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im going feral i love you rayne (thanks author-san)

red lips, dying for a kiss | rayne ames

— synopsis. in which rayne discovers that red lip combos are his weakness.

— pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader

— genres. university au, friends-ish to lovers, rayne has a little bit of a crush

— word count. 2.3k

— warnings. very brief violence mention in the beginning, alcohol consumption (rayne and reader are 21 in this), making out (i tried to keep it brief), ooc rayne but he’s kinda drunk so

— notes. breaking theme for this one but it’s okay. i wanted to drop this on valentine’s day… clearly that didn’t work out. also as i go to post this hidden lights reached 1k notes which is absolutely insane to think of. thank you for giving it so much love. anyway, happy 100 followers! thanks for sticking with me. enjoy!

dedicated to all the rayne girlies. i pray we find (or already have) a man like him. ♡

ryoh’s parties are always a bad idea. rayne can’t count the number of times something has gone wrong. cops show up. someone locks every single bathroom from the inside. a dumbass jumps off the roof and into the pool. any incident you could think of has probably happened. the last one rayne went to nearly got him screwed over when he fought against a guy picking on his brother, and it was not pretty (for the other guy) to say the least.

from that moment on, rayne had made the decision to never attend another one of ryoh’s parties. it doesn’t matter who begged him or what the circumstances were. no one was going to change his mind on that.

unfortunately, ryoh grantz would not have that. it took three days and a two hundred dollar bribe to convince rayne to go because who would he be if not taking advantage of the rich.

so that’s where he finds himself now, standing in a circle with his friends as music blasts in ryoh’s mansion. they talk about who knows what as rayne wishes he could go home. he has to see it out though because this would be the easiest two hundred dollars he would ever make.

his second red solo cup of the night is filled with some unknown (but surprisingly delicious) concoction that sits untouched. he swirls the cup around in his hand, his eyes darting around the room for an escape.

rayne chugs his entire drink down, setting the empty cup on the first surface he finds before mumbling an excuse of having to use the bathroom, not caring whether his friends heard it or not. he stops by the kitchen to rummage through a cooler, skin freezing as he digs through the ice. he finds two cans of a beer brand that he likes.

he weaves through the crowd in the living room, trying his best to not bump into anyone or spill any drinks because the last thing he needs is another altercation.

unfortunately for him, life always has a curveball in store for him.

“hey, look! (y/n)’s here!” someone had yelled, causing people to push closer towards the front door. the flow carries him closer despite his protests.

the half blonde finds you easily. it’s hard to miss your bright smile, even in a room surrounded by dozens. a crowd surrounds you and your group of friends. they greet you with hellos, offer drinks, and fight for your attention. you try your best to address everyone as you and your friends inch closer to the dance floor.

rayne knows you. your friend groups overlap often so he was bound to meet you at one point. you're popular around campus, known for your friendly nature, kind acts, and most of all, you're known for your beauty. he hears about a new attempt to gain your affection almost weekly. you never seem to accept them for some odd reason. it doesn't matter who it is. the d1 basketball prodigy? the rich girl in your philosophy class? they'd be rejected all the same. your lack of care for relationships has sparked up rumors, but even those never seem to faze you.

as for his opinion on you, rayne acutally likes you, which is a rare feat considering that the half-blonde cannot stand the presence of most people. but in this case, he likes you. he has the smallest of crushes that he wouldn't dare to admit to anyone except his brother, maybe.

in the times your paths had crossed, you had been an easy person to be around, never doing anything to irritate him and always trying to include him in every conversation and activity. it makes him feel all warm inside. the thought of it brings the ghost of a smile onto his face.

he also can't deny that you are indeed one of the most beautiful people that he's ever come across. you would have to be a fool to try and deny that. it's a little shallow on his part to like you partly for your looks, but he can't help it when your smile has the power to blind angels.

"rayne?" your head tilts, surprise written all over your face. he locates two shots in your hands. "woah, i'm surprised you're here! people said you wouldn't come to these anymore!"

rayne is barely to pick up the sound of your voice over all the music. "got paid to be here." he speaks loudly, avoiding yelling as much as he can.

"well, that's one way to get someone to come to a party." you giggle.

it's at this point where rayne closely inspects your face. his eyes are immediately drawn to your lips, colored in a combination of reds. he's never seen it on you before, and paired with the rest of the makeup on your face, it stands out, commands attention.

and it looks… really fucking good. rayne takes the sight of you in fully. yeah, you look really fucking good tonight. the half-blonde gulps, forcing his eyes back up to your face.

"take this with me!" you urge rayne, holding out a plastic shot glass to him.

unwilling to bring himself to say no to you, rayne sighs, accepting it. the two of you raise your glasses up in a silent toast before pressing the plastic to his lips, tilting his head back, and letting the alcohol slide down his throat. it burns. it tastes horrid on his tastebuds. the half-blonde scrunches his nose in disgust, and you take the empty glass from him, how you went unbothered by such a disgusting beverage is beyond him.

as much as rayne wishes he could be with you, he desperately longs to find someplace quiet. the bass of the music pounds against his head. "i'll see you around, (y/n). have fun tonight. be safe." rayne says.

"oh okay. see you rayne." you frown, but maybe that's just the lighting messing with him. he swears there's disappointment laced in your voice, but that could also just be the alcohol playing games with him.

rayne makes his way upstairs. he prays that he won't barge into people having sex. luckily for him, it's still early, and the room that he chooses, the one at the very end of the hall, is empty. he relaxes the moment he locks the door as if a weight was being lifted off him.

the half-blonde sets his unopened beers onto the nightstand and lies on the made bed. he stares at the ceiling for fifteen minutes, contemplating his life choices. his thoughts drift to you and your gorgeous lips, but he’s quick to dismiss them. when he’s finished with that, he cracks open his first beer, leaving a ring of condensation on the nightstand, and opens up his phone.

the next hour or so is spent watching compilations of bunnies and sipping on his beers. it’s perfectly fine like this. save for the bass of the music bouncing against the walls, it’s peaceful. he feels the effects of the alcohol he drank humming in his veins. it puts him into a lighter mood. however, that peace is disturbed when there’s a loud pounding on the door.

“what the hell?” rayne mumbles under his breath. did someone confuse this room for the bathroom? the half-blonde pulls himself out of bed, unlocks the door, and cracks it open just a little bit to see who it is.

“rayne, is that you? oh my god, please let me in.” you beg, clasping your hands together in prayer.

confused, but without any complaint, he allows you into the room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

you practically collapse on the edge of the bed, and rayne can sense that something is amiss.

“are you alright?” he asks cautiously, standing a foot away from you.

“do you ever just get sick of people?” you ponder suddenly, shooting to sit straight up.

“sure.” rayne shrugs, still unmoving from his spot.

“you can’t tell anyone i told you this,” you point at him with narrowed eyes, voice slurred. “swear you won’t.”

“i won’t.”

“good.” you nod. “as i was saying, i get so sick of people sometimes. being popular is fucking exhausting. i don’t know how much longer i can keep up with this. i swear i can’t enjoy things on my own time without people barging in or commenting on it.

“i can’t sit on a couch to catch my breath without people wanting to talk to me. not that that’s bad of course, i love talking to people, but christ, just back up a bit. like can’t they just take a hint and realize that i don’t want to talk? do you get that?”

rayne nods. “must be rough.”

“it is,” you groan and then sigh, standing up to dust off your clothes. you stumble from dizziness after having gotten up too fast. however, you shake the feeling out. “sorry, i shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you. that was a stupid thing to complain about.”

“no, it wasn’t.” rayne argues. “people who are always in your space are fucking annoying. i would know so there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.” at this point, he could tell the alcohol is doing its number on him, making him more vocal and bold.

“do i annoy you, rayne?” you ask, eyelashes batting at him, this innocent worry behind your eyes. it drives him mad.

“no.” he says sternly, inching closer, his gaze falling to your crimson lips. that damn red lipstick. he wonders what would happen if he were to mess it up. what would happen if he were to ruin that precise lining of color? what you let him cross that line? in his tipsy state of mind, he wants to find out.

“are you sure? because i know whenever we see each other i kinda cling to you, but if that bothers you, just let me know. really it’s no-” you ramble before rayne cuts you off.

“i want to kiss you.” the half-blonde mutters. his eyes stare deep into your own. your eyebrows raise in shock.

"huh?"

"i want" rayne's hand flexes at his side as he exhales, resisting the urge to touch you. "to kiss you."

"why?" you whisper so quietly that he almost didn't hear you.

maybe this is a reckless decision. maybe he shouldn't be risking a friendship with a drunken mind, but honestly in the moment, he really couldn't care less. he can regret it in the morning if things fell apart.

"i like you." rayne admits.

a moment of silence falls onto the room. you stare and stare, sinking your eyes deep into rayne’s as his confession weighs further down onto you.

“oh thank god.” you exhale, pulling rayne in by his shirt.

rayne practically melts into the feeling of your lips, soft against his own. he can taste faint traces of alcohol on you. he places his hands on your hips to press your bodies together. his palms explore your figure, circling around your lower back, trailing upwards to your ribs and back down to your waist. your hands entangle themselves in his hair, eliciting a soft groan out of him.

kissing you is a feeling like no other. it’s straight euphoria, maybe even something greater than that. the butterflies flap violently on his stomach. fireworks ignite his blood. being with you is like soaring across the sky.

you deepen the kiss, exploring each other with such desperation that it makes you dizzy. his tongue moves against yours in perfect sync, as if it were a choreographed dance. by the time you pull away to catch air, you and rayne are breathless, huffing as the half-blonde rests his forehead against yours.

you beautiful red lipstick is now smeared across your mouth, staining at the corners and below the chin. rayne pulls his head back. his fingers graze over your lips, admiring the mess. he’s sure it transferred onto him as well.

“you got something right there.” you joke, pointing at him.

“shut up.” he whispers. however, a smile breaks out onto his face, betraying his words.

“so,” you say, snaking your arms around the half-blonde’s waist. “the rayne ames has a crush on me? i never thought i’d see the day.”

he hums as confirmation. “would i be wrong to guess that you like me too?”

“no.” you grin. “in fact, you’d be one hundred percent right.”

“wonderful.” he mutters, leaning in for another kiss. you turn your head, having him miss your mouth entirely.

“i’m starting to believe you only like me so you could have a make out partner.” you tease, causing the half-blonde to sigh at your antics.

“i like you because you’re kind.”

he pecks one cheek.

“because you’re fun.”

he pecks the other.

“because you’re intelligent.”

he presses his stained lips to your forehead.

“because you’re so beautiful.”

rayne kisses the tip of your nose.

“my beautiful, (y/n).” he mumbles with a barely noticeable slur, cupping your face.

“you should drink more often. i like this side of you.” you comment, looking up at him with a gaze that drives him crazy.

“please just let me kiss you again.” rayne quietly begs, his mouth centimeters from yours.

“kiss me whenever you want.” you whisper before colliding with him once more.

in the morning, ryoh has to pick the lock to get into the guest bedroom. he stumbles in pissed off and ready to blow up on the person who dared to put him through such a hassle.

however, the sight he walks into flips his mood instantly. ryoh finds you and rayne tangled in each other’s arms completely knocked out. upon closer inspection, he notes the matching lipstick stains on both of your mouths, and a knowing smirk spreads across his face.

the blonde man pulls out his phone, snapping pictures in different angles to solidify this moment in history.

“he better thank me for this.” ryoh says to himself before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

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thank you for the food

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lmao first time writing smut bc this fandom lacks it ;v; use of feminine terms, so not gender neutral!

mash didn't think much of it, but the way your tits are shaped, how they feel, how they bounce when he fucks you hard enough is just perfect. didn't think he'd go that hard on you over it until the next morning, when you complain about the hand-shaped bruises on your hips and the hickeys and bite marks on your tits. strangely felt a sense of pride in his chest when he saw his marks on you, but also wanted to leave more?!

will happily suck on them, massage them, use them as his stress balls if you let him! doesn't really care if they're small or big, just likes the fact that they exist for his and your pleasure... oh... they're used to feed your future kids? even better! he'll fuck you until you have no choice but to get pregnant.

somehow developed a breeding kink because of your tits. cannot get the thought of you being heavily pregnant and glowing out of his mind.

finn can't help but blush when your skirt rises up even an inch. can't stop the tightness in his chest from growing and his face turning red when he sees you in shorts in the summer. he loves and hates how you're too kind to let him use your thighs as his pillow for a nap, but now all the blood rushed to his dick he forgot to sleep! has to ask to get some help from you because at some point, his hand isn't enough for him anymore!

loves running his hand over your thighs, doesn't even have to be sexual, but with all the tension in him, it's bound to happen. loves throwing your legs over his shoulders when the two of you go at it, just so he can grab a handful of your thighs when he wants! also has a passion for eating you out because your thighs will envelop his entire head.

please suffocate him, he'll beg on his knees for it. it's so funny to think he was a timid, young boy, but looking at him now, he's so feral over your thighs!

lance looks like a gentleman in the streets, but he's so helplessly feral in the sheets with the way your ass looks so hot in anything you wear. you could be wearing your school uniform with the robe, but lance will have memorized the location of your ass just to give a firm squeeze! if the two of you are alone, don't think he'll hesitate to give it a good smack because he will, and it WILL STING! loves spanking you to ride him after at night, or praising you left and right thrusting up to you, holding your ass to keep you grinding him <3

thinks your ass is a blessing because lance isn't sure if he can live without them anymore... loves having you sit on him just to feel the curve of your ass press against his cock and tease you when he gets horny over it <3

please don't wear short skirts or shorts if you want to walk for the next week, because he WILL make sure you can't.

dot can't fool anyone when he says he prefers personality over everything else. he can't hide the way he's been staring at you all day every day, taking in every inch and curve of your tits, how bouncy they are to the way your thighs are imprinted on your skirt, and let's not forget to mention how he always takes a peek at your ass cheeks when you bend over to pick up something! dot is a man of culture, yes, but surely no one can expect him to choose what part of you he likes the most? you're too good for him, picking just one is simply torture!

he can't choose what to like more, and it makes him such a busybody in bed because his hands are all over you, rubbing your titties in one moment, squeezing your thighs around his head the next, and finally holding onto your ass and hips for dear life when he finally fucks you! anything that gets you off and gives you pleasure, he'll do it, but please don't make him hurt you! you're too precious for him to hurt on purpose :(

rayne, just like his brother, has been in love with your thighs since day one! he saw them outside of the long skirt you wear for your school uniform on your first date, when you wore a cute little sundress! he couldn't take his eyes off your thighs whenever you walked ahead of him, but will never let you catch on. in fact, he's so sly and sneaky that you don't realize he has a thing for your thighs until much later, when he has you in his bed, stripped of your dress and underwear.

you can't be imagining the way his hands run up and down your thighs so gently before splitting them open and hooking them over his shoulders. you may not have gotten fucked, but you sure as hell as overstimmed to the point of passing out because rayne doesn't eat you out for your pleasure. he does it for HIS. and guess what? he's probably still lapping at your juices, using your thighs like they're his earmuffs in winter!

loves leaving marks and hickeys on them, and feels the small itch of possessiveness in his brain go away even though no one can see them or even know you have them.

orter will deny and deny over and over again even after he's in his grave that your ass does something to him. you can't blame him for looking at them so intently when they're the perfect size for his hands! will pick you up by the ass, even when you complain that it's uncomfortable. he doesn't care! what's yours is his since the two of you are married.

will put you through hell and back riding him, smacking your cheeks whenever he wants to fuck him faster, harder, or loosen up because he doesn't want to cum too early! if you want his cum to fill you up so badly, you're obviously going to work for it! milk his cock for all its worth, he dares you. surely you can't disappoint your husband now, can you?

however, he will show some mercy and reward you with healing cream and gently massages your ass and thighs after you worked so hard to please him <3 good girls deserve good things, and you're certainly his good girl

kaldo is an open book. doesn't care to hide the fact your tits drive him mad. after the first time you got pregnant and started lactating, kaldo didn't think he was that focused on your tits before. but when you're complaining about how full and heavy and painful they are, he can't help but want (a taste) to help you! didn't think they'd be so sweet, but it's a welcome surprise! will probably suck you dry if he wanted to, it's a shame you had to save a lot of it for your baby... perhaps this was the gods' sign to give you more babies!

has. can, and will fondle your tits in his office. will kiss you dizzy, massaging your breasts because he knows they're so sensitive from all that breastfeeding! but you looked so hot and dreamy doing it, you can't possibly expect your own husband keep his hands off of you! but whatever you do and no matter how much you get mad at him, please don't take away his titty privileges! how could he live off of honey-covered sashimi for a week without your tits as desert? how will he ever get a good night's rest without using your tits as his pillow?

will literally beg on his knees to get his privileges back. will eat you out until you pass out, fuck you and fill you up until he doesn't have any more cum to give, but still be ready to give you more than enough of what you want in the morning <3

abyss hates the effect your tits leave him in. he loves your girls, he really does, but does he really need to get a boner from how plush and perky they were right before a meeting? abel's going to be there, you know, and he can't embarrass himself in front of abel of all people! despises the fact he's so weak for you, but also loves it because it means you spoil him as a reward for doing a good job for you. he doesn't think he can go back to fucking you normally without fucking your tits at least once every time.

and after every. single. session, he's going to fall asleep face first into your titties. they're so soft and squishy! you can't expect him to use that cold, stiff thing people call a pillow when his pillow is your titties! he's going to be so sad and scared if you push him off at anytime in the night and will start overthinking to the point he's too scared and eventually wakes you up.

is somehow perfectly fine after a nice makeout session and he gets to pass out over your titties again?

abel tries a little too hard at being a gentleman that he gets harder at the mere thought of your thighs. he can't help it! your thighs are just perfect size for him to sleep on, cuddle, hold when he's driving, and weight to throw over his shoulder and fuck you until you feel him in your throat! even better if you're suffocating him with it when he's eating you out because while he's not that much of a service dom, he'll happily become one if it means he gets to be squished by your thighs each time. it bugs him a little that he can't hear your sounds when he does, but you can always sing a little louder for him, no?

loves to pull your thighs closer to him when he's driving so he gets to squeeze them anytime he wants! will happily give you all the princess treatment if it means he'll get to hold and ravish your thighs to his heart's content.

however, he can't guarantee that you'll be walking for the next week or so if he sees you with thigh highs, stockings, or thigh garters. trust me, you couldn't walk straight for a week and a half after you wore a thigh garter on your wedding night.

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Time

What is time? Why do we let this phenomena of time affect us so much? Is time a saviour or foe?

(Inspired by Sousou no Frieren)

The story of he, who loved her too soon and she, who loved him too late. It is a heartbreaking story of an immortal elf, having close to infinite years ahead of her. And a human, who lives for a mere century.

Slowly but surely, time takes the best of us away, but it also creates many windows to the better future. It trickles like a dewdrop on the leaf after rain. The passing of a storm and the emergence of a new era. Like how Frieren met Flamme to learn the spell for creating a field of flowers- to eventually meeting young Himmel whom she showed this spell to- and the older Himmel who gave his hand to go on a very nonsensical, meaningless journey. Storms don't last forever, but so does spring.

Time, something we don’t take note of enough. It is a phenomena that connects us all. Strange, when we are with the one we love, it moves so fast and yet when mundane tasks roll around , time turns into a snail.

Truth is, time is fair— it moves at the same pace for every creature, forever balancing the scale. It is said to be cruel, taking away our loved ones, letting us hold regrets for the rest of our lives. But it is naught but a way to express the passing of moments. No one can hold on forever. It is intangible, slipping through our very fingers despite any pleadings. So make use of every second, send that risky message, reconcile with someone, meet an old friend, countless possibilities await for those who does not let this ‘time’ interfere with their flow of actions.

As you read this short passage, you have become about 30 seconds older. This text is nothing but a mere reminder to cherish what you have, go beyond the restraints of time and live your life.

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wholsome bois <33 and hater sukuna

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i love him so much i swear he needs more attention <3

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Fallen Angel, Choso

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Wow I... 🥹🫶

I'm sorry if these not having titles is confusing.

Rayne Ames x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

"I want to tell you how much you mean to me." - "Then tell me." - "I don't think words would be enough."

If there's a god, then he surely made Rayne in his image. His beauty is no mere decoration - his face is a reflection of the beauty within his soul, and his kindness is something you've never known. But there's no comparing a god to a mortal; he's in a league of his own.

Rayne's so in tune with you, he knows exactly what you need when you need it, like he's in communion with some higher power. He can counter any sadness, even if it's born of your own mind, and he can make you laugh like it's the easiest thing in the world.

Because he loved you before your hearts were united. Because it's you his gaze would always chase. Because you're always on his mind.

But it wasn't love at first sight. A face is one facet, and he found you to be a collection of interests and experiences, of positive and negative qualities, and of everything he could want in a partner. He loves your heart; he knows it like his own, and he's carved his name in it.

He loves the things his eyes can't tell him. There's such a depth to you, and so much to love.

He never thought his feelings would reach you, but he had to try. When he got the words out, it felt like a miracle of the highest order. And when you said you liked him back, he swore to love you all his life.

He'll love you no matter the trial, through joy and sadness, through age and infirmity. And as an expression of this, he'll give you a ring. It's a simple promise ring, but it means so much to you. Rayne sees you in his future, and he wants to court you properly.

He'll do everything right, so he can hold you for a lifetime.

He'll take you on dates whenever he can, and kiss you until you're breathless. You're his Number 1, and he'll prove it to you every day.

Every day is a chance to make you feel special.

You don't know what you did to deserve such a gentleman, but you feel so lucky. You'll make him happy for the rest of his life. You'll be the one he comes home to, the one he talks to when things get tough, and the one he cuddles up to at night.

You'll show him that he'll never be bereft of your love.

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Wow... I... I just fell deeper in love with him

the little things | rayne ames

— synopsis. rayne loves through actions, but sometimes he loves through words

— pairing. rayne ames x gn!reader

— genre. fluff

— word count. 882

— notes. i love rayne so much

Rayne’s adoration for you spans across the neverending distance of space. It’s a feeling that consumes him whole, but he can never convey that through words. You’ve always known that, and it has never bothered you in the slightest. You always told him that he didn’t have to say it if he wasn’t ready. And that only made him love you more.

That’s why Rayne expresses his love in the way he knows best. Actions. He’s always been a firm believer in the importance of actions. They demonstrate his love when words aren’t able to.

Everyday you come home to a plate of freshly cut fruit sitting for you on the table. There’s always a note sitting directly next to it. Rayne doodles a silly bunny onto the paper because he knows it makes you smile. (Little does he know that you keep them in a box hidden deep in your closet).

Rayne caresses your hands whenever you’re both out with friends. He mindlessly traces patterns on them, and his touch is enough to send you floating above the clouds. He compares your hand size with him just so that he can interlock his fingers with yours, holding it for as long as he can before you can complain about them being sweaty.

He’ll be the first to notice your unlaced shoes and will always be the first to tie them back up for you despite how embarrassing it is. Rayne always watches over you when you’re distracted, moving you away from cracks in the road and protecting you from sharp corners by covering them with his own hand.

Your boyfriend will never fail to pay for your meals despite your multiple protests. He holds your bags whenever you go shopping and will deny you any right to assist him. Rayne gives you his whole attention whenever you’re sharing moments that occurred throughout your day.

People ask if your relationship with Rayne is okay, and it sends a pang through your heart. Seeing your boyfriend misjudged based on his intimidating appearance upsets you, and Rayne will always assure you that it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Well,” He would say, gently tangling his hands with yours. “Do you feel loved by me?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then that’s all that matters. Everyone else can fuck off.” He offers you a rare grin before taking your cheeks into his hands, pressing a delicate kiss onto your forehead.

And that in itself is all it takes for all your worries to fade away. Other people don’t see the love that Rayne offers to the people he cares fondly about, but that does not mean it doesn’t exist.

Rayne Ames loves you so much that he’s willing to hold you in his arms for hours just as he’s doing now. It’s one of those days when he’s finally free from responsibilities. No meetings, no business trips, no other pending work. He gets to stay home with you and breathe in the scent of lavender that lulls him to sleep. Together, you drift in and out of naps as his arms lay soundly around your waist. It’s a peace he wishes to live in forever.

You face him. A song that Rayne doesn’t know the name of hums from your mouth. With a touch so light it sends chills down his spine, your fingers brush strands of hair away from his eyes. He leans into your touch, longing for it like a necessity. You smile at him, and Rayne believes it’s the most ethereal thing in the world. The stars swirl in your eyes. He finds himself endlessly lost in them.

Rayne loves you. It’s the most undeniable fact of his life, and it’s about time he makes it a stated reality outside of his head. He inhales softly, the words forming on his tongue, and he lets them go before his brain can tell him otherwise.

“I love you.”

He feels your hand freeze, eyes slightly widening in shock. “What?” You whisper, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I love you,” Rayne repeats, familiarizing himself with the way the words sound out of his mouth, growing comfortable with how they sound. “I love you so much that it is all I think about. I love everything about you, from your perfections to imperfections. You are the best thing the world has to offer, and I love you.”

Your face lights up with brightness to rival the brightest suns. “Say it again.”

Rayne can’t do anything else but comply because he’d do anything to see you this euphoric. “I love you.”

You waste not a single second crashing your lips onto Rayne, molding into each other like you have done so many times in the past. His hand slides from up your waist and onto the familiar softness of your cheek. He kisses you with so much adoration that it makes you dizzy. Between every touch of your lips, he whispers it, repeating the three words like he could never get tired of them. And when you finally pull away, Rayne pulls you in impossibly closer, his heart full of thoughts of you.

Rayne Ames is a firm believer of actions over words, but sometimes, three words are more powerful than all the actions in the world.

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Im moved to tears 🥹😭✨️

Rayne Ames x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Rayne fell in love with you when you shared with him all the contents of your heart, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the iniquitous. He didn’t want to be your friend. He'd always want something more, and he'd always be yearning, desperately hoping that one day you'd see him the way he saw you.

So he took his heart's advice, and he confessed to you.

It was overwhelming, like a dream come true. If he confessed a thousand times, in a thousand lifetimes, you'd say yes every time. You'd choose him over and over, for he's more breathtaking than any sunrise or any star.

You love to hear the thump thump and ba dump of his heart as he holds you close. And he loves to breathe you in as you lie in his arms, while you're drinking in the moonlight together, while you're watching your stars align.

And there's nowhere you'd rather be.

And there's a thousand years of love behind every kiss.

He cooks for you. He smiles when he thinks of you. You're the cause of many a sleepless night, especially on the eve of a date. He's so afraid he'll disappoint you, that he'll do something to break whatever spell had led your heart to him. He'll ask himself if he bought you the right flowers, if he complimented you enough, if he told you he loves you.

He never thought that he'd find someone he could love to distraction, someone he could give the world to. But then he found you, his Heaven on Earth - a Heaven he can kiss and hold. He didn’t think he wanted love, but it's more beautiful than he'd ever imagined.

Rayne found the right one at the right time.

He learns a lot about himself when he's with you, like how his heart smiles when you say his name, how his breath hitches and he falls in love with you again. He's lost count of how many times he's fallen for you.

You can tell him your dreams and he'll make them real. He'll do anything for you. He'll kiss all your scars and all your stretchmarks, and he'll tell you how pretty they are, and he'll look at them like he's never seen anything prettier.

You gave him the home he'd been searching for, you accepted his past and you accept his present. And when he thinks about how happy you make him, it nearly brings him to tears.

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Omg thank you for the food!! These are such detailed headcannons im definitely staying up all night with these scenarios 😫❤️

rayne ames relationship hcs (part ii)

— WARNING: creepy behavior from a guy but that’s it

— author’s note. i feel like the author’s note from when i posted this doesn’t apply anymore, but anyway, this is part two but isn’t actually because i lost the first part when i accidentally deleted my account… again im so sorry. ALSO!! the writing is a little different bc i’m cringing rereading my old stuff. (how did u guys let that slide)

— HUGE HUGE HUGE THANK YOU TO @mikadzukis FOR SAVING MY OLD HCS I AM INDEBTED TO U!!!!

rayne ames loves dates with you. he loves them.

but he especially loves picnic dates

you introduced him to the idea on one of his days off

you promised it wasn’t going to be draining because you knew being a visionary is a taxing job

so he agreed

and he loved it

spread across the red and white checkered picnic blanket are plates of grapes, cheese, and sandwiches. two goblets of iced tea rest on top of a wooden board so they can remain balanced.

rayne’s large hands support his weight as he leans back onto the blanket. the half-blonde cranes his neck to stare up at the leaves. rays of sunlight peek through slivers of space between them. a butterfly flutters its wings above him.

“rayne!” you call for his attention.

your lover hums as a reply before directing his eyes toward you, offering his full attention.

“i made something for you.” you speak, grabbing for another basket on the blanket. you lift up the cover, reaching carefully inside it. you pull out a cake platter and set aside the lid that protected the dessert residing on it.

“it’s a cake!” you continue with a smile. “this is the first time you’ve been off in a while so i thought i could make a cake to celebrate! i even decorated it with some bunnies!”

a small grin grows on the visionary’s face. he pushes himself up. rayne takes the platter out of your hand and gently places it on a free board on the blanket. you’re caught in surprise as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. his head finds warmth in the crook of your neck.

“thank you.” he whispers.

rayne’s protective of you

he knows you’re capable of fighting your own battles, but there are certain situations where he just had to take care of it

if someone’s saying things about you or harassing you, he isn’t going to tolerate that

the entirety of easton knows not to mess with you, because messing with you means messing with rayne, and no one wants to put themselves through that

he’s already scary enough as is so all it takes is a couple of threats for the person to leave cowering in fear

you wait outside of the café as rayne uses the restroom. people of all ages each other as they navigate their ways theough marchétte street. one of them approaches you, but it’s not rayne.

“so what’s a fine thing like you doing alone here in the street.” a guy smirks, trailing his eyes up and down your body. you shift uncomfortably. he’s definitely a few years older than you and inches taller than rayne. a single line cuts through his right cheek, indicating his level of magic.

you swallow down an anxious gulp before speaking. “i’m with my boyfriend.”

“tell me gorgeous,” the man’s hand travels down the path of your jaw. you’re disgusted by his touch. “does your boyfriend like to share?”

“i really think you should go.” you respond firmly, shoving the grimy hand away from your face.

the guy chuckles, raising his hands in defense. “no need to get aggressive, sweetheart! i just want to know!”

“and who the hell are you?” a familiar deep voice says from behind you. you turn around to discover rayne, and your eyes light up at his appearance. you’re well acquainted with the detachment and chilling coldness of rayne’s gaze, but now, there’s a fire behind them.

rage.

he’s pissed.

recognition becomes evident in the man’s face, and it dawns on him that he just messed with a divine visionary’s lover, but before he can retreat, rayne steps in front of you. he yanks your harasser down to your level. you don’t know what the half-blonde says, but it’s clear that it sparks fear into the features of the other man. once rayne’s finishes with him, he apologizes profusely before running away in the opposite direction.

the anger behind rayne’s eyes fade; they soften when he finds your gaze. “are you okay.”

you grin. “yeah, now that you’re here.”

rayne lets you wear his robes

whenever you hang out in his dorm, your first instinct is to go through his closet and take them

when you first did it, he was going to protest

but you looked so cute i. them that he decided to let it slide

you especially like wearing them when you nap

though you wearing his robes does pose some problems for him from time to time

“you’re late,” orter points out from his seat at the table. his fingers slide the frame of his glasses up his nose. “and where’s your visionary robe?”

rayne strolls past the desert came, not bothering to answer for his actions. he didn’t want to admit—especially to orter of all people—the reason behind his missing robe.

this morning, just as he was almost ready to leave for the divine visionary meeting, rayne realized that he was missing his robe. the half-blonde searched ever crevice of his dorm but to no avail. rayne sighed, reaching the conclusion that you accidentally took it.

yesterday, he had to run a quick errand while you were napping. upon his return, rayne discovered that you had left. you scribbled a message on a notepad, explaining that you didn’t want to keep intruding. you were probably too tired to realize that you had his war robe in your possession.

rayne could waste any more time making a trip to your dorm. it was a bit of a distance from his. the best decision at the moment was to let you have it and attend the meeting without it.

that is how he ended up in this situation, late and stuck sitting next to ryoh.

“y/n has your robe, don’t they?” ryoh teases in a whisper. for some reason, ryoh had discovered rayne’s relationship with you. whenever the two visionaries crossed paths, his senior never fails to mention you.

the sword cane doesn’t respond. “that’s a yes, isn’t it?” ryoh continues with a shit-eating grin. he pokes the arm of the boy next to him

rayne inhales. gods, he was not going to hear the end of this.

whenever you and rayne are apart due to his job as divine visionary, you communicate through letters sent by owls

he talks about the places he’s at and shit talks the people he doesn’t like

you tell him about you classes and how things are back at the academy, especially things going on within the adler dorm

and you occasionally give him updates on finn because you know deep down rayne cares about him

an owl lands on the sill of the open window of rayne’s temporary room. the animal clamps down on an browned envelope placed in its beak. rayne approaches the bird, and it drops the letter into his hands before flying off.

the mattress of the bend sinks under rayne’s weight when he sits on it. he unfolds the piece of parchment in his hands unsealing the envelope. his eyes scan down the letter that reads:

dear rayne,

how’s your trip? i hope nothing’s gone bad. things back at easton have been the same as usual, but it’s not that fun without you here.

classes are boring, but that’s nothing new. i might rip my brain out. i’ve been baking to try and cope. by the way, when you get back, you have to try this cheese tart i made. i had your brother and a friend of his try them. they seemed to like it a lot. i don’t know the name of the kid yet, but he wants me to make cream puffs next time. he says they’re a lot better than cheese tarts so you’ll have to try those too.

speaking of finn, he’s doing extremely well. he’s making lots of friends which is really nice to see. he always seems nervous to talk to me though. am i intimidating or something. i don’t think i am. unless you’ve been saying some things about me then i think we’re gonna have a problem…

gods, i miss you so much. come back soon. i’ll be waiting for you always. take care of yourself and don’t stress too much. i love you.

- y/n

p.s. please get me a souvenir. thank you! i love you, again.

rayne stands up, finding a sheet of paper and a quill. he pulls out a chair by a table. a slight smile flashes on the visionary’s face as he writes back to you—his home.

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The ending was so hot no cyap 🥰❤️✨️

Tokyo's Way! I want to live a surreal life Avoiding templates, and creating an original story Tokyo's Way! In the overflowing crowd I'm looking for, my own path! Let's run at a full-speed sprint, at my own pace, and in my own way!

Mashle: Magic and Muscles Second Season Ending - Mash and Friends' Car Trip to Tokyo

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My heart did backflips 🥹❤️❤️

I've had this in my drafts for a while, but I just saw an amazing piece by @caelivir and I got inspired to finish it.

Rayne Ames (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Rayne didn’t think happiness was meant for him. Not in this life. But you took his heart like it had always been yours - like he'd loved you in every lifetime, like he'd always fallen first, and always fallen hard. Maybe your souls just belonged together.

When he met you, it was like the world whispered, "They're here now; everything will be okay."

You understand each other. He's a loyal and devoted boyfriend, whose love can't be bound to the realm of linguistics, but he can speak the language of your heart, and you know his every weakness.

When you hold his hand, when his head is in your lap and you're stroking his hair, when you fall asleep against him…that's happiness.

He loves you like there's no-one else in the world - because for him, there isn't. His heart could know no better; it never wants for love or for warmth. You give him everything.

He doesn't know who made the first move, or when. It's so natural, like you're loving his past, his present and his future, all at once. And for him, you feel like home - a home that's been there all his life.

Maybe time just isn't a boundary in love.

You do whatever is asked of each other. "I need you to look after Finn for me." "What am I, the Ames Family pet?"

He melts every time you touch him, whether it's to brush his hair behind his ear, or to hug him. And he loves to pick you up. Piggy-back or bridal-style - as long as he can feel you close, he loves it.

He protects you as though losing you could kill him, or as though your love is the panacea for even death itself. He wants to be the person you rely on; he wants to be your hero. Even if your strength surpasses his.

He gets downright homicidal if anyone hurts you.

You have matching bunny pjs, for the nights you spend together.

And he loves to watch you. Your smile, your laugh - they're like little samples of Heaven, and he can't get enough.

I guess you make him greedy.

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HOLYYYYY this is such beautiful writing!!

TO PROMISE LIFE. rayne ames

content. fluff. 549 wc. soft & clingy rayne and domestic fluff. (its a perfect combo.)

there are a myriad of things rayne ames is uncertain of. a divine visionary does not equal a god, by all means, he isn't one.

but he listens to his breathing sometimes, aware of his heart knocking against his ribcage, as if calling him, that he is human. and it's saying that he's perfect just the way he is.

it's not until you point these little mundane things out, he swears his life has never been this peaceful before. or rather, you both build a place to shelter amidst the chaos—he leaves them to the shoes by the time he comes home, taking them off and placing it beside yours neatly. he'll wear them again tomorrow, but for now, it will stay there until he has his arms wrapped around your torso, where skin meets skin all warm and familiar. where he would ask if you had done the laundry yet, or if the lamp has been fixed. where he would rest with you and whisper beneath your shared blanket of sweet nothings like a secret.

where he would promise to see you tomorrow, he is no god, dear no he isn't, but something as simple as to gently cradle his life and body after all the bloody work he has done— as simple as breathing, he will do it, and a promise is only to seal it. (a deep kiss doesn't count, although it can be a form of expression, his way of presenting his love when words fail him.)

there’s so much uncertainty in his life—things that should worry him—but it doesn’t.

he begins to understand why, even just by a fraction. it’s when you take him to the beach for his lungs to taste the salty chilly air and let the soles of his feet sink under the sand, feel the slight dampness as he sits next to you, and watch the first light break into the horizon. pastel pink hues smearing across the vast blue that is the sky, and sky kisses the sea with glistening jewels. this is where sky and sea will meet, inseparable, something he cannot distinguish as they blend together.

he puts a small amount of pressure on his fingers where they trace across your palm, his thumb on your wrist, bunny beaded bracelet that matches his. he feels your pulse. the beats singing a song he holds so dear. you’re human, perfect just the way you are.

skin meets skin. like sky meets the sea. he will not worry of things he can’t control.

“this is nice.” he voices out, your head rests against his shoulder.

you hum in agreement, a smile coming into place. “told you so.”

when you look at him and he looks at you. everything is tender, from the kiss in your temple to the arms that envelop you whole and firm and the absolute rarity of him muttering “i love you” against your chest. you could cry from how he says it, like he has so much to give. you could cry from so many things.

you say it back just as quietly. the both of you bathed in the soft light. you allow yourself to sink into his embrace, you believe in the promise of life, together with rayne, two halves as a whole.

notes. @seneon for both of us bc we are so horrendously and sickeningly ill in love with rayne ♡

© kyoghurts. ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

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Such ethereal artwork ♡♡

MASHLE doodles

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THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING EVER LIKE THE KISS SCENE WAS PERFECTION

hidden lights | rayne ames

— synopsis. reading rayne ames is impossible. that's why you don't get why he offers to take you out on a date after you've been stood up again.

— pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader

— genres. modern au, you and rayne are roommates, fluff, you’re so oblivious it hurts, rayne's most likely ooc towards the end but we do it for plot,

— warnings. one kys thrown in at the end but it’s not in a serious manner

— word count. 3.2k

— notes. in honor of triple liner rayne being animated. i have quite literally been waiting to see it animated for years. also hi.

you can never tell what rayne ames is thinking. he wears the same cold, uninterested glare on his face at all times of the day. he never speaks unless spoken to, never lets you know when he leaves the apartment, never does anything to show that he actually has emotions.

you're asked on the daily how you survive rooming with him, and in all honesty, it's really not that bad. he does his half of the chores, and he doesn't leave his shit all over the apartment. really, the guy's only problem is his lack of emotion. it drives you up the wall.

finn says not to take it to personally during the one day he visited his brother. apparently, he's like that with everyone, but he's still a good guy. it just takes time.

you would like to believe that, but rayne makes that extremely difficult to believe when he looks like he wants to kill every person who so happens to exist in his direction.

so naturally, seeing him so angered after finding out that you've been stood up is surprising. it's an even bigger shock when he offers to take you out on a date instead.

you don't know what compels you to agree. even if you hadn't accepted his offer, something tells you that rayne would've found a way to get you to leave with him so there's no use in trying to deny him in this matter.

that's why you allow him to drive all the way to marchétte street, where a night market is being held in full swing. the road has all sorts of stalls lined up one after the other, ranging from foods to clothes. but because the marchétte night market is ridiculously popular, the place is packed to the brim with people.

rayne offers his hand once he notices that you're daunted by the crowds. you stare at him with surprise. when you don't make a move to accept this action, rayne huffs before grabbing your hand. he interlocks his fingers with yours and drags you into marchétte street's traffic.

the first thing you note is that rayne's hands are surprisingly warm and soft. for someone so incapable of talking, his touch is strangely reassuring.

he drags you to a vendor selling takoyaki. and even as he orders, rayne doesn’t let go of your hand.

“what do you want?” he says into your ear so that he doesn’t have to yell over all the noise. the feeling of his breath fanning over your skin sends shivers down your spin. it's maddening.

“oh. uh-” your eyes quickly scan over the menu, and you blurt out the first item that you read. out of habit you reach for your wallet, but rayne is quick to shut you down.

“absolutely not.” he grumbles, letting your hand drop to your side so he can pull out his cash. rayne hands the amount to the girl at the register, and she hands back his change that he drops into the tip jar.

“thanks.” you say quietly, still so flustered about the entire situation.

rayne only studies you before humming in acknowledgement. “come on.” he guides his hand to your upper back, moving you out the way so you can wait on the side for your orders.

it’s during this time you really look at rayne as if that would provide you with the answers you need to understand him. you try to wrap your head around it. you draft up every possible explanation, but none of them seem to make sense.

unless… it couldn’t be… does rayne like you? you shake your head, dismissing the thought as soon as it crosses your mind. no, that’s absurd, the furthest thing from logical. this is rayne ames we’re talking about. in the five months that you’ve been living together, you two have never had a solid conversation. how could he ever like someone he’s barely talked to?

you're about to confront rayne about his intentions until your number order is called, and all the courage you built up crumbles away as rayne leaves you to go pick up your takoyaki.

still, whatever his reasons for doing this may be, this is a rare opportunity to come by, and that means that maybe rayne doesn't have to continue being a stranger. maybe you can get under those layers and find that good guy finn said was there.

"i never knew marchétte had a night market." you say, breaking the silence as the two of you walk side by side through the market.

"i didn't either." rayne admits, poking his fork into one of the octopus balls, and shoving the whole thing into his mouth.

"what?" your face scrunches in disbelief. "then how'd you find out?"

"i asked finn as we were going down to the garage." your date shares nonchalantly.

you turn to look at rayne with the intent of questioning him further, but the sight of his cheeks bulging with food makes you burst out in a fit of giggles.

"what?" rayne asks, narrowing his eyes at you. you bite your lip to contain your laughter. your gaze falls on a mixture of crumbs and sauce that sits on the corner of his mouth, only causing you to smile wider.

"you got a little something there." you gesture at his lips. rayne fumbles for a moment, swiping his fingers around various sections of his mouth, somehow only cleaning half of the mess up.

you shake your head, still grinning up at him. he tenses when your thumb grazes the edges of his lips. you can feel his eyes staring deep into you, and you have to ignore the way it makes your stomach flip.

"all done." you whisper, wiping the remainders on the napkin in your hand.

rayne doesn't say anything regarding what occurred, only urging you to follow him further down marchétte street.

you swear that you see the tips of his ears go red, and something about that makes you all fuzzy inside.

as the night progresses, you and rayne abide your time by visiting stalls. well, it's more like you choose which ones interest you the most, and rayne follows behind. you comment on certain items that look nice; sometimes, you ask for your roommate's opinions to decide on whether something will be worth your money or not. to your surprise, rayne's advice is solid, and you end up listening to him.

at some point, you convinced him to buy a pair of absurdly looking mugs for the apartment. he fought you hard on it, saying that a mug shaped like a fish is extremely inconvenient, but in the end, you won with insistent begging.

when the two of you both got bored of the market, you decide to take rayne to one of your favorite spots in the city.

"the park? really?" rayne gives you a dead stare.

"hey, don't judge." you pout. "i love this place."

"why? no offense, but i don't think parks are all that special."

"i feel like i can take a step back here and just a catch a break from everything," you answer honestly. "sometimes, i sit down and watch people as they live their lives, and something about that is strangely comforting. it makes me want to keep going."

rayne doesn't follow up on your words, but you can tell that he's really considering them, and that brings a smile onto your face.

"plus, i feel like it's a good place for when you want to talk to someone." you grab onto your roommate's wrist. "come on let's go to the swings."

you practically drag rayne to the playground, which is completely deserted, but that's to be expected when it's already 10p.m. no parent would be dumb enough to bring their kid out this late.

you force rayne onto the the swing next to you, and all he does is sit there, unwilling to indulge himself in such a simple joy. annoyed with him, you hop off your own set, coming behind him.

"what are you doing?" rayne whips his head around as your hands plant themselves firmly on his back.

"oh live a little." you huff, mustering up enough strength to push him. the swing rocks forwards and comes back. even as rayne complains and threatens you, you continue to push him, watching as he goes higher and higher. he may be masking it, but you can tell that he's enjoying it.

you finally give up when your arms grow sore and a layer of sweat coats your face. slumping back into the swing beside rayne, you breathe heavily. "man, that was a workout."

"i told you to stop." your date reminds you, shooting you a look.

"you can be honest, rayne. i know you liked it."

"i did not."

"yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that." you wave him off, laughing.

for a minute, neither of you say anything. you're the one who said that the park is a place where you can talk openly with someone, yet there's not a single topic that you can think to bring up.

luckily, rayne swoops in to save it. "can i ask you something?" your half-blonde roommate asks, something more serious laced in his voice. it makes you swallow a lump in your throat. an anxious feeling creeps into your body.

"of course you can."

"why did you bother giving that guy a chance?"

it's easy to know exactly who he's referring to. you shrug. "he's nice and has good energy."

"but he had stood you up two times in the past though. clearly he isn't as nice as you make him out to be. you seriously can't be that dumb to have fallen for it three times."

that statement in itself should get you mad (even though he would be right), but there's something peculiar in what he said that had you ignoring the jab altogether. "how'd you know he stood me up twice before? i never told you that."

at that, rayne freezes, eyes blowing wide open. it's so obvious that he's trying to find an excuse right now, but you push further.

"who told you that, rayne?" you lean closer, watching as his ears turn beet red. you're not even angry with him. it's mostly curiosity making you push him. not to mention that seeing him in a flustered state is entertaining and quite cute.

"max did." your roommate finally admits albeit quietly.

you pull your head back. "max? as in max land? how the hell does he know?"

"your dates happened to be at the restaurant he works at."

"why would he bother telling you that though?" you wonder. "up until tonight, i don't think it concerned you."

"it did though." the half-blonde mumbles, thinking you wouldn't hear, but you do anyway.

"what?" you press.

"forget it." rayne shakes his head, growing irritated.

"no. fuck that.." you seethe, annoyed at his unwillingness to be honest with you. rayne bites his tongue to hold back. you see it. "don't act like this. just tell me, or i swear to god i'll text max right now-"

"it's because i knew that i could treat you better." the words rush out of rayne's mouth as he snaps his head toward you. the fire in his eyes die as he locks his gaze onto you. the harsh emotion written across his features softens. you can feel your own exasperation slipping away like that of a retreating ocean tide. he grimaces in regret, knowing that he didn't mean to let that slip out, but he did anyway. it's out in the open, and now you knew.

surely, you're hearing things wrong. perhaps you're misunderstanding what he just said. how could that be misinterpreted though? it's such a painfully straightforward statement, yet it still doesn't make any sense.

rayne sighs. it's like he can already hear your thoughts and your confusion. the least he can do is clear the air and dump everything onto you while he can. "i didn't expect to feel like this," he begins to explain. "when i moved in, i just assumed you'd be another person i wouldn't pay attention to. i'm sure you know how i am. i don't bother getting to know people, but a lot of people feel the need to force themselves into my life, and shit like that pisses me off. but you didn't do that. you introduced yourself, explained the ground rules of the apartment, and then left me alone."

"so... you like the fact that i leave you alone?" you tilt your head.

"shut up. let me finish."

"okay."

"but yeah, that's part of it. you keep your distance, but you still try to show that you care. you don't do anything groundbreaking. it's just that the small things you do for me got to me. it may sound dumb to you, but it meant a lot to me."

suddenly, you're hit like a train because you know exactly what rayne means. you recall all the times you ensured that there was dinner for him, the times you moved his laundry into the dryer when he forgot to do it himself, and the times you restocked his favorite snacks when they ran out. you hadn't realized that you did any of that. it just came naturally, no hidden meaning behind it.

"oh." you breathe out, blinking.

rayne nods, continuing. you're honestly floored over the fact that he still has more to say. "you don't notice it. at least, i don't think you do, but at some point, i tried doing the same for you. i started paying more attention to you and what you liked and how you liked things done. i did it mostly to pay back your kindness, but over time i continued just 'cause i liked seeing your smile."

you have to process that for a minute, piecing together how certain events lined up until it finally clicks into place. "s-so the island vase-"

"i replace the flowers because you like them fresh."

"the key holder?"

"you always forgot to bring your keys until i installed it."

"when you put on movies-"

"i check your letterboxd and hope that you'll sit and watch them with me."

"when i put on movies-"

"i sit with you because i want to be near you."

your jaw falls open. never in a million years could you have expected this. you thought that rayne could care less about your existence, but the reality was that that was far from the truth. cold, aloof rayne was always doing things for you. all this time, you've been so oblivious.

still, there's more to the story so you stay quiet, letting him get his feelings off of his chest. "to be honest, i was never going to say anything. max tried convincing me to confess on multiple occasions, but i was dead set on letting it pass. i didn't think you liked me in the same way anyway.

"but then you came home today and you told me about your date and i just got so... angry," rayne clenches his fist around the chains of the swing. the whole situation infuriates him every time he thinks about it. "it just wasn't fair. you spent so much time into looking your best just for that asshole to go and waste your effort. you're so beautiful, so kind and understanding, and i fucking hate the fact that he's been taking advantage of that.

"i really wasn't thinking clear when i proposed this date to you, but god after tonight, i'd do it all over again. i wanted you to know what it's like to be with someone who does care about you. i wanted to see you smile. i wanted to hear stories. i want you so badly it's all i can think about sometimes.

"i know this is a lot, and i'm freaking you out right now. i'm sorry but you-"

"rayne." you interrupt with a big smile on your face. he was unaware to the fact that you had got up.

"for fucks sake, can you let me finish? this is already weird enough for me to talk about as is." he rolls his eyes, narrowing his gaze at you, blush splashed across his cheeks. still, without any resistance, you pull him up from his swing by his wrists.

"then don't." you whisper as you pull him in.

and the moment you crash your lips onto rayne's, the world stops. he instantly melts into you, the palms of his hands finding the soft skin on your cheeks. your hands tangle themselves into his hair. his lips are incredibly soft. a faint taste of matcha and sugar syrup dances on his tongue from the boba he drank earlier. a noise of approval vibrates down his throat, and you can't help but smile against his lips.

rayne wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. you get what he was talking about earlier. this kiss is all it takes to prove it to you. you feel his affection and desire all at once. every single bone in your body is so aware of how much rayne ames cares about you.

when you finally pull away for air, it's like a smile is permanently tugged onto your lips. rayne trains his eyes onto you, engraining every detail of this moment into his head.

a comfortable silence falls as each of you take your time to catch your breaths. your stare finds its way up, admiring the night sky. there are barely any stars out tonight. no, that part isn't remotely true, not fully anyway, because light pollution drowns out stars and their lights. the reality is that there are billions of stars hanging high out of reach; they just go unseen.

rayne is kinda like that you realize. finn was right. his brother is a good guy. there's a hidden light within him behind all those aloof layers of his. you just have to squint and maybe put on some prescription glasses is order to see it. it's a shame it took you five months to to really acknowledge it. but now that you've finally found a glimpse of it, you'll continue to clear past the fog. you want to know every part of rayne and see his light just as he did with you. you want him to be able to shine at his full brightness with no fear. you'll take rayne ames for all that he is.

"come on," you coo, a lovestruck look in your eyes as you slip your hand into rayne's. "let's go home."

bonus:

rayne: finn, give me a date spot quick finn: are you actually going on a date? rayne: stop asking questions finn: there's a night market on marchétte street. finn: are you seriously going on a date though? finn: hello? finn: rayne. finn: stop leaving me on read. finn: is it (y/n)? finn: it is her, huh? finn: asshole.

delisaster: hey sorry delisaster: can we reschedule for next saturday? y/n: kys y/n: lol sorry that was my bf delisaster: bruh what? delisaster: did you have a bf this whole time? *this message could not be sent* delisaster: did you fucking block me? *this message could not be sent*