#then he left and i went to go to the bank and get straw. straw is $4 but i only had 2 singles and some twenties so i need money out
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Heyy!
Can you do a rafe cameron x reader fluff where she gets made fun of by some girls at the country club and rafe overhears and helps her?
Take your time and thx!
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a/n : thanks sm for the request 💕💕💕 sorry i took forever !!! hope you enjoy!
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there were all sorts of talk about you and rafe cameron spreading around the country club.
everytime you went out to drop off an order at a table, you’d hear whispers of your name and feel heavy glares being burnt onto the back of your uniform.
you knew that the people were gonna talk. you were the kook-kings new girl and that was enough to rile up every girl in the obx, especially since you were a pogue.
the sharp voice of your boss pulled you out of your trance as you washed some dirty dishes.
“hey, y/n! switch places with jere at the bar so he can go on break.”
fuck
that was the last thing you needed today and might as well been your last straw. of course he had to switch you to the bar ten minutes before the end of your shift. you internally groan at his words, whilst putting forth your best country-club smile and pushing past the trap door.
the second you walk out you’re ushered over by a high pitched girl from the corner of the bar. great. of course it’s the assholes from school calling for you.
“hey, yoo-hoo! we need some refills over here.”
you hurry over to the group and forced greeting “how may i help?” you ask with a fiegned sweetnsss to your voice, silently praying under your breath that they won’t order anything too complex.
you definitely jinxed yourself.
“can we get 6 spicy margs with extra spice?”
you can’t help the disappointed sigh that escapes you- it’s probably going to take you past the end of your shift to finish mixing that many drinks.
it seems like your dissatisfaction is apparent to them, because the girl in the middle, bianca, you think, cocks her head to her left and pouts.
“is there a problem? you do realize this is your job right?”
you’re taken aback by her comment, even though it shouldn’t surpise you. she’s been kildare’s self appointed queen bee since elementary. her words aren’t very out of the ordinary for her, but they still sting at your chest.
another one scoffs, shrugging a shoulder as she combs her fingers through her freshly balayaged hair. “i know it’s hard for you pogues to be on your feet and work for your money, but what’s the point of the paycheck if you can’t even do your job enthusiastically?”
your clench your fist at your side, digging your fingernails into your palm while biting your tounge. you try not to make it seem like they’re getting to you, but you know by the burning feeling on your cheeks that your body is betraying you.
“so 6 spicy margaritas?” you attempt to end their shaming of you by clarifying the order, but they totally ignore you, continuing on with their degradation.
“really, y/n. if you want the tips you should at least act happy to be at your job.”
happy was the last thing you were feeling at the moment.
“i’ll take that into-“ you voice cracks in the middle of your sentence, your frustration catching up to you. suddenly, you feel small, small like you’re the size of the fire ants that strut over the ground; even smaller. “consideration.” you finish, muttering the last word.
you make to turn on your heel and start on the drinks, yet you hear your name fall from one of their lips once again. you try to focus on pouring the alcohol increments correctly, but you can’t stop yourself from tuning into what they have to say about you.
“i bet she’s gonna leave rafe the second she drains his bank account.”
“please; rafe will leave her once he finally realizes he deserves way better than a pogue. just a matter of time.”
the conversation just keeps getting worse, to the point you almost drop the marghertis as you carry them over towards them.
you let out a somewhat relieved sigh when you see rafe walking over towards the counter, twirling his car keys on his pointer finger.
“hiii rafe.” bianca says, her voice drippping with desperation that almost makes you gag. rafe acts as though she were on mute, completely ignoring her while he beelined in your direction.
he leans against the bar, offering a smile that’s reserved for just you “hey baby,” rafe greets. “ready to go home?”
“yea. let me just grab my stuff and i’ll be out quick.” you reply, quietly as you finish wiping down your work area.
rafe notices your hushed tone and your upset mood without you having to announce it; you have that angry look in your eyes and your skin is flushed scarlet with your jaw it taut. something’s up.
he watches as you trudge out the door and slightly juts out his lip in a small pout, wondering what’s going on with you right now. usually you’re all cheerful and happy when he comes to pick you up from work.
“of course y/n needs rafe to rescue her from work.“ his ears capture the annoying voice of one of the girls gathered together at the corner of the bar. he turns around, looking at them with his brow furrowed in disgust.
“god, i don’t know how he deals with he-“
“what’d you just say?” rafe pushes himself off the counter and stomps his way towards them, giving them all a glare made of steel. the girls all tense in their seats, voices piping down as they just look at him.
of course fucking bianca’s the one to open her mouth to try and respond. rafe doesn’t even give her the opportunity to say something, cutting her off before she can’t even start. “keep that mouth shut. especially if your gonna talk shut about my girl.” he threatens, eyes shooting daggers at her.
just then, you appear from the corner and rafe walks away from them, possessively wrapping an arm over you shoulder, pressing a firm kiss to your forhead and then your lips. “let’s get out of here, huh?” he whispers against your lips and you reply nod, giving him a small smile before you bring your fingers to interlock with his which rests by your bicep.
you can’t help the giggle which falls from you as he mutters a pointed comment towards the girls while you walk past them- loud enough that you’re sure they heard.
they definitely will be keeping their mouths shut from now on.
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from strangers to friends, to strangers again
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader
Warnings: Y/N gets into a fight
Words: 2.8K
A/N: I just finished Outer Banks and this show has slowly taken over my life, so i may have to write more fics for JJ cause I love him so much omg
“JJ, it was an accident!” You insisted, following the boy as he stormed into the Chateau, trying not to pay any mind to the rest of the pogues who gave you a concerned look.
He didn’t respond, slamming the screen door behind him, nearly hitting you in the face with it. You jumped back, sighing before throwing the door open.
Curious beyond belief, the rest of the group followed you. The two of you were thick as thieves a mere twenty minutes ago when you went off to grab something from JJ’s house together. His dad wasn’t home, but you didn’t want to take any chances, standing firm on not letting him go alone.
His house was too cluttered, and while you were waiting for him to nab a beer or two out of the fridge on his way out, you stepped too far back and managed to knock a set of wind chimes off its hook, tensing when it crashed to the ground in about a million pieces.
JJ stopped, beer in hand and fridge door still open, staring down at the shattered windchimes for a long time before he kicked the door shut, shoving past you to get out of the house, almost leaving you behind in his haste to leave.
Now, you were still trying to chase him down, trying so desperately to get JJ to talk to you. He’d been silent the entire way back to the Chateau and seemed pretty content with avoiding you until the end of time over a simple mistake.
“Jesus Christ, JJ, I’ll fucking pay for it!” You called after him, falling silent when he finally stopped moving.
“You can’t just make everything go away with daddy’s money, Y/N.” His voice was firm, harsher than he’d ever spoken to you, still refusing to face you.
“I’m not saying that,” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m just saying-”
“No, you know what? Shut the fuck up.” He spun around, his words and the anger in his eyes making you freeze.
“JJ-” Kie’s voice came from the door, standing between John B and Pope.
“I fucking made that, Y/N! When I was a kid; that shit had actual sentimental value! You can’t just buy a fucking new one!” He raised his voice, ignoring Kie’s feeble attempt at intervening.
You stopped, shrinking in on yourself. “JJ, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry-”
“Of course you didn’t know! Cause you’re just a kook!” His words stung, like a needle shooting through your heart.
“JJ, I’m sorry-” You repeated, fighting back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“No, that was the last straw.” He lowered his voice, sounding eerily calm. “You’re not a pogue. You are not one of us. So stop fucking pretending you belong with us.”
You took a step back, mouth agape in shock. When he didn’t back down, you risked a glance at the others. They said nothing, instead avoiding your gaze.
Of course. They were JJ’s friends first, anyway. You could feel the bitter taste of betrayal in your mouth when you pushed past Pope to open the screen door, letting it slam behind you as you left.
A stinging feeling had settled deep into your chest, trying to push away the realization that it felt like something had just ended.
You made your way back to Figure Eight, feeling more alone than you’d ever felt in your life.
A little over a week had passed before your parents were trying everything to convince you to go to Midsummers. The previous couple of years you’d been able to skip out on it, going down to the docks to meet the pogues instead.
With no word from any of your friends since the fallout between you and JJ, your parents had been extra pushy about making you attend.
You sat alone in your room, writing out a text to JJ. It was carefully crafted, but once it was done, you gave it a long look and deleted it, throwing your phone on your bed.
It landed beside the dress your mom had laid out for you, along with a pair of matching heels. Their presence felt like it was mocking you, glaring up at you and reminding you how much you didn’t belong with your friends.
Fuck it.
Might as well play the part, right?
You changed into the dress, taming your hair to the best of your ability, grabbing your phone before you made your way to find your parents.
In a last-ditch effort, you checked your phone one last time, hoping beyond all odds that JJ would’ve reached out to say something. Anything.
No new notifications.
Cursing under your breath, you shoved your phone into a purse and left your bedroom.
Midsummers was just as boring as you knew it would be. You stood awkwardly at the outskirts of the party. Pope was working, stationed at the grill on the perfectly trimmed lawn, chatting with Kie. They looked so happy talking together that you had to blink back tears.
When you noticed a glass of something left unattended, you snagged it off the table it was left on, drinking whatever it was. The alcohol burned your throat, and you grimaced to yourself before setting the empty glass back down. It wasn’t enough to get you drunk, but hopefully it was enough to make Midsummers a little more survivable.
“Hey!” Sarah Cameron’s voice brought you out of your daze, giving the girl a smile. She was always nice, but you hadn’t really spoken to her much since Kie had such a vendetta against her.
“Hi,” You grinned, relieved that someone was actually talking to you.
“Surprised to see you here, I thought you hated these kinds of things!” Her smile was so genuine you couldn’t help but feel welcomed, half forgetting that this was the famed kook princess that Kie hated so much.
“Yeah,” You nodded. “Well, didn’t really have anything else to do, so…”
You trailed off, now distracted by Kie laughing at whatever joke Pope made. Sarah followed your gaze, putting the pieces together and giving you a sympathetic smile.
“Listen, I’m gonna go dance with Wheezie for a bit, but I’ll be back! Enjoy yourself, drink, and have fun! Mingle!” She put her hands on your shoulders for a second before disappearing into the crowd, fitting in so well with the uptight rich assholes that you felt a tinge of jealousy.
Talking to Sarah did help your sour mood, however, and you were finally able to let yourself relax a little. You made small talk with a couple of people you didn’t really know, sneaking a couple more drinks when no one was actually paying attention to you.
It wasn’t until you saw a familiar head of blonde hair that your heart dropped.
There he was, dressed up all nice, dancing back-to-back with Sarah Cameron.
JJ fucking Maybank.
You froze, barely paying any mind when someone shoved past you, muttering about how you were standing in the way.
Since when were JJ and Sarah friends? More importantly, since when was Sarah not ‘too kook’ for him? Why would he cut you off but not her of all people?
Shaking your head, you downed your final drink of the night, hopping down the steps and pushing past the crowd, hoping to find somewhere quiet.
What you didn’t anticipate was the asshole you’d been strategically avoiding the whole night.
“Y/N!”
You stopped, slowly spinning around to face Rafe, tensing when you saw the lazy grin on his face.
“What do you want.” He chuckled, taking a dangerous step towards you.
“Just wanted to talk.” Rafe reeked of alcohol, and while you were by no means sober, he was clearly much further gone than you.
When he reached for your wrist, you snatched it out of his grasp.
“We can talk without you putting your hands on me.” You said, fighting to maintain eye contact with him. Admittedly, he intimidated the hell out of you, but you were too stubborn to show any signs of fear. JJ had once joked that people like him could smell fear on you. Still, you glanced towards the crowd behind him. You were far enough away that no one had begun to notice the tense conversation taking place.
Dramatically, he raised both of his hands in defense. “Don’t worry, I mean no harm. Just wondering why you’re here with us instead of slumming it with the pogues like usual. I mean,” He pointed vaguely to where Kie and Pope were standing, now with JJ who seemed to be telling a story. “None of them have even looked your way tonight. Don’t tell me you’re not even good enough for them?”
You bit your tongue, glaring Rafe down.
“What do you care?”
“Oh, I care plenty.” He leaned in uncomfortably close in a way that made you want to gag. “I mean, I’m just glad you got out of there while you still could.”
You rolled your eyes, turning to walk away. You’d entertained Rafe’s drunk bullshit long enough.
“I’m just saying!” He called after you. “Better to leave now before Maybank just turns into his dad, right?”
Crack.
The sound of your fist hitting Rafe’s jaw resounded through the crowd, with everyone in earshot turning to see what had happened.
He stumbled back, hand holding the side of his face.
“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.” You said through gritted teeth, desperately trying to ignore the pain in your knuckles.
Rafe was quick to rally, regaining his balance and throwing a punch that knocked you off your feet.
You were never much of a fighter. In fact, you’d never actually been in a fight before.
Still, you persisted, stumbling to your feet and clenching your fists.
You raised your hand to hit him again, only to be met with another punch to the face. You barely managed to stay upright, only half aware of not only the crowd forming but the boy shoving his way to the front.
“Stop pretending to be one of us.” Rafe spit.
You didn’t respond, lunging at him in your determination to win the fight. Pushing him to the ground, you got one good hit in before he shoved you off of him, now hovering above you.
Before he could do any damage, he was thrown to the side, landing hard against the dirt. You could hear yelling, but you weren’t sure where the noise was actually coming from.
Someone dragged you off the ground, walking you away from the crowd with a firm grip on your arm. You tripped over your own feet before you could gather yourself, struggling to keep up with whoever was dragging you along.
Who was dragging you along?
You blinked, getting a good look at your savior.
JJ Maybank.
When you realized who he was, you tried to shake his hand off your arm, pulling away from him.
“I don’t need your help,” You muttered, turning to walk away once you managed to rip your arm out of his grip, only half sure of what direction you were heading in.
“Y/N, stop.” His was was more gentle than the last time you heard it, and it was almost enough to break you. When he put a hand on your shoulder, you shook it off.
“Get off of me,” The hurt from your fight was still burning in your chest. You took two steps away before the heels you were wearing caught you off balance, almost falling to the ground.
What a sight you must’ve been.
“Hey, I’m the medical expert here, let me help you.” You frowned at his statement, noticing the injuries on his own face. When you stopped, JJ wrapped an arm around you, soft enough that you could pull away if you really wanted to.
You didn’t.
Silently, he pulled you into the building, guiding you through the bathroom and into a locker room, carefully setting you down against the wall. The second you were out of his hands, he jumped up, checking every cabinet and drawer he could find, even running off into the bathroom to search for something, cursing under his breath at every empty drawer.
“Aha!” You heard from the next room, watching him run back in with a first aid kit in one hand and a wet rag in the other. “Here we are.”
He sat himself down in front of you, eyes softening at the injuries you sustained.
“This’ll sting.” He said, dabbing your face with the rag to clean off the blood.
You flinched, hissing when the water made contact with the cuts on your face. JJ apologized quietly, moving as gently as he could.
“So,” JJ started, carefully picking up your hand and cleaning the blood off your knuckles. “Why’d you do it?”
You shrugged, gaze falling down to watch JJ’s work on your hand. “He was being an asshole.”
“When is he not?” He laughed.
You hadn’t heard him laugh in a while. You didn’t realize how much you missed it.
“But seriously, you were always the one getting me out of fights, what did he say to make you throw the first punch?”
When you didn’t respond right away, JJ ran a thumb over your hand, coaxing you into speaking.
“Nothing that was true.” You really didn’t want to tell JJ what he’d said, half afraid he would internalize it and hate himself for it when he was alone at night.
“C’mon,” He set the rag down, opening the first aid kit, and grabbing neosporin, dabbing it on his finger and rubbing it over the cut that was on your cheekbone. “You can tell me.”
Taking a deep breath, you meet his eyes. “He was just saying some shit about you ending up like your dad. Like I said, nothing true.”
JJ stilled, hand still resting on your cheek.
“You got into a fight with Rafe Cameron over me?”
You were surprised at how soft his voice was, a frown beginning to appear on his face.
“Of course I did. Just because you hate me doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you.”
JJ swore he felt his heart break into pieces.
“Y/N…”
“Hey, I don’t wanna hear it, okay?” You cut him off, pushing yourself to your feet now that he was done cleaning you up. “I appreciate your help, but I don’t need your pity. You said it yourself, I’m not a pogue.”
You’d barely made it to the doorway before JJ’s hand caught your wrist. It was impossibly gentle, in a way someone like Rafe Cameron would never understand.
Slowly, you turned back to face him, gaze stuck to the ground as you prepared for another fight.
What surprised you, though, was JJ pulling you into a tight hug. It took you a moment to relax, but when you did, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. You buried your face into his neck, letting a couple tears fall.
When he heard you sniffle, he pulled away, wiping the tears from your eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, cradling your face in his hands. “You’re absolutely one of us, you always will be. I wanted to reach out to you the second you left, I’m so sorry I never did. I should’ve said something.”
You didn’t say anything, letting your eyes flutter closed, basking in the feeling of being around JJ again.
“I think part of me was scared that you would actually be better off with the kooks. That after years of-” He stopped, his breath hitching.
You opened your eyes, giving him an expectant look.
“…That after years of loving you, you’d be better off without me.”
A beat passed.
“What?” You couldn’t stop the word from spilling from your lips.
He laughed nervously, his smile turning into more of a grimace. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
“You… loved me?”
“Hey, I never said it was past tense.” You could tell he was nervous as all hell, tenderly grabbing his hand.
“JJ?” Reluctantly, he looks at you. “You’re an idiot.”
He laughed, the tension in his shoulders dropping when he saw the way you smiled. “Yeah, probably.”
You pulled him into another hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you too, J.”
“Thank god, cause I was not ready to lose you again.” When he pulled away again, he nodded towards the wall you were previously stationed at. “Now sit back down, I still have to bandage your battle wounds.”
The smile on his face made you realize everything was gonna be okay again.
It felt like a new beginning.
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Tourniquet - Chapter Ten (Finale)
Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards
~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~
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At First Sight
There was a field behind the junkyard, a wide-open space not yet overtaken by rusted car skeletons and twisted metal. The grass grew high above her head, and in the spring, bluebells and tiny purple flowers bloomed, peppering the space with joyful color.
She first saw him there, peeking at her through the tall grass. He was taller than the weeds, so much taller than she was; older too, by a few years, it seemed. But he was beautiful and she knew it.
She’d seen beautiful people in her nearly eight years on earth- her mother who had just died, and her younger sister who went with her. She’d seen mountains covered in autumn mist; country roads slicked with rain. She’d felt the sun in the desert; tracked a rainbow across the sky. There were so many pretty things in the world that she was just learning to appreciate, but she’d never seen something like him before.
She’d never seen green eyes that glowed golden in the sunlight, cheeks sparkled with freckles, hair a soft brown somewhere between straw and bark.
When he spoke, her cheeks heated up. When he grabbed her hand through the grass, her stomach flipped.
“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling her into a run through the brush.
“Y/N!” She laughed as he tugged her along, running so fast he nearly lifted her off her feet.
The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen.
He looked back over his shoulder, face haloed by the June sun.
“I’m Dean,” he said with a smile.
They ran to the edge of the property, stopping short of where they weren’t allowed to go. There was a stream that hugged the line, a shallow creek, not more than ankle deep and wide enough for Dean to straddle with his bowed legs. He put one foot on either side and reached for her hand.
“Come on, it’s fun.”
Y/N hesitated, watching from the left bank.
“Daddy says I’m not to go past the water,” she explained, looking back toward the house. They were far enough away that the rickety roof wasn’t visible, but she knew the woods, she’d grown up running through Bobby’s legs, hiding in the car graveyard, lying in the warm grass.
Dean craned his neck to look around her. He shrugged. “Don’t see your dad anywhere.” Again, he reached for her and smiled. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Nervously, she took his hand and Dean helped her down into the riverbed. She toed off her grass-stained white Keds and chewed her lip.
“You sure you won’t get me in no trouble?”
He laughed sweetly and lifted a finger to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die!” He placed an X on his thread-worn tee and she gave in.
Her toes skirted the water and Dean helped her step over it.
“You shouldn’t hope to die,” she warned. “The ghosts might hear and come get you.”
They hopped to the other side and perched on a big rock, just wide enough for two children to sit on together. Their shoulders bumped and Y/N’s stomach twisted up funny again.
“Ain’t no ghosts here,” he assured her. “My dad would know. He’s the best hunter there is.”
Y/N squinted up at him, unsure.
“Besides,” Dean went on, bending to pick up a pebble near his foot. “You think Bobby would let his place be haunted? Bobby knows everythin’ about everythin’. No way he’d let some nasty ghost bother us. You’re safe.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her fear. “You sure, Dean?”
He tossed the pebble into the stream and a ripple pulsed over the surface.
“I’m sure.” Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “I’ll protect you. I promise.”
She didn’t know why, but she believed him. There was something about him that seemed magical, like he was a superhero or something. She sighed against him and put her head on his shoulder.
They sat and watched the water for a while. Now and then a leaf would float by, or a few tadpoles would appear. It was quiet and peaceful and the wind was warm.
When the daylight began to fade, they left the stream behind and stepped into the grass again. He held her hand and swatted away the weeds, making a path for them.
“Are you stayin’ up in the house?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was boring being alone even though she found things to do, but with her dad off on a job, it had been just her and Uncle Bobby for a few weeks.
“Yeah. Just a few days. Gonna head to Kentucky next.”
“I’ve never been there.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s OK.”
The grass gave way to gravel and Dean let her hand go once they could see the house in the distance.
“Have you been here a while?” he asked, sneakers kicking up dust as he shuffled beside her, hands jammed into his pockets.
She exhaled sadly and nodded. “Yeah. My mom just…and… and Jackie, my sister. They…”
Dean paused and turned, looking down at her and leaning on a broken Oldsmobile. “Mine too,” he said softly. “I mean, my mom- she uh- well, it was a long time ago.” He kicked at a stone and it rolled a few feet away.
“I’m sorry.”
He smiled gently. “It gets better after a while, ya know..”
Tears prickled her eyes, her bottom lip trembled. “Does it really?”
Dean looked away, pretending to count the row of cars to their right. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”
An ache pulsed in her chest and she felt sorry for him, for both of them. She could see the tears in his eyes as surely as she felt her own, and she slipped her tiny hand in his, squeezing tight.
“We’ll be OK, Dean,” she said, trying her best to believe it. “You’ll see.”
Sniffling hard, he beat back the tears and took a breath.
“Hey, you smell that?”
Confused, she took a deep breath and her stomach growled loudly. “Burgers?”
He grinned. “Burgers!”
They ran through the junkyard, carefully maneuvering through the jagged steel and dodging each other as dusk settled over Sioux Falls.
She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was it. He was the thing that would keep her going, the friend she needed right then, get her through the pain and the confusion.
The boy with the green eyes.
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The Plan
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The Plan
"What was your plan?" Elsa snarled at Jack.
It was yet another bloody, sore, painful morning after a bad night, and they'd managed to find a lake. Or Ted had. He was really good at finding bodies of water where they could wash off the blood and dirt and sweat.
As he usually did, Jack had let her go first, gallantly turning his back even though she told him to just go around the bend, don't be a moron -
And she steadfastly didn't think about how annoying it was that he didn't even seem interested in trying to sneak a peek. She'd eviscerate him, of course, and he probably knew that. But he could at least look like it was a bit of a temptation.
Anyway, re-dressed in her spare jeans and tank top, she was now standing on the bank of the lake, yelling at him.
He didn't seem bothered by that either.
"I figured it would be fine," he said, splashing away the blood - not his - that smeared his chest and bicep. He was so skinny. It shouldn't shock her anymore how strong he was, both in the werewolf form and out of it, but it did.
"Fine," she growled. "You went on your own to rescue a couple of idiot teenage wannabe hunters who thought being aroace was enough defense against a siren's song." Like sirens didn't know how to sing about all-you-can-eat pasta bars and free college educations.
“You were rescuing the hunters. I was rescuing the siren.”
“On your own!”
"Ted was there," he pointed out.
"Ted isn't exactly subtle."
"Yeah. I was going to wing it." And he actually fluttered his hands as if to illustrate.
Fighting the urge to dunk him, she said, "Winging it is -"
He held his nose and ducked under the surface of the water before she could finish her sentence. Blood and dirt swirled up from his hair.
Seething, she waited for him to come up again. "Winging it is how you get dead, Jack Russell."
He shook his head hard, sending water flying in every direction. "We're not dead."
"Only because I got there in time!"
"Yeah! Thanks for that."
He beamed at her, and that was the last straw. She threw up her hands and stalked back to the fire.
Ted had two cheap thrift-store mugs sitting on a rock, smelling of shitty instant coffee. The French press had apparently gotten broken and they had not yet found one that was up to Ted's exacting standards. He handed her the mug with the teddy bear.
"Thanks," she grumbled, plopping onto a handy rock. "You get some water?"
His greenery looked fresher, less withered. He nodded.
"Does he have any sense of self-preservation?"
Not really, no.
Understanding Ted took some listening and some mental translating, but no worse than when she'd been learning Japanese or Urdu. Actually better, because the base of it was English, it was just garbled and slow. She was getting better at it.
She slurped coffee, grimaced, and dug in her pack for her precious stash of sugar, stashed in a rattling tin canister and wrapped heavily in plastic. She dropped two cubes into her coffee, stirred it with her finger, and tried again. Better.
She left the canister next to the other mug.
She drank more coffee, brooding. She shook her cup in the general direction of the lake. "One of these days, that stupid soft heart and stupid soft head of his are going to kill him," she said. "He didn't even have a plan."
Yes, he did.
"No, he didn't. He told me he was going to wing it. Wing it."
His plan was you.
She almost choked on coffee. "What? Say again?"
His plan was you, Ted repeated.
"He didn't even know I was in the country!" She paused. "Did he?"
Ted shrugged, as if to say, who knew how Jack Russell knew the things he knew.
"Well, that's ridiculous," she growled. "He can't depend on me to back him up when you can't. I don't even like him."
Clearly, Ted said, with an astonishing amount of sarcasm for an eight-foot swamp monster.
She swore under her breath, and thought about grabbing the sugar back. But she left it where it was.
FINIS
#Elsa Bloodstone#Jack Russell#wolfstone#mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name#NaNo stories#lord help but I love a grouchy lady#werewolf by night
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Saturday 3.. November 1832
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up at 7 ½ but so bilious could scarce see or stand and obliged to go to bed again one attempt at sickness but got nothing off my stomach - cousin came gently when first up - very fine morning and day F57° at 1 40 at which hour went downstairs - breakfast in the drawing room with my aunt before I had done Mr Musgrave, our vicar, and his curate Mr Jarrett called for ¼ hour - did not know I was here - inquired after Mrs Musgrave, and said I meant to call on her soon - the vicar begged I would dine with them at my own hour (6) but this I declined - sometime talking to them all in the little room while they were at dinner – delayed by a shower – at 2 ¾ off to H-x down the old bank – went to the bank – got 350 and then the balance against me = £14. some little conversation with Mr. Rawson – would empower them to pay the money (£100 a year) to Mrs. Ferguson or her assigns, and would empower them to receive the navigation dividends - then went to Mr Parker’s office - mentioned the circumstance of Collins’s selling off and got him to write letter in Miss Walker’s name threatening him with an auction if recompense was not immediately made for the straw sold off - some conversation about him about her lease of coal to Hinscliffe - Mr P- had had note from her this morning to say all was to be stopt till she was well enough to attend to it herself for Hinscliffe wants to buy more coal of her - H- wants a clause inserting to allow him to burn the shale§ on the land – i.e. to enable him to sell it for road making etc after burning it and making a great nuisance in the field - I must talk to her about this - thought I she will wait till she has consulted me on Monday morning - took shelter against the rain in a little confections shop opposite Lister the apothecary - returned up the old bank (rained all the way) and home at 4 10 - changed my things - wrote the following to Miss W- taking up very nearly 3 pages of ½ sheet - ‘Shibden Hall Saturday Evening 3 November 1832. I am not quite certain whether you wished me to keep Messrs. Parker and Adam’s letter to Collins, till Monday or not - you will seal it, fill up your direction, and, I hope, sent it by your servant or give it in charge to Washington to be delivered as soon as possible - you had best explain the thing to Washington as soon as you can, inquiring if he knows of anything more than off the premises then the straw we saw on Thursday, and adding that, as Collins has so clearly given you to understand it is his intention to get all he can out of the land, you have made up your mind to avail yourself of all the protection the law affords - the letter originally written in the name of, and signed by Mr Parker only (and to which I on that account objected) is merely sent you as a copy of the other - the seal ought to have been better cut - I am glad of this opportunity of returning it - I am very anxious to hear you are better than when I left you - a verbal answer will be quite enough to tell me this - affectionately yours AL. Thank you very much for the boots, etc on Friday, yesterday I mean, but it requires calculations to convince me that the time is yet so recent’ - this note to ‘Miss Walker Lightcliffe’ was enclosed with the letter and copy of ditto from Messrs. P- and A- and the whole sealed up in a small parcel with the seal that came on Friday with my boots from York had arrived at Lidgate and been sent here, on Friday afternoon by John when he went for my things - I had written on the paper which enfolded the seal ‘Friday 2 November 1832 Il reste un siècle de trois jours’ - John took the parcel at 6 50 - desired to inquire after Miss W- but no other answer required - dinner at 6 35 - afterwards wrote all but the 1st 3 lines of today till 7 ¾ - Mr Parker said he had seen Mr Jeremiah Rawson yesterday who called to inquire about the particulars of my coal-leases (Mr P- said he knew not much about them I always kept my own leases) and seemed so anxious to have my coal, that Mr P- always suspecting underground work had thought of coming up to put me on my guard if he had not seen me - wished me not to agree in too great a hurry - thanked him and said I was pretty well aware that caution on my part was necessary - a little before 9 note from Miss W- much obliged for mine - ‘I feel your kindness in this most sensibility but it is consistent with all your actions’ - she has had a letter from Miss Bentley who is to accompany Mr Ainsworth to Hartford (near Nortwhich Cheshire) the beginning of next week - will see Washington tomorrow and send the letter to Collins on Monday morning - begins with I cannot resist the temptation of writing a line or two for I so truly feel with you il reste un siècle de trois jours waste not one regret on the cutting of the seal it is more precious to me than you have an idea of words are powerless to express my thanks suffice that it is your gift ends with I have been better today because I have been employing myself for you but I am still very nervous I dare not add more gratefully and affectionately yours AW now is this or is it not like a person who is going to refuse me? what will be the end of it? does she or does she not know her own mind already? or will she really be undecided till the last moment? that she likes me is evident how well it is that I myself am more calm than she thinks with the blessing of heaven I can be satisfied and happy with either way went into the little room at 9 20 - no paper tonight having sent John to Lidgate - came upstairs at 10 20 – F55 ½° at 10 40 – tho’ I fancied it so fine this morning till I got up at 12 35 that there had been showers – rainy afternoon and evening
§ sleck or small coal
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Wasn’t Cat Noir great in that “Optigami” ep when he helped Ladybug with that sentimonster and-Oh no, wait, he didn’t really do much but destroy a miraculous. Well, how ‘bout that time he went through that “2 Person Plan” to stop Sentibubbler with Ladybug and-Oh no, wait, that was actually Rena Rouge (“Sentibubbler”). Uuuuuuh, well um, how ‘bout that time he was a part of Team Miraculous stoping Moolak with everyone el-Ah crap! He wasn’t there either! (“Ephemeral”) Yet, Ladybug still managed to defeat the villain! With so little he’s been around lately, does Cat really need to be involved at this point!? Let’s see:
*Kuro Neko-Look at that, two villains had showed up this ep and everyone, but Cat Noir was there. Odd, wasn’t the point of “Desperada” supposed to show that there should always be a Ladybug and Cat Noir to save the day and not just one or the other? Cuz they’re supposed to balance each other out! Guess that’s not the case anymore now that we have other miraculous holders with more useful powers. This doesn’t sit well with Adrien and at one point he didn’t even bother with showing up, but did so anyway cuz it’s his job.
When he tries to be of help with Ladybug getting the miraculouses back from their teammates, Ladybug says she’s already set up a routine on where to find them and retrieve their miraculouses and when Cat keeps holding Ladybug back to insist on helping, with her almost about to detransform, she yells at him to “F*ck off” and leaves. This was the last straw that broke the cats back. If Ladybug truly doesn’t need Cat Noir anymore then “for reals” he quits! Don! Don! Don! That’s right! No more Ladybug pics on his phone, no more cheese in his room and no more Kwami as a guide in life! He’s just plain old Adrien Agreste now (it’s just for dramatic effect, he’ll be back of course. It’s not the first time he’s quit something and come back *cough*NewYorkSpecialandGlaciator2*cough).
With no black cat holder to balance out her ladybug powers, Marinette is left without her most important partner and Plagg even calls her out for sidelining him a lot making him upset enough to quit since she barely took his feelings into account. This guardianship is really stressing out Marinette and now she has to think carefully on which new holder she should find. More importantly, this new black cat holder can’t know who she is and vice versa otherwise, it’s the end of the world (“Ephemeral”) and they can not be in love with her as it’ll be too much of a distraction and a possible repeat of Cats actions with quitting if the feelings aren’t mutual.
Plagg comes up with a plan and convinces Marinette that he should choose the new black cat holder and brings it to Adrien, but trains him into a third persona! That means new look, new name (like Alya did as Rena Furtive “Rocketear”) and new personality! As such, he has to be serious, direct, but still polite and no puns! Also, no lovey-doveyness with Ladybug!🚫❤️. Everyone, this is “Cat Walker”! (trumpeters sound). Not bad, his new look was alright and he stayed focused on the mission most of the time and treated Ladybug like a strictly platonic friend. She was even “impressed”😏. Oh yeah! The villain was this giant living kitty bank that you would see in souvenir shops and fun fact, the character was based on a little girl from a Make-A-Wish Foundation! Yeah! I remember seeing that long ago on Jeremyzags insta and was wondering when she’d show up! Interesting, she looked entirely different from her akumatized look! She was supposed look all purple/black and alien like with mind control powers, but in here, she was a cat!? Huh, concept art I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Oh well, Congrats kid!
Bomb #23, Adrien temporarily gets a new alias! Course he’d go back as Cat Noir since we’re all so used to him that way. Lesson here is, just cuz someone doesn’t need you all the time, doesn’t mean you’re not important. Just trust that your partner knows what they’re doing. I still wonder what would have happened had Cat Walker stuck around longer or even permanently! The thing is, Ladybug didn’t mean to exclude Cat, she just didn’t need him at the moment, couldn’t contact him cuz she doesn’t know who he is outside of the mask and thought she was giving Cat Noir a break with his superhero life not realizing that he actually likes being a superhero cuz unknown to her he has a neglectful home life and wants to get away and also cuz he’s in love with her. This was the third time that Marinette/Ladybug fell for the same guy! She was always in love with Adrien, she still loved him as Cat Noir when she found out (“Ephemeral”) and now, she did it again when he was not his “clown-ish” self as a “new guy”. Although, when you think about it, Plagg told Adrien to be more of his “Adrien” self when being Cat Walker (aka more “perfect”) and that’s what made Marinette/Ladybug fall for him once again. Which by the way, made her distracted during the mission instead of Cat Walker and she had to do everything by herself cuz of that! Oh the irony! That’s why Cat Noir came back. Sad to think she likes the “idea” of Adrien and not his true Cat Noir self, but remember folks! She’ll still end up loving both sides of him when the time comes and even Plagg pointed out he’s the best of both guys cuz that’s who he is:successful as Adrien and carefree as Cat Noir!😁. Did the writers forget that it’s important that a ladybug and black cat need to be together or else the bad guys would win and we’d be all doomed!? Now that we’ve seen a few times how Ladybug can defeat a villain without Cat Noir and just use other miraculous holders, it’s not so much a big issue anymore even though it was established to be a major priority! WTF!? What was the point of that when they were just gonna brush it off as nothing!? That’s bullsh*t! Also, Cat Noir had a point with wanting to get involved with retrieving the miraculouses from their team since he knows who most of ‘em are from past episodes and Ladybug should’ve had him do so, but since it was all in poor timing with her almost detransforming, she got frustrated and lashed out at him and with that, he got pissed off and just impulsively quit. Hopefully, in the future, Ladybug will clue Cat Noir in on retrieving miraculouses and he can not be so overdramatic too. Both are very flawed people that cause a lot of trouble for themselves all because Ladybugs working herself to death with being guardian and Cat Noirs crippling depression not to mention their complicated love square. God save these dumba** children!
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Daily Drabbles for 3/8/24 - 3/12/24
3/8/24
I was going through all the cupboards in the kitchen, looking for something… But for every cupboard I opened there were dozens more to look through. At the back there was a little door that led into the pantry. There were more cupboards in there so I went in, but when I tried to use the stool to reach the high shelves my feet kept slipping off. Dimly I was aware of my alarm going off somewhere. I needed to turn it off but I couldn't figure out how to get out of the pantry. I bolted upright in bed.
3/9/24
The first thing Tabby noticed when she walked into Marcus' house was how loud it was. Marcus had mentioned that he had younger siblings before, but there seemed to be a small army of children running around. There were video games being played in one room, TV being watched in another, and a small gaggle of girls giggling in the kitchen as they made… something. Cupcakes? Tabby only barely caught a glimpse of the kitchen as Marcus quickly ushered her through a door down to the basement. Where Marcus preferred to hang out, since he had to share his bedroom.
3/10/24
The house had been horribly neglected over the decades it had been abandoned. Not a finger had been lifted for its upkeep since Hugh's old friend had last locked the doors behind him, tragically never to return. Although plenty of fingers had been lifted against the house, it was far more than time and the elements that had left it in such a state of disrepair. It seemed that the local youths had greatly enjoyed vandalizing the old house on the hill. It was a shame really. It had once been a beautiful home. Hugh was determined to restore it.
3/11/24
Secca squeezed the lemon wedge over her water before dropping it in the glass. Across the table Guirs stared at her with a flat, unimpressed expression before shaking his head. Secca reached over to pluck the lemon wedge from Guirs' own glass of water. He offered no protest, even sliding his drink forward so she could reach it more easily. Secca gave his lemon the same treatment she had hers and then swirled her straw around in the ice water a few times before taking a sip. Cool, refreshing water with just a hint of tartness. Perfect. For Secca, anyway.
3/12/24
Snowmelt had flooded the little creek. Its banks had swollen to twice their usual size and the low wooden bridge was nearly washed out. The waters flowed clear and cold in a steady rush. Tiny green shoots had even popped up in the sodden ground. Large flocks of small birds all happily splashed in the mud and dead grass, digging up seeds and picking off the worms that had come rushing up from the thawing dirt to escape the floods. It wasn't quite spring yet, the rash of warmer days weren't guaranteed to last, but it was something like spring.
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Didnt you inform me that the cash was merely advanced through the Government and that the farmers would possess to return it after the water is supplied to them? When would you say to me that the farmers may only take a cut of our fruit and vegetables back into their areas at any sort of offered time because of the drought which was spreading, or that the people will definitely purchase it? The farmers right now have plenty more food, but the Government isn't ready to return their amount of money.
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𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 | 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | rafe cameron x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, mentions of coke cause yk it’s rafe, slight smut, ooc!rafe, vulgar language, mentions of sexual acts.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | the three times rafe was absolutely whipped for you, and the one time he finally realized it. based off of this request, idk if this is exactly what you wished for, but i hope you enjoy it, nonetheless - thank you for requesting <3
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | rafe has a praise kink, don’t try to argue with me on this.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.9k.
Y/N had always possessed over a very outspoken personality. Whatever she wished for, she got, whatever she thought of things, she made sure to share, whenever someone did something incredibly stupid, she called them out on it – and, with her having these characteristics and an opinion about everything, the entirety of the Outer Banks was lost for words when she and Rafe Cameron decided to date.
Both graced with loud mouths, strong wills and an even stronger need for control, the approximate amount of people who thought they’d work out was quickly reduced to zero. And yet, somehow, their dynamic worked and the relationship persevered. Having dated for seven months now, and yet to have their first big fight, Rafe and Y/N were currently beating the odds others had laid out for them.
The cause of it? Rafe’s willingness to submit to her. If you confronted him, he’d argue until he turned blue, denying everything – throwing out excuses such as “happy wife, happy life,” though no one around them ever bought those. And neither did Y/N, although, she liked to let the boy belief what he wanted to belief, but she knew.
She knew she was the one calling the shots, it was now up to Rafe to finally catch up to that truth. Now, sitting on Topper’s boat while fiercely keeping her gaze on the baby blue eyes of her boyfriend, all Y/N could think was that it may take a long while before Rafe came to the conclusion.
“I won’t get it,” he said sternly, trying his best to stand his ground. She caught the way his left leg was itching up and down, and smirked.
“Hm,” the girl hummed sadly, feigning a look of disappointment on her features. She tilted her head to the side. “Why not?”
“Because,” Rafe chuckled, the soft laughter full of disbelief as if she’d asked the stupidest question ever. He briefly pointed towards the shore, to the place where Sarah had forgotten the beer cooler. “The water’s cold as shit. I’m not going in there.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, and she could see the slight shimmering in his eyes as he started faltering. They’d decided on a day out on the water, with Topper picking each of them up as he went. After each grabbing a straw as to see who had to go get the cooler, Y/N and Rafe each pulled two of the shortest ones – technically, she lost, as she’d pulled the shortest one. Though, she felt like the battle wasn’t over quite yet.
“Please?” She asked, puffing her bottom lip out just the slightest bit. Unnoticeable to Topper and Sarah, yet very noticeable to Rafe. “You’d make me very happy if you did.”
A soft scoff escaped his lips as he turned away from her, looking out over the open waters as he shook his head. The second his eyes landed back on her, she knew she’d won and smiled as Rafe let out a heavy sigh.
“Fine,” he mumbled, eyes slightly lighting up as he saw the approving look on her face. “But you owe me.”
“Of course, baby,” she smiled and watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, expertly catching it as he threw it at her.
Rafe shot her one last look, mumbling something under his breath before he dove into the water and swam the four meters to shore. The short distance the main reason as to why someone needed to swim to get there, as Topper had to dock the boat again otherwise.
“I…can’t believe it,” Sarah laughed softly, shaking her head. The wind blew through her hair as she sat on the top of the boat, her elbows resting on the railing in front of her.
Topper stared in shock at Rafe who’d managed to make it to shore. “Teach me your ways,” he said, glancing at Y/N who laughed at both their comments.
Lifting on hand to block the sun from her face, the girl tilted her head to the side. “I don’t think you want to know my ways,” she said, her nose scrunching up in disgust at imagining Topper doing what she did.
Her boyfriend’s best friend scoffed, still slightly baffled at Rafe’s sudden change of attitude. “If it makes him do whatever I want, then, hell yeah, I do.” He chuckled, shooting Sarah a look to see whether she was smiling with him – she was.
“Trust me,” Y/N said. “You don’t.”
The next gesture she made had both Topper and Sarah groan in disgust, and she laughed, shaking her head as she watched her boyfriend making his way back to them.
Y/N Y/L/N knew what she was getting herself into when she started dating Rafe Cameron. It was no secret that the boy harbored an intense hatred for the lesser fortunate around the OBX, though, she liked to think his fights with the pogues had lessened since they started dating.
As she’d told him she didn’t like whenever he fought with them over nothing, it made her disappointed in him, made her feel like he didn’t do the right thing – he so desperately wanted for her to see him as good, to see his behavior as good. If only to get those sweet words from her at the end of the day.
So now, with JJ Maybank standing in front of him, getting dangerously close to his face as if to intimidate him into a retreat, he felt himself getting closer and closer to losing her words of praise for tonight.
“What, you got nothing to say now, do you, Rafe?” JJ called out.
The blond pushed harshly onto his chest to have him stumble backwards. He did so, and let out an angry sigh before he went to take a step forward, ready to pummel the blond into the ground, to make him bleed, to never have him speak to him like that again, to–
“Rafe.”
The soft tone of her voice and the small hand curling around his bicep were the only two things stopping him from beating the surfer in front of him to the ground. Rafe breathed out, and turned his head to the side to lock eyes with Y/N. He kept his stare on her, waiting for her to say something.
“It’s not worth it,” she commented, carefully pulling him backwards to separate him from JJ, who’d been looking at the two as if Rafe had suddenly grown a second head. “Let’s go, okay?” She smiled softly, grabbing the back of his hand to caress it softly with his thumb. “You’re better than this. I know you are.”
Rafe threw a couple of quick nods her way, seemingly forgotten JJ was there to begin. “You do?”
His girlfriend nodded, her hand still in his. “I do.”
The two words seemed to be enough to satisfy him, and Rafe nodded again, throwing JJ a final glare before he turned around. His hand tightened in her hold, making sure she was there with him. He glanced at her, to see if she was smiling, if she was happy with him, with how he decided to handle it in the end.
The girl seemed to have felt his eyes on her, and leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “See, I knew you could do it,” a couple of goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck. “I’m so proud of you.”
Rafe would be lying if he said the words didn’t make his heart flutter.
The only possible downside to dating Rafe Cameron was that the boy had been so deprived of intimacy in his youth, that he craved for it now – and not just once a day, no, every single minute of every single day, Rafe wanted, no, needed to have her attention on him.
Now, normally, she would have relished in it, though, studying for your final exams became increasingly difficult with a 6ft2 boy clinging to your side. Sitting inside her school’s library, Y/N tried her absolute best to get the algebra rules into her head, despite Rafe’s hand resting on her thigh and with his lips nipping at her neck every now and then.
She loved having him there, clinging to her as if he were a baby koala. A soft look in his eyes as he placed kisses alongside her collarbone, humming at the notes written down in her notebook – but, as much as she loved it, and him, there was absolutely no chance she’d complete any work with him holding onto her like that.
“Baby,” she mumbled absentmindedly, her eyes on the notebook as she crossed out a certain flaw within her equation.
Rafe halted his touches, humming as he rested his head on her shoulder. “Yeah?” He spoke quietly, remembering the time she’d told him off about speaking too loudly in the library.
“I really have to finish practicing these questions, and you’re quite distracting.” She mused, turning her head to the side to give him a small smirk, one he all too eagerly returned. “Save some for tonight, okay?”
Her boyfriend let out a soft hum, and she believed that was that. His hands stayed on her, though he’d paused his kisses down her neck – for a whole lot of two minutes, until he started again.
Once again distracted, and now slightly annoyed, Y/N softly pushed his face away from the crook of his neck. “Babe, I really have to finish this,” she told him again. He didn’t listen, and continued his touches, smirking softly against her skin as he went. She withheld a chuckle in disbelief at his boldness, her tongue hitting the roof of her mouth as she processed his actions.
“Rafe.”
The sternness of her voice made him freeze, and she could feel his lips hovering over her skin. His soft breaths fell onto her neck, causing an array of goosebumps to appear on it. The Cameron boy stayed like that for a few seconds, frozen, afraid he’d upset her if he moved too quickly.
Eventually, he cleared his throat. “Uh….yeah?”
Y/N carefully grabbed his face, her hand placed underneath his chin as she made him look her in the eye. “I told you to stop,” She made sure he knew, which he did, judging off of the guilty nod he gave her. “I need to finish this, okay?”
Rafe nodded, eyes glancing between hers and the notebook on the table. “Yeah, yeah, of course, I’m sorry.”
He took his hands off of her, smiling softly as he started entertaining himself with one of the books he found laying across the table – one about astrophysics, whatever the hell that meant.
From the corner of her eye, Y/N could see him flipping through the various amounts of pages. The somewhat dent in his previously cheerful demeanor made her heart feel the slightest bit heavier and thus she slowly reached for one of his hands, shooting the boy a small smile as she let her small hand wrap around his.
Her thumb rubbed a familiar pattern across the top of his hand, and she could see him throw her a happy smile as his cheerful demeanor found its way back to him.
It eventually took Rafe Cameron precisely ten months, eight days and twelve hours to realize the one thing everybody already knew. He’d been seated on someone’s balcony at whatever party some Kooks had decided to throw today, a bunch of the white powder laid out on the coffee table in front of him as he tried adjusting it into a neat line with his license.
The loud chatter from the people around him spurred him on in the moment, exchanging a grin with both Topper and Kelce as he was about to go in for the line. Just as he was to come in contact with the cocaine, his eyes fell on the girl standing across the room from him.
Her eyes filled with warning, and a slight hint of disappointment. A barely noticeable shake of the head was thrown his way, and if Rafe hadn’t been so used to her subtle off-tellings by now, he would’ve missed it.
Slowly, but surely, his arms lowered back to his side until he eventually sat up straight again. He shook his head at his friends. “Actually, I’m, uh, gonna skip out on this one.” He said, eyes quickly glancing at Y/N, who gave him a proud smile – he felt his heart swell at the sight.
“What?” Kelce groaned, slapping his shoulder with a bit too much force, curtesy of the alcohol the boy had consumed tonight. “Come on, man!”
Rafe shrugged his hand off, withholding the urge to rub the, now sore, spot. “I’m not feeling it tonight, okay?” He defended himself, though, he couldn’t resist taking another look at Y/N’s smile.
Topper caught his line of sight, a loud groan of annoyance escaping his lips as his eyes fell on Rafe’s girlfriend. “Oh, c’mon, man, really?” He called him out, shaking his head. “I mean, I knew you were whipped, but this whipped?”
The Cameron boy scoffed. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You submit to her every time, man,” Kelce complained with a soft shake of his head. “She says jump, and you’re over here, asking how high.”
Rafe rolled his eyes at the, what he thought was, ridiculousness his friends were raving on about and shook his head. “Whatever man, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sick and tired of his friends, he got up from the loveseat he’d previously claimed all for himself and walked towards the girl across the room. A small, lopsided grin fell across his lips as he looped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tightly against his chest.
“Hi,” he whispered, making it so only she could hear.
“Hey,” she responded, looking him up and down and smiling as he softly rubbed his nose against hers with just the slightest gap between them. “I saw what you did there.” She whispered softly against his lips.
Rafe hummed, nudging his nose with hers again. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” she mumbled back, a shimmer of happiness in her eyes as she pulled back from him. “Must have taken some strength, I’m proud of you for resisting.”
He smiled, biting his lip in excitement at the words that tumbled past her lips. His hand finding hers, he glanced between the ground and her eyes. “You are?”
“Of course,” Y/N responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She sighed calmly and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, lovingly playing with his hair as she did so. “’s very good of you,” she mumbled against his lips, capturing them in a deep kiss shortly after.
One of Rafe’s arms found their way around her waist, while the other one inched lower and lower, their journey only being halted by the subtle tug of his hair that snapped him out of his doings.
“Always….” She breathed out against his mouth, their foreheads together. “….always so good for me.” Y/N finished, briefly looking into his eyes to admire the impact the soft-spoken words had on him – and, for the first time, Rafe properly realized just how much the words affected him.
With her mouth now slowly trailing along his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as she went, sucking on the edge of his earlobe while the soft words of praise kept coming his way – he felt himself taking a shaky breath, trying his best to keep his composure as she continued her work on his neck.
Eventually, the girl pulled back, giving him a look that made him lose all his wits as she started dragging him upstairs – it was then, that Rafe finally registered just how long he’d been submitting to her, in more ways than one. His friends had been right, after all.
Though, with the way she was looking at him at the moment, and with the way she’d treated him previously, he really couldn’t find it in him to care.
As long as she kept holding him whenever his father went off on him, kept wiping his tears as she comforted him, telling him that it was alright, that she was proud of him, that he was twice the man his dad will ever be, that she believed in him and that everything would be okay – he didn’t care.
As long as she continued holding onto his shoulders as she rode him into the mattress, cooing at him softly whenever she managed to pull a desperate whimper out of him. Softly whispering words into his ear as she did, telling him how well he was doing, how good he was being, how much she loved him like that. As long as she held him in her arms after having him on the edge for so long it had started to hurt, telling him how perfect he was for her that night – he didn’t care.
Y/N closed the door of the random bedroom they found just as quickly as she opened it, snapping him out of his thoughts. And, as she harshly pushed Rafe onto the bed, slowly walking towards him with a slight smirk on her face – he couldn’t help but think how lucky he actually was.
No, Rafe decided, he didn’t mind submitting to her one bit.
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Terrible, Rotten, Very Good Day
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1334
Warnings: language, a bad no good very rotten day, charismatic and flirty Bucky
Request: @awesomerextyphoon asked, “Could I have a Bucky with 7, 14, 15? Thank you so much!! ❤❤❤”
Anon asked, “Can you do 15 with Bucky please? If you have time, no pressure.”
Anon asked, “15 with Bucky?”
A/N: Oh this one got away from me real fast. This was a partial fill on a request from 3 anon’s all wanting #15 in the list and the one made by @awesomerextyphoon. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to fill the whole ask, the other two made the angst well up inside of me lol I will hold them for another fill though and keep them on my list of possible to include. Thank you everyone who’s been sending in requests from the prompt list I appreciate it so much you don't even know! ❤
Today. Was. A. Disaster.
First you broke a heel leaving a department store, as if that isn't embarrassing enough, the only shoes they had you could afford and in your size were sneakers that did NOT match your sundress in the slightest and were quite possibly the ugliest things you’d ever seen.
After the embarrassment and disappointment at the department store you made your way to your favorite café. Ordering a specialty coffee and delicious Danish that would hopefully brighten your spirits. Until your card was declined for fraud.
That left you with a measly six bucks in crumpled bills and loose change to pay for your Iced Americano, which you took to go after embarrassing yourself further and bid a reluctant farewell to the delicious Danish.
Now with a frustrated growl and cursing under your breath you hung up with your bank who notified you that it would be at least two to four weeks before a new card could be issued. Oh and your old one, was now useless. With a frustrated sigh you clutched your cellphone in your hand, looking up at the sky and just wanting to scream.
Dropping your phone into your purse you took a few deep breaths, trying your best to center yourself and find something good about everything that happened. But you were coming up empty. With a grumble you sipped your chilled coffee through the paper straw. At least you were able to get coffee.
Salvage the day.
That’s all you had to do.
So breathing a sigh you decided a detour through the park might just be what you needed. Maybe a walk along the water would cheer you up and seeing a whale or two wouldn’t be half bad either.
But those hopes were dashed on the rocks as your casual walk into the park came to an abrupt halt.
While looking up at the trees swaying in the breeze you weren’t watching where you were going and crashed into someone. Crushing the plastic cup between the two of you and spilling your iced coffee down the front of your sundress with a startled gasp.
The iced liquid repelled by the man’s leather jacket, barely splashing onto his jeans as the contents of your shopping bags and purse spilled over the sidewalk, “Fuck! Shit, I mean I’m sorry.” The surprised apology flowing out of his mouth as he crouched down, helping to pick up the contents of your purse.
You couldn’t stop it, the tears welled in your eyes as a soft blubber spilled past your lips. The man looked up at you, his expression surprised and mouth open slightly, but your hand went up as watery words spilled from your mouth, “It’s okay. It's fine. I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’ve had a bad day. This is really just the last straw. I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to cry.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothed, one hand covering your own. “It’s alright. It’s just coffee. I’m sure that I’m not the first guy that’s had coffee dumped on him because he wasn’t looking where he was going. Least this was cold right?”
A choked laugh rushed past your lips and your hands wiped away the tears. Hands at your elbows he guided you to stand as you sniffled slightly, he leant down to look you in the eyes and your breath caught. He was handsome, with a lopsided smile and stunning blue eyes that crinkled at the edge when he smiled.
“What’s your name?”
An embarrassed flush went through you as you tried to gather what little courage you possessed and meet his gaze. Mumbling your name, you swiped at the few tears from the corners of your eyes.
“Y/N,” he repeats. “Can I buy you another cup of coffee?”
“Y-You don’t have to, really.”
“No, no. I insist,” he asserted, gesturing to the coffee house across the street. He waits until you nod your head in agreement and begin walking towards the exit before falling into stride beside you, “I’m Bucky, by the way.”
“Bucky,” you breathe, the faintest of smiles pulling at your lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Hours later you’re both sitting on a bench in the park near the water's edge, a light breeze brushing past you and ruffling your dress as you listen with rapt attention to Bucky as he finishes a story. He’s telling you all about the prank war between him and his friend Sam and it has you positively in stitches.
Gasping when he tells you all about how Sam unscrewed the caps on his condiment bottles resulting in a mess every time he used them. Then his revenge on Sam by installing multiple smoke detectors in his house while the man was out, leaving three with chirping batteries.
Your cheeks hurt with how much you're grinning as he wraps up with the latest prank from Sam, “And then I go to the fridge for my morning breakfast right? Eggs over easy and toast but I go to crack my egg and it’s hard boiled. Which I don't think much of because it’s early. Maybe I just grabbed from the wrong side of the carton, but then I go to crack another and it’s the same way.”
“Oh no,” you laugh, smothering your mirth with a hand.
“Oh yes, he’s hard boiled all of my eggs in the fridge!” Bucky’s outrage shows on both his face and gestures as he dove deep into telling the story. “You just don't fool with a man’s breakfast, Y/N. I think next time I visit him I’m super gluing all the lids in his house. The man likes pickles, we’ll find out how much.”
You laugh loud, tapping his shoulder a little, “Bucky, that's so mean.”
“Yeah well,” he trailed off, scratching at his beard a little before leaning back on the bench again beside you. “Sometimes Sam deserves it.”
The two of you lapse into silence, watching the water of the Hudson ripple and shine in the setting sun. “Bucky, I want to thank you,” you professed, letting out an almost dreamy sigh. “Things have been… rough. But today, today is the first time I can actually remember laughing so much. So thank you for making me smile, Bucky.”
“Even though I spilled your coffee and made you cry,” he asked, arching an eyebrow at you, his arm slung over the back of the bench.
A breathy laugh escaped you as you playfully rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I guess I can over look that.”
“Well, I’m glad I could make you smile, doll. I don't know if you knew this,” he said, glancing around conspicuously before leaning in a little closer. “But, you’re very pretty when you do.”
There was no hiding the shy smile you had now or the flush of embarrassment coursing through you that had you hiding your face in your hands, “Don’t say stuff like that!”
“What it’s true.”
“That was cheesy, even for you.”
“Hey, you’ve just met me,” he exclaimed, head tilting back slightly. “I’m full of cheesy one-liners.”
Your heart fluttered at the look he was giving you, “Oh I’m sure you are.” Bucky let your comment fade into semi awkward quiet, his hands rubbing at his thighs almost anxiously. “I know you said earlier that you don’t do this sort of thing often. But in case you were wondering. This is the part where you ask to see me again sometime, maybe throw out another one of those cheesy one-liners and I laugh again and maybe say yes.”
Pursing his lips Bucky nodded at you, “Ah, got it.” He paused heavily, tongue wetting his bottom lip briefly, “So, can I see you again sometime?”
A giggle bubbled up from inside of you, erupting up into full blown laughter as you braced your hand on top of Bucky’s thigh.
“Is that a yes,” he pressed, leaning forward with you and grinning from ear to ear at your boisterous laughter.
“Yes Bucky, it’s a yes.”
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can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk
places i used to go
warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage
tags: sapnap x gn!reader
words: 2191
A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd
inbox/requests: open
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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.
“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.
“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.
“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.
“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”
You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.
You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.
“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”
“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.
“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.
The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.
“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.
“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.
“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.
“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.
“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.
“Are you—?”
“What?” You reply right back.
“Nothing.”
Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.
“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.
“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”
You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.
“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.
“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.
The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.
“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.
“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”
“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”
“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.
Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.
Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.
“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.
“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.
You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.
“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.
“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.
“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.
The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.
“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.
You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.
“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”
You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”
He just smirks.
“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”
“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”
He just shrugs and continues down the side street.
“Is this the park you were talking about?”
He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.
“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.
“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”
“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”
It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.
“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.
“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.
You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.
“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.
“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.
You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.
“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.
You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.
You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.
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The four times the Pogues tried to pair you up with JJ + the time they realized you were already dating | JJ MAYBANK
Request: Hi! I love the whole 5+1 trope so I wanted to request one with “Five times the Pogues tried to pair the y/n with JJ and the one time they realized the pair was already dating.”❤️❤️
I LOVED this idea. I changed it to 4+1.
Warnings: FLUFF. Swearing (always), mentions of sex. The end might be not as good as the rest, wrote it when I was feeling a little down but I promised to upload today. Enjoy it.
Word Count: 2030
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"Please," You begged, hands squeezing the muscular arm of the boy that was sitting next to you. "Just a little sip, JJ." You pouted. The envy spread through your body as you glimpsed at his pink milkshake, deliciously going up the straw until it reached his lips. You swallowed, mouth-watering. "Please, I'm going to die, JJ."
The blond boy rolled his eyes, reminding you that you didn't want to order anything. He continued happily sipping his milkshake, eyes fluttering close. Those milkshakes should be a sin. They tasted so good, and their coldness could fight against the heat of the summer of the Outer Banks. "Stop looking at me." He groaned. "I'm trying to have a moment with my baby." Of course, he was talking about his so-loved milkshake. His words made the other pogues chuckle while they continued to eat their food.
"JJ," You whimpered. His head snapped towards you, giving you attention for the first time since the waitress delivered the milkshake. "Just a tiny sip."
Nobody could ignore your puppy eyes. Therefore, JJ groaned, moving his glass so you could get a sip. You decided to take your time, admiring the metal straw, which was a project that Kiara decided to start in the Outer Banks. JJ nudged you, impatient to put his lips back on the straw. Finally, you savoured the milkshake, understanding JJ's heart eyes towards it. However, you couldn't stop taking sips, which made him groan while trying to take the straw from between your lips, putting his mouth closer to the metal straw AND your mouth.
The others watched the both of you with silly smiles on their faces. Sarah coughed. "So Y/N," You stopped playfully fighting with the boy sitting next to you to peer at your friend. "Have you thought about what I told you?" A couple of days ago, she started talking about the most handsome boys in OBX, and you weren't interested. Most of them were proud Kooks who would look at you as an inferior individual for not having as much money as them. "I mean," She fakely laughed. "If by the age of 25 you both are single you should date." She was straightforward, making JJ glance at her. She was hoping that both of you would end up being a couple because she had never seen two people having such a strong connection.
What Sarah Cameron and the others didn't know it's that under the table, JJ's right hand rested firmly on your thigh. Fingers caressing the inside, making you shiver.
The day had been awful. You liked your job because it provided you with much necessary money. But you didn't like how some costumers treated you.
Working at The Wreck was amazing, Kiara was there to help you with anything, and you loved her dad. However, when Kooks decided to come inside and order something, there would be nasty comments thrown at you.
Teenager boys labelled your body and beauty as if you were an object, which made you uncomfortable, and as much as you tried to keep calm, you couldn't promise not killing someone. Teenager girls judged your clothes, friends and of course, money. It was awful.
However, today was even more dreadful. Rafe Cameron and his friends had decided to step on The Wreck, which was unusual and meant they were seeking for trouble. As soon as your work clothes ended up being stained by someone's food, you knew the day would be worst as hours went by.
The Cameron boy concluded that it would be a great show if he stretched his leg, making you trip, falling face down on the tray full of food that you were carrying to table number 5. You wanted to cry.
In the other part of the Outer Banks, John B removed dirty clothes from his floor. "I'm so glad you are finally cleaning your room." Sarah leaned on the door, admiring her boyfriend. "It's a fucking mess in here."
"I'm not cleaning," He groaned. "I can't find the keys to the van." He found some dirty underwear, throwing it to the corner of the room.
"JJ took them," She jumped over the filthy clothes laying on the floor. "Don't you remember? Today it's Wednesday. Y/N works until late."
"Oh, true." Every Wednesday and Friday you stayed at work until late. Since you started, the blond boy had decided that he would drive you back home every night, not wanting you to walk on your own. Everyone was surprised by JJ's commitment to driving you every night you worked late. "We need to get them together. They are perfect. They care for each other so much."
"They truly look amazing together. Couple goals." She grinned when John B replied that they were also couple goals.
What John B and the other didn't know it's that as soon as you were inside the car, JJ hugged you tightly, your head resting on his chest while his lips hovered over your forehead. He offered words of comfort, fists clenched thinking of what Rafe had done.
Pope Heyward was sitting on his surfboard, enjoying the smooth flow of the waves, rocking him gently. He examined two of his friends while they were playfully fighting with the water.
You had decided to push JJ out of his board. As soon as he came from under the water, he told John B to take care of his surfboard as he had to drown you for doing that to him. You shrieked, trying to hide behind the girls, but the water slowed you down, and the blond boy was more agile. Everyone paid close attention, goofy smiles decorating their faces as they saw both of you trying to immerse each other.
"Oh my gosh," You turned around, glancing up at JJ. He had the biggest smirk on his face. Your hands were covering your chest, trying to process what he had just done. "Did you just take my top off?" He continued smirking, his right hand coming out of the water, showing the top part of your bikini. "JJ, I'm going to kill you!" You tried to grab the piece of clothing from his hand, your other hand covering your chest. However, he was taller than you, making it impossible.
Pope started making a gesture, telling the others to get out of the water so JJ and you could be on your own. John B was the one who tried to convince you to kick JJ out of his board, knowing that he would try to get revenge, which meant getting real close to you. It was their plan all along. And the next step to their plan was to leave you two alone inside the sea, hoping you guys would end up talking about your relationship.
What Pope Heyward and the others didn't know it's that that wasn't the first time JJ's fingers caressed your back until they arrived at their destination. Not the first time his hands explored every curve of your body. Furthermore, not the first time his fingers easily unclasped your bikini or bra.
Kiara thought that it was the perfect night for something to happen between both of you. You all were friends and cared about each other, but JJ was quite protective when it came to you.
The weight of the heavy rain provoked a powerful noise inside the Chateau, and the thunders seemed to get louder and louder. It was movie night, something you guys did every Saturday. Normally, you would cuddle with the girls while watching the chosen film, but not tonight.
When you came out of the bathroom, you were surprised to see that Kiara was cuddling Pope tightly. Next to them, Sarah rested on John B's chest. Your gaze examined both couples, confused. You always cuddled with the girls, especially in nights like these. You were terrified of loud noises, which affected your anxiety negatively.
The strident sound of thunder made you jump, not thinking twice before running towards JJ, who had an entire couch for himself. "What?" He asked when he saw you looking down at him with big eyes. Then, he noticed the position his friends were in and the fact that there was a huge thunderstorm outside. However, JJ didn't move, placing one of his arms under his head, inviting you to lay down on top of him. That wasn't something new neither, JJ and you cuddled all the time, which was another reason for why the pogues wanted to set you up.
To be honest, none of them paid attention to the film playing in the background. You were soundly asleep on JJ's chest, his right arm under his head while his left arm was secured around your waist. Fingers discretely caressing the patch of skin that was revealed.
What Kiara Carrera and the others didn't know it's that you were each other's safe place. There were night visits at each other houses, silently and lovingly holding each other at night, sometimes not so quietly.
You guys had planned to go to a formal party. At first, the boys didn't want to go, not being comfortable spending time around some stuck up Kooks. But Sarah and Kie had begged the boys, letting them know that their parents were making them go, and they didn't want to go on their own.
The surprise came when everyone was ready to go to the party, fancy dresses and suits. However, there was no sight of JJ. They found him on a hammock he had decided to set, being supported by two big trees. "JJ, dude," John B was the first one to talk, getting closer to his friend. Sarah couldn't hear the conversation as she had to move far from them, her phone ringing. "How aren't you ready for the party yet?"
"I'm not going." His eyes were closed, blond hair being moved by the gentle breeze of the night. "I don't like those Kooks." He gazed at Kie, reassuring her that he wasn't talking about her or Sarah. "I'm going to stay here. Have fun."
"But what about Y/N?" Pope asked, peering at the clock on his wrist. "Are you going to leave her at the party on her own?"
"No," Sarah interrupted, getting back to her friends. "It was Y/N," She showed her phone, being clutched with her fingers as her dress didn't have pockets, ugh. "She spent all morning puking. She isn't coming."
"Then no problem." JJ sighed happily, excited to enjoy a serene night under the moonlight while the breeze caressed his hair and body, stimulating goosebumps on his skin.
"Okay then," Kiara grabbed Pope's hand, interlocking her fingers with his. "There are burgers in the fridge. Let's go, we are going to be late."
Around one in the morning, they arrived at The Chateau, tiring faces and numb feet. The girls and Pope decided to spend the night there, not wanting to walk to their houses or moving at all.
JJ's bedroom was empty, which worried them as it was quite cold outside. "He probably fell asleep on the hammock. We should tell him to come inside." John B offered to go. Moreover, a couple of seconds have gone by when he came back, a big smile on his face. "They are keeping each other warm."
Everyone was confused, running outside to see what was going on, even though John B begged them to be quiet and give them privacy. They looked completely stupid hiding behind some trees, seeing you on top of JJ. Your hands were grabbing his face, kissing him passionately. Maybank's hands were on your waist, going dangerously down, wanting to feel you closer to him.
"You guys going to watch until then end?" They were shocked and embarrassed after being caught by JJ. "We can put a show for you." You giggled, letting your head fall on top of his chest. "Not the first time we do this," He winked. "We have experience."
"What the heck?!" Kiara stepped forward, grabbing her dress so she wouldn't stop on it. "How long has this been going for?"
"Around a year and a half."
"What?!"
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Wednesday 17 July 1839
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breakfast over at 11 10/.. very fine morning – out at 11 ½ M. de Hagemann with us – had waited a few minutes – very good humouredly went with us to the palace – 1 ½ hour there – much interesting large handsome palace unfurnished save the bed etc. the grand duke Alexander slept in the other day etc. etc. and an enormous deal (long, broad) dining table – large handsome lofty fine rooms but much too much white everywhere – the state ante-room with Thorswaldens’ [Thorvaldsen] admirable frize (the triumph of Alexander) the great lion of the palace -
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this throws back all the rest – the great salle de danse (Ritter salle, salle des chavaliers – knights’ hall) a magnificent Corinthian pillared porticoed room, and the frieze (satyrs and festive groups) by a pupil Thorswalden [Thorvaldsen] would be very beautiful anywhere but next to the master himself – the ante-room frieze reminds one of that of the Parthenon and the Elgin marbles in the British museum – what can say more? Thorswalden [Thorvaldsen] is to Copenhagen what Praxiteles was to Athens – he lives here well pleasantly lodged at the académie des Beaux Arts his rooms looking in the botanic garden – saw them and his atelier, and the garden too – more morsels (duplicates) of hid frieze, in his atelier – [conclait] passing a lion, excellence – taken from a model of life at Rome – a Venus (Thorswaldens’ [Thorvaldsen] Venus) charming – but a woman not a goddess – holds an apple in the right hand rather uplifted – the other hand hanging gracefully down – innocent – shewing no thought to hide charms she seems not to be conscious of – Grecian lovely face – forehead sufficiently high but rather small breadthways? – In his sitting room on his table was lying Dr. M. Bollmer mythologie, in German – Stuttgard [Stuttgart], 1836 – a volume of outline engraving and one thick (8vo.) one of text – Get this – some nice pictures in his room – Danish school – quiet in colouring – good – good also in the palace – pleased with this rising Danish school – an interesting chalk sketch of Thorswalden [Thorvaldsen] himself – a excellent bust of him in his atelier – his rather colossal mars and cupid? (in the atelier) good but not so interesting as his Venus –his knowledge of anatomy very considerable – his Xst his chef d’oeuvre? ½ hour sauntering in the botanic garden – here de H- would give nothing – said 4 marks enough to give the man at the atelier and no more necessary – said also 1 species enough at the palace – I suspect the laquais de place has his percentage? – then about 2 ½ left mine and A-‘s (Mrs. Lister – Mademoiselle Walker) card for Lady Wym and drove to the bank – not M. Frolich or a partner nobody – would be there between 3 and 4 – home at 2 ¾ - ordered the carriage to return at 3 ¾ - M. de H- to come for us after 4 (he left us to dine from 3 to 4) and go with us about till our dinner at 7 – then at 8, we go and drink tea with him and Frederic – had just written the whole of yesterday and so far of today now at 4 – thinking of going to the bank when Mr. Hagemann came – it ended in our not going – sent Gross to inquire for letters – none – Drove off Mr. de H- with us at 4 ½ to Amager in an hour alighted at the little pilot-town (pilots and fishermen) capital! of the little island walked round the little harbour – very prettily little inlet of the Baltic – picturesque several-streeted village or little town – beautiful sea views – pleased to have gone – in returning, about 10 minutes from the town, alighted to see one of the farmsteads – one story high – with occasional windows in the straw-thatched roof, to light the garret – probably used only for put-away things – the house part arranged in 2 suites of rooms – the front looking into the large square shed and cattle-house surrounded farmyard – and the back looking into the garden (street) or as may be on the outside of the building – neat good farmstead-horse stalls not more than 4ft.+ so little? wide – cows on the opposite side – Horses and cows back to back – the cows stalls still narrower than the horses and boarded with a square drain at the hindfeet – perhaps a foot wide and 6in. or more deep – chiefly wood – the charpente in squares about a yard square filled up with brick or plaster – home at 7 25/.. – M. de H- left us to dine – and he would bring his own carriage for us at 8 ½ - dinner at 7 ½ - had old Henneberg [Hennebert] up –
he says 1 Ecu Rix Suedois = ½ ecu Danois = 3 marks
1 # Ecu de Banque Suedois = 1 ½ Ecu rix Suedois
had best change our gold money here – shall get more for it than at Elsineur [Elsinore] [Helsingør] Henricus here very good money changer, and only let Mr. Hennebert know and he will see that we do not pay too much for our Swedish money – now came Mr. de H- and we drove off – he had seen Mr. Brown offered to bring him to call on me but B- had not time yet promised to drink tea with H- in about an hour – I asked to take a drive to shew A- the Longe Linne [line] – we did so, and thus just missed B- I not sorry – about ½ hours’ drive – charming evening – yet too late near 9 and after for many people to be walking there – came in to H-‘s to tea about 9 ¼ - tea and excellent strawberries – Mr. de H- and Frederick – the latter painfully shy – but on talking over Paris, and his schoolboy Sunday dinners with my aunt and me in Rue Godot, he became more at ease or less at malaise than I expected the evening passed really agreeably – Returned in M. de H-‘s carriage and home at 10 ½ - very fine day
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Go For Broke
Pairing → Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Characters → Brief mentions of Knives Out characters (maybe?)
Summary → A little bet has big consequences.
Word Count → 2.7k
Warnings → 18+, Swearing, Smut, Angst
Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.
Prompts → Bee's 7K of the Week Challenge; Monday - Ransom Drysdale, Tuesday - Smangst, Friday - Work Function, Saturday - The Dating Bet, (a blink of a praise kink for Sunday).
AFG2021 Square Fill→ "I said 'be sexy', not be a fucking blowfish" @anyfandomgoesbingo
A/N → As I mentioned above, this is for @negans-lucille-tblr writing challenge - congrats on 7k baby!! (I even kept it under 3k for you it wasn't going to be!) This is my first time writing for Ransom, and it doesn't have any connection to Knives Out, it's an AU.
As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated💕
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You carried two steaming mugs of coffee and nudged the ajar door open with your foot to Ransom’s office. He had leant back on the large leather chair and was taking in the views through the floor to ceiling windows.
He spun round in his chair and you were hit with the scent of his cologne, it had your stomach fluttering with butterflies. His legs parted wide, and the sight was something to behold; the thickness of his thighs and the way his large hand rubbed the top of one.
It was never going to happen between you two. He was Ransom Drysdale, a well-known playboy and skirt chaser. And you, you were his assistant.
He wasn’t the type of man you were after. You wanted someone permanent, someone, that wasn’t just a fuck buddy. But at least you got a little something for the spank bank every now and then.
“Like what you see?” You were caught red-handed by his crystal blue eyes and the lopsided smirk that you adored.
You brought the iPad in front of him to life, “This is your schedule for today. Harlan said that he’s rescheduled the board meeting with Walt to next week so we can relax a little bit. Said there was something to do with taking a risk or gamble?”
Ransom’s head snapped up, and his tongue darted out across his lip, a nervous tick that you’d long ago discovered. You felt a warmth bloom at your core and tried to hide the way your thighs nestled together to ease the growing heat.
Ransom scooted backwards in his chair and announced, “I need to get out of here.”
“You’ve just arrived, you can’t play hooky, you’re the boss.” You protested.
“That’s exactly why I can,” Ransom asserted and pulled his coat back on. “Let’s get lunch at that diner we went to last month. It’s quiet and nobody knows me there.”
You had become used to the whirlwind that Ransom brought with him the second he entered a room, but this was different. He seemed on edge rather than angry and you weren’t sure what had happened in the ten minutes you were away making a coffee.
“But I just made us coffee.” You pouted at him; he knew that you needed that delicious nectar.
“I’m buying lunch now get your coat,” Ransom demanded.
You rolled your eyes and did what you were told, much to your chagrin.
Ransom had driven like a mad man in his classic beamer to get you to Ruby’s Diner in record time. You scolded him once or twice when he just missed the red lights. But he didn’t seem to relax like he usually did when he entered.
All was forgiven when the waitress placed two steaming plates of burgers and milkshakes on the table. You were in heaven and thanked the waitress as you dunked a chip in the sauce.
“What is wrong with you today?” You asked.
“What are you talking about? I’m just being my usual self.” Ransom shook his head and threw the raggedy napkin across the table away from him.
You remained silent and continued to eat, allowing him to stew over whatever it was that was eating at him. It didn’t take you long to demolish your lunch, but Ransom still hadn’t touched his food. All he had done since you told him off was chew on his lip and glared at the sugar dispenser.
“Okay, seriously, you need to start talking.” You challenged.
He sighed and dragged a hand down his face, “Okay, but you can’t freak out.”
“What did you do?” Your eyes went wide as your mind ran wild with all the crazy things that he could possibly do in the last twenty-four hours.
Ransom looked up at you and laughed, “I can’t take you seriously right now.”
“What?” You frowned, feeling a mixture of confusion painted across your features.
His hand gripped your chin and his thumb swiped away at the sauce that you’d long forgotten. The heat on your cheeks grew tenfold and you coughed when he hadn’t removed his hand from your jaw.
“Ah yeah sorry. Sauce.” He stammered.
You smirked, you’d never seen him this worked up before, what had gotten into him, “So?”
“Okay, don’t fucking freak out on me but someone in the office wanted to make a bet with me. About you.”
You stared at him, all of your thoughts emptied out into the diner, “I’m sorry, what? I think you need to say a bit more than that.”
Ransom explained how one of your co-workers approached him and placed a bet that he wouldn’t be able to bed you before the corporate summer party.
“Who the fuck was it?” You growled; hands clenched on the edge of the seat.
“I’m not telling, I don’t want you to start a fight. You’re my favourite pers-assistant.” Ransom shook his head and began to nibble on the fries. His face screwed up at the realisation they were cold.
“Hold on. You agreed, didn’t you?” Your heart raced.
“I did. I have a reputation to uphold.” He smirked, “and was worth it, you should see your face right now.”
You scowled harder, “how much was the bet?”
“Ten thousand.” He shrugged.
“Fuckin’ hell Ransom, you’re cocksure, aren’t you?” You laughed at him, “why did you accept it?”
“That’s loose change to me.” Ransom shrugged and brought the replaced milkshake to his lips, tongue curling around the straw.
“Fine, I’ll do it. But I want half.” You explained, mirroring his action with your own milkshake.
Ransom choked on his drink and quickly rushed out his words, “you what?”
“We aren’t having sex, Ransom.” You rolled your eyes and placed the drink down, “If they ask, I’ll just say we did. It keeps your reputation intact. No harm, no foul.”
“They want proof.” He raises his eyebrow.
“Fuck sake, okay. Come over to mine tomorrow night and we’ll take some fake dirty pictures.” Without waiting for a response, you stepped out of the booth, “Now, I do have some work to do and funnily enough, so do you.”
“Anyone would think you were the boss.” Ransom playfully sulked and placed some money on the table.
“I might as well be.” You gestured towards the door, “Move it.”
The black baby doll was just perfect for this photo session. It was a little see-through, but your modesty was covered with the lace detailing skimming the tops of your thighs. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but you had to get this over with sooner or later. With one final look in the mirror, you steeled your nerves and opened the bathroom door and slowly walked to your bedroom.
“Hello,” You anxiously stuttered, “Where do you want me?”
Ransom’s eyes darkened at the sight of you, his large hands rubbing along his thick thighs, just the way you had admired yesterday. You internally berated yourself, this wasn’t sex. It was all fake. It was an easy win for you both - Ransom kept his reputation and you got a nice little pot of gold for a rainy day, or week.
“Just lay down on the bed and look sexy.” He commented, unhelpfully.
You nodded and shuffled around until you found a comfortable position, with your arms draped above you. It didn’t feel sexy, it felt awkward and uncomfortable. Why is this so hard? You took a deep breath and tried to relax your body and turned to face Ransom. He’d moved the left side of the bed, his phone in hand ready to take the shot.
“Ready?” Ransom asked, and you thought you saw a sparkle of sincerity in his eyes with his one worded question.
“Yes,” you said and gave him your best pout and ‘fuck me’ eyes.
“I said ‘be sexy’, not be a fucking blowfish.” Ransom snapped.
You bolted up from your position, kneeling on the edge of the bed to get back on his level but it was no use, the man was still towering over you, “I’m trying, I’m not exactly in the mood.”
Ransom raised his brow from above, and you hadn’t quite realised how close you were to him, his stomach mere inches from your chest. The lack of response grated on you, his face was irritating, and you were ready to shove the five grand up his ass.
“Actually, this could work.” Ransom pulled off his shirt and revealed the tight muscles. Your anger morphed into desire; you wanted to reach forward and touch him but kept your hands refrained at your sides. “Now, look up at me and bite your lip.”
“Perfect.” He smiled down at you and cupped your face. His thumb stroked the apple of your cheek and paired with his words; a shiver ran down your spine.
Instinctively, you bit down your lip and unbuckled his belt to the sound of the camera shutter. Hands traced Ransom’s abdomen and he sucked in a breath as you stroked a sensitive spot.
“Sorry,” you mumbled and looked up at him, “maybe we should have some photos where your face is in it too?”
Ransom didn’t need to be asked twice, he pulled down his chinos and exposed his thick muscular thighs. Your mouth watered and warmth bloomed in your tummy at the sight of the black Calvin Klein’s hugging his groin.
You rearranged your position to lie down amongst the sheets while Ransom crawled onto the bed to kneel between your legs. His hand cupped under your knee and hoisted one of them up to his hip.
“You might need to take this one,” he handed the phone to you.
Just as you went to take the photograph, Ransom’s other hand slid underneath the baby doll. It sent another wave of pleasure through your body. His smooth hands stooped just beneath your breast and it almost made you whimper. Almost.
With an attempt to gather your bearings, you decided to focus on his phone and snap a few pictures of this new position. But seeing those little images captured and whizz into the corner made you want more. There was no point denying it as you felt the tell-tale signs of your arousal between your legs. But did Ransom want it?
Ransom moved the sheer material up and lifted your leg higher, over his shoulder. Before you could ask what, he was doing, his body dipped down, his lips so close to pressing against your stomach. Oh god. Your body instantly betrayed you as your hand went straight into his messy short locks eliciting a deep groan from Ransom. His hot breath fanned across your skin, goosebumps raising in its flow.
You took some more pictures, feeling the wetness pooling in your panties, the heat growing and growing up your body. Ransom returned to kneeling and you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, and you finally got your answer. He did want it.
A mischievous smirk replaced the smile on your lips, “you’ll want to take these.”
You sat up and turned around so that you were kneeling in front of him and giving a great view of your behind. Ransom couldn’t restrain himself, his hands instantly gripped at your hips and pulling you back towards him. He growled and you whimpered as he rutted between your cheeks.
“Ransom, the photos?” You sang out and smirked into the pillow.
“Oh yeah, right.” Ransom spluttered and began to take the photographs from this new position then you heard the soft thud of the phone dropping onto the mattress, “hang on a minute.”
Gracefully, he spun you around and managed to get underneath you to seat you just above his hips. You were entranced by the dark lust-filled eyes that studied your body, following the hands that skimmed along your waist.
His touch sent sparks across the exposed skin of your chest, his fingers toying with the lace trim as they descended the plunging neckline and over your breasts. You rocked against his stomach, giving you just a little bit of pleasure from the friction at your core.
Ransom bolted upright, one arm wrapping around you while his other hand brought you closer until his mouth met yours. The kiss was heated, it pulled you deeper into the need for more, to have him deep inside of you. Ransom’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip, demanding access and you obliged without hesitation.
You’d only thought of him, like this, late at night and alone. It was nothing compared to your wildest fantasies to have him kissing you like this or to feel him hard beneath you. You squirmed to feel him better, but he broke the kiss.
“Sorry,” He panted.
Your stomach plummeted at the thought of him regretting what had barely started, “For what?”
“I shouldn’t have,” Ransom avoided eye contact and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more than you already had done, “we just got carried away.”
“Ransom, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will kick you out.” You raised your eyebrow in a challenge.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Chatter and laughter filled the gaps of the song blasting through the speakers set up around the roof terrace. The large projector screen reeled through photographs of colleagues, in and out of work, successes in the tabloids and social media. Pool water splashed over the edges with each dive-bomb or flirtatious swish between colleagues. You watched on behind the sunglasses and relished in the sunshine beating down. It was rare to have such perfect weather and you wanted to soak up as much of the rays as you could.
The moment you spotted Ransom talking to a few people over at the bar, you thought now would be the best time to approach him. It had been a few hours since you arrived, and you only last saw him the morning before, and a few weeks since that first night. You both wanted to take things slow, it wasn’t how you expected things to happen but neither of you regretted it.
The nearer you got to the bar, you suddenly felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. Side glances from the Marketing girls, a laugh, and a grimace from a few others. Then you saw Ransom rushing up to you but also looking behind.
Before he reached you, you spun around to the projector and saw a display of all the photos you and Ransom had taken that night. Your stomach dropped, nausea taking over until you were about to collapse on the floor.
Hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you on the spot. You looked at the terrified gaze of Ransom. His lips were moving but your ears buzzed with the hum of blood pumping through. Unable to process what had happened, you tried to escape. To get away from the people that were staring, gawking, at you. At you and Ransom on the screen and then down to the pair by the bar.
“Please talk to me,” Ransom pleaded, “I didn’t know that’s what she was going to do.”
“Did you sleep with her?” You asked, your mind reeling with how this could be a vendetta against Ransom, and you’re caught in the crossfire.
Ransom’s eyes widened, “Yeah, probably a year ago.”
“You fuckin’ idiot. Get out of my way.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.
“Can I come with you?” He asked face paled.
You scowled, “No. Move.”
Ransom followed you, weaving between the crowds of sniggers and laughter. You could hear him pleading, almost begging for you to stop but you refused. You needed to get out of there and he was making it more difficult.
You skimmed the edge of the pool and Ransom grabbed your bicep, attempting to stop and turn you around. Without a second thought, you spun and shoved him. He fell backwards into the pool with a great splash. It only made you feel good for a split second until he resurfaced.
“Consider this my notice, I quit.” You turned on your heel and left the party, your job and Ransom behind.
The End.
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Hello there, lovely duchess <3
I'd love to see what you come up with for prompt #8!
Take care! :)
-bee
summary: You and Bucky are FWB and you've been together for a while now but that's all about to change
warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing, gambling (don't do it kids), mentions of smut
a/n: yeah so this took an age and that's because my motivation went on vacation and i had to wrangle it back through customs
Prompts from this list
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You’d met the Avengers when Tony had finally had enough of your constant nagging and had agreed to let you meet the team he always spoke so much about - not to mention you wanted to see the people he couldn’t stop complaining about in the flesh - so he’d finally relented and introduced you to everyone as only Tony knew how. With a party.
You’d been so excited to meet everyone you hadn’t even minded when the dark brooding man at the bar had spilled your drink on your dress, he was too handsome for you to be mad and with the gleaming metal arm on his left side there was only one person he could be,
“It’s perfectly alright Sergeant Barnes, it’s just a drink” you’d given him your best smile and offered to buy him a drink instead but he’d refused and you hadn’t seen him the rest of the night. Much to your dismay, he’d been someone you’d been looking forward to meeting the most.
In Bucky’s mind anyway he wasn’t planning on getting too close to you, figuring that if you were Tony’s friend there was a high chance you were just another upper east side park avenue princess. A socialite who only cared about wealth and who she could be photographed next to in newspapers and he didn’t have time for that anymore. He was a different man now.
Then you were around more often, spending time at the compound with Natasha, getting lunch with Wanda, offering to bank roll the team since you had “more money than I know what to do with” and it didn’t seem fair for Tony to have to do everything when he had a family to support as well.
Slowly but surely you wormed your way into the team’s hearts and it got to the point where everyone was asking Bucky what his issue was with you, why did he not like you? Had he even spoken to you?
Bucky had brushed off every question, he’d just ignored the needling and the nagging until finally he couldn’t. He’d blown up at Peter who’s eyes had gone wide as the teenager stuttered out an apology. Bucky hated himself for it, even more so when everyone was walking on eggshells around him afterwards, even Steve and Sam who knew him best.
He’d gone out to clear his head and off all the gin joints in all the world you had to be in the one he chose. With your warm smile and offering to buy his drinks, telling the bar staff to put everything on your tab despite Bucky’s protests that he could buy his own drinks. You just rolled your eyes at him and moved to sit next to him instead.
It ended up with just the two of you in the bar that night, your cheeks rosy from the alcohol and your eyes glassy with tears of joy as you listened to his stories and laughed at his jokes. Maybe you weren’t as bad as Bucky originally thought but he still wasn’t planning on getting closer than he needed to, until you’d put your hand on his thigh when you settled the tab and offered to split a cab.
You’d both ended up tangled in your bedsheets, laughing and joking, gasping and moaning well into the night. It had been a while for both of you and this release was definitely needed, plus you’d ended up teaching Bucky a few things when the initial groping like horny teenagers had worn off.
You’d also introduced him to the term ‘friends with benefits’ which is where you found yourself currently. Of course you both went on dates separately but you found yourself cancelling plans more and more to spend time with Bucky instead. To be curled up on the couch watching a terrible movie which was usually forgotten about halfway through for other more entertaining activities that could be partaken in on a couch.
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Maybe it was silly of you to think you could resist having feelings for someone like Bucky, someone so kind, caring, funny and someone you felt so comfortable around but that’s exactly what happened. You’d woken up one morning with the smell of him cooking in your apartment kitchen with the radio playing something you didn’t really care about. You’d curled up in the blankets on the bed and revelled in the domesticity of the whole situation and it had struck you. You really cared for this man and not just as a random hook up.
The only problem was, did Bucky feel the same? Everyone else seemed to think so, when you’d spoken to Steve and Sam and Natasha and Wanda and even Scott they’d all seemed to think you and Bucky were already a couple. So you’d enacted a plan, was it your smartest plan? Probably not. Were you going to do it anyway? Damn straight.
You’d created a new tinder profile and specifically matched with the most boring man you could find. The poor bastard had no idea what he was in for or why you’d decided to go out with him but you needed him to be the human equivalent of the colour beige for the plan to work.
Bringing the man around the compound to meet the team, telling Bucky you couldn’t spend time with each other sexually anymore since you and … Dave were serious now and it wasn’t right to cheat on your boyfriend.
Bucky to his credit had wished you well and was happy you’d found someone, outwardly anyway. He’d known the ‘relationship’ the two of you had couldn’t last, that of course you’d move on and find someone worthy of your time and attention. Did it hurt? Like a bitch but he was going to be the bigger man.
Or at least he had wanted to be. The more you brought Dave around the more Bucky wondered what the hell you were doing with a man like that, he couldn’t make you laugh the way Bucky could, where your nose would crinkle in the middle and you’d gasp for breath. He didn’t know how you liked your coffee in the morning, iced usually and loaded with sugar. He sure as shit didn’t know how you liked to be touched.
It had come to an ugly head one evening when you and Dave had gone for dinner, in a restaurant you and Bucky would hang out in all the time. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, that and the asgardian mead that Thor had left on his last visit. Bucky had taken a shot for some dutch courage and driven his bike straight to the restaurant pushing past the staff who tried to stop him,
“Y/N” he yelled, causing you to look at him with wide eyes and a surprised expression.
“Bucky, what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Did something happen to Steve or Sam?”
“Forget them and forget this guy too, you’re coming with me” he reached down to where you were sitting and wrapped his metal hand around your upper arm, “come on”
“Bucky no, I’m on a date I can’t just leave!” you protested, “David, I'm so sorry about this”
David opened his mouth to say something but a glare from Bucky told him that wasn’t a wise move. Instead he seemed to shrink back into his seat under the weight of Bucky’s icy glare,
“Come on doll” Bucky said again, hoisting you up from your seat by his grip on your upper arm, “we’re leaving”
“James Barnes! I am not your property, let go of my arm right now! If you have something you want to talk about we can talk about it later, I am with David and you have no right to barge in here like this!”
“The hell I don’t”
“Leave James, we’ll talk about this later”
Bucky was about to rebuke you again but was interrupted by a man in a fancy suit clearing his throat, apparently you and Bucky had caused enough of a commotion that several guests had complained and now both of you were being asked to leave. Which suited Bucky just fine. He grabbed you and pulled you from the booth ignoring your cries and protests and simply pulled you along with him until you both were stood at his bike,
“Come on”
“No! You do not get to manhandle me like you own me and then act like nothing is wrong, if you had something you wanted to talk to me about we could have done it like grown ups”
“Oh yeah? Like Dave? Is that what you do with him? Talk like grown ups?”
“What David and I do is none of your business Barnes”
“It is my business cause you’re my business, you’re my girl not his!”
You blinked at Bucky a few times before you huffed out a laugh, that was definitely confusing. Why were you laughing?
“Oh my god! You couldn’t have said something earlier? You had to make a scene? How am I supposed to come back here now?” you were still laughing, “not to mention I owe Steve $50 because he bet you couldn’t last the month”
“Wha? You and Steve had a bet goin’ about me lastin’?” Bucky was beginning to get agitated now, what the hell were you and Steve betting on?
“Yeah! I mean honestly Buck did you think I really liked David? He’s the most boring human being alive! I mean yeah he’s nice enough but oh my god of course I wasn’t serious about him!”
“Then why were ya out with him?”
“To see what you would do!” you said exasperatedly. Bucky raised his eyebrow, what the hell did you mean by that? “Oh my god how can you be this dense, it’s you I want to be with Barnes, not David. You! So I picked David to see if you would just let me be or if you felt the same way!”
“Wha? You couldn’t have just asked me?” Bucky shoots back, “you had to make this whole convoluted plan?”
“Right because if I’d asked you you’d have said you wanted whatever was best for me and if I wanted to see other people that would be fine and you’d never tell me what you really wanted. At least now I know” you said batting your eyelashes at him “you like me, you called me yours”
Bucky groaned and ran a hand down his face. He’d been an actual idiot. He’d told himself he was fine with you seeing other people, that this was just how the modern world was like. He couldn’t expect to hold onto someone like you forever. Now he’d gotten you kicked out of your favourite restaurant and had put his hands on you in a way he swore he never would. That being said, none of that would have happened if you’d been honest with him, no matter what you thought he’d say to you. Now here you were batting your eyelashes at him like nothing had happened,
“Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!”
“Oh shut up and kiss me Barnes”
That he could do. Repercussions from his actions be damned. You were his. All his.
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