Tumgik
#and then i was vibing until i got to the necklaces
mosalahd · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
unfinished_lewis_study.png
1K notes · View notes
the-halfling-prince · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ Ɇ₦Đ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ⱤØ₳Đ
Character info under the cut
This group of six recent high school graduates just wanted to go on a road trip before they all went their separate ways for college. Yeah that didn't work out very well.
1- Vanja Tsui. 18. She/Her. Third generation Chinese American. Planning on majoring in literature. Deaf (wears a cochlear implant). The coolest person you'll ever know.
2- Rebekah Rothschild. 18. She/Her. Jewish. Plays the violin. Probably knows math. Gay disaster.
3- Tristán Serrano. 18. He/Him. The one with a driver's license. Doesn't know how he ended up best friends with five weirdos. Still loves them all.
4- Aleksanteri Rinne. 17. He/Him. Transmasc. Classic loser boy. Soon to be art student. Childhood best friend with Tristán.
5- Eugénie Perreault. 17. She/Her. Has a band where she plays drums. Has ten pairs of tinted sunglasses. Is color blind.
6- Mick Santinera. 19. She/Her. Plays guitar and sings in Eugénie's band. The worst™. Short. No one knows what Mick is short for. Michelle? Mikayla? Whatever.
9 notes · View notes
uwuplasmiusuwu · 2 years
Text
I just remembered my second Pride, where I made different flag themed daisy chain bracelets/necklaces to hand out. I need folks to understand something:
They were free.
They were fucking free.
They were maybe ¢60 of acrylic yarn each at the most, and the whole ziploc bag of them took 2 hours max.
Three people gave me sad eyes until I took their money.
Someone who was clearly the mom friend of their group made me take a $5 and gave a 10 minute pep talk.
At least four more people insisted on getting change to pay for the, once again, free bracelets.
In spite of all these shenanigans, the absolute best was this one person who I can only describe as, “queer surfer dude who looks like a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend.” I can remember nothing of the outfit, only the impeccable vibes. I did the same thing I did with everyone else, explaining the bracelets were free, and they nodded along as they took the last 6 strand rainbow bracelet. As soon as they had it on their wrist, they pointed at something over my shoulder and, like a fool, I looked.
Next thing I know, they’re running off cackling, yelling, “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME!” and I’m holding a fucking $20. I had to stop at least two people from chasing them, cause they thought the person stole something, and then they tried to give me money cause they thought it was funny seeing me flail over people being Too Nice.
That was the year I got reverse-robbed at Pride. I hope everyone out there is having a good time and, in particular, that queer surfer dude is out there still causing benevolent chaos.
Edit: Happy Pride 2023, everybody! In the spirit of reverse robbery and benevolent chaos, I have a request!
This year, I’d really like for anyone who can to bring some fun things, like a ton of stickers or small crafts they’re okay with passing out for free. I’d also like for them to bring masks to hand out too.
You want a fun free thing? Wear or take a mask and it’s yours! :D
I’d really like to go this year to spread some of the love, but I’m immunocompromised. Could you all do this as a favor so that I can go next year? Either way, I hope you have a happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈
123K notes · View notes
catcze · 6 months
Note
OKAY BUT how about matching jewellery with Wriothesley?? You could both wear a necklace or a choker to match his vibe or maybe earrings? (The fact he's wearing some is sending me 😩 His style is really good tbh, def would let him choose my clothes) And if they're embedded with each other's initials? Even better, let the world know you belong to him, the same way he belongs to you (was inspired by your other collar drabble don't mind me 🥺👌)
AAAAA that is SO cute wtf ?!?! And so true, his style is honestly immaculate !! I got inspiredddd and wrote this (even tho it's a little more 'secret relationship for now, but wearing little tokens of each other until we make it public' kind of thing tee hee)
warning for vv slight leaks (Wriothesley's birthdate) and a slightly ooc Wrio !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
Tumblr media
"Your grace?"
"Yes, Sigewinne?" Wriothesley hums, not looking up from his morning paper. He holds a teacup in his other hand, the scent of freshly brewed English Breakfast filling the room.
Sigewinne is staring hard at him, head tilted as she examines the change in the Duke's wardrobe. "I can't seem to place my finger on it but your new necklace looks rather—"
Wriothesley promptly chokes on his drink, loud coughing breaking the quiet of his office as he thumps his chest, sputtering and frantically moving his paper out of the range of fire of his choking.
"—familiar."
Sigewinne hands him a handkerchief, which he takes with a wheezed word of thanks. She's squinting at him in suspicion, antennae twitching as she watches the duke squirm.
"I'm afraid I don't follow," Wriothesley coughs one last time into the handkerchief, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of the roughness in his voice. It doesn't work. "Perhaps you're mistaken, Sigewinne. Are you certain that you haven't just seen someone around the fortress using something similar? Or maybe you saw it in fashion on the surface."
Sigewinne is sure she hasn't. She just hums in thought, placing her hands on her hips as she continues to evaluate the necklace, while Wriothesley pointedly does not meet her gaze.
It's a simple thing, really. A silver circle on a thin silver chain, and from this distance Sigewinne can barely make out what looks like two letters and a date carved on it. It's this simplicity, actually, that makes it stand out amidst the Duke's otherwise chunky and bold accessories.
Sigewinne keeps staring, trying to remember just where oh where had she seen something like that before, and why does it nag her so much that she can't recall. Wriothesley doesn't offer up any information, however, having chosen to pour himself another cup of tea and resuming reading his paper.
Eventually, the nurse relents and turns to head down the staircase to leave his office with a word of farewell thrown over her shoulder, still bothered by the mystery that she just can't solve, but knowing what the Duke is like when he clams up.
"Oh! Hi, Sigewinne!" You greet, almost running into her as she descends, while you yourself are on your way up. You reach out a hand to steady her lest she roll down the rest of the way. "Leaving already? Everything alright?"
"Everything is fine," she says kindly, patting your arm in thanks as she looks up to your face. "Some patients to check on, but otherwise nothing particularly noteworthy. His Grace just refuses to answer any of my questions, however..."
But then her eyes catch on something shiny on your neck. Something shiny, and looking awfully like the object of her interest just a few short minutes ago. She glances at it, and as close as she is, she can make out what is carved on the pendant around your neck: A simple W and the date November 23 written underneath it.
She pauses mid-sentence, turning to glance over her shoulder.
Wriothesley is still reading his paper, but from here even she can see how he's trying to subtly glance over it in your direction. His fingers clench the sheets in anticipation and how his boot has started to tap on the floor despite his show of nonchalance. She looks at the pot of tea he had put out earlier, notices just how much tea there still seems to be in it, and the extra teacup that she had asked about earlier when she had first come in.
Just in case a guest stops by, he had told her, and nothing after that. Suddenly, she has a pretty good guess of what is written on his grace's necklace.
"Nevermind," she corrects, trying not to smile too widely. "But I certainly have to be going. Enjoy your... meeting with his grace. I'll see you later!"
You blink at her abrupt departure. "Oh? Okay. Uh... Bye, Sigewinne. See you soon!"
She nods, hurriedly excusing herself in an attempt to give you two some privacy, finally letting her happy little grin show once she was no longer in sight. She shuts the doors behind her and takes a moment, then practically skips her way back to the infirmary, her steps light and joyful.
I'm glad. They deserve to be happy together.
Tumblr media
645 notes · View notes
chrisdr3 · 4 months
Note
Hey! Can u pls do a fic with lando? With a bit daddy x bbygirl vibes!
Love you!
Rule breaker, brat tamer~LN4
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Summary: Reader gets horny and breaks the rules, while Lando finds them and decides to punish them.
Warnings: Smut, daddy x bbygirl, dom!Lando, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (female recieving)
You were on your bedroom, waiting for Lando to get out of the bathroom. You were on your phone scrolling through tiktok when you saw a really hot video of him and started getting horny.
You couldn't handle it and left your phone in the nightstand, letting your fingers slide inside your panties, straight through your aching pussy, rubbing it gently. You didn't make any noise because Lando had forbidden you to touch yourself unless you are told to. You knew he would be pissed off if he saw you like that but you didn't really care.
You continued touching yourself and didn't notice the door open and him getting in, until he spoke. "You're such a naughty girl, thinking you could break the rules with me here." he said and you look at him nervously, fingers still in your clit. He was wearing only a towel and his shark tooth necklace, hair wet, brows furrowed and his jaw clenched from irritation.
"Baby, I'm sorry, please forgive me." you got up and kneeled down in front of him. He lifted your chin up to make you look at him "Babygirl, brats have to be punished. Breaking rules is not tolerant from me. Strip and get in the bed. Now." You did as he said and he reached you, letting the towel fall off him.
"Lando... please... I'll be a good girl..." You looked at him, eyes begging him. "That's not my name babygirl, now shut up." He pushed you down and grabbed your throat, while sticking two fingers inside your wet hole and stretching you. You moaned and he tightened his grip on your throat. "Shush babygirl, take your punishment quietly, don't let the neighbours know what a brat you are." His fingers made you come to your high easily and he felt that immediately.
"Cum for me, you little brat." You cummed in his fingers and he got them out, sucking them clean and positioning himself to your entrance. He got inside you without warning making you scream. He started thrusting deep and hard hitting your sweet spot, making you moan and feel close again, clenching around his rock hard dick.
"Daddy, let me cum, please." you cried out. "No baby, that's a punishment, not pleasure." He was thrusting hard until he was close and started getting sloppy and slow. He removed his hand from your throat and put it in your breasts, playing with your nipples, earning more sweet moans from your mouth.
When he was close to his high he decided to let you finish. "You can cum now brat." he let you cum in him and finished too, then pulled out. He then kissed you and lowered his head to your folds, starting to eat you out. "Mmm, you taste sweet, you little bitch. You make your daddy proud." You felt another orgasm build up in you. He feasted, not letting you release your juices, and once he was satisfied, he gave you the final lick in your clit that made you cum in his mouth.
He licked your sweet juices and kissed your neck. "Good girl. Hope you learnt your lesson." "Yes daddy, i did." He caressed your now sensitive pussy with his thumb, making you reach your 4th orgasm for the day. "Go get cleaned princess." He ordered. You tried getting up, your mixed cum leaking down your thighs, but your feet betrayed you and fell back to the bed.
He saw you falling and felt satisfied. "Did i make you sore baby?" You nodded yes. He got up and carried you to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up, my little girl."
Hi! First smut here, i think it turned really good and hope you like it. I'm waiting for any requests you have luvs! Feel free to ask me.
417 notes · View notes
gxtitobxby · 1 year
Note
rafe getting you to get high on the white stuff but putting it on his fingers and pushing them down your throat cause it's the only way you'll take it like the princess you are </3
listennn I have no idea how drugs work especially fucking COCAINE so if anything I say is wrong or factually improbable no it isn't we're just here for the vibes
"nooo," you whine and push the hand holding the dollar bill he rolled up for you away. "babe, you know it irritates my nose."
rafe scoffs and rolls his eyes while barry laughs from his spot sprawled on the couch opposite the pair of you. your mouth is set into a sweet little pout, eyes already a little glazed over from the weed Barry's been smoking since you got here.
"you're such a fucking brat, you know that?" rafe leans back against the couch and gestures towards his lap with an annoyed look on his face.
you shuffle to your knees with a little princess smile and plant a kiss on his lips before dropping down on him feeling victorious and spoiled, your head resting on the thick muscles of his thigh. "you know that's how you like me, rafey."
he rolls his eyes again at the nickname he knows you know he hates and pinches at your thigh, startling a squeal and a laugh out of you while barry coos the name back at him mockingly with his eyes still closed.
rafe leans over you to reach for the baggie laying on the coffee table, grunting quietly when you tug at the necklace around his neck and suck wetly at his throat. when he sits back he rests the bag on your chest and dips his fingers in after wetting them with his tongue. he grabs at your jaw with his clean fingers, dark eyes now fully on you.
you open your mouth before he even has to ask, tongue lulling out, your own vixen eyes on his. he slides his fingers under your lips against your gums, and then down the length of your tongue until spit is pooling in your mouth. he feels the way your throat tries to squeeze around his digits, eyes watering at the intrusion. your thighs rub together, and rafe's cock starts to swell against your cheek.
"fuck" barry groans, "y'all mind if I..." he grips at his cock through his pants, already breathing a little hard as he watches the lewd display.
before rafe can reply you tug his fingers out of your mouth so you can look at barry, mascara slightly smudged and bits of spit clinging to your kiss swollen lips. you smile, "throw in another bag and you can."
"how the hell did she settle for your bum ass, country club?" barry laughs and tosses a new little baggy across the table. "she's way out of your league."
2K notes · View notes
wcters · 9 days
Text
𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬
Tumblr media
pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: the relationship between matt and a girlfriend in cosmetology school
warnings/notes: established relationship, swearing, nudity innuendos?? they are naked together, kinda went off the cosmetology thing but it’s cute so whtv, a bit short but this is my first time doing preferences
Tumblr media
- first . . . he’s totally spoiled
- like really spoiled
- you would practice at home, and then whatever you could on matt
- manicure: hand massages, cuticle cutting, nail painting, hair washing: head massages, shampoo and conditioning his hair
- he would let you practice shaving his beard but it would take awhile for him to let you
- not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he was going through a beard phase
- matt would loveeee the head massages and would get you to do them all the time
- eventually it becomes second nature and so you’ll be cuddling on the couch or outside sitting down with him between your legs and your hand will just find it’s way into his hair
- and you have fake nails so you know it feels reallyyy good
- waxing . . . but he would not admit that he lets you do it
- you ALWAYS smell good
- your shampoo and conditioner, perfume, skin/body care
- nick always asks you what you use for your skin
- sleepovers with nick where you do skincare, face masks, nail painting
- and chris begs to join until nick says yes
- matt always finds you three on nick’s bed watching a movie
- you had been obsessed with makeup your whole life
- def the designated hair braider on your sports team
- BATHS TOGETHER
- bubble bath, candles, you talking about your day and drama and he’ll be listening
- he’s just happy to be there
- studying at his house while you’re watching a movie together or if he’s busy with the podcast
- chris coming up to you and randomly asking you a question about what you’re doing when you’re studying
- “why do you push your cuticles back?” “how do perms work? like how do you do them?”
- it makes you smile because he’s genuinely interested
- will show him some things if you can
- you’re super sweet
- everyone likes you
- you’re a girls girl
- someone needs a pad/tampon? you got it. someone doesn’t want to go somewhere alone? they aren’t because you’re coming with
- you don’t gatekeep skincare or makeup
- always have lip balm on you
- you and matt go to the gym together
- always have a matching top and pants for your workout outfit
- matt just can’t believe you’re his 🤍
- like he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars
- i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck vibes
- you literally have a necklace with his initial, you walked it with it on and his eyes popped out of his head
- totally share jewelry
- you steal his sweaters, shirts, shorts, boxers, basically anything you can get your hands on
- give matt face massages
- he be lookin’ flawless
- pays for you even though you decline because he knows how much money you use for school stuff
- that shit is expensiveeee
- nick asked you first to help him dye his hair red
- ofc you said yes! he’s your bestie
- played ariana, doja cat, clairo, stuff like that
- #danceparty
- your stuff sort of pops up around the house
- chris will find like a bobbypin or a hair tie on the floor
- smells like you because you bought candles for them that you loved
- thrifting and going to flea markets and getting stuff for your apartment like vases, cups to hold jewelry, etc
- your hair is amazing. everyone’s jealous. i’m jealous.
- no split ends, doesn’t get greasy until at least 5-6 days after you wash it, perfect for styling. also sleep with a bonnet because that does wonders for you
- lashes are amazing as well. it’s because you get them done while at school 😉😉😉
- you drive nick and chris around if matt’s not there or busy
- they literally love you
- think you’re perfect for your brother
- so nice, so sweet, literal angel
- you’ve been on the podcast
- made a tiktok account after matt suggested you do
- blew up. and it’s partly because you don’t gatekeep
- you’re so relatable too, being completely honest about how you feel . . . and are so funny
- “hot take . . . men should shave their armpits. like how do you put deodorant on?” “you ever too lazy to wash your face so all it is is a makeup wipe and a rinse with water? me too.”
- will trim matt’s hair if be wants just a trim
- you first said no, didn’t want to mess up, but he believed in you 🤭🤭
- your biggest supporter
- they would totally be there when you graduate
- cheering loudly when you walk along the stage
- like the pricilla movie scene but with no creepy old men
- you love that movie, hate elvis, but love pricillia
- you sometimes cook for them so they don’t eat out all the time
- you’re a good cook 👩‍🍳
- force them to have some form of vegetables
- his parents love you
- go fishing with jimmy and the boys the one time they do (sorry jimmy but it’s true)
- fans will ask for pictures when you visit matt on tour
- who’s the triplets? they’re here for you
- matt is so proud of you
- if you ever need him to pick you up he’ll bring you food or starbucks so you have energy when you’re done
- is at your beck and call
- ask him to jump off a cliff? he’ll hesitate a bit but will ultimately do it
386 notes · View notes
Note
Idk why, but Ghost/Simon makes me melt so easily. Saw you mentioned you like to think he's not a total brute - I totally agree, let the man be soft, damn it - and I love the thought of just kneeling before him, wrapping arms around his leg to hug it, letting him pet and praise me whilst I nuzzle his lap/take up space in it 👉👈😵‍💫
Tumblr media
when you're feeling down and in doubt, write Simon content. self indulgent puppy time 🐩
🐶 Puppy Love
NSFW MDNI 🔞
Tumblr media
cw: hybrid/therian reader, gn! reader, puppy/pet play, good bf simon 🥰, slight dumbification but hes nice to you, breeding k♤nk, vaguely dom/sub relationship, collars, leashes, fluff and smut
impervious to puppy eyed begging unless you're also kissing and nuzzling him. makes or harder to beg in public unless you're willing to let people look at you a little funny.
even if you dont beg, you're still spoiled, and Simon is fully aware that it's his fault. he got his care taking gift from his mother and with no one else to use it on but you, you get all of it. makes you treats, buys you chew toys and new collars.
what do you mean your ears aren't stim toys made specifically for him??? what else are they there for? gently tugs, massages, rubs and fiddles w your ears no matter the shape. pointy, floppy, curly or clipped they are his to enjoy
will brush your tail if you ask, especially if you're tired 💔 don't be surprised if he feels up the back of your thighs when he does
great at reading your emotions, especially when your tail and ears are in play. one glance at you and your airplane ears has him nudging you away to decompress
he is more your service animal than you are his. deeply cares about your comfort and how you feel in situations so if he picks up on your vibes, he's excusing the both of you. takes pressure off you since no one asks Ghost why he just disappeared. its just in his nature.
funny guy Si who will ask you to sniff things out for him.
"lost my fuckin' wallet again.. love, can y-"
you're already sniffing under the sofa cushions.
zoomies when he gets home from another deployment. literally running and wagging your way into his arms. he will sit on the sofa and watch you bound back and forth until you're panting and laying in his lap
encourages lap dog behavior to the fullest. you could be a mastiff hybrid or a fluffy pom. Either way he's vaguely gesturing for you to sit on his lap
nuzzling his legs when you're sitting on the floor. his jeans are always rough against your cheeks, but you don't mind
little dog bone charm on his gun 💔 doesn't have your name, but it's just a little piece of your spirit he has w him
buys you one of those human sized dog beds as a joke, but it's so damn comfortable he started laying in it more than you. designated mid morning nap spot
dog bowls in the cabinet for ice cream and as a joke for guests. yes simon will eat cereal out of them if he doesn't want to do dishes
skull charm on your collar! easy to unhook and put on other collars, necklaces, bracelets etc. his dog tags on your collar 🥰🥰
soft tummy and thigh rubs with his big hands ♡♡ rubs your skin in soft circles, puts his hands under your shirt just to touch you. rubs turn into soft scratches to the spots that get your legs kicking and your tail wagging.
hes a bit of a tickle fiend. he just likes hearing you laugh and sometimes his hands stray. though it's not like you object
Simon is a very physical affection kind of guy. where words fail him, he knows his hands will not. he knows he can make you feel good with his hands alone.
rubs your sensitive ears with his thumbs, making you growl in pleasure from low in your chest. sure fire way to get you limp in his arms with a slow wagging tail
good for teasing when it comes to you doing tricks. sits, stays, shakes, all fair game for simon. it's all even better when you're blushing and flustered over his commands. especially when he commands so sweetly with a gentle scratch to your ears "on y' knees f'me."
of course you'll get rewarded the more you give, the more you get so don't be afraid to ham it up. if he wants you on your knees, give his thighs a soft nuzzle or push your soft cheek against his groin. tail wagging when you can feel him throb through his jeans
tender throat training with lots of praise and pets, maybe even a clicker🥰. has you hold his heavy cock in your throat for extending periods of time. doesn't thrust or make you gag on purpose and is sure to apologize when he does. cups and holds your head w his big hands so you can relax your neck easier.
"that's m' pup, very good," he says with kisses to the top of your head when you let his cock slip free. hes considerate, waiting for you to catch your breath before asking you to open back up for him.
"watch th' teeth, yeah?" he laughs under his breath, watching you open your waiting mouth.
he doesn't mind some biting of course. it's your love language ♡ he may even have a bit of an oral fixation, lifting your lips to expose your sharp teeth.
glutton for your tail wagging, especially when he's balls deep in you can hear it thumping hard against the bed when he's got you in a mating press.
hearts in his eyes when you're gushing around him, cumming with your back arched high. he's almost just as dazed as you are, giving you open-mouthed kisses to your neck and chest.
overstimulation kink go crazy. simon will edge the both of you until you're dizzy w lust. hes throbbing inside you, heavy snd begging for release that hes keeping himself from. your fur standing on end, his lower stomach coated in a layer of sheen that slicked his happy trail down
overstimulation the complete other way where he's just getting you off as much and as fast as possible. rutting into you, pushing his previous loads further and further into you until you're delirious and he's covered in fresh scratches
holding your tail out of the way of the view of his cock sinking into you. settles his hips flush against your rear, your tail wagging in his hand.
dog bone gag ✨️
chewy and rubbery, buckled around your head. muffles your moans and you're dripping drool all over it 🥰
304 notes · View notes
muwapsturniolo · 1 month
Note
You should definitely do one when Matt gets caught by his girlfriend using a vibrator and they do all that and she used it on him and all that 👍
✯It’s a vibe✯
Summary: Matt gets caught and his girlfriend helps him out.
Warning: NSFW CONTENT. vibrators, masturbation, cum, thats about it.
✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯
Matt had a secret.
About a month ago he was cat-sitting for his girlfriend Y/n. The girl was out of town to visit family, and she asked him to stay at her place and watch her cat.
Her cat loved to tear up her furniture.
He happily obliged, he would do anything for the girl.
It was an easy task, take care of Jay-meow (Y/n loved Jersey shore) and make sure no one broke into her house.
Knowing the girl wouldn’t care, he found himself sleeping in her room for the week. Sometime throughout the week, his charger broke, causing him to rummage through her room in attempts to find one.
He scoured the whole room before he finally got to her bedside table. He opened the heavy drawer and immediately fell back.
Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, lube.
Almost anything you could imagine.
His hand hovers over the drawer, debating on grabbing one of the many sex toys.
A certain item catches his attention and he grabs it.
It’s a big wand with what looks like a mallet head on the end. The brand reads Hitachi.
A vibrator.
His imagination runs wild. Images of the girl lying down naked, her hand wrapped around the device as she presses it against her folds, her moans bouncing off the walls as the vibrations send shocks through her body.
He feels himself growing harder and harder each second. His thumb lightly presses down on the button, his hand instantly shaking from the vibrations.
He hesitantly presses the bulb of the wand against his growing bulge.
He sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping it.
Long story short, he ended up cumming in his pants.
That was a month ago.
Today, his own vibrator came in the mail. Luckily, Chris and Nick were gone. He has the whole house to himself, he could be as loud as he wants.
He already worked himself up, watching a few videos, palming himself through his sweatpants, imaging different scenarios of you and him.
He was ready.
He lay in his bed, the only thing adorning his body was his black boxers and his signature Horse necklace.
He takes the charged device and turns it on the lowest setting, letting it run over his body before getting to his waist.
He runs it over his bulge and lets a deep groan emerge from his throat.
He does this for a few moments, building up the tension. He uses his left hand to pull down his boxers, his dick springing free.
His tip was an angry shade of red, much like his swollen lips. His tip is leaking, beads of precum rolling off the side.
With his mind going back to a video he watched, he presses the vibrator against his base. His body immediately lurches forward, a loud and shakey moan falling from his lips. He throws his head back, eyes falling closed as the pleasure reaps his body.
“F-fuck!” He curses, a whine following close after.
His hips jerk upward, begging for more. He moves the wand a bit higher, louder moans bouncing off the walls.
He’s so busy pleasuring himself, he doesn’t hear the front door opening.
He keeps going, his moans getting even louder.
He’s close.
His door opens and his eyes fly open, landing on his girlfriend.
Y-y/-“ his eyes clamp shut, his body lurching upward as he reaches his high, sounds of pleasure filling the girls ears.
The vibrator falls out of his hand, landing on the bed.
He pants, out of breath from the strong orgasm.
He almost forgot the girl was here until he feels the bed dip down. He opens his eyes and sees her staring at him, a look in her eye that he just can’t read.
“I-I’m sorry…” he mumbles, his cheeks tinted red. She hums and eyes the vibrator on the bed that’s buzzing softly.
She recognizes the brand, she owns it.
She looks back a Matt, a nonchalant look on her face. “You know, I have one of these, this brand specifically.”
Matt hears his heart in his ears as she picks up the wand. He stay wuiet, not knowing what to say or do. “You want to know something even crazier?”
“H-hm?” His voice cracks as his nervousness becomes even more evident.
It’s as if she’s hypnotizing him, her eyes keeping him entranced. So entranced that he doesn’t see her hand moving towards his dick, still holding the vibrator.
“When I came back to LA, my vibrator was out of battery. When I left it was fully charged…know anything about that?”
“N-shit!” He grunts feeling her press the vibrator against him. He clenches the bed sheets, his head lulling back. She grabs his jaw, forcing him to look at her.
“Answer the question Matt.”
“N-ohhh no!” He lies. The girl turns the speed up higher, her head tilting to the side. “Mmm I think you’re lying. I think you do know. Tell me Matt, were you getting off with my vibrator?”
He groans, his head falling forward on to her shoulder as he breathes deeply.
“F-fuck, please.” He whimpers out.
“Tell me or I stop.” She threatens. He quickly grabs her wrist, his head shooting up.
“N-no! P-please don’t st-fuck- don’t stop!” He urges. Hes so close to summing and if she stops he might hold it against her all the way into the after life.
“Then tell me the truth Matt. Were you being a dirty boy and using my vibrator to touch yourself?”
Pathetic whines and whimpers leave his mouth as he bucks his hips, begging for more.
“Y-yes! I-I was a dirt-fuck me-dirty boy! I-I did it! I’m s-“She cuts him off by going up another speed. He grabs her shirt, yanking her forward until their lips are pressed together.
Their lips move together as their teeth clash. Matt groans into the kiss, pulling away and pressing his forehead against hers, “M’close, so close! God don’t stop!” She listens and keeps going.
She lets her thumb swipe over his tip, and almost immediately he's shooting his load all over her hand. He groans as she keeps the toy in place, even having the nerve to turn it up another notch. Matt hisses and tries to pull away, but she keeps him close.
"y/n I-I can't"
"Yes, you can. My vibrator lasts five hours when fully charged, and when I came back it was dead-" His eyes become glossy at the overstimulation occurring.
"-so tell me Matthew, how many times did you cum in my bed."
He can't think, he's too busy focusing on his breathing and his rising orgasm. She puts the vibrator on his tip and he lets out a yelp that sounds like a kicked puppy.
"Answer me."
"f-five!"
She hums and moves the vibrators back to his base, edging him. "And what were you thinking about? Be honest." He shakes his head, not wanting to admit the dirty thoughts that once ran across his mind. "God," he pants into her neck.
"You're not cumming until you tell me," she states firmly. Turning the vibrations down, Matt whines feeling his orgasm decline. "Turn it u-up, please!" he begs.
"Tell me what you thought."
He curses to himself, wishing he would have just charged the toy before leaving her home.
"I-I thought about you." he swallows harshly. His mouth feels dry, almost like he's dehydrated.
"Mhm," she begins to move the vibrator up and down his length. "H-how you got off with the vi-" he choked as she went up a speed.
"Keep going," she encourages, her ego rising as she indulges in the thoughts her boyfriend had about her.
"You using the vibrator, a-and how I want to watch." He confesses. She chuckles and goes up another speed. "You want to watch me pleasure myself? Hmm?"
"Oh god, yes!" his pleading gets louder as she places the vibrator on his tip once again.
"Is that it?" He quickly shakes his head, his breathing becomes short pants. "I-I thought about you using the vi-vibrator on me and making me c-cum!"
"Aww you wanna cum? You want to be a dirty boy and cum all over your toy?"
He nods quickly, rocking his hips into the toy as if he was fucking someone. "Be a good boy and cum for me."
He slams his lips against hers, groaning as their tongues dance with each other. She feels his hot seed cover her hand, a little bit even landing on her thigh. Knowing it would be too much for him to keep going, she pulls it away, getting ready to turn it off.
"Don't," he mutters as he pulls away from her lips. He pushes her back and climbs over her, snatching the vibrating toy from her hands and pushing it against her clothed center.
Her eyes close as she lets out a soft whimper.
He leans down and whispers huskily into her ear.
"It's your turn."
✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯
idk why my brain works the way it does but I love whiny matt.
TAGLIST🍑
@bernardsgf @bernardsleftbootycheek @blahbel668 @mattfrfr @gdsvhtwa @sturniolo-aali @lily-loves-struniolos @kynda-avery @causeidontlikeagoldrush
@st7rnioioss @carolinalikesthings @mattslolita @suyqa @xxloveralways14 @pepsiimaxx @judespoision
@ivonchetooo1239 @imaslut4kehlani @that-general-simp @m4stermindd @itzdarling @gigisworldsstuff @adoreindie @braindead4l @pettydollie @chrissgirlsstuff @alexis007 @ratatioulle @yamamasjumpercables @luv4kozume @sturnioloslurps @kqyslyho3
189 notes · View notes
hotchfiles · 1 month
Text
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ too busy being yours ❞ ─ a we could be love blurb
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!rossi!reader. summary: you're pretty much in love with your boss. and he's pretty into you too. but if being your boss wasn't bad enough, he's also your dad's best friend. content warnings: valentine's fluff! no romance involved tho. just friends being friends and sleeping into each other's embrace. as friends do. might not be totally inclusive to full italian girls (?). two idiots in love making rossi seem worse than he is. word count: 2k+. a/n: the bau!rossi!verse begins. i never proof read anything.
Tumblr media
being single during valentine's day was already bad, hearing your own father's romantic plans for the evening only made it worse. the humiliating truth of not having the same game as david rossi was daunting, but you didn't have the italian vibes to use in your favor like he did, and you were pathetically in love with your boss and that made every single man look awful in comparison.
"what about you baby rossi, any saucy plans for tonight?" your eyes shoot daggers at derek for making the question, bringing everyone's attention to your warm cheeks.
"apparently i have to look for a ride home, saucy enough?" your father shrugs with an apologetic glance at your answer, he usually took you home but wouldn't have the time to today. that's what you get for carpooling.
between dates and the bar, you were getting out of options and was about to accept your fate: you would have to take the subway. you weren't sure how spencer did it so often, specially with his particularity with germs and people, you absolutely hated it, it was too tiring, too loud.
you run up the stairs to get to hotch's office, handing him your reports, slightly out of breath.
"you were quick with these." it's a praise with a hidden quip: you were always the last one to hand yours, not only a natural procrastinator, but you were the last one to join the unit, you still struggled with some of the bureaucracy.
"trying to avoid rush hour, taking the subway today."
"i can take you home–" he seems surprised by his own response, or by how quick he offered that ride. your address is somewhere on your files but he doesn't truly know where you live. he couldn't even shrug it off saying it was on his way home.
"don't you have a date? i mean–wouldn't this make you late for anything?" you hope dearly that you didn't make it obvious that you just wanted to know if he was seeing someone. it's obviously too much to hope for, he knows.
and he smiles sweetly, softly. he tries his best to keep it innocent. "no plans today, just me, my bed... and some popcorn i think."
you chew on the inside of your cheeks softly thinking about your next move. hotchner had slipped through conversation earlier that jack had a sleepover planned, so by that logic, he would be alone, just like you. 
he wasn’t exactly subtly about his interest in you, but he somewhat tried to conceal it, asking him out on a date seemed too pushy. 
“those are exactly my plans… you could maybe stay over for a bit, then? maybe?” your eyes glow with the expectation as you ask him, fingers busy with your necklace to soothe yourself. “we might have to pick garcia up at some point of the night, though, if that’s okay.” you were always tasked with drunk penelope anytime you bailed on them as a punishment. 
you didn’t mind, drunk garcia was fun garcia, but if aaron accepted your invitation, you hoped there wouldn’t be any interruptions. 
movies and popcorn are innocent enough, that’s the first thing on his mind, it can be innocent, and even when he tries to talk himself down of what could lead to very bad bad choices, your mention of garcia tips him over the edge. it was just friends hanging out. definitely. 
“yeah… i mean, yeah sure, that sounds fun. i have to keep myself awake until later than usual in case jack calls me anyway.” you nod more to yourself and offer him a shy smile, just before he hands you more papers. “oh yeah–you’ve got yourself a few more work hours, though.”
Tumblr media
the ride to your place is anything but silent. your phone keeps buzzing, signaling the BAU gals group chat wants details of what’s happening but you and aaron barely notice it as conversation flows easily between you two.
you ask him about jack’s sleepover and the sleeping later ordeal and he tells you how on his first sleepover jack gave up and called him to pick him up at almost 1am. “when the fun was over he just wanted his bed. driving the moment i woke was a terrible experience.” 
that was years ago and he still waits for that clock to hit 1am before sleeping. just in case his baby needs him.
you can feel your insides turn into mush, the way he cares always from the smallest to the biggest ways reminding you of why falling for him was so desperately easy. “that’s incredibly sweet of you, aaron.”  
the informality catches him off guard, but he welcomes it, loving the way his name sounds leaving your lips. “he’s a sweet kid, much more cooperative than drunk garcia, i can assure you.” 
you laugh at his joke and it’s silent for mere seconds before he finally asks the question, the one question on his mind since you walked into his office earlier. why? why don’t you have a date? why aren’t you at the bar? how can you even be single?
“i don’t have a lot of free time, aaron. i’m… busy.” you both know that’s not a lie. but you could try to make time if you were interested, you could’ve gone out today. unfortunately, when you found yourself having feelings for someone, you couldn’t bring yourself to look for someone else. all the other men seemed so incredibly dull compared to the one taking you home, and you couldn’t but compare when you were with any other. 
“you had free time tonight.” he’s pushing it and he knows it. he shouldn’t be asking so many questions about your dating life, he shouldn’t pry when he knew himself well enough to be certain he wouldn’t make any moves on you. younger, beautiful, funny, smart… and the daughter of his closest friend. all the reasons he was so smitten were also the reasons he told himself he shouldn’t lead you on. 
you deserved someone your age, with no baggage, or at least one lighter than his. someone with more time to spare, who could take your mind out of the job and not keep you on it. and definitely someone who didn’t go to jazz clubs with your father. 
still, his hands are firm on the wheel, turning left to get to your house. 
“i’m not wasting my free time on guys i meet at bars on valentine’s day.” he smirks, finding a good spot to park his car without saying anything else. he’s delighted by your answers even though it isn’t fair.
he gets ready to leave the car but you stop him, tapping his thigh lightly (it sends shivers up his spine but he’s getting good at pretending not to feel it). “better get your go bag.” you see confusion on his eyes and that known furrowed brow directed at you. “you’re not gonna be comfortable in a suit. you can change to your spare.”
he hadn’t thought about that, it would definitely defy the purpose of a quiet relaxing movie night if he was all dressed up in his well known work attire. so he does as instructed and gets his go bag from the backseat, even though he’s getting more and more anxious by the second. the innocent friends movie night he made himself believe looking more and more like he was sleeping over. 
you give him the tour of your apartment–a gift from your dad when you graduated from the academy, not that anyone really needed to know how spoiled you were–and show him the bathroom where he could change. or shower. he has his go bag after all. 
you go to your room to do just that, trying not to let the thoughts of him possibly being naked and under your shower flood your mind as you take the quickest shower you’ve ever taken in your life. 
as you move from your own bathroom to your closet to get your pajamas you’re suddenly very aware of what’s really happening. you really did invite him to your apartment. this was a date. but it couldn’t be a date, did he see it as a date? being so very infatuated by him and knowing well he had some sort of interest in you was very very different than acting on it. your dad would kill you if he knew. and aaron. and you again, possibly, if he knew it was your doing to initiate it. 
instead of your usual thin fabric short shorts and tank top you wear to sleep, you decide to be decent, black silk loose pants, old university t-shirt, cotton robe, socks and fluffy slippers. anything that could maybe show you are totally just thinking about watching some fun movies with a friend. 
you take two blankets and two pillows with you as you leave your bedroom, the sound of the shower being turned off making your feet almost run to get everything ready. the couch turning into a bed with a bit of struggle to unfold it. you made sure each blanket and pillow were on each side of it, as far as possible from each other. 
popcorn! you need to make popcorn, that’s the first thing you think when you hear the door unlocking, going straight for the kitchen and putting a bag on your microwave. as it popped you got cheese strings and butter out of your fridge. if you couldn’t blow his mind in better ways, you could at least get him hooked to your special cheesy buttered popcorn. 
“i’m making myself way too comfortable, i think.” his voice is smooth and relaxed and when you look back he’s leaning into the frame, his hair is wet and he’s wearing matching black sweatpants and a hoodie you’ve never seen him wear. 
for a moment you just want to kiss him and forget about any debate morality could bring to ruin it, but instead you laugh and take the popcorn out of the microwave and drop its content into a bowl, spreading some butter on top and dropping a few strings of cheese on it before putting the bowl on the microwave. 
“casa mia è casa tua.” your italian is a bit rusty but it still works as a charmer, “go pick us the most terrible looking romcom you can find while i finish this.”
“romcom, huh?” he asks and you can just hear the teasing in his tone. 
“you didn’t think we were going for some documentary, right?” you use a spoon to mix the popcorn to the melted butter and cheese when it’s out of the microwave, and follow him to the living room, “we’re gonna eat this cheesy, buttered, absolutely heart-swelling popcorn and make fun of some terrible, terrible movie love tropes.”
you do just that, and it’s awkward at first, the both of you wanting to be closer but also not feeling like you should cross that barrier, but as the night went on, the more you shared that popcorn, the more laughs you shared, the closer you got on that couch, specially after he tried to rub his greased fingers on your face, making you do the same to him. 
one movie becomes two, and then three, and somewhere in between him telling you about the dates he would take haley as a teen, making you laugh at how sweet and romantic he always was, and you telling him about your first kiss and how terrible it was, you both fall asleep. your head on his chest, his arms around you. 
jack doesn’t call, and if emily tried to get you to pick up garcia you definitely didn’t see it. 
it’s the first time you both share such an intimate moment, and it is just that. sleeping in each other’s arms. aaron even wakes up in the middle of the night, 3am striking on the clock on your wall. he wasn’t even able to freak out and overthink anything about it, the comfort of your smell making him hug you tighter and close his eyes again. 
he could deal with it in the morning.
162 notes · View notes
wonwooslibrary · 3 months
Text
svt as boyfriends ♡ joshua edition
Tumblr media
member: joshua x reader genre: established relationship, bullet points word count: 738 summary: joshua's boyfriend things ;) warnings: mentions of food and i think that's it! let me know if i missed anything! author's note: y'all i am almost two whole days late with this oh god it keeps getting worse. i am...very tired haha i've been working a lot to build up some money while i'm not in school so yeah. i lowkey forgot about joshua/taehyung day until i opened twitter and saw people talking abt shua and i was like WAIT THAT IS TODAY anyway moral of the story i'm tired and need a break but here is the joshua fic we've all been waiting for! ily all and enjoy <3
Tumblr media
He lowkey gives the vibes of like. The foreign exchange student bf with a relationship with a deadline 
He’s the silly bf!!! 
He’s also one of the members I see the least as a boyfriend so this is going to be interesting to write…
Quality Time 
Mans is a fan of everything fr !!! He absolutely loves spending time with you and your shared group of friends 
Loves doing silly little activities with you like making bracelets and painting 
He might just be the artsy bf we all want 
Joshua loves to go to different places with you like thrift stores, arcades, cafes, literally anything as long as he is with you <3
Loves the feeling of mixing his friend groups - the day you meet his friends aka his brothers he will be imploding with love for everyone 
Is the “i get bored easily” bf so y’all gotta be doing like ten different things at once 
Will totally ask you to dance or just close your eyes and be with him when a slow song comes on at a party / get together / playing music at home 
Words of Affirmation
You totally call him Joshy or Shua and he loves every minute of it bc he thinks it’s cute 
“Darling, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?” SCREECHING 
Believes the relationship revolves around pet names (ie. baby, sweetie, darling) he's adorable 
Is always proud of you and encouraging!!! 
Likes to leave little notes for you around the house. Maybe by your favorite drink in the fridge that reads, “I got these for you. stay hydrated, love” 
At the beginning of the relationship he was so formal with you, that it took him saying “I love you” for the first time to relax for five seconds LOL 
Physical Touch
Joshua loves handholding ‼️
This man always wants to have some sort of contact with you, whether that be holding hands, linking fingers or rubbing your back
Loves having you sit on his lap or lay your legs across his 
His go-to move when you are in public is linking your pinkies together (how cute :3) 
Leans on you when he laughs because he cannot sit still 
I feel like Joshua would like. move his fingers on your leg in the way of playing piano keys but with guitar if that makes sense? Like where the frets are? Idk
Is also the type to be scared of touching you in front of others until you explicitly tell him that it's okay
Acts of Service 
Loves doing the chores for you
“Hey, baby, I'm gonna fill my water bottle. Do you need me to fill yours?” 
Or even a, “hey i borrowed your car, but i filled the tank before bringing it back” we love a man who can afford to fill a vehicle’s tank at this point in time
Likes to bring you lunch once or twice a week --- he’ll make it himself and pack it in a cute little bag and everything 
Helps you in little ways like folding the laundry or helping you pick out outfits on those days that you struggle to do anything 
Is always there for you when literally anything happens. You need someone to help fix your car? He’s on the phone finding a shop. You can’t reach a high shelf or your back hurts too much to bend down to get something from a low cupboard? He’s right there ready to help
Gift Giving 
I touched on this a tiny bit earlier but !! handmade jewelry omg he would make matching bracelets for y’all or even a necklace or earrings for you if bracelets interfere with your job
Always buys little trinkets that remind him of you or your relationship 
“Hey I found this little glass rose decoration and it reminded me of the time i got you flowers when i asked you out the first time” 
HE WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE CUTE SHY SMILE WHEN HE GIVES YOU SOMETHING TOO as if you’ll ever tell him that you dislike something he got for you 
He would also love if you gave him gifts too like, “hey joshy I got this little container that can help you keep your beads organized” and he’s melt into a puddle of goo onto your living room floor 
Also gets something for you (usually your favorite snack or drink) when you’re especially sad or stressed out - like a super gift instead of his regular daily gifts or something 
Idk just know he’s really sweet and enjoys crafting
155 notes · View notes
wannaeatramyeon · 9 months
Note
Hi~ can I request "committed relationship with lookism boys" headcannons (such as samuel, jake, gun, eli)? Sorry if it's too much and thank you in advance! 💙
Hi anon, thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay! Of course you can but how dare you leave off our Goofy and also Viiiin. I've got quite a few hc floating around (latest one here for almost everyone). Let's do committed committed though.
Do I have to mention that I hc most of the Lookism guys as romantics in their own way?
Lookism Boys in committed relationships (longer term etc.)
The usual - Sammy, Jake, Gun, Eli, Goo, Vin
Tumblr media
Samuel Seo
Being in a committed relationship, or really a relationship at all isn't something he has thought much about but with the right person it can work.
He wants the whole thing - engagement, marriage, kids.
Proposal would be something more traditional and romantic than you would expect.
Likely booking out the fanciest restaurant, enjoying a candlelit dinner followed shortly with Sammy down on one knee with a diamond ring the size of your fist.
Honestly, everything would be a little bit of a spectacle. Used as much to express his love to you as well as his power and status so it's not going to be quiet or chill.
Wants someone that will stay by his side and wants all the formalities to go with it.
The piece of paper saying you're legally married, in sickness and in health, for better or worse would mean a lot to him, though he would never express it.
As always with this guy, fingers crossed he's had a buttload of therapy especially before any kids come along.
Tumblr media
Jake Kim
Hmm, let's leave anything longer term until after he retires from Big Deal.
Obviously a romantic, though he does not want a repeat of his dad, where he leaves you at home and he's off gallivanting doing gangster shit.
It goes without saying but to clarify: Jake is a one woman man. If he's in a relationship with you, nothing will ever make him turn his head.
Like Sammy, wants to experience everything with you by his side. The marriage, the kids, the growing old together.
As the head of Big Deal though, he knows that he would not be able to give you the attention you deserve.
Doesn't ask you to wait for him, he could never get in the way of your happiness though he desperately wishes that you would.
And of course you do, it's Jake!
Meeting his mother, that force of a woman, wife of Gapryong Kim, might be the most intimidating experience of your life. You leave in awe and a little in love with her yourself.
Tumblr media
Gun Park
Actually did think marriage would be on the cards, although one of convenience rather than love.
(It would come as a very pleasant and welcome surprise that his life turns out that way.)
If it was an arranged/convenient marriage then you'll barely see him tbh. And he would expect an open marriage.
If Gun loves you, then this guy is traditional as hell in a committed relationship, and a romantic too.
Will get you a gifts sent to your work, bouquet of roses, or just buy you something because it reminds him of you. Remembers anniversaries and make sure there is something special prepared.
That antique necklace you said you liked in passing? It's on your pillow the next day. That place you said you wanted to see? You're going that weekend.
Yes to engagement, yes to marriage, yes to kids.
The proposal would be something very specific and sentimental to you both. The wedding, less so. He has a lot of customs he would need to follow being head of the Yamazaki Clan and Gun being who he is.
With kids, doesn't matter what gender, Gun would mould them to be his masterpiece.
Tumblr media
Eli Jang
Quite honestly didn't expect a long term or committed relationship to be on the cards. (He should really be focusing on Yenna instead of gallivanting around playing loan shark with 5A - ahem).
Most responsible parents would take a while before introducing you to their kid, but with Eli - has the vibe that oh shit something has come up with 5A and will dump Yenna on you.
What can I say, it's been obvious that this guy's logic and critical thinking isn't his strong point.
Doesn't really care for all the formalities of long term relationships, the expectation of marriage but isn't opposed to it. Besides, it would be good to have the extra bit of added stability for Yenna.
Would have a small intimate wedding with just the nearest and dearest.
Likely to also get a couples tattoo too (have you seen the H on his FOREHEAD? That guy is BOLD.)
Can't imagine him actually wanting more kids, the first time round was traumatic enough.
However, if you really want more then he will consider it. Especially because it would be pretty cute for Yenna to be the older sis.
Tumblr media
Goo Kim
Hard to get this guy to commit to you in the first place. He generally only has one thought: mind on his money and money on his mind.
Will be hard for this guy to admit his feelings for you, and whether he truly misses you or if it's just his clingy nature.
Once in a relationship, expect to be spoiled. What's the point of making all this if you can't enjoy it? And even though the gifts might not be to your taste (and in all honesty, pretty ostentatious), it's the thought that counts.
With long term plans, Goo is pretty easy-going and happy to go with the flow.
If you want to get married, just say the word. A little backyard wedding or hiring the most expensive wedding in Seoul - go for it.
Want a lil sparkle on your ring finger or none at all, also fine too.
Hint: best wedding present for him? Get him some swords.
Fence-sitter with kids, but if you want them then he can be swayed. Let's just enjoy more of our youth and our freedom first.
Tumblr media
Vin Jin
Ahhh he's a secret cheeseball. Although maybe it's not so secret. He is SOFT for you, in his own standoffish way. Thinks he's cool about it but it's obvious to everyone.
Doesn't think too much long term and doesn't feel the need to get married. He's committed to you, he shows you, he tells you and feels that that's enough.
More likely for you guys to get hitched with a quickie wedding where you may or may not be drunk.
And then the morning after and nursing a hangover, Vin thinks huh. This is sorta nice.
You guys don't really do the engagement ring or wedding ring thing. There'll be something just as sentimental like a couples necklace.
Besides, who wouldn't be able to tell you're together with your constant couple outfits.
Kids? Ehh. Vin likes the idea of them but not the responsibility. If it'll happen, it'll happen.
357 notes · View notes
petitemistletoe · 3 months
Note
rewrite your elvis fic why’d you only call me when you’re high but with one of the marauders?
Title: Why'd You Only Call me When You're High?
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Warnings: smut, angst, drugs, old school rocker vibes
Word Count: 1.9K+
A/N: this could only be written about Sirius I'm sorry! He's so rockstar coded! happy holidays y'all :)
Tumblr media
… The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you
… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"
Sirius finished his line of coke, flipping his head up and sniffing harshly. He gave himself a long look in the mirror. He looked great, obviously: leather jacket over a bare chest, a tangle silver and gold necklaces of varying lengths cascading down his neck to his chest. Most of his tattoos were visible and his pair of leather pants were impossibly tight. His fingers were adorned with a number of rings and his hair was that perfect combination of messed up and carefully styled. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were so dark from the eyeliner or from the lack of sleep. 
Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had had a solid night of sleep, but that was the nature of touring. Of course his bandmates weren’t like he was. James was boring and married with a kid, who Sirius obviously doted on, but James spent all his time when they weren’t performing or practicing with Lily and Harry. Remus was dating this guy Grant who really got under Sirius’s skin. Was it because Sirius and Remus had had a fling, an excellent mind-blowing fling, and when Remus pushed for more Sirius said no and Remus moved onto Grant? Maybe. Was it because Grant was disgustingly kind and sweet and felt like the absolute antithesis of Sirius? Maybe. Was it because Grant had gotten Remus into tea and biscuits rather than coke and pills? Maybe it was that too. And then there was Peter. Peter, bless his heart, tried his absolute best but the coke made his nose bleed, pills made him constipated, and liquor made him vomit. So most nights after a show, James would go home to Lily and Harry, Remus would go home to Grant, Peter would go home to god knows who (probably his cats or gerbils or whatever), and Sirius would go anywhere but home. 
He had liked groupies, townies, the international girls and guys, but he liked you most of all. You were a bit of a forbidden fruit, you were his brother Regulus’s best friend, but that made it all the more appealing. Sirius only went home, only spent the night in his bed, if he knew you would be there too. 
Sirius dialed your number as he made his way home in the backseat of his limo. He was rolling something that he wasn’t sure if it was a joint or a cigarette as the phone rang. He did a double take as he drove past Newt Scamander’s house. Newt Scamander was an old school rocker, a living legend basically, and even though he was a little past his prime looks-wise, he was still a sex symbol. But it wasn’t just Newt’s house that caused Sirius’s double take, it was the fact that he thought he saw walking out of Newt’s house, carrying your phone in one hand and your heels in the other. Sirius shook the thought from his brain, figuring that he was so high he probably just saw a tree branch or something. Sirius got your voicemail but he knew, despite the late hour, that you were not asleep. He dialed you again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard your voice.
“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You sounded annoyed but he just laughed it off as he walked into his house, stepping out of his boots and kicking them off somewhere, stripping his sweaty clothes haphazardly and letting them fall off his body haphazardly. 
“That’s how you answer the phone? No hi?” Sirius teased, falling back on his bed and stretching his sore muscles. 
“Hi.” You said pointedly, “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”
“I’m not high.” Sirius said, taking a long drag of his spliff. 
“It’s three in the morning, Sirius.”
“Come over baby.” Sirius crooned. 
“You’re still talking the same shite you always did.” You were rolling your eyes, Sirius knew you were. 
“It’s harder and harder to get you to listen, baby.” Sirius said, a bite of annoyance coming through. He was on the come down from his earlier line and and was getting irritated. 
“Luckily for you I’m incapable of making alright decisions. I’ll see you in a few.” You disconnected the call. 
Sirius finished his spliff and began to roll another one. There were a few messages on his phone from James, he was probably up at one of those late night feedings for Harry. He started to read through them when he heard his door open and shut and after a few moments you were in his bedroom, crawling your way up the bed towards him. 
“That was fast.” Sirius frowned. Usually it took you at least fifteen minutes to get from your place to his, even in the dead of night when no one was out on the street. 
“You complaining?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head as you straddled him. Sirius was going to question things more but suddenly your tits were in his face and he forgot all about that. 
… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite
I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
He buried his face between your tits and groaned,
“This is my favorite place in the absolute world.”
“Well make yourself useful, Black, and stimulate my nipples.” You said, gripping his hair harshly. Sirius obliged, wrapping his lips around one of your hard nipples and his nimble fingers flew to other one, tweaking and pinching it. You were grinding down in his lap against his hard-on until his lips moved from nipples up around the curvature of your breast, then up your clavicle, then up your neck, until he got up to your lips. Before he could connect his lips to yours, you pulled back and made your way down his body and wrapped your hand around his cock. Sirius gasped as you ran your hand between your legs to lubricate it and then started jerking Sirius off. You laid flat on your stomach between Sirius’s legs and continued jerking him as you lightly sucked one of his balls into your mouth. Sirius went from the light gasps to strangled, intense moans and he felt like his lungs were about the collapse. 
“Get up,” he choked out, “I need to be inside you.”
You lifted yourself up and without much warning you seated yourself on Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned and held your hips hard in place, preventing you from moving. 
“Sirius, come on.” You whined, your nose touching his as you tried to move again. Sirius released his grip and started fucking up into you hard. Sirius lifted his jaw, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You pulled away harshly, pushing yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his chest. Sirius thought about saying something but then you moved your hips in the most delicious way and he forgot all about it. Sirius pulled you off of him and flipped you over, bending you over so your chest and face were pressed against the mattress and your hips were up in the air. There was a tattoo at the base of your back that had have been new. He pushed into you, his hands grasping your hips like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff. 
He was close, so so close to finishing, but he was distracted by the tattoo on your back. It looked like a constellation, it was vaguely familiar looking, maybe it was something that he had studied in an astronomy course. One of the stars on the constellations was darker than the rest and it had a small green glow mark around it. 
“Did you snort too much or something? I’m getting rug burn here.” You said, turning and looking over your shoulder at Sirius. Sirius’s eyes snapped back up to yours and as he locked eyes with you he came. He always tried to pull out but he was caught off guard this time that he came inside you.
Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas
… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?”
“Fuck Sirius!” You snapped, jumping off him and running to the bathroom. 
“Sorry,” Sirius murmured. It was weird…that tattoo was so so weird. It felt like something was sitting on chest he was so strangled by the idea that he had seen that exact constellation before.
“Fuck Sirius,” you repeated, walking back into his room and shaking your head, “I gotta get a morning after pill tomorrow.” You walked over to Sirius’s discarded tight leather pants and pulled out a few crumpled up bills that were in his pockets. “This is why I fucking hate having sex with you when you’re high.”
“I’m not high,” Sirius said weakly, still staring at your tattoo as you were bent over digging through his pockets.
“You only ever call me when you’re high.” You said, straightening up and starting to pull on your clothes.
“You aren’t staying?” Sirius felt like he was running out of time.
“I, uh, have to be up in the morning so I need to have an…early night.” You said, not looking Sirius in the eyes. 
“Am I starting to bore you baby?”
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"
… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I
It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time
I haven't found all I was hopin' to find
You said you gotta be up in the mornin'
Gonna have an early night
And you're startin' to bore me, baby
“I’m fine, Sirius. I just have an early morning.” You said in a snippier tone than Sirius had ever expected to hear from you.
“What’s that tattoo on your back?” Sirius stormed across the room and grabbed you by the arm harshly. 
“It’s the constellation Leo.” You snapped back, glaring up at Sirius.
“And what’s the glow on that star?” Sirius didn’t know why he was getting so upset but his blood pressure was only continuing to rise as he looked at you and thought about that tattoo.
“You really don’t know?” You smiled cruelly. “You really don’t recognize it.”
“What is it?” Sirius could feel his nose bleeding and he wiped at it. There was a streak of smeared blood on his cupid’s bow.
“It’s the star Regulus.” You grinned.
“Why’d you have to be such a bitch?” Sirius screamed.
“Why’d you have to be?” You retorted.
“Why’d you always lie?”
“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?”
187 notes · View notes
jjsbank444 · 11 months
Text
Sunsets and Seashells - Rafe Cameron
Hello!! I have been sooo excited to share this one. It's literally my baby and I'm so happy with how it turned out.🥹 It is a long one though! I was tempted to write a part 2 to this, but I don’t think it needs it! More than happy (and actually very keen) to write a few blurbs relating to the storyline or characters though if anyone had any ideas relating to this or any follow up questions you would like for me to elaborate on using some blurbs.🥰
Absolutely no warnings, just pure and utter fluff, total soulmate and soft Rafe Cameron vibes, lots of childhood summer flashbacks and parallels. Rafe is a normal guy in this and Ward and Rose are actually decent parents/stepparents lol.
Trope: Childhood best friends to strangers to lovers. Word Count: 12K+
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Sending all the love! xoxo
Tumblr media
‘Everything happens for a reason’ was a sentence that Y/N lived her life by. No matter where the wind blew her, who she lost or what she gained, she was certain it was for a reason. There was no way that everything that happened, every day, and who she became was without purpose.
She felt her signature sentence bubbling away inside her heart as she opened the huge patio doors, and grazed her fingertips over the distressed wooden tables of her forever dream. Her own bakery and coffee shop in the Figure 8 of Outer Banks. A single tear drop escaped her eyes – a happy tear – as she kissed her seashell necklace, just as she did every time something significant happened in her life. A milestone, a heartbreak, a celebration or let down. Her necklace was there with her to experience it all as if it was impeded in her chest and became one with her over the last decade and a bit.
She took a deep breath of the fresh, sea salty air that was all too familiar to her and yet so unknown that she almost forgot how long it’s been since her last visit. As she carried inside the parasols and rattan chairs ready to lock up the now finally finished coffee house, in preparation for her big opening on Monday tomorrow, an excited squeal escaped her lips and she couldn’t help but do a happy jump. ‘She finally made it’ she thought. All her hard work in the past few years to be able to start over in the place she loved more than anything in the world, was finally paying off. She was home.
After turning her shiny key in the lock, and throwing her tote bag over her shoulder, she made her way towards her new apartment that she got to call hers. She couldn’t keep her eye off the beautiful ocean waves, crashing into the shore than retrieving so rhythmically, she was sure her heartbeat started matching it. Although she was back now for almost a week, she spent sunrise to sunset – sometimes even later – refurbishing her bakery building alongside a crew of working men who have been following every one of her instructions even before she moved back, operating the renovation from afar. She knew exactly how she wanted her bakery to look, both inside and out and therefore it all had to be perfect. So, for the last week, although her apartment could’ve done with her boxes being unpacked and clothes being transferred from suitcases into her wardrobe, her priorities were painting the walls in her coffee shop, hanging up plants and making pretty table decorations from the second she woke up until she was no longer capable of keeping her eyes open.
As she walked the route for the first time with the sun still shining so bright, she noticed that there were so many unfamiliar faces were occupying the sand with their towels. Both adults and children, every one of them with their faces painted with either a smile or remainders of chocolate and strawberry ice cream. 
But alongside the sea of unknown, she gasped as she recognised the same spot on the beach, just south of the old, cracked wooden pier with a patch of grass at the foot of it that she remembered all too well. She let her legs wander towards the spot that her and her family used to call theirs each time they spent a day on the beach ever since she was in diapers. It had the perfect amount of sun and shade, sand and grass and it was almost unbelievable that it still looked just the same as on her holiday pictures and vague childhood memory.
Y/N couldn’t help herself as she took a seat exactly where she used to up until the age of 12, which was the last time she was at the Outer Banks. And although she had been visiting since she was in diapers, she only met him a few years later. But before there was a last summer with him, there had to have been a first one, and it was for sure a memorable one.
It was a hot day in the outer banks. Y/N was only 5 years old, just about old enough to have a wander around on the beach on her own with the supervision of her mum and auntie who were lying on two beach loungers as she was playing beside their feet on a towel, in the shade as she was covered by a parasol to prevent her getting sunburnt.
She was decorating her first sandcastle that she built all by herself – and of course the mould she used to get the shape of the sand right – with seashells and little rocks that she picked up from beside her. She was humming along to a tune she heard earlier from one of her favourite cartoons, storing the melody in her brain.
“Mummy, Auntie, look” – She shouted to get the attention of the two women, pointing proudly at her sandcastle with a toothy – or more like, lack of – grin on her face as she clapped her hands together, feeling so accomplished.
“That looks lovely darling!” Her auntie replied excitedly, which made Y/N blush ever so slightly, enjoying the praise she received.
She continued staring at her creation, until another shadow occurred above her castle. Confused, she looked up to find a little boy, her age standing over her with a scrunched-up nose and annoyed expression.
“My sandcastle is bigger than yours.” She stated while he turned around and pointed to a sandcastle that had a tower on either side of it, most definitely bigger than the one Y/N put together. The boy crossed his arms over his chest in anticipation of her reply.
“Yeah, but mine is prettier” She shrugged her shoulders, not bothered by his harsh tone as she smiled at him kindly. To her reply, the boy let out a huff and tapped his foot against the sand, irritated that she wasn’t reciprocating the attention that he wanted.
“That doesn’t matter. Mine is still bigger” He rolled his eyes as he stuck a tongue out at her, causing a small crease to appear in between her eyebrows.
“Do you want to build an even bigger one with me? I can help you put shells on it to make it pretty!” Y/N offered with hope and excitement in her voice. The boy wanted to say no, but the idea of building a huge sandcastle sounded so exciting to him and he couldn’t lie, he did quite like how the shells looked on the one that she did. So he agreed, putting a hand out towards her, waiting for her to grab onto it and pull herself up as they made their way towards a clear spot in between both their families, bringing their buckets along and got to work.
“What’s your name?” He asked her after a few seconds of shovelling sand away to make a smooth area in the sand that can be big enough for their castle.
“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” She asked as she looked over at him, small freckles on his nose, dirty blonde hair in his eyes and a pair of blue swim trucks on him with a small white vest covering his chest.
“I’m Rafe.”
That was the start of everything happy and hopeful between the pair. They became inseparable from that day onwards. That summer, Y/N couldn’t leave her auntie’s house where she was staying for the happiest 8 weeks of her life without inviting Rafe wherever she went, even if it was just grocery shopping with her aunt. Similarly, Rafe was joined to her by his hip, always having to have sleepovers, and finding new cartoons they liked, playing cars and dolls and drinking hot chocolate huggled up on the sofa at Tanneyhill. Conveniently, it turned out that Y/N’s aunties house was exactly 4 doors down from Rafe’s, so considering how often their parent’s had to make the commute, it worked out exactly as it was meant to.
As they were too young to spend time on their own, they were often supervised either by the Camerons’ or by Y/N’s auntie and mother. The family have grown fond of each other over the few weeks, thanks to the beautiful that Y/N and Rafe have built in a matter of weeks. And it was difficult to say goodbye when the warm sea breeze started having a chill to it and with that summer turned to autumn.
They both cried having to say goodbye on the last Sunday of August. They hugged each other so tight that their family’s worried they would both lose circulation in their bodies.
“Promise you’ll come back next summer.” Rafe sniffled, unstoppable salty tears flowing down his face. He felt embarrassed for such a reaction, but he couldn’t help his heart aching at his new best friend’s departure.
“I promise Rafe.” Y/N extended her pinky finger out towards him, who gladly took it and  curled his own against hers. And with that they knew their friendship had only began.
A small sad smile appeared on her face at the memory as she realised that the sun was now setting, taking it as a queue to make her way back to her apartment, ready for opening day.
Monday morning rolled around at lightspeed, and Y/N found herself at work, in the middle of lunchtime, on her first day open. The bakery was a hit to say the least. Every table was taken, with people having conversations alongside fluffy cappuccinos and cinnamon swirls. There was a queue out the patio doors, with people peaking over the lines to see what treats they could find behind the counter glass. Kids running around excitedly for their chocolate milk shakes and Y/N had to pinch herself to believe it was real. She made this happen and it was all hers.
The girl she hired about a week ago, Daisy, was amazing, so friendly and cheery that she felt like she made a friend right away in her. Her latte arts made people smile and praise her as they put a dollar or two in the tip jar. She was a hard worker but seemed to have so much fun as she hummed and danced around to the music playing from the stereos.
Y/N was on counter duty, serving up all her freshly baked goodies, running them to all the people who took a seat with a kind and excited smile on her face that people swooned over. She enjoyed getting to chat with people as they chose their order, putting them through the till and giving them a piece of her each time an order was fulfilled. She met so many new people that her heart was filled to the brim with joy of the possibilities of some of these wonderful people becoming her regular customers.
The day went by at a blink of an eye and before she realised, it was 4pm. The lunchtime rush now over, her and Daisy were in the process of cleaning up and getting their first closing duties underway. As she was wiping down the tables and pushing the chairs back in their rightful places, she heard the bell over the door ring, making her turn around with a welcoming smile on her face.
“Sorry. Are you still open?” Asked a guy wearing a checked shirt and chino trousers, with a cap back to front. He looked at Y/N unsure, not wanting to cause any inconvenience but wanting to see what this place was. It’s not often that a new business opens in the Outer Banks, especially one that people talk about so highly just after one day of opening.
“Yes, of course!” Y/N wiped her hands on her apron, a little flustered. The man standing in front of her looked absolutely beautiful with his chiselled cheeks and blue eyes, meanwhile she was covered in sweat and crumbs and she was sure she smelled like coffee and cream.
“What can I get you?” She hurried over to the counter and stood behind the till, while waiting for the guy to make his way towards her. He was squinting at the menu as well as the glass holder that only had a few pastries left in it, as after all it was late afternoon by the time he got round to arriving there.
“I’ll take a latte. And this brownie please.” He pointed out after a little time of hesitation, then walked over to the till where he pulled his card out ready to pay.
“That will be $7.50 please.” She confirmed smiling, to which he nodded and tapped his card. She got to work on his coffee, Daisy being busy at the back stacking and unloading the dishwashers in preparation for tomorrow morning.
“This place looks great!” He exclaimed, looking around for a moment until his eyes darted back to her. She was beautiful with a beaming smile that already had his heart rate picking up.
“Thank you! I hoped people would like it!” She answered as she looked at him, while frothing the milk for his coffee.
“This is your place?” He asked interested and a little nervous at how his question may have sounded rude, as if he couldn’t imagine her owning a place like this.
“Yes. I dreamt of having a coffee shop for the longest time. It was my calling.” She chuckled as he melted at the sound of her laugh, and immediately wanted to be the cause of another one to escape her lips.
“Well, you did a good job. People are already going around praising it” He affirmed making her cheeks heat up ever so slightly at the compliment, the idea of people loving her creations causing butterflies to appear in her belly.
“Here’s your latte and brownie.” She placed the items on the counter in front of him kindly as he nodded with a tight lipped smile. He grabbed the items and said a last thank you, and made his way towards the exit. He couldn’t shake the feeling in his stomach around her though, making him turn around only to find her already staring at him, at which a slight smirk turned on the corner of his lips. He gave her a wave, which she awkwardly returned, flustered as she got caught in the act of staring at this handsome stranger.
The rest of the evening went by seamlessly, at Y/N found herself at home as she locked her front door behind her with a tired sigh. Looking around the mess in her living room – and anywhere else she looked for that matter – the signs of her recent move littered every inch of surface that could hold boxes and bags will of her belongings.
As much as she was exhausted, she knew she had to get some of this done if she wanted her home to actually feel like one. So after a quick dinner and shower, she decided to try and tackle at least one of the four corners of her living room.
As a compromise, she decided to put away the fun bits first. This included some decorative pieces she had from her home back on the mainland where she lived with her mum, books, and photo albums.
Y/N didn’t consider herself to be the sentimental type. The only items she really held onto were her memories from her younger years in the outer banks. When life was simple and bashful. But those memories she held onto strong, alongside her photo albums that her auntie put together for every summer she spent there. A total of 12 albums that she carried with her wherever she went, never even thinking about leaving a single one behind, specifically the ones peppered with pictures of Rafe and her.
She pulled out the album of age 7 and ran her fingers through the cover with the year on it. She remembered that being a difficult year as she opened up the album and started flicking through it, pulling out a picture of her and Rafe in front of a blue tent in the garden of Tanneyhill, the two of them eating an ice cream cone and laughing looking at each other, the image allowing her memories to wander.
Age 7 was the first summer she spent without her mum here in the obx, following her nasty divorce from her dad, leaving her to work full time, not being able to take the summer breaks off as she normally would every year prior. It was a strange transition, having to adjust to two houses instead of one, her dad’s new apartment’s configuration, her new room, a whole different way of living. Truth be told she struggled that year, feeling like her world turned upside down and no longer having the safety blanket of her family. At least not the way she had it before – one happy family. It came as a shock to her, later on finding out about her dad’s affair when she was old enough to understand what it meant. She felt sorry for her mum as she heard her crying every night in the beginning, her muffling her own tears into her pillow herself.
Which is why, when she stepped off that ferry that she knew all too well and saw her auntie’s excited face, she felt like she could finally take a deep breath and her problems evaporated into thin air.
The drive back to her auntie’s house was quick as always, spent chatting with her car windows rolled down and taking in the warm sea air and the sights that made her heart flutter in happiness each time. That was until she’s seen that dirty blonde mop of hair sitting on her auntie’s porch, legs bouncing up and down until he noticed the car pulling up, standing up immediately in anticipation, which truly made her heart beat out of her chest.
This was the second year he’s waited outside for her to arrive, this affair seemingly becoming routine. Y/N practically jumped out of the car the second it stopped moving and ran towards Rafe, jumping on top of him while giggling as he wrapper his arms around her and started jumping up and down out of excitement.
“Rafey, I missed you!” Y/N exclaimed as she pulled away and observed how the boy changed in the last almost 10 months. He has gotten taller, just as he did last year, hair fluffier and he was wearing a new T-shirt she had not seen before. He already looked sun kissed as permanent residents of the Outer Banks and it made her wonder what he would look like if he wasn’t always in the sun.
“Missed you too! Y/N my dad got me this huge tent for my birthday that I asked for and he said we can set it up in the garden! It will be so cool, we can sleep outside and have snacks and read magazines.” He raved excitedly, telling her all the things they have to look forward to each summer.
And so her second night that summer, she went round to Tanneyhill, had dinner with Ward, Rose, Rafe, Sarah and baby Wheezy, and with the help of Ward the two of them pulled the tent up at the furthest back point in the garden, to really feel like they were not at home. They brought out two sleeping bags that were set up next to each other, heaps of blankets and just about as many chocolate bars and bags of crisps, with all sorts of toy magazines and once dark, they changed into their pyjamas and made their way outside where they decided to stargaze before going to sleep.
Although it was dark, the summer air and a jumper kept them both warm enough to be starting at the sky as they laid on the grass, looking upwards. Although she was young, Y/N understood her family life had gotten complicated over the last few months and she almost felt guilty for having fun while her mum wasn’t able to be here.
“Rafey?” She asked for him as she turned her head towards him. At her question he let out a hum and looked her way, the two making eye contact. “Do you miss your real mum?” She asked innocently, this being their first meaningful conversation.
“Sometimes.” He answered with a little shoulder shrug as he sat up, her following in his steps. “I don’t really remember her. My dad says she was in a bad place and had to leave. I don’t know what that means.” He itched his forehead as he kept thinking about her question.
“Do you think my dad will leave?” She followed with her questions as she traced his eyes for honesty in them, hoping to find the answers.
“I think if he wanted to, he would have left by now.” Rafe reasoned, his answer making sense to him in his head as Y/N nodded taking his reply in. “But if he does, you still have your mum and auntie. And you have me and I will never leave you.” He said with such sincerity in his voice that it made Y/N tear up on the spot.
“Pinky promise me?” Y/N lifted up her finger and pulled it straight towards him. With a sweet smile, he wrapped his pinky around hers.
“Promise.”
Y/N’s heart twisted at the memory, knowing that in fact it was her that ended up leaving him and breaking their promise. There was not a summer for the past ten years where she hadn’t wished things were different, which is one of the many reasons she always knew she wanted to come back to the Outer Banks. This place always brought her happiness when she was little, and the pictures could prove that.
As she continued flicking through the current photo album, she smiled at the many photos she had with Rafe. Both so young and always so smiley around each other. Pictures of them on the beach together, playing in the waves, collecting shells, playing in the Camerons’ garden, going out on day trips around the island, eating ice cream or her auntie’s strawberries and cream sundae that they both used to adore.
An idea popped into her head the second she came across the last picture and immediately ran to her tote bag, which held her recipe notebook. It was her prized possession. All the recipes her mum or auntie taught her throughout her life, curated into one book, hand scribbled with so much love. She knew her strawberries and cream sundae had to be in there, she remembered asking her auntie how exactly she put it together, how she made the meringue that went into it and the vanilla custard between the layers. Sure enough, as she flicked through the pages, she came across it and knew immediately, she had to make the special dish her bakery’s signature, as a celebration piece for the woman she adored and missed so much.
Which is exactly what she did the following day. She made sure to stop over at the market and pick up a number of large boxes of fresh, juicy, red strawberries and got to work extra early to make everything the way she was taught. Daisy was already there, stuffing the cinnamon rolls, croissants and savoury pastries into the oven, alongside the cakes the coffee house had to offer. Y/N adjusted the till and the menu board to reflect the new arrival of the sundae and as 9 o’clock rolled around, she flicked her sign from closed to open, ready for her second day.
She truly didn’t think the café could get any busier than yesterday. However, as the morning progressed to afternoon, she found herself being rushed off her feet, along with her colleague Daisy, and she felt almost guilty for putting her in such a busy position, causing her to make a mental note to look through her previous applications again to hire a second employee.
Regardless of how busy her day was, she couldn’t help but smile as she scanned over the counter, seeing yet again only a few items remaining as the time of closing came closer, the clock striking 4pm yet again. She was proud of her achievement, she created something that people loved and she felt like she was doing justice to her aunt, which was the most important thing to her. Afterall, without the inheritance money she received, she would never have been able to afford buying her business or her flat in Figure 8. As much as she worked hard to get her business school qualification and perfected all her recipes, taught herself every form of coffee art, the money her auntie left her all those years ago was what really allowed her to follow her aspirations.
She looked happily over to the last remaining strawberry sundae in the counter, pulling out her necklace as she planted another kiss on it, feeling the need to ground herself in her gratitude.
Just as she stuffed it back under her top, the bell on the door jingled again, and the man she remembered from yesterday this time walked through, a blush creeping on her face immediately, her hands growing clammy and heart rate picking up. She cursed herself mentally at her body’s reaction to this man she only met once and she wanted to smack herself, shouting at herself to just get it together. He did look incredible though. He was wearing a long sleeve, slightly loose top and the same trousers as yesterday, his buzzed off head now on display as he ditched the cap from the day before. This brought out his sharp features even more, and she was convinced she has never seen a man that she would happily describe as beautiful until him.
“Hi!” She choked out from behind the counter as she sent a smile his way, his eyes finding her immediately. She had to look away from him for a second, feeling his gaze burning into her so strong, she was convinced he warmed up her blood to boiling temperature as everything suddenly felt hotter, which was hardly possible with all the ovens turned on behind her.
“Hi.” He sent her a shy smile, as he stepped closer to the counter, hand resting against the wooden table as he now stood in front of her, towering over her small frame. Her hair was tied into a loose bun today as opposed to yesterday’s ponytail, a few shorter strands lingering around her face and his fingers itched to reach out and tuck them behind her ear. But considering they didn’t know each other like that, he refrained of touching her, no matter how much he wanted to.
“What can I get you today?” She asked with such kindness in her voice, that he was sure he was melting on the spot. She had this angelic look about her, with her glowing smile, the most comforting eyes that immediately had this grounding effect on him, one that he hasn’t been familiar with for about 10 years now.
Y/N noticed him staring at her, unsure he even heard her words, to which she nervously cleared her throat and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, slightly moving to the right to allow her customer to get a better view of the menu behind her.
“Oh. Umm..” He started as he bit down on his beautiful, plump lips and read the words on the blackboard behind her, until his eyes seemingly lit up. “Do you have any of the strawberry sundaes left?” He asked eagerly, and turned his attention back to her.
“It’s your lucky day. I have one left.” She pulled out the glass sundae dish from her fridge and grabbed a long spoon and a napkin. “Any drinks with that?” She questioned.
“A latte. Please.” He responded as he pulled out his wallet, card in hand, waiting for her to put his order through and for him to be able to pay.
“Great. Take a seat, I’ll bring these over.” She offered, and he nodded as he made his way towards a table of two by the large window that overlooked the beach. Although the view was stunning, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she worked expertly on the coffee machine, humming long to a tune in the background that he found mediocre until she started paying attention it. The apron she wore was slightly dirty, with spots of coffee and chocolate around it and she was wearing a simple black t-shirt and black trousers, and yet she was easily the most beautiful girl Rafe has ever laid eyes on in the whole of the Outer Banks.
As much as he enjoyed his cake and coffee from yesterday, he would be lying if he said that a repeat of his treat was the whole reason he decided to visit again. He couldn’t shake her from his mind after seeing her yesterday and he felt this immense need to get to know her. A gravitational pull. He felt good in her presence as he sat there, watching her work and he was hoping he would be a lucky enough man to get to learn more about her. Even ask her out if the whole universe was in his favour. But he knew he had to do it right. He never felt this way for anyone, not as an adult anyway. And definitely not after one day, which made him think he was losing his mind.
“There you go.” Her voice snapped him away from his thoughts as he looked up at her, as she placed his coffee and strawberry sundae in front of him.
“Thank you.” He sent her a grateful smile to which she nodded, and walked away, grabbing a cloth and her spray bottle as she made her way around the empty tables, giving them a good wipe down.
Rafe lifted his spoon up after admiring how good the sundae looked and dived right in, taking a large bite of it, making sure to get everything on the spoon. And as he took his first bite, he almost forgot how to swallow. The taste of it so oddly familiar, that his heart twitched and a satisfied moan left his lips at the perfection of it. His lips stayed agape once he finished with the first spoonful, and he couldn’t help but place the spoon down for a second, as he reached for the shell bracelet on his wrist, the same one he has been wearing since he was 12.
It tasted exactly like how Y/N’s auntie used to make it for the pair every summer. It used to be their treat, not having it all the time, but enough that it was engraved in his brain. He tried to get Rose and Sarah to recreate it when he grew older, and he had countless ones from restaurants and cafes and yet, none of them had come close to the one he knew all too well. The shock from the familiar taste had his brain scattered, thoughts swirling in every part of his mind. How was this even possible?
“This is amazing.” He exclaimed, looking at her with awe, as his heart picked up in pace, and brows furrowed in confusion and admiration, slightly in shock at how this girl just suddenly felt too good to be true.
“Thank you. Glad you like it.” Y/N replied with a polite beam playing on her face as she looked up at him for a second between cleaning two tables, only to find his eyes wide staring at her, making her even more nervous as she bit down on her lip and carried on with her duties.
Rafe carried on eating and drinking, and between bites he allowed his mind to wander to a memory this sundae brought back to him.
It was a sunny day when him and Y/N were 9 years old. This being the fourth summer in a row they spent together and hoped for the rest of their lives would be spent in this exact place, with each other.
Her hair was a lot longer than previous years, now reaching down to her waist. Every summer she arrived with her hair straighter, but the more time she spent in the ocean or by the seaside, the more defined her waves became. Her tan lines from her swimsuits and bikinis now showing as they always did, sunspots on her face and her shoulders more defined as the weeks have passed. Rafe noticed everything about her. The way she changed her style slightly each year, the new toys she got into, how she had grown and yet was always shorter than him and how he believed her to be the best part of his life. Sure, he had his sisters, but they were always too annoying, never wanting to play his boy games with him, and they were no fun, always whining. He also had his guy friends from school, but they didn’t make him feel as appreciated and cared for as Y/N did. Other girls in school just didn’t compare to her, none of them were as kind, and understanding or funny as she was. No one made him feel as loved and listened to as she did. And although she was technically a visitor to the island each year, he truly only felt like he was home when she was by his side. When she held his hand or laid next to him, or was on his back getting a piggyback.
The whole island knew about the two of them. They were the inseparable duo. No one would see them apart over summer. All neighbouring residents knew Y/N as Rafe’s best friend and Rafe as the boy Y/N adored. Every kid on the island used them in the same sentence, as Y/N and Rafe. If someone mentioned one of them, the second one would also be talked about.
And Rafe would not change a thing about that. He never felt overshadowed by her, not the way he did with Sarah or Wheezy. It was just his Y/N, his best friend, his equal. The girl he loved more than anyone thought was possible.
Which is why, as normal, they were on the beach, soaking in the sunshine, playing in the water on their new inflatables. Y/N had a dolphin, while Rafe opted for a dragon. Y/N rolled his eyes at his choice, reasoning that ‘Dragons do not live in the water’ at which Rafe’s reply was none other than ‘who says’.
They were on their way out of the water after being called back by their parents, splashing each other with one hand, while the other held their inflatables. The pair were giggling as they always were when they were in each other’s proximity. That was until Y/N stepped on something sharp, feeling a seashell slash into her foot, a painful yelp leaving her lips as she immediately moved her foot above water, holding it in her hand. The moment she pulled it above the waves, she noticed the large gash that had blood coming out of it fast and strong, her eyes welling up with tears at the site, hurt and scared. Rafe noticed as she stopped behind him and he turned to check on her, taking in the site as he quickly walked back to where she was standing.
“Y/N!” He spoke as he got next to her and grabbed onto her arm and pulled it over his shoulder, an arm snaked around her waist to steady her. “I got you. Come on.” He soothed her with his words, and she let go of her foot as she started hopping out of the water on Rafe’s arm. Tear started flowing down her face as they made it out of the water, the pain now setting in.
“Rafe it really hurts.” She panicked as she turned to him, his heart breaking at her tears.
“It’s okay. We have to get you to dad he will know what to do. Get on my back.” He encouraged her, as she climbed on top of him, him now carrying her to their towels where the rest of the Camerons waited.
She ended up having to go to A&E with her aunt that day to get stitches in her foot as the cut was that deep. It was without a question that Rafe would join them, as he held her hand throughout the whole procedure and wiped her tears as she sniffled through the pain, and hugged her tight when they finished. Rafe stayed round that evening as the two cuddled and fell asleep in Y/N’s bed. What Rafe didn’t know back then was that Y/N was forever thankful for his support and she was convinced he made her pain tolerable.
The following day, Y/N’s aunt whipped together her strawberries and cream sundae for the pair, as a treat for Y/N to make her feel better and a thank you to Rafe for looking after her. The two shared the treat out in the garden that afternoon, with Y/N resting her head on Rafe’s shoulder, and him wishing August would have at least another few more weeks, so she didn’t have to leave so soon.
“Can I get you anything else?” Rafe jumped slightly at her voice, almost forgetting where he was as he had to take a second to come back from his memory. She was stood in front of him, his empty sundae glass and coffee mug in hand, with a confused smile on her face, awaiting his reply.
“No. No, thank you.” He cleared his throat as he quickly stood up, and pushed his chair back under the table. She nodded sweetly and carried the cups back to the counter where she placed them down, before heading back to clear the rest of the items off his table and give it a clean.
Rafe walked towards the counter as he slipped some notes in the tip jar for her and made his way towards the exit, while gnawing at his bottom lip. Before he exited, he turned around again, just to find her staring at him the exact same way she did yesterday, as she quickly looked away embarrassed that she got caught for a second day in a row.
“Sorry. I forgot to ask if you were from around here?” He scratched his neck as he tried to articulate his words, waiting for her answer in anticipation. It was just all too familiar but he wouldn’t allow himself to get disappointed again, as he did on so many occasions.
“Oh. No, not really. I only moved a little over a week ago.” She explained nervously, watching as he hummed to himself and furrowed his brows while looking straight at her.
“Right.” He said, with a strange tone laced in his words that Y/N couldn’t make out. “Thank you again. Have a good evening.” He sent her a wave as he stepped out, a sigh leaving his lips as he did. His throat tightened immediately as the door shut behind him and distance was put between the two of them, the same way it used to make him feel when she would leave on that last Sunday of August every year. But even though his body reacted to her subconsciously, Rafe couldn’t allow himself to get his hopes about that it could be her. And as he played with his seashell bracelet while walking towards his car into the very start of the sunset that evening, he wished for her to come back into his life, just as he did every time he saw the skies turn orange.
Y/N’s mind was racing after that interaction. There was just something about him that she couldn’t put a finger on, but each time they talked she was left wondering and wanting more, driving her insane.
That evening, after closing the café, Y/N decided that she was in need of clearing her head. She started walking towards the neighbourhood that she once recognised her happy place. She was amazed at how many things stayed the same. Some of the neighbouring houses have not changed in 10 years, some cracks in the pavement that she used to jump over were still remaining, she recognised the way the trees bent in the wind and that lamppost that stood outside her auntie’s house which was often a designated meeting point for her and Rafe.
What has changed though, was the house that once belonged to her auntie. It wasn’t the same baby blue house anymore, instead it was now white with a brick foundation. As she got closer, the recognised that the garden no longer held her cherished rose bushes and it was instead it was now a cobble stone driveway.
Her heart broke at the sight and she cursed herself for being so curious, wishing she allowed herself to believe it all still looked the same.
As that thought occurred to her, she spotted one thing that remained exactly as it was as she left it. A grin creeper up to her face as she ran her fingers on the doorknob of the front gate to the house. It had a large seashell on it and as she turned around to walk back to her own apartment, not wanting the new owners to spot her lingering, she remembered the significancy of the doorhandle.
Y/N was 11 now. This was the first year she started caring a little more about how she looked, developing herself into a girl she wanted to be. And naturally, she also gravitated towards spending more time with other girls.
Which is why she found herself spending a little more time with Sarah than previous years. She always loved the younger girl, but since they had two years between them, this was really the first time she felt like they could interact a little better, their interests more similar than ever and they found themselves doing more things just the two of them.
And needless to say, Rafe hated it. He tried to reason that it was because Sarah was annoying and he already had to see her every day of every week, all year round, whereas he only got to have Y/N for 8 weeks, but his parents and Y/N’s auntie saw right through his antics, and found it quite amusing. Rafe was jealous that his best friend who he adored so much had gotten closer with someone else.
Y/N was oblivious to the way Rafe felt. She didn’t think her having a sleepover with Sarah, leaving Rafe at home was a big deal or the two of them going down to the park while he stayed back was a bad thing. If anything, he seemed more grumpy and distant and always had a snarky remark to make at her recently, which made her feel inadequate, further pushing her away from him.
It was another day, of the two girls sitting in the grass in the front garden of Y/N’s aunties house. The ground was littered with white, beautiful daisies which led to the girls making daisy chain bracelets and necklaces for the other, while munching on some fruit and talking about all things girl their age would find themselves having interest in.
That was until they heard the gate creek open and Rafe appeared with a frown on his face and hunched shoulders, which recently became his normal appearance.
“Hi Rafey.” Y/N called out with a kind smile towards him regardless of how she felt her stomach twist at the way he looked at her with so much anger. She still loved him so much that she could never say a bad word to him.
“Y/N do you want to watch a movie and stay round?” He asked her straight up, ignoring her greeting and even more so his sister who sent him a wave he didn’t feel like returning.
“I can’t tonight Rafe. Sarah’s staying over.” She shrugged as she looked down at Sarah who returned her gaze excitedly. Rafe felt himself get more irritated at her words, now crossing his arms over in front of him, as his jaw clenched.
“But Sarah stayed over only a couple nights ago.” He stated it as a matter of fact, making Y/N furrow her brows as she took in his very clearly frustrated appearance.
“Yeah, and?” She asked as she shrugged her shoulders, waiting for his reply expectantly. What she did not expect was for Rafe Cameron to stomp his foot and his face to turn red with anger.
“I HATE YOU!” He shouted as he turned around immediately, stomping towards the gate that he yanked open and slammed shut so hard behind him, that the doorhandle completely broke off and fell to the ground with a loud clank, that even made Rafe jump. He looked back with guilt behind his eyes for a second, but his anger too strong to say anything as he ran towards Tanneyhill, leaving both Sarah and Y/N speechless, the latter with tears in her eyes and her heart clenching from hurt in her chest at his words.
She knew he didn’t mean it, but it felt so wrong to hear those words from him, and she couldn’t help the small little doubt in her head that his words could have held meaning.
She didn’t see him for two days after that incident. Her auntie knew something had happened, when Y/N explained that she ran into the gate with her bike, making the doorhandle fall off by accident. She knew she was lying from the way she was staring at the ground during her explanation and from the way she looked so heartbroken as well as the fact that she didn’t see her around any of the Camerons for two whole days.
That was until Rafe came round one evening, guided by his dad who had a nice, shiny, new handle in his hand, still in a bag, encouraging Rafe to say sorry and hand over the item he picked out himself responsibly. Rafe asked if he could go upstairs to see Y/N and the adults agreed, under the condition that they would make up, knowing how much it killed the two to be apart.
A knock on her startled Y/N who currently sat on her windowsill, overlooking the sunset with a sad expression on her face. At least until Rafe walked through her door, hands in his short pockets, head hung low, searching for her until his gaze met her.
“What do you want Rafe?” She asked, voice so low it was almost a whisper and she almost thought there’s no way he heard her. But he did, and his heart clenched at the tone, wanting nothing more than to take away the past couple of days and go back to how they were.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t hate you at all. Actually, the opposite. I love you. And it made me sad that we spent so much time apart. But I should never have said that to you.” He explained as he stepped closer to her, his expression begging, until he saw her smile growing wide on her face.
“I’m sorry too Rafey. I was mean to you, leaving you out. I love you.” She jumped forward until he had his arms wrapped around her, as she asked if he wanted to stay over and watch a new animated film with him, and of course, the only right answer was ‘of course’. That was their first and last fight, the two of them making a pact that night that they would never speak to each other this way and from then on, it would be the two of them against the world, as it should be.
Y/N was almost home by the time this memory rolled to an end in her brain. She then suddenly felt silly for not walking a further four houses down to Tanneyhill, to see if she could figure out any traces to see if the Camerons still owned the house. But she couldn’t lie to herself at how scared she felt, in case the boy had forgotten about her a long time ago. And with that, she went to bed feeling heavy and lightheaded from the thought.
The weekend came around with a blink of an eye and as it was Saturday night, Y/N was getting ready to go to a bonfire party on the beach that Daisy invited her to. Although she was tired, she wanted to make an effort and show her face, as a new business owner but most importantly as a new person on the Outer Banks who wanted to meet people her age and make new friends.
She got ready quickly, letting her hair down and putting a pair of shorts on with a little tank top, as she layered a couple more necklaces on top of the shell one that she refused to take off and left her apartment for the evening.
The bonfire was roaring when she arrived, although the sun had barely started setting. She found Daisy who introduced her to her boyfriend and group of friends, each of them greeting her kindly as they continued on with their conversation, making sure she got included. Y/N happily listened to them and answered their questions, while sipping on her drink which one of the guys grabber her. However, her attention soon turned to the pinky, orange sky in the form of the prettiest sunset she has ever seen, her jaw slack as she stared at the way the the clouds folded into all different shades.
She excused herself from the crowd, who didn’t seem to mind and let her go as she walked towards her well known beach spot, secluded from the partying people and took a seat on the sand, bringing her knees up to her shoulders as she hugged them in and admired the waves under the evening sky, letting her mind wander back to that day where she last saw Rafe Cameron.
The last Sunday of August. It came around every year, and each of them was always just as difficult as the last. They all ended with Y/N crying and clutching at Rafe, with him staring at her with teary eyes, as he got older refusing to let the tears fall, but nevertheless in pain from having to let her go.
This year was very different though. The promise of next year no longer lingering in the air, and the uncertainty of if they will ever get the chance to see each other washing over them both, as Y/N silently cried into Rafe’s neck as he had her engulfed in his grasp and kept his face buried in her hair, sniffling into her calming scent, but unable to keep it together.
Y/N’s auntie passed away a couple of weeks ago. It was all very sudden and Y/N couldn’t help but blame herself for not noticing, although there was nothing she could have done according to her mother and the doctors.
Her auntie left one day for the grocery store, while she stayed back to go out on Ward’s boat with Rafe and Sarah. She had so much fun that day, as Ward showed them the controls to the boat, them jumping into the water and using the waterslides. She admired how quickly Rafe picked up on everything his father was telling him and how he relaxed and excited he was on the boat. The day was spent laced with laughter and candy washed down with fizzy drinks, a real treat to all the kids.
However, when Ward docked the boat in the harbour and as all of them walked down to the pier, they came across a distressed looking Rose who was clutching to Wheezy, and looked directly at Y/N, she felt her stomach drop and her smile immediately wiped off her face.
“Y/N, it’s your aunt. Your mums here, we have to go.” She said with teary eyes that made Y/N frantic, immediately asking questions that Rose couldn’t or wouldn’t answer, leaving this conversation to her mother.
Rose held her hand in a supportive manner, while she guided her to her car, telling Ward to take the kids home and that she would meet them back at Tanneyhill and explain everything.
“I’m going with Y/N.” Rafe protested in his usual manner, and although Y/N normally would too, she knew the adults would never separate them unless it was serious.
“Rafe it’s okay. I’ll come round later. I have to go.” She said already crying, although she had no idea what was going on, she sensed the tension and the feeling of worry drowned her until she was overflowing.
Rafe gave up and nodded, following his dad to his car, while Y/N got in with Rose and they made their way back to the house, where Y/N received a series of horrific news that day.
Her auntie suffered a heart attack while grocery shopping. It came out of nowhere but it was fatal and she passed away on her way to the hospital. Her mum was notified and immediately drove down and hopped on the ferry to attend to Y/N and arrange the funeral which was taking place a week later.
If that wasn’t enough, Y/N was told that this would be the last summer she would spend at the Outer Banks. Her auntie’s place would be sold along with all her belongings as per her will and a portion of the money, alongside another generous amount that her auntie has been putting aside would be given to Y/N when she turned 21. Because of this, and considering rental prices in the area, as well as the fact that since Y/N’s mother now had to work over the summer holidays due to her divorce from Y/N’s dad, no one would be able to occupy her to visit for the summer.
Y/N’s mum would have been too stubborn and frankly too worried to allow her to stay with the Camerons, as although her daughter did, she herself didn’t know them enough to allow for that, so this would have never been an option.
Which only meant one thing. Her visits to the Outer Banks ended after 12 years of her life, and Rafe Cameron would become someone she once knew all too well.
That last week she cried more than she had her entire life. Having to attend the funeral of her most beloved aunt, while seeing her house get ripped apart, boxes of belongings getting sold or donated and viewings commencing for it to be purchased was too difficult for any 12 year old to deal with. Any energy she had left was spent with her best friend, even if that meant staying in each other’s arms on the sofa for a few hours, without saying a word. Both just wanting to extend their time, engraving each other into their minds and silently praying things were different and for things to take a turn for the better.
But they never did. And so they found themselves on the beach, in their spot, on that dreaded day, overlooking the sunset and the ocean waves, playing with small rocks and washed up seashells, for one last time.
Y/N never thought her tears would stop falling as she let one after the other fall onto Rafe’s shirt as he played with strands of her hair and planting small, comforting kisses on the top of her head. Her body was between his legs, curled up into a ball as her arms clamped into the back of his shirt, as if she had to make sure he was still there with her.
“I don’t want to go.” She whispered into Rafe’s chest, her voice croaky from not saying a word for the past hour while continuously crying, as she finally got the courage to lift her head and face her best friend. His face was also read and cheeks tear stained, as his lips turned into a sad smile at the fact that she was now looking at him.
“I don’t want you to go either.” He whispered as he wiped her damp under eyes with his thumbs while holding her head up in his palms.
“I might never see you again.” She hiccupped as she looked away from him, her words cutting into her heart like sharp needles, the realisation slowly hitting her.
“I don’t believe that.” He shook his head as he forced her gaze back on him, his breath hitching slightly in her stomach at the eye contact. She was always his beautiful best friend, his biggest fan, his support network. No way was he never supposed to see her again.
“But what if it’s true Rafe?” She tried to reason, eyes welling up at the thought again as he shushed her and wiped away the new, fresh drops of tear escaping.
“You’re meant to be in my life. I know you are. I will see you again, I know it.” He tried to convince her and himself, refusing to allow either of them to believe that they are meant to part ways tonight and never come across each other again. As he shifted his gaze to the sand for a second, an idea popped into his head.
He lowered one of his hands from her face as he reached for two similar looking seashells on the sand next to them. They were both quite small, one of them white, while the other had specks of black on it. They went perfectly together, just like the two of them did. He grabbed one of her hands and dropped the white seashell into it, while smiling up at her in a hopeful light.
“These will be our promises. We can make these into a jewellery, a necklace or bracelet. Something we can always have on us. So that we can always be with each other. And when the time comes for us to meet again, no matter how long, we will know it’s us. Because we will have these to remember us by.” He explained excitedly, and Y/N just about melted on the spot from his thoughtfulness. He really was her best friend and she loved him so much. She grasped onto the small seashell as she jumped back into his grasp, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Except that Rafe turned his head at the exact wrong moment, and the light peck landed on his lip, the both of them ending up as blushing messes, realising that their best friend became their first kiss.
A few stuttered words were shared after that until they laughed off the situation and carried on embracing the other, until the sun was almost behind the horizon. That was the moment that the two stood up from the sand, and made their way back to their houses, hand in hand until the very last moment where they had to separate where they exchanged their first and last true ‘I love you’s’. And neither of them have every gotten over that moment since.
Y/N was subconsciously playing with her necklace the entire time she was thinking back to this precious and heart clenching memory.
She wondered if she still believed him. About them meaning to be in each others lives. It was now a few years longer that they had spent apart, than together, the both of them reaching the age of 22. She had moved back to the Outer Banks the way she always knew she would once she had the ability to, but that didn’t mean he hasn’t moved away. And yet she couldn’t allow herself to forget about the possibility of the ‘what ifs’, especially now being back in this place.
With a sigh, seeing that the sun was almost set, she decided to stand up from her seat, and turn around, only to bump into a chest, almost knocking her over. That was until a strong arm grabbed onto her bicep, steadying her.
She looked up to find the culprit almost angrily, but her expression halted the second she realised it was the guy from the coffee shop.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I thought it was you sat here and just wanted to come say hi.” He chuckled nervously as he itched the back of his neck, embarrassed at how uncool he was around her. This wasn’t him. He was known as confident and cocky by all his friends, yet he barely had been able to speak a few non coffee related words to her, although he makes it his mission to see her every working day,
“No it’s okay. I wasn’t looking around.” She deflected his apology, now standing straight as she realised his hand was still on her arm as she looked down at it, causing him to breath in a small gasp of air and let her go immediately, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, as he grumbled another ‘sorry’.
“I realised I never got your name. I’m…” He started his introduction, but his words got caught in his throat as his mouth suddenly went dry and the air was knocked out of his lungs as he stared down at her necklaces around her neck. Specifically one with a small white shell that ran through a silver chain so delicately.
“Fuck, there’s no way.” He whispered with his eyes widely fixated on the object, to which Y/N looked around confused and slightly awkward, the shock on his face adamant and her not understanding where this came from made her uneasy.
“Are you okay?” She asked unsure seeing him shake his head, as if his world was crumbling around him.
“What’s your name?” He spat out, looking at her with pleading eyes, while his hands grew clammy and his heart was threating to beat out of his chest. It could be her. It is her. It must have been. The puzzle pieces started adding up in his head from their limited conversations, the strawberry sundae, the spot she was sat at, how she answered to him when he asked if she was from around here.
“Umm. It’s Y/N.” She answered, still confused but he just allowed a chuckle to leave his lips as his hands slapped both sides of his cheeks, mouth agape and the happiest smile creeping on his face, so large she was sure it must have hurt.
“Of course. Oh my God.” He stood there in awe and shock as he reached for his bracelet under this jumper as he rolled his sleeves up slightly.
“I don’t understand.” She looked up at him with furrowed brows for a second, until her gaze followed the movement of his hands and her eyes landed on the bracelet around his wrist which made her heart stop on the spot, unable to direct her stare elsewhere, in complete and utter surprise.
“Rafe.” She whispered out as her hand clapped her mouth and her knees buckled, almost giving out from under her, until his arm wrapped around her yet again. She finally looked up at him, into his deep blue eyes that were now hazy, from her own tears clouding her vision as it all registered in her brain.
“Yes. It’s me, Y/N. Oh shit, I don’t know what to say.” He stuttered, while happy chuckles erupted from his throat, as he pulled her small frame into him and hugged her as tightly as he used to when they were young. It took her a second the register what was happening, but as she felt him around her, she melted into his body and wrapped her arms around his neck as happy tears started falling from her eyes.
“All this time, it was you.” She managed to speak out, into his chest just before he pulled away and he looked down at her with the same adoration that she always found in his eyes every time they talked as kids.
“I feel so stupid. There were so many signs, and I think I just couldn’t believe them. In case I was wrong.” He blabbered and he reached out to touch her face, wiping her tears, making her push her head further into his touch at the familiarity of the feeling.
“I can’t believe you’re still here, after all this time.” She continued with excitement, unable to let her eyes dart away from his eyes and now that she allowed her to think back to what he looked like at the age of 12, she felt silly for not recognising his beautiful blue eyes that she always adored. His features were still similar, a lot more sharp and manly as expected, but it was still him. Her Rafe.
“I left for college when I was 18 but moved back last year to start working for my dad’s business.” He explained, his words falling out from his throat urgently as he ran his hands through his buzzed hair, still trying to register what was happening. “And you. You live here now and have your own coffee shop?” He asked in disbelief, relief, happiness and confusion, hardly able to make sense of all the emotions swirling in his veins from having his Y/N standing in front of him. He never lost hope about finding her eventually. He has come close to it a few times, but never allowed him to completely give up. And now it all made sense why.
“Yeah. I got my inheritance last year when I finished college and knew that this is what I wanted to do with it.” She reasoned as if it was common sense.
Rafe just stood over her, his hand touching her either on her arm, wait, face, anywhere he could to make sure she was still there, as if he couldn’t believe it. And truly, he couldn’t.
“Wow, you look great. Amazing, actually. So beautiful.” He whispered as he finally got to tuck that small piece of her behind her ear as she swooned at his words, making her break out into a blush.
“I never thought I would see you again.” She admitted almost guilty as she stared up at him, so lovingly like her body just knew how to react to him. It didn’t feel weird, she truly felt like he has been a part of her life all this time, she just didn’t see him physically.
“I don’t think that’s true. You’re wearing your shell.” He glanced down to her neck and reached out to touch it with a finger, his touch grazing at her neck making her let out a small, content smile at how it felt, leaving Rafe to grin at her reaction to him.
“And so are you.” She ran her fingertip over his wrist in disbelief that he still had it and remembered. “I didn’t think you would.” Y/N bit her smile back as she looked up at him for what felt like the millionth time that evening, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was there, standing in front of her, just as she wished throughout all these years.
“Of course.” He exclaimed, almost offended at her suggestive tone. “There’s never been a day since you left that I haven’t thought of you.” He admitted sheepishly, causing her breath to get stuck behind her throat. He was still the same Rafe she remembered from all these years ago. The one who would always have something kind to say to her. So soft and tender with her, it made her feel like she was floating.
The pair stayed there, in their old spot for another two hours. Just going back and forth, talking about their lives now and how it compared to their hopes and dreams from back in the day, bringing up memories from the past, as they sat as close to each other as they could, thighs touching, needing to feel the other truly there.
“And that time we tried to surprise my dad and Rose with a nice breakfast smoothie, and it exploded everywhere, covering the whole kitchen and the walls.” Rafe exclaimed as a loud laugh left his throat, Y/N following and slightly grimacing at the memory of chunks of summer berries everywhere in sight.
“You still do that.” He paused as he looked at her face after he finished laughing at the image in his mind.
“I do what?” She furrowed her brows as she turned more towards him with a questioning look. Rafe just smiled adoringly down at her as he grazed her nose, smoothing out the little crinkles she had on it from her reaction.
“Scrunch up your nose like that when you don’t like something. You always used to do that.” He explained as if everyone should have known that about her. Reality was that even Y/N never noticed this little gesture she carried along with her throughout her whole life. But he did. He always did.
“Go on a date with me.” He spat out quickly, almost regretting his words at the shock her face portrayed, but he was in too deep and he wasn’t backing out now. “Tomorrow. Let me take you out. I want you to tell me everything that happened in the last 10 years.” He begged her with a hopeful smile and she melted on the spot from his expression, turning to putty in front of him. Just as she did all her childhood.
“I hope you’re prepared for the longest date of your life.” She smirked as he launched himself towards her, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up into the air as he hugged her tight laughing and swirling her around the sand as her happy chuckles filled his heart with a feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. He felt like he was truly home again.
Y/N couldn’t shake the excitement she felt the whole day, waiting for Rafe to come and pick her up. She told herself she should feel weird going on a first date with her childhood best friend, but it felt so natural and thrilling, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. There was not an ounce of anxiety within her, because she knew him and trusted him and knew he was perfect for her in every way, just as he always had been.
She took her time getting ready, wanting to look perfect for him and by his reaction when she opened her door, she felt her heart erupting and a pink glow make it’s way on her cheeks. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world, and in all fairness, that’s exactly what he was thinking as he stepped in front of her, took her hand in his and gave her a little twirl followed by a soft peck on her cheek.
The date he planned for them guided them down to their beach spot, where he took out a picnic basket and a few blankets from the boot of his car and made his way down to set their afternoon outing up. Y/N was amazed at the thought that went into his actions and swooned at the way he brought out a few drinks, a nice dinner and dessert, leaving them to eat in the perfect view of the ocean.
“You know, you were the first person who truly made me feel loved when I was younger.” He confessed to her with a soft smile as he watched her getting lost in the sunset unfolding in front of her. Y/N blushed at his words, not sure what to say as she reached out and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Shit, I can’t believe that after all this time, I got the chance to see you again.” He continued as he shuffled closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as she instinctively laid her head on his shoulder.
“I know it’s early days, but we both know each other well enough for a thousand lifetimes.” Rafe chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, while giving her a soft squeeze at her waist.
Y/N looked up at him with a soft smile, and couldn’t help herself as she placed the palm of her hand on his cheek, glancing down at his lips as she slowly pulled herself closer to him. And before she knew it, his lips connected to hers, both of them letting out a satisfied moan at the feeling as they smiled into the kiss. In their place, surrounded by sand and seashells, under the sunset. And suddenly their promise of finding each other later in life, turned to never letting each other go ever again.
Taglist: @mvybanks @i-love-rafe @fulla02 @leclerc16s @maybankslover @delicaties @kravitzwhore
If you want to be added to my taglist, let me know<33
513 notes · View notes
reivrze · 11 months
Note
hihi <3 what abt the boys crushing on someone (hc for all of them!!)
a/n : this was honestly really fun to write and think about. i think all the boys have this boy-ish vibes to them and i just know they'd all be whipped around someone they like
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none really
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー heeseung would act as if he's already dating his crush. he'd get possessive whenever other people hit on them, he'd address himself as "__'s boyfriend" whenever people asked who he was to them. he'd talk about them like he's been married to them forever. he's the type to send them messages like "when are we getting married?" or "so how many kids should be have in the future?"
rest of the members under the cut !
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー jay would be pretty quiet around his crush, he's more the type to stare at his crush whenever they're talking or laughing. god he loves your laugh, he could listen to it until he dies. i can see him being quite a romantic when it comes to confessing, he might want to confess to you over dinner or during a sunset, something real romantic yk. i just know he'd have a whole speech prepared that took him weeks to write because he didn't know how to put into words his crush on you.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー jake would be a mix of both shy and flirty. he might want to try an impress who he has a crush on, or show that he's interested but get shy right after. i can see him as the type to talk about his crush to layla, just full on ranting about his feelings to her. he's definitely the type to send you cheesy pick up lines. you can't tell me he also wouldn't be super touchy around his crush, always fixing their hair, or trying to hold their hands. the type to tell you that you have an eyelash on your cheek just to be able to "brush it off" only for that to be an excuse to touch your soft skin.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー sunghoon likes to act all cold and cool around his crush. he'd want to have this cool boy image, but as you get to know him, you'll realize he's a true softie and he's whipped. his crush has him wrapped around their finger and sunghoon is definitely aware of that. ask him at 3 am to come and get ice cream together and this boy will be at your doorstep in less than 5 minutes.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー sunoo would get all shy around his crush, especially if his crush is more of the straightforward type. simple compliments like "i like your sweater" would make him all blushy and smiley. he'd pay attention to every thing his crush would say, and remember the smallest of details. you said you liked his sweater? the next week, he got you the same one in a different color.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー jungwon would be the softest, cutest human being around his crush, not even kidding. he'd want to tell everyone who he's close to about you. he definitely talks about each detail about you to his grandma and he has such a boy-ish smile while doing so. he'd buy you little gifts like necklaces or matching bracelets with handwritten little letters, one of those letters being his confession.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ー niki would be similar to sunghoon in the way that he would want to have this bad boy image around his crush. but at some point that facade will slip and his childish, playful self will show. after that his goal is to make you laugh and have fun with him. he finds so much joy in hanging around someone who he feels completely comfortable to be himself around. he'd probably ask you out by writing one of those notes where its like : "i like you, do you like me? yes 🔳 no 🔳".
Tumblr media
© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !
429 notes · View notes
zynxwrite · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
pairings ❰ rotxo x f!reader
roxto crushing on a dance performer, he tries to confess his feelings with a cute gift. fluff fluff fluff filled with fluff.
Tumblr media
   "Come on, Rotxo! I'm sure she'll love the gift you're making, I mean you hand picked those shells until sunset!" 
Tsireya made an effort to brighten Rotxo up by speaking positive statements that was empty of lies. He had just recently confessed to her his long-standing crush for you. Who would not? the way you move was majestic, the way your body swayed and danced with the wind, as for your mane glittered with the stars, while the music sang to your movements.
Rotxo spent the entire day collecting seashells of various shapes and sizes along the shoreline. Each shell held a meaning, representing a moment or memory he had shared with you. He arranged them carefully in a small, intricately designed small woven basket that he had crafted himself, pouring his heart and soul into every detail. 
He was not positive of his plan, there are other males, that some are attractive and adored your dancing as he loved you. There's no way that you would see sight of him! 
“But what if she doesn’t like it?! And what-what if she thinks it’s trash?” Roxto looked down at his unfinished work, the seashells reminded him of you. It was beautiful and ethereal. His fear of rejection poured into his feelings, he wasn't sure if he would continue this.
‘oh boy..he sure is nervous.’
Tsireya eyed her brother so that he might give Rotxo some confidence as he continued to give off an anxious vibe. Simply rolling his eyes, he stepped forward his friend.
   "Trust me, girls like her like these kind of gifts. Jus' go with the flow..?" Ao'nung tried to sound normal as he didn't care, but he does know surely that the seashell gift would fascinate you. Eh, what can he say, Rotxo had a good taste when it comes to designs.
“I’m really not sure of this. What if I just admire her from afar and-”
“Rotxo. Calm down.” Tsireya made sure that he looked at her. “Take a deep breathe. She will like it. I promise.”
"Look," Tsireya said, trying to emphasize her point, "You've known each other for so long. She values your friendship, and that's a strong foundation. The gift you're making is not just any gift; it's a reflection of your memories together, and that's something special. Don't underestimate the power of genuine sentiment."
While Rotxo tried to calm down. Tsireya talked to Aonung with just her eyes. They communicated by expressions. ‘Try to be more supportive, brother. He’s your bestfriend.’ She eyed Aonung. ‘I literally don’t know how.’ All Tsireya can do to react is simply sigh. Her brother has seaweed for brain.
"You're right," Rotxo finally said, mustering some determination. "I've spent so much time with her, and every moment has been magical. I can't let fear hold me back."
Tumblr media
The sound of gentle waves caressed the shore, creating a soothing ambiance, which somehow managed to calm Rotxo's anxious heart. From afar, he saw you with a metkayina male giving you some freshly picked out flowers. He stopped walking and took a look of his own gift for you. A necklace made out of seashell. Seriously? What’s that compared to a whole bouquet?! Oh dear. His anxiety roared more. His ears folded as he saw you smile..Oh. How he wishes you could smile at him like that. 
He notices Tsireya and the sully kids’ head above water to watch him confess to you. Neteyam gave him a thumbs up to show support while Tuktirey whisper-shouted a ‘Don’t be scared! You got this!’ 
Thank Eywa his friends were there to support him. He finally had the courage to finally walk up to you as the na’vi male was finally away from you. Good.
He could feel his body tremble as your eyes met his. he was like a child who’s scared of non-real monsters. But just seeing you look at him made him..calm. 
“[Name]! Uh-Hi-wait, no. Uh-...Your dance was beautiful earlier. It made me feel relaxed, truth!” You couldn’t help but giggle at him stammering. He’s so cute. Was he not? You turn eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, Rotxo! What is it?"
Alright...This is the time. Butterflies filled his stomach, but he knew he had to do this. He approached with a warm smile, trying to mask his nerves.
"I know it might sound strange, but, um, I collected this seashell for you," he said, feeling a rush of vulnerability in his voice. 
You looked at the seashell with amazement, touched by the gesture. "Wow, Rotxo, this is stunning! You made this for me?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"I've always admired how you appreciate the beauty of nature and the little things around you, just like this seashell. And, well, I've been wanting to tell you that... I really, really like you."
He waited patiently, but nervously for your respond. You have been silent for almost 30 seconds. Even his friends started to get nervous. Will you reject him? Will you not? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?! They wanted answers as soon as possible.
“Oh.” Oh? OH?! Is that all? Just oh?
Your  eyes widened, your heart beating faster as it absorbed Rotxo's heartfelt confession. You were touched by his sincerity and courage in baring his feelings so openly. You were...happy. But couldn’t respond. Why>
If you couldn’t respond. Then he will talk, again. "Each of these shells has a story," he began, his voice steadier now. "They represent moments we've spent together, moments I cherish deeply." He picked up one delicate spiral-shaped shell. "This one is from the day we explored the hidden cave together." And he continued with the others. You were fascinated because they were just like a songcord.
Finally, Rotxo reached the last seashell. It was the most exquisite and rare shell he had found, a shimmering iridescent one. "This shell," he paused, a blush creeping up his cheeks, "this one is for you. Just for you, because you are the most beautiful and extraordinary person I know." He looked directly into the reader's eyes, his heart laid bare. "I-I love you, and I wanted to tell you in a way that showed how much you mean to me."
Finally. Your mouth started to move to say something.
“I-” I what? I love you? I hate you? “I..” Please just answer. “I-I appreciate this.”
“I never knew you had feelings for me, Rotxo..” Oh, he was getting rejected for sure. “I love you too.” Wait-what?
“HELL YEAH! YOU RULE, ROTXO!” Spider yelled out of excitement. Making you startle as he came from nowhere-and there you saw a few you na’vi above the water..Who has been watching you for minutes.
“Wait...You do?-how-”
“How can I not fall in love with the one I first performed to?” You smiled and held his hand with the shell-cord. “Don’t you remember? You were the one who first saw me dance years ago.”
Relief washed over Rotxo, and he felt a sense of peace in knowing that he had expressed his emotions genuinely. Regardless of the outcome, he cherished the connection he had with you and the unwavering support of his friends.
“Of course I do.” He smiled. "I've admired you from afar for a long time. Your kindness, your smile, the way you light up the room whenever you enter. I can't help but feel drawn to you, and I've wanted to tell you how I feel for a while now."
You smiled, placing a hand on Rotxo's shoulder, "Your feelings mean a lot to me, and I appreciate your honesty. Let's see where this journey takes us, together."
This night is truly beautiful.
“And that’s how Rotxo and [Name] became official~” Lo’ak Teased. “And you and Tsireya are next.” Neteyam whispered with tease which Aonung overheard and his eyes was ready to strangle someone. “Oh, great mother. Here we go.” Kiri sighed.
As the night continued, the group celebrated under the starlit sky, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams of the future. Rotxo and you held hands, walking along the shore, their hearts now connected in a way that felt like destiny.
"I can't believe I finally told you how I feel," Rotxo admitted, his voice a mix of vulnerability and relief.
"I'm glad you did," you replied, their heart filled with happiness. "You've always been there for me, and I cherish our friendship too. I never imagined that it would lead to this, but I'm so glad it did."
265 notes · View notes