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Chapter One-She's In THAT CAMP?!

Lila attempted to lie, saying that she found the show Total Drama Island and made Chris McLean the host. However, before she could say anything, the commercial was over, the show was back on, and all the kids started watching it.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island."

Lila growls and scolds when the show is back on.

"Alright, it's time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd be all staying at a five-star resort, so if they seem a little T.O'd, that's probably why."

After a while, they see all the contestants, such as Beth, DJ, Gwen, Geoff, Lindsay, Heather, Duncan, Tyler, Harold, Trent, Bridgette, Noah, Leshawna, Sadie, Katie, Ezekiel, Cody, Eva, Owen, Courtney, Justin, and Izzy, they watch Chris saying something.

"And now, for our last two campers, one, I'm sure you all probably know that she's famously known around the world. One of the world-known famous celebrity idols from London, Mary-Loukritia "Lucy" "Lou" Corleone. AKA, Madame Hatter from the famous idol group, the MetaBetas!"

Lindsay, Sadie, and Katie squeal as they all see the girl, Lucy Corleone, in person.

Lucy smiles with her doe brown eyes, deep brunette hair in a ponytail, and dusting off the dust on her gray crop-top hoodie, black designer leggings, and white sneakers. She then moves the strands of her hair and tucks it behind her left ear, which has a black diamond stud earring that appears to be magnetic with no piercing that is required.

"Ciao, Signor McLean."

"One of the world-renowned famous celebrity idols, Lucy Corleone," Chris said, introducing them to the camper/contestant as Lucy walked with her suitcases.

As Lucy walked, she placed her suitcases along with the other luggage.

The class looked both surprised and amazed at the same time. The kids were astonished that one of the MetaBetas idols was on the show. Lila smirked, believing this was a chance to get more popular with the class. Before she can spout out another lie about Lucy and the MetaBetas, Chris continues as another boat with the last contestant arrives, which makes Lila growl again in anger and frustration.

"And last but not least, we have this last contestant who is recommended to us from a school in Paris, France," he explains. The class looked surprised to hear that. "Someone from here is now on this show? So cool!" Alix said, astonished. The kids agreed, impressed that someone in Paris was now on the show. Lila was about to tell them it was her best friend until Chris interrupted, continuing the introduction, which made her growl in frustration again. "She's a rising fashion designer, became popular overnight, and now has good connections with her famous commissioners. It's...Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" "Wait," "What?!"

Then, they all see Marinette getting off the boat with her luggage, bags, and a box full of paint.

"Marinette?!" "She's in THAT camp?!" "Dude!"

The class looked shocked, seeing that Marinette was the last contestant on the show and Wawanakwa was the camp they sent her to. Lila looked shocked too, quietly snuck out of the crowd, went to the hallway, and growled loudly in jealousy and anger, with teeth gritted out and grinding like crazy. Then, she heads to the bathroom and punches the wall.

Meanwhile, in Ontario. Marinette looks shy, seeing that she is now at the camp she was being sent to, and sees that there are new faces that she has never met before. She sighs and smiles.

"Bonjour. It's very nice to meet all of you." Marinette said, smiling shyly. She then looks shy but then offers them the baked goods she had brung with her. "Macaroons?" Chris gladly takes one. "Merci." Marinette then headed to the other campers and gave them some while heading to put her luggage up with the others. "These are really good!" Owen says, happily enjoying his.

After that, Chris gets their attention. "Alright, first things first. We need a group photo for the promos. Everyone at the end of the dock." When the campers headed to the end of the dock, Marinette stood next to Lucy. Owen then lifts them up on his shoulders for them. Marinette and Lucy looked at each other and just shrugged with smiles. As they were smiling for the camera, "One, two, three... Oops, forgot the lens cap." After the cap was off, he took the picture, "One two- oh no, wait, card's full. Hang on."

"Come on, man. My face is starting to freeze." Leshawna said with grit teeth and a smile while rolling her eyes. "Got it. Okay, everyone say, Wawanakwa!"

When the campers said Wawanakwa, the dock suddenly collapsed. The picture was taken at the same time, which shows most of the teenagers either almost drowning and/or swimming for their lives, while the photo got Lucy and Marinette, who both smiled for the photo, before they ended up in the water along with the other campers.

"Okay, guys. Dry off and meet at the campfire at ten." Chris said.

After getting back up at the docks and drying off, Marinette heads to the campfire, where she and the rest of the campers are supposed to meet Chris. There, she sees Lucy. "Uh, is it okay if I sit here?" she asked. Lucy smiles and nods her head to her. Marinette smiled and sat down next to Lucy. Marinette then gets another macaroon out of the box and splits it in half for her and Lucy. "Marinette." "Mary-Loukritia. Lucy for short."

After a while, the rest of the campers came and sat down with the two while Chris talked, "This is Camp Wawanakwa. Your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates. Your competition. And maybe even your friends. You dig? The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win one hundred thousand dollars!" 'Wait a minute, Total Drama Island? Voted off? One hundred thousand dollars? Isn't this supposed to be a summer camp or something?' Marinette thought, getting confused. She then snaps out of it as the punky-looking guy, who she believes is named Duncan, starts talking. "Excuse me, what will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I would like to request a bunk under one of those two," he said, motioning to Marinette and Lucy, which made them glance at each other, looking a bit uneasy. "They're not co-ed, are they?" asked Heather. "No, girls get one side of each cabin, and dudes get the other," Chris said, making Marinette and Lucy both relieved to hear that.

"Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?" asked Lindsay. "Okay, you are, but that's not how it really works here. And it's Chris," said Chris.

"I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die." "And I'll break out in hives. It's true." 'I know I shouldn't think bad, but I hear worse lies from Lila/those people who got the greed and want for fame get the best of them.' Marinette and Lucy both thought to themselves while looking unamused. "This cannot be happening." Gwen lets out with sarcasm written all over the tone of her voice. "Come on, guys. It'll be fun." Owen said, trying to bring positivity to the campers while headlocking Tyler and Gwen. "It's like a big sleepover." "At least you don't have to sleep next to him," Tyler whispers to Gwen, motioning to Duncan as he gives the poor deer a headlock and a noogie.

"Here's the deal." Chris said, "We're gonna split you into two teams." 'Oh, goodie. This is like that fantasy book all over again.' Lucy thought with a hint of sarcasm, thinking that this would be like the fantasy book series she and her friends from home read back when they were in middle school. Chris continues, "If I call your name out, stand over there." With that, Chris starts calling the names of the campers. "Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as the Screaming Gophers." Chris moves on to the second team. "The rest of you over here. Geoff, Bridgette, D.J, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, and Harold." As they head to the other side from the Screaming Gophers, Chris tells them what they're called. "You guys will be officially known as the Killer Bass."

"Wait, what about Marinette and Lucy?" Cody questions. "Well, since we can't decide which team they will be in, we decided to let the two switch teams. Isn't that fun?" Chris said, "So for right now, they will be part of the Screaming Gophers." Cody sighs in relief hearing that.

Confessional: Chris McLean

"You'll also share your innermost thoughts on tape, with video diaries, anytime. Let the audience at home know what you're thinking. Or get something off your chest."

Confessional: Lucy Corleone

"Ciao, to all of my gattini back from home and over the world! I must say, this show you all have recommended me to be on is very impressive so far. Even though it's already getting its ups and downs, I believe I'm going to be just fine here in Wawanakwa."

Confessional: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

"Okay. I don't know what to say in this confessional. But I like to say, this is gonna be a good camping experience for me."

"Alright, any questions? Cool. Let's find your cabins."

With that, they headed over to the location where their cabins were so the campers could get settled.

"Gophers, you're in the east cabin, bass, you're in the west," Chris explains. When the Screaming Gophers got to their cabin, Heather looked as if she saw someone grow another head. "Bunk beds? Isn't this a little, summer camp?" she asked. "That's the idea, genius," Gwen said as she moved past Heather. Heather scoffs, "Shut it, weird goth girl."

'Oh great. And here I thought The Sides' rivalry was terrible enough. By the end of this show and season, Gwen and Heather are going to have a stronger rivalry than The Sides themselves.' Lucy thought, rolling her eyes as she unpacked. "Look, if you two are gonna start a rivalry, leave me out of the chaos. I already had enough drama in my life since my freshman year of high school," she said, with seriousness and venom in her tone. Heather and Gwen shivered from her venomous words. They know that Lucy is not someone to mess with, so they keep their mouths shut and start to unpack their things. "You're smart. I feel that." Lucy turned to see Cody. "Shouldn't you be on the boy's side?" Gwen asked.

After that, Gwen threw Cody out of the girl's side of the cabin. That was until Lindsay then asked another question. "Where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straightening iron." "There are some in the communal bathrooms, just across the way," Chris explained. "Communal bathrooms? But I'm not Catholic." "Not communion. Communal." "It means we shower together, Lindsay. But I wouldn't worry about it. It's not like those shower rooms from the horror book and film versions of Stephanie Queen's Clara. There's a difference." Lucy explained, telling Lindsay what communal means. "Oh, okay," Lindsay said, now understanding what Lucy meant about the communal bathrooms. Then Geoff started talking to Chris. "Excuse me, Chris. Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?" "You're all sixteen years old," Chris said. "As old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge. Starting now." "Nice," said Geoff.

Suddenly, a scream was heard loud and clear outside of the cabin. The teens looked to see it was Lindsay, who was getting away from the cockroach. D.J. screamed as well as they all saw the roach, then leaped on a bed in fear and broke it. "That was my bed," Gwen said, looking unamused.

The roach continues to crawl, and the campers are screaming in fear and avoiding the cockroach. Then, Duncan holds an axe, ready to decapitate it. Until Marinette stops him, has the roach in her fingers, and takes it outside. "There. No cockroaches in my cabin," she said. Marinette then heads back to the cabin, where everyone looks surprised. "My uncle dealt with bugs like cockroaches back then," she explained while she continued unpacking. "Nice," Lucy said as she and Marinette fist-pound.

After that, they went to the main lodge. Marinette and Lucy thanked the chef for the food he made and gave them, and they walked to sit down with the Gophers. After a little while, Chris enters. "Welcome to the main lodge," he said. "Yo, my man. Can we order a pizza?" Geoff asked. That was until Chef tosses a cooking knife that barely misses Chris on the left and to Marinette's right. Everyone became scared of that. Everyone except Chris, Marinette, and Lucy. "Whoa! It's cool, G! Brown slop is cool! Right guys?" The campers agreed in fear. Chris then continues, "Your first challenge begins in one hour."

"What do you think they'll make us do?" Katie asked. "It's our first challenge." said D.J. "How bad can it be?"

"Whoa." said Lucy. When the challenge came, everyone was now in their swimwear, on a thousand-foot cliff, seeing that this was their first challenge.

"Non l'ho visto arrivare, eh?"

"Nope. Did not see that coming."

"Okay, today's challenge is threefold. Your first task is to jump off this one-thousand-foot-high cliff into the lake." Chris said, explaining the challenge tasks to the campers. "If you look down, you will see two target areas." They all looked to see the two target areas Chris was talking about. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic man-eating sharks." Marinette gulps, as she already noticed the sharks. Chris continues, "Inside that area is a Safe Zone. That's your target area. Which we're pretty sure is shark-free." "Excuse me?" said Leshawna. "For each member of your team that jumps and survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside the crates are supplies that you will need for the second part of the challenge. Building a hot tub. The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight. The losers will be sending someone home." After explaining their first challenge, Chris starts the challenge. "Let's see. Killer Bass, you're up first."

"So, who wants to go first?" Bridgette asked. The rest of the Killer Bass team were silent, not volunteering to be the first to take the first dive down from the cliff to the Safe Zone. The Screaming Gophers were even quiet. The atmosphere felt like a person could cut it easily with a plastic butter knife. That was until Owen breaks the ice, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, don't sweat it, guys. I heard that these shows always make the interns do the stunt first to be sure it's survivable," he said. Marinette and Lucy smiled. "Owen's right, guys. I'm sure they did test it out. After all, the last thing this place needs is a lawsuit." Marinette said encouragingly. Lucy nods in agreement, "Yeah, and I'll be darned if that happens." Lucy said with confidence already running in her veins. After agreeing that this was tested before they arrived, the Killer Bass continued, trying to figure out who was jumping first. "So, who's up?" asked Eva. "Ladies first," said Duncan. "Fine. I'll go." Bridgette said. "You got this, Bridgette," Lucy said. Marinette nods in agreement. "No regrets!" Bridgette smiles.

After that, she says as she prepares to dive, "It's no big deal. It's just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." As she jumped, she made it safely into the Safe Zone. The campers were happy seeing that she made it into the Safe Zone. "She did it!" said Tyler. "Yeah! I'm next!" With that, Tyler jumps next, letting out a 'Cowabunga' until he lands on a buoy. Bridgette winced the pain she had witnessed, while Tyler groaned in pain, yet he was still in the Safe Zone.

Geoff jumps off the cliff after Tyler. Eva was next, letting out a 'Lookout below!', and then Duncan, who was crossing his arms, not looking amused. It was D.J.'s turn, however, "Uh-uh. No way, man. I'm not jumping." "Scared of heights?" asked Chris. "Yeah. Ever since I was a kid." said D.J. "That's okay, big guy. Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken. So, you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day." Chris explained, putting a chicken hat on D.J.'s head. "Oh, man. For real?" said D.J. After balking like an actual chicken, "That means the chicken path down is that way." Chris said, pointing to an escalator that was surprisingly there at the cliff. As D.J. walks to the escalator, Marinette stops him, saying, "It's okay, D.J. There's no shame about not doing it due to a fear of heights." D.J. smiled. "Thanks, Marinette," he said.

After D.J. went to the Chicken Path, Ezekiel was next. He jumps until he bumps into a rock on the cliff, spinning in circles, and makes it safely into the Safe Zone. The Killer Bass, who jumped off, cheered while Ezekiel gave a thumbs up. Harold was next. He jumped until he landed in the Safe Zone on his crotch, which caused him to scream in pain, which made everyone, including the sharks, wince the pain he was now in.

"Oh, hate to see that happen," said Chris. "Excuse me, Chris. I have a medical condition." Courtney announced to him. "What condition?" "A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs." "You can chicken out if you want. But it might end up costing your team the win. And they will hate you." Chris said, pointing out what would happen if Courtney chickened out. "It's a calculated risk. I've seen the other team, and I don't think any of them will jump." "Alright, here's your chicken hat," Chris said, putting the chicken hat on Courtney's head. After that, he looks at his clipboard, tallying up the results. "That's eight jumpers and two chickens. We're missing one."

Sadie complained that she couldn't jump without Katie. After a minute of the two begging Chris, Izzy offers to switch teams with Katie, so as a result, Chris gives in. Making Katie part of the Killer Bass and Izzy with the Screaming Gophers. After that, Sadie and Katie jumped, joining the rest of the Killer Bass.

"Okay. So that's nine jumpers and two chickens. Screaming Gophers, if you can beat that, we'll throw in a pole cart to put your crates on." Chris said to the Screaming Gophers. "Nice," Trent said. "Okay, guys. Who's up first?"

"I'm sorry," Heather said, crossing her arms. "There's no way I'm doing this." "Why not?" Beth asked. "Hello? National T.V. I'll get my hair wet." 'Excuses, excuses, excuses. Oh, great. Now I sound like Mr. Sword Maker.' Lucy thought, with an eye twitch from both her stress and anger, until she looked unamused, sounding like a certain someone she knew as a child. She then snaps out of it when she hears her team continue, "You're kidding right?" said Gwen. "If she's not doing it, I'm not doing it," Lindsay said. "Lindsay, please, you don't have to blindly follow Heather's way," Marinette said. "Oh, you're doing it," said Leshawna.

After seeing Heather and Leshawna arguing, Lucy starts to see red. She stomps to Heather, grabs her, holds her up, and stomps to the end of the cliff. "I'm sorry, Heather. But I have about enough of this messed up drama that we have witnessed. Your lousy little excuses and talkbacks are just nothing but a giant waste of my time and everyone else's. So, shut your trap, shove it down, and get in there, NOW!" After saying that, Lucy throws Heather into the Safe Zone. "And that, campers, is a life lesson. Do NOT make a Corleone mad." Chris said with a smile on his face.

CONFESSIONAL: MARY-LOUKRITIA CORLEONE

"I had this stress and anger issue combination since my first day and freshman year of high school. After going through some things, I've been having these two issues all my life, to this day. The only thing good to know is that I have two systems of calming my stress and anger. And one of them is my two essential oils." Lucy then shows two bottles of essential oils labeled Stress and Anger Management. "These two are the only things that can help me calm down when I'm out. Without them, who knows what could happen."

Heather gets up from the lake, catches her breath, and glares daggers at Lucy. "Corleone, you are so dead!" she yelled for Lucy to hear. "Hey! She threw you into the Safe Zone, didn't she?" yelled Leshawna. She then turned to the rest of the team and said, "Now I just hope I can hit it too." After that, she jumped and made it safely into the Safe Zone with Heather.

Lindsay was then next, yet she appeared to be scared. "I thought this was going to be a talent contest," she said in fear. Chris laughs, "Yeah, no." After Lindsay jumped off the cliff. Then it was Gwen, followed by Cody, and then Izzy.

Justin was next, but after he jumped, he made it outside the Safe Zone. However, the sharks took him to the other jumpers and chickens instead of attacking him. "He's even popular with sea creatures." Lucy said, surprised. Beth then chickens out, which makes it Marinette's turn. She gulps, looking down. "I can jump with you, Nettie." Marinette looked to see Lucy smiling at her. Marinette smiles. She took a quick breath, and with that, she and Lucy both jumped. When they did, Marinette saw she was in the Safe Zone. The jumpers and chickens cheer for her. As she gets on the boat, she sees that Lucy is not in the Safe Zone. "Lucy, look out!" Cody yelped. But before the sharks can attack her, Lucy grabs the two sharks by the gills and pulls them the way a child does to a mother's earrings, which makes them swim away from her. "Thank you, fact-checking," Lucy said, swimming to the boat to join Marinette.

After Trent jumped, Chris talked to the rest of the jumpers and chickens with a megaphone, "Okay, campers. There's only one person left. You guys need this jump for the win." Chris then turns to Owen, "No pressure, dude." After a quick pause, "Okay, there's pressure." The Screaming Gophers started cheering for Owen to jump.

CONFESSIONAL: OWEN

"Oh, I was pretty darn nervous. You see the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer."

CONFESSIONAL: GEOFF

"I'm looking at this guy and thinking, there's no way he's gonna make it."

They all looked up to see Owen if he could jump or not. Then, he jumps, landing in the Safe Zone, making a big splash that splashes on the campers. Including the sharks. "The winners! The Screaming Gophers!" Chris announced. "That was awesome, dude," Trent said. That was until Owen started looking around. "What's wrong?" "I uh, I think I lost my bathing suit." The campers groaned in disgust.

"My eyes and ears will never be clean," Lucy said as she looked away while Marinette agreed. "I noticed," she said.

After hitting the showers and changing into casual clothes, they returned to bring the crates to their cabins. The Screaming Gophers use the pole cart they won, while the Killer Bass all have to carry all of theirs. When the Screaming Gophers got to the campground, they started using their teeth to open their crates.

After opening their crates, they got the supplies they needed to build their hot tub. While Lucy and Leshawna were getting the supplies, Heather and Lindsey walked to the two. "I just wanted to say I didn't mean that about you being a ghetto rap star wannabe. And I love your earrings. They're so pretty." she said, making amends to Leshawna. "Straight up?" Leshawna asked. "Well, I'm sorry I threw you over the cliff," Lucy said with a smile and crossed her arms. "No worries. I needed a push," said Heather.

After making up with Heather, they continued getting the supplies out. They then looked to see that the Killer Bass made it. Lucy then noticed something. "Hey, where are Sadie and Katie?" she asked. "They're just getting a drink," Courtney said, quickly answering the question. Marinette gasps as she sees Courtney's right swollen eye. "Courtney, what happened?" She asked. Courtney realized what she was asking about, and she quickly covered her eye with her hand. "Nothing, it's just an allergy," she said. "I think it's getting worse." Ezekiel pointed out. "Shut it. We don't want them to know that," whispered Courtney.

After a while, the Screaming Gophers got all the supplies and started building the hot tub. Then, it was finally time for Chris to see them. Chris starts with the Screaming Gophers. "This is an awesome hot tub!" he said. Chris then heads over to the Killer Bass with their hot tub. However, when he checked it out, the hot tub fell apart.

"Well, I think we have a winner here...the Screaming Gophers!" Chris announced. The Screaming Gophers cheered upon hearing that they had won the challenge. "Gophers, you're from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer. Bonus!" he said to them. Marinette was happy to hear that her team won the challenge. 'Maybe this camp isn't so bad after all.' she thought happily. Chris then turns to the Killer Bass. "Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight." he said.

"Our first day in this cruddy summer camp and the coolest part of it is that we won our first challenge and we get to stay for the next three days. Best summer experience we'll have ever." Lucy said, holding her fist up to Marinette, "Punch it in." Marinette understood it was a fist pound, smiled, fist-pounded with Lucy, and said, "Punch it in."

After that, everyone was back at the lounge, eating the dinner Chef had made. Lucy was enjoying her dinner when she heard the Killer Bass' conversation about who should be voted off their team.

"Well, I think it should be Princess or the brick house here," Duncan said, pointing to Courtney and D.J.. "What? Why?" Courtney asked. "Because unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats. And if we ever have to lift a truck, I like our odds with the big guy." Duncan explained. "But you guys need me," exclaimed Courtney. "I'm the only one-" "We know," Bridgette said, interrupting Courtney before she can finish her sentence. "You used to be a real CIT. Who would you pick?" Courtney looks around and then points to Tyler. "What about him?" "NO!" yelled Lindsey. The Screaming Gophers and the Killer Bass to her, and she started making an excuse to get the unwanted attention away from her. "I mean no...salt, There's no salt on the table, bummer." "Oh, sorry, Lindsey, I lent it to Cody. Here." Marinette says as Cody passes it to Lindsey. "Thanks," said Lindsey. "Hey, at least he jumped off the cliff, chicken wing." "Shut it!" "Okay, let's just chill out," Geoff said, trying to stop the argument between Courtney and Duncan. "This is getting way too heavy." "I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan says as he gets up. "I'm gonna go have a nap." "You can't do that! We haven't decided who's going yet!" yelled Courtney. "Well, I just don't get why we lost, eh? They're the ones that have eight girls. And one of them is being a hot idol wannabe." Hearing Ezekiel say those words caused everyone, including Duncan, to freeze in shock. Marinette spat out her water while Lucy coughed from her water after hearing those words come out of Ezekiel's mouth.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Bridgette. "Yeah, homeschool. Enlighten us!" Eva said, putting her fist on the table. "Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports, music, singing, and dancing than girls are," said Ezekiel. Lucy's eyes started glowing red in rage after hearing that. No one around her was aware of her now glowing eye. "Oh, snap. He did not just say that," said Geoff. Ezekiel continued. "My dad told me to look out for the girls, eh? And to help them in case they can't keep up." Eva then grabbed Ezekiel by the neck with her two hands and lifted him. "Still think we need your help keeping up?" she asked, shaking him to prove her point. "Not really," he said. Geoff then jumps in. "Okay, guys. Let's give him a break," he said, while Eva dropped Ezekiel. "I mean, at least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." "But, they are," said Ezekiel.

"Okay... THAT DOES IT!" Lucy yelled, grabbing Ezekiel. She then takes him back to the cliff, throws him outside the Safe Zone, and yells, "FATALITY YOU, YOU BETA-PUNK! GO BURN IN LAVA!" After that, she walks off, dusting off her hands and ignoring all the screams from Ezekiel while he was swimming away from the sharks.

CONFESSIONAL: MARY-LOUKRITIA CORLEONE

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the triggers of my anger issue. One is sexist punks, sexism, misogyny, misogynists, and chauvinists. People and things like that always get on my nerves since I was four. And don't even get me started on that play I used to be on when I was that age." Lucy stuck her tongue out in disgust, reminiscing what happened in her old school days.

After a while, it was finally time for the bonfire elimination ceremony. All the girls in the Killer Bass were already glaring at Ezekiel after what happened in the main lodge. "Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said. Chris then gets the team's attention. "Killer Bass. At camp, marshmallows represent what you enjoy by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your votes. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame. To catch the Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever. The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff. Tyler. Katie. Bridgette. D.J.. Harold. Sadie. Duncan. Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening...Courtney." Courtney was relieved to know that she was okay and not eliminated. "Can't say I'm shocked. Saw you picking your nose, dude. Not cool." Chris said to Ezekiel. "Dock of Shame is that way, bro." As Ezekiel walks to the Dock of Shame, Chris turns to the rest of the Killer Bass. "The rest of you. Enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe. For tonight."

CONFESSIONAL: GWEN

"Yup. This camp pretty much still stinks. But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well try to win."

After the elimination ceremony concluded, the Screaming Gophers were celebrating. For their victory. Lucy and Marinette raised their lemonade juice boxes and said in unison, "To the Screaming Gophers!" "To the Screaming Gophers!" their team cheered.

The Killer Bass were heading to their cabin, and Courtney stopped. "Are you recording this? Good. They can enjoy their little party all they want. But I'm gonna win this competition. And no one is gonna stop me." she said. That was until a water balloon hit her on the head.

"Sorry! Foul ball!" called Lucy.

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My Queen (Soran X Royal!Reader)

Request: Emily X Lindsey X R where r is royal but doesn’t want to be.

Author’s note: Hey dudes, this was super fun to write. Anything in Italics is Valaryan. Also let me know if you want a sequel or if you have a request. Getting asks really makes my day. Enjoy.

It was a very… weird experience.

To be back in the place you had spent so long running from. To be touring the place where you had spent your childhood with your friends who didn’t know you had spent your childhood here.

You would have much preferred to spend your day basking in the island sun at the pool with the team and your girlfriends, but you had been outvoted.

Plus you never could say no to the twin blue eyes that had your heart.

So here you were, staying at the back of the pack for a castle tour you didn’t want to be on, listening to some teen spout off facts about the family the team didn’t know you had.

Most of the team at least.

You would always be grateful to Kelley and Alex for letting you crash on their couch for months.

“And this is the family wing,” The girl leading you through the castle said as you passed through an overly ornate set of double doors. “Currently it is home to the King, Queen, and Prince. It also houses a hall devoted to the Princess, though she is not currently a resident.”

You wrinkled your nose at the solid door, perfect except for a tiny dent just above the handle.

When you were 10 you had broken your nose on the damn thing chasing after your older brother. At least it wasn’t as bad as the time you had fallen off the balcony sword fighting with him.

You smiled ruefully at the little imperfection.

“Hey, you ok?” Lindsey’s voice asked, just as a comforting arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You intinstintually leaned into your taller girlfriend. “Yeah, I’m good. Just tired,”

Lindsey frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. You had been weird since they had stepped off the plane. You were quiet, barely catching smiles at Emily’s attempts to cheer you up.

“You sure? You seem kinda out of it?” She pressed, gently pulling you closer to her, trying to see what you were staring at so intently.

You shifted against her, dragging your eyes away from the ding in the door to meet her blue.“Yeah, I'm ok,”

“You know we’re here for you,” She asked you seriously, kissing your forehead.

You nodded once, leaning up so she could kiss her lips. “I know,”

“You two are going to get left behind,” Emily called, shooting Lindsey a worried look. She didn’t like how in your head you were, and how you wouldn’t let them help you.

“We better catch up before we get lost,” Lindsey hummed, giving you one last squeeze, leaning in conspiratorially. “or attract the attention of a knight or something,”

You rolled your eyes. You had already done that once. You pushed off Lindsey and headed towards Emily. She immediately pressed a kiss of her own to your lips.

“You sure you’re good?” She asked Very softly against your lips.

You sighed, pulling away. “Yeah, I’m good,”

She opened her mouth like she wanted to say more, but the annoying voice of your tour guide cut her off.

“Let’s hurry along. The guards get fussy when we get too spaced out,”

“Why doesn’t the princess live here?” Sophia questioned curiously, her head tilting to the side. “I would never be able to leave a place like this behind,”

“I’m really not supposed to say,” The tour guide smirked, pausing in front of the doorway that led to the princesses hallway. “But rumor has it, there was a bit of a family rift, and she chose to leave the country instead of marrying the prince to our sister island,”

“She ran away?” Sam’s voice was dumbfounded.

“Left through a balcony. A shame since she was next in line for the throne,” The tour guide said, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“But isn’t her brother older?” Mal chimed in, her head tilting to the side, “Wouldn’t he be next in line?”

The tour guide schooled her head, leaning closer to her very captive audience. “Since her mother is the king's most recent wife, she is the rightful air to the throne,” she glanced behind her. “I’m not supposed to, but I’ll show you the balcony she’s said to have left from,”

She gestured for them to follow her through a hall you knew didn’t lead towards your old room.

You rolled your eyes, wrapping a hand around Emily’s wrist before she could follow the group and catching the back of Lindsey’s shirt as you turned down a different hallway.

You knew the way like the back of your hand. Two rights then a left. Easy.

“Where are we going?” Emily asked, tugging on your wrist. “We’re supposed to stay with the group,”

“I don’t want to get banned from playing,” Lindsey added with a grumbled, slightly excited to see you this animated.“Or arrested,”

“We won’t get arrested,” You rolled your eyes. Security wouldn’t arrest you, you knew that. Plus you had a secret weapon. “I know a view that is about a million times better that isn’t a misguided attempt to suck tips out of our friends,”

“Y/n,” Lindsey hissed, as you dragged them forward, pausing to hide behind a wall as a group of men passed you.

“Shh, we’re almost there,” You mumbled, peering around the corner and beginning to drag them to the place you wanted to show them.

It only took you three more turns to find the glass doorway you were looking for.

You paused in front of the stained glass, the bright reds and greens sending you back to childhood mornings sneaking through the colored lights to have breakfast on the garden terrace.

You reached out to push down the hidden handle, frowning when you were met with a thud instead of the door swinging open before you. You pushed the handle again, only to be met with the same result.

“It’s locked,” You mumbled, dumbfounded. It was never locked when you were a kid.

You sighed, moving the glass panel to the right of the hidden handle, revealing a small keypad.

“Y/n this isn’t mission impossible, we’re going to get arrested,” Lindsey grumbled, grabbing your hand so you couldn’t start punching in numbers.

You rolled your eyes, pulling away from her. You knew the code. At least you were pretty sure you did.

“We’re not-,”

Footsteps stopped your train of thought, as did a voice you hadn’t heard in nearly 8 years.

“Can I help you with something,” Lexa asked, her tone reminding you of the many conversations you had had about being safe.

You couldn’t help but look up at the voice, your Y/e/c meeting her green. Her pause was the only inclination that she knew exactly who you were.

“This area is unavailable to castle guests,” She finished slowly.

“Y/n was just looking for a bathroom, and we got turned around,” Emily said too quickly, but your eyes remained locked with your old bodyguards.

“I want to go out onto the garden terrace,” You said as if your girlfriend hadn’t spoken.

Lexa raised an eyebrow at you. “Turned around? Tour groups don’t travel the residential halls,”

“I’m sorry, we saw it from the street and she’s a bit much to handle sometimes,” Lindsey rushed to explain.

Lexa’s eyes tightened, and you could see the struggle. You had been made.

You matched her stone-faced expression, biting your lip before uttering the one word that would always get you out of trouble.

“Algernon,”

Lexa nodded once in acknowledgment of the safe word she had drilled into your head when you were young.

Her eyes followed the way your body went rigid at the admission. One she understood, but the two women you were with clearly did not.

“I think we can make an exception for the world's best soccer players,” She hummed, stepping around you to punch in the codes. “But you may only stay for a few minutes. I’ll have one of my team escort you back to your group,”

You grabbed Lindsey and Emily’s hands, dragging them forward. “Let me show you the best view in the city,”

*******

You stopped the ball with an annoyed sigh.

Going to the castle had been bad enough. Then you had to dodge your girlfriend's questions, and Now you had to listen to your teammate's gossip about the princess.

God, you hated that the tour guide had tried to explain the lines of succession to them. That she had tried to walk them through how your older brother couldn’t become king without you there because technically you were the next person in line.

He could but he was just being a pain in the ass about tradition or whatever.

You loved your friends, but they were too nosey, especially when they didn’t even know the person they were talking about.

That plus your girlfriends suspicious states had you on edge.

There was a reason you hadn’t told them yet.

“She ran away from controlling an entire country,” Sophia scoffed, “What kind of person just Surks that kind of responsibility?”

You rolled your eyes.

The kind that doesn’t want to be suffocated by rules and forced to marry some random prince.

“What kind of person walks away from literally having everything at their beck and call,” Mal countered, gesturing for you to tap her the ball.

“Maybe she didn’t want to deal with all the expectations that go with it?” You suggested, pulling off an elastico around Emily to pass Mal the ball.

Your fellow forward scoffed. “Come on Y/n, you can’t tell me you’ve never thought about what it would be like to be a royal,”

Suffocating you thought snidely

“Too many diamonds for me. Too pompous. I’ll stick with soccer, thank you,”

The team paused around you, seemingly considering your words.

“There are no sweats days for royals,” You continued. “No pajama days where you don’t get out of bed,”

“Yeah, that would suck,” Emily nodded, glancing at you with a look you couldn’t decipher.

“So would your parents trying to set you up with some random dude you had never met before to establish some trade routes or whatever,” Lindsey added, using her foot to tap the ball out from between your legs. “I’d stick with soccer too,”

Your chest swelled a bit at the support, even if they didn’t know exactly what they were supporting.

“Nah losers, I’d be queen,” Sophia said in a pompous tone, tilting her nose up. “And you’d all be my serfs,”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at her, feeling lighter than you had since you landed as your friends giggled around you.

It made you believe, not for the first time, that nothing would change between you all if you told them exactly who you were.

But would your girlfriends still love you if you came clean?

“Alright ladies, let’s get into formation for crossing drills,” Vlatko clapped, drawing you all out of the moment. “I want forwards up top, Press, Pino, Kristie, and Rose alternating services,”

“Y/n,” He said, catching you as you walked past. Lindsey paused with you, glaring at the coach. (They never would forgive him for Japan). “you have a visitor,”

He pointed in the direction of the tunnel, and you caught the edge of a familiar uniform.

“Go, I’ll be there in a second,” You grumbled, putting Lindsey’s arm. “Score a goal on Em for me,”

She gave you a hesitant nod and pay to your lower back before running off.

You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and headed for the tunnel, hoping it was only Lexa who had come to annoy you.

As you stepped off the field and saw the line of security, you knew you hadn’t been that lucky.

You sighed when you saw him. His hair slicked back, standing in a simple t-shirt and jeans, chatting with one of his many guards. There was your brother in all his glory.

“What are you doing here?” You scowled at his back.

He paused mid-word, very slowly turning. The smile on his face was blinding, and he opened his arms as if he expected you to actually hug him. “Hello to you too,”

You crossed your arms across your chest. “I have practice, what do you want?”

Your family had never shown any interest in your love of soccer, so why had he come here? Why had he appeared in front of your chosen family?

He chuckled, dropping his arms. “Is that any way to greet me after 8 years?”

“Yes, There’s a reason why we haven’t spoken,” You said too quietly, looking away from him.

He sighed, stepping towards you and tilting your chin up.

You could see the truth, the regret for how that night played out in his eyes.

“And I came today in hopes of changing that,”

*****

Lindsey’s eyes followed you as you disappeared down the tunnel, a frown firmly set on her face.

You had never been the most… emotionally open person, but she thought they had long since worked past the times you used to hide the things that were bothering you from them.

Apparently, she was wrong.

She could see it in every move you made. Every little thing you did since you all had landed in this damn country.

She sighed.

“You noticed it too, right?” Emily asked softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and matching her gaze.

“Yes,” Lindsey breathed out, leaning into the slightly shorter defender.

Emily hummed. “Do we know what secret person pulled her from practice?”

Lindsey ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “No. But I saw the security from earlier in the tunnel,”

Emily nodded.

“Think she’ll tell us?”

Emily’s head tilted at the question, and Lindsey’s lips pursed as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Eventually,” Lindsey said thoughtfully. It was better to let you work through whatever and come to them in your own time. “You know she doesn’t do well when we pressure her,”

“No.” Emily agreed, watching the movement in the shadows of the tunnel. She didn’t like that whoever had come to talk to you had separated you from the team. “All we can do is be there for her,”

Her eyes hardened as she saw the flash of a shoulder, and she knew her decision was made.

“Where are you going?” Lindsey’s hand caught her arm as she stepped towards the tunnel.

“To be there for her. Whether she wants me or not,” Emily said, her chin tilted high as she pulled her arm away.

She wouldn’t let you face whatever you were facing alone.

*****

“I have responsibilities. I can’t just leave,” You hissed, glaring at your brother. “You don’t need me to physically be there anyway. I signed the damn paperwork,”

“I know, but I want you there,” He said, his voice edging on pleading, his y/e/c eyes boring into your own as he carefully grabbed your shoulder. “You are my last living relative,”

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze, noticing the flash of a training jersey behind him.

“Father was clear when he kicked me out,”

His eyebrows furrowed at the use of your native tongue. He followed your gaze, also catching a flash of blonde, wondering if it was one of the women you had risked everything to show your favorite space in the castle.

“Father was too afraid. I am not. You are my sister, whether you want to bed a king or a queen” He said, turning back towards you. “Why are we speaking valerian?”

“I have my queens,” You grumbled, ignoring his question.

You didn’t want wandering ears dropping in. The team loved you, not for your name and title, but for who you were. You weren’t ready to give that up.

“And you are free to bring them to my wedding as well,” He nodded, waving his hand.

Emily edged her way closer.

You shook your head, both to her and to the man in front of you. “I gave up my rights to the throne. You don't need me to proclaim it,”

You spat the last part, thinking it atrocious that you had to give your brother permission to marry the girl he loved because it would make him king.

“I want you there because you are my sister, and I love you,” He said exasperatedly, his hand cupping your chin. “I don’t have an ulterior motive,”

You pulled your chin out of his grasp, holding your hand out to stop the guards from stopping Emily.

“I have a game,”

You stepped around your brother, and towards your girlfriend. You wrapped an arm around her as soon as you were close enough. “I do not wish to be a part of this. Do not come here again,”

You turned Emily around, sending a nod to Lexa before beginning to leave the tunnel and the conversation.

“I’ll send over your outfit. Whether you wear it is completely up to you,”

You barely paused at the call after you. You wouldn’t accept his gift anyway.

****

“I didn’t know you spoke another language,” Emily said softly, placing a kiss on the underside of your chin.

You hummed, pulling her and Lindsey closer to you.

It was the most relaxed you had been, laying with your girls in your hotel room, watching movies. You knew they wanted answers, but they hadn’t pushed for them yet.

“Here, Valyrian is the common language. I grew up speaking both it and English,” You explained, running your fingers up and down Emily’s back under her shirt. “Took me forever to actually talk,”

“Why?” Lindsey asked, tilting her head in your chest so she could look at you while you answered.

“I was thinking in two languages. It was hard to remember which words were which,” You said, staring up at the ceiling.

“And the man you were talking to?” She pressed, as Emily kissed the underside of your jaw again.

You let out a long breath, closing your eyes.

“He’s my brother,”

The words felt heavy on your tongue, like an omission you should have shared before.

“He had a lot of security,” Emily hummed, asking the real question without actually asking it.

She was giving you an out, and you loved them both for it. For not pushing you, even though you knew they wanted you to.

You let out another breath, but a knock at the door interrupted you.

Saved by the bell.

You very carefully extracted yourself from your girlfriends, ignoring their looks.

You knew what was at the door, and you didn’t want them to be the ones to face your brother if he had decided to deliver it himself.

You slowly opened the door, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you saw it was just his squire and one of the king's guards.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but the king was insistent that I deliver this to your hands only,” He rushed out, rocking on his toes and gesturing towards a golden bag with red lining, and a matching hatbox.

You didn’t want to think about what they held. The regalia that you had run away from.

“It's fine, I know how my brother is,” You hummed, hoping to set the boy at ease. This wasn’t his fault.

He nodded once, rocking again, “He also requested I ask if you need outfits for your companions. He wasn’t sure what style they would prefer,”

You compressed your lips, biting back a vicious comment. While the thought of your brother taking you… partners into consideration was good, but his complete bullheadedness was infuriating.

“Tell him thank you, but no. We will not be attending his wedding,” You said, your voice tight and tense.

The squire looked away uncomfortably. “He specified that I was not to leave until you agreed to attend,”

You sighed, waving a hand. “Return with my condolences. Explain I didn’t wish for you to be left in the hall all night,”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid I can not. I shall wait until you change your mind. Please at least take his gift,”

He shook the bag again.

“If you please.” You frowned, glancing down the hallway. Your teammates would be suspicious of the boy, but you knew he wouldn’t say more than that he was here for you. Your brother was very particular about privacy. “If you get hungry, or thirsty, let me know. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,”

The squire nodded, holding out a gold back and accompanying hatbox.

You took the box and garment bag from the young man, rolling your eyes when he bowed. Still, you didn’t have the heart to close the door on him until he returned to his full height.

You closed the door on him, unwilling to slam it while he was still in his bow.

You didn’t like people bowing to you. It made you feel pompous and you wanted nothing to do with it.

You sighed heavily, laying the bag on one of the chairs in the room and placing the box on the table next to it. You ran a hand through your hair, shaking your head.

You didn’t understand why he didn’t understand.

“What is that?” Lindsey asked gently, very carefully pulling you towards where she was sitting on the end of the bed,

You let her pull you into her arms, tucking your nose against her neck and pulling you so you were sitting on the bed between them. “My brother being overbearing,”

“But what is it?” Emily pressed, kissing behind your ear as she wrapped her arms around you both.

“Take a look if you want,” You waved a hand in the direction of the bag and box as if it offended you because it did.

It represented something you fundamentally hated. An expectation that you despised. You didn’t wear dresses or do what a good princess would, and you hated having it tossed in your face.

You hated that for your family to love you, you had to put on a pompous outfit and live up to pompous rules.

You felt Emily get up, and you couldn’t help but peek out of Lindsey’s neck as she approached the gold bag.

She very slowly unzipped the bag, revealing the red, velvety material underneath it.

Her fingers grazed over the metals on the left collar, a uswnt pin settled amongst the rest of the Royal honors you technically held.

“You’re the princess,” Emily said matter-of-factly.

You gulped.

“I was,” You said, your voice horse. “I’m not a princess anymore,”

You didn't want them to hate you.

Emily was instantly back at your side, as both of your girlfriends began to rub you back.

“The attendant seemed to convince the team that you walked away from it all,” Lindsey prompted gently, as both women tried to comfort you.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I didn’t walk away. My father kicked me out when he found out I had no intention of marrying a prince somewhere,”

“How did he find out?” Emily asked you, kissing your ear.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. “It’s cliche,”

Lindsey pulled back enough to raise her eyebrow at you, “hot stable girl?”

You shook your head smirking, “No. Hot knight,”

Both girls laughed with you, it was just so… cliche. That was the only word for it.

“The one we met?” Lindsey questioned.

“No. The one you met is Lexa. She was my full-time guard. She’s married to one of the healers, Clarke,” You explained, still smiling. “I was with her trainee Quinn. My brother walked in on us. I’m not into brunettes,”

“So he kicked you out,” Lindsey supplied, putting the dots together.

“My brother ratted me out,” You nodded. “So the king gave me enough time to get accepted into a college in the United States before signing the decree expunging me from the family record,”

You didn’t miss the way Lindsey’s eyebrows pulled together, or the little growl that left Emily’s lips.

“So what does your brother want now?” Emily ground out.

“He has a convoluted idea that we could be a family again. That the people would be ok with me going to his wedding,” You grumbled, shaking your head yet again.

“That’s why he sent the outfit,” Emily muttered, and Lindsey added a “And visited you at practice,”

Guilt bubbled up in your chest as they worked through your strange visit to your home country.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just wasn’t sure how to tell you,” You said softly, closing your eyes, waiting for them to finally direct their anger at you.

You knew how they felt about lying, and you had lied to them. This was a part of yourself you never wanted to have to show them.

Their hands were immediately rubbing your back again, and Lindsey used a thumb to coax your face out of her neck so she could look you in the eye.

“We forgive you,” She said, placing a very soft kiss on your lips.

“We can understand why you were keeping it from us,” Emily added, carefully tilting your head so she could kiss you over Lindsey’s shoulder.

The kisses stretched between the three of you for a long, blissful minute, before Emily pulled away, her eyes skirting to the box still on the table.

You smirked, waving towards it. “You can open it too if you want,”

“I couldn’t,” Emily scoffed, shaking her head, and you rolled your eyes. “You already opened one,”

You very gently pushed off of Lindsey, taking the few steps to grab the box before settling back on Lindsey’s lap.

You ran your fingers over the delicate gold of the box, flipping off the lid and tossing it carelessly on the ground behind you.

You glanced down at the contents, sucking in a slow breath when you saw the sleek gold of a crown that was most certainly not yours.

Your crowns were always wire-thin, delicate, precious metals fit for a princess. This one was sturdy, equally as handsome fitted with rubies, sapphire and diamonds, but not the delicate thing you had always been forced to wear.

It was the crown your father had always worn, just slightly smaller.

The sight lit a hunger in your tummy, one you didn’t know existed. You wanted, no, needed to see your girlfriends in that crown.

It wouldn’t be like the ones that would have worn if they were actually your queens, but it was enough.

“Come here,” You said softly, lifting the deceptively light crown from its padded confines. “every queen needs a crown,”

With that, you very gently placed the crown on Emily’s head.

The sapphires brought out the blue in her eyes, and the crown paired perfectly with her hair. She looked like it belonged there because it did.

“Iā pāletilla fit syt iā dāria” (a crown fit for a queen). you mumbled, sitting back on Lindsey’s lap to take the sight in.

You coughed, not even realizing you had switched languages.

“Where’s mine?” Lindsey smirked, very carefully pulling the crown off of Emily’s head and sticking it on her own.

You felt the red flame your cheeks as your jaw dropped just as it did for Emily.

“I can ask the squire to get you one,” You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck, staring at the way the light flickered off of the little emeralds in the crown for another long moment before you removed it from Lindsey’s head and stuck it back into the box.

They were so gorgeous. Royal life would suit them in a way it never had you.

“What?” They both asked, their eyebrows furrowing as you dropped the box on the ground behind you.

“My brother ordered him not to leave until I say yes to his invitation,” You explained, watching the horror take over their faces. You waved your hand dismissively. It was the boy's job. You would make sure he was taken care of. “I’ll have room service bring him dinner and a pillow,”

“But,” Emily began to protest, only to be stopped by your finger on her lips. “No buts. Let’s just enjoy tonight,”

You leaned in, replacing your finger with your lips.

Seeing them in that crown had done things to you. Things you hadn’t expected.

Lindsey made a small noise below you, and you pulled away from Emily long enough to chuckle before the midfielder pulled you into a burning kiss.

“Ao dīnagon se qēlossās isse issa jēdar. Ao issi se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson,” You hummed against her lips, leaning back to look at Emily too. “Se lanta hen ao,”

(You put the stars in my sky. You are the loves of my life. The both of you,”)

You were lucky to have them, and you would never let them go.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #soran x reader #soran imagine #lindsey horan imagine #lindsey horan x reader #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader

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One more cause I'm on a roll. "I have to tell them", sweet tarts, bonus if it's somewhat canon-compliant?

After the Orpheum, Carrie offers Julie a mea culpa, and they become, well maybe not friends again, but friendly enough, Sure they still snip at each other, but it's more playful bark than bite, and Carrie feels better about having Julie back in her life.

Especially since it means she has her Spanish tutor back, because even growing up around the Molinas, she has never really grasped the language.

Julie had texted her that she was running late, but Carrie was free to wait out in the studio, grab a soda from the mini fridge or a snack from one of the bins out there. Carrie had just settled down with a bag of apple chips and a sparkling water when she hears a noise from the loft.

"Hello?" she calls out. "Carlos? Is that you?" She starts climbing the ladder, and spies a flash of red flannel on the bean bag. "Oh hey. You're Julie's bassist."

"You can see me?" he squeaks.

Carrie rolls her eyes at that. Man these guys take the hologram thing too far. "Yes, what did Julie leave her projector on or what?"

"Something like that," he grumbled. "I'm Reggie, by the way."

"Carrie."

"I know," he says. "You here to hang with Jules? I think she's still helping drop little dude off at practice."

"Yeah, she told me that I could stay here until she got back. We're gonna do Spanish homework. Then math, bleh."

"I-I could help you with the math," Reggie offered. "It's been a while since I've done it and I honestly don't understand why they teach it to you the way they do, but it was always my best subject."

"That'd be great honestly, both Julie and I suck at it." Carrie descends the ladder, and goes back over to her spot, patting the cushion next to her as Reggie hesitates. "I don't bite you know."

He settles down next to her tentatively, then skims the problems on her page, before spouting off about equations and numerical functions that has Carrie almost lost. But then he gives a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks darken. "Sorry, math nerd. I get overenthusiastic."

"It's okay, I get it. I'm the same way about baking."

"you bake?" Reggie says, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Yeah," Carrie replies, twirling a lock of hair with her fingers, glancing away. "Our chef, Marta taught me, and it was... nice. She was classically trained, so I get the passion from her."

"Huh, I learned how to make a few things from my MeeMaw, but I'm pretty hopeless in a kitchen," Reggie says. "You never learned from your mom?"

"You mean Paige?" Carrie chuckled wryly. "Please, I doubt that woman knows what a kitchen is. And she walked out when I was still crawling. She doesn't even send me birthday cards, so not exactly the warm and fuzzy memory making type." She lets go of her hair, and wipes her palms down on her legs. "It's okay though. I have dad, and for a while, I had Rose, she was the next best thing to a mom."

"I wish I could have known her," Reggie says quietly.

"She was the best," Carrie whispers, then sniffles. Wipes at the water collecting in the corner of her eye. "We-we should get on with this math before Julie gets home."

Reggie reaches out, his hand lingering near hers, as if he wants to squeeze it-offer her some reassurance. But he's hesitating, and well, Carrie has never been one to sit by the sidelines while waiting on a (really really cute, admittedly) guy makes up his mind, so she reaches for him instead.

Only her hand goes right through him.

Carrie's eyes widen, because she hadn't seen Julie's projector, and Reggie had lifted things earlier, heck, she could see where he was denting the couch cushion by sitting on it. Reggie grimaces and looks at her. "I think I owe you a bit of an explanation."

After that, Carrie's world view changed a little bit.

Ghosts were real, who knew?

She had a lot of questions, and Reggie had very few answers, but she hadn't run away screaming or gone straight to therapy, so they considered that a win.

"Why can I see you though?" she asked.

"We think... Julie did something the night she kept us from fading? We're solid to her all the time, and the people she cares about can see us. Guess you're one of the lucky few. We're still working on being solid to people who aren't Julie though," was Reggie's explanation. He bit his lip and looked at Carrie. "Are you going to tell her you can see me?"

Carrie shook her head. "We just got back to an okay place, and this... it just complicates things. Is that okay?"

"So we can be secret friends?" Carrie had nodded and Reggie beamed. "I've never had a secret friend before, this will be neat!" Then he paused. "I guess that means I shouldn't tell Alex and Luke though."

"Probably not."

"We tell each other everything though," Reggie said. "I have to tell them about this."

"I mean, you don't have to," Carrie replied, aching to tangle their fingers together to stop his from fidgeting with his flannel.

"I really do, considering your dad used to be our bandmate," Reggie said.

That had lead to Carrie shrieking and a whole other explanation, and her vowing that she would sit down with her father (once he was back from his now totally explainable mental retreat) to set some things right.

“I kind of wish I could give you a hug right now,” is all she can say in the end. “I give killer hugs.”

“Think one of those would have been preferable to the hot dogs,” Reggie snarks, making Carrie snort out a laugh, leading to Reggie breaking down on giggles.

It isn’t until they finally stop shaking with laughter that Carrie realizes she leaning against Reggie, a solid warm being, and she throws her arms around him. Reggie almost jolts back but then her arms are around him, and what can he do but hug her back?

They only pull apart as they hear Ray’s car pull into the drive. “Still want to keep this a secret?” Reggie asks.

Carrie smiles and leans in, pressing a tiny kiss to his cheek. “I think I’m good keeping you all to myself for a bit, yeah.”

Reggie turns vibrantly red but gives her a crooked grin and a wink before shimmering out of view just as Julie opens the door.

“Hey Care, sorry to keep you waiting so long,” Julie says, sitting herself right where Reggie had just been.

“It’s okay,” Carrie replies, glancing up to the loft where she swore she saw a flash of red flannel. “I kept myself busy.”

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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kitsu-katsu · 2 years

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That person is and I are around the same age -- full blown adults in fandom! and they're still spewing the same stuff that made me feel uncomfortable in fandom spaces for a decade.

There's two issues here 1) they're spouting off like the mere acting of shipping a couple somehow making them amazing iconic representation. I loved Legend of Korra and Catradora is the same old thing that happened there. Two female characters that had amazing potential that weren't allowed to do anything until the last episode of the series because no one wanted or was able to actually rock the boat and develop them beyond them beyond the big reveal. Shipping doesn't fix that the canon material fell short. It just means you liked the potential and fandom did something with it that the show didn't. 2) The constant squawking about how how romantic relationships ARE found family is incredibly missing the the point. Like, this isn't even about our little Minecraft dudes and I don't think they've realized this, but they've expressed some level of disdain about every. single. platonic. pairing. Even the platonic pairing of John and Sherlock versus the romantic one got a digital equivalent of an eyeroll. Like, for people not interested in romantic relationships they aren't the same. For people who are interested in romantic relationships they're not the same. A romantic relationship is NOT a fix all that covers every single other type of dynamic and then adds something more (which is how it comes off). It makes people feel like they should just be happy with the romance because it should already cover whatever other emotional need they have, or that they're missing out on something if it doesn't include it, and I don't anyone realizes it comes off.

Saying friendships in fandom, or even media in general, isn't neglected or shoved off as something less shows a complete disregard for fandom history. Every tv show and movie shoves in a romance. Fandom will fucking make a popular ship out of demon hunting brothers if there's no other romance option. Fandom will have only 6 platonic relationships in the top 100 and go "why do you guys care about these all of these romance pairings ALSO consider themselves family" and not see the issue.

FUCKING PREACH

It gets me mad, for real

And the fact that all of these people saying stuff like this act in that twitter activism "I'm more morally righteous than you because I ship poc lesbians and think they should win" type of way only makes it so much worse

I do not give a damn if fandom went off the walls and did amazing things with them while the canon material held off until the end kiss, I don't give a damn if they started off as bffs or wanted to kill eachother, I don't give a damn if they were always canon. You are not morally superior to me because you ship gay ships that were canonized in the last episode

Breaking news! Gay ships are always the biggest ships

Breaking news! We are not doing "what event in media changed the game for representation" olympics anyway, we are talking about fandom space which functions differently to talking about the media landscape at large, so I don't particularly care how hard it may have been to get a canon gay kiss in, fandom has fanon gay kisses of every character under the sun galore

Breaking news! Romance is ALWAYS put over friendships and platonic relationships of any kind. You are not a radical, you are not revolutionary, and saying that not voting your poc lesbians is "racist and lesphobic" is quite frankly ridiculous and typical "twitter user is grasping at straws to morally condemn something they really dislike for a petty reason" behavior

The undervaluing of platonic bonds while romance means "more than friends" is not an act of revolution. It is literally the voice of amatonormativity. You are not bringing home some big W for the queers that you think you are, and calling very possibly aro people homophobic again and again because your sorry ship is for once losing is not the gotcha you think it is

I don't care about your "found family" if it's actually "these two are in love and they kiss passionately, then there's the other filler guys, anyways, have I told you that the lesbians kiss yet??" And I also don't care about your found family if it's actually "3 monogamous romantic pairings in a trenchcoat"

Can you call them found family? Yeah. Is it the type of platonic-centric one that would ACTUALLY be a surprise if it won in a fandom context? Hell no

Because fandom ships. Romantically. It is just what fandom does. As you said Firesnap, every tv show and movie shoves in a romance and fandom will ship two brothers if left out of options

Saying that the little, rare, purely platonic dynamics there are worth an eye roll because "oh these are also found family" when what people actually care about is the romance aspect is so infuriating

I don't want your romance. I don't care. It is not revolutionary like you think. Fandom always ships gay anyway. Society at large always undervalues friendship and platonic relationships of all kinds because it means "just friends". And holy shit, wanting a platonic dynamic to have a W for fucking once in a largely romance-only space does not make you homophobic or racist, what are you on about?

#kitsu rambles #amatonormativity #aro #aromantic #aroace #this is so /neg #I will start biting people again. whenever they use the homophobic argument I see red #like bro. shall I bring my girlfriend with me to testify to you that gay ships are always king in fandom? as if you didn't know?

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There was this guy a while back who I was friends with. We met on a mental health server where people would ask or talk about their problems with one another. The admins, like myself, were people who took it upon themselves to give advice. Haha, except this was an extremely awful idea in practice cuz no one was prepared for child suicide. (The owner had no foresight into anything mental health and really just possessed a vague idea of what he wanted to accomplish for people without really thinking about the consequences)

Anyway back to the guy, he would sometimes say these really awful things about down syndrome people and even autistic people. Jokes. But he would also call himself a monster. He was dead set on believing it about himself. I wanted to like help him deal with his problems better but I also ended up liking him as a result.

One day, he took things way to far, and I was so fed up with it because I had recently found out at that time that I too, am autistic. Yet this dude was sitting there saying it, with what seemed like a desire to cause a reaction. I literally think he wanted me to react violently or something idk.

So, because he was spouting off toxic nonsense. I thought it would be hilarious to do the same back to him. So I said "you're only a real man if you put it up the ass" while laughing. His immediate response was silence and then he was like "I gotta go charge my headphones" then I told him how stupid his jokes were in this elongated explanation of how harmful it was and I asked him to stop doing it.

After that, he didn't want to be my friend anymore because he couldn't take the fact that I was asking him not to make those kinds of jokes.

Idk if he actually considered me a friend. Which I kind of knew in the beginning. But at the same time, I also knew what it was like to be ostracized, so I thought maybe he needed someone. I think this guy was just so far gone that he actually didn't care about anyone but himself. I actually think he promoted violent tendencies and other questionable beliefs.

In the end I realized that the reason I liked him was because he brought out in me these emotions of self-loathing and allowed me to understand myself on a deeper level than before. My overall experience with this man in the end was for my own development as a person. To realize some people want to be assholes and know they are for their own agenda or feelings and just wanna have fun. But I also learned that while everyone has a story to tell, not every person who's like him wants to get out of it because they sorta enjoy it and the overall effect of making people feel bad.

Anyway, yeah, he was a dick, and he's one of the reasons why I am so blunt about a lot of things. When I see shit, I call it shit and don't let it go till they go away.

#heathen #autisim #abuse #trauma #friendship #toxic friends #toxic people #toxicity #toxic love

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Teko vs. Cera: Round 2

[Video ID: Teko walking towards Cera, who's curled up with her hoodie drawn over her head in a corner of the Naranja Academy courtyard at sunset. She can be heard faintly whimpering under her hoodie.

"I-it's okay...It's all...okay...You're...okay..." she repeatedly mutters quietly as if trying to convince herself.

"Wha...Oh my Arc, you're still crying...? I...must have messed you up really badly...I'm so sorry..." Teko says softly, concerned. He reaches his hand out to Cera, who weakly pushes it away.

"G-go...away...You don't...want me...Nobody wants...me..." Cera sniffles, her voice hoarse from sobbing.

"Uhhh...H-hey, you know what weirds me out? Why Glimmet are found in some random cave while Glimmora are in a government-restricted area. It's kinda odd, right?" Teko says nervously.

"What are you...talking about?" Cera asks.

"Heh...Hey, it actually worked! They say that spouting something random is a good way to get someone in distress to snap out of it. Now that I have your attention...Yeah, I'm not gonna put it lightly, I really fucked up yesterday with how I talked to you." Teko says.

"H...huh...?" Cera says, looking up slightly. Teko sits down beside her and puts his hand over her shoulder.

"I mean, I understand that you may have done some stuff that's too big to just ignore, and I'm still kinda mad at you to be honest, but...I didn't mean that we couldn't still be friends! Friends still get mad at each other, you know? I...actually kinda like you, Cera...and you've shown me WHY I like you over these past few days. I mean...even with all of the dumb goofy acting stuff you do, I know you're not like that!" he continues.

Cera loosens the drawstring on her hoodie slightly.

"I guess your whole performance is like...you don't wanna get burned by making yourself vulnerable, so you're covering yourself with spikes so that nobody can hurt you. Well, you're not gonna get hurt with me!" Teko says confidently. "Well. I mean, you're not gonna get hurt regardless...I doubt these could do any sort of meaningful damage." he chuckles, showing off his skinny arms. "...Still."

"Haha...ha...You...mean it?" Cera giggles softly.

"I mean, do I LOOK like the kind of person that would kick you further into a mental breakdown?!" Teko cackles. He quickly stops and looks to the side as if realizing something. "...D-don't answer that." he says.

"Then...prove it." Cera says, shakily getting up to her feet. The hoodie hides most of her eyes, but looking closely, they appear puffy and red.

"Eh? What do you-"

"I need you to battle me." Cera says, less shakily, as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, but what does this have to do with convincing me to...Wait, was this whole thing just an attempt to lure me up here to fight me again?!" Teko asks.

"N-no! I just...I have to let out all the junk swirling around in my chest, okay?!" Cera snaps. "...If I win...no...WHEN I win...then...you HAVE to be my friend!! You have to, okay?! I...I just want...someone I know won't ditch me for no good reason..."

"...I'll take you up on that. Sure was lucky I brought the troops with me..." Teko says, patting his Bag.

"All right...Let's get into positio-" Cera says before being interrupted.

"...WAIT! On one condition. If I win, then you have to start seeing Ms. Miriam on the regular for therapy!" Teko says.

"She...can do that?" Cera asks.

"Of course she can! Dude, you're already really fucked up on the inside. You've gotten this far in on your own, and you're really strong for that. But I can't just let you spiral off further until you end up hurting yourself!" Teko yells.

"...Yeah, I guess I can understand that." Cera says after some thought.

Cera releases her Rotom Phone, which hovers in the air besides her as both trainers get into position. A version of "Smart Race - DELTARUNE" with Queen's leitmotifs replaced with Spamton's starts playing from it as the battle begins.

"Alright, I'm leaving this to you, Truck Freak!" Cera says, sending out a Cyclizar.

"Let's get this party started. Cotton, you're up!" Teko says, sending out a Tinkaton.

"We are not losing to you again! Hit 'em with Wild Charge, Truck Freak!" Cera yells.

The Cyclizar charges towards the Tinkaton, cloaking itself in electricity. As it gets closer towards its target, the shroud of electricity condenses into a large electric orb held on its snout. Upon impact with the Tinkaton, the orb explodes, knocking both it and the Tinkaton backwards.

"You're coming in swinging right out the gate, huh...Alright, try to set up Stealth Rock!" Teko muses.

The Tinkaton slams its hammer on the ground twice, then smashes at an angle in one big hit. On the third hit, the hammer glows white, and the shards of sediment pulled up from the ground glow white and scatter to Cera's side of the battlefield.

"Truck Freak, counterattack with Rapid Spin!" Cera says.

The Cyclizar balances itself on its tail and starts spinning so fast that its entire body becomes a blur, then charges, swerving left and right, towards the Tinkaton. In the process, it knocks all of the shards away, which explode in the distance. The Tinkaton blocks the attack with its hammer on impact, struggling a little and getting pushed back.

"It doesn't look like she's trying the Shed Tail thing again...Cotton, hit it with Play Rough!" Teko yells.

"Nuh-uh! Try to dodge it and intercept with Iron Head!" Cera yells in response.

The Tinkaton charges, dragging its hammer against the ground, but the Cyclizar dodges nimbly. It jumps in an arc as its head begins to glow white, then smashes into the Tinkaton's back with its head while it's still reeling, kicking up a large plume of dust. When the dust clears, the Tinkaton is sprawled out on the ground, KO'd.

"Huh...You must be really serious about this, aren't you?" Teko asks, recalling the Tinkaton.

"Wha...I was serious the last time, too!" Cera yells, indignant.

"Well, the last time you didn't just immediately go for Cotton's throat, I'm just saying...Anyway, you can handle this, right, Patapon?" Teko chuckles, sending out a Falinks. A satchel full of Silver Powder is tied around the brass' horn.

"...Truck Freak! Hit this one with Dragon Rush instead!" Cera says after some hesitation.

The Cyclizar charges, enveloping itself in a blue barrier, then smashes into the Falinks, scattering them.

"It looks like it's on the ropes...Patapon, use First Impression!" Teko yells.

After rearranging themselves back into formation, the Falinks stack themselves up with the brass at the top, then curl into a circle as their horns glow in unison. They roll into the Cyclizar like a wheel, catching it under them and shredding it with their horns, then circle back to their original position and dismount. The Cyclizar lays in a gash in the ground, knocked out.

"Tch...You did pretty good out there, man..." Cera says, dismayed. "F-finish this for me, will you, Cyno?!" she yells, sending out a Lucario.

"Nice job, Patapon! Let's keep this momentum rolling with Close Combat!" Teko yells, proud.

The Falinks stack themselves up again, then charge towards the Lucario. They smack it into the air like a baseball bat, and five of them use the one at the bottom like a springboard, then mob the Lucario in the air and kick it back down to the ground. The troopers look visibly exhausted as they all drop back down to the ground again. The Lucario shakily gets up again.

"You got this, Cyno! Hit it hard with Psychic!" Cera says.

The Lucario's eyes glow blue as a pink bubble materializes around the Falinks troopers. It smashes the ground and the bubble collapses violently, scattering the troopers as they fall unconscious one by one.

"Yikes, I'm already two down...But those were mostly just the supports. Time to bring out the REAL big guns! You're up, Monty!" Teko says, sending out a Skeledirge.

"H-hey...we've dealt with this guy before! Cyno, hit it with Shadow Ball, just like last time!" Cera says, realizing Teko's strategy.

The Lucario runs up towards the Skeledirge, charging an orb of dark purple energy, then jumps. Right as its arc takes it directly above the Skeledirge, it hurls the orb downward, making an explosion. The Skeledirge strains to get back up when the dust clears.

"Well, we've dealt with that guy before! Monty, finish it off with Earth Power!" Teko retorts.

The Skeledirge's tail begins to glow a bright orange, and it slams it on the ground, causing a fissure of energy to surge towards the Lucario. The ground erupts under its feet, knocking it backwards. It struggles to get back up one last time, but ultimately collapses.

"Dang..." Cera mutters, returning the Lucario to its ball. "I...normally wouldn't do this, but I'm counting on you, Glaivenus!" she says, sending out a Baxcalibur.

"We have to put an end to this before it can start using Torch Song! Finish this guy with Earthquake!" Cera yells, confident.

The Baxcalibur raises its tail and flexes it, jumps up into the air, then slams its tail back down, making several shockwaves that toss the Skeledirge into the air repeatedly. The Skeledirge falls down when the shockwaves end, unconscious.

"Whoa...she's legitimately kicking my ass out here! But I'm not ready to throw in the towel by a long shot...Let's see if you can handle Rathian." Teko muses, sending out a Flutter Mane.

The Flutter Mane telekinetically opens the capsule of Booster Energy tied around its neck, pounds back the whole thing, and screeches.

"Wh...N-NO! I'm NOT dealing with you again! Glaivenus, you gotta take the mutant Misdreavus thing out with Iron Head!" Cera screams.

The Baxcalibur charges towards the Flutter Mane as the plating on top of its head glows white. It catches the Flutter Mane on top of its head, then dives towards the ground, grinding it between its head and the dirt. The Flutter Mane rolls from underneath its head, KO'd.

"WHOA! That was...super impressive, honestly. But do you think you're ready for Rathalos?!" Teko asks, sending out a Roaring Moon. The Roaring Moon tosses down the capsule of Booster Energy tied to its head, puts it into its mouth, then spits the empty capsule back out, letting out an earsplitting roar.

"Wha...ANOTHER mutant Pokemon thing?!" Cera splutters, exasperated and in disbelief. "Well...it kind of looks like a Dragon-type, I think? Let's see what you can do with Glaive Rush, Glaivenus!" she says.

The Baxcalibur does a backflip and ends up standing on its head with its dorsal fin facing the Roaring Moon.

"Wait...I know what she's up to, Rathalos! You think you can try and counter with Dragon Rush?" Teko asks frantically.

The Baxcalibur spews out a huge stream of Dragon energy from its mouth, propelling it towards the Roaring Moon like a rocket. Just before impact, the Roaring Moon grabs the Baxcalibur by its dorsal fin in its jaws, struggling to resist the Dragon energy's push. It finally manages to overpower it, then lifts the Baxcalibur up and smashes it against the ground repeatedly, sticking it into the ground via its fin and using it as a springboard at the end. Finally, it slams down onto the Baxcalibur, cloaked in blue energy like a meteor. The Baxcalibur goes limp stuck in the ground, KO'd.

"Nngh...We were so close, too..." Cera says, recalling the Baxcalibur. "But it's not over just yet! I believe in you, Bazelgeuse!" she says, sending out a Dragapult.

"We can still pull this off...Hit it with Dragon Darts!" Cera yells.

The Dragapult strains, and the two Dreepy in its head holes get blasted out with small bursts of Dragon energy. The Dreepy charge towards the Roaring Moon, centering on its chest and hitting it with a pincer attack from both sides, knocking it back into the air greatly. It visibly struggles to get back up. Once they hit, they frantically hurry back to its head holes and plant themselves within once more.

"Whoa...That was amazing, Bazelgeuse! I dunno how you're pulling this off, but keep it up!" Cera beams, causing the Dragapult to flip happily in midair.

"Yeah, that was impressive, all right." Teko admits. "But even though I'm getting thrashed, I'm not gonna just get shown up like some chump! Rathalos! Hit 'em with a Jaw Lock!" he yells.

The Roaring Moon charges and grabs the Dragapult by its head via its jaws. It starts violently beating the Dragapult against the ground over and over again, culminating in it rearing back and throwing it to the ground hard enough to make a large crater. It roars triumphantly as the Dragapult lays in the crater unconscious.

"A-aargh...I'm losing so many team members..." Cera whimpers. "You gotta win this for me, Grunty!" she says, sending out a Hatterene.

"Hmm...A Hatterene, huh? Those things are kind of bulky...Rathalos, use Dragon Dance, just to be safe." Teko says.

The Roaring Moon runs around frantically in a manner evoking a dance, culminating in it soaring up into the air and roaring as a burst of Dragon energy spills from its body.

Cera's eyes light up with an idea. "...Grunty! Now's our chance! I think we can end this with Moonblast!" she yells.

The Hatterene charges up an orb of pink energy in its tentacles and hurls it at the Roaring Moon. It gets caught on the Roaring Moon's body for a split second before exploding violently in a pink, glittering blast. The Roaring Moon is knocked onto the ground, KO'd.

"Whoa! Rathalos is like the toughest guy on my team...and...Wait, am I seriously down to my last buddy?!" Teko says, surprised.

"Heh...Hahaha...Ahahaha!!" Cera cackles, grinning as her tongue rolls out, with her braces on full display. "This...this is fun! Come on, man! Let's get this last part over with!" she says.

"Alright...I'm putting all my trust into you, Maou! Get out there and WIN THIS THING!" Teko roars, sending out a shiny Kingambit with an intense scowl on its face.

"Wait...I know what he's gonna try and pull this time! Grunty, use Psychic Terrain and stop him!" Cera says in realization.

The Hatterene slams its tentacle on the ground after charging it with energy, and a pink dome swirling with multicolored energy grows to cover the battlefield.

"Well, she's not attacking... Let's prepare for our next attack with Swords Dance!" Teko says.

The Kingambit focuses, and several swords made of energy appear around it. They spin around it, dissipating when it lets out a mighty battle cry.

"Alright, I think it's time to end this...I learned THIS from Rathalos!" Teko says triumphantly, pulling out a Tera Orb. He bites the rim of the orb, not even fazed by the energy surging into it, then uses his head to toss it above the Kingambit like a shot put. The Kingambit Terastallizes into a Fairy-type.

"I'd wager she's trying to put an end to this...Hit her with Sucker Punch, Maou!" Teko says.

The Kingambit tries to move forward to attack before the Hatterene, but the energy in the dome surrounds it and warps it back to where it was before.

"Ah-HA! It worked! Did you see that, Grunty?! Our plan worked!" Cera says, excited. "Let's try and hit it with a Psyshock! Come on!" she yells.

"The Hatterene shoots a pink bubble from its tentacle as its eyes glow blue. The bubble surrounds the Kingambit, then collapses, knocking it back significantly.

"Ouch...This isn't looking too good..." Teko mutters. "...Maou! Try to hit it with Iron Head instead!"

The Kingambit jumps up high as the blade on its head begins to glow white, then slams down onto the Hatterene blade-first, dragging it into the ground. The Hatterene collapses, KO'd.

"N-nooo!! We were right there...I...I can't lose here! Not NOW!! Samus...Please, if you really care about me...WIN THIS FOR ME!!" she yells frantically, sending out an Armarouge.

She holds up her Tera Orb, stumbling back a bit from the surge of Tera energy, then tosses it up and headbutts it onto the Armarouge, which Terastallizes into a Psychic-type.

"This is our last chance, Samus! I know you can do it...Hit this thing with Expanding Force!" Cera yells.

The Armarouge slams its pauldrons together and puts them to the ground. The energy in the battlefield surges underneath the Kingambit, erupting in a massive pillar of psychic energy, knocking it back.

The Kingambit weakly gets up, crawls to its knees and enters a pose of supplication.

"...Huh...? Is it...giving up?" Cera says, confused. She and the Armarouge walk closer to it.

"Wha...Maou, you can't just throw in the Arcdamn towel! I...We're both down to our last! You can't...WE can't just stop fighting after we worked so hard to get he-" Teko yells desperately, flailing his hands.

The Kingambit quickly raises its head once the Armarouge gets in range with the intent of making one last swipe with its head. It succeeds, knocking the Armarouge to the ground, unconscious.

"...Oh." Teko says in a tiny voice.

Cera's jaw drops open, stunned. She falls to her knees in disbelief as tears well up in her eyes, eventually faceplanting into the ground. The Rotom Phone shuts off the music.

"So...I...guess that's it...then..." Teko stammers.

Cera, her entire body laying in the ground face-first, begins sobbing loudly, her cries muffled by the grass.

"H-hey, hey, please don't cry! You tried really, really hard, okay? I was surprised by all of the stuff you kept pulling out!" Teko says frantically, flipping Cera's limp body over.

"I-I just...I really...wadded to be...f-friends with...you...a-and...and now you're g-godda leabe me foreber...b-because we weren't...strong edough..." Cera blubbers.

"W...what are you talking about?" Teko asks nervously.

"Yesterday...whed you said...you weren't godda forgive me...and thad I hurt all of your friends...you didn't like me any more...That meant we weren't friends...right?" Cera continues.

"I wasn't going to leave you, you dumbass!! That's what I meant yesterday! We weren't wagering our friendship on this battle..." Teko yells, flustered, as he slugs Cera on the arm.

"Heh...heh heh...you're starting to sound like...my other friends..." Cera giggles weakly.

"...Huh. You know, when you put it like that, I think I might have an idea of what's actually going on there. I wonder if they have a group chat, too..." Teko muses." But the point is, like...I can't just forget what you did...but I really WANT to forgive you. I've learned a lot about you over these past few days, and...I like you! All of you! You're an even bigger nerd than I am, your weird heel persona thing is fun to be around once I know you don't mean any harm, and did you SEE what you did in that battle?! I don't even know if you're anywhere close to Champion-ranked like I am, and you still thrashed my team down to the last of them! I...I get what you're going through. I don't want to lose you either." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You...mean it? We can...be friends for real? You're sure?" Cera says, sitting up.

"...Yeah." Teko says softly, trying his hardest not to cry too. "You just...have to do some stuff for me, too, okay?"

"T-that's...fine..." Cera sniffles.

"Alright, first...I need you to apologize to all of my friends, too. You hurt them as much as you did me, and I can't just go parading around with someone that, as far as they're concerned, is still public enemy number one." Teko says.

"A-alright..." Cera says.

"And second, you have to go to therapy like we agreed. If we're gonna be friends, I'm not going to let you destroy yourself over your own mental issues." Teko says firmly.

"Okay...T...That...sounds fair. Just...give me a second." Cera says.

She turns away to pull her hoodie down. She grabs her Rotom Phone out of the air and, after a brief delay, "Deltarune - Chapter Rewritten: Nerdly's Theme" starts blasting from the phone.

"...what are you doing?" Teko asks, cocking his head to the side.

She turns around to face Teko attempting to wear her usual shit-eating grin, though the effect is marred a bit by her puffy, bloodshot eyes and her face being stained with tears and snot.

"Well then! I thiiink I've spent enough time next to you for one lifetime. I'm gonna have to take...a really good shower once I get back to the dorms." Cera says.

Teko snickers, then bursts out laughing.

"Oh my Arc, you're really committed to the bit, aren't you?! I mean, I know this is like, a defense mechanism, but like, you were fucking ugly crying two minutes ago!!" Teko cackles.

"Well, if I'm going to show you up like a chump, I have to do it with some style, don't I?" Cera says, hugging Teko.

"I'm...really glad...you like me." she says softly. Wait...that light on the Rotom Phone...it's not supposed to be on, right?" Cera asks, looking into the camera.

"Oh yeah, that! I decided to record this in case I had to give proof when I was referring you to therapy." Teko chirps. "I...probably should have said that from the beginning..." he says sheepishly, rubbing his hand on his neck.

"...Wait, WHAT?! You mean people might have SEEN me like this?! TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF-" Cera stammers, mortified, dashing towards the camera and snatching the Rotom Phone out of the air.

"Cera, wait-" Teko says, before getting cut off by Cera turning off the camera.]

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heavenlyhischier · 3 years

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only when you're high - rafe cameron

word count: 4.3k

summary: Rafe only ever talks to you when he's high, and you've eventually had enough.

warnings: angst i guess, language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, lil makeout sesh at the end

note: ik this isn't the request but i've been working on this for a while so here ya go <3 this is def not my best writing so dont judge it too harshly

3:53 a.m.

You had been dreaming about your cat taking over a world full of people with fish heads when the incessant ringing from your phone jolted you awake. You blindly flung your hand onto the nightstand, knocking over a half empty water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen before your fingers grazed the cool screen. You picked up the device, nearly blinding yourself when you opened your eyes to see who was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Once your eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, the name ‘Stupid Kook’ was displayed across the top. You hesitantly swiped to answer.

“What in the flying fuck do you want,” You whisper yelled, propping your half-conscious body up with your elbow.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted, his voice dragging as if he was thinking too hard about his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped breathing for a moment, not sure what you were supposed to say to his weird revelation. You had been having a weird thing with Rafe for a few months now. After many drinks, you would often finding yourself making out with him in a secluded area. Despite your random make out sessions, he had never once called you to simply hear your voice. In fact, he hadn’t even called you before. It was usually always a quick ‘wyd’ text at midnight and nothing more.

“That’s weird, you’ve never called me before,” You pointed out, “You’ve also never called me baby before, so what’s that about?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Always wanted to call you that before so why not? What are you up to, baby,” He asked, his words slurring together in a way that could only happen while under the influence.

“You’re high aren’t you,” You sighed. Of course, he was high. You should have known that from the get-go. Rafe Cameron wouldn’t have called you sober; he never even looked at you sober.

A brief silence hung over the line, Rafe’s heavy breathing being the only thing coming through the receiver. “Maybe a little. Had a rough day, so I went to see Barry and now I’m at Topper’s. Talking to you.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your features; a smile that was gone almost as soon as it came. You let your elbow fall from its position, your head falling back onto the pillow that was still warm from when you were asleep. “How sweet of you. What are you doing, anyways? Shouldn’t you be getting shitfaced and taking some innocent girl to bed?”

He let out an airy laugh before speaking. “The only one I’d like to take to bed is you, and we somehow always stop before it gets to that point. Anyways, it’s just me, Topper, and Kelce, and I started thinking about us in the back of my truck when we were outside. Before I knew what I was doing, you answered the phone.”

Your cheeks flared red as images of Rafe’s hands exploring your body flashed through your mind, the feeling of his ring on your skin igniting something inside of you. His mouth latching onto the sensitive spots of your neck as your moans filled his truck. You let your fingers ghost over your lips as if you could still feel his own on yours. More memories of him exploring your body in every way but the way you wanted him most were running through your mind. Every time you wanted to give in to him, give in to your urges, but you couldn’t.

“You know, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you and I hate it,” He started, his words still slow, “I hate it because you’ll never let me have you.”

“Rafe,” You groaned, running a hand over your tired face, “I don’t really feel like giving myself to someone who only talks to me when they’re drunk or high. Someone who would rather be caught dead than with a pouge.”

“You know it’s not like that, baby. It’s complicated,” He tried, and you could tell there was a hint of unfamiliar panic in his voice.

“It always is. Guess I’ll see or talk to you next time you get fucked up. Goodnight Rafe,” You whispered before hanging up on the boy, ignoring his desperate protests.

1:38 a.m.

You turned the shower water off before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor, water dripping from every part of your body. You chose to ignore the buzzing coming from your phone, moving to grab the towel hung on the back of your bathroom door. However, the buzzing started again as you were drying off your legs.

“Who the fuck,” You groaned as you wrapped the towel around your still wet body. ‘Stupid Kook’ was making a second appearance, much to your surprise. “Yes, Rafe?”

“What’s up your ass,” He laughed his infectious laugh. You could picture him throwing his head back and his glazed over eyes twinkling with amusement, something you had only seen when you found yourself admiring him from afar.

“Nothings up my ass. Just don’t know what your high ass wants this time.” You gripped your phone in your hand and started to walk back towards your room. Your parents had fallen asleep hours ago, so you had to make sure you were quiet. However, that deemed difficult in the darkest hours of the night in your already poorly lit house. You bumped your hip and stubbed your toe on just about anything that was out in the open. Once you were in your room, you hastily shut the door and flipped the light switch on.

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Where are you,” Rafe yelled, making you wince and pull the phone away from your ear.

“Jesus, dude. Calm down, I was walking back to my room,” You chastised, doing your best to hold your phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“What were you doing? I missed you,” He pouted.

You ignored the swelling you got in your heart and said, “I was leaving the bathroom. I just finished showering. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a shirt you had taken from JJ after you had thrown up over whatever you were wearing that night. Rafe began telling you what he was doing, which was quite literally nothing. However, he quickly dove into a spout of how you were naked and wet and how badly he wanted to see you without any clothes on. Your cheeks were burning as he went on and on about all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you. You let him ramble on a bit more as you turned the light off once you were clothed and ready for bed.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rafe,” You stopped him, pulling your blanket back so you could crawl in bed. “So, calling me two times within a week? You falling in love with me?”

It was so painfully obvious that it was a joke, but you could practically feel the tension radiating through your phone from Rafe’s end. His abrupt silence concerned you because this boy was far from silent when he was doped out.

“Maybe I am,” He finally got out, and you couldn’t detect any sarcasm in it.

“Sure you are,” You rolled your eyes, blaming exhaustion for briefly clouding your judgment, “If you were in love with me, you’d actually talk to me when you aren’t too fucked to remember your own name.”

You started picking at a loose thread on your blanket as you let your mind wander to what life would be life if you had an actual relationship with Rafe. Going to parties with him. Hanging around the Island Club with him and his friends. Him doing lines off your body before having his way with you.

“I will talk to you when I’m not high,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “If that’s what you really want.”

“I do,” You said way too quickly, “I mean, yeah sure. That would be nice, I guess.”

“Just text me and I’ll answer.” You couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped your lips, but you did try and hide it from Rafe. Your attempt was no good, though. “You’re tired, go to bed.”

“No, I’m fi-.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Rafe shouted over you, “Talk to you soon, baby.”

Rafe’s name popped up on your phone screen every few days after he had gotten drunk out of his mind or too high to do anything other than find your contact. You didn’t mind it at first, but after you had texted him during the day and those messages went unanswered, you grew hurt and annoyed. You had tried asking him why he wouldn’t respond, but he always found a way to change the subject. You wanted to ask him about it in person, but you hadn’t seen him in almost a month. You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t bother to pick up the phone when he was sober, but wasted no time in calling you as soon as he got his bump in.

One of the nights he called, you offered to have him come over because your parents were gone, but he said no. Made up some excuse about how he was staying with Topper for a while since Sarah cheated on him and he wanted to be there for his friend. You understood that, so you didn’t push him after that. Then, the next time you told him about a party everyone was going to and how you wanted to see him there. You even told him to bring the other two. That time he told you he was staying away from parties for a while, wanting to stay to himself for the most part due to the constant stress from his dad. You knew how Ward could be sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to believe him and move on from there.

You wanted to be mad to him for only acknowledging you when he was high, but you couldn’t be. You’ve always wanted to feel wanted by somebody, and he made you feel like that albeit only when he was far gone from reality. You could deal with it as long as you got to talk to him, no matter how insecure it made you. Well, you thought you could.

2:25

Your parents were gone for the night, so you opted to watch Marvel movies in the living room. You were so invested in watching Iron Man and shoving popcorn in your mouth that you didn’t feel your phone go off the first six times. Or the fifteen times after that. Not that you would have cared either way. You knew the only person it could be was the boy who never wanted you sober. The credits began rolling across the TV, so you finally decided to pick up your discarded phone. You were shocked to see Rafe had called you eight times and texted you thirteen. Overall, his texts said the same thing.

Why aren’t u answering me :(

Call me pls

I wanna talk to you baby

It was if he knew you were finally looking at your phone because his contact popped up not ten seconds later. You rolled your eyes, but reluctantly answered.

“Y/N! Where have you been,” He whined into the receiver, “I’ve been trying to call you for like two hours.”

“Watching movies,” Your words were sharp and short, not particularly wanting to talk to him right now. You’ve nearly reached your breaking point with him.

Rafe could immediately tell something was off with you by the way you sounded. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath in, setting your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table after you paused the end credit scene. You leaned forwards and planted your elbow on your knee as you held your head in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I’m just getting fed up with you only wanting to talk to me when you’re high or drunk,” You started, “I used to be fine with it because it once every couple of weeks, but now it’s almost every day and it’s annoying. You told me to text you when you’re sober, and I did, but you never responded. I try and offer to come over to you or have you come to me, but you always have an excuse. I know you want to be there for Topper and you don’t really want to be around anyone right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”

“Y/N, I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just-It’s complicated. Please understand that,” He was practically begging you to listen to him.

“Rafey, are you coming back to play beer pong with us,” A female voice suddenly cut through the sudden sound of music.

Your breathing stopped and your heart felt like it was being squeezed by Rafe’s own hand. A wave of heartbreak crashed over your entire body. “‘I just don’t want to be around anyone’ huh? Thought you were just spending time with Topper for a while? You know, if you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so,” You whimpered, hurt now mixing with your anger and annoyance.

“No, wait,” He tried, yelling at whoever came in the room to get out, “Y/N, please. It isn’t lik-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is like that, Rafe. It is exactly like that. You don’t want to see me, and that is fine. I get it. Why would you ever want to be seen with someone from the Cut? It doesn’t matter, though. Don’t call me anymore. You lied to me. That is not something that I can forgive,” Your tears were too strong to hold back now, “I don’t care for liars, Rafe Cameron, and you’re the biggest one of all.”

You quickly hung up and turned off your phone, throwing it towards the end of the couch so you weren’t tempted to grab it. You grabbed the large blanket from the back of the couch, picked another movie, and let your tears fall as it played in front of you.

“Honey,” Your moms gentle voice broke through, “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light shining through the giant window. The headache hit you like a ton of brinks, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Your mom was hovering over you, her hand on your shoulder and her soft eyes pretending to not notice how puffy your cheeks and red your eyes are.

“I guess so,” You mumbled, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, “I’ll go lay down in my room. I’m still tired.”

She gave you an understanding nod with a caring smile and helped you off the couch. Her hand lingered on your back as if she wanted to say something to you, but she decided to leave it alone for now. You would talk to her when you were ready, if you ever were. You gave her a thumbs up when she told you her and your father would be out again most of the day.

Your feet dragged as you stumbled back to your room, using the wall to keep you steady. You pushed the door open with your foot and gave your cat, who was laying on your bed as if she owned it, a stupid smile. You fell onto the bed and pulled her onto your chest as you turned your phone back on. You were scared to confront the actions from last night, but knowing Rafe, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to even send you a text about it. You were quickly proven wrong the moment your phone turned back on. The vibration from all of the texts, voicemails, and snapchats felt like it lasted for five straight minutes. Nearly all were from the boy you wanted nothing to do with. Although, you noticed a voicemail from Topper, who you forgot even had your number.

Um, hey its Topper. Look dude, I don’t know what happened, but Rafe is freaking out like a bitch right now. He keeps mumbling shit about how he fucked things up with, which I didn’t even know you two were a thing but whatever I don’t really care. He kicked everyone out of my house and has been calling and texting you for like thirty minutes straight now so please call him back, so he shuts the fuck up. If not for him, do it for my sanity before I kill him. Uh, yeah, thanks, bye.

You sighed deeply after the voicemail cut off, your heart rate increasing at the thought of Rafe being upset. If he was bad enough that Topper of all people called you, you knew it was bad. You wanted to not care because of how he made you feel, but you did. You’ve always cared about the blond boy more than you cared to admit. You finally decided to look at the messages he sent you.

Y/N pls call me back

I’m sorry its not what it looks like and I know that sounds stupid but its true

Pls talk to me. I need u to talk to me

I promise that I never wanted to hurt u ok???

I love you, Y/N. Please call me or I’m coming to your house tomorrow.

The world stopped spinning when you read the last message. You kept reading it over and over again as if you misread it the first time. Rafe had never been any kind of affectionate with you until he called you baby. Rafe Cameron was not someone known to get emotional, so you weren’t sure if you believed his words. He was a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted, so what was different now?

You heard a knock on the door followed by your moms muffled voice, but you were too focused on the situation in front of you to notice who it was. Your eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the three words you never thought anyone other than your family and friends would say to you. The world around you was fading away, your heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of your chest as tears slid down your still puffy cheeks. You weren’t going to let him do this to you. You weren’t going to let him toy with you anymore.

“Y/N,” A deep voice dragged you out of your subconscious.

Your eyes darted over to the door and saw the last person you wanted to see. Rafe was standing there, his eyes wide and blood shot and he looked like total shit. His hair was a wild mess, nothing like its usual tamed state. You met his gaze and you wished you hadn’t. One look from him and you were puddy in his hands. One look and every thought you had about never seeing him again flew out the window.

“Hey, can we talk,” He mumbled, his bright blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, you gave him a swift nod and gestured to the spot next to you on your bed. You leaned to the side and placed your cat on the ground, watching as she rubbed herself all over Rafe’s leg before scampering away. His walk to your bed was painfully slow, and you wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that was unreasonable.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Your voice was harsh, trying to ignore the urge to reach out to him. “What do you want to talk about? How you only use me for your own pleasure? How you only ever even look at me when you’re drunk or high? How you lied to me? Wanna talk about that?”

Your anger surprised even yourself. One second you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, but then the memory of how he treated you came back and flipped a switch in your brain. You don’t know how you feel and you hate it.

“I deserve every bit of your anger,” He breathed out, letting his hand fall dangerously close to your own, “But please let me explain everything to you, okay?”

“Fine,” You gave in, “Talk.”

“Yeah, thank you, okay. I really do want to talk to you when I’m not absolutely fucked, I do. I know that it doesn’t seem like that, but its true. I just, I can’t. Every time I look at you, think about you, I hear my dads voice screaming at me that I will never be good enough for anyone. I have this thought drilled into my head every day that no matter what I do, who I am, I am just never enough. To me, you’re no exception to that. In fact, you remind me even more. Wait no.”

Rafe rubbed both of his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, afraid that he’s already fucking this up. “Rafe,” You gently spoke up, turning to grab his hands from his face. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

His eyes met yours and you could see how strained he was. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes for you to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. “Okay, um, okay. To me, you are way too good for me, so the only time I feel comfortable talking to you is when I’m high. I’ve never had trouble talking to any girl before, but you’re more than that to me. You’re more than just some girl to me and it scares me, so I feel like I have to be, yanno, not me. When I talk to you. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted to be with someone in my life”

Your hand was still holding his as you let his words sink in. Him revealing how his dad truly made him feel made your heart ache for him. It made you want to grab him by the face and tell him how he is more than good enough. You wanted to let him in, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the risk that came along with it. You’re not sure if you want all the things that came with being with Rafe Cameron. He’s followed by hurt and lies, and you do feel guilty thinking that, but it’s been proven true countless times.

“Rafe, listen to me,” You began, moving so you were straddling him and holding his face in your hands. His hands immediately came to grip your hips, and you are well aware that this was a more than compromising situation. “I understand that your father is probably the worst person we both know, but that doesn’t excuse you lying to me. I don’t know if I can trust you, no matter how much I may want to.”

You watched as tears gather in his eyes, and he was doing his best to keep them at bay. He had never felt the way he feels about you before, and he’s more than aware that his reputation precedes him. He knows that he’s done nothing more than prove how untrusting he is to you, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from trying to prove to you that he means what he’s saying.

“I know that nothing I say will fix what I’ve already done. I know that, but I can show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me. We can go at your pace. Do things your way. Just, please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”

You’re searching for any detection of a lie in his eyes, in his voice, but you come up empty. You wipe away the stray tears that broke through his wall of protection. You hesitantly placed your forehead on his, and you could hear him take in a sharp breath at the connection. Your eyes fluttered closed, your nose brushing against his as you weighed all of your options.

“Did you mean what you to me? In your last text,” You whispered, too scared to open your eyes and look at him. “Do you actually love me?”

“More than you know,” His breath was hot against your chin, and he pulled you closer into him.

You decided to take a leap, dive into something that scared you more than anything. Your lips finally met his, and Rafe wasted no time in returning the feeling. Your hands fell from his cheeks and clasped each other behind his neck, while his hands stayed placed on your hips, too scared to push you too far. You deepened the passion filled kiss by pulling him closer to you and running your tongue across his bottom lip. Rafe’s lips moved in such a sensual way that you almost didn’t know how to react. It was much different from the lust filled kisses you’ve shared in the past. You started moving your hips on top of him, an action that had him gripping your hips tighter than before.

Y/N,” Rafe breathed out after he broke away from you, “If you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

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burnout: part five - rafe cameron

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warnings: swearing, discussion of a boating accident, inappropriate comments

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Rafe Cameron had one thought swimming through his head for days. Two thoughts. The first being kissing Jenna Tucker. He wants to so bad it hurts. He wants her to be a part of his world, not some girl he has to constantly be on his toes around. He wants to feel her comfort when he needs it, without questions or hesitations from either side.

The second is what the hell Kelce lied to her about. He needs to know so badly and he couldn't even explain why. A part of him just knows he cannot and will not fuck things up with this girl.

Rafe stalks into the Club and finds Kelce at the bar with Topper, grinning and checking out some girl across the deck. He shakes his head, and with a final exhale, he approaches them.

"Yo, Cameron," Topper greets, holding up a beer bottle to Rafe.

"No, thanks," Rafe waves it away, "A word, Kelce?"

"The fuck you so formal for, dude?" Kelce jokes, "What's up?"

Rafe sighs, glancing between his two friends and then runs a hand through his hair. He knows Topper being present will only take this conversation places he doesn't want it - doesn't need it - to go. He inhales and then speaks.

"What'd you lie to Jenna about?"

Kelce frowns, "She told you I lied to her?"

Rafe nods. Topper snorts, and right as Kelce opens his mouth to speak, Topper's voice fills the already thick air between them.

"Told you. She's manipulative. And catty. You say it all the time, dude. She's a brat. What are you working so hard for?" Topper questions him, leaning on the bar.

"I don't mean-" Rafe stops, swears, "She's not. Not the way I thought. Come on, dude, just tell me what you said to her."

"I don't know, Rafe, I probably spouted off some bullshit before I took her to Top's party. I don't remember. Convincing her to go was tough enough, you think I didn't have to at least make up something? And then, she left with you, bro," Kelce finally speaks up, shrugging as if there's nothing wrong with the words he'd just said.

Rafe shakes his head, "Why would you lie, though?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Kelce stands up straight now, then pats Rafe on the shoulder. Rafe's heart sinks in his chest, waiting for his best friend to confess his undying love for Jenna Tucker, "Was trying to get laid, dude. Especially by a girl who rejected Top. I mean, that's-"

"Fuck you, dude!" Topper laughs, shoving Kelce away.

They both crack up, but Rafe stays silent. He looks between the two, and for the first time in his life, he doesn't relate to them in the slightest. Of course, Rafe has thought about having sex with her. He thinks about it every time he sees her. But the way he felt, the way he feels, is different than Kelce. And Topper. And every other douche bag who looks at her.

"Shit, I gotta go," Rafe lies. He turns to walk away from the boys without another word, but Topper has other plans.

"Fifty bucks if you hit, Cameron."

Rafe, with his back to Topper, feels his jaw practically hit the floor. He'd known for a while that Topper wouldn't let this shit with Jenna go, but to say something like that? About her? He closes his mouth and clenches his jaw, then spins on his heel to face his friend. Topper's smirking, clearly amused with his bet.

Rafe doesn't hesitate, "Fuck you, and fuck your money, Top."

Topper's face falls, and Rafe doesn't wait around for a response. He walks away as he pulls out his phone, typing out a message to the girl named Brat in his phone.

Need to see you.

He hesitates, thinking maybe he should add more, and then stops. He's never hesitated firing off a text to a girl before. With a shake of his head, he presses send, then makes his way to the parking lot.

Jenna's hands are unsteady as she applies mascara. Not too much, just a little. Just enough it makes her look awake. Her back aches, sleeping on the floor had not been the best decision. Although, she wouldn't change things if she could.

The text chain still sits open on her phone. The boy named Frat Boy Asshole is coming to her house to pick her up, and she'd made sure five times that her father is on a conference call for another hour. She's confident she can slip out without him noticing.

Her phone dings again, and her heart stops. She can feel the adrenaline racing through her veins, the nervousness of hanging out with him and the excitement of possibly getting to see the same version of Rafe Cameron she's become so attached to making her feel more awake than the two cups of coffee she'd had.

Frat Boy Asshole: Will your dad come out with a 12-gauge if I come to the door?

She giggles, and when she registers the fact that she just giggled at something Rafe Cameron said, she closes her eyes and lets her head fall. This is dangerous, she thinks. This is so fucking dangerous. Lock up your heart. He can't hurt you if you don't feel anything for him.

She replies.

Yes. Be right down.

Taking her phone and her wallet just in case, as she had no idea what this adventure entails, she hurries down the stairs and out the front door. She's quiet, easing the front door shut. When she spots Rafe's truck sitting at the end of her driveway, her heart does somersaults in her chest.

He keeps his gaze on her as she walks down, eyes trailing over her t-shirt and shorts as if it's the last sight he'll ever see. He's okay with it. In fact, he's much more than just okay with it.

"Hey," he greets when she pulls open the door, hopping into the passenger seat.

"Hey," she laughs, "Are you kidnapping me?"

"I think it only counts as kidnapping if the kidnapee doesn't come to you willingly," he smirks.

"Kidnapee?" she questions.

He grins, then faces forward in his seat and puts the truck in drive. She just watches, completely mesmerized by ever move he makes. This is not good.

For the first time in her life, she decides to ignore the voices in her head. The only way to truly know Rafe, and to figure out his motives, is to get to know him. That, she's determined to do. If he'll let her.

"Seat belt," he reminds her as he pulls away.

She smiles to herself, Sarah's word briefly running through her mind before she does as told. He smiles when she does it, but bites down on his lip in an attempt to conceal it.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

He thinks for a moment, a number of potential responses running through his brain. She just watches the wheels turn, no longer trying to hide her stares. His mannerisms, his tells, are a big part of who he is. She wants to know each and every one.

"Favorite book. Go," he finally says.

"What?" she furrows her eyebrows.

"What, what? Was that unclear?" he laughs, looking over at her. He has one hand drooped over the steering wheel, and the way he drives so easily makes her feel things she shouldn't. How can such a simple thing spark so many feelings at once?

"No, just surprising."

"Well?" he raises a brow, settling his gaze back on the road.

"Well," she repeats, dragging it out as she thinks, "East of Eden, I guess."

She watches as his jaw falls open slightly, and when he looks over at her, there's something she can't read in his eyes. She notices how the sun makes them lighter, and somehow, more beautiful. A bright, reflective blue that she wants to get lost in.

"You're telling me, out of all the books in the world, you'd go with John Steinbeck?"

She feels her cheeks burn, "Yes. I would."

"Interesting," he replies, nodding his head.

"Have you ever even read his work? Why is that so surprising?" she questions him.

"I don't know," he admits, "I guess I just thought you'd say something more cliche. Pride and Prejudice, maybe."

She gapes, "A classic, Rafe Cameron. Don't speak ill of Jane Austen. She's brilliant."

He laughs, and heat radiates through her at the sound. It's a sound she's rarely heard; the tenseness of the Club always making it difficult for him to relax.

"I wouldn't dare," he replies.

She glances out the window, trying to find some sort of hint at where they're headed. Toward the water is the only thing she can guess.

"How do you know I read? I mean, what made you ask me that?"

He shrugs, as if it's the easiest question in the world, "I've seen you reading."

"When?"

Another shrug, "On the beach. You sit in the same spot I did when you gave me that mai tai at the Club."

Her heart plummets to her stomach. No way he'd done that intentionally. It had just been where he ended up.

"Oh."

He grins, but he doesn't say anything else. He can tell by her response that he's got her thinking, and that's all he hoped to do. After another minute, she speaks again.

"All right, I answered yours. Now, you answer mine. Where are we going?"

He smiles, "We're almost there."

"That's not the answer."

"It's an answer."

She groans, letting her head fall back onto the headrest. He laughs, and she swears that sound could make her do anything. Rafe flips on the radio after a while, questioning Jenna about her opinion on Fleetwood Mac.

The song playing ends just as Rafe pulls up to their destination. He parks his truck neatly, and when Jenna looks over at him, he already looks a little sad. She slowly takes off her seat belt and hops out, having not been able to suck a full breath in since she realized where he'd brought her.

"Why are we at the marina?" she asks as she rounds the truck to meet him.

He shuts his door and locks it, then turns to her. He takes a breath to calm himself, then tucks the keys away in his pocket. Jenna stares at him, watching as he slowly raises his hand out to her, palm face up, silently asking her to take it. Something in her stomach sparks, but she ignores it and reaches for him anyway.

The feeling of her skin on his is not something Rafe thinks he'll ever get used to. At least not any time soon. He doesn't speak, but Jenna has resided to letting him carry out whatever plan he needs to. He leads her down from the truck and toward the bridge, where the accident had occurred.

He doesn't speak, mostly because he doesn't know what to say. Neither does Jenna. She has no idea why he's brought her here, what he could possibly be doing.

He leads her down to the edge of the water, just underneath the bridge, and she can see the damage from there. She closes her eyes and looks down, not wanting to relive that night any more than she has been. Rafe squeezes her hand, providing silent comfort.

"Just so you know, I didn't bring you here to make you sad," he says, and then he smirks, "Or to make a move. Although, I hear the water can be very romantic."

"Not when you almost kill the girl's brother in it," she replies back, but she bites down on her lip to hide the smile forming there. He snickers.

"That's a fair point."

She looks up at him again and watches as he stares out at the bridge, at the damage that gives away what he'd done. The expression on his face is unreadable, but she's sure he's reliving it.

"This is where things changed for me," he speaks suddenly, not taking his eyes off the damage to the bridge, "I had gotten some, how do I put this, input - from a rather opinionated girl at the Club, and I was trying to be that guy. The guy she seems so sure is in here somewhere."

Although a little confused, Jenna nods, "This girl sounds like a real brat."

Rafe smirks and nods his head, "Oh, the worst. And, not to change the subject or anything, but she's always wearing these sexy, tiny ass dresses-"

"Point, Cameron," she teases him, attempting to usher away the blush rising to her cheeks.

"Right," he nods, "Anyway, she told me I didn't have to be this guy or put on this show for everyone. I was really gonna try, too. And, when her brother showed up at the marina, I know I should've sent him home. But, selfishly, I thought if I got in with her brother, maybe it would increase my chance with her. When the accident happened, I had a choice to make. For that split second, I thought about what she would do. What she'd want me to do. That's exactly what I did."

"Rafe," Jenna's voice comes out weak, and she herself almost doesn't hear it, "I don't understand what you mean. Am I missing something?"

He moves his gaze down to her, eyes searching her features. He's looking for something, and when he inhales sharply, she knows he found it. Her hand is still wrapped up tightly in his, and he squeezes it again.

"Come on," he says gently, pulling her hand as he leads her down closer to the water.

They stand virtually at the edge, Jenna watching as Rafe's eyes search the area. She can feel the tension in his hand, and she knows he still has more to say.

He looks far to their left, then raises his hand and points to a spot in the water.

"It was about there when I stopped. We'd all had a few, and I figured we'd sit around, listen to music and chill while I sobered up. It was a clear night, there were stars and everything. I kept replaying the conversation we'd had at the beach the day before in my head, thinking about you telling me that I don't have to put on the show for everyone else. That I didn't have to be this guy that everyone thinks I am. Stopping to sober up was my first step in that direction. I never would've done that before you."

Jenna nods at the admission, not exactly sure where he's going. It's already so much more information than she'd known previously, more than Josh had ever shared. She squeezes his hand, urging him to keep going.

"Anyway," he continues, "I sat down at the front of the boat with Topper, and everything was good for a while. Josh was kinda quiet, but he usually is. Scarlett, one of Sarah's friends was with us, and she started talking to him. I couldn't hear them, but I didn't really care to, either. Next thing I know, the boat's moving again. Scarlett's driving, and I tried to get her to stop. Or at least slow down. I don't know what the fuck she was trying to do, but she was drunk and I guess she wanted to show Josh how fast the boat could go. I was yelling at her, trying to get Topper and Kelce to help, but she wouldn't budge. Kept telling me to relax. I got mad and picked her up, moved her out of the way, but I was still drunk. I couldn't fix it the way I could have if I was sober. It happened so fast. I couldn't stop it-"

"Stop," Jenna demands. She can feel tears threatening her eyes, so she looks up and attempts to blink them away. After a minute, she turns to him again, "Rafe, why are you telling me all this now? How could you let people think it was all your fault?"

He shrugs, "Scarlett doesn't have a license. She was drunk as shit. I had my license, and I knew the Cameron family name would take care of the rest. If I told the truth, she could've gotten fined, maybe even arrested-"

"So, you took all the blame? You protected her?"

Jenna can feel her heart tumbling around in her chest, this new information shedding so much light on the situation. He'd never deserved to be yelled at by her. He was trying to better, for her. Trouble found him that night, discouraging him from his ability to be a good man.

"I did," he confirms, "Technically, it still is my fault. I should never have been that drunk in the first place. People expect it from me, though. It didn't matter. But, I knew you would've done the same. For Josh. I wanted to tell you, but my dad, he made me promise I wouldn't. I just couldn't hold it in any longer. You'd never completely trust me if you didn't know the truth."

"Rafe..." Jenna trails off, tugging on his hand to get him to face her.

He does, and the softness in her eyes makes his heart melt. He brings his other hand up and sets it on her waist, the overwhelming urge to press his lips to hers clouding his judgment. She doesn't object, she's not sure she could find her voice even if she wanted to, feeling his hand heat her skin through her shorts.

He licks his lips and watches her eyes flicker down to them, making his heart swell. He swallows anxiously, then pulls her even closer.

"You let me act like a brat," she whispers.

He smirks, "I kinda like it."

She grins, pushing herself even closer to him. She can feel his chest against hers now, eyes daring him to kiss her. She's not sure how things between them have changed so rapidly, how she hated his presence a few weeks ago. Now, she doesn't ever want to leave it. Briefly, Jenna searches for the voice in her head telling her to run. To not kiss him. To not get too close. She doesn't find it.

Rafe leans down, and just as he touches his forehead to hers, he whispers, "Make a deal with me."

"What?" Jenna whispers.

"Make a deal with me. Don't kiss me until I'm the type of guy you want. Until I prove to you I'm worth it."

She smiles slightly, flickering her eyes to his. They're so close, all she has to do is make one move and she'd be kissing Rafe Cameron.

"Deal," she whispers. She waits for Rafe's chest to deflate before she angles her head just so, pressing her lips onto his. It takes him by surprise, and a low groan emits from the back of his throat when he realizes that telling her the truth changed her opinion of him.

He'd still lied, he'd still gotten drunk. He'd still let Josh get on the boat. But, it was different to her. He wasn't just some frat boy asshole, some rich boy with too much money and too little sense. He's complicated, but in his own, beautiful way. She trusts him now. Completely.

He keeps their kiss gentle, hand trailing from her waist up to her cheek, cupping it in his hand to keep her there. She wraps her other arm around his neck, his warm skin heating up her cold hand.

Jenna's kissed only a few guys in her life, but this kiss is different. He's gentle but firm, like everything he's ever felt for her is pouring out of his mouth and into her own. She feels like she's on fire, but she doesn't want it to be put out. She wants to do this forever.

Rafe is the first to pull away, pressing two more kisses to her lips for good measure before pulling all the way back. Her lips are pink, a bit puffy, and the expression on her face is incomparable to anything else he's ever seen. God, she feels so good, he thinks.

"I-" he starts, then stops himself, shaking his head, "I can't think of one frat boy asshole comment to make right now. Got anything?"

Jenna laughs a real, genuine laugh. It's like music to Rafe's ears, a soundtrack he wants on repeat until the end of his life.

"Did I render Rafe Cameron speechless?" Jenna teases.

"You usually do, with the short fucking dresses and-"

"There it is," she stops him, laughing again.

He chuckles, squeezing her hand for what seems to be the millionth time on this trip. As he looks out at the water again, at the place he'd thought made him lose Jenna Tucker completely, his heart tugs. He pulls her into his chest and wraps his free arm around her, refusing to let go of her other hand. She wraps her arm around his back and they stay like that for a while, letting the sun fall behind the clouds and the breeze carry away any doubt or hesitation.

"You have to relax, Rafe. Sit down. I'll go get-"

"Don't leave," he grabs ahold of Jenna's wrists, keeping her close.

"I'm not going anywhere," she tells him, smiling softly, "I'm just gonna get you a blanket and a pair of Josh's sweatpants."

Rafe shakes his head, eyes wide. The idea of separating from her for only a minute seems impossible.

"Baby, please. Don't leave me."

His voice is vulnerable, weak, unguarded. She just swallows and nods, letting him lead her over to her living room couch. He lays down and pulls her on top of him, squeezing tight as a refusal to let go.

Jenna doesn't speak, words failing her as she cuddles her head into the crook of his neck. He always loves when she does that. When he speak again, she's surprised by what's on his mind.

"I know we're not on good terms," he whispers, voice cracking under his emotions, "I know. I'm not ignoring that. I just needed you, I always fucking need you. Please don't leave me."

She kisses the nape of his neck and whispers back, "Never. I love you."

Rafe takes Jenna to The Wreck to eat something, having heard her stomach growl at the marina. He had laughed and promised her a good meal before taking her home, then laughed again when she suggested The Wreck.

He holds her hand from the parking lot all the way inside, taking a table in the corner of the place. She scoffs when he brings his chair on the same side of the table as her, wrapping his arm loosely around the back of her seat.

"I always thought people who sit on the same side of the table were cliche," she teases him.

He laughs, "Can't kiss you from all the way over there."

He points to the other side of the table, as if it's a mile away. She laughs again, cheeks turning pink at the thought of kissing him in public. Her eyes wander around the place, almost empty, as if to see if anyone who could know her father is around.

"I'm gonna start making you pay up every time you make a frat boy asshole comment," she teases, eyes still wandering.

"I don't mind," he smirks.

When he notices her wandering glance, he reaches for her chin and pulls her to look up at him. She smiles, embarrassed she'd been caught.

"What's so interesting?" he asks.

"Nothing," she shakes her head, "Sorry."

"Mhm," he hums, nodding his head but making it obvious he doesn't believe her.

"It's just weird," she finally says, still staring up at him, "Being here. With you. On the same side of the table."

"Weird, wrong?" he raises an eyebrow.

"No," she's quick to shake her head, and some of her hair falls down onto her face.

"Good," he whispers, brushing the hair back and tucking it behind her ear.

She smiles, and when he leans in, butterflies soar through her stomach. Again, is all she can think. Again, and please don't stop.

Just as his lips brush over hers, they both hear someone loudly clear their throat. Rafe groans and closes his eyes, and Jenna pulls away from him with a sigh. When she turns to look for the source, her stomach drops when she lays her eyes on JJ. He has an apron around himself, and is holding a pen and paper. His eyes are hard, gaze burning into hers.

"JJ," Rafe greets, but it sounds more as if he means to say, oh, great. You.

"JJ," Jenna repeats, her voice lighter than Rafe's had been.

"What can I get you?"

His words are harsh, unfriendly. She frowns, and something blossoms in Rafe's chest.

"Hey, man, sorry. Haven't even looked yet. Been a little busy," Rafe's voice is snarky, and he leans closer to Jenna just because he can.

JJ clenches his jaw, eyes beading into Rafe's, then speaks again.

"I'll be back, then."

He walks away, and Jenna watches as Rafe relaxes in his seat. She hadn't noticed when he initially puffed his chest out, but the fact that he did makes her scoff.

"Your possessiveness is unbecoming, Cameron," she teases him, echoing her words from the day they'd walked into the Club together.

He grins, "Oops. Think I hurt his feelings?"

"Probably."

She opens the menu sitting between them, the other one still on the opposite side of the table. Rafe watches as she glances over the options, not seeming to mind about JJ's emotions. His eyes glaze over, watching her being his new favorite activity.

"You don't care?" he asks quietly.

He'd seen them talking before, at Midsummers, at the Club during lunches, and he'd noted the way JJ looks at her. He'd always wondered if she had reciprocating feelings for him, if she felt the same.

She chuckles, "No. I'd rather spend time with you than play therapist to JJ."

Rafe grins. He leans down and presses a kiss to her cheek, then rests his head on her shoulder as they both look over the food options. If she doesn't care about JJ, he won't either. The sense of protection, the need to mark his territory, melts away as he breathes her in.

To her, this day feels like their own. Nothing can change the way she'd felt at the marina. Not even JJ Maybank.

When JJ returns to the table, awkwardly scratching the back of his head and eyeing the way Rafe's fingertips brush Jenna's shoulder blade around the back of her chair, he only asks them to order.

Rafe watches JJ's glances, as if he's trying to subtly ask her what the fuck she's doing. Jenna only looks up at him to order, then looks down again. Just as Rafe starts to wonder if she's hanging her head down in shame, embarrassed by the scrutiny of the boy, she moves her head up again and places a hand on his knee. JJ registers the movement and his jaw wounds tigther, but Rafe grins so big he swears this can't be his life. Once Rafe orders, JJ retreats to the back again without another word.

"Your possessiveness is completely becoming, Tucker," Rafe teases her, eyeing her hand still on his knee.

She laughs and squeezes his flesh, then lets her hand relax on him. While they wait, Jenna grills Rafe on his favorite book ("does Playboy count?") and they both rank their top five favorite movies. Rafe teases her, she laughs, and they both feel as if they've finally found some sort of safe haven amongst their messy lives.

Soon, they're both too wrapped up in their food and each other to be paying attention to JJ, or the numerous people who file in. Jenna thinks, in between Rafe's questions, how long it's been since she felt happy. She'd spent so long inside this web of lies, manipulation, mistrust, and anger. She'd cut herself off from most of her friends, holding the remainder at arms length. Rafe is the first person who's broken those barriers down, who's made her feel that she's worth the effort.

Rafe throws his napkin down on his plate as he finishes his food, then turns and angles his body so he can see her better. She smiles shyly and sinks down in her seat, feeling him bring his hand up to run it through her hair. He twirls it around his fingers absentmindedly, reveling in the softness and the scent. Lavender and vanilla seems to be his new favorite smell.

"I have to ask you something," he warns, watching her look up at him.

"Okay."

"What did Kelce lie to you about?"

Jenna takes a deep breath, "He told me at Midsummers he had nothing do with Josh being on the boat that night. I believed him at first, which is how I ended up at Topper's party. When you told me he brought Josh, I realized I couldn't trust him. It's stupid, I know-"

"It's not," Rafe shakes his head, the words coming out easily, "He's your brother. And you don't deserve to be lied to."

Jenna's eyes flicker down to her lap, picking at her nail polish. Rafe can tell she wants to speak, so he gives her time to find the right words. He watches as she swallows, and when she looks back up at him, her eyes are soft.

"I just - I don't have room in my life to be trusting the wrong people. I've spent so long thinking it's easier to trust no one than to put my faith in the wrong people. It's too hard. I know you were honest with me today at the marina, and I know that was a big thing for you. I guess I want you to know that I trust you. Just, please, don't make me regret it."

He just nods, stilling his hand against her hair. He wants to kiss the vulnerable expression off her face, to whisper promises about how she won't regret it, that he'll be the man she needs. Something about the moment, the confession, keeps him still.

"I promise," he almost whispers.

Jenna gives him a soft smile, and that's all it takes. His hand travels up to the back of her neck, and he leans in then. Her smile only widens before he presses his lips to hers, keeping it soft, gentle, reassuring.

"I promise," he repeats against her mouth, "You're not alone anymore."

The words travel straight through the air and into her chest, filling a hole in her heart she hadn't known existed until this moment. He pulls her into him by her neck, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. It feels like every broken piece, every part of her that had been shattered by her father, gets glued right back together as he holds her.

When she pulls back from him, he checks his watch and frowns. Time seems as if it's passing them up; taking rather than giving to them.

"I should get you home, huh?" he asks.

"Probably," she agrees.

Rafe pays the bill despite Jenna's protests that she can pay for her own. When they stand, he reaches for her hand before he even fully registers the movement. She smiles as she takes it, the gesture seeming like so much more than just simply holding her hand. They pass JJ on their way out; standing at the counter and glaring at the two as he pretends to be using the register. Jenna just squeezes Rafe's hand and then follows him out, not thinking twice about her favorite waiter at the Club.

"So," Rafe starts once they get outside, strolling easily toward his truck, "How long's JJ had a thing for you?"

"Relax, Cameron," she teases.

"Just need to be aware of the competition, that's all," he jokes.

She lets him open the passenger door for her and gets inside, watching from the rear view mirror as he rushes around to the driver's side. When he gets inside, he flips on the radio and backs out of his spot, noticing the sunset happening to the left of them.

"If we had the time, I'd take you to the pier to watch the sunset," he smirks at her.

She laughs, "Is that where you take all of your girls?"

Intending it as a joke, she notices when he clenches his jaw and keeps his eyes on the road in front of him. She opens her mouth to apologize, to explain she'd meant it to tease him, but he speaks first.

"There are no other girls, Jenna."

Taking in the seriousness in his voice, she just nods. She looks at the sunset out of the corner of her eye, then smiles softly.

"Another time," she promises quietly.

"Whenever you want," he agrees.

They arrive at her house quickly, Rafe pulling his truck to the exact spot he'd stopped it in to pick her up. She smiles at him when he turns to her, then grabs ahold of the door handle.

"Thank you for today, Rafe," she says, then pulls open the door.

"Uh-uh," he grabs her wrist, pulling her back to her place, "That's not going to work for me. I suspect you knew that."

She smirks and closes the door again, then leans across the console. He wastes no time and neither does she, pressing their lips together like they'd been meant to do it their entire lives. Rafe's hand trails from her arm to her back, attempting to bring her only closer.

Jenna brings a hand to his jaw, cupping it in her hand and tracing his stubble with her pointer finger. Rafe deepens the kiss almost immediately after this motion, as if he could never get enough of her. When Jenna pulls away, lips puffy and pink, he groans.

"Better?" she teases him.

"Getting there," he nods, attempting to pull her back in.

"I really should get inside," she says, pecking him one last time, "Seriously, thank you for today."

"You're welcome. I had a great time with you," he replies, meaning every word.

"Me, too."

She hops out of the car and gives him one last smile, one that he wishes he could burn into his brain and remember for the rest of his life. He watches her walk up to the house and unlock the front door, then turn and wave before she shuts it. Rafe exhales and falls back in his seat, realizing that for the first time in his life, he's completely and totally smitten.

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subtle | shouto todoroki/reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 2,171 words

summary: Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You're determined to track down the sender, certain it's a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, valentine’s day

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

There was a box on your desk.

There was a box on your desk, and the sight of it was enough to instantly set you on edge.

The box looked normal enough, if a little fancy, maybe. Its lacquered top glinted brightly under the fluorescent office lighting, its smooth, polished sides waterfalling into the soft matte of your desktop underneath. You weren’t close enough to read the inscription, but you could just make out some elegant, curling script inlaid into the top of the box, possibly the name of whichever company had produced it.

The box looked very normal, in fact. Only, you knew it wasn’t. Boxes didn’t just show up in the middle of the Todoroki Hero Agency, a campus swimming with pros and armed with layers of security so deep it took even you--Shouto Todoroki’s manager--fifteen full minutes to get through screening every morning. It was something very much like being a prison guard at Tartarus.

So either this box meant the agency was dealing with a security breach the likes of which had scarcely been seen before, or someone had mistaken your desk for somebody else’s.

Which, considering it was Valentine’s Day, made a lot more sense.

Buoyed by the realization it wasn't a security risk, you crept closer, peering at the box, and the script resolved itself into the name of the extremely fancy chocolatier in Hiroo district that you made a point of drooling over every time you had to make a house call on Shouto. Their prices were literally insane, so you had never let yourself wander inside, unwilling to shell out an entire week’s pay for a tiny set of chocolates. Even if they did look absolutely fucking unbelievable from the window.

Your mouth watered.

That confirmed it--this was a Valentine's gift, and it was definitely a mistake. For the briefest of seconds, you’d wondered if maybe you had gotten obligatory office friendship chocolates, but this was too much. Some poor, love-sodden flop had gone out, spent their week’s pay on someone they were clearly very serious about, and then proceeded to fuck the entire thing up by plonking their gift straight onto your desk instead of their intended’s.

You frowned, quickly checking the box over for some kind of clue as to who had left it. There was no note included, nothing even mildly helpful that would give you the slightest hint of the person who'd left it here. Which left you with the question of how to return the box to the sender without knowing who they were, or how to pass it on to whoever they’d really meant it for.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, staring hard at the surface of the box like you could crack its code if only you glared hard enough. The box stared back at you, unhelpfully silent.

You were still skewering the box with your gaze some minutes later, determined to unravel its secrets, when a deep voice murmured from your doorway.

“You look puzzled."

You startled, whipping around to find Shouto propping up the wall, looking as unfairly handsome as usual. He was watching you intently, those heterochromatic eyes fastened to your face in that careful way he had, the one that always made you feel too warm and slightly unfocused. As usual, it was all you could do to remind yourself that you were a professional and he was something solidly between a friend and a coworker, and no matter how cute and attentive he was, you shouldn't get any ideas.

This morning, he was dressed in his hero uniform, tall and broad-shouldered, his distinctive hair only a little ruffled from his early patrol. It wasn’t often someone tried something in the districts he watched over anymore, probably too nervous to find themselves on the wrong end of the number four hero’s temper. You knew from the reports you received to your phone that the only trouble he’d encountered this morning was a pack of amorous school girls purposely misusing their quirks to draw his attention.

Thirty minutes ago, in fact, you’d almost spit out your coffee laughing at a photo of him looking wildly uncomfortable as he attempted to ice down some girl’s lava quirk with his right hand while fighting off her unfathomably enormous bouquet with his left. It was only right that he should suffer once a year, when every other day he got to stalk about as handsome as you please, oblivious to the effects his appearance had on every breathing person within a five mile radius.

You gave him an absent nod, gaze drawn back to the box on your desk.

“Somebody accidentally left something in here,” you told him, gesturing to it. “I’m trying to figure out how to track down who it was, or who it was meant for.”

Shouto made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost like a cough, and it was enough to startle you into looking up at him again.

“What?” you asked, peering at him. Was he coming down with something? It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did, he usually attempted to hide it and needed to be steamrolled into taking time off. You looked him over, trying to assess whether or not you needed to start badgering him now.

Shouto gazed back at you evenly, his expression deceptively bland. “...You think it’s not for you.”

You felt yourself blink at him, surprised by the comment and struggling to discern his meaning. What did he mean, you think it’s not for you? “Of course it’s not for me, Shouto, it’s from Grégoire Chardin.”

You knew he’d know the place, considering he lived in the same fancy rich people neighborhood as the chocolatier, but Shouto looked unimpressed.

“Why should that mean it’s not for you?” he asked, his tone dry.

The remark caught you off guard, as his comments sometimes did, and you bit down something like a smile. Bless his sweet, oblivious, rich boy heart. Either he overestimated your appeal to his agency staff, or he really did not understand the concepts of cost and return on investment.

“It’s expensive, it’s not something you would give someone as obligatory chocolates,” you explained, watching as a white eyebrow went up. His expression sharpened into something you couldn’t read well.

“It could be a secret admirer,” he said.

You stared blankly back at him, absolutely floored by the idea.

He thought you had a secret admirer? The idea sent an excited thrill all the way down to your toes, but you quickly squashed the feeling. So far, you'd never been on the receiving end of any furtive but romantic gestures, and you really didn't get any interested vibes from anyone in the office, no lingering glances or excuses to spend more time with you. The person who paid you the most amount of attention was Shouto, which was to be expected, considering how closely you worked together. And obviously he wasn't interested, he was just happy to stand in your doorway spouting wild conspiracies about his agency staffers like they were completely reasonable things to say.

“I don’t have a secret admirer,” you told him.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took an intent step forward into your office. “Is the point of a secret admirer not to be exactly that--secret? How can you be sure?”

You couldn’t help it--you gaped at him, your face going weirdly warm. Okay, was he--was he serious? You obviously weren’t the most unfortunate creature on earth, and you even had your good days, but nobody in their right mind was going to attempt anything with you when there were girls like Nejire Hado and Ibara Shiozaki roaming the hallways of his agency. Even several of the analysts and most of the support crew had you beat out in terms of appeal--literally bless this man for his obvious indifference to your appearance.

“I, uh--thanks for your confidence in me,” you said, fighting down a laugh. “But I assure you, it definitely wasn’t meant for me. I just have to figure out who left it and who they meant it for.”

Shouto shifted impatiently, like he was waiting for something.

“You’re so certain,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course I am,” you waved at him vaguely. It was actually super cute that he thought you could net yourself a dude who was willing to shell out Grégoire Chardin dollars, but you were just wasting time now, lingering over the least important part of this entire affair. “Listen, Shouto. I know sometimes men talk in the locker rooms. If you--if you hear anything, will you let me know? I just want to return it, it looks way too good sitting here.”

It was actually taking all your willpower not to open it and avail yourself of Japan’s finest chocolate, considering you would never have another opportunity like this again. Maybe you should just pretend it was for you....Really, no one could fault you for opening something left in your own office. But...no. No, you knew better.

Shouto appeared indifferent to your internal struggle. He watched you for a long moment, his features impassive. “Under one condition,” he finally allowed.

You cocked an ear to show you were listening, rifling around with the paperwork on your desk to distract yourself from the chocolate. You were strong, a good person. You had willpower like steel. You did not need to eat it, no no no.

“If no one comes looking for it by the end of the day, you will open it,” he said, moving closer.

You glanced up at him, shocked. “Shouto, this is someone else’s gift,” you hissed. “I can’t just open it.”

He placed a large palm down on your desk, leaning over you slightly. “That is my bargain.”

“You want me to steal somebody’s shit in your own agency,” you accused him. You tried not to pay attention to how close he had gotten, how straight his nose was up close, the way his eyes seemed brighter and his mouth pulled into a pout almost too pretty for a man.

The rest of his expression slipped into something like annoyance, matching his pout. “If no one comes for it, then it must be evident that it was meant for you.”

You suppressed a derisive laugh. Now was not the time to get shirty with your own boss, especially when his delusions were kind of sweet. It was honestly just short of a miracle that a man who looked like Shouto did could possibly think anyone on earth would have a thing for you, regardless of his own tastes.

“What if they’re just too shy to ask for it back?” you asked, watching those heterochromatic eyes flick over you curiously.

“If it’s as expensive as you say, someone will come looking,” he said. Which was actually kind of annoyingly reasonable.

A smirk flitted across his maddeningly perfect face when you failed to come up with another argument. He had a point, and he knew it.

You let out a gusty sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m certain someone will come looking for it. Please be subtle when you’re gathering info, okay? I'm sure this is embarrassing for whoever made this mistake.”

Shouto looked almost offended. “I am perfectly capable of being subtle,” he intoned in his deep voice.

This time, you did laugh. He was quiet, maybe, very perceptive, and unobtrusive when he wanted to be, but no one had ever accused the man of possessing tact. “Yeah, okay. Just, try to channel more subtlety than you think you need, okay? No one else but the sender needs to know about the mix up.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Shouto was leaning over you more fully, eyes glittering strangely as his clean, fresh scent met your nose. You froze in your chair, brain going horrifyingly vacant as he leaned impossibly nearer. What the fuck was he doing?

“It will be like I’m not even asking,” Shouto promised, his voice light. “Not asking anyone at all.”

You tried to scrape your thoughts back into something resembling order, but the effort was all but futile. You needed to get him out of your space stat before you embarrassed yourself.

”Okay, then it’s a deal,” you said quickly. “Now go...flambé a villain or something.”

Shouto lingered for a long moment, his mouth curling a little at the corner, like he was being let in on a secret you couldn’t hear. His eyes brushed over you, almost like a physical touch. And then he was gone, pulling open the door to your office, looking annoyingly pleased with himself.

“You will see,” he said by way of farewell. “You will find out how subtle I can be.”

You stared at him in confusion, but he didn’t explain himself. He just smirked, and closed the door behind himself.

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Hi, I haven't seen any request with Raleigh Becket, so him with🥶,☕,😚(kiss). (Also I'm sorry I barely ever request anything and I suck at picking characters and emojis or prompts). Hope you won't have much trouble with this.

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! No need to apologize at all, this is great lol, and I’m glad to have gotten a Raleigh request! 💗

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Iced Coffee Kisses

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Raleigh crushing on a girl & being the awkwardest turtle in the world Word Count: ~1.2k Emoji Prompt: 🥶☕️😚 (key words are in bold)

It’s fucking cold.

The frigid air bites through his coat as falling snow dampens his hair to darker gold. He really isn’t one to bitch about conditions, but he shouldn’t even be in this position. Though his shift is done, the officer in charge is in the middle of some speech, some protocol he needs to teach, and he wants everyone to listen. Raleigh Becket is a good boy so of course he feels compelled to do as told.

There’s a completely selfless reason as to why he’s fucking miffed: he picked up coffee for somebody at the tail end of his shift. It’s in a little paper cup with a cheap plastic lid, and cooling off with every passing minute. He’d have just gotten a new one, when this stupid speech is done—but as the officer goes on and on and on, it’s getting late and Raleigh knows, by now the cafeteria is fucking closed.

When he’s at last released he hurries to the dormitory halls—toward your room—rushing as briskly as he can without the risk of spilling cooled off coffee all over his balls. From all the cold his crotch is numb, so if this drink splashed from the cup and stained his pants he probably wouldn’t even feel a thing at all.

Maybe it’s good if his dick’s broken ‘cause whenever he gets close to you it tends to want to stand up stiff and tall.

When he arrives and softly knocks his frostbit knuckles on the closed door of your dorm… for the first time all day he finally feels warm.

Warm turns to hot now as the door swings open, and you’re wearing your pink panda bear pajamas just as he was hoping. Or not hoping, to be more precise—he always loves to see you looking so damn cute, till he reminds himself it’s rude, and has to turn away his eyes.

The pink of your pajamas pales against the rosy petals of his lips. He’s just a friend but times like this you wish that he would fucking grab you by the hips… slam you against the wall and claim your ass as his, with a big fat passionate kiss…

Of course that isn’t what he does. At least not yet. He’s still the same virtuous golden boy he always was, even more bashful and respectful now than back when you first met.

“Hey!” he greets you with a goofy smile as he holds the coffee up, big hand wrapped tight around the small white cup. “I, uh—I know you said that you’d be working on that huge project all day, most likely staying up all night. Figured some coffee couldn’t hurt, right?”

Beam at him sunshiney bright. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you!” I seriously love you.

“It’s… it’s more like iced, I guess,” he tells you with a grimace. “Got held up but tried my best.”

“I love iced coffee,” you reply honestly. “Thanks so much Raleigh, this—this is really sweet.”

You take the cup he came to offer you and all you feel is heat.

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“I like your dorm.”

He instantly regrets that you invited him inside ‘cause now he’s sitting here beside you on your bed and starts to squirm. He’s saying stupid shit and finds his mouth is spouting off impulsively before the thoughts can form. “It’s… really warm.”

You don’t want him to feel embarrassed or ashamed, but seeing him all shy and awkward is so cute you can’t be blamed. Your tone is playful and indulgent and you hope he knows that you don’t mean to mock him. You just really want to fuck him. “Leigh, you do know that our rooms are all the same?”

The only person in the world who gets to call him by a girl’s name.

Rolls his eyes, hoping you don’t notice the bulge between his thighs. “Obviously. But the, uh—pictures you’ve put up are really lovely.”

Gestures at the walls. You’ve been meaning to decorate a bit more but you’ve not gotten around to it at all. There are, like, two photos hung up but otherwise you can’t deny your room is ugly. Even more so when in contrast to the sheer beauty of godly golden Raleigh.

Though he knows your bed is just the same as everybody else’s, he can’t help but feel it’s extra fucking comfy. He feels home here on your mattress. Warm and fluffy. “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s… it’s iced,” you answer with a tender smile as you take another sip, lick the cool liquid off your lip. Shift closer toward him on the bed. “But like I said—I really like it iced. It’s nice.”

“I like your eyes.”

Dude, what the fuck. He wants to hide under a rock. There’s not a rock in sight though so the poor guy’s out of luck. He wants to run but he’s forgotten how to even fucking walk. You touch his forearm through his coat and it’s as if you touched his motherfucking cock.

“I like yours too. They’re really blue,” you coo, sweeping a tuft of snow-kissed gold off to the side so you can see his blushing face in fuller view. “Leigh, you do know I’m really into you?”

He swallows hard and doesn’t think he’ll make it through, if you continue. He’ll combust to fucking pieces if it’s true. “…Into?”

You nod and set the nearly empty cup of coffee on the nightstand, freeing both your hands. “I’m really not that subtle with my hints to you.”

“What hints?” This blonde buffoon is seriously sitting here without a fucking clue.

Even that one time when you literally asked Raleigh if he wanted to take you on a date he thought you meant as friends or something and he still wasn’t convinced.

Leigh sees you as some kind of Disney princess way beyond his league—your bravery and brains and beauty make him weak—he doesn’t have a clue that he’s your fucking prince.

So you decide your hints are gonna have to get a little bold. “You know the coffee that you brought may have been cold… but you’re still super fucking hot.” You watch his eyes widen to take in what you’ve told. Whether he finds himself believing it or not. “Believe me, Leigh—I like you, like, a lot. I think about you every fucking night and get off on the thought.”

Oh my God what the fucking what. Now any chance he had at answering coherently is shot. He fumbles frantically for words and gives you what little he’s got. “I do… I do that when I think about you too?”

He says it like a question as if there was any doubt that you already knew.

“I know you do,” you purr. Lean in to finally kiss him hungrily and hotly—then shift suddenly—down to your knees before him on the floor. You love his kisses but you’d love to kiss him elsewhere even more. “You know I never thanked you properly, for that lovely iced coffee that you got me… thankfully that is exactly what this slutty little mouth of mine is for.”

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semisgroupie · 3 years

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Third Time's The Charm

Club Member!Taichi x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism (Oikawa watches), condom usage (i know, crazy right?), praise, many many check ins, safe word mention, characters are college aged (both seniors in college so 21/22)

A/N: this is my submission for the @hqintheclub Haikyuu University Sex Club collab! Read the rest of the works here! I am so thankful for this network and to contribute to the collab, I hope this does a good job in conveying safe sex practices. Also a huge huge thank you to @meiansmistress for beta-reading!!! Yes the safe word is a little tribute to what Taichi does in the timeskip.

Once Shinsuke called the end of the meeting, Kawanishi stood up and made his way to the front of the room with his clipboard in hand.

“Alright my fellow club members, I’m just going to go over the statistics before the end of the month, who need to go for their STD tests and the notes I took from this meeting.” He adjusted his glasses and flipped through the papers. “Okay, so some recommendations from this meeting are, ‘buy scented toilet paper’ by Tooru. Yeah, not happening.”

A whine came from the back of the meeting room.

“Dude, why not? You know how girls have to pee after sex? They could have something that smells good while they do it!” Tooru’s eyes lit up offering his proposal, just like every other month, only to have it shut down again.

“Buy scented candles or something for your smelly bathroom.” Chuckles and snickers erupted in the room while Tooru sat back and pouted like a child. Kawanishi went through the rest of the recommendations and other areas of concern before moving onto the last topic.

“Okay, so for the fun part. Time to see who has had the most and least sex this month.” The room went dead silent as Kawanishi went over the log book. He did a onceover of the totals before looking at the group.

“So the lucky guy with the most amount of happy customers is… Osamu with eighteen.”

“Huh? ‘Samu? He isn’t even here! Not even a member.” Atsumu huffed and kept on ranting and raving about his brother until Kawanishi interrupted him.

“Actually, he’s an unofficial/official member who does not need to really attend meetings since we haven’t properly officiated his membership. But we definitely need to do that since he’s definitely bringing popularity to the club. Next is Mr. Chairperson Tooru and Mr. President Shinsuke both tying in with twelve happy ladies. Congratulations to the both of you. So, now the two least are—well you guys shouldn’t be surprised as these results have been consistent for a while now. But in good spirit, it’s me with two and Keiji with one.”

A shrug came from Keiji as the results were read. Kawanishi felt the same way, it got annoying every single time he had to read the results. They both knew they had to get laid but Kawanishi had his eye on a special someone.

The meeting was called to an end and Kawanishi made his way to his room to get ready for his chemistry lab. There was only one thing circling in his brain—he had to raise his number, but how? There was that one person he wanted but he wasn’t even sure if she even had plans to use the services the club provided, let alone choose him.

You were Kawanishi’s cute little lab partner. Always looking at him with bright doe eyes and always greeting him with a huge smile. You were too cute, too innocent to use the sex club. Kawanishi was sure of that. You probably even had a boyfriend so any hope he had for you was gone.

That was until he overheard you talking to your friends.

You were huffing and complaining about your sex life as you stood in front of the lab room—well, lack of sex in your life. You had a cute pout on your face as you rambled on, completely unaware of Kawanishi eavesdropping on such a private conversation.

“My toys aren’t even as enjoyable anymore! I just give up halfway through because it's the same thing over and over, I’m tired of it! And there’s absolutely no way I’m going to find a random guy on Tinder because he could be a creep or just horrible at sex.”

You sighed and started scrolling through your phone while your friend started thinking about what you said. Kawanishi recognized her, he knew her name started with a J and she was with Osamu last week. He remembered her moaning—well, screams—of Osamu’s name. As Kawanishi shook the thought from his head, “J” spoke.

“Remember that hook up I told you about last week?” She waited for you to nod before she continued speaking, “Well, there’s a website I met him off of. I’ll give it to you now and check it out. I think I saw a picture of your lab partner on the site. But check it out and let me know who you pick. Enjoy your class!”

You gave her a quick thanks before walking into the lab room, getting your goggles and supplies as Kawanishi soon followed. You made small conversation but every time you snuck a glance at him, you couldn’t see him as the type to be a part of the university’s sex club. Jay probably got him confused with someone else but for some reason you couldn’t wait until you got back to your apartment.

You just had to make sure. It was just curiosity. Well, that was what you kept telling yourself when you opened up your laptop and typed the web address in. You were met with the website, seeing the names of all the members and things that they specialized in. While you were scrolling through, your eyes widened and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Secretary: Taichi Kawanishi Specialty: Fingering

“Holy shit. It’s him.”

You read the name over and over again. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep finally getting to you or maybe it was because you unknowingly inhaled some drug that caused you to hallucinate and see his name. No matter how many times you refreshed the screen and rubbed your eyes, nothing changed. His name was still there and so was his specialty.

“Fingering? Well, he does have nice fingers. They are very long.”

You started thinking about his slim fingers, wondering how they would feel on your skin, grazing your most sensitive parts, but before you got too deep in thought you snapped yourself out of it. This was your lab partner! Not some pornstar or prostitute. Not some rando you met on a dating site. You would see him again if you decided to go through with it. How would that change how you two interacted with each other? Would it bring unnecessary tension?

You had this back and forth with yourself all night. You finally made your decision when you couldn’t get yourself off, the toy on your clit no longer bringing the same satisfaction it used to. With a huff you grabbed your laptop and went back to the website. Once the page loaded, you looked through all the guys and their specialties.

“Corsetry? What is that?”

You looked through the rest of the other specialties and you were equally intrigued and confused. You went back to Kawanishi and stared at his name. You didn’t want to ruin anything but you couldn’t stand this any longer—you needed a good fuck and you needed it badly.

“Fuck it.”

You scheduled an appointment with him, Saturday evening, a time where the site said he would be free. You put your laptop away and went to sleep.

The next morning Kawanishi woke up to frantic knocking on his door. He rolled out of bed and opened the door to be welcomed by Tooru.

“Dude, what the fuck? Did someone die?”

“No but check your phone, someone has been scheduled for tomorrow evening.”

Kawanishi rolled his eyes and checked his phone, the notification woke him up.

“Y/N scheduled me for tomorrow evening?”

“Don’t worry my friend. I will get you condoms. But aren’t you glad I sent you for STD testing on Monday? You can thank me later.”

The rest of the day went by normally, then Kawanishi remembered one of the main rules.

“New members and members who fuck the least need to fuck in front of an official club member.”

Kawanishi went to some of the other guys first, but Keiji and Koutarou both said they couldn’t. Shinsuke had to visit his grandmother and some of the other club members were occupied. That left only one person.

“Tooru, are you busy tomorrow evening?”

Tooru thought for a few seconds then shook his head. He furrowed his eyebrows in a silent question as to why he would be needed tomorrow evening.

“You forgot the rule, didn’t you?” Tooru kept a confused look and shrugged his shoulders.

Kawanishi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before continuing. Only if anyone else was free. He would take anyone at this moment over Tooru.

“People who fuck the least in the club need to fuck in front of an official member, and everyone one else is busy so I’m asking you.”

A smile grew on Tooru’s face as he got up and wrapped his arm around Kawanishi’s shoulder.

“Oh my friend, don’t make me seem like I’m the last choice—“

“—you are.”

“Ouch, anyways I’ll be glad to watch. Do you need any tips? All the girls have left with a smile on their face after a night with me. You know I would’ve never thought I’d say this but you should’ve gone to Seijoh or maybe I should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa… I would have gotten you laid all the time, or at least done a better job than stupid Ushiwaka, you wouldn’t have had this little dry spout you’re having now—hey!”

Kawanishi removed Tooru’s arm and walked out of his room.

“Thanks for doing it, I don’t need your help though. If you try coaching me, I don’t care what I’m doing, I will throw you out of the room myself.”

Kawanishi spent the rest of the night and most of the day Saturday organizing his room, making it neat and stuffing his mini fridge with drinks and snacks. When it was time for you to come over, he waited for you in front of the club house.

As he waited, his nerves were getting the best of him. He hadn’t felt this nervous since he lost his virginity. Before he could really start worrying, he saw you approaching, giving him a small wave before you could greet him with a hug.

“Hey, well first off, thank you for choosing me for this. I should explain that we will have someone watch us, so if that makes you uncomfortable I completely understand. It’s just a rule we have for the club and I can show you the rule book if you need me to once we get to my room.”

“It’s okay. If you don’t mind me asking, who will it be?”

Before Kawanishi could answer your question the man in question wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“Hello you two! I shouldn’t need to introduce myself but I’m Tooru and—oh! I recognize you, Y/N right? I think we had biology together last year. You saved my ass so many times with your notes. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Kawanishi here treats you right—ow!”

Kawanishi pinched Tooru’s side and gave him a mean side eye.

“Tooru, remember what I told you yesterday.”

Tooru raised his hands in surrender at Kawanishi’s warning and you couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. The sound of your laughter helped calm Kawanishi down a bit. He just had to get it through his mind that you were just a regular person with needs just like him, and he was going to help you satisfy those needs.

Light conversation was shared between the three of you as you all walked to his room. Once you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, Kawanishi took your hand as he led you to the bed and sat next to you. You rested your hand on top of his and offered him a shy smile, leaning in slowly.

“C-can I kiss you Kawanishi?”

He cupped your cheek and closed the distance between the both of you. Your lips felt so soft against his and he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss. His hand moved to squeeze the fat of your thigh that was exposed by the skirt you were wearing. He broke away from the kiss to sit against his headboard, patting his thighs.

“Come on, come sit on my lap, pretty girl and we can get started. If you feel uncomfortable, your safe word is mojito. Once you say it, I will stop whatever I’m doing and we can just cuddle or do whatever you want, okay?”

You settled yourself on his lap with a meek “yes” before leaning back in to kiss him. Tooru was sitting on the spare chair in the room, scrolling on his phone. It was adorable to see you get so shy. You were always so confident and so outspoken, but once Kawanishi got you inside his room you crawled into a little shell.

He pulled you down to kiss you this time as his hands wandered over your body. His hands moved over your clothed breasts, squeezing them softly, making whimpers leave your lips. He moved his hands lower to your ass, squishing the flesh, and when you bucked your hips into his he gave it a light smack, swallowing the moan that left you. He pulled away to look at you.

“Can I touch you some more? I just want you to feel really good for me.”

“P-please touch me, w-want more.”

He smirked at your stuttering—it made this even more enjoyable. He leaned in and trailed kisses from your lips to your jaw and neck, your hips bucking more. You were so sensitive he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to his fingers. His hand trailed up your thigh and his thumb grazed against your panties. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide your moans.

It was embarrassing to you how quickly you were falling apart; he hadn’t even touched your skin for more than a few seconds and you already felt like once his fingers touched your bare pussy, you would cum.

Kawanishi licked your neck as he slid your panties to the side.

“Are you ready? I’ll go nice and slow for you.” He spoke into the skin of your neck as his fingers rubbed your slick folds.

“Yes, please.”

Your head dropped to his shoulder once he slid his middle finger inside you, moving slowly. He hissed at the way your cunt swallowed his finger, thinking about how it would feel once his cock was buried inside you. He sped up his thrusts, your muffled moans and whimpers encouraging his actions further. He slipped another finger in, leaning back to see your expressions as you quickly lifted your head from his shoulder.

Your jaw went slack as moans kept falling from your mouth, your hips bucking into his hand as you got lost in the pleasure, chasing your orgasm. His fingers were so long and hit so deep. They felt so good, better than any toy you had used in the past month or so. You were embarrassingly close to your orgasm after only a short time.

“Ka-Kawanishi, ‘m close!”

“I know, just cum for me, okay? Cum all over my fingers, let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He thrusted his fingers faster, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubbed your back with his free hand while watching all your expressions. Your hands made their way to his shirt, balling the fabric in your fists as you came undone on his fingers with a moan of his name. He slowed his fingers down to help you relax, making sure he wasn’t overstimulating you.

“You did such a good job for me. You look so beautiful when you cum. So good for me. Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine,” you reply breathlessly.

“We can stop here. All I care about is you cumming. I could continue fingering you until my fingers turn pruney if you want or I could get you some snacks and water and just talk.”

You shook your head; you couldn’t leave him hard. You wanted to fuck him, and the snacks and drinks could always come later.

“I-I want to fuck you. I want you to feel good too.”

“Don’t worry about me, this is all about you and your pleasure. I’m here for you, okay?”

You nodded as he reached over for a condom on his nightstand. You lifted yourself off his lap slightly to remove your panties and skirt as he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing how hard he was.

“Okay, so how do you want to do this? I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself.”

“I want to ride you.”

You sat yourself on his thigh as he opened the foil package and rolled the condom onto his cock, pinching the tip of it. Once it was on, he placed his hands on your hips to help you guide you down on his cock. His grip tightened, feeling your warmth envelop his cock and fighting the urge to just thrust up into you. He moved you down slowly until you bottomed out.

“You did amazing, now take your time. I’ll help guide your hips so you don’t go too fast.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you slowly bounced yourself on his cock, the tip brushing against your g-spot over and over again. Praises kept falling from Kawanishi’s lips as moans kept coming out from yours. Tooru couldn’t help but start palming himself over his sweatpants at the sight of you and Kawanishi, your sweet moans and cries filling the room. Your hands went under your shirt, freeing your breasts from the confines of your bra. You played with and teased your nipples, adding extra stimulation to the pleasure you were already feeling.

The closer you got to your orgasm, the more your legs shook, making him take more control. He bounced you up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. You felt so good around him and the sight of you playing with your nipples turned him on even more. If he thought you looked beautiful when you were fucking yourself on his fingers, you looked like a goddess now. Your pussy clenched his cock tighter and tighter with each thrust, signalling to him that your orgasm was approaching.

“Cum for me Y/N, cum for me. I know you’re close, I feel you clenching me so tightly. Come on and cum for me.”

Once the soft commands were spoken, you came around his cock, your eyes clenched shut as your jaw went slack letting out a silent moan. As you were riding out your orgasm Kawanishi couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Small beads of sweat rolled down your neck and you finally opened your eyes to make eye contact with him. You leaned down and connected your lips with his once more.

Kawanishi kept thrusting until he filled up the condom with his cum. Once he felt you relax around him, he lifted you up slowly and laid you down on the bed, covering you with a blanket. He pulled the condom off, tying a knot and throwing it out in the trash can in his room. He nodded at Tooru, giving him the signal to leave, and so he did with a wink and a wave.

Kawanishi reached out for your hand and helped you get up as he walked you to the bathroom.

“I just need you to go to the bathroom and then we could watch something.”

You did your business and left the bathroom with a small smile on your face.

“Is there any way we could have this happen again? I don’t know if you guys can have regulars or if it's against the rules.”

Kawanishi chuckled and walked you back to his bed.

“We have no rules about regulars and I’d love to do this with you again.”

He kissed you on the forehead and handed you a water bottle to drink from before laying down next to you.

As he laid down next to you, talking about a random topic you brought up, he finally understood when people said the third time's the charm. He couldn’t have asked for a better person to raise his total to three.

#taichi kawanishi smut #hq taichi smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #tw exhibitionism #sex ed collab #hqintheclub

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cyncerity · 3 years

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TOMMY FINALLY TALKING TO RANBOO FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE “sup motherfucker give me my damn house back” ranboos like THIS LITTLE DUDE IS ALIVE?!? Tommy’s like that isn’t important rn give me my home

(I have a feeling these asks were sent by the same person, but if they weren’t it’s kinda funny they were sent at the same time and have the same writing style lmao)

Ranboo would freak out, definitely. He’s definitely noticed this weird doll that Tubbo always carries around, but he hasn’t ever mentioned it. He’s just kind of learned to live with its existence. Even if he thinks he’s going crazy cause the dolls expression keeps changing. So yeah, let’s have Ranboo meet Tommy >:)

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Just close your eyes and hold out your hands! It’s not that hard, bossman.”

Ranboo begrudgingly squeezed his eyes shut and held out his open palms. It’s not as if he didn’t trust Tubbo, it’s just that Tubbo could be…weird, and he was a bit nervous for his “surprise.” Ok, maybe more than a bit.

…

In all fairness, screaming might not have been the right response. But what else was Ranboo supposed to do with the talking doll in front of him? He hadn’t tried to scream, it was a natural reaction! It definitely wasn’t what Ranboo had in mind when Tubbo had said he wanted to “show him something cool”.

Tubbos hands went immediately over Ranboo’s eyes and mouth, at which point Ranboo heard the same, unfamiliar voice he had heard earlier mumble “fuckin rude” before Tubbo whispered to him. “Shhh! We don’t need to call extra attention to ourselves, do you want your brother to come in here! What the hell?”

Ranboo dropped the doll on his lap and pried Tubbos hands off his face. “What do you mean ‘what the hell’?? That-“ Ranboo pointed to the doll, which was now on his lap, crossing its arms and staring at him, and not moving, strangely enough, “just talked! I should be the one asking you ‘what the hell’! Why’s it alive?!”

“First of all, he’s not an ‘it,’ he’s a ‘he.’ And his name is Tommy. Second of all, hes my other best friend, so you’d better get used to him. And the only way to do that is to talk to him.” Ranboo grumbled at Tubbo before picking up the doll in a fist and holding it up. “Tommy” just continued to stare at Ranboo, and it clicked to Ranboo that the doll hadn’t moved at all since he dropped him. Maybe it wasn’t the doll that had been talking, maybe it was something else? Had he been wrong? Ranboo looked back at Tubbo, exasperated.

“It looks like your ‘friend’ doesn’t want to make much of an effort towards friendship either.” Tubbo rolled his eyes and sighed. “You have to close your eyes, big man. He can’t move or talk if anyone’s looking at him.” “This has to be a prank-“ “Just do it!!” Ranboo huffed in frustration and closed his eyes again.

The doll spoke out again almost immediately. “Fucking finally!” Tommy shouted before sighing as he saw Ranboo’s jaw drop and his eyebrows raise. “Ranboo, listen, the whole ‘eye contact’ thing is a long story, and why I’m alive is an even longer story, but I need to know if you still have that dollhouse that your therapist sold you.” Ranboo thought about it for a bit before putting the pieces together. “…I took your house, didn’t I?”

“Not necessarily,” Tubbo said. “I told Aunt Puffy she could sell it before I found out that the dolls that lived there were alive. So they’re kinda homeless. We didn’t even want to tell you in the first place. No offense, but you seem pretty stressed out, and memory problems and cursed dolls don’t mix well.” Ranboo only had a short amount of time to linger on the guilt in Tubbos voice before the doll piped up again. “The problem is, we don’t know how to get the house back into Tubbos basement without looking suspicious. Tubbo’s dad has turned the basement, where the house was, into his personal office, anyways. Neither of us want his family questioning why he would suddenly want the house back, since we’re not sure how they would respond to living dolls-“ “Wait, dolls? As in more than just you?” Ranboo interrupted. “Yes, more than just me, keep up, dumbass. Anyways, my family wanted to just move here since they don’t have any particular attachment to Tubbo. And it’s not like I do, Tubbos the clingy one, not me, it’s just that your brother is terrifying and our last meeting didn’t go…great. So your house is out. Any other ideas?”

Ranboo didn’t know what the doll was talking about until he recalled the last time Tubbo had brought the blonde doll to his house. At the time, Ranboo had found it odd that Dream playfully tossing the doll around had resulted in Tubbo almost breaking down in tears, but he now understood how badly that could’ve ended.

“Dream didn’t mean it like that, he couldn’t have known, I’m sorry-“ Ranboo said before being interrupted by the voice again. “I don’t need you to be sorry, I need you to think! What the hell do we do about this?”

“Actually, uuuhhhh…” “Tommy.” Ranboo nodded quickly before returning to his thoughts. “Actually, Tommy, I might have an idea…”

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“So why are we here exactly?” Wilbur said. Tommy had left everyone extremely confused after he spontaneously decided to gather everyone for a family meeting, only to direct them onto the floor and say “follow me.” They had assumed Tommy wanted to talk more about their house after he told them they couldn’t get it back nor live in Ranboo’s house, but instead they now found themselves walking down the hallway towards god knows where. It’s not exactly like they had bothered to explore the house.

“Tommy, this is risky.” Techno muttered. “What if the humans come down the hall?” “It’s 3:30 in the morning, Blade, we’ll be fine.” Tommy retorted.

“I have to agree with Techno on this one, Toms. This is really risky.” Phil said. “It’ll be worth it, I promise, just follow me!” Tommy began to walk faster towards wherever as the rest of the SBI looked at each other and sighed before catching up to Tommy.

After a few more minutes of walking, the dolls came upon a door. Tommy knocked on it a few times before it swung backwards and he ushered his family in in front of him. The three of them looked up and froze, for once not because of someone’s stare, but from shock.

Above them stood Tubbo and Ranboo, doing their best to plaster shingles and mini columns to a model doll house that sat on a table. It looked like a sort of log cabin, complete with fake snow, but was so much bigger than their previous house. It took up half the room, and the half it didn’t take up was paved with wires that seemed to spout from the bottom of the house.

“What- what is this?” Phil gaped. “We felt really bad that we couldn’t get your house back, so we wanted to make up for it!” Ranboo nodded along as Tubbo spoke, both continuing to keep their eyes off the dolls and locked on the mini mansion. “I told my aunt that me and Ranboo should do some sort of ‘therapeutic bonding activity,’ which she bought. So we looked around a bunch for doll houses that would be correct to your size, but we couldn’t find any that where exact. So I had my friend Foolish 3D print out some custom walls and stuff. And we ordered the rest of the furniture and other supplies on Amazon.”

“Well, not all of it.” Ranboo said. “We still wanted your input on what it should look like on the inside. There’s all sorts of furniture and mini wallpapers we can buy online or make ourselves.”

“The electricity was a bitch, though,” Tubbo interjects, gesturing to the mess of wires on the floor. “Just be thankful you’ve got automatic lights and a heating system. We didn’t really see the need for running water or a tiny fridge, though, since you guys don’t seem to need food or showers.” Phil, Wilbur, and Techno looked on in varying levels of excitement and awe as Tommy looked at them with a proud smirk on his face. Phil looked over to his son, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, before he pulled Tommy into a tight hug, Wilbur and surprisingly Techno shortly after.

“Well,” Wilbur said, “looks like we’ve got a few decisions to make here.”

To say Schlatt and Puffy were confused when they walked in in the morning to find Ranboo and Tubbo passed out over the mini house, dolls strewn about the room, and over a hundred online orders of different fabrics, stickers, and doll furniture would be an understatement.

#cyncerity #cynwrites #Eyes Off Me AU #tiny!tommy #tiny!sbi #giant!tubbo #giant!ranboo #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt

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stellocchia · 3 years

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I was rewatching the stream where Tommy got locked up in prison with Dream (Tommy Gets Locked In Prison with Dream) and there are just a few quotes that I want to drop here for everyone:

"What's up Dream?" "Nothing much. I lost my clock since the last time you came" "That almost... if you take the 'L' out of that word then it's... it's a different word and that's funny..." "That's the Tommy I know!"

It's just so damn uncomfortable from the get-go. Because keep in mind that Tommy went in there with the idea of getting closure. In hindsight, not the best idea, but it's not like he knew how to deal with what he went through any better.

But no, what makes it so absurdly uncomfortable it's how Dream just effortlessly steps back into the "friend" role. Immediately trying to go back to their old banter and all. And, like, Tommy didn't fall for it entirely. He was clearly uncomfortable as soon as Dream said the last line, immediately going on the defensive again, but it doesn't change that there is a part of him that still had (and possibly still has) a tendency to fall back on that as well.

"I'm glad you came to visit me, you know? It's been a while... I- I wish you'd visit me more"

Like... rewatching it I'm fairly sure that either Dream doesn't understand that Tommy doesn't, in fact, see him as a friend or he's simply very willing to ignore that fact because he's just that desperate to have him around.

"This is my last visit Dream" "Like e...? Y-y..." "Yeah. Yeah... I'm- this is my last visit seeing you" "You're- like... forever?" "Yeah. Yeah I think so" "Well... forever is a long time"

Maybe desperate then. I completely forgot how genuinely shocked he was at the news that Tommy didn't want to ever go back. I'm fairly certain that this is the first time he's left completely with no words and no idea on how to react.

Also, Dream "forever is a long time" Wastaken having absolutely no qualms as long as it's him and Tommy spending that forever together. This man really needs some new hobbies. Maybe a potted plant or something.

"...you know what? there's nothing you can fu- This is my last time visiting you. So anything you wanna say to me now you can- you have to say to me now. Uhm, 'cause I'm not gonna see you again" "Why?" "Are you fucking-"

See... that's what I mean! Like, yes, he lies and manipulates and all of that, but there could be actual confusion here. Like, I do think that Dream understands exactly how fucked up everything he did to Tommy was. I don't think he's ignorant about that at all. I do think that he may not understand why that would be enough for Tommy to want to stop "their game".

Like, he obviously knows that Tommy has a shitload of trauma from what he put him through, but that's part of the fun for Dream isn't it? So does he actually understand that that "fun" is exactly why Tommy doesn't want to be around him anymore?

"I've been suffering from success while you weren't here" "Me too... except for without the 'success' part, just suffering"

Imagine abusing someone for months and then trying to get them to pity you once you end up in jail, what a f*cking looser! Also, Tommy definitely stumbling with the response because he's just very empathetic even towards Dream. Like, he repeats to himself a few times that Dream did deserve being in jail and that he did do bad things which feels much more like a reminder for himself on why he shouldn't pity him more so than a reminder for Dream.

"You had all this shit coming!" "I did... but... you know? I don't know. Maybe one day, right?" "No! No, have you seen the prison? It's kinda the most secure thing ever! Dude, you're not- you're not leaving here! sam's name still there, okay, thank god" "I'm just saying, like, maybe one day, you know?" "I- I don't-" "Eventually" "Maybe if you have extreme therapy" "Maybe one day I'll just walk out of here. Like-" "No, I don't-" "I feel like I've already been changing since I came here"

It's interesting just how quickly Dream managed to regain control of the situation though. Trying to harp on Tommy's tendency to empathize with people.

"This is my last time here. I might- I kinda- I don't wanna-" "But why?"

He asks a second time? Is he actually just that dense? Like, I get the trying to fish for sympathy aspect. He was trying to get something useful to get out of there and whatnot. But man... that's the guy he literally abused. Did he actually expect it to work? Was he just heavily relying on Tommy's empathy to pull this off or does he actually just not understand Tommy's view on their relationship at all?

"I don't wanna know you" "I mean exile it wasn't too bad, right?" "You fu-" "I mean you still- you had, you know? I mean we hang out and stuff" "I fu- you fucking- you bastard Dream!"

Honestly hear Dream talk about exile is always fascinating. Also, a gentle reminder that Dream was well aware about Tommy being suicidal during the whole duration of the exile. And yet he still defines it as "not too bad" because they were spending time together. Just... that... something alright.

"Listen, when I'm around you my brain feels like I'm fucking conditioned to be your friend but also when I have a knife I wanna just plunge it into your heart man it's like I don't- you don't make me a good person Dream, you make me bad, alright? All this shit that's happened has been because of you and I don't- I'm moving onto bigger and better things now bitch. I- I'm done. I'm done" "But isn't- what if- what if you just- like once a month or something?" "No. No, I don't- I don't wanna know you in my life anymore. This is done"

I simply couldn't not include this. I'm too much of an inniter for that. But also Dream is STILL insisting after that speech. He still didn't give up on getting Tommy to visit him more. It may be that he was just stalling for time until the explosions now that I think about it, but still, wow.

"You're a terrible man, alright?" "I did bad things-" "You're a bad guy. You're a wronging'" "Well, everyone thinks they're right from their perspective that's why I-" "That's not true. That's not true!" "Well, I think I'm right. I did bad things but I did them for good reasons, but-" "What do you mean good reasons? You're a psychopath" "I've learned. Yeah I did bad things but I've learned that I shouldn't have done them"

See, this is what I mean when I say that c!Dream apologists parrot c!Dream's rhetoric completely. Like, the whole idea that Dream had "good reasons" for his actions and that somehow that makes them okay didn't come out of nowhere, but it's sure recontextualized a lot when you understand that Dream is spouting this kind of bullshit just to convince his abuse victim to continue spending time with him. Like, when you actually look at how Dream uses his rhetoric instead of taking it as gospel it becomes pretty interesting to see how manipulative he can get.

"No what- what good reasons? No please, please enlighten us. Please enlighten me!" "I just wanted to- I just wanted to bring the server together. Have it be a happy family, you know?" "Bri- bring the server to- you fu-"

It's incredible how he was able to say that to Tommy of all people. After Tommy just mentioned moments priors how Dream tried to kill Tubbo. After he mentioned that he has trauma related to plain biomes because of Dream towards the beginning. Tommy does immediately call out the bullshit though and that's so satisfying...

"You ruined my past Dream, but you will not ruin my future" "I'm not- I- I- Tommy! I'm trying- I'm trying to change, to be better and not be the same person I was and you- it- it doesn't- y- you can visit me. Like, every now and then, right? It'll help! It'll help! Right? It'll help- it'll help me... be better" "Fuck off mate"

This was honestly the reason I rewatched the stream in the first place. I was looking for this specific quote because I thought I remembered it from somewhere and then I got distracted...

But yeah, the reason I was looking for it is that this is possibly the single slimiest f*cking move on Dream's side. If anyone is confused on the why, it's because, once again, this is emotional manipulation pure and simple. Dream putting the baggage of getting better on Tommy and appealing at his empathic nature to keep him into this f*cking abusive relationship. And also he's doing this while clearly panicked and grasping as straws. Because he does know that Tommy is not going for it right now, it's very obvious.

It's just... slimy...

#dream smp #long post #tw manipulation #tw abuse mention #tw unhealthy relationship #tommyinnit #c!dream #dream smp quotes #dream smp analysis #sorta?#it's kinda more quotes with my thoughts added on #of the section before the tnt happened #either way here you go whatever this is!

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asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3 · 3 years

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So... Sam and Bucky were an unlabeled item in the past, it’s really the only thing that makes sense. Like just heat me out. Spending a lot of time together because of Steve. Then “Steve visits Bucky in wakanda” and just doesn’t bring Sam? Highly unlikely. And Sam, bless his heart, sees the best in everyone. So now he’s making small jokes to cheer up Steve’s sad one armed brainwashed puppy dog eyed friend. And Bucky really loves the ‘making fun of Steve’ jokes, so now it’s something just the two of them do together. And then they’re spending more time together, and the feelings begin.

But neither of them say anything, because why would they? Bucky’s from the 40s and probably not into dudes, and even if he was he’s Steve’s best friend so that would make things weird if Sam makes a move and gets rejected. And Sam is Steve’s best friend and actually one of the few people Bucky enjoys being around so he can’t make a move because getting rejected would mean he loses too much. So they just dance around it.

And somehow or another it just happens and WOW it’s amazing. But then Steve is going back in time, asking Bucky to come with and Bucky just can’t do it. Because Sam might not be serious about him right then and there, but maybe if he tries extra hard Sam will love him the same way someday. Besides, the past is a bad place full of bad people and bad food, and he actually likes having technology. And who would ever love him in the 40s with that vibranium arm? No he needs to stay and protect Sam.

But then Steve is gone and Bucky just needs a little time alone to cope. He can’t be so serious with Sam, even though he’s desperate to cry in his arms, because he can’t risk scaring him away. And then Sam gives away the shield, the last bit of family Bucky has left and it’s like Sam giving Bucky away. Throwing him out like he means nothing. And maybe that’s true, because now Bucky is questioning Sam and Steve and himself. And the cycle amplifies and repeats and he’s ignoring texts, because how can Sam just pretend like everything’s fine when he clearly doesn’t care for Bucky at all?

And then Walker comes on TV, spouting on about Steve and Bucky just snaps. He goes down to give Sam a piece of his mind, only to get sucked into those beautiful brown eyes again. And Sam is going on a mission, and how can Bucky let him go alone? He might get hurt, he might die. So Bucky goes with, despite the protests. And he begrudgingly accompanies Sam because he can’t bare to let him get hurt, and all the feelings start flooding back and he’s trying his hardest not to let it affect him.

Because the staring problem is probably what started it all. Bucky looking at Sam like he personally hung all the stars and moon in the sky, and Sam calling him out on it, but gently, because he can’t stomach seeing that look of adoration on the man’s face without kissing him. But then they do kiss, and it goes from there. And now it aches every time Sam throws it back in Bucky’s face.

And Bucky locking eyes to ask Sam to break the law for HIM again, making it seem like Sam did it for him last time not for Steve. And Sam just agrees, even though it is clearly a terrible plan. And the way they stood together at Tonys funeral, obviously seeking comfort in each other. And the “are you still having those nightmares?” “All the time.” When did they talk about that? How did it come up? I would like to imagine Bucky had a bad dream in bed with Sam, but even if it’s not that, it still means they TALKED about it at some point. Like they talked about Sam’s boat, since Bucky was like “so this is the boat” or whatever he said. When did they talk about all this? They are clearly comfortable with each other.

“I don’t want to make it weird for your family.” Your FAMILY, not for YOU. Why would this situation be weird for them, Bucky? They all clearly like you. Sarah’s being polite. The boys play in the room while he’s asleep. None of them are afraid of Bucky, so what exactly would make it weird? My siblings coworker/friend spending the night? Not weird. My siblings Ex that’s still in love with them spending the night? A little weird.

Plus the ‘why didn’t you use the metal arm?’ ‘I’m right handed’, no. Bucky just wanted the excuse of patting Sams hip and crowding close to take the wrench. And Bucky waiting for the perfect opportunity to lift that thing out of the truck means he was standing off to the side, watching Sam. Maybe he wanted to see if the Sam he loves is the same Sam everyone else gets to see. Or maybe he just wanted to spend a little extra time with Sam before he delivered the box because he was gunna have Sam ‘sign for it and I’ll leave’

But the early morning boat scene is absolutely a dead give away. Switch one character out for a woman and it reads as obvious sexual tension. The way Bucky goes for Sam’s hip again and stops, like he’s comfortable doing it but forgot he can’t. Their eye contact from across the motor? Sam staring, and Bucky looking up at him through his eyelashes and then away again because it’s just too intense. Because they could easily just... fall back into their routine. Because he’s finally realizing that Sam didn’t throw him away like he thought, but it was him that pushed the distance between them.

And Bucky apologizes, and he holds Sam’s hand, and he tries to do little things to let Sam know the door is still open if he can forgive him enough.

#marvel #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfaws #the sambucky show #winterfalcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #pre SamBucky relationship

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hyuckssunchip · 3 years

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Blooming Pt. 2

Pairings: Jisung x Reader, ft. nct dream, lucas (honorary member of dream)

Words: 5.5K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, fluff

Synopsis:

Love isn’t as easy as it seems, Park Jisung is an advocate of that. A blooming relationship that has prematurely ceased can be re-sparked years later, or can it? Will Jisung be able to overcome his fears in order to succeed in what he deems love?

Part 1 | Part 2

“What’s this?” Renjun picked up the textbook on the kitchen table.

Jeno looked up from his laptop briefly, shrugging before returning to the screen. “Jisung threw it there earlier today.”

Renjun picked up the book, getting a good look at the cover, “The Introduction to the female reproductive system? What’s Jisung doing with a book like this?” He pulled the receipt from the back cover, glancing at it.

Jeno finally stood up from his seat, peeking over his shoulder and shaking his head with a frown.

“Jisung said not to touch it.” Jaemin entered the rooming, sitting across from the boys, munching on a snack. “He’s got to return it later.”

“Why?” Renjun asked, sending a look at Jaemin who was spreading crumbs. “The receipt says he bought it today.”

Jaemin grinned sheepishly, getting the message, and he wiped the crumbs into the palm of his hands.

“I don’t know. Probably the wrong version or something.” Jaemin stood up, dumping his handful into the trash.

“But Jisung’s not even taking a class remotely related to this. Why would he buy it in the first place?” Renjun pushed.

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shook his head at him, “Why don’t you ask him?”

“Ask who what?” Chenle asked, entering the kitchen to grab an apple.

“Jisung bought a weird book.” Jeno spouted whilst typing away.

Chenle laughed, “Of course he did, no wonder he’s been in such a happy mood.”

“What?” Renjun asked.

“Yeah, he’s had the dumbest smile all over his face since he got back.” Chenle took a large bite out of the apple.

“Where did he go?” Jaemin cocked his head, wandering around the kitchen for another snack.

“I don’t know, probably the bookstore.”

Jisung emerged from his room, wearing a grin that very similarly resembled Chenle’s expression. He hummed a tune that soon overtook the rest of the hushed chatter, the other boys simply stared at him. Even Jeno stopped his typing, watching Jisung intently.

“What’s got you so happy?” Jaemin asked leaning in close to the unsuspecting boy.

“Hmmm? Oh. Nothing.” Jisung just grinned back.

“Right. Nothing.” Renjun squinted his eyes at him, with a sarcastic tone.

Jisung couldn’t help the smile that seemed to grow. “Actually I-”

“Guess who?” The door slammed shut.

“Haechan, seriously. Just text us before you come over. One of these days you’re gonna give someone a heart attack.” Renjun scolded.

“Really Renjun? You’re not eighty, I’m not going to scare you to death.” Haechan brushed past the muttering boy.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Haechan chose to ignore it if he had heard. “So what are we talking about today?”

Chenle perked up, being the first to offer information. “Jisung bought a weird book, and he’s super happy about it.”

Mark frowned at Jisung, “What?”

In return Jisung spared him a glance before correcting the previous statement, “I have a date.”

“Dude no way.” Mark clapped Jisung on the back, which consequently had him stumbling forward a few steps.

“With who?” Jaemin creeped forward with interest.

“Guess.” There was a cheeky grin that brightened his features.

“No fucking way.” Haechan let out unintentionally. “I mean, congrats Jisung.”

“When?” Renjun asked, more than slightly intrigued.

“Friday.” He smiled at his feet, “I asked her today after we got back from the bookstore. Also, that guy? Not her boyfriend.”

Jeno spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What’s the book for though?”

“Oh.” Jisung turned red, “I told her I had to buy a textbook too, and I just grabbed a random book. I didn’t mean to grab that one.” He scratched the back of his neck, in embarrassment.

Chenle snorted, “Wow, some luck.”

But Jisung didn’t feel the same sentiment, as he was still over the moon about your date. He didn’t mind the embarrassment for a moment, the ending result was well worth the sacrifice.

“So where are you guys going?” Haechan asked, wicked thoughts already entering his head.

“No. The answer is no.” Jisung’s smile dropped for the first time. “I’m not stupid, and I don’t want you showing up.”

Haechan playfully scowled, “I’m just trying to help, just give you a little push is all.”

“I don’t need a push. I got a date just fine without you.” Jisung retorted, stealing a cookie from Jaemin as he left to return to his room.

“Do any of you know?” Haechan immediately turned to ask the others.

They all shook their heads, even if they did know they wouldn’t tell Haechan. After all they were rather hoping Jisung and you would get together, and the chances would significantly slim if Haechan were to get involved.

“So Jake told me Lucas has been raving about you since your last date? What’d you do? Sleep with him?” Alex snickered at the thought.

“Yeah.” You deadpanned, not taking your eyes off your book.

There was a loud thud from behind you and you tried your hardest not to laugh.

“What?!” You turned just in time to see Alex bound over to you, skidding across the floor.

A smile betrayed you, “I’m just kidding. I don’t know, we just had a good time.”

“Bitch.” She muttered under breath, obviously annoyed by your lie. “I was really excited. You didn’t have to do that.”

You giggled, “Is my love life really that interesting?”

“Yes.” She crossed her arms, “I’m bored because I’ve already got a boyfriend. I need to live vicariously through someone.”

You frowned at her before returning to your book, “Well, just because I feel kinda bad for lying to you, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.”

You didn’t have to look up to know she was leaning in intensely, “What?”. It came out as a whisper and you could see how badly she wanted to hear it.

“I’ve got a date.”

Alex leaned back with a sigh, evidently unimpressed. “That’s your secret? I mean I already assumed Lucas was gonna ask again. I wanted something more juicy.”

You bit your lip with a smile, “It’s not with Lucas.”

That had her. “Holy shit. Who?”

You glanced at the wall that separated you and your neighbors, and she immediately understood. “Jisung?”

For a moment it was unusually silent. Then she let out an ear-deafening squeal. “Oh my god! He finally asked you? Or did you ask him? When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

The frenzy of questions had you laughing at her excitement. “He asked me just a few hours ago.” You couldn’t hide the smile any longer, teeth now on full view.

She scooted closer to you, grabbing a hold of your arm, “Tell me everything.”

And so you did. For the most part it was you recanting your story, and every once in a while Alex would squeal and smack you in excitement.

Eventually her excitement died down, after all the girl only has so much energy.

“What about Lucas?” She asked softly, glancing at your profile.

You picked at the page nervously, hissing when you got a paper cut. Immediately you stuck your finger in your mouth, a habit you had since you were a child.

Although Jisung asking you out was something you had wished for since the moment you met him, you knew it wasn’t right to just drop Lucas like that. Besides you liked the guy, he made you feel comfortable, and not to mention he really knew how to lay it on thick. He was a natural flirt.

Of course you liked being flirted with, doted on. And Lucas really was a great guy. But in all honesty you couldn’t really see a future with him. He just didn’t send flutters in your stomach the way that Jisung did.

You pursed your lips in thought, mulling over how you were going to go about the situation.

“I don’t know. We’re supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow. I guess I’ll tell him then.” You sighed, not liking how you were suddenly thrust into this situation. Why did two great guys have to come at the same time?

Alex nodded, understanding your predicament. She also understood the way that you felt about Jisung.

Feelings that didn’t go away after two years, meant something, didn’t they?

“I’m really sorry. I think you’re a great guy, really.” You paused, watching his reaction. You had just dumped everything on to Lucas, and you couldn’t tell what he was feeling. Resentment? Anger? Disappointment?

But he just nodded with a tight smile. It clearly wasn’t genuine.

“I hate it when people say this, but it isn’t you it’s me. Really. You’re a fantastic guy, and I think anybody would be lucky to have you as a partner. But… I just can’t ignore my feelings, you know?”

You bit your lip with a frown, looking up from under your lashes.

He laid his hand on top of yours, just holding it for a moment.

“I understand. And there’s absolutely no hard feelings.” This time the smile seemed less forced. “I wished things could’ve worked out, but things don’t always go the way we want right?”

You sent him a soft smile, guilt still plaguing you.

“And just so you know, if you ever want to hit me up, I’m all for it.” He paused, glancing at you, “Whether you want a friend or something more.”

In silence, the two of you looked at each other for a moment.

“Y/N?” A voice interrupted you, making you widen your eyes.

Why did he always seem to catch you in compromising situations?

“Jisung.” You froze, unable to move or find the words to explain yourself. This obviously didn’t look good, here you were on what looked to be a ‘date’ just after accepting Jisung.

But he did know the situation, he did know that you were seeing Lucas. But it didn’t mean that he was keen on seeing you with him.

It seemed like everyone was left speechless, including a very wide-eyed Haechan, who you would’ve thought never could happen.

Jisung’s eyes flickered to the way Lucas’s hand enveloped yours, and you immediately pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ear out of nerves.

Looking between the two of you, Lucas seemed to get a pretty good idea of what was going on. He stood up and sent you a soft smile, before turning back to the group.

“I’m gonna pay for it,” he cut you off as you tried to protest. “I’ll see you around sometime.” And with one last glance at the boys he shouldered past them.

The silence lasted for quite a while.

“Guys, there’s a table- Oh, hi Y/N.” Jaemin had walked in belatedly, missing the situation, and was way too bright for the circumstance.

Renjun elbowed him in the side, earning a wide-eyed look of confusion.

You waited, hoping for Jisung to say something, because for some reason your mouth wouldn’t move. Words you had to say, dying in the back of your throat.

But Jisung didn’t have anything to say. So he left.

You sent a shy smile to the boy next door, but he quickly ducked past his door, leaving you with the sound of the slamming.

You bit your lip. You didn’t blame him for being upset at what he saw. You would be too. You just thought that he would at least talk or look at you by now.

Even your random run ins with Jaemin seemed to have an awkward air, like he would get in trouble if he talked to you.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want.” You ranted frustratedly to your roommate. “Our neighbors are avoiding me like the plague, and I can’t even get a smile out of Jaemin. Jaemin! The dude doesn’t know what it means to not smile, and now suddenly he’s a pro at it.”

You huffed, glaring at Alex. At this she put her hands up as if to say she wasn’t the one who didn’t smile at you.

You collapsed into the chair, shoving your head into your crossed arms.

“Why don’t you just try to talk to him then? Clear things up.” She asked gently, as though she was worried this suggestion might set you off again.

“You don’t think I want to? He avoids me at all costs. If I can’t even get him to look at me, how’m I supposed to have a conversation with him?”

Alex shrugged, thinking the better of meddling again, choosing to retreat to her room to leave you with your own thoughts.

However, unbeknownst to you, the same chaos was occurring right next door.

“Should we talk to him?” Jaemin whispered while staring at the hallway, as if suddenly Jisung would pop out and let him have it.

“Does it look like he wants to be talked to?” Chenle asked sarcastically, “I don’t know about you, but I like my limbs intact.”

Jeno nodded, “I’ve never seen him this upset before. We should just let him cool off.”

“Cool off? He’s been cooling off for the past week, that’s not helping.” Renjun muttered angrily. He had unfortunately been a victim of Jisung’s wrath the night after the incident.

“He’s just upset. I mean can you blame him? The girl he’s been in love with for the last two years was holding hands and obviously on a date with the dude, even after Jisung asked her out.” Chenle whisper-shouted. Even he wasn’t going to risk Jisung hearing this.

“But he knew.” Renjun said, “He knew she was going on dates with this other guy. I mean what does he expect, she’d just drop him like that?”

Although Renjun had logic in his statement, none of the guys seemed to back him up.

“But I mean, the day after? And Jisung was over the moon when she accepted.” Chenle argued back.

“It’s not like she wanted Jisung to see them together.” Renjun hissed.

“Oh that makes it so much better?” Chenle wasn’t one to back down easily, and his voice was starting to rise.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Renjun huffed out, “It’s not like she wanted to hurt him by having him see that. Besides she may have already planned the date, or have a reason. He should at least talk to her-”

“Shhh.” Jaemin threw a hand over Renjun’s mouth at the sight of Jisung leaving his room.

“Thanks. I really appreciate you guys talking about me behind my back.” Jisung glared at the group. “Why don’t you go over and talk shit about me with Y/N? I’m sure you’d get along nicely.”

“Well it’s not like we can talk to your face, can we?” Renjun shouted, fed up with Jisung’s mood.

Jisung scowled once more before slamming the front door behind him.

“Well that went well.” Jaemin mumbled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Jisung!” You stumbled down the stairs, trying to catch up with the blonde haired boy before he escaped.

But he didn’t even turn at the sound of your voice, and he seemed to hurry up as if avoiding you at all costs.

Eventually you got the hint and stopped in your tracks. This had been going on for too long now, and you were fed up with the fact that no matter how hard you tried, he just chose to ignore you.

So you plucked up your last ounce of courage, yelling at him from behind, with clenched fists.

“If you’re not going to even pretend like you’re interested, why did you ask me out?” You asked angrily, feeling a choking feeling rise in your throat.

This caught his attention and he turned to face you with a frown, not quite understanding what you meant.

You were embarrassed and angry, feeling humiliated at the thought of Jisung not actually liking you. But he just stood and stared at you, no emotion even remotely hinting at the fact that he wanted to try, or that he cared. You had passed up on Lucas for this? You passed up on a great guy for someone who refused to even talk to you?

“I can’t believe that I picked you over Lucas.” You mumbled out, hand angrily wiping at the tears that had already escaped. “You know what, forget our date. If you were even planning on showing up.” You knew this was harsh, but to be fair, he wasn’t exactly being the nicest person right now.

Jisung’s eyebrows flew up towards his hairline, hand shyly trying to comfort you, but he didn’t have the courage to actually do it. He just watched.

You were pissed. You had tried multiple times to reach out to Jisung and try to reconcile, but you were met with no cooperation.

It felt as if you were reliving the time when you were texting with each other. He felt unresponsive, uninterested.

Of course, you knew that your actions could’ve been misconstrued or misinterpreted, but he hadn’t even let you explain.

Now the agenda of avoiding one another was mutual. You didn’t go out of your way to evade him, but you certainly didn’t try to see him.

It wasn’t until a week and a half later that you had your first interaction with Jaemin again.

“Hey Y/N.” He smiled at you, not as big as usual, but a smile nonetheless.

“Jaemin? So we’re talking now?” You couldn’t help but be snarky, something that you instantly regretted at the sight of his fallen face. “Wait, sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

When you sighed, you noticed that familiar look on his face, guilt.

But you chose to ignore it and move on, “What’s up?”

You gripped the strap of your bag, grounding yourself for the moment.

“Nothing. I just wanted to say hi.” But the smile was fading fast.

He continued down the stairs, taking a left at the bottom.

“Jaemin?” He turned to face you. “Are you busy?”

His eyes widened and he grinned whilst shaking his head. You rushed down the stairs finding yourself less than a foot from him. “I was going to the park to study. Do you maybe wanna hang out?”

“Where were you?” Chenle asked with watchful eyes as Jaemin entered the apartment.

“At the park.” It was nonchalant, but Chenle noticed his shifty eyes.

“Why?”

Jaemin frowned, still avoiding eye contact. “Can I not just go to the park?”

Chenle narrowed his eyes, but ignored the statement as Renjun entered the room. Almost immediately there was a heavy tension over the room.

Renjun ignored his presence and Chenle scoffed, promptly leaving the room.

“What was that?” Renjun asked, filling up a cup of water.

Jaemin hesitated to respond, but knowing Renjun he figured he would find out soon enough.

“I went to the park… with Y/N today.” He whispered the last part, glancing at Renjun’s reaction. At this the latter raised his eyebrows, interested at the confession.

“I’m surprised there wasn’t more yelling.” He muttered, turning to face a very guilty looking Jaemin.

“I didn’t exactly tell him I went with her, he was just suspicious.” Jaemin bit his lip nervously, and eventually broke down, “I just wanted to talk with her. Is it wrong if we hang out? She’s a good person… I like her.”

Renjun’s eyes widened.

“Not like that. I just like her as a person, she’s easy to talk to.” Jaemin backtracked, understanding what the look in his eyes meant.

Renjun nodded, looking slightly relieved for a moment before covering it up with a stony look. He drained his glass quickly before turning to leave.

Just as he was about to exit the room he paused, “I don’t see what’s so heinous about hanging out with your neighbor. Honestly, they didn’t even date.”

After this Jaemin felt slightly better about his ‘betrayal’. Just because his roommates couldn’t be civil with you, didn’t mean that he couldn’t. After all no one really knew the whole story, right?

“Why do you look like that?”

Jaemin looked up from his spot in the middle of the kitchen to find Jeno with his arms hugging his laptop.

“Huh?”

“You look like you’re out of it… Did something happen?” Jaemin could trust and confide in Jeno with many things, this was one of them.

Jeno sat at the table, softly laying his computer on the surface. Jeno wasn’t really one to freely show his emotions, even with his best friends, but here he began to look nervous. He bit his lip, glancing at Jaemin, wanting to reassure him, but not giving him false assurance.

“I’m a horrible friend aren’t I?” Jaemin mumbled, digging his palms into his face.

“No.” Jeno breathed out, “I just wouldn’t let Jisung find out. Or Chenle for that matter.”

Jaemin looked up, wincing at Jeno’s words. “So you don’t think it was so wrong of me?”

“I’m not saying it’s wrong, but it’s not right either.” Jeno sighed, watching his friend’s face fall. “Jisung and Y/N are in a weird situation. Honestly I’d rather just stay out of it, I don’t need to be picking sides.”

Jeno stood up suddenly, retrieving his laptop and leaving the room as abruptly as he came in. There was no sign of why Jeno even entered in the first place.

This didn’t make Jaemin feel any better. But he heeded Jeno’s words, he didn’t want to choose sides. But he really liked you, why can’t he just enjoy your company?

“Jaemin? Y/N?” Renjun blinked twice at the scene, glancing between the two of you.

He wasn’t going to lie, there was a part of him that knew he could run into you both here. Maybe subconsciously he wanted to find you.

“Renjun.” You breathed out, a worried look casting over your face. “It’s not what it looks like really.”

The last thing you wanted was Jaemin to get in trouble.

Renjun just nodded, cutting you off. “I know.” His lips formed a tight line, “Mind if I join you?”

Both Jaemin and yourself were shocked, but immediately gesturing for him to join you. He flopped onto the blanket exhaustedly, closing his eyes and just feeling the breeze.

After a moment of silence he reopened his eyes, sighing deeply, “I’m so tired of being in that apartment. I just feel so frustrated and closed in there, like I can’t breathe.”

You looked at your lap, feeling guilty for that. If it weren’t for you, neither Jaemin or Renjun would be here right now. Neither of them would be feeling this rivet between their friends.

You mumbled out a faint apology.

There was a sigh from his direction. “I wasn’t digging for an apology. I was just venting. Honestly, I don’t even blame you.”

Glancing up at him, you noticed he had his eyes clenched shut, head tilted towards the sky.

“I’m still sorry though.” You rushed your next words to stop his protests. “Let’s be real, if it weren’t for me, this all never would’ve happened between you guys. This is exactly why I didn’t want to start anything again.”

Jaemin frowned, shaking his head. “But you couldn’t have known, what if something really great came out of it? What if something really great can still come out of it?”

Renjun glanced at your distraught expression, he didn’t mean to upset you with his rant.

“But it’s not going to. I mean,” You paused, hesitating to say the next words, “I don’t know if you guys know the whole story between us, but it feels the exact same as when we were texting before. I just get the feeling that he doesn’t actually like me like that, maybe he just likes the thought of it.”

You trailed off at the sight of their faces.

“Are you kidding me? That boy, and he’s going to kill me for saying this, but he’s been in love with you for the past two years. Like, no joke, there was a time when he had nothing to talk about, except for you. Trust me when I say he likes you.”

Frustration boiled up inside of you, “Then why doesn’t he try? I tried so hard to talk to him and explain what he saw, but he just avoids me. It’s the same as before, if he doesn’t think I’m worth at least that much, then why should I put in all that effort?”

You were starting to get worked up with Renjun interrupted. “Because that’s Jisung. I hate to say it, but that’s the way he’s wired. He’s really shy, and cautious when it comes to this sort of stuff. I don’t want to use the word insecure, but he really doesn’t think he’s good enough sometimes. I think that when he even comes across the thought or the chance that he’s not good enough for you, he just shuts you out, you know? It’s like a defense mechanism. It’s not that he doesn’t want to try, just that he’s afraid.”

Jaemin nodded softly in agreement. At this point you were beginning to see why they were all such good friends. Even at a time like this they were still trying to help him, and never once did they put him down.

That made you feel even worse.

You sighed, leaning back on your forearms and staring up at the clouds, head swirling with new thoughts.

“Oh, so you can tell me to my face that you weren’t just with Y/N? What kind of friend are you?” Chenle raised his voice, glaring at the two of them.

Jisung stared at the wall beside them, silently brooding over the situation.

Haechan stood up from his seat on the couch and turned, shocked at the sight before him. Mark was wide-eyed staring over the back of the couch.

“What are you-”

“Can you even call yourself a friend?” The words were spat out, making everyone in the room flinch, including Jisung.

Jisung closed his eyes, blocking out the situation. He never wanted things to go this far.

“It’s not-”

“How are you even able to be in the same room and not feel guilty? Huh?!” At this point Chenle was losing control.

Haechan moved to Chenle’s side, tugging at his arm to make him stop. But Chenle only threw his hand off him in anger.

“Taking sides with that-”

“Stop it.”

With those two words it seemed like the world stopped with it.

“What?” Chenle all but whispered out. He was not alone in the confusion.

“Stop it.” Jisung finally took a look around the room, frowning at what he saw in front of him. “This is ridiculous, fighting over this. I don’t care if you hang out with her or not.”

“But-”

“This whole thing was blown way out of proportion. I was stupid and immature to not even talk to her. Honestly I’m more mad at myself than at her.” To say that everyone was shocked was an understatement.

“I’m so sick of this. This is why I didn’t want to do this in the first place.” He sighed standing up. “I’m done being mad without an explanation.”

Jisung treaded heavily towards his room, making up his mind that this was going to be the last time they fought over you. Tomorrow he would clear things up.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Just a minute!” You rubbed your eyes blearily, glancing at your phone. 7 am, on a Saturday?

You flattened your hair the best you could, throwing on a sweatshirt hastily as you opened the door.

You sucked your breath, heart dropping at the sight of Jisung in front of you.

“Jisung?” Suddenly you felt very bare, standing in front of him with a sweatshirt and your pajamas. But you pushed away the embarrassment, caving to the pent up anger and humiliation that you still felt.

You frowned at him, “What do you want?”

He visibly winced at the tone, biting his lip anxiously. “Could- can we talk?”

But to be honest, you didn’t really want to talk with him at the moment. “Now’s not a good time.”

To be fair you did have an appointment soon. Not ridiculously soon that you couldn’t manage to squeeze in a talk, but you weren’t going to try very hard.

“Oh.” He ruffled his hair nervously. “Um… when do you have time?” He asked, this time not willing to let go so easily.

For a moment you thought about telling him that you simply didn’t want to face him, that you wouldn’t ever have time for him. But even you knew that was far too cruel. And to be honest, a talk was what you wanted in the first place.

“Lunch?” You mumbled out, “I can do noon.”

He was quick to agree, and soon enough you were left alone in your apartment again. Empty and quiet on a Saturday morning, as it should be, but for some reason you felt uneasy.

It seemed that Jisung was keeping a very keen eye out for you, because the moment you walked through the door, his eyes locked with yours.

He waved you over as enthusiastically as he could, which wasn’t very much. He could feel the heavy air already as you averted your eyes.

You felt a twinge of flutters in your stomach, but you pushed them down. This was the first time, since you had gone to the bookstore, that you had spent time together, just the two of you.

It felt like a date, but it was far from it.

Jisung cleared his throat awkwardly, “I heard the pasta is really good here.”

You raised your eyebrows at the suggestion, choosing to be as civil as you could. You weren’t here to cause another fight, or whatever happened between the two of you, you were here to reconcile.

“Really, then I’ll try the Carbonara.” A small smile was tacked on at the end of your sentence as you noticed Jisung eyeing you nervously.

He smiled back.

Then he set the menu down.

He sighed deeply before continuing, “First off, I really want to apologize for the way I treated you. I was avoiding you and acting like a jerk, really. I just… when we saw you at the diner, I was just slammed with a bunch of emotions and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I know that’s a shitty excuse, but I just couldn’t handle it, and then I think a part of me was embarrassed by the way that I acted, so I avoided you more. But then things blew up. Everything fell apart with my friends, then they started fighting and picking sides, and I realized that none of this was worth it. I was mad and upset for no reason.”

He stopped, weary of your expression before continuing. “I don’t know if I even deserve an explanation, or a second chance.”

Jisung must have lost confidence, as he wavered at the end of his sentence.

You plucked up the courage that you had, nodding in agreement.

“I think you deserve an explanation.” You sighed, thinking back to the moment they saw you. “Lucas... we had set up a date before you had even asked me, and I thought it would be wrong to ditch him, especially without explanation. When you walked in, I had actually just told him… about you.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry and you reached for your glass. “It didn’t feel right to see both of you at the same time, whether I liked you both or not. I’m going to be honest with you, Lucas is a great guy, I would be extremely happy with someone like him, but...But he doesn’t make me feel the way you make me feel.”

You glanced up through your eyelashes, weary of his expression, quickly moving on after your confession.

“And you’re right, I really think that things blew way out of proportion, that all could’ve been solved with a conversation, it didn’t need to wait this long.”

He nodded, admitting to his fault. But his mind kept wandering back to what you had said.

The way he made you feel?

He felt a sudden rush of giddiness, before he managed to hide it.

By the time the food had arrived you were well into your conversation, both of you had agreed to move past this. It wasn’t going to be easy to forget, and maybe that was the best way to move forward with your relationship.

You caught up with each other, Jisung telling stories of the stupid things that he and his friends do, mostly Haechan. The most recent of his escapades having to do with a deck of cards and a street lamp on a particularly cold night.

Jisung reveled at the sound of your laughter, cursing himself for waiting this long to talk to you. Why had he been so afraid? What had stopped him before?

“So how exactly do I make you feel?” He asked teasingly, whilst wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed nervously at him, realizing that maybe it was a mistake to let him get so comfortable with you.

Or maybe it meant the start of something great.

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