#yes I know truth or dare is cliche

[7-deadly-cats]

·.♡ fuck valentine's day

M A S T E R L I S T | T A G L I S T F O R M

♡ G E N R E ♡ one shot, angst but happy ending, steamy but not-explicit

♡ P A I R I N G ♡ taken!s4!rafe cameron x bsf!reader (f)

♡ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ♡ strong language, angst but happy ending, suggestive language and themes, major argument, mention of substance abuse (alcohol and coke), emotional distress, toxic relationship (not with you tho hihihi) and manipulation, brief mention of physical violence (just a punch), mildly suggestive scenes and hint of intimacy and sex but no explicit content, my recommendation: 16+

♡ S U M M A R Y ♡ After the death of Ward Cameron, Rafe starts to reclaim his life, becoming more grounded and family-oriented. However, his close friendship with you slowly crumbles after Sabrina, his seemingly perfect girlfriend, enters the picture. You, grappling with suppressed feelings for Rafe, try to step back, but Sabrina's manipulative nature causes tensions to rise. On a stormy Valentine’s Day, a broken-down car leads to an unexpected confrontation between Rafe and you in which emotions spill over. As truths are revealed, your complicated relationship takes an intense and transformative turn, forcing both to confront what you truly mean to each other.

♡ W O R D C O U N T ♡ 8.3k+

♡ A / N ♡ this is the most i've ever written in ONE day (yes i spent the whole valentine's day writing this lmao) and i put my whole soul into it, and i know it's LONG but i promise i tried my best to make it work. so anyway happy very late valentine's day to everyone, hope you enjoy this little one shot <3 maybe it's a little cheesy, cringe and cliche (especially at the end) but i guess that's what this day is about. and i really enjoyed writing it hihhi + would love to hear your thoughts on this one (would mean a lot)

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Ward Cameron’s death was, in your eyes, the best thing that could’ve ever happened to Rafe. He was finally free from the toxic relationship with his father. Free from years of manipulation, being pushed around, and constant disregard.

Of course, it hadn’t happened overnight. The first step had been taken long before Ward’s death—back when he fell into a coma and Rafe was suddenly thrusted into the role of being the man of the house. It was during that time Rafe realized the family and their business could function without Ward Cameron at the helm.

Ward’s death had simply been the final key that unlocked Rafe’s cage. And as he let go of his father, he also let go of a significant part of his old life.

He became more grounded, business-minded, and above all, family-oriented. He kept talking about fixing things with Sarah and pulling Wheezie away from Rose’s grip.

Rafe Cameron genuinely wanted to become a better man.

Watching him finally blossom as a person was so incredibly beautiful to witness. And yet, it shattered your heart into a thousand pieces knowing you weren’t the one standing by his side as it happened.

Not in this way at least.

Sure, you had been there for him during his darkest, most destructive moments. You had stayed by his side when he’d said and done things that were nearly impossible to take back. He had hurt people close to him—you included—and yet, you had never left.

Deep down, you knew that underneath all the frustration and rage was a broken boy who just craved love and recognition. And no one had ever given him the chance to show that part of himself.

That’s exactly why you'd never dared to confess your feelings to him. He deserved love but there had never been a time when he’d been truly ready for a serious relationship.

Telling him about your feelings, purely out of selfishness, would’ve led to one of two outcomes: either an unstable relationship where he clung to the idea of being loved without genuinely loving you back, or the deterioration of your friendship due to his fear of commitment.

So, you suppressed your thoughts, feelings, and the love you held for him. You preferred to love him from afar as your best friend rather than risk dragging him into a formless relationship during his unstable state.

Tragically, that mindset became deeply ingrained in your brain. Even after Ward’s death, when Rafe visibly began to change for the better and showed clear signs of looking to settle down with someone, you stayed silent.

Not out of fear of losing him but out of sheer stubbornness, waiting for the “right moment.”

And that hesitation cost you your chance: another woman got there first and won Rafe’s heart.

Sabrina Anderson—he met her at a charity gala. She was stunningly beautiful, wealthy, had an excellent academic background, and everything about her screamed old money.

She appeared like the picture-perfect Kook girlfriend. Everything Rafe thought he wanted in a woman.

And, for fuck’s sake, it felt like the universe was punishing you for your patience and hesitation.

Normally, you would’ve accompanied Rafe to his important events as his plus one but this one time, this one fucking time, you had canceled because you’d promised Topper you’d help him move into his stupid new place (yeah, he had finally gotten his act together and left his toxic family’s home). And like the idiot you were, you completely forgot the gala was happening that day.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. You know I usually write this stuff down in my calendar but I must’ve missed it somehow,” you said the night before the gala while helping Rafe pick the perfect outfit.

Rafe just waved it off with a cheeky grin as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’ll survive one evening without your bad jokes and complaints about the tiny dessert portions.”

“They are tiny portions. I think they’re expecting a bunch of kids as guests,” you retorted, your eyes flickering briefly to his sun-kissed, bare chest. You quickly averted your gaze and handed him a new shirt. “I think this one works better. Next time, I’ll be there. Promise. Even if Topper’s new place is on fire.”

Rafe nodded, amused, as he slipped on the new shirt. “That’s not even unlikely with his mom around. That woman’s straight-up on ‘psycho mom marries son’ type shit.”

A laugh escaped your lips. “Don’t say that. Next thing you know, it’ll be on TLC or some other trash TV channel.”

And so, you spent the rest of the evening together.

Rafe tried on a few more suits — all of which looked amazing on him (and in every single one of them, you wanted to rip the clothes right off him, though you'd never say that out loud).

You baked a pizza together, watched some movies in his bed, and every time you showed him one of your dumb, brain-rotting reels, he rolled his eyes, but every so often, he’d sent you one of his own because, deep down, he probably loved how much they made you laugh.

At some point, you fell asleep in his bed, and Rafe brought you an extra blanket. The next morning, he drove you home and wished you luck at Topper’s move.

Had you known that would be the last night the two of you could act like that, you would’ve told him everything.

But how could you have known that the next night, a new girl would enter his life? How could you have known that Sabrina Anderson would sweep him off his feet in a way you never could? And how could you have predicted that she would endanger your entire friendship so deeply that within a few months, you and Rafe were little more than acquaintances?

At first, everything seemed fine. Rafe told you about the gala, about Sabrina, and about how perfect she was. Of course, it broke your heart, but the way he spoke about her helped heal it again because he seemed genuinely smitten with her.

They started texting, going on dates, and Rafe did things for her he’d never done for anyone else. You being the exception, of course, but well, he’d never considered you a potential love interest, right?

Sabrina was different. He officially tried courting her. He bought her the most beautiful flowers, spoiled her with the most expensive jewelry, and gave everything to be a good boyfriend.

And so, their relationship grew more serious, and eventually, he introduced her to you, Topper, and Kelce at a party at Tannyhill.

That’s when everything went downhill.

Topper and Kelce obviously thought she was hot, of course. Those idiots were just guys, after all. They couldn’t see past her perfectly shaped breasts and the cute ass hidden under a stylish dress.

But for you, alarm bells were ringing. Something about Sabrina just felt... off. Sure, she was incredibly sweet and nice but whenever she looked at you, there was something darker lurking beneath her gaze.

You dismissed it immediately, assuming you were just biased because of your own feelings for Rafe. A part of you simply couldn’t accept that another woman was making him happy.

Besides, you were still his best friend. You’d been through thick and thin together, and nothing could tear the two of you apart. Not even a girlfriend.

Sure, Sabrina would be part of everything from now on but the chemistry between you and Rafe... that was something special, and even an idiot could see it.

So it wasn’t entirely surprising when Sabrina cornered you in the kitchen later that night, a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Oh, hey, Y/N. Needed a little breather too?”

You were pouring yourself another drink, and even though she gave you a weird feeling, you managed a smile. “Yeah, when Kelce DJs, it tends to get loud.”

Sabrina nodded in agreement but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “True. Rafe seems to have some... interesting friends.”

The way she said it, while looking directly at you, should’ve been enough for you to go straight to Rafe and tell him something about Sabrina wasn’t right. But you just shrugged as you added vodka to your cup. “Kelce’s a bit weird but he’s cool once you get to know him. And Topper’s always reliable when it counts.”

“And you?” Her innocent look didn’t match her tone.

You raised your eyebrows slightly. “What about me?”

“When Rafe mentioned he had a girl best friend, I didn’t think that...” She paused, tilting her head with a bemused smile. “Well, you know, that she was his ex.”

What the fuck?

Your eyebrows shot up, and you shook your head in confusion. “I’m not his ex. Where did you get that from?”

Sabrina let out a soft giggle, as if your reaction had been overly dramatic. “You don’t have to get so defensive. I just thought, well, you two seem so close, and the way you act with each other... it’s only natural I’d have a few concerns, right?”

You shook your head again, though you couldn’t stop the warmth creeping across your cheeks. “We’re just friends, Sabrina. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“So... just to be clear, you two never had anything going on? You know, slept with each other or something?” She still wore that fake innocent smile.

What a bitch.

“No, of course not,” you replied dryly. “It’s always been purely platonic between me and Rafe.”

Sabrina let out a lighthearted sigh. “Oh, that’s a relief. Then I guess you’re basically like a little sister to him.”

Whatever that was supposed to mean. You shrugged. “I guess."

This time, Sabrina’s gaze darkened, though her facade still didn’t slip. “Good. I mean, I’d just like to think siblings behave a little more... appropriately.”

You only smiled in response but in that moment, the first brick of a massive wall between you and Rafe had been laid.

Because deep down, as much as it ate at you, Sabrina was right. It had never been an issue before if you shared a bed with him, wore his clothes, kissed him during one of Kelce’s stupid Truth or Dare games, or hung on him like a lovesick monkey when you got too drunk.

You had been both single and the flirty banter between you had always been just that: a few dumb words or gestures, nothing more.

But now Rafe had a girlfriend. He was taken. And all those things were no longer okay. And even though he was your best friend and hadn’t yet drawn those boundaries for the sake of his new relationship, you did.

At first, it was a slow process. Movie nights turned into movie afternoons, and instead of laying in his bed, you suggested the couch because it was cozier… right? And even though he still preferred you as his plus one for events, you started declining, insisting Sabrina would probably appreciate it more (Wouldn’t she, Rafe?).

You also pulled away from hugs quicker than before, drank less at parties to avoid doing anything dumb around him, and when it came to games like Never Have I Ever or Truth or Dare, you became a mere spectator. What used to be teasing touches were reduced to the bare minimum.

Your friendship began to waver and Sabrina kept Rafe so busy — dragging him from one date to another, satisfying him in ways you could only dream of — that he barely noticed how far the two of you had drifted apart.

Of course, the others around you weren’t stupid. Topper and Kelce immediately noticed the strange new tension between you and Rafe. Even fucking Ruthie, Topper’s girlfriend—and the two of you were definitely not on good terms—pulled you aside one evening.

However, you knew she didn’t do it out of concern for you. No, Ruthie felt threatened by Sabrina’s presence just as much as you did.

“Are you seriously going to let her walk all over you?” she asked, cornering you outside the bathroom at a beach party. “That bitch is a manipulative snake.”

God, you wanted to agree, to vent to Ruthie about how much Sabrina pissed you off. But for Rafe’s sake, you bit back the words and said instead, “If you want, I can let him know how you feel. I’m sure he’ll love to hear it.”

Ruthie, unimpressed, just smiled. “Oh, please. When’s the last time you two even talked alone?”

That stung because it was true.

Three months into his relationship with Sabrina, she’d already built a thick wall between you and Rafe.

These days, you only saw each other at parties or when the group hung out, and even then, getting a private moment with him was rare. Sabrina clung to him like a shadow, always watching, always there.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d done something together, just the two of you. He barely seemed to have time for anyone else anymore, not even you.

And that was the problem. Rafe was so terrified of letting this chance at a “perfect” future with someone slip away that he clung to Sabrina just as tightly as she clung to him. Because even though Ward Cameron was no longer alive, one thing had stuck with Rafe: the idea of family.

That’s what Ward had valued above everything else, and Rafe thought he’d finally found that dream with Sabrina Anderson.

And even though it tore you apart, even though it cost you sleepless, tear-filled nights, you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him about it. It was so incredibly wrong and cowardly, especially because you KNEW what kind of person Sabrina was. You KNEW that, eventually, her controlling nature would probably drive a wedge between Rafe and the rest of the group too—Topper, Kelce, everyone.

But in that moment, he seemed happy.

And you couldn’t be the one to take that happiness away from him, even if it meant losing him in the process.

It was unbelievably stupid, and deep down, you knew he deserved better. But the real problem wasn’t Sabrina. It was you.

No matter who stood at Rafe’s side, any girl would have reacted the same way Sabrina did. Maybe they wouldn’t have been as cunning about it, but no girl would have been okay with the bond you shared with Rafe. Some might’ve confronted him directly, others might’ve tried breaking you apart like Sabrina had, and some would’ve just given up and broken things off immediately.

And Rafe had realized that too, in his own way. The connection between you and him... it wasn’t a normal “best friends” kind of thing. You were probably the most important person in his life, until Sabrina had shown up. But Rafe had been too blind, too scared, to admit it to himself.

Or worse, to admit it to you.

Because the truth was, Rafe had feelings for you. He wasn’t stupid—how could he not have fallen for you? You’d stood by him during his darkest moments, even when he confessed to you about killing Peterkin. Hell, you would’ve followed him to Barbados if he hadn’t insisted you stay behind, where you’d be safe.

But Rafe also knew how messed up he was. He knew there was something deeply wrong with him. He was loud, impulsive, and reckless. At his worst, he’d nearly been willing to kill Sarah and his own father.

Rafe Cameron was a deeply unstable wreck and the last thing he wanted was to drag you down with him.

You deserved someone better. Someone kind and loving, someone who didn’t have anger issues or a fucked-up mind like his. Someone who knew their limits and respected others’.

God, how many times had he sat next to you at parties, though, with you drunk or high, leaning against him, your big, tired eyes looking up at him like he was the only person in the world that mattered? It had taken every ounce of self-control not to press his lips to yours right then and there, to carry you upstairs to his bed and forget about the party downstairs.

And the worst part? The thought of all the times you’d actually fallen asleep next to him in his bed. How badly he’d wanted you then—to kiss you, love you, to feel you. Not in the way he'd done with random hookups in the past. God, no. What he felt for you ran so much deeper, more primal, than that. It was like hunger, like thirst. He didn’t just want you. He needed you—every piece of you, your whole being.

So, as time passed and you remained distant, Rafe Cameron broke under the weight of the wall between you.

But while you hid away in your room, drowning yourself in movies, shows, mindless phone games, loud music, and lonely nights, Rafe fell back into old habits.

Not all at once, but slowly, quietly, in a way that would destroy him eventually. More empty whiskey bottles started showing up around the house. The occasional bag of coke appeared in his drawers again. And when he came home from parties with Sabrina, it was rarely without a bruise or a bloody nose.

And when he fucked her afterward, it wasn’t out of love. It was out of frustration and anger. Anger at himself for losing you, for letting you slip away, for not daring to chase after you out of cowardice.

And every time a soft moan left Sabrina’s lips, it wasn’t her he thought of.

It was you.

Of course, you heard about all of this. Not because you were present to witness his behavior (you avoided any place Rafe might show up these days) but through Topper and Kelce. They’d call or text you constantly, begging you to make up with Rafe. Because it wasn’t just you they were losing from the group—it was him too.

One night, Rafe even punched Topper, giving him a bloody nose, after Topper had the guts to bring up the whole situation. It wasn’t the complaints about Sabrina that set Rafe off, no, it was when your beautiful name had left Topper's lips.

Because Topper was right: Rafe had screwed it all up.

But he was too angry, too broken, to believe he could ever fix things with you.

Of course, he was Rafe Cameron. If Sabrina actually broke up with him, he’d just find someone else—at least, that’s what he had told himself for a while. But whether it was out of habit, some deeper fear of abandonment, or simply the thought of losing someone again, he couldn’t deny it.

Deep down he was afraid of losing her.

So, when Sabrina made it clear she was serious this time, he tried to do better. Especially because Rafe wasn’t sure if he had the energy—or the patience—to let someone new get that close again.

No, he couldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t.

And what better day to secure her forever than Valentine’s Day?

Rafe wasn’t exactly a romantic but for this occasion, he had it all planned out: He’d take Sabrina out, spoil her with whatever she wanted, treat her like royalty. Dinner at the most expensive, exclusive restaurant, a private balcony lit by candlelight. Then, when they got back to Tannyhill, he’d carry her inside, through a house decorated with rose petals, scented candles, and heart-shaped balloons.

He’d take her to their shared bedroom, hold her close, and tell her how much he loved her—that he couldn’t imagine his life without her. And then, he’d drop to one knee, pull out the most extravagant, glamorous ring she could dream of, and ask her to marry him.

He figured she’d probably say yes. After all, despite everything, she knew Rafe would do anything to keep her, and being a Cameron opened doors that her own name couldn’t.

And later, as he bent her over in the rose-adorned bed, he’d remind her how perfect she was. Though in truth, he’d be convincing himself that losing you had at least brought him this.

But, as if the universe was punishing him for his past and future mistakes, the weather had other plans. A torrential downpour hit the island with strong winds and relentless rain. Leaving the house was impossible—any attempt would’ve ended in getting drenched or worse, an accident.

So, Rafe had no choice but to scrap his grand plans and stay at Tannyhill with Sabrina. Unfortunately, he’d already teased her days in advance about the “special surprises” he had in store.

In short: Sabrina wasn’t happy. She was upset about the weather, frustrated that Rafe’s plans had fallen through, and irritated with him by association.

It took everything Rafe had to hold his temper and avoid a full-blown argument. But he was determined not to screw this up. He cooked for her, gave her massages, played the music she liked, and later that evening, he drew her a luxurious bath to unwind.

That seemed to calm her, at least a little.

So, while Rafe stayed inside, trying to salvage the day, you were spending your Valentine’s with your grandmother. (It wasn’t like you had a date anyway, so why celebrate it?) She lived about an hour outside the Outer Banks, and you’d spent the day catching up with her, enjoying the quiet.

But as someone who rarely paid attention to her phone nowadays and definitely didn’t check the weather, you had no idea about the storm brewing in the area.

It wasn’t until you started your drive home that you realized just how bad it was. The rain came down in sheets, so thick it was nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. The roads were slippery, the wind was howling, and you found yourself gripping the wheel tighter than ever.

“Okay,” you told yourself, “just go slow. Better to get home late than not at all.”

That was supposed to be the plan, until your dad’s expensive Bentley decided to give up on you in the middle of an empty back road. No houses nearby, no streetlights, and definitely no one around to help.

You sighed, muttering a curse under your breath. Okay, it’s fine. Probably just a fluke. You tried turning the key in the ignition again. Then again. And again.

Nothing.

Alright, not so fine.

Panic began creeping in but you forced yourself to stay calm. You couldn’t fix the car, and stepping out in this weather wasn’t an option. Your only choice was to call someone for help.

Your grandmother was already asleep by now and you didn’t want to worry her. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, so they were off the table, too. That left Kelce and Topper.

You tried Topper first but he sent you straight to voicemail. You were pretty sure Ruthie had something to do with that. Kelce picked up but the loud music and slurred tone on the other end told you he was having way too much fun at some club to be of any use.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath.

You scrolled through your contacts but nobody else seemed like a good option. Sure, you had other friends from your years at high school but who would actually drive half an hour in this weather on Valentine's Day just to pick you up?

Your thumb hovered over Rafe’s name, chest tightening.

The Rafe you used to know would’ve come for you in a heartbeat—rain, wind, storm, volcano, it wouldn’t have mattered. He would’ve been there, no questions asked. But now? You hadn’t really spoken to him in weeks, and you weren’t even sure if he still had your number saved.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin his Valentine’s with Sabrina. Topper had mentioned things were rocky between them for a while but apparently, Rafe had gotten things back on track.

So, that left… what? Spending the night in the car and hoping Kelce or Topper would sober up enough to rescue you in the morning? Not exactly ideal.

You glanced around nervously. You didn’t know this area well and the heavy rain pounding against the roof wasn’t helping your growing unease. It was dark, the only light coming from your phone which was now dangerously low on battery.

Great, you thought, sinking back into the seat. Just perfect.

Yeah, fuck, you were scared.

You bit the inside of your cheeks, your fingers hovering over Rafe's number. He probably wouldn’t even pick up—most likely cuddled up with Sabrina on the couch.

He’s not going to answer anyway, you thought, swallowing the lump of guilt forming in your throat.

Then, you hit call.

Not even two rings later, he answered. “Y/n?” His voice sounded both confused and alert, a heart-wrenching distance in it.

A lump formed in your throat at the sound of his familiar voice and only then did you realize how much you’d hoped he would actually pick up.

“Rafe…” Your voice was quiet, slightly shaky, given the situation you were in. “I... I’m so sorry to bother you. I know it’s Valentine’s Day, and I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t—”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His tone shifted immediately, softer now, filled with concern.

“Yes! No. I mean… no,” you stammered, struggling to get the words out. “I was just at my grandma’s, and my dad’s Bentley broke down. I already tried calling Kelce and Topper, but—”

“Where are you?” he interrupted, and your heart clenched deeply.

“Rafe, you don’t have to—I just thought maybe—”

“Y/n.” His voice was firm now, leaving no room for argument. “Send me your location. I’ll come get you.”

You hesitated, then muttered, “I really don’t want to ruin your Valentine’s Day.”

“Fuck Valentine’s Day,” Rafe said, frustration in his voice, unmistakable concern underneath. “Send me your location, and tomorrow morning I’ll beat the shit out of Kelce and Topper for not answering.”

Despite the tension of the situation, despite the fear and guilt gnawing at you, a laugh escaped your lips.

For a moment, you paused, then sent him your live location.

“I’ll be there soon. Stay in the car, lock the doors, and don’t open up for anyone,” he instructed.

You barely managed to thank him before he hung up. And despite the guilt gnawing heavy at your chest, an immense wave of relief washed over you.

Rafe was in his closet, pulling out two jackets and a hoodie, when Sabrina walked out of the bathroom, her cheeks flushed pink from the steam and a towel barely wrapped around her, exposing her still-damp legs.

She frowned. “What are you doing?”

“I’m picking up Y/n,” he said, slipping on one of the jackets. “Her car broke down in the middle of nowhere.”

A flush of red rose to Sabrina’s pretty face, her brow furrowing deeply. “And she called you?”

Rafe shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots. “No one else picked up. I’ll be back in an hour—”

“Are you serious, Rafe?” Her voice sharpened, rising in pitch. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re driving out in this weather for HER, but you couldn’t even take me to dinner in town?”

Rafe grimaced, but his voice remained calm. “Like I said, I’ll be back soon. Don’t make this into a big deal.”

Sabrina scoffed, crossing her arms. “A big deal? You think I am the one being dramatic? Y/n is a grown woman. She knows we’re spending this evening together, and she still called you?”

"She called because she needs help, not because she’s trying to ruin your night or some shit," Rafe said, his tone making it clear she was being ridiculous. Still, he didn’t want to push her any further. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. “Look, baby—”

But Sabrina just shook her head in irritation. “My night? What’s that supposed to mean, huh?! This is our night, Rafe. And now you’re ditching our night for her?!” She stepped closer, her voice rising. “I’ve always known she was a threat to our relationship.”

“A threat?” Rafe raised his brows in disbelief as he stood up. “Come on, Sabrina, that’s insane. Just drop this bullshit.”

Her face flushed a deep, angry red. “I—excuse me? Do you even hear yourself right now? She hasn’t called you in weeks, Rafe. Weeks. And the second she does, you’re running off like some pathetic, lovesick puppy? It’s so embarrassing. For you, and especially for me.”

It took everything Rafe had to keep from completely losing it. Her words hit a nerve, and deep down, he knew she wasn’t entirely wrong. You had pulled away from him—hell, both of you had.

His blood was boiling, but all he could think about was you, sitting alone in that damn car in this awful weather.

Rafe took a step toward her, towering over her. Maybe he could control his words but he couldn't control his voice, now loud and frustrated.

He gestured to his chest with furrowed brows. “Tell me then, what the fuck do you want me to do, huh?! Leave her stranded out there all by herself?”

Sabrina nodded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “She’ll figure it out, it’s just one night and—”

“Okay, that’s enough.” His voice was dangerously calm now. “Pack your things and get the fuck out of my house.”

For a moment, Sabrina stared at him, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Rafe said, his gaze cold and full of suppressed disdain. “Get dressed and leave.”

She let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you kidding me? You’re being crazy, you—”

“If you’re not out the door in five minutes, I’ll make sure to throw you out myself.”

Sabrina blinked, her face twisting in disbelief. “You can’t just kick me out. It’s pouring outside, Rafe. It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Unbothered, Rafe shrugged, mimicking her earlier words. “You’re a grown woman. You’ll figure it out.”

And as the leech that called herself Sabrina Anderson had finally disappeared from Tannyhill, Rafe climbed into his SUV and took off.

His chest felt tight, his mind racing, yet at the same time, he felt an overwhelming sense of relief. You were the only thing on his mind right now. He didn’t even try to put into words the heavy, suffocating feeling that lingered.

He’d messed up again—this time with Sabrina. But there was no regret, no sadness, nothing. If anything, it felt good to finally be rid of her. It wasn’t until halfway through the drive that he realized how much of a blind idiot he’d been. On some subconscious level, he’d been waiting for a moment like this, a reason to cut her out of his life.

For the first time in months, he could gasp for air, without her breathing down his neck. And as the last few months replayed in his mind, it hit him—she’d been a parasite, manipulating him, controlling him, molding him to fit her needs. Maybe he’d known all along but he hadn’t wanted to admit it.

Breaking free from her had been almost as hard as breaking free from his father. And, apart from Topper—who’d earned himself a punch to the face—no one had called him out. No one had tried to wake him up.

Not even you.

He shook off the thoughts as he spotted the silhouette of a dark car up ahead. His heart sank, thinking about how you must be feeling—completely alone on that pitch-black road.

Pulling up behind the Bentley, he grabbed the umbrella and jacket he’d thrown onto the passenger seat and stepped out into the pouring rain.

The umbrella didn’t do much. His jeans were soaked through almost immediately. But he didn’t care. He knocked on your car door, and the look of relief on your face when you unlocked and opened it made his chest ache deeply.

Then he noticed the redness in your eyes and a gut-wrenching heavy feeling settled in his stomach. “Hey. You okay? Here, take the jacket.”

Shivering, you hesitated but took it anyway, the relief coursing through your body almost enough to keep you warm.

“Rafe…” you started as you stepped under his umbrella but he shook his head.

“Don’t,” he said, his hand resting gently on your back. “Let’s get you out of this weather.”

His touch sent a shiver down your spine but you didn’t argue. You hurried with him to his SUV and he opened the door for you, waiting to make sure you were inside before tossing the umbrella into the backseat and climbing in himself.

For a moment, the only sound was the pounding rain against the roof. Rafe gestured to the hoodie on the dashboard. “Put that on. You’re just in shorts.”

Still, you hesitated. It felt wrong somehow. The familiar scent of his car—of him—was already too much.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n.” He grabbed the hoodie and draped it over your bare knees. “Stop being so stubborn.”

You didn’t know what to think or say. Rafe had come out here for you in this weather, left Sabrina behind, and… while you were endlessly grateful, you couldn’t shake the guilt.

As he started the car and pulled back onto the road, some horrible feeling churned in your chest again. “Rafe, I’m really sorry. If I’d known it was raining like this, I would’ve stayed at my grandma’s, I—”

“Drop it,” Rafe cut in, his eyes fixed on the road. “You needed help, and I came. That’s all there is to it.”

You glanced at him, noting the tension in his jaw, the way his profile seemed sharper in the dim light. Hesitantly, you asked, “And Sabrina… how mad is she?”

It surprised you that she hadn’t insisted on coming along.

“She’s gone,” he said firmly, still staring straight ahead.

Your heart sank to your stomach. “Gone? I… what do you mean, gone?”

“I threw her out.” His tone was blunt, almost defiant. He finally looked at you, his expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. “What—why? What happened? Is it because I called? I—”

“Because she’s a fucking bitch,” Rafe cut in flatly. He dragged a hand down his face before turning back to you, his tone softening as he caught the shock in your eyes. “I should’ve done it a long time ago. I just… I was too blinded by all her fake bullshit.”

Your fingers clenched into the fabric of his hoodie on your lap, your thoughts spiraling. “Rafe, I’m really—”

“No,” he interrupted again, his brows pulling together. “I swear to God, if you say you’re sorry one more time, I’ll throw you out too.” There wasn’t an ounce of seriousness in his voice, though.

He sighed heavily, the frustration evident. “It’s all just… so fucked. Everything about this. It pisses me off. I really thought she was the one, and I was so blind to all her flaws.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Jesus, Y/n, why didn’t you say anything?”

You blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he shot back, the frustration he’d been holding back now bubbling to the surface. “It’s obvious she came between us. I was too stupid—fuck, I was too into her to see it. But you…” His voice faltered, and he seemed to collect himself. “You’re not stupid. You’re always the first one to spot red flags in people. Shit, even fucking Topper eventually figured it out.” He shook his head, clearly frustrated. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you let her play her stupid little games?”

You couldn’t tell if he was angry at you, Sabrina, himself, the situation, or all of it combined. “I…” But what could you say without revealing too much? “I thought she made you happy and I didn’t want to be the one to ruin that. I didn’t think it would turn out like this.”

“Bullshit.” The sharpness in his tone made you flinch. “You were my best friend. You’ve never had a problem speaking your mind when something bothered you. And now you’re telling me you let that bitch silence you?”

There it was. He’d used the past tense. You had been his best friend. Hearing it from his mouth shattered something deep inside you that you’d believed was already broken.

“That bitch, Rafe,” you snapped, a sharp edge creeping into your own voice, “was your girlfriend, just so you know. So, yeah, fine, I’ll admit it—when you first introduced her, every alarm bell in my head went off. Is that what you want to hear? I knew, and I didn’t do a damn thing about it. Boo-fucking-hoo. But you know what? You let it happen just as much as I did.”

And in that moment, you realized just how angry you were at Rafe. Sure, he’d been infatuated but was that really an excuse? He was just as much to blame for all of this as you were.

Rafe scoffed bitterly as he turned onto the main road leading into Figure 8. “I don’t get it. Did she say something to you? Is that why you pulled away? Shit, did she have something on you? Nudes or some shit like that?”

“What? No!” You stared at him, equal parts exhausted and horrified. You were cold, hungry, and overwhelmed by a storm of emotions boiling beneath the surface. You didn’t even know where to start. “Let's drop this, I'm tired. Please just take me home.”

But when he drove past your street without even slowing down, you frowned at him in disbelief. “What—”

“We’re talking this out,” he said flatly, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “If I drop you off now, nothing’s gonna change, and I’m so done with this shit.”

You opened your mouth to argue but when his tired, frustrated eyes met yours, the words caught in your throat. “Afterward, I’ll drive you home, and you can sulk in peace if you want,” he added, his tone softer but firm, hints at desperation undermining his words.

You stayed silent and turned your gaze out the window, hugging yourself. You knew him well enough to realize there was no point in arguing. When Rafe set his mind on something, there was no swaying him.

By the time the SUV pulled up to Tannyhill, the storm had mostly passed, though the occasional raindrop still pattered against the windshield. The two of you climbed out in silence. Despite the light drizzle, Rafe grabbed the umbrella from the backseat nonetheless and opened it over you both as he walked you to the house.

The door clicked open with a soft push and Rafe let you step inside first. As the door shut behind you and the warm glow of the entryway light filled the space, you were suddenly hit by an overwhelming, almost suffocating sense of unease.

The walls were lined with red heart-shaped balloons. The faint scent of roses lingered in the air, mingled with something sweeter you couldn’t quite place. Blown-out candles dotted every available surface, and the staircase was covered in a delicate carpet of red rose petals leading to the next floor.

It was… perfect.

Your stomach twisted as you took it all in, the earlier argument momentarily forgotten. Still staring at the carefully arranged display, you spoke softly. “You did all this for her?”

Rafe let out a bitter laugh. “Shit, I was even gonna propose to her tonight.”

Your heart stopped.

A proposal? He’d been that serious about Sabrina? Your gut twisted and you felt like throwing up. This was all too much to take in.

“But I’m glad you called,” he said after a moment, his voice softer this time, carrying an edge of something almost vulnerable.

You pressed your lips together and turned around, just to be hit with a shocking sight.

Now, under the bright light, you could finally see just how much this relationship had drained him. The dark circles under his eyes, the pallor of his skin, the way his cheekbones stood out more sharply than they should. It all painted a picture of someone who had given too much and gotten nothing in return.

And then the dam broke.

All the emotions you’d suppressed over the past few months—frustration, sadness, guilt, and fear—boiled down into the rawest form of emotion: anger.

“She’s a stupid fucking whore,” was all you managed to get out.

Rafe blinked, caught off guard by your reaction. “What?”

You shook your head, struggling to put your swirling thoughts into words. “She’s a stupid, arrogant, deceitful, manipulative bitch who doesn't deserve you. I mean, seriously, she ruined this,” you gestured between the two of you, “us. She tore us apart. You were my best friend, Rafe. There were times when we’d spend an entire week together, just the two of us, rotting in bed and sending Kelce and Topper stupid snaps, and then she came along, and… and everything changed overnight.”

Your brows furrowed deeply. “She’s such a disgusting person—no, scratch that—a creature. A monster. On the very first night I met her, she came up to me, and she had the nerve to question my relationship with you.” You shook your head with a grimace. “Like, she thought our friendship was too intimate or some bullshit like that. And I don’t know, I guess it got to me. What if she was right? I didn’t want to be the problem. I didn’t want to be a threat to your relationship with her.” You let your gaze drop. “So, I backed off.”

You groaned, frustration evident in your voice as you met his pretty blue eyes again. “God, I could just smash my head against the wall. I should’ve said something. To her, and especially to you! But I was so afraid that I was wrong about her. That I was blinded by my…” Feelings. You stopped yourself, the word stuck in your throat. “By my worry for you. I mean, at first, it seemed like she was good for you, so I stayed quiet. But by then, the damage was done and…” Your voice softened, almost like a question. “At some point, I thought, maybe if it was so easy to build a wall between us, then maybe our friendship was doomed to fail anyway.”

And there it was.

You’d said everything you’d bottled up, laid all your frustration out in front of him, and yet, there was still so much left unsaid. But you were exhausted, done with all of this, tired and pissed off, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath.

Rafe stared at you, his expression unreadable. Whether he was stunned, irritated, frustrated, you couldn’t tell. And this realization hurt all the more because you’d grown so far apart, you couldn’t even read his emotions anymore.

His brows twitched, eyeing you with a scowl as if there was some deep suppressed anger inside him.

Finally, after a moment of seemingly endless silence, he spoke. “Shit, this bitch has been right all along.”

His words hit you like a lightning strike and before you could ask the meaning of his words, Rafe closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours as if they were the only place he ever belonged.

Frozen, overwhelmed, and confused, you stood still. A thousand questions and emotions surged through you. But in that moment, you pushed them all aside and let yourself melt into it, fingers clinging to his shirt, afraid to let go.

The kiss was raw, desperate, hungry as if you were the only thing that could satisfy the emotions he’d been holding back. Rafe’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. Every pent-up feeling from the past few weeks poured out through the way his lips moved against yours.

And god, you felt so good. Your soft lips on his, the warmth of your body pressed against him.

Shit. Even though he’d had Sabrina beneath him night after night, thrusting into her mindlessly, in this moment, he felt so endlessly touch-starved.

Not for the empty satisfaction of release, no.

For you.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as you tried to steady yourselves.

Your lips were swollen from the kiss, and you were too scared and stunned to say anything, afraid that speaking would shatter the moment.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Rafe finally said, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek, his voice low and raw. “It’s you. It’s always been you, Y/n. Fuck, it wouldn’t have mattered if it was Sabrina or any other brain-dead bitch. When you call, I’ll come running every single time. And I almost lost you because of all her bullshit." He sighed, lowering his eyes for a second, trying to grapple his words. "I think, somewhere in my head, I convinced myself I wasn’t good enough for you. That you deserved better. So I went for girls like Sabrina. Girls who are... Shit, I don’t know, seemingly polished and perfect on the outside but completely empty on the inside.” His brows twitched, his voice quiet. “The kind of girl I thought I was supposed to be with.

“But she’s not perfect." He scoffed. "Holy shit, not even close. She’s pretentious and selfish, and she made me feel like I had to change just to fit into her world. But you?” He let out a nervous laugh, meeting your eyes again, a vulnerability in his tone you’d never heard before. “You’ve never wanted me to change. You’ve always let me be ... me, even when I’m a complete fucking idiot.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like I’m not too much. Like I don’t have to prove anything.”

For a moment, his words hung in the air, sinking in. Your brain needed a second to fully process everything he’d just said. The weight of what just spilled out of him.

His blue eyes bore into your soul as if he were anxiously waiting for your approval, as if the way you returned his kiss hadn’t been answer enough. As if your next reaction would determine his entire life.

And then you laughed, a sweet and soft sound escaping your lips, cheeks burning, still hyper-aware of how his lips had felt on yours.

Overwhelmed, exhausted, and struggling to find the right words, you let your instincts take over. No words could describe how you felt in this moment. So, you let your action speak.

Your hands softly found his cheeks, pulling him back to your lips.

And Rafe? He didn’t hesitate. Fuck no, he took it as an invitation, wrapping his arms around you completely. His hands slid from your waist down to your hips, then lower. When he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapped around his hip, your hands finding his neck.

This time, the kiss was slower, deeper, like both of you were trying to savor every second, afraid this moment might slip away the very next.

He pressed you gently against the wall, the cold surface sending a shiver down your spine.

Your body's reaction made him smile into the kiss before pulling back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I guess this isn’t exactly the most comfortable spot, huh?”

A soft laugh escaped you. And with that sweet little sound, the last stubborn traces of tension melted away. Days, weeks, months—all those nights spent alone in your bed, frustrated and hurt by this whole... fucked-up, messed-up situation.

And hell, you didn’t have—shit no—you didn’t want to waste a single ounce of energy or thought on that time anymore. So all you said was "Could be worse. I’m used to your lumpy mattress.”

“Yeah?” His eyes sparkled with playful mischief and his hands gave your butt a teasing squeeze. “Well, so far, all you’ve done is sleep in it.”

Heat rushed to your face, and before you could say anything, he adjusted his grip on you, holding you like he was afraid you might slip away. Your heart was racing, tumbling over itself in your chest, as he carried you upstairs, his arms steady but his pace a little too eager, a little too desperate, like he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.

When he reached the top, he nudged the door open with his foot, and it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. No noise, no distractions, just you and him, in the quiet of his room, where nothing else mattered.

He set you down gently, his hands lingering on your waist like he couldn’t bring himself to let go. His lips found yours again. Not rushed, not frantic, but slow and deliberate, like he was making up for every second you’d been apart.

You felt the weight of it all in every kiss—weeks, months, maybe even years of suppressed feelings neither of you had dared to name.

His hands moved over you like he was memorizing you, tracing your body in a way that was equal parts hesitant and hungry, like he didn’t want to scare you but couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your fingers softly moved over his buzzed hair, pulling him closer, and he let out a low, almost broken sound against your lips that sent a shiver down your spine. His breath was warm as his kisses trailed down your neck, and it was overwhelming but in the best way possible.

That night, the room was filled with quiet laughter and soft murmurs, the sound of his name slipping from your lips like it was meant to. Rafe's touch was gentle but sure, every movement unspoken proof of just how much he'd missed you. The hours blurred together, and for once, nothing else mattered—just the two of you, tangled up and lost in each other like this was where you were always supposed to be.

And even though all of it—the candles, the balloons, the rose petals, a ring that never found its finger—had been meant for a manipulative bitch called Sabrina Anderson, she was already forgotten in both of your heads.

Erased by this moment. By you.

Because, like Valentine’s Days, she had always been all surface: pretty words, empty gestures, and nothing real beneath it.

And if you both were being honest, this cheesy day was overrated anyway. Like Rafe had said: Fuck Valentine’s Day.

And sometimes, fuck the person you end up confessing your love to at the end of it. Even—and maybe especially—if they were your former best friend.

R. C. M A S T E R L I S T | T A G L I S T F O R M

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spike - @rosekillermicrofic - background jegulus - word count: 338

“Alright, your turn,” Regulus said, turning to Barty, who just took a swig from the bottle they were passing around and nodded casually. “Truth or dare?”

While this seemed like an easy question, Barty did hesitate for a moment. Regulus seemed buttoned-up and proper, but his dares were always mortifying at best and gruesome at worst. “Truth,” he chose, just to be safe. He didn’t need another week’s worth of detentions.

“Who do you fancy?” the other boy asked, straight-faced.

Barty narrowed his eyebrows. Why such a boring, cliche question? Surely Regulus was better than such first-year ridiculousness. Eager to get a move-on, he opened his mouth to rattle off the name of a girl in their year and said loudly, “Rosie.”

Everyone, including Evan, who was next to him, froze.

“I…what?” he laughed, trying to hide his truthful blunder. “I meant to say A-Evan.” He gaped.

Regulus’s knowing smirk was infuriating. “Oh, I know you did.”

Not only was Barty mortified and completely unable to look to where Evan was sitting, he was furious. “What the hell did you do to me, Black?” he growled, grabbing for his wand. “You hexed me!”

“No. Just spiked the bottle with Veritaserum,” Regulus drawled, still grinning. “Which reminds me. Evan, who do you fancy?”

Barty felt Evan twitch from next to him before he heard him whisper. “Barty.”

The circle was quiet.

“Well. That’s one way to do it,” Dorcas, who was on Barty’s other side, murmured gleefully.

Barty looked at Evan, who was staring back, shocked. “You do? Really?”

“Yes.”

Something inside him warmed, and he had the wonderful urge to tackle the other boy to the ground. But first, he needed to do one thing. “We’ll snog about this in a moment,” he promised, pleased to see a hungry look flash in Evan’s eyes. “But first…Regulus. I have one question.” He turned to his friend, who looked a bit nervous, now, to Barty’s immense satisfaction. “Since we’ve all been dosed…tell me about Potter.”

The shorter boy’s expression instantly turned deadly.

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

Unpleasant Anniversaries

Daredevil Masterlist || Based on this request!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every year, it was the worst week of your life. A week absolutely brimming with unpleasant anniversaries. But when you sleep through your alarm for work, you don’t expect a certain Matt Murdock to come knocking at your door. Or that you’d confess the feelings you have for him.

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I reference a game of truth or dare so often in this fic just to not be able to come up with what the dare would be. Smh. Sorry guys. You can use your imagination I guess. 😂 Thank you SO MUCH for the request anon!! I hope it’s everything you were hoping it would be and that it’s not too cliche… (And that it’s not too long, because this baby really got away on me. 😬) This is actually my first time writing (or at least posting) for the DD fandom, so please let me know if I’m OOC!

Warnings: Angst (but with a happy ending), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Parental Death, Cussing, References to Alcohol and Hangovers, no use of y/n (I’m getting pretty good at back flipping and somersaulting around it, but I still apologize if it comes off clunky), Fluff at the end (because what’s the point of hurt/comfort if we don’t have some cute, fluffy comfort??), Love Confessions. I’m posting this without editing, and yes, that is a warning. (I am SO going to regret this decision later, but I am way too tired to edit).

Word Count: 2.3k

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This cannot be happening. I cannot be falling in love with Matt Murdock.

It was stupid, really. The stupidest thing that had caused you to realise it.

Freaking Foggy.

Granted, you couldn’t entirely blame him. You were far too old to succumb to peer pressure anyway. Far too old to be playing Truth or Dare with a six-pack of beer and the exhaustion of an emotional week under your belt.

A week absolutely brimming with unpleasant anniversaries.

The anniversary of your mother’s death, the anniversary of your long-term boyfriend breaking up with you for your best friend, your birthday. Bing, bang, boom…back-to-back.

Every year, it was the worst week of your life, and you just wanted something fun and lighthearted and silly enough to make you forget about the ache wrenching your heart in two.

Stupid. Stupid anniversaries and stupid emotions and stupid, stupid, STUPID, idiotic game.

It was juvenile, and you cursed yourself for going along with the idea. Because now, you had another item to add to the list.

And the week wasn’t even over yet.

A steady thumping at your door matched the rhythm pounding in your head, your name spoken through the thin wood.

Peeking through cracked eyelids revealed afternoon sunlight streaming into your apartment, the alarm clock beside your bed happily displaying 12:05pm.

Shit!

You bolted upright in bed, groaning as your head throbbed in protest. Another series of knocks rapped against your door, followed by your name again. Double shit!

Matt.

Stumbling out of bed, you grit your teeth against the headache and tripped your way to the door, fumbling with the lock and cursing your hangover. The drinking hadn’t stopped once you got home, and you were really starting to regret that decision.

The lock clicked, and before Matt even had a chance to step into the apartment, apologies were spewing from your lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Matt. It won’t happen again. I must’ve slept through the alarm or forgot to set it or something, but it won’t happen again, I promise. I—”

The words were spilling out of you like a river, and even you were struggling to make sense of them. Embarrassingly, tears pricked the backs of your eyes, something that only deepened the ache pounding through your skull.

“Hey.” Matt dropped his cane in the entryway, door closing behind him and strong, steady hands placed groundingly on your shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad. Foggy, Karen, and I were just worried when you didn’t show up to work. We thought somebody better come check on you.”

That was…really sweet.

And the floodgates opened.

Gut-wrenching sobs tore through your body, every ounce of hurt and despair and loneliness bottled up for the last several years breaking through your carefully-constructed walls and flowing like a wellspring onto the hardwood floor.

For a second, Matt froze, stunned, and you wanted to kick yourself. This was not what Matt had signed up for by volunteering to come check on you. If anything, he was probably wishing right now that Karen or Foggy or literally anyone else had offered to go instead.

“I’m–I’m sorry.” You tried to apologize for crying, for not showing up to work, for being a crazy, messed-up disaster that Matt certainly shouldn’t have to deal with.

His arms wrapped around you, warm and comforting, and despite your best intentions, you found yourself melting into the touch, clinging to the front of his dress shirt and probably ruining it with your tears.

“I’m–I’m sorry, Matt. I–”

“Shhh.” He interrupted you with a hum, gently resting his chin on top of your head, strong arms locked securely around you.

Still, you felt the need to explain.

“It’s–it’s just a really rough week for me, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. I always end up fine. I just–”

He shushed you again quietly, warm hands running soothing strokes up and down your back. The tears began to slow, and you hiccuped before attempting to take a long, controlled breath.

“That’s it. That’s good. Just breathe.”

His hands didn’t stop moving, and you closed your eyes, savouring the touch for however long it would last. Burying yourself in the comfort of it.

Maybe you could make a piece of this moment last forever.

When a deep, shuddery sigh expelled itself from your lungs, Matt stepped back, head tilting as his hands rested back on your shoulders, seeming to be listening for something. What, you didn’t know. Concern marred a crease on his forehead though, and another wave of guilt roiled in your stomach.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was small and weak, pathetic. “Matt, I’m so–”

“Stop saying you’re sorry.” His tone was firm, brooking no argument. His hand started stroking up and down your arm. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I was late for work.” The words fell to the floor with your gaze.

“We got by for the morning.”

You squinted against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, the ache behind your eyes barely manageable. “I made you guys worry.”

His tone remained smooth, calm. “That’s okay. You’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

“And…” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, worrying your lip between your teeth. “I got tears on your shirt.”

A wry smile tilted his lips, and you could just picture the amusement dancing behind those red glasses. “I’ll live, and it’ll wash.”

“I just…” You sighed, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, trying to uproot the headache that seemed to be drilling a hole through your skull. “I just wish this week was over.”

The tips of his fingers danced over your arm, and his voice became low, tender. “Why?”

Tears sprang to your eyes again, but you forced them back, swallowing down the lump attempting to rise in your throat.

Could you tell him? Could you really, truly trust him with this information? Would it make him look at you differently? Would it make him see you as broken?

“It just…” You paused, hesitating. “It’s just got some bad memories attached to it, is all.” Then, before you could stop yourself. “Did you know my mom died six years ago yesterday?”

Matt frowned, lips twitching like he wanted to speak.

But you kept going.

“Heart attack. The doctors never saw it coming. I was in my first year of university…” You swallowed, bitter memories you regularly kept locked away rising to the surface. “I was on the plane when she passed—didn’t even know until my dad met me at the airport.”

Your name drifted from his lips, hushed and sad. It should make you stop—it should make you shove the feelings back into a box, lock them up tight, and forget about them forever. Instead…

“Two years later, this great guy came into my life. Smart, funny…” Almost as handsome as you. You pushed the thought aside and continued. “We were talking about marriage. Family, kids. We would buy a house on the coast, right next to his parents. We were going to be so happy…”

The memory played out before your eyes. Big house, a dog, 2.5 children—you’d even talked colour schemes, baby names. Had tentatively set a date for just after graduation.

“Until the doctors thought they found something on one of my routine screenings. Suddenly, ‘in sickness and in health’ became a little too close to home. He was sleeping with my best friend before I even had a chance to tell him it was a false alarm.”

By the hard set of his jaw, Matt was less than pleased to hear about your piece-of-shit ex, lips pressed firmly together like he might be trying to keep himself from having a word with him this very moment.

A near-hysterical laugh floated up from your chest, heart ripping apart inside you.

“It was really a stupidly shitty thing to do on someone’s birthday, but hey, live and learn I guess. Just gives me one less reason to celebrate. It hasn’t been the same since my mom passed anyway…”

His head tilted sharply. “Your birthday is this week?”

A small, pathetic nod tipped your chin. “Today, actually.”

Matt’s jaw worked, expression so pained you thought for a second he might be more hurt by the knowledge than you were.

“And then, of course, I’m stupid enough to play Truth or Dare, get so outrageously drunk that I sleep through my alarm, and if I worked for anyone other than you, I would’ve been fired on the spot, so…” The headache was splitting your brain in two. You needed an aspirin. “Icing on the cake.”

Walking into the kitchen to dig through your cupboards for the pill bottle and a glass of water, you genuinely hoped Matt would leave it as is. It was stupid—nothing but a hard week and an off day and two minutes of word vomiting. Or maybe closer to ten. Either way, you just wanted to keep your head low and forget about this little outburst until the end of the week, when you could cry properly.

Of course, you should’ve known better than to think Matt would leave it alone.

“Okay, first of all,” he said, following you into the kitchen, “you would not have been fired from any other job. You’ve been nothing but punctual every other day of the year—one bad day doesn’t scrap a perfectly good record. And second–” he interrupted your protest with a furrowed brow and his hand raised in the ‘stop�� position. “You were not that drunk when you left the office yesterday. What happened?”

You winced, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, and you delayed by popping the aspirin in your mouth with a swig of water. When you were finished, Matt was still waiting.

“Nothing.”

He scoffed, and you tried not to let it hurt. “Nothing?”

“That’s what I said, Matt.” Whoa, you did not mean for your tone to be so sharp, but there was no stopping it now. “Maybe I had a few more when I got home. Maybe I had a whole case. Maybe—” your voice cracked, and tears pricked your eyes again. “Maybe I just didn’t want to think about my dead mother or my cheating ex or the fact that when I took that fucking dare yesterday, I didn’t realise I had feelings for you until it was too late. And I—” Tears flooded the dam, dripping down your cheeks, your words breaking on a sob. “I can’t have feelings for you, because all they ever do is get me hurt…and I can’t handle any more hurt, Matt. I can’t! I can’t–-”

For the second time that day, you dissolved into sobs, the sheer force of pain clefting you in two like a tidal wave.

Through a haze of tears, you watched Matt hesitate, hand flexing, before stepping forward and slowly wrapping his arms around you, keeping you together when you were sure you would fall apart.

The reality of what you’d just confessed washed over you, embarrassment now mixing with the sadness to create a whirl of agonising pain.

You wanted to choke on the feelings.

“I’m–I’m sorry, Matt.” Your words were so garbled, you have no idea how he understood them.

But he did.

“What did I say earlier?” he soothed, warm hand stroking up and down your back again. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

God, you wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that you hadn’t just ruined your career confessing feelings for your boss. Wanted to believe that he wouldn’t just slowly disappear from your life, like a ship in the night, fading out of friendship, out of reach of a lighthouse.

Your body bucked and hiccuped, lungs struggling for air through the emotion filling your chest. His arms tightened around you.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Shhhh.” His lips graced your hairline—a soft kiss, tender—before he again rested his chin on top of your head. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe, okay?”

You shook your head, the salt-stained fabric of his shirt swishing against your ear. “No. Matt, I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“I ruined everything!”

Grasping fistfuls of his shirt in shaky hands, you felt his jaw shift atop your head.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “I—God, I…I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

You sniffed, wiping the tear stains off your cheeks with his shirt. “Told me what?”

He paused, chest expanding with a breath, like he was preparing himself for something.

“That I…I have feelings for you too.”

“Don’t patronize me, Murdock,” you snipped, attempting to push out of his arms, because that’s just what you didn’t need, someone to make fun of the emotions that you already knew were stupid.

He held you fast.

“I’m not. I promise you I’m not.” The conviction in his voice was almost enough to convince you of the truth on its own. And if it wasn’t, his heart racing against your fingertips, chaotic and wild, certainly was. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, sweetheart. I��I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

He smiled sheepishly, and the world moved in slow motion.

“You…love me?” A whisper is too loud to describe the question you breathed, but Matt chuckled, the tips of his ears flushed a dusty shade of pink.

“Yeah.” His head tilted, slight crease between his brows, carefully regarding your reaction.

“Matt Murdock…” you breathed, wiping the final few tears off your cheeks and looking up into his red glasses. “This is the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

He frowned. “Then we really need to fix that.”

You laughed, a real, genuine laugh, probably the first one this entire week, and melted back into his arms.

[perpetuwhoore]

Mushy May Day 15: First Time/First Kiss

Pairing: Mountain/Violetta (Perpetua)

Note: this is suggestive but not quite explicit

AO3 link here or read below:

“Okay, I've got another secret for you,” Violetta said in between sips of a wine cooler, “I have tattoos.”

“I did not know that. I wouldn't call that a secret though.” Mountain replied, swirling around his third glass of whiskey.

“Well, there's one in particular that's really shitty. I have a butterfly tramp stamp I got on my 21st birthday.”

“Oh, wow.”

“So imagine if you will, some twink running around New York with a shitty butterfly tramp stamp.”

“I am in fact imagining it.” Mountain tried not to envision it too much, it was getting harder to hide his true feelings the longer the tour went on. They often stayed up later than they should just talking about life, as cliche as that sounded. She started getting comfortable around him and he respected her at every turn. But when he saw her face completely uninhibited by anything, he almost melted. He couldn't find the words to describe how incredibly beautiful she was. So he didn't. He let his eyes trace over her face as if to memorize it as she talked. He brought himself out of his memories to find the same face staring back at him.

“I think it was your turn to share, flower.” And then there was the nickname. She wouldn't know it but it brought him to his knees.

“Oh, right. Let me think for a minute.” He tried to think of anything else, something other than the way her green eye looked like the most beautiful stone of jade he'd ever seen. Something other than how he would do anything to be able to kiss her lips just once. Something other than the way she liked to lay her head on his shoulder and fall asleep. Something, anything other than-

“I love you.”

The words came out faster than his brain could process, and by the time it caught up Violetta was much closer than she was prior.

“Are you telling me the truth?” 

He nodded.

“Good, because I've been waiting for you to say that.” 

“Really?”

“I’ve been wanting to know how you taste for a while.”

“Oh wow,” he was getting even more flustered by the second due to the way she was looking at him, something he had only fantasized about as a way to fall asleep on restless nights.

“So, can I kiss you?”

“Yes, absolutely.” 

She moved forward, gently putting her hand on his cheek. His breathing became faster and his eyes fluttered. She hadn’t even put her lips on his and he was already the happiest man alive. 

“Are you alright?”

“Would you be alright if the most beautiful woman you’ve ever known was about to kiss you?”

“I should do that then, shouldn’t I?” She didn’t give Mountain a chance to respond before finally kissing him. It was soft, as if Violetta was still testing the waters. That didn't matter to Mountain, he was savoring the moment as if he would cease to exist when it was over. Violetta pulled away before saying,

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t very good. I got nervous once I started.”

“Vi, that was wonderful. Can I try though?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Mountain wrapped his arms around Violetta’s neck before leaning in to kiss her again. He didn’t realize how insatiable he was until he felt Violetta gripping at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled away, hearing the faintest whimper from Violetta as he did.

“Was that too much? I didn’t mean to overstep, I-” he was cut off by Violetta climbing into his lap.

“Kiss me again, flower.”

He didn’t hesitate to do what she asked this time, hands grabbing at her waist. He slowly moved them to just under her breasts, not daring to go any further. As they kissed, Violetta couldn’t resist grinding against Mountain causing them both to moan into each other’s mouths. They deepened the kiss, their hands roaming over as much of their bodies as they could reach, Mountain still restraining himself. That didn’t last long though because Violetta grabbed his hands and put them underneath her shirt. Mountain felt like he was going to black out. He pulled away to both catch his breath and try not to come immediately.

“I was right,” Violetta said, “you taste really good.”

“What do I taste like?”

“A bonfire, the concept of a forest, and maple syrup. What about me?”

“Mostly like toothpaste but also strawberries.”

“I’ll take it.”

They sat together looking into each other’s eyes for a few minutes. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Mountain said, interlacing his hand with hers. “Not to bring down the mood but you’re not just humoring me, right? You actually want me?”

“Would I be on your lap if I didn’t?”

“Well I know that but…” He trailed off, tripping over his words. He didn’t want to assume she wanted the same thing because she kissed him. He didn’t know if it would be possible to move past this if that’s what she wanted, but he would try for her.

“Are you trying to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I would love that.” Violetta kissed him again, much slower but with the same intensity.

“I have another question.”

“What’s up?”

Mountain wrapped his hands around her lower back, dipping into the waistband of her pants.

“Can I see that tattoo you were talking about?”

“Only if you use it as a target.”

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece: Battle For Time Arc

Chapter 7: Betrayal At Sea!! Rhea's Heartbreaking Secret!!

@pure-kirarin wanted to be tagged so i hope you like this chapter!

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"I was betrayed...in the cruelest way possible... i know that the person was served justice for their cruelty...but i can not go back." Rhea said softly. She turned away to finish. She would not dare say more.

//

Persephone looked ahead, horizon, and vastness. She had a haunting feeling that her and her crew were going to experience the past they tried so hard to forget.

Robin glanced at her. "You know, the atmosphere has been rather stiff since we boarded. Is there anything we need to know?"

Persephone glanced at her. "Tragic backstory if you could believe it. A tad cliche"

Robin chuckled at that. "I dont know any pirate that didn't have one."

"Fair enough...Archeologist huh... we have one of our own, he's from Ohara..."

Her eyes widened. She had never met another Ohara islander since its destruction.

"Where can i meet him?" She said eagerly

//

Coeus Ananke wrote notes down in the journal. He was studying the poneglyphs. It was a dangerous task, but he came from an island of scholars.

Ohara...he studied there til his captain Persephone arrived. He begged to join them so he could expand his knowledge. He had no parents, nothing tethering him to the island.

He stopped reminiscing when he heard the door open to his office. Nico Robin...he remembered her when she was born. Nico Olivia was his mentor before she left.

"Nico Robin... but from the future...intriguing...what can i do for you?" He inquired

//

Luffy rubbed his eyes. Where was he? Where was his crew? He looked to see he was in the infirmary. He noticed Zara, remembering her from Dressrosa... oh theres Koala! And....marco?? He looked young... and a dude with a penguin hat? And a freaky looking dude.

Zara looked over at Luffy. "Luffy! You're awake!" She said happily. She was lucky to have Koala and Luffy. She worried about Sabo, though. She knew he reached for her when she fell through.

"Ah Zala...where are we?" He asked, getting her name wrong.

"It's Zara...but youre still a little groggy. It seems we have gone back in time... and we are on the Moby Dick."

"Moby Dick? Oh, that's the ship Ace is on." Luffy pondered.

.........

"WAIT, WE WENT BACK IN TIME?!"

"YOU NOTICED NOW?!"

"SHISHISHI"

Zara sighed. "I wonder if i can try calling Sabo?"

She dialed the number that she knew by heart.

'Please pick up...'

//

Sabo bounced his leg nervously. One, his teammates, and his crush disappeared literally in front of him. And two, he was sitting with Dragon in the Cross Guild.

Badabadabada

His den den mushi was ringing. He picked it up.

"Hello? Sabo?" Zaras voice came through. His eyes widened.

"Zara!! Are you okay??"

"Sabo!" Luffys voice could be heard in the background.

"Luffy?! You were sent back, too?"

"Sabo, how is everything over there? Are you okay??"

"Yeah... I wish i was there to protect you..." he said subconsciously.

Zara blushed heavily. "S-Sabo?!

"Im tired of hiding the truth of how i feel any longer..."

"Oh Sabo... I feel the same for you..."

"You do??"

"Yes, and when i come home, I'll tell it to you as many times."

"Ill hold you to that."

//

Rhea could feel the stab in her stomach, reliving that betrayal once more...

Every time she fell asleep, she saw it. She felt it...

Armaros, betraying Roger and Crew... stabbing Rhea when she was just in her early 20s... stabbing her through her abdomen and leaving her for dead. Rayleigh had found her not too long after, calling for Crocus.

She survived, but her trust had been shattered. She couldn't stay, and once they had docked, she snuck out and left a note.

She asked not to be found, and they respected it.

She thought she'd never see that crew again...

Until the time travelers came. Now, they were on their way to meet up with them on an island south of Baterilla, to not cause an issue for the residents.

She could feel her heart racing, palms sweaty... she felt like her legs would give out. Her mind screaming warning sirens again. Rhea may have been an apprentice for Crocus, but she loved that crew equally. But she hadn't been able to escape the nightmares that followed.

"You know, you dont have to see them face to face. You can stay on the ship..." her captain Persephone spoke, shaking her out of the trance she had been in.

"Then I'd be a coward... I have to face this head on if i want to make peace with my tortured soul... but i can't make myself move to do so..."

Persephone sighed. She understood the older woman's dilemma. "Stay by my side then. Im sure my brother would understand. Then you can hold my arm." She said softly.

"Would that be ok? I think that'll help calm the nerves..." she nodded, following her captain out.

//

Hongo was checking over his beloved Lilah, who was asleep against him. He watched at the horizons, the island coming in the distance. This island is where everyone would meet. So far, 5 groups have been found.

Once on the island, everyone found each other from their crews.

Brook, Robin, and Nami hugged each other, happy as could be.

Koby was happy to see Tashigi and Shay. However, Older Shanks was surprised to see his younger self attached to Shays leg. He was also very surprised to Achlys. His mother figure.

"Hello, Shanks... time was cruel to you, huh?" She said in a motherly tone.

"Hi mom...thats my younger sister aint it?" He said, referring to Shay. Achlys nodded

Suddenly, they heard Luffy yell out to his crewmates. They turn to watch Luffy bound from the Moby Dick. Whitebeard followed him along with younger Thatch, Izo, and Marco. Then he locked eyes with Ace and....Lilligan. He knew who she was, and her eyes reflected a look of recognition.

"Father?"

"FATHER?!" Everyone who didn't know screamed.

[portsinastorm]

Watching Truth or Dare (an episode I've avoided even after multiple rewatches of Criminal Minds) and I swear to God, I'm shocked that after S12's Sick Day (which was honestly one of JJ's best episodes and a great episode to watch if you don't ship Will and JJ and want to know what makes them a great fit for each other), they decided to even go in this direction. JJ was rolling her eyes at Spencer over multiple seasons just during his infodumps, you cannot make me believe that she's been in love with that man all this time, when they didn't even tell us how she felt after they went to the football game.

(If anything, the way they fight during S7 when Emily comes back should have been a clue how incompatible they would be.)

And then she even looks put upon when she holds Will's hand while Emily gives her twin flames speech.

This is just... character assassination within the logic they've set up.

If Will isn't it for JJ, they should have split them up during the S7 finale (the man has been proposing to her since the season 3 finale in canon, at some point the writing's on the wall if she's let like three years pass them by without saying yes or giving him a definite answer). Up until that point, it's been clear that JJ has issues committing. But they didn't. The next opportunity for splitting them up would have been in S10 and that could have been as a result of what JJ suffered in Season 9 in the 200th episode. It may have been cliche, but they've had the job come between Hotch and Haley before, and drawing that parallel would have given Hotch the opportunity to give JJ advice and share his wisdom. But they didn't.

And then they did this to JJ and Will's relationship.

Look, anyone who follows my blog knows I love Jemily and knows that in my heart, they're endgame. I also believe that good stories have good story logic. There was no reason to even make this confession happen. JJ has been established as one of the best covert operatives in the BAU, the woman can lie if she needs to.

In fact, it would've been better if the confession was in fact a lie, because it just strengthens JJ's character as someone who would not hesitate to do something morally grey for the greater good. It's core to her character--if it would save even just one person, she'd do it. It also would've highlighted the fact that in the BAU, their close friendships with each other means they're sometimes each other's blindspots, which opens more doors story and character-wise than making JJ and Spence some form of star-crossed lovers.

Also, the show making them seem like twin flames? No, they've been brother and sister long before Reid's S12 storyline.

Not to mention what they've done to Will in the first season Criminal Minds: Evolution (technically season 16). At some point, just take the man out of his misery and get him out of the picture (divorce) if they don't think he's the one for JJ.

[rmd-writes]

Hi Rae 💗 for the truth or dare asks 🌻🪐🥐 please

Hi D!

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@happiness-of-the-pursuit once wrote a fic that he said was slightly inspired by one of mine (in trope). But cos of the nature of said trope (if you’re familiar with my rwrb fics you’ll probably guess which of mine this is), Rhys very kindly mentioned my fic without naming it in his a/n so as not to spoil it and then later let me know he’d done so. I was a) so touched that anything I wrote might inspire someone else and b) thought it was extremely thoughtful of him to try not to spoil my fic for others and I appreciated that so much 🥰🥰 anyway, I’ve only read a couple of Rhys’ many fics but I enjoyed them and enjoy his snippets here so check them out 💖

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

A cliche but: my partner, my kids and my dog

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

Did I forget every single internet reference internet when I got this ask? Yes. I scrolled through some of the memes I have saved on my phone and this one made me laugh so:

[mapachiii]

not to drag this out but don't you think you and everyone that agrees with you are trying a little too hard to make abo (a plot device to make fluff and smut fics) too politically correct?

wasn't the whole purpose of abo to make omegas dependent and soft and sweet? i mean in one of my fav nomin abo jm pretends to be an alpha but you just can't deny that his body and his strength compared to the other alphas and even betas are built the way girls develop once puberty start (softer, curvier – you know? childbearing hips)? some authors completely write out the possibility of a boy omega and a girl alpha having opposite reproductive functions because it's just unfathomable to them to start to write. there's too many loopholes, not enough strong set rules unlike other au like harry potter or marvel or anime where a rule is only ever broken by authors who are brave enough to come up with different worlds/lore

the most common omega conflict in angsty abo has to do with omegas not obeying their wolf to submit and be soft and be taken care of and be provided for sulk when alpha leaves the bedroom to get water— like cmon work with me here! the textbook omega is literally a 1950s housewife mapachi

so why wouldn't omega boys have a bit of femininity? and (and people are gonna hate me for this) have female genitalia. you can go around in circles on this and make your omega boy beefy and smell musky and be strong and, you know, a boy? but before the fic ends he'll be leaking slick everywhere the way - don't get mad at the truth - only a biological woman can.

if we're mad at het standards then take away the leaking omegas! make them use lube the way modern universe boys do. "but that would ruin the purpose of making them an omeg—" EXACTLY!

why do we give the title of mother to our fav kpop boys that look softer, caretaker-y, and more femme fetale than a boy might look whether that's just styling or their personality. call them babygirl anytime they display a bit more aegyo, shyness. and isn't that INTRINSICALLY a feminine thing? not that men can't have that but is it common or even ever thought of as a manly thing? no. why do we not have any issues with lesbian couples having the designated butch/masc plus her babygirl but we shiver and shake when male omegas dare to fill their roles? why is it only heteronormative and wrong in abo?

i just think you lose anytime you try and add logic or politics to something like abo. heats are based on the concept of ovulation whether we're ready to come to terms with that or not as a society. thats a thing girls do. there is simply no logic to abo mapachi. it's utter trash made to indulge the illogical need to read nesting (a biologically feminine trait deviced to kick women into preparing for their babies), and fluff, and smut of all kinds. trust me i could go on but you cannot look at abo and especially omegas through an ultra progressive lens. you immediately fail because you're basing it on an illogical and imaginary foundation. it's all VERY unserious. that's why everyone can and will make their own rules about who in their eyes takes the knot according to what they want. we can't take them to progressive jail for it

I can't speak for the rest that share my pov but I'm not /trying/ to be woke or something, its my sincere thoughts regarding the topic. Idk dear, maybe for some thats the attractive thing about aboverse but not for some of us. I was never a fan of that take of making omegas cute lil weak sub things. Like yes, I do personally like them not being able to overpower most alphas, but never where they're a cliche of a bottom, you've never seen that monster high meme of "deuce you're hurting me~" ? well, that. "some authors write-" yeah dear, aboverse is a fan made thing, we can all make our own rules, for example I like the opposite that you mentioned. I know dear! And I personally am not a fan of it jsjsjs like kinda?? I've written myself about omegas "fighting" their omega because they don't want to be what society expects them to be, that sub lil sweet omega. Also, you just described omegas as trad wifes, thats my whole point jsjsjs. Oh boi, dear I'm 100% on the side of omegas having a vagina, and female alphas a dick, anything other than that doesn't make sense to me actually jsjsjs so as an author I can't, as a reader its easier for me to ignore but when writing it drives me insane, because their whole thing is being able to reproduce??? You're mentioning biological aspects, which I've never been against, what I hate is the character itself being reduced to a trad wife or poor lil princess that needs rescuing. unless its like idk medieval, then I excuse the sexism. At the end of the day, abovese is an excuse to drive misogenistic/sexist ideas/culture and force it into a same sex relationship. the first aboverse anime did something like that and it drove me crazy I was so annoyed and I was not even watching it. tbf, I do not partake in calling irl men wife/babygirl jsjsjs I only do that to one (1) male character in an otome game haha. Dear my biggest issue is how, just because a boy has "femenine" traits, they get labeled an omega AND people taking issue with others not agreeing orz like i like nomin as omega/alpha, alpha/alpha or omega/omega jsjsj Its just, I've seen people be so /mean/ and downright disgusting (by saying theyre disgusted themselves) when someone calls, for example, jaem an alpha, or jen an omega. Like thats my whooole point, its so icky, they get this, well, headcanon, and when they defend their take they get sooo nasty, and their misogeny/homophobia comes thru so boldly, and they end up being soo heteromative with abovese because of it. Like how an omega MUST be called a mother, even tho he's a man?? like what, and saying omegas are more /mother/ when, dude theyre just parents?? abovese just lets a man give birth but that does not take away his father label and turn into a mother…

btw it is very entertaining/fun for me to talk about these thigns jsjsjs I've gone late into the night discussing it with friends before.

[hiohaku]

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 . . . updated 10 / 23

Threads that are centered around her scar, how she got it, reactions to it, was your muse nearby ? : did they find her ? lore here , is flexible to plot .

Threads taking place after her dad dies. this happens a few weeks after her scar fully heals and she turns into a hermit, hiding away and grieving as well as being a mess of emotion, a shorter fuse and lashing out / getting upset more frequently and over small things, things that don't really matter

Training or sparring , also self explanatory! Jujutsu sorcerers are capable with ability and combat so it makes sense for them to help each other in those respects.

Highschool !! Aka her time at jujutsu high school! let them be teens !! at least a little ! spin the bottle ? truth or dare ? drinking and smoking !

Karaoke ! as i've stated idk how many times by now, utahime loves to sing karaoke ! she has a pretty voice and just in general enjoys the activity ... go sing with her !!!

Drinking ! like karaoke it's one of utahime's favorite past times and i truly believe her to really be the life of the party once she starts to drink ... or maybe just help take care of a hammered utahime. she likes to dance when she's drinking too ! dance with her !

With the Students / faculty ! utahime is a teacher !! her students are so important to her, let her nurture them ... and faculty because they're like work friends generally .

aus ! general modern ones, fantasy , musicians / band , etc.

seasonal threads ! Threads based around the seasons, or the holidays during such seasons ( Halloween , Christmas , etc )

𝐑𝐄𝐋. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂

You belong with me .. you know the taylor swift song ' you belong with me ' .. ? yeah, a plot that centers around a similar idea ( aka yearning after somebody who is in a relationship , whether it be her or your muse idc. )

Jealousy .. a cliche maybe but !! jealousy that leads into an angry confession ? some of the best plots...

Fake dating plots , self explanatory but maybe it’s for a mission of sorts or to deceive family members / friends — could also happen in an au. turns into real feelings ?

Valentines Threads ! .. not always relationship specific but ! i love the idea of somebody actually asking her out on a date .. or maybe just the basics of valentines ( flowers, chocolates, etc. ) if it's not romantic ?? literally just hanging out ? showing eachoher affection in other ways... yes

Angst that turns into something soft , just a general theme , i dont mind plotting out what happens but it's one of my favorite theme / genres

Denial . the cliche of two people dating / being in love without ever realizing until it’s pointed out !

Maybe … toxic ships ?

[vivienne-writes]

Hidden Reasons Part V: Green Rose

Winter was over. The motion of spring struck her imagination as something foreign, a fiction. Green, she said to herself, A beautiful word in another language, devoid of meaning. 

Preview: But Sebastian, stubborn as he is, held out hope. Perhaps it was a ruse. Or worse yet, maybe Garreth had slipped a love potion in your goblet while you weren’t looking. But the sliver of hope he held on to like a lifeline vanished as soon as he entered the great hall for dinner, eyes rested upon your figures as you sat in the farthest corner of the Gryffindor table. The two of you looked mighty cozy together indeed, Sebastian thought viciously to himself. As you and Garreth got up to leave, Garreth shot a knowing smile towards Sebastian’s way, the victorious glint in his eye unmistakable.

Series also available on AO3 here

The students of Hogwarts found themselves hunkering down within the safety of the castle walls as angry, black clouds rained down a tremendous torrent, thunder shaking the windowpanes with loud crashes that could reach the depths of the dungeons.

The mayhem outside almost matched the turmoil brewing in Sebastian’s mind and heart as he sulked by the large windows of the Slytherin dormitory, looking out into the depths of the black lake. The water was usually a vivid, sea-green color but the storm had turned it into a murky visage of dark green, black, and brown. It was hard to make out the shapes of lurking creatures and seaweed in the water as they eerily floated in and out of sight.

But Sebastian couldn’t care any less about the lake’s inhabitants now, even if he tried. He had been stewing in a foul mood since news broke of your supposed relationship with Garreth. It had happened the same day you had bumped into Sebastian and brushed him off in search of his rival. He had been on his way to join the next Crossed Wands match, eager to take out his frustrations when he found Lawrence Davies standing in the middle of a small gaggle of duelists. He was swearing up and down he just saw you leave the boy’s lavatory with Garreth Weasley in tow. A controversial piece of gossip to be sure, but Sebastian didn’t think much of that. Perhaps you were just having a conversation with Weasley outside the lavatory and Davies simply misinterpreted the situation.

However, Astoria Crickett corroborated the tale via a rumor she heard through the grapevine. “Doesn’t matter how I know, Blume herself got confirmation that the two have been sneaking around at night. And you know how dead gone she is about Weasley, she wouldn’t lie about this.”

Sebastian refused to accept it at first. Tales around Hogwarts were often spun with exaggeration, but he was already irritable, to begin with. The more he thought it over as he dodged and deflected back spells, the more he began to believe it. And the more he believed it, the more the venom of jealousy spiked in his veins, evident in the power and speed coursing through the spells he cast at his opponents. Lucan Brattleby was nearly beside himself with excitement. Not only was it one of the fastest matches Crossed Wands had ever seen, but it was also one of the most thrilling. Sebastian was matched against four fighters contending for the name of champion and yet, all four together were fiercely outmatched by his skill, his spells flying faster than they could parry. The whole club knew Sebastian was a force to be reckoned with but on that day, he solidified his place as a legend. He would have celebrated this achievement, gloated about it even, but what good was it when the one person he wanted to share this with was concerned with... other matters?

But Sebastian, stubborn as he is, held out hope. Perhaps it was a ruse. Or worse yet, maybe Garreth had slipped a love potion in your goblet while you weren’t looking. But the sliver of hope he held on to like a lifeline vanished as soon as he entered the great hall for dinner, eyes rested upon your figures as you sat in the farthest corner of the Gryffindor table. The two of you looked mighty cozy together indeed, Sebastian thought viciously to himself. As you and Garreth got up to leave, Garreth shot a knowing smile towards Sebastian’s way, the victorious glint in his eye unmistakable.

And so, here sat Sebastian in an armchair on this dreary day, one leg crossed over the other, the furrow of his brows deepening more and more by the minute. He’d have stayed like that the rest of the day too if Imelda hadn’t disturbed his reverie.  

“Oy, you,” she smacked Sebastian’s shoulder lightly. “Have you seen Gaunt? He owes me five galleons.”

Ominis was currently in the Undercroft, riding out the storm of Sebastian’s gloom. His best friend had tried to placate him with no luck. Annoyed by Sebastian’s silence, he removed himself from their dorm room until Sebastian was in a more conversational mood. Of course, Sebastian couldn’t tell her that. “I’ve no idea,” was all he managed to mutter.

“Well then, you cough up the money, seeing as he lost the bet because of you,” she demanded. Sebastian looked up at her in confusion.

“What are you going off about?”

Imelda rolled her eyes. “Gaunt and I made a bet on who’d get to ask our new fifth year out first. He bet on you while I placed my bet on anyone else, really. Thought I’d have a higher chance of winning if I broadened my choices.

Good ol’ Imelda. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle at her nerve. “Nothing could deter the likes of her,” he thought. Sebastian reached into his cloak and tossed her the money. He’d make Ominis pay it back later.

“While we’re on the subject,” said Imelda, holding the coins up to the light of the fireplace to inspect them, “you can be real pigheaded sometimes.”

Sebastian sat up and frowned at her. “And what do you mean by that?”

She shrugged her shoulder. “Just something for you to ponder,” she said casually as she walked away. Imelda was more perceptive than she let on, aware of the attraction you and Sebastian had from the get-go but refused to meddle in affairs she believed she had no business being in. From the bottom of her heart, she supported you and wanted nothing but the best for you, though her sharp tongue made it seem otherwise. And while your new romance with Garreth confused her greatly, her confusion paled in comparison to the annoyance she felt towards Sebastian, whose sullen discouragement was unusual of him. Normally, failure fueled his desire to try even harder. Then again, his jealousy was evidence of the impact you had on him, and Imelda was only beginning to realize how deeply his affection for you ran. Even so, she’d hope her words would nudge him enough to wise up.

And while it was certainly a leap to hope Sebastian would confront his emotions head-on, it was safe to say that it was at least enough to stir him awake from his rumination. He’d had enough moping about. It was time he got the word straight from the source. With renewed determination, Sebastian uncrossed his leg, got up, strode across the common room, and left the dormitory, unknowingly watched by Imelda.

“Took you long enough,” she mumbled.

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“Weasley, might I have a word?” Sebastian leisurely strolled up to Garreth, who had been conversing with Duncan Hobhouse in the courtyard outside the entrance hall. Duncan bade Garreth farewell as the latter leaned his elbows forward on the stone railing. The storm had slowed to a drizzle and Garreth, seeking respite from the crowded Gryffindor tower, was enjoying the view of dark clouds over the purple horizon as the wind blew the tresses of hair gently across his face.

“Will this be a common occurrence, Sallow?” said Garreth, “I didn’t realize you were that interested in me.”

Sebastian ignored his remark. “How’d you do it? Love potion from J.Pippins? Or did you brew one yourself?”

“Would it be so hard to accept that she simply fell for me?”

“Doubt that,” Sebastian deadpanned. He leaned against the railing beside Garreth. “I refuse to believe she’d be the type to be won over so easily.”

That much, Garreth could sadly agree with. “I know what you’re capable of Sallow, you’re cunning and one of the brightest in our year. You could achieve anything you set your mind to. And I knew the only way to beat a Slytherin was to start thinking like one.”

“Elaborate.”

“Now now, a wizard can’t show all his tricks now, can he?” said Garreth good-naturedly. Annoyance flashed across Sebastian’s face.

“Be coy all you want, I’m not giving up easily,” said Sebastian.

“I was expecting you’d say that,” Garreth said quietly. “And neither will I.”

Sebastian watched Garreth from the corner of his eyes, recalling the early days of their acquaintance. Garreth had come in as a bright-eyed first year whose eagerness and enthusiasm had always been directed at sweets and potions. He had been a bit pudgier back in the day but had an established appeal about him from the start, already charming himself out of tricky situations with professors, prefects, and peers alike. Now here he stood, a much different person four years later. His face still held a bit of stoutness to it, but a sharp prominence had begun to form around his cheeks and jaw. He’d been growing his hair out, much to the delight of his admirers, and as most Weasleys were apt to do, Garreth had sprung up in height and build. Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder: when did Weasley change all of a sudden?

Along with that came the realization that he had severely underestimated Garreth, expecting him to be the same boy easily prone to distraction. Any girl that managed to catch his eye was quickly disregarded in lieu of adventures to Hogsmeade and covert troublemaking. His sudden drive to win you over, the perseverance of his feelings, all this was new not just to Sebastian, but to Garreth’s friends and the onlookers intrigued by the progression of this whole affair. Therefore, it was a bitter pill to swallow, acknowledging that Garreth had been a few steps ahead of him.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Garreth began reluctantly, “she and I aren’t officially together.” He looked down at his hands, fiddling with a thread coming undone from his sleeve. Garreth believed Sebastian was owed a bit of the truth, at the very least. It wouldn’t be honorable, otherwise. “It’s… more out of convenience than romance.”

“And why would she do that?” Sebastian asked, perplexed, although he couldn’t deny the uplift in his chest.

“That’s not for me to say,” Garreth continued. “You’re more than welcome to ask her, of course.”

“And you’re alright with this? Does she know how you feel?”

“She will, eventually.” Garreth sighed, resting his chin on his hand. “With half the work already done, I’m just happy to spend time by her side.”

The warm look on Garreth’s face ascertained as much and despite the new revelation, the bud of envy had already bloomed in Sebastian’s heart. It bothered him that you chose to share your secrets with Garreth than with him. Was he not trustworthy in your eyes? He took the fall for you when Peeves caught the both of you in the restricted section, guided you on your first trip to Hogsmeade, fought a rampant troll by your side without question; he even placed his friendship with Ominis at risk by showing you the Undercroft. And yet you chose to bequeath your time to Garreth.

Sebastian shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking this way. While he liked having others in his debt, it was wrong to see your relationship with him as transactional. He wanted you to like him for who he was, not for what he could do for you.

“Say, Sallow,” said Garreth, having drifted off into thoughts of his own, “Don’t let her know I told you.”

Sebastian nodded, grateful that Garreth was willing to impart the truth to him. Had they been in each other’s shoes, Sebastian wasn’t quite so certain he would’ve done the same.

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“Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

You were in the great hall, taking advantage of the solitary quiet to study and catch up on your assignments with Natty, the storm’s downpour preventing any study by the lakeside as you’d hoped. In between meals, the great hall served as a study hall proctored either by a professor, a prefect, or a head boy or girl. However, the current proctor was a certain head boy from Hufflepuff who had whisked Natty away to the Hufflepuff table. Judging by their close proximity to one another and the shy glances they exchanged, this was the seventh year she was hinting about. A tall, dark lad with a brilliant smile and a deep huskiness to his voice, you could see why she was so enamored with him. You couldn’t blame her for wanting to hide him away from the world.

But his distraction with your study partner had caused an uptick in noise as more students began trickling in to study, confined to stay indoors, including several of your girl friends who had spotted you and decided to join you at your table. First, it was Samantha, followed by the Hufflepuff trio consisting of Poppy, Adelaide, and Lenora. Constance Dagworth, upon seeing Samantha, decided to pile in on the party and was accompanied by fellow Crossed Wands member Nerida Roberts. And finally, the last to insert themselves were Imelda and Grace Pinch-Smedley. By the time Natty rejoined you, she found you in the middle of a rowdy group of girls playing truth or dare. You were dutifully trying to finish an essay on Jupiter and the orbital trajectory you observed in your star charts, but the chatter that flitted across the table was too exciting not to partake in.

“Alright Poppy, did you or did you not meet up with Prewett behind the greenhouses?” Lenora asked excitedly.

“I did,” Poppy answered nonchalantly.

“Did you two kiss?”

“Hold on, how many questions am I supposed to answer?”

“Answer the damn question, Sweeting,” Imelda commanded impatiently.

Poppy rolled her eyes. “Ugh, fine. We did.”

Adelaide leaned forward. “What was it like?” she whispered innocently. Poppy twisted her face in disgust.

“Much sloppier than I was expecting,” she said, causing the others to wrinkle their noses. “I tried to stick through it but he had a tongue like a puffskein-“

“Alright, that’s enough,” Natty interjected. “I would much rather not have to live with him under the same tower with that image in my head.”

“Would you go out with him again?” asked Samantha. “I know he likes you a great deal.”

Poppy shook her head. “I don’t think romance is in the books for me right now, ladies. Too many magical beasts to care for, not enough time. Besides, if snogging is anything like what Leander has shown me, I think I’ll pass.”

“Add Prewett to the pile of broken hearts,” Imelda muttered under her breath, unheard by the others as they moved the conversation on. You, on the other hand, caught her snark and looked up to find her looking right at you. You raised her brow at her, puzzled, but she only huffed and turned away. What was her problem?

But now that Lenora opened that can of worms, the game was now treading on more risqué territory. You held your silence, committing yourself to your scrolls as they played on, the questions getting increasingly indecent. So far, no one had the guts to pick dare.

“Dagworth, truth or dare?” asked Grace.

“Truth.”

“Do you like Hector Jenkins?”

Nerida flashed Constance a knowing smile. “Oh, I know who she likes,” she said mischievously, much to the dismay of her companion.

“Ooh, do tell,” Lenora urged. Everyone but yourself leaned forward in anticipation. Unaccustomed to being the center of attention, Constance looked down, the flush creeping up her cheeks.

“You can tell them,” Nerida goaded, nudging her friend with her shoulder. “After all, he’s the reason why you joined Crossed Wands in the first place.”

“Oh, there’s only one name I can think of…” mused Natty. “Is it…?”

“Sebastian Sallow,” Constance managed to squeak out before covering her face in embarrassment. Hushed gasps rang across the circle as a cold dread crept down to your fingers. You cursed inwardly at the blot you just made, your fingers on the quill trembling slightly. You set it down gently as you pulled your sleeves over your hands to hide them. It went without question that someone as appealing and talented as Sebastian would have admirers but facing the fact was another thing entirely.  

“Sallow?” asked Imelda contemptuously. “Really?”

“Alright then Imelda, it’s your turn.” Nerida snapped viciously. “Truth or dare?”

Imelda scoffed. “Dare. Truth’s for sissies.”

Nerida looked around before laying eyes on the group of fifth-year boys that had entered the hall unnoticed by your companions. Of course, they’d be in the same room while your friends played this blasted game. You hoped Sebastian wouldn’t be there as your eyes scanned their table. No, it was just Everett with Arthur Plummly, Eric Northcott, Leander, and Garreth. You sighed with relief. You had been afraid the girls would have involved Constance and Sebastian somehow, but there was no danger of that if he weren’t here.

“Imelda Reyes,” said Nerida slowly, as a sly grin crept up her face. You were beginning to think the two Slytherins didn’t like each other very much and wondered if they shared a past disagreement. “I dare you to kiss Everett Clopton on the lips.”

Your eyes frantically darted to Imelda’s face. Despite the teasing, she remained stoic and stone-faced. “You don’t have to do this,” said Grace warily.

“Child’s play” she shrugged, rising and marching her way over to where the boys sat. She sat next to Everett, waiting for him to look up from the toy broom he was casting Levioso on. But Imelda, quick-tempered as she was, grew impatient and grabbed him by the scruff of his robes and pulled him into a deep kiss, causing the boys to jeer and whoop loudly. When she pulled away, it was easy to make out the dark stain of her rouge on Everett’s lips, even from a distance. In a daze, Everett clutched his chest dramatically and pretended to faint.

“Am I dreaming?” he said loudly. “Or is this heaven?”

“Shut up,” muttered Imelda sternly, pushing him away before returning to your table with a faint pink tint on her ears. Nerida clapped patronizingly.

“Well, color me surprised,” she said, voice dripping with scorn. “I suppose Reyes CAN do anything after all.”

“I can swim too,” Imelda quickly shot back without restraint. You braced yourself for a fight as did the others until Samantha, hoping to defuse the situation, turned to you.

“I believe our new fifth year’s been awfully quiet,” she said with a sweet tone. “We didn’t mean to leave you out.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” you replied hastily. “You can leave me out of this one.”

“You don’t have to be shy,” said Adelaide softly. “I’d love to get to know more about you.”

“Indeed,” Grace chimed in. “After retrieving my family’s heirloom for me, I’d like to consider you a friend.”

“I return the sentiment, truly I do, but I’m not that interesting,” you rambled, trying to return to your parchment. You didn’t think divulging in sordid affairs was the best way to get to know someone.

Nerida’s eyes narrowed as she finally turned away from her stare down with Imelda. “Quite the contrary, there’s plenty interesting about you.” Her gaze bore into you uncomfortably. “You’ve beaten Constance and me at Crossed Wands before. Pretty good for a newcomer.”

“Beginner’s luck, I suppose,” you mumbled.

“It is no beginner’s luck,” Natty beamed with pride. “You still have some ways to go, but one can’t deny your talent.”

“Almost as good as Sallow, is what people are saying,” Nerida eyed you quizzically. “So now I wonder… truth or dare?”

A nervous sweat crawled down your back. You couldn’t say why, but for some reason, you suspected Nerida to ask a question about Sebastian if you picked truth. So, without hesitation, you picked-

“Dare.”

Nerida frowned. Not the choice she was hoping for, but she’d make do with it. “Let’s see, I dare you,” she turned to look once more, an impish smile on her face. “To give Garreth Weasley a love bite.”

Poppy and Samantha covered their mouths with scandalous gasps while Lenora tried and failed to suppress a titter. Constance’s eyes flicked between Nerida’s face and yours with bated breath.

“What’s a love bite?” Adelaide whispered to Grace, who shushed her.

Imelda clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Roberts, you picked the dare last round. Don’t be stingy, let someone else have a turn.”

“Well, does anyone else have a better idea?” said Nerida. She was met with silence as each one was too stunned with suspense to speak. “It seems everyone is in favor.”

Natty gripped your arm. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“She could always pick truth,” suggested Nerida. “But as Reyes said, truth’s for sissies.”

Imelda silently cursed her own tongue. She glanced at you worriedly, but your face was calm. The only giveaway that it was a façade was the foot you were nervously shaking against hers.

“What’s wrong?” asked Nerida. “Afraid to kiss your beau?”

Right, you had a secret to uphold. You stood up silently and made your way over to Garreth, praying he’d forgive you for this. He agreed to help you keep up appearances, but this was more than you asked of him. You’d make it up to him somehow, you consoled yourself as you approached him.

“Hello there,” he sensed your presence behind him immediately, looking up at you with an easygoing smile. You leaned in close to whisper what you’d been asked to do. Garreth stilled, his heart skipping a beat. The breath that brushed his ear was not helping in the slightest.

“Is it alright?” you asked timidly. “If it’s too much to ask, then-“

“Go on,” Garreth managed to respond with well-concealed difficulty. “I don’t mind in the slightest.”

You nodded, more so to steel yourself than anything. You’ve never given a love bite before, much less a kiss. You weren’t quite sure how to go about it or where to even place it. Garreth, sensing your trepidation, pulled back his collar to reveal the expanse of his neck and collarbones. With a deep breath, you placed your hand on the other side of his neck to hold him still as you sank your teeth unto his skin, finding it much softer than you imagined. Your lips enclosed the bite as you sucked deliciously; Garreth had to clench his fists to fight back the moan that threatened to escape him. Leander let out a low whistle while Arthur and Eric ogled silently.

“See, why couldn’t you lot dare Imelda to do the same!” Everett exclaimed jealously as you finally pulled away, running a finger over the red and purple mark beginning to bloom. The kiss heightened Garreth’s sensitivity to your touch, the feel of just one finger like a trail of fire on his skin. You thanked him quietly, making your way back to your seat, your face equally as red as Garreth’s which had flushed into a bright crimson. The girls all gaped at you in hushed amazement. Nerida was stunned.

“I didn’t believe you’d actually do it,” she said in disbelief. She had hoped you’d turn tail and choose truth instead, but you were bolder than she made you out to be.

“Yes well, whose turn is it now?” you said breathlessly, trying to change the subject. Surprisingly, you enjoyed the kiss despite your hesitance, and you were doing all you can to maintain your composure.

“Seeing as we’re doing dares now,” Grace spoke up, “Sallow’s here if Constance would like a try.”

You whipped your head to follow her glance. Sebastian was making his way down the hall with Ominis at his side, an unreadable expression on his face. Did he by chance see what you did to Garreth?

“It doesn’t matter,” you thought wistfully to yourself, turning back to the group.

“Go on Constance,” Poppy and Adelaide were now urging Constance to speak to Sebastian, Poppy being the more forceful one. “If these two can take a dare, so can you!”

Your momentary elation was smeared by a sudden streak of envy. What does Sebastian think of Constance? Would he return her feelings? The thought of Sebastian dating anyone was unpleasant, to say the least, but you had no claim on him. Nerida had joined the others now, urging Constance to walk up to Sebastian and finally confess her feelings to him. Just as she got up to brush off her robes, Imelda slyly gave her wand a slight wave under the table, causing a bottle of ink to spill all over Constance’s blue uniform.

“Oh no!” she cried helplessly, grabbing stray pieces of parchment to blot the ink.

“We can try a cleaning spell,” Samantha suggested, but Constance shook her head sadly.

“It’s anti-vanishing ink,” she bemoaned with tears in her eyes. “Oh, I can’t walk up to Sebastian like this!”

Samantha tried her best to calm Constance down as Nerida gathered their things. “This was fun, but we’ll take our leave now,” Nerida said, bidding everyone farewell. You watched the trio leave hurriedly for the nearest bathroom, presumably to wash off the stubborn ink.  

The rest of the group decided to part ways but as you left, you took one last look to search for Garreth and Sebastian. The former had gone and disappeared while the latter was engrossed in his book. “Perhaps he didn’t notice after all,” you said to yourself hopefully. Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian couldn’t even make out the words of the pages, blinded by seething rage as he willed himself to calm down, the image of your lips on Garreth staining his mind even with his eyes closed shut. Ominis could only sit by helplessly. And Garreth had fled to the Gryffindor tower, the day’s excitement all too much for him to bear. The simple memory of your teeth biting down on his skin, your fingers cradling his neck gently, had caused his blood to flow in the most inappropriate places. He needed to take care of it privately or he’d lose his mind. You may have thought he had done you a favor today, but truly, you couldn't have made his day any better.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in the Ravenclaw Tower, three girls labored over a stained set of uniforms.

“I was really hoping to ask the new girl if she fancied Sallow,” Nerida told Constance and Samantha later on as she helped Constance scrub her skirt clean. “But it seems she prefers Weasley.”

“I’m so relieved,” Constance sighed. “I almost suspected something was going on between them.”

“Maybe now you can finally confess to Sebastian with a clear conscience,” Samantha suggested.

Constance nodded in eager agreement. "I wonder if he'd like me back."

[miumura]

✦ TRUTH OR DARE ?! — RICKY ONESHOT ✦

— ★ : when a game of truth or dare leads to a confession.

✁ pairing : friend!ricky x gn!reader

// genre : friends 2 lovers ; fluff | word count : 2K+ (2505)

♪ warnings ! — not proofread (so there may be mistakes), a kiss is made w ricky n reader, peer pressure (in a good way?!?), lmk if there’s any more!

☏ soph speaks ! — first zb1 work aaaa !! and its not a smau?! surprising in a way 🫡 . since ricky has be flooding my tiktok fyp (and has been slightly bias wrecking me), here is something i thought of late at night !! hope you like it :)

“Come on, it will be fun!”

“Obviously not if there’s only four or five people! And probably not even five if they don’t want to participate!” you scoffed at Hanbin quietly, not taking him seriously.

Who would’ve thought you’d be playing such a childish game on a Friday night?

Staying at Hanbin’s house made you guys brainstorm on things you should do for the night.

Play sports? Boring! Plus, you could imagine the amount of rage quitting — you didn’t want to deal with that!

Bake? It’s too late! You weren’t really in the mood to bake anyways.

Play games? Sure, but what you didn’t expect was a game about asking each other questions.

“You’ve declined everything I suggested—can’t take it anymore!” Hanbin dramatically grasps his chest. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to do this forever! We have to—at least once!”

You continued to refuse — there was no way you were going to participate in this!

“If Ricky agrees, we ARE doing it!” Hanbin pleads with his eyes, waiting for a response.

Ricky looks at the two of you cluelessly, not picking up what you and Hanbin talked about earlier.

Noticing the heavy stares, he takes out his airpod, waiting for someone to say something.

“Ricky—“ Hanbin cuts you off immediately, “Ricky, just say yes!”

“Just say yes for…?”

“Just do it!”

“Hey, you can’t do that!” You nudged Hanbin jokingly, a small chuckle escaped from his mouth.

Still clueless as ever, Ricky scratches the back of his head.

“Okay then…? Sure — for whatever you guys are planning to do.” Ricky is still unsure whether his answer was good or not — you groaned and sat in defeat while Hanbin held a mini celebration.

Hanbin easily used your weakness to play some stupid game. Your weakness? It was no other than Ricky.

Ricky. Your crush since the first year of high school. He became your best friend after you guys shared a majority of your classes together. And of course, you were afraid of rejection, so you held off confessing for now. (as if you were even going to actually do it.) Cliche, but not really. And you thought you held onto your secret of liking him pretty well.

You totally don’t turn red whenever Ricky indicates any physical touch. You totally don’t smile like an idiot when he walks away. You totally don’t fix yourself up whenever you see him walking your way.

Nope! There was no way you were that obvious.

Despite your great hiding skills, Hanbin had to be the first one to know about your crush. (as if you didn’t give it away from the beginning.) Ever since then, Hanbin has been using your crush as an advantage.

“You better tell me or else!” , “Ricky is with me.” , “I’ll bring Ricky along.” — the phrases he would always say to get you to do something. You practically engraved these in your brain already.

If you heard one of those phrases again, chills would shiver down your spine—that’s how traumatizing it is.

He knew that if he just mentioned his name once, you’d probably agree to something so fast.

Hanbin does the same thing everyday. Asks you to do something, you refuse—he calls Ricky’s name, and you admit defeat.

And you know it works every single time too. It just became something you could never avoid.

Having no other choice, you went to the living room.

…Just maybe, you’d participate in this stupid game.

Totally not for Ricky, though.

Here you are, gathered around in a circle in Hanbin’s living room. Not only did he manage to get you and Ricky to play, he even got Woongki, Seunghwan, and … Seowon?

Seowon showed up to the house last minute—it seemed like he only joined the “party” for this game. So now there’s six people instead of five. I guess, the more the merrier.

You stared at the four intensely, not knowing what they would be up to. Those four were mischievous together, and unbelievably chaotic when next to each other.

You’re sure that especially those four know you have a crush on him.

Seunghwan. He knew because you accidentally said you had a crush on him. Not surprised, Seunghwan heavily supported you and Ricky. He would always secretly drop hints to Ricky such as, “You and Y/N look great together!” or “Aw, couple goals!” However, he’s not sure whether Ricky is picking up on his signals.

Woongki. Your saved contact for Ricky was questionable — “my ricky 🫶” Seriously? Do friends put each other’s contacts like that? You eventually told him because Woongki kept asking you to explain. Since then, he has always teased you by saying, “Oh, your Ricky is here!”

Seowon. When you told Woongki to not tell anyone, it was too late! On the phone, he unintentionally mentioned your crush to Seowon. As a result, he called you … and you chased after Woongki. It was astonishing that Seowon was unaware of your crush, let alone that you were crushing on Ricky, your best friend.

And Hanbin…well there’s no need to explain how he found out.

It just had to be those four to play this game with you and your crush.

“Ah, wait. Let me get us some snacks.” Hanbin interrupts the tense moment briefly — the only thing you were glad he did today.

The other three scattered to “find” things to get to leave you and Ricky alone for a bit. (but you didn’t know that.)

The two of you sat there silently, waiting for the others to start the game. Ricky managed to see you nervously picking at your fingertips. Tapping on your hand slightly, he was able to get your attention.

You hummed, ignoring your slightly reddened cheeks, and gradually stopped picking the skin off your fingers.

“Are you okay?” he mouths to you, just to get a quick nod from you.

“You sure? You only pick at your fingers when you’re nervous.” you smiled at him for remembering one of your habits. He should know, after all, you've known each other for at least two years. “Are you uncomfortable with playing this game? I can tell the others.”

“Oh no, I’m fine with this.” you lied — I mean, it’s just a childish game, right? Plus, you didn’t want to be seen as a coward to him. (although he would never see you like that). “Just randomly nervous, I guess.” another lie — you’re good at lying aren't you?

Ricky did have many questions, but to prevent you from getting even more overwhelmed, he sat there quietly. But, he never failed to take a glance or two at you.

The four slowly returned back, hands filled with snacks that could last for at least two weeks.

“Let’s start!”

The first few rounds were fine, with Hanbin being fearless, Seunghwan doing ridiculous things, and both Woongki and Seowon screaming their heads off. The sweets that had been collected began to vanish slowly.

You were chuckling quietly when you noticed Hanbin staring at you — you quickly stopped laughing because you knew what that stare meant.

It was finally your turn.

You exhaled deeply and attempted to ignore the twisting knot in your stomach. “Go ahead.”

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You considered your options briefly while deciding what to do.

Truth. Hanbin will almost certainly ask you if you like Ricky, which you will most likely refuse to respond at this time.

Dare. It appears to be a much safer option — after all, what could Hanbin possibly force you to do?

“…Dare.” you said, wanting to get this over with.

“Sit closer to Ricky.”

You gave him a little death glare while the others said “ooh” quietly. They were aware of Hanbin's actions and enthusiastically supported them. I mean, it wasn't as horrible as you expected.

As you scooted closer to Ricky, he couldn’t comprehend why the rest were smiling. Why are they laughing now that you and him have been this close before?

There were many reactions, but Ricky didn't seem bothered by your proximity to him. You, on the other hand, were most likely the same shade as the pink couch pillow. You were humiliated for no apparent reason – why were you driven to be this way now? This would undoubtedly make Ricky suspect something is up.

Ignoring your friends' gaze, you knew it was Ricky's turn.

You ignored your bad feeling and watched Hanbin ask precisely the same question he had asked you a few minutes ago.

Without hesitation, Ricky quickly said dare. You had no idea how he made such an easy decision — he was as calm and cool as always.

Seunghwan patted Hanbin on the shoulder as he was going to say something. Hanbin smiled as he murmured something into his ear.

"That's a much better idea than I had in mind!" He held his hands together, his attention returning back to Ricky and you.

Oh no. You just know this dare will be awful.

"Hold hands with Y/N until the end of this game." The words that came out of his mouth made your jaw drop. You needed to listen back to make sure he said it correctly.

You and Ricky don't hold hands very often, if at all.

Ricky reached for your hand before you could even deny the dare uncomfortably. You stared at him with slightly bigger eyes, unable to break free from his grip.

He lays your hand on top of his thigh after interlocking his hands with yours. His hands fit perfectly with yours, like his hand was the final piece of a completed puzzle. He looked and raised his brows at the others, again with the serene face (with the slight pink hue on his cheeks that you didn't catch).

"Are you happy?" the others ask, secretly squealing to each other as if they'd gotten you and him together.

You and Ricky both shrugged, pretending holding hands didn’t affect you two at all.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you stared at the rest slowly taking their time to answer the simple truth or dare questions.

They were clearly doing this on purpose — but you had nothing to complain about though. You just worried your palm would start becoming sweaty if you continued to hold onto his hands for at least another twenty minutes.

His thumb would frequently brush against yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. When you put your hand on his, he prefers to play with your fingers rather than stay still. This game became too much for you to handle.

Once again, the simple question went back to you. You hoped that saying the truth would be much better than picking a dare.

“Truth.” Seowon looked at you mischievously and fixed his posture.

“Do you like anyone in this room right now? Romantically, I mean.”

You froze.

What did you expect from your circle of friends? They wanted you to confess just as much as you wanted to let these feelings out.

It’s just a game. Just say yes and continue. You had to remind yourself — there are five people here, so Ricky has a one-in-five chance of guessing correctly.

“…Yes.” Ricky was taken aback, and his heart in his chest sprung slightly. He kept his face expressionless and collected himself. He couldn’t be too sure, right?

Woongki playfully asked if you had a crush on him, which elicited some laughter from you and the others.

Ricky was gently laughing, but he hoped that wasn't actually the case.

They raced to make Ricky pick a decision when they were satisfied with your response.

“Truth.” That surprised you because you expected him to keep saying dare. That's exactly what he did last year.

"Do you like Y/N?" they inquired emphatically.

You turned to look at him, attempting to read his expressions.

The abrupt question tightened his grip on your hand. It's unusual to view Ricky in this light – it was like seeing him for the first time.

But he wasn't the only one who was taken aback by this question; you were as well.

You felt a surge of feelings rush over you: anxiousness, happiness, and worry. You hoped you knew the answer to this question.

You're not sure whether you should be grateful for Seowon's direct question.

He did take a bit longer to answer this question, the anticipation was killing you. He opens his mouth slightly, making your twisted knot feeling in your stomach grow bigger. Why won’t he say something already?

Ricky finally responded, feeling the eyes from you and the rest.

"Well, I wouldn't be holding hands with Y/N if I didn't like them, right?" He turned to face you, hoping for the same reaction. Ricky feels more at ease when he sees you smiling.

The four's loud cheers flooded the living room, ruining this romantic moment. Ricky ended himself laughing in embarrassment, wishing he had confessed in a more private setting.

“You mean it?” You said to him over the ongoing cheers. He nodded, staring into your eyes with much love. He had been waiting to say this for ages, and he finally did.

Ricky had finally noticed the blush you had, which made him smile widely.

“You look so cute like that.”

“Oh, enough.”

Looking right back at them, you wore a shy grin on your face. “Well, are you guys satisfied?”

"Trust me, we're not satisfied!" Hanbin says, knowing he was serious. "Let's just ask you guys the questions—it's more fun." The others nod in agreement, eager to bombard you two with questions.

The nervous feeling you experienced at the start of the game began to diminish as you giggled slightly at the questions being asked. Instead, a warm, loving sensation arises in your stomach.

It wasn’t just you who felt that feeling, it was Ricky as well. “Oh, just kiss already!” Seunghwan says dramatically, slightly opening one eye to check if you'll actually do it.

You were staring at Ricky when you noticed him gulp, which made you giggle. "...Can you guys turn around? It’s kind of awkward, yknow…" Ricky was taken aback by your unexpected question – it's amazing how much can happen in only a few hours in this game. The others eagerly turned around, remaining silent to allow you and Ricky to have some "private" time.

Noticing how Ricky was caught off guard, you took your chance. Grabbing his chin softly, you pulled him closer to you.

As you went for a peck there, your lips felt the warmth of his cheek. The four screamed in excitement when they heard you kiss him. They appeared to be happier than you, as if they had received a kiss from their crush.

In your own little world, you stared at Ricky lovingly — you made him feel shy with your gaze.

“..So what are we?”

“Definitely more than friends.”

Your hands with his collided even tighter, both of you not wanting to let go. Resting your head on his shoulder, you both watched the others continue to create chaos.

…Just maybe this game isn’t bad or stupid at all.

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Hiiiiiii I have a prompt idea. A Loki X reader pre relationship

so my mind threw a random memory at me and I remembered a very cute scene from a play called Maine. The scene was called I fell. It was about a guy confessing his love for another guy and he did it by falling and then when his friend went to check on him he said I fell for you.

That being said

The reader has powers kinda like Wanda. Only difference, she can fly. If she uses to much power she can drain her energy and can pass out. Well during a mission with Thor and Loki, this happens and she falls from a very great height. Thor tries to catch her but can't make it in time. Luckily Loki is there to catch her (I can hear Thor shouting "LOKI LOKI LOKI CATCH HER!" And I can see Loki sprinting to catch her in time.) When the reader wakes up she sees Loki at her side. He says something like that was some fall. And she looks at him and says "I fell for you." Maybe Loki confesses his feelings for her to. I know it's cliche but I thought it would be a cute prompt. 💙💚💜🖤

The Pretty Follies

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"Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit."

A/N: Yes, it's a Shakespeare reference. Extra points if you guys can tell me the other two mentioned in the fic 😁. Also, I drew from the "Almost, Maine" play that @crimson25 mentioned in her request. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1840 Warnings: Fluff

You strapped your fingerless gloves on tight and rolled your shoulders. Sighing, you took one look at Thor and dared him to say something. Anything.

“He. Said. What?” He asked disbelievingly.

“He said, and I quote, ‘That I smell.’” You replied with an embarrassing look.

“Smell like sunshine? Smell like a fresh field of flowers?”

“I don’t know Thor.”

“Smell like nectar from freshly picked fruit from the gardens of Asgard? I don’t understand milady. How could he say such an atrocious thing to one such as yourself?” Thor asked puzzled.

You raised your shoulders and gave him a disbelieving look as the quinjet slowed down for its descent. You and Thor have been best friends since he came back to New Asgard. You were assigned as the liaison between the new town of Asgardian refugees and the existing town of Tønsberg. It was there that King Valkyrie had discovered you and your secret powers.

You were reckless and got caught going out one night, flying overhead, exhibiting telekinetic powers. In truth, it was the only way you could put yourself to sleep. There was so much power coursing through you and you needed an outlet. A way to expel your energy so you can tire yourself and go to sleep.

So when Thor came back around to help and check in on New Asgard, he offered to spar with you before bedtime. “Training,” he had called it. Little did you know that he was actually training you to fight along with the Avengers.

You were hesitant at first. You loved your life and your job. You liked knowing that there was a routine to everything. There was comfort, not in the mundane, but in the simplicity of it all. You did not need to be a hero. The only reason why you agreed was because of the god sitting next to you, Thor’s brother.

Loki leaned over the shared armrest as he unbuckled himself from the seat. He nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, inhaling your floral shampoo. Can a person heat up and freeze simultaneously? Because that’s exactly what you felt like. You blushed and froze in place when you felt his face so close to yours.

“Hmm.” A contented sigh left him and you used whatever power you had not to melt into a wet puddle right in the seat. “I have no idea what that simpleton was talking about brother,” Loki said. “She smells like the heavenly rose gardens of Elysium.” You turned meeting his mischievous eyes. “I mean honestly, I don’t think you should introduce her to any more of your associates. How can you call her your friend when you subject her to mind-numbing torture every week?” Loki continued as he stood from his seat and berated Thor.

“Ya, Thor! I thought we were besties!” you said crossing your arms, adding fuel to the fire. Loki was formidable on his own. But when the two of you joined forces and conspired against him, Thor couldn’t do anything. He was helpless.

You got up to follow Loki, taking some short knives that he handed you and securing them in your thigh holster.

“Now don’t you start with me! You’re the one that asked me to help you find a companion.” Thor said pointing an accusatory finger at you as he grabbed Stormbreaker. Loki took a sideways glance at you. The fact that you had asked Thor to help you find a suitor was news to him.

“Yes, I did. My mistake, apparently.” You whispered that last part to Loki, and he sniggered. “I thought it would be like in the movies, you know. Romantic meet-cutes. Grand gestures of love. The handsome love interest saving the damsel in distress.”

“You are hardly a damsel in distress, darling,” Loki said to you as the three of you walked down the gangplank of the jet.

“Thank you,” you grinned back to Loki. “But these men you picked out seem like they came from a horror movie, rather than a romantic comedy!” You accused Thor.

By now the three of you were already out of the jet and had instigated a fight with some of the fiendish-looking footmen. They saw the quinjet approach earlier and immediately sent a missile out for the three of you.

“Darling…” Loki said looking at you panicked.

“I’m on it.” You replied, using your telekinesis to deflect the missile, turning it back onto the monsters that launched it. Loki had been using his seidr to engulf the three of you in a protective bubble. While it worked for some of the lasers that were being shot your way, he didn’t think it could withstand the blow of a missile.

Giving up on long-range weapons, the beasts decided to go for hand-to-hand combat.

“Where are these atrocities from?” Loki asked.

“Some weird new terrorist group called Weapon X.” You explained. “Oh look, that one looks like my date from two weeks ago.” You said pointing to the one that Loki had stabbed to the side. Loki looked at the poor creature with a disgusted face. “Maybe it is my date from two weeks ago.” You said coming closer to the fallen body.

“I feel for you, pet.” Loki agreed, taking a deep breath.

“Can I get a hand here, please!” Thor grunted as he tried to push back on the flying bat-like creature that has pinned him to the ground. Both you and Loki stood clapping in his direction.

“Good job, brother,” Loki said. “Excellent work.”

“You can do it, Thor! Woo-hoo.” you concurred, still clapping.

“Not the hand I had in mind!” Thor grunted as he pushed the creature away making it fly with Stormbreaker still in its jaws. “You two! I swear you were made for each other!” Thor pointed, as he panted his way in between the two of you. You both stood there, giving each other the side eye as smiles formed on both your faces.

Thor called Stormbreaker back into his hands. Dragging the flying creature along with it. The bat screamed into the air calling forth other flying creatures from the horizon.

“Ok, little battery, just like we practiced,” Thor said to you. “Loki watch our backs.”

Loki fortified the protective barrier he encased you guys in. He watched as your powers lifted you into the air. Your arms spread apart like a vengeful goddess with wrath in her eyes. Thor had channeled a lightning bolt into you. You soaked it up like an empty receptacle waiting for a charge.

“Are you sure she’ll be ok, Thor?” Loki voiced his concern. He watched you in the air as your eyes glowed in the same fashion as Thor’s. Electricity humming in your veins.

“She’ll be fine. We’ve done this multiple times.” Thor smiled. Just then, a group of wild horrors decided to charge at both Thor and Loki, surprising them. Thor called forth an extra amount of lightning to damage the area around him. In doing so, the flow of lightning doubled inside you. More than what you were used to.

You brought your hands together in a quick clap. Looking for a way to dispel the energy. The sound resonated with a cackling current, sending it straight into the heart of the flying beasts that were headed your way. You could easily connect each and every flying monster with the line of electricity you were sending them. It looked like a glowing dandelion. One by one they fell to the ground. Their fur singed and their flesh burned.

As soon as the charge left you, nothing was holding you up anymore and you fell too. All your energy, depleted. You fainted from the sudden rush of oxygen leaving your body.

“Loki!” Thor yelled. Loki looked at Thor, who pointed into the sky. You were freefalling down into the earth. “Loki, Loki! Catch her!” Thor tried to determine where you would land and make his way there, but the gruesome beasts had targeted him as the threat and had pounced on him, keeping him captive where he stood.

Loki ran. He sprinted like the east wind to get to you. He jumped over the dead. Plunged his daggers into the attacking grunts. All the while keeping his eyes on your falling figure.

He was too slow. He couldn’t get there fast enough. With flourish and smoke, he jumped and transported himself mid-air, catching you. Then transported back down to the safety of the ground. You both landed a little ways away from the fight. Loki looked around to make sure you were both safe and in no immediate danger.

“Dearest. Wake up.” Loki cooed as he ran his fingers down your cheeks. Your eyes were rolled back as you lay there limp in his arms.

You woke up suddenly to a sharp intake of breath. You coughed as Loki sat you up and patted your back. He kept his arm around you, holding you close.

“What happened?” Your voice was raspy and dry. You leaned back into his arms, unable to hold the weight of your own body.

“You fell. Like a seraph cast out of heaven.”

“I fell, for you. Badum-tch” You giggled attempting weak finger-guns. Loki laughed.

“You must’ve knocked all the oxygen out of your brain.” He said carrying you up easily from the ground.

“Ya, let’s go with that.” You said snuggling into the crook of his neck. “Did we win?” You asked looking into his eyes.

Loki looked around towards Thor who was busy cleaving Stormbreaker from the last of the monstrosities. “Yes, dearest. We won.” He murmured as he walked you over towards the awaiting quinjet.

You sighed. You were tired and zapped of your energy and faculties. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore. You could feel Loki’s strong heartbeat through the pulse on his neck and it lulled you to sleep. You took a deep breath and smelled him. Remnants of his cologne mixed with the sweat of the battle. “Hmmm,” your lips murmured into his neck. Making Loki freeze and burn at the same time. “Good night, sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

“Are you quoting Shakespeare to me now, darling?” he asked, but it was too late. Your eyes were already closed. Your body had retreated into slumber, charging itself up. Loki placed his lips delicately near your ear and said, “Hear my soul speak, of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service.” He confessed to your sleeping form.

Loki held you the whole flight home as you slept peacefully in his arms. Thor took one look at you both and chuckled.

“Why did you set her up with all those horrible dates, brother?” Loki asked. And why wasn’t I included on this list?

“To make both of you realize what everyone’s known all along,” Thor remarked.

“Everyone? And what does everyone know that we don’t?”

“That you’re both idiots. Idiots in love.”

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[samstree]

for the cliche tropes, 27. Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second with geraskier, if you please <3

Thank you for the prompt! 🌼 Sorry it’s quite late but please enjoy this tiny piece of pining on this fine Friday.

(1.3k, geraskier, slow dancing, drunk jaskier, protective geralt, no warnings.)

“Oh, Geralt! Fancy seeing you here!” Jaskier exclaims, as if they didn’t come to the banquet together.

The bard reaches Geralt’s table and sweeps away his ale in one swift motion before chugging it all down. When he finally puts down the tankard, Geralt finds himself the recipient of the bard’s most charming and yet most performative smile.

Jaskier is nervous.

“Phew!” His hands flail dramatically. “Fine evening, isn’t it?”

Geralt hums, waiting for the catch.

“Let’s dance!”

Without getting a reply, Jaskier is already dragging Geralt up from his seat. With all the wine and ale in his system, Jaskier’s hold is not strong enough to manhandle a bulky witcher, but they end up at the edge of the dance floor anyway.

Jaskier’s warm palms rest flush against Geralt’s waist, and their faces are only a hand’s breadth away. Geralt can feel the heat on the bard’s flushed cheeks and hear the pounding of his heart in the din of the room. They sway to the gentle music.

It’s…close, too close. Geralt needs a distraction.

“What’s the catch, Jask?”

The bard scoffs, almost offended. “Do I require a reason to dance with you? Or am I not allowed to just enjoy quality time with my favorite witcher?”

Geralt simply lifts an eyebrow.

“All right. You are too smart for your own good.” Jaskier chews on his lips, again, nervously. “There is this one gentleman, who may have been too eager for my…company, despite my explaining of the situation.”

“Which is?”

“That I’m in love and thus unavailable?” Jaskier says as if it’s obvious. Geralt frowns with worry.

“Still?” the witcher asks quizzically. “Valdo left nearly a year ago, Jaskier. It isn’t healthy.”

That is the wrong thing to say because Jaskier flinches at the name. Hurt flashes across those cornflower blue eyes, and Jaskier looks too dejected, too similar to how Geralt found him at his worst, in pain and alone and roaring drunk. He never wants to see Jaskier like that again.

“Well, no matter,” Jaskier chuckles tightly. “It’s not like the guy took the hint and left me alone, so I had to improvise. Now, before you give me another lecture or something, you need to know that I had no choice but to—”

“What did you do?” Geralt lets the music and the crowd lead the two of them around the dance floor, careful not to bump into another couple.

The bard regains his balance, looking contrite.

“I may have implied that, um, the person I’m in love with is here tonight.” He pauses before continuing reluctantly. “Or I may have said plainly that he is…a certain witcher.”

“Jaskier…”

“I know. I know! But he was relentless and I couldn’t get away!” he pleads.

“Hmm.”

Geralt’s hands tighten on Jaskier’s shoulders protectively. The bard is too drunk to even keep up with the dance, let alone fight off some unwanted pursuer. In truth, he’s only relieved that he is here with Jaskier, even though the lie is hitting a bit too close to home.

Holding Jaskier like this, swaying with him gently, is once again reminding Geralt of what he isn’t allowed to dream. He no longer dares these days. Not when he’s the one pushing Jaskier away time and time again, not when he’s the one who let Jaskier slip through his fingers and end up with Valdo, not when he’s the one who inadvertently caused Jaskier’s broken heart.

“Oh fuck.” Jaskier hisses, his body tensing. “He’s coming towards us. Okay, act natural! Wait, what is natural if we were together? Oh…um… Just roll with me, will you?”

Before Geralt can reply, Jaskier’s mouth is on his. The kiss is as chaste as it can be—Jaskier is only pecking at his lips gently, never pushing in. Geralt only remembers to close his eyes after a moment, and forces himself to respond as such. To keep up the front, he tells himself, lest the guy is watching.

And he is. Deliberate footsteps are circling the dance floor, not far from them. Geralt concentrate on identifying the man’s heartbeat and his movement—

Jaskier sucks on his lower lip once, twice, before letting go. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, his body still taut like a statue.

“Is he gone?”

Warm breaths ghost over the skin of Geralt’s neck and he struggles to open his eyes. The man is not gone. In fact, he’s observing them intently, just shy of stepping into the dance floor himself. Through the moving crowd, Geralt can make out his golden hair and slim shoulders, almost a spitting image of one Valdo Marx, only a little taller.

Geralt hates this man immediately.

Perhaps it’s those too piercing eyes, or the way his presence is making Jaskier nervous like this, or just the look of him. Geralt narrows his eyes dangerously.

“He is not,” Geralt says into Jaskier’s ear, mimicking a lover’s murmur, all the while not breaking eye contact. He’s heard so many times how his yellow eyes are monstrous, and Geralt is thankful for once. It takes some balls to not cower under a witcher’s glare, one that projects predator from afar. This one crumbles within seconds.

With a triumphant smirk, Geralt moves one hand up to cup the nape of Jaskier’s neck, the other one still pressed between his shoulder blades. He’s laying claim. Hopefully, the light can catch a glint of his fangs, but either way, the man is soon running off, tail between his legs.

“Now he’s gone,” Geralt’s voice comes out deeper and rougher. He clears his throat. “Should be out of the gate by this point.”

They are standing impossibly close. The anxious rise and fall of Jaskier’s chest slow to normal and they separate. Geralt misses the contact. He now has a harder time keeping Jaskier steady on his feet. Yes, that’s the sole reason to miss holding Jaskier.

“I—” Jaskier’s gaze is still fixed somewhere far away behind Geralt’s shoulder, oblivious of how reluctantly the witcher is retracting his hands. “Sorry I did that.”

“Hmm. It worked.”

The bard lets out a dry laugh. “Thank the fuck you are here. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“You can take care of yourself.”

Geralt only has one hand at Jaskier’s elbow, holding onto him with a featherlight touch. The music has come to an end and the quiet intimacy dissipates.

“Can I?” Jaskier says half-mockingly. “One look at that guy and I could barely breathe, Geralt, and he doesn’t even look that much like Val—him.”

Jaskier bites his lips in contrite, his eyes dimmed. Geralt dips his head to meet Jaskier’s gaze, the ocean blue so lost.

“Hey. I’ll be here if you need me,” he adds way too quickly, almost spluttering. “—to get rid of unwanted attention, that is.”

Jaskier doesn’t seem to notice the awkwardness. Instead, a soft smile stretches across his face. Wordlessly, the bard leans forward to place a small kiss on Geralt’s cheek.

Geralt has to hide the gasp, his eyes wide. He doesn’t know why he’s more affected this time. Is it because it’s real? A voice at the back of his head asks. The last time—even with Jaskier’s lips all over him—was only a show, but this one is full of Jaskier’s heart.

“You are sweet.” Jaskier wipes at the spot with a thumb. “What would I do without you, my friend?”

“Hmm.”

Friend. It’s one little word that Geralt has rejected time and time again, and just when he begins to want for more, he finds himself trapped in the very same word. The irony would be laughable if Geralt is not missing the warmth of Jaskier against him so much.

How the turntables.

Geralt lets Jaskier retreat into the crowd, and if he turns to smell the lingering scent of Jaskier on his shoulder, nobody needs to know.

[podiumackles]

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hi! here is my prompt list. you can either use these to request your story, or you can submit your own storyline. remember to add your requested driver and the corresponding letter and number of the prompt.

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lando norris | george russell | max verstappen | sebastian vettel | daniel ricciardo | charles leclerc | pierre gasly | carlos sainz jr.

disclaimer: for sebastian vettel, i only write fluff and angst.

fluff prompts (F)

"i feel so sick, please give me cuddles"

"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

"darling, you're staring. again."

"kill the damn spider!" "listen, i think now is the right time to tell you i am absolutely terrified."

"can i kiss you?"

"i hate you." "no, you don't."

"mate, that's my sister!"

"your presence is disturbing me. please shut up." "come here and make me."

"hang on, are you blushing?"

"hey honey, im streaming. want to come and say hello?"

"i am so punching you in the face if you don't stop." "id rather have you kissing me."

"did you just ask me out?"

"is that a baby bump or have you been eating a snack child?" "shut the fuck up, he doesn't know yet!"

"is this what you call flirting?" "you fell for it the first time, though."

"what do you want to do today?" "i just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you."

"i am sorry for waking you like a child, but i believe i just had a nightmare."

"do you want to come with me to the next race? i am sure the paddock will love you."

"please play guitar for me."

"did we really just kiss on my porch in the pouring rain?" "yeah, we are so cliche."

"did you just say you like me?"

"you really love her, don't you?"

"stay with me tonight."

"truth is, you make me a better person. and i'm sure everyone loves you for that."

"honey, i think i'm pregnant."

"did you just call this a date?"

"good god! you're in love with her!"

"you are the worst with children." "i wouldn't be if they were ours."

"are you even listening?" "sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me."

"should i start paying rent for how much i am in your head?"

"see you soon, i can't wait to kiss you again."

"don't worry, i kiss way better than i talk" "is that an invitation?"

"why are you such an ass?" "because i fucking love you!"

"can't you see im busy?" "i can, but you look too cute to ignore."

"did you just throw that at me?"

"as much as i love listening to your native language, you know i can't understand shit."

"i believe ive just gotten my period." "is there anything i can do for you?"

angst prompts (A)

"i am afraid of having the power to hold someone's heart and being trusted not to drop it."

"i'm not going to beg you to stay." "but what if i want you to so desperately?"

"please don't say you love me."

"i can't imagine a world with you gone."

"it's hard to believe but everything will be okay. i promise." "no, that is not a promise you can make."

"i guess we just weren't meant to be. not in this life."

"honestly? i am so fucking tired of being your secret."

"please, give me one more chance." "no. you have run out."

"i really never meant for me to hurt you." "but you did."

"i truly don't care, i'm done. get out."

"listen, i know i messed up, but i am unable to continue without you."

"i thought you loved me." "i did."

"what do we call this? what is this going on between us?"

"the choice is simple. either love me and pick me, or let me go. im not doing this anymore."

"then tell me, why the hell did you leave?"

"don't you see i'm fucking trying not to fall apart?"

"i can't. i don't want to get hurt again."

"i can't lose you." "but i am already gone."

"i'm not leaving, end of story." "yes, yes you are."

"don’t you dare fucking walk away from me! i am talking to you!" "and i'm done listening to you."

"you tricked me into loving you and left when you realised you couldn't handle the commitment."

"can i ask, what the hell have i ever done that you hate me this much?"

"it will be okay." "no, it will never be okay. was there ever a moment where i was enough for you?"

"please stop. you're scaring me."

"what is your fucking problem?" "the problem is that i think i'm in love with you, and i am absolutely terrified!"

"why do you always do this?" "it's easier to shut everyone out. nothing personal. just say i'm the problem and go."

"get those three words out of your dirty mouth. they are way too meaningful to be spoken out when you don't mean it."

"what the hell happened to us?"

"look me in the eyes and say that again."

"was there ever a moment your heart properly loved me?" "there was. until i broke it in the process."

smut prompts (S)

"i know it's the wrong thing to do, but i kinda want to."

"if he knew what i thought about you it would break his heart."

"show me what you think, darling."

"i truly wish i would able to control myself myself when i'm around you." "don't."

"is this distracting?" "well what do you expect?"

"i am so bored." "i might have an idea."

"no, we are definitely not having sex right now!" "yes, we are."

"darling, you need to tell me what you want."

"do you need some help with that?"

"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

"you are mine." "wait, are you fucking jealous?"

"do you like what you see, sweetheart?"

"didn't i tell you to stay still?"

"please just shut up and fuck me now."

"mind if i join you?"

"honey, do not give me that look. you know what it does to me."

"be a good girl and spread those legs."

"please, don't stop." "oh honey, i don't intend to."

"we are not sleeping tonight. be prepared."

"listen, it's not my fault you keep turning me on. you just have that effect."

"i want you to ride my thigh."

"i want to see you come undone. can you do that for me?"

"call me that one more time and you'll see the consequences."

"if you take another step, i cannot be held responsible for my actions that might follow."

"honey, i really don't care how good it feels. you better not cum until you're allowed to."

"just shut up and take your clothes off."

"did you give me a fucking hickey?"

"i kinda hate you, you know?" "ive been told. and that makes this even better."

"you want a quickie?" "what, now?"

"i thought you'd properly hate fuck me against the wall."

"ooh! so you have a breeding kink!" "do not fucking speak about this."

"wait, you seriously want him to join us?"

"you're seriously considering going back to your friends like that? you look like a mess, darling."

"tell me, have you just been touching yourself to the thought of me?"

"your pretty sounds are like music to my ears and i could listen to them all day."

"no wait! my parents are home."

"i want you to ride my thigh."

"alright, what do i get if i win?"

"i can’t believe we’re doing this. again." "i guess we're both each other's worst addiction."

"honey, please let me take your stress away."

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with that said, kflixnet presents our first event: a dialogue prompt event!

the rules are really simple.

- below the cut are 30 fluff prompts and 30 angst prompts for you to choose from. feel free to use as many as you want, but make sure that at least one (1) prompt is in your fic. - there is no word count limit! write as much or as little as you’d like! - you do not have to be a member to participate in the event. however, we do encourage you to apply if you’d like to take part in further such events in the future! - reblog this post to help spread the word to other interested writers! - the deadline to get your fics out is 21 january, 2022. - tag the network in your fic, and make sure to mention the event and which prompt(s) you chose in the a/n. - lastly, make sure the fic(s) comply with our rules and guidelines.

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Fluff Prompt List:

“Isn’t that my hoodie? Well, it looks good on you.”

“Will you be mine, forever?”

“It’s you - it always has been, and it always will be.”

“Are you wearing my socks?” “Yeah, they’re warmer than mine.”

“Truth or dare?” “Neither.”

“I love your voice, you know that?”

“Are you sleeping?” “I’m trying to.”

“I bet if I kissed you right now, your lips would taste like candy.”

“Sing for me, darling.”

“You’ll always be special to me, I promise.”

“Let’s dance in the rain!” “Cliche, much?”

“Hey, look! Mistletoe.” “Nope, I’m not kissing you.”

“If you could have one thing in the entire world, what would it be?” “You.”

“I like you. You like me. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, don’t you think?”

“I have butterflies in my stomach and they aren’t even here.”

“Do you even know how to cook?” “Nope.” “Just try not to burn down the kitchen.”

“Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.”

“Are you going to kiss me now?” “Only if you want me to.”

“You’re special. Especially to me.”

“Are you jealous?” “No.” “Am I supposed to believe you?”

“Do I distract you?” “In the best way possible.”

“Can you hold my hand?”

“I’m glad you’re here, with me.”

“Have I kissed you today?” “You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?”

“What did you dream of?” “Our wedding.”

“I want a hug.” “Ask, and you shall receive.”

“I want a grilled cheese sandwich, please.” “Sure, but it costs one kiss.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” “Yeah, just like you.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Stop staring at me!” “Why? I’ve got a beautiful view.”

Angst Prompt List:

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Just… stay away from me. Please.”

“Maybe you should try taking a leap of faith.”

“Why would you say that to me?”

“I could never leave you alone.” “Then why are you doing just that?”

“Why do we even need other people? We’ve got each other.”

“I love you.” “Don’t lie to yourself.”

“Are you willing to take that choice?”

“Sometimes letting go is the best thing anyone can ever do.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Aren’t you afraid of growing tired of me?” “I could never.”

“I’m so, so scared that this is all a lie.”

“You can’t just walk into someone’s life, make them feel special, and then leave.”

“We should take a break.”

“Who cares?” “Me!”

“You’re never second to me. You’re always first.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“I’m trying, but it’s just so hard.”

“What we had was magical. It’s not anymore.”

“I just want to be loved.”

“Did you even care about me?”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Please tell me this is all just a big, messed-up prank.”

“My intention was never to hurt you.”

“Things just… went downhill.”

“I think this is good for both of us. Gives us time to think.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.” “I… can’t.”

“I’ll always love you, but… maybe we weren’t meant to last.”

“Saying sorry doesn’t undo what you did.”

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