from the redhood. But the attack doesnât come. He just takes cover from the blast. Like practiced.â
In battle against Captain Nazi and Hyena, Jason leaps at Bruce with his hand out. Without thought, Bruce grabs it and flings Jason in the air to give him the height to throw batarangs down at Captain Nazi. Bruce completes the move by tossing explosives into the barrage while Jason takes cover. Just as they practiced while Jason was Robin. (Batman #647)
#Jason and Bruce#under the hood#Jason Todd#Bruce Wayne#dc#IM GOING FUCKING FERAL HOLY HELL#sobbing#crying#screaming into the void#what the fuck dc#why would u do this to me đđđđđđđđđ#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure#HOW DARE#but also I wanna see this with dickkkkkkkk#pls dc Iâm on my hands and knees
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The boy stops in his tracks. âI know you,â he says, tilting his head curiously. Heâs not tall, but heâs regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leiaâs hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?
âThatâs nice,â she says, and shoots him anyway.
He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. Sheâs only seen one of those before, and itâs Vaderâs. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, sheâs in deep shit.
Sheâs smart enough to know when sheâs outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.
Later, as sheâs getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didnât try to stop her.
She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. âDoes he not like it here?â Sheâd asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. âIs itâŠbecause of me?â
âOh, Leia,â her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. âItâs not that, I promise.â
âThen what is it?â
âMaster Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.â Brehaâs eyes grew deeper, darker. âIt was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, thatâs all.â
Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.
The next time sheâd seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didnât seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. âHeâs lonely,â sheâd told her mother. âNo one should be lonely.â
Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. Heâd aged thirty years in the ten it had been.
He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.
âLeia,â he greets. âItâs been a long time.â
Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.
Kenobi freezes in his tracks. âLuke?â He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if heâd been speaking directly into her ear.
Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.
In an instant, Leia understands everything.
Kenobi is still staring at the boy heâd lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.
Later, as sheâs pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.
Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.
âThey know where you are,â he hisses frantically. âTheyâre coming for you. You have to run.â
âWait!â Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness sheâd felt since theyâd landed. She tended to trust her gut. âHow do you know? How much time do we have?â
âNot important, and not enough,â he says. âI have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.â
âHow do I know I can trust you? I donât even know who you are.â
He pauses. âCall me Skywalker.â
âThatâs not an answer, Skywalker.â
âYes it is.â
She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.
âShit,â Skywalker mutters. âI have to go. Iâll be in contact, okay? Donât ever tell me where you are, or where youâre heading. Vader and Palpatine arenât shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.â
âButââ
Itâs too late. The comm has disconnected.
She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know theyâre here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?
Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.
Itâs probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.
Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. âHey Princess, can you tell these idiotsââ
She makes a decision then and there.
âWeâre leaving.â
âWhat?â
âWeâre evacuating, effective immediately.â She pushes past him, and he follows so close heâs nearly stepping on her heel.
âWhy? I think itâs pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesnât hurt, either.â
âApparently too cozy.â She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. âEmergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, Iâll let you know where weâre headed when weâre in orbit.â
He salutes and scurries off.
âWoah, hey now.â Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. âWhatâs going on?â
âThereâs a new informant. He told me the Empire knows weâre here. Theyâre coming for us.â
âAnd you trust this person becauseâŠâ
âI donât have a choice,â she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. âItâs either heâs lying and weâre not in danger, or heâs telling the truth and weâre going to die if we donât listen. Itâs not exactly hard math.â
It could be a trap of course, but he hadnât suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasnât inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.
He squints at her. âThatâs not it.â
âWhat?â
âI donât believe you,â he insists. Heâs so infuriating. Leia doesnât know why she hasnât kicked him out yet.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYes you do, and youâre either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.â
âWho said I was riding on your hunk of junk?â She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that canât fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesnât need to know that.
âWell?â
Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesnât know when she let that happen.
âI feel it,â she admits, defeated. âSomething tells me heâs trustworthy. Weâll wait and see if itâs right.â
He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside sheâs jittery at the scrutiny. They donât have time for this.
âYeah, all right,â Han finally says.
âReally?â
âYes, really.â He rolls his eyes, like sheâs not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man sheâs never even met. âNow come on, Princess, werenât you the one who said we had to hurry?â
What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They donât have time to find out.
âSo thereâs good news and bad news.â
âBad news first,â she demands.
âThey know thereâs a mole.â
âShit.â Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empireâs plans. âThe good news?â
âTheyâve tasked me with hunting down this âpathetic rebel spy,ââ Skywalker says, humor in his voice. âThat should buy me some time.â
Leia canât quite stop the snort she lets out. âSeriously?â
âYep. Youâre speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.â
âWell congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.â
âThank you,â he says grandly. Then, quieter, âIt wonât last, Princess. Theyâll find out eventually.â
âI know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.â
âWill it?â He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesnât know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.
Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.
Unless he didnât.
Itâs ridiculous. Itâs impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.
But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.
The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.
Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatineâs intrusions.
Powerful enough to hide the fact that heâs a spy.
Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.
Maybe Luke isnât so bad after all.
âNo, no, no,â she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. âDonât be dead, please donât be dead.â
âPrincessâŠâ Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.
âNo, heâs not dead. Heâs not. Luke!â
A faint cough answers her, and sheâs so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, âSome damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?â
âLuke, itâs me,â she sobs. âItâs Leia. Youâre at the Rebel Base. Youâre safe.â
More coughing, and thereâs a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, âYou knowâŠmy name?â
âI figured it out.â
âSmart.â This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.
âShit, kid,â Han says, moving another piece of rubble. âDonât talk. Weâre gonna get you out of here, all right?â
âStand back,â Luke chokes out.
âWhat?â
âStand back. Please.â
Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.
âClear,â she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.
The TIE explodes.
âFuck!â Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that sheâd just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.
And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.
âLuke!â She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.
As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.
Han is still looking at the TIE. âCan you do that?â He asks quietly.
Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. âIs that what youâre most concerned with right now? Really?â
âExcuse me for asking, Princess!â
âItâs white,â Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. âI hate wearing white.â
âShould I be offended?â
He rolls his eyes. âDonât even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.â
âWell,â she says gingerly. âI guess itâs a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think weâre twins.â
He snorts. âYeah, right.â
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#luke skywalker#han solo#leia organa#imperial luke skywalker#exactly when luke was taken by the empire is totally up to speculation it could honestly be anywhere from newborn to 5#as for why luke has his dadâs blue lightsaber here instead of like a red one or smth- well you see your honor I thought it would be a slay#but also when you think about it for more than 5 seconds youâre like actually yeah thatâs sick and twisted of palpatine and vader actually#youâre carrying your fathers most treasured weapon#you donât know your father once fought the rise of the very empire you stand to inherit with that blade. you donât know who he defended#you donât know your father brought about the end of the republic with that same weapon#he killed the younglings with it. he fought his closest companion with it#youâre carrying what was once your fathers most treasured weapon. you are your fathers most treasured weapon#just as your father is a weapon now#also I didnât make it clear but obi-wan has his âstrike me down and I become strongerâ moment like he still dies on purpose to cause proble#but when he saw luke he couldnât look away. he had to see him with living eyes one last time#can u tell I had So Many Thoughts on everyone elseâs perspective in this fic too#han is having a constant crisis in the background because 1) force is real 2) princess is annoying AND pretty which sucks for him#in particular and 3) pretty princess is learning to use the force and is hot while doing it. Chewie is laughing at him. life is hell#good lord did not mean to put an entire essay in the tags. i love their super special twin powers (cosmic entity that binds their souls)#edit: GUYS I FORGOT TO NAME THE FUCKING AU#AND WHEN I TRY AND FIX IT IT GLITCHES OUT ON MEEE đđđ
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if you had read the story of hind raghab, if you had seen the picture of the child hanging from a pole, its lower body shredded, if you had seen the boy carrying pieces of his brother in a body bag, if you had known the soul of my soul, the story of refaat, and the countless war crimes israel has committed just in 7 months then you wouldnât stream the song skz is putting out with charlie puth, a zionist and overall bad human, and that israeli producer. you would send a clear message that zionism isnt welcome in any capacity in any medium and you wouldnât want to fund people who support its hateful ideology. this isnt a matter of being a skz anti and im so fucking tired of people painting it as such. where do you draw the line for your morals?
#âim just here for the kidsâ they will be fine if you dont stream one song#and even it they wouldnt be it doesnât matter because human lives prevail profit#i just saw a fanbase raising 3500+ for this song#do u know what this kind of money could do for a family of palestinians rn#im so livid and itâs actually crazy that there isnt a general consensus about boycotting this song as it has been for cocacola#whatâs different?#maybe u saw that this song could actually chart so u dgaf anymore about palestinian lives????#why would u even want skz to br associated with zionists in the long run???#im so mad like this is driving me insane#charlie puth is a nobody too like đ FREE US OH MY GOD#stray kids
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reblogging comment review from @zyafics
just some of my commentaries while i read <3 âŹïž
Rafe Cameron
oh this buildup was TOOO good i audibly SCREAMED hahaha
He was leaning against a stack of crates, his sharp blue eyes watching the scene with an unsettling intensity. The heir to the Cameron fortune, he was the last guy you expected to see here, in the heart of Calebâs operation. But the rumors had been swirling for monthsâRafe had gone off the deep end, running drugs and getting involved with people like your boyfriend. It was a far cry from the pampered Kook prince heâd once been, and the transformation was as terrifying as it was tragic.Â
iâm imagining that he has a cigarette in his mouth, a sort of detachment to the situation, as his eyes sweeps over the interactions and then YOU (SCREAMING đââïžđââïžđââïž)
Especially not when Caleb was only a few steps away, talking to a man known for leaving bodies in the marsh when deals went south.
a MURDERER (heâs so hot)
âWhat the hell happened to you?â His voice was low, almost felt dangerous in a way that was different from Caleb's. There was no threat in it. Not to you.
giggling like a schoolgirl rn
âYou need to get out of here,â he said, âYou canât keep letting him do this to you.â
why do u care RAFE HAVE U BEEN HURT BEFORE
But as that piece of shit dragged you down the dock, his mind drifted back to his mother. He could still remember the bruises she used to try to hide, the way sheâd flinch when Wardâs voice got too loud, too sharp. And he could remember the times when his dadâs rage wasnât directed at her but at him. Because Rafe looked too much like her, Ward Cameron had a twisted way of showing his grief when she passed away.Â
oh this characterization eats
You didnât think guys like him ever used that word. It felt foreign hearing it fall from his lips.
LOVE A DANGEROUS PRETTY BOY WHO BEGS
âIâll kill him first. Iâm not afraid of him princess,â he said, and you believed him.
i love him so much pls đđđ
But for now, you didnât need his anger âyou needed help, comfort. You needed him to be there for you.
the angst and build-up was so INCREDIBLE and i absolutely adore how this played out
Heâd kill Caleb if he ever attempted to take you.
PAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUSSSEEEEEEEEEEEE I THOUGHT WE WOULD GET A CONFRONTATION A BEATDOWN AS U WILL đđđ oh fuck i love this so much
đ something about this specific fic just melts my heart; i love first and foremost how u characterize reader as not someone weak, but someone in a tough situation. and i love how rafe is rough and gentle with reader đ„č my FAVORITE part was the second half where reader came up to rafeâs door, iâm so proud of her (me?) for reaching out for help and how PROTECTIVE rafe is
Dang. I so bad want to see a sweet reader in a toxic relationship with the drug leader of a gang. And that said gang has a feud with another one. Rafeâs and he is the leader of that gang. And despite being a criminal, Rafe has some honor and would never treat a girl badly. And there is lingering tension from a distance of Rafe being all ââI could treat you betterââ and wanting to help her get out of that relationship while she thinks that all guys must be just like her boyfriend, so she has not thought further about Rafe beyond that he is attractive.
okay so this turned out a lil different and i feel like i'd have to write another part to develop their relationship and the longing....so...
two birds, one stone - r.c (+18)
pairing: drugdealer!rafe x sweet!reader
warnings: domestic violence; mentions of drugs and drug dealing;
word count: 4.7k
You stood at the edge of the dock, the wooden planks creaking under your beat up shoes as you nervously glanced at the group of men clustered by the boats.Â
Caleb, your boyfriend, had dragged you here without warning, his mood volatile as ever. Youâd tried to avoid his attention when heâd pulled up outside the rundown house youâd been staying in the cut, but heâd simply sneered, ordering you into the car without a word.
Now, as you watched him move through the crowd of his men, you felt like jumping into the water was a much better option. He was dangerous on a good day, but when he was in one of his moods, it was like walking on a knifeâs edge. And tonight, that edge felt particularly sharp. Drowning in the sea felt much more forgiving than being at the mercy of his hands.Â
He was deep in conversation with Barry, one of his most trusted dealers, his posture tense as always, and his tone clipped. Barry also had a reputation for being as ruthless as they came when he wanted to, and the fact that Caleb was speaking to him in such hushed tones only made you want to get the hell away from this place. You knew better than to ask questions, though; Caleb didnât tolerate curiosity, especially from you.Â
Your eyes drifted across the dock, taking in the faces of the other menârough, hardened, with the kind of dead eyes that came from too many years in the game. But then you landed on someone who didnât quite fit the mold. Someone you hadnât seen in years.
Rafe Cameron.
He was leaning against a stack of crates, his sharp blue eyes watching the scene with an unsettling intensity. The heir to the Cameron fortune, he was the last guy you expected to see here, in the heart of Calebâs operation. But the rumors had been swirling for monthsâRafe had gone off the deep end, running drugs and getting involved with people like your boyfriend. It was a far cry from the pampered Kook prince heâd once been, and the transformation was as terrifying as it was tragic.Â
His eyes flicked over to you, and you hated every second of it, your skin prickling as if he could see right through youâthe forced indifference, the carefully crafted apathy that kept you safe.Â
He didnât know you, not really. You were just another face in a town too small for secrets, a girl tied up in something ugly. The most you'd ever shared was a passing glance or a half-hearted smile at some party years ago, still in your teen years.
You knew of him, of courseâwho didnât? The Cameron name carried weight, even when it was whispered behind closed doors.
âCome here,â Calebâs voice snapped you out of your starting, and you flinched, quickly turning away as you moved toward your boyfriend, hoping the hadnât noticed you ogling another man.Â
The word boyfriend felt wrong, too soft for what Caleb really was to you. He was more like a personal nightmare than a partner, and the bruises hidden beneath your clothes were proof enough of that.
He grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him as he continued his conversation with Barry as you tried not too wince. God forbid he saw you whining. His fingers dug into your skin even harder, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. He liked to do this in front of his menâshow them that he was in control, that you were his and his alone. It was all about power with him and youâd learned the hard way not to resist.
âKeep an eye on her,â he muttered to Barry before turning his attention back to you, his grip tightening. âStay here, and donât move. Iâve got business to take care of.â
You nodded obediently, not trusting yourself to speak. Everything made Caleb tick when he was in this mood. The last thing you wanted was to provoke him. But as he stepped away, Barryâs eyes followed him, and you couldnât help but feel like someone was watching you, again.
As if on cue, Rafe pushed off the crates and sauntered over to where you stood, as if he didnât have a care in the world. As if he didnât know men like Caleb would kill girls like you if they breathed the same air as other men.
He still looked the same, maybe a little bit older but he still carried that same detached arrogance.Â
âYou look like youâre in a real bad spot, princess,â Rafe drawled, his smooth voice setting your nerves on fire. He tilted his head slightly, watching you as if trying to figure out what you were doing here, tangled up in something so beneath someone like you.
âIâm fine,â you mumbled, hoping heâd just lose interest and walk away. You didnât want to be on anyoneâs radar tonight, especially not his. Especially not when Caleb was only a few steps away, talking to a man known for leaving bodies in the marsh when deals went south.
But Rafe didnât move.Â
Instead, he stepped closer, leaning just close enough that you could smell the faint scent of smoke on him.Â
âIâve seen girls like you before,â he said, his voice lower now, âThink you can handle a guy like him? Youâre playing with fire, sweetheart.â
If he only knew. Even after being tangled up with the worst kind of people, there was still a sort of naivety to him. You knew he was never the kind of guy to settle down, be in a relationship, so how could he ever possibly understand that you werenât here because you wanted to? You were because you had to. Because youâd been stupid enough to fall for Calebâs shit and crazy enough to let your parents kick you out.
There was no way out. There was no help. No one.Â
 âIâm not playing,â you shot back, you needed him to back off, to stop poking at wounds that were already there. His eyes narrowed slightly, catching the edge in your voice, but he didnât retreat. If anything, he seemed more intrigued.
âCouldâve fooled me,â he said, his gaze flicking briefly to where Caleb stood.
âYou donât know anything about me,â you muttered, turning your face away. If Caleb saw this, saw you talking to someone he didnât approve of, especially Rafe, you knew thereâd be hell to pay later. But he wasnât making it easy. He was still standing there, too close.
You lifted your hand, fixing the annoying pieces of hair that kept clinging to your face in the heat. It took you less than a second, but it was enough for your shirt to ride up the slightest. His eyes flickered down, following the fast movement, and that was all it took for him to see. To notice. The bruises on your stomach.
âWhat the hell happened to you?â His voice was low, almost felt dangerous in a way that was different from Caleb's. There was no threat in it. Not to you.
You instinctively crossed your arms over your stomach, trying to cover the bruises, but it was too late. Heâd already seen them.
âI said Iâm fine,â your voice trembled despite your efforts to sound strong. You looked away, unable to meet his eyes, afraid of what you might see thereâpity, disgust, maybe even understanding.Â
But he didnât back off. He took another step closer, his hand reaching out like he wanted to touch you, to see if they were real. But he stopped himself.
âHow longâs he been doing this to you?â
You bit your lip. The last thing you needed was to cry in front of him, or worse, in front of Caleb. You couldnât afford to show weakness. Not here. Not now.
âItâs none of your business,â you gritted out, hoping that would be enough to make him stop asking questions. But he just shook his head.
âYou need to get out of here,â he said, âYou canât keep letting him do this to you.â
No one had ever talked to you like this, like you were worth saving, like you deserved better. But it also terrified you. Because the truth was, you didnât see a way out. Not without making everything worse.
Before you could respond, Caleb showed up, barking away, âWhat the fuck are you two talking about?â
You flinched, immediately stepping back from Rafe as Caleb stormed over, his eyes flashing with suspicion.Â
âJust meeting the missus, calm the fuck down.â
"Is that right?" Caleb sneered, his voice dripping with venom. He grabbed your arm roughly, yanking you closer to him as if to reassert his claim on you. The pain shot through your arm, but you bit down on your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction, âShe doesnât look like sheâs in the mood to talk to anyone, Cameron, does she?â He hissed, his grip tightening until you felt your skin bruising beneath his fingers. âSo why donât you back off before I make you?â
Caleb was unpredictable, and you knew how easily he could lose control. If Rafe pushed him any further, it could get ugly fast.
But Rafe didnât back down. He held Calebâs glare with a chilling calmness that made your stomach twist. It was like he was daring Caleb to make a move, to see what would happen. You had to do something, anything.
âCaleb, itâs nothing,â you blurted out, forcing yourself to sound calm even though you were shaking inside. âHe was just saying hi. Thatâs all.â
He didnât look convinced, but his brown eyes flicked back to you, his grip loosening slightly. âYou better not be lying to me,â he warned, his voice carrying a promising threat you were all too familiar with.
âIâm not,â you promised, âPlease, letâs just go.â
He turned back to Rafe,  âStay the fuck away from her, Cameron,â He spat, his voice laced with threat. âOr youâll regret it.â
Rafe didnât snap back, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his muscles tensed as if ready to jump into action at any moment. You knew he got into fights daily back when he was younger, you just hoped he knew better now.
âCome on,â Caleb growled, pulling you away from Rafe, his grip still painfully tight.Â
You followed him, your heart pounding in your chest, praying that Rafe wouldnât do something reckless. You were tired of getting caught up in the crossfire between menâs egoâs.Â
As he dragged you away, back to your personal hell, you risked a glance back at Rafe. He was still standing there, watching you, it made your skin crawl. You couldnât tell what he was thinking, but you knew this wasnât over. Not by a long shot.
And that terrified you more than anything else.
Rafe watched you leave, every instinct screamed at him to rip you away from that piece of shit and deal with the fallout later, but he knew better. Heâd seen how this played out too many times before, in his own house, behind closed doors where no one was watching. He didnât know why he cared. He shouldnât care. You werenât his problem, and Caleb was the kind of guy who didnât let go of what he thought was his.
But as that piece of shit dragged you down the dock, his mind drifted back to his mother. He could still remember the bruises she used to try to hide, the way sheâd flinch when Wardâs voice got too loud, too sharp. And he could remember the times when his dadâs rage wasnât directed at her but at him. Because Rafe looked too much like her, Ward Cameron had a twisted way of showing his grief when she passed away.Â
His dad had been the same as Calebâcharming on the outside, maybe for the first months, but vicious once he got behind closed doors. He had learned from an early age that there was no escape, no safe place to hide. Heâd spent his whole life trying to be good enough, strong enough, but it never mattered. In the end, he was just a punching bag, a constant reminder of everything his dad had lost when his mom passed. Even if Ward never had her in the first place.Â
Seeing you with those same bruises, that same haunted look in your eyes, it did something to him. He had promised himself, despite everything he did, heâd never lay hands on a woman. He wasnât the type to get involved in other peopleâs problemsâhell, he had enough of his own. But this was different, it felt all too familiar, a little too close to home.Â
The way you tried to pretend everything was okay, how you tried to act like those bruises werenât killing you day by day. Heâd seen his mom do the same thing, day after day, pretending like the world wasnât falling around her. Heâd seen it in the mirror, too, in the years after she died, when heâd become his dadâs favorite target.
And that look in your eyes, the one that said youâd given up on anyone helping you, that you had accepted your fateâit pissed him off more than anything. Because heâd seen that look before, too. Heâd worn it himself for years. But no one had come to save him, no one had pulled him out before he fell too deep. Heâd had to claw his way out on his own, and even now, he wasnât sure if heâd ever really made it.
He knew he was a shitty person, a drug dealer whoâd fucked up more lives than he could count. But seeing you with Caleb, it felt personal. Like something in him was telling him he couldnât walk away from this. That if he did, heâd be just as bad as his old man.
Rafeâs jaw tightened as he watched Caleb shove you into his car, barking orders at the men around him like he was some kind of kingpin. The way you shrank back, trying to disappear into yourself, made his stomach turn. He couldnât stand seeing all of it. Not again.
He wasnât going to let you end up like his mom. Not if he could help it.
Three days later, you found yourself back in town. You didnât want to be out, not like this. But Caleb had sent you on an errand, yelling at you to get it done fast or face the consequences. You knew better.
Your arms ached as you held the grocery bag close, the weight of it pulling at the fresh bruises that painted your skin in painful hues of blue and purple. The collar of your shirt was pulled up high, hiding the dark marks on your neck, but nothing could stop the constant reminder of Calebâs temper. Or the lack of it.
You kept your head down, hoping to get in and out of the store without anyone noticing you. The last thing you needed was to run into someone you knew, not that you still had any friends by this point. But still.
As you rounded the corner, you nearly collided with someoneâtall, solid, and all too familiar. You looked up, startled, and found yourself staring into Rafeâs blue eyes.
He didnât speak right away, scanning you it with the same intensity that made you want to run for you life. You quickly looked away, but not before he saw the discoloration peeking out from under your collar.
âHey,â he said, his voice rough, but not unkind. It was the first time in days that someone had spoken to you without anger or disgust.
âRafe,â you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out shaky. âIâIâm justââ
âRunning errands for that asshole?â he cut in. His eyes flicked to the bag in your arms, noting how you winced when you shifted its weight.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that youâd been wanting to spill for the past twenty-four hours. You didnât want to cry in front of him, didnât want him to see just how broken you were.Â
âLet me see,â he demanded, his tone softer this time, but it made it clear he wasnât asking.
âNo.â
âPlease.â
You didnât think guys like him ever used that word. It felt foreign hearing it fall from his lips.
You hesitated, instinctively trying to make yourself look smaller, but the look in his eyes, the same fucking determination, made you realize there was no point in hiding it. Not from him. Not when he already knew.
Slowly, you pulled the collar of your shirt down, just enough to reveal the bruises on your neck, the ugly marks left by your boyfriendâs fingers. His eyes darkened, black consuming the blue, and his jaw tightened as he took in the sight. He didnât say anything for a long moment, but you could feel the anger radiating off him, barely contained.
âJesus,â he muttered under his breath, fingertips itching to grab his gun and shove it down Calebâs throat.
You werenât used to anyone caring, let alone someone like him, and it made you want to run away even more.
âI told you, itâs none of your business,â you said, your voice coming out more defensive than you intended.
You were scaredâscared of Caleb, scared of Rafe, and scared of what might happen if the two ever collided. The last thing you wanted was to drag him into your mess, no matter how much his concern awoke something in you that you hadnât felt in a long time.
âYâthink Iâm just gonna let you walk away like this?â Rafeâs voice was low, almost a growl, and he stepped closer. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, his fists clenched at his sides as if he was barely holding himself back from storming over to Caleb and finishing this for good.
âRafe, please,â you whispered, your voice cracking as the tears youâd been holding back almost spilled over. âYou donât understand. Heâll kill me.â
âIâll kill him first. Iâm not afraid of him princess,â he said, and you believed him.
But that wasnât the point. You were afraid, and that fear kept you trapped in a cycle you didnât know how to break.
âMaybe you should be,â you muttered, trying to step around him, but he didnât let you go that easily. His hand shot out, grabbing your armânot rough like Calebâs grip, but firm enough to stop you.Â
âListenâ"
âI donât need your help,â you lied, hating the way your voice wavered. You wanted to believe you could handle it on your own, but the truth was, you couldn't.
Rafeâs grip on your arm loosened, but he didnât let go. Instead, he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. âIf you change your mind, you know where to find me.â
You felt a tear slip down your cheek before you could stop it. You quickly wiped it away, cursing yourself for showing weakness in front of him. But Rafe didnât say anything. He just watched you.
âI need to go.â
You couldnât stay here any longer, couldnât let yourself believe that someone like Rafe Cameron could actually care about someone like you.
But as you turned to leave, he called after you,  âI meant what I said.â
That night, as you lay in bed, bruises still aching, you couldnât stop thinking about Rafe. About the way he looked at you, as if you were worth something, as if you werenât just another broken girl in a world full of them. You wanted to believe him, but believing meant hoping, and hoping had only ever gotten you hurt. Still, the idea that someoneâanyoneâmight care enough to try to help you was getting harder and harder to ignore.
Caleb was still out, probably meeting with Barry or some of the other guys, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he came back. And when he did, you had to be readyâready to play the role he expected, ready to keep him calm. Ready to survive another night. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, the fear coiling tighter with every second.Â
Caleb would be back soon. And if he found out about your encounter with Rafe...You swallowed hard, the taste of bile rising in your throat. You couldnât let that happen. You couldnât let him  find out.
What if Rafe really could help you? What if there was a way out of this nightmare?
The bedroom door creaked open suddenly. You sat up instantly as Caleb stepped into the room, his eyes were bloodshot, and you could smell the alcohol on him even from across the room.
âWhere the hell were you today?â he demanded, his voice slurred. You knew better than to lie, but the truth was just as dangerous.
âI was running the errands you asked me to,â you replied carefully, âI went to the store and came straight back. I swear.â
He stared at you, his eyes narrowing as if trying to decide whether or not to believe you. âYou better not be lying to me,â he muttered, stumbling slightly as he moved toward you. âYou know what happens when you lie.â
âIâm not lying,â you insisted, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. âI did everything you asked.â
He stood over you now, his shadow falling across your bed like a dark omen. You braced yourself for what was coming, but instead of hitting you, he just stared down at you.Â
âYou think Iâm stupid?â he hissed suddenly, his hand lashing out to grab your wrist. The pain was immediate, but you bit down on your lip, refusing to cry out. âI know when youâre hiding something.â
âIâm notââ you started, but he cut you off, his grip tightening until you could feel the bones in your wrist grinding together.
âDonât fucking lie to me!â he roared, shaking you violently. âI know you were talking to someone. Who was it? Was it one of those Kook pricks? Were you flirting with them? Like the slut you are?â
The fear turned to cold dread as you realized he must have heard something about your run-in with Rafe. If he knew youâd been talking to him, there was no telling what he might do.
âNo,â you lied quickly, desperation crawling up your throat, âI wasnât talking to anyone. I swear, Caleb, it was just me.â
He stared at you for a long second, his eyes boring into yours but then his expression gave away into something ugly, something feral, and before you could react, his fist came down hard, striking you across the face.
The impact sent you sprawling back onto the bed, stars exploding in your vision as pain radiated through your skull. You tasted blood in your mouth, your lip split from the force of the blow, but you didnât have time to recover before he was on you again, his hands around your throat.
âIâll fucking kill you if I ever catch you with another man,â he snarled, his grip tightening until you couldnât breathe. âDo you hear me? Youâre mine, and Iâll fucking kill you before I let you go.â
You clawed at his hands, panic taking over you as your vision started to blur. You couldnât breathe, couldnât think, and the world was fading to black around the edges. But just as you thought it was over, he released you, shoving you away as if you were nothing more than a piece of trash.
You gasped for air, coughing and choking as you scrambled to get away from him, but he just laughed, a cold, heartless sound that made your blood run cold. You hated him.
âDonât forget who you belong to,â he sneered, turning away as if you were no longer worth his attention. âNext time, you wonât be so lucky.â
He staggered out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and you collapsed onto the bed, your body shaking with sobs you couldnât hold back any longer.
Maybe you didnât have to do this alone.
The next morning, when the sun rose and Caleb was passed out in a drunken stupor, you made a decision. You couldnât keep living like this. And if there was even a chance that Rafe could help you, you had to take it.
Rafe wasnât a stranger to darkness. Heâd lived with it, fought against it, and at times, even embraced it. But seeing that same darkness reflected in your eyes had fucked him up in a way he wasnât prepared for. He wasnât sure if youâd believe him, if youâd actually reach out. But damn, he hoped you would. Rafe was about to head downstairs, maybe grab a drink to take the edge off, when he heard the faint sound of footsteps outside. It was lateâtoo late for anyone to be dropping by Tannyhill unannounced. His curiosity piqued, he moved toward the window, peering out into the dim light of the porch.
And then he saw you.
You stood there, looking lost and broken, your shoulders hunched. Even from this distance, he could see the bruises on your face, the way you were holding yourself like every movement caused you pain. Without thinking, he moved toward the door, his pulse quickening. He wasnât sure what had happened since he last saw you, but he knew it was bad. And more than anything, he knew that you needed him right now.
He reached the door just as the bell echoed through the stillness of the house. For a moment, he stood there, hand resting on the doorknob, trying to calm himself down. He could feel the tension radiating from you, even from the other side of the door, sensing the desperation in the way you leaned slightly forward, as if fearing the door might never open.
Rafe inhaled deeply before turning the knob, his heart racing as he faced you. The soft light from the porch cast gentle shadows across your face, accentuating the fresh bruises and tear-streaked cheeks. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes wide and glassy, and he could see the way your lower lip trembled as you tried to hold back more tears. He hadnât felt such an incredible need to protect someone in years. He didnât need to ask what happenedâhe could guess. And the thought of someone hurting you, making you feel like this, made him want to turn this whole town upside down.Â
But for now, you didnât need his anger âyou needed help, comfort. You needed him to be there for you.
âHelp me,â you whispered, your voice so soft and broken that it almost undid him right there. âPlease.â
Rafe didnât hesitate. He reached out, his hands gentler than theyâve ever been as he pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. You were shaking, your whole body trembling like a leaf as if you were about to fall apart, and he could feel the tears soaking through his polo as you collapsed against him.
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, feeling the way your body shook with heart-wrenching sobs. He just held you, letting you cry it out, his hand gently stroking your hair as he tried to soothe you.
âItâs okay,â he murmured eventually, his voice a low murmur though he wasnât sure if he was saying it for your benefit or his own. âYouâre safe here. Iâve got you.â
He wasnât going to let anyone hurt you again. Not if he could help it. And he sure as hell wasnât going to let you go through this alone.
âCome on,â he whispered, pulling back slightly to look down at you. âLetâs get you cleaned up, okay? You can stay here tonight. No oneâs gonna bother you.â
Heâd kill Caleb if he ever attempted to take you.
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finally got the âoff road raceâ text from pookie !! đ€§ i need to write a good biker boy au abt this asap đ©âĄđȘ
#biker sylus#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#ngl sending vids from biketok is something i do with irl bf#so i can relate to mc and sylus here heavily đ#also the reason why he pulled me sb#i love bikes & biker boysss đ€đïžđš#iâd die for biker girls too pls iâll be one real soooooon#ugh they made sylus so perfectly heâs heaven to me#do u guys think heâd own an s1k ?? or probably an m1krr#but heâs so ducati coded#like a v4 would fit him well bcos he looks expensive#but in terms of aesthetic a black-red honda fireblade would also look fire on him idkk#saint.txt#l&ds: gallery
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genuinely devastating that it's been four years since hlvrai came out and i still haven't seen ANY art of dr. coomer and dexter jettster together đą come on bro hes dr. coomers FAVORITE star wars character. they can hang out in the diner (from star wars: the clone wars)!!!! i think he would love that shit. we have the freedom to draw whatever we want and yet.........!!! đ world is a fuck
#genuinely tho if someone did actually draw that at some point (past or future) send me the link please đđđđđđ#hlvrai#sw#muffin mumbles#also u might be saying ''well why dont you draw it yourself?'' the answer is i cant do either of them justice separately#so as much as i really really want to. It would look like dogshit đđđ one day i will be able to do this idea justice#not today though đ#also . sighs deeply. đ€ the diner was actually in attack of the clones (the second prequel) NOT the clone wars!!!#attack of the clones is a live action movie!!! clone wars is an animated tv show!!!#people mess this up all the time and it drives me CRAZY. and by crazy i mean barely even mildly annoyed LOL
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People donât talk about MC needing to wear a magical ring to not accidentally yk cause NATURAL DISASTERS with their powers??? Not only accidentally but without realising???
Diavolo or smthn is asking too much of MC or being a bit too annoying and their other hand slowly drifts towards the ring and they hold onto it while maintaining dead eye contact. Like continue to piss me off hoe Iâll blink and blow a hole in your castle idk
Obv they never do it (or do they?) but the threat is there and itâs a risk dia (or whoever but Iâm using dia) canât take
#âMC itâs your turn to take the trash out!â#*slowly reaches for the ring*#âon second thought-â#type beat#no cause why have I not seen ANYONE talk about how MCs magic is so strong they were GETTING RID OF PONDS in the celestial realm#and CREATING SINK HOLES in the devildom#Iâve also heard they were causing Natural disasters in the human world but I donât remember if that was canon or not#imagine an MC that has sensory issues that means they struggle to wear rings to sleep#or just the DENT MC would get on their fingers from itđ#uf it was lucifers ring then it might not even fit on most fingers if your MC is small. like#new toe ring just dropped ig? gotta go on the thumb dude#obey me#obey me solmare#obey me!#obey me shall we date#btw if ur seeing this#are you guys getting tired of these low effort posts that just revise the canon in joke form#because Iâm just being lazy and I can try putting in more effort and writing more full five if u wantđ#I have a fic and some ideas in my drafts but i can never seem to put my motivation towards writing#always art#which I donât even post 99%#and when I do itâs basically never on this acc itâs my art/oc one#so this acc gets neglected#these tags are too long peace out chat
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SEL MY SEL âŠâŠ.. crawling over here for the ask game âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ you already know . who iâm going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!
âŠ.. sugu âŠ.. with âsunâ âŠâŠ. maybe đđ
(đ” <- a little matcha for your troubles ⊠good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 iâm cheering you on!!!)
ARI đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun đ„č thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this đ„č it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu đ«¶
contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk đ), skewed concept of reality and time
suguru + sun
you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.
it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.
the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.
to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.
"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.
when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals heâs someone you can trust.
you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.
"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.
"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."
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over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.
"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.
hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.
you don't know what's worseâwanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.
he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.
your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.
it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met himâan anniversary of some sort.
.
you learn that he owns both housesâhis and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.
"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.
your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.
"you could have sold it or something."
he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.
"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."
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you mark each day at sunrise.
your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.
this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the cloudsâ
"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.
your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."
"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.
"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"
"october 28," he supplies.
your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."
it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.
you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.
"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."
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you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.
when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.
you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.
.
this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.
your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.
the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.
suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.
he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.
your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.
a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.
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"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.
another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.
"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.
you eye him from the side.
"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."
the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."
and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.
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you dream again, more and more as the days go byâdirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.
there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.
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sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! âââ beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.
[DISCONTINUED] â FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.
#suguru x reader#jjk x reader#shotorus.workbook#waaah i hope u like this ari!! its a little bit (really) different from the genre i typically write#but i was talking to niku abt it and she urged me to push for this kinda strange kinda spooky one#its not fwb sugu like how i normally write him but i hope it's still /him/ yk ? sAWB#some stuff about the blurb: he's not human ! he's a spirit ! not necessarily evil but i think definitely a little bit possessive#he lures people in and builds that 'neighbourhood' around them; kind of like a simulation ? the tea he serves is meant to keep#the people hallucinating !#and also in real life before all of this went down reader was looking for a home and saw the listing#reader sent an application without visiting bc desperate ! (idt u should ever do that irl tho haha) but yeah#so when reader drove up the first time to the location it was actually just a dirt road#but theres some magic juju at a border that makes reader pass out ! and he feeds them the tea and thats how reader thinks that#they drove all the way to the house and everything . basically believes in whatever suguru makes them see#there are lots of details i included that kind of mean smth more later on but i wont list them here anymore ! i hope u catch them eheh#the lore of the neighborhood is that satoru and suguru were gonna build it together but they had a falling out (haha)#bc of difference in opinion hahah and so the plan never really went thru and suguru got hella stressed by it and so on and on and on#which is why his spirit is here !#i had to cut it short ! bc it would have been hella long đ but i would have added more stuff in between if ever#if u have any questions abt this lmk ! whbshfbash i hope u like it wahhh its really different from what im used to writing!#ari.đŠ#ask#rep#twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat
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Iâve already explored and seen other people explore the idea of Jamie texting/reaching out to Roy in the wake of the season one finale because he feels reasonable/guilty about Royâs injury. But WHAT IFâŠRoy is super depressed one night and/or has had a few drinks in an attempt to drown his sorrows and then decides to text JamieâŠto blame him. Now, I donât think Roy in his right mind would *actually* blame Jamie for his injury, because that would be dumb and they were both just doing their jobs, which Roy fully knows. However, in a very distressed state I can absolutely see Roy launching at whomever he can blame. Particularly when that person is Jamie, a person he already hates.
#me tossing around the most depressing ideas in the world for this damn chapter 2 đđ«Ą#I think Jamie would be absolutely gutted . oh!#Roy was just looking to get into an argument so he could have someone to scream at for a little while.#like naturally he was fully expecting Jamie to bite back and be a prick#and that way they could Fight#but instead Jamieâs stumbling allll over himself to apology and atone and shit and Royâs like hold on. shut up. fuck off. what r u doing.#why the fuck would you apologize Jamie thatâs fucking stupid. of course it isnât your fault.#and Jamie is just like HUH#you JUST said it was my fault!#also Jamie is a bit triggered by a drunk man calling to scream at him.#so his head is just EVERYWHERE. but no where good. yeah :(#royjamie#ted lasso#fic: rjk career change#Roy Kent#Jamie Tartt
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the indescribable urge to change my oc's name whenever i see someone with an oc of the same name
#idk why my brain is doing that#i chose normal ass names for my ocs too like ofc there would b ppl with the same names as them like đđ#kian....theo........#like do i just name them chuckle mcguzzlefuck like what do u want me to do here#(me having to work with myself. i am very unreasonable)#frambling...?
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