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⊹Tomorrow⊹

— after breaking up with boyfriend, kook!reader went to a party with new friends on the other side of the island. but it was already late, and finally the overwhelming feelings told her to go home, and the only option to leave was to call her childhood friend rafe cameron, with whom her and her companys relationship was to a little tense.

tonight from the very beginning went not according to your plan. none wants to break up with your boyfriend and then go to party in the company of completely unfamiliar but such funny girls on the other side of the island.

but if initially the whole idea seemed extremely exciting to you and breakup wasnt so painful, by 1am when all your new friends managed to get somewhere and leave you alone, the only thing you wanted was to leave here as far as possible.

you hadnt talked to your parents for already several days after that last argument about your grades at school and things with pogues. and attempts to call any of them were unsuccessful. so none of the safe people could pick you up. 

and you didnt know why, but the only option that came to mind - very absurd, literally one of the last contacts whose number you would like to call now - was rafe. in childhood you often were spending time in tannyhill, being the best friends with Sarah, you were good friends with him either. he was the best older friend that you could ever imagine - cheerful and protective. and everything was good until he got involved in drugs, friendship topper and kelce and other things. he was slightly crazy before but when you deal with this half of your life, always being close to him, it begins to be nothing special which you can easily get used to.

after seventeen his addiction didnt get any better, so he was too often frighteningly out of his mind. from that time when he completely hated sarah and you for choosing the wrong side, you almost didnt talk. nevertheless at parties threw by ward and rose in their familys estate, where you were always called, he couldnt ignore you and always tried to communicate warmly, talking about moments from your childhood, or threatened you and the pogues with whom you were hanging out. recently, she only noticed his long views on herself, without any attempts to communicate.

recently you only noticed his long stares on yourself, without any attempts to communicate.

and now when you were hanging around in an unknown house, and there werent any sober people around, rafe was your last hope to get home earlier than the evening of the next day. even if you would have to be patient about his bullying or maybe a few attempt to kill you.

so you called rafe. his name with hearts and bows that reminded you about better years havent appeared in call history for too long to call him like that. and you were nervous. a lot. 

when after short beeps, he pick up the phone you sighed loudly either from fear or from the rational thoughts that came your mind too late.

"am i dreaming? are you mistaken in the number? you were forced to call the "dick cameron" at the gunpoint or am i listed in your contacts?"

only a second of communication with him was enough to you regret your impulsive decisions. you shouldnt do that, it was stupid. what did she expected?

"forget it rafe. consider that i didnt call."

"wait- wait". whats happened? "

“im telling you its nothing” you were upset about your belief that he could change. "just another mistake."

the group of girls and boys near you screamed too loudly encouraging some mia to kiss some max. from their screams she scowled and moved away, wanted to disconnect the call and deal with the problem of your the trip home on your own. 

"where are you?" - it seemed like he heard these exclamations around you. 

"some party, i dont know."

"are you drunk?"

"no." lie would seem such a correct answer.  why did he need this information? "i mean yes. a little." but you didnt like to lie. especially to him. you never knew how.

"do you know where you are? At least an approximate address?" it seemed that that on that phrase he rose from somewhere. 

"i have no idea. i was taken here by car, and I didnt look out the windows."

"send me your location, ill come."

"rafe?" you was really surprised by that answer. 

“do you have someone to stay with until i come?”

"the girls with whom i arrived disappeared somewhere. i don't know anyone here except them."

"shit. then just be somewhere away from others, okay? did you got that? i will try to be there faster. how much charge is left on your phone?" you heard some noise, as if he picked up the keys

"half of it."

"good. then dont disconnect the call, okay? Just so that i know that no one killed you."

rafes voice sounded very carefully. it was too comfortable compared to what you were used to hear when you both still could talk to each other without screams and mutual claims. 

it was terrible to admit but you even missed that kind of communication.

in the dynamics of the phone you heard door slam and the sound of the engine. it only remained to wait. 

rafe as promised for the whole road didnt drop the call. sometimes he asked you something when he hadnt heard a word from you for a long time. she answered reluctantly. it was wierd to share any information with him, even if it was just something like “im fine” after his question. too much time has passed and you already meant nothing to each other. its just some good and some very not good memories that after years only had nostalgia and warmth in aftertaste.

when you noticed his car which you had ignored before in every possible way on kildares roads, disconnect the call and went closer to the parking. when rafes car stopped he immediately got out of the cabin and came out to her.

"are you okay?"

all you could was grin. you didnt remember that he had once been so paranoidly caring about anything.

"for the seventh time. yes, im fine."

“you are all the same caustic as before” rafe bowed his head as a bird and stretched his lips quite familiar to her.

“and i am also so happy to see you.”

all with the same smile he looked at her from head to toe.

"are you cold?"

you certainly werent going to complain about her physical condition. but still, you dressed that short dress from a very thin flying fabric not hoping that you would stay in it for so long.

“dont say that you will give me your jacket.” if you put it on you probably would have drowned in its size. "no, thank you, ill survive without it."

rafe looked at you bending the eyebrow as if he had considerer you the most stupid girl of all he met and opened the trunk.

"actually, i have a blanket, but if you really want to freeze…"

now she was a little embarrassed for her thoughts and assumptions.

"okay, fine, ill take it"

you went to rafe to pick up a blanket that was still untouched by him, but as soon as you were nearby he quickly threw it on your shoulders and closed the trunk, deciding not to make a big scene out of that. then he immediately left to open you door to the passenger place inviting you to sitting.

for some time you rode in silence. there was nothing to tell you about, despite the fact that she was very trying to choose at least some neutral topic that did not lead directly to the argument, so you can thank him in that really weird way for disturbing him that late. but in the end never inventing anything suitable, she let go of any thoughts and lay down on the back.

"i heard you are single now." rafes voice scared quite a bit, but fortunately didnt let you fall asleep. whether it was on purpose or not you of course didnt know.

you thought that the news in the figure eight diverge too fast and get to absolutely unwanted people.

"and what, do you want make fun of me?" for the first time in all the time, while you two were driving, you decided to look at him.

"no, its… cool." - rafe also decided to turn his had to you and smile.

"cool"? whats cool about this?" you heard a laugh from him as if you everything you sad really was a joke.

"hes such a dick. i think you even knew it yourself. i never understood why you chose him at all."

"and it is said by a person who almost killed his sister. twice."

"and it is said by a person who voluntarily called this person, and now is sitting in his car wrapped in his blanket and calmly going home."

and he was truly right. what were you doing there? what were you doing there with him? why did you get so calm next to him? why did you almost fell asleep as if it werent him threatened the lives of your friends not even once?

you began getting out of the blanket, which now seemed to you very disgusting.

rafe noticing the movement on your part turned to you.

"what are you doing?" with his free hand he again forced you to hide tightening the fabric on top of your body. “i took a blanket specially for you. it was just a joke, not a reproach. you got it?

you really wanted to tell something bad again so you wouldnt be in weak position. but you were already accused of being too acutely tuned. so you didnt want to match the expectations, and for some reason only the truth came out of your mouth.

"you can consider that i called old rafe."

"you can consider that it was to him that you got through."

you turned to the rafe more to confirm the absence of a mockery in his tone also in his appearance. but his face was absolutely devoid of any hint of fun.

“listen, i understand that ive been behaving like an idiot recently.” he caught your completely indignant look. "okay, maybe worse than an idiot. sometimes it just happens, and i cant control it. i dont know what it is. drugs, life, demons… maybe all together… but im trying, alright? im trying not to make it worse. every time you and your friends interfere in my business, i try so hard not to hurt anyone. at least you."

you tried to understand what rafe said for a long time. he made excuses. to you. for his terrible actions. even without an apology. he just admitted the fact of the influence of his actions on others. could you really take it like that easily and melt from these words?

"you know i loved you from my middle school. every day i was glad to just see you nearby. to be friends with you was generally my greatest achievement. and then happened, well, you know… everything." you dint turn to the rafe, but you definitely felt how tense he was. as if he didnt breathe at all. "i was upset that we were no longer so close. Then i got a relationship and everything seemed so logical and correct. and now i dont know why i was in those relationship at all. even a little i didnt feel to him what felt.. or maybe fell…" you said the last phrase almost soundlessly. "to you."

familiar landscapes and streets flashed in front of your eyes. for some time no one said a word.

"do you think, i can still…" rafes fingers gently touched the back of your palm.

you should respond that touch or finally cut off everything, removing his hand. but you froze because you didnt know at all what you should do, what would be right to do and what you would like to do. all this would have three completely different outcomes.

"ask me tomorrow."

thoughts clouded her mind that she didnt notice when the car stopped in front of tannyhill.

"why am i here?"

you turned to him, but he already was looking at you. openly, clearly. so it almost felt like it was that rafe in whom she once managed to fall in love.

"so that tomorrow will come faster"

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⊹he was a gentleman⊹

— looking at her moles, female!reader thought about the tenderness of a lover from a past life but rafe did not agree with that

that late morning you were laying in bed, waiting for rafe returning from the shower. in your hands out of habit was the phone and tiktok which at least somehow helped you not fall asleep again.

thats why rafe closed the door to the bathroom and found you looking at your arms and legs with smile on your lips. when he asked you about what you were doing you showed him one of the videos that appeared in your recommendations that day. on the screen was a girl who showed moles on her neck, cheek, fingertips. collarbone and forearm, on top of which was imposed the inscription "he was a gentleman". it was assumed that it was tenderly adored places of her lover's kisses from her past life.

"look, "he" really was a gentleman."

you touched fingertips on your especially noticeable moles: on the pack of palms, on wrists, left shoulder and chin.

it was very heartwarming to imagine that even your last version someone could treat so delicately and reverently by kissing such innocent places.

when you raised your eyes back to the rafe he was not so joyful. No, he wasnt serious, angry or something like that. he just looked at you too confused to understand your emotions.

"he?" you couldnt guess what he meant by that. "maybe you wanted to say "me"?"

you already looked confused too by that time.

“do you really can imagine that even in a past life i could let some man kiss you?”

finally you understood what he was talking about.

"you want to say, it is traces of your touches and your tenderness?

you didnt have time to notice when rafe managed to get to you that close and when he managed to grin at you with your favorite look.

"do you doubt it, huh?"

rafes lips touched all the places where your fingers passed before. it seemed that it was even more familiar and weightless than your own hands. you were so used to feel your favorite kind of touches on skin. each time it was speaking to your heart in the most beautiful way, with even greater impulses and even more trembling.

referring to your past life which you didnt even know excited it seemed extremely charming that rafe so confidently defended his theoretical participation in the fate of that version of yourself.

he was always incredibly sweet, kind and gentle with you. and imagining him being the same gallant with your ancestor several dozen or maybe even hundreds of years ago, was extremely gratifying.

"dont pass on my merits in the form of your most beautiful moles to someone else, okay? i was that gentleman. and I am still actually."

and you hadnt a single reason to confront him.

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wandering the bouquets

she never took signs seriously, no matter how sophisticated they would have believed that this was all stupid things and remnants of the past, remaining from the older generations. indeed, it was strange to perceive information about the lack of luck equally, forgetting to look in the mirror upon returning home, and a dark freezer night notifying the end of winter, although the calendar could have said about this.

but there should be at least one exception of everything, and in this in the question she had it.

she believed that she sincerely liked, and she liked the flowers and the one who gave them.

and not to think that any bouquets give to her are completely not talented in any form of gardening, including in the care of the stems, the beloved joseph, unlike plants brought on her birthday from work, and standing completely untouched and elegant more than a week, not corny, but only drying, were a manifestation of pure love, after that she could not.

from the very beginning of their relationship, joseph laid the foundation for this tradition, bringing bouquets for every date they've had. then and she, passing by flower shops, could not resist, so as not to give him roses, alstromeria, tulips or something else, very beautiful. similar spontaneous desires appeared so often that now in two apartments, completely every room contained a vase, pleased with his appearance and reminded that somewhere along the streets of the city there is such a lovely person.

even in moments when she, as now, returned home from work in the store completely exhausted, one glance at the flowers in the corridor was enough to perceive at least a little and call joseph, reassuring his excitement about her late being on the street.

the lover, that was at home, listened to her tired voice, asked to make sure she'll be relax as soon sa possible and hastily said goodbye. there was enough such familiar and good communication to make enthusiasm for warming up yesterday's dinner.

when she dragged the dishes, gathered to sit on the balcony with a cigarette, and then reading the magazine, the entrance bell made a sound. she did not wait for anyone in the late evening, but it was still worth checking.

she opened the door, but instead of a man in a crack from a chain coming from a jamb, peonies and their sweet smell appeared.

"my june lilia." a favorite voice that came over her ear when the female hands, which unfastened the additional protection, wrapped around his neck, finely touching the soft skin a thousand times.

joseph was extremely cute when again and again invented her new nicknames based on the names of the flowers that she especially liked. they changed at a completely unexpected moment and forced her heart to bask.

"spring iris."

she liked to call him beloved in honor of the first flowers that she gave to him, then making him especially beautiful in embarrassment.

more than a year passed from their first bouquets, and now the flowers were about them. flowers were "them".

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afterparty

her evening was going as planned. she was sitting in the front row at the men's fashion show of the clothing brand she had been actively working with for several years. of course, she liked watching this action, being its silent part, otherwise she would not be in the modeling industry. but after all the fashion shows, many things had become boring: the same faces, rarely subject to diversity, similar concepts, alternating from season to season, kitsch, reaching incredible proportions, but flowing from one podium to another. perhaps, if it were not about the important collaboration for her, she would have preferred to spend her rare free time in the company of her best friends. but now it was stupid and late to think about it.

so she enjoyed what was in front of her. tall men and boys of different ages, heights, appearances, clothes that would definitely be loved and worn - there was no need to even doubt it.

most of the models, of course, were familiar to her. that's why she immediately noticed a completely new face, never flashed before in their circles. this man was young, refined and elegant. perhaps he could well have been lost among the other flashing silhouettes, if not for the bandage that went around his head and covered his left eye. this was new to her, unusual, provocative... lyrical?

there was something immensely charming about him. she wanted to look at him, observe the inaccessible beauty. he tempted, bewitched, beckoned, without doing anything. that was his amazingness.

at the party after the successfully completed show, organized for friends of the fashion house, she tried to get closer to him. closer, closer, closer. she still didn’t know his name. didn’t know who he was. and he kept talking to someone who didn’t want to give her a chance to talk to him alone. for the first time in a very long time, someone was intriguing her. so that she wanted to approach him, talk to him, without giving away the pleasant tremor that was felt in his anticipation.

when he was finally left by those who admired his walk today, she was able to approach him. he was sitting at the bar, completely detached in his sophistication, like a rose in a secret garden. just as lonely, just as mysterious.

"i've never seen you at shows." she sat down next to him, ordering vermouth for herself.

"the first time." he dazzled her with an extremely charming smile. "joseph descamps." he extended his hand to her in greeting.

she introduced herself. instead of shaking hands, her palm was touched by his tender lips, which immediately stretched out again in a welcoming manner.

he was just as devilishly handsome off the catwalk. it seemed that up close he looked even more amazing than from afar.

"you are incredibly handsome, do you know that?" today she was not ready to restrain herself. definitely not next to him.

"if I was invited to the show, then yes, it is obvious. but thank you, I appreciated the compliment."

joseph shot his gaze in her direction, completely unashamed. and she really liked that about him.

most of the evening flew by completely unnoticed. the communication skills of the two of them, as models who were accustomed to interest everyone, were completely sufficient for the people who had just met and were mutually charmed to spend several hours in each other's company.

joseph intrigued her, as he probably intrigued everyone who appeared nearby. otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the behavior of the party guests, who again and again approached him for a pleasant acquaintance. but he chose her, politely saying goodbye to all of them, and returned to a fluid conversation over various kinds of cocktails. it flattered her, made her revive the jitters that were present before meeting him. because he deserved it. there could be no other option.

expectedly, she needed time to cool down. taking a break under the pretext of smoking was the best solution now. she needed it so as not to do something that she would definitely regret. she didn’t need connections, fleeting ones especially. she was strong enough and loved freedom enough to burden herself with someone.

when she went around the building to hide in the shadows and took a pack of cigarettes out of a miniature clutch, a jacket fell on her shoulders, and a lighter illuminated her face opposite. he said something completely elegant to her and lit both cigarettes.

the two were silent for a while, as if they didn’t want to leave the image that appeared in the expensive hall, and at least a little lose their divinity. the cigarettes had already managed to burn out, they were roughly extinguished with the toes of expensive shoes.

they needed to go back - they could already lose the star of this evening. but they really didn’t want to go into the stuffy room

"are you in a relationship?" joseph's figure was completely indistinguishable.

"no. and you?" although she knew that he was standing very close.

"no." no, she didn't know - she felt it.

there was no time to rest and cool down.

they, as two free and young people, understood why they were asking this.

she grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt, joseph had reached out to her even before that. her lips on his, his lips on hers. a woman's back pressed against the wall of the building, a man's hand wrapped around her waist. they kissed each other, because her inner trembling and his infatuation had reached the point of no return.

for joseph's sake, she was ready to neglect her statement about boundaries. for today, for sure.

"to you or to me?" his voice sounded heated, broken in the breaks between kisses.

"to me." she couldn't recognize herself.

"need to catch a taxi."

they were forced to distract themselves from each other. joseph stopped the car, she gave the address, hoping that they would get there as soon as possible. all the way he stroked her knee, she held his hand, and their eyes never left each other for a second, replacing the inaccessible physical contact.

when they entered the apartment, she offered them a drink out of politeness. she was quite sure that they didn't need it.

joseph unbuttoned her shoes, threw her jacket off her shoulders and pressed his lips to hers again. now their actions were much broader than before.

not wanting to drag it out any longer, they fell onto the sofa, undressing in parallel and helping each other with clothes.

"do you mind if I take off the bandage?" she shook her head.

even in the heat of passion, she found his question extremely sweet and noble.

joseph pulled the fabric off, revealing the scars that covered his eyelid. he waited, giving her time to get used to it.

"still beautiful." she cupped his face in her palms, covering his forehead, eyebrows, corners of his eyes, cheeks and already familiar lips with kisses.

her hands in short curly hair, joseph hanging over her. underwear dropped to the floor. lips on her chest, fingers running down, feminine sensual sighs. two bodies that became one.

more than once they went to her home after the next events of fashion houses where they met. she was self-sufficient, joseph did not need additional social relations. but they always felt good together, and they did not plan to give up each other.