#they didn't even edit out the back rolls im so happy

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guys atelier pierrot just dropped ANOTHER plus size corset

WITH AN ACTUAL PLUS SIZE MODEL

im shooketh. gobsmacked, even

[kenananamin]

Where did Nanami go?

a small collection of events where the people around nanami wonder if he's been abducted by aliens where they switched his brain after seeing how different he is with you (but they love it and keep hoping to see more) fluff, nanami being the best boyfriend, fluff literally just typed this all in one go and did not edit. lol enjoy!

nanami is the 'i'm not reading all that, im happy for you or im sorry that happened' person to gojo. but you send one long long message to nanami and gojo glaces to nanami's phone and just sees his whole screen covered in one long blue bubble. he asks if you're ok or if he needs to step away to call you but all nanami says is no and starts reading the message. gojo sees nanami read a bit, then types a small reply, presses enter for the next line, reads some more, then another small reply, and repeat. is he replying to every single sentence in your message?!

gojo gets curious so he leans a bit closer to actually see the message. it was not an emergency... but your review and interpretation of the 2009 movie Mother?!

gojo leans back shocked. nanami would never reply to such long messages he'd send. if the message was longer than 4 lines, then nanami might never even reply to it. but he's carefully reading your message as if it was the latest report that would be the difference between life and death in the next fight. he's replying to every single point you're making and are those emojis?!

gojo is floored, truly baffled and entirely speechless.

gojo wonders, what movie can i watch that might interest nanami and get him to reply to me in a message longer than a sentence?

———

gojo and itadori walk out of the school with nanami. it's time for nanami to clock out but gojo and itadori are heading out to try a new restaurant that evening. nanami gets a call at 6:01pm while he's still walking with them and stays back a few steps to answer your call. nosy gojo perks up his ear to listen if nanami's voice changes when he answers your call. it's not too different but gojo swears it did change a bit as if there was a little smile on his face. there was.

you ask nanami if he'd like to join you for dinner at a restaurant after work and nanami just asks for the address and says he's on his way. he excuses himself from the guys and gojo wiggles his eyebrows as nanami says he's got somewhere to be. yuji continues to talk about the last movie he saw that he loved but megumi kept rolling his eyes at.

gojo and yuji get to the restaurant after their leisurely walk and see nanami - wait! nanami setting the table?! they're both shocked bc even though their steps were unhurried, it's not like they took a long time to get to the place. you walk into the restaurant and spot nanami wiping what would be your side of the table with his hand, wiping anything that might have been missed by the cleaning cloth.

"kento!" you smile and jog to the table. he looks up and smiles when he sees you, but the smile drops when he spots the open mouthed gojo and yuji you just passed by. you stop walking and turn to see who or what he's looking at.

gojo snaps out of it and goes to introduce himself to you before leading the group of three to the table that nanami is now standing next to. he had heard about you because he pestered nanami enough to tell him about your existence and your name, and that's really all gojo knew. he asks nanami how he got to the restaurant so quick and nanami blandly replies that you work nearby and he wanted to get there first aka he lightly jogged but gojo didn't need to know that.

nanami was kind of expecting it but it still surprised him a bit when you extend a courteous invitation to gojo and yuji if they'd like to join you both for dinner. what was not a surprise was that gojo immediately sat down. yuji hesitates a bit but you tell the young man to sit and assure it's ok. nanami sighs but decides to just roll with it and goes to slide out your chair so you can sit. gojo and yuji give a quiet 'ooooohh' to the action and nanami just shushes them and sits next to you.

nanami is stiff at first and you notice so you slide your hand to hold his under the table. gojo notices the action though and feels like giggling and kicking his feet for his friend. it still takes a while for nanami to relax a bit but he eventually slumps a bit in his seat and smiles a lot easier after a few drinks w you. gojo and yuji stick to their sodas and nanami is happy to order wine for you both.

gojo and yuji make easy conversation and everyone genuinely has a nice dinner. nanami is ready to say bye to the guys as you finish a conversation with yuji about a show. gojo and yuji excitedly watch you both walk away as nanami keeps a hand on your lower back to lead you down the street then moves to hold your hand. they start giggling out loud, a little too loud, when you step even closer to hold his arm with your other hand and lean your head on his shoulder as you walk back home.

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yuji excitedly goes to nanami to ask if he can join you guys after work. nanami is confused but yuji tells him to check his phone. you had asked if he wanted to visit an ice cream parlor and bakery with you and that you had asked yuji for the name since he brought up the place at dinner.

“we were talking about the show hannibal and she recommended a movie if i liked that show so i did the same and recommended something. she said she'd let me know what she thought the next time she saw me but i didn't know when that'd be and i think she read my mind so we exchanged emails,” yuji rambles nonchalantly about exchanging information with his girlfriend.

"nanamin, i thought you didn't like sweets?" nanami confirms that he does not care for them but you like them and he always finds another bread or alternative to eat as you eat your sugar-filled dessert.

yuji gives a thumbs up and that the man has his respect. nanami tries to ignore the comment… but the compliment feels nice. what didn’t feel so nice was two other kids attaching themselves to yuji and nanami for the ice cream.

he gets in the car and looks back at nobara, yuji, and megumi through the rearview mirror and hopes you don’t mind these kids attaching themselves like leeches on your date. and you don’t mind, it was nice to finally meet some of the people he’s talk so much about and you liked hearing new stories about him.

you’re getting a couple samples and pass them to nanami once you’ve tasted a bit. he wouldn’t get a full ice cream for himself but he could do samples... and indirect kisses. you read his mind (bc you were thinking the same) and try to flirt and raise your eyebrows at nanami seductively but shy away and start to laugh instead. nanami know what you were trying to do yet again and he finds it endearing every time you do it. he pulls you in from your waist and leans down to kiss your bare shoulder thinking the kids are too busy looking for their own desserts to notice. they were not busy, they were looking and saw it all.

the kids are shocked, nobara is taking notes bc she wants that romantic gesture, yuji wants to cheer him on, and megumi's eyes widen but he wonders just how long nanami's been hiding this side of himiself. all in all, all three kids want to see this side more and start planning ways to go out with you both again.

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nobara and maki go shopping for some spring clothes and as nobara is talking about a store she saw while maki got an iced coffee she stops in her tracks. nanami is inside the store they were about to pass and he's standing as still as a statue... holding a couple shopping bags in one hand and a purse on his shoulder. maki follows nobara's gaze and chuckles but prepares to walk away. nobara grabs her arm and pulls her into the store but hides behind a rack to keep watching nanami.

you come out of the dressing room in the perfect little black dress and nobara and maki can't help but stare in appreciation and awe. they were impressed by how you looked but even more impressed when nanami took out his phone and took a picture. even from afar, they could tell it was a damn good picture and that that man knew your angles.

———

gojo wants to go to a club. he knows nanami will say no straight up so he starts the conversation with, "hey you know what y/n might like?" gojo tries to sell the club the best he can but nanami just says ok and walks away.

gojo texts nanami later that night to ask (plead) him if he'd want to go and all nanami says is that you both will meet him there. gojo hums as he gets ready and arrives to the club. he sees you and nanami walk into the dark and loud room but immediately notices nanami's black button-up that has the top few buttons opened and no tie, and your little black dress. it's shorter (and honestly sexier) than what gojo imagined you'd wear in an outing with nanami but he has to admit that his pair of friends were a damn wonder to look at. he discreetly takes a photo of you two and sends it to nanami. it becomes nanami's favorite photo.

gojo compliments both of you and you thank him saying you had told nanami he'd look great with that simple button-up and gojo agrees. nanami blushes a bit at your compliment. gojo asks about your dress and you laugh recalling when you were getting ready. you had asked nanami if you could wear the dress since you weren't sure if it was too short and he just nodded and basically said 'dress slutty, i can fight' (not in those exact words but that's how you registered it and you fell even more in love with the man). nanami really did not care about what you wore, he would definitely voice if something was not appropriate but he has not said anything about any of your clothes since you've met. gojo couldn't even laugh at nanami's response to your question, he was impressed and turns to nanami to give a thumbs up (and writes that down to use later).

———

all the students sit with nanami and gojo in the cafeteria. they're sitting around waiting for their meal after their mission when nanami remembers that he promised to call you after he was done. he had accidentally let it slip that the mission seemed dangerous and you asked if he could spare a moment after the mission to call or text you to make sure he was fine.

he excuses himself and gojo faintly hears your voice before his friend fully walks out of the cafeteria for his call. immediately after nanami leaves, the students huddle closer to the table and start talking about you. gojo is kind of shocked by the student's reactions but they all look at him and in their own way talk about how much they like you for nanami. a cold and serious man has the embodiment of bubblegum on his arm and they loved it. gojo joins his giggling students and nanami waits a moment outside the cafeteria door to listen to his team rave about you before walking back in with a light blush on his cheeks.

[ktaerssoi]

summary: you never check your phone, so when the team is live and you forget once again, the secret is out.

paige bueckers x reader

forgetfulness is better forgotten

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it was a basic friday night, usual to the ones you had been having all year. your girlfriend, paige, had practice earlier so she was unable to hang out with you tonight. you had decided to go out with some friends from your psych class, knowing that by the time you got home paige would be too.

you guys went to some bar, ordered a few drinks and hung out for a few hours. you were, and always had been, one of those people who forgets to check their phone. this habit has posed a few problems for you, you never know where to be, when to be there, or who is even there, but the worst situation you had ever found was the one that took place later that night.

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walking down the hall to your shared apartment with your girlfriend, you hear fimiliar voices coming from inside, the basketball team. you smile as you unlock the door, seeing them all and greeting them, you had yet to realize the fact that your girlfriend and one of her fellow teammates was missing.

you had been talking to nika for almost twenty minutes before you decided to go into your bedroom, what you had failed to notice was the text from your girlfriend saying she was live and ice's reminder before you walked in.

you saw KK and paige sitting by the desk, happy to see your girlfriend you walk over wrapping your arms around her waist kissing her forehead before looking up at her phone, quickly realizing what you had done.

you had just kissed your girlfriend on live.

You had just kissed your girlfriend who was not out to the internet, on live.

instantly you back up, and kk picks the phone up making up some lame excuse of a topic change. you bring yourself to look at paige, seeing a smile on her face. "why are you smiling? i feel so bad, i just messed up your plan." you talked quietly, number one to not be picked up by the mic and number two because you had just felt bad.

"baby its okay, it was just some silly idea, people knowing about us does not change the fact that i am with you." you nod at her words, looking to KK as you hear another "girl boo" come from the corner of the room. you nod, walking over to sit next to her and chat, choosing not to look at the flood of comments not only asking who you were but what you and paige were.

you and kk were on the topic of whether or not we think we could fit our whole head into our shoes if they were combined, you turn around when you hear your girlfriend, "kk, be so serious, we all know those ears aren't fitting in a shoe let alone your head." you laugh, giggling at a few funny comments that go by adding onto paige's joke.

its eventually brought up again that when you walked in you had kissed paige, and you're quick to lie. "y'all, i am drunk, trust me, me and paige would never date, but keep them edits rolling if you know what i mean," you mubble the last bit, laughing to yourself as you turn and see paige's cheeks a little pink.

a little after you guys end the live, you walk out to the team, and laughter fills the room.. "you guys would never date?" aubrey questions your lie, trying to hold back her laugh. you roll your eyes, "i didn't know they were live! i forgot to check my phone!" the whole team groans at this, all of them having dealt with the consequences of you and your forgetfulness.

"y/n if you don't start checking your phone more often im going to chuck it at your head." paige mutters, her hand around your waist as she rolls her eyes at your behavior.

guys i might be losing it. anyway, double upload who am i? this is so cheeks im sorry 😭 -kate

[strayrockette]

My Sunshine Girl: The Celebration

Next Chapter

Note: I’m finally giving in and writing this Benny fic my brain won’t stop rehashing. Enjoy 😊

Super Note: Listen, guys, gals, peeps...I really really really tried to keep this short but it ended up a lot longer than I intended. I even split it into two separate parts and it's STILL SOOO LONG IM SORRY! Also please excuse incorrect grammar. I tried to edit as much as I could but I'm sure I still missed something. My Masterlist

Summary: The birthday girl doesn’t want the night to end and a handsome stranger gives her an invitation.

Inspired by: (Today I Met) The Boy I’m Gonna Marry by Darlene Love, He’s Mine by the Platters, and @storiesfromafan.

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Harold’s Diner was one of many to be open late at night. Where the others were dim and had few occupants, Harold’s Diner was packed with more than usual.

Half were regulars all grouped together on the far left. They held familiarity as they conversed and joked around. Laughter and chatter were loud and hard to escape in the mom-and-pop diner.

You fluttered from table to table, smiling wide, excitement and happiness oozing from your body. It had been a pleasant surprise to walk into your uncle's diner and find a couple of friends and family waiting for you.

Your best friend Nat had organized a small get-together for your birthday. Your Uncle Harold had allowed her to use his diner for the event, "it'll be good for business and it'll make her happy" He had shrugged his shoulders as if saying yes was the only answer. With his answer, Nat had taken it upon herself to decorate the diner in anticipation of the night.

While the diner was technically open to other customers, you didn't mind one bit. The small community you lived in was tight-knit and most customers were from nearby. Few and far between were out-of-towners who were just making a pitstop. But that didn't disturb you one bit.

Customers came and went as the night went on. Many wished you a happy birthday as you and your friends idled joyfully in the corner of the diner. You beamed with each happy birthday.

By the time your friends were ready to leave and retire for the night you pouted, the night was only beginning and you were too excited to see what the cool air and starry sky had to offer.

You’d tried to convince Nat to stay out later but her boyfriend wouldn’t budge. She grasped your shoulders softly, “We can hang out some other time hun, Mikey doesn’t like it when I stay out late”

You’d rolled your eyes and mumbled a passive goodnight. Waving her off with a small and placid smile. Uncle Harold had practically shooed you out of the diner so he could clean in peace. He’d ushered out a goodnight and a see you at home, before closing the diner doors to prevent another customer from coming in.

All too suddenly you were left alone staring up at the sky and wondering exactly what you would do next. Your feet ached in the black wedges Nat had bought you. And you really wished you could sit down somewhere.

You walked along the sidewalk, taking in the dimly lit path, you wondered if you should have taken Nat's offer to drop you off at home. But you didn't like Mikey, so you politely declined.

You continued to wander, your feet aching as you tried to think of where else you could go. Who else could you visit before retiring to your cold empty bed. Lost in thought you barely noticed soft hands moving to grasp your wrists “Y/N?”

You blinked, your eyes focusing on the person in front of you. Short hair and wide eyes, “Kathy?”

A smile broke out, “Oh my gosh! How are you?”

Kathy’s brown eyes twinkled, “Been better. Since when were you back?”

“About a month ago” you responded happily. “I didn’t think I’d run into you”

She fixed her purse over her shoulder, “Talk about perfect timing. Do you remember Alice? Well, she asked me to come to spot her at this bar, but I don’t want to go in alone.”

Her question was unsaid but you were too excited to keep the night going to even think about saying no. You hooked an arm around hers and practically dragged her into the bar. You weren’t prepared for what kind of club you were walking into. But if you learned anything from living in New York City for the last 4 years, it was always best to walk as if you belonged and barrel through bodies who got in your way.

You did just that, Kathy squeezing herself closer to you, your skirt rode up with each stride, the lime green plaid skirt catching more than a few eyes. But you were always prepared for a night of fun, dolling yourself up in the cutest skirts or dresses.

Your legs were covered in nude stockings a pair of dark shorts over ‘em, like hell I’d make it easier for scummy eyes and hands to slip into my “honey pot” the thought almost made you sneer outwardly but you attempted to keep the joyful smile on your face.

You pushed through, shouldering men bigger than you, slapping hands that tried to grab your waist and smiling sweetly when they insisted, “Not for you sweetheart”

Your confidence and boldness had men parting a path for you as you tugged Kathy behind you. Your eyes searching for a familiar blonde, green eyed girl you used to tease for the gap in her teeth.

Alice’s head popped up over the crowd, her hands waving enthusiastically in the air as she caught sight of your dark brown hair and smiling face, “Y/N??OH MY GOD YOU’RE BACK”

She screeched over the loud music and voices, completely comfortable in the bar filled with greasy old and young men alike.

You rushed through the last stretch of the crowd, breaking through to rush around her table, gathering Alice into a hug you giggled and swayed together, “I missed you, you chatterbox”

You teased her as you pulled away. Your eyes roamed her face. “Well, someone’s changed”

Her green eyes looked you over a smirk on her lips, “I could say the same for you, little miss, barreling through those men like you own the place,” she leaned forward whispering in your ear, “Good job”

You laughed, patting her shoulder you pulled a seat out and sat down. Kathy was already seated, her fingers digging into the purse she clutched to her chest. Pulling money from the bottom of her purse she slid it over to Alice, “Here take it”

Alice grinned, “Awe, thanks hun, you’re the best”

Kathy looked around her gaze warily taking in the rowdy men, their greasy appearance, and tattooed bodies, “Uh huh, I gotta go”

Alice frowned, “Awe come on, you just got here and Y/N here, the fun’s just got started”

Kathy shook her head, her discomfort growing, “No way, we can get together another day”

She stressed over the word day. You bumped her shoulder, “Oh come on Pumpkin, I could use a dance with you”

She turned her head to you, her discomfort and excitement warring with each other, “No can do sweets, I hate it here”

Alice snorted, “You hate anywhere that isn’t your home, anyways” She motions to the other end of the table, “over here is cockroach”

You followed, Alice’s gesture, noticing his rough appearance-much like many of the men here, but his eyes were gentle and warm, he’s a harmless bug you thought.

You gave him a nod of acknowledgment and a hello around the same time Kathy paused her jittery movements to say “What?”

She gave him a confused and disbelieving look. He nodded, seemingly used to the confused and odd looks, “They call me cockroach,“ he repeated.

Kathy scoffed her eyes once again looking around cautiously, “And why they call you a stupid name like that?” She asked.

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table, “Is it cuz cockroaches are indestructible?”

You were curious about his name and what meaning it had to him. Based on the group of men he hung with you assumed there would be plenty of weird names to learn. He grinned at you, “cuz I like to eat bugs, you know, like a gag but also cuz I just like to eat em”

You laughed amused by his statement. Kathy looked disgusted and she voiced as much, “That’s disgusting. Look, I gotta go, you comin’ with me?”

She turned to you at the end of her sentence. Her eyes pleading with you to leave the bar with her. You pouted, “Sorry, pumpkin, I think I’m gonna stick around a lil longer”

Alice sighed, “Ay, they’re not that bad,” she reached across the table, patted Kathy's hand, and smiled reassuringly, “Just sit here for a bit, okay?”

Kathy huffed as Alice slipped from her seat to go to the bar, her eyes glancing around nervously. You leaned in, whispering in her ear, “It’s best to pretend you belong than to act like you don’t, pumpkin.”

She turned once more her jitteriness increasing the longer she stayed, “And why in the hell would I do that?”

You sighed and shook your head, “to lessen the stares you’re gettin, duh”

She rolled her eyes, “they’d stare no matter what.” She concluded irately.

Alice slips back into her seat, handing you and Kathy a pop to drink.

Before you could respond to reassure Kathy, two men walked up to your table, one is shorter than the other, neither are bad looking but the grease on their skin and the scent of cigarette smoke hanging around them makes them undesirable to most women. At least, the women living the prim and proper lifestyle.

Kathy avoids making eye contact but you do it freely, unbothered and curious at what they’ve got to say.

The shorter one of the two leans forward his dark eyes roaming from Kathy to you, “Hey there.” His voice is raspy and not too deep nor high. It’s rather pleasant, you think passively. “Either of you wanna come live with me?”

It’s almost a tease and a genuine question, the other jumps in eagerly, he’s tall and bare-chested, and he’s wearing a jean vest that all the men in this bar are wearing, “What about me? Wanna go out with me” his eyes look to you, they’re a soft brown and you can tell he’s a sweetheart deep down. But with all the men gathered at this bar, kindness, and sweetness are buried beneath their manly-esque appearance.

Kathy utters, “No, thank you” with a shake of her head and her eyes downcast. But you stare up at them and simply say, “No”

You’re leaning back in your chair, hands calmly placed over your thigh, your legs crossed. You have no worries or cares and you’re not at all intimidated by these men. Kathy goes on to make excuses for why she said no. She looks around the table “Oh, I have a date”

The tall one hums, “A date huh?” He nods his head at you, “What about you?”

You tease them, "If I did have a date, it isn't either of you."

The tall one laughs hollering over his shoulder, "We've got a sassy one over here."

The short on places a hand on his heart, "I'm hurt sunshine"

You laugh enjoying the light banter and tease.

Kathy nudges you, her eyes wide and warning. You stick your tongue out a silent message for her to loosen up.

She pinches your side and then says unconvincingly, “Well, I’ve got a date. 12 o’clock," She nods to herself, " I-I have to get home. She's coming with me.”

Kathy insists on whisking you away from here, she's seen the looks these men give you and bless your heart. Kathy isn't sure if you're unaware or unbothered, she refuses to leave you behind. You were the one good girlfriend she had ever had, even if you had disappeared for 4 years.

The shorter one lifts his cigarette to his mouth and inhales, “You hear that cockroach”

He points his cigarette in Kathy’s direction, “Cinderella’s got a date" He points to you, "And Sunshine waitin' for her man”

Kathy sinks into her seat and you wonder if she would bolt for the door. But with the two men blocking their path, she remains rooted in her seat.

The tall one echos, “Yeah, Cinderelli’s got a date, and Sunshine’s waitin' for her man to find her”

Cockroach chuckles and shakes his head. The two men slip away from the table, the shorter one going on to say, “Cinderella’s gonna turn into a pumpkin or somethin’”

Another man hollers, "Wonder who the lucky man is, Sunshine"

You giggle to yourself, the men reminded you of another group you'd known in New York. It wasn't too bad once you found your bearings amongst them.

You glanced at Kathy, seeing her eying someone with suspicious eyes.

You followed her gaze, seeing an older man calmly sitting with his back to the wall and his legs propped up on a chair. He was eyeing you gals with soft eyes, he gave you two a nod as another man leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Your eyes lingered for a few moments trying to grasp what exactly was being said, with no luck you looked over to the group of men, two of them being the ones who had attempted to pick you and Kathy up, stood near the Jukebox. They lazed around, heads bent speaking to each other, one of them glanced up to look over at the table you sat in.

Kathy shook her head, her voice wavering, “Look at them whisperin and plannin’ somethin, oh I gotta go”

Kathy had reached for your hand, already pulling you up from the seat. Your feet nearly stumbling as you righted yourself to walk behind her. You tugged lightly, turning her around, “If you’re gonna drag me around like ole times, Pumpkin, give me a sec to get my bearings.”

She sighed and nodded. Her right hand clutching her purse tighter as she stood and waited.

You fixed your skirt and bent down to grab your purse that hung loosely over your chair, swinging it over your shoulder, you stood and got ready to leave.

You gave the bar one last sweep with your eyes, stopping when you saw him. Blonde windswept hair and baby blue eyes. Toned arms littered with tattoos, and grease sticking to his skin, you assumed it was motor oil and some other form of grease from tinkering away at bikes.

Your head tilted and a growing feeling of intrigue and curiosity overwhelmed you. Forgetting about Kathy, you plopped onto the chair and clumsily tapped Alice’s arm to get her attention. Your bag knocked against the table nearly falling off your shoulder and hitting the ground but you tucked it on your lap and leaned closer to Alice, “Hey Alice, who is that looker over by the pool table”

Alice looked to where your eyes hovered, catching on to whom you were asking about, “No, girl just no”

You turned, giving her a frown, “What?”

“Thats Benny, you don’t want to go there” She insisted.

Kathy slid into the seat next to you, her shoulder brushing yours, “Don’t tell me you’re eyeing one of these greasy fuckers”

You jabbed her with your elbow, “Be nice,”

Passing her a pleading look. Kathy sighed and leaned onto the table, her escape plan on hold.

You pleaded with Alice to tell you more, “Come on, spill! You never hold back, what’s the deal?”

Alice gave you an unimpressed look and shook her head.

"Just fill my curiosity meter, sweets," You shook her arm as if it would help make her spill.

Alice snorted, “You’re never just curious, Sunny”

Kathy hummed, “Agreed. You rarely give anyone the time of day, why are you askin' about this one”

That's a story that would be too long to spill, you sigh, "I'll tell yah later"

“Look, no one wants to date Benny, he’s trouble. Every time he gets on his bike he gets into an accident” she looked around conspiratorially, “and he’s got a temper on him, he won’t hurt no lady but put a man in front of him and he’ll swing any which way he pleases”

She tried to stress his flaws but you couldn’t quite let go of the curiosity in you. You didn’t have his name before, you’d wondered where he slipped off to after your uncle's diner. He’d shown up out of the blue in the early afternoon. His hair freshly ruffled from the wind, a cigarette hanging from his lips, his long fingers fixing his jacket, and his long jean-clad legs striving through the diner doors with grace and confidence. For a rebel against society's norms, he was handsome. Too handsome. You couldn’t believe he didn’t have a line of girls wanting to get with him.

But then again, most of them probably steered clear to avoid angering their families. Lucky for you, you had no such concerns.

You remembered how your uncle was about to throw him out of your diner, refusing to serve “vandal scum” in his family friendly diner. But you had swooped in, bouncing over before any hands could fly and faces bruised. You’d smiled blithely, gently reminding your uncle it was your birthday and you had no need or want for a fight to break out and break the mood that had settled into the diner’s atmosphere.

People were coming in and out, most were family and friends visiting to say hi and spend time with you for your birthday. Some were customers but even they stopped for a few to talk to you. Reminiscing over younger you who had greeted each of them one time or another at the diner.

You’d turned to the handsome stranger, your hair swirling around you in waves, a playful finger wagging in his direction, “This is a family friendly diner, handsome, I’m afraid you can’t smoke in here”

You had expected him to argue but he merely put out his cigarette, handing it to your outstretched palm. You discarded it in the trash behind the hostess stand and grabbed a menu for him. You glanced to your uncle and then to the stranger, “You can eat here as long as you behave. and you will, right?” You asked sweetly.

The handsome stranger merely nodded, giving you a half smile. His blue eyes staring intently into your own dark brown that glittered with a hint of gold and red in the setting sun that glowed through the windows.

You had waved your hands in the air, “See didi, there’s no trouble here. Just a handsome man wanting to eat your delicious food”

You had defused the situation so quickly it nearly gave everyone a whiplash but that was something everyone had missed. Your ability to lighten an atmosphere.

After getting the stranger seated you went back to your previous activities nearly forgetting the blue eyes that lingered on you throughout his stay.

You had almost forgotten, until now.

Alice shook her head, grasping your hand, “Don’t say I didn’t warn yah”

She glanced at Kathy, “If you wanna leave that bad, let’s get you to a phone to call for a ride mkay”

Kathy sighed in relief, “thank you, you’re the best”

They left you to your thoughts. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking over what Alice said and remembering the brief meeting from earlier in the day. You contemplated going up to him, just to ask if had enjoyed the food. He had wiped his plate clean so you know he did. But perhaps you could also ask him why your uncle couldn’t stand the sight of him. Maybe that’s too personal you thought idly.

You would have sunk deeper and deeper into your thoughts if it weren’t for a figure slipping into a chair next to you. His arms hugging the back of the chair, his body leaning over to stare at you.

You almost choked on air realizing who was seated next to you. His eyes peered into yours, soft and gentle. His beard was a golden blonde like his hair, it framed his face nicely, his cheekbones and jaw were sculpted to perfection and you wondered if you ever laid eyes on someone who was casually perfect. “Hey”

Your eyes traced his face, “Hello handsome, I didn't think I'd see yah again"

He nodded giving you a half smile, so similar to the one you had received when you had helped him get a table at your uncles diner, “I’m Benny”

You noticed his voice was a deep honeyed rasp. Somehow smooth and bumpy. You wanted to listen to him talk all night, but based on your previous and current encounters; you didn’t think he’d do much talking.

You tilted your head to the side humming in reply, “I’m Y/N”

Silence fell, a bubbly giddy feeling in your chest almost had you giggling nervously. You’d never had a man stare at you so intensely without a crude or rude comment hanging from their lips. But Benny simply watched. His eyes trailing over your face, mapping out the curve of your nose and lips, the laugh lines in your face, the dimples resting at the top of your cheeks and the way your honey brown eyes watched him in return.

He wanted to reach out to touch your cheek wondering if they felt as warm as the redness in them implied.

You swallowed the giggle by biting your bottom lip, you seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. You hoped you wouldn’t bruise it with how much you had repeated this action. “You gonna stare at me all night, Benny”

You whispered his name and it felt scandalous. As if it was the most intimate pet name you had ever come up with prior to knowing his true name.

He smiled, rubbing a hand over his chin then through his hair, he adjusted his position, “Yeah, I guess”

He made no other comment. Not once bothering to fill the growing silence between you. Perhaps there wasn’t much to be said because his eyes said it all. He was interested, you gathered.

His eyes inviting, patiently waiting on you to confirm…something. You weren’t sure.

And as much as you wanted to do or say anything you simply went with, “I-Uh-I’m with my girls”

You stuttered, what a terrible flirt. You wanted to slam your head into the table, to sink into the floor and disappear. That wasn’t what you wanted to say but it was the only thing you could think of.

“Oh” he looked down at his arms then slowly looked back up to you, “okay”

His eyes were softer and a little sad. More silence. Your heart was beating so fast with adrenaline. You swore you would never forgive yourself for being an idiot. You hoped he would say something, ask you anything. Maybe give you something other than his contemplative silence. But no, he only lifted his hands up, “You’re with your girls”

He had shrugged as he said it, gracefully getting up to leave you alone. You could feel his eyes leaving you and he left you to a different kind of silence. You couldn’t believe how idiotic you had been. As if the invitation wasn’t clear enough you had shut him down. Leave it to you to blow off the only man who had ever made you feel anything other than disgust under their gaze.

Kathy slid into the chair to your right, her mouth parting ready to ask you if you would be leaving with her, but another figure slipped into a seat at the other side of the table.

You recognized him from earlier, the man who watched you and Kathy from his corner of the bar. He gave you girls a quirk of his lip and a nod, “What are your names, girls”

Kathy leaned back and sighed, “What is this? A rotary buffet?”

You could tell she was getting tired of all the men who were coming up to you gals. “I’m Kathy, this is Y/N”

The man nodded once more, “I’m uh Johnny, I’m the president of this club.”

You hummed, “Nice to meet yah”

Kathy rolled her eyes but gave him a nod of acknowledgement. He continued to speak, “Just want the two of yous to know that..you don’t have to worry”

Your brow raised surprised by his statement but knowing where he was going.

“Worry about what?” Kathy questioned with rising suspicion.

Johnny shook his head, “Nothin, that’s all. The guys just wanna have some fun…”

He nodded his eyes trailing to the group of men by the Jukebox, “I won’t let nothin happen to yah”

His grey eyes scanned the two of you.

Kathy quirked a challenging eye brow, “Oh yeah? And what’s gonna happen to us?”

You placed a hand on her arm, trying to calm her growing agitation, “Nothin” Johnny responded.

This didn’t appease Kathy at all, she rolled her eyes and sarcastically laughed, “haha, thanks for that, we gots to go now. Nice to meet yah. Adios. Bye”

You gripped your bag over your shoulder allowing her to drag you out of the bar. When you noticed the men leering and getting closer to her, you tugged her back and took the lead, shoving them aside with strength that once again surprised them. You got out relatively untouched. But you knew that there would be some grease stains on your skirt and stockings. Kathy didn’t seem too happy about the prints on her ass though.

You would have laughed if it weren’t for the enraged look on her face. “What animals”

She hissed. Trying to swipe away the grease but the damage was done.

“Alright, sunny, I called a cab and it should be here any minute. You gonna hop in?”

You sighed and hummed, after blowing off the Benny guy you wanted nothin but to go home and wallow in your failure.

Her lips smirked, “Gonna wallow in self pity for rejectin’ that biker guy?”

Her comment released a wave of groans from your lips, “My gosh Kathy! I blew it!”

You hooked your right arm though her left and followed her across the street, “I was THIS close” you lifted your thumb and pointer finger and squeezed them together, “to maybe going on a date or somethin’”

She laughed, “Oh honey, you’ve never even bothered to flirt nor talk to a man that wasn’t family or close friends. Of course you’d blow it”

Her tease left you pouting, throwing your head back you groaned and stomped your feet playfully, “If I had a second chance I think I could get it right”

Your eyes traced the Big Dipper, wishing for another chance. But for what? You didn’t even think you had it in you. Sure you could be confident and happy. Bulldozing your way through life. Making others smile and laugh. Getting others to feel comfortable and welcoming.

But flirting? Dating? Talking to an insanely handsome man?

An impossible task you really wanted to try.

A few minutes went by before Kathy started to nudge your side. You turned your head to stare at her, one brow raised in question. Her eyes flitted across the street and you followed.

He was walking across the street, cigarette on his lips and a lighter hovering in front of him as he lit it. His hand shoved the lighter back into his pocket and he nonchalantly walked up to his sleek black bike. Swinging his long legs over the bike, he jumped to start it, his bike roaring to life.

He sat down, fixed his jacket, and gave you a look over his shoulder. His eyes were obscured by shadows but with the slight incline of his head, you figured he was silently telling you to get on.

Kathy pushed you towards him, your feet stumbling over the pavement. You righted yourself and shot her a glare. She wiggled her fingers at you, shooing you in response.

You slowly took a step forward. Then two. Then three. And before you could turn around and run away you were standing next to him.

He plucked his cigarette from his lips and gave you a look. His eyes scanned you from head to toe. Amused to see you standing near him. Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your skirt.

You were just about to ask him if you could get on. But rowdy men spilled out of the bar. Hooting loudly at seeing you next to Benny. Urging you to get on. Some commenting about your pretty skirt riding up your thigh. And some praising Benny for reining you in.

“Get on girl, it’s gonna be a fun ride” one of them laughed out.

Benny gave no indication he was listening to them. And he gave no indication of what he wanted you to do. You suppose he had already given you a hint earlier. You sighed and got on.

Once seated you tried to tug your skirt down the best you could. Silently thankful that you had prepared for the worst-case scenario. Your black shorts peeked from beneath your skirt. Your thighs resting comfortably over the bike.

More of the men hollered, “We’ve got a smart one”

“Ay suppose only Benny can take a peek underneath her skirt”

You blushed at the comment. You would like to deny it but saying anything would only fuel their provocative statements.

You turned to take a quick peek at Kathy, finding her getting on one of the men’s bikes. Having been herded by the others to take a ride. She had obviously given in to get them to leave her alone. She shot you a look. Her eyes flickered between you and Benny. She gave you a wry smile. She was excited for you. But not that pleased with her own situation. However, she’d pull through if you were experiencing it with her.

Your hands were loosely gripping onto Benny’s side, unsure of where to place them.

One of Benny’s hands reached around, grabbing yours to tightly wrap it around his midsection. You laced your fingers together and held on tightly. Trying to ignore the way your body pressed into his.

Someone shouted for him to take off and let him know that they would meet up with him on the expressway. With a jolt of the bike, you lurched forward. Your thighs squeezing Benny's legs and your grip getting tighter.

After that, you were a goner. The night sped past you in a blaze of light. The stars glittering and the town lights fading into the darkness. The wind swept your hair, tossing your neatly primed waves into a knotted mess.

You squealed, pressing your face into his back. Your eyes followed the passing scenery falling in love with the speed and the freedom that swelled up inside you.

You felt him chuckle at your reaction, you tore your gaze away and leaned at an angle to see the side of his face, you could tell he was smiling.

You were in trouble. All the warnings Alice had given you had been discarded. Your heart was a fool and your mind had been made. And you wondered where exactly this night would lead.

A/N: If you made it this far down, I applaud you 👏part 2 is already written and is currently being edited. If you want quick updates, comment for a tag! Thank you so much for sticking around to read this long fic!

[graysnetwork]

i was watching Gilmore girls at the beginning of the year i think and then i suddenly got the urge to watch again, so i'm finally on the last episode of season 2. Im completely in love with Tristan but at the moment i'm loving jess (i also searched up jess edits on tiktok and i've spoiled things for myself so i will be debating on skipping that one scene)

Also Ik this is not the best but I hope u guys like it

Warnings— none

Summary— Jess is turning into a great student and Luke not lorelai can think of a reason he’s become an amazing kid all of a sudden.

The library

Two full weeks, two full weeks had gone by now and no calls from the school had been made to Luke's phone. This was more concerning than actually getting calls from the school. And another notable thing was that Jess started leaving every day at the same time 6:30 and he'd come back home at 9:30 or even earlier.

Luke was getting suspicious but he didn't exactly know how to bring it up since it was very possible he was cheating on his tests, maybe copying off some one else for work. So he decided he'd mention it another day, and every time that decided day came by he'd put it off again, and again.

the two of them were in the diner, it was surprisingly very quiet, there was only one person which was also surprising and then the person walked out. Jess started cleaning up the table before checking his watch.

6:15

He dropped the towel and rushed upstairs, he came back down with a backpack, had he been hiding that thing?

"where are you goin?" Luke asked, finally looking up from the counter “somewhere.” “what do you have in there?” “some things” he shrugged and opened the door, before he could even get one foot out the door he could hear Luke’s heavy steps get closer to him, he turned around again.

“What do you have in there” Luke said again, “why do you wanna know, it’s nothing important” Jess rolled his eyes and checked his watch again.

6:20

“I’ve never even seen you come outside with a backpack, and I need to know if you’re stealing things again” Luke gave him an annoyed stare, Jess unzipped the the bag and showed the books in his backpacks.

“Oh” Luke muttered, and looked over to the side “happy? Cause I need to get going” he zipped the bag up again. “where have you been going?” Luke sighed, it was time he got the truth.

“why do you wanna know?” Jess rolled his eyes again, “because I gotta know these things” another sigh came out of Luke, and Jess mumbled something. It took a good few minutes to get him to admit.

“I’m goin to the library”

He said it quietly but at least it was coherent.

———

“You’re late” you smiled as Jess sat down in front of you, “I know, I’m sorry, Luke wouldn’t let me go until I told him where I was going and what I was bringing” he smiled back at you and took out his books. “well, you’re here now, that’s what matters to me, now what’s today? math?” You smiled again and the two of you started opening your books.

“Today is math day” jess nodded and started reading your math notes.

———

“Jess, in the library? Is he meeting behind it and doing something?” Lorelai drank her coffee, “I didn’t think about that” Luke said as he gave her a doughnut.

The moment very quickly ended when Jess came in and quickly went upstairs without saying a word, Luke and Lorelai could hear the thud from Jess’s backpack hitting the floor.

Jess came back down and grabbed a doughnut; pink icing. Very weird to the two adults in the diner. Unknowing to them the only reason he grabbed it was because you swore that the pink icing on the doughnuts taste different.

———

“So anything new and interesting happening?” You asked as you and Jess walked around after studying, it was the quickest you’ve ever studied but that was because it was English, all jess had to do was read and write some answers.

“no, but, if you call getting a new shipments for the diner interesting, than yes, there something new happening” he smiled at you, “sounds very interesting” you smiled back at him.

“what about you?” Jess turned to you again “what about me? Nothing” you shrugged “cmon there’s gotta be something that’s happened so far this week” Jess said, “there’s nothing, nothings happened, and im 100 percent sure nothings gonna happen” you smiled again at him.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled “how about I give you something to look forward to then since you’re free” Jess’s brows perked up, “really? how?” your hand reached up and grabbed his that was on your shoulder.

“how bout you, me, and chinese food, and we can do it on, Friday? You said your parents are leaving on Friday right?” He smiled as you two got closer to Luke’s diner.

“yeah, my parents are going on Friday.. that sounds like a plan” you smiled “it’s a date” he smiled. “Cmon I’ll walk you home” he walked past the diner “thanks Jess” you wrapped your arm around his waist as the two of you continued you way down the street.

-

“Did I see that right?” Lorelai’s eyes were wide and her brows were furrowed, “wow” Luke said, it was the only thing that could be uttered at the moment as they had just seen; You and Jess walking together.

“That must be why he’s going to the library so much! y/n’s always at the library!” Her mouth hung open in shock, it was silent for a few moments “y’know what, this is good” like said as he nodded while drinking his coffee.

“This is good?” She looked at him confused, “yes, he’s doing good in school, and it seems like he really likes y/n, as long as he isn’t hurting her, or doing bad things than I’m happy about this” Luke smiled “I guess this is good..” Lorelai smiled back at him.

———

[sweetheart-satoru]

ethereal

you wanted him, but you knew he could have so much better

author's note: omg guys i literally never write angst and i haven't written in soooo longggg, i got lazy in the end. i first wrote this october 8th 2022 and now im editing and adding more (and writing pt 2) on july 27th 2023 😭 😭 😭 

part two here !!

he's one of the prettiest people you have ever seen. it's not fair how he can't be yours. gojo satoru. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. your best friend. you love him, but he doesn't love you like that. "y/n-chan!" he walks and waves towards you.

it hurts to know he isn't and most definitely won't be yours. you're weak, he's strong. he's beautiful, you're not. he's everything you want and needs. but you aren't what he needs. you know someone else can fulfill the job of being someone who he actually needs. not you. never you.

"hi. how was your weekend, were you busy? you didn't reply to my texts." he pouts. "hi." is all you say back to him, grabbing your books and closing your locker. how is he so energetic this early? he squinted his eyes in confusion before a couple of girls approached him. you don't bother trying to listen to whatever they say.

you've read all his texts, just purposely turning off the read receipts so he doesn't notice. you've gotten many texts such as;

satoru: hi (nickname)

satoru: we should go out and watch horror movies >:)

-

satoru: helloooo?? it's been days :((

satoru: did you get your phone taken away??

-

satoru: y/nnnn i saw you post your dog on ig

satoru: are you ignoring me?

satoru: are you mad??

-

and lots more plus missed calls.

you stand right beside him as he talks to girls much prettier than you. most of them have the ugliest personality you have ever seen, but you know how your best friend goes for the prettier things.

you bite your lip and walk away to your next class. once he notices you're gone he calls out to you, "don't leave without me, y/n-chan!" god, even his voice is beautiful. how could you ever be friends with someone like him? why would he ever want to be friends with someone like you? you don't deserve him.

you don't say anything, you just hug your books closer to your chest and continue your way. "y/n-chan?" he asks, slowing down behind you, "hm?" you turn around.

"are you mad at me?" you shake your head, "no." you don't bother giving him any type of reaction. "yes, you are." you shake your head again, "i'm not." he frowns.

"liar." he pokes your cheek with his finger, "you haven't looked or talked to me since last thursday, it's wednesday." you push his finger away, "i'm not mad." he rolls his tongue into his cheek, grabbing your wrist. you turn to pull away but he gives you a look that reads, 'don't bother, i'm not letting go.'

"just tell me what is it. did i do something?"

"no."

"well, i clearly did something to make you not want to talk to me." you shrug, "i'm just tired." now it's his turn to shake his head, "no, it's me, isn't it? every time you see utahime, nanami, haibara, suguru, or ieiri you're happy but whenever i try and open my mouth around you, you just look the other way and ignore me. what's wrong?"

"i said it's nothing." you pull your wrist back, "let's just go to class." you two walk in silence as he tries to remember if he did something wrong.

[campingwiththecharmings]

it's been too long since i've sent something debilitatingly horny to you, so here:

edit: im sorry its so long and plot-y 😭 i've never written for poe and got too excited.

imagine being a first order commander in charge of coaxing information from poe dameron. the first batch of interrogators (a couple stormtroopers) couldn't get a thing out of him so you were called in as back up.

GIF by antagonistenthusiast

you've had a few interactions with poe (as you're both renowned pilots), but you've never actually seen his face. you've only communicated through radios -- well, communicated is a strong word, you've taunted and growled at each other from a distance...

needless to say, you were intrigued to finally meet this 'poe dameron' that you've been chasing around since you became a flight officer.

you're shocked when you see him, not because he's battered and barely conscious, but because he's prettier than you expected.

GIF by one-blog-to-whump-them-all

of course, he's fucking pretty. he's the resistance's flyboy, the general's favorite, complete with a cut jawline, pouty lips and perfect curls.

it enrages you.

long dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes as you approach him. his body is strapped tight to a chair, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. he's so unbothered, in fact, that he immediately greets you with one of his annoying quips:

"you the good cop?" you're sure it would've sounded better if his voice wasn't so hoarse and broken -- not that you didn't enjoy that sound. there's something about a ruined man that immediately sparks a flame inside of you.

"no, they were the good cops." you refer to the storm troopers that left him this way. "i'm the bad cop, and i like to do things a bit differently..."

you can see it on his face: he recognizes you, or your voice, but he doesn't know from where.

"can't fly away anymore, can you, dameron?"

it finally dawns on him, "you." he almost looks...happy about the revelation.

"yeah, me." his stare is intense and interested, and he's not trying to hide it at all.

cocky bastard.

"y'now i didn't expect such a bea--"

you roll your eyes, "ok, let's stop with all this chatter."

there's a piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket, folded several times to fit securely in the space.

"you got something for me?" you coo, voice sickly sweet all of the sudden.

you reach out, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the smooth leather rise and lower under your fingers as he starts to breathe harder. he pushes against your touch like he's touch deprived, like he's been waiting for this moment all his life.

oh, he's easy.

you snicker as you pluck the paper out, taking a second to wag it tauntingly in front of his face.

"what're you...HEY! THAT'S MINE."

bingo

you open it up, satisfied by how fluidly this interrogation is going. once you deliver this to ren, you're sure to get a promotion.

when you see what's inside, you glower: it's just a worn photo of some BB-droid.

"really?" you give him an unimpressed look. "what, is this your pet or something?"

"he's my driod! my little buddy!"

"ok...so we'll do this the hard way."

---

it starts with pain, but it never seems to be enough. he's -- laughing! he's taunting you, groaning out "is that all you got" or whispering a hoarse "i could do this all day".

you realize you're methods will have to be a bit...unconventional to get your point across. you saw how he reacted to your touch, how he looks at you, even when you're punching him in the face.

you know what you need to do, you're just not sure that you could take it.

GIF by joker1315

you take the step -- blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

it's for the first order, you tell yourself, but you're enjoying it.

you're breathing almost as hard as he is -- you need it just as much as he does.

you've been edging him about an hour now. he whines when you slow your hand again, leaving him right at the brink of release. metal clangs and groans as he pulls against his restraints.

"please, please, please..."

"you know what i need." you squeeze him, not tightly, but just enough to drive him wild. "just one word -- the planet -- and i'll give it to you. i'll let you cum all over yourself."

"c-can't."

"can't? or won't?" you swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. he's literally pulsing in your hold.

"fuck!" he yells out a name, one you immediately memorize, desperate voice and all.

;dlfsl;dfgk oh oh oh ohhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd

no but like, the fact that poe was also kind of into the whole thing though?? him arching into your touch, shooting you heated glances even when you're torturing him, like he likes being at your mercy?????? please send help 🫠🫠🫠

(**WARNING: here there be smut and it could potentially be considered dub-con so read at your own risk**)

if you thought he was pretty before, it's nothing compared to how he looks when he comes--his jaw slack, head thrown back, baring his glorious neck (a neck you just wanna bite), his sweaty curls deliciously mussed, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes a mess of himself and your hand.

heavenly, you think. the sight is heavenly.

unable to resist, you kiss him softly, so contradictory to the rough way you'd been handling him. he sighs, sagging against his restraints as he kisses you back, his breath fanning across your cheek. you tell him he's a good boy when you pull away and he whines, trying to follow your lips, his mouth gaping, pupils blown wide with lust. he's so drunk on you, on the pleasure you've given him, he'd probably give you whatever you wanted right now; the knowledge fills you with glee. you smile, running a hand down his chest before tucking him back in his trousers.

he comes back to himself when you move to leave, his eyes growing a little harder, jaw clenching as you tell him that you look forward to working with him again.

unfortunately, ren isn't around for you to give him the intel poe gave you, so you hold onto it, intent on telling him when he returns. that night though, you can't sleep, can't stop thinking about poe's breathy whines and whimpers and how pretty he looked begging you to let him come. it's all you can think about, the urge to go to him so strong. so you go, shooing the guards from his cell and going inside. he's asleep, still tied up but removed from the rack he'd been on earlier, bloodied and bruised and beautiful. you allow yourself a moment to study him, eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, of his brow, his nose.

then you take him in your hand, squeezing and stroking, his pretty little noises going straight to your core. you want him, you realize, want to claim him, want to make him yours. the urge is so strong it makes you a little angry--that he could have so much power over you in this state is...well, it's unacceptable.

maybe you just need to fuck him, you reason, to get it out of your system. so you do, straddling him and sheathing his hardness inside your warm, wet cunt. he sounds (and looks) even prettier like this, beneath you, his moans breathy, breathing ragged as you ride him. he feels so good inside you, the stretch of his cock scratching an itch you didn't even realize you had. he watches at you with wide, attentive eyes, hips pushing up to meet yours as you impale yourself on him again and again.

you see stars when you come, cunt clenching around his cock as you throw your head back with a strangled moan. he's still hard and inside you when you come down, his ragged breaths reaching your ears. the look in his eyes is almost reverent when you meet them, and when he begs you to let him come inside you, a little piece of your heart crumbles.

you leave his cell, swearing to yourself that you'll never do it again, that you'll tell ren what you've learned and that dameron will be executed and it'll all be done.

but you don't. can't.

you keep the information you learned to yourself so your trysts with him can continue. every day you go to his cell, send away the guards, and fuck him. you start to look forward to it, to seeing him, to being with him. he starts begging you to let him touch you, and one day you cave and allow it. you groan when he cups your breast, arching into his touch as you bounce slowly on his cock. then his hand falls to your hip, his fingers dig into your skin, and a part of you hopes he'll leave behind bruises. when his thumb finds your clit, he circles the bud, groaning as you gasp, cunt fluttering around him. he whispers something as you fall apart, and it isn't until later that you realize...he'd called you beautiful.

(lmaooooooooooo many, many apologies for going overboard with this, i love me a subby man, especially when that man is poe dameron, hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng)

[elisemochi]

the original fic concept I had for my exchange fic before realizing i was biting off more then i could chew was one where

Wayne was being meddlesome and decided to start a penpal service between the towns specifically with the intention of getting Lisette with Ludus

because he joined his wife in a Beverage Bash group including them and something happens to cause Wayne to go all

now wait a darn minute.

Maybe she almost falls and Ludus catches her without a second thought? or something like that

A very right place at the right time sort of thing.

Wayne just sees something there and is very oh i need to do something about this about it because he's so happy with Holly and wants his friends to be happy too

So he decides to make a fake penpal service that very quickly becomes a real one because this man's a people pleaser and when people who are not the targets want to join he cant say no without looking suspicious (and feeling bad)

and then it would just be them sending letters back and forth and falling for each other and stuff

Im going to post the prologue that I didn't end up using in my rework here just so it doesn't rot in the doc but dont judge to hard Its not edited

Despite it being Fall already, the weather wasn't being too friendly. The sun seemed bound and determined to beat down on the two of them as they made their way towards the festival grounds. Seeing as it was Lulukoko’s turn to host the Beverage Bash maybe it was fitting.

“I can count on you to pick the other two out, yeah?” Wayne asks as he rolls the Lychee in his palm.

Holly smiles brightly at him as she responds, “Of course! I’ll make sure we have a winning combination!” 

She’s so beautiful.

Wayne stops walking to lean down and pepper a couple of kisses on her cheek before continuing on. He can hear her giggling even before she catches back up to him.

“I still can’t believe you originally wanted to bring an egg of all things.” Holly says, lightly.

“Hey– I told you, I read somewhere that you can make some really fun drinks with eggs.” Wayne says.

As they fall back into comfortable silence Wayne cant help but think again about just how lucky he is to have found someone like Holly.

-------

When the Beverage Bash begins Wayne hangs back and lets Holly go hunting through the other participants for fruit that would compliment their Cherry and Lychee respectively. She’s not gone for very long before she’s coming back pulling one person on each arm.

“Alright! So we have Lychee, Cherry, Banana, and Peach!” Holly says excitedly as she unhands Ludus and Lisette.

“Good choice, Holly.” Wayne says quickly, pecking her cheek once more. He doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of being able to do that whenever he feels like it. Even if that happened to be a hundred times a day. Holly didn’t seem to mind it though.

In the end they do end up getting first place, as expected with Holly at the helm. The fruit juice they made together was really nice. Not like he ever doubted her.

It’s as they’re helping clean up that he sees something– Lisette and Ludus talking quietly as they work and wasn't that a sight. They look really nice together in his opinion. 

Different, sure, but from what he knew of them they’re both stubborn, hard working people who practically live to be helpful. Last he had heard, back before he married Holly, Ludus didn’t really know Westown’s resident sweetheart very well and Wayne’s already more than aware of Lisette's tendency to not leave the town unless she has to. 

Still though, seeing her giggle at something he said, and the way Ludus’ eyes snap back to her with that small smile when she does was making him wonder. He’s sure they’re just making small talk but for a moment he feels like he should try to get them to interact more. 

That maybe one day he could help all his friends get hitched. That, maybe it’s time to push for another wedding. Or at the least a few dates. He’s sure they’ll appreciate it. It will be good practice when he and Brad eventually try to find someone for Ford.

Well– as long as he stays smart about it. While he’s sure he could get Lisette to play along if he just told her his plans outright, Ludus– not so much. Plus, word travels fast even between towns so it be best to tell everyone the same thing from the get go.

Once they make it home, he’ll be runnin’ his plans by Holly.

[amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix]

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Warnings: Uhhh. Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader

Plot: Seven dates that has a significant mark in your life, one of which massively tilted and fucked up your world for good.

Seven men you didn't want to have more significance in your life than they already have for each of those dates you desperately want to forget.

Genre: mutual pining (ik, ik, i'm sorry), light angst, denial of feelings, eventual poly ot7

placeholder: avoust xxix - óutobre xxxi - nouvèmbre xv - desèmbre xxvi - febrié xxiii - mai xiii - juliet xxii

this is not my first dabble at the bts fandom but this was my first bangtan fic i posted in ao3 2 years ago bc i was a baby army (and my first bangtan creation [not the mixtape series] one is still unfinished and unposted wkwkwkw) so pls be kind to me uwu n i don't really have army moots so if you wanna, come say hi to me on twitter @shimaeara (i don't use it for now because i have no moots there yet) this fic is fucking self-serve and was written without sleep and came to me after reading a fucking drarry slowburn and binge listening to Moonchild and continued after weeks(months) of procrastination and am not good at smut so i might not be able to write it graphically for now idk sorry (edit, 2023: I can write smut now lmao but im still not good at it so i'll try!!!!) artists mentioned are not mine and own themselves. only my original character is self-made, and portrayal and descriptions are in no way real and did not happen in life. everything is entirely fictional not beta'd so i take full responsibility for each and every mistake, my existence included.

i'm reposting this right now because of the date in my country (and a happy birthday to my irl bestfriend, allain. hope you're happy wherever you are, fucker

aight imma head out

💜 You're not aware of the date today.

You wake up unusually early. It's ironic—everything today seems to be, and it's only six in the morning. That in itself should've clued you in because never in a million years would you wake up at five fucking thirty ahead of your alarm, and a weekend at that.

No one dare wake you up voluntarily before seven safest, not after that incident with an overly-hyper Joji that resulted in him sporting a black eye and split lip for a week. No hard feelings were had; you've been bestfriends with him during the past few years since he became your client at the villa. It was resolved with a quick fuck before you even got out of bed. Everybody pretended that the scratches on his back were—ahem—inflicted during the fight.

Pft. Sure.

He has since left residence, but he still flounces around whenever his schedule allows, the motherfucker. You should remind him to bring his own food next time because he cleansweeps the fridge every time.

Your mood has been off since you opened your eyes. You lie there for a few minutes before you realize that it's still kind of dark outside, and a quick check of your phone informs you of the time.

5:36 am

Huh. That's fucking early.

You rub at your chest softly, wondering where the hollow sinking feeling is coming from and what roused you from your sleep. Granted that yes, you're not the most mentally healthy person, but the feeling is different from usual. Almost worse.

You try to go back to sleep but right as you were about to drift off, your bladder decides to kick in. Groaning, you roll out of bed and pad sleepily to your bathroom to do your business with closed eyes, trying not to let go of your sleepiness. Of course, that proves futile. You aren't able to fall right back to sleep after that. Normally, you'd have no problem jumping right back to snoozing, but again, irony.

When trying prove to be useless, you decide to get up. On the way down, you forget to take your phone with you, and you ain't going back to sixth ass floor when you're already on the second. You continue onward and bump into Shads. "Morning, Matt."

He looks at you in trepidation, and you laugh lightly at his expression. Nobody dare forget that you're not a morning person. "Hey, Y/N."

"Relax, I'm not gonna punch you." He laughs at that and visibly relaxes.

"You're up early," he comments.

"Yeah. I don't even know why, and I can't go back to sleep now anyways so..."

He nods. "Well, I'm just turning in. Need to catch some sleep before we fly later."

"Fun night?" You ask.

He snorts at that with a laugh as he turns away to walk to his room. "Wish. Had to be at the studio to fix some things."

"Aw, you poor baby."

"Fuck off."

You both laugh and walk away; him towards his room, and you towards the kitchen. "Sleep well. I'll make sure the car will be here later for you guys."

"Thanks, babe."

You feel it again while you are making myself a cup of hot chocolate at the communal kitchen. You have a love-hate relationship with coffee, so you don't drink it that much. You thump your chest lightly with a slight grimace, the feeling almost crushing now. Your heart is racing and you don't know why, hands shaking as you grip the counter and try to breathe through your mouth.

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Jin in his pajamas, blinking at you owlishly. "Hey, Jin." Your grimace morphs into an awkward smile and you put your arms to your side in fear that he might've seen it—he did.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you say, ignoring the heavy pounding feeling in your chest. He doesn't look convinced. "You're up early."

He shakes his head. "This is my usual waking time. You're early."

Well, you don't have a rebut for that.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/N?" he asks again when you stay silent.

"Yeah." You will yourself to calm down, even though it's obviously unsuccessful. "I think I'm just having a heartburn."

He raises an eyebrow at that, clearly not buying your lie. He decides to spare you instead. "You shouldn't be having hot chocolate then; that will just trigger it more. Sit. I'll make us some tea."

"No, no, it's okay! I'm fine." You try to argue, but you quickly shut up when he narrows his eyes at you. You wait in awkward silence as he prepares the tea and starts making breakfast, possibly for his friends. Once it was done, you thank him and turn to go back to your room.

"Where are you going?" he asks, spatula raised from where he is cooking.

"Back to my room?"

He shakes his head. "No, you sit. I'm making breakfast anyway."

"But I—"

"Are you really this stubborn?" When you remain silent, he hums and goes back to cooking "That's what I thought. Now sit down."

And what choice do you have?

"Do you take any medicines?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"...no?"

"Not even for anxiety? Or anything?"

Wow. What happened to sparing you? You shake your head no. He just raises his brows at that and (mercifully) changes the topic. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing. It's my first break in months, so I think I might just sleep all day and stay in bed. I don't know." You shrug. "How 'bout you guys? Do you have promotions today?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. We're all preparing for Jungkook's birthday. It's in three days."

Wait. Jungkook's birthday is September 1.

You stop at that, the cup of tea paused from where you were just about to take a drink. "T-three days?" You ask shakily as he puts some food on a plate and places it down in front of you, unaware of your inner turmoil. The food smells amazing, but you don't think you can handle eating right now.

"Yeah. It's 29 today, isn't it?" Jin takes his phone that was on the counter and checks, then puts the phone back down. "It is. We're gonna prepare a surprise for him."

Fuck.

"That's good," you say, trying not to show how your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest. He smiles at you and turns back to where he's cooking.

So that's why you've been feeling off since you woke up. 29th. It's the 29th of August today.

You finish your food with difficulty but you don't show it to him to not be ungrateful. His cooking is great, but your mind is really just elsewhere today. "Thanks for the breakfast. And uh, the tea." You clear your throat as you finish washing your plate.

"No biggie." He smiles brightly and you almost forget—almost.

"Have fun today with your plans. I'll be"—you swallow as you leave the room almost hurriedly, and Jin finally notices your distress—"I'll be in my room if you guys need something from me."

You hear him ask if you were really okay but you ignore it, almost tripping on your way out. You don't know you've been holding your breath until you let it out as you reach your room and flop uselessly on your bed. You can't even cry at this rate. You've spent so long crying that it left you tearless and empty. When you try to look deeper, the pain is crippling that you can't even move to shed a tear. It feels like being suspended mid-air in a dark void with that feeling that you might fall anytime, only you don't know when and if the fall will finally kill you.

You spend the whole day in bed with minimal to no human interaction. Matt swung by midday and thanked you with a hug before the band left. It will be hours later when someone knocks on your door again.

It's Namjoon.

"Y/N?"

You're tempted to not answer him. While yes, your closeness with him and his group came a long way from just them being your clients, you still don't feel comfortable with giving them the burden of trying to deal with your tragedies and discomfort. He calls your name again with a light knock before you amble to the door weakly, opening it just an inch. "Hey."

You smile at him, but it's clear as day that you aren't really feeling it. "Hey, Namjoon."

"Are you okay?" He pauses, then shakes his head. "No, you're obviously not. Can I come in?"

And of course, he can.

One thing you like about him is his maturity and perceptiveness. With the chaos that comes with his group, Namjoon keeps them tethered. You love their group, you really do. But when the energy becomes too much, you're thankful because he always senses your need to slow down and calms them. Maybe it's the same reason you're drawn to him the most out of all of them. All you know is it isn't just a plain crush on such a charming person anymore. When you spend a lot of time with someone so kind and wonderful, their looks become just a fucking bonus. Every time you look at him your heart won't stop racing, and it's the exhilarating type that makes you sweat and puts the coil in your stomach.

You both sit on the bed, pulling up the covers as he sits a respectable distance from you.

"Hyung told me what happened," he says at last. Your stomach drops at that. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Do you want to?

With your silence, he continues. "I understand if you don't want to. Just know that we're here for you." Then softly, "I'm here for you."

Your heart stutters, but you keep your face neutral by giving him a soft smile. "Thank you, Namjoon."

After a few minutes, he asks, "Is it because of Jungkook?"

"What?"

"Jin-hyung said you ran away when he mentioned our surprise for Jungkook." There is an emotion you can't name that briefly flits through his face before it smooths out to curiosity. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No!" At his surprised face, you backtrack. "No," you say in a much softer voice. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I—"

"Noona!"

Wow. Speak of the devil and all that jazz.

Jungkook bursts through the door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room. Or if he does, he doesn't comment on it. "My favorite Noona~!" He climbs on the bed and sits beside you.

Your eyes flit to Namjoon, and you nearly miss the sharp look he gives him when Jungkook lies with his head on your lap. You snort at Jungkook's antics, a slow smile spreading to your lips.

"I bet you say that to all your noonas," you tease, to which Jungkook splutters.

"No, I don't!" He turns to Namjoon. "Tell her, hyung."

"I—what?"

"That she is my favorite noona!"

"You do say that to all your noonas, Kook." Namjoon deadpans.

"Hyung!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Namjoon laughs. "Everyone knows you love Y/N the most."

"Yeah! Don't be jealous though, hyung." Jungkook chides, a crimson blush slowly spreading over Namjoon's cheeks. "We all know you love her the most."

"Hey—!"

"By the way," Jungkook back turns to you and ignores Namjoon's protesting, "we're all going out later. Want to come with?"

"Uh," you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. "I don't know, Jungkook. I—"

"Please?" He pulls his infamous doe eyes that makes it hard to refuse. While you normally don't have an issue with going out, you're not feeling up for it today. Especially not today of all days.

Your mind drifts to your old friends.

It's been seven years since they'd all been gone, but the memory is still fresh. For the past few years, you'd celebrated this day—all their birthdays—cradling a bottle of whatever liquor you get your hands on. You'd plow through bottle after bottle, glass after glass, trying to forget that you would have been celebrating with them had that day not happened. Then, you'd come home and sob yourself to sleep and pass out from being drunk because them being gone meant your alcohol tolerance was suddenly gone too.

"Y/N?" You snap out of your trance and see both men looking at you in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." The hollow feeling intensifies and you feel a little nauseous, but you shake it off. "Sorry, what was that again?"

"Do you want to come with us later?" Jungkook's mood subdues at your lost expression, concern marring his pretty face. "But you can say no if you don't want to!"

You know they really wouldn't force you to come with them if you say no. They never once made you feel like you have no choice with the shenanigans they drag you into.

Then you think about what Alex would probably say if he's still here, what all of them would say. They'd kick your ass for stopping yourself from celebrating and getting wasted. They'd tell you that you need to try to forget even just for a day, and that drinking a whole ass bar is one way to do it. They would probably say some shit about honoring them by getting shitfaced.

"Okay," you say weakly.

The two men looks at you apprehensively.

"Are you sure, Y/N? We really wouldn't mind."

You nod. "It's fine. I'm sure it'll be fun."

"It will be!" Jungkook says excitedly. "I'll make sure it is."

And make sure, he does.

Eight pm rolls around and you're ready to head out with them. You don't want to risk them being seen with someone who'll just drag their image down so as much as it pains you, you actually do put effort in dressing up and looking presentable. Normally, you would just wear the most comfortable outfit. You can't risk that tonight, however. You're going out with people who has all eyes on them. Being associated with someone who looks remotely like a trash can would do nothing good for their image, although you know they could care less about that.

"Noona, you read...y?" You turn around in time to see Jungkook's Adam's apple bob in his throat. His eyes rakes your figure and you can't help the slight flush in your cheeks when you meet his intense gaze.

"Am I overdressed?" You try to joke, but it feels weak. He shakes his head, cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, noona ." He mutters under his breath, "too wonderful."

"What?"

He ignores that, giving you a blinding smile. "Shall we go?"

You feel baffled by his actions, but nod at him nonetheless. "Lemme just put on my shoes." You turn around and miss his eyes go wide when you bend over to slip on your pumps. He subtly adjusts himself through his pants and tears his eyes away from your ass before you can catch him staring. "Let's go?"

"Y-yeah." He clears his throat. "Hyungs are all waiting downstairs."

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask. You walk over to him and put your hand on his forehead, unaware of his inner turmoil at the skin contact.

He catches your hand, and you gasp at his intense stare. A few seconds pass and he squeezes your hand before letting go.

"I'm okay." He then smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's go?"

--

You've already lost track of how many drinks you've consumed tonight. The corner of the bar was the perfect place and you made a beeline for it straight away once you spot it, unaware of Namjoon's eyes that were trained on you the whole time. You know you probably should've stuck with the others but you know your presence wouldn't be missed that much, so you stay put. You just left when you had enough turning down unwanted attention. Seriously, can't they all get a fucking hint?

"There you are!"

You startle as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Jungkook stands there with a dopey smile. You assume he's on the way to being drunk now, but you really can't tell. "Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere."

Obviously not everywhere. "Sorry, Kookie. I was just at the bar."

His smile gets wider at the pet name. "Kookie?"

"Oh, I mean—"

"I like it." He takes your hand with a slight tug. "Come on, let's go find the others."

You let him lead you and weave through the throng of partygoers. You feel the warmth of his hand on yours and fixate on it. Too much, that you don't know where he's leading you until the sounds of music gets muffled and muted. There's a firm click and thud, and you're being pushed against the door. His lips are on yours before you can even comprehend what's happening.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you're kissing back. Weakly at first, you try to push him off you until he takes the hint.

His lips detach from yours and he pulls away, breathing heavily. His profile is illuminated by the purple light of the room, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest from catching his breath.

"What are we doing?" You ask him, eyes wide.

"Nothing you won't consent to."

You look at each other wordlessly. He steps back a little from you and removes his hands on your hips. You realize that he's giving you an out if you want to, but that you really don't want him to give you an out.

The last part scares you.

"I won't force you to anything you don't want to," he says gravelly. "You can always say no."

"What if I don't want to?" You mumble. "Say no, that is."

He looks confused for a moment. When it dawns on him, however, his lips pull into a slow devilish smirk. Goosebumps follow his fingers on your skin.

"Then we do whatever you want."

It's all a blur after that.

His lips find yours again, hands seeking the curve of your hips. He trails kisses on your cheeks down to your neck and chest, and sucks bruises that make you gasp out loud as your hands tangle in his silky hair. They don't slack grip as you guide him down right where you want his mouth and hands.

He takes you twice; first is when he pounds you from behind. Your hair is fisted in his hands as he pulls on it, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He thrusts deeper when you moan loud. "Stay quiet, noona," the honorific sounding sinful from his lips. You keen when he grinds his hips and hit that wonderful spot.

The second is with your legs wrapped around his waist, arms on his shoulder. You can feel the pulse of his cock inside you with every savage thrust, and it makes you forget what it is you're running from. Half-crescent scratches are etched on his shoulders as you grip him tightly when you come, his hips stuttering in rhythm as his own orgasm crashes through him when you tighten around him.

Once you both finally catch your breath, he puts you down gently and fixes the creases on your dress.

"I'm taking this home," he says and pockets your panties. You don't have it in you to protest. Instead, you settle on rolling your eyes at him with a placid smile.

"I think you fucked the sad out of me," you say as your breathing calms to normal. You run your fingers through his hair and he kisses your wrist. "Thank you, Kookie. Happy birthday."

He pulls you into a tender hug, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Love you, Y/N."

You don't respond, don't need to. You know he feels it with how you fix his appearance and ruffle his hair as you lead him out of the room, totally unaware of a set of eyes that follow you both on your way out.

[taliafilm]

Artist Statement

Hi my name is Talia and Im a Photographer who recently completed their first photography class. Within this course I got to experiment and test my creative abilities like I haven't before. Learning more about camera settings and manual shooting rather than the automatic shooting I regularly use. Practicing settings to fit the perfect tone and ideal image I want to make. I also got the chance to shoot with film for the very first time which was very exciting. Many of my friends know that I shoot on digital solely and edit my photos to mimic that of film photos. Hardening the highlights, softening the sharpness, and add grain was always my go to edit of my crystal clear digital photos. Shooting with film was a fairly easy process. I shot with a 35mm canon camera that was easy to focus and adjust levels. The only issue being that the film would not automatically rewind itself. I was left panicked and desperately trying to withhold myself from yanking the film from the camera manually. Instead I rushed back to the class and was instructed to yank it out in a dark room and hope for the best during processing. I was already pretty over it at that point but I wanted to continue never the less even if I was pessimistic I was going to have anything to reveal. There was a high chance the film could have been exposed and ruined already and there could have been nothing done to save it. Never the less I wanted to learn how to process and develop film so I could have the knowledge for future reference. So I went and developed the roll of possibly ruined photos and camera out with an almost perfect set of photos. Some blurry and others not positioned the best but at least visible! I went on to shoot more with film and shared it with some special people in my life. Aside from the film mishaps and victories, I learned a bit more about lightning. Experimenting with my friends, I used various lights and gel filters to see how I could express tone with the usage of lights and colored lights. The first time I attempted to experiment was in the basement of the fine arts building at UMKC. I grabbed some friends and rushed them down in the hot basement and realized we wouldn't have actual lights to use. Instead, I grabbed my laptop and searched "red screen" and turned it to full brightness and shined it at my friends. It was quite Trashy but I'll just refer to it as "DIY" and innovative. Some of the struggles I dealt with this semester within the course was motivation. For myself, photography is like binging and purging. It's something I will devote myself to for months on end and then refuse to pick up a camera for the equal amount of time. Im creatively driven and if I don't feel a spark I was to ignite I stay away from it entirely. This course had multiple assignments which required 100s of photos and quite a few hours to complete. I found myself struggling to keep up and to enjoy my work. I didn't want to do the assignment "just to do it" but I also didn't have time for my ideas or in general just ideas. So I found myself paralyzed between wanting to make the best work that expresses me the most, and just wanting to get the assignments done just to get the assignments done. Moral of the story, I should have just gotten the assignments done. There is art in everything and I have to continue to tell myself not everything I produce has to be perfect. For the images I produced, I was quite happy with them. I photographed a variety of my friends which is meaningful as well as my two cats cookie and waffles. I used some new editing techniques and found myself inspired for an upcoming film Im going to be producing and directing. These past few months had its struggles but I find that I got a lot out of this course and more experience within one of my passions. Photography is cool!

[brittlebonesguy]

alright time for season 9

oh boy another men v women season. the sexism isnt as upfront immediately like it was last time so thats nice. and that one guy who was like "thank god. its so much easier to trick men im so happy". and then going off about how men are evil and manipulative. damn who hurt you? rory's "walking like a bunch of ladies" i have my eye on you sir. taken reasonable breaks eliza? i have not even seen you near the shelter once. chris is such a man hater lol. i hope he keeps this up. actually if chad were to win its because it's not an idiot and not because of his prosthetic. first immunity challenge and once again these men just can't get through the balance beam. i dislike brady already. im sorry you guy's didn't appreciate chris's balance joke. cool now we're whipping out the "females" shit. why does jeff always do this? can we not talk about the women like they are a commodity? thank you for the bare minimum bubba, i appreciate it. thank god chris didn't go, i need some sort of lifeline.

i hate the intensity in JP's eyes. piercing into me, i fear they will haunt my sleep. and the way he talks? serial killer. and that guy was lying to JP about his....."good looks". sarge defending the ladies with their wni against rory, thank you sir. it's always an age divide, every season. the men did so much better this season than the last one. they only lost 2 challenges instead of 7 consecutive.

twyla is....a lot. "barbie's gone" i'll rip your face off, once i remember your name (is it sarge?). i have confirmed it is sarge and i rescind my earlier thank you. eliza....eliza please he said he had all the info he needed to know please stop talking. the way jp spelled rory.....oh no hes so stupid. (royry). thank god JP got voted off i wouldn't be able to stand him for too much longer. oh here we go with the "i just never got along with women" bullshit from twila. and her pushing back on very reasonable statements. really want her to go honestly. judging women for being "feminine" is just so low. yeah yeah we get it you're a tomboy *eye roll*. scout's on my shit list as well now with that "good luck with finding a husband who will put up with you" comment at mia. and now she's leaving? BOOOOOOO

it's about time the fatphobia came out john i was waiting for your shitty side to show. idk why the men always fall apart during puzzles. it's not that serious guys. now the real question men, could rory not figuring out the puzzle or did you guys not even let him try? now i don't like rory or brody (if that's his name)(edit: it wasn't it was brady) but i would love it if sarge left. i'm glad brady left though because i kept confusing him with that john guy. oh they ditched the men vs women pretty quick. idk it feels like a favoring for the guys by dropping it considering jeff was concerned that they were all playing an individual game so early on (as he said during tribal). just thinking....

twila is so irritating. not sure why ami thinks annoying the four women on her tribe will encourage them to continue with their 5 alliance. its just a coconut, i promise. oh bubba was stupid with that "chris think about the merge", hes for sure going home next. and him having to play the macho man and carrying the entire gate by him self. so far i'm really hating bubba, eliza, and twilia the most. and sarge when I can remember him. and bubba lying through his teeth about his "mouthing and hand signaling" like dude we all heard you said "chris think about the merge" out loud in front of everybody. yeah i also almost drowned as a kid bubba, i don't give a shit about the sob story and i swear if it works.... bye bubba i won't miss you!

sarge tripping over himself to assure us that he's better than women and he doesn't NEED them around camp he just LIKES them around camp....shut up. eliza is so useless its crazy. i hate twila's "those prisy girls didn't want to get their fingernails dirty" like fuck off, also the only one who didn't try was eliza. sarge what the hell is going on? i can't figure out his feelings towards twila but please keep them to yourself. honestly i'm glad lisa went. I'm so glad scouts gay! makes me like her more.

"I've been a threat since day 1" john they hate you what are you talking about? so happy yasur won immunity because I like this tribe right now. jokes on me I no longer like them. and I'm back at hating rory 🥰. I know if I went on survivor I too would have a temper but it really isn't fun to watch with him. unlike sandra <3. this might come back to bite me almost immediately but I'm liking twila more now. rory is officially annoying again and I hate his guts. and now ami is getting targeted because she wants the woman to stay together. 🙄 hope she wins! the men can all honestly fuck off. also is this the season of gaslighting or something? because why are we acting like Bubba didn't say all that merge shit at full volume? see I know ami is gonna go because she wants a woman's alliance too much and apparently people canr handle that. so sarge is allowed to rule over the men ans that's fine, we're allowed to pick off the women one by one and that's fine, but the moment it's reversed?

these men are so dramatic 🙄. rory with his "no one has endured more than me on this island" and "im the victim of a gender war right now" be fucking serious!!!!! and then chad and chris talking shit at the camp like twila and julie don't know they are at the end of the pecking order with both groups? they have a better shot eith the women than the men because NONE of the remaining 3 men are bringing a woman into final 2 obviously. they're such fucking children and I hope they all burn 🫶🏻 "it must be a woman thing" 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄hate you Chris and sarge! the men are so stupid. the woman are already considering sending eliza home but they're sitting here like "WE'VE got to convince them" why the FUCK is twila so content to be in 4thnplace amongst the men. THAT MEANS YOULL LOSE TWILA! like a number 4 spot isn't good why are we acting like it is??? you want 1st or 2nd in this game. okay sorry I jumped the gun on that, she did not in fact do that. oddly enough I actually do like twila and eliza and that's really it for this season. fuck off sarge! won't miss you.

love that chris is just jumping right into stirring the pot now that he's the only man left. TWO LESBIANS IN ONE SEASON?? this is such a win, love you scout and ami <3. I knew I liked ami outside of the game for a reason. so annoying that chris is acting like the wishy washy shit at the end of the game is a woman thing as if plans dont change all the time with EVERYONE in survivor. really happy eliza jumped ship because it's not fair that they kept trying to vite her out. eliza won the car....now she's completely lost her chance to win this game smh. but ami is still in the running! nvm :( she got voted off.

I'm getting real nervous that chris is gonna win this season. fuck OFF I really hate that chris voted off julie, I do. stupid move that somehow is still gonna work out for him. BOOO 🍅🍅 not loving this final three...... eliza please live through this tribal, you're my only hope. I'm swung back to twila is okay I guess? chris is burning so many bridges by voted out every woman who thought they had an alliance, dumb moves honestly. I just dont want chris go win because that man is so annoying. praying for your win twila! love how if the woman vote for twila it would be "out of spite", fuck off tool bag! and yeah the woman's alliance did in fact work asshole, do you see how many woman are in the jury? I can't stand this fucking guy. he talks like a politician 🙄🙄🙄 I just respect twila so much more honestly. sarge just.lying that he was gonna vote for twila? eliza.....why?

oh how I've missed this long winded unnecessary jeff getting back to America sequences bsjabaka. I hate that chris wins, I really really do fuck that guy.

5.9/10 season

[evernkillian]

HP Fanfiction Recs | Crossover Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(also I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. A star, shining like the sun by reincarnation_fan

T | 104k Words | HPxLotR | Ongoing

Summary: Dying and coming back to life for a second time should have been more surprising. Harry Potter merely sighed in exasperation and moved on.

Death at thirty was not something he was entirely happy with, but he had lived a lot longer than he could have hoped for at fifteen years old. Waking up after was annoying, but in such a chaotic situation he could only roll with it.

Having a wizard with a whisper of Destiny about him wondering about Harry's existence in this wild new world was bad enough, but to these people he was considered a child. Nope, he was not going to be staying with them.

Harry Potter had not been a child in a very long time; he would not start acting like one now.

OR

Harry Potter crashes into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield in Goblin Town, finds out he’s now an elf-child, coming back to life after death is a fact of elf-life, Music equals Magic, and dark lords are a universal constant whenever and wherever magic is involved.

I!!! LOVE THIS FIC SM!! I love the plot, the characterizations, the interactions everything pls I cradle this fic in my arms gently I THINK ABOUT IT EVERYDAY. Elfling!Harry, but there's a mystery about it and!!! I speculate about it sm. Also I love Harry sm??? He's independent, mature, yet he's very realistic and I love him sm have I said that yet. ALSO ALSO I love Harry's OP-ness. No, he's not the kind where everything gets solved because he's powerful and he wants to. He's special, yes, there's something extraordinary in him that every elf, man, hobbit, dwarves- ALL OF THEM sees, but like everyone he works for it- he hopes that what his doing is enough, he despairs, he regrets, he strives. Also I love his relationship with everyone??? FRIENDSHIP THE FLUFF PLS FOREHEAD TOUCHING. DO U. EVEN NEED MORE ENCOURAGEMENT IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS FIC. Also no favorite quote because every part about it is my favorite *finger guns*

2. Whispers in Corners by esama (@esamastation )

T | 22k Words | HPxSherlock Holmes | Harry / Mycroft | Complete

Summary: Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

I binged this fic for a day. It's really interesting. Like, true to a Sherlock crossover it has that air of mystery that u didn't even know was there until it's??? Revealed??? WHAT IN THE MAGIC IS THIS. THAT'S SO AWESOME. Also I like Harry's Character development so much. I cried with some parts of it. AND!! in the 'im in a new world' stuff there's - I won't say what it was but some parts of it are unique and when I think about it it makes sense and it's just so??? Awesome??? Also harry adopted animal companions at some point and I don't know why but I really like that (still!! Best girl Hedwig we won't forget u). Also I like his relationship with the other characters. It was so?? Realistic??? And nice??? Also his relationship with death I love that sm too ALSO the master of Death stuff has some development here and I was sobbing crying crawling on the floor I love that sm too. Also my favorite quote!!! (That isn't spoiler-y)

The Deathly Hallows hadn't been willing to be left behind by their Master, and they hadn't allowed themselves to be abandoned since.

3. “Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, and… Harry.” by Severitus812 (@severitus812 )

No Archive Warnings Apply | 20k Words | Twilight, Wednesday, Marvel, HP | Complete

Summary: 'Tis the season to be crazy, fa la la la la.

'Tis the season for a narcissistic crossover, fa la la la la.

Or: What happens if five very different Harry Potters were transported by the magic of crack Christmas and got to spend the afternoon together?

Okay. So, this one is kinda different. It's an AU of Au's. So different Harry Potters meets right? And those different Harry Potter's came from fics that the author has written. Don't worry! Even if u haven't read them it's okay to read this one. Actually, I recommend reading this first because it'll make u more curious (only if u don't mind spoilers ofc). Anyway I LOVE IT!! just different Harry's that I love talking together, bonding over things, talking things through. Giving each other advice. It was a rollercoaster. I cried I laughed I went through cycles of emotions reading this. Also it's??? Kinda??? Cathartic??? Favorite Quote!:

“Brill,” Scarred-Harry drawled. He moved closer to the group and leaned against the wall beside American-Harry. He looked at blue haired-Harry with blatant interest.

“What for?”

Blue haired-Harry didn’t seem inclined to answer, so Wednesday did it for him.

“Harry was convicted of murder,” she said, sounding rather pleased really. “He’s talented in the art of death.”

Scarred-Harry definitely looked too interested at that.

“Really?” he asked, eyeing blue haired-Harry with a new light. “What’s your count?”

4. The Mage of Manhattan by TemporalWarlock

M | 92k Words | HPxMarvel | Harry / Peter | Ongoing

Summary: What would happen if Harry appeared into the MCU at the age of 11, just after the Battle of Manhattan? Well, maybe this.

This is a series! Anyway this fic is funny too! It balances the humor and serious vibe- it's awesome! Also Harry learns the Marvel Magic and!!! I love it!!. Just Magical Objects displaying sentience too that was awesome. IronDad!!! Harry really fits well with the Marvel Universe. In this, he's just a displaced extraordinary person who became a hero and I adore that. Sadly no favorite quotes cause I lost my highlights of this fic :(

5. The Worst Buddy Cop Team of All Time by galatea_and_acis

G | 3k Words | HPxMarvel | Harry / Draco | Complete

Summary: Auror Potter and Auror Malfoy are tasked to bring in Loki. Except they can't stand each other. Who’s idea was this, again?

"Loki also happened to be two metro stations away from their landing spot, which meant he’d have to take the metro. With Malfoy."

This!!! Just Harry and Draco chasing Loki while he's on a jet or something. Also just typical Draco things™ like complaining about muggles, transportation etc it was really funnyyyy. Also!! Harry's awesome flying skills™. Honorary mention to "Tim Roddle", Loki's Midgardian Wizard Penpal. Also!! Can't forget this.

“You are the sorcerers that tried to fight my brother, yes?” Thor butted in. “Stark showed me your spells on the videotape, young man –” he said, looking at Draco. “Young man!” Draco said, aghast. “Such subtle and powerful weaving of spells – very impressive – I did not know Midgard had advanced so far – although my brother spoke fondly of his letter correspondence with a Wizard from Midgard, Tim Roddle.” Harry began laughing.

[andraxicated]

Asking jjk men to do a trend/thirst trap

Pairings: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna x f!reader

Tags: suggestive | established relationship | profanities

a/n: this trend

Gojo

"Of course! But I'm too busy for this week, I'll do it when I have time <3" Gojo texts you back to your request of him doing that trend you found. Having no courage to ask him this personally, you resort to texting him to save face in case he refuses. But honestly, Gojo would never refuse a request from you especially if it includes boosting his ego. He does what you say without questioning it because he's that confident.

Actually jealous of the 'blueprint' you sent him and rolls his eyes when he sees the editing skills of the guy. Gojo claims to be better than that and spends his time studying how to edit.

Because of him being busy in sorcerer work; he just sends you the video he made with a wink emoji and an attachment message: "ya got what you asked for?". You smile at his cocky attitude and play the video he sent you.

"Oh fuck-" You squeal, letting out a silent scream because your rationality is crumbling down as you see your boyfriend doing the trend; exceeding your expectations. Your colleagues look over to you but they soon get back to typing on computers.

Three different panels moving around: one with his usual work outfit, black shirt without the blindfold, and whatthefuck another where he's naked?? You see a peek of his other limb

"I-Im gonna kill him. This is so not safe for work." You cover your mouth from screaming, back hunched as you take in the full glory of your boyfriend who's awaiting your reply.

Satoru: " You okay? You didn't pass out?🤒"

Toji

"No. You always see me anyway what's the point?" Toji immediately shuts down your request as you roll around the bed, throwing a tantrum, pleading to him with whines and groans. Toji has always been a very tough nut to crack. He won't simply ask what you want him to do, so he just needs a little push to make him bend to your will.

"You're really not gonna do it?" You ask with a challenging lilt as Toji clicks his tongue. He has known you long enough that he already expected what you were gonna do.

"No." "Okay, I'll just keep looking at these guys, they're much hotter anyway." At hearing this, Toji snatches your phone with a growl and goes out of the bed exiting the room.

"I don't know how to edit shit so don't expect a good result." He grumbles and glares at you while you clap and scream as he shuts the other room's door at your face.

A few hours later, on Toji's lap, you watch the video as he takes some peeks at your face to know your reaction. He's lowkey nervous and embarrassed because this is so not him.

Your jaw drops so hard at the effortless charm your husband displays with his grey sweatpants get-up. Toji's smirks and smiles throughout the video make your whole body tremble.

"Toji, you don't even need to edit!" You say to him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pepper kisses along his face and neck.

"Are you happy now?" He asks you like a child who got their wishes and you nod happily. "I'm gatekeeping you" You whisper playfully while his hands rest on your ass.

"damn right"

Nanami

You always respected Nanami's boundaries in fear of him getting uncomfortable with your actions and in return he respected yours. Asking him to do this internet crap would probably cross the line and be the doom of your relationship.

"No" A hard no from Nanami that made you feel so small and uneasy. He looks over at you, checking your reaction and feeling bad because he refused.

Coming home from work one night, you exchange your shoes for the house slippers and confusingly entered the dim house. It's your boyfriend's day off today but the house seemed empty, save for the bright little kitchen bulbs.

"Nanami?" Worry was beginning to take over you as you continue to whisper his name, walking the hallways. Shaking hands grip the doorknob as you press your ear closer to the wooden door.

"ahhhhhhhhhh cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody"

A snort comes out of your mouth and the corners of your mouth automatically turn up as the song continues. The feminine urge to just barge into the room and scream "caught in 4k!" is so strong but if you probably do that, you won't ever see the video he's currently making.

You wait in the kitchen, scrolling at your phone, messaging friends about how lucky you are in your relationship and, receiving some bitter but friendly replies from them. Nanami then comes out of your room with a loose necktie, face with an expression you've never seen from him.

"hi" You wave over at him mockingly.

"hi"

You perch your head on your hands, elbows rested on the counter; sending Nanami a gaze that both of you knew.

"So when are you gonna show me the video?"

Sukuna

"Are you kidding me?" Sukuna asks with a menacing tone that's supposed to scare the wits out of you but years of being with him made you immune. You shook your head and show him the example video of the guy. Sukuna glares at the phone as if it's his worse enemy to encounter yet.

"I want you to that."

"Who are you to order me around? And babe..." He sighs, massaging his forehead, jaw tense at your stubbornness that's egging him on. Yeah, really who are you to order him around?

You laugh at him causing Sukuna to stop massaging his temples and look at your smiley face. "It's okay, I was just joking around." You kiss his cheek and bury yourself in his warm arms, hoping to forget the awkward atmosphere.

Well, Sukuna definitely knew you weren't joking. He keeps looking at himself doing the trend, one click away from sending you the video but he can't seem to do so. He lays on the bed facing the ceiling, upper body bare, lower half only with dark blue jeans that you said he looked sexy in.

He laughs at the memory that made his heart swell with the overwhelming love he had for you.

"This girl makes me do shit I don't do."

He gets back up and sends you the video, burning holes through his phone until he threw it beside him on the bed.

"She'll like it, she always did." He internally comforts himself.

[afro-hispwriter]

Stupid Photoshop(Will Poulter)

Summary- Will returns from his trip in Ibiza and edited pictures of him and Florence causes you to think on your relationship 

Warnings- language, pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, insecurities,

*No hate to Florence obviously*

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Will went out on a trip with some of his cast mates of 'Midsommar'. And due to your situation of having a baby in your belly and being to far along to fly anymore, you stayed behind. Will wanted to stay with you just encase anything happened but you reassured him everything would be ok. 

But everything wasn't okay

It started off with just some pictures being posted from the cast mates until a few pictures popped up. It was of Florence and Will, a few of them getting drinks and laughing and the one that made your heart clench. 

Wills face clearly resting on Florences chest.

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone to the side. Anger surged through your body but it was then replaced with sadness. The baby must have sensed your emotions because he/she started kicking wildly. You placed a hand on your belly and slowly tears made their way down your face. A sob broke through your lips and your body stared to shake. 

Your pitbull, Bells, hopped up next to you and licked at your hand. You broke down crying and slowly laid down on your side on the couch. Bells cuddled up on your back and rested his head on your waist. 

-

You must've fallen asleep from all the crying because the morning sun blinded you. You sat up and Bells hopped down and stretched. You let him outside and grabbed your phone, it was almost dead but you saw all the missed calls and messages from Will.

10:43 p.m

Hey darling how was your day?

You and the baby good?

11:34 p.m

1 missed call 

I think you're sleeping so I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you both and Bells❤️

9:21 a.m

1 missed call

Good morning Love im kinda bored down here after yesterday and I really miss you so I moved my flight to tomorrow. Call me when you wake up😘

It was 10 a.m now and while you read through the messages you fought to roll your eyes. Bells scratched at the door and you opened it before making your way to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. It was another few minutes before you heard your phone ring. You looked to see Wills name and picture pop up. You contemplated not picking up but you knew that he saw the read receipts from the messages. You clicked the answer button and sighed.

"Love! I started getting worried." He says and you heard him release a breath. "How are you?" 

"Fine." You say bluntly and he stays silent. On the other end his eyebrows furrowed. Now he knew your hormones were all over the place, you could go from wanting to jump his bones to absolutely hating him.

"You ok love?" 

"Amazing." 

"D-Did I do something?" You rolled your eyes at that.

"I don't know did you, why don't you ask Florence." With that you hung up and left a very confused Will. He tried to call again but the call was declined immediately. 

10:03 a.m

Ask Florence what?

Did she say something to you? Do you need me to talk to her love?

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Will frowned deeply before huffing and tugging his hair. If he couldn't get you to tell him he'll just ask Florence himself and he did. But she hasn't even spoken to you in a long time, probably since the premiere of 'Midsommor' and that was 3 years ago. Will decided to change his flight again to the next one out. 

If you weren't going to tell him over the phone he'll just go to you. 

-

You were trying to fall asleep, dreading that Will was coming back the next day but also happy. Mayne you were overreacting and nothing happened. But then again what if something did. What if he doesn't love you anymore? What if he doesn't like how big you are now? What if you don't satisfy him anymore and needed someone else? 

Your thoughts were so loud you didn't even hear the front door open and Bells nails against the floor or your name being called out. The bedroom door slightly opened and you looked back. Will came through the door with a big smile.

"Hey darling." He said but immediately frowned once you turned around and said nothing. "I came back as soon as possible, you didn't sound ok." No answer. Will sighed and dropped his stuff. He took his clothes and shoes off and slid in beside you. He pushed his bare chest against your back and wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and let him kiss your temple, before pushing his arms away and sitting up.

"Will, whats going on between you and Florence?" You ask him and you hear him pull the sheets off of himself. 

"Nothing, why?" Your shoulders slump and you reached out to grab your phone. You find the pictures and hand him the phone. Will examined the picture and rubbed his face, he then looked at you and scooted towards you.

"This picture is photoshopped my love." He said. "My head was no where near her chest that day." 

"You seem pretty cosy in the other picture." Will swipes through the rest of the pictures. 

"Ya, I see why you would think that." He says and set the phone to the side. He scooted closer to you and kissed your neck. "Love you know id never cheat on you." He tilted your chin tot he side and thats when a few tears began sliding down your cheeks.

"I-Im sorry, I overreacted, its just." You paused and turned around.

"Talk to me." Will wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight. You slid in between his legs and turned sideways. 

"I didn't think you wanted me anymore, ever since I got bigger and moodier, just thought you wanted someone who could satisfy you." You felt Will kiss the top of your head. 

"Don't say you don't satisfy me, you do more than satisfy me love. You make me so happy, I couldn't imagine a life without you and I cant wait for our little one to be here." Will placed a hand on you swelling belly and smiled at the feel of a little kick push against his hand. "I wouldn't want to marry anyone else." Your eyes widened at those words.

"What? You want to marry me?" You ask and he chuckled and you move off of him.

"Of course, why wouldn't I, I mean we've been dating for years and now we're having a baby, there is no reason not to be married.” Will stood up and walked to the dresser and opened his sock drawer. He dug around and pulled out a black box and walked back. When you saw the small box in his hands you raised your hands to your face.

“Will?” 

“I was going to wait until the baby was here but I’ll just do it now.” He slowly got down on one knee in front of you and grabbed your hand. “Y/n L/n will you marry me?” You nodded immediately and he smashed his lips against yours. He lifted himself up and pushed you down on the bed and climbed up next to you. He took the ring out of its box and held up your left hand to slide it on. 

You admired the ring and smiled at him. 

“I love it, its so beautiful.” He kissed your head

“Not as beautiful as you.”

-

a/n- the size kink is coming

[mackenzielovee]

my girl (part 2) - rafe cameron

a/n: im nervous as hell to post this. I even edited it ;) I really hope i did it justice. I added a lot of fluff so hope you enjoy (not my gif)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you on a trip, and somehow manages to find trouble along the way.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, fighting (blood, punching, hitting), and soft boy ! rafe

Word Count: 6.9k+

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Rafe's giggle is what wakes you up in the morning. The two of you had spent the night at your house last night - well, Rafe snuck in the window at midnight. Your parents didn't love when Rafe sleeps over, but Rafe claims he has too much trouble sleeping without you to even bother trying.

You roll over and find your cheeky boyfriend staring at his phone, a big grin on his face. He doesn't notice you move at first, your voice is what brings him out of his trance.

"There better not be a girl on that screen," you mutter.

His eyes shoot down to you and his grin only widens. He angles his phone so you can't see it at all, which makes you groan. He laughs lightly and leans down, giving you a quick kiss.

"There is," he informs you, "And she's hot as fuck."

You groan again and push him away from you, denying him of any more kisses. If he's gonna look at girls on his phone, you're just gonna go take a shower. You roll away from him and attempt to get up, but you feel the bed shift and then his arms around you, pulling you back down.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks you, "I didn't even show you the picture yet."

"I don't wanna see some picture of a supermodel, Rafe, just send it to Topper or something," you say, trying to pull out of his grasp.

He's too strong for you, keeping you hostage in his arms. He laughs at your remark about sending it to Topper.

"I don't think Topper wants this one," he laughs.

You finally give up trying to escape, and you just lay there, huffing and puffing. Rafe looks down at you, grinning like an idiot as you pout. It doesn't truly upset you that he looks, you know every guy does it. But the fact that he's so open about it bugs you a bit.

"Just show me, then," you mumble.

"Baby," Rafe says, "I have to warn you. She's, like, super hot. Okay?"

"Oh, my god, Rafe!" you groan. He slaps his hand over your mouth and tells you to 'shh'. You laugh against his hand, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, here," he shoves his phone over to you.

At first, you don't want to look, but when you see a picture of you, in bed, asleep, with your mouth part way open, you grin.

"What the hell is this?" you grab his phone, staring at the unflattering photo of yourself.

"Your new contact picture," Rafe grins.

"Ew, no, Rafe," you shake your head. You try to delete the photo, but Rafe is too quick for you, jumping on top of you and grabbing his phone out of your hand.

"Don't you dare!" he shouts, locking it and throwing it on the floor so you can't reach it.

"That's a terrible picture!" you yell at him.

Jokingly, you try to reach down on the floor for his phone, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back up, then lays all his body weight on you. His head finds its way to your chest, immediately making you relax.

"So," he speaks, his voice softer, "Excited or nervous for our trip?"

You think for a moment about what the two of you have planned. You were supposed to go on a college tour with your parents today, but when they cancelled last minute due to an event with your little brother, Rafe offered to go with you instead. Your parents want you to look at the University of South Carolina to learn all about your options. You, however, know you most likely won't end up there because it's a ways away from Rafe.

"Both," you admit, "I'm more excited to go to Chapel Hill next month."

He nods his head. He's been trying to get better with accepting you will be attending school, and you've made him feel better by promising to share your bed with him and let him keep clothes at your dorm. That had made him happy.

You both lay in silence for a while, your hand absentmindedly stroking through Rafe's hair. This is his heaven. Just being alone with you and laying with you is completely enough for him.

"Hungry?" you ask him after a bit, afraid he's fallen asleep again.

"Hmm," he hums out, and you can tell he's too relaxed to care about anything else.

Your stomach growls and he hears it, which makes him smile. He brings his hand up to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up, then brings his head down and leaves a kiss on your belly button.

"Rafe," you warn him, telling him you're not having sex with him right now.

"What, baby?" he asks innocently, smirking up at you.

He kisses your stomach again, then starts leaving more and more all around your exposed skin. You can feel it start to get to you so you sit up, spoiling his fun.

"Let's go eat," you say, your voice slightly frazzled. Rafe smirks, knowing he got to you.

"Right. Sex later," he states. You laugh, only because he speaks so matter-of-factly, and then pull him out of bed with you.

"You have to get dressed," you throw his shirt at him, "If you want them to believe you snuck in early this morning."

Rafe groans, but does as told. He throws his shirt on and then slides into some sweatpants, then takes your hand and allows you to lead him downstairs. To your surprise, your dad is in the kitchen. You hope he won't even question why Rafe is over at nine in the morning, since the two of you are leaving for USC soon.

"Morning, Dad," you smile as you lead Rafe into the kitchen.

Rafe gives your dad a nod and a shy smile. Ever since your dad had his back with the generators, Rafe has been trying harder to make sure he's on your dad's good side. He's been trying to follow the rules they've set with you, but sleeping with you at night is not negotiable to him. He needs you in order to get a good night's sleep.

"Morning, you two," your dad smiles, "Sleep well, honey?"

You nod a quick response to him, then open up the fridge and start handing Rafe eggs. Hoping your dad will get the hint and leave, you're both surprised when your dad pats Rafe on the back.

"What about you, Rafe?"

You turn, looking at the expression Rafe holds. He looks scared, but quickly tries to wipe it away as he gives your dad a smile.

"What about me, sir?"

You watch your dad grin, and you know he knows. Rafe hasn't caught on yet, or at least is playing dumb with your dad, because his expression does not change.

"You sleep well, son?"

Rafe nods, not sure of the game here but also not really wanting to play. Your dad is full on grinning now, and he pats Rafe on the back again.

"Good. I'm glad. I, however, did not. Some kid was sneaking into my daughter's bedroom in the middle of the night and kicked my bedroom window while he was climbing the tree."

Rafe's expression turns scared now, as you two have never actually been confronted by your dad before.

"Sir, I'm so-"

Your dad interrupts your boyfriend by shaking his head and laughing.

"Use the front door next time, okay? It's what it's there for."

Your dad grabs his coffee mug off the kitchen counter and exits the room, proud of himself. He knows he got his point across without being a dick, which makes him happy because he really does like Rafe.

"Fuck, baby," Rafe whispers to you the second your dad is gone.

You start to laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth because you know Rafe is feeling very embarrassed right now. He reaches out and grabs onto you, tickling your sides as you laugh at him. You try not to scream at him to stop, because you know you two are already on thin ice with your dad.

"We got in trouble," you sing to him, "Well, mainly you."

Rafe pinches your side, making you fall back against him. He grabs onto you and holds you up, but you continue to squirm to get away so he won't pinch you again.

"You better stop laughing at me," he whispers in your ear.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying your best to suppress your giggles.

He spins you around to face him, then in one fluid motion, picks you up and places you on the counter in front of him. He's so fast that it scares you, and you cling onto him long after he's set you down.

"It's not my fault that I can't sleep without you," he tells you, his voice low. He buries his face in your neck and kisses you there, then up behind your ear, then back down again.

"Hmm, are you blaming me?" you ask, setting one hand on his back and another on his neck, bringing your hand up into his hair.

"Oh, yes," he mumbles against your skin, "It's completely your fault I can't get enough of you."

You laugh now, but his movements feel so good. He puts one hand underneath your shirt, which makes you reach down and stop him.

"Baby, we can't do this in here," you warn him.

"Right," he agrees, but does not move back or take his hands off of you whatsoever, "Let's skip breakfast. There's something else I would like to eat."

You gasp at his words, then giggle. He reaches around and grabs your butt, then picks you up off the counter. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he does this. He keeps one hand on your ass and another around your back as he starts toward the stairs, keeping his lips on any part of your body he can reach.

"Don't drop me," you tell him as he starts up the stairs.

He removes his lips from your cheek and looks at you, an expression you've never seen before.

"Have I ever?"

You shake your head at him, and then smile. He grins and then continues his work with his mouth, still working his way up the stairs and into your bedroom.

You and Rafe get out of bed after a while and take a shower together in your bathroom. He messes with you by turning the water cold every time you look away from him, which makes you shriek every time. He always laughs and wraps his warm body around you to shield you until the water get hot again, which is honestly why he does it. You two had planned to leave the island at eleven, but with Rafe's shenanigans and the lengthy shower the two of you took, it's nearly one when you two finally hop in Rafe's truck.

You two planned just to make the drive today, and then tomorrow you would go look at the school. The drive takes about eight hours, and you offered to pay Rafe gas money, but he politely told you hell no.

The entire drive, Rafe keeps one hand on your leg. Or in your hand. Or anywhere on your body he really pleases. You don't mind one single bit. He talks to you more about the school, and makes you promise that if you fall in love with it, that you'll go and won't let him be the one that holds you back.

And you feel so grateful to be with him when he says that. You know a lot of girls who follow their boyfriends to college, or girls whose boyfriends become freaks when they go off to a different school. You know Rafe would never be like those guys, which is why you're confident that you'll make the right decision for yourself.

The drive goes by fairly quickly, at least for you, because you fall asleep for about three hours. Rafe turns the radio off when you fall asleep so it won't wake you up, but he still lets his hand stroke up and down your leg gently. He laughs at the idea of taking another picture of you while you're asleep, and ends up snapping one quickly. This time, however, he decides not to tell you about it. He doesn't want you deleting them from his phone when he's not looking.

"Baby," he whispers once you arrive, "Baby girl. Wake up."

You open your eyes and feel his hand on your leg, then take note of where you are. It's dark out and the truck is parked in the lot of your hotel. You look over and see your boyfriend, a soft and gentle expression on his face.

"Hey," he greets you, his voice quiet.

"Shit," you swear, "Sorry. We're here?"

He laughs lightly and nods his head, "I'll go check us in, then we'll get something to eat."

You mumble out an 'okay', wiping the sleep from your eyes. Rafe left his phone in the truck, so you smirk and grab it, unlocking it and holding it down in case he looks to you through the window. You open up his photos, determined to change your contact picture back to what it was before, when you see the most recent one of you asleep in the passenger seat. He had taken it two hours ago. You laugh and shake your head, but don't delete either picture because you know Rafe loves them.

You change your contact picture back, then shove his phone back in the console as you see him walking back out to the truck.

"All right, come on," he says as he pulls open the door for you, holding out his hand to help you hop out.

He leads you around to the back of the truck and removes both of your bags, carrying them in one hand and your hand in the other. He allows you to walk through the front door of the hotel first, not letting go of your hand as he does so. He then leads you down through the lobby and then down a few hallways, finally stopping as you reach your room. He opens the door up and holds it open for you to enter first, then follows behind and closes it.

"Nice place," you observe, looking at the king size bed and the up-to-date bathroom.

"Yeah, it is," Rafe agrees, "Bed's gonna be my favorite part."

You smirk at him as he comes to stand in front of you, bringing one hand up to your face and pulling your hair away. He leans down and gives you a kiss, then another, then another.

"Can we cuddle a bit before we go eat?" Rafe asks you, and even though it's already nine o'clock, you nod.

He grins at you and drags you back on the bed with him, pushing the covers back and pulling them over the two of you. He presses you into him, wrapping both of his arms around you and keeping you close. It's not long before he sinks down and puts his head on your chest, wanting you to play with his hair like you always do. You do as he wishes, rubbing one hand on his upper back and another through his hair. He hums happily, so pleased to be here with you.

"Is this what it will be like when I come to visit you?" he asks quietly, leaving a little kiss on your chest.

"Absolutely," you tell him.

You're doing your best to settle every little bit of anxiety Rafe has about you leaving. You want him to be completely confident that you love him and want to be with him, regardless of whether or not you're a mile away.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles when you start to scratch his back, "I am so in love with you."

You smile widely and reach down, grabbing his hand. You bring it up and leave a kiss on his knuckles.

"I love you right back," you tell him, feeling him smile against your chest.

You continue scratching Rafe's back, smiling contently every time he hums with satisfaction. After a while, he stops humming, and you're afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Baby," you speak lightly, "You still with me?"

"Always," he mumbles back, but you can tell he's fading.

You lean down and kiss the top of his head, stroking his hair again.

"Why don't we go eat, and then we can come back and continue."

Rafe groans, not wanting to eat, but knowing you need to. He should as well, since you two haven't eaten since you stopped for a quick bite on the road.

"Okay," he grumbles, sitting up and giving you a kiss, "Let me change my shirt."

He's in some random OBX t-shirt, and you aren't sure why he wants to change, but when you picture him in your favorite long sleeve dress shirt, you almost start to drool.

"Let me pick it out!" you jump up, scaring Rafe at your excitement.

"Okay, babe," he laughs at you, pointing to his bag.

You're not even sure he brought that shirt, in fact, he probably didn't, but you'll still get to pick out what he wears. And given the amount of times Rafe has done that to you, you think it's your turn now.

You open up his duffle bag and start looking through the clothes he packed, your eyes finally settling on the shirt you had imagined. It's a long sleeve blue button down with black stripes going horizontally and vertically that make little squares. You love Rafe in this shirt, but you also love the memory that goes with it. Rafe wore this the first time he ever told you he loved you.

"I knew you'd pick that one," he grins at you when he sees you holding it, "I brought it because you love it."

You look over at him and give him the puppy dog eyes, swearing you could cry. This sweet boy is all yours, and you couldn't help but feel insanely lucky as your heart swells. You don't speak, nothing you can say will express how he makes you feel, so you hold it out as you walk over to him. He takes off his shirt as he watches you, then takes the shirt from your hand once you're close enough.

"So handsome," you tell him as you watch him button it up.

"Thank you, baby," he smiles at you.

Once his shirt is buttoned, he grabs your hand and pulls you out the door. You both realize once you get to the truck that it's super late and most restaurants are probably closed by now. Rafe asks you if you want to go to the first place you find, which you agree to.

He drives to the area in town where most of the students go, places he knows will still be open. You both spy a place that looks like a bar and grill, so Rafe pulls in and parks the car. He rushes around the truck and opens the door, taking your hand and leading you inside once he locks the truck.

You enter the restaurant and look around. It's more crowded than you expected, but neither of you really mind. Rafe sets his hand on your back and leads you over to a table. You keep your head down while Rafe looks around, observing everything. He pulls your chair out for you and pushes you in, and as he's walking around to his seat, he stops.

"For fuck's sake," he mutters.

You look up at him, confused, and follow his eyes across the restaurant, over to the bar. At first, you don't see anything out of the ordinary. You start to speak, and then you see the boy. Will. The guy from the fateful dinner that ultimately helped Rafe and your father bond. It wasn't a night you loved to remember, but it had its moments. You had completely forgotten that he attends USC, but you never would've dreamed you guys would run into him.

"Honey," you say gently, reaching out and setting your hand on Rafe's arm, "Relax, okay? Just sit down."

Rafe stares at Will for another few seconds, then looks down at your little hand on his arm and obeys you. You don't even bother glancing at Will, because you don't need to. He would be the stupidest guy in the world to come over here after what Rafe almost did to him at dinner.

You watch as your boyfriend sits, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to breathe through his anger. You reach out and grab his hand off of his face, holding it in your own and giving him a gentle smile to comfort him.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" you ask him softly.

He shakes his head, "No. No, baby, it's fine. Let's just eat and get out of here, yeah?"

You nod and hand him a menu, but keep your hand in his. He's squeezing it, so you know he doesn't want you to let go. You waiter comes over to collect your drink order. You order a water and assume Rafe will get the same, but he orders alcohol instead. He doesn't even flinch when he shows the waiter his fake ID.

"Thanks, man," Rafe mutters to the waiter as he walks away. You take a deep breath, mad that your evening with him has been ruined by some asshole at the bar.

"So," you start, not addressing Rafe's drink, "You got much going on with your dad this week?"

Rafe shrugs, staring down at the table like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

When he doesn't speak, you sigh and reach out, taking both of his hands in yours this time.

"Rafe," you start, watching him look up at you, "Please don't get like this, okay? Just let it go. I want to have fun with you."

Rafe sighs and nods his head, then brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, the same way you had to him in the hotel room.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I bet half those guys at the bar are assholes anyway. Consider it forgotten."

He gives you a cheesy smile just to prove he's not going to think about it anymore, which makes you smile back. He starts chatting with you about what his dad has him working on, and confides in you about how he really just wants to do well for him. The waiter brings Rafe's drink from the bar, which he barely touches as you sit. The food comes out and Rafe continues to steal off of your plate, using the defense that you never finish your food anyway. You pretend to be mad at him but truthfully, you couldn't be happier. And you're thankful that his glass sits full on the table, because Rafe never has just one drink.

Rafe throws his napkin down on his plate as he finishes, then reaches out and opens his hand on the table, signaling that he wants yours. You give it to him and watch as his large hand closes around your small one.

"You know," he tells you, a smirk on his face, "I can't wait to put a fatass fucking diamond on this finger."

His thumb grazes over your ring finger on your left hand, making butterflies erupt all in your stomach. You two had discussed marriage only as an option for way down the line, but the way he looks at you now, you almost wonder if he's thinking differently.

"Marriage already?"

Your eyes close at the voice, because unfortunately, you already know who is belongs to. He's standing behind Rafe, and you're not quite sure how you hadn't seen him, but he looks drunk as can be. You look to Rafe now, who's expression has hardened.

"Rafe-" you say quietly, groaning as he ignores you and lets go of your hand, then stands up.

"Excuse me?" Rafe turns around to look at Will. You can tell by how tense he is that he doesn't need to be pushed very far.

"Just saying, dude," Will laughs, then stumbles a bit to the side, "She's gonna meet a lot of guys in college. You know, guys who want to make their own living."

You stand when Will finishes his sentence, stepping over beside Rafe and wrapping both your arms around one of his. You're hoping if you hold onto him enough, he won't risk hurting you by punching the shit out of Will. Not that he doesn't deserve it. Will glances over at you, which Rafe objects to right away.

"Don't fucking look at her," Rafe snaps, "You really don't want to go there with me."

Will takes one step forward, smirking, "You have no idea what I want, dick."

"You know, I really recommend you move five feet back," Rafe warns him. His arm is tense in your grip, almost like he doesn't care if you're there or not.

"Or what, tough guy?" Will asks, stumbling forward, closer to the two of you.

Rafe scoffs, then turns to you and grabs your shoulders, pushing you off of him and trying to move you away.

"Rafe, please, don't," you say. He won't look at you, he just wants you far enough away that you can't get caught between them.

"Rafe," you repeat, reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him down to meet your eyes, "You're better than him. Let's just leave, all right?"

"Baby, just let me-"

"No," your voice is stern, "I mean it, Rafe. You hit him, and we're going home."

As angry as he is, he doesn't want to ruin your whole college trip by punching some douchebag in the face. He takes note of the look in your eyes, how serious you are, and nods slowly.

"What? That's it?" Will laughs, and Rafe tightens his grip on your shoulders.

"I'm going to settle the bill," Rafe tells you.

You nod as he removes his hands from you, stepping back over to the table and throwing some bills down on it. You pretend not to notice as he grabs his drink from earlier and downs it. He wipes his mouth, ignoring Will, who calls him a pussy. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then steps back over to you and grabs onto the back of your neck, possessively leading you out of the restaurant.

"Get in the truck," he demands, holding the door open for you.

"Rafe-" you try, but he cuts you off.

"Get in the damn truck, Y/N."

You nod your head slowly and do as you're told, flinching when he slams the door behind you.

He doesn't speak on the ride back to the hotel and neither do you. You want to tell him you love him and you're proud of him and you appreciate what he had done back there, but you don't. You don't question him when he pulls into the parking lot of the first liquor store he sees, and you don't say a word when he gets back into the truck with a brown bag in his hand. He puts the bag in the center console and closes it, then continues with the drive.

When you get back to the hotel, he grabs the bag from the console and then hops out, hurrying around to your side to get you from the truck. He holds out his free hand for you, and thankfully, he doesn't let go once you're out. He leads you into the building and to your room, holding the door open for you. You thank him quietly, but he does not respond.

Once you're back in the room, Rafe sits down on the bed and puts his head in his hands. You step over to your bag and pull out a change of clothes, which just so happens to be Rafe's shirt and shorts. Silently, you step into the bathroom and change, taking a moment before you go back out.

Rafe is sitting on the bed with a bottle in his hand, of what you're not sure. He presses it up to his lips and takes a long sip, then makes a face as it goes down.

"Rafe," you speak, your voice uneven. You step to him as he looks up at you, eyes softening as he sees you in his shirt.

He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, and before he can even invite you, you wiggle your way into his lap, straddling him, throwing your arms around his back. He grabs onto you just as tight, one hand around your back and another on your butt. You hug him for a while, bringing one hand up to stroke the back of his neck and soothe him. You hear his breathing start to slow, telling you he's calming down.

After a bit, you pull yourself back to look at him. You stare into his eyes and rub your hands over his cheeks, just absolutely taking him all in. You give him a small kiss, a gentle one, but it's enough that you can taste the alcohol on his lips. You pull away after a second and look at him again.

"You understand that none of what he said is true, right?" you ask.

Rafe nods, but you can tell by his expression that he's not completely convinced.

"Rafe," you whisper, watching as his eyes well up and he looks away from you, "Baby. Please tell me you understand that."

Rafe looks down at your lap, at your legs on top of his, and you feel a tear hit your skin. You pull his chin up immediately and make him look at you. He tries to pull away, so you grab the sides of his face and hold him still.

"What if he's right, baby? What if you go off to fucking USC and you meet some guy who's actually in school and going somewhere and you decide I'm not what you want anymore?"

You shake your head immediately, your heart aching at the sight of how upset he is over this.

"That's not going to happen, honey. I love you. I want to be with you. And you're going to be visiting me so much that I won't even have time to meet other guys," you smile.

Rafe shakes his head, sniffling loudly and keeping his emotions in.

"That's not fair," he says quickly, "That wouldn't be fair of me. You deserve to be able to go out and meet other people."

"I'm not saying I won't do that, Rafe," your thumb brushes the line on his face where his tear had fallen, "I'm just saying that I want to do all of that with you."

He stares at you for a second, watching your expression to see if you really mean it. He takes a deep breath and nods, believing you. You hope that you both can just lay down and be together like you had been earlier, before you dreadfully told him you wanted dinner.

Rafe reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, glancing at it only slightly before he stands up, still holding you, and then spins around and sets you on the bed. He pulls his arms out from around you, and you instantly feel cold.

"I have to make a call," he tells you, wiping his face.

"What?" you look up at him, "To who?"

He reaches down and grabs the bottle on the nightstand beside you, then starts toward the door. He doesn't answer you, so you stand up.

"Rafe!" you yell after him.

He turns around and looks at you, giving you a small smile to tell you it's all okay.

"It's just a business call, babe. Stay here. I'll be back in a bit."

He turns and walks out the door, leaving you alone. You consider going after him, but decide to respect his space and his work, so you collapse down on the bed and flip on the TV. You lay in the exact same spot you had earlier with Rafe, when you two were cuddling. And you hope he hurries up, so you can finally get back to it.

Rafe's gone for so long, and you're so tired from everything, that you wind up dozing off. The TV is playing softly and the pillow are so comfortable that you fall asleep above the covers on the bed. The door to your hotel room slamming shut is what wakes you up. You turn around on the bed and see Rafe digging through his bag. You can only see his side profile, but you can tell his hair is totally messed up.

"Babe?" you say, your voice sleepy.

He closes his eyes and then turns to face you, making you sit up in the bed. His lip is bloody and his nose is bleeding. Your jaw falls open as you look at him, your eyes trailing down to his bloody knuckles.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" you raise your voice at him, standing up off the bed.

"I'm sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound like he means it. As you get closer to him, you can smell the alcohol stench radiating off his body.

"Who the fuck did you hit?" you snap at him.

He groans and turns back around, digging through his bag again. You wait for him to answer you, but he doesn't.

"What the hell are you looking for?" you say, your voice stern and loud.

"My fucking charger, Jesus!" he yells back at you, slamming his hand down on the table that his bag rests on, "How many goddamn questions are you going to ask?"

You instinctively step back when he starts to yell, crossing your arms over your chest as a way to protect yourself. He looks down after he sees you step back, knowing he's scared you.

"You can use mine," you speak after a minute, walking over and grabbing yours from the wall.

He takes it from your hand and plugs his phone in, keeping his back to you. You watch as he runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice," he finally speaks, quieter this time. He still hasn't turned around.

"It's okay," you say weakly, "Are you all right?"

He sighs, then turns around to look at you again. He stares at you, in his shirt, and thinks about how much he does not deserve you. How much he is not worthy to be loved by you. How he totally fucked up and let his anger get the best of him instead of staying in this hotel with you tonight. He knows he should never have left.

"I didn't have a business call," he admits, dodging your question.

"I figured that out," you reply. Your eyes shift down to the carpet as he admits he lied to you.

"I just..." Rafe starts, beginning to pace around the room, "I couldn't let that fucking asshole get away with it. Not again. He doesn't get to say shit like that-"

"Why does it bother you so much?" you interrupt, your eyes following him as he paces.

"Because-" he says, but stops himself.

You stand there, raised eyebrow and arms crossed, staring at him.

"Because," he repeats, sighing, "I'm fucking crazy about you and I can't imagine myself being with anyone else. Like ever. So if you leave me, I mean, that's it. I'm done. And that fucking asshole's got me in here crying like a bitch in front of you-"

"Rafe," you stop him, stepping forward and placing both hands on his chest, "You're not a bitch for being upset. You're allowed to be upset, okay?"

He nods his head, relaxing under your touch. You bring one hand up to his lip, wiping away a bit of blood that lingers on his skin. He has blood pooled up under his nose, so you reach down and take his hand.

"Come on," you say softly, "Let's get you cleaned up."

He follows you to the bathroom and you tell him to sit on the counter, which he does without argument. You take a washcloth and wet it, then bring it up to his face. You hold his chin while you clean the blood from him, and he stares at you the entire time. He loves knowing you'll take care of him.

You remove the washcloth and run it under the water as he sits there, thinking you've finally decided what you want to say to address Rafe's feelings.

"I hope that you listen to me when I speak this time," you say, your voice harsher than you mean it to come out, "I am not going anywhere. I love you and this is the relationship I want to be in. But if you keep going out and punching every guy that looks at me the wrong way, we're going to start having problems."

You stare down at the washcloth in your hand. You don't have the guts to face him as you say this, not really knowing if you're mad or sad or just relieved he's okay. You see him nod out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says quietly, "You're the most important thing in the world to me and I don't want to jeopardize that."

You squeeze the washcloth and then bring it back up to his nose, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Then please, Rafe, knock this shit off."

He smiles, which scrunches the space you're trying to clean off.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks.

You smile softly, then bring the washcloth down and look at him. Even with beaten knuckles and a bloody face, he's still the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on.

"You're going to have to replace this shirt," you say, trying not to be upset that he got blood on the shirt you love so much.

"I will," he promises.

You know he thinks you're angry with him, but you decide to let him think that for a bit. You reach down and grab his hand, cleaning the blood from his knuckles. You excuse yourself for a moment and grab gauze from the first-aid kit in you room, then com back in and gently wrap it around his wound.

"And for the record," you start to speak, "The day you put that fatass fucking diamond on my finger, it's never coming off."

You don't look up at him, but you notice how he sits up as you say this, then listen as he laughs. When you finally bring your eyes up to his, he's grinning from ear to ear. He grabs your cheeks and pulls you in, kissing you with such intensity that you could melt right then and there.

"That's fucking right, baby," he says, pulling away to speak and then reconnecting your lips.

He leads the two of you out of the bathroom and to the bed, where you both collapse and finish what you started hours ago.

The next day after your campus tour of USC, you and Rafe walk hand-in-hand back to his truck. He's been making small talk the whole way about the dorms and the library, because he's too afraid to ask you if you liked the campus. He doesn't really want you moving eight hours away, although he'd never say that to you.

He opens the passenger door up for you once you reach the truck, then takes a deep breath as he walks over to the drivers side. He knows he has to ask you, he's just scared of the answer. You unlock your phone and start to reply to a text from your mom when Rafe climbs in. He doesn't start the truck, he just looks over at you.

The thought of you not being close to him absolutely scares the shit out of him. Sometimes he wonders if he loves you too much.

"So?" he asks, his voice unsteady.

You don't even look up from your phone, "What?"

"Babe, what did you think?"

You send the text to your mom, then look over at him. The look in his eyes makes you put your phone down, then reach over and grab his hand. He knows you loved it. He knows that's where you're going to go.

"I think I'm gonna like Chapel Hill a whole lot more."

His jaw practically falls open and he can't help but lean forward and kiss you.

"Thank god," he says against your lips, making you smile.

He kisses you for a while, just because he's so relieved he doesn't have to stop any time soon. He lets his hand fall down to your leg, and you grin as it gradually slides up.

"We should get home," you remind him after a bit. He sighs against your lips, leaving one more quick kiss with you before he sits back in his seat. He leave his hand where it is, though.

"You're probably right,"  he grumbles.

You stroke the bandage on his knuckles with your pointer finger, then hold your hand out and imagine what a ring would look like on you.

"Back to OBX," you say, more to yourself than to Rafe, "Where we belong."

"Damn right, baby."

[equallyshaw]

summer of love - quinn hughes epilogue.

pt 1, pt 2. Spotify. Insta edit.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 3.3k+

Third POV:

Mable turned over onto her side, and smiled into Quinn's side. She had been here longer than those three days she promised herself. After getting coffee the day after they had confessed there feelings for one another, he had convinced her to finish out the summer with there families. Which now meant, she only had a few days left before heading back to California for school. That night on the boat, had cememented her feelings about staying longer and then the coffee run confirmed that she indeed, needed to stay. or else, she would feel the wrath of Jack Hughes, which was so not needed after a night of drinking. Quinn wrapped his arm around the girl, and kissed her head, hoping she was awake and that they could sneak away to get some coffee before everybody woke up. "Hmm, good morning handsome." Mable murmured wrapping her arms around his toned torso, sending waves of butterflies through his stomach. "Morning, sunshine." He murmured back, rubbing her exposed back. "Ready for some coffee?" He questioned and she nodded as she began to stretch. She brought the comforter up to her chest, turning around and pecking the dark haired boy. "Hi." She mused, giving him a grin. He smiled widely, reconnecting there lips together. They were going to miss this the most, the blissful feeling of knowing that they will wake up together, and enjoy some quiet time before beginning there day.

They exited Quinn's car going to there favorite coffee shop on a nearby lake, where you could sit and look out over the said lake. Mornings were spent here frequently, some where the future was spoken about and how to navigate it or the plans for the by week he had in the new year, the possibility of plans if he did not make the Allstar break. She would fly out to him when her breaks allowed it, he would meet her when he came out to California for games. They would make it work, they were Mable and Quinn after all. Those two would and could do anything they put there mind's too. Quinn looked over at the girl he had a crush on for many moons as she watched the morning sun rising. "Im gonna miss it here, I don't want to leave." She gently said, savoring the morning heat. Quinn smiled softly, reaching over and taking ahold of her hand. "It'll miss you too and your abundance of never ending sarcastic jokes." He said making her blush. "Besides, now that youre back, you'll never want a summer without." He added and she nodded. "Or I will bear the wrath of Jack." She said rolling her eyes playfully, before sipping more of her iced coffee.

Mable felt incredibly at peace, and she derserved that beyond belief. She had grown tired of putting on a front in front of her friends back in California, and you could see the changes in the way she presented herself, the way she spoke, what she spoke about and how she didn't second guess herself anymore. She no longer was nervous and afraid of what people had to say or think about her. In change of events, she was itching to play piano again. She missed it and the way that it transported her to a place of peace and quiet. Nobody knew that though and she wanted to surprise them at some point before she left. Being back at the lake, has shown her that she deserved to live the life she wanted. She deserved to be happy, and she would do anything and everything to make that happen when she went back to California. Quinn would do everything in his power to help her out in that aspect, and promised her he would be there every step of the way while being long distance. He wouldn't let her walk out of his life ever again, even if they break up. He wouldn't let her do that to him or his brothers and parents.

Mable and Quinn walked into the Hughes lake house to see Luke up making some breakfast. Mable plopped down on the bar stool facing him, grabbing the bowl of fruit that he had put out. "So, what's on your agenda for the day?" She quizzed the curly haired boy. He shrugged, "I wanna get out the picketball in the driveway." He responded and she clapped her hands together, "You have too!!! Gotta use my secret tennis skills from back in the day." She smirked causing the boys to groan. "God forbid, we forget you had many private lessons as a kid." Luke mused causing her to giggle. She hummed eating some strawberries, while scrolling on her phone. "So when are you leaving for California again?" Luke asked and she looked up, "Two days, day before you guys leave." She responded as her leg began to shake. A nervous tick she had picked up from years ago, her dad forming the habit long before that. "Didn't you say you met the Brissons?" Quinn asked and she nodded. "Yeah, I think my friend Lexi and Brandon? The oldest? Are still seeing one another." She said nonchalantly. "Wow, didn't think he had it in him." Luke joked causing Quinn to laugh. "Same with Lexi, she definetly has him wrapped around her finger. That's for sure." She joked, getting off the seat and began to walk outside. "Thanks for the fruit Luke, ill see y'all later!" She announced walking out there sliding back doors. "Bye Mae!" They both echoed back, and watched as she walked off. "Please tell me you guys are staying together." Luke said as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, I know we haven't said anything but we are doing long distance." Quinn responded putting a smile on Luke's face. "Oh thankgod." he laughed, grinning like a fool. "Good, because she can never fall off the face of the earth ever again." he added and Quinn hummed in response. Luke more than enjoyed his fellow youngest sibiling. They both together, withstood the playful nagging and jokes from there older sibilings.

Mable walked back over towards her family's lake house and she sighed, as soon as she saw her dad outside on the deck reading the newspaper. "Morning pops." she smiled walking up to the deck. He set down the paper and smiled, "Morning sunshine. How are you this morning?" He questioned as she sat down next to him. "Im good! Still trying to wake up?" She smirked at his coffee, and then at him. Let's just say, Jim and her dad had spent sometime on the boat last night before clocking in. They more than likely, had one too many. Something they saved for the end of the summer. One last deep conversation to end the trip. Mable's dad chuckled, nodded and sipped his coffee. "Your mama is up, she was looking for you." He said and she nodded getting up and walking inside the house. "Mama, good morning." She mused in Phillipino. "Mae! My sweet girl, I was looking for you this morning." She replied back in Philipino. Her mom wrapped her youngest in a big hug, "Im gonna miss you so so much when you go back." The ever sentimental mother cooed. Mable playfully rolled her eyes, "Me too. Only one more year." She smiled. "Too long." her mom responded, going back to the stove. "Hey, Ellen and I have been meaning to ask you something, love." Her mama started and Mable froze as she grabbed a glass cup to make some more iced coffee. "MM HM." Mable said, unsure of what her mama was going to say. Mama turned around smiling like a fool, "We wanted to see if you wanted to play for us tomorrow evening before you leave. We are having quite the feast for everybody. And it would only end right if you ended with your annual concerto." She said gleefully. Mable shrugged dumping ice in the cup and went to the expresso machine to make some expresso. "I don't know mama, it would only be if I felt comfortable enough to. It's still something I am working on in therapy. Ok? Maybe, I don't know." Mable responded in a jumble. Like yes, she would love to perform for them and end the vacation on a high note but she still wasn't sure if it was something she would enjoy doing. It would almost feel like a chore, she kept thinking. But she did miss it, it was something that was nagging at her. Truth be told, she had moved on from the topic in therapy and was working on another set of things. "You know, I actually just might." She smiled, dumping the expresso in her cup of ice. "Really?" Tabitha asked walking in, hugging her little sister. Mable nodded, "Yeah, ill need to practice though. Im a bit rusty. Don't let the Hughes anywhere near the house today." She said half joking, half serious. The mother and sister nodded happily, as Mable set up her office her office for the day.

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The following evening, the Hughes made there way to the Bennett's lakehouse for there annual end of lake season dinner. This year they would be eating some traditional Philipino food such as Adobo, Lechon and Sisig to name a few. Philipino food was a secret guitly pleasure of the hockey family, and would transport them back to a time of innocence and make belief as kids. Mable walked outside with a pitcher of lemonade and a tray of Adobo. "Oh yes!" Jack said eyeing the Adobo, causing Mable to laugh. "Oh baby!" Ella said taking notice of the two desserts the Hughes were bringing over. She made grabby hands at the Jewish Baklava and Lekach, that would satisfy the sweet tooths the Bennett's had. "Made it just for you sweet ella." Ellen smiled, giving the eldest daughter a side hug. "So sweet, thankyou." Ella smiled taking the tray gratefully. Ellen took sight of Mable and smiled, as Mable walked over to give her second mama a hug. "Hi mama." Mable smiled pulling her in for a hug. "Hi Mae, are you all set for the trip back?" she questioned, pulling away and Mable nodded. "Yeah, just need to get on the plane." She smirked before walking away. Quinn didn't want to admit it but he was scared about there future a little bit. He feared that them doing long distance was going to change there relationship. And it would, but not in the bad way that he feared. Mable was all in and Quinn needed to be reassured that despite the 2 hour and 50 minute flight between them, was doable. Long distance was doable as long as they had constant communication. Yet, what Quinn felt was more than understandable. Quinn was knocked out of his thoughts as Jack shoved him a bit to sit down. Quinn sat next to Mable on her right, and Jack to her left. "Please for the love of god, don't make a mess." She playfully scorned Jack at previous feast shenanigans. He cluthched his chest playfully, "Don't come for me like that Mae." He said dramatically causing her and Quinn to laugh. After a traditional Philipino grace, they all dug in.

"So who's excited for the new school year?" Ellen questioned Mable and Luke who both shrugged. "Still doesn't get any easier." Mable joked, earning a few chuckles. "Don't particually enjoy 90 degree dorms either." She added and had knowing nods. "But, it's my last year so. Then Ill be gone." She smiled, with Quinn taking a peek at her. She didnt look towards him, "Do you know you want to go? or do?" Jim questioned and she nodded. "Im thinking of Chicago, they have an amazing music program there if I decide to go to school for my masters or they honestly have amazing jobs there." She said innocently. Quinn was taken back a bit, she had never said that to him. Now, he realized that they would be spending more than one year apart long distance. "Chicago?" Jack questioned, peering over at his twin and she nodded. "Yeah, it's a place I've enjoyed visiting and can see myself there." She responded and everybody nodded. They all had one thought: Quinn. Did he get a say in this? Did he have a place in her life after this summer? "But it's not set in stone, ill go wherever I feel like going." She quickly added, feeling the thoughts of her family. "Besides, then ill be closer to this tall dude and maybe he won't be such a pain in the ass." She playfully threw at Luke, causing everybody to laugh. "Oh come on Munchkin! Im not that bad!" Luke defended himself. All hell broke loose at this point, which was right on schedule.

The family took the dessert in the house, all sitting around the grand piano in the living room. They all sat down with either expresso or coco, devouring the jewsish desserts. "I need that recipe." Ella said to Ellen who nodded, "Hey! She won't even give me it, that's not fair!" Jack exclaimed causing both families to laugh. "Haha sucks to suck!" Ella said playfully sticking out her tongue, which Jack reciprocated. Mable sat down next to Quinn who pulled her into his side, before throwing a blanket on them. She smiled softly up at him and thanked him as he handed her her coco. The family spoke about plans for the upcoming year and the schedule for next summer, a typical conversation that needed to be had. "You ok?" Mable asks Quinn quietly who hadn't said anything. He looked down at her and nodded, but she wasn't convinced. It was a discussion for later, when everybody went to sleep. Mable returned to the conversation at hand and chatted along with everbody. Ellen took notice of how queit Quinn had been and then looked at what he was staring at, she followed his gaze to the piano and smiled. "Hey Mae, how about you play something for us? A parting present?" She mused, knowing that it would perk Quinn up. Long ago when they were just about 10 and 9, Quinn had secretly been wanting to learn how to play so he could be like Mable. She was already so accomplished at the skill, and he was jealous. He also wanted to learn it, so she did not feel as left out or isolated because she did have those thoughts here and there. She had admitted it to Ellen one time, and from then on Ellen always made her feel proud of her skill and her love for it. So Ellen knew, that Mable sitting down at the grand piano like she had done so many times before play Bach and Beethoven as well as movie scores, would perk the dark haired boy up. It was inevitable, and Mable knew it. Mable looked at Ellen and nodded, shocking the three boys. "Any requests?" She playfully joked as she walked up to the piano. She sat down, flexing her hands after opening the cover. She strummed a few chords, awakening the floodgates. Before you knew it, she was in her own world.

That evening after everybody had gone to sleep, Quinn and Mable met up at her family's dock. This conversation needed to be had. "Why didn't you tell me about Chicago?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and she sighed. "Because, I knew you would react this way when it wasn't even a thing. Me going to Chicago is a thought, that's it Q." She said walking up to him and putting a hand on his chest. He looked down at her, his hazel eyes sofetning. He nodded and she pushed some hair behind her ear. "I promise that whatever I decide, Chicago or not that you'll be apart of that decision, Ok?" She said searching his eyes. He shook his head, looking down holding back tears. "I don't want you not to go to Chicago M. I don't want to hold you back on where you could potentially go to. It wouldn't be right or fair." He said, the girl taken back a bit. "Quinn....no. Don't do what you are going to do. Please." She said as tears began to pool at her brown eyes. He met her's and grimly smiled causing her to cry out. "Please don't. Q. No." She demanded grabbing ahold of his arms. "Please don't, don't make me loose you too." She sobbed, as he wrapped his arms around her's. Holding back his own tears.

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6 months later:

By week had approached slowly, too slowly for hockey player. He coulnd't wait to spend it somewhere warm and surrounded by the ocean. Quinn was allset for the plane ride down, something he had been non stop thinking about for the past month after the all star break, when he joined nhl superstars. His stomach grew with butterflies, pulling him back to reality. He could do this, and even after all this time. Everything would be alrigt.

Mable was quickly finishing her tidying of her small apartment in Long Beach, California. Afer returning to California after the eventful summer, she had plunged herself into finding a new apartment that was not in San Diego. Once she found her apartment, she quickly made a phone call to Ellen to have her send over any and all recipes that she loved, something she hadn't done previously. Mable was calm, collected and confidant going into her senior year. She was so unlike the Mable that was seen previoulsy when she was with Lucifer. A summer with Hughes could do many wonders, for her soul and peace of mind. Once she moved into her apartment, she put up photos from when she was a kid. Specifially the one's at the lake, she could never escape the chaos of the boys and she wasn't trying to fight it anymore. She had given up the fight that they would always be in her life no matter what. She knew that, they knew that and the summer at the lake cemented it. She knew that Quinn would be in her life no matter what, together or not they were molded together forever. Much to Jack's dismay ofcourse. Mable looked at the clock and knew she had to leave soon, so she put everything away that needed to be put back and she made her way outside. She decided to catch a quick walk on the beach before leaving, so she could meet the situation with a level head. She had barely made it 2 minutes down the beach before she heard her name. She looked behind her and around, before whipping her head towards the mysterical person. Her mouth dropped open, and hurriedly made her way up to the person. She wouldn't be having a perfect movie airport moment, but like typical fashion, she would be having a beach one.

Mable ran towards the dark haired boy, that had stolen her heart many summers ago. He opened his arms as soon as they were close to one another, smiles dawning there faces. Quinn picked up Mable and spun her around a few times, causing the girl to shriek out loud with delight. She was his person, and he was his. There summer of love did not end like she feared it would but it blossomed into something bigger and stronger. Actual love, all year round love. You could see the extra twinkle in there eyes as they texted one another, facetimed or on the after game chats. It was undeniable the love they have for one another. One that would never falter, fail or go unnoticed and fall off the face of the earth.

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