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older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?

18+ mdni!

c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, older!rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta & being v suggestive, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation & use of daddy

wc: 2k

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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  

Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.  

However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts. 

When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.  

In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a note.  

Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.  

“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless.

Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting. 

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.  

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you something,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites. 

“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment. 

“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end. 

“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.  

“That I was mad at you?”  

She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes. 

He lets out a sigh. 

“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought something happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.  

“I know, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”  

“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”  

“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval. 

“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.  

She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her.

Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.  

“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table. 

“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and…I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.  

“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anything with me. Let daddy do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.  

Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.  

Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.  

“Shit, this is amazing,” he praises around the mouthful.  

She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.  

“Did you eat yet?” 

“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible.

He stops chewing.  

“Waiting for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.  

She looks up at him, puzzled.  

“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.  

“Good, right?” 

She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.  

“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.  

However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.  

“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.  

She swallows.  

“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.

Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.   

He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.   

She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again. 

Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.

“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home. 

“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact. 

“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.

“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.  

“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.  

There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response. 

Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.  

“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.

“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ’n slow last night but you never came home.”  

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.  

“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blows on her sensitive cunt.  

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface. 

“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping. 

After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.

Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance.

“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.

However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.   

“Nah, you’re good. You forgot daddy does the thinking for you now, hm? And he wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.

“I don’t know if I can—” 

“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.

“No, I do, I do…”  

“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic…

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INTERVIEW 030. KICK-ASS murdrtober 2024 remnants. sex machines

Really, you and Kick-Ass should have a handler. Maybe that would keep the two of you from getting into irresponsible, and frankly, odd, situations. Such as this one. 1k+ words MDNI 18+

God, this is so irresponsible. The two of you are irresponsible. 

You originally offered to team up with Kick Ass to watch each other’s backs and hold each other accountable. A team, albeit a small one, nothing comparable to Justice Forever.

No other superhero is as active as the two of you, and being alone was never a good look, especially for you. So you needed someone with you, someone strong and recognizable. Someone who sent a message to anyone who even had the idea to threaten you. 

Who better than Kick Ass? Plus, you thought he was reliable. Save for the brief stretch where everyone assumed he abandoned his patrols, Kick Ass had been a steady figure in the community, always there to help whoever needed it. In the idea you conjured up of him, he would be that sort of figure in private, too. Someone who would keep you from dicking around as soon as there was a lull on the streets. 

Someone who would keep your head straight on your shoulders. 

Unfortunately, Kick Ass seemed to be as much of a dumbass as you—possibly even more. 

“I mean … when else are you gonna have the opportunity to use something like this.”

And Kick Ass does have a point. The two of you already got what you came here for—a tiny harddrive tucked in your top that you know to have intel about the latest crime boss to terrorize your neighborhood. The penthouse is empty otherwise, and the owner shouldn’t be back for a while, considering she's serving time and all. 

You and Kick Ass have the place all to yourselves, but that shouldn’t matter. You should be leaving the way you came out, but as Kick Ass claims: where’s the fun in that?

“What’s it feel like?” 

You swallow a moan before attempting to respond, and even when you do, you speak methodically, trying to ward off the way your voice threatens to wobble. 

“It feels like I’m being fucked by a machine.”

Kick Ass scoffs. You watch him put his hands on his hips, the muscles in his back flexing. Has his suit shrunk in the wash, or is he just getting buffer by the day? Knowing Kick Ass, it could truly be either. His head turns to the side as if he’s about to turn around,  but he stops at the last minute, likely remembering that the one thing you had asked of him was to not look. 

“Well that’s not very descriptive.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to—” Whatever snarky comeback you were going to throw at him embarrassingly dies before it can be completely born. You can’t help but let out this moan, and to make matters worse, it’s loud. 

Louder than the mechanical whirring of the machine working. Louder than the squelch of your cunt sucking up the silicone dildo attached at the end of the mechanism. 

You think you see Kick Ass physically shudder, but you can’t tell when you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. 

“Is it …” Kick Ass hesitates. He clears his throat and tries again. “Is it better than … you know … a guy?” 

You don’t say anything for a minute, too busy trying to balance focusing on the pleasure and attempting to figure out where to go from here. Eventually, you simply say, “Kick Ass?”

When he says, “Yeah,” his voice cracks, but neither of you acknowledge it. 

“You can turn around.”

You expected him to question your change of heart. Maybe ask if you were sure. But he doesn’t. He just turns around, the heavy thud of his Timberlands knocking against the hardwood floors one after the other. 

You watch his light eyes settle on your face at first, and then slowly crawl down until he’s watching the faux-cock slip in and out of you. His lips part, a voiceless word slipping past them and out into the air. 

You don’t have to tell him to come closer, he does that completely on his own. He kneels beside you, attentive eyes flickering back and forth between your spread legs and your eyes with a slight squint that leads you to believe he might need glasses.

Whatever barrier that existed between the two of you before has been completely broken down. You’ll never come back from this, so you might as well feed into it. 

When you tell him to kiss you, he doesn’t hesitate. His gloved hands hold your face in place as he practically assaults his mouth with his. It’s sloppy, uncoordinated, and so hot. You’re feeding him moans and he quickly swallows them. You’re sliding your tongue and tongue, mimicking the action of licking ice cream. At one point, you suck Kick Ass’ tongue into your mouth, and he whimpers like a girl. You think he might wet like one, too. 

Only one way to find out. 

When you pull away, unattractively heaving in breaths of air, you ask him, “Do you wanna fuck me instead? Help me see which is better?”

The pressure is definitely on for him, but he’s so eager with the way he slips his suit and Timberland’s off that you don’t think this could go wrong. And you’re so, so right. 

Kick Ass’ eagerness is as useful as it is attractive. You expected his thrusts to be strong and jack hammering, and for a second it is, until you tell him to slow down and then he has passion behind it. Grinding his cock into you, sending all of his length deeper and deeper and gliding his girth along the ridges of your walls. It’s so much better than the unforgiving pace of the machine, and you make sure he knows, too. 

Scratching his back, threading your fingers into the curls you’d never seen before today, wrapping your ankles around his back and pulling him as deep as you can get him. You don’t know what you expected, but he certainly exceeds your expectations. 

He does wet like a girl, too.

And he’s loud. So vocal as he sings praises about how good your cunt feels (your pussy, as he calls it), how thankful he is that you’re letting him do this, how he’s thought of this ever since the two of you teamed up for the first time.

“I know, Kick-Ass,” you tell him, minutely nodding as you dig your fingernails into the cushion beneath you. “I know. Me too.”

“Dave,” he corrects.

You tell him your name, and then not even a second later you’re moaning his name. He slumps forward, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. His hand comes to the top of your head, holding you to him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“You close?”

You nod, your nose brushing against his shoulder as your breathing increases. “I’m so close, Dave.”

“Yeah? You gonna come?” Dave asks, and you can hear the smile when he says it.

You hit him, because you just said that, but all of the strength in your body is focused on getting you there so it’s nothing more than a weak punch that actually makes him laugh.

“Prove it to me,” he taunts, the competitive side to him that you're so used to coming out. “C’mon. Show me.”

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SURPRISE! ✮⋆

pairing; sarah cameron x bi!reader

summary; whilst you adore your relationship with sarah, and you wouldn’t trade it in for the world, there is one thing that you miss about men.. dick. luckily for you, your girlfriend is innovative, and she comes up with the perfect solution to get you that dick, without having to deal with any testosterone whatsoever 

content; strap

authors note; im loving writing for sarah recently! this was requested by anon a couple of weeks ago

“are you nearly done?” you call to your girlfriend who is in the bathroom preparing some sort of surprise. 

she calls back, “one second…” her voice drips with concentration, “this surprise is… hard to get on.” 

you have no idea what it is, only that it’s something sexual supposedly. given that sarah had told you to wear some nice underwear, strip all your other clothes and wait for her on the bed. 

after a minute of happy suspense the bathroom door clicks and you sit up in anticipation to finally see what the surprise is.

she steps out, a big grin on her face as she poses with jazz hands up. you see it immediately, a strap on, she’s wearing a strap on, and nothing but a strap on. it’s pink and glittery, matching the essence of the rest of your bedroom. you can’t help but giggle. 

“oh my god,” your eyebrows raise and you smile. you know why she did this. over the past few weeks you’d been openly craving dick. an urge that sarah had been so sad not to satisfy.

“ta daa!” she grins, walking up to the bed, “what do you think? I think it suits me.” when she reaches you she poses again, hands on her hips. the sudden movement makes the toy wobble like jelly, which is just downright funny. 

“it definitely suits you.” you giggle, getting up on your knees so that your faces can be level, “I think we should take it for a spin.” you smile, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

she nods, “oh yeah, i think so too. totally. you know why don’t we just—” she cuts herself off when she takes your hips and purposefully falls with you onto the bed, landing on top of you. 

you move up with her, adjusting yourself to lay with your head on the pillow whilst her hands run down your body. 

“you dressed up,” she remarks, snapping the waistband of your panties playfully before pulling them down. 

“you told me to,” you remark back. you arch your back when her two fingers come into contact with your clit and rub a gentle spiral. 

sarah grins down at you, “I had to read up on this, y'know.. so.. apparently I’m supposed to get you wet, and then use that.. kinda like lube.. think you can get wet for me?” 

you nod, “think I can, if I try real hard.” you giggle again and she nods along with you, continuing to rub your bundle of nerves with skill. 

“yeah. I think you can too.” she leans down to peck you on the nose affectionately. she slips two more fingers into you whilst the other two keep rubbing you. it doesn’t take long to get you plenty lubricated. 

she pushes herself up, “okay.. let’s give this a shot.” she sticks her tongue out just a little bit in concentration, you think it’s so cute when she does that. 

slowly but surely she lines it up and then pushes into you. you gasp, the stretch is quite big, considering you haven’t actually been penetrated like this in god knows how long. you appreciate it though, despite the small amount of pain, this is exactly what you’d been craving.

“oh,” you moan immediately, hands coming up to wrap around her shoulders. your hips move up and you throw your head back. 

“wow.” she chuckles, “I’m not even moving yet.. good to know it’s not a tough crowd.” and with that comment she does start to move. 

it’s a bit slow and shaky at first as she gets used to operating the new appendage, but it gets better quickly and soon you’re wondering why you ever dated men in the first place if the substitute is this good. 

“d’you like it?” she asks you, looking down hopefully, “am I doing it right?” she tilts her head. her speech is huffy, she’s a little out of breath. 

“yeah,” you whimper, “doing it so right— god!” you cry out as she hits your g spot. 

she giggles, “just me.” that’s her favourite joke, like ever. you find it so unfunny but right now you absolutely are not going to complain, she’s making you feel so good. 

she keeps going, she’s a natural at this, you could easily forget that this isn’t a real dick. if she had a real dick, she’d be good at it. 

your legs come up to wrap around her middle as you get closer to a climax, the new position only pushes her to improve and within seconds she’s hitting that spot with every single thrust. 

you cry and moan and practically scream as your orgasm finally crashes over you and it is a good one. you squirm and writhe, hips bucking to meet hers. 

she stays in you for a minute, letting you ride out the blissful feeling. once you’re all done you fall back and then your eyes snap open. 

“you didn’t pull out!” you panic slightly, looking up at her, and then it dawns on you. 

“yeah,” she chuckles, pulling away from you, “silicone can’t get you pregnant baby. don’t you worry.” 

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★ observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruby with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kacey talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh

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rafe’s fluoride stare is one of my favourite things about him. i am so desperate to know what goes on behind the veil.. let me in pls i can’t help u but i still need to know.

he’s usually so brutish but when this happens it’s like his soul retreats entirely, truly all the life leaves him.

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carmy who tells you to “knock that shit off” when you call him daddy… carmy who tells you he’s “not fuckin’ playing” when it falls off of your lips once more while he’s fucking you stupid…

as always— the anger subsides because it’s in his nature to be hot and cold. you’re hanging off of his cock while the blunt head bullies your cervix the pleasure subdues the ache in your cunt. a thick tattooed hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping your head turned to the side and your cheek smushed against the cool countertop. a string of drool hangs off of your kiss swollen lips, brought on by the lewd sounds that numb your mind further and further until he’s all you can feel and fathom.

your hips knock into the edge of the granite, as his own smack against the plush curve of your ass— you know you’ll be sore in the following hours but you don’t give a fuck when he leans in real close, voice rough and gravelly while his lips move against the heated shell of your ear, making you whimper— “is this what you needed? y’needed daddy to fuck you like the filthy fuckin’ brat you are? maybe you’ll finally listen after this, huh?”

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“s’alright, i’ve got it,” is like insanely hotter when it’s things that are mundane.

like opening a ridiculously tight jar of pickles that you’ve been struggling with, or trying to find the end of the tape for you cuz you swear you can’t feel the damn thing, or bending down to pick up something you’ve dropped, or taking over the dicing of onions cuz you’re starting to tear-up, or reaching over to pass you the remote control when it’s too far from your grasp, or fluffing up the throw blanket over you just at the sight of the slightest tremor, or shaking your wet umbrella for you while you dig through your pockets for the keys.

like, they’re things that you can do. things that he knows you can do, but he just– he loves taking care of you.

and it’s not like he’s even doing this consciously. it was something like second nature to him – taking over when things have become even the slightest of inconvenience for you.

hell, you didn’t even know it was a thing until your friend pointed it out—

“john’s really nurturing, ain’t he?”

the words were not made with ill intent nor were they judgy, and were rather just honest with open curiosity like it was unexpected; like this familiarity of john taking over and you folding yourself into him was…

unusual.

all you could do was nod, your mind racing at all instances and finding it in you that you love him like that. so attentive. so ready to help and to be of service and to spoil, no matter how banal.

god. how could you have ever been so lucky, huh?

(or or: older man john price with daddy issues but through your eyes.)

[tinythebunni]

princess!reader ────୨ৎ──── the people's princess

one of the sweetest girls you'll ever meet. she's been acting since she was 9, starting with small commercial gigs, moving onto disney shows, and even eventually landing her first role in an A24 movie; playing halley in "the florida project". and finally getting her big break in one of the newest romance movies; "we live in time." for her role as almut alongside with her love interest tobias, played by drew starkey.

she comes from very humble beginnings, which has really helped her be grateful for all the loved she's received on her projects! she lives in LA, but rarely stays there due to having to constantly go back to her hometown to help her grandparents out, who raised her.

princess!reader is more on the introverted side. she's more of a listener and observer but can talk your ear off when she's comfortable with you. she’s got a close knit group of friends who has stuck by her side through good and bad times. her shyness shouldn't fool you though, she'll always take an opportunity to stand up for herself or others she thinks deserve justice.

princess!reader who often finds herself taking on roles that are the exact opposite of herself. she loves a good challenge! when getting into character she’ll make playlists, visits places she thinks her character would visit, reads books her character would read, and try her best to surround herself with people her character would act like.

princess!reader who always puts her work first! she's not in it for the fame, power, or money. she's in it because she loves it and couldn't see herself doing anything else. the fame kind of overwhelms her but she does her best to show up and out for her fans! she promised herself she wouldn’t fall for one of her costars, but ultimately broke that promise after meeting drew starkey.

[tinythebunni]

tears [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeks—nothing was more important than her. and he’d fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.

warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe

rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his father’s office—which was now his—pacing the room.

“hey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.” he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.

“somebody always fuckin’ needs something.” his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. “goddamn. probably fuckin’ sarah and her stupid—“

his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. “rafe..” she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.

“hey, hey, baby.” he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. “what’s wrong, c’mere.”

his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.

he whispers shh’s, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.

“hey, baby, what happened? talk to me.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“i-i-“ she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.

“hey, hey, no. don’t do that. c’mon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.”

she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafe’s, slowly calming down.

“there ya go. atta’ girl. good job. breathe.” he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.

“now, gonna tell me what’s got your pretty little head so worried, hm?” he coos, his head tilting slightly. “what’s bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?” he jokes with a grin. but to be honest—he probably wasn’t joking.

she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. “my uterus.” she whines. “i’m on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.” she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. “and i’m hungry. and you weren’t answering, i know you’re busy. but i just really needed to see you, i’m sorry—“

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he nods softly. “i’m here, it’s alright. i’m not busy, doesn’t matter.” he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “what do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.” he whispers sweetly. “i can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?”

he was willing to do anything, he didn’t care. when his baby cried, he’d move mountains to make her feel better. he’d go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.

she nods against his chest, looking up at him. “yeah.. the heating pad. and—and can you make me a grilled cheese? you make em’ so good.” she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.

he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. “yeah, baby, of course. i don’t know if they’re that good. everytime i make them, you’re usually drunk and it’s three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.” he jokes.

she shoves his chest playfully. “i don’t care, you can’t fuck up a grilled cheese. please?”

he grins. “yeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?” he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.

she shakes her head. “just you.”

he smiles. “okay.” he kisses her forehead. “i’ll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.” he stands, making sure she’s laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.

he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. “put on whatever you want. i’ll be back, promise.”

he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. “hey, gotta go. somethin’ came up. i’ll give you a call later.” he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.

nothing came before his girl.

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when the older man is the one with daddy issues so he's nurturing and careful and indulgent, but he's also so teasing when he's taking you apart. how he draws out the pleasure until you're crying, splintering at the edges, your words coming out in weak babbles. until you're pawing at him, begging for anything - your orgasm, a kiss, him to engulf you in his warm embrace.

but also thinking about how he loves to feed you; cooking up healthy and delicious meals, while you're over there in the living room busying yourself because last time you helped him, the two of you got distracted and forgot that there were potatoes in the oven.

or how he just loves buying you clothes; from shirts and sweaters to pants and skirts, to toques and scarves, down to the things you didn't even know you needed like an extra pair of gloves or stockings cuz you've torn the other one, remember?

and how he starts looking for a bigger house, somewhere with a bigger lot and a wider garage, and more rooms cuz you mentioned that you wanted your own office; that your back is starting to hurt from working in the dining room, with those old but lovingly worn out seats. and this one that he found has a bigger kitchen, with an island and tall, tall windows, and a place for a chandelier.

yeah, he's already imagining cooking for you here while you watch him from the island. this way, you're closer to him; easier for him to reach for a kiss.

and just also thinking about how he always picks you up from work; he's never late and sometimes, he'd even be too early. it's not even like he works odd hours because he should be finishing up at the same time that you do, but he rather bring his work to home - wrap up while you're already in bed, snoozing, not knowing that he crawled back out of it after he's cuddled you to sleep - than not pick you up at all. he loves the drive, anyway, and he's a senior at his position so he's got room for flexibility.

it's just, he is so greedy of every chance he can get to be with you. to be of service for you.

thinking about all of this knowing this is so john price :(

[tinythebunni]

SUGARY SWEET ⋆.𐙚˚

summary; you’re so desperate to try cocaine, you see rafe with it all the time, you don’t understand why he doesn’t let you have it considering he loves it so much. little do you know, the sucker cares, and he doesn’t want to corrupt your sweet little mind 

content; dealer!rafe(?), drunk reader, placebo effect

rafe is at the back of the party like always, doing his usual dealings with the coke that he gets from barry, a simple side hustle to get some extra money his dad doesn’t need to know about. 

he’s not entirely sure where you are, though he has a pretty good idea that you’re out on the floor, dancing around and drinking far too much alcohol for your body to handle. he hopes it stays that way too, he knows that it will be difficult the moment you come back to see him.

you had been nagging him recently, nagging him because you wanted to try coke. he’d said no of course, multiple times, over and over again. he knows you only want to try it because you see him doing it, and of course you can’t have any interest of your own, you need to do what he does all the time. 

the last three parties you’d been to, you’d been on his back all night begging for him to just put one teeny tiny line on your gums. he didn’t want to though. you see, as irresponsible and psycho-crazy as rafe is, he knows how innocent you are. he knows you haven’t been touched by the world and he doesn’t want to be the one to bring you into the cold hard reality where things hurt. that means no hard drugs for you. 

when packing for the party, he'd prepared a little something to sate the inevitably drunk you that will come bouncing over at some point, desperate to become more intoxicated. just a little placebo that he hopes will slip past your notice. 

it’s just past midnight when it comes to the point where he decides to use it.

you’re completely off your face as you hobble down to the back of the room where rafe is located on one of the couches, doing his dealings of course. “rafeeee,” you giggle, falling down to conveniently land in his lap. “hii,” you speak in drunken affection, bringing a pointy nailed finger up to touch his nose. 

“hi baby,” he murmurs, not paying a lot of attention to you as he multitasks the conversation with counting a stack of bills that somebody had handed him. “you okay?” he asks absently. 

“mmh… I’m okay… want somethin’ though.” you smile, another giggle bubbling up your throat,  “want you to give me a lineee,” you singsong the obvious statement that rafe was expecting.

he chuckles, “yeah? still hung up on that huh..” he shakes his head in small amusement at your absolute persistence on trying the drug, more lighthearted about it now that he knows he has a solution. “well I got something for you.” 

he places the stack of bills down, making sure to mark his place in counting before digging into a bag beside him and pulling out a small ziplock baggy filled with white powder. your eyes widen, “is that it,” you say in excitement. 

rafe nods, “yes it is baby.” no it isn’t, it’s actually powdered sugar, pinched from your own stock that you keep for baking sweet treats. but you don’t have to know that, in fact he’s counting on the fact that you don’t notice in your extremely drunken state. 

“ooh!” you clap your hands, “thank youuu rafe I’m so excited!” you watch as he clicks the bag open and gathers some of the substance on his thumb. then he brings it up towards you. 

“you’ll want it on your gums,” he tells you, which is true, you think that snorting it would be barbaric. “open your mouth.” he orders gently.

you do as you’re told, parting your lips and letting him put his thumb into your mouth so that he can smear the powder onto your gums. 

it’s sweeter than you expect, way sweeter, almost like sugar. you say as much, “sweet,” you remark in surprise, though you don’t catch onto the ruse one bit, in fact, you think you may be beginning to feel the buzz.

rafe smiles at you and nods, “like sugar, special batch just for you baby.” oh well, you feel flattered. your boyfriend loves you so much that he got a whole special batch for you.

“oh rafe!” you giggle, “you shouldn’t haveee,” you’re so happy, the music seems so much louder oh, the dance floor is calling you. “I’m so happyyy,” you smile, “I love this song!” 

rafe’s plan has been very much successful. you are entirely convinced that you are currently riding the wave of intoxication that a line of cocaine provides. he chuckles, “yeah? you love this song? why don’t you go dance?” he suggests, immediately catching your agreement. 

“oh yeah. yeah!” you bounce off of his lap, standing up with a newfound bout of energy. “I love you rafe,” you begin to walk off, “thankyou so much!” you shout finally while in far too close proximity to him. 

he shakes his head in amusement before going back to his work. he never thought he’d pick a girl like you, a girl so innocent and so sheltered. but god he loves you, and he wants to keep you exactly the way you are. 

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So high school - S.H

Crushes are very high school but she can’t help having one on Steve and thank God because he’s crazy about her too

Steve Harrington x female!reader

A/n: college au

Warnings: kissing, strong language

Word count: 5.5k

Fall 1989,

I feel so high school every time I look at you

“Steve!” Robin's voice cut her off, her roommates face lighting up as she called him over. Him, she was guessing had to be Steve. 

She had never met him but she had heard plenty. Nice things mostly from Robin but from others, not so nice things. She had never seen him around campus and somehow he had remained someone she wasn’t sure existed, so since she had never actually seen him, he was kind of like a folk tale. 

But, unfairly she thought, Steve Harrington was everything she expected him to be, tall, handsome, pretty eyes and perfect hair. And he was real, and very much not made up. She stood beside Robin, the hot tea in her hand starting to burn through the styrofoam cup. 

He didn’t speak to her, too deep in catching up with an old friend, she didn’t mind. He had the kind of voice that made girls feel dizzy and she wasn’t sure she could take him talking directly to her anyway. People hadn’t mentioned his voice, why hadn’t they mentioned his voice, she had heard all about him, down to the crinkle beside his eyes when he laughed, but no one had cared to mention that voice. 

She felt a sixteen year old, standing there, watching him talk like he was the most popular boy in their year and she just couldn’t possibly look away. She couldn’t be blamed. Dark messy hair, freckles dotted along his jaw, slightly tanned skin still lingering from the summer passed, grey t-shirt with their schools logo on it, shorts that cut off at his thighs, sweat shining on his neck, (he must’ve been coming back from a run or some other endeavour) all of it added up and did things to a girl. 

Then Steve looked at her. A quick glance as he was leaving, and a small smile. But that was all it took for her to have a crush on him. To turn to Robin and ask her a thousand annoying questions about the boy. To get pins and needles everywhere when he left a message on their answering system, even though the message wasn’t for her.  

I'll drink what you think, and I'm high

Why did he have to be here tonight?

She was idly waiting for her feelings to pass. She just needed to write Steve Harrington’s name all pretty in her diary, to think about him before she fell asleep, to look out for him around campus and then to get over it. That’s how crushes like this worked, you fazed out of them in time. She was fine waiting. It was nice to have someone to daydream about. 

But now he’s here. Across the room at some party down the hall. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her once. And that’s what’s really screwing with her. Even as he talks to someone else he’s still looking at her. It’s like he doesn’t want to look away and lose sight of her, it’s made the blood in her cheeks warm, it’s making her head spin. 

There’s an addicting smile playing on his lips that makes her keep looking back at him. 

They barely knew each other, other than what Robin had relayed to either of them, so why was he so busy watching her. It was a party, he should be standing in some corner with his arm around some girl, all his friends around, drinking something that would make his head hurt by morning. That’s what she had heard he did. Not stand still watching her every move. 

Before she knew it Steve had decided to walk across the room to her. He had decided to lean against the wall and talk to her. 

“Hey.” It’s the easiest thing for him to say and yet, it has her fussing with the hem of her skirt to keep her nerves intact. “No Robin tonight?” He looked around but he wasn’t going to find her, she stayed home. 

She shook her head. Up close, Steve was prettier. This was going to make things so much harder for her. Then he had to go and smile, it was small but it was there. His eyes fell back on her, back to where they had been for the last hour. Maybe she should’ve stayed home tonight too, she could've sat up in bed and wondered what Steve was doing tonight instead of standing right in front of him, flustered.

“At least you're here.” The way he spoke wasn’t flirty, it was more honest than that, which was somehow worse. He took a sip of whatever was in his cup, it made his lips wet, therefore making it hard for her to look at anything but his mouth. “How’s your day been, had any terrible classes that gave you a headache?” 

There was something so abnormal about Steve asking about her day, not just because he asked but because he also seemed to care about her answer. That felt rare in boys, especially boys in this town, for them to ask and care at the same time. And he was waiting. Waiting while she thought over the question. 

“You really wanna know?” She asked, testing him a little. 

Steve tilted his head to the side. Oh. “Yeah.” 

He passed. 

“It’s been okay, no headaches. But I like my classes so I don’t get ‘headaches’ often.” She smiled and leaned back on the wall behind her for some support. “What about you?”

He looked around, just once, before leaning in even more and idly smirking like it didn’t make her heart thump. “My head’s pounding.” He told her, and she was unsure if he was kidding or not. But that was probably the point. 

His hand reached up, the one free from his cup, and she almost flinched back but kept herself still. His finger brushed her cheek, like he was removing something. 

“Sorry, glitter.” He muttered. “Maybe dust.” It was most likely glitter. She’s not sure where the dust would’ve come from. Whatever it was, it was nice of him to fix it for her. It was nice of him to touch her so softly. For him to touch her at all.

“Thanks.” 

It didn’t take long (only just a few more touches and a little more conversation) for Steve to lace their fingers together and to pull her away somewhere. She gladly let him lead her, right through the crowded room, out into the hallway which became much quieter once he closed the door to the party. 

Maybe he just wanted to talk without music filling their silent pauses, maybe he just wanted to walk her to her door, maybe he could tell she was getting restless, maybe- He stopped and she almost walked into him, almost right into his chest. 

“You’re cute, you know.” Steve rolled his eyes at himself. “How fucking stupid of me of course you know.” 

She felt herself smiling, her cheeks warming up, no better yet, they were burning up. Steve was funny, he was cute, pretty, tall with just the right amount of freckles dotted along his jaw, disappearing down his neck. Most of these things weren’t new to her. She already knew all that but now she knew he was charming firsthand.  

The hallway was very quiet, she doubted she would’ve noticed anyone if it hadn’t been anyway but their aloneness made her feel all fuzzy. Like there were tiny little pins pricking her skin. A mix of nerves and excitement. 

“And you’re very sweet. But you know that too.”

He liked being called sweet. It made his eyes spark up with something she couldn’t quite put a name on without more time and maybe a dictionary. 

“Hmm.” Steve said, or more accurately sounded out. His hand ruched up as his fingers grazed her jaw, just holding her face like he had been meant to do it in any and all universes. “But I like hearing you say it.” He paused then he lightly shook his head at himself, smiling. “Not to be narcissistictic or anything.” He said while leaning in like he was going to kiss her. 

He had added an extra ‘tic’ on the end of narcissistic but the way he messed up the word was so cute, she didn't want to tell him. Plus it made her a little less nervous and him a little more human.

“Can I?” He finally asked. “Please?” It was obvious what he meant. He was asking to kiss her.

She didn’t know Steve all that well, He was a friend of a friend really and this was their first real time talking to one another, she didn't count the time she first met him in the coffee shop, so she should've said no. But she found herself nodding before she could think too hard about it. 

The kiss was the kind that was going to keep her up every night for the next week. She felt it instantly, the second his soft lips touched hers, she just knew she would be losing sleep trying to recall this moment. He was so sweet at first, lips barely brushing, nose just ticking her cheek as his head went left. He tasted like coke, like pocket mints too.

But then his hand wandered to her back, keeping her close, and the hand on her face slipped down so that his fingers could softly dig into her neck and her head started spinning and she felt his tongue against hers and the hallway started spinning and-

She took a deep breath the second she could. 

Steve Harrington was paying attention to her. He was ruining kissing for her, ruining hallways and mints. How was she ever supposed to walk to class or brush her teeth again without thinking about this moment? Oh god. She was screwed.

From smokin' your jokes all damn night

Steve hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since he met her. There had been a few girls here and there, according to some around campus, many more than a few but there hadn’t been one so stuck in his head before. 

His hand slipped away. 

He had called her place so many times hoping to catch her on the phone, always just missing her apparently. He would sit in the common room of his dorm and just think up some excuse to call Robin up. None of them were very good excuses though. 

He started to wonder what she could be doing that kept her so busy. Was she out, was she studying so hard she didn’t hear the phone ring or him leaving a message? Was she in the shower- no he had to stay away from that one. 

Her breath caught in her throat. At least she definitely liked him, and she clearly liked being kissed by him.

He had to kiss her tonight. Seeing her at the party was like some kind of god sent sign. He had to know what she tasted like, a feeling and need he’s never quite felt before. And all because she had smiled at him that day. The poor girl had simply been polite and Steve hadn't thought about another girl since.  

She had been so sweet to him, answering all his silly questions, gazing up at him the way she did as he got closer and closer. Really, he should’ve waited to kiss her, he should’ve asked her out or gotten to know her a little better at least but his mind only cared about kissing her with no regard for common sense. 

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, probably thinking to herself. He wondered exactly what she was thinking about and how her mind processed things. Which felt like an odd thing to wonder about. 

Her brows pressed together and she looked at him like she was waiting for something. And when he did nothing she went to speak but Steve once again wasn’t a good boy and he leaned back in and kissed her all over again. Swallowing her words with his tongue. Smirking a bit. 

She muttered what sounded like his name against his lips, her fingers cutely tangling in his hair for a moment. She tugged a little, like she was asking him to stop. He quickly pulled back. 

“I should get back.” She said. “It’s not that I don’t like kissing you Steve, it’s just getting late.” She was so sweet it made his teeth feel sugar coated. 

“You should.” He agreed. Not really meaning it. 

She looked over her shoulder, she lived right down the hall, he already knew that because of Robin, although he had never been inside. And suddenly he wanted to know what her room looked like. Was it a reflection of her? Would it be like he imagined? Would it smell like her perfume? 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” She looked back at him when he spoke, eyes doe-like in slight shock. “Kept going past that shitty coffee shop just in case you were in there.” Steve laughed at himself because out loud it sounded just as foolish as it did in his head and he half expected it to sound better.

“You did?”

“Of course I did. How could I not?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, feeling the heat under her skin and taking it as a compliment. He softly nuzzled his nose along her jaw, he couldn’t help himself. “Oh god, stop me before I kiss you again, please.”

“Steve.” She said his name so softly, he almost felt he didn’t deserve to hear it. “I-” She didn’t continue, she only kissed him. It was different, kissing her and being kissed by her. Both were just as sweet but the second, which was happening right now, made his head quiet and his hands feel strangely hot. 

Steve deepened the kiss, their second of the night. They had kissed more times then had talked now. The realisation stopped him from backing her right up against the hallway wall. It took everything in him to pull away. “Fuck I’m sorry. I don’t usually, no matter what people might say, kiss girls in hallways in the middle of our first conversation.” 

She laughed  at that and he felt the sound deep in his ribs. “It’s okay.” She bit the inside of her cheek. He could tell. ”I-I wanted you to.” He found her little stutter rather compelling. It was nothing, and yet the slight nervousness in her voice was everything to him.   

“Good because I’m kind of an idiot when it comes to that stuff.” 

“You seem very smart to me.” 

“Yeah?” He tilted his head to the side, he was completely aware that he was doing it , that thing boys did, but he didn’t care. A pretty girl thought he was smart. A pretty girl that tasted like peach lip balm and spring. 

“Yeah.” She said back, with all the evidence of a crush on him in her eyes. Crushes felt very high school but there was no better word for it. She liked him, and fuck did he like her. He put his hand on her cheek and kissed her for the third time that night.

Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

Her tea was keeping her hands warm but it was doing nothing for the rest of her. All that felt warm other than her hands was her face everytime Steve spoke or even just looked at her. 

It was getting colder out and yet there was no part of her that could’ve said no when he asked to grab a coffee and take a walk. It was pretty around campus this time of year, with all the leaves falling and the bright orange and red colours against the clear blue skies, but she did miss the warmth of hiding under a blanket and staring out an open window when she was supposed to be studying. 

Steve walked rather slowly, like he had nowhere to be and so it slowed her down too. It had been three nights since that night. Since he walked her down the hall and to her dorm. Since she went to bed thinking about how he kissed her. 

They were both a little busy but desperate to see one another. At least that’s what Steve said on the phone yesterday, she half suspected he was just kidding but she hoped he was anxious to see her like she was with him. She had never jumped so quickly when the phone rang before. 

Steve sipped his hot coffee. Scrunching his nose up slightly at how bitter it was. He had told her he liked his coffee sweet when they met outside the coffee shop and it strangely made sense for him to like it that way. 

“Something wrong?” She couldn’t help but laugh at him just a little. He was cute when he didn’t like the taste of something. 

He shot a glare at her as they walked, right over the styrofoam cup. It might’ve meant to be serious but she couldn’t take it that way at all. Steve’s eyes were too kind to be able to glare and invoke fear in another. He quickly broke into a smile, shaking his head and looking at the floor. Somehow the most heart thumping thing she had ever watched someone do.  

“Do you want some of mine?” She offered, not realising what she was actually committing too. Steve nodded and they swapped drinks. His mouth was right where hers was,  surely he should’ve turned the cup around and avoided her faint chapstick marks. 

It made her own mouth, her lips more precisely, feel all tingly. Like they were kissing again but they weren’t. 

“It’s good.” Steve swapped their cups back, hand brushing hers. He felt warm even though his fingers were red. “But I’m not stealing your tea. Not on our first date at least.”

First date. Did that mean there would be more? And he hadn’t cared to mention to her that this was in fact a date, or was she supposed to have picked up on that herself? He had called her up and made plans to see her, they had already kissed and flirted- she was on a date with Steve Harrington.

She mentally crossed her fingers that this was something real. 

There was nowhere else for them to walk anymore. Steve’s dorm was right and up two sets of stairs and hers was left and up a different two sets of stairs. Steve just sighed and stood in front of her, making no inclination that he was going anywhere. 

He was wearing a brown jacket today. It looked cosy, like if you slipped it on you would never want to take it off. His shirt underneath looked soft too, she liked the collar way sat so prettily on his neck. She was glad she no longer had to wait for her crush on him to fade, it was much nicer to just let it get worse and worse. 

“So, what you’re saying is one day you might steal my tea because your coffee wasn’t sweet enough?” She should at least know the man standing in front of her was a thief in advance. 

The right corner of his lips flicked up into a lopsided smile. She wanted to reach up and kiss him. Or maybe just fix his hair a little. Was this normal? To want to touch someone so much and all the time, he wasn’t even really doing anything.

“Exactly. Or I’ll start carrying sugar cubes around in my pockets.” He glanced up like he was seriously considering it. And for some reason she suddenly knew he was. Steve took a deep breath, dropping his shoulders as he looked at her. 

It was quiet between them, they were both just kind of standing there, smiling at one another. She was waiting to see if he would go first or if he would wait for her to leave in the other direction. Or maybe he would walk her to her dorm again. That was rather nice before. 

He tilted his head just so. “Do you wanna come up?” His eyes brushed over her, stopping at her lips, her neck and then back at her eyes. She felt like her cheeks would burn her fingertips if she touched them. 

She shouldn’t really. But she shouldn’t have kissed him so soon either. Things were meant to go slow, in books they did, the ones she read at least. Steve was still a stranger in a way. A stranger with messy dresser drawers half open and dark green bed sheets.

His room was cosier than she thought, there was a lamp on that made everything that kind of soft yellow and since it was Fall it was already starting to get a little dark outside so it just made everything in his dorm feel so warm.

“It’s nice in here.” Nice didn't seem like the right word but she didn’t want to say it seemed like him in here. Which it really did. 

“Yeah. I don’t mind it.” He sat beside her on his bed, she felt it creak slightly when he joined her. He was obviously kidding, she could tell from the way he was grinning, he thought it was nice in here too.

His hand was close to hers. She suddenly realised it smelt like vanilla and rain soaked sweaters in his bedroom. His fingers reached out and brushed hers, it felt like spinning and not getting dizzy. His hand not intertwining  with hers came up to graze against her cheek, like something invisible was there and he was removing it. 

“You said you don’t usually kiss girls in hallways, what about in your room?” She felt sixteen again, wondering if he might kean in and kiss her all over again. Trying to remember the things in his room like it mattered. Even the nervousness felt nostalgic. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Steve ran his thumb back and forth over the back of her hand. Then he leaned in. He brushed his nose against hers, just like he did before, it seemed that when Steve kissed a girl he liked to drag it out and make her feel like time was going backwards. 

She nodded. Eyes unsure if they wanted to stop on his own, or on his mouth instead. His tongue wetting his bottom lip made the decision for her. 

She pushed her confidence and reached her hand up to the back of his neck and within seconds of her touching him he was kissing her. Much more harsher than before. With a slight taste of tea and coffee. 

“Think-I’m-getting-obsessed-with-you.” Steve muttered between kisses. “Is that okay?”

Just the way he said it, the way his voice sounded saying those words did something to her head that wasn’t so sweet or nice anymore, it was more than that. It was this constant need to be thinking about him when she wasn’t around him and the constant need to be kissing him when she was.

He rested his forehead against hers, smiling and breathing a little more unevenly than before. 

“Yeah, that’s okay.” Her hand slipped from his neck to his chest and she could feel his heart beating. His t-shirt felt soft, just like she thought it would, and he felt warm, like her cup of tea had been before she had left it on Steve’s dresser when she came in. “It’s kinda nice.”

He laughed. “You and that word.”

Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? 

It had just gotten dark when Steve got to her dorm, with a few books in his arms and wet hair from the rain. He shook off in the hallway like a big fluffy brown dog. And he slipped his shoes off before coming inside, it wasn’t much but it made her smile. 

They were sitting on her bedroom floor. Steve had said just yesterday that he had nowhere quiet to study so she invited him over. He made a joke about not being able to concentrate around her so they made a deal about not kissing. It was harder than she thought it would be. 

“You got enough pens there?” She knew he was making fun of her and her ten different colour pens but it helped her focus and study better. It made everything look prettier which somehow made her take in her notes more. It made no sense but it worked for her. 

“I’m sorry I don’t just use a boring black pen.” 

That borning black pen was thrown at her knee seconds later. She looked up at Steve, he looked cute sitting kind of crossed legged on her floor, hair still a little damp, she gave him this ‘we’re studying’ look. But it was hard to be serious when he was grinning like that.

“Stop.” She said, smiling through it. She bit the inside of her cheek but it only hurt and it certainly didn’t stop her smile. “This is important, you said you never have anywhere to study, and if I can say it my room is very cosy and probably the best place for it. So focus.” 

She wasn’t lying. Her room was cosy, it was always the right amount of cold and warm, her window was always open letting the fresh air in, she had blankets and pillows everywhere, it was perfect for relaxed concentration. And yet Steve looked like studying was the last thing on his mind. 

She started writing again, light blue ink on the paper. She’d switch to pink when she reached the next chapter she was going over. 

“Have you ever had a boyfriend before?” It seemed out of nowhere but little did she know Steve had been staring at her for the last few seconds deep in thought. 

She shook her head. 

“Do you want one?” Was he- “Wait no, let me start that again, I can do way better.” He got up off the floor and left her bedroom shutting the door behind him and everything. She had long forgotten what she was writing down, too caught up in trying to figure out what he was doing. 

Steve came back inside a few seconds later and he sat exactly where he had been sitting before. He picked up his notebook again, and took back his pen that was by her lap. “Would you want me to be your boyfriend?” Steve Harrington was impossibly sweet, even if they were just kidding around. 

She nodded her head. 

She knew there was a rule made but she couldn’t help but break it. She leaned over and kissed him, she could feel him smiling against her lips and she could feel his hand slipping around her neck. Nothing felt better than kissing Steve, she didn't think she had thought about much else since they were out in the hallway. He was just- so-

“We said no kissing.” Steve said, ironically between kisses. She went to say something, defend herself or something but then he had his hands on her hips and he pinned her to the floor. “You broke before I did Miss ‘we need to focus’.” He was so proud of himself. This was the Steve Harrington she had heard so much about. The grinning, slightly cocky, Steve Harrington.

“Study dates may not be the best idea.” She pushed his hair back. 

“Hmm.” He sat back up and rested his head on the edge of her bed. She sat up too, trying to forget how fuzzy and dizzy her head went when Steve was hovering over her just before. “Maybe we could find somewhere quiet but not so-” He gestured to her room, she knew what he was saying. Her bedroom was not the right place. Even hallways were out of the running when it came to them.  

“We’ll find you somewhere, I promise.” She softly smiled at him. It was a shame they couldn;t focus in here, he looked so relaxed, his shoes were by the door and his jacket was sitting on her bed and it all just felt very right. 

“We won’t find anywhere if you keep looking at me like that.”

She screwed her nose up, she hadn’t been looking at him like anything-

“Don’t do that either, you’re too cute and you need to let me be able to graduate one day.” He pulled a pillow from her bed and held it up between them like some kind of barrier. She was sure no one was as dramatic as Steve Harrington was and yet she was pretty sure she wanted to marry him. 

No onе's ever had me, not like you

It looked like it might snow. It felt like it too. Steve pulled his jacket tighter around himself, sitting outside at eleven o'clock at night in November was not the best idea he had ever had. But she said she was studying in the library tonight and he wanted to meet her. She would be out any minute, she never stayed that late. 

He guessed he knew her routine pretty well because it wasn��t long until he looked up and there she was, walking out the building with her scarf hanging loosely around her neck and her books in her hands. God, she looked pretty. Even cold she was cute. 

Steve leant back on his hands, ignoring the frost on the grass, as he watched her walk over to him with a smile on her face. She always smiled when she saw him. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked with a tilt of her head. She was pretty sure she was having some hot chocolate and cinnamon induced dream. Or all her studying had gone to her head. What other explanation was there for a pretty boy to be right outside waiting for her. 

“Waiting for you. Obviously.” Steve stood up and dusted his hands off on his jeans. They looked a little red. The grass must’ve been freezing and she couldn’t think why he would choose to sit and wait here. He would’ve been warmer quite literally anywhere else. “That’s what boyfriends do.” 

She wasn’t sure if the other day had been a joke, if he was just messing around but he kept on saying it, he kept calling himself her boyfriend, so maybe he meant it after all. He was standing in front of her now, eyes darting from her eyes to her lips, he always did that when he wanted to kiss her.

“You always look a little bit shocked when I say that you know.” He cupped her cheek with his hand, oh he was cold. He smoothed his thumb back and forth over her skin and he just kind of stared at her like she was something interesting. 

“I never knew if you were just messing around. I didn’t know if this whole thing was just-” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, what the right word was. She had hoped it wasn’t all in her head that Steve did in fact like her, that he didn't have study dates and wait around for anyone else. But she had never been sure. “Nevermind.” She shook her head. 

“No, tell me.” He pulled his hand away and she instantly missed it. “I like you, you do know that right?” His smile was so easy, like he was saying exactly what he thought. “You gotta know that I think about you all the time and I miss you all the time- I’m missing you right now.”

“I’m right in front of you Steve.” She looked down and busied her hand with the hem of his open jacket.  

“That’s my point.” She could practically hear him grinning. “Now can I have a kiss from my girlfriend.” She looked up and he was grinning like a puppy dog just like she expected him to be. 

He couldn’t help it. Not when he looked at her. She made everything feel so calm, so right and relaxed. But she also simultaneously made it hard for him to breathe, it was like his lungs were burning all the time but he loved it. He probably loved her.  

“You did wait out in the cold.” She said, tilting her head and pulling him a little closer.

“I did, didn't I?” Steve leaned in. She felt the same way she had felt in the hallway, but this time she knew what he would taste like and she knew how he would kiss her. It made it very hard for her to be patient. “Definitely worth it.” He kissed her smiling against her lips and just a few seconds later she felt the snow. 

It was the first time it had ever snowed and she hadn't bothered to look up, she was too caught up in kissing Steve Harrington. 

[tinythebunni]

in which you’re forced into having a talk with your ex-boyfriend, rafe cameron, on the boat ride to morocco.

being a pogue and rafe cameron’s ex was not easy. although you dated shortly before he killed peterkin, and you were sure he barely even remembered your favourite colour, seeing him blatanly disrespect you and his friends, and go down a path you tried so hard to prevent him from, was hard to watch. but now he’s picked himself up since ward died. you thought you had another chance to at least be on good terms. sending flowers and a card to tanneyhill when ward died, smiling at him when you’d see him around. it didn’t work, he still hated you and your friends.

fortunately, he redeemed himself ever so slightly by volunteering to take the pogues to morocco. rafe had to find chandler groff, you guys wanted the blue crown. it was perfect.

until jj punched him, that is. he knocked him out cold. with a scolding “jj!” coming from majority of the pogues, including you, jj carries him down into the downstairs washroom and ties his wrists to a pole. they don’t trust him, which is fair. you don’t either — you shouldn’t, anyway.

rafe was down there quietly for a mere half hour until he woke up with a groan from his head hitting the ground earlier, followed up with yelling once he realizes he was stuck down there.

all touching your noses and saying ‘not it’ the minute pope suggests someone going down there to check on him, you’re the unlucky one who said it last. shutting up your protests, john b gently coaxes you downstairs, saying things like, “you used to mack on him”, “this is good, you know him”, “he won’t hurt you,” john b leaves you downstairs once you make it to the door of the bathroom. knocking gently, you timidly ask, “can i come in?”

there’s no answer. you can picture him. wrists tied, brows furrowed, eyes closed tightly as his head leans against the wall and towards the ceiling. his gorgeous stressed face. you slowly open the door, peeking your head in. “hi,” you say gently, timid around the scary and aggressive man you have the curse of calling your ex.

“…hey,” rafe says, voice rough as he shuts his eyes tight.

unsure what to say, you awkwardly stand there and stare down at him. “um, i brought asprin,”

“right, right, like i can fuckin’ swallow it. what, you gonna throw it in my mouth like a.. seal or something?” sassy, his upper lip lifts a bit as he thinks about it and isn’t very fond of the idea.

a second of silence as you figure out what to say. “…um, ill just set it down here,” you say, putting the container down beside him. “sorry about your head.”

“yeah, uh, your little boyfriend can’t control his fists, huh?”

“…not my boyfriend,” you correct softly, though you’re not sure why you feel the need to tell him that. “but no one really.. trusts you, rafe, so you kind of brought this on yourself—“

he quickly interrupts you. “bullshit. you know why that’s bullshit? because i was helping. who got you this boat, huh? me. i did. rafe. i’m the reason that you guys aren’t swimming, or some shit, to north africa. i’m being helpful and understanding, and this is what i get. you think that’s fair?” when you’re stood there in silence at his sudden raised voice, he repeats, “you think that’s fucking fair, y/n!?” he kicks a can in anger.

it’s like you’re his girlfriend again as you sit down next to him instantly instead of running. you get deja vu to the time three years ago when he was high on coke and got kicked out of the house. everyone ignored him except for you. “..um, okay, i’m gonna give you some asprin,” you say softly. “help your head. open,” you tell him, grabbing a pill as he gives you a look but opens his mouth. you pop it in his mouth and he dry swallows. “there.”

you two share a look. you don’t think it’s a bad look by any means. he looks frustrated still, but there’s an underlying gentleness in his eyes, as if he registers you’re still the same girl you were when you two were together. “…and, um, for the record, i don’t think it’s fair that you’re down here. you helped us, thats.. nice.”

the word ‘us’ when referring to you and the pogues makes him feel weird. “i don’t get why you hang out with them,” he mutters as he looks at the ground. “tried so fucking hard to keep you away from them when we were.. together.”

“i know,” you whisper, your gaze dropping as well, to his tied wrists. you feel awful. “trust me, your warnings still play in my head when i’m with them sometimes,”

“you remind me of sarah.” he says. you’re not sure what that means.

“you hate sarah,”

“nah, nah— i don’t hate her. hate who she’s turned into,” he adjusts himself. “she makes me sad. i’m sad for her, alright? she had so much potential.“ he shrugs. “but there’s no saving her. she’s in too deep,” he looks back up at you again. “i think there’s saving you, though,”

“…this is weird, rafe,”

“how?” he asks.

“because in the years we’ve been broken up, you’ve never talked to me about this. feels like it’s a… trick or something,”

“it’s not a trick,” he assures, voice still rough. “look, i’m out half a mill, i’m tied up in a bathroom, i’m probably gonna.. die or something. i got nothing to lose, may as well tell you my concern,”

“um, i appreciate it,” you say gently, unsure how to respond. “and i’m gonna go back upstairs.”

“hey— no, woah, woah, woah,” he stops you quickly. “stay. okay?”

“i should go up and help with dinner, though—“

“no, stay. i— i want you to stay, okay? i don’t wanna be down here alone, and i want you away from the pogues,”

he doesn’t wanna be alone. you feel bad for him all over again, nodding gently as you sit back down beside him. you always were so good for rafe.

you’re not sure how long you’ll be down here with him. maybe until it’s late at night and he’s asleep. so gently, after about five minutes of silence, to ease some of the tension and pass the time, you murmur a, “truth or dare?”

rafe just smiles.

[tinythebunni]

rafe coming home from morocco.

ᥫ᭡ this is straight smut! 18+ only!

rafe had been off in morocco, helping the pogues — yeah i know, you were shocked too — to find the blue crown. rafe mainly went with to find groff but ended up helping the pogues find the blue crown as well. it’s been far too long, there’s been lack of phone calls from rafe. you stayed up late every single night, all alone in your and rafe’s massive shared bed, worried sick about him.

so when rafe finally came home after far too long, it didn’t take long for the two of you to be wrapped up in each other, his cock thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt. you two were sat on his expensive furniture on his large back patio. his hands were splayed out on your back, his eyes watching yours as you bounced up and down on his cock.

“tell me how much you missed me, princess. tell daddy how much you missed him.” a small smirk forming on rafe’s lips. his hands tighten in your back, his fingers digging into your soft skin. “come on, princess. use your words, i know you can do it.” rafe encourages with a grunt as you bounced away on his cock to your hearts content. your eyes flick to rafe’s your face contorted in pleasure. “i missed you so much, daddy. i worried about you every single night and all i could dream about was how you were gonna fuck me when you got home.”

rafe groaned in approval, his hands moving from your back to your hips. his large hands gripped your hips tightly, the cool metal of his ring making your skin jump. “fuuuck, baby.” rafe moaned, pistoning his thick cock in and out of your leaking pussy. the wet squelching noise heard loudly despite being outside. “i missed you so fucking much. the only thing that kept me going was getting home to this sweet pussy.”

your cried out his name in response, his cock mercilessly driving into your needy cunt. he was making up for the time he lost, making up for how many times he thought about you and your pussy while he was away. which to be honest, was way too much to even count. rafe knew if he didn’t get home to you soon, he honestly would’ve killed anyone who looked at him sideways. the sexual frustration he had on that trip and not being able to jerk off was really testing his fucking patience… a dangerous thing for someone with practically no patience whatsoever.

“that’s it, baby. take this fucking cock. you deserved it, didn’t you? being all alone in our big house, worried sick about me every single night? you poor girl. just couldn’t wait for daddy to get home and stuff you full of his cock, hmm?” rafe teased, his words undoubtedly making your walls clench around him. rafe grunts, his hands tightening on your hips at the feeling of you tightening around him. “fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vice.”

your nails dug into rafe’s shoulders, his hips jackhammering up into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. your breasts bounced with each thrust, his pubic bone hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust. your orgasm was close, so fucking close… but you knew rafe wasn’t done with you anytime soon and you also knew you weren’t ready for him to stop. this is what the both of you wanted. all night long.

“i was off, practically fighting for my life just so i could come home to my girl and fuck her stupid.”

[tinythebunni]

tearing my hair out thinking about simon proposing to you on a random thursday night.

you two just so happened to grab coffee at the usual cafe which is pricey but they make the best mocha so it’s whatever, before ambling outside to a cozy nook, lit with fairy lights and warmed up by a portable heater. the wind is chilled but not too cold, and it is soft as it caresses your cheeks, and simon breathes in, trying to reel it in but—

you’re telling him about work; about this shitty coworker that almost made you lose all sense of professionalism, and simon is crushed by this overwhelming desire as he listens to you rant. he’s always felt the need before but it was only ever a whisper because simon has always wanted to marry you so he learned to tune it out, rationalizing to himself that it’s still too early. too young. too fragile and raw.

but it’s strange today.

you’re all angry and exhausted to the bone, and the coffees have gone lukewarm, and, hell, he hasn’t even washed his hair yet but simon—

he needs to ask. he needs to tell you.

he needs to—

your voice peters into silence as simon places a small box on the table and slides it towards you.

“what,” you rasp out, still breathless and quiet.

“will you marry me?” simon asks, just as softly. just as tentative and hesitant.

the word yes has never fallen from your lips that quickly.

[tinythebunni]

boyfriend!rafe touching you all the time, he's a little touch starved and he just can't help reach for you hand, at dinner, in the middle of the street, whether he's reaching back for you and waiting for you to slip your hand into his or he's taking your hand into his lap and intertwining your fingers, he's always got an arm thrown around you, around your shoulders keeping you at his side, he'll leave his hand on your thigh while he drives, he's all over you and you adore him for it, especially when you hug him and he hides his face in your neck and he tells you he's not going to let you go <3