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lvl1l1 · 2 months ago

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LaDS LI’s when your child tells you to “Shut up”

pairings: Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier x F!Reader(separate)

genre: crack

a/n: dead trend i know 😔 has probably been done but it’s time to push my lads children name agenda!

Caleb

Caleb was sitting on the floor of the living room, playing with your six year old daughter, Elysia.

While you were plotting with your 12 year old son in his room.

Eden wasn’t old enough to be on social media, you however, were and you loved nothing more than to stress your husband out.

When you told your son, that you two would get into a faux argument and he was supposed to tell you to “shut up” at the climax of it, he was hesitant.

“But I don’t want to say that to you, mom…”

he had nervously said.

You ruffled his hair, smiling at your sweet boy,

“Aw, sweetheart don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying it maliciously. It’ll be fine this once, just so we can see what your dad is gonna do, okay?”

Still unsure, your 12 year old slowly nodded.

He truly was a carbon copy of Caleb, especially when he looked up so bashfully at you.

“Alright, Eden, ready?”

Your son hummed, leaning into your touch before storming out the door, ready to start the scene.

“I told you, I’ll do it later, mom!”

He slammed the door shut, with you still in the room, the commotion catching Caleb’s attention.

You pushed open the door and followed the tween,

“And I’m telling you to do it now. Drop the attitude and get on with it.”

The boy groaned loudly and dramatically turned around, you made a mental note to treat him to something sweet later for his level of commitment.

You felt Caleb’s eyes on the two of you and it took you a lot to not start laughing.

“I don’t care, I’ll clean up whenever I feel like it, it’s my room!”

“Doesn’t matter! It looks like a bomb exploded in there-“

Caleb finally spoke up, noticing the rising tension,

“Hey, you two, how about-“

before he could finish what he was gonna say, your son perfectly cut in,

“Just shut up mom! Stop telling me what to do!”

Your eyes widened slightly, even though you told him to say it, it was still weird to hear you usually kind and quiet boy raise his voice like that.

You also noticed how Caleb suddenly went silent again, you looked over at your husband and were taken aback by his serious expression.

He immediately got up and you could tell, he was back in Colonel mode.

Your daughter looked at her brother, snickering.

“What makes you think you could talk to your mother like that?”

His voice was cold, missing the usually warmth it had while talking to his children.

He walked over to you two, you and your son frozen in place.

“I don’t remember raising you to be a brat with an attitude. You’ll speak to your mother with respect. Apologise.”

You decided that was enough and stepped between them, placing a hand on Caleb’s chest.

“It’s okay, honey. I told him to say that.”

Caleb looked back and forth between Eden and you, the boy shooting his father a nervous grin before rushing to sit beside his sister, who immediately went to hit him with her doll.

“You just love stressing me out, don’t you pips?”

He sighed, pulling you closer.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I was about to teach him a lesson.”

You heard your son nervously chuckle from the living room and you winked at him.

“As if my sweet boy would ever speak to me like that willingly.”

Caleb just shook his head and walked you over to your children.

“Even if she put you up to this, Eden. You should’ve insisted that you wouldn’t do it. As punishment, you and your sister will stay over at your uncle Gideon’s tonight.”

Eden and Elysia blinked up at him, almost looking like twins,

“…how’s that a punishment?”

Caleb smirked, pulling you down to sit next to the two,

“Oh, the punishment isn’t for you. I’ll have a nice, long talk with your mother tonight.”

He ignored the incredulous look you shot him and laughed at the confusion on your children’s faces.

Rafayel

Your 14 year old son was just as eccentric and animated as his father, so once you suggested doing that trend you’d seen on tiktok, he jumped.

You two stood just outside of the kitchen Rafayel was sitting in, sketching away on his block.

Dorian whispered quietly,

“Just remember that I love you, mom. I don’t mean anything I’m about to say!”

While you thought that was sweet, you still wondered what kind of act he was about to put on, needing that kind of disclaimer.

He cleared his throat and winked at you,

“Mom, why can’t you just let me be for once?! Seriously, I can’t do anything around here!”

He pushed open the kitchen door, walking in and opening the fridge with more force than necessary.

Rafayel instantly looked up, frowning.

You took a second to collect yourself and walked in after your son.

“Dorian, you’re way too young to be out that late. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Dorian looked up exasperatedly, giving his father a look as if to say, isn’t she crazy?

“You can’t be serious! Dad, tell her she’s overreacting.”

He crossed his arms, looking at his father expectantly.

Rafayel opened his mouth, getting ready to step in, when you followed up again,

“I’m right here, Dorian. You don’t need to involved your father. If you have something to say, say it to me.”

Rafayel blinked at you, not entirely sure if he should say something now.

His inner conflict quickly came to an end when his son interrupted his train of thought,

“Oh my gosh, shut up, mom! I wasn’t talking to you.”

Before you could say anything else, Rafayel loudly closed his art block, shooting his son the nastiest glance.

“Alright, you do not speak to my wife like that.”

Dorian, much like his father, never knowing when to give up, turned back to his father in shock,

“but dad-“

As soon as he saw his father’s expression he closed his mouth.

“Keep this up and I’ll throw you into the sea. You can play with some sharks and fend for yourself.”

At that, Dorian’s eyes widened, he quickly hid behind you, not wanting to face his father’s wrath.

You just smiled up at your husband, feeling giddy at how he was so quick to defend you.

“Before you turn our son into shark food, I put him up to this.”

Rafayel’s face immediately fell, putting his head into his hands.

“What’s wrong with you.”

You faked offence and put your hand over your heart,

“Whaaat, I wanted to find out if my big, strong husband would defend me from my mean son.”

“First of all, ew, second, hey!”

Your son exclaimed, still hiding behind you.

Rafayel looked at you two, trying to look mad but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his eyes.

“I can’t believe I have to put up with you two.”

You rolled your eyes at that,

“Honestly, we should sign Dorian up for acting. That was some impressive improv!”

Hands on your hips, you turned around, looking at your son.

He beamed up at that, as Rafayel scoffed from where he was seated.

“Oh, please, he’s far more talented at real art.”

“Dad, what’s your beef with actors?”

“They know what they did.”

Your son looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged.

Zayne

You were dying to see what your usually stoic husband was going to do, if you got into a fight with your daughters.

You roped your 17 and 15 year old in by showing them the videos you had seen.

They were just as curious as you and while your younger daughter, Willow, was a bit more uncertain, considering she was much more like your husband, avoiding conflict as much as possible, Dawn, was able to convince her.

You went over what they should say with them and once they were ready, you waited for the perfect opening.

Once Zayne had finished up his work for the day, finally coming out of his office, you called him over for dinner.

You texted your daughters to get ready, as your husband came and sat down at the kitchen table.

You placed the plate full of food infront of him, he murmured a quiet thank you, before you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, mentally apologising for what was about to go down.

You called your daughters once,

“Dawn, Willow, dinner!”

No answer, just as you had told them.

You and Zayne shared a look and it took a lot in you to not start grinning.

You placed the girls plates on the table before trying again,

“Dawn! Willow! Don’t make me repeat myself!”

A beat of silence,

“Wait!”

“Gimme a minute!”

They yelled far louder than appropriate, just as you had instructed them.

Zayne’s brows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest in pretend anger.

“Girls, don’t make me come up th-“

and just as you had expected,

“Mom, shut up!

“Shut up!”

Came in unison.

Zayne dropped his arms by his sides, stunned.

You turned around, far too enthusiastic but Zayne was too caught up to notice.

You send him a look, as if to make sure he heard the same thing you just did.

He pushed his chair back and got up, and for the first time in a while you heard him raise his voice,

“You two come down here, right now.”

There was a trace of urgency in his voice but you could tell how mad he was.

His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed.

You could instantly hear the sound of footsteps rushing downstairs.

The girls came running into the kitchen, immediately halting in their movements as soon as they saw the look on their father’s face.

Dawn’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape but no sound came out and Willow looked at you, making a grimace.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, to not show how you were kind of enjoying your husband acting like this.

Before either of the girls could explain, he gave them a disappointed look.

You could feel the temperature in the room dropping, chills settling in.

“I can’t believe you two would ever even think of speaking to the woman who raised you like this.”

Stepping in to safe your girls from the lecture they were about to be served instead of dinner, you put your hands on Zayne’s shoulders, massaging him slightly,

“Zaynie, how mad would you be if I told you, I put them up to this?”

Zayne paused, slowly turning to face you.

You put on your best puppy eyes, trying to win him over. No such luck.

“You will be the death of me.”

He rubbed his temple and glanced back over at his daughters,

“I just hope you two know, that I felt levels of disappointment unreachable for others.”

Dawn let out a nervous chortle and Willow gave her a judging stare,

“Well, good thing we’d never actually speak to our lovely mommy like that!”

Zayne nodded, turning back to you.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

He whispered dangerously to you, you blinked in surprise,

“Now, can I please have a normal family dinner with all of my girls? With no unnecessarily rude language?”

Your daughters giggled and smiled respectively, skipping to the table and sitting down.

Zayne wrapped an arm around your waist and lead you to the table.

You might be in danger.

Sylus

Sylus loved his twin sons, he couldn’t be prouder of them and he was also proud of the two of you for figuring out how to be good parents, even with your upbringings.

When the two boys were born, everyone expected Sylus to raise them strictly, preparing them for a life in the shadows, wanting them to follow in his footsteps, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

He raised them with gentleness and kindness, warmth and love, giving them everything they could ever ask for.

You had to step up and be the strict parent more often than not but you simply couldn’t mind, when you saw how Sylus looked at his sons with all the love in the world.

They’ve grown up to be empathetic and loving teenagers, incredibly emotionally intelligent for a pair of 15 year olds.

So, when you approached one of them with your silly idea, he immediately felt unsure.

“Mom, I don’t want to disrespect you, like, ever!”

Zeno had said with such sincerity, you almost felt bad for dragging him into this.

Keyword, almost.

“Zeno, it’ll be funny! I won’t take it personally, I know you’d never actually mean it.”

You tried to reassure him but he just wouldn’t budge.

You were thinking of ways to bribe him, when you suddenly got an idea,

While both of the twins looked exactly like their father, Zeno was more like Sylus, in the sense that he had the same exact soft spots his father had for you, in other words; Zeno was way more of a mama’s boy than Jaden, so you tried pulling on his heartstrings,

“Come onnnn, baby. Please? For your mom? It’ll be so much fun!”

You could see Zeno’s resolve falter and once he let out a defeated sigh, you knew you got him.

“Great, sweetheart, thank you so much!”

You could tell the idea was stressing him out, not because he was scared of what Sylus would do, but because he would never wanna speak to his mom like that!!! Even if it’s just for a joke!!!!

You cooed at him for being as cute as he was, before dragging him downstairs and giving him another round of encouragement.

“Alright, don’t break character and just say everything we went over, got it?”

Zeno nodded slowly, getting ready.

Zeno walked into the living room with quick steps, avoiding eye contact with Sylus and Jaden, who were sitting on the couch together.

“Come back here! I wasn’t done talking to you, Zeno.”

You called after him, not walking into the room just yet.

“Drop it already, mom! I’m done having this conversation.”

Jaden quirked a brow at his brother, staring at him judgingly, and Sylus silently observed what was unfolding before him.

“Zeno, if you won’t go, don’t ask to go out with your friends either. You can’t just do whatever you want.”

The 15 year old was mentally preparing himself, he turned towards you, ignoring his brother’s and father’s gazes.

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything, mom?!”

He slightly raised his voice and you stopped in your tracks, looking at him in shock, patting yourself on the back in your mind for your awesome acting.

“Dude,”

Jaden started, Sylus still watching with hooded eyes,

“Zeno, I’m not joking around with you. You have to deal with the consequences of your choices.”

You stopped Jaden and expectantly looked at Zeno,

“Can you just shut up. Holy shit.”

He mentally winced and turned around to storm out of the room, before he could take even a step black and red tendrils surrounded him, spinning him back around and keeping him in place.

His brother was looking at him like he had grown a second head and he blinked up at his father, who had gotten up.

Sylus walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“I have no idea who you’re talking to like this right now but I’m damn sure it can’t be my wife.”

Zeno was scrambling to come up with something to say, as his knees buckled and he fell, luckily he felt his father soften the fall with his evol.

Sylus tsk’d and looked at his son disapprovingly,

“I don’t remember raising you to have no manners, boy.”

before things could escalate further, you wrapped your arms around your husband.

“Let him off the hook, I coaxed him into playing along.”

Zeno felt his father’s evol immediately let off and he quickly got up, pressing his palms together,

“I’m sorry, mom! I shouldn’t have agreed regardless. Forgive me, father.”

You smiled at him and shook your head,

“You’re so cute! You have no idea how much convincing it took me to get him to agree.”

You finished, looking up at Sylus like this was no big deal.

A pillow hit Zeno hard and he looked at his brother, who was staring right back, unimpressed.

Sylus just smirked down at you,

“You’re being a bad influence, sweetie.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, as he placed his hand on your lower back, pushing you out of the room.

As you two left, Sylus turned around, looking at both of his sons,

“I hope this served as a valuable lesson to you both.”

With that, he walked out to follow you.

Jaden went to throw another pillow at his brother,

“You’re an idiot.”

Xavier

Unfortunately for you, all your children are relatively young, getting an 8 year old to tell his mom to shut up, might not be the best idea; but that wasn’t going to stop you!

You just had to see how Xavier, Mr. Expressionless himself, would react.

As you instructed Xavier to put your youngest daughter to bed, you scrambled to explain how this was gonna go down to your oldest child, Elio, one more time,

“And after I say that, you’ll tell me to shut up, okay? Only this once.”

Elio nodded, while his other sister, Cassiopeia, sitting next to him, shook her head,

“Mommy, that’s mean! I don’t want him to say that to you.”

You smiled at your sweet daughter and kissed her on the forehead,

“It’s okay, Cassie. This is an exception! We’re doing this to see how daddy’s gonna react.”

She hummed and glared at her brother, before hugging you tightly,

“Why don’t you go join Celeste? But don’t tell your father about this, okay baby?”

She nodded and jumped off her brother’s bed before skipping out of the room.

You checked in with Elio one last time, the boy looking serious, as he accepted this as a mission.

“I’ll do my best, captain mommy.”

You bit back a laugh, before nodding at him seriously.

He got off his bed and acted like he was sneaking into the kitchen, Xavier leaving his daughter’s room just in time to see him.

Before he could say anything, your voice came through,

“Elio, go brush your teeth and go to bed!”

At first the 8 year old didn’t answer, as you called out his name again, he loudly went,

“SHUT UP.”

You walked out of his room, immediately making eye contact with Xavier, who looked at you in utter surprise.

You saw his eye twitch slightly, his brows being barely drawn together and something, almost looking like a scowl, found its way to his lips.

He walked into the kitchen with heavy steps,

“Where did you learn to talk like that?”

You quickly followed behind, seeing your son stare at his father expressionless, not answering.

Xavier inhaled quietly, you were starting to feel bad for working him up like this, especially so close to bed time. The shock probably getting rid of his sleepiness.

“You don’t speak to the woman who birthed you like this.”

At that, Elio cocked his head to the side,

“huhh?”

And you quickly put an end to this before Xavier started explaining how babies are made out of spite.

“Great job, hunter Elio. Mission accomplished!”

At that, Elio’s eyes lit up and he nodded, happily,

“I’ll go brush teeth…”

With that, he ran off.

Xavier turned around and looked at you in betrayal,

“Why would you tell him to speak to you like that?”

He asked calmly, but the dark look in his eyes gave him away.

You embraced him, hugging his waist and leaning your head into his chest,

“Let’s just say curiosity got the best of me~”

The look Xavier gave you would’ve had anyone else shaking, you just giggled and intertwined your fingers with his,

“We should check up on all the kids!”

Xavier sighed quietly, following you,

“Don’t think I won’t get my revenge, once all the kids are asleep.”

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xo-adeline · 5 months ago

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"To change for you..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Things the Blue Lock boys do after picking it up from you Feat. Michael Kaiser, Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Shidou Ryusei, and Rin Itoshi

AN: I have the freaking cutest idea for a Wakasuki fanfic but nobody knows him and it's so sad...

Michael Kaiser ⋆°• ☁︎ - Listening to certain songs that he knows you like when he’s traveling

He never realized that he would have missed you this much when he was traveling. For the few months that he was still back in Germany with you, the thoughts of traveling had crossed his mind many times, and with a scoff and the thoughts that he used to do it alone all the time pushed the ideas to the back of his brain, well until now; Now when he was sitting on the Bastard München bus on the way to the PXG stadium for their next match, the long, almost 14-hour, bus ride they had, and every second since he had been on that bus, he missed you. Not that he would ever admit that to anybody, including you. So what better way than to either A. attempt to text you, But that sounded desperate, or B. do something that reminded him of you. And with his limited options, he scrolled his phone to find something that could bring him back to the thought of you, even if you weren’t there with him. To which that’s when he found it. A couple of weeks ago you had stolen his phone, saying that you were just looking at the weather, but rather, you knew he had a Spotify account and only listened to the songs he wanted to, so you put together a playlist for him of some songs you think he should listen to, including some of your favorites. He couldn’t help but give a little smile when he saw the playlist cover being a picture of the two of you at one of his previous games, and within no time he pressed the play button and started to listen through the songs, thoughts of you running through his head matching up with every song lyric.

Isagi Yoichi ⋆°• ☁︎ - Using more creative insults on the field after you used them against him

It all started a couple weeks after you had started dating and you got into a little spat about where to go for dinner, him trying to be nice and let you decide and you being indecisive and pushing it back on him. All going relatively nicely until you turned around and said:

“You decide, you wet noodle! I can’t pick.”

And he stood there for a second, a little surprised. A wet noodle? That wasn’t something you heard every day. So he let out a slight chuckled and picked a place he knew you would like and the two of you went there for dinner that night. The same thing with a couple other insults had happened a few times, being called a multitude of other things, and even hearing you’d snide comments sometimes about how you hoped that a person that cut you off in traffic ‘stepped into a puddle with only socks on.’

Now with these thoughts inside his head, and Barou running his mouth he could only turn towards him and give a dirty glare before pulling this out of his pocket:

“I hope you’re sleeves slide down while you’re washing your hands.”

Before turning back around and heading anywhere else in the building where he wasn’t. To which the rest of the people standing there could only look surprised, the same guy who called Barou much worse, just wished a minor inconvenience on him? What was happening?

Nagi Seishiro ⋆°• ☁︎ - Showing a little more effort rather than just in scoring goals

Reo could only look confused at the white-haired man as he was actually trying on some of the new training regiments given to them by Chris Prince. Even when he looked over to the coach, he looked a little shocked. It wasn’t that Nagi didn’t try, it’s that he had never tried this hard before. He did everything just enough for it to be acceptable and then move on with his life, well that was until he saw how hard you worked for things. He never understood why people worked hard until you had come home with a good grade on your test, the same test he had watched you work for hours and hours trying to study the material and cram into your head before you had to take it. The way that you smiled and were so excited that the work you did paid off gave him this spark of inspiration that he needed to see what it was like to train hard and then have that achievement pay off in the end. So when he went back to practice, he tried harder than he ever did before, even earning a couple comments asking if he was okay, or if he was dying and trying a little harder was his dying wish. All of which he responded a simple ‘no’ to before walking off to get water or work on something else. The only person who could actually figure out the truth was Reo, who had asked him if it had something to do with you. He just shrugged and nodded.

“They came home all happy one time because they studied hard and got a good grade and I wanted to know what that felt like… They clung onto me for a whole 15 minutes after… and I liked it so maybe If I do good I can do that to them..”

Reo could only laugh a little as he watched Nagi walk away. He would definitely have to send you a thank you card, Chris Prince’s signature in there as well as he had tried to ask Nagi the same question and it totally backfired.

Shidou Ryusei ⋆°• ☁︎ - Trying to settle arguments with words instead of his foot

The famous fighter, Shidou Ryusei, was actually trying to have a conversation. Nobody ever thought there would be a day. Well, except for one person, you. The same person who had told him off a multitude of times that he can’t just hurt people whenever he was pissed off at them, and there were much better ways to go about it. Even after days of him trying to get you to see his side of it, and you already, after hearing his explanation a few weeks ago, deeming it not the best way to settle things. So here he was now, putting his ego aside to make sure that Loki or Ego didn’t have to call you for the 4th time this week to try to get him to behave and attempt to try to not kick Rin square in the face after he stole a goal from him. Even Loki was surprised when Shidou was about to raise his foot, just to stop himself, mutter something, and then turn to Rin, attempting to try and talk it out. The first thought in everybody's mind, was this even Shidou? After Rin had walked away from him Loki came jogging over to him and trying to make sure he was okay.

“Ya’ I’m fine, jus’ the pretty thing back home ya’ always have to call told me to get my shit together, so I’m tryin’ talk it out with lower lashes.”

Loki looked surprised, I mean he knew from talking to you before that you were close with Shidou, but little did he know that you basically had the man wrapped around you’re finger. They’ve been trying to get him to talk something out for the entire time he was in Blue Lock, but he leaves for a few days and comes back a whole new person? The staff would be sending you thank you cards, as well as a small gift instead of having to pay the hospital bills from anybody else Shidou would’ve sent.

Rin Itoshi ⋆°• ☁︎ - Trying to be a little nicer to others

The world must have stopped turning and we were all gonna die. That was the only thing Isagi could think after he heard Rin actually complimenting somebody. Was it a backhanded compliment? Absolutely, but did he still say something nice to Nanase, yes. Isagi could only stare in shock as he walked over to him next, ready to be degraded or ignored for anything he did, until Rin stopped, cursing under his breath.

“You’re a shitty person, but at least you can score a decent goal..”

The world stopped, he was sure of it. There was no way the Rin Itoshi, had just come up to him and told him he could score a decent goal. So when he stood there a little confused Rin couldn’t help but curse a little more.

“This isn’t because I like you. It’s because I like my partner. Got it?”

And with that he headed off again, going who knows where.

Thought he didn’t learn the fully story until much later on when Shidou had been talking about it Charles and he had overheard. Apparently, Rin’s partner had been pretty upset when they realized that he was pretty mean overall, and wanted him to at least attempt being nicer, so the next time he saw somebody he knew he at least tried to give them a compliment, just attempting to make his partner a little less upset with him.

Isagi knew that it was just a little thing, but lord, he was sure that if Rin would go around complimenting other people, if you asked for the world to burn, he would set it on fire just so you wouldn’t be upset.

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heavenlyspence · 1 month ago

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Meeting of the Nerds | Spencer Reid

summary: after joining the BAU 10 months ago, you still haven't met any of the members of Agent Hotchner's team- until now. A quick introduction with BAU's certified genius Spencer Reid leads you two to find out that you have a lot in common. Could your nerdy connection lead to more?

contents/tw: season 4 spencer reid x fem!bau reader; an elevator; one brief mention of depression and racism; mentions of indigenous groups of people; anthropology; psychology; the uk; university; nerds nerding out

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i've been in college studying psychology and anthropology for a few years now (not at Oxford lol). I thought the two areas of study would be an interesting combination for a Criminal Minds character, which is how I came up with this story. I mention the Kānaka Maoli because that is the group I've studied the most for my anthropology work. I know that not everyone is interested in anthropology or psychology, so I'll cut back on how often I talk about anthro/psych in later chapters. Hope you enjoy!

From a young age, you’ve always been interested in understanding why people do what they do. Specifically, you were interested in knowing how being a part of different cultural groups impacted the psychological reasons why people do what they do. So, after graduating from high school at age 14, you went to the University of Oxford in the UK to study psychology and anthropology. You spent your time doing homework every night, doing excavations in the summertime, and after years of hard work, you finally graduated with master degrees in psychology and anthropology. And there was only one place you wanted to work at… the BAU.

You have been working at the BAU now for over 10 months and you still haven’t met everyone in the unit. Due to your unique qualifications, the FBI created a specialized job just for you. You received your own office, you have your own job title, and you get called out to help BAU teams whenever you’re needed. Most days you stay in your office doing your own research work but if a BAU team calls you for help then you’re on the first flight out to wherever they need you. You’ve helped teams with cases in South Dakota, New Mexico, Alaska, and Hawaii. So far you’ve helped every BAU team with a case except for one- Agent Hotchner’s team.

Agent Hotchner’s team is known around the unit as being the best at their jobs. They catch the unsubs a majority of the time, they work well together, and they are always willing to risk their lives to help the victims. Sure, you’ve seen them around the building once in a while, but it’s always been from afar. You’ve never had the chance to speak with any of them because of their busy schedules. They’ve never requested your help, and you can’t lie - it’s made you a bit intrigued. How does this group of agents know everything that you know about different cultures and the psychology behind why they choose to do the things that they do?

You stepped into the empty elevator, pondering the question: who are these geniuses? You pressed the button to leave the lobby, and as the doors begin to shut, a brown bag slips through to stop the doors from fully shutting.

“Sorry.” A soft voice says while stepping into the elevator and quickly pressing the button above yours with a part of the bag. As the doors go to close the man looks over at you for the first time but swiftly looks away. You saw his face for a brief second but you instantly recognized him.

“You’re an agent on Agent Hotchner’s team, right?” You say. But quickly realize that you seem like a stalker so you try to save the conversation, “I’ve seen you around the building before.” Yep…that totally makes you seem less crazy…

He looks at you with a surprised and confused expression on his face, “I’m Spencer Reid. And yes I work as a Supervisory Special Agent on Agent Hotchner’s team.”

You introduce yourself as the doors open to your floor. As soon as you mentioned your job, Spencer remembered exactly who you were and how excited he was 10 ½ months ago when he found out that you had gotten hired at the BAU.

He had read a few of your academic studies over the years because he thought that your psychological anthropology perspective was fascinating. However, after you got hired, he saw you from afar and was terrified to speak with you. What if you thought it was strange how invested he was in your studies? What if you wanted to be left alone, and that’s why you aren’t on a BAU team? Why would someone as gorgeous as you waste your time talking to someone like him? The thoughts plagued his mind back then, but now you were standing in front of him, and he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. The two of you exit the elevator together to speak for a little longer before clocking in for work.

“I read your research study that you released last year about how the Kānaka Maoli have been dealing with racism and depression by finding pride in who they are. It was a fascinating read! Your other paper about…” Spencer continues to ramble on about your academic research studies that are about various indigenous groups of people and the psychological effect that their culture, and the reactions from others, have had on them.

You stare at him in wonder as he rapidly speaks. Nobody has ever cared this much about your work before, and it was the first time that you felt truly seen. You interrupt him as he rambles, “I've been wondering why Agent Hotchner’s team hasn’t been needing my help. I’m assuming that it’s because of you.” You smile at him as he catches his breath from talking so fast.

Embarrassment flashes over his face and he grips his bag tighter, “Sorry. I can go overboard sometimes when I’m talki-”

“No! No! Please don’t apologize!” You put a hand over his, “I’ve never had someone be this interested in my work before. I’m flattered. I’ve just been wondering why your team is the only one that I’ve never been asked to help out before. And considering you’ve been able to recite my work word-for-word I’m assuming that you have eidetic memory.” You gently pull your hand away from him and begin to fidget your hands together in front of your waist.

A slight blush rises across his cheeks, “Yeah, I-I have eidetic memory. Most people don’t know what that is.” He smiles and begins to fidget with his bag.

“I studied it in one of my psychology classes when I was in university.” You watch as his face creates a puzzled expression.

“University?” His eyebrows raise slightly, “Not college? Where did you go to school?” He questions.

You begin to smirk at his confusion, “You’re a part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI so you can probably figure out where I went to college at.” You purposely enunciate the word ‘college’ in order to throw him off.

He smirks but carefully begins to watch your facial expressions, “You said university first and then changed it to college afterwards. But it sounded less natural when you said college so I’m assuming that you went to a university.” He pauses to watch for any microexpressions, “Universities are all over the world but they are predominantly found in the UK. You work at the FBI so you most likely went to a high-ranking university. I know that you studied psychology and anthropology but I don’t know if it was at the same university.” He thinks for a moment, “I know that Cambridge, Oxford, and St. Andrews all offer those programs. Is it one of those?”

You try, and fail, to hold back your smile as you say, “Possibly.”

He notices the inflection change when you said the word ‘possibly’ which tells him everything, “I read a research paper of yours that was about Danish culture and you mentioned how you did an excavation there while you were in school. The Oxford Anthropology and Archaeology department did an excavation in Denmark about the same time that you would’ve been in university. And every time I’ve mentioned the word Oxford in this conversation, you blink an extra time. So I’m guessing that you went to the University of Oxford.” He smiles triumphantly at you as your mouth drops open in awe.

You quickly adjust your mouth, “That was one of the most impressive things I’ve ever witnessed.” And one of the hottest - but you couldn’t tell him that.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes, and he reluctantly reads it. He sighs, “I’ve gotta get to my team. A new case just came in.”

“Oh, can I have your number?” You dig through your bag and pull your phone out, “Ya know, just in case your team needs me or something…”

His face lights up, “Yeah! Here, put your number in.” He hands you his phone and you hand him yours so the two of you can exchange numbers.

You add in your phone number and even take a quick selfie for a contact picture. You didn’t have time to make yourself look too pretty but you’re only getting his phone number for work purposes. Right?

After a few moments, the two of you exchange your phones back and he sees the picture you took of yourself. He smiles while looking at it but quickly changes his facial expression before you notice.

“Can I message you even if I have non-related work questions?” He asks as he turns to press the button to call for the elevator.

You smirk, “I had a good time talking with you so…” You pause just to make him wait, “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Ding! The elevator doors open, and he steps inside. “It was nice to finally meet you.” He presses his floor button.

“You too!” You say as the doors begin to shut. After they’re fully closed, you look at your phone and re-read your co-workers phone number. It took 10 ½ months, but you finally met a member of Agent Hotchner’s team - and he just so happens to be the most attractive person you’ve ever met.

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dokyumms · 3 months ago

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so cover your eyes, i have a surprise

pairings: bf!vernon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a lil angst

word count: 1.9k

cw: misunderstandings, mention of cheating, mildly suggestive at the end

a/n: another request done for 💌anon ! i feel like the king.... happy late bday to vernon and dokyeom? (it's literally march) creds to @issysh3ll for dividers

[14:08]

vernon was feeling sad, or disappointed, perhaps a mix of both.

it was already 2pm, and you hadn't mentioned his birthday at all.

to be fair, he never made a big deal about it anyway, so maybe he was at fault, but normally you went big about celebrations like this. whether it was him coming back from tour or your anniversary, you always treated him to something.

he wasn't greedy, right? it was his birthday after all... whatever, maybe you took his advice on not splurging on him.

but there's a voice in the back of his head, one that says you just don't care.

[14:45]

"what?! like not anything at all??" seungkwan nearly spits out his coffee when vernon explains his predicament, chan having to force a hand over his mouth and making him swallow before speaking.

chan, seungkwan, and him are all at a cafe after vernon texted their group chat "sos: cafe w the good americano"

sure, maybe 'sos' seems a bit much for this situation, but vernon was about to lose his mind.

"did you do something? maybe she's mad," chan suggests, swirling around his coffee with a mini plastic straw.

"well even if he did do something, which i don't think he has... i feel like at least a birthday text is mandatory? i mean from his own girlfriend" seungkwan says, quick to defend vernon, of course.

"you never know, she doesn't seem like the type to do this for no reason..."

"you've talked to her like maybe 3 times in your life-"

"okay, okay, just stop guys," vernon interrupts, "no, i haven't done anything, i think, but chan's right. she really wouldn't do this for no reason. there's no way she forgot- she was teasing my gift like a month ago," he says, recalling how she had randomly told him to be excited, flaunting her credit card around while he stared at her with a confused expression.

"has she been acting weird? or i don't know, distant?" seungkwan asks with a stern look. vernon's about to deny it, but then he thinks for a second.

the past three days he's asked to come over to your place for your weekly movie night, you've said no. not just a straight up no, you said you had work or something, he doesn't remember okay? but when he thinks about the situation a little more, he wonders if you were avoiding him.

"uh hyung? you good?" chan's waving a hand in his face.

"yeah, i just realized that she has been kinda distant lately, i guess" vernon explains, "but i don't know why? she's just been saying she has to work late and that type of stuff,"

seungkwan and chan both share a look before seungkwan says,

"you know that's something like- how do i say this- cheaters say?"

no one talks for the next minute or so. just complete silence.

"well i don't think he's saying that y/n's cheating," chan tries to relieve the situation, unable to read vernon's facial expression.

"no- don't- why would you say that?" vernon finally gets out in disbelief, all of the sudden looking the most frustrated he's ever been.

he doesn't say anything else, just getting up. "nonnie that's not what i-" and he's out the door.

honestly, he doesn't know why he left. they had a point, but maybe that was the problem, there was a chance they were right. why were you being so weird? it was his birthday, you hadn't texted him all day or come by to see him.

he takes off his beanie runs a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the sudden thought put into his mind.

[16:14]

"hmm, now that i think about it, she didn't say anything to me either!" seokmin says in realization.

it makes vernon somewhat relieved, knowing that he wasn't the only one who you'd avoided today. seokmin's closer to you than vernon's other friends, so it does seem weird that you wouldn't wish him a happy birthday.

vernon knows this isn't a good way to spend his birthday or seokmin's, sitting on his couch while trying to figure what the deal is about his girlfriend, and he honestly feels bad for dragging seokmin down with him, but you hadn't even replied to any of his texts. there has to be something wrong.

"you know who'd know?"

vernon shrugs but then comes up with someone right as seokmin is about to answer,

"jeonghan."

[16:55]

jeonghan doesn't look surprised to see them at his door.

"i was going to drop off your gifts later, but if you wanted them so badly, you could've just asked," he chuckles, ushering them in,

"hyung, that's not what we're here for," seokmin says as he takes off his shoes.

"so you don't want it?"

"wait, i didn't say that,"

vernon makes himself comfortable on the couch while jeonghan and seokmin bicker about the gifts for a little longer. he looks around the place before his eyes settle on some metal thing on the counter.

it's seungkwan's gua sha, and all of the sudden, he's remembering the conversation he had with him and chan earlier.

he's going to have to apologize sooner or later, but it would be worse if seungkwan was right. pulling out his phone, he looks through his messages with you from today, or more like with a wall. you hadn't responded to anything whatsoever.

finally, jeonghan and seokmin sit themselves on either side of vernon.

"okay, i know why you're actually here, seungkwan told me already." jeonghan starts, "he's not here right now because you seemed upset at him," vernon feels a pang of guilt go through him.

"you can't blame him for what he said. y/n hasn't been acting normal in the past few days and she forgets your birthday? i mean if you saw this happening to someone else what would you think?" ugh he was right, but vernon still looks at seokmin in hopes of him backing him up, except seokmin nods along.

"yeah, yeah, i get it, han. but you can't expect me to just accuse her of cheating without real proof."

"hansol, she hasn't even responded to any of your texts,"

"that still doesn't prove anything,"

"then let's go prove it," seokmin suddenly suggests. "let's go to her apartment and find out what she's up to." he gets up and walks straight to the door.

vernon sighs before getting up. he's scared, he has no excuse now. if he sees it, it's real, and that's been his fear this whole day. before he can walk away, jeonghan gets up and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"look, if anything happens, we'll all be here for you, okay?"

vernon nods and follows seokmin out the door.

[17:27]

vernon takes a deep breath and knocks on the door

knock, knock, knock

seokmin puts his ear up to it, listening for any noises like he's in some spy movie.

"someone's moving around in there actually maybe more than one," he comments, "they're getting closer," vernon holds his breath. 1, 2, 3- the door swings open, causing seokmin to nearly fall over since he'd been leaning against it.

"seokmin??" you ask loudly before looking up to meet vernon's eyes. he doesn't know what expression he's making, but he melts the instant he sees you.

"well, you both came earlier than i would've liked, but i guess i can't hide this forever," vernon swallows loudly, hide what? but you don't give him an answer, entering the apartment with seokmin following. when vernon hears him gasp audibly, he goes straight in.

he doesn't know what to expect, the sudden fear of seeing some guy he's never seen before spikes. but when he makes it through the door, it's nowhere near whatever he was thinking of.

the house is dimly lit, string lights hanging from the kitchen all the way to the living room. on the dining table, there's plates of food: pasta, pizza, fruit, you name it. in the living room, there's a blanket laid out on the floor with a couple of pillows with the tv in front of it turned onto netflix.

but more importantly, there are balloons floating, spelling out 'happy birthday 218 bros' and the whole of seventeen standing under it with one of them holding a cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they all shout.

"holy shi-" is the only thing vernon gets out before him and seokmin are being surrounded by everyone. somehow, you manage to get ahold of him, giving him a tight hug, "i got you good, didn't i?" you say, smirking. he doesn't even argue against it, hugging you back tightly, "you scared me so bad, baby. i was going to have a heart attack,"

you laugh, "yeah, seungkwan and chan told me all about that," vernon looks around for the culprits. he sees them both looking straight at him with absolutely devious grins. "i can't believe that worked! we're such good actors!" they both high five each other.

"that's not fair! you literally accused my girlfriend of cheating and then made me feel bad about it!" vernon whines, still not letting go of you. "honestly, i would've thought the same thing as them if i was in this situation," you say, laughing again.

"when'd you get so evil? speaking of that, did jeonghan know too? he was still at his apartment when-" and as if on some very cliché cue, jeonghan walks in after being let in by joshua.

"i read you two so well! i knew you'd come to me," jeonghan boasts before mingyu argues, "didn't i suggest that?" and then more chaos commences.

[23:04]

after you finally usher a drunk hoshi and jun out of your apartment, you walk over to vernon. he's standing behind you, previously waving his goodbyes to the members, but now he's just in pure disbelief.

he can't believe he just got pranked by not only his girlfriend, but by his members, together. he swore you were never that close with them.

"happy birthday, babe," you tell him, giving him a kiss. "sorry for not texting you today, minghao suggested it," well, that makes some sort of sense.

"was this why you said no to movie night three days in a row?" vernon asks, wrapping his arms around you tightly, trapping you. "look, these lights took forever to hang up. i had to ask wonwoo and seungcheol to help me," you explain, looking up at the small bulbs of light.

"was it worth it?"

"hm?" you hum

"absolutely torturing me! i seriously thought you were cheating, but now that you're here, it's time to get my payback," he says, before taking his hands to your sides and tickling you. you laugh loudly as he tackles you on the couch.

[00:32]

now, you and vernon are in bed, somehow still awake, cuddling while he talks about his 'stressful' day as you explain how you planned it all.

"really? i can't believe i fell for that still," he mumbles, amazed by how elaborate your plan was.

"oh wait, i got you a gift," you say, sitting up. "what? y/n, seriously this was already way too much," he interrupts you, hugging you from behind.

"just let me go get it," you try, but his hold is too strong. "give it to me later, you've left me enough," he whines, making you roll your eyes, but you comply, relaxing in his arms.

"i didn't mean to scare you that much today, that's my bad." you apologize for what seems to be the hundredth time.

"stop apologizing," he says, turning you over to face him, "how about you make it up to me?"

"how so?" you reply. fingers already toying with his shirt before he just pulls it off. he doesn't answer, just looking at you for a moment before pulling you in for a hungry kiss that you both know will turn into a long night.

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breakmeoff · 30 days ago

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The Boy Next Door │3

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, praise kink, age gap (fem 35/male 27), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, light choking, tension, angst, chris being down bad MDNI, 18+ only

word count: 7k

synopsis: you babysat him when he was 7 years old, and he’s had a crush on you since you met, despite the 8 year age gap. between moves to other places and time, it’s been 14 years since you’ve seen each other even though your dads are still best friends, still live next door to each other, and keep up to date about each other's family. you surprise chris at one of the skz shows, and he’s shocked to see you, and even more surprised that he still has a massive crush on you. if only he could convince you to look at him in any other way than the boy next door.

note: here's part 3, and my first attempt at writing smut, so if it's terrible i apologize in advance. please be kind! once again, thx for reading :)

Masterlist

Frozen in confusion, you stood there, watching the elevator for a few more seconds. Finally, you turned back to the door to your room and quietly pushed it open, stepping into the darkness again. Mia had fallen asleep, her phone limp in her hand, earbuds still in and muting any potential noise.

Not quite sure what to do with yourself, you slowly walked back over to your bed, sitting on the edge. Still at a loss for what was going on, you glanced back over your shoulder to the door, silently waiting for something, anything, to happen. A few more minutes went by, and you shifted to lay back down against the pillows.

He didn’t just leave, did he? I mean, he said 5 minutes. Wait, what am I even thinking? This is insane.

Before your mind could completely wander, creating ridiculous scenarios, you heard a shuffling at the door, and a barely audible knock. Sitting back up straight, you jumped to your feet, briskly making your way to the door, careful not to trip over anything in the dark room. Just as you approached, you stepped on something flat and hard.

Bending down, you picked it up. It felt like a credit card. Angling it towards the sliver of light slipping through the crack in the door you recognized immediately what it was - a room key card. With a note taped to it; room 814.

You stood back up, running your fingers through your hair, holding the card in your hand as a wave of panic washed over you. He’s out of his damn mind…

Nearly paralyzed with shock and indecision, you held your breath longer than intended, silently weighing your current options.

You could pretend you never saw the card, get back in bed, and go to sleep. Like you should.

Or…

You could go to room 814. Just because he gave you a room key doesn’t mean anything, right? Maybe he just wanted to talk. He could’ve taken heed of your concern about standing in the hallway and just wanted a little bit of privacy to… talk.

Looking back over to your sleeping sister, you considered just texting Chris and telling him you couldn’t leave her alone. That would be responsible, and you wouldn’t be ignoring him completely.

Mia is dead to the world right now. She’ll never even know you were gone. You could go see Chris, tell him you just wanted to say goodbye in person and come right back. You’ll be gone for 10-15 minutes max.

Smacking yourself in the face, you silently groaned, unable to even comprehend that you were considering this. Despite your inner turmoil and the nagging alarm in your head telling you “danger, danger!”, you went to the desk in the room. Grabbing the notepad and pen, you scribbled a quick note.

Couldn’t sleep, went for a walk. Text me if you need me.

Tiptoeing to the bedside table beside your sister, you placed the note on top of it, right where she would find it if she woke up. Then, ignoring the rapid beating of your heart, you grabbed your own room key card off of the dresser, slipped your feet into a pair of slides, and snuck out the door.

Meanwhile, Chris had found himself in the otherwise empty hotel room 814. Once the door shut behind him, he stood there, and looked around.

Now what? Mood lighting? How’s my breath?

Lifting his palm to his mouth, he exhaled, sniffing cautiously. It wasn’t the worst, but he did slip into the bathroom, pleasantly surprised to find a complimentary bottle of mouthwash. Taking a swig, he swished it around his mouth and quickly walked back into the room.

Frantically trying to figure out the best ambient lighting, he flipped on light switches and then the tableside lamps - back and forth, lights on and off, until he finally settled on only the task lamp at the desk nearby.

Finally satisfied, he ran back into the bathroom, spat the mouthwash into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with water once again, splashing some on his face. Turning the faucet off, Chris leaned his hands on the countertop and looked himself in the mirror, giving a weak attempt at a pep talk. “Don’t fuck this up.”

He shook his head at his own stupidity and walked back into the bedroom after turning the bathroom light off. Making his way over to the chair by the desk, he shrugged his coat off of his shoulders, placing it on the back of it before he ran a hand through his hair.

Glancing to the alarm clock on the table by the bed, he noted that it had been 7 minutes since he’d slipped the room car under your door. You’d come, right?

In an attempt at calming his nerves, Chris began pacing the floor in front of the bed. Going through every single possible reason as to why you wouldn’t come, he began nervously chewing on his lower lip, side-eyeing the clock every 20 seconds that slipped by.

Less than 2 minutes later, and thankfully not a minute longer as Chris may have started wearing a pattern into the carpet below his pacing feet, he heard the light beeping of the door unlocking.

He lifted his head immediately and froze in place, not wanting to ambush you at the door and accidentally scare you away. Instead, he straightened his posture and did his best attempt at looking calm, cool and collected despite the anxious flush to his skin.

Cautiously, you pushed the door open and walked in, carefully shutting it behind you before you turned to face him.

“You came…” Chris said softly.

With a short nod of your head, you warily stepped further into the room, folding your arms against your chest in a protective manner. “Yeah. You’re insane if you think something is going to happen though.”

All he could do was huff a laugh and look down to the floor momentarily.

“I didn’t mean to insinuate something would happen, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you, preferably away from the awful tube lighting and dizzying carpets in the hallway.” He gave you a short shrug, motioning to the hall behind you before shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I can’t stay…” Internally you cringed at how short your words were coming across. You weren’t trying to be rude, just set clear expectations. “I can’t leave Mia alone.”

“C’mon, be real. You know she’s dead asleep right now and won’t move again until noon.” Chris tilted his head at you, challenging you to come up with another excuse. “...and it didn’t stop you last night when we were downstairs at the bar,” he added teasingly, further disputing your reasoning.

“You are awfully persistent…” you sighed, dropping your arms to your side in defeat. You were too tired to try to come up with any further reasons to leave.

Noting the change in your stature, Chris’ lips finally curled into a dangerous smile. “Can you blame me? I’ve got my dream woman in a hotel room with me. You’re crazy to think I’d give up so easily.”

Arching an eyebrow at him, you still kept your distance, though that familiar lump in your throat reappeared. “Before you get ahead of yourself, I’m only here to say a proper goodbye.”

“Why are you so quick to leave? Am I really that awful? I promise I showered before I came here so it’s not because I smell, I know that.” Chris’ attempt at humor was cute, but you told yourself to stay firm.

“You have way more important things to focus your attention on right now, and you should go back to your hotel and get some sleep.”

“Is it my clothes?” He asked, looking down at himself, clad in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt. “I tried to look decent for you,” he replied, shifting his eyes back up to your face before giving you a teasing wink.

“We have a super early flight and I really need to go bac—” you tried.

“Oh my GOD, are you always this much of a buzzkill?” Chris laughed, taking a step closer towards you, a dark and playful smirk on his lips.

“I am not a buzzkill,” you said defensively, furrowing your eyebrows at his audacity.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” He said, taking another few steps closer.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” you replied, shifting on your feet.

“Killjoy,” he paused, obviously finding humor in calling you out. “Wet blanket.” Another step closer, peering down at you in challenge. “Party-pooper.”

“Seriously? And you were saying you were a grown man earlier?” You laughed mockingly up at him, taking a step back, trying to create more distance again.

“Oh, I am absolutely a grown man.” Chris said lowly, darkly, another step closer.

“...says the one who just used the phrase party-pooper…” you murmured, taking another step back.

“You really just want me to show you how grown I am, don’t you?” You each took one more step, him forward, you backwards and right up against the wall behind you.

Feeling cornered, you caught your breath, and finally couldn’t find any words.

“Huh,” Chris laughed quietly, lifting his hand carefully to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll take your silence as a yes?” He half questioned, half confirmed, trailing the tip of his finger down your jawline as he looked you in the eyes, looming over you.

You swallowed, searching his eyes with your own, your hands touching the wall behind you in an attempt to ground yourself.

He waited just long enough to give you a chance to stop him before he leaned in and let his lips hover over yours, his breath warm on your skin. The closeness caused your breath to hitch, still frozen in place though your eyes fluttered shut.

Chris slowly pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth briefly before he shifted, placing another soft kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, trailing his warm breath up to the area just below your ear. Intentionally, teasingly he placed a firm kiss down, dragging the short, prickly hair of his 5 o’clock shadow against the delicate flesh of your neck.

With his deep voice barely above a whisper, he murmured against your skin. “Does this stubble feel like it belongs to a little boy?” You couldn’t help but shiver at his words and the hot, wet breath against your skin.

Dropping his hand from your face, he slowly trailed his fingertips down the side of your arm until he reached your hand. Lifting it carefully, he brought your palm flat against his firm stomach. “Do these feel like the abs of a little boy?” He whispered against your jawline again, smirking to himself as he felt your fingertips press against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the defined muscles below.

You couldn’t help the soft mewl that tumbled from your now parted lips, appreciating the hard lines of his torso. Though before they could get comfortable exploring the territory, Chris boldly began slowly trailing your palm further down his body.

Pinching your eyebrows together, eyes not daring to open, you knew where this was going, and your resolve was beginning to weaken. The confident man standing before you, teasing you, touching you… wanted you. Where was the harm in indulging for a night?

As his hand guided yours over the front of his pants, your fingertips grazed over the firm contours of his arousal, and before he said anything else filthy, you murmured “...Chris.” His name left your lips in a moan, which sounded so incredibly sexy to him, though he could hear the hesitation in your tone.

He sighed heavily, letting go of your hand and pressed one more gentle kiss to your cheek, lingering for a second before he leaned back. He wasn’t going to force you to do something you didn’t want to. Though it took him a moment to open his eyes, glancing down to yours in defeat.

You brought your hand back to your side, and looked up at his handsome features. You silently studied him, the slope of his prominent nose, the curve of his full lips, the disappointed look in his gorgeous brown eyes which fell to the ground between you.

“All I was going to say was... your eomma is going to kill me,” you whispered just before you moved forward, closing the distance between you and pressed your lips firmly against his.

Chris’ breath caught in his throat, not registering what you had just said before you began kissing him again. When realization finally hit him, he wrapped one arm around your waist and his other hand met the back of your head, holding you impossibly closer with a low growl.

Your arms wrapped around him, one hand splaying over his shoulder blade and the fingertips of the other weaving into the curls at the base of his neck. The kiss became desperate, hungry, and your lips parted to further deepen it. Tilting your head, you inhaled the area between you, tasting the artificial mintiness on his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle quietly against his mouth, which caused Chris to instinctively lean back and look at you questioningly.

“You’re laughing? Why on God’s green earth are you laughing right now?” He muttered, eyebrows pinned together in offended confusion.

“I’m sorry…” you laughed, lookinv up at his bewildered expression. “...your breath. It tastes like Listerine.” He just blinked at you, not computing what you were getting at. “You said you didn’t intend for anything to happen…” you muttered, your arm snaking back over his shoulders.

“Ok, talking time is over.” He said forcefully, shifting his hands down to cup both of your ass cheeks and lifted you in one swift motion, pressing your back against the wall behind you as his lips came crashing down against yours again.

The shift in his demeanor caught you off guard, all humor now lost. Feeling the desperation in his actions, you finally succumbed to the moment and the heat of the man before you.

Now with you in his arms, literally hanging onto him with legs wrapped around his waist, Chris was more determined than ever to prove himself to you. Two decades worth of pining, longing, for you from a distance and this was his opportunity. He wasn’t about to squander it.

Shifting his mouth from yours, he went back to pressing his warm, soft, flushed lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a warm trail, hot against your skin. Making his way up again, reaching just below your ear he breathed against you before nibbling softly on your lobe, causing you to whimper softly and involuntarily shiver in his arms.

A low chuckle came from him at your reaction, and lightly flicked the tip of his tongue against your ear again. “Mm… found a sweet spot there?” he quietly teased, exhaling against you again, your head tilting into his in response.

Arching into him a little more, your grip on his shoulder tightened as one of his hands moved up your back, up your neck and gripped a handful of your hair, forcefully tugging your head back slightly. “Use your words, baby.” Chris’ teeth sunk back into your earlobe gently, eliciting another soft moan from you. “Yes,” you exhaled, mumbling out “...m-my neck, ears, yes.”

With a low chuckle, Chris kissed your neck in that spot once more before turning to your flushed face, your hooded eyes meeting his. “Think I’m gonna have fun finding the other spots that make you sound like that.”

Tightening his grip around you, he pulled you away from the wall and walked the two of you over to the bed, placing you down gently. Standing between your legs at the edge of the bed, he looked down at you wordlessly as his fingers pulled the hem of his shirt from the waist of his pants, and began unbuttoning it slowly. Leaning back on your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes, lips parted slightly, watching the intensity in his face peering down at you.

Shifting forward, you dropped your eyes to his hands, and moved your fingers to nudge his away, taking over the task of unbuttoning. Once the last button was released, you tentatively slipped your fingertips past the fabric of his shirt, lightly tracing over the taut lines of his stomach.

Chris watched your every move wantonly, his lips parted, skin tensing under your heated gaze and the softness of your touch.

With your eyes locked on the expanse of his skin before you, your fingers appreciatively, teasingly, slowly trailed higher, over his broad chest, and back up to his shoulders.

Your eyes lifted to his once more, hands shifting to the collar of his shirt, silently tugging him down. Chris’ lips molded against yours while you slid the fabric of his shirt off of his shoulders, down his arms, dropping it to the floor behind him.

“Scoot back,” he whispered against your mouth, causing you to shift further up the bed as he kicked his shoes off. Predatorily, Chris crawled his way over your body beneath him, eyes trailing his way up to meet yours once again before his lips reunited with yours.

Something shifted in the air, the pressure of his kisses becoming more slow, savoring, and his touches were featherlight rather than full of desperation. Hesitantly, his hand trailed down the side of your body to the bottom of your sleep shirt, slipping just below the hem to feel the warmth of your skin beneath.

The tips of his fingers swept against the side of your waist, lightly creeping higher until they brushed the soft curve of your breast. With a short inhale, Chris shifted his lips to press against your jaw once, twice, before he leaned onto one elbow, and glanced down your body to where his hand splayed flat against your stomach, thumb and pointer finger under the soft swell of skin.

He paused before allowing his hand to trail any further before making eye contact with you again, silently asking for permission before continuing. The intensity of his expression was making you nervous, but the near pleading look of desire on his face instinctively made you feel revered below him.

With a short nod of approval, you drew your lower lip between your teeth momentarily as his attention shifted back to the skin hot below his touch. Soft kisses were placed strategically to your neck, collarbone, and down the center of your clothed chest, down to the bare skin of your lower abdomen when both of his hands shifted to the hem of your shirt.

Inch by inch, he coaxed your shirt up, and with your assistance, he removed it completely, tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed. With his attention back on the expanse of you, exposed beneath him, Chris let a low, appreciative groan slip between his lips as his large hand tentatively covered the full swell of one of your breasts.

“God, these are even better than I imagined…” Chris murmured, eliciting a breathy laugh out of you at the innocent devotion in his voice. He looked back up to you with half a smirk, before peering back down to the supple flesh beneath his hand. Lowering his head, he leaned in to graze his teeth over the opposite peaked bud, softly nipping before dragging his tongue soothingly across it.

Instinctively, your back arched with the sensations of his feverish touches, exhaling a breathless gasp at the tortuous spark he was causing to course through your veins. Between the yearning focus of his ministrations and the way he was making every inch of you feel like it was coming alive, any lingering resolve you had quieted in surrender.

Lifting your hand to the back of his head again, holding him close to you, your eyes fluttered shut once more, focusing on the trail of heated kisses and the drag of Chris’ tongue as he shifted between your breasts, giving each one equal careful attention.

A few moments later, the tip of Chris’ tongue trickled down the length of your torso, just to the top of your sleep shorts, placing a soft, lingering kiss just above the waistband. Watching you carefully, he hooked his fingers on either side of your shorts, and panties, inching them down deliberately. Once they finally reached your ankles, he bent one of your legs, kissing the inside of the knee as he fully removed your remaining clothes, dropping them to the floor.

Situating himself fully between your legs, you could feel his heated gaze washing over you, silently memorizing every inch of your exposed skin as he gingerly slid his hands up the inside of both of your thighs, gently pushing them further apart. As he settled more comfortably in the space between, he huffed a breath against your achingly damp core in front of him.

“You’re so wet…” Chris murmured mostly to himself, bringing one of his fingers to just barely brush over the sensitive flesh of your pink lips, collecting some of your arousal. Gazing up to your face, he brushed his now coated fingertip against your clit momentarily, evoking a filthy moan from you. “You smell so good…” he whispered, applying just a little more pressure as he leaned in closer to further inhale your scent.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, your cheeks blushing a bright pink at his obscenity. Bringing one of your hands to cover your face, Chris quickly reached up to grab your hand as he licked a firm stripe up your center. “No hiding from me,” he paused, replacing the tip of his finger against your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. “want you to watch me devour you.”

With a sharp inhale of your breath, you nodded once, agreeing to his demand. The sight of him was surreal, something you never fathomed would happen, and yet here he was, with clear intentions of worshipping every inch of you.

Fully relinquishing control to him, you brought one of your hands up again and began idly chewing on your thumbnail, eyes unable to shift from him. “Good girl,” he breathed against your pussy, a darkened expression on his face as he slowly pressed the tip of his pointer finger at your soaked entrance, licking your clit again.

“Mm, you taste even better than you smell…” he mumbled against you, licking your wet folds more incessantly. Your body shuddered below his mouth, the mixture of his words, skilled tongue and long finger slipping effortlessly into your pussy becoming overwhelming. Your free hand moved to the back of his head, tangling your fingers through his curls once again, desperately needing something to hold onto.

Chris angled his hand, shifting so his finger curled in just the perfect way to coax repeated soft whimpers out of you. The intoxicating noises you were making fueled him with more determination to make you fall apart for him, dragging the expanse of his tongue all the way up your slit, and wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” you whined, hips arching up until his mouth as he lewdly suckled your bud, simultaneously slipping a second finger into your wet pussy. More encouraged than ever, Chris angled his fingers deeper into you, curling them skillfully against the spongy spot inside that made your legs quiver. Using a come hither motion with his digits, and applying the perfect amount of pressure, your breath caught again as you exhaled “oh God…”

Another groan from Chris reverberated against your clit, your body convulsing again with the low vibrations, “so responsive… you gonna cum already baby?” he teased, the speed in which his fingers moved increasing and the movements of his lips and tongue against you becoming more intense.

A few more seconds of his determined, relentless pace and the exquisite feeling of his mouth all over you, you could feel your orgasm creeping up your body. “Chris…” you whimpered, dropping both hands to his shoulders in an attempt to push him away from the intense feeling. Shaking his head against you, he ignored your plea and kept moving his fingers so perfectly, lips and tongue consuming you.

“Chris, please..” you whimpered, fingertips pressing into his shoulders desperately. “I need you…”

“Fuuuck…” he groaned against your pussy, barely looking up at you with heated desire in his darkened eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about hearing you say that.” Slowly dragging his fingers out of your warmth, he licked over them hungrily before slowly shifting back up your body until his lips, slick with your arousal, devoured yours again.

One of his hands eagerly dropped to his belt, fumbling blindly to unfasten it while kissing you fervently, desperately, all teeth and tongue. Noticing his struggle, both of your hands slipped between your bodies and with expert precision, his trousers were unbuttoned and being pushed down his hips and thighs.

Now with nothing between your bodies except his CK boxer briefs, the palm of your delicate hand glided over the distinct curve of his erection, causing Chris to suck air in between his clenched teeth. “Oh my god,” he breathed over your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours, sinking into the delicious sensations of your touch.

Admiring the view of him agonizingly yielding to the deliberate stroking of your hand over him, you tilted your head to place a wet path of soft kisses along his neck, trailing the tip of your tongue over his flesh before whispering against his ear “...feel good?”

A short nod of his head was all he could reply before mumbling out “so fucking good,” shifting his hips to rock desperately against your hand.

Choosing to not drag it out any further, your fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxer briefs and agonizingly slowly inched them down his body until he was able to reopen his eyes and kick them fully off.

Lifting one of his hands, Chris adoringly brushed some of your hair behind your ear, watching you for any signs of hesitation as he hovered above you. Noting the concern in his eyes, you lifted your head to his just enough to let your lips melt reassuringly against his, silently surrendering to the moment.

Your fingertips grazed over the impossibly hard, veiny weight of him, shifting to wrap fully around his length. Slowly pumping your hand up and down, the tip of your tongue extended to teasingly lick the curve of his plush lips as you gently guided him to your core.

With both of Chris’ hands now firmly placed beside you on the bed, and yours cupping his face, you kissed him reassuringly once more before both of you shifted your gaze to watch him slowly press the tip of his cock against your opening, and agonizingly slowly, slip inside.

Your mouth slacked open, moaning quietly at the feeling of him pushing further inside your body, filling you so completely.

“Oh my God… you’re so fucking warm… soft and warm…” Chris groaned into the side of your neck, trying to restrain himself from moving too quickly.

Shifting your hands from his face to his back, you pulled him closer to you, chests melting against each other, trying to catch your breath as you felt him finally seat himself fully inside of you.

“Shit shit shit…” you hissed, adjusting to the stretch of him. The feeling was so intense, and served as a harsh reminder that it had been far too long since you had a man in your bed.

Lifting his gaze to your face, Chris studied your almost pained expression, whispering lowly “are you ok? Does it hurt?” A breathy laugh escaped your lips, shaking your head. “No, no, it’s just been a while…”

“Ahh…” he murmured, smirking before he placed a teasing kiss against the corner of your lips. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you,” he purred before slowly lifting his hips, dragging his cock out of your warmth, only to push back inside you deeper than before.

Your hands slid over his shoulders once again, feeling every muscle tense beneath your touch and with each movement of his hips. Appreciatively, your fingertips inched down his biceps, worshipping the perfected contours of his arms and the strength evident with each dip and curve of his muscles.

Noticing your reverence with his physique, Chris bucked his hips against yours, instantly growing harder by the thought of you desiring his body. He hadn’t worked out for you, but fuck, he’d spend the rest of his life in the gym if it meant having you look at him that way.

Lifting your gaze back up to his face, you noted the hungered look in his eye and quietly demanded “harder.” With a slow shake of his head and a smirk that crept over his face, silently challenging you if you knew what you had just asked for, he nodded with a growl, pushing himself up for better leverage.

Chris now had the perfect angle to drive even harder into your tight cunt with a newly passioned intensity. Loving every little furrow of your brow and soft mewl slipping past your lips, he used measured self-control to keep a steady pace, his cock reaching new depths with every thrust.

“Oh my god, fuck, you feel so good…” you whimpered, looking up at him with your fingers grasping desperately around his biceps, needing something solid to hold onto. “Please, please don’t stop…”

“Never,” he moaned out, slamming his hips against you again, all of his muscles tightening in his determination to make you feel every single purposeful move. Dropping his neck, Chris brought his lips to your neck and collarbone, leaving hot kisses along your skin, occasionally sinking his teeth into your flesh, making you whimper, causing your pussy to clench tighter around him.

“Unghh.. Don’t do that,” he moaned, before nibbling the column of your neck again. “Your pussy feels too good…”

Without much warning and in an attempt to slow things down a bit, Chris snaked one arm around your waist and another between your shoulder blades, rolling you both so you were now on top of him. Using the opportunity to take some control, you placed both of your palms flat against his chest and sat up with his cock still nestled inside of you.

Your hips started to shift, rocking back and forth against him as you tried to find a new rhythm. Chris’ hands slid up your torso, cupping both of your breasts as he watched the pleasured look spread over your face. “God you look so fucking hot…” His words of praise shifted to your core, clenching around his hard length as your head tipped back in a soft moan.

Switching your movement to slowly bob your pussy up and down his twitching cock, your actions became more erratic with the ache inside of you starting to reach new heights. Chasing that feeling, your motions began to speed up, and Chris took note of the hasty tempo change.

Moving his hands from your breasts down to your hips, his fingertips dug into your skin. “Need a little help there?” He cooed, shifting his legs to place his feet flat on the bed, giving him new leverage to start fucking up into you from below.

Your head tipped down, lips parted, hair cascading over your face and shoulders at the new angle of Chris’ movements. “Oh my god, fuck…” you moaned out, louder than intended. The feeling of him pistoning his hips up against you was bruising and intense, but so good.

Gritting his teeth in focus, he used the power of his muscular thighs to help pounding up into you from below, determined to make you feel every inch of him inside of you. “Fuck, look at you… so god damn pretty getting fucked by me…” he growled, one of his hands shifting up your chest.

Sliding up between your breasts and to the base of your throat, his fingertips wrapped around the column of your neck, causing you to look down wildly at him, whimpering. His grip around your throat was firm, not restrictive, just commanding and possessive. The action alone caused your inner walls to flutter lustfully around his cock, turning you on more than you anticipated.

“Damn baby, I can feel your pussy tightening around me…” Chris groaned, his fingertips on your hips digging in a bit more, and the grip around your neck greedier. “I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that for me?” The change of his voice from demanding to teasing was electrifying, not allowing you to anticipate which version you were going to get next.

Nodding your head quickly in reply, you couldn’t speak, the feeling of his hips slamming up against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“I want to hear you say it, I want to hear you say that you want to cum all over my cock,” he demanded, his pace impossibly speeding up.

“I want to cum all over your cock,” you cried out, eyes pinching shut as you felt the tension in your stomach reach a breaking point, doing whatever you could to hold on and ground yourself in the feeling of being so completely at his mercy.

A thin layer of sweat covered Chris’ body from his overexertion, determined more than ever to push you to your release. “That’s a good girl…” he crooned, just enough to tip you over the edge of your orgasm, crying out as it rippled through your body in waves.

Chris stopped the movements of his hips, holding you down against him, forcing you to ride out your climax with him fully seated inside of you, and the grip on your neck loosened just enough to let you inhale deeply enough to calm your frayed nerves.

Just as he straightened his legs back out, you slumped forward onto his chest, breathing against the crook of his neck as aftershocks of your climax washed through you. “Breathe baby, breathe…” Chris murmured, kissing your cheek soothingly as one hand smoothed down your spine and the other held the back of your head, playing with your hair.

Feeling the walls of your pussy flutter around his still rock hard cock, Chris moaned softly against your temple, trying to stay still within you, not wanting to rush you. As your breath began to settle again, and you noticed the way his achingly stiff length twitched within you, you lifted your head just enough to settle your lips against his again, kissing him slowly with renewed hunger.

Remaining flush against him, you placed your hands on the mattress on either side of him and began shifting your hips back and forth. Tugging your lower lip between his teeth, Chris gave it a gentle pull before his hand moved to the side of your face again, lifting you just enough that he could admire you from below.

No words were needed with the look he saw in your eyes. This wasn’t just a feverish, needy fuck. No, there was something deeper happening that made Chris’ heart swell inside his chest. There was something comfortable, familiar, safe with the way he was holding you, and it was obvious that something had shifted.

Chris’ free hand moved over to yours that was propping you up beside him, and linked his digits between your own. The subtle depth of the action was not lost on you, and your breath hitched again, trying so desperately not to read into the situation.

Coaxing you back down to his lips, you closed your eyes, softening into the passionate, heated kiss. The all consuming feeling of your fingers interlocked between his, your tongues melting together, nipples grazing his chest below and the grinding of your hips against his pelvis caused that needy flicker of release to come sweeping over you again.

The reality of the moment was starting to overwhelm Chris, with every touch and every breath awakening something inside of him, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer beneath you. Against your lips, he murmured “one more, come for me once more.”

Breathily, you moaned against him, the familiar coil tensing within once more. “Come with me,” he paused, begging, “please.” His fingers locked with yours tightened their grip, his thumb reassuringly brushing over the back of your hand, kissing you with renewed determination.

The desperation in his pleas caused you to writhe above him more fervently, creating just enough pressure and friction to your clit, pushing you over the edge into one last, dizzying release. Feeling your inner walls tighten around him, Chris pulled back from your lips, and pressed his forehead against yours as he groaned, holding you impossibly closer as he flooded himself into you.

Finally letting go of your hand, he moved his arm around you, keeping you grounded against his muscular frame, placing soft kisses all over your face. Lifting your head just enough to look into his gentle eyes, you smiled lightly, giving him one more lingering, open mouthed kiss.

A few silent moments later, you finally shifted off of him, and Chris swiftly made his way into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. Once you were both carefully, adoringly cleaned off, he fell back onto the bed beside you with a genuine, cheeky grin.

“Thank you for making teenage Chan’s dreams finally come true.” Of course he meant nothing by it, but his wording caused your throat to tighten with the awareness of the situation.

A light chuckle slipped past your lips, trying not to ruin the moment despite your internal guilt starting to wash over you again. “I should get back to my room,” you said quietly, shifting to climb out of the bed.

Before you could move though, Chris’ hand reached out to grip your wrist, holding you in place. “Please don’t go… not yet. Just stay here with me a little while longer…” he pleaded faintly, eyes searching yours. With a subtle nod, you acquiesced, slipping back under the sheets hesitantly.

With a boyish grin, fully satiated and exhausted, Chris nestled into the sheets beside you, wrapping an arm lazily over your stomach. You on the other hand, laid there stiff, wide awake, the reality of the situation seeping back in.

A few hours later, and barely any sleep out of you, you glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 3AM. You had to get out of there.

Despite his position mostly on his stomach, his face was turned towards you, lips parted, breathing deeply in his sleep. Watching him silently, you couldn’t help but notice the innocence of his expression and how he did truly look the same as he always had all those years ago. That was when you realized that this had to end here.

Hesitantly, you shifted his arm that was draped over you down to the mattress at his side and waited, hoping it wouldn’t wake him. When you were sure it was safe, you carefully moved a lock of his hair away from his face, pushing it up his forehead to get one last glimpse of the handsome man before you.

“Sleep well Chris…” you murmured, barely above a whisper and leaned in to gingerly press your lips to his cheek. Pulling back, you watched him for a moment more before you climbed out of bed.

As silently as you could, you put your clothes back on, keeping an eye on him for any sign of movement. Placing the key card he had given you on the dresser, you crept over to the front door and noiselessly snuck out.

4 hours later, a loud knock rapped against the door of room 814. Jolting awake at the sound, Chris lifted his head and looked around, noting the empty space in the bed beside him. A deep exhale slipped past his lips, disappointment washing over him as he slowly remembered where he was and who wasn’t with him.

He sat up, rubbing his hand through his hair as he heard another knock on the door. Recognizing that it was likely his security team trying to get him moving and back on schedule, he called out “Give me 5 minutes.”

He just wanted another moment to himself, to let the memory of last night sink in. The memory of you sink in.

At the same time, you and Mia both picked up your respective drinks at the airport Starbucks counter. “What’s our gate number again,” your little sister asked, yawning into her frappuccino.

“A14, just up there a little bit,” you said, taking a sip of your iced coffee, leading the two of you down to your gate, each of your carry ons trailing behind you.

“Why did we have to get such an early fliiiiiight,” she whined, dragging her feet. “The stupid sun is barely even out yet.”

“Some of us have lives we have to get back to. Once we get on the plane you’ll have plenty of time to sleep again, so just hold on for another 45 min ok?” You said, elbowing Mia to get her cheer up a little. All you got in response was a grunt.

Finally seated at the gate, waiting for boarding, you glanced out the window wistfully, mind getting lost in the memory of the night before. And Chris. God… Chris.

Lifting your phone, you checked the time again, and felt a pang of disappointment seeing no message from him. Of course there wouldn’t be, you slipped out like a thief in the night and he’d gotten what he wanted out of you. You could both move on with your lives and act like it never happened.

And you did.

For a few days. Weeks.

Until one night you heard your phone buzz, a message popping up on the screen.

Chris: I can’t stop thinking about you.

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can i req bf niki and fem reader and they go on a vacation to jp + meet niki's parents?? btw luv ur works <3

a/n: to whoever that requested this. i am so sorry this took a whole year to even get around to writing this😭 also my photoshopping skills on this banner🤌🏻 but anyways, this isn’t entirely a holiday with ni-ki as i am basing it off what happened when ni-ki went back to his hometown to perform. this is just assuming what happened, obviously fictional so it isn’t real. just imagine people!

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pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff; idol!ni-ki + relationship au

warnings: nope

word count: 2.4K words

it’s been years since ni-ki got to come back home to japan. years without his parents, his family. he had to grow up quick at 14. flying in a plane to an unknown territory. just to train for a 8 months and join a survival show. ni-ki was terrified, confused and quite honestly homesick. yet, after actually winning a spot and debuting. nothing could prepare himself to confess to you.

you had met ni-ki at a small secluded ice cream shop. it was a normal ice cream parlour, there were a few people that came and go. nothing could fully prepare you to come face to face with a masked man.

“hi, what flavour would you like? oh and would you like a single scoop or double?” you say the usual line. ni-ki looks up at you to order, in his head, his jaw drops cartoonishly. you were beautiful. he clears his throat, he probably had been standing there for quite a bit.

“can i get two single scoops? one mint choco and the other being cookies and cream.” he says.

“okay. one second.” you had scooped up the ice cream and placed it into the respective cups. “any toppings?”

“oh umm, maybe some…” his eyes scanned the toppings. which he couldn’t really focus on since your gaze was flustering him a lot. “sprinkles?” he says with a slight confusion in his voice.

you giggled a little, “sprinkles it is. on both ice cream?”

“yeah.” you had topped the ice cream with sprinkles and went to type in the order into the register.

“total will be $3.”

“oh? for two?”

“yeah. our prices are the lowest of the lowest here.” you say.

“woah. i should come back here all the time.” he says. he catches himself and he felt his face heat up. “sorry.”

“don’t be. it would be great if you could come back here everyday. maybe even bring your friends?”

“I think I could do that.” ni-ki smiles behind the mask.

and so he did. he came over to see you everyday and even bought ice cream every single time. was he getting sick and tired of ice cream? yes, but he would be able to see you everyday.

"so how was practice? is it fun?" you asked him curiously. he shook his head.

"just tiring. sometimes it's fun but since comeback is around the corner. practice has just been something I wished never came."

you had frowned at his words, "that doesn’t sound too fun. being an idol doesn’t seem as fun as i thought it would be.” ni-ki chuckles.

“it’s fun at times but you definitely need to have a lot of discipline to really become one. discipline and patience.” you hummed at his words.

“well, i don’t think i could become an idol. the girls? urgh too pretty. kinda jealous of them but i’m mainly just in awe by them.”

“you’re pretty too.” ni-ki says. you felt flustered.

“oh, thank you. i’m not all that pretty. you’ve probably come across a prettier girl than me.”

ni-ki does that unthinkable and he softly reaches your hands. “you’re pretty. really pretty. prettier than any of the girls i’ve seen.” your heart races at his words. in some way, you knew this was a confession since you knew that ni-ki was being obvious about having a crush on you. he didn’t bother hiding it because he didn’t find a reason to. besides, nobody besides you knew it was him. this was his little secret.

“is this your way of confessing to me?” you teased him. he laughs.

“and if it is, will you say yes?”

you smiled, “of course.” he squeezes your hand lightly.

“then from today onwards, you’re my girl.” he declares. you laughed.

“yours.”

a year passes by quickly. ni-ki had a concert in okayama. his hometown. there was a small period of break after their concert so ni-ki decided to invite to travel with them. he helps you place your luggage into the compartment above. you smiled. jake nudges ni-ki’s waist to tease him.

“ayyy, who knew our maknae can be so gentleman like.” jake smirks.

“at least i have a girlfriend.” ni-ki argues back. he pulls you closer to him and pecked the side of your head proudly. it was almost funny when jake's smile fell quickly and he looked like a sad puppy.

with that, ni-ki pulls you to your assigned seat (which was next to him). he kisses your knuckles and makes sure you were alright throughout the entire flight. since you’ve never really flown on a plane before, you were terrified but ni-ki assures you constantly. the both of you shared an earpiece and watched movies throughout the flight. when he looks around, all the boys were asleep so he takes his chance to peck your forehead. you stared right at him and he leans to peck your lips. before you could utter a word, ni-ki pulls you into a sweet kiss. one that showcased how much he loved you and you can’t help but feel your heart race quickly.

there was a short bright flash and so you and ni-ki pulled away. ni-ki turns back to see jungwon and sunghoon with their phones out taking a picture of you and ni-ki kissing.

“whoops.” jungwon says. “you two were too cute. we had to take a picture.”

“send me the picture later on.” ni-ki says. jungwon salutes and settles back at his seat continuing to watch the show he had accidentally dozed off on.

[1 hour passes by]

finally, everyone arrived at okayama. everyone goes to grab their bags from the compartment above once the plane lands and parks. you had to unfortunately be separated from the boys for a bit as your they were going get pictures taken by the paparazzis. one of their managers followed you and brought you towards another gate. there was a small group of people holding up a sign in japanese. it had ni-ki’s face plastered on it. you recognised ni-ki’s siblings and so you assumed that was his mom and dad next to them. they were waiting excitedly for ni-ki or were they waiting for you.

the manager approaches them and explains to them in japanese before turning to look at you. “this is ni-ki’s family, they will be accommodating you for the whole time we are here as you know it can be risky if you stayed with the boys.”

you nod. “thank you, manager jin. you don’t have to worry about me conversing with them. i learnt japanese for quite a while now so i think i can do well with chatting with them.”

“alright, i’ll leave you guys. i have to get back to the boys.” the manager leaves quickly. you turned to the ni-ki’s family and bowed.

“umm, hi. i am (name), ni-ki’s girlfriend.” you told them in japanese. ni-ki’s younger sister runs up to you and hugs you.

“you’re so pretty! ni ni really picked a good girl!” you blushed at his younger sister’s words. his older sister comes up to you and pats your back.

“let’s bring you back to our home so you can rest. taking a flight can be draining.” she says. ni-ki’s mom smiles.

“oh yes, dear. we should get back. you need to rest and also eat! let me make some food for you when get back home.”

once you had arrived at the nishimura household, ni-ki decides to facetime you. his face pops up on your screen.

“hi pretty.” ni-ki smiles.

you giddily smiled at him. “hi.”

“I wish you were here with me. kinda sucks we have to be separated.” he huffs and whines a little. you almost giggle at his cute act. surely, his fans would want to see more of this of him. alas, you could only witness this side of him and even bring it out.

“well, I’m not unfamiliar. I’m in your childhood home. which by the way, your mom has tons of albums of ENHYPEN here. your bedroom feels like a relic, it should be kept in a museum.”

“oh, my mom let you stay in my bedroom?” he tilts his head. you nod.

“yeah. oh and bisco is here too! i think your mom mentioned that he runs in here time to time because he misses you.”

“I’m going to cry that’s so cute.” ni-ki lays his head down on the pillow. “I’m so tired.”

“get some much needed rest, you have a concert tomorrow.” he hums at your words.

“I should visit home after the concert and eat there.”

“i think your mom is hoping for that. oh, maybe the boys can come over too?”

“I don’t think there would be enough space in my parents’ home, baby.” ni-ki chuckles a little.

"well, i'm just saying. i'm sure your parents would like to thank the people for taking care of their baby boy." ni-ki snorts.

"alright, i can't argue with you on that. oh, has bisco warmed up to you yet?" he asks. you panned the camera down to bisco wagging his tail and laying right next to you. ni-ki smiles widely.

"my girls."

"bisco is a boy."

"eh? but- right, boy." he clears his throat. "been a while since i've seen him. i think i forgot his gender."

"it's your family dog."

"it's not exactly my dog. it's my parents." ni-ki explains. you laughed.

"okay okay. it's seriously late and you need to sleep your jet lag off. go eat dinner then sleep."

"yes, ma'am." he salutes at you. you playfully rolled your eyes at him. he blows a kiss to the camera and you do the same before ending the facetime.

a knock at ni-ki's childhood bedroom makes you yelp, you looked up at who knocked on the door and it was konon. she smiles and points to the kitchen.

"my mom made some dinner for you before we left. she just heat it up, you should eat up and then go to sleep."

"oh, thank you." you say and konon leaves. you had gone to eat outside, bisco quietly follows you around as you had settled on the couch to eat. he lays his head comfortably on your lap. which was a little surprising considering you weren't someone bisco was familiar with.

after finishing up with dinner, you had cleaned up the plate and gone to sleep. once again, bisco had followed you into ni-ki's childhood room.

the next day, you and ni-ki's family were going over to the stadium. you'd think that you were just going to simply watch the concert but no. right before the concert, just hours before, you were brought backstage. ni-ki hugs you tightly.

"hi baby." he whispers in your ears. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

"hi." you replied. there was a furball following you around. stopping right at your ankles. "oh, bisco." you had picked him up. he doesn't exactly remember ni-ki since after all it's been years and ni-ki was different now then how he was back then at 14.

bisco looks up at ni-ki then looks away. ni-ki pouts and lets bisco smell his hand. maybe he would remember in a way. unfortunately, not at all. "maybe give him some time?" you say. ni-ki sighs.

"yeah, i know. this little furball is such a shit head. love him though." he ruffles the tiny dog before going over to his parents and hugging the both of them.

as time passes, the boys had to start their concert and so you and ni-ki's family had moved over to the designated seats that you guys were generously given. everyone around you (the engenes) were excitedly and patiently waiting for the concert to start. the lights dimmed and the concert starts.

there was a 7 clear silhouettes seen in the dark and everyone starts yelling. the song starts playing and that is truly when the chaos ensues. you were a little shocked by the yelling and screaming since you've never exactly seen this happen all the time. as time passes by, the boys were starting to wind down. they were talking about how fun they had.

"engenes!! thank you for enjoying today's concert. we will be sure to back next year for another concert here in okayama." jungwon says.

ni-ki picks up his mic, "engenes, i'm really thankful for every one of you for making my dream come true. i get to perform in my hometown and in front of my parents. there is something i have to confess though."

the stadium gets a little silent as ni-ki prepares what to say. "this may be controversial to say as an idol in a boy group. many of you might hate me. that is fine. you can't hate on enhypen. i-" he takes a deep breath in. "i have someone that i truly love. she's here and she's watching me perform in front of everyone that i love and care about. it would be great if you could also show her some love. she deserves the world. she managed to bring out the stronger version of myself today."

everyone was cheering. the boys weren't expecting for ni-ki to have revealed his relationship but they were still proud of him. he stood up for himself. they also knew this would impact the way k-pop was in a way. the culture and mindset behind dating.

"thank you engenes, i love you." he shyly showed a heart to the crowd.

after the concert ends, ni-ki's family and you had gone backstage again. you had ran up to ni-ki despite him still sweaty after the concert. he accepts your hug and held you tight.

"you've cause quite the stir, riki." you say as your voice was muffled due to his clothes. he laughs.

"i know but i had to let everyone know i'm madly in love with you." he says. you felt him peck the top of your head.

"what if they bullied you out of the group? you know how they are now with dating scandals." you asked him.

"don't worry, if the company doesn't do anything. i will. i'll kick whatever they send to HYBE and then throw it in the trash."

you laughed a little. "you're so adorable."

"not as adorable as you." he tilts your chin up and little and leans down to peck your lips. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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killing me softly | 14

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, suggestive version of truth or dare (non-graphic), mention of weed, coke and alcohol usage, physical violence (a punch to the face) & mention of bloody nose + description of bruise, ruthie being a bitch, reader feeling anxiety/discomfort bc of a dare and bc of chris reid, verbal tension/fight, rafe being an ignorant asshole, mild mentions of vomiting (non-graphic), kinda angsty but also funny and fluff

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ you were picked up by rafe for kelce’s party—he kept joking about you needing to get laid, and you finally snapped, calling him out but you ended up solving it. at kelce's you smoked a joint and immediately felt at ease, sharing a chill moment with both boys. later, after the party actually started, rafe left you alone in the kitchen to go sell/and do coke to/with chris reid, and you ended up playing beer pong with molly, topper and his surf friend robert lewis from wilmington. you actually had fun for once—rob was sweet and charming, and seemingly into you. meanwhile, rafe texted you while you were in the bathroom, asking for your location. he also spiraled over the idea that you’d left him to hook up with some random guy. he went to look after you, only to find you had just puked and were fine—leaving him confused and even more on edge. back in the kitchen, tensions flared again when rob reappeared with kelce, and you were clearly enjoying rob's company. rafe, pissed off, decided to join a game of truth or dare—fully ready to ruin rob’s night just to make a point.

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 11.4k+ (oops)

✿ A / N ✿ i didn't think i'd still have that much left to say about the party, but the words just came and somehow we ended up with over 11k. i'm actually very anxious about the direction i went with and not completely happy with how i handled the rob-reader-rafe situation, feels a little underwhelming and i'm sorry if you expected more, but i hope you still enjoy the reader x rafe content and PLSLLSLSLS I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS PART <3

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W E E K O N E // F R I D A Y

The moment Ruthie Whitmore decided to join the game, you knew the night could go downhill real fast for you.

Because holy fucking shit, this? This wasn’t Truth or Dare. This was Strip or Humiliate Yourself. Either you did the dare, or you took off a piece of clothing for the rest of the game.

Great, right?

Even the setup was wild. Originally, it was supposed to take place in the living room, but Ruthie thought it would be so much better to play in a private room, so it could be just you guys.

Mhm. Fucking Ruthie Whitmore and her bestie Gracie Malone (very friendly reminder: Rafe’s ex-FWB or whatever) were in on this insane-ass game.

And of course, it had been Ruthie’s idea to play this specific version, and unfortunately, over half the group had been super hyped about it, so it was officially locked in.

So now ten people were sitting in the lower lounge room on a circular couch. The glass table that used to be in the middle had been carried to the side by Kelce and sleazeball Chris Reid (aka the asshole Rafe ditched you for to go deal coke).

And to make things worse: the room had a giant floor-to-ceiling window looking out onto the backyard—where the rest of the party was still going strong.

To sum it up: You were now participating in an absolutely batshit insane, borderline scandalous game. And not just you—some of the worst people you knew were in it too. Oh, and bonus: the room had the perfect view for any drunk watchers hanging out outside.

Mhm. You were fucked.

But getting up and leaving now? Nope. That would officially label you as the cowardly, prude, shy girl everyone probably already thought you were. Plus... you were pretty drunk, still riding the last warm waves of that joint, and even though your heart was pounding like crazy (note for next time: avoid Rafe’s JägerBull mix), somehow it all felt... kind of exciting.

I’m so fucking wasted holy shit.

Also, it was five girls and five guys playing, sitting alternately on the couch (another brilliant Ruthie idea).

And now came the sickest part: you were sitting between Rob and RAFE.

Like ???!!?!?, WHAT KINDA BELLA-JACOB-EDWARD SHIT WAS GOING ON????

Even funnier? After you'd sat down next to Rob (because obviously!), Rafe had taken the seat to your right. EVEN FUNNIER??? The couch, as big as it was, still had everyone sitting kinda squished together and guess what: Rafe manspread like a damn king, arms crossed, leaving you no choice but to shift closer to Rob—so close your thighs were touching and JSJCKSNDKSNCJS.

Let’s just say, your stomach was doing somersaults—and not because you needed to puke again.

Well… maybe a little, because Samantha had just finished her drunk attempt at a lap dance for the perv Chris Reid.

The worst part of that dare wasn’t even some pricks outside watching her—it was that Sam seemed to actually be enjoying it. Swinging her ass in that tiny skirt in front of that asshole, smiling all wide while Ruthie and Gracie cheered her on.

It was so sad and disgusting to watch. If you weren’t such a chicken, you’d go pull her out of there yourself.

“Bitch, that was hot as fuck!” Ruthie yelled, and Sam giggled as she flopped down next to Chris, his hand settling on her bare thigh and NO. Just. EW.

Judging by the look on his face, he couldn’t wait for this game to end so he could disappear with her for a few minutes.

“Ayy, my turn now!” Kelce said, clapping his hands with a big grin. “Hit me with some good shit, Ruthie.”

He was wasted too. Or maybe that was just Kelce being Kelce.

Ruthie smirked like a damn fox and tapped on her phone (mhm. she was the game master, using some weird app she’d entered everyone’s names into that generated these insane dares).

“For 20 seconds, put your hands under the top of…” Ruthie began, and your heart was thundering, nerves buzzing all over, “the person to your right.”

You exhaled in relief—but immediately held your breath again.

All eyes on Molly.

NOT HER.

Kelce raised his brows. “Ayo, that’s kinda sexual harassment, no?”

OH. Kelce Statter actually showing decency??? King shit.

Ruthie just shrugged. “Do it or take your shirt off.”

“I’ll gladly take your place, dude,” Chris chimed in and GOSH THIS ASSHOLE YOU WANTED TO UGHHHHH. Fucking disgusting prick.

Rafe scoffed beside you (YES, THANK YOU), and Kelce’s mouth tugged downward, opening his lips to respond but:

“It’s alright,” Molly said casually and WHAT. GIRL WHAT?! She shrugged with a sweet smile. “It would be consensual.”

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK OMG?!

YOU SNEAKY LITTLE OMGMGMFMM. Did cutie patootie Molly Crane have a thing for CRAZY-ASS LOUDMOUTH KELCE STATTER?? LIKE??? AND WHY DID THIS ABSOLUTELY INSANE SHIP KINDA MAKE SENSE?!!!

Kelce chuckled (yep, your head was fuzzy but you still picked up on the nervousness) and shook his head all cool (bro was 100% flustered). “Nah, it’s cool. I’m a gentleman, okay?”

With that, he reached back and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing some very well-defined abs and muscles (okay, Rafe had been right—Kelce really took the gym bro life seriously).

The other girls and Chris clapped and wooed him on. Except for Molly: she just smiled, all soft and genuinely amused, and KELCE TOTALLY NOTICED AND GOD, IT WAS WEIRDLY SWEET TO WATCH… if you ignored the whole raunchy setting for a second.

“Our dear Molly is next,” Ruthie said, her voice all fake-sweet.

YOU WEREN’T EVEN UP YET AND YOUR NERVES WERE SHOT.

Ruthie tapped her phone and: “Which two people here would you most likely have a threesome with, and why?” She furrowed her brows. "Ugh, boring."

OH. MY. GOD.

AND FUCKING MOLLY DIDN’T EVEN HESITATE. THIS GIRL HAD BALLS OF STEEL. Because in the most casual tone ever, she said, “Hm. Maybe Kelce and Y/N.”

GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY… FUCKING GOD.

Molly pulled her legs up, smiled softly, and shrugged. “And I guess I’d just feel comfortable with them both.”

GIRL.

You and Kelce locked eyes for a second, both of you looking like you’d just seen a ghost because WHAT. OMG. LIKE GO GIRL BUT WHAT???

And while everyone else immediately burst into chatter and started debating who they would pick, you barely noticed Rafe’s knee nudging your leg. He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised just slightly, voice low so only you could hear: “You'd be down for that?”

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?

The heat that had already crept into your cheeks after Molly’s answer spread to your whole face. “I…”

For a brief second, Rafe then looked at Rob, sitting on your left—his expression hard to read. “Nah, you’d rather swap Kelce for your new boyfriend, huh?”

Your brows twitched. Something about his voice sounded off, and you weren’t sure if it was just the booze messing with your perception or…

“Okay, this is getting boring, let’s move on!” Ruthie’s shrill voice cut through the air, and everyone quieted down.

Topper was already shifting in his seat—being on Molly’s right, he was next.

Ruthie’s grin twisted into something Joker-esque. “Ohh, I like that one. Send a nude to the last person in your chat history.”

Literally every guy in the circle started grinning like idiots, Kelce and Chris said some dumb shit, and Rafe muttered, “I’m sure his mom’s already seen his dick.”

Even Rob chuckled, shooting Rafe an amused glance. “Pretty sure he’s had her chat pinned since fifth grade.”

Rafe scoffed, appearing amused—but you knew better. You could feel how his whole body tensed beside you, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t out of some protective instinct for Topper.

Which reminded you...Rafe never faked things. He was blunt, direct, and always spoke his mind. But with Rob? There’d been this one-sided tension—like he'd been one second away from decking Rob in the kitchen just earlier. And you couldn’t help wondering if they had some kind of history.

“And?” Ruthie asked, brows raised. “Who’s the lucky recipient?” She pouted. “Or are you gonna chicken out?”

Gracie and Samantha giggled, and Chris laughed, nodding. “It’s fine, bro. If there’s nothing to show, better keep it to yourself.”

Your jaw clenched. Poor Topper looked genuinely trapped and uncomfortable. AND FUCKING CHRIS, THAT GUY LIKE DHFCSBCFHSJDNFCSKHCNDUIK GRRRRRRR.

“Ayo, dude, you sure you wanna be the one bragging?” Kelce chimed in, all casual and grinning, and holy shit, he did it so well. It was definitely a jab but Kelce had this bro-energy that made it sound like nothing.

And just like that, your respect for Kelce shot up by a mile. Him standing up for his friend? YES. KING.

Chris clearly tensed but laughed it off, pretending Kelce’s comment was absurd.

“I’m not doing this here,” Topper said—and everyone looked at him, surprised he even considered doing it.

Ruthie frowned. “Um, yes? That’s literally the whole point of the game. What’s the use if no one sees it?”

“Not everyone’s as public with their nudes as you, Ruthie,” Rafe said, and you had to bite back a smile. (Also, Rafe backing Topper despite their weird tension? Also king shit.)

Ruthie glared at him, then her gaze landed on you like she was about to say some unhinged shit but this time Rob spoke up, shrugging: “Seems fair,” he said. “I mean, he could show it to one of us as proof. Doing this and sending it off seems kinda unbalanced compared to the other dares, right?”

Jesus. A whole Topper Avengers team was forming here, apparently.

It was clear Ruthie didn’t like the direction this was going. Her smile tight and fake. “Sure, I guess, if y’all wanna play the boring version. But he should at least tell us who he’s sending it to.”

Topper, who’d already pulled out his phone, stared nervously at the screen. And it made you so mad that he felt like he had to prove anything here.

“Cara Hall.”

OH.

OH MY GOD.

OKAY, NO—THAT WAS. NO.

Cara definitely didn't want to receive a fucking dick pic right now while celebrating her mom’s birthday, holy shit. You could already picture her face—OH MY GOD.

TOPPER PLEASE DON’T.

Ruthie pulled a face and waved her hand dismissively. “Ugh, okay, then go do your thing. We’ll keep going in the meantime.”

Topper, cheeks flushed, stood up while Chris and Samantha cheered him on.

“Think he still has a shot with her after this?” Rafe said, leaning down slightly so his shoulder brushed yours (?!), his voice dipped in dry amusement.

Okay, WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS UP WITH HIM???

First, he'd checked on you after your little puke episode (the fact he'd been looking for you in the first place???), then he'd been kinda touchy as he guided you back to the kitchen. Not to mention his insane mood swing afterward for literally no reason—was Rafe too drunk or high to even realize what the fuck he was doing???

You were far from sober yourself but his behavior had shifted so suddenly, it was like he was actively seeking out your—NOPE, YOU JUST DRANK TOO MUCH LOLLLLLZZZ.

“Aight, Ruth, don’t let it get boring,” Chris said, smiling all cocky as Topper left the room.

“Pfft, that’s not on me,” Ruthie muttered, clearly annoyed, and got ready to read the next dare for herself. And judging by the grin on her face, it played right into her hands. “Aww, sweet. Make out with the person to your right for 60 seconds.”

...

She can't be serious.

Yeah, funny. Real fucking funny that the perfect guy happened to be sitting next to her, and she was the one in charge of this whole damn game.

And even funnier, how she first smiled at you before turning to Rob with fluttery, fake-innocent eyes.

“That okay with you?” she asked, voice all smug and sugary and just—HNCDSUNFCJDSFUCKYOU.

Your heart thundered with rage because, for some reason, this just felt so unfair and wrong and AHHHH. Like—no, just NO.

HOW was it that you finally met a guy at a party who you instantly clicked with, who clearly liked you, AND THEN THIS HAPPENED? It felt like the universe had just sucker punched you in the face.

But yeah, sure, it’s cool, everything’s fine.

Would’ve just been too fucking wild if you were allowed to have one lucky day, hm. And you feeling jealous now? It felt so stupid and embarrassing because clearly Rob could do whatever the fuck he wanted. It was a fucking party and you two only knew each other for barely a few hours. There was NO point in getting riled up about this. This whole game was designed for this kind of crazy shit anyway—it was just…

Why Ruthie? Why not Molly? Or giggling Samantha? Or hell, even fucking Gracie? But WHY that bitch?

“Fine by me,” Rob said, and your stomach dropped.

Ruthie’s annoying little friends cheered them on as she and Rob leaned in to get ready to—yeah, no, you didn’t need to watch this shit.

While everyone else watched the two of them make out, your eyes locked on Rob’s back. Looking away entirely would make you seem like a little bitter girl, so you focused hard on the music blasting from outside, just trying not to hear the kissing sounds—or whatever else was happening right next to you.

“Shit, cheer up. You dodged a bullet with this fucker,” Rafe whispered, his shoulder brushing yours AGAIN, and when you looked at him—you had never seen him grin so hard. Like, dude was full-on gloating. Pupils blown wide.

You had no idea if this asshole was mocking you or actually trying to make you feel better.

All you could do was furrow your brows, anger bubbling up inside you—confused and irritated by this whole night. BY RAFE ACTING LIKE THIS?!

You just wanted to get up and go home.

Instead, you sat there frozen, letting the moment pass, subconsciously scooting a little away when Rob shifted back into his seat after him and Ruthie were done.

Now your thigh was touching Rafe's, but at this point, did it even matter anymore?

Gracie and Samantha giggled again, bickering over something, and honestly—could someone just throw them out already??

“Aww, no, you’ve got something right here,” Ruthie said all cheeky, pointing at a smudge of lipstick on the corner of Rob’s mouth.

Rob laughed, surprised. “Oh, thanks,” he said, wiping it away and throwing you a little sheepish smile.

The worst part? He wasn’t some pervy guy. He didn’t seem to have any bad intentions or shady motives. No, he was just genuinely having fun, enjoying the game and the whole social vibe—kind of like a golden retriever, oblivious to Ruthie's stupid shit.

Which made Rafe's apparent disdain toward him all the more ridiculous. Like, Rob was literally just existing and enjoying life. Then again, exactly this worldview was probably what pissed Rafe off in the first place. That guy was a hater.

"What’s taking Topper so long?" Shitface Chris said with a scoff. "Does he need help finding his cock or what?"

Do you need help finding your brain?

“Sounds like you’re volunteering”, Rafe said, scoffing amused.

This time Chris narrowed his eyes, leaning forward like he was ready to throw hands. And Rafe? He raised his chin like he wanted someone to hit him tonight.

O-kay. Two guys on coke? Not exactly the best combo.

"But the game," Samantha said, clinging to Chris’ bicep.

"Sammy’s right," Ruthie chimed in, and then she smiled in that way—and you knew it could only go downhill from here. "Let’s get back to the fun part."

Aaaand your adrenaline spiked the second she met your eyes, that fake-ass smile on her face.

"I think Rob should sit back for now. Catch his breath and all, you know? Then we can move on with you, yeah?"

BITCH.

"No, it's fine", Rob said, genuinely confused.

Ruthie shut him down with that sickly sweet smile of hers. "Aww, no, it's alright. You've already proven yourself plenty."

OH THIS FUCKING BITCH.

Your heart pounded, nerves buzzing, all eyes on you, and the awareness of your sweaty hands just made everything worse. Rafe bouncing his leg beside you didn’t help either.

But you didn’t give your brain time to react. You just nodded with a forced smile and said, "Sure."

"Great." Ruthie was grinning like a damn hyena. She tapped on her phone, the next dare loading, your pulse shooting into orbit, and when that disgusting sparkle lit up her eyes, you knew you were fucked.

"Oh, this one’s..." She giggled again, pretending to hesitate. "I mean, it’s not really bad but for you it might be a little too much..."

Samantha kicked her feet. "Don’t keep us in suspense, Ruth."

God, you hated these wannabe mean girls and whatever fake Barbie energy they were on so much. Like who even talked like that, all sugary and fake?

"Okay, okay, you’re right." Ruthie smiled, still staring at her screen. Then she said, "Play 7 minutes in heaven with..." Her brows twitched, then the biggest grin appeared on her lips. "Chris."

FUCKING HELL, ABSOLUTELY NOT. NOPE NOPE NOPENOPENOPE.

NO!

Just the thought of being in this room with that perv made your skin crawl—but being locked in with him for 7 whole-ass minutes??

FUCK NO.

You just stared at her, feeling Chris Reid’s nasty, filthy gaze on you, the way he chuckled—gross and suggestive—and Ruthie grinning with that awful glint in her eyes.

Your body felt dizzy, heart pounding in your chest, your ears, your head—NO. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t do this.

Not with him.

You didn’t even know what to say, afraid you’d come across as prude or—COULD RAFE PLEASE STOP BOUNCING HIS LEG??

Ruthie tilted her head, pouting. "Aww, knew it was gonna be too much for you. Well then, remove your top."

You pressed your lips together, too many thoughts and emotions boiling over, this whole thing suddenly crashing down like a massive wave of disgust.

"Ruthie..." Kelce started but the bitch just shook her head.

"What? Those are the rules."

Rob seemed to lean over to gaze into her phone, but she immediately turned it away, laughing like everyone else was insane. "Jesus, y’all are acting like this is some crazy dare. It’s just staying in a room with—"

"Okay!" you snapped, heat flooding through your entire body.

No—not heat. That was the suffocating weight of fear and panic at the thought of being alone in a room with Reid.

The room went silent. Only some shitty Travis Scott song kept playing through those obnoxiously loud speakers outside.

It’s just 7 minutes. And he’s not going to force anything, right? RIGHT?!

Heart thundering, adrenaline buzzing through your nerves, ignoring that perv's disgusting smirk across from you, you moved to get up—

And froze.

A warm hand had grabbed your wrist. Gentle but firm.

"That’s some bullshit." Rafe’s voice was low and calm. The way he stared down Ruthie—cold, disgusted—no, actually, there was something deeply unsettling in his gaze.

It gave you goosebumps.

Ruthie scoffed, raising her brows. "Yeah? And why’s that? Jealous she might enjoy—"

"Nah, that fucker’s just a fucking perv," Rafe cut her off, and the entire circle practically gasped.

Reid's brows drew together as he squared up in his seat. "What the fuck, man?"

"What?" A crooked smile spread across Rafe's face. "Am I wrong?"

And just like that, Chris was on his feet, his whole body and face radiating anger. The aggressive football player vibe? Very much present—and those blown-wide pupils? Danger.

A guy like that on coke was definitely not the best mix.

"You got a problem with me, Cameron? Get up and say it to my fucking face," Chris said, his face flushed.

Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly, and you could feel his whole body tensing up like he was about to rise and blow the entire situation up.

And your heart? Either it had stopped, or it was beating so fast you couldn’t hear it anymore.

"It's fine," you said, forcing a tight smile while a thousand thoughts raced through your head. "I mean, Ruthie’s right. Compared to the others, it’s an easy dare."

Agreeing with that bitch felt more humiliating than what the dare actually entailed.

Rafe looked at you with an intensity and disbelief like you'd just full on slapped him. His pupils were massive, and under the surface, you could sense the storm of anger brewing. He opened his mouth, but Ruthie cut him off.

"See? Your girl gets it," she said.

Chris chuckled condescendingly. "Don’t worry, dude. You know I'm chill. I’ll be soft with—"

He didn’t even get to finish the sentence. Rafe was on his feet—

— and caught a fist straight to the face.

"You’re a bitch, Cameron," Chris gloated.

With a groan, Rafe rubbed his bloody nose, a twisted grimace on his face.

But instead of backing off, he instantly grabbed Chris by the collar—Kelce and Rob jumped up too, rushing to intervene with a panicked, "Ayo, guys, guys!" while Ruthie was giggling like a maniac in the background.

She looked at you, her thumb gesturing toward Rafe. "Get your pathetic dog under control."

Oh, and you were this close to throwing hands with her because she was seriously pushing every button—but the chaos unfolding had you too stunned to do anything.

And somehow, in the midst of it all, Rob ended up the one in Rafe’s crosshairs. As Rob reached out to pull him off Chris, Rafe’s head snapped toward him.

Rafe shoved him hard. "Keep your fucking hands off me."

"Hey, man, come on, you need to chill," Rob said, raising his hands, eyes wide with genuine confusion, like he had no clue why all this anger had suddenly been directed at him.

"Guys, come on," Kelce said over Ruthie's manic giggles.

But Rafe was locked in on Rob, didn't even react when Kelce grabbed his shoulder.

"Oh my God, guys, why are you even fighting?" Ruthie suddenly piped up, her voice all fake-innocent (Rafe was legit about to swing at Rob). "I was just joking."

The room seemed to hold its breath. Everyone turned toward Ruthie now, who was grinning and soaking in the attention like it was the best drink of her life.

She flipped her phone around for everyone to see but held it up toward Rafe specifically. "See, Cameron? You can relax your balls. Lucky for you, the dare actually included your name." She laughed. "I was just messing around a bit."

"You're a bitch, Ruthie," Molly said from behind—and that sentence coming from sweetheart Molly? Lowkey, the craziest part of this whole messed-up night.

Rafe’s face was tight, blood smeared across his nose and lips, a bruised mark blooming on his cheek from Reid’s punch. He locked eyes with you for a split second—his gaze cold, brows twitching like he was waiting for you to say something.

But you couldn't.

He slapped Kelce’s hand away and said, "I’m fucking done with this shit," before pushing past Kelce and Chris and stormed out of the room.

Ruthie sighed, fake sadness plastered all over her face. "Aw, game’s over I guess."

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"Seriously, why does all the crazy shit always happen when I'm not present?" Cara said, frowning as she watched Topper mix her a non-alcoholic cocktail at the bar outside.

After that whole completely unhinged mess earlier, Kelce had—very nicely, actually—kicked Ruthie and Chris out of the party (thankfully, Gracie had left on her own), and then even apologized to you for their “uncool” behavior.

And not only that, he'd asked if it would be okay if he left you behind to go check on Rafe. Like… dude, you felt SO bad for ever having judged Kelce even a little.

You’d just said, "Of course. I hope he’s doing okay." Even though you kind of really wanted to follow him but you were too afraid of coming off clingy, especially with how done Rafe had seemed with you tonight.

Besides—BESIDES asidefromfuckingbesides—CARA had finally shown up.

Topper (thank GOD the guy hadn't sent her a dick pic) had indeed vanished to the bathroom but instead got into a long texting back-and-forth with Cara, which led to her showing up earlier than planned.

Yep. There was definitely something going on between them.

WHEW.

A LOT had happened tonight.

Which was why the bar in the backyard was the perfect place to stop your brain from sobering up and spiraling.

You’d have enough time for that tomorrow HAHAHAHAHHELP.

"Be glad," Topper said at Cara’s disappointed tone, placing the finished pink drink in front of her. "I didn’t experience the whole mess that went down but Ruthie really lost her shit tonight."

Molly nodded, sipping her own drink. "That’s always how she is. Tries to make up for her insecurities by playing power games." Then she glanced at you. "Sorry she took it out on you."

You shook your head with an awkward smile (suddenly feeling weird about Rob's presence so close to you). "It’s okay. I mean, it was kinda obvious this would happen if she joined and took charge of the game."

"Nah, next time call me right away," Cara said firmly. "I’m not afraid to throw hands with a bitch like that. I’ve been wanting to punch her for years."

You all laughed.

Then Topper’s expression turned serious. "I just hope Rafe’s alright. I mean, taking a punch from a monster like Reid? I’m surprised his jaw’s still intact."

"Right? I thought we were gonna have to call 911," Molly added. "But I guess he got lucky that Chris held back."

Rob nodded with a baffled laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess I'm also lucky Rafe held back as well. I seriously thought he was gonna give me a matching bruise."

"Yeah. He's been on edge since this afternoon", Topper said with a frown. "I'm not saying he deserved that punch, but maybe this humbled him for once."

"Okay, we nearly got a crazy-ass fight, which is cool and all but... how did that even happen?" Cara asked—and funny enough, all eyes turned to you.

PLSSSS.

You smiled awkwardly. Even you couldn’t deny that the whole situation had kind of escalated because, well...

"He stepped up for Y/N," Molly said, her voice gentle, her smile amused. "Saved her from playing 7 minutes in heaven with Chris. Very heroic."

NAHHHHHH MOLLY PLEASE DON’T.

Your face flared up instantly—AND FUCKING CARA AND TOPPER SHOOTING EACH OTHER SIDEYES WASN’T HELPING.

"It was just a nice gesture," you said but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling a little as you thought of how gently he’d grabbed your wrist.

"GIRL, what?! He literally took a punch for you." Cara was shaking her head like a maniac, looking from Topper to Molly. "Please, can one of you just tell her that he likes her? She never listens to me."

CARA OMG.

Molly chuckled and gave you an amused look. "I feel like he would’ve killed someone for you in that moment. Just saying."

"Yeah, me", Rob chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

DGFKHBJKVJKCSLFICJKSAJDFHXKNDSK GUYS.

And to top it all off, Topper chimed in with a deadpan expression: "Please don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this idiot."

OKAY THIS WAS GETTING OUT OF HAND.

You shook your head, your whole face burning. "No!" you laughed nervously. "I mean—"

Someone’s phone rang (a miracle anyone could even hear it over the music), and according to Topper's expression, it was his.

"Kelce," he muttered and answered. "What’s up?"

A weird feeling spread in your stomach. What if Chris’s punch had actually done more damage to Rafe's face? Reid could’ve easily caused a concussion and—

"And why can’t you get it yourself?" Topper frowned as he listened to whatever Kelce was saying on the other end.

"Yeah, sure, I guess. Be there in a sec." With an annoyed sigh, he hung up and stuffed the phone back into his shorts pocket.

"Rafe died?" Cara asked, sipping her drink.

Topper shook his head. "Kelce thought it was more important to smoke a joint first instead of looking after Rafe’s busted face, and now they’re both too stoned to get off their asses."

"There's no better painkiller than a fat J", Rob replied.

Molly chuckled, and you also had to smile, relieved that Rafe seemed to be okay after all (plus huge props to Rob for being so cool about Rafe's almost crashout).

"So now you’re playing sexy nurse or what?" Cara asked Topper, raising a brow in amusement.

Topper shook his head, a faint blush on his cheeks, and walked around the bar. "Nah, they just want some ice for Rafe’s face." He pulled a medium-sized bag of ice cubes from the freezer. "Be right back."

"Wait!" Cara said, grabbing his arm. NO, you did NOT like the look on her face. "I feel like Y/N should go."

Topper raised his brows.

You frowned. "What? Why?"

"Think of it as the perfect chance to thank Rafe for his little hero moment."

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This is ridiculous.

You stood in front of Kelce’s bedroom door. The music wasn’t nearly as loud up here in the hallway. In your hands: a bag of ice and a towel Topper had handed you.

Why were you even nervous? Seriously?

You were just bringing Rafe this stuff and then heading back down again. That was all. UGH—no, the problem was that YOU were the one standing here instead of Topper.

Before you could spiral with a thousand overthinking thoughts, you shoved down every anxious nerve and the obvious heat in your face, and knocked on the door.

Your brows furrowed when no one answered.

Okay, no big deal. I’ll just go in, drop off the ice, maybe ask if everything’s alright, and then dip. Rafe won’t think I’m clingy.

Ugh. Maybe you really should’ve taken more of Topper’s shots.

You opened the door and peeked inside.

And what the actual fuck—Kelce’s room was way cleaner than you'd expected. The bed was made, posters of athletes and boxers were hung in perfect symmetry on the walls, everything on the desk was neatly arranged... and it didn’t smell like gross boy.

Nope. Instead, a sweet scent of weed drifted in from the half-open balcony door, Kelce and Rafe’s muffled voices outside.

You bit the inside of your cheek. I got this.

You walked straight to the glass door and knocked like a little idiot.

Kelce smiled right away and stood up. Rafe had his back to you, not bothering to turn around (probably expecting Topper—and let’s not forget they still had some weird beef going on).

"Yo, Y/N. Oh wait, the door’s kinda heavy," Kelce said, voice slightly slurry (yeah, he was totally wasted—eyes half-lidded and red), and slid the glass door open.

You smiled gratefully, doing your best NOT to meet Rafe’s eyes as he finally turned around. "Thanks."

"Hey, no problem," Kelce said with a grin and gestured to the outdoor couches. "Come on, sit down. Guess you needed a break from Ruthie’s madness too."

You shook your head gently. "Oh no, I was actually just..." You held up the ice pack and towel. "Topper said you’d asked for this."

Kelce raised his eyebrows like he’d just had a full-on epiphany. "Ahh, shit, right. Forgot about that."

Dude was gone.

"That idiot too scared to bring it himself or what?" Rafe said, his tone dry.

You finally dared to meet his eyes—and the bitterness in his stare didn’t even register because all you could focus on was the big red bruise on his right cheek that tightened your chest.

He looked wrecked, and guilt crawled up your spine.

"Nah, he probably just didn’t want to miss the chance to lock down Cara," Kelce cut in, flopping back down on the couch across from Rafe.

You used the laid-out opportunity and nodded with an awkward smile. "Seems like it."

"Understandable. That chick's a bombshell."

That actually made you chuckle. "I know."

"Then let those two do their thing and come chill with us," Kelce said, gesturing toward an empty armchair.

You clenched your teeth. As much as you'd love to join them, Rafe probably didn’t want—

"Okay," you said and sat down in the chair between the two of them. You held the ice pack awkwardly in the air, eyeing Rafe with a sheepish smile.

He simply gestured toward the table in the middle. "Drop that shit there."

... Was he really too proud to hold a damn ice pack to his clearly busted face?

"Dude, that looks bad. Just take the damn thing," Kelce said, bless him.

Rafe scoffed and winced (clearly from pain). "Nah."

"You're stupid," Kelce shot back, shaking his head.

GRRRRRRRR, why was he so fucking stubborn? You wanted to smack that ice pack against his cheek yourself.

Well, girl, like he said, he wasn't your stupid boyfriend—so who cared, right?

You placed the towel and ice on the table.

This is all so awkward for no reason.

"So, psycho games aside, how do you like the party so far?" Kelce asked, eyeing you with a half-lidded grin.

Hmm, aside from being ditched by Rafe, finding a new guy who you'd lost interest in after his make-out-session with Ruthie, getting dragged into some gross dare, possibly becoming Ruthie’s next target, being the reason Rafe’s face was bruised to hell, and not to mention the absurd amount of mixed signals he'd thrown at you tonight?

You smiled. "Pretty good. I had fun."

"Glad to hear it." Kelce nodded with genuine satisfaction and slumped deeper into the couch, staring up at the stars for a moment. "I think the highlight for me was Molly choosing us for a threesome."

A baffled laugh slipped out. "Yeah, I guess."

Kelce turned to look at you, warmth in his eyes. "You think she meant it?"

Aww, did he catch feelings because of that? LMAO.

Rafe let out an amused breath and shifted in his seat. "Shit, she was probably just being nice ‘cause you didn’t grope her tits."

No, bro, YOU don’t get to play anti-cupid.

“I think she likes you,” you said to Kelce, ignoring Rafe’s glare. “I mean, sure, not going through with Ruthie’s stupid dare was definitely part of it, but even before that, she didn’t seem, um... turned off by you touching her.”

AM I PLAYING MATCHMAKER FOR KELCE STATTER AND MOLLY CRANE HOLY SHIT?

Kelce sat up straight, nodding. "Holy shit, you’re right." He smiled like an actual kid. "I think she’s the coolest girl I’ve ever met. So chill and unbothered. And her freckles move when she laughs. Can't believe I've never really talked to her before."

DMJWSKBCFJFSDBCHSKJD PLSSS JUST MARRY HER.

"Dude, you're wasted," Rafe said with a condescending scoff.

What the fuck was his problem, like BE FR—be happy for your bro.

Maybe if you played this right...

"I think she’s still with Topper and Cara at the bar," you said, looking at Kelce with a smile (intentionally leaving out Rob), shifting a little as if you were about to stand up. "I should probably get back to her so she’s not stuck third-wheeling them."

“No, no, it’s fine,” Kelce said, jumping up like he’d just sobered in 0.2 seconds. “You deserve some chill time after all this chaos. I’ll go save her from Topper’s tragic flirting attempts.”

With that, he walked past you, flashing the biggest idiot grin, and closed the balcony door behind him.

...handle facing down.

Shit.

Now you were stuck with Rafe, which had kinda been your plan, because something deep inside you wanted to work through the tension between you two—but um... there was no way out now if things got messy.

Cool cool cool cool. Now you actually were playing 7 minutes in heaven with Rafe after all.

Or hell, depending on what kind of mood he was in.

Rafe furrowed his brows, probably having come to the same conclusion, and slouched deeper into the couch. "Don’t tell me you actually think he has a chance with her."

You frowned. "Why not? As a girl, I can tell she genuinely likes him."

"Shit, if you say so," Rafe muttered, tilting his head, eyes glassy and red from the weed and probably leftover coke. "What about your new boyfriend? That fucker ditched you to chase Ruthie?"

You raised an eyebrow. "What’s your problem with Rob?"

No way in hell you'd feed his ego by telling him you'd ditched a chance at...something, for him. Because guess what, Rob had actually seemed pretty sad and disappointed that you'd leave him behind by bringing Rafe the ice (wow, you'd actually pulled a Rafe on him).

Didn't matter anyway. Him having exchanged saliva with Ruthie was such a turn-off—even if he didn't mean any ill by it—that all the butterflies you'd felt for him had died almost instantly.

Rafe nodded with an amused, almost triumphant expression. "So I’m right."

"No, I’m serious. The way you nearly started a fight with him, even though Chris was the one who punched you," you shook your head with an irritated smile. "What the fuck was that about?"

Rafe shrugged, eyes tired. “Shit, he’s a fucking asshole. Would've deserved a good beating.”

Wow, going straight to a beating...they definitely had some kind of history.

"An asshole? That’s not the impression I got," you said, fed up with his bullshit. "He was polite, respectful, and tried to save you from getting your ass beat by Reid."

"Oh, yeah he's a real hero for throwing himself at Ruthie", Rafe said with an irritated smile. "Is that why you're here now? Trying to get back at him or some shit?"

What the fuck was even going on in this guy's head?

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Seriously, your passive aggression toward him is so fucking weird."

"Did you want me to kiss his fucking ass or some shit?" Rafe sat up straight, gesturing to his chest. "I don’t see you thanking me either for saving you from getting harassed by a fucking perv."

Oh, the audacity.

"I didn’t ask for that," you shot back sharply, even though—fuck—you were indeed very thankful for his interference. You didn’t even want to imagine what that creep Chris might’ve tried.

Rafe leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "You’re fucking kidding me, right?"

"I’M the one feeling played here," you snapped, then instantly pressed your lips shut—those shots from earlier were definitely kicking in. Your mouth now faster than your brain.

Rafe's whole posture shifted, with almost the same intensity he'd looked at Ruthie earlier. "The fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?"

I thought I’d at least earned some of your attention tonight.

But actually saying that out loud? Fuck no—then you’d sound like a psycho, crazy, clingy bitch.

"Your behavior tonight is confusing," was all you managed to say.

And Rafe? His whole face twisted like you’d just said the dumbest shit imaginable.

"I’M confusing? That’s rich—coming from the girl who complained about not wanting a hookup tonight, then throws herself at the next best fucker.”

Fuck that.

“Okay, first of all, I didn’t complain. I asked you not to make fucking jokes about me needing to fuck my brains out,” you snapped. “And second, there is no reason why I should justify anything to you. It’s not like I did anything wrong.”

Rafe scoffed. “You act like you’re this perfect little girl but in reality? You can’t even handle being at a fucking party on your own.”

“Wow. That’s low, even for you”, you said dryly.

“Is it? I left you alone for thirty fucking minutes and where do I find you? Puking your guts out in the bathroom after letting Prince Charming pour you drink after drink.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Rob treated me with more respect than you did all night.”

“You’re an ungrateful brat,” Rafe spat bitterly. “’Cause guess what? Fucking Sunshine Robert wasn’t the one making sure you were okay after you puked your soul out, and he definitely wasn’t the one who took a punch in the face for you.”

Your lips parted in disbelief. “Right, so caring leaving me behind to go snort coke with the same prick who gave you this bruise.”

Rafe smiled irritated, gesturing at his chest, frustration visibly bubbling over. “What the fuck did you expect me to do, huh? I asked you to come along and you declined.”

You clenched your jaw. “I know, but—”

“But what? You expected me to go run after you? Beg you to stay with me and act like some stupid boyfriend or some shit? Is that what you were hoping for tonight?”

You wanted to snap back. Call him out for being an ignorant asshole, a dick for inviting you and then leaving you behind, then suddenly seeking your presence for whatever reason, and for being a fucking loser for pulling this whole I-don’t-give-a-shit act.

But unlike him, you had decency.

"Okay, seriously, what the fuck is your fucking problem with me all of a sudden?" you asked, trying to steady your voice. "You’ve been off since this afternoon, switching personalities every two seconds, and it obviously started right after you've found out that I was joining you for Topper's ride."

Rafe's brows furrowed, probably having expected you to actually snap back, throw some insults at him like he’d done, and you could tell by his whole posture that he was about to say some bullshit to twist the blame and come out on top.

But not this time.

"Don’t even think about throwing some fucked-up comment back at me," you said before he could open his mouth. "I’m actually trying to talk this out because I’m sick of you deflecting everything like an ignorant asshole."

Rafe scoffed condescendingly and tapped his temples like a maniac. "I seriously can’t make any fucking sense of you. One second, you want me to be this unbothered guy; the next, you're desperately looking for confrontation. What kind of crazy-girl-bullshit is this?"

"Okay, let’s get this straight," you said sharply, emphasizing your words with a hand gesture. "When I said I appreciated you not making a big deal out of things, I did not mean you should avoid confrontation altogether. I appreciate you not making fun of my anxiety—yes—which, by the way, I’m taking back because you did just earlier. But I do want you to take shit like this seriously."

That actually shut him up for a second. His face scrunched up like the idiot was trying to make sense of your words.

You took the chance and continued, voice now more controlled: "I don’t want you pushing your own feelings aside just because you think I can’t handle confrontation."

And Rafe was back with an offended smile. "My feelings? Holy shit, do you—"

"Oh my fucking god," you groaned, giving him a look like he'd never heard of basic communication. "Concerns, issues, feelings, okay? Stuff that’s bothering you. Seriously, stop acting like I’m attacking you all the time, I’m just trying to solve a thing here. And right now, it seems like something about me is bothering you, the way you’ve been acting all night."

For a second, something in his expression shifted. Very subtle. Could’ve been your imagination—because right after, he was back in defense mode (or attack mode, since with Rafe, it was always offense as defense).

"Why the fuck would you think I've got an issue with you?"

Literally what. This guy? Zero brain activity.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You scoffed in disbelief. "The way you'd reacted at school when Topper announced I’d be joining your ride? Pretty damn clear I wasn’t welcome. The way you got all pissed with me in the kitchen earlier for no damn reason? I mean, what the fuck. And now... whatever this is."

Rafe leaned forward, shaking his head with squinted eyes, gesturing to his chest again. "Then why the fuck would I even bother picking you up in the first place?"

"Yeah, no shit."

"What?"

"Exactly: what."

Rafe's lips stayed parted like his brain was trying to connect the dots—but he wasn’t connecting shit by the looks of it. He leaned back, sank into the couch, and closed his eyes, face scrunching up. Out of anger, frustration, or pain, you couldn't tell.

Motioning with his hands to his temples, he said, "I can't listen to this shit anymore. You’re giving me a fucking headache."

Perfect. You’d been crushing on a full-grown toddler all these years.

You sighed and rubbed your eyelids with both hands, frustrated with how incapable he was of holding an actual conversation.

And the worst part? You actually felt bad for him because clearly, he wasn’t used to someone actually trying to solve things with him.

"You’re an idiot," you finally said, surprised with how soft it came out.

Rafe opened his eyes, eyebrows furrowed, ready to reply some bullshit—then he winced, a hand snapping to his cheek as if he’d been hit again.

Something tugged at your chest. Pushing the anger down for a second, you said, "You really should put that ice on before the bruise swells up or gets worse."

"Shit probably looks worse than it feels," Rafe muttered, though the pain was written all over his face.

"You look like shit."

"I don’t need that fucking ice."

You clenched your jaw. This was the biggest, dumbest, most stupid idiot alive with the communication skills of a baby. How the fuck had he ever seemed intimidating to you in any way?

God, I’m the idiot for seeing him as this untouchable crush. All he is... is a fucking dumbass.

Somehow, in this moment, that realization flipped a switch in you. Instead of the years-long crush you'd built up in your head, all you were seeing now was a stubborn idiot with the temper—and brain—of a 13-year-old Fortnite kid.

…and a poor idiot who had never learned how to express real emotions — either because he was never taught or never allowed to.

And because the alcohol and frustration had shredded your filter and restraint, you grabbed the damn ice pack, wrapped it in the damn towel, and got up to sit beside that damn idiot.

He just gave you an irritated look. "What? You actually wanna make out now?"

"Jesus Christ, that bruise looks even worse up close," you said, ignoring his stupid comment.

Because it did—a blotchy mess of deep red and the first hints of purple creeping in around the edges, the skin over his cheekbone already swollen, dried blood still crusted, and you could feel the pulsing pain just by looking at it.

"You’re lucky he didn’t dislocate your jaw with such force", you said, unable to remove your gaze from his bruise.

That made Rafe chuckle in disbelief. "That fucker just hit a lucky shot. He wouldn’t stand a chance in a real fight."

Oh my god, we get it. You’re the strongest, coolest guy in the world.

"Yeah, I’m sure," you said dryly—and then gathered every last bit of courage you had, pushed down your own ego, and raised the cool pack to his cheek.

"Shit, stop that, I don’t need you nursing me," he said with a strained smile, pushing your hand away.

And the fact that you were making him uncomfortable almost made you laugh out loud.

You allowed yourself a smirk, holding the pack out to him. "Well, you clearly need it. So do it yourself."

He eyed you like you’d just insulted his entire bloodline.

"Oh fuck that," you said and pressed the cold towel against his cheek.

And well, the alcohol hadn’t just lowered your inhibitions—it had also messed with your coordination which meant you basically hit him.

"Fuck," he winced, pulling away, face twisted in pain.

You chuckled. "If you don’t cool that now, you’ll be walking around like Quasimodo tomorrow."

"You almost gave me a concussion with that", he replied, his amusement finally returning.

"Oh my god, shut up and hold still." With a suppressed smile, you reached out again. This time, you tried to be gentle, carefully dabbing at the dried blood on the corner of his mouth.

To your surprise, he actually stayed quiet, jaw tense, letting out small groans every time the towel stung—but he endured it with a frown so dramatic, he could've played an extra in Bridgerton.

Your heart was racing in your chest, the heavy bass from downstairs syncing with its beat, head slightly dizzy from the alcohol, and the smell of weed in the air mixed sweetly with his cologne.

The silence between you two (aside from his suppressed groans) felt heavy. Not with tension, not with anger—more like... something else. Something you didn’t dare name, not even in your head.

You scooted closer to get a better angle, but in your dizzy state, you accidentally bumped him with the pack again.

"Fuck. Give that shit to me," he said, taking it from your cold hands, his tone lacking any real bite. "You’re a horrible nurse."

"And you’re a pussy," you shot back with an amused smile, nerves buzzing.

Rafe scoffed, eyebrows drawn together, and turned away to rewrap the ice, but in his profile, you saw him trying to suppress a smile.

You leaned back, pulling your legs up to the side, elbow resting on the couch arm. A warm feeling spread in your chest as you noticed how soft his features actually appeared when he wasn’t in his usual you-piss-me-off mode.

And somehow, seeing him like that—with that big ugly bruise, the little smile on his lips, the obvious pain he was feeling—made you put your ego aside, pushing away the remnant anger from your fight.

"I need to correct myself," you said.

Rafe looked at you for a moment, irritation written on his face. "What?"

"Earlier… when I said I didn't ask you to step up for me," you said, voice quieter now. "I am thankful for that. More than I’m able to express.” You shifted your gaze for a second. “Obviously, I know the dare itself wasn’t even that crazy compared to the others, but…" You played with your fingers and frowned. "The thought of being locked in a room with him… I don’t—"

Rafe waved a hand dismissively. "That fucker's a disgusting perv."

"Yeah, I know. I just…" Your eyes wandered to the awful bruise on his face. "I’m sorry that happened."

Finally, he looked you in the eyes, something softer behind the tension in his gaze. Something hesitant.

Then he shrugged and sank back into the couch again—finally pressing the damn ice pack to his cheek.

"I’ve been through worse shit," he muttered—and you didn’t dare ask what or from whom.

You just nodded, the air between you suddenly heavier than before. The dull thump of Mask Off by Future playing downstairs, some drunk guys shouting along to the lyrics.

Rafe shifted in his seat, jaw clenched like there was still frustration in him bubbling beneath the surface.

And then the craziest fucking thing happened:

"Shit, okay, guess I’m sorry too," Rafe fucking I’m always acting nonchalant Cameron said, glancing at you with those big tired eyes before staring ahead again like he was afraid of holding your gaze. "If I made you feel like you weren't welcome or some shit."

His brows pulled together, face scrunching like his idiot brain was still searching for the right words. "And shit, I don't know—I guess it was also stupid to leave you behind with all these pervs and gossiping bitches around." He let out a pitiful scoff. "Pisses me off I dealt coke to the same fucker that smashed my face."

Okay, scratch everything—your crush just went nuclear again. Your heart was back in the race, and the butterflies in your stomach were basically tearing themselves apart from excitement.

His blue eyes locked with yours again. "You are fucking weird and crazy," he said, a crooked smile tugging at his lips, "and your anxiety overthinking whatever bullshit you have going on definitely drives me fucking insane. But I don't know..." He let out an amused, almost awkward (!!!) breath, his voice containing a nervous (!!!) edge. "I guess I fuck with that."

...

OH.

MY.

HOLY.

FUCKING.

GOD.

LIKE WHAT. WHATWASTHATWHATTHEHELLWHAT?!?

Your brain couldn’t even process it. What he’d just said. The fact he'd said it. Him finally showing some sincerity. And the way he looked—so stupidly sweet with that busted face and crooked smile.

I CAN’T OMG.

You didn’t even care that he was probably just saying this because he was stoned as hell, maybe even had a mild concussion that cracked his emotional firewall (seriously, dude should see a doctor tomorrow), and some chaotic mix of sketchy drinks in his system.

It was the fact that he'd actually made the effort to communicate his thoughts at all, letting himself show some vulnerability despite all that fucking ego.

OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH. (Also, yeah, let’s ignore him having called you crazy again—you honestly didn’t care right now.)

"That... I appreciate it," you said quietly.

Rafe raised his brows, a smile tugging at his lips. "Shit, no crazy-ass monologue? That's an improvement."

Your smile widened. "Well, I’m just gonna assume you’re not saying all that just so I don’t go up to Mr. Smith and ask him to kick you out of our project."

Rafe scoffed, his smile lazy and half-lidded. "Did it work?"

"Nah, I’m not that easy to buy," you replied with a smirk.

"Shit," he muttered with a low chuckle, "guess I gotta change my strategy then."

And then—everything in you froze.

Because if your eyes didn't betray you, his gaze dropped to your lips. Just for a second. LITERALLY A NANOSECOND.

Barely noticeable. But enough.

Almost instantly, panic hit you like a freight train.

Full red alert blaring in your body.

Your brain shutting down.

Heart rate? Through the roof.

Internal monologue? Screaming.

AND THEN THAT FUCKER HAD THE AUDACITY TO LEAN FORWARD, REMOVING THE TOWEL FROM HIS CHEEK—

—only to get a better look at something that caught his attention behind you.

"Holy shit", he said, brows raised. "That fucker actually did it."

Still dazed by whatever the hell was happening, you forced yourself to turn—and oh god—bathed in Kelce’s neon lights, two silhouettes were making out.

Oh god.

OH GOD.

"I don’t think he knows we’re still locked out," you mumbled, awkwardness creeping in. You did not want to sit here with Rafe and accidentally witness Molly and Kelce doing… that.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, amused. "You really wanna interrupt them now?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Might learn a thing or two," he said, and immediately raised his hands with a boyish chuckle when he saw your glare. "Shit, okay, sorry. I’ll handle it."

With a frown, you watched him get up, toss the coolpad onto the couch, and knock on the glass door.

Somehow, this was all so embarrassing and you weren’t even sure why. PLUS YOU WERE STILL SHAKEN BECAUSE OF THAT MAYBE-ALMOST-LEANING-IN-FOR-A-KISS-MAYBE-JUST-HIM-TRYING-TO-GET-A-BETTER-VIEW-OF-THE-SEX-SCENE-BEHIND-YOU-MOVEMENT.

Kelce opened the balcony door, grinning like the luckiest idiot on Earth. "Ayo, you guys still here?"

"You fucker locked us out," Rafe replied.

Kelce rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh shit, my bad. Didn’t notice." He gestured behind him. "So, if you could—"

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe said, already pushing Kelce to the side.

You quickly got up too, snatched the coolpad, and slipped past Kelce with an awkward smile.

Molly, sitting on the bed, gave you a little wave as you and Rafe walked by.

JESUS.

In the doorway, Rafe turned around, about to throw a stupid comment at you (probably something like "you sure you don't wanna stay and watch?"), but you pressed your hands against his back and pushed him out of the room, cheeks burning.

You quickly shut the door behind you and met his eyes with an oh-my-fucking-god look.

Somehow, that made both of you laugh.

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"You sure you wanna dip already?" Rafe asked, watching you slip into your jacket in the entrance hall.

It wasn’t even cold outside, but that flimsy excuse for a jacket didn’t look like it’d keep you warm at all.

You raised your brows at him, amusement flickering in your eyes. "‘Already’? It’s 4am."

Too fucking early for a Kelce party, Rafe thought, his chest still feeling warm from the last three hours.

After you two had fled from Kelce’s room to give him some peace and quiet to have his fun with Molly, you’d dragged Rafe to the bathroom first (which had excited a very specific part of him more than he was ready to admit), but all you made him do was play security outside the door (much to his dismay) while you went in to pee. When you came back out, you both ended up chilling with Cara and Topper in the living room.

Too fucking high and sore from the throbbing pain in his face, Rafe had pretty much collapsed against your side on the couch, nearly crashing into your hip. You’d just giggled and didn’t even seem to mind how close he was sitting (not that he'd been able to move away anyway, even the tiniest movement was draining all the strength out of him).

Then he had to endure listening to Topper and your friend getting loud over some absolutely uninteresting bullshit, and he couldn’t figure out how those two even vibed like that. He only started paying attention when the conversation somehow turned to weird sex stuff, but then again, he absolutely didn’t want to picture Topper doing any of that, so he’d just pulled you into a side convo, letting you ramble about random shit you were excited about.

And somehow, Rafe found himself listening—which was fucking strange because normally, he didn’t give a single shit what some girl was babbling about. Especially when he was only giving her his attention for a shot at getting laid.

With you, it was different, but he didn’t know how exactly. Like sure, if you’d actually dragged him into the bathroom earlier to go down on him, he definitely wouldn’t have said no, but the actual crazy part was that he hadn’t even wanted to leave after it hadn’t happened.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

So there he was, slouched next to you on that stupid couch in Kelce’s living room, idiot Topper trying (and failing) to win over your best friend with some of the worst flirting Rafe had ever witnessed, and the bass from the music vibrating through his skull.

Somehow, three hours just passed like that. And Rafe didn’t even need another line.

But now that you and your friend had decided to dip, that familiar pull in his chest was back again—the one that told him the high was fading, and the low was creeping in.

"Yeah, and? You got plans tomorrow or what?", he asked, almost feeling offended by your question.

Cara scoffed. “Girls need their sleep. And unlike some people here, we don’t snort a line of white and bounce back like it’s nothing.”

Idiot Topper chuckled beside her.

Rafe wasn’t sure what to make of your friend. She had the mouth of a boxer, was more eager to throw hands than any guy he knew, but still didn’t fall into the same category as someone like Ruthie.

Honestly, as long as she didn't get on his nerves, he could tolerate her.

And since he didn’t feel like getting into some dumb argument with her, he decided to let the comment slide. "That’s what Saturdays are for. You’ve got the whole damn day for spa girl shit or whatever."

Your soft laugh next to him made something warm bloom in Rafe’s chest, and he had to suppress a smile.

"No thanks," Cara replied dryly, turning to Topper with a blank stare. "Next time Ruthie starts any shit, text me right away. I’ll put the bitch in her place."

Topper chuckled. "That the only reason I’m allowed to hit you up?"

Rafe locked eyes with you, face deadpan, and you both internally gagged. That idiot was so bad at flirting it hurt.

"If you don’t want me to block you, then yeah," your friend replied, tone serious (her weird sense of humor very much questionable), and grabbed her bag. She then pulled Topper into a quick goodbye hug. "Well, tell Kelce ciao from me. Party was cool and all. I assume he’s still busy."

All four of you chuckled, and when Cara moved to hug Rafe goodbye too, he tensed slightly, not having expected that, pulling back quickly as soon as she stepped back.

"Thanks again for the invite or whatever," she mumbled impatiently to no one in particular, then turned to you. "I’ll wait in the car. My feet are killing me."

With that, the crazy girl you called your best friend left.

Topper eyed you with an uncertain smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "I can't tell if she likes me or not."

"Trust me, you'll know if she doesn't," you replied with a cheeky smile, and Topper nodded like the dumb idiot he was.

Then he stepped forward to pull you into a hug as well, and the way your arms slid around his neck for a second itched Rafe in all the wrong ways—but he figured it was just the sight of Topper that got on his nerves.

"Glad you came," Topper said with one of his usual, butter-up smiles. "Hope you had fun, despite... well, you know."

You nodded with a chuckle. "Yeah, it's all good, no worries. Thanks for looking out for me earlier tonight."

Rafe couldn’t help but wonder what exactly you and Topper had been up to while he'd been gone. And because he couldn't stand whatever this thing between you two was, he just nodded impatiently and said, "Yeah, yeah, great job. He deserves a gold medal. Can we wrap this up now?"

Topper gave Rafe a frown and for a second, Rafe expected that idiot to bring up that stupid driver argument in front of you—something he was lucky Rafe had already decided wasn’t worth his time anymore.

But Topper just turned back to you with a smile. "Get home safe."

"Thanks," you said, and with that, the idiot left.

Finally, Rafe felt like he could breathe again. And yet—something tugged at his chest at the thought of you leaving now.

"You two should fix this," you said, your tone firm.

Fuck no. Not again.

"Still no clue what the real reason behind this beef is," you went on, softer now, "but I guess that doesn’t matter. He’s your friend."

Rafe frowned, but he was so done with this topic and somehow didn’t want to snap at you again, so he just shrugged. "By Monday, that idiot's gonna have calmed down."

You raised your brows, expression dry. "With 'idiot,' you mean yourself, I assume."

God, Rafe would have loved nothing more than to shut you up. And the way he'd do it startled even him.

"Shit, just a few drinks and suddenly you're all bold, huh?", he replied, fighting the urge to look at your lips.

"I've always been bold," you said with a sly smile. "Right now I just don't care how it comes across."

Rafe gave a lopsided smile and tapped his head with a finger. "Nah, I think the minions in your head are just finally comfortable around me."

And shit, it was the truth. Rafe didn’t care to describe it but since your stupid little fight, you seemed to be more… at ease around him. No more uncomfortable smiles and nervous energy bullshit radiating off you.

Which meant: he’d been right all along (as expected).

Bringing you here had helped to shut your crazy-ass brain finally down, and that, in turn, promised no more project sessions in which Rafe felt like he was holding you at gunpoint because of the tension you had going on in his presence.

Mission accomplished.

"Actually, they’d love to beat up the minions in your head. But kinda hard to do when it's empty", you replied.

Rafe laughed and ignored the sharp pain shooting through the right side of his face. "Aight, I think you’ve ran your mouth enough."

You chuckled, and suddenly the question was on the tip of his tongue—whether you maybe wanted to stay, whether he should walk you home instead, whether you’d like to crash at his place.

Fuck, no. Rafe swallowed that ridiculous thought down fast.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," you said, and Rafe drank in your smile. You stepped closer and he half expected you to reach out to him but you just tapped your finger against your cheek. "And you should definitely get that looked at. It’s looking worse by the second."

Rafe chuckled. "Already had a nurse check it out. Her hands were about as gentle as the Hulk's, but I guess it’ll do."

"Sounds like she should’ve beat you up instead of looking after you."

Rafe raised his chin, the corners of his mouth tugging down. "What if I was into that shit?"

You gave him a deadpan look but he could definitely see your brain short-circuiting which only made him feel all the more cocky.

"Then I’d say, keep your kinks to yourself," you said. "Because I’m heading out now."

A laugh slipped from Rafe’s lips. He saw the hesitation in your eyes and decided to save you from your misery, stepping forward with an "Aight" and pulling you into a goodbye hug.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pressed himself against you, feeling like he’d just done two back-to-back lines—your scent taking over his mind, almost making him act on instinct and letting his hands wander. But that thought sobered him up REAL quick, and he kept his fingers where it was considered appropriate.

When you pulled away, his chest clenched hard. Again he found himself debating whether he should ask you to stay.

Fuck that shit.

Coke and weed never made him this fucking pathetic. He'd definitely need to talk with Barry about his new formular because what the actual fuck?!

A soft smile curved your lips, your whole presence suddenly glowing. "Thanks for... everything," you said, stepping back and pulling your flimsy little jacket around your shoulders. "Then I’ll see you Monday, I guess."

Rafe nodded and walked you to the door. "Should be enough time for your brain to recover."

You gave him a mock frown. "And for you to discover yours. I still haven't forgotten that you've called me an ungrateful brat."

"Alright, you better dip before you actually start getting on my nerves," Rafe said as he opened the door, his eyes landing on the Bentley waiting outside. "I'm just gonna assume your friend had the sense not to drink tonight."

You slipped past him with a bratty smile. "I'm not even sure she has a license."

And with that, you turned and stumbled your way toward the car.

Rafe’s eyes trailed after your dimly lit figure, and before another one of those insane thoughts could creep into his head, he closed the door.

Suddenly, the same emptiness settled in—the one he’d felt the last time you'd left Tannyhill. But he was too tired, too hazed from Kelce’s fat joint, his head pounding too loud with the echo of the bass, to really process the reason behind it.

Even all the rage he’d felt earlier toward that fucking perv Chris and that surfing bastard Robert Lewis had dulled. Rafe would’ve definitely thrown hands tonight—he’d even offered Kelce a baggie of coke to stir Lewis up, just to have a reason to punch his jaw in (not that Rafe ever needed a reason but it was more fun if the other bastard was boiling inside).

Which reminded him never to leave a task like that in Kelce’s hands again. The idiot had clearly failed.

But even that, Rafe could forgive—because that fucking victorious feeling he’d felt on the couch with you, that deeply satisfying sense of winning, fuck—seeing that bastard Lewis at the end of the night, sitting outside with a bunch of other losers by one of the hookahs, almost felt better than any punch to this bastard's face ever could have.

Shit, still Rafe would have loved to give that bastard a good beating. Wipe that smug, annoying grin right off for even thinking he could make a move on the girl Rafe had brought with him.

And as soon as Rafe so much as lifted his hand, that pussy backed off instantly (shit, in a way, Rafe actually had Ruthie to thank for that opportunity).

Because that was the thing with assholes like him: They’d try some shit with Rafe, push their luck, but the second he only threatened to beat the crap out of them, they’d back off and crawl back to whatever crowd of nobodies they came from.

It was all just about playing the game right.

But to Rafe’s deepest confusion... that feeling of victory was overshadowed by something else in this very moment.

A deep low settling in his body. The only thing buzzing in his mind—the one thought that somehow sobered him up—was the fact that he wouldn’t see your crazy-ass head for two whole days.

Why the fuck that bothered him? Who the fuck knew. At this point, it felt easier not to fight against these insane thoughts. Because somehow, just like you, they seemed to drive him crazy in all the right ways.

So maybe it was that bit of clarity the universe decided to reward—because when he spotted your forgotten bag sitting on top of a cabinet in the living room, it almost felt like fate.

But since Rafe didn’t believe in gods, fate, or any kind of hippie bullshit, the only explanation that made sense to him was that you’d left it there on purpose—for him to find and bring to you tomorrow.

And that thought alone sent such a rush through his chest that he even greeted backstabbing-ass Topper in the kitchen... with a grin.

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A/N: So I hope you guys enjoyed this part even though you may have expected something different. Maybe more drama and not Rafe and Reader actually solving some issues and getting closer but I felt like they deserved a moment of true sincerity (after 14 chapters lmao). Don’t worry, from here on, there’ll only be more tension hihihhi

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sheaabuttaababyy · 4 months ago

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Sorry - Jey Uso

Warnings: slight smut, toxic couple, infidelity, dramaaa

Pairing: Jey x Maya

"Babyyyy I’m home" Josh walked in the house rolling his suitcase with a bag of Chinese food in his hand. Unaware of the eerie silence and darkness in the house.

Turning the dim lights on for the living room he saw his wife Maya sitting there with a glass of wine in her hand. "Oh shit. Damn babe you scared the shit outta me" putting the stuff down he laughed walking towards her.

He leaned down to give her a kiss but she moved her head away. Making a confused face he stepped back. "Yo you good. What’s wrong ba-?"

"When were you gonna tell me you’ve been fucking your coworker. Leah" finally making eye contact with him she took a sip of her wine calmly. A little too calm.

Josh looked at her as the room began to feel hot, his throat starting to tighten "W-what? Whatchu talking about?"

"I’m talking about this" pulling out her phone she put it on the table in front of her as a video of a man. That you can clearly tell was Josh, was getting head from Leah.

"You still don’t know what I’m talking about?" She asked standing up as Josh sat on the couch with his head in his hands. Not knowing what to say.

"I’m sorry" he spoke softy as tears spilled from his eyes.

"Oh god. Give me a break" chugging her wine she went to go put the glass in the kitchen sink. Josh immediately got up following her.

"I’m sorry Maya. I cut it off with her I-I promise I’m done with her, Fuckk I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I let you down like this, I’m so incredibly sorry for cheating on you after all these years. I know I've shattered your trust, and I would give anything to take it back. You mean the world to me, and I can't imagine my life without you.”

Tears built up in her eyes as she whipped her head around to him. "Why? Why did you cheat and I wanna know how it started and how long."

"I felt lonely and m-me being on the road I missed affection. Fuck" Josh squeezed his eyes shut trying not to let more tears spill. He had no right being heart broken and he knew telling her everything would break Maya apart.

Opening his eyes he brought them back to her before continuing. "One night while I was on the road I was missing you and the kids. I needed to rant and Leah was there" he took a breath before continuing. "I started ranting and telling her how I was sexually frustrated and how I missed you and need you. He choked on a sob not wanting to tell his wife what happened.

"Fucking say it. You pussy. You already fucking cheated you piece of shit so tell me!" She smacked his chest urging him to speak.

"She started rubbing on me and i let her. But when she kissed me I pulled away but she told me to close my eyes and imagine it was you. And I did"

Maya let the sob that was stuck in her throat come out as her body shook. 14 years of marriage and 3 kids for what? For this?

"How long?" she spoke in between her cries.

"2 months. I cut it off 1 month ago" his voice just barley above a whisper.

Maya was trying to walk away but Josh grabbed her getting on his knees. Hugging her waist he held her tight so she couldn’t move.

"Please. I’m on my knees asking for your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve it Maya, but I promise to do whatever it takes to make things right. I’ll work hard to rebuild what I've broken and show you that I can be the husband you deserve. I love you more than I can express, and I’m begging you to let me prove that to you. I’m so so sorry baby"

There was a silence only the sound of their sniffles filling the air. Maya gripped his chin making him look up at her.

Forcefully she pushed him back making him fall back on his ass as she quickly went upstairs.

Josh got up chasing after her. Going into their master bedroom he saw Maya take out a suitcase, aggressively pack her clothes.

"I’ve been by your side 17 fucking years. I was there for you every step of the way. I supported you, cheered you on, believed in you when no one else did" zipping her suitcase she looked at him. "And this is the fucking thank you I got, cheating with some thirsty ran through girl."

"Do you know the fucking pain, I felt waiting for you to come home to me and the kids and then get a fucking video sent to me of you getting your dick sucked by some bitch."

"I’m sorr-"

"stop fucking saying that. Your not fucking sorry your sorry cause your stupid ass got caught. You weren’t sorry when you fucking around with her so please. Just shut the fuck up" she didn’t even feel sadness anymore just straight up anger.

Grabbing her suitcase she walked towards the door but Joshua quickly blocked it.

"Please stay. W-we can talk this out."

"Get out my way.”

"Maya please I’m begging you, can we please jus-"

"Joshua I’m telling you right now to get the fuck out my way"

"May-" he was cut off as Maya slapped his face as hard as she could. Josh felt his ears ringing, his face getting hot from the harsh slap he just got.

Going downstairs she grabbed the car keys before leaving the house.

"Hello, hello Mayaaaa" Maya snapped back into reality as her best friend Gina waved her hand in her face.

"Baby girl you good? You zoned out for a minute. I was calling your name for awhile."

He tryna roll me up

I ain’t picking up

Heading to the club

Her and Gina were currently in the back of an Uber on their way to the club. And all Maya could think about it what happened 2 weeks ago. Since then Josh has been calling her none stop, sending her flowers and other random gifts. She sent everything back each time.

"Yeah yeah. Just thinking" Maya shot her friend a smile but Gina could tell it wasn’t genuine.

"Aww don’t be sad girllll. Tonight I’m gonna make sure you have fun and let loose. Fuck that Yeet Yeet ass Negro" she said with a mug making Maya laugh.

Once they arrived at the club Maya could already feel the stares coming her way. She’ll admit she did look good as fuck. Her latex brown jumpsuit clung tightly against her body. And her hair and makeup was perfect.

They went towards the bar as Gina started ordering shots right away. "Yes can we please get 12 tequila shots pleaseee" Maya looked towards her friend as if she was insane. Which she was.

"Girl who tf drinking all those shots"

"Bitch us. Now here" passing her a shot as she raised her own. "To having fun and letting loose"

Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup

"Wooooo" Maya cheered "and finding Maya new dick" Gina quickly snuck in before downing her shot.

Maya and Gina made their way to the dance floor once the liquor had their bodies buzzing.

Soco by StarBoy started playing loudly through the club as Maya put her hands around Gina’s neck grinding the front of their bodies against each other slowly.

Almost everyone’s eyes were set on the two girls as they didn’t give a care in the world.

"Ayy Jon ain’t that Maya" Jacob slapped his cousins chest trying get his attention.

"The fuck. Yeah it is." He spoke watching his sister in law grind on her friend.

"Why she acting as if she’s single. And wasn’t Josh supposed to come to the club as well?" Zilla asked sipping his drink.

"Yeah I tried to get him to come but he’s been bed rotting for 2 weeks now. And honestly I’m happy sis is out here feeling herself again. She deserves it." Jon spoke nodding his head approvingly.

And he meant what he said yeah he’ll always be there for Josh. Of course that’s his brother. But Maya was also like his sister. So when he found out that Josh’s dumbass cheated. He cussed his ass out. Maya was really a one of a kind type girl, and Their whole family has been shitting on him since the word spread out.

As Maya continued to dance on her friend she turned around and began twerking and whining against her until a tall figure approached them.

"Hey beautiful is it okay if I can come take your friends place?" The fine tatted up man asked Maya as Gina nodded her head pushing Maya towards him a bit so she could go dance on him.

Maya hesitantly grabbed his hand that he put out for her. As she grabbed it she took in his appearance. And Damn he was fine. He did look a little bit younger though but she didn’t mind he was fine as fuck.

She turned around slowly grinding her ass against him feeling his bulge that was pressing into her backside. "What’s your name pretty" he spoke huskily into ear his right hand rubbing up and down her right thigh as they continued to grind on each other.

Turning her head slightly she looked up at him smiling. "Maya. What’s yours?"

"Tyrique" he smiled down at her flashing his diamond grills.

Across the room Jacob, Jon and Zilla had their mouths wide open. This was some teaaa for them.

"Nahhhhh that’s wild" Jacob laughed.

Jon eyes were wide as he quickly texted Trinity the "☕️" emoji.

Zillas messy ass, recorded Maya and the dude dancing on each other. He was bored and wanted a little more drama.

Josh was currently in bed scrolling through Mayas instagram seeing that she posted a new picture.

Mayaaa_Jones✔️

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Mayaaa_Jones looking too good it make his chest hurt💋

Uceyjucey717 bodyyyy teaaa

Tina_818 wait did anyone else peep that her last name in her insta isn’t fatu anymore!?!?

WWE_OTC_USO replied to Tina_818 Girl yeah twitter saying he cheated on her but I’m not 100% sure

Rebeccaflowers NOOOOO MY SHAYLAAA WHY TWITTER SAYING JEY CHEATED?

Brentfaiyaz✔️ looking edible

Rachel_woods replied to Brentfaiyaz✔️ TF. NIGGA WHAT U DOING HERE???

Badgalkayla replied to Brentfaiyaz✔️ Oooh I’m here for it. Get her Brent 😝

Josh frowned seeing Brentfaiyaz in her comments. The fuck he in there for? He always hated how people were starting to put two and two together about his and Mayas personal life.

He sighed rubbing his head as his phone dinged seeing he got a notification from his cousin Zilla.

Lil Cuzzo yo ass should’ve came to the club

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Josh clicked on the video. He saw that it was a club. The camera zoomed in focusing on two figures dancing on eachother sexually. He squinted his eyes quickly recognizing the clothing the girl was wearing it was the same jumpsuit Maya was wearing in her picture.

"What the fuck" tears burned in his eyes as his chest began to feel heavy. He continued to watch the video seeing how the guy started nuzzling his face into his wife’s neck as she laughed turning her head to the side, giving him more access.

"No, no, no, no" Josh quickly took the covers off him. Going to the closet he put on a pair of pants along with a zip up hoodie. Grabbing his phone and keys he jogged down the stairs slipping his shoes on, running to the car.

Getting in he quickly turned it on pulling out the driveway speeding to the club.

Meanwhile at the club Maya and Tyrique were still dancing their hands became more touchy overtime. her hands grazing over his hard dick. His hands slightly rubbing her titties, some kisses to her neck. They were basically fucking on the dancefloor.

"Well, well, well. If it isn’t the fatu boys" Gina walked over to where Jon and them were smiling. "Sup Gina" they all greeted. "Whatchu guys doing here? She asked sitting on the couch in their lounge.

"It’s a Friday night decide to come here and vibe" Jacob spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"What about you I see you and my sister in law came but she looks a little busy at the moment" Jon said looking over at Maya who was clearly enjoying her self with ole dude.

Gina looked over in her direction smiling like a proud mom. "I know look at her go. She deserves to have fun after the shit your brother put her through"

"I’m not disagreeing, but I think if she continues what’s she’s doing she’s gonna regret it."

"Mhmm I don’t think so. Your brother was literally at work fucking your guys coworker. While Maya was at home taking care of their kids waiting for his calls, texts and him coming back home. He complained about not feeling loved and getting affection when he literally could’ve expressed to his wife how he felt. But no he used a lame ass excuse and cheated. You don’t think Maya was missing him as well?"

Gina snarled in disgust thinking about everything Maya told her. She truly hated Joshua right now. She just wanted to make sure her best friend was happy and having fun at the moment.

In the car Joshua tried calling Maya for the 7th time but again. It went straight to voicemail. He was almost at the club which should’ve been a 20 minute drive but he made it 10. Calling again it went to voicemail. Again.

"MAYA I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO ANYTHING WITH THAT MOTHERFUCKER ILL BURN THE WHOLE FUCKING CLUB DOWN." Calming down a bit he continued. "Please I’m sorry I’m sorry for everything just please come back to me. I can’t stand seeing you with anyone else" he cried as he drove.

Now you wanna say you're sorry

Now you wanna call me crying

Now you gotta see me wilding

Now I'm the one that's lying

And I don't feel bad about it

It's exactly what you get

Stop interrupting my grinding

At the club Mayas phone repeatedly buzzed it her tiny purse, that was around her wrist. "You tryna get outta here mama" Tyrique asked nibbling her ear.

Maya turned around facing him biting her lip she nodded her head. Grabbing her hand Tyrique led her towards the exit as Maya turned around trying to spot Gina.

Finding her she gave her a look noticing she was sitting with Josh’s cousins and his brother. Gina mouthed "good luck" giving her a thumbs up.

Tyrique led her outside calling over a taxi. As he led her into it. Playfully smacking Mayas ass making her giggle.

Josh finally made it to the club not bothering to find a parking spot. Parking in front of the entrance he turned his hazards on running inside not caring about the security guard trying to stop him. Going in he spotted his brother, cousins and his wife best friend sitting at a lounge.

"Yo Watchu you doing her-"

"Where she at?" Josh quickly cut his brother off too focused to find his wife.

"How you even know she was here?" Gina asked confused.

"His ass sent a video of my wife dancing with some dude. I’m not gonna ask again where the fuck is she?!" He felt himself getting heated ready to crash out.

They all looked towards Zilla who looked away avoiding eye contact.

"Oh welp Maya left with fine shyt" Gina smiled up at him sipping her drink.

"AND YOU LET HER?" Josh yelled starting to attract others attention.

"Ayy man don’t yell at her" Jon quickly came in defence. Josh looked towards him stepping to him.

"You! Your my fucking brother and you didn’t even try to stop her from leaving. What kind of brother are you? You supposed to be on my side! Zilla was the one who had to text me. Not yo ass"

Jon stood up real quick. He wasn’t about to get bashed on when all of this was his own brothers fault.

"First of all. Don’t question about what kind of brother I am. When yo ass couldn’t even be a good husband." A look of hurt flashed Josh’s eyes, but it quickly got masked with anger.

"Shut yo ass up" he pushed his older twin back as the same security guard from the entrance of the club snatched his ass up real quick, before Jon could even react.

In the taxi Maya was flushed against Tyriques side as she got to know about him a little more. She found out he was 27 which meant she was 7 years older than him.

Which wasn’t too bad to her. She usually went older not younger, but this man carried himself so maturely that she was gonna give him a try.

Arriving they got out as Tryique greeted the security guard of the building. Going into the elevator they both went in as he pressed the floor to his penthouse.

Going to the opposite wall from her, his eyes trailing up and down Mayas body making her smirk looking down.

Once the doors opened up her jaw dropped looking at the penthouse. Maya turned around to compliment his place, but was met with Tyriques lips on hers.

She moaned at the softness of his lips. Crouching down he lifted her up carrying her over to his couch. Laying her down he grabbed the straps of her latex jumpsuit. Pulling them down her arms exposing her breasts.

Eagerly he slipped the rest of the clothing down her legs taking her panties off as well.

Slowly he opened her legs seeing her glistening pussy. Kissing up her thighs his mouth finally met her heated center, French kissing it as Maya gripped his braids throwing her head back in ecstasy.

The tea is hot 😝☕️

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radioactiverats · 3 months ago

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Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (14/?)

First meeting with Sunstorm doesn't go well.

I got the glowing Sunstorm blokee and he's so cool!!! I got to admit tho, I don't know much about the character and I've always had the impression he was overall a chill guy. After reading the wiki and some IDW panels about him... wow was I wrong! Lol. Originally, this story was gonna be mostly funny, but after reading about Sunstorm kind of being a fanatic, I couldn't really swing it that way and got stuck for a long time... TvT Finished, not perfect :,)

I also couldn't decide whether to go with G1 or TFOne references for Starscream's frame. TFO Starscream has been on the brain recently cos I'm just seeing how many qualities I pull from him specifically (older soldier, experienced, leadership, less jumpy...) and I eventually went with his dark grey servos for the symbolismmmm lol

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Starscream had warned you about him.

"He'll appear every few vorns," Starscream groused. "Trying to recruit me to his infernal cause in the name of Primus. Just ignore him."

"Okay," You say, cautiously. "And who is this again...?"

Starscream opened his intake. Then closed it. Opened it again, before an incredibly pinched expression overtook his faceplate.

"Nevermind," You say quickly. Even if it looked like there was a reason he didn't want to reveal the bot's designation to you, you shrug it off at the time, supposing it wasn't all that important.

One random day in the middle of training, you find out just how important it is.

Starscream's in the middle of ranting about the state of your most recent landing when some strange, external energy suddenly prickles in an uncomfortable flare over your plating. You shudder involuntarily, caught off guard.

Starscream stops mid-rant about thruster control to stare suspiciously at you. "...What is it?"

"Did you feel that?"

He frowns at first, but suddenly stills.

"Frag," Starscream mutters. "He's here."

"Who...?"

Did he mean Megatron? Or some other unnamed enemy? Should you be running away?

Before you can voice any of your growing panic aloud, a blinding flare streaks through the sky above you.

Shooting stars during the daytime? You frown. Seems unlikely. The ball of light seemed to be getting closer and closer to you. A meteor? Either way, all of the options were bad - you glance at Starscream, prepared to jet off the second he commanded it - but strangely, he just looks... irritated.

Arms folded and pede tapping agitatedly, Starscream watches with a scowl as the ball of light makes its descent.

You suppose it mustn't be dangerous if Starscream isn't shooting out of there like a bat out of hell with you under his arm. Raising an arm to shield your optics from the glaring light, you squint at the silhouette that's slowly but purposefully approaching you both.

White light gives way to a golden glow as the bot approaches - a pair of wings. A seeker? You narrow your optics. Not just any seeker. If not for the shimmer of his golden frame, you could have sworn that his silhouette was identical to Starscream's.

A smooth, deep voice emerges from the swirling clouds of dust. "Brother. I have found you once more."

You cock your helm, no longer suspicious but just wholly confused. Who was this, and why did he even sound like Starscream? Well... You imagine it would, if Starscream's voice lost its scratchy rasp. You frown again at the sudden question that pops into your processor. Was that rasp normal?

The irritation radiating off Starscream's EM field pulls you back to the present. "I told you to stay away," Starscream hisses. "Or has the radiation fried your audials, too?"

Radiation?

Suddenly, it clicks.

"Sunstorm?" You breathe.

Sure enough, the golden bot himself strides into view. He glances around with an air of superiority before his optics settle on you.

"He's so shiny," You whisper.

Starscream makes a choked sound of outrage, irritation momentarily forgotten. "I wax my plates on the regular-! More than any other bot! Does that mean nothing to you?"

Unfortunately, you're too absorbed in studying the bot before you, and his protests fall on deaf audials. Glimmering golden shades of orange and snowy white, an EM field that radiates confidence in pulsing waves.

Sunstorm smirks. It's eerily similar to Starscream's.

"A pet? You've certainly been bored in my absence, brother."

His optics narrow, taking in your frame with an air of disdain. "You, young one. How do you know my designation?"

"Y-you're on the posters. All over the Academy," You stutter. "Lots of my squadmates looked up to you."

Sunstorm cycles his optics, faceplate blank as he takes in the information. A smug smile tugs at the corner his intake as he glances at Starscream - it only widens when he sees Starscream glowering back at him.

"The Academy, eh? Looks like the elders understood my divine mission." The way Sunstorm regarded Starscream was not dissimilar to the way Starscream regarded organics. "Unlike you. Unless you have finally seen the light, and will accept the word of Primus?"

Starscream grits his denta. He'd told the council it was a bad idea. Sunstorm hadn't even been aware of his idol status in the Academy, nor the use of his visage in the motivational posters. Starscream had told them, warned them that Sunstorm was a false idol, how dangerous it could be to present him as a superstar to hordes of impressionable young cadets. But had they listened? Of course not.

Before he can tell Sunstorm to frag off, you beat him to the punch.

"Is it true you can control electromagnetic fields?"

Sunstorm falters. "I... why, yes. But I don't see how that matters -"

"And you have super healing powers?"

"...Yes. But why-"

"That's so cool," You interrupt. Starstruck. "No wonder my roommate looked up to you."

"Yes, well." He sounded like Starscream, too, when he was lost for words. Suddenly, a thoughtful look crosses his faceplate. "And you? Am I your idol, little one?"

Starscream doesn't give you a chance to respond. Oddly enough, you get the feeling that he doesn't want to hear your response.

"Him?" Starscream spits. "An idol?"

Okay, so Sunstorm is weirder than you thought he'd be, but...

"He's got super healing powers!"

"Nothing Knockout couldn't fix-"

"He can control electromagnetic fields!"

"He's radioactive!" Starscream snaps, outraged.

"That's cool!"

"I see greatness in you." Sunstorm smoothly cuts in, as Starscream splutters indignantly. His optics are gleaming, suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation. He appraises you. "You could be the next messenger of Primus."

"That sounds important. What does it mean...?"

So Sunstorm's powers are cool and all - you can have a healthy appreciation for a mech's abilities while thinking he's weird. Starscream, however, seems to have mistaken your interest in his powers for starstruck admiration.

Wings hitched up high, his servos ball into fists as he watches you ooh and ahh over Sunstorm's cocky demonstration of his frame's capabilities. Starscream could do that. They were literally the same. Why hadn't you asked him for a demonstration? It should be him you were admiring of, not this... corrupted version of himself. His optics narrow when you laugh at something Sunstorm says. Starscream snarls softly under his breath.

You do talk to other mechs on the Nemesis - but not like this.

And you always come back to him after.

Because you're on his side.

But as much as he was loathe to admit it, the entire purpose of the clone - Starscream refused to acknowledge any sort of kinship between them - was to replace him. They'd wanted Starscream's abilities, but not... him. Starscream knew he was not an easy bot to get along with. You were the only one who, somehow, seemed to not only tolerate but also enjoy his prickly company.

...Unless you didn't. And when part of Sunstorm's reputation was "Starscream, but better", you... could you really be blamed for...? Starscream tried to reach for anger, but found a hollow emptiness instead. Bots, especially those at war, changed allegiances all the time, and abandonment was a familiar feeling. But surely... surely not you?

Unaware of Starscream's dilemma, you continue to chat to Sunstorm. He seems really intense, but he's been reasonably civil so far. After all, small talk couldn't hurt, right? You wish your roommate could be here to watch him show his powers off - they would have loved hearing about your meeting.

That, and making an enemy of Sunstorm seems like a bad idea. However, he seems to grow increasingly animated as he continues to speak, optics uncannily wide and unseeing. Honestly, you wanted out, but the purgatory of small talk would have to be your defense weapon of choice for now.

"You should join me in my crusade," Sunstorm continues magnanimously. "I can see that you are a loyal follower, and I, after all, am the chosen one - I can bring you to heights that only most can dream of seeing."

"Heights aren't really my thing," You say politely.

Sunstorm snorts. "We're seekers, little one. Heights are our thing."

"Oh," You mutter. "I thought that was metaphorical."

Sunstorm splutters, caught off guard. "It - I was, but - nevermind."

He glares daggers over your helm, where Starscream is standing behind you and making no effort to hide his sniggers.

Sunstorm's optics narrow. "Did you know that your current commander," his voice drips with contempt, "-was replaced by me at the helm of an incredibly important mission? Not for lack of opportunity. He just failed to grasp every single one. Need I remind you, brother, of your years in exile? Need I remind you of Kaon?"

You don't quite dare turn around, but the sudden flare of an EM field burning with white-hot anger sears your back. "That was a set-up and you know it," Starscream hissed. "I gave nothing by my loyalty, and in return they branded me a filthy traitor!"

"Yet all was forgiven, was it not? Struck from your record, even. How generous." Sunstorm's glowing optics meet yours again. "As you can see, I am more worthy of your allegiance than the commander you so blindly swear your loyalty to."

You glance anxiously at Starscream. His faceplate is tight with rage, wings quivering - but when his optics dart to yours, there's something more there. A flash of fear.

"I will not let you corrupt my student with your lies-"

Sunstorm ignores him. His hushed voice drips like poisonous honey into your audials. "Open your optics, little seeker. I know you do not see him as we do. Tell me, do you know of the things he's done in the name of your cause?"

"You are a hypocrite!" Starscream seethes. "You dare to question me after all the energon shed by your servos?"

"Would you like me to start listing the atrocities you've committed?" Sunstorm doesn't even spare him a glance. "Alphabetically, perhaps, to help your darling cadet understand the full extent of what you've done. I'll let you choose whether by the Terran alphabet or the Cybertronian one."

"You would be nothing without me!" Starscream roars. "Know your place, so-called 'brother' of mine. You are nothing but a clone!"

Your processor spins. You take a step back, watching them hurl insults at one another, air around you crackling with the furious charge of their EM fields. Clone? Betrayal? Atrocities?

This was beyond you, a shared history that you clearly had no part in. It was true that you'd never actually seen or heard from Sunstorm himself back in the Academy, so the hero stories concocted by your fellow cadets had been pure fantasy. Given that posters of Starscream and Sunstorm had been pasted right next to each other, it was almost expected that your classmates would have concocted stories about them being seekers-in-arms, two heroic fliers taking down villains together. Sure, without evidence, you weren't surprised that this turned out to be false - but you'd never expected animosity.

Your frown. Back then, you'd respected Sunstorm even though you'd never really been his fan, but something about the way he was trying to provoke Starscream rubbed you the wrong way. At the same time, you didn't really want confirmation of the fact that Starscream was committing war crimes on the regular.

...You reset your vocaliser. Primus be damned. In the end, the need to know won out.

"Is it true?" You interrupt. Your voice is small as you turn to Starscream. "What he's saying."

"Yes," Sunstorm hisses, in the absence of a response. "Every word of it. The energon of countless innocents stain his servos - "

BOOM!

You jump at the same time Sunstorm springs away - split by a crackling flare of pure energy. Both of you look over to see Starscream's null ray smoking, optics narrowed to slits and denta bared in a snarl.

"You see?" Sunstorm whispers, triumphant.

"That's enough," Starscream rasps. His voice is hard, cold. "Leave."

Sunstorm seems unfazed. His searing optics hone in on you as he extends a servo.

"Come with me," Sunstorm offers. "Take your place by my side. In return for your loyalty, I will take you away from this ugly war - you will work towards a higher purpose. You will not have to pray every day for your survival."

You stare at his servo, its size uncannily familiar. You were sure that if you took it, it would be warm as well, just like Starscream's. But Starscream's servos weren't white, and Sunstorm didn't have that tiny dent on the joint of his third digit.

You glance at Starscream. His null rays are lowered, expression hard as he watches you stoically. Yet, there's a defeated slump to his shoulders that you really don't like. You're honestly shocked that he's letting you choose.

In any case, did he really think this was going to be a choice?

"Thank you," You say to Sunstorm, and his optics flare momentarily in victory, "-but no thank you."

There's a moment in which incredulity overtakes his faceplate, like he'd never in his life imagined that rejection would be a possibility. Abruptly, his expression turns steely. Frightening.

"You will regret your choice," Sunstorm states. He rises into the air, looking down at you coldly. He turns his gaze onto Starscream. "This isn't over, brother."

Starscream does not dignify this with a reply. He steadily meets Sunstorm's icy gaze, arms crossed and wings flared, until Sunstorm makes a sound of disgust and turns away. Both of you watch as he transforms, soaring away with a scream of his thrusters until he's nothing but a pinprick of light in the stratosphere.

You speak first.

"You didn't actually think I was going to choose him over you?"

Starscream stiffens. "Of course not," He blusters.

He absolutely did.

"He was kinda weird," You remark, casually.

That seems to knock him out of his funk - Starscream glances at you. "Shockwave made him."

You snort. "That explains it."

Starscream huffs and shakes his helm.

"I told you, he's radioactive."

Even though his plates aren't drawn as tight as before, shoulders relaxed, and his EM field has lowered to a light simmer - it's obvious that the matter still lingers on his processor.

"You really weren't going to...?"

"He could offer to make me Primus and I'd still stay here," You say bluntly. "He's not you."

Now that Sunstorm's gone, though, you're just starting to process all the random bombshells he'd dropped on you. What was the truth? And how long could you keep running from it? Just as you begin to spiral, a dark grey servo hesitantly enters your field of vision, pulling you from your thoughts.

"...Will you come with me, then?"

For the first time, you realise that it's not an order. You'd always willingly followed them, so it was never like you were going against your will - but this was not an order from a commander, but a... a... you pause. A bot who would care deeply about the answer you gave is what you settle on for now.

For a moment, Sunstorm's words flash unbidden across your processor. Atrocities. The energon of innocents. You stare at Starscream's servo, viciously willing away the ghostly mental image of glowing blue energon dripping from his digits.

Your optics meet his. His faceplate is still, impassive - but you see the minuscule tightening of his optics, the tension in his wings.

Looking back down, you find the dent in the joint of his third digit.

His servo is clean of energon.

You take it, and it's warm.

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rhettsunshine · 24 days ago

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Happy mother's day

Rhett Abbott x Reader

What happens in the Abbott household on mother's day?!

An/// I have had this dynamic in my head forever so please lmk if I should expand in it. Also if you'd like to be a part of my tag list please let me know because I might make one now that I have more writing ideas.

Also this isn't proofread because I wanted to put it out for today

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"MOM MOM" you woke up hearing screaming from your two youngest Rider (5) and his brother Ren (4). They had come into your room jumping on your bed waking you up. "Mom! Happy mother's day!!" Ren yelled in your face practically. "Hi thanks" you said trying to sit up. "Boys let her wake up first" Rhett said trying to get them to move off of you. They slowly backed up on the bed but still very excited. "We made you this" Ren said gesturing for his dad to give you the food. Rhett put the tray of food in your lap. It was eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast all on a pretty plate with a glass of juice. "AND we got you these" Rider said trying to take the fresh picked wildflowers out of his sister Amy's hands. Amy had been standing there quietly not to bombard you like her loud little brothers. Plus she's 14 she's always quiet. She let Rider have them but with all the pulling he had dropped dirt that was still on the bottom of them all over your pretty comforter. The one Rhett let you pick out when y'all moved in together. Rhett huffs and rubs his hands down his face knowing that he now has to clean the blanket. "Thank you guys!! This is amazing" you said taking the flowers and smelling them, then putting them on the tray. "Are you gonna eat with us momma" Ren said with those big beautiful eyes he got from his daddy. "Of course sweetheart" you said back. "Good!! Could you hurry though I'm hungry" he said then shuffling off the bed. Rider then followed saying his hungry too. You laughed at them before turning to Amy. She had come closer to the bed with a card in her hand. "This is for you, happy mother's day" she said. You grabbed the card saying "thank you" and reading it. It had a long letter talking about 'how much she loved you and was glad you and Rhett had taken her in'. You slowly started crying trying to hold it back but to no avail. "Amy I love you" you said and she rushed to hug you over the try of food still on your lap. You guys hugged for a while before you all heard a scream from downstairs. "I'll go help them" she said and then walked downstairs to check on her brothers. You say there a second before looking up at Rhett who was already looking at you. "Happy mother's day" he said softly. You gave a chuckle wiping your face. Rhett took the tray putting it on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to you. "Sorry they came in so fast I tried to keep them quiet for as long as I could" he said. "It's okay, what time even is it?" You said back. "9, I tried to let you sleep in as long as I could but they got antsy" he said. Usually by now you would all be outside doing chores so sleeping in was a luxury for today. You guys say in the quiet for a bit before Rhett looked at you softly "I love you. Thank you for letting me see you as a mom" he said putting a piece of hair behind your ear. "Thank you for making me one, more than once" you said back once again emotional. He kisses you softly before being interrupted by another scream. You both laughed and got up. Once up he walked up to you and grabbed your waist. "Why don't I go take care of them and you go get freshened up so we can eat" you went to reply but that Rhett Abbott smirk stopped you. He got closer, lips just inches from yours "Then we are gonna go do our mother's day plans" He got closer but not her kissing if that was even possible "And then we are gonna come back here and I'm gonna give you the last gift I have for you" he kissed you right after finishing his sentence slowly and harder then before. He pulled away looking at your dazed and confused face. He chuckled before kissing your forehead and then walking out the room. After everything caught up to you you realized where you were. In your perfect room in your perfect little house, hearing your perfect little family downstairs, a blushing mess from the affect your perfect husband had on you.

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gunwoo-bh · 1 month ago

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The Night Shift - Part 8 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: swearing, kissing, some hints at depression, ghosting??, little shit yoongi if you squint, talk about feelings A/N: THANK YOU!!! This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I am so excited for the next few parts of this story. I am so gleeful with all the love this is getting! Enjoy the read! :D

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 8

“I nearly did.”

“Kiss you.”

“I still want to.”

Those three sentences are stuck in your head like a cassette tape stuck on a loop.

Four days have passed since his late night confession, yet you’re unsure of what comes next since he’s gone radio silent. Hence why you’ve kept this entire thing to yourself. You try not to let your overthinking brain hurt your feelings by thinking he regrets even saying those words. But why else would he go completely silent? If not regret.

You haven’t been doing much past going to school and working, going straight home whenever you were done. And even at work, no more being walked home by Yoongi these last few days.

Picking up your phone from the desk, you stare at the last text you sent him.

Sunday 1:14 AM Things don’t have to be weird…we can just let it go, okay?

You hadn’t expected him to suddenly have what felt like a change of heart the moment he spoke those words. You remember muttering something and suddenly apologies came out and he was a stuttering mess, hanging up the phone. You had tried calling him back minutes after recovering from the suddenness of the moment but his calls went directly to voicemail. You try not to remember how it felt for your heart to clench and drop when the realization hit.

And since then, silence.

Absolutely nothing.

And it looks like he’s told nobody, because Eunji and Jungkook have gone on their date and are going on a second one tonight. And seeing any of the boys around school hasn’t been in any way awkward. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook have all been friendly, confusing you even more.

You stare at the message longer than you should.

Then you toss your phone down on the desk, looking up to the turnstiles where the last of the students leave.

You scuff the carpet with your shoe, pushing yourself up as you do your final tour of the library. You hate being at work recently, your poor heart always expecting or hoping for Yoongi to show up with a tangerine.

Going through all the floors and every aisle, you’re met with emptiness and quicker than you had hoped for, you’re back to your desk. Right on cue the security guard shows up and you politely smile, bowing as you take your bag and discarded phone, leaving the building.

Your face down in your phone, looking at a cute selfie your friend and Jungkook send you on their date when you hear someone running behind you. You snap your body so fast you’re scared you’ll fall but the sight of who is running immediately straightens you out.

You don’t know what you expected when you saw Yoongi again, but relief wasn’t it. He looks like he’s sprinted all the way over here, like it was a last minute decision but there he is.

His black hair sticks to his skin and you’re not sure whether or not it’s sweat or wet from a shower. His chest heaves, leaning on his knees as he catches his breath and eyes pleading with you to stay put. You see it in his furrowed eyebrows and the rapid blinking as he holds his chest.

“Hi…”

You squint at him, head tilting sideways. Hi? Really?

“Hey.”

He straightens himself up, slowly walking over to you but stopping a few feet away and you hate how your chest tightens in anticipation. You’re still so glad to see him even though he’s left you confused, and hurt, just a little.

“Can…can I walk you home?”

His voice sounds so uncertain, so unlike the way he has been with you these last few weeks. He’s clearly expecting a resounding no, even maybe for you to yell at him but you don’t do yelling.

“Sure.”

You chastise your mouth being faster than your brain, and he comes to stand next to you as you begin the journey back. It is awkward and quiet, Yoongi’s hands are in his pockets, and you can tell he’s opening his mouth and closing it over and over, choosing his words carefully.

You don’t even notice as you’re walking that he’s no longer by your side until you look to your left, frowning and twisting around to see where you’ve left him standing. He watches you, catching up and standing a few feet away.

“I did want to kiss you.” Your eyes widen, lips parted as you gasp softly. “I still want to but…but I fucking chickened out ‘cause,” he scoffs, “how could a girl like you want a guy like me? And then because I didn't want our first kiss to be in your room with our friends just on the other side of the door. I–I wanted to–to savor it and not run the risk of having to wait until the next time I could kiss you and I know this is just a pathetic excuse to explain why I ghosted you, and I swear, I–I feel like shit for it because you don't–”

Your legs are faster than your brain, and his mouth, because you close the distance between you two so fast, grabbing his face as you stand on the tip of your toes to be able to reach him and you press your lips to his.

Time stills, and neither of you respond to the kiss. There is no way that you made a first move like that because it is so unlike you. Yet here you are, Yoongi's face in your hands and your lips on his.

You feel yourself tip forward, losing balance but instead of collapsing into him and making the both of you tumble, you feel his hands caging your ribcage and tugging you snug against his body, stabilizing you. And that moment is when you feel his lips move, trapping your upper lip between his as he inhales from deep in his chest. His lips are warm and soft against your slightly chapped ones, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit.

You can feel the blood rush through your veins, letting go of his face and wrapping your arms around his neck, one arm resting across his back while you bury your other hand in his hair.

There is nothing tentative about the kiss, neither is it heated. No, it is tender and exploratory, there is no sense of urgency and the kiss is unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had. Responding to the kiss, you let him set the pace as you tilt your head.

He must sense how you’re craning your neck to kiss him because he lowers his stance, your heels meeting the ground as Yoongi hunches lightly to make sure you’re comfortable.

You both get lost in kissing each other, forgetting about the world around you until you hear giggling. It doesn’t startle the two of you apart completely, but enough so that you pull away from each other. You take a quick glance to see a group of younger girls giggling and blushing as they look at the two of you. You start smiling, looking to his chest and hiding there as he pulls you closer.

Your chests are heaving, his heartbeat loud and scattered under the hand that now rests above it on his chest. You feel butterflies dancing around your belly, and you aren’t sure if it’s from kissing him or because you haven’t kissed or been kissed in so long.

Oh, who are you kidding, it’s him. It’s Yoongi.

You timidly look up at him for the first time since you made the move and he’s already looking at you, lips parted and the corners of his lips curling up.

You huff the smallest laugh, “What?”

Yoongi shakes his head, licking his lip, “That was the most effective way somebody ever shut me up.”

Oh, the nerve of him…

You pinch him and he winces, whining but he doesn’t even try to step away from you. No, instead he tightens his grip on your ribcage, prompting you to gasp at the feeling.

“We still need to talk…” Your tone is serious, but there’s an edge of softness behind it. And you know that kissing him definitely has softened the hurt, but not made you forget it.

Yoongi glances around and nods, cupping your cheek sweetly, “You’re right…We do need to talk.”

After a short walk you find yourselves at Han river, sitting on a bench overlooking the river.

The silence is comfortable once he’s returned with some food for you two to snack on, quietly having a late night snack before you’re about to have what you suspect might be a very emotionally loaded conversation.

“So…” your eyes meet, “why did you call and hang up?”

He inhales so deeply, you think he’s hoping to stop breathing for a moment, “I…I did mean it when I said I chickened out. I let relief over your text take over and I called you, but the moment I said that I wanted to kiss you…the confidence?” He gestures his hand plummeting. “And then, then I let my brain take over.”

“What do you mean?”

He breathes out, “I’m self-deprecating. I will forever encourage and support my friends, but the moment anything good happens to me? I convince myself with reasons why I don’t deserve it, with reasons why…” he looks at you, embarrassed, “...you wouldn’t actually want me.”

“So…even though we had a moment in my bedroom and I sent that text and you called me, you still didn’t feel like it was genuine?”

He looks pained as he considers his next words, “Can I be completely honest about where my brain went?” You nod and he sighs. “After I said I still wanted to kiss you, my brain went back to that moment in your room and all of a sudden? Any confidence I had about the way you might feel towards me just twisted into something…awful.”

He lets his words hang in the air, letting you process as you nod softly, “Awful like…” you glance up to the night sky, “...’there’s no way she could like me’ awful or…”

He looks down, embarrassed and hiding his eyes behind his bangs, “...or ‘maybe I was led into believing she could like me and in reality only wanted to fool around, and then she’ll stop wanting to be around me once she gets what she wants’…”

Your heart breaks at how the mind works sometimes, how it hurts even your own self, “...because a part of you is that scared that these last few weeks, these last two months, have been some kind of trickery?”

He grunts, “It’s so fucking stupid…” he rubs his temple.

“No, no!” You reach for his forearm, squeezing it gently. “It’s not stupid. You…Sometimes you can’t help how mean your brain can get…”

He looks up at you from under his bangs, watching your face carefully, “I don’t actually want to believe that stuff, I swear…I felt like such an ass and once I got out of it this morning I realized…I immediately hated how I must have made you feel…”

“It sucked.” You confess, not wanting to shy away from the feeling of it. “I thought I must have done something wrong.”

He shakes his head, “No, no, fuck, I never wanted you to think that.”

You smile softly, slipping your hand into his and lacing your fingers with his, “I know, I understand better now.” Your thumb gently begins to rub back and forth over the back of his hand.

You both stay quiet, holding hands and admiring the night view of the Han river.

“I’m sorry for these last few days. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know it won’t be some overnight change, but…I’d like to think I’m a decent listener. When those dark thoughts come into your mind? Try and talk to me. Mhm?” He nods, watching you carefully.

You catch him glancing to your lips, and when he’s caught in the act you start smiling. Before you know any better he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You shift your body towards his, kissing him back softly before pulling away, catching the way he follows your lips, “We should probably also talk about this…”

He starts grinning, nodding and leaning back, “I suppose we should…”

You’re giggling as you breathe out, “So, if you hadn’t had those awful thoughts…what would you have done after that phone call?”

“I was already halfway dressed and up to come see you…” he admits.

“Really?”

He laughs, “Yeah.”

“That probably would have been one heck of a kiss too…” You catch the blush creeping up his neck, making you snicker.

“Yeah, well, our first kiss wasn’t too bad either, no?”

First kiss.

“So,” he looks at you when you tug on his hand, “if that was our first kiss, and we just had our second kiss, does that mean that there’s gonna be a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh–”

Yoongi playfully kisses your lips, pressing peck after peck and prompting laughter out of the both of you as you pull back, “Yoongi…” His face loses all hint of playfulness to be replaced by tenderness when you say his name. “What…what does this mean?”

He sighs loudly, pretending he hasn’t thought of an answer yet, “I know exactly what this means…” You can feel how nervous he is based solely on how sweaty his hands are, hoping that your presence is enough to comfort him.

He leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth softly and pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, “It means…let me take you out on a date.”

You giddily smile, biting your lower lip, “That’s gonna be a yes.”

A/N: We now have a kiss and a planned date! I know this definitely shorter than the last couple of chapters but the last thing I wanted to do when we got close to this is delay it any longer. I hope you all enjoy it! We're just over the halfway mark! :D

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